i know no way is two words

Cause You're My Favorite Hue

All Parts: {x}

Part: 60/?

Pairing: Jamilton

Inspiration: this post and this song

Soundtrack: here (you can request more songs)

Summary: Black and white was all anyone saw until they touched their soulmate. For some people, color quickly rushed into their world and for others, all they ever saw was black and white. Two businessmen, who absolutely hated each other, managed to bump into each other on their way up to their office. Little did either know that their world would erupt in a staccato of color.

Warning: cussing, mentions of ED, nonconsensual touching

Word Count: 4,032

Dedication: To y'all. I had a freak out today. I’m fine now, but thank you for making sure I was okay. I love you guys very much. Also to @xaandiir bc their cameos in the chapter :)

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A/N: shit. It was sally, but I’m changing it to an OC because honestly, using her at all is pretty wrong. I’m sorry if I offended anyone. Enjoy!


The Jeffersons wanted nothing other than a nice break. They wanted to be able to walk through the woods, play music, go into town to shop, and to just be able to relax.

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a surrogate serenity
the taste of my own skin
when i’m thinking of you.
my fingers clutching themselves,
i am comforted by pockets of white noise
& by ‘shut-the-fuck-up; i’m-done-
with-you’ mantras,
mushed together in sweet sotto voce;
they are my bread & meat.
a private dig soon becomes
more profound than penetration,
vows of tenderness
substituted for soft abuses;
the weight of two thousand miles
sits clotted on the tongue
& expectant language
endures elliptic labor
because we don’t know what form
our words will take.
we can only make love this way
through the mind,
through folded cranes & dropped calls
through the curses we fling
upon geography
we can only know love this way
between ‘wish you were here’ &
‘can’t talk now; i’m hours ahead.’
we can only taste love this way
with cool confidentiality,
low laughter & ‘i never mean it
when i tease you. i just—’
‘—i know how you feel.
i know how
you feel, i
know
how you feel…’

i wish you did.
Love is fickle and love is kind. Often time, the name of love is tainted with heartbreaks and poetic souls that romanticize their pain. Love is beautiful because it brings out the strength in us during the time when we are frail. It can connect two complete strangers, and it is magic how the chemicals inside us intertwine and respond with oxytocin. It can bring the pain of giving birth ease. It can be a universal language with the parting of lips or the touch of a hand.
I was the poetic soul who saw love to be cruel and unfair and wrote about it often. My love for words made me a writer at seventeen. I wanted to cry it out and let people know I was hurt because love was not going my way. It wasn’t until I was nearly twenty-two where I realized love is what got me through all these years. Some people learn it when they are young, and some people learn when they are old. Maybe I’m lucky because I know what its like to be naive and what it is like to really grasp the concept of emotion.
—  I should be blaming myself, not love and the circumstances I am in. I should not shame myself, but I should let my pain let me grow. 

In response to @bonjourmafriends

Here are my general thoughts about the upcoming Japril-centric episode…

  • The bad place at the beginning could be caused by (in order of likelihood)
    • issues with Jackson’s dad and April interfering in it in some way
    • jealousy about dating situation (either direction)
    • disagreement about raising Harriet in some way
  • Those words, “some happiness”
    • This could literally mean anything. It could be them getting back together. It could mean they hook up. Heck, it could just mean they have a good chuckle. 
    • All I know is JW and SD are trained to be vague. Otherwise they’ll face the wrath of Shonda.
  • SD calling the episode “adult” and “intimate”
    • I literally think this means that it’s intimate not in the bow chicka wow wow way, but in the intimate as in only two people way
    • adult is code for slow paced and boring (LOL, nothing involving these two MOFOs could ever be boring)
  • Worries about Jackson dying
    • Call me crazy (especially since it’s Shonda we’re talking about here), but I don’t think this is a Jackson dies episode. I read somewhere that any couple centric episodes involve a character death. Relationship death, yes, but actual character death? No. I don’t agree with this. Derek’s episode really just focused on him. Mark and Lexie died with lots of other stuff going on. The same with the shooting episode.
  • The patient?
    • I’m not in the medical field so I’m literally drawing a blank right now. All I know is it’s likely something that involves plastic surgery and general surgery.
  • Can they get back together?
    • Hells yeah, I believe that. I wouldn’t continue watching if there wasn’t hope, but will it happen in this episode? I really don’t know.
    • I will say the fact that there’s a second centric episode gives me hope that this will have a far happier outcome than last year’s episode. Grey’s wouldn’t do the same thing twice, right?
Createspace experience

My createspace experience was a lot better than I thought it would be. First ff, I thought I was going to have to buy an ISBN number, because when I did some research into it, I was told it would be $10, but found out while working on my book that createspace can give you an ISBN number for free or you can use one that you paid for yourself. 

The hardest part of this entire experience was getting the interior to format correctly because for some reason chapter 9 wouldn’t go to it’s own page which took about two days to get figured out. I don’t know why it took so long, but it did. And then there were problems with the margins and page size because I didn’t realize that I needed to change the page size in word as well as the margins. But what’s cool about createspace is that if there’s something wrong with the file that’s going to cause problems printing, it shows you the ways to change that. Once that was all figured out, I just had to do the cover, title and all that, which only took about 10 minutes. 

After that, createspace reviews the book to make sure it’ll print correctly, then 24 hours later, you can buy your book. Which for the author, it’s only $5 per copy plus shipping and handling. When I heard that from Shaelin Bishop from the YouTube channel ShaelinWrites (if you don’t watch her already, you definitely should because she’s hilarious) that the copies were only $5 each, I thought that can’t be right. I thought it was going to be really expensive and then I get to that point and nope. She was telling the truth. 

The books got here 2 days before I thought they would which made me very happy. Other authors who filmed their experience had some problems with the binding and damage around the corners but I didn’t have any of that. They were perfect and I couldn’t ask for a better experience. 

If anybody needs help figuring out how to format the word document for createspace, feel free to message me on here because I’m happy to help anyone out.  

anonymous asked:

making fun of a ship is suddenly harassing the entire lgbt community lmao. you want gay characters who love each other watch hannibal. Sherlock Holmes was never gay and attracted to John. The same goes for john he was is and will be a straight arrow

You are literally going into peoples inboxes to gloat about something when lgbt people are upset about it and are genuinely in pain and are hurting. You are no friend to the community, so yes, you are harassing the lgbt community. You are being gleeful over something that is crushing for people and there are only a couple of ways to spin that and that’s A) you’re a really awful person with no compassion and B) you’re homophobic

Unsurprisingly, those two things tend to overlap a lot. 

So, yeah, you know, I would advise you in the future to really think about your decisions because some people can’t take the words or the attitude that you’re vomiting all over my inbox. 

I know that’s weird, but that’s what you love about me. You love how much I love you. Because yes. I love you way too much. More than anyone deserves to be loved. But I can’t help it. You make normal love hard. You make me psycho-love you.
—  Colleen Hoover and Tarryn Fisher, Never Never: Part Two
I said once that a home is just a grouping of objects, connected by a shared personal experience of time, which was just a fancy way of really just asking you to move in with me, and, um, and it worked but I wasn’t wrong, and I know now that a relationship is just a grouping of moments, connected by that same shared personal experience of time. what it means to make a life together is to take the experience of two different lives and choose to interpret them as a single shared narrative, so, in other words, changing the story about you, or the story about me, into the story about us. do you remember before the throat surgery when I sounded like this: “science is neat”? well, science is neat and I still believe that, but I know now that a lot of things are neat. having a quiet breakfast with another person is neat; calling someone over to experience a particularly noisy sunset is neat; this town is neat; night vale is neat; love is neat. love is- is very neat, actually and, um, and you are neat. that first night, when we sat on the trunk of my car and looked at the lights above the arby’s, when we got up to leave, I looked at you and I tried to think of how to say everything I was feeling, but I’ve never really been good at describing feelings, I’m only good at describing facts and love- love isn’t a fact, you know, love, it’s- it’s a hunch at first, and then later, it’s a series of decisions, a lifetime of decisions. that’s love and I didn’t- I didn’t know how to express that, and, so, I just said “I’m glad I decided to call you”, and now, um, tonight I say I’m glad again for this decision and all the decisions that will come every day after, which is to say, uh, scientifically speaking of course, speaking from the point of view of mere facts and logic and you know, um, what with this science and all, I just thought that it was time for us to make a life together.
—  Carlos the Scientist, Welcome to Night Vale, Episode 100 “Toast”
The Chargiest Charger

On his adventures with the Inquisitor, the Iron Bull discovers a baby hart that has fallen down a cliff. He rescues it, because he is a giant soft marshmallow, and it is making a very sad honk.

he doesn’t mean to do it, but he names it Imekari (because Qunlat has no other words for small things that you want to protect) 

Imekari recovers from her mishap in short order, and decides that the Iron Bull is now her mother. I mean, no one else here has antlers.

He tries to leave her with Horsemaster Dennet. Dennet knows…. animals, right?

Dennet brings her back two hours later, and Bull hears them coming, because Imekari is making the saddest, most terribly tragic, extremely loud, honking. She’s been separated from her mother, what else can she do? She has no other way to communicate her sadness and distress. So honking it is. (you know when you’re riding a hart, and you gallop, and they make that noise? you know the one. It’s that noise, but tinier, and also louder, and much more likely to haunt your dreams.)

She’s discovered that making this noise will cause everyone around her to do what she wants. She decides this is a good noise, and she should make it more in the future.

And that’s the story of how the Iron Bull recruited the first Charger who can actually charge.

I Don't See Why Not // A Stiles Stilinski Smut

Prompt: To them, becoming friends with benefits seems like the absolute perfect idea. He’s madly in love with Lydia and she never wants to be in a relationship ever again. So, what could possibly go wrong, right? (Part 1 of 6)

Series: Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Epilogue

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Cheating (From an outside character), Oral (Male on Female), and Swearing.

Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/Stiles Stilinski x OFC

Word Count: 5,807

Song: DKLA by Troye Sivan Ft. Tkay Maidza

A/N: Hi! Yes, I’m back! I don’t know if my return is a permanent thing, but all I know is I just couldn’t get this story out of my head and had to write it down. Either way, I hope you guys like it


“You know, what? Maybe if we get back in the car and leave, Lydia won’t even notice we’re gone.” I suggested to my boyfriend, Trevor, and he immediately chuckled.

“Babe, this is Lydia Martin we’re talking about.” He laughed, grabbing my hand and kissing the back of it. “She’ll notice us leaving before we even get the chance to walk out that door.“ 

I groaned audibly as this sunk in. I hate to admit it, but he’s right. Lydia’s one hell of an observant woman and would realize something was off the second we planned a getaway.

Lydia Martin, being the wonderfully thoughtful person she is, decided to throw a crazy party for the pack. She kept saying how ’‘we’re constantly putting our lives in danger to save everyone else” and how “we forgot what it’s like to be actual teenagers”. So, this party here at her house is an attempt to help us all relax, for once, and just have some fun. 

I thank her for her effort, really, I do. And I was excited for this event, at first, that was until I got here and the sound of loud music pounded into my soul. People making out in every corner had my skin crawling and I feel like I will literally scream if I see one more person throw up in front of me. 

 "I’m going to go get a drink.“ I sighed, pulling Trevor’s arm off my shoulders and standing from the living room couch. “Want anything?”

“No, I’m good.” He simply stated, his eyes focused on something else in front of him. 

I didn’t even bother to look at what grabbed all of his attention. I was way too concerned with giving into my current need of an alcoholic beverage. 

Pushing against the sweaty bodies that danced across the floor, I somehow made my way to the kitchen. My mouth beginning to water as I thought about the bitter liquid burning down my throat. 

A small smile etched across my lips the minute I walked inside and a very relaxed and calm Stiles, leaning against the kitchen counter with a drink in his hand, came into sight. 

I’m not gonna lie, he actually looked pretty hot. The way his long sleeves were rolled up just enough to show the veins on his strong arms. How his hair was messy in such a sexy way and how he looked as if he didn’t have a care in the world. 

“Basically all of Beacon Hill’s finest ladies in this one house and, yet, you still manage to be here in the kitchen, alone.” I laughed, approaching the counter with the alcohol on it and wasting no time in making myself a cocktail. “Why am I not surprised, Stilinski?“ 

Stiles let out a chuckle as he stood up straight, realizing he was no longer by himself. 

“Yeah, well, none of them really catch my eye.” He shrugged before taking a sip from his red plastic cup. 

“Not unless she’s a redhead with emerald green eyes, right?” I raised an eyebrow, picking up some ice from its bucket and dropping them into my own cup. 

“Right.” Stiles nodded, licking any lingering liquid off his pink lips. He slowly approached, stopping to stand behind me. “And what miracle brought you here? You hate parties.“ 

“As do you.” I smirked, turning around and leaning against the cupboards. “I remember a certain boy with a buzzcut telling me all about his social anxiety." 

“Well, some things have indeed changed for that boy and, yet, he still does have terrible anxiety." Stiles shrugged, resting his body against the island that was fixiated in the middle of the kitchen. "He manages to grow out his hair and even a few muscles, but can’t shake off the constant feeling of being threatened." 

"I blame natural selection. This is life’s way of telling us we’re the weaker links.” I raised my cup to Stiles and smirked. “So, here’s to us actually surviving this long and proving evolution wrong." 

“Cheers.” Stiles chuckled, also raising his cup. We tapped our cups and with smiles on our faces, gulped down our drinks. 

“Mm.“ I swallowed the last of my drink and turned around to refill my cup. "I should probably go back to Trevor. Wouldn’t want him suffering at this party alone." 

"Ah, yes, your boyfriend.” Stiles raised an eyebrow, a look of disapproval spreading across his face. “Also known as Tragic Trevor by most." 

“Not this again.” I groaned, rolling my eyes at him. With a sigh, I put down the bottle of Jack I used to fill the contents of my plastic cup and faced Stiles.

“Sorry.“ He lifted his hands in surrender. "You know I’m just looking out for you, right?" 

“Yes, Stiles.” I sighed, beginning to walk out of the kitchen. “You and the rest of the pack have made it very clear how much you hate my new boyfriend." 

“Hey, no. We don’t hate him.” Stiles spoke, following behind me. “We just strongly dislike him." 

“It’s not like you guys ever tried to actually like him, anyway.” I scoffed as I entered the living room. A feeling of confusion came over me when I peered over to the couch and Trevor wasn’t anywhere in sight. 

“Okay, fine. You have a point there.“ Stiles confessed, standing beside me whilst I looked around the room to try and find my boyfriend. "But, we also have our reasons, Emma. You know what the rumors say about him being the spawn of satan or whatever." 

“Stiles, I’m not having this discussion with you again.” I stated, deciding to ignore him when my eyes landed on a very happy Scott. He was, currently, sitting at the bottom of the staircase with a bubbly Kira wrapped in his arms. 

“Hey, guys.“ I greeted the couple once I approached them, having to speak a little louder due to the deafening music. 

"Hey!” They both exclaimed in union, clearly thrilled to see me here. Kira was obviously drunk and even Scott seemed a little tipsy. He must have laced his drink with some species of wolfsbane to get this effect.

“Have you guys seen Trevor, anywhere?” I asked them, hoping they weren’t drunk enough to not even be able to notice their surroundings. 

“Oh, yeah.“ Scott spoke up, his words slurring, and a sigh of relief left my lips. "I think he went to the bathroom upstairs." 

“Thanks, Scotty.” I smiled at him and he smiled back, his eyes sparkling. 

A feeling of happiness washed over me as I stared at him. If there’s someone in this world that deserves nothing other than the absolute best, that person is Scott McCall. He does so much for the people around him, constantly putting their lives before his. But, the thing is, he doesn’t do it because he feels like he has to, he does it because that’s just who he is. A person so good and so pure that he can light up an entire room with just his smile.

I managed to walk past Scott and Kira and up the staircase. An annoyed sigh left my chest when I heard the sound of footsteps following behind me. 

“Stiles, what are you doing?“ I asked the brown eyed boy once we reached the top of the stairs. 

“I’m sorry for bringing all of that up again.” He apologized, scratching the back of his neck. 

“It’s fine, Stiles.“ I spoke honestly and walked up to the bathroom in the hall. "Just go back to the party." 

“No, I want to help you find him.” Stiles stood his ground and I nodded, allowing him to make it up to me. 

My right hand curled around the handle to the bathroom door and turned it. I slowly pushed the door open and, immediately, regretted ever trying to look for Trevor in the first place. I had no idea what I would end up actually finding. 

The drink that was still in my hands from the kitchen dropped down to the floor and all of the liquid spread across the hall’s carpet as I stared in shock at the scene before me. 

A girl I’ve never seen before was sitting on top of the sink’s counter with her legs wrapped around my boyfriend’s waist. The feeling of disgust washed over me as I watched Trevor stick his tongue down her throat. It was only then that I noticed her hands fumbling with his belt and I felt as if I was going to be sick.

Stiles was the first to speak with a faint ‘holy shit’ leaving his mouth. 

The two horny teenagers detached their lips from each other and turned their heads towards the opened door.

Trevor’s eyes instantly landed on mine and I could see his pupils go from filled with lust to absolutely terrified

“Emma.“ He said my name nervously, his voice laced with surprise. 

I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak and I couldn’t even think. All I could do was stare in shock as the realization hit me. 

My boyfriend pushed himself away from the girl with no name and anxiously tried to fix his belt. When he began to approach me was when I was finally able to actually move. 

"We’re over.” I stated weakly, my voice breaking and I could feel tears threaten to escape. 

“No, wait-“ He tried to protest, but I didn’t stick around to find out what excuse he would use. 

I ran down the stairs and rushed past Scott and Kira. I heard the sound of my name being called by my friends, but I didn’t even bother to answer. 

Without actually thinking, I pulled the front door open and trudged outside. I let out a scream of frustration so loud that I didn’t even hear the front door being opened behind me. 

Suddenly, a hand rested on my shoulder and I, immediately, jumped. Quickly turning around, my heartbeat slowed once I realized I wasn’t being attacked and it was just Stiles. 

He had this look on his face of I knew this would happen and I just wanted him to get the hell away from me.

“Don’t!” I shouted, anger lacing my voice, when he opened his mouth to speak. “Don’t you dare say ‘I told you so’." 

“Actually, I was just gonna ask you if you wanted a ride home.” Stiles stated, his voice kind and soft. 

“Oh.” I wiped away the tears that were rolling down my cheek and sighed. “I would, thanks." 

“Don’t mention it.” He waved his hand at me. “Come on." 

I nodded as he rested his hand on the small of my back and lead us to his blue jeep. I closed my eyes once inside and leaned my head against the window. A feeling of defeat came over me as I thought about my, yet another, failed relationship. 

The ride to my house was peaceful and comfortable. The radio played soft music and Stiles talked all the way through. Constantly making stupid jokes and witty sarcastic remarks to make me laugh. The strange part is that they actually worked. 

“And here we are.” Stiles stated with a playful voice once we pulled into my house’s driveway. “Need anything else before I go, m'lady?" 

“Actually, yes.” I nodded, taking him up on his offer. “Can you stay over? My parents are gone for the weekend and I really don’t want to spend the night alone with my own thoughts." 

A soft smile spread across his face, Stiles’ eyes filled with care. A feeling of warmth and comfort washed over my body. If there’s someone who always manages to make me feel safe, that person is, without a doubt, Stiles Stilinski.

"Of course.” Stiles nodded and turned the ignition off.

We both got out of Roscoe and entered my house. Stiles immediately layed down on the couch, already making himself feel at home, and I went upstairs to grab blankets and pillows for him to sleep comfortably. 

It didn’t take me long to get what I needed and walk back downstairs to hand them to Stiles. 

“Thanks.“ He smiled, putting the blankets and pillows down on the couch he would be crashing on. 

“No problem.” I smiled back. “Do you need any pajamas to sleep in? I could go get something from my dad’s clothes." 

“Nah, that won’t be necessary.” Stiles waved me off, resting his head against the sofa. 

“Well, what are you going to sleep in?“ I furrowed my eyebrows at him and Stiles laughed, turning to look at me. 

“Emma, I’m a guy.” He chuckled, pointing to himself. “So, you know, my boxers." 

“Oh, right.” I laughed, a small blush creeping up on my cheeks. “I forgot how easy things are for your kind." 

“It’s a blessing, really.” Stiles shrugged. But then, suddenly, sat up with a look of surprise stretched across his face. 

Before I could even ask what was wrong, Stiles’ hands flew to his jean’s pocket and pulled out a buzzing phone. 

“Hey, dad.“ He answered the phone, his voice nervous and I laughed. "Yeah, no. I’m sorry, I forgot to mention there was a party-" 

Stiles abruptly stopped speaking and I can only assume his dad had interrupted him. He rolled his eyes in annoyance as the Sheriff clearly lectured his only son.

I chuckled a bit, standing up from the couch and Stiles’ eyes followed me. 

"I’m gonna go change.” I explained, pointing to the staircase behind me. 

“I know you hate it when I do that, dad…” Stiles sighed into the phone, but not without giving me a thumbs up, first. 

With a smile on my lips, I ran up into my room and put on comfortable clothes to relax in. My pajamas consisted of a blue tank-top and striped shorts. I didn’t go back downstairs before managing to quickly brush my teeth. 

“So, did you tell your dad you’re sleeping over?“ I asked Stiles with a grin on my face once I sat back down on the sofa. 

“Yeah, he’s not too thrilled about it, but whatever.” Stiles shrugged, putting his phone on the coffee table before him. “I’m here for you." 

“Thanks.” I smiled weakly and he faced me, his eyebrows raising up. 

“Speaking of which, are you okay?“ Stiles question was sincere and filled with concern. 

“Yeah, I guess so.” I sighed, leaning into the cushions. “We haven’t been dating that long, anyway. It wasn’t like we were in love or anything. Trevor and I were still getting to know each other, really. I don’t know, it just hurts that he would so easily humiliate me like that. That every boyfriend I’ve ever had only ever thought about themselves." 

Stiles looked at me as if he were trying really hard to understand what I was saying and I let out another sigh. 

“Look, every relationship I’ve ever been in ended badly. Maybe, I should just stop trying, you know? Maybe I should just have one night stands and never worry about being someone’s girlfriend ever again." 

“Hey, at least you have relationships.” Stiles intervened, letting out a breath of defeat himself. “I’ve been trying to be with Lydia since forever and it’s only ever lead to nothing.”  

“Okay, but you dated Malia.“ I pointed out and Stiles scoffed. 

“Malia was a mistake.” He shook his head. “I mean, don’t get me wrong she’s amazing, but we were never a real couple. I guess I just dated her because I pitied her, really.”

“We’re both such failures in the romance department.” I chuckled and Stiles chuckled along with me. “God, I am so done with romance." 

“Oh, you can’t be serious?” He smirked. 

“No, but I am.“ I disagreed and, then, turned my entire body to face Stiles. "You know what I really want?" 

Stiles shook his head and grinned. "What do you really want?" 

“To have someone that I can just have sex with.” I confessed and Stiles laughed. “I’m serious! I wish that that existed. You know, someone you meet with regularly just to satisfy your needs. No feelings and no complications, just pure sex." 

“It does exist.” Stiles stated. “They call it friends with benefits." 

“God, I want that.” I sighed, closing my eyes and returning to my resting position on the couch. 

“Yeah, me too.“ Stiles confessed and my eyes snapped open. 

“What?” I laughed. “What about Lydia?" 

“What about Lydia?” He shrugged and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “Yes, I’m in love with Lydia, but I also have needs, you know?" 

"Oh, my God.” I scoffed, staring at him in awe. “You’re such a guy." 

“You know what? I am going to take that as a compliment.” Stiles spoke, his expression clearly smug. 

I watched as his tongue darted out of his mouth and wet his bottom lip, a feeling of desire, suddenly, pulsing through me. That’s when a brilliant idea came to me and the lightbulb in my head went off. 

And apparently, I wasn’t the only one with this new thought inside my mind. Stiles’ eyes seethed want and excitement. The sexual tension in the room now beginning to feel palpable. 

“Stiles…“ I said his name slower than usual as my eyes went back up to his. "Are you thinking what I’m thinking?" 

“Well, that depends.” Stiles grinned, his eyes piercing into mine. “Are you thinking about chicken nuggets?" 

"Stilinski, I know for a fact you’re not thinking about chicken nuggets, right now.” I stated, biting down on my bottom lip and I could see his eyes quickly flicker to my mouth then back up. 

“Okay.“ He smirked, leaning in closer to me. "Then, what am I thinking about?”

My eyes narrowed at him, a wave of lust crashing down on my body. 

“Well, I can only assume you’re thinking the same as I am.” I inched closer, the space between our faces slimming considerably. “And I just so happen to be thinking about taking off my clothes… for your amusement." 

“My amusement?” I could sense the cocky smile in his words even though our eyes shared an intense and tension-filled stare. 

I slowly nodded and reached behind my back to unhook my laced bra. Stiles’ eyes never left mine as I gently pushed the straps down my arms. 

“Because I know that what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours is filled with the smuttiest ideas that even porn can’t come up with.“ I took my bra out from under my shirt and threw it on his lap. "And I want you to know that I can help you persue them." 

Stiles’ eyes quickly broke our gaze and they shifted to the intimate garment on his thighs. With a small and almost inaudable moan escaping his lips, Stiles’ gaze rested on my erect nipples just underneath the thin layer of cotton.

"Stiles.” I called his name and his eyes reluctantly snapped up to mine. “Do you want to do this? To become friends with benefits?" 

“God, yes.” He groaned, his strong demeanor faltering.

A bolt of desire rushed through my body and rested down in my core. A smirk permanently etching on my lips.

“Then, take me.”

That’s all the encouragement Stiles needed to break the small space between us and push his urgent lips against mine. A moan fell from my mouth when his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me into him.

Stiles’ lips worked expertly on mine and it made me curious as to how perfectly his tongue must work as well. Sliding my tongue against his bottom lip, I asked Stiles for an entrance and he granted me one.

Our tongues danced together, both mouths knowing exactly how to pleasure the other and, honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever been with such a good kisser before.

“Wait.” He broke the kiss, his chest breathing heavily. “We’re too close of friends, this can’t possibly work.”

“What are you talking about?” I furrowed my eyebrows, also out of breath. “That’s what makes this so perfect. You and I have no romantic interests in each other. We’re just here for the sex.”

“Okay, but what if one of us ends up wanting more than just sex?”

“That’s not gonna happen.” I shook my head and stretched my arms behind his neck. “You’re infatuated with Lydia and I never want a relationship again." 

“What if one of us falls for the other?” Stiles spoke with his voice full of concern.

“Stiles, you’re thinking too much.“ I smiled and pressed my lips against his neck.

"That’s not gonna happen and if by some off chance that it does, we shut this down immediately.”

“Emma-“

"Stiles, relax.” I spoke in between kisses. My tongue darting out to softly suck on his pulse point and Stiles moaned. “How about this? We do this tonight and, by the time we’re done, if you still feel this way about it, we never do it again. Do you think that’ll be okay with you?”

I looked up to see Stiles with his eyes closed as he lets me work my magic on his neck. He slowly opens his eyes once I stop and stares at me.

“Yes.” Stiles nods, his grip around my waist tightening. “That sounds like a good plan.”

“Wonderful.” I smiled, urgently kissing him again.

Stiles’ hands lowered down to my ass and he squeezed it, a shameless moan being released from me. I let us enjoy this moment of devouring each others’ lips before deatching myself from his arms and standing up.

His eyes never left me, even though he was very confused, and I couldn’t help but gaze at his very swollen and plump pink lips. It makes me wonder about what his other swollen and pink body part must look like at this exact moment.

As I bite down on the bottom of my lip, I slowly pull up my shirt off my body. If we were in a cartoon right now, Stiles’ eyes would be out of their sockets with how wide they are.

I let him take in the sight in front of him before walking towards my staircase, never taking my eyes off of Stiles. Lifting my finger, I seductively called him towards me and he instantly jumped up.

The next thing I know, we’re both running up the stairs and into my room. Stiles’ mouth crashes back onto mine as soon as he closes the bedroom door.

My hands make their way through his silky hair, slightly pulling back and Stiles lets out a small whimper.

“That felt strangely good.” He laughed against my lips and smiling into the kiss, I pulled his hair again.

Something lit up inside of Stiles as he, suddenly, broke our kiss and urgently pushed me onto my bed. A laugh and an excited squeal escaped my chest the second I fall back onto the mattress.

Stiles hovers over me and my eyes flicker into his. The boy with beautiful freckles, currently, had large and dark pupils, full of burning lust.

It’s as if our lips had found this new addiction we just can’t shake off as we kiss continuously. My fingers slowly unbotton his plaid shirt and my hands go underneath the fabric, my panties getting wetter at the feeling of his smooth skin against my palm.

Breaking the kiss, I push Stiles’ shirt off his shoulders and my tongue grazes the bottom of my lip as I stare at his impressive chest.

Stiles has never been an athletic person, but he sure does have the body of one. His shoulders were broad, his arms surprisingly strong with muscles, and his stomach lean enough to show the start of future abs in the making. I guess playing lacrosse and running away from supernatural creatures all these years have really paid off.

With a smirk spread across my lips, I quickly pushed Stiles’ beside me and rolled over his body. He had a new sense of excitement spark in his eyes as I lowered my head, pressing my lips against his inviting skin.

My fingers played along with Stiles’ delicious happy trail and I could feel the goosebumps rapidly appearing on his skin. My tongue trailed down and stopped right before the immediate hair poking out of his kakis and I could see his chest rising up and down.

Stiles breathed heavily as I unlooped his belt out of his pants and threw them onto the floor. With anticipation aching inside of my body, I unbottoned his pants and slid them down his legs.

The fire burning in my core heated even more when my eyes came face to face with the bulge popping in his boxers. As soon as I finished pulling his pants off his legs and discarded of them, Stiles, unexpectedly, grabbed me. He pulled me up towards him and pushed me down onto the bed, him being back on top. 

“What are you doing?” I laughed at his suddeness and Stiles smiled cockily at me.

“I want to taste you.” He confessed, slowly sliding my pajama shorts off my legs. “Right now.”

“Damn.” I moaned, the smile on my face disappearing and being replaced with my teeth biting down on my lips.

Once the shorts were finally on the floor, Stiles hovered down to the bottom half of my body and my core ached in anticipation.

“Holy shit.” Stiles moaned, my breath hitching in my lungs as he swipes a finger over the thin layer of cotton covering me. “You are so fucking wet.”

All I could do was whimper, my body craving his most intimate touch. Stiles did the unexpected when he ripped apart my panties and I gasped.

Before I could even complain, his tongue swiped along my folds and an embarrassing sound came out of my chest in response.

My body seethed with lust as he stretched my legs apart and settled his head between them. Fuck, that’s hot.

I couldn’t contain my filthy moans when he slowly rolled his tongue over my clitoris, my fingers resting on the back of his head. Stiles drew figure eights with his tongue and I pulled against his hair, both of us now whimpering and moaning.

“Fuck, Stiles.“ I managed to call out in between pleasure-filled groans. "More.”

He didn’t need to be told twice as Stiles spread my legs apart even more and added his fingers to the mix.

Stiles licked harder at my clit and pressed a finger into my core, causing one hand of mine to let go of his hair and harshly cling onto the bedsheet.

Before I could even ask, Stiles added another finger. My body was already drowing in pleasure, but I really lost it when he curled his fingers inside of me.

“Fuck.” I grunted in lust, my heart beating faster than ever and my eyes flickering shut.

Stiles’ tongue and fingers did absolute magic and when my legs started shaking uncontrollably was when I knew I was close.

“Stiles, I’m almost there.” My voice sounded weak as the need to release flooded me.

With his free hand, Stiles gripped onto my thigh and worked harder. His fingers pumped faster along with his tongue.

The second Stiles gently bit down on my clitoris was when my orgasm had reached its much needed peak. All I remember was my back arching, my legs shaking, and my toes curling as the orgasm washed over me.

The pleasure made its way through my veins and I could feel it dance on every inch of my skin.

Stiles kept going to increase my high and only stopped when I had to literally pull him away from my body.

My chest rose and fell constantly with my heavy breaths, a grin planted on his face as he hovered back over me.

“Do you have any idea how fucking delicious you taste?“ Stiles smirked, his face inches from mine. His finger wiped some of my juices off my thigh and made its way past his swollen lips and into his mouth.

All I could do was shake my head, my panting too heavy.

With a cocky grin permanently etched onto his lips, he repeated his actions. But, this time his finger slowly entered my mouth.

Never breaking our eye contact, I sucked on his finger. My tongue grazed his wet skin and I could feel Stiles’ cock twitch against my thigh. A moan fell from my lips when I tasted myself. He was actually right, I really do have a pretty impressive taste.

"You are so fucking hot.” Stiles audibly moaned before pulling his finger out of my warm mouth and crashing his lips against mine.

I could faintly taste myself in his kiss and my hands flew to the hem of his boxers in response.

“This needs to go.” I breathed against his lips and Stiles nodded in agreement.

He broke away from me to take off his underwear and I swear I had to actually control myself from drooling at the sight of his penis.

“Well, fuck.” I groaned, my eyes unable to look away.

“Do you like what you see?“ Stiles chuckled, tossing his boxers on the floor.

"Oh, I love what I see.” I confessed, reaching my hand for his very pink and very swollen tip. “Damn.“

Stiles let out a hitched breath when my index finger came into contact with his head, wiping the precum from his skin. His wide and gleaming eyes never left mine as I put my finger with his precum into my mouth.

“Mhm.” I moaned appreciatively at the salty taste, my warm tongue running over my finger.

“Holy fuck.” Stiles grunted, wasting no time in placing himself between my legs and hitching them behind his waist. “Where do you keep your condoms?”

“Nightstand.“ I stated, ready for this to take its next step.

Stiles’ arm reached over to my nightstand and he opened the drawer. My lips planted wet kisses against his neck as he grabbed a condom from its box.

I began sucking on his pulse point, Stiles letting out a small moan before impatiently ripping the package with his teeth. My tongue grazed his delicious skin and Stiles put the protection on his member.

His hands carefully pulled my face away from his neck and laid me down on my pillow. Stiles’ lips fell back onto my own and he let go of my head. His left hand wrapped around my thigh as his other hand got a hold of his cock, positioning himself against my entrance.

“Ready?” Stiles asked before going any further. I nodded with a smirk, my tongue wetting the bottom of my lip.

He kissed me again before slowly pushing himself into me. We both let out animalistic moans against each others’ mouths at the feeling of our bodies deliciously joining.

His cock stretched my walls and my nails dug into his shoulder, a pained grunt escaping from Stiles. I quickly pulled my nails away from his skin.

“Sorry.” I apologized as he stopped once he was fully in, now waiting for me to adjust to his size.

“Don’t be.” Stiles lazily smiled, his eyes narrowing with a smirk. “I actually liked it.”

A chuckled erupted from my chest and Stiles laughed along with me. My nails once again digging into his back and he whimpered in satisfaction.

Stiles patiently waited for my body to be ready and distracted himself in the time being. He leaned in and began kissing my collarbone, swiping his tongue across.

“You can move now.” I suggested when my core began throbbing with need.

Without detaching his lips from my skin, Stiles slowly pulled out and, then, pushed back in. My heels dug into his ass as he thrusted in a slow, but amazing, pace.

Once he sensed I could go for more, Stiles picked up the speed and my body thanked him for it. 

I never imagined having sex with one of my closest friends, but boy was I sure glad it’s now happening.

Something about seeing a best friend in his most exposing and vulnerable moment is such a turn on. Having sex just for the sake of pleasure without any feelings attached is truly the dream… and I just might get to live it.

Stiles was now pounding into me at this point and the moans we were both releasing felt so dirty and I loved every second of it. His mouth found its way back on mine, but our kisses were too messy and actually lazy from how concentrated we were on the building pleasure in our groins.

With every thrust, my body was feeling increasingly good and nearing its peak. Who would’ve ever guessed that Stiles Stilinski was so impressively great at sex?

“Are you close?” A breathless Stiles asked against my lips.

“Yes.“ I nodded as I felt his pounding beginning to feel sloppy. "What about you?”

“Pretty much already there.” Stiles confessed and I smiled against his lips.

Poor thing’s trying to hold on as long as he can for my sake. I took one of hands from his back and made my way towards where our bodies were moving together.

“I got it.” Stiles stated between kisses and placed his middle finger on my clitoris before I could.

I moaned loudly in appreciation and Stiles grinned against my mouth. He wasted no time in rapidly working on my nub, getting me to my release faster.

With a scream falling from my lips, I was the first to cum. My orgasm crashing down on me hard. I could feel my walls clenching around Stiles and that’s when he lost it.

His face settling in my neck as my body muffled his own scream. Our bodies shook together, the intense pleasure taking over the both of us.

Stiles only stopped thrusting when we both couldn’t take anymore, our private parts too sensitive to handle movement.

“Fuck.” Stiles said completely out of breath, softly pulling out and falling on the bed beside me. “That was amazing.”

“I’ll say.“ I scoffed, wiping the accumulated sweat off my forehead. "Impressive work, Stilinski.”

I raised my hand into the air and Stiles laughed the second he noticed what I was requesting.

“You, too.“ His palm came into contact with mine for a much deserved high-five.

With a smile etched across my lips, I turned my head so that I could face him. Stiles was already looking at me with satisfied eyes.

"So, do you want this to be a regular thing?” I asked, smirking at his glowing smile.

“Well, I don’t see why not.“ Stiles shrugged.

"Attaboy, Stilinski.” I laughed and fistbumped his shoulder. “This is gonna be so much fucking fun.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.“

A DARKER SHADE OF MAGIC / A GATHERING OF SHADOWS by v. e. schwab sentence meme.

  • ❛  I’d rather die on an adventure than live standing still.  ❜
  • ❛  After all, you can kill people, but you cannot kill magic. Not truly.  ❜
  • ❛  Impossible. What a useless word, in a world with magic.  ❜
  • ❛  Everyone thinks I have a death wish, you know? But I don’t want to die – dying is easy. No, I want to live, but getting close to death is the only way to feel alive. And once you do, it makes you realize that everything you were actually doing before wasn’t actually living. It was just making do. Call me crazy, but I think we do the best living when the stakes are high.  ❜
  • ❛  You have two faces. One you wear for the world at large, and the one you wear for those you love.  ❜
  • ❛  Everyone’s immortal until they’re not.  ❜
  • ❛  It is as it is. It cannot be undone. So please, be grateful, and be done with it.  ❜
  • ❛  The thing about freedom? It doesn’t come naturally. Almost no one has it handed to them. I’m free because I fought for it.  ❜
  • ❛  I know you can do this. I know you can hear me. Stay with me. Listen to my voice.  ❜
  • ❛  Maybe you just got a taste of what it really means to be alive. You almost died. So now you know what it feels like to live. To fear for that life. To fight for it. And once you know, well, there’s no going back.  ❜
  • ❛  You made a mistake. Everybody makes them. Even me. I’ve made many. It’s only fair that you made one.  ❜
  • ❛  I did only what I had to do. If I could have given my life for yours, I would have.  ❜
  • ❛  A kiss for luck. Not that I need it.  ❜
  • ❛  I know. I know what and who you are. What will you do? Kill me?  ❜
  • ❛  Why am I the only one in this fucking world to be held accountable for my actions?  ❜
  • ❛  Aren’t you afraid of dying?  ❜
  • ❛  I’m sorry. For whatever happened to you. For whoever hurt you so deeply that you see things like friends and fondness as weapons instead of shields.  ❜
  • ❛  You know so little of war. Battles may be fought from the outside in, but wars are won from the inside out.  ❜
  • ❛  Between the two of us, we’ll tear the whole world down.  ❜
  • ❛  I am going to cut that smile off your face.  ❜
  • ❛  It hurts. More than dying ever did. There are days when I feel like I deserve this.  ❜
  • ❛  Death doesn’t scare me. Not nearly as much as the idea of wasting a perfectly good life in fear of it.  ❜
  • ❛ You’re always so eager to slash and stab, why couldn’t you have stabbed him.  ❜
  • ❛  Which is it, huh? You’re angry at me, or worried about me, or happy to see me? Because I can’t keep up.  ❜
  • ❛  Wouldn’t it be amazing, if we got away with it?  ❜

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As the holidays roll around and the year comes to a close, I’d like to announce that Madeline will be hosting a Holiday Party Event lasting from December 21 - January 9.During these days, you may ask another muse to go with you as your date, or you may go alone! 

Post pictures of your muse in their fanciest holiday attire, as the party is very grand and formal. 

In order to be invited, you must like or reblog this post. Reblogs help get the word around too, so two birds with one stone ;). Once you’ve done either, you’re free to participate! If you post pictures of your muse(s), tag it as “HetaHoliday 2k16″ so I’ll be able to find them! 

**By the way, this only applies to Hetalia ask blogs. Any other blog may join, but I plan on drawing a few things for the muses attending and I wouldn’t know what do to with any other blog.**

Thank you all so much for another great year and I hope you can participate!

Crazy In Love

Originally posted by jeonbase

This is the full version of my mini fic, lil favor!

5.2k words. College!au. Min Yoongi. ft Park Jimin. Fluff.

Maybe making a deal with Yoongi to fake date for a month and do whatever he tells you to in exchange─ isn’t your brightest idea.


“Just so you know, I don’t like you.” You defiantly state.

The corner of Yoongi’s lips lifts up into a half smirk, gaze slanting your way, teasingly questioning your declaration. He tugs your intertwined hands to his side, yanking you closer to him as well until there’s hardly any space between the two of you.

“Likewise.” He says ever so calmly, it pisses you off.

You’re about to open your mouth to let a snarky remark put his smug ass in place but he beats you to it.

“You ready?”

The question brings you back to the situation at hand. Let’s see, you’ve made a deal with the devil, namely Min Yoongi who’s always been a tough competition in everything, you get the highest score in a test and he gets the highest score in your best class. Technically, asking your long term rival to pretend to be your fake boyfriend to ─how do you put it─ one up your ex, Jimin, whose presence is always graced by a group of female students after the rumor of the breakup made its way through campus, isn’t the best idea. But if it’s anyone that won’t judge you for your insecurities when you see those gorgeous girls Jimin is always seen talking to, or rather flirting with, then it would be Yoongi.

“Absolutely not.” You breathe out, eyes widening as if everything’s finally crashing down on you and hitting your square in the face with a stone brick.

“Good.” He smiles playfully, almost making you forget your purpose.

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So my erstwhile friend of too-long-to-count Mr. Feel (aka @thefeelofavideogame ) doesn’t want to be known as a “RWBY Guy”, this makes sense, RWBY is a very frustrating goddamn show, in so many damn ways. I’m doing him a favor of listing a bunch of problems with RWBY that he can just reblog for his followers since he doesn’t wanna deal with that shit.

Now, SOME CONTEXT: I’ve watched all of RWBY Seasons Volumes 1-3, I’ve seen maybe like, two episodes of RWBY Season 4. I know it had been improving but recently took yet -another- nosedive, and have written massive, massive amounts of words on the subject of RWBY’s incompetence, so I’m probably going to regurgitate a lot of points here that I’ve already ranted about to my friends in private to keep the word count from being too apocalyptically long.

I’m also going to be directly comparing RWBY to what it -wants- to be: a shonen-style anime romp, instead of any sort of high literature, just in case people think I’m some pretentious ass and not, y'know, a total nerd myself.

This list is not comprehensive, but is probably a good list of major production/storytelling faults. I’d need to do a whole series on this to talk about all the things wrong with RWBY, but a few major points of discontent, in no particular order:

1. Terrible, Terrible Pacing

Pacing makes or breaks a show for a ton of people, and RWBY’s pacing, for a show, is ridiculously awful. I’m gonna be rolling a lot of my issues into this large point, because RWBY has a problem with both set-up AND follow-through on points it tries to present. It does a lot of things wrong with this, in that it tries to blow past a lot of setup just to get to ‘the good part’, which is the kind of mistake you say fanfiction writers and NaNoWriMo novels make. You have to establish things if you want people to get emotionally invested! You can’t just force these four people together into a team, say 'okay, they’re a team now’, and then not elaborate on how they actually feel about each other at any point! Does anyone know what Team RWBY thinks about each other? Not really, because you get a laundry list of traits, get them referenced once, and then they assume for you to fill in the blanks. It’s sloppy and lazy.

Sloppy and lazy describe a lot of the other plot points RWBY puts forward. The show continually tries to introduce a cool new thing without even beginning to resolve the thing they’d already attempted to put forward. This gets really frustrating in the way they put forward the climaxes of the various seasons, because do you want to know how many times the members of the MAIN TEAM are relevant in a given finale?

0. 0 times. Twice they get pre-empted by a Cool New Thing, and the third time is supposed to be the Time They Lose And Everything Goes Wrong, Oh No, except you don’t CARE because they’ve accomplished NOTHING! They’re a vehicle for action scenes, nothing more. It’s not even a problem of runtime, because the Volume 4 episodes are now the length of your usual anime episode! They just don’t know how to effectively use their time.

Part of the problem with this, is…

2. Massive, massive cast bloat

Mr. Feel didn’t get far enough in for this to matter, but RWBY has a -huge- issue with introducing new characters for the sake of having new characters. To wit You have basically two teams full of main characters, which is four characters apiece. The cast does eventually slim down, only to add about three more characters for each one they trim off the list. And, as of this writing the cast is all over the fictional world, splitting the focus indefinitely to a point where the narrative is impossible to follow. A bunch of characters are superfluous, such as Neptune, -possibly- Sun, and basically Everyone They Introduce during the Tournament Arc. It gets to the point where they introduce new characters and can’t develop the ones they already have, with some… notable exceptions. Nearly all the main characters are about as flat as cardboard when it comes to personality, with viewers expected to fill in the blanks, only to never get any reward for inferring these character traits, because, again, RoosterTeeth is terrible at follow-through on their series.

But I’ve been talking like the foundations aren’t rotten, when they are, due to the fact that-

3. They ignore the basic ideas around what makes shonen fighting good

Okay, so, an unrelated friend once made this metaphor about how Shonen Fights should work, and I’ve been using it ever since, it’s how I tackle so many fights, and why I tend to dislike a lot of the fighting around RWBY.

The best Shonen fights are like puzzles. What I mean by that is that, at any given point, you know what your heroes have access to, and how each part works, and the excitement comes from not only learning what tools the heroes’ opponents have at their disposal, but also figuring out how exactly the heroes’ tools will come into play. Now, you may be thinking “Shonen break the rules with sudden power-ups all the time”, and I posit that, no, they really don’t. So long as something is alluded to being in the Hero’s toolbox, they can use it, even if this means it’s, in narrative context, a 'new’ power. The most iconic example I can think of, of that rule playing out, is Goku going Super Saiyan on Namek. It’s alluded to a bunch of times that the only thing Freiza is scared shitless of is a Super Saiyan. Vegeta tells Goku he doesn’t stand a chance unless he’s a Super Saiyan. From that point on, the idea of 'becoming a Super Saiyan’ is a tool that’s added to Goku’s 'toolbox’, that he eventually uses against Freiza.

RWBY doesn’t play by these rules. Everyone has a boatload of powers at their disposal - Aura, Dust, Semblances, and trick weapons - but none of them feel really well explained or well-distinguished. Dust can be combined in a bunch of different ways! Okay, how? Why do crystals and powdered dust both exist? What causes Semblances to exist or not? How -exactly- does Aura even -work-? Not only that, but then they introduce new powers, like Ruby’s 'Silver Eyes’, and then refuse to elaborate on them, treating them as exercises for the viewer.

Not only that, but the fights just. Don’t feel 'dynamic’, there doesn’t ever feel like there’s a change or a moment where things shake up. To make a videogame-based example, a lot of bosses tend to have 'Phases’ in it. These phases are well-defined, because they involve changing the way the players and the boss have to move. RWBY doesn’t do that. All the interesting different stuff is just different 'strings’ of combos, like in fighting games, which feel downright uninspired when you have to many different ways you can approach fights. Nope, just a varied combo string.

But all that could probably be forgiven if they just…

4. STOP PANDERING FOR GOD’S SAKE

Look, I get it. Everyone hates pandering unless they’re the one being pandered to. That’s how it’s always been, that’s how it’s likely always going to be. But there’s a level of -advanced- pandering that goes on in RWBY that is absolutely cringe-worthy on every level.

There’s throwaway characters based off of company in-jokes, the 'combat’ technique names are named after fandom’s ship names, the inclusion of a character just so a prominent member of their staff could voice a character whose existence is downright superfluous. Making a character more important than they seemed because fan reaction was popular. It goes as far as like.

Okay. I would be perhaps be the last person to talk about queerbaiting, as a straight white dude, and given certain fandoms’ overuse of the term, it’s been relatively diluted recently, but RWBY’s actions of pandering can be straight up queerbaiting, because, as it turns out, people wanted a narrative focused on girl heroes, and what they got was every plot beat being soaked up by dudes as each of the main team is effectively damselled in their own way. And yet they still try to spin it as the 'girls’ story’. It’s honestly kind of disgusting, and a topic for another post, but the real thing that probably makes me the most mad is…

5. Nobody at Rooster Teeth knows what they’re doing with the show, and never have

Don’t get me wrong. Monty Oum is an inspiration to me as someone who primarily works in creative space, trying to make creative things. Monty Oum was a creative force that will be sorely missed in this world. But Monty made one singular, huge fuckup which has kneecapped RWBY even worse than the show could ever do to itself.

There’s no story bible.

For those of you who don’t understand what that is, it’s exactly what it says it is. If you don’t know what something does, you refer to the story bible. If you don’t understand what the plot’s beats are supposed to be, you refer to the story bible. Over, and over, and over. Having a singular document to refer to is vital in a whole bunch of different areas. Game Design Docs, Story Bibles, Production Diaries/Bibles, they’re all more or less the same concept over different areas.

From what we know of the behind the scenes, there was a lot of stuff Monty had in mind that he just. Didn’t tell -anyone- else working on the show. He couldn’t have known he would have died so young, but that’s exactly why bibles exist. They’re there as contingencies, you make them so that, in case you aren’t there to work on something that’s so completely -you-, people can follow what you had in mind. So many things got dropped, shifted, moved around with Monty’s death that the show spent all of Volume 3 trying to recuperate, while gradually trying to salvage the show, but it’s clear they didn’t know what to do with a lot of pieces, and are just hoping that people are forgetting about them.

This is, quite honestly, inexcusable even for a 'semi-professional’ work. You can’t keep ideas to yourself. You have to share them, workshop them, write them -down-. That’s the only way anyone’s ever going to know what you’re going with, and a lack of a story bible is as much at fault for why RWBY is so frustrating.

I wanted to like the show, I really, truly, honestly did, but it’s made me so mad at every turn that I can’t even enjoy when it -tries- to improve, because I know it’ll continue to disappoint.

Don’t watch RWBY.

Cause You're My Favorite Hue

All Parts: {x}

Part: 1/?

Pairing: Jamilton

Inspiration: this drawing and this song

Summary: Black and white was all anyone saw until they touched their soulmate. For some people, color quickly rushed into the world and for others, all they ever saw was black and white. Two businessmen, who absolutely hated each other, managed to bump into each other on their way up to their office. Little did either know that their world would erupt in a staccato of color.

Warning: Cussing, taunts

Word Count: 3,415

Dedication: @halpdevon because she was hype for this AU and @exadorlion for the inspiration

A/N: Okay, so y'all might need to buckle up bc this is gonna be a rather long series. I hope you guys like it!!


The world was black and white and that couldn’t be helped. Every waking day was viewed in various shades of grey, black, and white. And though it seemed rather boring, Alexander dealt with it. He had a loving wife, beautiful children, and a great job as a CFO for a world renowned publishing company. Things seemed great.

However, Alexander always wondered what the world would look like in color.

Don’t get him wrong, he loved his life, but just the thought of seeing the world as it really was would’ve been amazing.

Well, that was if the seemingly mythical stories about seeing in color were true.

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anonymous asked:

With how some ppl talk about yoi now it's like pandering to yaoi fangurlz no plot bleh animation like they all forget how it was an unknown show from a minor studio that all spread with word of mouth just bc ppl thought it was good in many ways??

I KNOW, RIGHT?? YOI’s success is something to celebrate. This is a super-duper ambitious project from a studio that is known for taking risks and has never had a real hit. This an original project, based on no pre-existing material (a big red flag risk right there), headed up by two women, including one who had been shopping around the idea for years to different studios. 

This is 100% a passion project, created by women who are in love with the subject matter (skating) and animation. The amount of work that went into this show is RIDICULOUS; every costume created by a professional skating costume designer, every program choreographed by Japan’s most well known FS choreographer, Kubo and Sayo spending their own money to travel around the world to research the sport. 

Then, to add to that, we have things like Kubo tweeting that she went into the series wanting to write a healthy relationship between two men because she was tired of heteronormativity, and it’s just… so irritating to see how people react to it. 

This isn’t yet-another-adaptation-of-a-super-popular-manga or yet-another-light-novel adaption. It’s not a cheap adaption of a poorly written shounen-ai series like Super Lovers or something either. There are other shows like this, but they almost always either fail, or they sell just ok. These kinds of shows are usually made with extreme love, but are doomed to the dustbin of ‘niche anime titles’. 

Not Yuri on Ice. It became popular because it is a damn good show, and somehow, word got out about that even in Japanese fandom, and fans discovered that in droves.  Other shows (even some good ones) with gay subtext (and even text) have gone under the radar and sold badly, so being like ‘omg yaoi fangirls’ is frankly nonsense.

When YOI started, the initial merchandise wave for it was EXTREMELY small. We’re talking a few keychains featuring the promotional art; stuff like that. In anticipation polls, it ranked low, even among women. No one expected this to even be a real hit, let alone a phenom like YOI has turned out to be. 

And now it’s an absolutely explosive seller, outselling all but one show from 2016 (which was a pre-established franchise) and far outselling every other sports anime before it. This happened because it was a good show that managed to catch fire, that’s all there is to it. 

Even if it’s not your favorite show of the year, if you’re an anime fan that enjoys original series that take risks, seeing ambitious projects greenlit, and yes, canon gay rep, then Yuri on Ice’s success is something you should be ecstatic about. Because it can only mean more of that. 

The Team: Essay Writing
  • Kaldur: Meticulously researches the topic, makes an outline, writes several drafts, asks Black Canary to proofread, turns it in two days before the deadline. His papers end up being the examples for next year's class
  • Artemis: All of her counter-arguments boil down to "fight me", goes out of her way to pick a controversial, rad-fem stance on topics like "What I did this summer"
  • Wally: Writes it all in 2 hours before the deadline, downs 500 espresso shots, hits "submit" and falls asleep on his keyboard immediately
  • Conner: Very short sentences. Clear ideas. Good explanations. States everything as a fact. Wouldn't know the passive voice if it hit him in the face
  • Dick: Uses arcane words just to see if the teacher will call him on it. See: "the novel's plot is druxy, and I oppugn anyone who asserts that its subtexts...", etc. When you put together the beginning letters of each paragraph they spell out "feel my aster" or "u mad bro". Uses comic sans unless told otherwise
  • M'gann: Gets super-excited about every topic, does waaaay too much research. Is always about 3 pages over the page limit, goes off on tangents about cool facts she picked up on. Once included a paragraph about cool dog breeds in an essay on the causes of the American Civil War

In case you are wondering about whether you should watch A Series of Unfortunate Events on Netflix (because say, you are a fan of the books and you don’t want to get burned the way you did with the movie), I have only watched the first two episodes and can assure that this is quality shit:

  • It starts out with a dedication to Beatrice
  • Lemony Snicket is a character, narrating onscreen, which is good because a) in hindsight, how was that movie franchise planning on doing that when it became important? it’s much better to do it from the beginning and b) it means some of the best literary devices can be easily reproduced
  • There is a good amount of subtle references to future events and certain initials
  • They really doubled down on the whole mixed-up time period thing to hilarious effect, including a self-referential Netflix joke that I had to pause after because I was laughing so hard
  • Same with every single time Count Olaf says “theatre” or “actor” NPH is a great Count Olaf
  • He has a musical number and it is awful in the best way
  • The Beaudelaires are perfectly cast and also the perfect mixture of charmingly tragic and cleverly witty
  • Especially Sunny she is a GIFT
  • There is stuff that isn’t in the books, not in a “deviating from the plot” sense but in an “adding vital information about what was going on elsewhere that I am VERY FREAKING DANG EXCITED ABOUT” sense

In conclusion this is exactly what you would expect given that Daniel Handler played a major role in it, it’s everything I wanted it to be, please watch.

she’s there (breathing and shining)

A short fic about Killian first coming home to Emma waiting in their bed, simply because I cannot get it out of my head. Rated G. 800 words.

For @starlessness who listened to me melt over these two.

Emma can sense him as he walks up to the house, as if somehow the sauntering of his footsteps matched the beats of her heart. It feels like a flooding of warmth in her chest, the way he enters the vicinity with her as his main destination. From her side of the bed, Emma cannot help but smile in relief, knowing that her love has made it home to her safe and sound. 

Her eyes fall shut, letting her other senses observe him as he makes his way to her. She first hears the front door open and close, the subsequent soft sounds of keys clattering on the front table and bootless feet padding up the stairs. The silence in the house makes it easy for her to hear him sigh, a soft sound that tells her he’s exhausted. 

The door to their bedroom opens and Emma smiles. She had shown him earlier in the day where their bedroom is, promising that if business with the Jolly took too long, she’d wait up for him. Truthfully, she did originally have intentions to make this a night they both would never forget, but the man staring at her in the doorway is two steps away from collapsing into a puddle of sleeping pirate. 

As tired as he looks, he still takes a moment to admire her from where he stands. After all, he would never want to forget this first, especially not with Emma Swan looking so beautiful in the moonlight as it bathes her from the window. 

“Someone’s sleepy,” she comments quietly. 

“Didn’t think that would take so long.” Exhaustion has grabbed hold of his accent, tugging on his articulation so that all his words slur together. “Sorry, love. I know you wanted a romantic evening.” 

Emma moves herself to sit at the foot of the bed, beckoning him to come over. He walks in slow steps, but soon finds himself in front of her. Her arms slide around his waist, head laying flat against his stomach. She feels the warmth of his returned embrace the second his arms are around her, his lips pressing a kiss to the top of her head. 

“We have the rest of our lives for romantic evenings. Go shower and come to bed.”

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