i liked that they're both okay with the fact that they might not be meant to be

One of the most common things I read about in this fandom is how you shouldn’t put Sansa and Dany against each other because they’re going to be such great friends, just wait and see!! The two queens of Westeros!!! They’re so alike!!!

And I’m sorry, but no.

On the surface both of the characters are very similar. In fact, if I said “she’s been forced into marriage, raped, beaten, and lost almost every single important person to her but came out stronger at the end” you wouldn’t know who I was talking about, because that description does apply to both characters.

Both Sansa and Dany have been forced into marriage(s) against their will; they’ve both been raped by their husbands as well as put into situations where the threat of being raped was very present; they’ve both been beaten and tormented and emotionally manipulated. They’ve both lost so many important friends and family members; experienced more loss than anyone should ever go through.

But what makes them different, why they would never get along; why they would never co-rule or be friends, is how they changed as a result of those experiences and their motivations for continuing on.

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evie-a  asked:

How do you properly deal with everyday racism in novels that aren't about racism but are set in modern day? Specifically racism against black people. E.g. Police brutality, stereotypes ("Are you part of the cleaning staff?" "Are you the first one in your family to go to college?" "Is your dad still around?"), name-associations ("Your name is *stereotypical AfricanAmerican name* they're not going to hire you").

Incorporating Micro-Aggressions in Writing

Since you’ve asked about racism geared specifically towards Black people take a look at the post Common Micro-aggressions: African Americans and/or Black People.

As for including micro-aggressions into a story, here are some pointers:

Mind Intersectionality: Many things factor in and how and what racism a PoC might face such as being a Black man vs. a woman due to associated stereotypes, being fat, trans, gay, dark-skinned vs. light-skinned and so on. 

For example: a middle to upper-class Black person who dresses, speaks, and acts in a way that conforms to society ideals of upstanding will likely be slapped with respectability politics more regularly (she’s not like those other Black girls/ I’m Blacker than you/you’re an oreo/) versus one who doesn’t.

They might be more often be viewed as ghetto and trashy, have AAVE spoken back to them mockingly, their speech corrected, overall treated more poorly, but note: respectability doesn’t save even the most “socially-acceptable” Black people, especially the moment one acts in a way they don’t like (e.g. passion or any raise of the emotion = angry, sassy, a violent threat).

Anti-Blackness is a Thing: Prejudice doesn’t just come from White people, but from People of Color too, especially towards Black people (there’s a version of the n-word through multiple cultures). Solidarity among PoC is not a given. I’ve faced store-following, stereotyping, and lack of understanding of my struggles from Non-white people too. I don’t encourage placing much of this in your story, but it feels like omission to leave out this fact. Although I’d actually like to see more POC solidarity and relationships in stories.

Don’t overdo it. If the character’s arc is not meant to be about racism, then don’t make it about racism. Facing micro aggressions is a part of their life, but not the subplot of their story. I don’t have a magical number of how many you should include (though 1-4 is plenty), however every situation they stumble in shouldn’t include a racist encounter.

They Can Come from Anyone: You really never know where you’re going to get hit with racism and from whom. I’ve encountered extremely kind old white men and extremely racist purse-clutching middle-aged white woman (and the exact reverse!). Realistically, one can’t necessarily know who will be/say racist things. Location is a factor too, such as being in a place where people aren’t use to PoC being around (which often onsets staring and suspicion, though it can happen anywhere).

Consider other daily struggles: I once read a story where a Black woman, being held against her will, was given provisions and being forced to ‘be comfortable’ and make any requests she wished, to which she noted how the provided shampoos wouldn’t work for her hair and requested the right products.

If micro-aggressions are being included for realism’s sake, note that blatant micro-aggressions are not the only way to go when including indicators for that ‘authentic’ touch. Sometimes it’s a matter of not being able to find your foundation color at a store or, alternatively, being surprised when you do (stores seem to be getting better at this these days).

Writing Reactions to Micro-Aggressions

Reactions to micro-aggressions vary. Consider a character’s situation and/or personality on what you feel their reaction might be to racism. Sometimes it’s not possible to act on the way one feels inside, such as in a work, formal situation, or given power dynamics.

Here are some starters:

  • Condemning silence, frown or look
  • Closed-off behavior (Crossing arms, looking away)
  • Visual discomfort (Uncomfortable laughter, shifting stance)
  • Questioning self (Did that just happen? Did he really just call me that?)
  • Brushing it off. “Whatever.” “This happens all the time.” “Let’s just go.”
  • Forced friendliness (Like smiling, but gritting your teeth at the ignorance)
  • Snarky refute of comment (You call me chocolate? I’ll call you mayo.)
  • Telling off or calling out the behavior (“That was rude.” “Why would you say that?”)
  • Verge of tears or having some fall (whether in frustration, sadness or both. More likely if they’re not used to this treatment, but everyone is different. I teared up the first time a white woman clutched her purse when I walked by. Now I roll my eyes to outer space.)

NOTE: No matter what reaction an affected character has, you, the author, should not dismiss this behavior and therefore ‘okay’ it to the audience. Showing it is wrong in some way or another (using another character, refuting the prejudice thought later) is ideal.

I hope this was helpful to you and happy writing,

~Mod Colette

anonymous asked:

Hey Claire, I'm worried, are Kabby even going to be in the finale? Like it would be weird if they're not, but don't Paige and Ian still have one more episode each that they're not meant to be in? And Bob is listed above Paige on the 'also starring' list and last time that happened she wasn't in it, so just... I don't know? Just wanted to know your thoughts cos you're so reasonable and amazing and I think I'm lowkey in love with you. Thanks.

okay well I’m blushing from that last part so give me a second to recover, but tbh I 100% think that Kabby will be in the finale.  I think we’re going to be bouncing back and forth between a story that’s probably mostly about the island/space plot but also checking in with how everyone in the bunker is coping.  And we have some open Kabby-related plot threads to close off. For one thing, they re-introduced Abby’s illness (FUCKING FINALLY, I WAS LITERALLY CONVINCED THEY FORGOT?????) with the two major plot points of 1) Raven has a cure now and is urgently focused on making sure she can cure Abby too, and 1) Kane didn’t know.  And he kind of STILL doesn’t, since they didn’t get to talk about it.  We also know Jackson and Miller both made it into the bunker, and they were there for the lab meltdown so they also remember Abby is sick.  I’m going to guess that part of what happens in the finale involves Raven trying to get the rocket to space AND somehow talk Jackson/Abby over the radio through the process of doing the whole tank thing, since now Raven isn’t coming home.  A fun angsty twist to this would be if Kane is watching and something goes wrong for a second and it takes a little too long for her heart to restart and OH NO IS HE WATCHING THE WOMAN HE LOVES DIE and then she wakes up in his arms.  Or, possibly, in a worst-case scenario, she gets cliffhangered, and they don’t revive her until 501 (which would be  EVIL).  But I don’t think she’s gonna die so PLEASE DON’T FREAK OUT.  Anyway, I think the fact that they dropped the “Abby is sick” plot thread for seriously like five episodes and suddenly JUST NOW worked it in there means it’s going to come up again.

There’s also the fact that Abby insisted Kane send her outside with the others to die (because she’s dealing with a whole messy heap of mortality fears, guilt over the thing she’s done, survivor’s guilt about being on the list, worry about Clarke, etc.) and he didn’t do what she wanted.  I think that “forgive me” is a sign that maybe we’ve got some juicy finale angst to come between the two of them where maybe he (or Jackson) (or, in a perfect world, Clarke via radio) have to talk her into doing Raven’s treatment and remind her how valuable her life is and how much her people need her.  But when she first wakes up she might be really angry at Kane and we might get a whole “I TOLD YOU TO LET ME DIE!” “I CAN’T DO THAT, ABBY! I LOVE YOU!” moment straight out of our fanfic dreams.  I also think we’ve been getting a lot of “when faced with death, choose life” moments with some of the women characters (Raven, Harper, Octavia) and I think we might get Abby having a seizure or something, panicking, realizing that she really does want to live, and making Raven tell her how to do the treatment.

Also, the Culling parallels here were very very stark, running in both directions; Kane looking over the unconscious bodies as a mirror to Abby looking at the people who died in Section 17, but also the moment of “I don’t know who I am anymore” - Abby talking to Kane in the office as paralleled with post-Culling Kane at the Eden Tree, thinking the same thoughts.  And in that moment we got Vera comforting him and telling him he needed to learn to forgive himself.  I think it would be really beautiful if Abby hits her breaking point and she starts to unravel and it’s Kane who helps her learn to forgive herself.

Anyway, I think we’re probably not going to get as MUCH Kabby as we’d like, since the A-story is probably going to be the island, but they’ve never not played a key role in a finale.

anonymous asked:

“I love it when you wear tight clothes.” for Quinn, cuz y'know ...

Okay, I realize this ask was specifically about Quinn’s pencheant for distractingly tight EVERYTHING, but I decided to flip it a little, if that’s okay. 

“My lord, you really must consider wearing a heavier armor into full combat.”

He slathered a layer of kolto over the most recent blaster burn on Mara’s bare midriff - it crossed a half-healed hit taken two days ago. She barely seemed to feel them, but Quinn was certain each blaster burn took at least a year off his life.

“Why would I do that when I have the most talented field medic in the Empire at my side?”

“You flatter me, my lord, but that has little bearing on the facts of the matter,” he insisted.

He made a very conscious decision NOT to focus on how her core muscles flexed under his hands as she chuckled.

“Don’t tell me you’ve grown weary of this role, Captain.” Her voice was teasing and musical.

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PruCan Week

Day One:

This is going to be similar to last year in that I am stringing the days together to make a longer love story that takes place over several years.  You have Em to thank for that.  And also for the tattoos.

So I suppose that these are dedicated to her.


“I want a tattoo.”

Gilbert rolled over onto his stomach and stared at Matthew.

“You’re fourteen.”

“So?”  Matthew frowned.  He was drowning in his oversized sweater and there was a pimple on his chin where it jutted out in defiance.  He looked too young to know what he wanted.

“Well, I mean, how do you know what you want?”

“I don’t know what I want yet.  I just want a tattoo.  My cousin has one on his wrist.”

Gilbert hummed and studied the posters on his wall.  The two of them had tacked them up last summer and the words ‘I WANT TO BELIEVE’ were crooked because neither of them could agree on whether it was straight or not.  

“Your cousin is an idiot.”

“You’re the one who kissed him.”

Gilbert jolted upright.

“Yeah, when we were nine years old!”

Matthew chuckled and rubbed his nose on the sleeve of his sweater.

“Francis said you asked to kiss him.  He said you wanted to practice.  He said you’re a terrible kisser!”

“Francis is a dirty liar,” Gilbert growled.  “And he wet the bed until he was seven!”

Matthew burst into shocked giggles.

“He did not!”  He sounded so scandalized that Gilbert forgot what they had been talking about and beckoned Matthew closer.  He cupped his hand against his mouth and leaned in.  Matthew twisted towards him.

“Do you know what else Francis did until he was seven…?”

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anonymous asked:

Could you possibly give me some prompts for a fight between character A and character B when character A feels that character B is jealous of the amount of attention they're receiving when it comes to their career? If it is too specific, I understand! I am struggling with making it sound like an emotional fight rather than just a small childish one. Thank you!

Trust me, nothing’s ever “too specific” for me.

I took a whack at some dialogue pieces real quick for you, hopefully something starts a real spirited fight. I also wasn’t sure if they were meant to be friends/lovers or just workmates or whatever, or whether the attention was fame or just workplace attention, so I made some more personal than others but you can adapt what you need.

B:“Sure, you could ask me which one to buy. Or you could just ask one of your eighty billion twitter followers.”

A:“What’s that supposed to mean? There aren’t even eighty billion people in the world.”

B:“Hi Character C! This is my friend, Character A. They shoot lasers out their eyes and fly around saving the city.”

A:“What? No I don’t.”

B:“Really? Well I thought you did, considering how *boss figure* treats you like you do.”

A:“Listen, do you have a problem with me? Because if we do, I really feel like that is something we should talk about.”

B:“I don’t.”

A:“Really? Because you’ve been making passive aggressive remarks about me for a week now, so I kind of feel like you do.”

A: “Look, if you have something to say to me, then just say it, instead of being all passive aggressive or pretending everything’s okay between us when it clearly isn’t. I know that I’ve been getting a little bit of spotlight lately, but you know what? You can’t make me feel bad about that. I don’t feel bad about being recognized for what I do, because what I do is a lot of work. I earned this.”

A: “What, are you saying you’re… jealous? For real? I can’t believe we’re actually having this conversation. This is so high school.”

B: “This probably isn’t even a big deal to you, isn’t it? I mean, what does it matter to you if we stop talking? You can just replace me with one of all these new friends you’re making. I’ve always… I’ve always been a little afraid of that, now that we’re being honest. You have so many friends. People like you. And I know it’s not your fault or anything, you’re just a likable person. But I’m not like that. No one has ever picked me first, for anything. I don’t make friends as easily as you do. And no matter how much you tell me I mean something to you, I’m always going to feel replaceable when it comes to you.”

B: “Why do you always get everything? Honestly, do you even realize how much you benefit? Other people would kill to get half the love and praise you do. I know I would.”

A: “Seriously, is that what you think of me? That everything just arrives on a silver platter? Because that’s not the way it is. Believe me, I’m grateful for everything that anyone’s ever helped me out with. But I did not build my life on hand outs. I worked. I worked hard for this. There were late nights and sacrifices and things I still regret, there were days where I wanted to give up, but I did this. And you can be mad and belittle me all you want, but it’s not going to change the fact that I am where I am because maybe, just maybe, I deserve to be here.”

B: “Eleven days.”

A: “What?”

B: “Eleven days. That’s how long it’s been since you’ve even texted me. Let alone called. Or visited.”

A: “I’m sorry. I’ve been busy. I thought you’d understand.”

B: “Weirdly enough, no, I don’t understand. It’s a popular guy thing I guess.”

A: “Where is all this coming from?”

I hope some of those help spark something! Remember to try and understand what your characters are feeling, on both sides, no matter which one you might personally agree with. Have a great fight!



The hall that Levi finds himself in can best be described as opulent. He’s never had a reason to use such a word before in his life, but this place is obviously not part of the urban jungle he’s familiar with, which is odd because he’d definitely been in the city fifteen minutes ago. Although Levi is confident that he knows the streets and alleyways of Mitras like the back of his hand, somehow he had taken a turn that felt wrong, not in direction but in atmosphere. Since it had been hard to believe that he could get lost so suddenly, he had pressed forward instead of going back, but that feeling of being out of place had not left him.

By the time he had come to a path that ended in a garden, turning around to find that the brick walls he’d been trapped by had been replaced by the entrance to a hedge maze, the feeling had solidified into a fear that he didn’t want to acknowledge.

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Come Morning Light

@pinesinthewoods, I​ was summoned by your mighty need for fluff & hurt/comfort and inspired by your post, so please take this indulgent, post-NWHS fic featuring the Power of Pig Cuddling.  

Hope it helps! :D

Mabel lay in bed, staring at the ceiling for what seemed like hours, before saying to heck with it, threw off her covers, and trudged downstairs – softly, so as not to disturb Dipper.

“Waddles?” she whispered at the bottom of the steps, wondering where on earth her pig could be. She checked the kitchen – which would have been the most obvious place for him to be – where she heard the faint buzz of the television set.

When she went to investigate, she found Stan dozing in his chair. Fitfully, if she was any judge, based on how his eyes twitched beneath the lids and his mouth moved mute around words only his dream self was speaking. And who was curled up next to him, head flopped onto her grunkle's thigh and snuffling contentedly, but Waddles!

She slapped a hand over her mouth to cover a squeal of delight. The scene was too adorable for words. Oh, it was too good of a chance to pass up! Mabel had to capture it with a photo (and then make copies, one for Wendy and Soos each, perhaps turn it into a Mystery Shack Christmas card!).

Luckily, her camera had escaped the earth-rattling anomalies unscathed. Humming with glee, Mabel took another minute to appreciate the pair with her own two eyes before snapping a picture.

Stan’s eyes burst open at the flash, shooting upwards and scaring Waddles out of his doze. “Don’t shoot!” he croaked, strangled with sleep and urgency.

Mabel jumped, almost dropping her camera. Waddles trotted over to her, sensing the distress, and licked her hand. Stan’s recovery was slower, as he blinked back to awareness. She waited with patience, silent as Stan caught his breath.

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anonymous asked:

LadyNoir promt: Marinette gets over Adrien and gives Chat Noir a chance. They're in a happy relationship and after a few months they decide to reveal their identities.

notes: this was where i was originally going with À Coeur Ouvert haha good thing i changed my mind. longer than a drabble, but yeah.

prompt:  Marinette gets over Adrien and gives Chat Noir a chance. They’re in a happy relationship and after a few months they decide to reveal their identities.

summary: Even if she’d had a thousand years to prepare, she never would have seen this coming.

Ladybug let her heart spill out of her mouth.

“I feel dizzy around you,” she said. “Not the bad kind of dizzy, just the cloudy kind. My heart goes crazy, it beats a mile a minute, and I turn all red, and…” She purses her lips, a certain smiling blonde’s face whizzing by in her mind. “…And I guess what I’m trying to say is… Is that I like you.”

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Do we have two grooms?

Reaction fic to 6x08. Missing scene after the “but what“ (that damn commercial break), drunk parents and married fluff. PG-rated.

Go be lucky. Don’t waste time double-guessing. Don’t waste time behaving yourself. Don’t let go.

“I mean… come on, there is no possible way that, that – I mean… right…?” Kurt stutters and turns to Blaine, sure to find a mutual understanding in his eyes but instead spotting something very unexpected there. “Blaine?”

Kurt’s not sure what that face Blaine is making is supposed to tell him but he detects a defensive attitude in the way he is holding himself with his arms crossed. His mouth opens a little hesitantly.

“I- I don’t know,” Blaine says, his eyes looking anywhere but Kurt’s and his face full of vulnerability that Kurt really should have expected. After all, Kurt had been the “voice of reason” to call the whole thing off. What if Blaine had never given up on the idea of marrying him?

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anonymous asked:

Okay so soulmate au where when you write something on your skin the words appear on your soulmates skin so then nico or will writes the answers to a test down on their skin and the other realises that they're both in the same exam hall doing it!

Sorry for the late fulfillment! Here it is! 

Will had been studying for months for this exam. Months. Countless hours a night spent pouring over his textbooks. He made social life sacrifices. He turned down his families offer to take a small vacation together during Thanksgiving break. He had turned his friends away one time too many when they wanted to hang out. And it was all in the name of getting a good grade on this exam. Passing this exam meant not only a perfect 4.0 GPA, but also a full ride scholarship to University of New Rome. 

Will stretched when he woke up the morning of the exam. He noticed a glint of black on his palm. In scribbling handwriting it read, “Get diapers and Cheerios for Percy and Annabeth.” It hadn’t been there when Will went to bed around one a.m. Will briefly wondered who went shopping so late at night. A few hours later, the writing disappeared as his soulmate washed it from their arm. 

Will had learned that his soulmate must be a very forgetful person. Almost several times a week. Simple things would appear on Will’s arm. Like, ‘Don’t forget to lock the door.’ and sometimes it would say, ‘Feed Mrs. O’leary.’ Will didn’t know who Mrs. O’leary was. Maybe his soulmate worked at a nursing home and always forgot to feed this particular old women. Or maybe they just had an old women they were responsible for feeding. 

Will got dressed for the day, wearing his lucky shirt along with his standard shorts and flip flops. He had to be comfortable during the exam or he might stress himself out. Once he was ready, Will took a deep breath, grabbed his keys, and made his way toward his Humanities of the Renaissance lecture hall. 

At first, Will couldn’t believe it. During his drive to the school, small, neat pen marks began weaving their way up his arm. He didn’t pay much attention to it. He was focused. Going over facts and dates in his head as he neared the lecture hall. In fact he was so focused that he didn’t realize that the red pen markings had climbed all the way up his elbow, and now covered half of his arm. 

As Will approached the lecture hall, he finally noticed. 

“Shit.” He curse softly. He never hated his soulmate more than in that moment. Will glanced at his arm, and looked around. It looked painfully obvious that he was trying to cheat. 

Will wished he would have grabbed his sweatshirt on the way out of his house. It was late spring, and he was in shorts and a polo. His arm painfully revealing the still growing mass of information. 

Will thought he was going to keel over and die from anxiety when he spotted his friend Cecil. 

“Cecil!” Will exclaimed and his friend glanced over his shoulder at Will and smiled. 

“What’s up man?” He asked leaning against the wall. Will jogged over to him still a bit frazzled. 

“I need your shirt.” Will deadpanned. Cecil starred at him a bit, clearly in shock before answering. 

“Um. Why?” Will groaned. He did not have time for this. He needed Cecil’s long sleeved shirt right now. 

“Look.” he said motioning to his arm. 

“Woah! Are those test answers? Are you cheating Will?” Cecil asked in a hushed whisper. Will pulled his arm away defensively. 

“Of course not! They’re soulmate markings!” 

“Oh! Yeah, sure dude.” Cecil dropped his bag and began pulling his shirt off. In any normal situation, Will would insist they change in the bathroom, but he had less than five minutes to get to class. He quickly pulled off his own shirt and traded with his friend. 

“Thanks again! I owe you!” Will shouted taking off down the hall. Cecil waved at his friend as he put on his new shirt and recollected his things. 

These are our test answers. Will thought in shock twenty minutes in. He wasn’t looking at them or anything, but the slightly too small shirt of Cecil’s was beginning to ride up his forearm and he noticed instantly. He had spent months memorizing these answers. 

Will looked up from his test in shock, his eyes scanning the room looking for anybody who might be out of place. Somebody who looked suspicious. Before he could even begin to single anybody else a loud voice boomed across the lecture hall. 

“Solace.” Will snapped to attention. His professor, Dr. Chiron, stood at attention at the front of the room. 

“Y-yes, sir.” Will muttered while fidgeting with his sleeves nervously. Chiron’s eyes narrowed and he motioned for Will to come to the front of the room. People began looking up from their exam and watching him as Will made his way to his professors desk. 

“Yes, sir.” Will muttered again, a sinking feeling in his stomach. 

“Roll up your sleeves.” He demanded. 

“Sir, please listen. I didn’t write these-” Will began as but was cut off by Chiron’s glare and Will sighed before rolling up his sleeves, reveling the small, red answers written up his arm. 

“Automatic failure of the course.” Chiron declared sadly. 

“Sir, please. I didn’t do this! These are soulmate markings!” Will begged. Chiron regarded Will before studying the markings.

“These are the answers to our exam. Are you telling me your soulmate is here in the lecture hall?” Chiron asked. 

Will nodded in desperation and Chiron turned to the class who watched the scene with a mixture of shock and amusement. 

“William Solace claims these to be Soulmate markings. I suggest that if Will Solace’s soulmate is present, and cheating, they reveal themselves less this innocent young man fail my course.” 

The class was silent. Will watched, examining every bodies faces. A few moments went by and nobody moved a muscle. Will felt tears in his eyes as Chiron sighed and turned to him. 

“Sorry, Will. You know the rules and I cannot make an exception. So please-” 


Will’s head immediately turned to the source of the voice. A small man of about twenty stood from his desk. He had black hair, tan skin, and huge brown eyes. Will had never seen him before, but he sat in the far left corner of the lecture hall. 

‘It’s me.” He said making eye contact with Will, and looking away quickly. 

“Come down here, son.” Chiron said. Will didn’t dare move or breath. The boy picked his way around the desks and made his way to the front of the room. 

“Roll up your sleeves.” Chiron demanded. He did, and revealed an exact copy of Will’s soulmate marking down his left arm. Will’s breath hitched and he reached out subconsciously. Tracing the markings lightly. 

This was his soulmate.

A soulmate who almost cost him his future, but his soulmate all the same. 

“What’s your name?” Will whispered. Transfixed by the boys eyes. 

“Nico. Nico di Angelo.” 

“Nico.” Will breathed. The two boys gazed into each others eyes for a moment longer before Chiron cleared his throat. 

“Will, we will have to schedule a make up exam for you. With new questions. Mr. di Angelo. I’m afraid you know what this means.” Chiron announced. Nico nodded sadly and Dr. Chiron excused us both from the lecture hall. 

Once we left, Nico turned to me. 

“I’m so sorry.” He muttered. “I never thought… that you were there. The whole time.” I shook my head and smiled. 

“No harm done.” I responded. “But now you have to retake the course.” 

“I suppose I got what’s coming to me than.” Nico shot me a quick smile and I felt my heart melt. 

“Come one. Let’s go get lunch.” 

Let me know what you thought! 


anonymous asked:

Okay so according to you... Medusa us related to both Maka and Marie, right? I'd kill to see a fic of the two finding out they're distantly related... through Medusa.

Ayyyyyy. I might have to revisit this, actually! Go into it more in depth! But have this fast little drabble, while I’m at it.

Usually, he was fine with being the bearer of bad news. When all the other students dreaded the classes regarding how to deliver grim results, he was indifferent. Perhaps not giddy, not always, at least, but certainly not affected by the sorrow. Isolating himself from it completely.

Not now.

Perhaps, he muses, he has grown soft. Or maybe this was the reason doctors were discouraged from working cases that meant a lot to them. Because he stands before his wife and his former students, now grown and just as deadly as he is, feeling more like a shroud of ill fate than a doctor.

“That…that can’t be right,” Marie said, swallowing hard, her hands shaking at the news he has just dropped upon her. Stein looked grim at her voice, the paper he was holding crinkled at the edges, his wedding ring leaving a particularly harsh demarcation.

“The bloodwork confirms it,” he assured, his voice surprisingly gentle as he spoke to her.

Maka stared straight ahead, one hand on her stomach and the over over her throat, her face sickly and pale. Soul looked all too concerned, sitting next to her so close it seemed as though he were ready to throw himself between her and Stein as though to protect her with his body from the words themselves. “But my wavelength…” she started, feeling something bubble in her stomach, the bile sour in her throat. Stein turned his head in her direction, but didn’t take his eyes off his wife.

“An offset of Marie’s,” he explained, but paused after a second of thought. “Rather, a mutation.”

“A mutation,” Maka echoed, hollowly, and from beside her, Soul’s arm over her shoulders drew her closer. She followed without seemingly noticing, pressing herself close to Soul’s chest.

“Technically,” Stein drawled, “a mutation of the witch’s.”

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anonymous asked:

Another trio request for you. SouReiRin pillow talk. Fluff basically.

(Butterfly trio, coming up! I apologize if it’s not good; I feel like I don’t completely understand Sousuke as a character yet, so this is going to be a little bit exploratory for me. =3 )

“Where is Yamazaki-san?” Rei asks softly, studying the books on Sousuke’s desk.

“Still ‘Yamazaki-san’, huh?” Rin responds from his bed, raising an eyebrow. “Not even ‘Sousuke-san’ at the very least? After all this time?”

“‘All this time’ being only a couple of weeks. It took me months to stop thinking of you as ‘Rin-chan-san’, and months after that to drop all honorifics with your name. I barely know Yamazaki-san, so it doesn’t seem fitting to call him anything less formal than that.”

Rin sighs. “You’re hopeless. Now stop snooping and get over here. Sousuke’s going to be back any minute.”

Rei adjusts his glasses and makes his way over to Rin’s bedside, sitting down next to him. He knows Rin wants him to lie down, but he really doesn’t want to until Yamazaki-san returns. He’s still a bit unsure about the tall butterfly swimmer. He definitely doesn’t feel comfortable enough with his personality to presume to get too close to Rin. Yamazaki-san has known Rin for far longer, after all, and Rei has no intention of doing anything that might be perceived as trying to get between them.

He looks up when the door opens and Yamazaki-san comes into the room. He tosses his book bag to the ground next to his desk and sighs, glancing at Rin’s bed. He gives Rei a stare that is so incredibly difficult to read. Those teal eyes seem to stare into him, making him a bit uncomfortable.

“Welcome back, Yamazaki-san,” Rei greets him softly.

The older teen rolls his eyes a bit, taking off his jacket and tossing it onto the top bunk. Then he sits down next to Rei, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye.

“This is going to be a thing for a while, huh?” he asks evenly.

“At least he doesn’t call you Sousuke-chan-san,” Rin chimes in, chuckling.

“I guess.” Sousuke lies down with his head next to Rin’s feet, folding his arms behind his head. “You can get more comfortable if you want, Ryugazaki.”

“Oh, I…I’m all right, thank you.”

He hears Yamazaki-san sigh heavily as he sits back up.

“You know I like you, right, Rei?”

He’s a little startled by the fact that Yamazaki-san is using his given name. He hasn’t done that yet. It’s just as shocking as when Rin first used his given name. He looks at Yamazaki-san, staring at him in shock.


“Jeeze, Rei, I wouldn’t have agreed to this whole thing if I didn’t like you!” Yamazaki-san grabs his shoulders. “You don’t have to be so formal, okay? You don’t have to be so tense around me! You’re not going to scare me away! I’ve been friends with Rin forever, after all!”

Those eyes are still so piercing, but Rei can see a softness to them, now. He allows himself a smile, feeling himself relax a bit. It’s ridiculous that he needs reassurance like this but, especially with Yamazaki-san, he does. Rei just isn’t all that confident in himself when it comes to friendships, let alone anything deeper.

"Forgive me, Yama—” He stops himself, shaking his head a bit. “Sousuke-san. I never thought anyone would date me, let alone you and Rin. You’re both so wonderful that I just…I feel a little intimidated, I suppose.”

Rin sits up now, too, and wraps his arms around Rei from behind. “Idiot. I can’t imagine you being intimidated. Do you remember when we first met?”

"Yes, well…I’d already heard things about you, Rin. I know virtually nothing about Sousuke-san except that he’s your best friend from childhood and he’s an amazing butterfly swimmer.”

“Ah, there’s not all that much to me,” Sousuke-san mutters, lying back down. “Just swimming and Rin, really. That’s all.” He nudges Rei with his knee. “And you now, Rei.”

Rei feels himself blush. “Well, we have a few things in common, then.” He pulls his legs up onto the bed, turns to face the other two, and crosses his legs. “What about in relation to…romance? Forgive me for being forward, but what are your feelings about our relationship?”

Sousuke-san pats the bed next to him, looking Rei in the eye. After a moment’s hesitation, Rei lies down on his stomach next to Sousuke-san, being sure to keep Rin in his field of vision, as well. Sousuke-san tilts his head to the side, looking at Rei closely. He smiles a bit, a rare sight in Rei’s opinion.

"Did Rin ever tell you how this whole threesome got started?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Sousuke confessed to me,” Rin explains with a shrug. “And I told him there was no way I could date anyone if they couldn’t handle me dating you, too, Rei.”


“I’ve never imagined myself with anyone but Rin,” Sousuke-san adds, “but I was ready to try anything if it meant being with him. It’s a lucky thing you’re so perfect.” He ruffles Rei’s hair.

"I-I’m not—”

“Sure you are. And you’ve got a lot of potential, too. Who knows, with enough hard work and practice you might actually get good enough to beat me.”

“Does everything revolve around swimming for you?” Rei asks, half jokingly. He doesn’t want to discuss the fact that in order to beat Sousuke-san, he would first have to beat Rin, which would be a feat in and of itself.

“Nah, not everything.” Sousuke-san carefully slips Rei’s glasses off of his face and cradles Rei’s cheek in his hand. “I really like your eyes, Rei.”

“I…I like your eyes too, Sousuke-san.”

It’s true, and it’s not just the color, although those teal orbs are incredibly gorgeous to look at. No, more than that, it’s the fact that Sousuke-san’s eyes are the easiest way to read his emotions, more so than just about anyone Rei has ever met—except perhaps Haruka-senpai. While Sousuke-san’s expression might often seem cruel or indifferent, it’s in his eyes that one can really see what he’s thinking and feeling.

Rin clears his throat. “Feeling a bit left out over here. But no, you two keep right on staring into each other’s eyes like a couple of lovesick middle schoolers.”

“Despite what you may think, the world doesn’t revolve around you, Rin,” Sousuke-san chuckles. “But okay, what do you want to talk about?”

"How about how perfect I am and how pretty my eyes are?” Rin bats his eyelashes animatedly, drawing a playful smack to the back of the head from Sousuke-san.

"As if your head needs to get any bigger,” the dark-haired teen laughs.

“Must you two always bicker?” Rei grumbles. “I like it much better when you’re kind to one another.”

"It’s all in good fun, Rei,” Rin assures him. “But I suppose we could always start teasing you more, Speedo Glasses.”

Sousuke-san raises an eyebrow. “Speedo Glasses?”

"Ah, you should see this kid in a speedo,” Rin says with a grin. “Those legs go on for miles, I swear. And that ass? Perfection.”

"Rin!” Rei chides him, feeling himself blush.

“Well, I look forward to seeing that,” Sousuke-san says with a wink. “But not tonight. Tonight, let’s just hang out here.”

Rei turns onto his back to stare up at the bottom of the top bunk. “You…really like me that much, Sousuke-san?”

“Yeah, of course.” He scoots a bit closer to Rei on the bed, much to the bluenette’s surprise. “One thing you’ll learn is that, despite our differences, Rin and I are a lot alike. I’m pretty into most things Rin is into. I’m definitely into you.”

"Lucky you, Rei,” Rin adds, turning onto his side, elbow holding his torso up off the bed. “You’ve got two world-class butterfliers vying for your attention.”

Rei doesn’t really know what to say. He never thought he would be the focus of a polyamorous relationship. Heck, he never thought he would be in a romantic relationship period, let alone with two incredibly attractive and affectionate, once you get to know them, guys from a rival team.

I guess I am pretty lucky, aren’t I?

Snow Day

Perhaps I couldn’t think of a story for your prompt. But I used your concept of a blizzard, because I didn’t want to completely let you down and not take your suggestion. You must remember though, that I’m in Australia, and have no concept of what snow/real cold feels like. So I guessed?


“Mamrie said I’d find you down here.”

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My sibling has sensory processing disorder, specifically involving sounds. There's no cure. Treatment is medication, and both talk and occupational therapy. They'll take medication, but they don't like going to therapy because they don't like talking about their disorder, and even though the occupational therapy was helping a lot, they quit doing it because they don't like having an extra step in their daily routine. They're younger, and because they were always volatile and threw tantrums (1)

(Hey Anon I’m gonna put the rest of this behind a cut because both your ask and my answer are kinda long.)

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Okay, so the only prompt coming to me at the moment is an Nick and Ty playing basketball in court at the park. They're really into it. Until Nick catches sight of a gorgeous blond man walking past. Meanwhile, Ty is passing Nick the ball and it smacks him right in the face. When he touches his face and his hand comes away bloody, he looks up into blue eyes and finds the blond insisting on helping because he's a doctor and wow that's a lot of blood and something might be broken.

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Norman Bates 2.0?: A Deep* Look into Mako.

We polled 100 regular people JUST LIKE YOU about what came to mind when they thought of our favorite detective, and the responses were overwhelming.

But we here at the Center for Something think everyone’s missing the big picture. It’s absolutely no secret in fanon (and in canon) that people view Mako as the “mother figure.” Let me regale you with some actual, canon moments.

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anonymous asked:

Is there a source where the actual band has stayed they're not "quite alright with it" or are you guys just saying that because you think you know everything there is to know about twrp?

That’s an awful lot of salt you’ve got there, kiddo. I’ve got a fucking GREAT inkling for something you can do with it instead of attempt to tear down people who are trying to be helpful, informative, and curate content for you in a respectful and organized manner. Basically you just cut come potatoes real thin on a large vegetable peeler or a mandolin blade, boil those bad boys in some oil until they’re crisp, towel them off and lightly shake on some of that bad juju you’re just absolutely fucking radiating. Be careful, though. Someone as salty as you could easily ruin the whole batch if you twitched. :-)

Does not being able to slash grown men with lives and maybe even girlfriends really tear you up inside that much, my friend? How would you be able to handle it if they came out and said that they weren’t okay with it? Who would you redirect your micro-aggression at then? We at GC aren’t going to take it, and neither will the band.

Can you imagine how fucking creeped out you would feel if you were a presumably straight man depicted sucking off one of your best pals? Don’t you think that perhaps that might, you know, cross some lines for some people? Yes, there is absolutely a chance that all four of them wouldn’t mind, think it’s hilarious, what have you. But you’re not stopping to think about the fact that they might not. Even if it’s just one member who feels a little strangely about it, you won’t be able to know who it is until a statement is made, and you will have probably already included them in shipping things. And that is not cool. 

We cannot encroach on a privacy and comfort zones of public figures solely because they are public figures. Please read up about Hulk Hogan vs. Gawker. He won the case, by the way, arguing the same talking points that I have been. Just because he engages in sex and openly speaks about his sex life, his image being intimate is not owed or free to the public. Just because people are known of by others through social media does not mean that everything about them is now free-use for the public and apps like Gawker Stalker should be allowed to exist.

So often we forget that those who make our content are real people, with real lives, and real emotions. They simply want to keep supplying our content. They should be allowed to do this in a way that doesn’t make them uncomfortable with their consumers, don’t you agree? If Doctor Sung said himself “hey, I don’t really like that people are doing this with my likeness”, wouldn’t you want to respect him? Even if you don’t care for him as a human being, which apparently you haven’t stopped to consider, he might stop making content if the fans become too much of a mental drain on him. Do you want that?

This is not about if they did or didn’t say anything, it is the principle. If the collective we begin to create shipping content without their permission, it is the possibility that one or all may be upset with it. If we do not create this content until given a pass, no one is hurt. This isn’t us speaking for them. This is us caring for them. (As for Mod Meouch’s statement, it was clarified in the last ask.)

“But, Cleo! It’s their characters, not them!”

I already discussed the bulk of why this is still not okay, starting with the first question here (which is preamble for the next link) and mainly the second question here.

So, with all that out of the way, here’s the meat of the meal.

As of yet, the band has not spoken out on the issue, but their avoidance of it has been so goddamned blatant that it would be extremely disrespectful to treat it as a ‘yes’ until further notice.

TWRP ignored every question about being shipped on their AMA, and here they are. There are only two of them, but the ignorance of both is telling. Here’s the link to the AMA. Search ‘em out yourself.

Oh, look at the last two people having human decency and respect! Love those guys!

So, just a little while later, TWRP made this tweet.

It was later made apparent to me by a mutual friend between the band and I that this was not an in-character joke, or a joke at all.

It is entirely possible these questions were ignored because they didn’t really know what they were being asked. But now, following the tweet was even more ignored questions about shipping, even after they’d been made clear on what it even was.

And it goes on, several more unanswered tweets later.

*EDIT: (Clarification: None of these examples are meant to be presented in a negative light. I’m glad these people cared to ask instead of just do, and they’re all cool cats in my book. They’re simply there to show they did not receive an answer.)

TWRP will make a statement when they are ready, and if it’s a green light, go and make all the ship content you so desire. But until then? Let them think about it. Don’t pester them. They need to be able to make this decision without outside influence, or else they might get annoyed and give an answer they aren’t entirely sure they wanted to give.

You can wait, you salty bastard. I believe in you.

– Mod Hogan

About that Tweet to Lenkov...

Hi, Mr.Lenkov. First thing of all, I really, really love both of your shows! Big fan! MacGyver is fantastic (but I enjoy H50 more lol) ! Love that relationship between Mac and Jack, they're so cute!
I'm writing to you 'cause I want to talk about our boys, Steve and Danny, with you. I just can't hold back my words anymore.
It's been six years since our boys' first met in McGarrett's garage. During the six years, they get to know each other, they get each other's back, and they love each other deeply. Their friends know that, Grace knows that, their (ex-)girlfriends know that, even people who just met them know that, and sometimes mistaken them as a gay couple. In fact, their friend tease them as an old couple many times, and they often compare their relationship to marriage, too. 
They save each other's ass countless times, and Danny even donated half of his liver to Steve without consideration. They quarrel, and make it up even faster. They spend their holidays together, and Steve'll take Danny to some special places, which just feels like a date. 
Steve said Cath was the only one he ever let in, who he barely has any clue about little personal details and plainly refused to share details of his childhood with. But he's glad to share it with Danny, and he knows everything about Danny (S06E09 delete scene). In S06E14, Melissa argued with Danny for the "never say I love you" thing. But Danny, who didn't say love even in the end of that episode, has said it more than ten times to Steve in this show! 
Don't you think they love each other a little bit too much for just being friends? 
Will you considerate giving them a chance to be together, please? Maybe not now. Maybe not until the ending. I don't know.
I know that Scott is okay with it, even enjoy it. I don't know how Alex thinks, but I have reason to believe he has no objaction. 
McDanno has been the top 20 couples in AO3 for years, I'm sure more than 90% of the fans, especally the fans who're crazy for H50, will be really glad to see that happen, and love this idea more than you can image. We've been waiting for this moment patiently for six years, and we're still praying for it.
The article above only represents my personal opinion. Please forgive me if what I say offends you or has any grammatical mistakes, because Engilsh is not my mother language. I can express myself better in Chinese but…lol
Thank you for taking time to read this. I really appreciate it. No need to reply me, just…think over it, okay?
Love you and your shows~ Can't wait to watch next eposides of Hawaii Five-0 and MacGyver! Hope they'll get better rating this week!

Well, that’s what I said in that tweet. 

Sorry, I tried to keep a low profile but he didn’t give me the chance… I had no idea he would retweet it. I didn’t mean to gain support from him, I just want to tell him my thoughts. Now I feel that I’m too rash, or stupid, maybe both.

Since I can’t change what has happened, I guess out there to go on Twitter and like his tweet is the right thing to do now. It has only 60 likes now which makes what I said kind of carry no conviction. 

Please support me to show him how much we appreciate this idea.

The link is here: https://twitter.com/plenkov/status/786239638516006912

Sorry again for the troubles I might have caused. I apologize.