i shouted it in confidence!

anonymous asked:

hi! this is a bit of a strange question but i was wondering: how do you deal with fandom frustration? when you love fandom content but frequently feel frustrated by a large portion of the fan base? i'm a fandom baby in a lot of ways and sometimes though i feel like a jerk, it's so hard not to let other people overpower my experience. i love hearing your thoughts on everything in general, but. if you have the time i'd love to hear your thoughts on this as well. hope you have a nice day. :)

hmm! this is a great question and one I’m not 100% sure of how to answer, because for the most part I have had very positive fandom experiences. but when it comes to making your fandom experience as relaxed & fun as possible, here are my tips:

1) accept right now and forever that everyone does fandom differently, and everyone is in fandom for different reasons and to get different things out of it. it doesn’t matter if people don’t ship what you ship. it doesn’t matter if they write stories of which the summary makes you recoil in horror. they are not doing this at you. accept that you are going to do you, and everyone else is going to do themselves, and unless their shit spills over into your personal space (see point 3)) then there is literally no point in trying to control the fannish experience that anyone else is having. fandom’s a large space! there’s room for everyone! 

so the thing to do is:

2) CURATE YOUR FANNISH EXPERIENCE. I’ve been doing this since ye olde days of livejournal and do it even more intensely now. essentially: find the people you like, and the parts of fandom you like, and carve out your own corners where you can hang with like-minded people. you don’t have to be right in the thick of it, reading everything, interacting with everything and everyone. you don’t have to track all the tags which are crammed full of stuff that annoys you. you can take it slowly, and be discerning.

if you want to read meta, find the people who write it and follow them. ditto art. learn to embrace ao3’s excellent search function, and to use a tumblr blacklist. if you want to read fic and are bemoaning the fact that none of it is quite what you want: write your own! enthuse about your ideas on tumblr! leave prompts on kinkmemes! befriend some writers! I have to admit I am still pretty lost when it comes making friends on tumblr because the etiquette is bizarre and variable, but hey: the messaging system exists, askboxes exist, comments on ao3 exist. sure, different people have different levels of openness to making new bosom friends, but nobody minds being engaged. we’re in fandom to be fannish, together. 

3) if people are being jerks in your space, block ‘em. ignore ‘em. delete ‘em. I am not even remotely internet famous enough to be at risk of being deluged by trolls, but on the rare occasions that I’ve engaged in good faith and subsequently decided that I was being concern-trolled, I’ve noped cheerfully out of there. the few accusatory or unpleasant anon (because they’re always anon!) messages that have landed in my inbox, I’ve deleted without batting an eye. sometimes I share it with a friend via chat or email and we have a laugh about it, and that helps settle any residual hurt or irritation that I might feel. I’m a grown fucking woman. I keep a calm sympathetic face while being shouted at, cried on, confided in, manipulated, and projected onto, for a living. and I have zero qualms about policing the boundaries of the spaces I’ve carved out for myself–the fun, creative, relaxing, incredible places–in fandom.

4) manage your entitlement. just remind yourself every so often that nobody owes you the next chapter of that story, or the exact piece of art you want to see, or the paragraph-long comment, or the attention you crave, or the whole-hearted agreement you seek. remember that everyone has their own lives, and you’re never seeing the full picture. be gracious. be kind. try to resist the urge to snipe and snark and finger-point and complain in public; I enjoy a bit of fandom bitching as much as the next person, but I inflict it all on my friends, in chat.

5) the flipside of this is: show appreciation of the things you like. comment on that story. reblog that art with a furious tag spiral of capslock (creators LOVE tag spirals). put together a rec list–this is also a great way to show people what kind of things you like, so people who share your tastes know who to gravitate towards.

if you are frequently frustrated by a large portion of the fanbase, anon, then ask yourself: are you reading the comments? ie. are you making yourself engage with parts of fandom where people have THE WRONG OPINIONS and are writing your beloved characters THE WRONG WAY? if so: just scroll past. don’t read it. unless you really enjoy an argument, don’t feel obliged to reblog it with a detailed explanation of why they’re wrong: you’re gonna frustrate yourself and, yes, maybe end up looking like a jerk. just shrug and move on. maybe this isn’t the corner for you.

I have been following my own advice in this regard for almost 14 years. I’ve kept a handful of enduring and awesome friends from most of the major fandoms I’ve been part of, and I’m still making new ones, and I’ve (mostly) managed to avoid wank. I write what I like, and I read what I like, and I try to communicate generously and enthusiastically with people who are creating the things that I enjoy.

tl;dr - seek out the things that make you feel good, and follow them. weed out the things that make you feel bad, and ignore them. it’s fandom. it can be as serious or unserious as you like, but it IS supposed to be fun.

Recklessness (Reddie)

Summary: Richie and Eddie’s first kiss

word count: 2,161

I have like no idea’s left so leave me requests!!!!!!!!! 

Richie Tozier never thought things through correctly. Majority of the things he decided to do, he did with barely any thought put into it. He was just a reckless teenager. Everyone knew this. It wasn’t news.

But when he realised he loved Eddie Kaspbrak, he realised he couldn’t be reckless in telling him. It realised it was too important for him to mess up by being his reckless self.

He realised his love for Eddie on a Sunday afternoon in late July. They had been swimming in the quarry, the summer before high school began. Eddie had splashed water at Richie and threw his head back in laughter, and thats when it hit Richie. Like a ton of bricks.

He just wanted to hold Eddie and tell him how much he meant to him. But he didn’t. He just laughed along with Eddie, and splashed water back at him.

Richie didn’t tell Eddie how he felt. At all. And would have been happy enough to not tell Eddie at all, and to just admire from a distance. But Beverly had different plans.

“Tell him.” Beverly said, smirking down at Richie. She was sat on top of his desk, swinging her legs back and forth, while Richie lay on his stomach on his bedroom floor, reading through his textbook.

“No.” Richie said, in the same deadpan tone he had been using everyday that week, when Beverly suggested he confessed his love to Eddie. He had managed to keep it secret for so long, but in their junior English class, last Friday, Beverly had figured it out when she caught Richie staring at Eddie during class.

“Why not? I’m almost certain he likes you back.” Beverly shrugged.

Richie looked up at her, his glasses sliding down his nose slightly. “Almost certain isn’t good enough, Bev.” Beverly rolled her eyes at this.

“You’re still coming out tonight, right?” She rose an eyebrow. They were all supposed to go to that stupid fair in town. Richie shrugged slightly. “It’ll be fun!” Beverly sang at him, in a desperate act of persuasion. The group was always quieter without Richie.

“I’m kinda tired. I’ll probably be out tomorrow night, but tonight I just wanna stay in.” Richie explained, sitting up slowly.

“Okay, Rich. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Beverly stood up, grabbing her bag quickly. She was halfway out Richie’s door, when her head popped back into the room. “Any message for Eddie?” She smirked slightly. Richie grabbed a pillow, throwing it at the door, causing her to squeal and jump, running down the stairs, giggling.

Typical, Richie thought, closing his textbook and dropping it onto his desk. He finally got up and sighed. It was gonna be a long night

At around 8.30, Richie ordered a large pizza, and settled on his living room recliner, with a duvet, two pillows, and a large bottle of coke. He put on a horror film and sat back, ready to enjoy his night. Ready to get his mind off his love for his best friend.

Just as the movie began to get good, there was a knock on the door. Richie sighed loudly, pulling himself off the recliner, and trudged into the hallway, walking up to the front door. He straightened his t-shirt, and fixed his sweatpants, before swinging the door open. He had been expecting the pizza delivery man, but that wasn’t who was standing on the other side of his front door.

Eddie Kaspbrak stood there, holding a backpack in one hand and a pack of skittles in the other. He was wearing sweatpants and a red hoodie, and he looked tiny. And that was all Richie could focus on.

“Hey, Bev said you weren’t coming tonight, cause you felt sick. So I was like, ‘well hey, I don’t wanna go to this boring fair if Richie isn’t there to make bad jokes!’ So I decided I would just stay at your place.” Eddie said quickly, smiling at Richie.

“Sure..” Richie said, slowly, pulling the door open more, and stepping back so Eddie could come in. Eddie walked into Richie’s house slowly, and Richie closed the door behind him.

Richie followed Eddie into his living room, watching the smaller boy look around. Eddie dropped his backpack on the floor, and sat down on the couch beside the recliner, crossing his legs. Richie walked back over to his recliner and sat down, fixing his duvet, and went to press play on the movie.

“You can’t sit over there if we’re gonna watch a creepy murder movie.” Eddie said quickly, before Richie could press play. Richie looked over at Eddie, raising an eyebrow. “I’ll get freaked out! Sit here.” Eddie insisted, patting the area beside him. “And share the duvet, it’s freezing in here.”

Reluctantly Richie got up, grabbing his duvet, and the remote, and made his way over to the large couch Eddie was sat in the middle of. He fell back into the seat beside Eddie, pulling the duvet over them both. “Happy?” He questioned.

“Ecstatic.” Eddie said sarcastically. Richie went to press play again, before getting interrupted, again. “Wait. Are you contagious?” Richie looked down at Eddie, raising an eyebrow. “Because Bev didn’t specify which illness you had, and you know if my mom finds out I spent the night here, with you being sick, she’ll have a fucking stroke.”

“I’m not sick. Don’t worry.” Shrugged Richie. “I just didn’t want to go out tonight.” He explained it quickly, so he could get back to the movie, which was still waiting to be played.

“Why didn’t you come out tonight, then?” Eddie asked, tilting his head to the side, his eyebrow furrowed in confusion. God Richie thought, he’s so precious. All Richie wanted to do was kiss him and cuddle him, through out the rest of the film. But he couldn’t. And that hurt Richie, more than anything.

“I wasn’t in the mood for company.” Richie sighed, looking back at the TV. He heard Eddie say oh quietly, and instantly felt bad. Eddie just wanted to make sure his best friend was okay, and now Richie was being a dick. Typical. Richie bit his lip, thinking about what to do. But he couldn’t, so he just pressed play on the movie.

Richie attempted to concentrate on the movie, but he couldn’t. The light coming from his tv, in the small living room, shone on Eddies face, showing a small frown that was Richie’s fault. He desperately wanted to fix it. He wanted to apologise for his actions, for the fact he acted like he didn’t want Eddie there, when it was the exact opposite. He would happily sit with Eddie, watching films, for the rest of his life.

He was dragged out of his thoughts by the doorbell ringing. He paused the movie, getting up and walking out to the hall quickly, attempting to get away from his thoughts, and his friend. He opened the door to the pizza delivery boy, handed him the money, took his pizza, thanked the boy, and closed the door, walking back into the living room.

He put the pizza down, on the small coffee table in front of his and Eddie’s couch, sitting down slowly. He opened the box, grabbing out a slice quickly.

“How come you didn’t want to see anyone tonight?” Eddie asked, slowly. Richie sighed quietly, reaching to the spot he had left the remote in, turning up empty. He turned to Eddie, to look for it, but was met with worried look on Eddie’s face. “Rich, what’s up with you?”

“Nothing.” Richie sighed, again, taking a large bite out of his pizza slice. Richie looked back at the paused television, hoping Eddie would realise he didn’t want to talk.

Eddie didn’t. “There’s obviously something wrong. Otherwise you would have hung out with everyone tonight. And I’ve been here for, like, a half hour and you haven’t made any mom jokes at me! Tell me whats wrong.” Eddie was staring at Richie now, his voice full of unspoken desperation.

“Look, I’m fine. Just shut up and watch the movie, or get out!” Richie snapped. He turned to look at Eddie, fully now, and watched as Eddie opened his mouth to say something, again. “ You know what, actually, just leave. Now. I just want to watch my horror movies, and eat my pizza alone tonight!” He dropped his pizza back onto the box, getting up and walking out to the hallway, reaching for the door.

Eddie got up, quickly, walking out to the hallway, shaking his head at Richie. “I’m not going anywhere! Not until you tell me whats wrong!” Eddie argued.

“You can’t fix what’s wrong! No one can, so there’s no point in telling you what’s wrong! I just want to be alone.” Richie shouted. He felt frustrated that Eddie wouldn’t just leave already.

“I can try and fix it though!” Eddie shouted back, having a new confidence, and Richie knew they were in the middle of a fight, but damn he thought, Eddie looked good.  “Why are you just assuming I cant help you!? Tell me whats wrong and I will do everything in my power to help you, Richie.”

Richie could feel it. The recklessness. It was coursing through his goddamn veins. His thoughts became scattered. Any rational thought that was previously in his head, seemed to have magically disappeared. I need to kiss him, he thought, I just need to see what he does. I need to.

And so he did. He stepped forward quickly, grabbed Eddie by his red hoodie strings, and pulled him forward, before smashing his lips onto Eddies. He instantly calmed down. He had no idea how he was calm though, considering he had his lips firmly pressed against his best friends.

And then he panicked, pulling his face away from Eddies, and looking down at the boy. Eddie had a look of shock on his face. Richie bit his lips, nerves flooding him all of a sudden.

“Y-you just kissed me.” Eddie said, in a voice Richie had never heard before. Richie nodded slowly, in response. He was still grabbing Eddie’s hoodie, but he couldn’t seem to remove his hands. He was shocked at himself. He didn’t even know how he had managed to nod.

“I did.” Richie said quietly, finally finding his voice. Eddie looked up at him. His hazel eyes stared into Richie’s.

“Do it again.” Eddie said, just as quietly as Richie had been. Richie stared at him for a second, attempting to process what Eddie had said. Finally his ind started working again, and he nodded urgently, moving his hand from Eddies hoodie to his cheek, and leaned in. This kiss was much more gentle. It wasn’t rushed, and Richie wasn’t just doing it out of recklessness. It was perfect.

Eddie’s lips were smooth, under Richie’s chapped ones. And their mouths seemed to mould together perfectly. And Richie took his other hand from Eddie’s hoodie, placing it on his waist, in attempts to pull him closer. And Eddie rested his hands on Richie’s chest, and Richie thought he could melt.

Richie had a lot of good days in his life, but this, this was the best. He crowned it the best day of his entire existence, right then and there. No matter what else happened between Eddie and Richie, he would remember this as their best moment. Their first proper kiss.

Eddie pulled away, and stared up at Richie. His face was flushed, and his eyes had excitement dancing through them. Richie knew he was blushing. He could feel his face heating up as soon as he kissed Eddie.

“That was.. Wow.” Said Richie after a few more seconds of staring at Eddie. Eddie nodded in response, a smile growing on his face, quickly.

“Are you still going to make me leave, Trashmouth?” Eddie teased, his smile growing even wider as he spoke.

Richie rolled his eyes, laughing slightly. Eddie joined in, and the two stood there, still holding each other, laughing in the hallway.

“Cmon, the pizza’s gonna get cold.” Richie said quietly, still grinning. He took Eddie’s hand slowly, leading him back into the living room. Richie sat down first, and pulled Eddie into his lap quickly, earning a light squeal from the smaller boy.

Eddie handed Richie the remote, and grabbed the pizza box, putting it on the couch beside them. Richie pressed play on the movie, wrapping his arms around Eddie, as Eddie cuddled into Richie’s chest.

For once, Richie was glad he had been reckless. If he hadn’t been, he wouldn’t have had the best kiss of his life, and he wouldn’t have cuddled the love of his life all night, and laughed over bad special effects in the movie. And he wouldn’t have asked him to be his boyfriend, and he wouldn’t have fallen asleep holding the boy either. Richie was, for once, thankful for his recklessness.


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The Dragon Witch’s Monster Curse

       Ok, so this idea popped into my head almost fully formed and I just had to write it down. Inspired by a conversation I was having with @authordreaming13, heres a little.. i dont know. A little story I wish i had come up with before Halloween. I hope you all enjoy it. 

Gonna tag a handful of people- let me know if you want me to not tag you in the future. @twentyoneparades-to-panic-at @de-is-me@introverts-assemble @lilylunalovegood2002 @musicwitchthomas @sidewritings

     Logan sat at his desk, his arms crossed in frustration. He was stuck in this situation through no fault of his own and there was nothing he could do to remedy it. But because of a mishap between Roman and the infamous Dragon Witch combined with the unfortunate timing of Patton opening Roman’s bedroom door… The four sides had been transformed into different classic monsters.

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Peter Parker x Reader Request

imaginesyes asked: Hey there ^.^ Can you write peter parker finally confesses the reader that he likes her a lot but the thing he doesn’t know is the reader was actually fell in love with him at the first moment she saw him too? But pls don’t make them best friends or anything reader can be a popular student in liz’s circle maybe? love you thnx babe <3

Word count: 1631

Please enjoy my first request! Feel free to request stuff!

Originally posted by fn-2187

“He’s staring at you again,” Liz said.

“What?” you replied, spinning around in your spot to see Peter Parker staring at you across the cafeteria. You shook your head and rolled your eyes at your friend, “no Liz, he’s staring at you. Everyone knows he’s got the biggest crush on you!” you exclaimed.

She raised her eyebrows and sat back in her seat with a little ‘hmmm’ sound. She picked up her tray, ready to depart from yourself and Betty.

“If you say so,” she said cheekily. You looked at her exasperatedly and looked to Betty. She was no help, giggling quietly to herself, being entertained by your interaction.

“Liz! Stop it! He doesn’t like me!”

“Yeah but you wish you he did!” Betty butted in. You gasped and whacked her on the arm. She let out a grunt of pain but you ignored her, pointing at her accusingly.

“I told you that in confidence. Don’t go shouting out to the world that I…” you lowered your voice in order to not be heard “like Peter.”

Liz laughed from her position standing in front of you, “C’mon, it’s so obvious,” she stated. “Anyway, I’ve got a homecoming meeting, I’ll see you guys in gym?” you grumbled a reply as Betty waved goodbye cheerily. As you and Betty continued to chat your phone buzzed. You picked it up to see a text from Liz

He’s still staring at you ;)

You turned in your chair once more, and sure enough, Peter Parker was looking your way.

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Break Up Make Up // Kian Lawley // prompt

Requested : 14 ( “you look… really happy. And normally, I would love that but now that I know it’s not me making you happy… It’s just fucking with me.” ) & 16 ( “do you still love me?” )

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Three months. It’s been three whole months since Kian and I broke up. It was hard. I mean, we were together for a year. That doesn’t sound like much but in this day and age that’s like a lifetime. I loved him. I’ll be lying if I said a part of me still doesn’t. And then one day he just didn’t feel the same anymore. 

Moving out was the hardest part though. I was so used to sleeping with his arms around me and the excitement that came with living with him. The house was never quiet. Moving out to live by myself was so different. Everything was quiet. It drove me crazy. 

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Any Road Up - Part 3

From this prompt list:

25) “I swear, I’m not crazy!!!”

-warning for explicit language, some slurs and that this got way out of hand-

Part One | Part Two | Part Three


I’m sat outside Alfie Solomon’s bakery trying my hardest to find out anything I can about him.

I’d set out my feelers for any information that was making it’s way through the streets about Solomons as soon as Tommy had asked me, but only heard endorsements of what I already knew; next to nothing.

The only useful thing I got was the confirmation of where his bakery was (and I classed it as very useful because i’d have walked straight passed this fucking place,) and the name of his right-hand man; Ollie.

Usually the next step would have been just a case of listening out for rumblings of gossip from the people working for him and taking it from there, but I’ve not been able to do that here.

No, here it’s silent; downtrodden men with their eyes on the ground rolling barrels through the courtyard, (that’s another thing, fucking barrels outside a ‘bakery’; must try harder Mr Solomons.)

It worries me a little that seeing these clearly persecuted men just excites me to meet the head of this organisation, and I’ve taken to filling the silences of the day with fantasising about what he might be like, and I’m busy imagining a tall, muscular, fair haired man in a sharp suit when I hear it.

“Ollie, in!”

I don’t even have to see him to know that the voice came from Alfie Solomons himself, and when I finally clock him limping back inside with his grotty waistcoat and worn shirt i’m a little disappointed. He’s no Thomas Shelby let’s put it that way.

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Today, I fucked up...  by probably ruining a girl's life, forever, via Capture the Flag.

Today I fucked up. There’s a girl in my Ecology class. Let’s call her “Madge”. Madge is your go-getting try-hard holier-than-thou know-it-all with an unchanging facial expression I can only describe as “cat trying to shit a peach pit”. One of those constant-frowners, and constant-downers.

I even tried to get along with Madge at the start; I’d sit by her and try to engage her (read: humor her) with conversations in relevant topics about Ecology, such as the thrilling handedness of apes or edge-of-your-seat songbird plumage complexity, but just trying to be civil was a futile endeavour. Expecting Madge to be civil with you because you were civil with her is like expecting the lion not to eat you because you didn’t eat it. Madge was born to be an asshole.

Everything you said to her was met with a “Pffft”, or a dramatic roll of the eyes, and a quick retort such as “Well, if you’d actually read Carter et al. 2007, you would have known that…” She had to be better and smarter than everyone, at everything, all the time. And boy, that shit got real old, real quick. So I stopped sitting by her. And began to loathe her. With a pre-occupied disposition. I thought about her twice today before even writing this, that’s how much I don’t like her.

Fast forward to the first Capture the Flag game of the year. Being a Freshman, I thought I’d attend as a way to get out of my residence room and meet some people. The first game was at about 8:00PM, the campus was already dark, and I showed up just wearing shorts and a T-shirt. Out of 150+ people (who knew Capture the Flag was so popular?) I ended up being possibly the most under-dressed person there. Camouflage, Ghillie suits, face-paint, and black morph costumes were just some of the norm. This was like Capture the Flag Olympics.

Teams were divided into short sleeve vs. long sleeve, and the “flags” were two bicycle lights. I began to mingle with fellow short-sleeves… and that’s when I saw her. Madge. Black boots, black pants, black turtleneck, black scarf, black cap, black gloves. She was going all Call of Duty for this game – of course. Why wouldn’t she be a try-hard at Capture the Flag too? And I just knew I’d have to tag her the fuck out. This was my chance to prove I was better at something.

The first few rounds, us short-sleeves did terribly because no one stayed behind to defend, so we lost 3 rounds promptly. Each time they blew the whistle, I could hear Madge laughing. I could hear it. So I switched to defense. To prevent “camping”, there was a 50 meter buffer around each “flag”. Conveniently for me, there was a group of hedges 50 meters away from my flag. So I hid in the hedges.

Each time anyone from the other team tried to sneak up to our flag, I’d jump out of the hedges, startle the hell out of them, and that would give me the time I needed to run up and tag them out. I’d probably tagged out 8-10 people in about 15 minutes, when the stars aligned, and I saw her. Madge. Walking through the shadows along the side of a building, headed straight for our flag, thinking she was so sneaky with all her matching black gear. This was it. It wasmy time to shine.

But I was too excitable. I bounded from the hedges like Sea Biscuit while she was still a good 40-50 feet away. So I yelled “AAAaarrgh!” to try to emphasize the startling effect. She shrieked in surprise, but without missing a beat, she spun around 180 degrees and headed back for her “side” at a dead sprint. I then realized that if she got to her side before I caught her, she’d be “out of play” and I couldn’t tag her out – that was an impossible embarrassment, I couldn’t allow it. I took off too, at a dead sprint. Like Gimli, I’m not so much for long runs, but dangerous across short distances. I was gaining on her, and now confidently puffed up, with a laugh I shouted “YOU CAN RUN IF YOU WANT, I’LL JUST CATCH YOU WHEN YOU’RE TIRED!”

The chase lasted probably 100-150 feet before she tripped on a tree root and fell pretty hard, but made no attempt to get back up. As I got closer, I realized she had stooped to a whole new low - playing the crying game, surely exaggerating an injury that would thus make my “tagging” of her distasteful. But then as I got closer still, I realized she was really crying, like hysterically crying. I was still mad, so as I got up to her I said “Crying won’t fucking help”, at which point she rolled on to her back and looked up at me and shouted “GET THE FUCK AWAY!”. I leaned down to make eye contact and said “it’s just a fucking game”, to which she cocked an eyebrow and said “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!”

And then it hit me.

I did not recognize this girl.

This was not Madge.

This was some girl walking to the bus station after a night class.

Horrified, mouth hanging open, the rolodex of my mind spun as I suddenly imagined what it must have been like from her perspective: a large, strange, bearded, sweaty, under-dressed man jumped out of the bushes screaming “AAARRRRrrrgh!”, and when she ran, he ran too, screaming “YOU CAN RUN IF YOU WANT, I’LL JUST CATCH YOU WHEN YOU’RE TIRED”, and when he saw her crying, said “Crying won’t fucking help”.

I wanted to apologize, I wanted to introduce myself, I wanted to explain, but all I could get out was “Hey… sorry – it was, it’s just… Hi, I’m… Hey, you know, Capture the Flag?… PLEASE DON’T CALL THE POLICE, THIS WAS ALL A MISUNDERSTANDING” and then I ran away hoping she hadn’t seen enough of my face to create a composite sketch for Campus Security.

I never ended up tagging her, or Madge for that matter, and I never went back to Capture the Flag after that (I hear it may be getting cancelled) but I probably caused some seriously deep-seated anxieties about night classes that will haunt that poor girl forever.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! My friend wants to cosplay Phoenix but she's self conscious about her body. I wanted to make a shout-out post to help her gain some confidence but I have like 3 followers. Would you mind signal boosting this? I just want people to reblog if they want to see slightly-chubby Phoenix!!

!!!!! absolutely signal boosting this !!!

I’ve got pretty chubby legs myself and I’ve cosplayed characters like daisuke jigen and hanna cross, cosplaying characters you love is really fun!! I hope your friend decides to go through with phoenix, I bet she’d be amazing ;0; 

also chubby phoenix is Great anyway js

Chapter 22

WARNING: The following chapter may cause triggers.

You walked upstairs and into the bedroom, you remained silent and sat down on the bed and just sat there staring into space. For some reason, you couldn’t manage to cry anymore, you were literally all out of tears you had cried so much, so hard.

You stood and walked up to your closet and opened it, you slipped on a sweater and walked downstairs and into the kitchen, you were about to take a mug out of the cupboard when you noticed one of the kitchen drawers were open.

You stared at the pantry door and slowly walked up to it, you slowly opened the pantry door seeing Loki sitting in the corner with the bed sheet wrapped around him.

Loki held a blade in his hand, he trembled looking down at the cuts on his forearms, “(Y/N)” He stuttered looking up at you, his eyes were all puffy and beat red.

You carefully took the knife from him and put it down; you then picked up a towel and wrapped it around his forearms.

Loki winced but slowly stood and followed you into the bathroom.

You made him sit down on the vanity counter; you poured rubbing alcohol on his forearms.

Loki winced and cried out in pain, he then watched you pat his arms with a towel before wrapping it with bandages.

You looked at Loki disappointed, you looked deeply into his eyes and sighed, you slapped him and sent a slight glare at him but sighed and looked down again.

“Why haven’t you said anything to me yet? I’m shocked you’re not screaming at me right now” Loki muttered softly.

You looked down at Loki’s forearms and smacked him up the side of the head.

Loki pushed you pushed you away from him, “Stop hitting me!” He shouted pinning you against the closed bathroom door.

You remained silent and just let Loki continuously shake you and slam you against the door, you remained silent and leaned against the door and slid to the floor.

“Speak!” Loki shouted at the top of his lungs, “I could read your mind if you won’t talk” Loki threatened.

You replied with silence.

“Will you please just speak to me… I promise not to shout anymore, it achieves nothing, I now know that… You don’t deserve to be shouted at…” Loki muttered softly.

You couldn’t stop staring at Loki’s bandaged forearms; you quickly wiped your tears.

“I caused you do that… I made you… H-Hurt yourself…” You stared at Loki sadly, “I’m so sorry; this is all my fault…” You looked down sadly.

“Don’t say that” Loki begged cupping your cheeks, he kissed your forehead and winced helping you up.

“I hit you because you’re an idiot for doing that Loki, you don’t deserve that, you deserve so much better than that!” You cried.

Loki looked at you, he could see the sadness in your eyes, he hated seeing you upset, it killed him.

“You deserve better than me, you should be with some goddess in Asgard and she should be feeding you grapes” You mumbled.

“Why do you think you’re just a nobody?” Loki asked following you upstairs and into the bedroom.

“I am a nobody, I’ve lost my job, I’m probably going to go to prison, I’m in love with a god, a god! We both knew this wasn’t going to work out Loki” You sighed.

“We can make it work, just hear me out, please” Loki begged.

“We’re too different Loki” You heard Loki slam the door, you squeaked and turned around looking at him.

“What do you mean by different? No one is the same; we’re in love, isn’t that enough for you? Love is more powerful than anything, you told me that (Y/N)” Loki looked deeply into your eyes.

You felt like he staring into your soul, his eyes were like daggers.

Just tell him, tell him how you feel (Y/N). Tell him that this relationship would never work out because he’s a god and I’m a normal human being, I’m nothing compared to his kind. I and he are the run from S.H.I.E.L.D. You two can never live in peace together.

You sighed sadly looking down at the floor.

He is right, love is more powerful than anything, at least that’s what you thought. Besides, I do love it when he’s all gentle, loving and kind. It’s just his anger kind of scares me, I can understand why he’s frustrated though, look at what I’ve put him through, he should hate me.

“(Y/N)? Why didn’t you ever… Why didn’t you tell me?” Loki stared at you.

“What?” You looked at him confused.

“I read your thoughts…” Loki muttered softly, “I had to… I’m sorry I invaded your thoughts but I had to” Loki sighed.

“Of course! You have no patience! I was trying to build up the confidence!” You shouted.

“You were never going to tell me…” Loki muttered softly.

“Loki…” You sighed sadly” You sighed sat down on the bed and wrapped a woven cotton blanket around you, you huffed and covered your head with the blanket groaning.

Loki sighed and slowly walked up to you and lifted the blanket and looked at you, “I’m sorry” Loki muttered softly and kissed your nose.

“Loki…” You sighed as he crawled under the blanket with you, “We should get you some trousers” You blushed and giggled cutely.

“What? Like you haven’t seen me naked before” Loki chuckled.

“Loki stop being foolish” You giggled and gently nudged him and removed the blanket from your heads and threw it onto Loki’s crouch.

Loki laughed and watched you walk up to the closet.

“All I have is boxers, I’ll look for some trousers later” You mumbled throwing the pair of boxers at Loki.

Loki slipped on the boxers, “What about panties for you hmmm? I can see all of you as well” Loki grinned.

“My sweaters baggy, your just a pervert” You poked Loki’s cheek.

“I’m not a pervert, okay maybe a little but I am in love” Loki smiled.

“I’m in love too, with this sweet, loving, kind man… You see he’s got these gorgeous emerald green eyes, I could stare deeply into his eyes for eternity, his cheekbones… Are like razor blades, his face is so defined like as if his face were sculpted by gods” You smiled.

“Really? I’m in love with this woman, she has beautiful (E/C) eyes, (H/L) hair that is a beautiful (H/C), she is absolutely gorgeous, she’s a goddess, she’s angelic, I swear she gets more beautiful each day” Loki smiled at you.

You blushed and smiled, you were about to speak when Loki suddenly grabbed you and pinned you to the bed, he winced slightly because of his wounded forearms. You looked at him concerned, Loki smiled and leaned in and kissed you lovingly.

© Fan-Fic written by Skylar J. James/ Suka Jeezuma

✨2k Follower Celebration!✨

2K followers!!!!! This is insane. I started this blog out of boredom two years ago and then slowly but surely I gained a small scattering of followers who liked my stuff, and some of them still follow me now (thank you so much!). Through advice, shout outs, experimentation, dedication, determination and hard work, I’m now completely confident in my writing ability and write for THIRTY different fandoms. 

Before I go into what this celebration involves, I just want to say THANK YOU. Thank you for reblogging, liking, commenting, commissioning, messaging, asking, talking, comforting, supporting, encouraging and above all, following me. Thank you for the advice, the patience, the occasional nagging when I’ve neglected to write anything. Thank you for roleplaying, collaborating, betaing and for being the best set of followers I could have asked for. 

Now. Onto the celebration. 

@foroursweetblasphemy came up with the idea of a MULTI-FANDOM imagine involving this blog’s most popular characters all interacting together in the same scene, as well as a few of our personal favourites. I’ve been working on this imagine for a few weeks, when I was only fourty followers away, just to make sure it was all nicely polished and as in character as it can get, which isn’t an easy task when you consider all the different conflicting and complementing dynamics involved!

So without further ado… Enjoy and please let me know what you think! :)

The usually quiet ice-skating rink was buzzing with activity, creating a scene of chaos to observers. All about the flawless, glossy surface of the ice were mismatched people with personalities at equal odds. As Victor observed the almost crowded rink, he knew which people had come together and which were strangers. There were two boys in their late teenage years, heads bent over a black notebook that gave Victor chills for some reason he didn’t care to examine, a man with silver hair that seemed to defy gravity and a silent, stony man beside him wearing a red cloud shirt; both of whom seemed perfectly at balance on the ice, two high school boys with deep set frowns on their faces, and finally, a young boy who wore an eyepatch standing beside a man dressed to the nines; both of whom were observing the others in the room with near-identical bored expressions. There was also his Eros, his Yuuri, and Yurio.

Victor tried to call attention to himself. “Excuse me!” He didn’t have to try very hard, the attention was already mostly on him in the first place - his reputation preceded him and everyone was curious about Victor Nikiforov. He gave those still speaking in hushed tones the grace of a few seconds before he said, “Who here knows the basics of skating?”

Sebastian, Ciel, Yuuri and Yurio put their hands up and Victor smiled. “Excellent. Care to demonstrate?” He eyed the strange burgundy-eyed man, Sebastian, who bowed his head and held out a hand to the boy beside him.

“My lord?”

Ciel huffed but took Sebastian’s hand, “Very well.”

The two moved in perfect synchronisation. They obviously knew each other on an intimate level, though Victor was hesitant to guess at the kind of intimacy, and worked perfectly to deliver a smooth freestyle performance. At the end, Ciel was panting but Sebastian hadn’t even broken a sweat, something which unnerved Victor and many others on the ice.

“Very good, you are fine skaters.” Sebastian accepted the compliment with a bowed head and a smirk that belied his true talents. “Now, skating is all about feeling the music and using your body to tell a story on the ice.”

And so it started - the first rather pitiful attempt to teach them all how to skate at a novice level. For the most part, no one broke out of the groups they had entered the rink with and everyone kept to themselves as Victor set them to work with learning the simpler moves and getting comfortable on the ice. There were arguments, particularly between the two adults arguing over a notebook. Victor noticed that the caramel-haired of the duo kept looking over his shoulder sharply, as if he saw someone or something there that no other person did - in that moment, Victor resolved not to get any closed to them. 

Ciel had gotten into a disagreement with Yurio. They were of a similar age and temperament and both thought they could outshine the other. The man who had come with Ciel - Sebastian - was chuckling and conversing quietly with Itachi, who looked bored, though his intense gaze let Victor in on the fact that he was analysing everyone at the rink.

Victor reached out and took Yuuri’s hand, pulling Yuuri into his chest. Victor’s arms encircled Yuuri and the two held each other for long moments, feeling at home together. The lot of them made an odd group, but there were unlikely friendships that could be found in all corners of the world and sometimes, universes.

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Ciel Phantomhive: @liemarce @miyakokurono

Black Butler: @theoriginalgodsgirlrachel @ll-kirra-ll @bingewatchingmylifegoby  @sky-the-llama @miyakokurono @amoureux-de-la-litterature  @mamahost  @misfitgirlwrites @phangirl-ofthe-operra @xiumincancallmebabyanytime @chloeolivialuce   @cardboard-box-of-stuff @grape-vine @tsukuyomi011 @hagridsbeasts @shingeki-no-julchen @konan-rem @dragonesskunoichi @wolfwithabook @gaia4life @ohokaybyethen

Naruto:  @amoureux-de-la-litterature @cardboard-box-of-stuff @tsukuyomi011 @gaia4life  @thevillagehiddenintheinternet

JUST Uchiha: @tsukuyomi011

Death Note:  @amoureux-de-la-litterature  @cardboard-box-of-stuff  @xiumincancallmebabyanytime @chloeolivialuce @hagridsbeasts @shingeki-no-julchen @miyakokurono @gaia4life

JUST L: @amariscorvo

JUST Kakashi: @amoureux-de-la-litterature @amariscorvo @a-ravenclaw-marauder

YOI:@miyakokurono @theoriginalgodsgirlrachel@foroursweetblasphemy @chloeolivialuce @shingeki-no-julchen @fandomfuel @konan-rem @gaia4life @ohokaybyethen

anonymous asked:

39 and 55

I already did 39 here :)

55. “I don’t mind”

Liam’s prancing around their flat like an idiot, shouting the lyrics confidently, “even though, you’ll never be mine.”

Laughing to himself, Zayn grabs Liam’s wrist, pulling their chests flush together, “babe the lyrics are ‘I won’t mind’.”

Crinkling his nose, Liam’s arms snake around Zayn’s back, keeping him close, “are you sure?”

Pressing the tip of his tongue to the back of his front teeth, Zayn giggles, “Li I wrote them”

“I don’t know what you wrote them about though, because unless you have a secret lover I don’t know about” he says, glaring at Zayn, who shakes his head chuckling, “this song is very false. I will always be yours”

“I hope so.” It’s muffled against Liam’s chest. Liam pulls away

Lifting Zayn’s chin up with his index finger, Liam presses a sweet kiss to Zayn’s thin lips. “It’ll always be me and you Z. Batman and Robin, Peter Parker and MJ, Woody and Buzz, remember?”

“To infinity and beyond?”

“To infinity and beyond.”

Hey guys, do you remember those seven boys. Yes, those seven who hilariously filmed a show in America for us and thought they were kidnapped; those boys who weren’t afraid to get out of their comfort zone to try new things; those boys who initially couldn’t afford even one car to get around in by now are holding concerts in some of the biggest venues of the world. 

Those boys. Look at them standing on that stage right now

Each and everytime I think about Bangtan winning Artist of the Year, my heart simply soars because our boys have finally done it. They wished for it with all their hearts, worked their asses off and continued to somehow give their audience a better performance each and every time! And it’s not just their stage performance - they give us beautifully shot videos, create concepts that are out of this world, are not afraid to be dorky and “ruin their image”, are real - but it’s in everything they do, they want to ensure they’re presenting their 200% (and we all know how hard their choreo is; the early/late hours they go into shooting…we see the blood sweat and tears they’ve all poured in).

But do you know what gets me the most? These boys are so humble. In all their speeches, they never fail to say thank you to fans - us! And I can’t help myself but want to swoop in and give them all a giant hug because no, it’s not just because of us! It’s you too! We couldn’t have gotten here today as a fandom without 

Namjoon’s wise leadership 

Seokjin’s strong perseverance

Yoongi’s solid determination

Hoseok’s continual goal for perfection

Jimin’s quiet but ever-present attitude

Taehyung’s infectious energy 

and Jungkook’s neverending support for his hyungs.

we wouldn’t have any of this without all seven of you.

So I’m not going to say something like, “These boys deserve it” because each and every artist that promoted this year deserve an award. Yet I can confidently shout and proclaim that they’ve definitely earned it. They’ve further solidified their spot as a global group.

Boys, we ARMYs are so proud of you! We can’t wait to see what 2017 brings us! We can’t wait to continue to help you attain your dreams; we want to fly together with you forever.

Imagine staying up late with college Namjoon when you're partnered for a project. And the librarian low-key ships you.

Originally posted by comeherejimin

“Okay so, he’s the guy who discovered that fish breathe through their gills right?“

“Yup“ He chirped as he leaned over to point at something in your book. The warmth of his body traveled through his thick college sweatshirt and gently graced the skin of your shoulder he was leaning over. His scent was subtle, and warm, it smelled like taking refuge in a quaint little cafe during a heavy storm or-

“(Y/n), Do you understand what I mean?” He looked over at you, your noses accidentally grazing each other as you went to look back at him.

“Uh- Yeah, I mean Yeah, about how advancements we’ve made today are comparable to the ones we made to survive millennia ago.. right?” You snapped back to your assignment.

“Yeah, i’m surprised you remembered the assignment with all that going on” He made a pointed look at your notes that were strewed haphazardly across the oak. 

You couldn’t help but look nervously at your mess of loose leaf papers, scattered on the old table in front of you.

“Heh, I promise there’s a method to my madness.” You shyly rubbed a hand over the back of your neck as you tried to defend your case.

“Oh really? And what’s that?” He teased mercilessly, raising a brow at your clutter.

“I’ll let you know when I figure it out.” You both snickered quietly at that and decided it was getting too late to study at the library. Plus, the librarian,who was a thirty year old man who wore glasses and sweater vests religiously, kept giggling and awing at where you two sat.  

You sighed sadly at the prospect of leaving the sanctuary of books. I mean sure, the library was a little musty, sorta rundown, and maybe the only occupants were normally whatever inhabited the cobwebs in the rafters. But it was also all wood, cozy, warm and held a familiar feeling of home. You dreaded having to go back to your small, sterile dorm space that no doubt contained your roommate with his latest hook up. 

“Hey, do you want to go to the Cafe with me?” The low voice came from beside you as you were too lost in your thoughts debating on how to get into the dorm room with out witnessing more than what you wanted to see.

“Sure, that actually sounds really nice.”
As you two walked down the campus pathways you could’ve sworn you heard the distinct sound of the librarian letting out a confident shout of none other than:

“I told you, Janice!”

See You On The Other Side (1/4)

Originally posted by blackinjustice

Requested by @smollittlebean:

“Bucky imagine where u see him again after you’ve been defrosted (u got them ice powers bc u were injected w/ the serum too) and you r shocked and it’s the scene where he says ‘who the hell is bucky’ and is all angsty.”

Warnings: Angst, mild language, violence, little bit of fluff

Note: Thank you to @smollittlebean who helped with the development of the plot <3

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Brooklyn, New York - 1942

“Can you believe that one day all this will be a thing of the past, not the future?” Steve muttered in wonder as he tried to take in everything the Modern Marvels of Tomorrow exhibition had to offer.

“Mmhmm.” *yn* hummed back in response, clearly not taking in anything Steve was saying. 

“What are you look- oh.” He spoke when he realised her gaze was fixed on Bucky and the two girls who seemed to be having a complete ball a few metres in front of them.

“You know you need to tell him before he leaves *yn*.” Steve murmured finally breaking *yn* away from her glowering gaze. “Tell him what?” She asked pretending to act like she had no idea what Steve was talking about.

“You know what.” He spoke sending her a pointed look, letting out a sigh when she just shrugged her shoulders. “*yn* he’s leaving in the morning and who knows how long he’ll be gone for. Or if he’ll even-”

“Don’t even think about saying that. He’s coming back.” *yn* snapped.

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anonymous asked:

can you write a Mingyu fluff where he likes you and he's trying to tell you but you're dense and he lowkey angrily shouts it because you're just dumb and doesn't know lmao thank youu ~~

Word Count: 1108

Genre: Fluff

lol I was so frustrated writing this, reader wtf

“Can we meet up? I need to tell you something very important…” Mingyu typed into the message box, contemplating whether or not he should send it to you.

“Should I really tell (Y/n) that I like her/him?” He thought as he looked from his phone to the wooden bars that held up the bed up above him.

“Mingyu!” Jeonghan yelled, startling the younger boy. “Stop moving, you’re being annoying I’m trying to sleep up here.” Muttering an apology, Mingyu turned to his phone once more and unlocked it, shocked to see that the message had sent. Panicking to himself quietly, he kept closing and opening the app, hoping that someway the message wouldn’t deliver to you, but to his dismay, it delivered and in minutes you had read his message.

“Sure, I’m free around noon tomorrow, how about we meet at the cafe near my work building?” You questioned.

“Yeah sure, see you then sweets” Mingyu replied.

Setting his phone down with a loud sigh, he turned to the other side of his bed and closed his eyes. “Now I really have to tell her/him.” He thought to himself.

Waking up at the crack of dawn, Mingyu followed his normal morning routine and checked his wallet before leaving the dorm. Leaving unannounced, he didn’t bother texting his members to let him know where he was going, knowing that they were going to mock him. He walked down the almost empty streets, humming a song to himself, trying to get the topic of love and confessing out of his mind.

“Flowers, for that special someone in your life.” He read as he approached the sign, smiling to the lady who stood outside of the store. “Hi young sir, would you like to buy some flowers?” She asked, greeting him gently.

He hesitated before nodding his head and following her into the store. “Do you have any flowers that say “I like you” but not too obvious?” He asked, looking around the store for flowers he thought you would like.

“So, you want them mono-botanic?” The lady asked, giving her a confused face, she laughed and smiled. “Can you tell me about the person you are giving this to so I can arrange a bouquet?

“Well, s/he’s lovely, s/he’s bright and amazing, not to mention really good with her/his studies. S/he’s the liveliest person I’ve ever met and-”

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