i know i'm complaining a lot about this but it's hard

Do you know what pisses me off the most about the dreaded “Autism Moms”?

Let me tell you, as an autistic adult who also was a main caregiver for an autistic boy (my brother). 

For the record:  I swear that if you use this post to say autism makes people violent and abusive, I will send 12,000 angry geese to flock in your bedroom and destroy every item that you treasure the most. AND I will eat the leftovers you had planned on eating for lunch tomorrow. Don’t you fuckin dare miss the point of this post. 


Listen up. I got a story for you.


Bit of background first.


My boy, my little hobbit, was born when I was ten years old. My mother left him alone with my grandparents and me. She legit abandoned him. 

My grandparents weren’t sure they could take him in. 
I begged. I pleaded. I asked as hard as I could to let us keep him and not give him back to my mother. 

Of course, they said yes. 

I dutifully became the protective older sister.


I would bathe him up until the week I left for college. I measured his medications and crushed them into his favorite yogurt. Blue, if you were curious.I made sure his food was perfect - french fries made just like he wanted, a chicken fry sandwich complete with his favorite McDonald’s sauce we bought in bulk.  
I went to his speech and occupational therapies several times a week, and practiced the things he learned. I went with him to his first day of school.

I even did a middle school project all about autism (which I am slightly embarrassed about, as I mentioned A$ in it ugh). I read all the autism books a 12 year old could find, and immersed myself in the Vanderbilt paperwork. I delved into the world of IEPs, visual schedules, and basic sign language.

And now, I’m still sending them resources and information on medications, papers for teachers, and going over doctor notes for him - despite being six hours away. 

(Of course, I was an undiagnosed autistic girl who also needed quiet. When I wasn’t needed to do these things, I was often in my room away from the loud television and people. I wasn’t a perfect caregiver, but I did do a lot.)

All of that to say: yeah, it wasn’t easy. But since when is raising a kid ever easy? I started looking after this boy when I was ten years old.

But here’s what infuriates me.

I read all the time about these autism moms who complain about how terrible their lives are. They say they’re afraid of being hurt and their lives are destroyed. Some even talk about killing their kids.


You know what?

Yeah, I got hurt by him or when helping him. I got bit, scratched, hit, and everything else. Usually it was just him being frustrated over lack of communicating his needs, so I was rarely angry. 
I ran after him when he went out the door straight for a lawnmower and I fell to the concrete. I grabbed him right before he ran into a street and ended up with my arm covered in blood.

I was kicked in the head and given a traumatic brain injury that requires me to now use a cane, and has caused a ton of nervous system issues. I even use a wheelchair part-time due to another condition that occurred afterwards. I’m only 20, and my health is pretty comparable to someone with congestive heart failure.

And you know what? 

I never in a million years thought about hurting my little brother.


I still don’t blame him. He was often overwhelmed, and had meltdowns. As an autistic person myself, I understood it - even if I didn’t know I was autistic at the time. (I suspected, but was too focused on other things.) 
I don’t know if I’ll ever get better health-wise, and that’s okay. I don’t know if I’ll get to run and dance again, or if there’s worse effects to come. It’s just what it is, and I’ve accepted that. 

He’s a child. It’s not his fault. He once asked me if it was, and I hugged him tight and said absolutely not. 

I say all this not to demonstrate how violent autistic people can be, but to demonstrate that I get where these autism moms are coming from.

  Again, for the record, autistic people are far more likely to be abused and assaulted. 

Remember how I said  I get where they’re coming from?

Yeah, that’s still not an excuse to be harmful toward your child. Ever.


You don’t give your babies bleach, shock them, or starve them. You don’t talk about them as if they’re literally a death sentence for you. And you sure as hell don’t want to murder your little ones. 

And if you literally want to kill your kid, if you would rather have a dead child than an autistic one, I have news for you.

You don’t deserve that child, and you better back up and understand this.


You autism moms need to stop. You need to listen. 


Your kids are going through a world that wants to “cure” them, force them into suffering so they can look “normal.” Your kids are going to spend their entire lives dealing with a world that is hostile to them. People try to assimilate us to save their own pride, at the expense of our own comfort and stability. 
Your kid is going to go through life being told that they should be literally “treated” with electroshock therapy because of their neurology. They’re going to be told that they shouldn’t reproduce. They’re going to be told that they’re not worth having space in this world. Your kid is going to grow up one day, and they’re going to hear this and internalize it. 

I know that, because that’s what I hear every day. 

You say it’s so hard to have an autistic kid?

Well, of course it is. But you know what?

Kids are hard.
They’re going to kick, hit, pinch, and everything else. Even neurotypical kids do that. I don’t know a single kid who hasn’t bit their caregiver or thrown something when grumpy. 
(I’ll say it again for those in the back: autistic kids are way way way more likely to be abused and hurt.)

When you have a kid, you sign up for this. You love that little one unconditionally, you protect them with all your heart. You give them support. You love that child even if they have a disability, especially when they have a disability.

You teach them that they are allowed to exist, that they are just as valuable and needed in this world like anyone else. We need all the neurodiversity in this world we can get. 

You teach your child that they’re not a burden. You teach them how to say no and that autonomy is often more important than compliance. You teach them that you love them, and that they will always have someone in their corner to back them up when times are tough.


I don’t care how hard you think it is raise an autistic child.

Trust me, I know full well it’s hard. Parenting is hard. It’s not easy, and it’s not always roses and fluffy kittens. That has nothing to do with having an autistic kid; that’s just a fact of life. 

The fear of getting hurt is valid. I can attest to that, and I don’t think I can downplay that. But that behavior is communication, and you have to learn how to read it. I did. You have to fight for better supports, for ways to make it easier on your kid - and by doing this, easier for you too. 


Sure, it’s hard.

But you know what? Your kid’s going to have it much harder. 

Harry's interview on Quotidien
  • I: Can you hear me?
  • H: Yes
  • I: Welcome to Paris!
  • H: Thank you
  • I: How are you? Can you answer in French?
  • H: Good! A little bit. A tiny bit. Très bien et toi ?(very good and you?)
  • I: Very good, thank you. We start our interviews with “can you give us your five favourites words in English or French. Or a French sentence”. Someone told me you knew a French sentence.
  • H: Comment vous faites un café si délicieux? (How do you make such a delicious coffee?)
  • I: OK, that’s good.
  • H: That’s all I have.
  • I: Do you say it very often?
  • H: No... Yes
  • I: What does France mean to you? Is it something, someone etc...?
  • H: Best people I’ve known... I think her, *shows a fan* I guess. Fabien Barthez.
  • I: Yes, Fabien Barthez. Harry, you’re 23 years old and you’re one of the best known pop-star in the world. Everybody has expectations with your new album and single Sign Of The Times. Why did you choose that song? This is not what people were expecting.
  • H: I think I wanted to.. I've always liked music that made me feel something. You know I think writing it I could feet something I wanted to bring it out. I think it's a good indicator for me of what the album is to me. That's why I wanted to go with that first.
  • I: Billboard wrote that the single was "one of the more ambitious opening statements in pop this decade". Not bad, isn't it?
  • H: Thanks!
  • I: Do you have friends working at Billboard?
  • H: I don't know anyone at Billboard.
  • I: When we listen to the song we think of David Bowie, Queen, who else did you think of?
  • H: I mean, I think everyone, anything, any song you've ever listened to growing up or throughout your life or you've enjoyed, inspired you. There are a lot of different things. I wanted to just write and see what came out. I didn't know what I sounded like to make an album. So this process was as interesting for me as I think it will be for people listening to the album for the first time.
  • I: Do you know French singers other than Serge Gainsbourg? That's a tricky question.
  • H: I know Woodkid. He directed my music video.
  • I: Why him?
  • H: I think his videos are amazing, he's a really talented guy and I love French people so I worked with him.
  • I: When you're in Spain, do you say that you love Spanish people?
  • H: No!
  • I: It seems like everything has been easy...
  • H: Great tie.
  • I: You think so? It's French.
  • H: It's not a Spanish tie, isn't it?
  • I: Can I see your loafer? Oh yes! What is the brand? That's not French, isn't it? It's Italian.
  • H: No.
  • I: That's from the European Union!
  • H: Probably yeah.
  • I: It seems like everything has been easy for you, is it true?
  • H: Was what simple?
  • I: Your life, everybody wants a life like yours, with One Direction...
  • H: I mean, I feel very lucky to be able to make music, I feel very lucky to be able to make this, I feel very lucky today being in France and performing my song. I love this song. I can't complain.
  • I: What were the unpleasant things?
  • H: *thinking*
  • I: I don't know, say only one thing.
  • H: I think when you care so much about something, it's hard to get to the point where you feel like it's finished and it feels like you're adding and it never ends and it adds up. So I think the hardest part was getting into that point and be like "ok that's finished."
  • I: You said to the Rolling Stone magazine that most of the album was inspired by a woman. Really?
  • H: No I think, honestly, the album is much more about me than it is about anyone else. I think if I said the album is about a woman it kind of feels like, I don't know, I put a lot of work into this. I don't feel like it revolves around woman. It's a lot about me and things I've never said before. It's more about me.
  • I: How did you start with a boy band and end with a solo career? Is it complicated?
  • H: It's been a lot of fun. You know we were very lucky to get to do some amazing things and at the moment in our lives, we're in a time where everyone is trying their own thing and have a good time. It's been amazing to see everyone doing their own thing as well. If I can do as well as the others, it'd be amazing.
  • I: Do you call them everyday or text them? Do you use What's app?
  • H: I don't have that.
  • I: Why?
  • H: Yes we talk, absolutely. And everyone is bringing stuff out. It's been a lot going on. It's been a good time.
  • I: This is the album cover! Can you describe it? Why did you choose this picture?
  • H: Yeah. So, I don't know. I worked with photographer Harley Weir, I'm a massive fan of her work. And that's amazing and I was lucky enough to work with her. I felt like this was what I wanted.
  • I: Why is it pink? Why the water? Why your back? Why? It's beautiful but why is it pink?
  • H: I don't know, man!
  • I: Really? You don't know?
  • H: I don't know. I don't think I want...
  • I: Apparently pink is Rock'n'roll's colour.
  • H: Apparently so. I don't know. I think it means something to me and if it means anything to anyone else, I wouldn't want to take away from that by explaining it. I think the cool thing about stuff like photos and art is you can just leave it. You don't have to explain it.
  • I: Everybody sees what they want to see.
  • H: Yes exactly.
  • I: Have you seen this?
  • *video of people reacting to Harry's single*
  • I: Your fans record themselves while listening to the song for the first time. You can hear relevant analysis and apparently they all really liked it. Do you read what people say about you on social media? On Youtube, Twitter, Instagram? Do you use Instagram?
  • H: Yes I use it a little bit.
  • *The public disagrees with Harry*
  • H: Yes I use it a little bit. I mean I wish everyone was having as good time as the girl who was like that with her hands. That's what I do when I listen to the song.
  • I: Are you the one using your Instagram? Do you use your own fingers or someone else does it for you?
  • H: Yes, I do mine.
  • I: Do you still vote in Redditch?
  • H: In?
  • I: Redditch!
  • H: That's where I was born?
  • I: Yes.
  • H: I don't live in Redditch.
  • I: So you don't vote there. Where did you vote?
  • H: London, yeah.
  • I: What do you think of the Brexit? Welcome to Europe!
  • H: Thank you very much, thanks. I mean, I don't really comment on politics. To me, anything that brings people together is better than things that pull people apart. That's ... yeah.
  • I: Yet, you are in favour of equality of rights, men, women, gay people, straight people... That's politics.
  • H: I don't know. It doesn't feel like politics. I think stuff like equality feels much more fundamental. I feel like everyone is equal. That doesn't feel like politics to me.
  • I: Your fans are fetishists. They know all of your tattoos, piece of jewellery, they have heart attacks when you cut your hair. Right now you're playing with their feelings. Do you know that?
  • H: Oh ok.
  • I: Yes! What is your favourite tattoo?
  • H: I think... I have a.. probably. I don't know, actually.
  • I: Which one is the latest?
  • H: The latest is this one there. *shows Arlo* And this one. *shows Jackson*
  • I: Jackson? All of them?
  • H: Yes.
  • I: What's the story behind your haircut? How much did you spend on hair products with One Direction?
  • H: Yeah, like a lot. I used a lot, yeah.
  • I: You're in Dunkirk, Christopher Nolan's new movie.
  • H: Yes.
  • I: How did you do?
  • H: I auditioned.
  • I: Look at you there.
  • H: I am, that's me.
  • I: Yes.
  • H: I auditioned and it was great. It's going to be a really cool movie.
  • I: Harry, it feels like we know you since you're a baby. The whole world discovered you in 2010 on X Factor.
  • *video of Harry's X Factor audition*
  • I: You auditioned alone but Simon Cowell had an idea... he put you in a band with Zayn, Louis, Liam and Niall. You became One Direction. You found the name One Direction and you sold millions of albums. One Direction are soon considered as the new Beattles and you filled the biggest stadiums. The whole world was talking about you. When you go out we prayed for your eardrums. You became UK's pride. David Cameron is in one of your music videos, your sang for the Queen. But in 2015... bang! Zayn left the band, fans couldn't get over it. But don't worry, their favourite is now on the cover of the Rolling Stone magazine, he's in Christopher Nolan's new movie, he's Mick Jagger on SNL... What you don't know is that we've met in 2012. You were in France to promote an album and now I have questions. First one! When you're in a car and fans are all around you, do you see that?
  • *video of fans around a car*
  • H: I think I've actually lost my shoe there. When I got in the car... I got in the car and I was like "how many shoes do I have?" Yes I lost my shoe.
  • I: I have another question! Do you still do that before going on stage?
  • *video of Harry and Lou*
  • I: Can we do it?
  • H: No.
  • *does it anyway*
  • I: What is the weirdest question someone asked you?
  • H: I think it was actually a French interview. I got asked if I would pee in a sink... Yeah.
  • I: Ok, that's weird!
  • H: It was the first question, the first question.
  • I: It puts you in the mood.
  • H: Yeah.
  • I: What is the question you never want to be asked ever again? Did I asked you that question?
  • *Harry asks the public*
  • H: Which one? Oh crush.
  • I: What?
  • H: Crush.
  • I: Oh ok. I didn't ask it! Did you know that a French author wrote a novel about you. It's called "Styles", it's about his obsession with you. It's in French. You can translate it.
  • H: Oh! Is that true?
  • I: Yes it's true. He dedicated to you. It's called "Styles" and it's a really good book. Read it!
  • H: Thank you.
  • I: Thank you very much Harry Styles for coming tonight. His first eponymous album comes out on the 12th May. Thank you Harry Styles.
  • H: Thank you.
  • I: Have a safe journey home.

anonymous asked:

Aaah, requests are open, I am so happy, I love you guys!!! Okay, so, if it's okay, could you two write about the RFA+V+Saeran going all together to the beach? And, ah....I really love how you write Saeran (I'm that Anon from some time ago) so, if it's okay, could you write this with Saeran crushing on MC or they already dating each other (you choose)? I am really sorry if this a strange or hard request, if you dont want to do it, you can write an idea of your own, I just love your writing a lot!

Thank you so much! We actually LOVED writing this. This was really sweet:) We left out V, just because…well, spoilers;) Those who’ve been through the secret ends know, but we hope you don’t mind too much! Enjoy this one:) 


  • Saeyoung and Yoosung had spontaneously started planning a beach day in a chatroom
  • While it was out of the blue, everyone else seemed to think it was a good idea
  • So they found a weekend they were all free
  • Saeran was against it nearly the entire time, but eventually caved in after Saeyoung’s *cough* persuasive argument
  • “I told you, I don’t want to go!” 
  • “But, Saeran, MC is coming.”
  • “….Ugh, I guess it won’t be that bad.”
  • On the day itself, your car happens to be in the shop, so you ask for a ride
  • Saeyoung is all too happy to oblige
  • When he pulls up to your driveway, he tells Saeran to sit in the back
  • “Why? The shotgun is free.”
  • “Just go!” 
  • “But MC said she wanted to sit in the back–”
  • “My car, my rules!”
  • “Well, your rules are stupid.”
  • Saeran finds out why soon after…
  • Saeyoung seems to miss every single turn or gets lost often, resulting in super sharp U-turns that send you and Saeran flying into each other’s arms on a constant basis real subtle, Saeyoung
  • Thanks to Jumin, the area you guys settle into isn’t crowded at all
  • Everyone is too excited to get into the water, but Saeran isn’t too enthusiastic
  • He stays behind and offers to set up the blankets and umbrellas, and you linger behind to help him
  • He’s having such a hard time and he keeps complaining to you
  • “Ugh! I hate the sand. So much.”
  • “Settle down there, Anakin,” you laugh ;););)
  • He loosens up and actually starts enjoying the conversation with you
  • Until Yoosung comes over and dumps a bucket of water on him…with sand on the bottom
  • With the glare Saeran gives him, Yoosung is trembling
  • “I did it for the Honey Buddha Chips!” meanwhile Saeyoung is laughing on the sidelines
  • Saeran doesn’t care if it was a bet, he chases the terrified Yoosung all around the beach and straight into the water
  • You follow along–it was too good not to watch
  • Zen and Jaehee excuse themselves to check out the boardwalk and get drinks for everyone
  • They have some bonding time taking selfies and talking about Zen’s new projects and Jaehee’s work
  • Jaehee starts fangirling a little when Zen’s hair starts waving because of the sea salt
  • Zen would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the attention
  • Meanwhile, Saeyoung is attempting to build an epic sandcastle, but he keeps failing cuz his plans keep getting washed away by the water
  • Jumin is watching and gets really frustrated
  • He draws an elaborate blueprint and joins Saeyoung
  • With Saeyoung’s building skills and Jumin’s delegation and good ideas, they start building literally the most epic sandcastle ever also they actually bond instead of fighting over Elizabeth the 3rd
  • Yoosung is watching in awe on the side
  • Finally he comes up and asks if he could help
  • Jumin flat out says no
  • Saeyoung doesn’t refuse though
  • “Yoosung! Your body is the perfect size for a moat. Just lay down here, and I’ll use you as a mold.” 
  • Gullible Yoosung goes along with it and Saeyoung piles sand on top of him
  • “Oh, you know what, let me ask Jumin something real quick!” he says and walks away
  • He doesn’t come back and poor Yoosung is just calling for someone to free him from the heavy sand
  • Zen comes by a little later
  • “Hyung! Thank goodness! Can you help me?”
  • Zen kneels down and starts drawing abs on him, snickering, “See what you could look like if you worked out like me?”
  • Yoosung doesn’t get free until you come along and wash him off…after a few pics of course
  •  Both Jaehee and Saeran start to  get sunburn, so they’re sitting under these huge umbrellas wrapped in towels and soaked in sunscreen
  • You feel bad for Saeran sitting there pouting so you ask if he wants to get ice cream with you on the boardwalk
  • Zen perks up too,“Oh! Can I come?”
  • Saeran jumps to his feet and grabs your wrist, “No. MC let’s go.”
  • The walk there is ten times longer than it needed to be, but neither of you are complaining
  • At first, he’s not really saying much, but he keeps running his hand through his hair and clearing his throat
  • He finally opens up a little when you actually get the ice cream and walk along the boardwalk
  • He even starts getting playful, taking a small bite from your ice cream or chasing you around when you smear some on his cheek
  • You’ve never seen him laugh so much
  • He finds out he’s pretty good at those arcade games, so he keeps playing them
  • He wins you several stuffed animals, and you two even have some matching ones
  • The sun is setting by the time you get back to the others
  • You all just sit around, mostly in silence and eating
  • While everyone is packing up, you and Saeran sneak away to get one last walk on the beach together
  • He even got the courage to hold your hand for a little
  • It was one of the nicest days you’ve ever had 

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anonymous asked:

Tbh I think Gochi is one of the healthiest couples I know. Goku is willing to sacrifice himself for his family and friends to live, but also wants to do right for Chichi. Chichi wants to protect her family by trying to make them have a normal life, but understands that because her family are saiyans, it's impossible. People hate on Chichi because she "nags" but I'm pretty sure Bulma does the same and no one says anything.

PREACH ANON  

Originally posted by iaminfiniteus

And yes Bulma does nag. She complains about her saiyan husband Vegeta just like Chichi complains about her husband Goku…….


(so I don’t really understand why people call Chichi a bitch when Bulma does the same?? It showed her several times complaining about saiyans and their “obsession” with fighting just like Chichi…. And not just saiyans…..Bulma has been shown to nag about other things in general…..) 


Like I said these ladies have a lot of things in common except one is a martial artists/fighter and the other is a scientific genius. And one can cook and the other can’t. But overall they do have similarities. Both have FULL blooded saiyan husbands who are battle obsessed. But they both love these men regardless. AND they both seem to like wearing scarfs and short vests!! xD (That’s why I call them the scarf ladies lol. Or the full blooded saiyan wives) 


And of course they are both loud, hot headed, strong/brave ladies

Both can be hard to handle but their husbands love them regardless. 💖💖💖


anonymous asked:

Could I request Bakugou fight with his extremely patient fem s/o and actually makes her mad because he told her something very awful, and he is a little surprised by it? And it would be very grateful if you could make the end nsfw (What have I done to myself?! 😩) sorry if the request is kind of ambiguous...I'm not good at requesting...I apologize for that

ALRIGHT!!! I’M WRITING AND ITS BEEN MONTHS AND I OWE IT TO EVERYONE TO ACTUALLY ATTEMPT TO ANSWER ANY REQUESTS, SINCE I DON’T SEE ANYONE ELSE DOING IT. SO SORROY FOR THE WAIT AND IF THIS STORY SUCKS. [Admin Denki]

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anonymous asked:

hi! this is a bit of a strange question but i was wondering: how do you deal with fandom frustration? when you love fandom content but frequently feel frustrated by a large portion of the fan base? i'm a fandom baby in a lot of ways and sometimes though i feel like a jerk, it's so hard not to let other people overpower my experience. i love hearing your thoughts on everything in general, but. if you have the time i'd love to hear your thoughts on this as well. hope you have a nice day. :)

hmm! this is a great question and one I’m not 100% sure of how to answer, because for the most part I have had very positive fandom experiences. but when it comes to making your fandom experience as relaxed & fun as possible, here are my tips:

1) accept right now and forever that everyone does fandom differently, and everyone is in fandom for different reasons and to get different things out of it. it doesn’t matter if people don’t ship what you ship. it doesn’t matter if they write stories of which the summary makes you recoil in horror. they are not doing this at you. accept that you are going to do you, and everyone else is going to do themselves, and unless their shit spills over into your personal space (see point 3)) then there is literally no point in trying to control the fannish experience that anyone else is having. fandom’s a large space! there’s room for everyone! 

so the thing to do is:

2) CURATE YOUR FANNISH EXPERIENCE. I’ve been doing this since ye olde days of livejournal and do it even more intensely now. essentially: find the people you like, and the parts of fandom you like, and carve out your own corners where you can hang with like-minded people. you don’t have to be right in the thick of it, reading everything, interacting with everything and everyone. you don’t have to track all the tags which are crammed full of stuff that annoys you. you can take it slowly, and be discerning.

if you want to read meta, find the people who write it and follow them. ditto art. learn to embrace ao3’s excellent search function, and to use a tumblr blacklist. if you want to read fic and are bemoaning the fact that none of it is quite what you want: write your own! enthuse about your ideas on tumblr! leave prompts on kinkmemes! befriend some writers! I have to admit I am still pretty lost when it comes making friends on tumblr because the etiquette is bizarre and variable, but hey: the messaging system exists, askboxes exist, comments on ao3 exist. sure, different people have different levels of openness to making new bosom friends, but nobody minds being engaged. we’re in fandom to be fannish, together. 

3) if people are being jerks in your space, block ‘em. ignore ‘em. delete ‘em. I am not even remotely internet famous enough to be at risk of being deluged by trolls, but on the rare occasions that I’ve engaged in good faith and subsequently decided that I was being concern-trolled, I’ve noped cheerfully out of there. the few accusatory or unpleasant anon (because they’re always anon!) messages that have landed in my inbox, I’ve deleted without batting an eye. sometimes I share it with a friend via chat or email and we have a laugh about it, and that helps settle any residual hurt or irritation that I might feel. I’m a grown fucking woman. I keep a calm sympathetic face while being shouted at, cried on, confided in, manipulated, and projected onto, for a living. and I have zero qualms about policing the boundaries of the spaces I’ve carved out for myself–the fun, creative, relaxing, incredible places–in fandom.

4) manage your entitlement. just remind yourself every so often that nobody owes you the next chapter of that story, or the exact piece of art you want to see, or the paragraph-long comment, or the attention you crave, or the whole-hearted agreement you seek. remember that everyone has their own lives, and you’re never seeing the full picture. be gracious. be kind. try to resist the urge to snipe and snark and finger-point and complain in public; I enjoy a bit of fandom bitching as much as the next person, but I inflict it all on my friends, in chat.

5) the flipside of this is: show appreciation of the things you like. comment on that story. reblog that art with a furious tag spiral of capslock (creators LOVE tag spirals). put together a rec list–this is also a great way to show people what kind of things you like, so people who share your tastes know who to gravitate towards.

if you are frequently frustrated by a large portion of the fanbase, anon, then ask yourself: are you reading the comments? ie. are you making yourself engage with parts of fandom where people have THE WRONG OPINIONS and are writing your beloved characters THE WRONG WAY? if so: just scroll past. don’t read it. unless you really enjoy an argument, don’t feel obliged to reblog it with a detailed explanation of why they’re wrong: you’re gonna frustrate yourself and, yes, maybe end up looking like a jerk. just shrug and move on. maybe this isn’t the corner for you.

I have been following my own advice in this regard for almost 14 years. I’ve kept a handful of enduring and awesome friends from most of the major fandoms I’ve been part of, and I’m still making new ones, and I’ve (mostly) managed to avoid wank. I write what I like, and I read what I like, and I try to communicate generously and enthusiastically with people who are creating the things that I enjoy.

tl;dr - seek out the things that make you feel good, and follow them. weed out the things that make you feel bad, and ignore them. it’s fandom. it can be as serious or unserious as you like, but it IS supposed to be fun.

So I’m making this post to talk about the good things that BigHit does in this time of lines and screen time feud. BigHit entertainment is one of the best and least restrictive companies I have come to know. Since BTS are their only artists, the amount of freedom and close knit management they get is amazing.

There is no dungeon that the boys can disappear into, and there is constantly new content for the fans. Sure there are some things that happen that we nor the boys like, but then they are dealt with. Yoongi complained about his scalp, and BigHit relented, allowing him to stay dark for the past couple of comebacks.

They also allow the boys to use expensive equipment write and produce their own music to release as non monetized mixtapes or song covers. They even fully funded the MVs given to both Yoongi and Nams for their mixtapes, and that is something they didn’t have to do.

The boys are given the best produced music videos, and are allowed to create cinematic masterpieces with a deepened meaning. They not censored in the types of lyrics that they write, despite how controversial in Korean culture.

Now this may seem trivial to you. All these small things are nothing compared to the injustice that the members face. How dare they give Jungkook all the lines and leave everyone else out in the cold! 2Seok was basically missing this entire comeback!

Ok I hear you, but at the same time, consider the fact that this is the first (and probably the last) time Hoseok gets few *cough cough none cough cough* individual lines in a song. Spring Day was a more vocal based song, so they decided that he should use his vocal talent to back Jungkook rather than add another rap verse. It makes sense to me, and it gives him the opportunity to show his vocal talent on stage if he and Jungkook harmonize live as well.

And then there is Jin. It seems that he always gets the short end of the stick. The amount of individual screen time he got was unfair yes, completely. He is officially a (debatably the) visual of the group, and if anything that should be the place he pops up the most. But at the same time, Not Today was more a dance video, and he and Nams are well, not the best dancers, so they wouldn’t put them in the middle on all the dance shots.

Also look at the I Need U and Run comebacks, the entire story in the music videos clearly revolved around him and his character, something that the fans were quick to point out and appreciate. For those comebacks, he was in the center.

This is still not a justification, but simply a reason for why they might have chosen to edit the video like they did.

Next moving on to his line distribution. He notoriously along with V get the short end of the stick when it comes to lines. And I think it is simply because of the way the industry works.

You know how sometimes Jimin and Jungkook switch lines because Jimin is better at the high notes in the studio, but Jungkook hits them better live? The same thing goes for most line distributions. What voice works the best for the feeling they want to produce? Who can hold the notes the best on stage? Like I said before, Jin is not the best dancer, and their dances are HARD, so most of his time probably goes towards practicing the choreography rather than nailing his vocal stability on stage.

He objectively doesn’t have the best or most stable voice in the group, as often times on live stages he is out of breath by the time his lines do come up, and that is completely understandable. It’s the reason why so many (even the more experienced) artists lip sync to certain performances.

Dancing while singing is hard, and maybe it’s just not for Jin. Maybe, just maybe, he decided himself that his voice was better suited for slower songs with less choreo so that he can really focus on nailing his vocal performance. I mean in the solo he got to produce himself he chose a more soft ballad song rather than a more hard hitting one like Jimin’s because that just suits his voice better, and he knows it.

That’s why he got a lot more lines in “Butterfly” a slower ballad with less complex dancing and softer vocals, right where Jin thrives, but not really the typical image BTS produces musically.

Once again this isn’t a justification, and more a reason why he might get fewer lines. It is true that the line distributions are unfair and I agree with that, but it’s also a question of the industry standards, and the fact that sometimes it might be the best solution to a shitty problem.

I know I’m probably going to get some flack for this one, but it’s just something that needed to be said. Us fans really need to step back and appreciate not only the boys, but the company that helped make them.

anonymous asked:

hello dear person! how about an hc for rfa +v+saeran+vanderwood with an always exhausted mc? they are always yelled at for 'being lazy' but they notice after mc explains that mc is actually tired. but weirdly, all tests always come normal :) thank you! ~love, sugar anon

hey, sugar anon! Sorry for taking so long with your requests(⌣̩̩́_⌣̩̩̀) but thanks a bunch for being patient!

hope you like it💛 [its,,,kinda short,,,]


zen

  • he probably noticed mc’s slightly laziness right away
  • it was impossible to get them to work out with him
  • he even pulled the puppy dog eyes and everything
  • “but zenny..I’m too tired..” 
  • dang, can’t argue with that. not with that look 
  • so he lets it go for a bit
  • until even his director kind of started complaining about mc’s laziness
  • now he really has to ask them about it
  • mc explains that they’re actually tired. They really want to do things, but,,,
  • so now zen pays extra attention to them(even i didn’t think that was possible)
  • and he notices that mc is actually..really tired all the time
  • but is it a problem? nope! he’ll gladly carry them!
  • bridal style, piggy back, over the shoulder
  • he thinks its cute omg
  • “I’ll be your chariot, sweet pea!” 

yoosung

  • they have lazy days quite often
  • but even when yoosung really wants to go somewhere, mc is so tired
  • and they feel bad cause it makes him sad, but they cant help it
  • so they tell him before it gets out of hand
  • he’s a little confused, so he starts observing
  • and they really do look tired all the time
  • it makes him a bit sad tbh
  • soooo he tries his best to keep them awake! and moving!!
  • doesn’t mind the yawning at all
  • defends them from anyone who calls them “lazy”
  • they work real hard when they work, so its fine to be lazy!!
  • and tired!!

jaehee

  • somehow even coffee cant keep mc from being tired
  • and jaehee is kind of confused??
  • mc please dont yawn at a customer;;
  • they have to have a talk about it, but jaehee understands
  • she knows they aren’t lazy, they run a cafe together 
  • mc doesnt run the cash register now thank
  • also because of this - jaehee gets to take naps
  • mc literally forces her to
  • at first, she kinda just lays there with them
  • but then she starts actually sleeping
  • power naps!
  • for a power couple!

jumin

  • jumin han? take naps?
  • its more likely than you think
  • because mc makes him too
  • any one of his staff calls mc ‘lazy’ and they are Gone 
  • but really, mc always helps behind the scenes
  • so what if they’re tired
  • does not really like when mc yawns in business meeting though
  • but they’re easily forgiven
  • jumin doesnt usually take naps
  • but mc claims they sleep better with his cuddles 
  • so he lays down with them 
  • and sometimes he drifts off too
  • these naps really help him ease stress
  • so he’s kind of grateful  

707 / luciel / saeyoung

  • honestly same? 
  • he’s always tired too, but he powers through
  • and so does mc
  • no one knows how they’re awake, please let them sleep
  • for more than 5 minutes, thank you
  • oh no the amount of PhD Pepper they consume
  • no one calls them lazy though because they know how hard they work
  • when they do fall asleep, its in weird positions
  • like, they’re sitting on top of each other at 7′s computer
  • or they’re tangled up on the couch
  • honestly who knows how they sleep comfortably

v / jihyun

  • thinks its pretty funny tbh
  • doesnt call mc lazy at all 
  • but like, finds their yawn adorable
  • can’t carry them, but they’ll make it work
  • since v travels a lot, there’s a lot of opportunities for airplane naps!
  • mc lays on v’s shoulder and v just smiles and kisses their head
  • they’re so enthusiastic one second and the next they’re yawning lol
  • but v understands and doesn’t mind
  • it just means extra naps!
  • which also means cuddling and he is Down

saeran

  • this one doesn’t mind just laying in bed all day
  • and they barely go out so he doesn’t notice at first
  • until mc keeps yawning - even when they were just going to the kitchen for a snack
  • doesnt mind it at all
  • takes them by their hand and drags them around when they do go out
  • or just around the house tbh 
  • they have more lazy days and naps than saeran expects
  • but he really likes cuddling with mc so its ok
  • they just,, are wrapped in blankets and saeran doesn’t mind playing with their hair
  • both of them end up falling asleep like this
  • too many times to count, actually
  • but they’re cute

vanderwood

  • oh, vanderwood noticed. 
  • sometimes it was a bit annoying
  • “we got things to do, mc!” 
  • but mc is,,so tired
  • vanderwood starts to think its a problem
  • so they sit down and discuss
  • mc tells them that they’re just,,,So Tired. 
  • “is it, like? a sleep problem?” vandy asks
  • “no, nothing’s wrong with me, I’m just..low on energy.”
  • “all the time?” “yeah”
  • “is there anything that helps get you motivated??” 
  • mc shakes their head
  • vanderwood sighs
  • there are a lot of piggyback rides after this
  • vanderwood learns to like it
  • especially when mc kisses the back of their ear

anonymous asked:

Can I request the RFA+V's reactions to MC working with animals? I'm a pet groomer so I always find myself imagining what they would think about that. Thank you!

Hope you and your pets like this :p


RFA + V with a MC who really like animals


Common: So MC works with rescued animals and she managed to take some of them to live with her.


Zen

  • You told him you reeeeaaally liked animals, he just had no Idea it was that much
  • Dogs, so many dogs! And bunnies, and a turtle.
  • Well, as long as you don’t have any cat… oh, there is a sphinx cat too, okay… no allergy, then.
  • He was never surrounded by animals, so it’s hard to get used to, but he really likes the big dogs
  • When it comes to your work, he’s always promoting you adoption events at his Tripter account
  • Having his amazing actor’s memory, he learns every pet’s name pretty fast
  • Likes to throw sticks and Frisbees to the dogs, lets the cat sleep on his lap and feeds the bunnies, he doesn’t really know how to interact with the turtle, tho
  • “Oh, MC, this bunny is the cutest!” he’s grinning so much when you tell you named this one after him.


Yoosung

  • He can train to be a vet, you can have free appointments with a vet. Match made in heaven
  • Three dogs, two cats and a goatling. All of them grown fond of him pretty fast.
  • Wants to impress you showing how much he’s studying by taking a look at the animal’s teeth and guessing their ages.
  • He can’t possibly choose his favorite, but the goatling is absolutely adorable, he won’t lie there.
  • Is a constant volunteer at your projects.
  • He’s always taking pictures of all of them and showing to his classmates, hates to be teased about preferring your animals over you.
  • If only they knew that sometimes he even gets a little jealous of all the attention you give to the pets…
  • Blushes furiously when you shoo one of the cats from his lap and fill its place.


Jaehee

  • She was aware about the 6 dogs and the iguana, but she was not ready to face the chaos that is your apartment
  • Okay, the iguana doesn’t do much, but the dogs… all of them so big and so energetic. One of them greeted her by throwing her at the floor and licking her nose.
  • Yes, she was never surrounded by animals either, so it is a little bit of a shock at first
  • But she understands now why you’re so responsible, having animals can make you get very diligent over things, and she likes it
  • She also volunteers for your events, usually she’s the one who planned the whole logistic of it
  • She eventually grows fond of this one dog who apparently really like her, as he always brings his toys for her or his leash, indicating that it’s time for a little walk, oh… he’s so polite!
  • You were so worried about her not liking animals, but soon it shows you had nothing to worry about, the only animal she didn’t really like that much was Elizabeth, after all.
  • Sometimes feels a little paranoid that the iguana is watching her…


Jumin

  • Well, he might have thought about finding Elizabeth a friend eventually, but this is on a whole another level…
  • Cats, bunnies, and an aquarium with some golden fishes, it’s not as fancy as his own, but it’s a pretty decent one
  • Your cats are… nothing like Elizabeth, they’re a lot more energetic and not that clingy, he feels like some of them don’t really like him.
  • It’s just an impression, though, he knows most cats are very independent creatures, especially being your cats… and he can always pat the bunnies, anyways
  • He doesn’t have the time to be more present, but is always making donations in cash or in old toys Elizabeth doesn’t want to play with it anymore
  • There’s this white little bunny that reminds him of Elizabeth, so it’s secretly his favorite.
  • He can’t wait to bring her along, but you tell him that this should be a slow process, since your cats are a little temperamental (so is Elizabeth, let’s not lie here)
  • “I’ve always believed that people who like animals can’t be bad, no wonder you’re the best person I know, my love.” This man has no chill, even when it comes to animals, oh lord…


Saeyoung

  • L-O-V-E-S!
  • 3 dogs, a cat and a snake (!!!) He thought you might be the coolest person in the whole universe when he found about this on the background check
  • Now that he can actually live with them he’s just sure about your coolness.
  • When it comes to your work, he manages all the social media accounts and even takes a lo of the pictures that are posted
  • You don’t allow him to stay too close to the cats, since they’re old, and he surprisingly understands this, he holds back his urge to run around with them and bite their necks.
  • So he has fun with the dogs, the three are all over him when he comes to your place and he loves the attention.
  • He’s fascinated by the snake, he researches everything about it: gender, age, natural habitat, everything! He has the reptile around his neck more than you do.
  • But at the end of the day, he snuzzles to your chest  “Treat me like your kitty, meow~~” he says in a purr


V

  • He wouldn’t say out loud, but he imagines you as Snow White surrounded by animals in the forest when you told him about your pets
  • You’re definitely a princess, but it’s just 3 cats, 2 bunnies and a turtle. No squirrels, deers or birds that sing along with you, unfortunately.
  • Not that he’s complaining, he really likes your pets. If they’re yours, they’re the luckiest creatures in the universe, after all.
  • Now he gets where your kindness and empathy come from, animals give this kind of power to humans, and you’re the most powerful one to him.
  • He wishes he could take pictures of your events, but at least he can get you good photographers. Also makes lots of donations
  • He also admires how well treated they are, he can tell by the amazingly soft fur the bunnies and the cats have
  • But the one he really likes is the turtle, it’s quirky and doesn’t show any reaction, but he likes the sensation of feeling all the grooves on its shell.
  • Sometimes you even feel a little jealous of the turtle. Yes, you know it’s ridiculous, but it’s the perfect excuse to make him run after you and cuddle in the bed.

anonymous asked:

Would you do another thing with Daja? Or maybe Lark or Rosethorn. Because I'm currently questioning and I envy the easy acceptance of their gayness/bisexuality. There's no way in hell my family would be okay with me not being straight so yeah, I'd kinda like to live vicariously through them for a bit sorry for asking.

don’t ever be sorry for asking kindly for things, nonny. this one’s all yours.

when they come home from namorn, a lot of things happen—

little bear comes running and cleans all their faces while briar complains about his manly pride and nice clothes (he gives the old pup a belly rub later, when no one but daja can see him go soft and tired, because he knows she will not taunt or comfort, just stand). 

glaki comes pounding out of discipline cottage, wraps around tris like the vegetable garden is twining around briar, the way evvy is pretending she doesn’t want to, and tris pets glaki’s hair and tries not to remember how much she has grown without her.

sandry will step back into her uncle’s court the next day, and she will be sure, suddenly more sure than she’d been the whole ride back, that she had made the right decision. the citadel will smell like sealing wax and old stone and dried ink. when she steps into her uncle’s study, there will be a mantle of responsibility returned to her shoulders that is just the right weight, that is just what she wants. her uncle will look up from his letters and the light of pride in his eyes will be better than all the riches and legacy of the inheritance that she signed away to a good man. 

for now, though: “i thought the snow might give your roots frostbite,” evvy sniffs at briar. 

“doubting my training,” rosethorn warns. “i taught my boy better than that." 

it’s when rosethorn hugs briar that evvy breaks down and squeezes him tight around the ribs. briar presses one cheek into evvy’s kerchief, tangles a hand in rosethorn’s habit and doesn’t let go until he knows he can grin like he can’t smell woodsmoke on even this peaceful air. 

while glaki chases chime around the yard, tris watching like the fond sister she pretends she’s not, while briar teases evvy and sandry buries her face in the sensible cotton smell of lark, daja slips out the garden gate. 

daja climbs over the flat walks of winding circle until she finds frostpine’s forge, its little bedroom tucked above it, the sharp scents of the metals and the rounded undertone of coal and wood. she wishes everything else were so easy to distinguish by smell as copper and tin, gold and iron. 

his hug is bone-crushing, acrid, and his eyes are clever and dark when he pulls back and looks at her. frostpine gives her a spare apron of his that she’s almost big enough to wear now and a hammer that’s swimming with his magics and they strike metal, shape and sweat in silence until the day is over. daja makes hinges and crafts sigils for some heavy lock boxes that she’s sure even briar would have trouble breaking into. she makes a bucketful of nails, for old times’ sake. 

they forsake the warmth of the baths, after, and go plunge into the sea instead, like they’re hot steel they want to quench. daja’s not sure she’s the right temperature for this, the right hue of glowing red. what if it makes her brittle, not strong? what if her ore was poor quality in the first place? a trader turned lugsha, who weaseled her way back in; a woman who loves beautiful women and then leaves them. 

frostpine gets the story out of her, because he is safe the way she has known few men to ever be, because there are few people more patient in silence than she is but he is one. daja has never had a broken heart before, and she has never been one for many words, but she tries to explain. 

sandry will try to help—she will take daja out riding, keep her moving, because that is how sandry outruns her griefs, always has. she pours her heart into other things, other work. 

tris will give her books to read, because they give you a way out to better things, because they give you something to put between your face and a world that’s not interested in looking at you right. 

briar will take her out to meet pretty young women, like delicate flowers, and daja will feel sooty no matter how well she scrubs her smiths’ hands clean. 

but frostpine listens quietly. he asks her if she can smell the little bits of metal in the waves, the buried treasure far offshore. “your nose has gotten better,” he says. “i’m sorry about rizu.” they dry off, then soak in the communal baths after all, and then he walks her back to discipline. he kisses her on the forehead, warm hands on her cheeks, bristling beard ticking her nose, and says, “you might want to talk to your foster mothers.” 

"you know, rosie broke my heart once,” lark says companionably, when daja does ask, shyly, over tea and honey and milk. rosethorn blushes furiously and daja stares. lark starts to tell a story and rosethorn stomps off to find a stronger tea. 

they tell daja stories of lark the young acrobat, who fell in love with every pretty girl who came to her shows and didn’t kiss one. it’s late and they are all sleepy, guards down, when rosethorn talks about the first boy she loved, haystacks and very young promises, angry fathers. lark was the fourth woman rosethorn decided to love, and the other three names roll off rosethorn’s tongue, easy. daja listens hard for something like sorrow, like regret, and doesn’t hear it. 

“we are a lot more than the places we have decided to lay down bits of our heart,” says lark, “or the people we have offered to give our hearts to. but that’s one part of you all the same: who and what and how you love. i know it hurts right now, chickadee, but you loved her and she loved you. that matters, no matter if it lasts. living, you get bruises. you get strong muscles and bones that don’t heal right. you get so many homes and broken hearts. you live in all those places and you don’t always get to choose which ones to keep.”

“you’re a hardy one,” says rosethorn. “you’ll outlive it.”

“what rosie means is: we love you, and we’re here if you need it.”

after, daja climbs up to the thatched roof where they watched clouds get born as children. the sun is rising. she has her heavy brass-tipped staff and her own smallest chisel. she wants to carve something into the metal here, into the life’s story written out in the circling design. it might be rizu’s name. it might be her own. 

I haven’t posted fic in a bit, even though I’ve been writing a lot. So…. here’s a thing I typed up because Fuck The Cold.

Familiar!AU random fluff. 

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I keep seeing angry posts on my dash about the recent AO3 statistics showing a pronounced lack of POC in our stories, and as a fanfiction writer I just wanted to say - guys, you’re right on all counts - it’s true we don’t have enough representation and it’s true there’s probably some underlying racism in how we pick our characters and whatever else, but also - this stuff about the stories themselves is interesting af, but has anyone done some research on the writers’ ethnicity? Because what I can say from my perspective - I’m white, and European, and most of the time I deliberately avoid writing POC characters into my stories because -

  1. creating a background is hard work - I don’t know enough about African American or Korean American or Latino culture, and this is the kind of thing that should be researched in depth if you don’t want to write walking stereotypes;
  2. I can’t pin down their voices - this is why I also tend to leave out characters with non standard accents - like, for instance, I write for Supernatural and I love Benny Lafitte to bits but his Louisiana drawl is really, really hard to get right;
  3. they’re not in the original story all that much, so there’s less material to work with - which, together with points 1 and 2, is self-explanatory;
  4. my introduction to tumblr was about a million posts about gate-keeping and ‘it’s not your story to tell’ - seriously, I get there are issues there but the result, as a fanfiction writer who’s learning how to write, is that you lose confidence to even try, because you see other people getting dragged and doxxed for being ‘offensive’ and ‘disrespectful’ (and something it’s justified, but other times, let’s be honest, it’s not), so I guess this is just to say - you can’t have it both ways - you can’t have stuff like if 👏 you’re 👏 not 👏 queer 👏 don’t 👏 write 👏 lgbt 👏 characters and then complain because AO3 doesn’t have enough diversity.

So, again - this is just my experience, but it seems obvious to me that if we want more diverse fanfiction (and we should), then we need a bit of everything - more representation in original content, sure, but also writers who’ve got room to manoeuvre (and try, and get it wrong, and try again without getting crucified), readers who’re ready to broaden their horizons, and more encouragement for authors from different backgrounds, because I’m sure they’ve got fantastic stories to tell and personally, I really want to hear them. 

Young

Ok so this is literally my first ever public piece of writing and I’m so proud of it. Its a Otayuri one shot I wrote based on the song Young by The Chainsmokers and yea here it is. It is also illustrated by @iamatrashfan who I’m obsessed with and the art for this song also pushed me to post this so yea… here’s to my fave otp and my first public piece ❤️❤️

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The world fell silent in the mist of cigarette smoke. Bodies pressed together in the heat of a rare summer night in Russia. Otabek flew over last week in order to visit before pre-season began. The window of the small room was cracked open for the 12 am breeze as well to let out the smoke of the cigarette being passed back and forth between Yuri and Otabek. It was a long day, Beka took him on a motorcycle ride to visit his grandpa and have dinner. Lila and Yakov were away for some ballet summer camp where they were working at meaning the teen had the apartment to himself. The two of them have been together for quite a while now and could definitely say they had memories to share. Yuri now 18 and Otabek 19 turning 20 they owned every single moment good and bad ranging from bar fights to carnival nights. But neither of them were complaining. Yuri absolutely loved the wind in his continuously growing hair when he gets on the back of Bekas bike and Otabek just loved to be with him. But they’ve had their share of arguments mater of fact they were post-cuddling at this very moment. They got into and argument with Yuras grandfather over how reckless they could be. Yuri and his stubborn attitude clashed with Otabeks calm and collective side and when Yuri let something slip his grandpa was quick to pick up on it. They hashed it out in the backyard until it was dinner time to which they dropped it for at least then. The ride back home was agonizingly silent for Otabek, he had never heard Yuri so silent and it was scaring him a little bit. They parked the bike and returned to the apartment building. Things were said and Yuri laid hands on Otabek but as soon as he pushed he was immediately snapped out of his rage. They apologized to eachother and decided to make it back to the room, both exhausted from yelling and arguing. “You know something Beks? I hate arguing with you. It sucks and I hate it. Period.” The cigarette now put out in the ashtray on the bed stand. Potya silently made her way on the bed and squished herself between the two of them purring sleepily Otabek as of instinct began to pet her. “It’s not easy to stop the argument when you let your temper take over. Its hard to talk to you especially when you begin to yell.” Yuri scoffed but knew he was right. He tended to lose any sense when we was angry know all to well when it came with Viktor and his stupid fiancé. “Yea yea I said I was sorry. Anyways you tend to get me angry every time you just stand there with that sane face and calm voice when we’re obviously arguing.” Otabek sighed, “Well one of us has to be rational in order to keep the peace in the end.” With the cigarette now put out he was able to take the opportunity to snuggle up closer to his boyfriend, basking in the scent of him. It was a mix of cologne, cigarettes, and engine oil due to the fact he works on his second bike every day, his goal to get it up and running eventually. “ Besides I like to think we grow from every argument we have.” Yuri groaned and placed his arms under his head so he can still lay on him but also be able to see his face. “Ugh here we go with your words of wisdom.” Otabek slightly chuckled. Yuri was not one of mottos and sayings but he knew what he meant by it and still listened. “What? I’m just saying that everyday we learn a little bit more than the day before it. Yura we’re still young meaning we have lots of time to figure things out.” He knew Otabek had a point, and to be frank he was pretty sure he heard something like this from Lila. “Yes and it’s one of the reasons you tend to take things slow. It took me ages for you to let me kiss you.” “Yea well I just wanna enjoy things while we can you know?” And he did know. Otabek was a man of many words when it came to the moments he shared only with him. Yuri tended to rush things but was always down for whatever Beka was comfortable with, not wanting to scare the boy away. It was safe to say they were still figuring things out, they could debate for hours on end about their own opinions, but there was always a meeting point where things just made sense. “I know what you mean but sometimes taking a chance could be worth it. I took a chance with you.” “Hmph more like you took a chance and got lucky. Beggars can’t be choosy.” Yuri laughed and hit him. “Shut up with your inspirational quotes. Just kiss me damn it.” And just that he did. Their lips met in a slow paced kiss sealing the forgotten words and punches from the day tight and away. If only they could stay this young forever.

mimichin18  asked:

Hi! I've just finished reading the first story of the Designation: Miracle series and I loved every bit of it! I actually cried because of HInata in the end, it was so emotional. I really don't know if take prompts or something, but have you ever thought about writing a spinoff with IwaOi/KasaKise meeting at the "party"? It'd be so fun! (they're my OTP from both anime ahah) BTW, thanks for writing it! It's really amazing!

“We are going to crush them.”

“You’re getting awfully competitive about a game where we literally just made up the rules five seconds ago,” Iwaizumi remarks.

“Iwa-chan, there is no point in playing anything without performing our absolute best. And also, we need to prove that we are better than those basketball players, don’t you think?”

“We have basketball players on our team,” Iwaizumi points out. “They have volleyball players on their team. The whole point of this absurd made-up game is so that we’re working together.”

“Alright, fine, we have to prove we’re better than the Miracle.”

This makes even less sense, and Iwaizumi resists the urge to throttle his captain. “The only reason any of us are here is because you wanted to support the Miracles.”

“Right,” Oikawa says. “We supported them, and now we’re going to make sure we prove we’re the best.”

Iwaizumi just stares at him. “Why are you like this?”

*

“I don’t like him,” Kise announces.

“Huh?”

“He’s too pretty,” Kise says.

Kasamatsu frowns and follows Kise’s glare to the captain of the current Basket-Volleyball team they’ve been playing against. He’s had some solid moves and got past Kise a few times. “That’s a weird thing for you to say,” Kasamatsu says. “Besides, I think he’s a lot like you.”

“What! Senpai, how can you say that? He is nothing like me! He seems far too frivolous.”

“Right,” Kasamatsu says. “Bit like you.”

Senpai,” Kise whines. “Look at him! He’s clearly smarmy. He flirts too much and also he smirks. People shouldn’t smirk all the time.”

“So… exactly like you?”

Kise continues to pout, with a wide-eyed puppy-dog look that creates the perfect picture of injured prettiness.

“Can’t even tell the difference, really,” Kasamatsu continues, “Maybe I should go ask him out, he looks like my type, and maybe he’d be better about picking his clothes off the floor—”

“Senpai!!!”

*

“Wow, where did they even come from?” Kasamatsu remarks, marveling at the fact that a crowd of girls have already encircled Oikawa.

“They just sort of pop up out of nowhere, like fruit flies,” Iwaizumi says, resignedly. “Although, I do think some of them were originally here for your boy.”

Kasamatsu twitches slightly at the idea of Kise as “his boy” and carries on with, “Well, that’s even more impressive. I didn’t think anyway could pull fans away from Kise. That’s a definite testament to the charming abilities your boy has.”

Iwaizumi, to his credit, only nods apologetically, as if acknowledging his own fault. “Yeah. It’s pretty annoying. Doesn’t help that he panders to his fans, you know?”

“Oh, for sure. Kise’s a model too, so we get it everywhere. And it’s kind of obnoxious, because you almost have no room to complain because he’s still incredibly talented at basketball,” Kasamatsu says, like a man who has never kicked his underclassman for pandering to his fans.

“Right. There’s no denying Oikawa is the best setter in the prefecture, so it is really hard to object to his crazy,” Iwaizumi agrees, like a man who has never thrown a volleyball at his friend’s head.

You’re obviously really talented, though,” Kasamatsu says. “You’re reflexes are amazing.”

“Thanks, back at you. Have you ever thought about playing volleyball?”

“Eh, not my sport.”

“Fair enough.”

*

“I don’t like you,” Kise says.

“I don’t like you, pretty boy,” Oikawa says.

“And if that spikey haired guy gets any closer to Senpai, I’m going to kick his ass.”

“If you hurt Iwa-chan, I’ll destroy you,” Oikawa says with a smile.

Kise eyes Oikawa and gets the feeling that Oikawa might be a human, but he was a human who knew how to do unpleasant things in the dark without anyone ever knowing what was happening. Oikawa, on the other hand, is realizing there were a lot more unpleasant geniuses besides Kageyama and he almost wishes Kise did play volleyball, if only so Oikawa could have the satisfaction of making him cry in public.

“Keep him away from Senpai and we’ll call a truce?” Kise offers.

“Deal, but only because I’m feeling generous since my team beat yours.”

“Only once and I demand a rematch!”



A/N: Thanks, friend! I am very glad you enjoyed the story! I have always meant to write a KiKasa and IwaOi interaction because that was something a few people remarked on wanting to see, so here we go! It’s my headcanon that Oikawa and Kise are probably people who will get along really well after awhile, but when they first meet they hate each other’s guts. Thanks again!! Sorry for how long it took! (If anyone is interested in random thoughts on basket-volleyball, they are here).

Everyday Magic

Author: liketolaugh
Summary: Kanda thinks of Tiedoll more than he lets on, Allen has always wanted a family, and Link is worried. Or: three idiots raise some kids together.


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anonymous asked:

Hi!! I'm kind of new to the fandom and I'm having trouble really getting to know the members personalities. If it's not too much, could you write a little blurb about each of there personalities? If you don't want to do all the members (because dear god there's so many, rest in pieces Taeyong for having 10,000 kids), then could you do just the NCT 127 members? Thank you and I love you so much❤❤❤❤❤

aw welcome to the nctzen fandom!! hehe i hope this helps though ahh, if you want to know more go watch their nct life seasons, it’s help a lot or message me!! xoxo

Taeil:

- awkward bun since debut but he’s much comfortable now!!
- quietly looks over and takes care of the younger members
- he’s not good with expressing himself and through words (same bro) so he tries to make up for that by always joking around and teasing the other members
- his random outbursts are weird but cute
- dances randomly in public one moment
- and making owl impersonations
- gets aggressive when playing games
- won’t hesitate to do the things the others call him to do
- voice of an angel
- ravenclaw (stated in nct life)

Hansol:

- really really quiet
- awkward man 2.0
- but still jokes around with the members too!
- especially johnny & yuta
- more of a listener than a talker
- man from busan who forgot his busan accent
- similar to taeil he isnt that good at expressing himself
- which is why he probably loves dancing so much (damn his moves are always ON POINT)
- i miss him sm please bring him back i can only say this much about him im sorry dnndnd

Johnny:

- every member’s no.1 supporter
- very encouraging and loves to compliment them but when gets complimented he becomes extremely shy
- jokes around a lot to make the others laugh
- actual sweetheart who’d make your heart throb
- on stage he’s all manly and tough
- but off stage he’s actually really soft and sweet
- takes care of the members too
- one of the talkers in nct
- man who can speak many languages
- english, chinese, korean & spanish (there’s more but i forgot ksms)
- moodmaker of the group!

Taeyong:

- mom material
- nags a lot at them and takes care of them like they’re his real children
- gets really soft towards them too
- dont get fooled by his rapping deep voice because when he talks to them his voice gets all high and cute
- another one who looks so intimidating on stage but off stage is a literal ball of softness
- cherishes the members a lot
- claims to be doyoung’s enemy when in fact they’re like best friends
- acts like a 5 year old
- randomly breaks into dances, jumps around excitedly and making weird faces
- thinks a lot but doesnt show it because he doesn’t want the members to worry about him
- Hufflepuff (stated in nct life)

Yuta:

- king of being extra
- really proud of himself and would take any chance to compliment himself possible
- which we’re not denying tho
- winwin’s biggest fan and supporter
- loves to roast the other members
- but also take care of them too
- gets jealous easily
- really straightforward and honest
- he says anything that’s on his mind
- but can be a sweetheart too
- kissing the camera 24/7 to melt out hearts
- and giving that smile wow
- sexy dance is his forte
- Slytherin (stated in nct life)

Kun:

- looks out for the other members
- really polite
- laughs at everything they say
- an angel
- vocals that could sing you to sleep
- i feel like he’s actually very competitive if he needs to be? (nct life in seoul)
- man i need more videos of him dkdkd sm wyd

Doyoung:

- 24/7 done with the older members
- but acts like the mom towards dreamies
- mark’s his ultimate bias (high five bunny)
- nags and complains A LOT
- whining is his thing ↑
- but it’s cute so-
- very intelligent and quick to react
- really really good speaker
- another one of the talkers in nct
- loves the group with all his heart
- supportive of every member too
- tries his best to get nct’s name out there as much as he can
- Slytherin (stated in nct life)

Ten:

- actually clueless and unsure of what the members are talking about most of the time
- really funny
- makes weird faces too
- laughs at everything they say or do
- even though he doesnt show it he cares about the rest a lot!
- really polite and is an angel too
- king of predebut photos and videos
- one of the moodmakers too
- best friends with johnny
- super smol
- gets shy easily

Jaehyun:

- smile and laughter could kill you
- really supportive of the members too
- takes care of them especially dreamies
- also a really good speaker
- he knows what to say and not
- listens to the other members well
- confident in what he does but still gets shy when complimented
- another one who can make your heart throb at anything he does
- cherishes friendship a lot
- and is apparently mark’s soulmate (and winwin’s too hmm make up your mind jae)

WinWin:

- the actual baby of the group
- doesnt even need to put in effort to look cute
- does the cutest things
- clueless too
- but can be a savage if he feels like it
- quiet but can be talkative if he needs to be
- especially when he’s nervous or scared
- does aegyo just to get food
- seems awkward but it’d take him some time to fully open up
- and when he does he can get really affectionate and talkative
- gives an awkward shy laugh whenever he doesn’t know what to say
- all the members of 127 treats him like the maknae
- chinaline’s older brother
- gryffindor (stated in nct life)

Mark:

- golden boy with endless talents
- gets nervous and shy really really easily
- stutters on his words and repeats them
- hesitates for a while when you ask him to do things but still does it perfectly how??
- is bad at receiving compliments (same bby same)
- king of reaction who laughs at everything
- weird kid
- when his wild side appears it’s hard to control and deal with
- spills out random english words
- and probably jumps around like crazy
- seems to always have energy
- always spreading positive vibes
- really easy to get along with but because he’s shy it may take him time to open up

Renjun:

- always smiling
- an angel
- but towards jisung and chenle he can get aggressive
- because he probably had enough of those two
- looks up to the older members
- gets shy easily too but doesnt make it obvious
- a good speaker too
- moomin’s biggest fan
- smol
- loves teasing the other members too especially mark

Jeno:

- really calm and quiet
- boring (according to jisung)
- doesn’t need effort to look good
- more of a listener too
- in charge of giving reactions too
- isnt that good with his words too but he tries his best
- really polite and nice
- supportive of all the members
- loves roasting jisung & haechan
- jaemin’s best friend but in mfal it was renjun hmm
- sunshine who gives off positive vibes too

Haechan:

- is always teasing the other members
- but it’s his way of showing his love to them
- mark’s best friend
- moodmaker of the group
- always trying his best
- competitive
- loves it when people compliments him but lowkey acts shy
- actually really soft
- wants the members’ attention and can get really clingy
- whiny too
- endless jokes and weird antics just to make the members laugh
- sunshine

Jaemin:

- meme material 101
- w i l d
- loves teasing the other members and making them laugh too
- haechan’s sidekick
- but when he smiles it’s a different story because wow an angel??
- another moodmaker too
- can be loud
- and can also be really chill
- very easy to get along with and is extremely friendly
- tries his best to show off his talents
- i miss him sm please give updates thank you

Chenle:

- iconic dolpin laughter
- extremely wild and loud
- seems to be happy 24/7
- laughs at everything too
- jisung’s number one hypeman
- takes every moment to compliment himself too
- can be a savage too
- loves teasing mark
- looks up to the older members
- open minded and easy to communicate with
- fun to be with too
- gets shy but always laughs it off

Jisung:

- clueless and gets flustered and scared of/at the littlest things
- still shy when he talks but it’s better now
- good with his words
- especially making fun if the older members
- yaja time’s his favourite time
- chenle’s best friend
- looks up to the other members too
- quiet too but when asked to do things he would do it
- pure child
- grows very quickly
- is pretty laidback and relaxed most of the time

oh my this is so long im sorry

prompt from @dorkwithadeathwish: WRITE A STORY WHERE DAVE IS HAPPY AND PROUD OF HIMSELF AND ALSO HAS AN AMAZING CRAB BOYFRIEND WHO IS ALSO HAPPY AND PROUD OF HIMSELF

(it’s not a whole story i’m sorry i’m so lazy)

Dave Strider sometimes had a strong inclination to be clingy. It wasn’t something he did on purpose, it wasn’t like- oh, I need attention- it was more like nothing he did seemed to be good enough without someone else there to tell him it was. Dave was more than aware that that was the way things worked in his head, it was just hard for him to break out of the habit.

He’s not going to fuck around when he admits that he’s been through a lot. A lot, not even including the whole destroying and then saving the world thing. He lived in a world where he was always running, always chasing after things he couldn’t reach- approval, even affection? from a guardian who seemed too far away, too high up to reach.

Dave felt, a lot of the time, that he could never make anyone happy. He felt loyalty to a brother who might have cared back, but treated him like shit. Yeah, Dave has been through a lot. There was no more brother to look up to, but there was still years of a toxic mentality programmed into his brain.

Then Karkat. In Dave’s eyes, Karkat was the opposite of Dave in almost every conceivable way. Dave wrote in lowercase, Karkat wrote in all caps. Dave tried to make himself seem laid back and cool, Karkat seemed to have literally no cool. At first glance, the things Karkat said seemed to be all insults- there was nothing he couldn’t argue about, nothing he couldn’t complain about.

But after a while, well, you know? After a while, after you get to know a guy, and it becomes easier to see how the two of you are not so different after all. Karkat saw himself as the fake that Dave had always felt like as well. He wasn’t the friendleader. He wasn’t anything. He was just Karkat, the boy who yelled so loud no one heard what he was saying. Karkat had been through as much as Dave had been.

Sure, Dave and Karkat together was sort of unexpected. Karkat could be seen as a hero, Dave could not. Karkat did things unapologetically because he wanted to, Dave always felt unsure when he did things for the same reason. And under all of his insults and disparaging remarks, Karkat was a good guy.

Dave has never met someone like him before, and he loved it. He loved Karkat. There it is, out in the open. Dave Strider loves Karkat Vantas. Years of being told to be the ManTM, years of struggling to fit the bill of something he didn’t want to be, and now Dave finds himself here. With Karkat. Someone who understood it when he was clingy, someone he felt like he could work through problems with.

They’ve been through a lot, the two of them. Ever since they were children. Both of them had the same experiences, worlds apart. The shaking limbs, the brains bent and broken, the disappointment. But heartache pales in comparison to love.

And you know what? Dave was proud. He was so goddamn proud of the boy he loved, and of himself. The had been through a lot. They were fucking amazing.

anonymous asked:

wow your analyses are so detailed and well thought of! i enjoy reading them, especially since it's for a series that wasn't given nearly as much thought or detail when it was being produced. tbh it makes me wonder why is it that you're using your brain power and energy to deeply make sense of something that isn't really that deep or well thought of to begin with. I mean it guess its for your enjoyment and the wasted potential but.. does DP even deserve so much of your thought

Thank you! I put my best into them, and I like to think I’ve gotten better with time.

Hmm, now that’s a good point. Danny Phantom wasn’t ever that well thought out. It had a lot of great ideas and episodes, but a lot of things were never fully taken advantage of, and the show kind of stumbled around a lot. It never really figured out what it wanted to be.

But honestly, I think that’s exactly why it’s the perfect show to analyze. For starters, yeah, there’s the wasted potential. I can talk about different ideas for how things could’ve worked and what the show could’ve been. The fact that the show is flawed leaves room for a ton of interpretation and reimagination. Heck, even things like TUE, which I’ve been jokingly complaining about, has a ton of imagination and brilliant ideas that could’ve been explored more, and doing so is fun.

On top of that, discussing a flawed show with this much potential gives me the opportunity to talk about storytelling in a lot of different ways, both good and bad. In one episode I can talk about why the development was interesting and why the villain had a good setup and how great the dialogue was, and in another episode I can explain why those same things didn’t work. I can call attention to things like how Jazz was frequently brought into episodes to play smaller roles, which allowed her character to develop more gradually and keep her interesting. At the same time, I can talk about how Valerie was unfairly stuck on the shelf and why her development sadly didn’t work quite as well as a result.

There are much better shows out there. Ones that were made to be analyzed to death. Ones that have a ton of details thrown in that you might not notice on your first viewing, and there are lots of people who love digging through those shows to find everything.

The thing with those shows, though, is that they’re always going to be more straightforward than a mess like DP. In Gravity Falls, all the clues you’ll pick up lead to an actual answer. In Steven Universe, when specific animation, dialogue, or story choices are made, you know they’re deliberate and that they’re all going to lead to something. Even some of the really unlikable aspects of Lars’s character led to something amazing. In Avatar: The Last Airbender, you know there’s an end goal. The characters are on an actual mission. There’s one story being told there.

With DP, a lot of the “clues” and “story decisions” lead nowhere, and it’s hard to know sometimes whether an idea was intentional or not. There are so many ideas packed into it, but almost none of it was able to reach its full potential. Even things that did have some sort of plan behind them sometimes had to be tossed to the side.

By going through the show episode by episode like this, I can try to pick out those details that the writers themselves may have missed. I can point out opportunities, directions the show could’ve gone, and ways that good stories could’ve been improved. DP is a good show with a great show trying to get out.

That gives me so much more to talk about than a show that’s already great. It opens the path for a lot of interesting discussions, like ones I’ve already had on this blog. Different people can notice different things and think of different possibilities. There are so many different points of view, and these discussions could potentially help other writers with their own ideas, whether it be fanfiction or original stories. Heck, I know one of my followers tags a lot of my posts as “dp headcanons for my fic,” (which is super flattering btw.) People can read my ideas and build on that. A lot of the stuff I post on here came from me doing the same thing. I read an idea somewhere, and I built on that and came up with my own ideas.

So does DP deserve so much of my thought? Yeah, I think it does. Just because the original creators didn’t give it this much thought doesn’t mean I can’t, and a show like this leaves a lot more room to explore possibilities than anything much better shows give us. It allows us, the fans, to get creative with what the show presents to us. We get to dig deeper and find hidden gems that perhaps nobody else noticed before.

To me, that’s perhaps even more fun and more useful than trying to solve mysteries that really do have clear answers already.

anonymous asked:

Can you write something where Logan proposes but kinda messes up and it's just really fluffy cause there's always smutty Logan (Not that I'm complaining) and I just need a little fluffy Logan in my life

It had to be perfect. Logan had spared no expense because you deserved for it to be absolutely perfect. All week, he’d been fretting silently which led to yelling at anyone who dared inconvenience hime. You’d noticed he’d been on edge, but he kept reassuring you it was just an upcoming deadline and not to worry about him. So when Friday night came, you’d thought he’d be a little less high strung- no such luck.

“Where are we going?” you asked as he turned another corner, silently chewing on his knuckle.

“We’re almost there,” he replied absent-mindedly, his eyes never leaving the road.

“That totally didn’t answer my question…” He had pulled the car around to a valet. He shut off the engine and came around to open your door. You followed behind him as he tossed the keys to his Range Rover to the teenager in a black vest, who fumbled and ultimately dropped the keys. Logan’s jaw visibly clenched, a look of pure aggravation on his face. “They’re just keys, Lo,” you began, taking his hand, “you don’t have to scare the poor kid.”

“Just doesn’t seem that difficult to catch two fucking keys…” he muttered, still incredibly tense. The two of you walked through a short hallway that led out to a private garden, a small bistro table was set in the middle covered in candles and fresh foliage. 

“Logan, this place is beautiful!” you smile, turning to face him. It was the first time you’d seen him smile in days. 

“Well, I wanted to take my baby girl somewhere special,” he smirked, gesturing for you to take a seat. He pulled out your chair, letting you settle in before taking his own seat. “You look incredible tonight, sweetheart,” he mused, leaning back in his chair. A blush spread across your face, his gaze a little too strong for you to look at directly.

You had just begun chatting when a very frantic looking man came into view, timidly trying to seek Logan’s attention. This irritated him immediately, but he politely excused himself from you before storming over to the man. Though it was hard to hear what exactly the man said, it was easy to read Logan’s reaction. Whatever news he had just broken, your boyfriend was not taking it well at all.

“Are you fucking kidding me!!” Logan boomed, running his hands through his dark hair. The man appeared to be apologizing profusely, much to the indifference of Logan. He turned on his heels, leaving the frazzled man behind him. “I’m sorry about that babe, what were you saying?”

“Is…is everything ok?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“They could be better, but yes, everything is fine,” he weakly smiled. His dark eyes were still coming down from being angry as he anxiously pulled at the hairs of his beard. He eventually calmed down a bit as you continued to tell him about your day, the smile lines eventually reappearing on his face. Logan had finally begun to unwind until a waiter appeared before you, giving you a plate of salmon.

“Oh, I…I’m so sorry, I’m actually allergic to…” you began.

“This has to be a joke! Did I not specifically say that she’s allergic to seafood. And wouldn’t you know! Fish is included in seafood!” he said through gritted teeth.

“I’m very sorry, sir. I…I…” the waiter stammered.

“Just go!” The man scurried away behind a door on the far side of the room.

“Logan! What’s gotten into you? You’re never this rude to…”

“Oh, fuck it,” he interrupted. You barely had time to even think about yelling at him for cutting you off when he was kneeling before you. Your eyes became wide as he took your left hand in his. “Y/N, all I wanted was for this night to be perfect. Because that’s what you deserve. But obviously, I couldn’t pull it off. And this is totally not the speech I had planned, but here it goes anyway: I love you. I love you more than I thought was even possible. You make me want to be less of an asshole. You make me laugh and smile and tell me when I’m out of line. I need you, probably a lot more than you need me. But Y/N, I want to know if you’d do me the honor of being my wife?”

Tears were pricking at the corner of your eyes as you emphatically nodded your head yes. His smile was wide as he removed a shiny, new ring from his jacket pocket and slid it on your finger.

“Of course. Yes!” You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him with every part of your being. He smiled into your lips, his hands gripping tight on your waist. You broke away slightly, placing your forehead on his. “Is this why you’ve been such a weird ass this week?”

“Shhh…” he laughed, pulling you tight to him and kissing you once again.

His Hair: Part 2

Agh, thank you guys so much for the kind words. I’ve been smiling idiotically at my screen all evening and then I hurried to write this part for you (and because I love writing Lin too much, lol send help).
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You two really helped when you shared this little story, so thank you c:

The second time you noticed, the two of you were…well was freaking out over lyrics in your apartment considered “hanging out?”

“AGH.”

You nearly jumped at the dramatic groan from Lin, and turned just in time to see him flopping his head to the back of the couch with hands over his face. His ever-present laptop was settled on his lap and you could glimpse writing scrawled across the screen. You grimaced sympathetically. “You all right?”

A muffled “mmph” was all you received and he didn’t budge.

From your place next to your coffeemaker, you pulled a soft smile and went back to stirring cream into your mug. You loved your coffeemaker, honestly. You probably wouldn’t have survived the late dance practices without it. Not to mention that it was now coming in handy because Lin-Manuel Miranda (dear god) was in your apartment with a serious need of caffeine.

“Being a genius is hard,” Lin complained, with enough sarcasm to let you know he was kidding.

You snorted and rolled your eyes, even though he couldn’t see you from the couch. “Hey, genius,” you called, “want coffee or what?”

“Please?” he asked, twisting on the couch to send you an imploring smile. His eyes went all soft when he smiled and a strand of hair had drifted down into his face.

Okay, THAT was doing dangerous things to your heart rate, so you’d better stop looking at him. “Coming, Your Highness,” you teased. Scooping up the two mugs, you made your way around the couch to him.

“‘Your Highness?’” he echoed with a raised brow, as he accepted the mug from you. “I’m hardly acting that obnoxious, am I?”

You sent him a flat look and he glared back at you. “Right, (Y/N) thinks I’m obnoxious,” he remarked with a rough sigh. “This day actually got worse.”

“Hey!” you protested, sitting down next to him and batting him on the shoulder. “You can’t be mad at me, I made you coffee.”

Huffing out half a laugh, he took a long sip of said coffee. “I can’t be mad at you, can I? Damn.” He shook his head and leaned forward to set the mug on the coffee table in front of the couch. Then he fell back against the cushions again, letting out a long breath. His gaze landed on his laptop screen again.

Sobering a little, you brought your mug up to your lips. “Still having trouble?”

“Yeah. I just…want it to turn out right, you know?”

“I get it.” You fell silent, watching him think, fingers tapping out some rhythm on his knee. Bending forward, you placed your mug next to his and laced your fingers together on your crossed legs. “You know it’s already amazing, right?” you asked, suddenly feeling a burst of your shyness. It always seemed to surface around him at some point. “I mean…it’s great, probably because you’re great, and um.” He was watching you with this almost-smile playing on his lips and you felt your ears starting to burn. “….yeah.”

You had to look away, because you were sure you were about to start blushing ferociously any minute. But you heard him chuckle, a warm sound vibrating in his chest, and a quiet, “thanks, (Y/N).”

“No problem.” Glancing up again, you fell back into your usual habit of watching him work: eyes lingering on the movement of his fingers over the keyboard and up to the rolled-up sleeves of his hoodie. Then higher, over the arc of his neck and to his hair bundled into a messy bun. It looked like it’d be soft to the touch and your stomach twisted. You were starting to get an unhealthy habit of ogling his hair lately. A strand had fallen free and hung in his face; he was too focused to brush it away.

Without thinking, you reached out and caught it on the edge of your fingers. “Here, you gotta—” You were smoothing it back behind his ear before you realized what exactly you’d just done and then you froze. His eyes were on yours, a flicker of surprised delight in them as your fingers trembled a millimeter from his hair. You swallowed hard, not daring to move. “Oh. Uh. I…” His gaze flitted down to your mouth, then away, almost guilty for having done so in the first place. But that glance was all it took for you to apparently become a whole lot braver.

You darted forward and touched your lips to his.

It was light, and innocent, a quick intake of breath coming from him and a shaky sigh coming from you. It was the first kiss you’d ever had and would become the shortest; you pulled back immediately, face turning every shade of red. “God, crap, I’m sorry,” you babbled. “I shouldn't—”

“Yes, you should,” he mumbled, and he caught your mouth with his again.

You were drowning so fast, you were sure that wasn’t a good sign; you were already in too deep. But Lin had brought his hand up to your cheek now, holding you gently. And he kissed like he sang, deeply and like it was all he ever needed. You closed your eyes and leaned into it, let it deepen. Your hand was moving on its own now, tracing his jawline. Then your fingertips speared into his hair, freed it from its tie, and you didn’t think when you twisted your fingers in it. It was as soft as you’d imagined and the way you combed your fingers through it brought a tiny sound out of Lin’s throat. Your heartbeat leapt, a grin curling your lips, and you swore you wanted to hear that sound every day.

It was you who broke it, mainly because you couldn’t stop smiling. When Lin saw it, he grinned too, that grin like a struck match, and rested his forehead against yours.

“I guess I am a genius if I figured out how to make you fall for me.”
“Oh, shut up.”