i needed to say this

Even Bech Næsheim prides himself on being generally pretty decently calm about things. There is one thing though …. he isn’t that calm about.

They are laying in bed, legs tangled and facing each other when it happens. Isak’s eyes shift the slightest bit from Even’s face and seem to focus on something behind him for a split second, then return to Even.

Even knows this. It’s the exact same way his mother had looked his entire life when she contemplated how do break those horrible news to him, whats behind him and at the same time not wanting him to panic.  

Even’s eyes widen and he - with a quickness he didn’t know his sleepy and lanky body was capable of - turns and at the same time scoots away (read: more than half on Isak, who let out an indignant little hmpf).

There it was. Dangling in the space just right behind the spot his head had been a second ago. A freaking Spider. Making a strangled noise Even scoots even further away (read: climbs over Isak) and jumps out of the bed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck” his voice is whiny and breathless. Eyes focusing on the little fucker he misses the disbelieving look his boyfriend gives him.

“Babe,” Isak starts, but Even shoots him a scared looking glare. “Don’t Babe me! Kill it!”

Isak raises both brows and opens his mouth. Obviously contemplating if he should continue this conversation or just commit the first degree insect murder. Well, he decides on a compromise. He reaches over and takes it in his hand and-

“OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Isak almost lets the spider go when he jumps at Even’s booming question.

“Jesus Christ, Even! I’m putting it outside! Would you fucking chill?”

Isak moves out of the bed and when he passes Even to get to the window, Even scrambles out of the way and almost out of the room. Isak rolls his eyes when he opens the window and places the spider outside.

“How can you even touch that thing?” Even shivers. He feels phantom spiders all over himself. He shivers again. Bc YUCK!

Isak scoffs “I’ve lived in an actual basement, Even. I lived among them” He seems to get an idea because he grins when he turns around and he raises his eyebrows in a dramatic way. “I am the Master of spiders!” He spreads his arms wide as he says that.

Even can’t help but snort at his silly boy. He is still remaining frozen at the bedroom door, though - arms driving over every part that somehow suddenly feels like little eight-legged things move around on it - so Isak crosses the distance between them.

“All good now. The spider is gone, Evi. Let’s go to sleep.” He says and tugs Even toward the bed.

“Ok, but ….” Even pulls his lips in and stares at the bed. Isak looks between his boyfriend and the bed.

“Uh,… want me to search it?” He asks, shrugging with one shoulder. He really expects Even to say no, of course not but Even’s head snaps to him with a relieved look in his eyes and face and he quickly says “Yes!”

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Like on one hand I’m super embarrassed by old art but on the other I’ve gotten better! Which is! The aim! As well as having fun!

So yeah, I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who’s followed me, and especially thank you to those who have stuck with me since my very earliest n00b days. But above all! Thank you to all the amazing friends I’ve made!

@little-noko - Gah I can’t even describe how important you are to me. I never expected that I could get so close to someone and trust them that much, but with you it just happened so naturally. I love spending time with you, whether it’s chatting or rp-ing, and I can’t wait to meet you! You really are the most amazing girlfriend, and I feel so lucky to know you! I love youuuu <3

@askinfresh - Dude it really is thanks to you that I got into rp-ing. You were the first rp blog that I followed, and I felt super nervous sending in those asks, but you were always super nice and it encouraged me to be more confident and to become more involved in rp-ing! Becoming friends with you was completely unexpected (but considering how much we rambled about torturing our poor muses and/or screaming over the shippy-ness it was pretty inevitable xD) but I’m really happy we did! I really admire your writing skills, and it’s always so fantastic to rp with you! ilu beeeeeeb <3

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This user dies every time Han Jumin says “My Love”

Ok but can you imagine Sherlock being insecure with his looks and that’s why he overcompensates by wearing expensive suits but actually he hates how he looks and every time John compliments him he doesn’t look pleased and would stay quiet and expressionless until one time when John said a passing compliment and at that point Sherlock snaps

“John, enough! I get it, it’s hilarious that you call me beautiful because it’s a great ironic joke because I obviously look soo weird, I look like an alien. Ha-bloody-ha, now would you please just drop it. I already know I’m ugly, I don’t need you to remind me every single time.”

@johnlockismyreligion @simpleanddestructivechemistry @10moonymhrivertam @trained-cormorant

i really like aus where gansey is into aliens but also i feel like he’s absolutely the sort of person who sits there like “ufos are fairies. alien abductions are the same thing as fairy hills. hundreds of people have gone missing in america’s state parks and i’m not saying it’s bigfoot but” and he’s clearly saying it’s bigfoot.

To be perfectly honest this is one of the most odd and interesting experiences I’m having.

I’ve grown up admiring and adoring same sex or androgynous couples in the anime/cosplay community. The people I’ve been close with have been some of the most open minded, wonderful, and happy people I know.

For the past 5 years I’ve had quite.. Unhappy relationships. And I keep holding myself back from going and attending cons instead in of staffing.

I think I really need to get back into immersing myself in environments I love. Like conventions.

I bring up relationships, because I’m beginning to feel I’m doing something wrong for myself. I’m limiting my options as well as hurting myself by dating certain types of men, and being hurt or strung along the way.

I’m just ranting at this point.. But there are many times I wish I had a safer and more open community around me. Hopefully graduating and moving will help. I want to set aside time to enjoy conventions again. To cosplay. And lastly to find someone, no matter how they identify who I can share wonderful memories with.

kuroshitsuji’s trouble with emotional resonance

So after reading the most recent chapters and revisiting a couple arcs of the manga, I’ve pinpointed some things that made me lose interest in the series in the first place. Some people have already pointed out Toboso’s problem with arc pacing, and here I have some thoughts about her problems with character development, and why Ciel and Sebastian are probably the most boring characters in the whole series (but also where that could change after 127).

Toboso really wants to write about how the world is a dark and unforgiving place (hah, like we haven’t seen that before) but she does this in a way that’s uninteresting by making Ciel untouchable. Since the start of the series, he’s never gotten seriously hurt, and even any incidents that should leave lasting emotional scars are just shrugged off. For a series that wants to try to explore dark matters, it fails by giving Ciel no real stakes: he has a demon butler who can accomplish almost anything, and he lacks an emotional connection to almost everyone–the exceptions (the people he inarguably feels affection for) are Madame Red (dead), and Lizzie, so the options of making him lose someone are few. He has not yet failed at an important case nor a goal, and never experiences any real consequences for his actions. It makes for a poor story and an uninteresting character.

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anonymous asked:

okay. okay I get what you're saying but look. pls. Syaoran is trying hard. This is the boy that jumped in a lake because it started glowing. This is the boy that got knocked out by a coconut and kidnapped by weird rabbit things. He's just a bit stuck on the whole 'getting sucked into a book thing'. He's trying his best :(

No no I absolutely agree. 

I adore Syaoran very much. I’ve mentioned a couple of times that he’s in a very strange situation and is handling it a thousand times better than I ever could, hands down. No question. 

But I am also reading this at a glacial pace and am inclined to type out all of my thoughts as I go. That’s just how it works. If I criticize anything any of the characters do it is always from a place of love - I believe in their abilities and (perhaps) expect them to have more agency than is actually allowed by the narrative, which is where the jokes come from. 

Unless it’s Seishirou. 100% screw that guy. 

don’t get me wrong, i’m grateful that i get the notes i do on my art…but i will still always be in awe of people who easily and frequently get 1k plus notes on their work. i’ve only achieved that meagerly twice (in my previous fandom) and the pieces weren’t even that great.

so yeah…maybe if i draw…more i can…achieve that goal again :’)

I’m almost at the point where I cannot enjoy dad might content because of all the Izu/Toshi shipping.

Not usually one to put down other ships, but really?? Izuku is a child. Toshinori is an adult. They have a mentor/student relationship… he’s literally his teacher at school.

I shouldn’t have to question a cute picture and then cringe when there’s suddenly a romantic kiss. Seriously, I want zero of that in my life.

Let boys cry.
Let boys be gentle and soft and allow them to admit whatever supposed “weaker” feelings they have wrapped up inside.
Let boys sob because they are as human as any one of us and making out that suppressing those things makes them “stronger” or “more of a man”, is hurtful and is in fact just as prejudice as telling a woman that they cannot stand up for their own rights.

Don’t forget that males too have hearts and as a matter of fact, many of them are too frightened to reveal their emotions and are coming to believe that such sensations aren’t allowed to be felt by them. Which is madness! Let boys feel.

Give them flowers. Hold them. Tell them that they matter. Tell them it’s okay. Let them sob into your shoulder because it’s alright. It’s normal. It’s what we do. Please don’t make them conceal it if they are hurting. They have every right to tears as any woman. Please.