i mean it gets more attention

anonymous asked:

Hello, my friend! I had a really weird day that was full of unnecessary levels of stupid, so if you could possibly do #15 with Analogical then that would make me very happy. Thank you!!

15. a gentle “i love you” whispered after a soft kiss, followed immediately by a stronger kiss

Pairings: Analogical (romantic) 

CW: Slight angst (happy ending though)

Logan worries sometimes. He tries not to, but he can’t quite help it. And the thing about Virgil is, he’s very, very attuned to worry. 

“Tell me,” Virgil says one evening. 

He’s sitting on Logan’s bed watching Logan work at his desk, putting the finishing touches on a proposed schedule for the upcoming busy holiday season. 

“Hmm?” Logan’s mind is wrapped up in dates and family members and events and video posting schedules, so at first, he doesn’t really register the question. 

“What you’re worrying about,” Virgil says. “Tell me.” 

That captures Logan’s attention. He looks up from his work with a frown and sees Virgil gazing at him, head cocked at an angle and eyes shrewd and searching. 

Logan frowns. “I don’t know what you–”

“You do.” Virgil waves a hand. “You’ve been worried for a few days now. I’ve felt it.” He smirks. “I’m anxiety, remember? I notice these things.” 

Logan briefly considers telling him he’s wrong. He thinks about asking why he is bringing it up now, of all times, when Logan is so wholly focused somewhere else. But he knows Virgil will detect the deflection, and besides, he’s right. Logan is worried. And Virgil probably knew that asking him now, when Logan’s busy working and his guard is down, is the best way to get him to talk. 

He can’t decide if he’s proud or annoyed that Virgil knows him well enough to know that. 

He sighs, and shuts the planner he’s been writing in, turning his desk chair to face the bed. Virgil’s sitting criss-cross, and he won’t quite meet Logan’s eyes now, and Logan knows that look well enough: Virgil is afraid too. He’s worried about whatever has Logan worried, because in Virgil’s experience, someone being worried about something is usually bad news for him. 

All Logan can do is try to explain himself quickly. He doesn’t want Virgil to be afraid. 

“I’m…confused,” he says at last.

“Confused?” 

“Yes,” Logan says. At Virgil’s prompting stare, Logan adds, “About us.” 

If he thought the words would comfort the other side, he realizes quickly he was wrong. Virgil’s shoulders draw up a little, his eyes dropping again, and Logan recognizes the defensive gesture right away. Virgil is bracing himself for something bad.

“Okay,” the anxious side says quietly, picking at a loose thread on one of the many rips in his jeans. “So…what about us has you confused?” His voice is carefully casual. 

Logan frowns. He doesn’t know why his own bemusement should be causing Virgil such disquiet. He continues, hoping to shed light on the subject for both of them. 

“I’m confused about why we’re together,” he says. “Given the options at hand, I mean. Patton or Roman seem like they would be the more obvious choice, all things considered.” 

Virgil doesn’t reply. He simply stares at his hands, which are now clasped, white-knuckle tight, in his lap. 

“Patton is the heart,” Logan fumbles on, trying to make himself understood. “So he’d be a natural at this kind of thing. And Roman is the romantic, and dashing, and handsome, even if he is on the annoying side sometimes. Surely one of them would be a better option for a romantic liaison, wouldn’t they?” 

There. It’s out now. He’s said it, and if Virgil decides he’s right…well…Logan wants him to be happy, no matter what that means for Logan himself. He bites his lip, waiting, afraid to breathe as Virgil seems to consider his words, staring at his hands where they are clasped in his lap. 

Finally, after an agonizing eternity, Virgil nods slowly. “You’re right,” he says quietly, and Logan feels something inside his heart shatter, and oh. Oh dear, this is heartbreak, he’s sure of it. It…hurts. He never realized how much it could hurt. 

Logan wants to look away but he can’t. Virgil’s eyes are fixed on his lap and his shoulders are still hunched. He looks upset. Perhaps he is upset that he didn’t realize sooner he had more…suitable options for a romantic partner. Logan can understand that, much as it pains him. 

“Well…” Logan says softly, unsure of what should happen next. “We are in agreement, I suppose.” 

Virgil barks a short laugh, but there is absolutely no humor in it. The anxious side nods, and unfolds himself from the bed, climbing to his feet. “Looks that way,” he mumbles, shoving his hands into his pockets. “M’glad you figured it out, I guess. Thanks for…” he pauses, swallows, and shrugs. “Thanks for being honest with me. I’ll, uh…I’ll just…” he rubs the back of his neck and gestures at the door. 

Logan frowns. Virgil doesn’t seem happy to know about his improved prospects. Shouldn’t he be? “Virgil? Are you…all right?” 

Virgil makes that awful little bark of laughter again and shrugs. “Sure, yeah, great,” he says dully. “It’s always awesome to hear why you’re the last resort.” He smirks, but there’s less humor in the expression than there was in the laugh. “I hope you’ll be very happy with whichever one of them you chose.” 

Logan is so stunned that Virgil actually has his hand on the doorknob before he finally jolts himself into action. “Wait!” he cries, launching himself to his feet and stumbling forward (his legs are wobbly, whether from the long hours of sitting or the residual emotion, he doesn’t know). He grips Virgil’s shoulder and forcibly pulls him back. 

Virgil resists, but not very hard. Still, when Logan has him turned to face him, Virgil refuses to meet his eyes, and keeps his face resolutely turned to the side. Logan’s heart breaks again when he sees the way Virgil’s face is trying to crumple, his lip and chin trembling and his eyes shining with hurt. 

“Virgil,” Logan croaks, reaching up and cupping Virgil’s cheek, easing Virgil’s face toward his own. Virgil lets him but he still won’t meet his eyes. 

“Virgil,” Logan says again, voice stronger now. “I am so sorry. I–I fear I have been unclear.” 

Virgil sighs and shakes his head. “No, you were perfectly clear,” he says, and there’s still that awful dullness in his voice. “And I get it. I do. I…I’m not mad, or…or anything. Really.” He looks up but can’t lift his eyes any higher than Logan’s mouth. He tries a smile; it’s wobbly and frail, and the most heartbreaking thing Logan has ever seen.  

“Virgil, no, you don’t get it,” Logan insists. “I didn’t mean the others were a more obvious choice for me. I meant the others seemed a more obvious choice for you.” 

That gets Virgil’s attention. He snaps his eyes up to meet Logan’s, brows furrowed. “Wh–what?” 

Logan shrugs. Time to lay it on the line. He can’t turn back now. “I’ve just…I’ve never quite understood why you chose me,” he says. “I’m not very good at this kind of thing. Being in a relationship like ours, I mean. I don’t have any instincts for affection or affinity for romance, and I’m utterly hopeless when it comes to dating. With two clearly superior options at your disposal, I just don’t understand why you’d ever pick–”

Virgil cuts him off abruptly, pressing his lips to Logan’s in a soft kiss that has Logan slumping with relief, because everything he needs to know is in that kiss. It’s reassurance and gentle chastisement and declarations of love all in once loving, incredibly soft caress of lips, and all Logan can do is hold on as Virgil speaks to him without words, in a language Logan never realized he knew. He wraps his arms around Virgil’s shoulders and just hangs on, a little surprised (but not really) to feel tears trickling down his cheeks. 

Virgil finally draws back and wipes the tears away, looking not at all surprised to see them on Logan’s cheeks. “I love you,” he whispers gently, and if it were possible for a voice to reach out and cradle a heart, Virgil’s voice, and his words, cradle Logan’s right now. The thought is illogical, but he clings to it nonetheless as Virgil surges up and kisses him harder. When he draws away the second time, he grins and adds, “You idiot.” 

Logan laughs at that in spite of the tears that are still sliding down his face. “Thank goodness,” he whispers. “Because I love you, too, Virgil.”

Virgil smirks at him, and if his lips are still trembling or his eyes are a fraction too bright, Logan doesn’t mention it. 

“I know,” Virgil says. 

*

erza155hasleftthebuilding  asked:

Not to be rude, first off the bat, but how do you do it? How do you have time to analyze and think about the media you consume like that? And second off, why? I'm not trying to be rude, I'm just genuinely amazed that you can engage with something so much, and give such long and thoughtful answers to the questions that people ask you! And third, thank you. I'm really grateful for your blog and I genuinely love everything you post

Not rude at all :)

As for how… I mean, I definitely can’t/don’t do it for all media. I go way more in depth with The Flash and related content than I do with anything else I consume. So part of it is just parcelling down to this one thing and focusing a lot on it.

And part of it is practice - everything gets easier the more you do it. You notice more, pay attention more, your brain finds the analysis routine and starts to do it automatically.

Some of it is just… something I’ve always done. As a function of maladaptive daydreaming, whenever I consume media I’m enjoying, my brain is looking for angles to poke at them for holes or launching points for other ways the story could go (or could have gone). As an early teen, I used to set books aside mid-chapter so I could imagine what might happen next or decide on my own preferred version of it. I got… alarmingly good at picking up on foreshadowing or else predicting some things that were going to happen, sometimes several books ahead when I was reading a series. 

And it definitely does take up time. This is one of my main hobbies though. Work, the pseudo-work that is maintaining life and bills and cleaning etc, spending time with my spouse, spending times with friends and family, and … “this” (which includes writing, blogging, and arguably daydreaming). I mean, I do other stuff, but it’s one of the few things outside of work that I explicitly build in time for as ‘play’. 

I also have a lot of guilt over how much time I spend when I “should” be working and am engaging with fandom, in part because I use it as a way to avoid work when I’m feeling anxious, so that’s something I’m trying to navigate. But my work schedule is ridiculously flexible and almost entirely self-motivated right now, so that balance is hard and I try to create my own structure around it. 

Aaaand, sometimes I go a while without responding? It can take a few hours to write a half-decent meta post, and sometimes I’ll sit for a few days on the ideas and let them come together in the back of my mind before putting them on the page. And then I’ll try to do a lot of responding and work on clearing out my inbox in a short time frame (like yesterday and today).

But… honestly I should probably let more questions slide, sometimes. Blogging eats into writing time. 

But, well, that brings me to : why? Simply put: because I love it. 

Like I said, this is something I’ve sort of always done. And maybe not with such formal analysis, but it comes natural to me anyway. And as a grad student, I’ve learned to communicate my ideas, so that part doesn’t take too much effort (though I’m sure stuff would be more clear if I took more time to edit my posts, but then I’d spend all day on them). And all of this lends itself to why I write fic as well, though that’s also just… if I have stories in my head 24/7, why not communicate them with the world?

And I love teaching. I love sharing ideas and helping people understand things or helping them make connections they might otherwise not. And I love the validation that comes from people enjoying my posts and wanting my opinion - I’m definitely not above the affirmation :D And I enjoy the discussions and debates? I end up learning a lot as well. It all makes me a better storyteller and a better media consumer too.

It also helps that I’m chatty. If I tried to make this answer shorter, it would take 2x as long. Being long-winded makes things easier. My brain works fast, my mouth some days works even faster.

anonymous asked:

I know about them and I agree M is D’s beard but I’m just afraid that by thinking D and C are together that it’ll make me crazy and as another fandom would say delusional what are your thoughts on D and C?

There is only one reason im answering this.

No one should ever dictate to you what you should or shouldn’t believe. Folks should always have an open mind and understand that you only see what they want you to see and there is a lot of planning that goes into that.

I’d just suggest……

Pay attention. Watch. Make a hypothesis. Then study and view results. as they say the more you look……..

I mean yesterday I spent half my day getting my boobs taped into dresses with duct tape by a gay dude wearing wonder woman leggings and a corset in six inch heels and he had better legs than me.

So im not likely to think anyone is delusional ever. Especially not if they take time to weed through PR bullshit. 😂😂😂😂😂

i’m actually becoming more convinced that a//urance won’t be canon, mostly for this reason:

Lance’s character arc is implied to be all about…being the Hero. or rather, NOT being the Hero. or being a hero, but not THE Hero.

because Lance likes being the center of attention, and he assigns value/importance to positions within the team (with more emphasis on the leader), and he’s being sort of…disabused of these notions, slowly but surely. like the end result would be him accepting and embracing a ‘support’ role and understanding that it’s JUST as important, if not more so

why do i think that means no endgame a//urance though??

because another feature of the Action Hero (which is what Lance wants to be - see his love of taglines) is that the Hero always gets the Girl. it’s like…written into the immutable Action Movie Plot or something

which means if his character arc is all about the importance of the other, non-leader roles, then it stands to reason that the character that mosts wants to be the Action Movie Hero doesn’t get everything he wants, and that he’ll be okay - even happy - with that

anonymous asked:

I can only just laugh at this point with how illogical this show is

I mean, before our main issue was continuity, but now we have to add bad writing to the mix. This season does NOT feel organic on any level.

  • Things that should be getting more attention are barely getting any attention. 
  • Friendships are being formed out of thin air based on nothing more than a need to have someone involved in a wedding that they really should just be in the audience for.
  • People who have no damn business having babies are having babies.
  • Wally has just randomly fallen off of the face of the earth (I mean he really couldn’t run back for the bachelor party? Mmkay)
  • We literally just had an ep where Wells only non Star Labs friends are alternate versions of himself
  • Ralph D*bney’s entire existence

It’s like they spent so much *time* trying to figure out the Thinker’s “plan”  and come up with bad jokes that they were like “eh, fuck it” at literally almost everything else.

anonymous asked:

You know, our deals are always littered with clauses and loopholes. How do you know you haven't really bargained away more than you can give? Your lady there seems a pretty powerful fairy and the more powerful of us, the more you have to pay attention to the exact wording of the pact. I mean, you;re getting magic and a trainer out of the deal (in addition to what I'm pretty sure was Lewis's life-you gotta tell us how exactly you won him back later) but what's the mystery lady getting?

girls don’t want boys girls want 10000x more star wars femslash content than there currently is

How to Snag Potter

By Draco Malfoy


1. Midnight Rendezvous: Invite him to a duel and then bond over shared rule-breaking. Didn’t work because Weasley insisted on coming along. Reported them to Filch instead. 

2. Midnight Rendezvous, second attempt: Inspire gratitude by helping him deal with illegal dragon. Possible small talk about my name? Caught by McGonagall

3. Show off amazing Quidditch skills and really cool new broom. Nope. Granger said I bought my way onto the team (NOT TRUE) and I’m pretty sure Potter believed it. 

4. Send carefully composed and endearing Valentine (the only good thing Lockhart has ever done). I don’t think he liked it very much, despite the brilliant lyrics I composed. Ended up shifting blame onto the Girl Weasel. Fairly certain he doesn’t suspect.

5. Become gravely injured in order to appeal to his Savior Complex and inspire feelings of protectiveness. DO NOT ATTEMPT AGAIN. Was nearly murdered when I insulted that giant filthy chicken, and yet Potter decided that IT was the victim?! Unacceptable. I will not rest until that beast is put down.

6. A fun prank! He seems to enjoy stuff like this when the Weasley Twins do it, so I’m sure he will laugh. Learn to sew. It turns out that Potter has no sense of humor as well as very poor vision, because he nearly killed me with that damn Patronus Charm. Although I must admit, it is kind of hot that he can already do a Patronus.

7. Support him with Triwizard Tournament badges! Okay, this one was probably my fault. Pansy saw me experimenting with them and I changed the messages at the last minute. Why can’t he just realize that I don’t mean it?

8. Report Potter’s tragic story to the Prophet to increase sympathy and support. Exaggerate if it will get him more attention. I realize now that Potter does not like attention. Also Skeeter made out like Potter is in some sort of love triangle involving Granger, which is not even remotely acceptable. This was a mistake.

9. Show respect for his friends by composing an encouraging song in Weasley’s honor. Apparently making the title sound complimentary isn’t enough to negate other more insulting lyrics. Honestly this was doomed from the start because there is literally nothing good about the Weasel except his best friend.

10. Impress him with your status and power by leading the Inquisitorial Squad. Umbridge is an absolute menace and I am an idiot.

11. Make him jealous: Flirt excessively with Pansy. I don’t think he even noticed.

12. Show him your sensitive side by crying in the girls’ loo. Fuck.

Sorry I haven’t written in a while. 

13. Realize you’ve been a complete arse for your entire life. Regret everything. Do your best to become someone who does the right thing. Don’t identify Potter when asked. Stop cronies from killing him. Apologize sincerely after he gets you off at your trial. Invite him for dinner. 

14. Invite him for drinks. 

15. Buy him a birthday present. 

16. Kiss him. 

17. Go back to his flat. 

18. Refuse to leave his bed. This only works for so long.

19. Attempt to make him breakfast.

20. Come out to the Prophet together.

21. Date for three years.

22. Say “yes.”

shitty advice of a college student. (part two)

(read part one here.)

  • sit where you’ll pay attention. sometimes this doesn’t necessarily mean sitting in the very front; personally, I like to sit more in the middle. it gives me a good view of my professor and at the same time makes me feel a lot less self-conscious.
  • not sure about shit? talk to your professor. email your professor. clarify things and show that you’re a student who cares about more than just showing up.
  • get to class on time!!!
  • when you email professors always say THANK YOU for their time and help! remember that they’re not required to put in extra time to help you; but the good ones just do. make these people love you!!! a good relationship could turn your B+ into an A- at the end of the semester.
  • reaching out to both your classmates and your professor when you’re absent is your responsibility.
  • please eat. and drink water. everyday. I mean it.
  • being a good student means that you will have shitty days. a lot of them. sometimes things go wrong, or you have more work than you can handle, or you end up getting a C on a quiz you thought you studied your ass off for. that’s okay. life happens. shit happens. let yourself feel shitty sometimes.
  • once again: let yourself feel shitty sometimes.
  • unless you want to die, don’t cram for your exams!! plan ahead. study a little bit every day so that the information is retained and you don’t have to study as much the night before. the process works. planning ahead will actually make you work lesstrust me.
  • know that mistakes happen and life goes on. sometimes there’s just nothing you can do to change something. acknowledge that you’ve done everything you could, it was worth trying, and move on. mistakes happen so we can learn from them. 
  • be realistic with your daily to-do list. if you spent all night studying your ass off for that mid-term and you know that you won’t have the mental energy to get a whole list of things done the next day, then they can wait! pace yourself and get done as much as you are capable of doing in one sitting.
  • you don’t have to look gorg going to class but if putting together daily looks and getting ur face beat gives you that motivation to go to school than you go girl!!!!
  • it does not matter if another student your age seems like they have it all together; because chances are, they don’t. no one does. we are all struggling to get shit done. we all have our own journeys. it is not a competition. no path is more valuable than another.
  • stress doesn’t mean you’re entitled to being an asshole. the people in your life probably know that you have a lot on your plate. they’re trying to live their lives as hard as you are. don’t be a dick about it.

Okay, considering I have an entire inspirational folder dedicated to pictures of this on my computer I might as well make a post about how much I love ONE’s monster designs.

I know the focus is usually on his sillier or more comical ones, but when he brings the creepy  - he really brings it.

I mean, look at this

They’re just

so

freaking intense 

Like, his monster designs are one of my most favourite things, and I just want to bring more attention to how great they are. Because I don’t think he gets enough attention for how absolutely awesome his monster designs are.

Endearing Qualities:

Aries: “I can be argumentative towards someone I care for but if someone else does it towards them then that’s just not on.”

Taurus: Expressing affection through physical goods, whether that’s preparing food, baking goods, or seemingly random gifts. They can find that generosity communicates more than they could in words.

Gemini: Their short attention span. Even in times of hurt and anger, if they can find something to be curious about, they can shift into a new experience, much like distracting a child. And I don’t mean that in a patronising way. They morph their reality.

Cancer: The warmth and care they often show to those that are vulnerable, almost like an openness despite their reservations in new situations. They balance assertion and softness admirably as a cardinal water sign.

Leo: Naive idealism. They just don’t get maliciousness and cruelty. Pride and pettiness, sure. But the former has no justifiable place in their world.

Virgo: Their willingness to see themselves in the context of everyone else, to work in a team, to embrace that their part, no matter how small, is a cog in the workings of a whole system. They can appear rather ego-less in this context.

Libra: The ability to romanticise everyday gestures or situations, a way of adding a sense of art and intrigue into the otherwise ordinary to others.

Scorpio: How they draw meaning from most everything. Nothing is just a surface matter for them, but something for them to consider, scrutinise and draw as much information from as possible. They look for depth, a rich existence.

Sagittarius: Their sense of humour. Their happiness radiates from them, and they can find lightness in difficult and troubled times, which in turn, spreads to others.

Capricorn: The sweetness they add into things in subtlety. Outright displays of affection are unlikely, but they find ways to express it in other ways.

Aquarius: Their awkwardness when it comes to “heavy” topics or one to one interaction. They can often deflect this with humour and intellectual topics to talk about, once again putting them in their element.

Pisces: The extent they can go to for the sake of pleasing others from a place of kindness is extensive. They can be one thing and say one thing to one person, and change for another, reaching maximum connection to the person in their immediate company. They are accommodating individuals.

How I recognized comp het/coercive heteronormativity

I get a lot of asks about how to tease apart genuine attraction from compulsory heterosexuality/coercive heteronormativity and how I figured it out and all that and the sucky answer is that there’s no cut-and-dry test or yes or no way to figure it out. Ultimately, in the end, you’ll have to decide whether you feel genuine attraction for men or whether it’s been conditioned into you. That doesn’t mean your conclusion can’t change over time, but you have to make the call in the end. No one else can make it for you.

Statements I have that helped me (speaking from my own experience) conclude that I was experiencing compulsory heterosexuality and not genuine attraction to men that might resonate with you:

  • I like getting attention from men and being validated in my attractiveness, but the moment it goes from attention to an interaction (i.e. from flirting to asking out) I start panicking.
  • I’m constantly testing my attraction to men. I pick one or more conventionally attractive men in the room, and try to force myself to be attracted to them.
  • I like the idea of being with a man, but any time a man makes a move on me I get incredibly uncomfortable.
  • I like the idea of marrying a man/being in a relationship with a man, but I can always pick out a reason to not want to date any man that is interested in me or any man suggested to me. These reasons are sometimes reasonable, but often insignificant (i.e. “I don’t like guys who do their hair like that, he has a weird mole on his face, he’s too tall”).
  • I can fantasize about men and find men attractive, but thinking about realistically being with a man makes my stomach churn.
  • The guys I like always seem to be incredibly feminine or gay. (This never happened to me specifically, but it has happened to many friends).
  • Alternatively, the guys I like are always a hyper masculine man’s man who embodies everything about manliness.
  • The guys I like are always unattainable.
  • I get crushes on guys but they immediately disappear the moment they might like me back.
  • When I think about guys, I think about all the things that I could tolerate doing with them (dating, kissing, sex, marriage) but always in terms of what I could force myself to do, not what I want to do.
  • Being around guys that are interested in me gives me intense anxiety.
  • I like male celebrities, fictional men, and men in art, but never men in real life.
  • All of my fantasies around men are always with faceless, nameless men; the more realistic the fantasy and the more details about my partner I invent, the less excited and into the fantasy I become.
  • I want to marry a man, be a stay at home, have 2.5 kids and a dog named Spot, live in the suburbs, and have my kids play sports and paint. I have no idea why I want this, I can’t pick out anything about this goal that is appealing to me, but I want this to happen.
  • Your fantasies about men still somehow turn out to be a little gay. Maybe you’re penetrating him, you don’t have to look at his face/don’t want to look at his face (I had and still have this one big time), you want a threesome with another woman, he’s very feminine, etc. It might be a “straight fantasy” but you’ve altered it in a way straight people might not be totally interested in.
  • Your fantasies about men give you intense distress or anxiety. They could be intrusive thoughts, forms of self-harm, or otherwise.
  • You figure you’re attracted to men but don’t really have any evidence for it. (i.e. “I guess I’m attracted to men because I had a crush on Brian in 2nd grade. I don’t hate men and I have men who I am friends with and whose company I enjoy. Why wouldn’t I be attracted to men?”)

This by no means an exhaustive list of how compulsive heterosexuality/coercive heteronormativity affects people, and there are plenty of people who are genuinely attracted to men who may relate and identify with one or more of these bullet points. However, if you relate to or identify with a lot of these things, I’d say it’s worth an investigation into why so many of these things resonate with you. Is it because you have a specific taste in men or because society has conditioned you to want this? Is it because you have bad experiences with men related to trauma or because these kinds of desires have been ingrained into you? I can’t answer those questions for you, and it will probably take some soul-searching but these are things I noticed for myself that indicated to me I wasn’t experiencing genuine attraction to men.

If anyone else has any compulsory heterosexuality/coercive heteronormavitiy signs they’d like to share, feel free!

So I just did a post about how I manage my time and my daily schedule and such, and I felt like this part is really important and was getting lost in the minutiae of my day, so I made it a separate post. I was talking about various ways in which my life is not necessarily “normal”, like how I go to bed at 7:30, which people treat as one of my eccentricities, and rightly so. But while it is weird it speaks to the crux of my life philosophy, which I’ve spoken about before as regards dealing with anon hate:

My time and attention are finite resources and they have a value I can bestow where I wish. If something is not necessary to survive, does not solve a problem, or does not provide joy, I stop doing it.

I pay my bills and do my dishes and wash my clothes because you have to do those things. I engage in activism and try to stay current on the news because I believe I have a moral duty to contribute to society, and I run because it’s good for my heart and my body. I have friendships, engage in fandom, play the ukulele, write, go to concerts and movies and art galleries because it brings me joy to do so.

Going to bed early solves a problem for me: I wasn’t doing anything useful with that time anyway, I wasn’t enjoying myself or feeling happy. If I wasn’t getting any benefit from that time, how could I put it to better use? Sleeping is beneficial, so I tried that, and it worked; I get more sleep and I don’t miss anything I can’t catch up with. Work doesn’t make me especially happy or fulfill me in ways we could all wish, but that’s okay. Work is necessary to survive, so I do it. I don’t date much because I tried dating semi-recently and the promise of future joy did not outweigh the lack of joy that dating itself brought to my life; it was painful, ugly, and boring, and so I stopped doing it. 

The dating thing may change in the future, if eventually the promise of a relationship becomes more enticing, but it’s an example of how the pursuit of happiness is non-standard, and you are allowed to weigh the cost against the payoff based on your own personal feelings, not on society’s dictates. Because it turns out when you are doing what makes you happy, when you feel joy, you could give two shits about what everyone else thinks should make you happy. 

Sometimes, what brings me joy is sitting on the couch listening to a podcast I’ve already heard ten times and playing a stupid mindless flash game; I often catch myself thinking “I could be doing something more useful, something cooler, something more active” and remind myself “But this is making me happy, and it’s what I’m capable of doing right now.”

“Does this make me happy” or, if you’re struggling with happiness, “Does this calm and soothe me” is a great metric for what you should be doing in life when you are on your own time. It’s a good way to check in with yourself and lead yourself towards a more fulfilling life on your own terms. 

If you are out at a bar with friends, stop and ask, does this make me happy? Because there is no way in which asking that does not help. If being at a bar doesn’t make you happy and if it’s the only time you see your friends, maybe it’s time for a change; you are now free to pursue something that will make you happy. If being at a bar doesn’t make you happy but your friends do, and this is one way to bond with them of many, then it’s a cost with a later benefit, and you’ve now become conscious that while you aren’t happy right this minute, you are paying into future joy. And if you like being out at a bar with friends and are having a good time, then you’ve reaffirmed to yourself that you are happy and this is where you want to be. And affirming that you are feeling joy is a great thing to do. 

You don’t have to be happy all the time – but on your own time, when work and chores and the duties of the day are done, you should devote yourself to finding joy in whatever form that takes, be it a nap or a party or a date or your kids or, I don’t know, watching people make fake food on YouTube. 

Believing that your time and attention have value and should only be bestowed on the worthy means coming to believe that you have value, which is so hard to do that I’ll take any shortcut I can get. Devoting your time time and attention only to what is necessary or what is pleasurable means learning a great deal about what you value, and I truly believe leads you to a more fulfilled life.

So when people ask me about time management, I have real tips and tricks to offer – but I think the most important think I can offer is the suggestion that whatever time you have, you should believe it has value because it is yours, and you should direct it appropriately. 

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Aliens reacting to someone with braces? Thanks!

The human problem was growing bigger at an alarming pace. Back when they first started travelling through space, most had viewed their efforts as cute. Some had even cheered them on from afar. Of course, that was before they realised what kind of creatures humans really are and what kind of planet they originate on. Before they knew what humans did for fun.

The humans as a whole hadn’t attacked yet, but it was only a matter of time before they gathered their forces. The Ktynarian species had to be prepared.

As a result, they had commandeered a human craft, and with eight Ktynarians to every human, they’d managed to gain control of the vessel and the horrible creatures within.

Unfortunately it was common knowledge that getting a fully grown human to talk was a near impossible feat. Fortunately, there were several younglings on the ship. The majority were younglings actually, which was a surprise. Upon further investigation it was revealed the ship was operated by a training facility of the category ‘school’.

After separating the humans into smaller groups to minimise the risks of organised resistance, Commander Yldrik picked one of the medium sized younglings to interrogate – having heard that the bigger posed a threat in size, but that the smallest were often quick and nimble

Yes, the medium sized one were surely the easiest to make a first attempt on. And if that failed, they still had a plethora of other humans to interrogate. One of them would surely give them some useful information.

Some of the humans were secreting some sort of fluid from their optical organs, some making noises the Ktynarians couldn’t identify, but instructing them to be quiet seemed to just make them more intent on making the noises. Deciding it would be best to leave xir soldiers to deal with it, Commander Yldrik turned xir focus to the youngling xe had selected.

“What is your objective,” xe asked. Getting straight to the point had seemed like the best method, but the human didn’t seem to comprehend.

“What?”

“What is your objective? What are you here to accomplish?” xe repeated, seemingly surprising the human. Perhaps they hadn’t expected to be confronted, or for the Ktynarians to be suspicious of them. Clearly the humans had underestimated them.

“Well, I mean, a B would be great, but I’d settle for a C too,” the human responded, something in their mouth gleaming slightly. Under different circumstances Yldrik would have paid it more attention, but xe was preoccupied deciphering what the human had said.

A bee was a creature from the humans’ home planet, and apparently vital to their ecosystem. A sea however, was a large body of a particular kind of water, and their planet seemed to be largely consisting of it. Why would they possibly want more of it?

“Why?”

“It’s not my best subject,” they said, elevating an upper part of their anatomy. Yldrik knew xe had been informed of the meaning behind the movement, but xe had finally noticed something different about the human’s teeth. Something worrying.

“Bare your teeth.” The human seemed surprised by the order, but complied after a brief hesitation.

The sight that met xem was terrifying, even for someone with as much experience as Yldrik.

“W-what are those?”

The human looked perplexed at first, but seemed to understand what xe was referring to fairly quickly.

“You mean my braces?” the human asked before baring their teeth further. A grin. At least that was what xe thought the action was named by the humans. “It’s just metal. You see, my mouth had too many teeth in it, so they got a bit out of order. Crooked and all, you know? So when I was about thirteen my parents took me to a dentist who basically attached metal to them to force them to stay in place. Cool, huh?”

The tone in which the human spoke did no justice to the horrors that laid in their words. They spoke as if they didn’t realise how terrifying this information was – no, come to think about it, they spoke as if they enjoyed the horrors they’d clearly been put through.

“And this was necessary for your survival?” xe asked, seeing no other reasonable explanation.

“No, no it’s just because it looks better,” the human said, repeating the elevation of an upper part of their anatomy. They did something else too, with an appendage of theirs, but Yldrik was done paying attention.

In record time, every single Ktynarian had vacated the ship, control of which had been returned to the humans. Fortunately their ship had a far higher maximum speed than the humans.

Their only chance at survival would clearly be to stay as far away from the humans as possible. If they attacked, the Ktynarians would have no other option than to flee. A species willing to do things like that to their own young – for aesthetic reasons no less – was not a species one wanted to go to war against.

chibi oops i mean bust commission for @gabriel-fucking-agreste, for her fic running out of oxygen. this was supposed to be a chibi commission but i swapped to a bust cos i couldn’t get this image outta my head lol. as if his life falling apart isn’t enough, now he’s stuck babysitting 2 extra kwamis who hate each other, on top of the needy cat one with the bottomless stomach :’D 

What is the purpose of Rutiles?

In the SU Wanted special that aired two months ago, we were introduced to MANY new gems. And before then, we introduced to two new gems: Aquamarine and Topaz. In the Wanted Special, we were introduced to Zircons, Fluorite, Rhodonite, Padparadscha, and Rutiles. For this post, I’d like to focus on the Rutiles in specific.

We’ve learned the purpose of Zircons, they’re made to be counsels and prosecutors for gems going on trial in the court.

Fluorite and Rhodonite are fusions.

Padparadscha is supposedly a defective Sapphire.

We can easily assume the purposes of Aquamarines and Topazes from the 3 episodes they appeared in.

However, we know next to nothing about Rutiles. All we know is these two twin Rutiles, who emerged as conjoined gem twins.

So, here is my question: What are Rutiles made for? Why are they presumably mass-produced in kindergartens, and what are they sent out to do?

Well, I have a theory. First, let’s talk about rutiles as we know them in our world.

Pictured above: the best photo I could find of a real-life rutile.

Rutiles are a major mineral source of the element titanium, commonly known as a tough, powerful element on the periodic table (if i paid attention in science class). They are about 60% titanium and 40% oxygen. It ranks 6.6 on the Mohs Hardness Scale.

Though rutiles can exist on their own, they are most commonly found as red spikes in minerals of many different types.

Rutile in quartz.

Rutile silk in sapphire.

Rutile in opal.

Rutile in peridot.

There are many other minerals rutile can be found in, but I wanted to use gems that we’re familiar with in Steven Universe.

Rutile is most commonly found in quartz.

Back to the rutile twins.

Notice their design. The lack of a nose or ears. The simple buzz cute. The full-body, simply designed uniform, with a lack of a diamond symbol.

Seems like if you fused with them, not much would change.

So…what am i getting at here?

Because rutile is so commonly found included in other minerals, and the rutiles are manufactured with such simple forms, I believe that rutiles in Steven Universe are made for the sole purpose of fusing with other gems.

“But, Cookie,” you interject. “Isn’t Homeworld AGAINST fusion?”

Yes, fusion is majorly outlawed on Homeworld.

However, it is accepted for one thing. Combat.

Rubies in particular are commonly seen fusing for the purpose of combat.

So, you have a gem like rutile, which is majorly made up of titanium. That’s great for strength and hardnes. If you fused a rutile with another gem, not much would change in the other gem’s appearance, so the resulting fusion would not be entirely different.

Rutiles seem as if they’d be great for fusing with other gems, potentially providing extra strength and hardness in battle.

It only makes sense to me they would be designed for fusing with. And plus, Rebecca and the crew pay more attention to gem meaning and geology than you may believe.

I could very well be wrong, and there could very well be another post exactly like this somewhere else on this site. However, I couldn’t stop thinking about this, and had to get it out here.

Terrible girlfriends

Aries: They’ll try to change you. Maybe you won’t even notice it, but in relationship, they just want things to be their way, so if you know about a bad habit of yours, or just about anything you know she hates, prepare for her trying to change it.

Taurus: Kinda jealous, but you most likely won’t know. Oh yeah… except they’ll just randomly ignore you, give you evil looks and suddenly become affectionate in front of your female friends. But they’ll never actually tell you what’s bothering them…

Gemini: They literally can’t decide what do they want. At first, you were just someone they were dating for fun, but suddenly they’re planning a wedding with you. Once you start participate? You’re too commited for them.

Cancer: Super overprotective to the point where it’s uncomfortable. They’re like a mother but 100 times worse. They’ll always ask you million questions about everything and will want to go everywhere with you and do everything with you.

Leo: Needs constant excitement or they’ll get bored super quickly. I mean yes, relationships are about excitement, you go places together and all that, but with Leo girl, you literally have to be doing something all the time and give her your attention 24/7. They have zero chill.

Virgo: They soemtimes act as if you guys were only friends. I think this might be because they’re not the best at showing affection, so sometimes they just joke around and don’t actually do anything related to dating such as holding hands, kissing, etc… I’m not saying it’s exactly a bad thing, it’s more about how it makes you feel…

Libra: The insecure and whiny ones. And listen, they’re not normally insecure. But in front of you? Lord helps you. they’ll always ask you if you think they’re fat, want you to remind them that they’re loved every single day and if they have a bad day, they’ll give you a VERY detailed speech about it. Lowkey jealous as well.

Scorpio: They don’t know their boundaries. They’ll ask you about your day and expect you to tell them with full detail. Whenever you go on a trip, they want to know exactly where you go. Also probably know about every single one of your female friends. And they already hate them.

Sagittarius: Once they’re in the relationship with you, they think it’s okay for them to do literally anything. Going through your phone, suddenly ignoring you for a month, flirting with other people… I mean it’s not a big deal, after all you’re a couple, right ?

Capricorn: That girlfriend that will yell at you in front of your friends because you smiled at another girl. They look like calm and loving girlfriends, but there’s this evil side of them that awakes once you date for more than a week. They just want you just for themselves. On the other hand, they can actually get pretty flirty with other guys, though you wouldn’t really guessed it…

Aquarius: They’re not really good at showing love. Like, they’re loving and actually secretly enjoy romantic sutff, but they don’t really get affectionate or anything. This is not anything horrible, but it might make you feel as if they didn’t even care. Also tend to be flirty with other people a lot while they’re in a relationship…

Pisces: The overthinker. Oh boy. They will look at every single one of your moves and overthink it to the point when they’re just sobbing and already thinking about you breaking up with them. Might make a big deal out of a lot of things. Lowkey jealous, but not hysterical.

my dudes

my buddies

my pals

Let’s be real for a second in terms of like where this show is headed with regards to my favorite character (surprise it’s Lance jk no one is surprised)

Recently this tweet happened:

And some people are taking this really well and other people… not so much. Which makes sense since all of us have been like #thirstin for something more for Lance and have been met with a lotta nothing, but I think this tweet is actually a good thing.

So in this recent interview with Kimberly, Josh, and Jeremy, Jeremy basically says what he’s been saying since day 1 that’s been echoed by a lot of the other cast members and crew.

Basically: Lance will step up to the plate and he’ll become more of a leader and take on more responsibility but at the end of the day…

Lance.

Is.

Lance.

And when people ask for more about Lance in terms of his character, you don’t really hear much beyond this, which is exTRemEly frustrating but just hear me out.

It might not be this deep but I think it’d be cool if there’s a reason for the Voltron team being so adamant in the fact that “Lance is Lance.” And he will always be no matter what. This can go one of two ways.

1. Lance is Lance because he will always only be comic relief. 6 seasons of comic relief. That’s him. He’s Lance. A flirt. Cocky. Goofy. Sure he might have some moments like we’ve seen in S1 and S2 but for the most part he’s there to be the team goofball to make everyone laugh (or groan with frustration and annoyance)

Which is shitty and terrible and I will be so angry if this is what goes down but for now let’s move onto the MUCH BETTER option 2.

2. Lance does become a leader (maybe a co-leader? Right hand man? stays the Blue Paladin and just kinda steps up more? whatever) but no matter how tough things get, no matter how worn down the team is, no matter how hopeless the situation seems, Lance can still be Lance. And I don’t just mean he’s able to crack a joke at a tense time to lighten the mood, though that also is a part of it. I mean that he is able to keep a level head and calmly think things through even in chaotic or near impossible situations

That he is always concerned about the well-being of other and is willing to lay down his life for his friends (AKA PEOPLE HE JUST MET)

That he’s also not afraid to call out these friends when he thinks they are making a mistake (there seems to be a running theme with this one…..)

That he’s also appreciative of his friends and pays attention to their needs/wants and their strengths

And that he will always go down swinging

But maybe most importantly, and this is what I hope the Voltron team is trying to get at, Lance will never lose his joy and excitement and happy go-lucky demeanor. This is what makes him the Blue Paladin (and also why I think he would make a great Black Paladin but anyways….). He’s the glue of the team and this means more than just being the comic relief and making ill-timed jokes.

I really love the Lance that is able to start a weird space spore fight or wants to knit sweaters for Arusians. I love the Lance that enjoys doing a crazy dance while explaining their extremely dangerous plan to defeat Zarkon. I love the Lance that has fun coming up with wild ideas about what else could be locked up in Beta Traz. It’s not that he’s not taking his job as a Paladin seriously but rather that he is trying to take this crazy situation in stride as much as possible. We know that he can be worried, insecure, and lonely, but this never stops him from being who he is. He stumbles, loses confidence, regains it, and stands back up again ready to start swinging at the next asshole who decides to come for him and his friends.

Lance is adaptable just like water. He might come in different forms (serious, competitive, caring, homesick, flirtatious, etc) but at the end of the day it’s all of it is a part of who he is. He might need to get better at figuring out the appropriate timing of being leader Lance or flirty Lance, but it’s not like he has to lose the more immature part of him to become a more well-developed character.

So when people say “Lance will always be Lance,” I’m actually pretty fucking thankful. I’ve read some Langst where Lance becomes more “Keith-like” to cope with his insecurities which……. I’m conflicted about. I don’t think he needs to go as far as NOT be him in order for the team to learn to appreciate him more. So I think this affirmation from the staff that Lance will always be himself no matter what makes me believe that he will be what keeps the team together through the difficult and tumultuous times to come. That even despite his clear self-doubt he will be able to put the team and others first and maintain his role as the glue. That he will still manage to grow and change as a Paladin AND maintain the things that make him Lance.

There will be growing pains, of course, (I’m guessing a lot to do with Keith) but just because he’s insecure doesn’t make him weak. Lance doesn’t have to become more serious or stoic in order to be taken more seriously or be more “mature.” Then he wouldn’t be the Lance we know and love. He can withstand the challenges to come and develop as a character without sacrificing these integral parts of himself. He is capable of SO MUCH and I can’t wait for him to unlock the potential that was always there within him and makes him who he is.

So I’ve been listening to “Attention” by Charlie Puth a lot recently and of course my mind goes straight to drarry.

Like what if Harry and Draco accidentally start snogging after a fight one day during eighth year and then it just keeps happening for a few weeks. Until one day they just look at each other and are like yeah no we really shouldn’t be doing this. So they break it off and go back to normal, completely ignoring each other.

But about a month later Harry starts dating a seventh year Ravenclaw guy and Draco. Just. Can’t. Handle. It.

So he starts taunting Harry again just like the old days and starts spreading random rumors about him all the time.

And Harry tries his best to ignore it for a while until one day he hears a group of third year Hufflepuffs whispering about how they heard Harry slipped the Ravenclaw a love potion just so he could finally lose his virginity and Harry’s just done.

He pulls out his map and marches straight to Draco’s location in a corridor near the Slytherin common room. He pulls Draco into an empty classroom and is just like “what the fuck? You need to stop.”

And Draco’s all “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” But secretly so giddy that it all finally got to Harry.

And Harry’s just like “whatever Malfoy. Stop acting so jealous.”

And Malfoy tries to deny it, but Harry keeps accusing him and they end up fighting and then shagging.

And afterwards they’re both lying on the cold stone floor, sweaty and out of breath. Harry looks over at Draco and says “if you wanted to get back together all you had to do was say so.”

Draco’s quiet for a minute before he responds with “we can’t get back together if we were never together to begin with.” He gets dressed and leaves without a word.

Harry breaks up with his boyfriend the next day and Draco goes back to ignoring him. 

Just Say It (Bill Skarsgard x Reader)

requested: Hi! Could you please do a Bill Skarsgard X Reader imagine? So (Y/N) played Roman’s (Bill’s character) best friend / crush in Hemlock Grove and after the show ends, they see each other in IT premiere because (Y/N) is accompanying her brother Jackson (Who plays Georgie). Just fluff and Bill and (Y/N) are in love but they don’t know and Jackson spills that they like each other. Thanks! Your works are amazing!

Word Count: 1576

Warnings: some mature language ?

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting, this is such a good idea!

Originally posted by jonerysloveboat

There’s something scarily intoxicating about the acting industry. It’s like a siren beautifully singing to lure you closer and closer to the cliffs, waiting for a fatal collision. Yet (to her family’s dismay) it had affected Y/N - and now her little brother, Jackson. Their father had been a lawyer and their mother a teacher; both reliable jobs meant to procure a salary and stability. They had tried so hard to instill the idea of the American Dream and all that nonsense into their children.

Self-destruction must skip a generation, Y/N supposed.

Y/N had spent most of her acting career twiddling her thumbs as she waited for auditions and call backs that never came. She did her best to present everything good and unique about herself on resumes, but (nine times out of ten) not even that was good enough. It was disappointing to say the least and depressing to say the most. Initially, she didn’t want Jackson to pursue acting either. All the experiences he’d miss, like all the experiences she missed, could never be replaced. All the self deprecation and angst and the thoughts of ‘I’m not good enough’ - how in God’s name could she wish that upon her baby brother? But, as she sat in the backseat of a white limo, little Jackson sitting across from her, she acknowledged how wrong she had been. He was wearing such an expensive tuxedo, yet he was still pressing his nose to the window’s glass and making patterns with the fog. He wasn’t missing experiences - he was making them. Like a kid should.

It was her mother who first brought it all to light one evening over dinner, It wasn’t all bad, she had said after shoveling runny mashed potatoes onto her plate. And that was true; Y/N had played Odette Polinsky on Hemlock Grove. She was barely eighteen when she got the role and, though job single-handedly saved her career, yet it wasn’t even a completely positive memory.

Y/N was the youngest cast member on Hemlock Grove, and was completely (and pathetically) infatuated with a boy who saw her as nothing more as a friend. She had to witness the endless stream of girls come and go, as he conquered them and moved on.

“Did you talk to Ellie?” He whispered in Y/N’s ear during the show’s second season. He was leaning on his chair, with his elbow propping up his chin as he smiled boyishly. She tried to ignore the tingles as they ran down her spine, swallowing thickly. Ellie was his latest prize and she was constantly prancing around set in tube tops and denim short shorts. He followed her like a moth to a flame.

“Ya, I - I did. She really - likes you.” She managed to splutter out. Sometimes, when she was concentrating and focused, she could pretend conversations with him where just a scene. Their interactions all had a script, she would tell herself, therefore there’s no reason to panic. But this was not one of those days.

“Mmhmm,” he hummed as he scratched his chin with his thumb and index finger. He cocked his eyebrow at her and smiled, his lips slightly parted. He was so close to her, that she could smell his cologne - oranges and mint. Y/N had to stop herself from closing her eyes and leaning in.

“Well, catch you later Oddi!” He said quickly, as he briskly stood up from his chair and cracked his knuckles.

“See you Roman.” She replied quietly to herself.

Said boy just so happens to star alongside Jackson. She wondered if he still smelt the same like oranges and mint, maybe he even was -

Y/N shook her head, her curls bouncing around her shoulders. She couldn’t think about him today, today was Jackson’s day. Besides he had every other damn day to consume her thoughts. She would avoid him and that was that.

“Y/N! Y/N! Look! Look!” Jackson was pointing as he stared at all the flashing cameras and interviewers with microphones stood at the ready. His eyes lit up as he spoke and he smiled that dimpled smile of pure joy. Make those experiences, Jackson, thought Y/N as she smiled and stared with him. Soon enough they were parked and helped out of a limo by a wide shouldered man who fistbumped Jackson. Y/N smoothed out her silver dress (hoping to God, there were no wrinkles) and touched the earrings on her ears (those bad boys cost as much as a mortgage).

The boy bounded outside of the limo and was immediately bombarded by interviewers and questions (“How was working with older actors?” “We’re you scared?” “Are you going to see the movie?”).

Y/N stifled a laugh as she caught up to Jackson, making sure to look more confident than she really was in her black pumps. She subtly pointed in attempts to direct his attention to an interview who looked kind enough. Immediately the young boy caught on, at seven years old he was more aware of social cues then Y/N. Y/N went off to stand next to her parents, making sure to stay in direct earshot.

“Hello!” Jackson exclaimed happily, interlocking his fingers and letting his arms go slack. He looked so professional and gentlemanly, Y/N could’ve sang.

“Hello there Jackson! It’s so great to talk to you!” The interview knelt a bit, getting down to his level. She was tilting the microphone towards his mouth as she smiled genuinely.

“And you!”

“Thank you very much! Anyway, so both you and your sister have both worked with Bill Skarsgard right?”

Oh boy here it is.

“Yep!” Jackson said just as happily.

“How did you like it?!”

“Well, his costume is kinda scary but I saw him - em - get ready and stuff so - so it wasn’t too bad. I mean, eating me was kinda scary but not too too bad. He’s actually really nice and a really good actor and he told me a lot of stories about my sister and a lot of them were really funny but some of them weren’t really funny.” Jackson rambled, his tongue was officially detached from his brain. Now it wagged along in his jaw.

“What were the not so funny stories?” The interviewer asked puzzled, as she tried to reposition herself so the microphone was right underneath Jackson.

C’mon kid. I love ya. I care for ya. I support ya in all aspects of life. But if you say some of those not so funny stories, you better hope to God you - Y/N’s mind was in complete freefall, every secret fantasy, dream, and hope was currently abandoning ship.

Jackson, giddy as ever, had no problem wagging his tongue some more. He took a deep breath of air before saying, “Well, he told me about how sometimes on the show he would try to - um - get her attention and it never really worked and she never liked him. He told me that she thought he was, well, I dunno what it means so it could be a bad word … ”

“Go on, I’ll make sure it isn’t a bad word.” The interviewer egged on. Y/N was starting to like this woman less and less.

“He said that she thought he was a player.” The interviewer just laughed and assured him that ‘player’ was not in fact a bad word before asking him other questions about the movie.

Y/N looked around her as if to say, Did anyone else just hear that? Her jaw was now completely slack as she hung it open stupidly. Her shoulders unstraightened, her back slouched, and she had to check to make sure that the earrings were still hanging from her ears.

“Did you hear that?” A familiar voice asked in her ear as tingles shot down her spine. Y/N looked up at the tall god that was Bill Skarsgard and nodded fiercely, as she felt her forehead with the back of her hand. Was she ill? Because now she was feeling a bit feverish in this dress.

“Did you really?” He asked again, looking down at his shoes and smirking, his lips just parted. She just nodded again. “Well, I suppose the truth is out there.” His slight accent on the word ‘there’ caused Y/N to smile widely.

“I never thought you were a player. I thought you were …  popular.” Y/N finally said, breaking the tension. Bill tipped his head back, his hands in the pockets of his tailored trousers, and gave the heartiest laugh. The breeze caught his hair and Y/N could smell oranges and mint on the wind.

Once he had stopped laughing, all Y/N could think was just say it, just say it.

“I - uh - I well I was trying as much as - I - well wanted your attention too.” Y/N finally spoke out, raising her voice to make sure he heard it too. “Wow - I always thought you didn’t like me and I want you to kno-”

“HEY CAN WE GET A PHOTO OF YOU GUYS?!” A photographer interjected the sweet moment much to Y/N’s dismay. But Bill snaked his hand on her waist and softly pulled her into him, so she was pressed into his long torso. She smiled at the small gesture, looking down at his hand as she felt him smile down on her.