i really don't know why i thought this had to be giffed but i did

Messy hair, Don't care

OML . I saw a few gifs of Sebastian Stan’s messy hair and I GOT THE FEELS.

So I did a smutty n fluffy af one shot outta this cuz I couldn’t resist. I apologize because it might not be well written but it was stuck in my head ALL DAY LONG.


I was happy I decided to come along with Sebastian to this Comic-Con. Leaving my usual worries back at home and taking care of myself. Of course Stan still had to work, but I liked being able to support him. The best part was when the day was over, he’d come back to the room and make love to you for hours.

Today he had meetings with some important people, so I took the morning to enjoy the pool with Elsa -Chris Hemsworth’s wife- and her babygirl. “The twins stayed back home with grandma’.” she’d said. You played around with India all morning, she was a really playful one. When lunch time arrived, both of you headed to your respective rooms to shower and be ready for the afternoon activities.

As I got out of the shower -with a towel around my body and another on my head- the room door flew open and my husband walked in. Looking like he just ran a marathon. “Are you okay?” I ask, he chuckled and looked at me closing the door. “I am… very horny, that’s what I am.” he mumbles, liking his lips as he inspects my body. I cock an eyebrow at him, a perky smile appearing on my lips. “Why would that be?” I ask and he walks towards me. “There was this one picture of you in your bikini today..” he trails off putting a hand in your waist. You giggle when he pulls you closer to his body and he bites his lower lip. “And another one with India on your hip, you two looked so cute.” he grabs a hair that has slipped from the towel on your head, smiling.

“And just the thought of you as a mom seemed so hot for a second.” his eyes are on your body now and you can feel the growing bulge under his pants. You immediately pull him into a passionate kiss and it turns wild in a matter of seconds. He grabbed your waist and lifted you from the floor, taking you to the bed. He gets rid of the towel of your hair carefully as he continues to explore your mouth with his tongue. You run your hands through his hair and pull of it as he bites your lower lip.

He looks into your eyes and smiles “You should quit the pills.” he says and you freeze. For quite a while you had been considering to stop taking the contraception pills you were on, because you felt ready and wished to have a baby with your husband. You discussed it with him some days ago and gave him time to think about it. And here you were. You kiss him repeatedly. “Are you sure? A baby requires a lot of love, time and attention .. I would hate it for you to not be around a lot.” You say making a puppy face and cupping his cheek. He grabs your hand and kisses it. “After the movie I’m filming it’s over I don’t have any upcoming projects for ten months, and if we do achieve a pregnancy nor will I sing up for more in the lapse our baby’s first year. You have nothing to worry about, I want this just as much a you do.” He was serious about this, he had decided he wanted a baby too. He’d even made plans to make this works. And nothing could make you happier. “Well, even tho we need to plan this out better than this… we should get right to it. you give him a big smile and bring his fingers to your mouth provocatively.

His hands were all over you again as he kissed you and you are reluctant to undress him, looking so hot in those clothes and with a tie. His lips trail down your neck making an obscene but sexy sound. You let out a soft moan as his hands reach your breasts. By this moment he is humping you, seeking liberation. My arms climb to the back of his neck as he bites my collarbone lightly, and when his fingers make their way to my ass to finish removing the towel there is a knock on the door.

"FUCK” he whimpers under his breath, you let go of him knowing he wouldn’t ignore it but you aren’t even mad. He quickly answers, walking outside and almost closing the door behind his back so whoever it was couldn’t see you naked and spread in the bed. You chuckled, your heart beating fast. You heard the indistinct conversation of your husband with the person who knocked to your door and you could hear his nervous laughs. He was acting very awkward and you couldn’t even see him. This man would make the best father on the entire universe and you knew it.

Originally posted by eatalotandsleepalot

Covergirls don't cry - Sirius Black x Reader

Request: “Hi gorgeous, may I request an imagine with Sirius and shy, slightly bigger Hufflepuff, please? I’m absolutely in love with your writing! xx”

I am not going to say x plus size reader. Plus what? Size? Does it really matter?
YOU, yes you, you are BEAUTIFUL. 
You are worth it. You are more than enough. Size, weight, height…. they are insignificant numbers. Those numbers can’t count perfection! I’m telling you this because I was once in that very same place. And then, I loved me. 
“If tomorrow, women woke up and decided they really liked their bodies, just think how many industries would go out of business.”― dr. Gail Dines
The gifs are not mine. Credits to their original owner. 
Warnings: PLEASE don’t doubt yourself. Please. Other than that, my English and swearing. 

You were not comfortable. 
It was extremely hot yesterday. Like hot-hot. So, naturally, everyone had worn as few pieces of clothing as possible. Except you. You couldn’t bring yourself to get out of your dorm. How could you wear a mini skirt or shorts? You couldn’t.
It wasn’t that you were that chubby. Just slightly bigger than the other girls.  A little more bum, a bit bigger sternum, no abs, no thigh gap. You had a little more going on than you wanted to but even when you tried-and you had tried many times-those pounds wouldn’t go away.  
So, you played sick. You were sick. With this. All of it. There are things you couldn’t tell anyone. You couldn’t tell you how many times you looked in the mirror in the hope that the body looking back at you would be somehow different from the reality. You couldn’t tell anyone how many times you pinched the fat on your thighs and thought “shit”.  You couldn’t tell anyone how many times you thought about your weight, or your waist measurement, or just about your body generally, which seemed to have become a battleground. Too many things you couldn’t tell. You have been told hundreds of times that you should be ashamed of your body, that you should conceal it, cover it, that you should do whatever it fucking takes to make it smaller regardless of the impact on your happiness. And it hurt. It hurt so much, that there were days that it was way too much. Too overwhelming. And the worst part is that you have been told all those things by your own self. Yesterday was one of those bad days. Today was worse.
It was back to being breezy and a bit cold and therefore you could wear clothes that made you feel comfortable and actually go outside. It didn’t really help that you were that shy, either. Or that you had a crush on the school heartbreaker. Yeah, like he would look at you. It just hurt, knowing that no boy could ever look at you like they were looking at the other girls.
You were roaming the shelves of the library looking for the book Professor McGonagall had told you that it could help you with your essay. You were so lost in your own thoughts you accidently bumped someone.
Of course, it would be him. Why the universe would go easy on you?
“Sorry” you hummed as you continued to walk down the aisle looking at the books, not glancing up to look at him.
“No worries.” Sirius said. He took one look at you and that was all it took. You were already nowhere to be seen. He was puzzled. You, on the other hand… you were on the verge to cry. Why couldn’t your stupid body help you for once? You knew all too well the kind of girls he is into. You closed your eyes momentarily to hold back the tears. When you opened them, you were face to face with him. You had to force yourself to be still. His eyes were roaming your body and all you wanted was to crawl into a cave and die. What you did not expect though was the faint blush creeping its way to his cheeks when he looked at your slightly open shirt, just a button or two, really.
“S-sorry. Um… do you know where I can find ‘Circa Transmutatio processus’” he asked you, his voice low and his breath hot. You tried to remain calm.
“I think it’s in the Restricted Section” you said, secretly proud that you didn’t shatter. You couldn’t possibly know this but your voice was the sweetest, most melodic thing he had ever heard. He was amazed by you. His eyes drifting more often than he would like to your lips and your other curves.
“Oh, I see. I’m Sirius, by the way. Sirius Black” he introduced himself with a smirk. Oh my Merlin, that was the infamous smirk. You smiled softly and kindly.
“Y/N, Y/L/N” you answered figuring that it would be rude to leave him hanging.
“You’re beautiful” he breathed out and you froze. His eyes widened.
“I mean your name. Your name is beautiful. You have a beautiful name. Okay. Gotta run. See you around” he rambled while his voice was strangely pitchy. You were blushing uncontrollably and for a second you thought that maybe it was okay to- well, that second was history and your mind was destroying you once again.
You made your way to your room, forgetting about the essay. It’s rather ironic that you liked someone that his last name was actually one of your house colors. The moment you closed the door behind you, all those emotions and all those tears became too much. You collapsed onto your mattress.

The next days were fine. But then, that particular Friday was hot. Again. However today, you couldn’t pretend to be sick. You had to hand in two papers and brew a potion. You simply couldn’t deal with it. So, suck it up and get it done, you commanded yourself. You had mastered to wear a pair of jeans and a see through black loose shirt. It was more than daring but it was hot and you didn’t want to die.
You had managed to blend in until the Potions Class. You walked in late, so naturally, every single person was looking at you.
He was looking at you.
He was here. Damn you double potions. And damn you potions again. The only seat left was next to him. You gathered all the strength you had and made it into the desk.
You sat down quietly and waited patiently for the class to end.  At least that was what you hoped. You were brewing a difficult potion that was toxic if it touched your skin, therefore you were extra careful. Well, that made one of you. Because Sirius was way too caught up drooling over you to actually follow the instructions. And that was when you heard the explosion. Your head snapped towards him. The potion was everywhere. Even on him. Slughorn was fuming and prompting everyone to leave the class. When he turned to you he was outraged.  
“You two clean up the mess you made. Oh, and Y/L/N, help him with the wounds” he spat at both of you, leaving you speechless while he ran off to call Madam Pomfrey. 
“Are you alright? What happened?” you asked him. You were roaming the class to find something to clean up his cuts. So, that was why the potion was toxic.
You found a rag, dampened it with a little water from the sink that was near Slughorn’s desk and made your way back at him. It was awkward. You gently started to clean up his arm which had suffered the worst. You continued to clean each scar carefully. The whole time Sirius was looking at you. You were aware of that. But you didn’t know that he found you breathtaking, mesmerizing, and ravishing. 
“It may hurt a bit” you said as you were about to clean up the nastiest of his wounds. He hissed as the rag was pressed against his scars, but the pain quickly faded away.
You whispered a soft sorry before you got up and dump the rag in the sink. Slughorn could handle it from there. 
“Why did you help me?” he asked softly. If you didn’t know any better your mind would be wondering if he li-no. 
“You didn’t want me to?” you returned the question slightly embarrassed. Maybe he didn’t even like you as a friend. Silly girl, you thought.  You lowered your eyes. This was tough for you. You were taken aback when a pair of lips softly pecked yours. Your eyes became wider than the sun. What just happened? 
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t -”.  You cut him off.
“Why did you kiss me?” you mumbled. Why was he toying with you?
“I like you. A lot” he breathed out. This can’t happen. This can’t happen.  Suddenly all you wanted was to be brutally honest. 
“I am not like them. The girls you go for. And I am not the one for a one night stand. I am not perfect or hot or sexy or skinny with long legs and abs. I don’t have silky hair and I am not…” you trailed off because this was too much. Your vision was blurring. You held back a sob. You were breaking your heart just so he wouldn’t. 
You expected him to say something. He didn’t. He grabbed your wrist, slammed you to his body, cupped your face and kissed you with so much passion that you were sure you’d have fallen if it wasn’t for his arm wrapped around your waist.  After a while, he took a step back and looked right into your eyes.
“Girls want to be called hot. Women like you are beautiful” he said causing butterflies-no. Not butterflies. He caused the whole damn zoo. 
“And oh well, who am I kidding? Extremely hot as well. I mean, have you seen that body of yours? That arse, love, is breathtaking” he said with his infamous smirk while he purposely eyed you.  You let out a genuine laugh for the first time in a while. Things were good.
“But really, you are beautiful. Hell, you are mesmerizing. Don’t ever think like that again. And yes, you are not a one night stand. Be my every night stand?”. You gasped. 

hopefulmelodies  asked:

One of my family members seems convinced I'm an ESFP, but I relate a lot to Fe. I'm good at reading people, I adjust my behavior depending on who I'm interacting with, I mirror people, etc. However, I also have strong independent emotions and don't share negative feelings with people I don't know well. So, my question is, when can Fi look like Fe, and how do you really tell the difference between them?

(Gif: Call the Midwife girls. - ESFJ, ESTJ, ESFP.)

But why are you doing it?

Fe would say, “Because it’s the appropriate thing to do.”

Fi would say, “Because this is who I am.”

When confronted with a situation you do not like at all, can you disguise your own feelings with false feelings in order to make the other person believe you are on board when you are not? Or would doing that seem like a betrayal of yourself? If you tried it, would the mask crack and the truth show through?

I once got stuck at a table with people I didn’t like. My friend was there with me, a Fe-user. She didn’t like them either. Guess which one “played nice”? Engaged them in conversation? Was affable while I refused to talk to anyone and kept quiet? She did. Why didn’t I? I didn’t like them. I disapproved of the sort of things they said. I didn’t like one woman’s attitude toward her kids’ feelings. I didn’t see any point in socializing when I just knew I was going to insult them at some point. So, at the end of the day, no one at that table knew my friend was internally going UGH. They all gushed and thought she was WONDERFUL. No, it was me that had been, as Lizzie calls Mr. Darcy, “unsociable and taciturn.”

Something else about Fi: can’t tell what people feel about it. Fi can only guess. Speculate. Or ask oneself, “If they were me, how would I feel about me?” So, a Fi in a social situation doesn’t really have a sense of what people are feeling about them and might guess all wrong. This is how you can shock a Fi by expressing romantic feelings for them they didn’t see coming; they didn’t read your feelings / expression and figure out that’s what you thought. (Or on the flip side, they might read you wrong and assume you love them when you don’t.)

Fi is… alone in a sea of people, in a group. They will choose to engage through Se/Te or Ne/Te (or vice versa) but they still feel alone. (In hindsight, I think this is where some of my social anxiety came from as a teenager. I never really could be sure what other people felt about me.)

Fi’s have to guess.

Are you having a good time?

Are you faking this?

Do you like it?

How do you feel about me?

Fe merges with others because it’s fine, it’s comfortable, it doesn’t cost Fe. This isn’t a betrayal of who I am. It’s a good thing to do, and they need me to do it.

Fi fits in because it wants to avoid conflict, or doesn’t see the point in being rude, or doesn’t care, or… because the Fi-user believes that rudeness, or not being attentive to others’ needs, or ‘acting out’ for attention, or not adjusting their behavior is not who they are. At the heart of Fi is: does this behavior fit my core self? Does it betray who I am and who I want to be? If so, I won’t do it.

Lastly, the sharing of feelings: Fe’s do it naturally. They break up with their boyfriend, they tell you all about it. Why. What he did. How they felt when he did that. By the end of the conversation, you will have no doubt where they stand, or what they felt, or who they are, or what happened.

If a Fi breaks up, they tell you: we broke up. And that might be it. Or you might get the FACTS of what happened. “He stood me up one too many times.” You may or may not get all the details. You probably won’t. And when you do, again, it’ll be the facts: this happened, and then that happened, and now we’re not together anymore. It’s defaulting into lower Te, because that’s how Fi communicates its emotions.

Distinguishing between Fe and Fi comes down to attitude. Is there a “we” (Fe) mindset, which classifies itself according to other people; or is there an “I” (Fi) mindset, which has an allergic reaction to too much “we”?

Hope that helps.

- ENFP Mod

Crazy For You

YoungK and word prompt - train :) (gosh I went for someone else this time, be proud of me Mami :D) As always, I love your fics <3

Note: Yas finally a Day6 prompt! ilysm ♥ I am proud of you even if you request changki or other things! you’re amazing @laviette plz excuse this terrible fic I tried to make it great like you.. i couldn’t

Disclaimer: I don’t own gifs/images used.

Originally posted by iday6

If anyone was to ask someone at Younghyun’s local high school what he’s like, they’d tell you that he’s handsome, charismatic, all tied in a bad-boy image. He plays in a rock band with his friends, and doesn’t give anyone the time of day with romantic attention. It’s a cliche ideology, really; the heart breaker. But everyone has a reason for the way in which they act. In Younghyun’s case, it’s all because of you.

You’re a contradiction to his image, but creative all the same. You carry around art books instead of a bass, and paint brushes instead of a mic. He’s enthralled by you, the way your fingers work their way around the artistic equipment, and how they create such beauty on a canvas.

He’s spoken to you a lot, but rarely on the grounds of the school. The two of you live near each other which is why you find yourselves taking the same train home. That was when he realised that he had finally fallen for someone.

At first he thought he’d gone crazy. It was late, around 11pm as the two of you waited for the train to roll at the station. He watched you; you were wearing a black and white striped top beneath a black pinafore dress. You had a rucksack on your back, and a large folder in your arms, carrying your creations of the day. He thought it was the tiredness that washed is brain, but each day that past he found himself feeling a little stronger towards you.

It was the virus in his heart that caused him to turn this way; turning away other girl’s affection. They weren’t the same as you, in comparison, they were plain and easy. He endured a lot, his only wish to keep you safe and happy. That was why he took a punch to the eye while beating up the old drunken creep that tried to touch you up on the station one late friday night, the reason he gave you his jacket when you shivered even though his whole entire body felt like ice.

A shriek snapped him from his thoughts. He shook his head, “crazy” he mumbled to himself as he ruffled his fingers through his hair.

“Whose crazy? You wouldn’t be talking about me, would you?”

Younghyun looked beside him, almost jumping out of his skin from shock. “Jeez {y/n}, don’t sneak up on me like that!”

You giggled, “It’s not my fault you were away with the fairies.”

Younghyun playfully rolled his eyes, hoisting his bass that was wrapped in it’s case further up his shoulder, only now realising it had been on the verge of falling. He looked at you, and he wasn’t sure how blood wasn’t rushing to his cheeks.

“Well anyway, to answer your question I wasn’t talking about you… well I was… but not- what am I talking about right now? I’m so tired.” He covered his face. He’d jinxed it, the blood was now rushing to his face.

“You’re not wrong. You’re crazy” He watched you smile through the gaps of his fingers.

“Crazyfurmou.” he mumbled.

“Pardon? I didn’t catch that.”

He loved his hands away from his face, “Crazy for… you. I’m crazy for you.”

Neither of you noticed the people moving around you, or the train that waited at the platform until the shrill of the whistle broke the moment like shattering glass. Younghyun felt stupid, and felt as though he probably looked even more stupid because of his now embarrassed emotions.

You stretched out your hands, he looked down, remembering how captivating they were and watched as they intertwined with his own. He was sure that his heart was going to jump out of his chest. No one had ever made him feel this way before; it scared him to think how much he’d be affected by your first kiss when he felt so exhilarated by a simple hand touch, never mind anything else.

You pulled him onto the train, taking a seat on the mostly deserted cart. You sat closer to the window, gripping his hand. You looked back at him, seemingly jumpy even though you’d been the one to initiate the touch.

“What? Did you not mean-” Your face flushed, your hand loosening on his, but he gripped tighter.

“This is what I meant, {y/n}”

Your face relaxed, your hand turning more comfortable in his again. You opened your mouth to speak, and Younghyun was expecting you to question him about this, you didn’t. You closed your mouth again, settling for a comfortable silence and Younghyun decided that he wanted to stay on this train for the rest of his life.

patchoulism  asked:

My man, I beseech you — since you're an authority of history knowledge in my eyes — if it's possible, can you help me finding that one legendary story about some chinese ubergeneral (was it Guan Yu?) who fooled his opponent by sitting out in front of the city drinking tea and making his opponent withdraw because the latter thought that ubergeneral was preparing some kind of ambush. Thank you in advance.

You are thinking of Zhuge Liang! See, this one is one of my favorites, because there’s two layers to this.

Let’s start with the first layer: It is indeed as you said! The basic story is that this one Chinese general (Zhuge Liang) had to defend against another Chinese general (Sima Yi), and Zhuge was super duper fucked with cheese on top because he had like a handful of dudes, a lot of expectations placed on him, and nothing else. Basically, it was a doOMED case of “well someone’s gotta cover our retreat ‘cause no way we can escape if these dudes decide to pursue”. With no man power, no fortifications (they had a shit ass little “city” that might as well be a glorified outpost/town), and no chance in hell, Liang decided to take on a bit of a Gambit: He had what little men he had dress up as civilians and ordered them to sweep the front door, which he left COMPLETELY OPEN, spread like the legs of a dame of the night, ready to be filled with cruel invaders, and he sat out there, in his tiny little Zhuge Liang chair, drinking his Zhuge Liang tea, waving “hello!” and greeting the enemy messengers with every courtesy. “Please, tell your commander to come have some tea, if he pleases!”. The enemy messenger relayed this to his commander, and Sima Yi couldn’t help but see “HUGE FUCKING TRAP” and decided to withdraw that day because there was no way he was going to walk into a trap as obvious as that one.

That’s layer one: Chinese general tricks Chinese general.

It is awesome, but it is the less awesome of the two layers.

Here’s layer two:

It was Zhuge Liang and Sima Yi. Zhuge Liang was a genius strategist who worked for Shu, while Sima Yi was an equally genius strategist who worked for Wei. These two were the TOPPEST MINDS in Chinese warfare of their era, there was no match for them except each other (and Pang Tong, but that’s another story), and their numerous showdowns are both legendary on a cultural level and on a military level. Now, think about it: Zhuge Liang made the MOST OBVIOUS AMBUSH BLUFF in history. There’s no way that wasn’t a bluff. If it had been any strategist except Sima Yi, it wouldn’t have worked, because they would’ve said “it’s much too obvious lol” and would’ve attacked. The genius of this strategy is not the strategy itself, it is that it was done against Sima Yi. Sima Yi had had many dances with Zhuge Liang before, and Sima Yi knew he was attacking Liang. The moment Liang heard that it was Yi that was coming, however, he immediately put this hilariously bold gambit into place. Why? Because he knew Yi’s intelligence agents were superb and thus assumed Yi knew it was him, Liang, who was in charge of the defense. 

See, Zhuge Liang was famous his strategies and all, but among all of these, he was famous for one particular modus operandi more than any: Ambushes. Zhuge Liang was really, really good at mounting ambushes that killed the ever loving fuck outta everyone caught in them. The dude was RUTHLESS, and he had a terrifying second skill in his portfolio: Meteorology. He had an almost inhuman ability to discern the weather. If Liang said the winds would blow east tomorrow, mother fucker, the winds WOULD blow east tomorrow. If Liang said it was going to rain the next day, you brought an UMBRELLA.

So Sima Yi had VERY GOOD REASONS TO BE AFRAID OF THIS: The battlefield was invariably be the town/outpost they were defending, which means urban warfare (as urban as it got back then), and urban warfare means two things:

  1. Lots of buildings, which make great hiding places for his terrifying ambushes
  2. Lots of buildings, which make great BURNING PLACES for his terrifying fire attacks: Knowing the weather means you know where the wind will blow and if it will rain or not, and thus it means you know, with certainty, if you can carry out a fire attack and from where should you carry it. Did I mention Zhuge Liang’s fire-based strategies were feared throughout the land?

Sima Yi took a look at ALL of this, and at one additional thing: It was Zhuge Liang doing this ridiculous gambit. What if he knew I knew? What if he knew I knew he knew? etc… Basically, if it was Zhuge Liang doing this ridiculously dumb and obvious gambit, then there was no way something BEYOND CHEEKY was going on in the backstage, so Sima Yi said “haha no fuck no bye let’s go home” and did not take his chances against this.

If it had been ANYONE but Zhuge Liang doing this to ANYONE but Sima Yi, it would’ve been the story of how an attacking army obliterated a poorly defended outpost and it would’ve been easily forgotten in history. It was because it was Zhuge Liang and Sima Yi that this story went the way it did.

That’s the real beauty behind this. Zhuge Liang legitimately had like a handful of dudes and had no way of winning had Sima Yi attacked.

It’s basically the historical equivalent of this gif. This gif was Sima Yi.

Bts reacts to you having an overwhelming day

(I did this on my phone that’s why there’s no gifs, sorry)
He would see how mentally drained you looked when you got home from work, and still having to go out and see your parents for dinner. He would want you to stay and rest.

“Y/n you really shouldn’t go out again tell them how you feel, their your parents they’d understand”


Yoongi: Sleep, you both love sleep. So he turned on some spa music, you both fell asleep in each other’s arms. When you woke up you realized you missed lunch with your friend Y/fn. He’d be glad to see you calmed down a bit.

“Jagi let’s take a nap together” After*Sorry Jagi but just tell them you had a bad day"

Hoseok: He would not want you to go but if you had to he’d do his absolute best to calm you before you had to go out

“Well if you have to, let me make you some tea and we can have a bath while I give you a massage”

Namjoon: He’d see how bad you really were in your eyes, no matter how much you’d try and say you’re fine to go get groceries, he’d know.

“Y/n I’m not letting you out of this apartment until you’re better” You try to leave “no, you WILL relax, it’s not healthy going for so long in your state”

Jimin: He understands everything you’re going through, so he knows what it takes to help. He knows the do’s and don'ts and wants to tell you how to deal with it while you’re alone. So he would have a kinda serious conversation.

“Jagi I know what you’re going through, sit with me so we can talk”
Taehyung: He’d think if you were doing this to yourself something maybe had happened and he needed to help.

“Y/n..did something happen at work, or in general? You can’t do that to your body babe it’s not healthy”
Jungkook: He’s good at making people smile with his voice. He knew you loved his voice so much so he thought why not use it? You had to go to a club with your friends but he knew that would be a bad idea. He sang your favorite song beautifully and you fell asleep

“Can I sing for you Y/n? Your favorite song of course” after “I love you Jagi, goodnight”

If used credit me

anonymous asked:

I’m torn! I liked the episode but I also feel really anxious about it. Why Oliver doesn't trust her anymore? He admitted that he and Diggle had let her fall deeper and that maybe she didn't feel like she belonged this season and yet he doesn't back her play. Help me understand this please because I don't want to think like this about him. I wanted to enjoy episode 20 but this is upsetting.

Don’t come to tumblr/twitter much because of my job but I love Arrow, though I’ve only been watching it for a year. There are some I’ve been following that were really vocal about 5.19: they’ve basically been saying Oliver isn’t good enough for Felicity now and are angry at him for not trusting/backing her like she has him. Is it them who don’t understand or me? I thought it showed Oliver afraid. No mistrusting. And Felicity asking for equality. I saw a reply you gave once but I don’t know anyone who does them like that.

I wasn’t going to answer these initially because I feel they’ve been answered so fully by the names just below this but… I HAVE AN ABUNDANCE OF OLICITY FEELS THAT CANNOT BE DENIED.

I needed to vent them! Overuse of gifs ahoy!

OK, first? Q2 Anon: I can give you the names of a few people who answer questions FAR better than I ever could if you’d like?

There’s @jbuffyangel (who did her usual amazing review of the episode which should answer all of your questions/worries) @callistawolf and @louiseblue1

There are others that I’m sure you’ll find if you explore a bit ;)

There isn’t really much I can say past what hasn’t already been said by the 3 above.

But I need to clarify (even though you can’t answer) something Anon 1. You liked the episode?

JUST liked?

Well I just about had a mini coronary. Honey, I don’t think you were seeing it properly. Episode 19 was like a piece fanfiction come to life. It was an episode to grin hard about and watch whilst gripping the edge of your seat. Something to feel deep in your chest the next day.

Everything in it – EVERY SINGLE SCENE – was a moment I’ve been waiting on pins to see.

And I mean, purely from the point of view of a fan: how could you not adore the return of the looks and the talking:

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Originally posted by andjustforthismoment

True, I DO think they made us wait a tad too long (kill me now – @scu11y22 knows especially, after episode 9 how close I came to having a full on shit-fit – but just a shit-fit, not a loss of hope) for this but I also believe that they wanted the whole Prometheus Vs Oliver = Oliver’s lowest moment score to occur prior to any progression that could be made between Oliver and Felicity…

It’s because they want them - their steps back to each other - to be part and parcel with Prometheus’s defeat.

And Prometheus is representative of Oliver’s demons. Of his darkness and his pain. 

Originally posted by mogirl97

Something he can no longer run from like he has been doing for years. What he needs to face and defeat, to strive beyond.

It’s all so that the penultimate moment, episode 20, can mean so much more and have triple the affect it would have had without this.

Oliver can’t defeat Prometheus with his current mind-set. He can’t even stand against him: Prometheus has broken a vital piece of Oliver’s soul: his hope.

Think about it: Olicity closing the gap between them - healing that breach - each and reuniting possibly leading to the defeat of Prometheus. And what’s necessary for the defeat of Prometheus? For Oliver to step forwards into a light of his own making. A mission of his own choosing.

How much more epic can you get?

But you (Anon 1) (Anon 2, you’re fine girl/boy;)) were referring more to the deceptive lack of trust in this episode, correct?

That supposed absence of trust, the very thing that put a pause on this whole relationship? It’s an Oliver Queen smokescreen. Possibly subconscious on his part, at least initially. A not-so-flimsy cover up for Oliver’s real problem. A problem they’re going to bring about, in GREAT and uncompromising detail, in episode 20.

But let’s get into specifics.

It’s what we’ve been waiting for. And all of it, everything, was good. Everything coming will be better.

I think a problem a lot of people might also be having at the moment is the sudden rise of emotional intensity in the show.

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Yes, I know: random. But.

Arrow has always been intense but it increases with each season: the actors are pushed into doing scenes and playing roles they’ve never done before, into bending rules and breaking past boundaries. Season 5 has been exemplary in this. But there’s been an upswing from episode 16, especially in regards to OTA and Olicity, that wasn’t as present earlier on. It’s been very welcome, but also, a bit of a shock.

They’ve had to wait you see: there’s been too much story to tell first. We got a lot of Olicity before anything else in season 4 so they needed to be true to their other stories first but you all know the other reasons as well. Lord know’s I’ve gone on about them too.

So now, everything feels powerful. Penetrating. Worrying? The script was so forceful in Dangerous Liasons, so intense: every scene featuring Oliver and Felicity was a scene that left a mark on the audience. People are feeling the heat - the kind of heat exhibited in 3.20 - and it’s such a burn that it people might consider it an omen.

Don’t feel anxious about it: not at all. It’s about facing the truth. About Oliver and Felicity facing each other. About facing themselves…

And they found themselves in each other once upon a time.

Originally posted by curvygeekyfangirl

That still holds true. There was no way in hell that they were going to get to the root of each of their issues without them coming back to each other.


There’s no one he trusts, respects and admires more than Felicity Smoak.

But being honest with her - telling her about his 5.17 revelation (something he had to understand himself first) about his reasoning behind why he’s done what he’s done over the years - is something he thinks will make her fall out of love with him.

But it also might save her from becoming him.

This has absolutely nothing to do with trust.

For the first time, Felicity is the one he and Dig have to worry about… and like big tough Alpha males, it throws them completely out of whack.

Originally posted by emilybuttrickards

It’s not about a lack of trust or a deliberate choice not to be there for her when she has been there for him every single time he needed someone.

He can’t possibly be ok with her behaving like him because she’s more. She’s better. She’s the example he measures all other acts of goodness and evil against. No other woman (or man) has come close.

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And that’s just some of the examples and only the women.

But there’s been a lack of understanding between these two for the past year (A year… Christ, it’s been more than a year) and they need to hack it out but they wouldn’t be able to without a stimulus.

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Originally posted by beemichelle7

Boom baby!

Now, Felicity TELLING Oliver that he doesn’t trust her was soooooo deeply satisfying, not because I agree with her. I don’t. She’s wrong. But I only know that because I’m the observer.

I loved it because she was finally being honest about how he’s made her feel. And how he’s made her feel isn’t just like she isn’t trusted:

Originally posted by andjustforthismoment

It’s lonely. Alone.

Originally posted by felicitysmoakq

She’s felt like she can’t go to him and ask for the assistance she needed, the help she wanted. The kind of love she deserves. Honestly, I’m pretty sure she didn’t want his help either. Not at this stage. She wanted to rely on herself. To decide for herself. To make the choices he and Dig have always made for her. To be their equal.

What she wanted was for him to say:

“I don’t like it. I don’t want you to do it. You’re asking me to stand back and watch you sell yourself because of a problem I caused. I don’t want it. It’ll hurt too much… but I’m going to. I’m going to because I trust you. You already know I love you. And now I’m going to prove what that actually means to me. I’m going to place all my trust in you because I believe. In. You.


Wonderful, right?

But this is from the point of view of a woman who doesn’t fully understand Oliver Queen, through no fault of her own. She’s the closest any woman has ever come to truly knowing him: she DOES know him the best of everyone, even Thea…

And that is something he - subconsciously - can’t allow. He can’t have Felicity - the person he loves the most - close to his darkest demon. Can’t have her touched.

If she’d been ready at the time of their break up, maybe she would have seen something else and NOT a man who simply doesn’t trust her the way she craves to be trusted, the way she’d trusted him and still does trust him. Even after everything.

But she couldn’t help missing that because Oliver is emotionally stunted and very unaware of how his father’s promise and his survivor’s guilt have deepened that chasm inside him.

Oliver is also a man of his word.

Originally posted by andjustforthismoment

“We can protect her.”

He made a promise to himself and Dig and he was vehement in that promise.

It was a declaration of intent: I want her in this but not at the cost of what makes her… her.

Do you think that ever goes away for someone like Oliver? And do you think he ever forgets about that promise? No. It just grows stronger. It was crucial to him; especially right at the beginning of it all.

And for Felicity Smoak it is an absolute - a requisite - STRONGER than his need to protect Thea.

He grew to accept at the end of season 3 - after choosing for her for most of the season - that Thea’s life was her own, that her actions were her own, her body was her own to throw it onto fire if she wanted to.

He’d hate it… but he’d get it.

He can’t do that with Felicity because she’s his cornerstone.

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Even after they broke up, even months later with this distance between them, she’s still the person who balances his world, who gives him structure.

Originally posted by lucyyh

When she first joined the team, she enabled his night work in a way he didn’t think possible and she was as safe as he could make her. Behind her computers. In HIS Foundry. Perfect.

Originally posted by yet-i-remain-quiet

She was where he could keep an eye on her and control how deep into the life she was. In fact she only ever touched close to danger when she was in the field, which was few and far between for this exact reason.

Originally posted by andjustforthismoment

Even when she opted – even when it was her choice – Oliver (and by extension Dig) only agreed when they could control the danger level.

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But even then, things can still go wrong.

Originally posted by fponthedl

The problem is that Felicity has always been just as ‘in deep’ as the boys.

But she’s their precious gem: their lucky charm. Their lighthouse, their way home. The heart of the team.

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What happens when a lighthouse goes dark?

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The way home – your eyes – vanishes.

You loose sight of reality.

It was taken for granted, Felicity’s natural light. Her faith. He thought if he left it alone, it was stay exactly as it was…

Originally posted by gothsmoak

The light on Oliver’s path – as pitiful and as small, as narrow and filled with thorns and without forks and choices as that way has become – was, in his head, taken fully away in episode 19. He was left asunder and confused.

Originally posted by olicity-i-believe-in-you

Adrift. Lost at sea…. he’s already lost at sea.

Originally posted by feilcityqueen

He was lost at sea for years until he chose to stay away from Starling (I prefer the name Starling City to Star City btw).

After his return, she became his anchor. Slowly.

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Moment by moment.

Originally posted by thecwarrow

Until she became irreplaceable.

And he didn’t realise just how deep that went… until he broke her heart. Until she left him. Alone.

Originally posted by andjustforthismoment

They’re as alone as each other. Even when they’re with others. Even in a crowd. Even as they reached out to others, romantically or otherwise and it didn’t heal them.

Case in point: look at where they are right now. He thinks he’s a sociopathic serial killer and she’s willing to destroy her life to bring down the man who made him feel that way.

She is doing for Oliver what Oliver did for Thea in season 3.

All she’s asking is for him to let her.

But he can’t.

He promised Dig he’d protect her. Just her. 

Not Laurel or Thea or Sara or anyone else, not even Dig… Felicity was the one whom he’d never have twisted. The one neither of them could or would sacrifice. IRREPLACEABLE.

Most importantly, he can’t have her become him. He’s been protecting her from that since day 1: he can’t fathom its possibility.

Oliver has paid a lot of prices, sacrificed so much of himself. And he’s lost things and people.

Her soul is the one price too high to pay.

Yet Oliver feels like everything he has touched, every person who’s into contact with him, has suffered because of him.

And now? …He feels what’s she doing with helix, how she’s behaving is because of him. A darkness that never comes out created by him. To Oliver, he has created this path of a deepening darkness for the woman he loves. Now he has to put up with what she’s been putting up with for years. And he doesn’t like it.

Drink it is:

Like a husband who’s argued with his wife, had his words royally and correctly thrown back at him and in the dog house. Big time!

What Oliver doesn’t realise is that light can alter over time. It can grow warmer or more distinct. Stronger. Can shift and shine a new way. A better way. A softer way. Some lights can draw weaker ones out and strengthen them.

Has anyone noticed the increased use of both purple and green this year on Arrow? Oliver’s and Felicity’s colours. 

Not a coincidence.

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

When he sees her for who she really is, when he finds out how her view of him – in walking in his shoes – has changed, has grown, when he discovers that his confession doesn’t have the affect on her he thought it would, when she actually gives him a new and brighter understanding of herself… he’ll see her light for what it is. For the beauty in it. And he’ll love her all the more for it.

I think he’s going to tell her – when their air is ruining out, whilst he’s hurt and she’s defenceless – his painful truth and he’ll be waiting for the worse case scenario reaction from her.

And… I feel like he’s going to be given the shock of his life. Or something to that affect. (Am I just desperate?)

Whatever happens, it’ll make him view her as an equal in every sense of the term – he thought he already did, but there was still that last layer of bubble wrap for him/her to pop.

And in walking in her shoes – in trying to move on, in watching her make the hard choices and being powerless to stop her, in being on the other side of the fence and being the one who doesn’t get listened to – his understanding and already super high regard for her will shoot past the stratosphere.

Like Wendy said:

“She’s been through something now, and she sees him in a different light — and he also sees her in a different light. There’s a lot more mutual understanding, and even though I think it’s hard to top the mutual respect they already have for each other, that goes up as well.”

Won’t be surprised if they leave the bunker shooting each other awed, heart-eyed looks and thinking ‘wow’.

Remember the song?

I am so sorry that I bothered you
Now I know why you have to hide
I didn’t know what you were going through
All I could see was my own sign

I will just fade away
I will let you be here
I won’t say a word until you come to me
Until you come to me
Until you come to me

They just tell me what you’re in there for
How could I know you did not say?
But now I know what I am living for
Tomorrow will be just another day

I will close my eyes
And I hear a quiet peep
I will wait in the shadows until you come to me
Until you come to me
Until you come to me, oh

Ah, sweet youth will all too quickly end
And we will never be this free
So all I ask is that we look again
Before we grow too old to see

I will fall alone
My elm was sweet and envy
Still I will be crying until you come to me
Until you come to me
Until you come to me, ah

Understanding. Readiness. Love. Trust. Heart.

I’ll be waiting for you. Until you come to me.

It’s a mutual thing (though I do think this refers to Felicity more than Oliver).

And then it’ll be almost as easy as falling, his new ideal. I think she’ll give him a new point of view. Or, at the very least, a way to see it differently.

Very soon they’ll be ready for each other. The right fit.

A hero for a hero.

Originally posted by klarolicityswan

She has to open the door but he needs to make her want to first. Strip each other down to the core.

And, come 5.22 (?) he needs step on through it all on his own.

They’re going to fall in sync.

And by 5.23 we’re finally going to breathe that breath of sweet relief.

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anonymous asked:

can you do an astro reaction to their foreign s/o having to go back to their home country and they don't know if they will ever come back✨ thanks you!

YAYAYA AN ASTRO REQUEST! I’m so happy they are my favorite babies xjccbzzsthuj

note: I knowww I’m being slow with requests I’m going to get a bunch posted today, promise!

Anywayss, here ya go!~


  When you tell MJ, you can see his entire world shatter, just by looking at his eyes. He would hold your hands, and look you hopefully.

“B-but why? Why do you have to leave me?” His voice would shake with every word he said.
“Y-you have to come back, right?” He’d say, grabbing your face. “Y/N?”

“I-I don’t know Mj” You would respond.

He would stop himself from getting upset, And just hold your face with both hands gently, brushing the hair behind one of your ears.

“And that’s okay… we’ll get through this.”

He will say, tears in his eyes at the thought of losing you.

i got really soft with this my soft mj baby

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  Jinjin would stare off into space, lost in his own thought. You could see the gears turning in his head, as he thought of any way he could possibly fix this, anything that could keep you from walking away. After a few moments, he would sit you down, and motion you to lay with him. You would lay on the couch, body meld with his own, staring at the ceiling.

“Jinjin, say something, please.” You plea.
“..I love you.. no matter where you are.”

plsno plsno plsno plsno

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  After you told Eunwoo, he would be heartbroken, but he’d be more so trying to let you depend on him in a such a tough situation. He would pull you to his chest, where you’d grab handfuls of his shirt, and just cry. After you settled down, you pulled away, only to see tears streaming down his own cheeks. He’d give you a soft smile, and kiss you on your forehead. He wanted you to realize everything was gonna be fine. If he never saw you again, it’d be hell to him. But he just wanted to know you were safe, and happy.

“Please smile for me..”

perfect time to use this gif bye

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  Moonbin would be distraught, in a way that was more towards the world than anyone in particular. Why did you have to leave? Why was there a possibility you couldn’t see him again? His world would crumble, and he would struggle to find a way to fit the pieces back together.

“But is there anyway you could stay?” “What can I do to fix it?”-

“You don’t want to leave me, do you?”

“Oh course not, Bin.” You respond.

“Then please, stay here with me..”


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  Rocky has a big heart, yet he is strong. Once you told him you would have to leave him, and return to your country, he would remain silent. He would grab you and hold you to his chest, and stroke your hair in utter silence. Rocky would want to cherish the time he had left with you, there didn’t need to be words. He needed to feel you, and remember your smell, how your body felt, and your warmth. He wanted to hold on to those feelings. He needed something to know you were real, and not just a perfect dream, that he could never see again after waking up. When it was time for you to depart, he would hold your face, and caress every festure on your face before bring your face to his for a deep kiss.

“If you dont come back, please don’t forget me.” Because he will never forget you.


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  Sanha is very young, and he tends to let his emotions get the better of him. Sanha would be a crying mess the whole time going to your departure. It would tug on your heart to see the tears streaming down his face, and to hear his pleas.

“You can’t leave yet!” “There’s so much I wouldn’t to do with you!” “How will I smile again without you?”

  The moment you had to leave, they would have to pry him from your arms. He loved you, he never wanted to let go of you. You were his first love. omg that reference please kill me i will cry stop


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Why I Have To Meet Jack

You guys may well think I’m silly for writing this post, but I’m going to anyway. I have thoughts and I need to get them out. I’m a firm believer in writing down your emotions rather than bottling them up. 

Anyway. If you’re tired of my complaining about not meeting Jack, then I won’t blame you for scrolling away from this right away. Feel free, or you can carry on reading. But not only am I saying the obstacles that are in my way, I’m also writing exactly why meeting Jack matters so much to me. I’ve broken it down so hopefully it’s easier for you guys to read.

I know I’ve posted about this a billion times before, but I feel the need to do it again. I kind of stop thinking about it, and then something reminds me again. I see gifs from PAX, I read about people meeting him. I’m happy for everyone who does, but I’m reminded that it hasn’t happened to me and maybe never will. I feel selfish for thinking this, but I can’t help it.

Just wait, it will happen, I hear you say. But that’s easier said than done, for a number of reasons. If it was just as simple as being too young to go on my own or whatever, then yes, it would only be a matter of time. But it’s not.

First of all, I can’t afford to go to conventions (particularly so if they are in another country, and I’m yet to find one in the UK that Jack goes to). I currently don’t earn, and even when I do it won’t be much - musicians often don’t earn much at first, and I’m not making anything from YouTube “yet” (I hope I will but it may never take off for all I know. I can’t rely on it).

Then there’s my current mental state. Going to a convention would be difficult thanks to my wonderful social anxiety. Just the thought of the crowds, the people around me while travelling… And I imagine that travelling, and the convention itself, would take a lot of energy - possibly too much for my depression to handle. Maybe I could push through it to meet Jack, but I don’t know; would it be worth risking putting myself under too much pressure?

And that’s not all. Oh yes, there’s more. Getting to another country is difficult for me for another reason. I can’t do it by myself. Yes, I’m 21 years old and I don’t know how to go through an airport by myself. I feel stupid. Not just because I’ve never learnt how, but also I struggle with things like that. I always have. I’m particularly brilliant at getting lost. My anxiety loves it, not.

And there’s more. Since I’ve started watching Jack, I’ve been at university/college so I haven’t had the time to go away to conventions. Once I leave here in a couple of months time (*panics*), I will be focusing a lot on YouTube, and probably having to find a job (yawn). And until I find one and have money, I can’t go even if I have the time.

This may well sound like I’m making excuses, but honestly… I’m really not. I wouldn’t. This is something I need to do in my lifetime, it’s a dream of mine. Jack is my hero. I have no reason to make any excuses. These are all genuine barriers to one of my life goals. Obstacles that feel insurmountable. And it breaks my heart. It breaks my heart to think that I may never meet the person who began to turn my life around. It breaks my heart to think that I may never get to thank him in person for what he’s done. It breaks my heart to think that I may never be able to hug him. He feels like a long distance friend - or even family, if I can say that. Jack means the world to me. More than he’ll ever know - but if I meet him, I can get closer to expressing it than I can from here.

I have thoughts about what I would do if I did meet Jack. I already know that I will make a folder or something of stuff I’ve made for him (fanart, poems, etc) and I’ll give it to him. And, of course, I’ll give him the biggest hugs he’s ever had. I’ll do my best to let him know what he means to me. I’ll tell him about how he’s inspired me and that my YouTube channel is beginning to grow thanks to him giving me the courage to make more videos. I was anxious to go on camera, but he made me brave, and now I love it immensely and want to do it for as long as possible.

Jack is not just a YouTuber to me. He’s been a counsellor when I’ve needed advice and someone to care. Jack has been a friend when I’ve felt alone, believing in me even when I didn’t anymore. He’s been a beautiful green light in the pitch black void of depression and anxiety, the hope I needed when mine was all gone. 

He’s been like an annoying older brother who makes stupid jokes to make you laugh - which means even more to me as one of my older brothers, who made me laugh a lot, is no longer with us. He’s been someone to watch playing games now that I can’t watch my brother play them anymore.

He’s been a lullaby when I couldn’t sleep, cradling me with kindness and wrapping me up in smiles and laughter. He’s been a soothing voice amongst the painful noise of life. He’s held my hand when I’ve been hurting, wiping away the tears from my eyes. He’s started to heal the cracks in my heart and mind. When I was starting to lose sight of anything good in life, having less and less reasons to smile, he showed me that things weren’t so bad after all. He taught me to genuinely smile again.

And Jack is the reason why I found this wonderful community, and have made amazing friends who have made me feel cared about. You guys have made me feel less lonely despite the isolation of social anxiety and depression. Without Jack, I probably wouldn’t know any of you exist.

Jack is my hero.

I need to meet him some day.

I have to.

anonymous asked:

I think it's really fascinating to compare Barry and Cisco in terms of how they use their powers. Barry got powers and started running around saving people and learning more and more what he could do. Whereas Cisco was terrified of his powers, tried to hide them and I think still has times when he doubts his control and worries he'll hurt people. Barry could do just as much damage if he lost control but he doesn't dwell on it whereas Cisco does.

There’s some major differences in worldview and experience going in to that divergence, I think. 

Barry is… such a Gryffindor. 

Rushes in, has to be taught the value of a plan, chivalry and honor are where it’s at, saving people. Reckless and daring. The dude got powers and a day later was like “I’m gonna run into that tornado!”

Originally posted by westallenolicitygifs

That’s not normal. 

But it makes sense, given where he’s coming from. First off, he has no reason to fear powers because he knows he’s not evil, and since they haven’t met any evil metas or dopplegangers or anything of the sort yet, he’s really got no reason to believe his powers might lead him down a dark path. So there’s no red flags associated with powers.

Second, Barry was the kid who got bullied but still tried to save other kids from getting bullied (this is canon). 

Originally posted by matmurdocc

And though he got bullied and beat up for it himself, he was rewarded at home for that behavior, with attention from his mother and grins from his father with fake admonishment. “Do the right thing” in the Allen household meant “stand up to bullies and help others”. You do what you can, what you have to, in order to help other people.

And in the West household that would’ve been similar. Barry spent half his life being raised by a cop, so “fighting bad guys” is sort of inherent within his worldview from that as well. He joined the CCPD with the skills he has because he believes in helping and saving others, including his father. 

Barry’s nature means he rushes in toward danger to save people. Runs to save a kid from bullies (then has to run himself lmao), runs after the guy who stole Iris’s bag before he had powers, runs toward a tornado once he does have those powers. It’s really not about the powers, it’s just who he is.

(Which is why he keeps repeating this damn line).

The fact that he can hurt people… is something he has to learn later. For all the negative associations he gets because of his powers, all the people who die and the bad things that happen, the good came before the bad ever did, and saving people is whole worldview. That’s why he jumps in, goes too far, and that’s why he had to learn about the dangers of his abilities, that he can end the world by accident, or do great evil without intending to. 

Originally posted by justbarryallen

That’s the lesson from S3, from Flashpoint and Paradox and Savitar. But that was never his starting point.

But Cisco is coming at his powers from an entirely different perspective.

First off, the guy gets his powers activated from literally dying and the timeline changing. Ouch. That’s enough reason alone to have a bit of a discordant relationship with your powers. The first emotional association he has with them is death and pain. Even if he can use logic to work around that, his first and strongest feeling from them is… death.

Originally posted by strivia

And he didn’t even know he had powers. He thought it was just nightmares, until he found out that dream wasn’t really a dream, and that Barry changed the timeline. And what an uncomfortable realization that would’ve been. Cisco realizing he freaking died thanks to this person that he loves and who has mentored him? 

And no one else really clues in that Cisco can remember because of meta powers, they just sort of accept it, until he tells Wellsobard, who doesn’t apologize for killing him but does tell him he has powers. Not only does that confirm Cisco’s fears (”it was really he really did kill me this isn’t in my head that was real i died i died i died–”) but Wellsobard, the dude who killed him, seems proud and excited for him. That evil motherfucker thinking it’s great Cisco has powers? Would not feel like a positive or ringing endorsement, right then.

Originally posted by mynamesnightwing

So all of Cisco’s early associations with his powers were death, danger, and endorsement from someone he hates. It’s no wonder he didn’t want to talk about them and even hid them, especially because he probably knew that his friends would encourage him to explore his powers deeper, and if exploring meant seeing more death or negative and traumatizing visions, or making Wellsobard more proud of him… why should he?

Unlike Barry, Cisco didn’t spend his entire life chasing after bad guys trying to play the hero. “Some people achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them” – yeah, Cisco had it thrust upon him, at least in the realm of heroism. He was great already at the things he was aiming at - science, innovation, technology. He got to save the day with those, and that’s where his identity and his core contributions felt strongest.

Sure he probably daydreamed about being a hero in the more classic sense, but I mean, his few tastes of it in season 1 included bluffing with a vacuum cleaner to save Barry and later getting kidnapped and his brother getting seriously hurt. Again, that last one? Not super encouraging. Not to mention helping Joe chase down Grodd and Joe getting caught, right? Ouch.

But then, finally, Cisco is exploring his powers. In his more Ravenclaw way, he learned about them could articulate a bit of what he does and how it works by the time he was talking to Barry and Caitlin about them, experimenting on his own, gathering information. 

Originally posted by pintasfun

But it’s not long before the team is pushing him to do things outside his comfort zone and his powers are getting him into situations like visiting Earth 2 and meeting his evil doppleganger. Who almost kills Barry. Again, not a ringing endorsement. On this Earth, Barry and Iris aren’t evil, Joe’s not evil, even Wells from here isn’t evil. But here he is with powers and being evil. And then dead. Again.

No wonder he’s hesitant to open a breach to bring Zoom back to fight them after seeing how much damage his powers can do, how he can kill with them if he wanted to, how big his ego and hubris can get under the wrong circumstances.

No wonder he’s scared, after all that trauma and death and all the negative associations that have come out of his powers and the PTSD symptoms that are attached to triggering his visions at the outset. And it’s not even long before powers are being turned against his oldest friend. And he had visions of that happening, too. No wonder he was wary - he really could kill her if he lets go too hard.

Originally posted by felicityssoliver

So it’s sort of the opposite for Barry, who started on a high point with his powers and had to learn restraint and the damage they can do. Cisco saw the bad side to his powers from the outset. And while he had some visions in there that weren’t terrifying and bad, the majority were, at least for a long time, and he had to learn over time and through control how to find the good in his powers, the ways that they help. Had to save Barry’s life and have his powers help Barry save Tina McGee and had to save HR from Cynthia, had to really push himself, to find all the good feelings there inside that can be associated with his powers.

I guess the take away from S3 is that Barry learned just how dangerous his powers are even within himself, and what not to do with them. And Cisco learned how good his powers can be and how much positive strength he has while wielding them, the good that he can do with them.

Originally posted by ambersriley

joeyandhispizza  asked:

I've read starshollowconfessions' recent post and it says "Luke and Lorelai doesn't have a healthy relationship. I don't understand why people love them so much." Do you think they have an unhealthy relationship?


I think that in the heart of their relationship, Luke and Lorelai are best friends who cherish each other, get each other on a very compatible wave length re: humor, their devotion to their loved ones, etc., and support each other unconditionally. They are each other’s person even long before they acknowledge a romantic side to their relationship.

I also think on some level they’re both wary, in the first few seasons, to openly acknowledge that they are in love (come on, we know they are) and to take their relationship to a romantic place, because both of their formative romantic relationships have been with people they couldn’t rely on – Luke with Rachel and Lorelai with Christopher - and the thought of not being able to rely on each other is horrible to them. I think with Lorelai, she has this ‘can’t go there’ paralyzing subconscious fear re: romance with Luke for the first couple seasons, because Luke is such a steady presence in her life and jeopardizing that for a romantic relationship that might not last is just too terrifying to her. So they both do some growing by having serious relationships with other people prior to being ready to embark in that together.

Once they do get together, I think that the connection between them is definitely strained sometimes and they struggle to figure out what to do in this new territory where they’re supposed to build a life together; they’re two fiercely independent people who used the “I can do this on my own, I don’t need a life partner” mentality as armor for years and years. They were both parted from their parents when they were very young – Luke because of his parents’ early deaths, and Lorelai because of course she ran away – and I think they both are sort of in a state of arrested development because they both grew up on the outside (had successful careers, etc.) while remaining really inexperienced in personal relationships.

Lorelai has a tendency to totally detach and cut ties completely with her loved ones when they hurt her or she can’t see a way to work things out with them (her parents; Max; Rory – RORY, HER OWN CHILD, THE PERSON SHE’S SUPPOSED TO SUPPORT UNCONDITIONALLY – in the first half of s6; Luke at the end of s6; in early s3 when she tells Christopher, “Don’t you understand that I can’t talk to you because it hurts talking to you, really hurts! Standing here right now is killing me, okay? Don’t you understand that?”, it really conveys her total inability to stay in place when a relationship has begun to hurt). Luke has a tendency to want to go everything alone and not let anyone in when he’s dealing with something that’s hard for him (his Jess struggles; fake-moving to Litchfield; his dark day; April). For both of them, these are big personality flaws that they really need to work on, and are sort of the central issues they’re both up against when struggling with themselves throughout the series.

People might say that Luke and Lorelai seem too different to be together on the surface, but actually, I think it’s that they’re too similar in that particular area. They’ve both got that reflex of withdrawing when stuff gets hard and convincing themselves they’re just fine on their own. But I also think being like that is an important part of the bond between them, because they have this sort of space all their own that they share where they both balk often at traditional relationships and at the general follies of humanity, but they’re together in feeling that way. I’ve said before that part of why I love them together is that Luke is a grumpy misanthropist and Lorelai is a cheerful misanthropist, but they both have this sort of “let’s mock and hate on the world and how much we find folly in it together!” mentality that, okay, sounds bleak when I type it out like that but is actually DELIGHTFUL and BEAUTIFUL TO ME because it’s such a specific kind of bond. I think they would both be miserable if they didn’t have a partner that understood that and had that ‘people drive me crazy, but also I couldn’t live without the select few of ‘em that I adore’ perspective.

So in short! In terms of communication and staying open with each other about their feelings for each other, yeah, Luke and Lorelai have definitely got some serious conflicts to work through – especially because they’re so used to not communicating about their feelings for each other, since for years it became second nature for both of them to deny they were in love with each other. It became like a survival instinct to keep that from each other, and once they’re together, it’s hard for them to shake it off.

But I don’t think that negates the value of their relationship, or overpowers the good things they share. It just means they’re human beings with personalities and therefore with issues, and it takes them awhile to figure out how to reconcile those issues and have a life together. The most important thing to me is that they are best friends who delight in each other and support each other.

The end! wHY DID THIS POST GET SO LONG. I probably should’ve just said “NO WAY BRO” and added that gif of James Van Der Beek doing the finger wag of disapproval. That’s what Lorelai would have wanted.

baby-baby-boo  asked:

Oh ok! Could you do a seventeen gif reaction to their famous girlfriend singing Why Don't You Love Me by Beyoncé and looking at them throughout the whole performance? I hope this isn't too complicated, thank you in advance though dolls💕

Hi there it’s not too complicated at all but I think they would have similar responses, I’ll try my best with this though and hope you like how it turns out my dear and sorry if it’s bad!



Originally posted by scoupstv

Ashamed. Had he not loved you enough? Was this song really for him? Was he not showing you enough affection? Why didn’t he notice you were upset? He would continue to ponder these things and have a very serious talk with you, hoping to be better for you if you wanted to stay with him.


Originally posted by rappershua

Confused. Was he making you give him too much attention and not giving you enough? Did he not tell you he loved you enough? Was he not enough? Obviously you wanted more from him so he’ll do his best to give you what you need from him.


Originally posted by visual-17

Hurt. He thought everything was going well. Was it his job? Was it your job? Was there just not enough time between the two of you being so busy? He wanted to be perfect for you and obviously he’d let you down, he’s going to be blaming himself for a long time.


Originally posted by wonnhao

Angry. Not really at you but at the situation. How had it come to this? How did the two of you get to this point? Did it really have to come so far? Why didn’t he see the signs before?


Originally posted by lerxpoe

Sad. He’s been trying really hard he thought. Maybe he wasn’t enough. What if his best just wasn’t good enough for you? What if this was the end for the two of you? He doesn’t want to lose you but also doesn’t quite know what to do but he’ll learn and try his hardest.


Originally posted by allurity

Shocked. He loved you how could this happen? What was even happening? Was this just a song? But why were you looking at him that way? Did he do something wrong? He thought you guys were close and had a special bond, was it just him?


Originally posted by mountean

Quiet. He knew he was bad at expressing himself, but this? Was he really that bad? Did he spend too much time on his work? Did he forget one too many special days? He’ll slowly begin to panic on the inside but remain calm outwardly, he can’t lose you - he won’t lose you he’s already made you his whole world he just has to show you that right?


Originally posted by jongindiaries

Indecisive. He doesn’t know whether to jam and cheer you on or to really focus on what lyrics you’re belting out as your eyes bore into his. Once reality sinks in he settles and can’t believe what he’s hearing. He doesn’t love you? Since when? He doesn’t need you? Who said? What were you going on about? What kind of song was this? Who picked this song? There was so much that needed to be talked about later.


Originally posted by sunkissedhao

Reserved. He didn’t expect such a thing from you and he didn’t quite know how to feel about it. Did he ask you about it? Did he let it go for now? Was it just a song or did you really feel that way? He wasn’t sure what to do so will take his time before making any decisions.


Originally posted by wonnhao

Queasy. He was breaking out in a nervous sweat and fidgeting in his seat, wasn’t this performance over yet? He really needed to talk to you? Did you really mean those things you said? Are you done with him? Was he mean to you? He keeps thinking back to those little bickering moments you had and mentally slaps himself for being so stubborn. He’ll fix this, he has to fix this.


Originally posted by strawberryboo

Disbelieving. How could you sing this song with such a fire in your eyes? What had he ever done that was even that bad? He couldn’t think of anything that would set this off. Was it something he said? Was it something he did? Was it just him all together? Was did this mean?


Originally posted by sneezes

Vernoff. At this point he couldn’t even make sense of breathing let alone what was happening. Those words hit him so hard he’s just beside himself with worry and where does he even begin in a situation like this? He thought he was doing good with you, that you were good together, but you’ve just shattered his entire world with one song and he may take some time to straighten his thoughts.


Originally posted by litaeral

Scared. Before you he’s never connected with anybody so well and now here you were saying he didn’t love you? How does he react to that? What does he do to show you what you mean to him? He’s not equipped to deal with this kind of situation, he’ll need a lot of help and time to deal with this and to get to a better place for you. 

anonymous asked:

hcs on lavi and tyki giving off their crush a wrong first impression, and later when they try to fix it? hope this makes sense lmao


Originally posted by pixelatedcrow

  • He had always thought you were pretty when you first met him and somehow or rather, he had a teensy little crush on you. 
  • And somehow, being the way he is, he had no sense of personal space and…he never expected you to misunderstand till this point. 
  • “It’s alright, I get it,” You smiled widely at him but your next words felt like a tight slap to his face, “You’re in love with Allen.” 
  • “What?” Did he even hear that right? 
  • “You’re. in. love. with. Allen. Walker,” You spelling out that way did not make the situation any better, “I see the way you hang all over him and I just want to tell you…” You reached out, folding his hands into yours, “I fully support your relationship.” 
  • What? 
  • At this point, Lavi’s brain had already broke down. 
  • And for the first time in life, Lavi is loss for words. 
    • Is that how everyone perceive me when I’m around Allen? 
    • Wait…no, that’s not the problem right now. 
  • “So, when are you going to tell Allen?” 
  • “What? No! I’m not going to tell him,” He immediately realises the wrong choice of words. 
  • “You’re that shy?” The way you looked at him was incredulous, “Don’t worry. I’m sure he feels the same way!” 
  • “That’s not-” 
  • “I’ve known that the two of you are perfect for each other since the first time I met the both of you,” He couldn’t get a word in now, “I will do whatever I can to help you!” 
  • “So go for it!” 
  • He had to stop it before it gets out of control. 
  • “__________!” He grabs you by your shoulders (firmly but gently), his eyes filled with seriousness, “You got it all wrong.” 
  • You stared at him bug eyed and confused. 
  • “The one that I like is you…” 


Originally posted by wolfinthemaze

  • You were travelling along with Crack, Momo and Eeze when Tyki came back to visit.
  • Somehow, you piqued his interest. You were wearing casual working clothes and pants but the way you carry yourself had a hint of grace almost as if you had been someone of a higher status.
  • And he found himself observing you more and more, taking notice of every little movement you make. 
  • And each time, he was called off to do his “job”, he find himself thinking of you a lot…wondering what you been doing while he’s gone…
  • He thought he was being charming really…
  • But he sure as hell not expected you to come up with that crazy conclusion.
  • He handed you something (expansive) that he picked up along the way and toss the bag of gold and wad of cash onto the table…
  • He thought you would be happy but you looked more than uncomfortable and a little bit worried. 
  • “What’s wrong, love?” 
  • “It’s just…” You hesitated then shook your head, “No, it’s nothing…” 
  • “If it’s just nothing…you wouldn’t have that look on your face,” He casually leaned against the table, “Tell me.” 
  • “…” You couldn’t even looked in his eye. You didn’t know how to confront him.
  • But what’s done needed to be done. 
  • You stepped forward, putting on your straightest face and grasp his shoulders gently, staring him in the eye, “Tyki…I know what you’ve been doing last summer.” 
  • “Hnn?”
  • “Your job,” Your expression fell, “Ty…you don’t have to keep doing this..” 
  • He blinked. You know about his job…? You know that he’s a Noah? That charming smirk of his nearly slid off. Oh, that wouldn’t do at all. And such a pity too. He was starting to get fond of you. 
  • “I know you’re pretty and people will pay good money, but you don’t have to be an escort if you don’t want to.” 
  • He blinks. What? 
  • “Don’t misunderstand!” You waved your arms frantically, “If you like being an escort there’s really no problem at all but it’s for us-” 
  • “Stop. Stop right there!” Tyki clamps your lips shut. 
  • How did you even come to this kind of conclusion? He pinches the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache starting to grow at the back of his mind. 
  • Worse, he could feel Crack, Momo and Eeze’s stares burning into his back. 
  • He had to set things straight before this charade goes any further. 
  • “____________,” He sighed, feeling exhausted all of sudden, “I am not an escort and have never been an escort.” 
  • Realisation slowly dawn on your face, “Oh….?” 
  • It almost hurts his pride. 
  • “Then what is your super duper secret work, Ty?” 
  • ….How was he going to answer that? 

Haha, I’m not sure if this is what you want, Anon. 

…In all honesty….I nearly wanted to use this…

Originally posted by givemetheunicornandnoonegetshurt

I need to ask really…why…? 

anonymous asked:

Can I have a chibs imagine where u have a thing w him while super young and gets pregnant but doesn't tell him because u don't wanna get stuck in charming and go somewhere else to study (uhh maybe law???!) and one day chibs sees her in another city and finds the child she's with really familiar?? And kind of confronts her or something?? (I just saw your Tig reunite imagine and loved it and had this idea!) kisses and I love ur blog <3

Originally posted by jaxjacksontellersoa

A/N: Don’t mind that its Jackson in the gif that I don’t own. I loved this idea so much that I had to start it ASAP before the idea left my head! I hope you enjoy it though! Also thanks for your sweet words honey ❤️ I was afraid to write for Chibs cause of the accent and dialect so please bare with me!

Warning: Fluff, Sadness and cursing?


Charming. The word hit you like a smack, the man you loved, the father of your child was moving to Charming and he wanted you to go with him and as much as you loved him you didn’t find it in your heart to be tied down to one place. “Filip I just can’t do it.. I need to finish school and get my degree and certification for being a lawyer..” you said softly walking your scar faced lover sigh as he combed through his greasy hair.

“Ay lass, I know but shite I thought ye would be this for me.” He said softly, you knew he was upset but you also knew he would understand. “I’m sort Filip I just can’t..” you said softly watching him grab his kutte kissing you on the forehead “You be safe love.” He said before walking out of you life forever, leaving you and your child alone, by your own choice.

“Who will I be defending? I want to meet them before I pick up my son.” You said rushing through the file as you followed your supervisor to meet your clients “It’s a big group (Y/N). I’m sorry but you’re honestly their best and only bet.” He said opening the door for you as you stepped in dropping your files on the table looking at your clients as your eyes skimmed everyone only one looked familiar you “(Y/N)?” He said scars still deep eyes still slick and hair still messy. “Filip.” You said surprised at the man in front of you, he was no longer the shy young man you once you.

Just as you were going to say something you were tackled into a hug from a small child “Mommy! I missed you.” Your son said causing you to rub his head “I miss you too baby, but mommy is busy working, can you wait outside for me.” You said looking down at the boy who was the spitting image of his father “Can I color?” He asked as you nodded walking towards Filip “ ‘cuse me mister, but you’re in front of my books.” Your son said pointing to the top book, Filip passed the book to him looking at your son “How old are ye lad?” He asked as you son took the book softly “Eight.” He said smiling “Thank you mister.” He nodded as he walked away from Filip.

You went over the case with the boys giving them their options and having them write their statements. As everything was finished and wrapped up the boys nodded thanking you as they took their leave from your office, everyone besides Filip “Is he mine lass?” He asked, his voice breaking as if he was near tears , you nodded your head looking down in shame “Why didn’t ye tell me? Why did ye let me just walk away?” He said grabbing your hands causing you to look at him “I couldn’t tell you.. you had already started being a prospect, I know how much the club meant to you, I didn’t want to take that away.” You said looking at him his eyes full with tears.

“Does he know anything about his da?” He asked softly “He knows who you are Filip, I’ve shown him pictures of you.” You said smiling “I never lied to him, I had no reason to be ashamed of you.” You said as your son popped up in between you both “Since daddy’s here and finished with his business trip can we go eat dinner together?” Your son asked holding Filips leg as he smiled a tear slipping “Of course lad, me, ye, your ma and all your uncles.” Filip said grabbing him picking him up as your son laughed “Yay!” He yelled hugging Filip by his neck “I love you dad.” He said softly as Filip held him closer. “I love ye too son.” He said softly grabbing you pulling you into a hug “I love ye both.” He said softly as you had now begun to cry.

a good life.

pairing: riley matthews & lucas friar 
word count: 1,212 
prompt: “day five: future -  jump past the canon world we know and take a shot at where these losers will be down the road” 
written for: rucas fanfic week 2017 
summary: because who knows what’s going to happen in the future, but riley and lucas know as long as they have each other, they have nothing to worry about 
notes: this fic is…not my best, but i’m not totally unhappy with the final result. this isn’t necessarily a future fic per se, but it still encompasses the overall theme of the future. the last little section goes along with the twins meet world hc created by myself and maggie @friarlucas. this fic also isn’t as long as some of my other fics, but i hope you still enjoy it! 

“What would you do if you had a time machine?” Lucas asked, popping a piece of popcorn into his mouth and leaning back into the cushions of the couch.

Riley hummed in thought, considering the question. The pair had just finished watching Back to the Future, Lucas had been shocked when Riley revealed that she had never seen it before, quite the role reversal in their relationship. They had the apartment to themselves, with her parents out on a date and Auggie with Doy for the evening, and were enjoying the time alone.

“I’m not sure, what would you do?” Riley asked, turning the question around, causing Lucas to sigh, a light laugh escaping her lips. “I swear I’m not just asking because I have no idea, I really wanna know.”

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beware-the-ravenstag  asked:

I'm sorry if you've actually already addressed this, but do we know WHY the legends flip the switch and start bullying mick in s2? My theory boils down to a) they think he's dumb b)they think he's violent and has no control and c) they don't trust him. What are your thoughts

I mean… bad writing is technically the answer.

But for an in-canon reason, I think it’s a really multiply-determined issue.

For starters, Sara is a lot colder and harsher maybe because a) she’s still grieving her sister, and b) she’s gained the responsibility of being captain, which she never really asked for and is straining her emotional resources a lot. It comes with a new weight and responsibility and having to tell Mick Rory what to do is a lot different than drinking booze with him. Feeling on the hook for what Mick does and who he offends, as the captain of the team, changes her dynamic with him a lot. Even without the grief, which is obviously part of her this season, and is blunting her emotions and her empathy (if you compare her to S1).

Originally posted by captaincanarys

[Gif of Sara showing clear, healthy emotional problem solving skills in S1]

Originally posted by lotsource

[Gif of Sara having to be called out by Martin, of all people, for being a jerk]

Not trusting him, more generally, is also likely part of it? Mick betrayed them to the pirates and though they’ve moved “past” that, they show at the end of S2 that they’ve really had at least some unconscious or latent expectation for him to betray them again. Sara did trust him, and they’re all pissed about the betrayal after it happens, but before he even betrays them, they’re all accusing him of doing it, or saying that he will.

And then, some distrust is justified, but not in the sense of betrayal. When you’ve got a guy on the team who’s supposed to start a bar fight but becomes BFF’s with the guy he’s supposed to knock out? That’s not ideal. Just like it’s not ideal when you ask him to do something and he says “I’m staying on the ship and having a beer, thanks anyway” or “i’ll be here napping, have fun”. He has a lot going on emotionally but he’s genuinely belligerent and unhelpful sometimes, and that would make them unsure how much they can rely on him (outside of crisis situations, at least).

Originally posted by lotsource

[gif of Ray genuinely thinking Mick might kill him for a moment there, which tells you something about the relationship between Mick and the team]

And hmm… Martin does genuinely think Mick isn’t smart, and that he’s below-average. Martin’s a dick that way, and has a tendency to think no one is as smart as him and to value IQ and science/math related intellect more than… most other traits. Martin making disparaging comments about Mick’s intellect are probably genuine. 

Ray might see Mick as not smart in the same way as him, but he does seem to value him in other ways, and he’s generally not actually an asshole about it. A little incredulous when Mick one-ups in intellectually or has an insight he missed, but that’s more… him acknowledging Mick and trying to overcome his own ego? (Everyone has an ego, and Ray definitely has one too, but I also feel Mick has helped him become a lot more humble, and Len in S1 too).

It should be pointed out that Amaya never disparaged his intellect after she got to know him, and he was more than willing to snap back at her when she called him an idiot back in 1x03. She was lashing out because she thought he was a person like the cruel men she’d seen before, and as soon as she saw beneath the surface, that changed. 

Originally posted by seiya-starsniper

[Amaya was actually pretty good to him, and wanted to be his friend?]

Jax’s comment about him not having a brain honestly bothered me a lot because Mick’s suffered enough mind control already for that not to be funny. I like to blame it on Martin because Jax was Firestorm when he made it, but Jax alluding to Mick’s lack of mental fortitude in Camelot 3000 as a means of testing their mind…control… whatever they’re doing (I didn’t pay enough attention) was sort of in the same vein. 

I think these comments come from a place of seeing Mick as a man of simple desires and tastes without academic ambitions, which is at least partway true, but we also haven’t seen them interact very much one on one? I also think, and maybe this is unkind, that Jax doesn’t really stop and think about it much because he’s taking his cues from the overall team dynamic (he’s very “group” oriented) so if teasing Mick is seen as “okay” and Mick doesn’t complain, he maybe doesn’t recognize the harm? He might even consider it a way of bonding with Mick, some “gentle” teasing?

Originally posted by coldwavelegends

[Jax was certainly pleased and entertained by learning Mick was actually the one with the brainpower they needed for the job, after all]

I think Nate making a comment about it really does boil down to him taking his cues from the rest of the team. It doesn’t even seem to be about Mick when he jokes about Mick having brain damage, it’s more like he’s trying to get Ray’s (or the team’s, more generally) social approval, like trying a new joke. Except Gideon steals that one and Nate’s like… I’ll stick to what I’m good at. In that sense, he’s sort of using Mick, but he also seems to really care about how people see him and it’s maybe coming from a place of insecurity. Doesn’t excuse it but I don’t think he means to hurt Mick.

(I mean, I don’t think any of them mean to hurt Mick, though Sara edges the closest with how she sort of bullies/threatens him at times, and Martin doesn’t seem to give a shit, really).

Another argument I’ve read is that they treat him worse because on some level, they really were holding back on treating him that way in some deference to their respect for Len, so now that Len is gone, there’s nothing in the way of them being jerks to Mick. I honestly don’t buy that explanation, for the record, but it’s due diligence to mention it.

Bonnie’s Ships

Okay, I decided to make a post on Bonnie’s ships. None of them are Anti because I do genuinely see the appeal in all of them. There is not one Bonnie ship that I actively detest and create Anti posts about them. If I was reading an ensemble fanfic, I would care who Bonnie was with, as long as she’s happy.

FYI: The order is Beremy, Kennett, Bamon, Bonkai and Bonenzo if anyone just wants to go to their ship, I think that’s all her ships. I apologise if I omitted any out, just let me know and I will add one.


Originally posted by vd-gifs

To be honest, this wasn’t an awful ship. When they first got together, I thought it was cute - it was the most human relationship in the supernatural show. But then…Ghost! Anna happened. Now I loved Jeremy and Anna as well, they were sweet but I hated how Jeremy cheated on Bonnie with her and frankly it ruined this ship for me because Bonnie deserved better. The writers then brought them back together in a very lazy manner because once they got together, they were barely a couple - now in real life this would be good, since they aren’t experiencing any drama, but not only was there zero focus on the ship (unlike other secondary ships) but the writers constantly split Bonnie from the main storyline. The end of Beremy just didn’t really register.


Originally posted by thegoldenbonbon

Sorry, Kennett shippers, I tried to find a good gif for you guys but couldn’t find one. So here it goes, I like this ship. Nate and Kat had great chemistry, it was a shame that the writers didn’t explore that. Yeah there reasoning was bullshit (since they didn’t have a problem with Davina being with Kol), they should have been honest and said “We are keeping the shows separate, Kol belongs on The Originals!” - What was great about this pairing was that you have the bad guy/good girl dynamic but the bad guy doesn’t change. He’s still bad, but it was the kind of bad to everyone else except you. As I said, it’s a shame it wasn’t explored, especially since I read that the actors wanted it. But for all you hardcore Kennett shippers - count your stars lucky, by S5 the show was out of it’s doors in the show’s popularity and writing. Look at the mess of later seasons and some of their ships. At least in headcanons, fanfics and fan art - the writers can’t ruin it for you.


Originally posted by queenkatherinepierce

This is a tough one because I am Anti-Damon (Sorry folks, he just gets away with a lot of unforgivable crap) but I am fond of Bamon. These characters do have chemistry, however I’m not sure if it’s the romantic kind - sometimes characters have chemistry as friends but as soon as they go from friends to lovers, the chemistry dies - Out of context, this could be a ship I could ship, they have a beautiful friendship and their prison world storyline was better than the main one. However, in context, I feel a conflict because as I said, I’m not Damon’s biggest fan and Bonnie use to very strongly hate him, there are some stuff that he did that should be unforgivable, especially since before she felt strongly about it. I think if the show followed the books, Bamon could have been a great ship, but with all the stuff that happened in the show (and how the writers brushed over it), I prefer their friendship.


Originally posted by malachai-latte

Okay, this was Kat’s strongest chemistry with any of the actors. This could have rivalled some of the biggest ships on the show. I think it has to do with their dynamic. Bonnie has been through so much crap in her life, she’s always expected to save the day and make sacrifices and never gets the reward she deserves, as a result her character has become quite serious, she’s had to grow up more than the rest of the characters. Meanwhile Kai is a psychopath, but he’s fun and he plays into that dynamic really well and Kai did become the strongest part of S6. However, I think as the season went on, the writers kept digging this hole for Kai to fall deeper and deeper in, narratively it got to the point where he couldn’t be redeemed. But there was that point where he could have become an Anti-hero. Again, other issue was with the writers, Bonnie refused to believe that Kai could be redeemed because of all the bad stuff he in, but she has no problems with forgiving Damon. This will be one of the biggest what ifs, because on chemistry alone, I ship it but on context I don’t. 


Originally posted by dont-you-forget-about-me17

If you’re still reading this, then thank you for staying with me. Anyway, now onto Bonenzo, or is it Bonzo? Anyway, to make it simple, I ship it. When they first happened, I found out from a friend since I was on a hiatus from the show and I first thought “Wtf?” They barely shared any scenes before and I honestly thought that if they were going to put Enzo in a ship, it would be Caroline (Carenzo are a BrOTP of mine). But anyway, I never understood it, then I hear about the one episode about it and slowly I got it. I think this is down to Michael and Kat’s real life friendship as they give a real human aspect that other The Vampire Diaries ships (I know I said something similar about Beremy, but with Bonenzo, you don’t forget that they’re together) don’t since they are too focused on the supernatural or having angst. Now, I wouldn’t say their chemistry is on fire, but they have a sweet chemistry, it’s impossible to not root for. These two, like many of Bonnie’s ships were robbed (especially since we were promised a big season for Bonnie in S8). I’m bitter about Enzo’s death, these two had probably the most mature relationship in all of The Vampire Diaries AND The Originals.


Originally posted by talkinboutmyimagination

Sidenote: Thank god for Fanfiction, because they write better for Bonnie than the writers ever did.

Eye Of The Beholder

For the anon that requested: could you write jealous / possessive Bellamy where he admires her from afar all the time in the camp until he thinks she is probably falling for someone else so he gets really possessive?

You saw him every day, silently admiring his style and personality anytime he graced you with his presence. He encapsulated all of the things that heroes and leaders were made of – iron will, courage, and intellect – all wrapped up in a one of a kind package. On top of brains, he had good looks. He was intimidatingly handsome from his glowing olive skin to his deep chocolate eyes, not to mention his perfectly sculpted abs that one could practically cut diamonds on. He was a post-apocalyptic rock star, girls swooned over him and guys wanted to be him. Bellamy Blake was just the kind of guy that would never pay any romantic attention to a girl like you.

He was the apple of your eye and you were probably less than a blip on his radar. Sure, he knew you existed, but there was no way that he had ever taken a discerning look at you to recognize who you truly were. Between him constantly running things around camp and the countless other girls that were probably throwing themselves into his bed, there was certainly no time for him to notice little old you blending into the background.

There was the rare occasion that Bellamy actually spoke to you, but the conversations were always the bare minimum and they always ended awkwardly and abruptly. There were the long pauses, the vague topics, and the tongue-twisting sentences. If he wasn’t so damn cute, the small talk he made would almost be painful. After watching him give so many motivational speeches, you’d never seen the man stutter so much in his life. It was sort of odd, but also quite endearing to see someone who was so talkative be lost for words. He was probably just too distracted with other things to have a meaningful discussion with you.

Then there was the fact that he seemed to mostly approach you when you were in the company of other guys. He would always make some kind of offhanded comment to antagonize them if they weren’t already wetting themselves over the size and strength of his biceps. Guys seemed to flee from your vicinity in sheer terror whenever Bellamy was around. All except for one, anyway, and that was Finn. He seemed to know something that the others didn’t.

You were on dinner duty with Finn, roasting today’s catch over the fire pit, when he nudged you.

“He’s looking at you again,” Finn said with raised eyebrows. He nodded his head towards Bellamy’s direction.

You looked over your shoulder to find Bellamy minding his post on the wall.  

“Me?” you huffed. “Yeah, right. Good one, Finn.”

According to Finn, Bellamy hadn’t been able to peel his eyeballs away from you since you landed on the ground, but so far his claims were without evidence. Anytime you tried to catch Bellamy in the alleged act, you were never fast enough. This made Finn’s assertion seem more like an outlandish lie than the truth.

“I’ll prove it,” Finn said, moving you into prime position to catch your target. He stood in front of you, blocking Bellamy’s immediate line of vision toward you. “Now he’s gonna have to move if he wants to see you.”

You peered just over Finn’s left shoulder to see Bellamy bobbing his head up and down, trying to get a better view of something in your direction. This still wasn’t enough to convince you that he was looking at you. That was until Finn stepped out of the way, leaving you in Bellamy’s direct line of vision. By the intensity of his gaze, you couldn’t tell if he was admiring you or if you had done something to annoy him.

Your body tensed up and you scratched your head self-consciously as you broke eye contact with him. “I’m under the impression he doesn’t like me very much,” you sighed.  

“It’s me he doesn’t like,” Finn said, giving you a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “Trust me on this one.”

No sooner than Finn had laid his hand upon your shoulder, Bellamy came marching over with his two friends: arrogant attitude and snide grin.

“Finn,” he said lifting Finn’s hand from your shoulder and placing it back by the young man’s side. “Don’t you already have two girlfriends to worry about? Hope you’re not trying for a third.”

“We’re just friends,” Finn replied.

A forced smile spread across Bellamy’s face as he gave Finn three heavy handed pats on the back. Finn jolted forward under the weight of Bellamy’s hand. “Maybe friends should keep their hands to themselves.”  

“Well maybe you should do something about it,” Finn grumbled.

The two guys looked at each other uncomfortably, silently communicating through a series of facial expressions. You looked on perplexed as you tried to decipher their quiet cues of nods, clenched jaws and raised eyebrows, but it was a language you failed to understand.

“Well, I’m gonna go because I think there’s something Bellamy needs to say,” Finn said giving Bellamy’s shoulder a firm squeeze. “I’ll catch you later, Y/N.”

Finn walked away, leaving you alone with Bellamy.

“So…dinner…” Bellamy said, uneasily rocking back and forth on his toes. “Good…good job with that.”

“Something bothering you?” you asked.

“No. Why?”

“Hmm…I don’t know,” you shrugged. “But maybe because you were just being super rude.”

“What’s rude is Finn hanging all over you like a creep when he knows I like-” Bellamy stopped abruptly and his eyes grew large in size.

“When he knows what?” you asked impatiently. You crossed your arms and tapped your foot as you waited for his response.

He licked his lips and shifted his weight nervously in the dirt before grabbing your arm and pulling you aside to where prying eyes couldn’t see.

You pulled away from his grasp. “Why are you acting so weird?”

“It’s because I can’t stand seeing other guys around you,” Bellamy blurted, throwing his hands into the air. He let out a deep breath and composed himself before meeting your stunned gaze.

Bellamy hated seeing the other male campers interacting with you so closely because he wanted to be in their position. He always interfered when you were with another guy because he didn’t want them making a move on you before he had a chance. The truth was he longed to be the only love in your life.

“From the moment I laid eyes on you…I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he continued. “I’m crazy about you.”  

You never thought that Bellamy saw you in the way that you saw him, but he did. He noticed how when you smiled your eyes seemed to smile too, how you cracked your knuckles when you were nervous, and even how you subconsciously twirled your hair around your finger when you were deep in thought. As he was hiding his observant glances behind the cascading trees and masking them behind the faces of other campers, he was absorbing all of those tiny details that made you unique.

Underneath that tough and audacious demeanor, he was actually struggling to confess his feelings for you. All of the awkward talks were attempts at getting closer to the point of confession, but he always failed in the end. Staring at your stunning beauty made the words get lost on his tongue and sucked the air from his lungs. You thought it wasn’t possible, but you always left him breathless and flustered, like a baby learning to take their first steps.

Vulnerability was a new feeling for Bellamy and he wasn’t quite sure how to deal with it. So he camouflaged his adoration for you behind passive aggressive and jealous behavior when he really wanted to pour out his affection for you in close quarters without having to hide it from afar.

From the first moment he saw you, you snatched his still-beating heart right from his chest.

“All you ever had to do was say it,” you said draping your hand around his neck. You moved in slowly, giving him a long and gentle kiss on the lips. As soon as you pulled away he pulled you back in, wrapping his arms snugly around your waist, and kissed you a second time.

You pulled away from him, taking a deep breath and patting him on the chest. “It’s been fun, but I have to meet with my other boyfriend in about five minutes,” you teased.

“Do I have to fight to keep you?” he asked, grabbing your hand and interlacing his fingers with yours. “Cause I will.” Even now he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

“All I ever wanted was you, Bellamy,” you cooed softly as you stroked his hair.  

“Now that you have me, what do you plan on doing with me?” he asked with a smirk.

“I can show you better than I can tell you.”

Bellamy picked you up, effortlessly cradling you in his arms, and carried you back to his tent where you planned to spend longer than seven minutes in heaven with your new beau.

anonymous asked:

I'm asking this out of curiosity, how can you just let go of a ship like captain swan? you were a hardcore captain swan shipper and you were part of their journey from the very beginning and now you barely care about them if at all. it's just I don't know i thought you were staying till the end & would even have a hard time saying goodbye to them after the show ends. sorry if this came off as rude I'm totally just curious just cuz you were so invested for years now you don't care anymore

Well, honestly, I have discussed this subject before, and tried to be straight about it, and I’m sure you didn’t mean to be rude and are genuinely curious. Still, though, it’s a bit discouraging?

I’m still here. I’m still active on tumblr, I still reblog CS gifs fairly regularly, and I know what’s going on in the show, and I’m looking forward to the wedding. I’ve made several long posts on my process of stepping back from the show and why that happened. It’s certainly not that I just “let go” overnight. It’s been going on for almost a year, and it has not in the least been easy for me. CS got me back into fandom after a long time away. I don’t need to prove my bona fides as a shipper to anyone; I’ve shipped them since 2012, been on tumblr for them and an incredibly active and prolific fandom member since 2013, written multiple novel-length fics and countless drabbles for them (and am still working on TDH, which is my second-longest project EVER behind The North Remembers), answered thousands of questions, written just as many specs and metas and spoiler and roundup posts, went to my first ever con (way out of my comfort zone!) to meet Colin, and still have many dear friends who have changed my life. I don’t ever regret any of the time I did spend on them. I have loved them for a long time and I still care. I just am engaging with it differently, and I have had to do that for several reasons.

As noted, I was super invested during season 5. SUPER. It got to the place where I was thinking about it almost every waking moment, even as I was trying to adjust to a new city and country and degree study and the ups and downs that came with that. My mood was totally dictated by spoilers or theories or how people were reacting to them or how I was going to have to hold things together during an angsty time with all the people I had to comfort/talk through the pain of the Dark Ones/Underworld arc. It took a lot out of me, to be honest. I couldn’t even enjoy the show quite the same way because I was so dependent on it all working out and the effect this had on my ability to deal with things. I’ve always been honest about my years and years of anxiety and depression and what I’ve had to do with that, and the show was something for me to focus on and to try to get me out of my head (again, during an otherwise stressful year). Honestly, that level of addiction/dependence isn’t healthy for anything, especially what is, at the end of the day, just a TV show. The s5 finale burned me the hell out after all that pain with pretty much nothing to show for it, and I struggled over the summer with the thought that I was finally having to withdraw from it in bits and pieces. I watched 6x01, but… nope. That pretty much put the lid on it that I wasn’t prepared to go back at the same level again, and probably wouldn’t be.

As noted, and as anyone who has read my fics can attest, I have no problem with angst. I love angst, even long-term and complex angst. I love serious and dark and morally challenging stories, they are some of my favorites. But as I have also said, I do have a problem when that angst results, to my view, in no measurable story progress and the endless repetition of long-played-out character arcs. I just watched CS struggle to be together for all of season 5. I don’t want to watch more of Emma Has Walls or Killian Keeps Secrets Because He’s Guilty or Oh Look, They’re Separated and Will Die. It’s just… not interesting to me. So I still love them as a ship, but I’ve almost completely disengaged from wanting or expecting canon to provide any kind of satisfying or well-thought-through fulfillment for them. I’ve written tons and tons of fics (and novels). I write all the time. I analyze things for a living. I am an English tutor and a history teacher. I’m a storyteller. I have spent a long time with these characters and coming up with and thinking through what I want to see for them. That doesn’t mean I’m Better ™ than the writers, but it also means that any effort I put in feels like way more than they are, and that’s not a fun or stimulating way to engage with a fandom.

I don’t do hate-watching, and I certainly am not about to rain on the parade of people who do still love it as much as ever (which as I have said many times, I am happy for them). So it’s just better to focus on things that I DO actively enjoy and which I find rewarding and engaging. This year has been incredibly tough for me since about last November and the Orange Nazi’s election (and before that, really). I don’t need to put my limited and valuable free time into things that are just going to drain me or make me annoyed more than I already am. Fandom, once again and though it sometimes can be anything but, is supposed to be fun. And I am trying to space out my interests and have several different places to turn to for inspiration, rather than putting all my eggs in one basket. As noted, it’s just not healthy, and I have to take care with that.

As also noted, I was truly happy about the CS engagement and I will watch their wedding and probably reblog a lot of gifs from it. But I can look at said gifs and enjoy their cute moments and feel as if I’m getting what I need to, rather than having to slog through all of season 6. And honestly, if OUAT is losing people like me – a super, SUPER dedicated fan with years of investment and high-level commitment and fandom participation and creation – it doesn’t take too much guesswork to see that it’s probably losing regular viewers like crazy as well, and that’s why the ratings have taken a nosedive. I know I’m not alone, because I know a lot of fellow fandom people who just can’t muster up the same level of investment, and we’ve all paid our dues. We don’t have to “prove” anything or get caught in the inevitable “Who’s a Real/Better Fan” drama that just makes the whole cycle even more draining. We’re just engaging how we choose to, over a fictional narrative that has meant a ton to us, but has also changed, and we have as well.

So yeah. I still care. I am still a fan. But I think it’s important to remember, as always, that fandom is a FICTIONAL space, and that the people who engage in it are real, with all the hangups and changes of interest and needs and triggers and emotional reasons that go along with that, and we only interact with each other on a very limited basis through tumblr, which is obviously not face to face and where we curate the content we want to post/focus/present. It’s not objective, and it’s fun and amazing and collaborative, but it can also provide a somewhat limited perspective of who people are, what they’re doing, and why they decide to move on from something. So yeah, that’s where I am.