i spent way too much time on this and it's absolute shit

anonymous asked:

do you mind making some more lance hcs?? I've read all of the other ones like 3 times.

anon that’s a lot of headcanons to be reading lmao.. i don’t shut up about my Blue Boy. This is half headcanon/half character analysis lmao.

WHOM UP FOR SOME LANGST.

  • Lance has a boatload of insecurities, but I don’t think he has depression. (Time to project) What happens is that his ADHD causes him to hyperfocus on his mistakes to the point that he gets trapped in his Hell Brain, stuck in this bad cycle where he constantly berates himself and inflates his personal fears. But he’s normally able to manage because he has a huge support network- his bigass family.
  • There are definitely little kids in Lance’s family, and being around kids who love you is so nice?? Whenever Lance starts feeling weighed down, he plays with his baby siblings/cousins/neighbors and lets their enthusiasm feed his until everyone is bouncing off the walls and being ushered outside. I’ve probably said this before, but Lance was Born to be an uncle.
  • Anyway, Lance is used to being surrounded by people he has a deep connection with who truly care about him and love him. So at the Garrison, when he was far away from his family, he struggled a little bit but ultimately supplemented his human contact quota by befriending pretty much everyone. If he knows that people like him, then he can like himself.
  • Which is why in space he’s kind of… deflating. Because he’s surrounded by people who have rebuffed him before, and it’s hard not to internalize that, ya feel?? Like:
    • Pidge refused to do anything with Hunk & Lance when they were all at the Garrison, which is fair bc she was in Deep Cover, but Lance obvi didn’t know this so he was honestly kind of hurt? 
      • All his attempts at friendship and bonding were coldly shut down the moment they left his mouth. Lance spent many a sleepless nights wondering what was wrong with him, what aspect of his personality made Pidge hate him on sight. 
      • It… sucks to know that no matter what you do, someone will remain distant, especially if you’re used to making friends. Lance is a fixer, but how can you fix something if you only know part of the problem?
    • Keith straight up forgot who Lance was. And you know that Lance had really built-up their relationship in his mind. Even if it’s because Lance claims they ‘hated’ each other, it’s clear that Lance considered Keith special in that he was a goal to beat/overcome, and he clearly assumed Keith viewed him the same way. So when they reunited and Keith didn’t recognize him… Ouch
      • It hurts to realize that you’ve put way more into a relationship than someone else, but it especially sucks if they never even noticed you in the first place. 
      • Also, lots of resentment issues thanks to the Garrison constantly comparing Lance to Keith. Bastards.
    • Shiro is Lance’s hero, but Shiro is such… a jackass to Lance gsdhkjgd I’m so mad about how Shiro has been treating Lance as the show progresses. 
      • Shiro kind of… assumes that they’re equals, which normally is fine, but Shiro physically pushes/shoves Lance around, ignores his opinions, and tells him to knock it off whenever Lance acts like himself. 
      • And between close friends, that behavior can be ‘acceptable’, but again: Lance looks up to Shiro. So this treatment.. I can only see Lance negatively internalizing it. How good of a teammate can you be if your hero only ever treats you as a joke?
    • And Allura… it’s clear she’s really not interested in Lance’s flirting. Which would be fine, but it’s kind of been their entire relationship so far (mainly because of Bad Writing), so when Allura rejects Lance’s bad pick-up line she kind of rejects any connection at all, including friendship.
      • Like, you can argue that this is Lance’s fault for constantly hitting on her, but Allura’s natural response to Lance is either Carefully Maintained Neutrality or clear exasperation.
      • That’s not exactly… a warm welcome, so I could see Lance slowly just starting to avoid her. Because it SUCKS to enter someone’s line of view and immediately see their smile drop a fraction. It sucks to know that someone immediately has their guard up the moment you try to talk to them. It sucks to feel like you’ve sabotaged any chances before you even knew you had them. It sucks to realize that you, and your personality, made someone feel this way, and that you are the problem. From there, you learn it’s better to just… stay away, and stay quiet.
  • TLDR Lance is really only comfortable comfortable around Hunk and Coran. And the Space Mice, provided they don’t rat him out to Allura.
  • Lance internalizes a lot of stuff lmao. He reacts by overcompensating; when he feels hurt or out of his depth, he amps up his ego, he goes all out with the flirting, he uses bravado to cover up any cracks in his armor. 
    • (If you keep making them laugh, then they’re too busy to laugh at you.)
  • Lance is his own worst enemy. If someone yells at him and calls him a failure, he can get righteously angry and ignore what they said or crack a joke to ease the tension. He can deflect. It’s when he’s alone, when he has time to think, that he begins to place more pressure on himself.
    • You know how people can become paralyzed by their perfectionism? They’re so worried about getting the end product perfect that they can’t even start the process. That’s Lance, to some extent.
  • He prunes his own self/image. If he can’t get something right, he cuts it out of his personality. He doesn’t cling to it. He gets rid of anything he thinks makes him a failure, anything that shows that he’s useless. All those branches, traits, imperfections- they’re snipped away. And what he’s left with, he clings to. This is his absolute. This is his foundation. These are the tenants he builds himself up from. He’s the ladies man. He’s the sharpshooter. He’s the funny one. This is what makes Lance McClain worthwhile.
  • So when that foundation gets rocked… it’s bad. And normally, he can spring back, because he has his support network. But right now he’s billions of light years away from home, stuck with a team that only seems to like him 70% of the time.

okay, hi. it’s me—the annoyance in this fandom. and i’d like to talk about something, so bear with me.

there’s a problem in this fandom that doesn’t need to be discussed. why not? it’s not up for discussion, basically. it’s up to you all to sit back and learn that this shit you all are pulling needs to be stopped. period.

i’m breaking it up to a couple of core parts so you all know what i’m talking about.

first of all, let’s talk about the islamophobia and racism in this fandom.

here’s the deal: shut up and listen. is that too hard? then just shut up and close your browser. delete your blog. take a walk. go on with your shitty life.

i don’t know why this needs to be explained—seriously. i don’t understand it. it’s not physics or the study of runes. it’s the basic thing called logic thinking and common decency at the least.

you’re all doing something incredibly harmful and it’s not okay. when you started calling a brown character a rat i—i thought it was a joke. and when it was pointed out it’s racist, by people of colour in this fandom, you kept doing it. why? do you take enjoyment in calling brown people rats? do you think you can get away with it? guess you can, but you can stop doing it to people of colour. it’s disgusting.

next. the idea of this season is: please don’t let me be misunderstood. the reverse of this? please don’t let me be understood. just so we’re clear. there’s no reverse. the song was in reverse, the message was clear. so you can shut up about that.

so when the fight broke up, and sana was hiding in the bathroom stall, what did we hear? the two white random, irrelevant white girls talking about how they thought (assumed, didn’t know but talked anyway) it was about homosexuality, and how muslims are homophobic. was it there for the lols? no. it was there for us. to know. that it wasn’t about that.

my point: shut the fuck up about it. it’s tiresome, getting old, it’s toxic. if you keep talking about this, you’re spreading harmful messages to others. what messages? that muslims are homophobic. which they can be, i’m not saying some aren’t. i’m saying that that’s not the point of this season and that non-muslims are equally likely to be homophobic. don’t believe me? wow, i guess it’s something that has been fed to you by media representation and… dare i say it? people talking shit of shit they don’t know on social platforms. precisely what you’re doing right now.

second thing we need to talk about: the series. yes! let’s talk about what content we have right now and why us people of colour and why muslims are upset, shall we? (note: we have all the right to be upset.)

let’s first get this out of the way: we know it’s written this way to prove some point later on in the season. probably something along the lines of muslim and brown boys not all being homophobic and shit. you know. that thing you keep shutting your eyes from. we understand that, we know that.

we’re just. not. happy. about how it’s written. it’s kind of doing a lot of damage right now. look at some of the messages some people (people of colour, muslims, muslim people of colour) receive. and what we should be getting is much more healthy scenes between muslims, muslims and people of non-faith, people of colour and white people, to weigh up to the damage its doing. we don’t get that much of that. and it’s frustrating, because we understand why (sana’s lonely) but there are so many ways to portray loneliness than completely erase healthy interactions between people on the fucking screen.

don’t bring up the hei briskeby videos, because they don’t count. i’m talking about the real episodes here. the real clips. the clips that the casual viewer will watch.

so yes. the series itself is… partially at fault here. the writing, i would say. especially filming only the people of colour in a fight and—wow. that chokehold they had on the only black guy? yikes.

what’s worse is that they surely know—or at least have a slight idea—of what outbreak their clips will give. and they keep doing it. keep feeding this shit to us, and leave us to either deal with it, or completely shut down our inboxes. which results into people thinking we’re selfish, because we don’t answer their wish to learn more about culture and islam and the experiences people of colour have.

third thing we need to talk about: vilde and noora. yup. i’m putting them on the agenda.

i, as a lesbian of colour, wholeheartedly believe that vilde’s character is poorly written this season. she’s obviously not too different from earlier seasons, but she’s definitely had more emphasis on her ignorance, and how that ignorance is dealt with is—less acceptable. i do believe, on top of that, that she will be “redeemed” (i’m just not sure i’ll buy into it) and that she will learn, apologise and maybe grow the last episode or something, since we won’t be getting any more.

but what bugs me the most about the way they’re writing her this season is that, she’s coded as possibly lesbian (or bi, if you prefer, but i’m gonna talk about her being lesbian, and you can make your own post about her being bisexual). and she’s literally the only character fully coded this way. if you’re interested in why, just… google it. believe it or not, we aren’t google. but the key point is that she is doing a lot of what us lesbians perceive as compulsory heterosexuality. and they completely villainised a potential lesbian this season which is just falling into the same shit people have done over and over again. lesbians are bad, lesbians are racist, lesbians are this and fucking that and that pisses me off. if, by the off chance, she eventually is canonically declared as lesbian, i’m not sure i will rejoice or throw my phone through my computer screen. they ruined her character to me, they ruined a (coded) lesbian to me, a lesbian, simply because they wanted to put her to be the ignorant girl who keeps shitting all over sana.

and noora. man. i’m not too mad about noora as a character herself. she’s flawed, she has her good moments and shit. but she takes up so much of her own storyline from sana’s. it’s a mess. she’s talking about herself, her problems with dickhelm, and sure, that’s what friends do—talk about what bothers you. but we’re so frustrated that she’s once again on the screen, talking about the same old thing, and rip the minutes that could’ve been spent on sana from our hands.

don’t get me wrong. we all know that sana is a listener. but there’s a line. and they jump over it, time and time again.

and then there’s the misogyny in this fandom that needs to be addressed. and this is a harder one, because it’s hard to spot.

during the course of season three—up to this day, i see this shit—people keep shitting on sonja and emma for no other reason than them being girls who got hurt in the process. sonja? remember her? she got cheated on. and while even kept saying he felt controlled by her you somehow got the idea that she’s toxic. she isn’t. a toxic relationship would not end with isak thanking sonja for the help she’s given. she knows even and—well, at the most, she might have been a bit controlling because she doesn’t understand that even is his own person with or without his bipolar disorder.

and emma? she outed isak, which is fucked up and there’s no excuse. but stop thinking she’s the absolute villain to isak’s life because she’s a girl, who got hurt, in the process. accept that, move on, because isak sure did.

you thought i’d end there? really? nope. ain’t gonna happen. i’m gonna bring up vilde specifically again.

you think she’s just a dumb ignorant islamophobe? partially true. she’s islamophobic and is not a good friend to sana. she’s ignorant, yes. but you’re reducing her character to something she isn’t. you’re reducing her to the blonde dumb girl, which is just as shitty as people defending her islamophobic behaviour. her islamophobia does not correlate to her dealing with whatever she’s dealing with (compulsory heterosexuality, if you will), but if you reduce her to a two-dimensional character it’s quite misogynistic itself. if you’re woman and doing that—check yourself in the mirror.

same goes for noora, basically, but i don’t think anyone is genuinely despising her for anything else than the shitty line here and there and the serious screentime she’s clocking.

we also had a run in with the lovely subjects of biphobia and ableism too. you all can’t stop anywhere, can you?

since we aren’t discussing, let me just point out these things:

bisexuality does not equate to cheater. a cheater can be of any sexuality. the stereotype is that bisexual people are cheaters is harmful and it ends here. whether a bisexual person/character has cheated can be discussed without bringing in their bisexuality to the conversation.

and mental illness… it seems it’s harder for you to grasp this part. so let me put it this way: think of the most embarrassing shit you’ve done. called your teacher mum and everyone laughed? peed yourself in public? pretended to talk on the phone and your phone ended up ringing? whatever. the most embarrassing shit you’ve done. think of that. feel what you felt at that point. oh my god, what did people think of you?

do you want your crush or your partner of a few months know… that? say it involved a second person. say you… shat yourself on your best friend’s expensive, newly bought couch, felt so embarrassed you left the house and deleted all your social media and never answered their calls.

say your partner brings them up.

would you… tell them that?

i don’t mean to trivialise mental illness here (i’m struggling with my own). it’s much more complex (guilt, self-blaming, embarrassment, sadness) than what i’m saying here. i’m just breaking it down to a point where hopefully even the most abled person can understand.

you’re expecting someone who deals with this every day to just tell their partner. it’s not that easy. it’s a lot of compartmentalising that needs to be done, so you can tell that story without breaking down completely. what happened to even broke him enough to switch to a new school. that’s not something you just tell someone, regardless if you’re together with them, without having thought it through for weeks—even months—and analysed each possible turnout and reaction. that’s not something you tell someone unless you really, really, really need to.

that’s not to say that it’s… bad. that even and sana weren’t honest with isak from the start. but it’s what it is. even isn’t perfect. sana isn’t perfect. isak isn’t perfect. none of these characters are completely perfect. why not? because they’re supposed to be realistic, human and resound to us. we’re supposed to be able to relate to them, in a way.

lastly, but most importantly: stop thinking you’re so bloody entitled to send shitty asks to people, especially the muslims, people of colour and disabled people of this fandom.

now that i’ve said my piece, kindly don’t find your way into my inbox and think it’s time to discuss. as i said, it’s not up for discussion.

don’t understand what i’m talking about? congratulations, you just won the prize: read this post again until you get it.

peace the fuck out.

Babybones Headcanons

Motherfucking 2 am inspiration how come I can’t use you for papers or anything in my askbox

UT!Sans

-Was actually more energetic when he was a kid. I mean he was still pretty drowsy, but less likely to fall asleep in the middle of something

-He was always right where he shouldn’t be. Gaster trying to hide presents? Sans is in that closet with a big innocent grin. “’Sup?”

-Prefers to dress himself whenever possible. Likes clothes that are three times too big. Also wearing anything of Gaster’s, especially his giant t-shirts

-He asks a lot of questions, usually about stuff that people don’t want to tell him

UT!Papyrus:

-Very smiley, even as a baby he had the biggest grin imaginable whenever he was in a room with someone he liked. And he liked almost everybody. One of the easiest babysitting jobs

-Very very modest, he stopped letting even his brother and dad see him without clothes on when he was five. He learned how to bathe himself pretty quickly too.

-Fussy about clothing textures, he can’t go out if his shoes are too tight or his shirt feels weird or too loose. This carried over into adulthood, which is why he tends to wear the same clothes over and over. He knows they fit right.

UF!Sans:

-He was honestly kind of a sweet kid, if a little too distrustful. It would take him a while to warm up to somebody and even longer before he would leave them alone with Papyrus. Even Gaster, shitty as he was, was subject to this protectiveness. Whenever Asgore or someone else powerful came over he would find Sans constantly peeking in doorways to see if he was still okay

-Would break shit all the time because he couldn’t sit still and was constantly fidgeting with things. That’s why Gaster started teaching him mechanics. So he could fix it on his own without bothering him

-As a kid he was constantly chewing on things, whether on purpose or on accident. Especially small scraps of metal.

-He didn’t do it often but his unguarded smile is the brightest Underground

UF!Papyrus:

-So so bossy. Unless a person proved they could beat his ass he would tell them what to do no matter how much bigger they were. Sans did not help at all, he usually just went along with what his brother would say (albeit complaining a lot)

-He was a master of the mega tantrum

-He made up for slights with gifts. Even as a kid he had a hard time apologizing verbally and would usually just shove a gift (or occasionally a rushed hug) at whoever he had offended. A picture he colored, a rock he thought was cool, metal scraps for Sans….all shoved at his offendee with a blush and a mutter before scampering away again

-He had a hard time expressing his emotions and hated crying in front of people. He would normally let it all out in his room alone.

US!Sans:

-On the go. He never stopped moving from the second he mastered rolling all the way up into walking and running and beyond. 

-He got away with so much shit when he was a kid, because he could always run away from the damage before anyone found it, and was after protected by his adorable face and “who, me?” eyes.

-He HATED cutesy nicknames, and was always very insistent that he be called Sans. 

US!Papyrus:

-As opposed to Tale’s modesty, the trouble was keeping this little guy’s clothes on. He was always shedding clothing left and right, his hands were constantly down his pants or up his shirt, it was embarrassing to take him out in public

-Very salty as a kid, which got him into a lot of trouble

-When he was little he actually really resented Sans for getting all the attention. He got over it pretty quick though. And having a cute little brother as the face of your operations has its perks.

SF!Sans

-Extremely possessive, of toys, clothes, brothers, babysitters, everything. His first word was “MINE” followed shortly after by “NO”. Papyrus was the only one he might (reluctantly) share with

-He wasn’t as bossy as Edge but when you went against him something of yours was generally broken within the next few minutes.

-Absolutely fearless. Which is why Syrup spent half his life dragging him out of fights he couldn’t win

SF!Papyrus:

-Old soul. From as young as three you could tell this was the kid who would always take the most weight

-For the love of hell let the child cook with you. Or help you do anything really. His face lights up. He liked feeling needed.

-Hoarded stuffed toys. He still has a few.

Having been the witness to a truly revolting Twitter exchange between people I am proud to call friends/fellow creators and a younger subset of the fandom who somehow finds us all disgusting, I would like to point out three reasons for their behavior:

1.       They have no patience/imagination. Instantaneous access to information on multiple platforms has made the majority of the populace significantly less patient overall, but the younger members of fandom especially so.  Their lack of patience and their lack of imagination leads them to write 582 word “one-shots” that end before the couple kiss and they bleat ad nauseum about their couples being endgame and canon as if that is some sort of defining status for OTPs that renders all others inferior.  It’s ridiculous, of course, because those of us who have been in fandom since the fanzine days know how many zillions of hours we spent in chat rooms poring over the latest episodes, interviews, and articles for every scrap of subtext or how many thousands of words we wrote trying to capture that heart-wrenching hurt/comfort moment when the surly, grumpy brunette realizes how in love she is with the innocent, prone-to-kidnapping blonde.  A canon f/f ship was unheard of and we didn’t care. We still don’t.  Give me a non-canon couple with chemistry, a decent, workable relationship, and longing looks and I will ship it harder than any weak tea canon wannabe equivalent.  Canon is not now and never has been a measuring stick for any f/f couple’s validity.  

2.       They see any woman over 30 in the same way they see their mothers—disrespectfully and misogynistically.  The only women over 30 these girls have exposure to on a regular basis are their mothers, aunts, grandmothers, and teachers.  They notoriously see them only in one role and cannot ascribe to them any other role, lest their tiny little minds explode. In their minds, a woman cannot simultaneously be a mother and a sexual being with a serious—let’s say—praise!kink because they absolutely do not want to think of their own mothers in that way. I was twelve once.  I remember how disrespectfully I treated my mother, too. Here’s the thing, though—I grew up. I became older than 30 and I was still sexual, still vibrant, still in possession of all my sexual cravings, and—most importantly—still 110% into fandom and its culture.  Which brings me to my third reason for their behavior…

3.       Fear.  When you are that young and that ageist and you find out that there are women—GASP—over 30 in your fandom, you start to realize that these same women who all have vivacious, energetic, active imaginations and who contribute to fandom with fic or art or gifsets, etc. could be your English teacher, or your aunt, or your mom’s best friend, or the nurse at your doctor’s office, or—GASP—your own mother.  Mrs. Aiken, droning on about proofs and vectors and graphing in your 4th period geometry class might actually be a fandom favorite on Tumblr who likes to genderbend River Song from story to story in her fic just to see how many different Doctors she can surprise.  Mrs. Bennett who lives across the street and always buys full-sized Snickers for Halloween might really be your fandom’s most prolific Coffee Shop AU writer who has a penchant for fluff and the occasional babyfic.  Or your own mother, who makes you clean your room and says you spend too much time on your phone, might have had another life as a slash writer when the Internet was still new and fandoms still talked via mailing list—except maybe she wrote Kirk/Spock slash and was way more into angst than you.  I mean, you had to get it from somewhere, right?

In conclusion, enjoy your youth while you have it, kiddos.  One day, you’ll be the “gross” one in the fandom and you’ll write one of these missives to a gaggle of snot-nosed teenagers, too.  Or maybe you won’t.  Maybe you’ll think back on your own absolutely appalling manners and your utterly vile narrow-mindedness and you’ll be too fucking embarrassed to say a word.

Obviously that’s not your problem right now—though maybe it should be.

Title: Faux Pas
Fandom: X-Men
Word Count: 1,307
Characters: Warren Worthington III x Reader, Jubilation Lee
Reader Gender: Female
Warnings: Alcohol mentions, swearing
Notes: Request from anon for “’You’re really hot, shame about the personality’ from one of your prompt lists (with warren please)”

Originally posted by brownvalerie

“Please let me set you up!”

“Absolutely fucking not.”

Conversations such as these were frequent between Warren Worthington III and Jubilation Lee. The latter of the two was nothing if not persistent – and the former was nothing if not stubborn.

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|| Attention, Attention ||

{summary: just a lazy night spent with you and your needy boyfriend.}

dedicated to @rvnclawss for giving me the bolded quote as a prompt [♥]

here’s something short and sweet for the bae peter p. later i’m gonna immerse myself in these new books that i bought from my bookstore ;w; i’m so excited to start reading it [♥]

warnings: none

permanent tags: @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53

peter parker only: @wavy-ley , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

warnings: none

**please don’t plagiarize/repost this story. reblogs are fine

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After a long day spent at school, you were glad that you were finally able to unwind with a new book as you surrounded yourself with your pillows and blankets. Propping yourself up against the headboard, you open your book to its first page and immerse yourself with the beginning of your story.

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Arrow 5x20 “Underneath” Review: A Matter of Trust

OLICITY OLICITY OLICITY OLICITY OLICITY OLICITY OLICITY OLICITY OLICITY

I’m not going to a frame by frame recap of everything that happened in 5x20. The likelihood that you have rewatched this episode as many times as I have is pretty high. You probably know the entire episode back-to-front and can probably translate it into foreign languages. I am not judging you. I am proud of you. I’ve gotten some messages from readers—always a wonderful treat—that ranged from what did I think of the episode? To what did I think about the sex? To what do I think this means for Olicity? All fabulous questions.

First, I think this episode was amazing. Say hello to the best episode of season 5. Granted, that’s not saying much because there’s only been like four other good ones. But damn was this a mighty fine episode. This episode would have stood out even in a better season. Why? Because the writers finally pulled their heads out of their asses and stopped leashing the magnetic chemistry between Stephen Amell and Emily Bett Rickards. Finally Olicity was allowed to interact. This show was better for it. It always is.

Second, the sex was hot. 

Do I think it topped 3x20? No, not for me. That was pretty special. Also not in terms of explicitness—

though let’s be real when he spun her around real quick we were all wondering if the CW had suddenly been bought by Starz. But it was also so achingly sweet—especially when he stopped, said her name and really made sure she was wanted this even though she initiated it. It’s little signs like that Oliver will always try to put Felicity’s wellbeing before his own that has always been such a favorite trademark Olicity thing for me.

Third, I think this is all good things for Olicity. This episode is really about their breakup—and it’s only twenty-eight episodes overdue. And I’ve been sent messages of do I think they did a good job in explaining the breakup?

Yes and no. The writers will never admit to their own culpability in writing such a poorly thought out storyline. So they’ll keep moving the reasons for the storyline around until something fits. And I feel like they got close to that in this episode. They also managed to tie it back into the current season and Oliver’s most recent struggle with himself. I’m not saying it’s perfect but I do believe you should maybe manage your expectations, which I’ve chosen to do. We’re on the back half of the life of this show and I’d just like to enjoy what time I have left with my favorites as much as I can. It’ll never be perfect; but Olicity is and I truly believe that once they are officially reunited that they will never break them up again. That’s all done. That doesn’t mean I’m ever going to forget the bad, atrocious writing choices. But I can’t change them either.

For me, despite the clunky back-to-back Felicity apologies, 5x20 worked. Simply put: I loved the Olicity focus. I liked the simpler focus on their bond and their characters’ histories with each other. When Arrow gives its characters a chance to breathe, it always hits high notes and that is especially true when SA and EBR share scenes. They are a special magic together and finally the writers told them to stop pretending they don’t have enough chemistry to fire up a second sun and let that connect happen between these characters again.

Granted, given the flashbacks it really does make 5A seem all the worse. That forced distance was just dumb. And you’ll never justify to me how Felicity Smoak went from hot Salmon Ladder sex to screwing a guppy but whatever. Any more than Oliver’s decision to move from Salmon Ladder sex to screwing a water snake made any sense. 

It’s all rather baffling given all the damn heart eyes.

I think how the writers tied in the breakup to Oliver’s current emotional crisis and their current place with each other is one of the reasons this episode excelled for me.

It all comes back to trust.

As I’m writing this meta review, I can’t help but think there’s so little left for me to say. I’ve already said and argued for the things they showed in this episode. I’ve been waiting for the show to catch up with me.

Originally posted by giffity-gif-gif

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The Liffey

Characters: Jimin and You

Word Count: 2,841

Genre: Sorta Angsty/Fluff/One Shot?

Summary: two hardworking souls meet at a pub…

Y/N, meet me tonight at The Liffey. I’ll be waiting outside for you. -Jimin

The text message he had sent had been on your mind all day. Out of nowhere, he… of all people had decided to text you.

It wasn’t too long ago when you tried to confess your feelings to him and you were turned down. Since then, you have tried your best to forget him. You buried yourself in school and work. You took up running so you could clear your mind.  You even considered moving away but even that was too extreme for you.

Why now? You wondered. You fought every urge to go and see him but you found yourself in your car, headed to the pub anyways.

This is a mistake You thought as you parked your car.

You finally made it outside to the pub where he was waiting for you. The pub was starting to show signs of aging but it was still a favorite place for the locals. From what you remembered, the Liffey had low prices, good beer, and was a great place to unwind after a stressful day.

Today was different though. You were positive that you were going to die from seeing him again. Were you being dramatic? Absolutely.


Years ago you guys met here. It was a random night with just you and your close friends but out of nowhere a stranger caught your eye. Back then, Jimin was shy and you used to make fun of how nervous he was when he first went up to ask for your name. That night, you and Jimin spent the whole evening talking and you were in awe of how sweet he was and how comfortable he made you feel.

He sat in front of you and listened to everything you had to say. You learned about how he was a singer and a dancer and he learned about your dream of going to school, finishing and becoming a doctor to make your parents proud.

When it was time to go, he asked for your number.

That night was only the beginning. A few days later, you guys met up again.

After a few drinks, you guys continued to open up to each other.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” you asked

“No, we actually broke up a while ago. Why? Do you have a boyfriend?” He asked

“Same here, actually…we’re broken up.”

“What happened?”

You shrugged your shoulders and looked away for a moment. To think about it didn’t make you sad but it was a topic you had not thought or shared about in a while to anyone.

“Life… I guess.”

“That tends to happen a lot”

You looked at Jimin.

“Can I tell you something?” You asked

“Go for it” He replied

You took a deep breath.

“All my life I saw my parents struggling. We didn’t have a lot of money and I always felt like I couldn’t do anything even though they sacrificed so much for me… I was never the smartest student, but I knew that if I worked and studied hard, I could go to a good school, get a good job and be able to pay my family back for always being there for me. I know I deserve to be happy, but when I was in a relationship, it really distracted me from achieving my dream of helping my parents and so I had to end it”

“Wow” Jimin replied

“Sorry  I didn’t mean to go on about my sob story”

“No, no, these are the kinds of things that help shape who you are, and quite honestly, I like who you are. I mean, I know we’ve only met a few times, but I can tell that you are a much better person than most of the other people I have known my whole life.

You blushed for a moment

“Thank you”

“What for?”

“For understanding”

He flashed you a smile but you couldn’t help but wonder

“What about you? You seem like a great guy, what happened to you and your relationship?”

“Ah, now that is an interesting tale. You ready?”

“Ohh, do tell”

“Like I said the other day, I’m a singer and a dancer. While most see this as a hobby, I see it as my life. Most people I’ve met, well let’s just say they have a hard time believing that I will get anywhere. My ex was one of those people. She was never supportive and always made me feel like I was wasting my time. And so one day I leave early from practice and I’m walking down the street and then I see her with another guy!

Your eyes were wide open.

“No!”

“Yeah! They were out eating lunch and everything!”

“Did you go up to them?”

He laughed “No, let me finish Y/n”

“All the time that we were together, I had never seen her smile and look so happy. It then occurred to me that I was never going to be able to give her or anyone that and I realized that day that being in a relationship wasn’t going to work for me if I was serious about my career.”

“Were you in love?” You asked.

He ran his hand through his hair. The question caught him off guard and he seemed deep in thought.

“I think love is interesting in that it never ends up like how you think it will” He replied.

“What do you mean by that?” you asked.

“I mean, it is usually when you least expect it… or when you’re not looking… falling in love just sorta creeps up on you. With her, I don’t think it was love. Or, true love? I mean, what she did was wrong but I thought about it and had to think about why she did it. I was never home. I was always in the studio. She must have been so lonely and I caused that.”

You understood that all too well.

I guess we’re just not meant for love” You joked.

“Hey! I’m quite capable! I just have a lot of goals to achieve before I can settle down!” He laughed.

You raised a glass. “Well then, dreams first… then love! Here’s to us and our dedication!”

He laughed again and raised his glass with you.


Soon, meeting up together became a regular thing for the two of you.

As the months and then years rolled around, you tried to fight your feelings. It was subtle at first and you didn’t think too much about it but then you began to notice the little things about him that just made you crazy. For all the time you spent together, you knew you were falling for him.

For one, you fell in love with how hard of a worker he was. He would always call you late at night to ask how school was going and then he would tell you about how he was still in the studio practicing. If you told him to go take a rest he would refuse until he got his dance moves correct. Once he was satisfied, he would ask you to come out with him for drinks at The Liffey to celebrate his victory. With no room to dance at the table, the both of you would laugh the night away as he would try to show you his moves anyways while he was seated down.

You also fell for his cute charms. He was always laughing and smiling; he was never upset with you or anyone and he always tried to make you laugh when he knew school wasn’t going the way you liked. He was your support system for when you felt like giving up and you were his too.

‘You really like him don’t you?” Your friend asked

Jimin instantly came to mind but you played it off.

“Who?” You replied with a smile

“Ah, Y/N, don’t lie to me! I see you randomly smiling like a crazy person all the time! You guys need to learn how to live properly and give each other a chance before it’s too late! You both work too hard and deserve to be happy!”

You knew your friend was right but with life and all its complexities… the timing wasn’t right. You also weren’t sure about how he felt about you. While he drove you mad, you didn’t know where he stood with you. You both still had your dreams to achieve and love would have to wait. At least that’s what you both agreed on.


The last time you saw him was short. Outside of the Liffey, you both stood in the parking lot before bidding each other good bye.

“I guess this is it Y/n”

“I guess so. You’re going to leave tomorrow for sure?”

“Yeah… Our flight leaves a little after 10. My group and I finally have a chance at becoming a real big thing. Can you believe it?”

He was right. There had been so much buzz about him that you couldn’t help but feel proud of him.

“I’m really happy for you. I know how hard you have been working for this”

He ran his hand through his hair and smiled.

“Thank you for believing in me Y/N. You don’t know how much I appreciate all the support you have given me.”

He leaned in and gave you a hug.

“Promise me you’ll work hard and finish school”

You nodded as you wrapped your arms around him and held him tight.

“I probably won’t get to see you for a while.” He said.

You rested your head against his chest.

“I know” You replied.

“I’m sorry Y/N…”

At this point you were trying to fight back tears.

“Jimin… Before you go, there’s something that I’ve been wanting to tell you…”

You lifted your head to look at him.

“I know we said dreams first.. But I can’t do this anymore. I just want to let you know that I have fallen in love with you Jimin. For all the time we have spent together… I can’t be the only one, right?”

Jimin looked at you shocked.

“Y/N, I…. we can’t….”

You felt this coming, but there was no real way to prepare yourself for this. You tried to make him understand.

“I know, but after all this time… don’t we deserve to know? Don’t I deserve to know? I’ve told you everything and yet I have no idea how you feel about me. I’m not trying to stop you from following your dream… I just want to know if you feel the same way”

“Y/N…”

“Do you really not feel anything?

Jimin couldn’t do anything but stare at you.

“I have to go”

Go? You couldn’t believe that was all he had to say.

“Wait!”

You tugged at his sweater.

“ Kiss me” You said.

“What?”

“Jimin, kiss me. Kiss me now and if you feel absolutely nothing at all… Then I can leave knowing that…but just know that if you walk away, then we’ll never know what we could have been…”

He looked at you with sorrow in his eyes. You were both so close, yet, he pulled away and apologized.

“I’m sorry Y/N”

He walked away and you were left by yourself.


You saw Jimin sitting outside. Dressed in all black, he looked deep in thought. For a moment, you were even afraid to approach him. For years you thought about going back to visit. But of course your fear of possibly facing him again steered you away. You almost turned around to make a run for it but you were too late.

“Y/n! I’m so glad you could make it!”

Shit You thought

“Jimin… long time no see”

He got up and you braced yourself for what was to come.  He smiled and gave you a hug. The last time he hugged you, you didn’t want to let go. Now that he was back in your arms, you felt your tears coming up.

“Y/n, is there something wrong?”

You were quick to tell a lie.

“It’s nothing. I think my allergies are just acting up again. Let’s go get a drink, yeah?”

You lead the way and he followed.

Sitting inside together was just like old times.

“How have you been Y/N? I heard you bought your parents a new car!”

You laughed.

“Who told you!?”

“Wait, you really did? I was just joking!”

“What?! Are you saying you didn’t think I could?”

Jimin flung his body around as he laughed.

“No, no! It’s just that it’s so crazy how time has flown by. I mean, 5 years ago we were in here talking about our hopes and dreams. And now we’re living them.”

It was true. Everything that you both set out to do was completed. You had finished school and found a great job. Jimin was a big star and making headlines everywhere.

“What about you, mister big super star? How have you been?” You asked.

“Getting ready for another world tour soon!” He said with a smile.

The both of you sat in awe for a moment. To say both your accomplishments out loud felt good.

You took a sip of your drink.

“We’ve both come such a long way, haven’t we?”

Jimin ran his hand through his hair… A gesture of his that you had missed seeing so much.

“We really did”

He held out his glass “To us! For never giving up on our dreams”

You raised your glass. “To us”

You both smiled at each other for a while. To be so close together again was almost unreal.

“I really missed you Jimin”

“I missed you too”

He took another sip from his glass.

“Speaking of us… Y/N, I want to apologize for leaving you like that that one night”

Oh no, not this.

“We don’t have to talk about that”

“Please. That’s why I wanted to meet you today. I want to explain why I acted the way I did.”

You didn’t want to be reminded of that night again and so you tried to stop him.

“Really, it’s fine Jimin.”

For once, you saw Jimin get a little frustrated.

“No, you don’t understand. I often came back here to think about what would have happened if I just kissed you that one night. Like maybe if I did, you and I wouldn’t have missed out on so much”

Confusion struck your face.

“What are you saying?”

“I was so scared Y/N. I thought so much about your dreams and then my dreams… and I couldn’t do that to us. I didn’t want to become a distraction to you and school. I also couldn’t live with the idea of you ever feeling lonely if we were together and if I was gone at the studio for days on end.”

At that moment, you finally understood. All this time, he had been living with what you said in his head. From the beginning of when you first started talking to each other… he remembered why you had ended your other relationship and just now you remembered again why he ended his. He didn’t want history to repeat itself again.  

“After all this time, I thought that you just didn’t feel that way about me..”

He shook his head

“I wanted to kiss you so badly but I was afraid that if I did I would never be able to let you go. I wish I could just go back in time and kiss you. Kiss you and make us work. With you by my side, maybe the past few years wouldn’t have been so hard. Thinking of you was the only thing that kept me going..”

He looked at you and you saw him filled with so much regret.

“I was and am still very much in love with you Y/N. It’s not too late for us, right?”

Fear crept inside of you.

“It’s still going to be a challenge with us working and being away from each other”

“I know but I’m willing to make this work if you are.”

You looked at him and you knew he meant it. You nodded your head and smiled.

“Okay”

“You mean it?

“Dreams first, then love” You reminded him. “With our dreams fulfilled and out of the way now, I’m pretty sure it’s time that we gave love another try.”

The biggest smile grew on his face. He got up from his seat and came to you. He gently wrapped his hands around you and readied you for a kiss.

“Y/N, you are my biggest dream and I love you.”

As his lips touched yours, your heart fluttered at how sweet his kiss tasted. The kiss that you had been waiting for was finally happening and it was everything and more than what you expected. With both your busy schedules, you knew things would be tough, but with him by your side you knew things would be okay.


A/N: You best believe I made a fanfic about the pub he was at when they were in Ireland. Also, i’m feeling a little sad so I’m not sure what the hell I wrote. The ending was probably crap too but oh well. i’m just bleh

Split - Kai Scenario. Part 1

Summary: You have a perfect life. A perfect little house, perfect little son who just went to Kindergarten for the first time and finally your more than perfect husband, whom you love more than your life. Of course that was three weeks ago. Before your husband decided to leave the family.

Word Count: 2976

A/n: I’m finally uploading my new series. This has been in my drafts for almost a year and I’m finally ready to show it to everyone. Any kind of reviews (even just a word) is welcome as always <3

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Originally posted by kairamelo

When the alarm wakes you up you don’t even need to open your eyes to know that it’s still dark outside. But you have to get up right away. Even if it’s cold and the bed seems more inviting that ever. Your bedroom is illuminated only by streetlight, until you finally reach for flip the switch on the wall.

The sudden brightness blinds you temporarily and you keep rubbing your eyes, while searching for something warm to wear. You’ve been extremely cold lately. And you know it has nothing to do with the fall rolling over. Neither can you warm yourself with a sweatshirt or hot tea, which you still choose to drink seated by your kitchen island.

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Carry You There

Have y’all seen this fan art by @fizzmouth that I reblogged a few days ago? Where Jack is carrying a drunk Bitty up the stairs? Well that’s been stuck in my head and now I wrote a ficlet about it. Hope you enjoy.

Getting wasted in the backyard of the Haus seemed like a good idea at the time, and after six beers, Bitty agreed that it was definitely still a good idea. It was March and the boys were celebrating the end of the regular season and the beginning of playoffs – their first game wasn’t until Friday, but it was Tuesday and getting Tuesday drunk made absolute sense. Truthfully, they had been celebrating the end of regular season and the beginning of playoffs for several days now, but this particular celebration included only the occupants of the Haus.

Well, not all the occupants of the Haus. Jack Zimmermann had an eight a.m. class and refused to participate in the Haus Backyard Bonfire Miller Lite Chug-A-Thon To Celebrate Making the Playoffs and Kicking Some NCAA Ass.

The celebration began before sundown while the weather was still tolerable. It’d been one of the warmer days in spring and Bitty had no qualms about shorts and a tank top while attending class and making dinner, but after beer number three the fire was roaring and the sun was sinking. Now after beer number six the sun was completely set and Bitty was cold. Not just chilly – he was shivering, quivering, and complaining cold.

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27kra analysis frame by frame, turns out fake + turns out a footage taken from a horror movie - ???

Hello TJLC conspirators and all people still digging to find some explanation for all that season 4 mess. Although I checked out your blogs and read metas from a long time, I didn’t have my own account, and the reason I decided to start one is something I recently noticed, which may or may not give some clues about something, i don’t know. I may be right, I may be terribly wrong, whatever, but the whole conspiracy itself is already one big madness, so I might as well drop something which may seem crazy or irrelevant to me…

People probably already analyzed it a hundred times, but I’d like to come back to the subject of thelostspecial.com and the whole 27kra thing. It’s unknow whether it’s a real official site established to mess with our minds, or an incredibly well done and entertaining fan made, but I think there’s something weird going on and the site’s content is definitely worth checking out. When you type thelostspecial.com/27kra/ you get a rather spooky, The Lost Highway-ish kind of gif which consists mainly of VHS-type glitches. Since I’m a huge fan of VHS, super 8, analog formats and all those glitches and deformations related them, I decided to split the gif into frames and look at them closer. Here I’m going to analyze what is visible on those frames (or maybe, what I can see). I won’t go on with guessing 27kra name, I’ll concern strictly on the gif’s content. There’s something that I noticed that I didn’t see mentioned anywhere on Tumblr (though I may be wrong and it could have been written already, and then I’m sorry for making sensations over old news). Okay, here it goes.

I’m going to post the frames in order. I’m going to write what I see on those pictures, which of course doesnt mean it’s right or anything cause other ones might see it completely different, and of course we cannot be sure of anything at all.

First off, we see something that looks like an entrance, or an exit, and a chunk of the corridor behind the “door”. That’s the first thing that came to my mind. It somehow made me think of Sherrinford, all that simple architecture, corridors and portals, etc., probably because of those numbers visible on the top and the bottom of the footage, it all reminds me of some sort of CCTV footage.

Next frame is just glitches… or maybe something more? If you look closer it seems like some very blurry footage of some room. You can see the black doors in the right corner of the photo, and just next to doors (or maybe a window?) on the left you can see a dark rectangle which might be a tv screen. Then there’s something dark on the left side, and on the bottom there’s something like a… white bottle??? Or just a bottle-looking glitch, which seems more probable. I swear at first I considered it just a composion of glitches, but now I see it as a room.

Then there’s THIS WEIRD SHIT. It appears at least four times in different variations, so I’m going to discuss it later. To see description scroll this writing. Now I’ll pass onto the next frame.

Glitches… anyone can see something in there?

“TV room” comes back again.

What the hell is that. A table with some books/CDs/packages (with some metal holders?)? And with something round? And on the left side there’s something like a floor and the wall? It seems as if someone took a photo of table (or whatever it is) standing just by this table. Table. Why am I even calling it a table? What the fuck is that? SOmEBODY HELP

Beautiful colorful smear of I don’t know what. Althought some people claim to see something in there.

A more blurry version of the “table”. I know it’s not a table - I hope someone enlighten me wtf it is.

???

And then there’s something that probably everyone already noticed. An eye. Or THE eye. I’ve seen people writing it’s Moriarty, well, that’s also the the first thing that came to my mind. I tried to find some photo of Moriarty looking down (sort of) so I could compare those pictures - I admit you guys are better at finding needed photos/screencaps, here’s the best I could find:

I cut it just to have an eye in the center. Not exactly the same position, but it doesn’t matter. I think they didn’t show him with eyebrows cause it wouldn’t be easier to see the similarity (IF there are some THEY, IF it is who we think it is.) Containing Moriarty in the footage would be a real sign that something wicked this way comes.
But, I don’t know. Someone told me it might be John Watson’s eye, which would fit the shot-in-the-eye theory. What do you think about it?

Another (or the very same room). A kind of cluttered room…






This one seems like a look at the room from above, maybe another CCTV angle. I think it’s the more visible version of the previous.What the fuck is that? A sofa? A coffeetable? Why am I seeing tables everywhere? And what’s that purple thing?

AND FINALLY SOMETHING FUCKY

Please let me paste the frame which I passed
Here’s what follows just after the CCTV-looking frame

I may be going mad but ISN’T IT A FUCKING FACE IN HERE?! I mean-

That’s how i see it. The face seems to be tilted back. If you look at the higher resolution screen you can see it seems nose-like and eye-like. The “hair” seem to be long and straight, so it’s a woman? Not a woman? Eurus? Not Eurus? Whoever? Or is it just glitches? But if you look at other frames by the end of the gif you can see “the face” sort of MOVES:

It’s tilted back a little bit more and turned in its left a little. Here’s the same thing in negative:

The things that follow:


BUT! I just now got this one idea… a crazy, fucked up idea, it definitely is insane and probably wrong, but…

Of course, of course I know it might me fake, something put together by some Sherlock fan, or whatever the fuck else. But something tells me it’s not. This COULD be the real thing, right? So, what does it tell us, fans/The Great Game players? At best: something’s coming, something’s happening, you’re on the right path. At worst: someone’s mocking us and though to me it’s highly enjoyable, it’s not Mofftis and we’re seeing things (IT’S JUST THAT THERE’S TOO MUCH OF THOSE SUPPOSEDLY NONEXISTENT THINGS TO SEE, COUGH COUGH). Either way, we’re being experimented on. I don’t know about you, but either way it’s awesome. For the first time from a long time i’m having real fun, and trust me, that’s a lot.
But, for real. If it’s just a fake and we’re all wrong, I would be highly disappointed. THIS ALL IS TOO GREAT, TO GENIUS, TOO ENJOYABLE TO RESULT IN NOTHING. And it means I’ve spent four hours on putting together a writing about something that doesn’t exist. To be honest, I’ve spent too much time on analyzing unreal things and searching for subliminal satanic messages in something very fucked up just to aknowledge it was all in vain. And now I’m just too mindfucked over this and other things that all of you post every day…
Maybe I got excited over something not relevant or already discussed, i don’t know, you decide. But i needed to throw it out somewhere. Please tell me what you think about it, and if you have something new to add about it or ask me about anything don’t be afraid to do it. I’m more than eager to discuss with you guys. Maybe I sound like a crazy person but it’s their fault, not ours, right?

originally posted by allthesherlockgifs

I’m new here but I decided to tag people that I followed before I even made and account and that I consider awesome meta writers - I’m not asking for attention, I just want to get in touch with people interested in investigating this difficult and mysterious™ case. So here it goes:

the-7-percent-solution   tjlc    jenna221b   inevitably-johnlocked     waitedforgarridebs       marcespot   marcelock
teapotsubtext      

Congratulations and thanks to those who got through it and are still with me. Don’t judge me too hard, I’m shy and confused but yeah, here’s all of that, maybe someone finds it interesting.
- Bloody


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UPDATE: Guys it’s solved. There’s nothing in there. It turned out that most of those glitches
can be easily found on Youtube as free samples of vhs glitches, except for the supposed
“Moriarty’s eye”. I apologize for raising hopes and making some of you excited about the concept, but it all turned out absolutely fake. I’m sorry. So sorry.

To somehow not to leave you irritated/disappointed entirely, here’s one last thing that still could be relevant…  There still could be some spark of hope because of the “Moriarty’s eye”. I couldn’t find it anywhere in premade popular glitches so it still could be a thing, maybe they just decided to do it easier way and paste one important frame between some easily-found shit from Youtube. Though i would except more from them. But… isn’t it all about spreading confusion? Maybe it’s MEANT to be that way… It does make me wonder why is it just like that, and well, the aim of all this investigating is to make us wonder, so… you never know. Sometimes it’s all about finding ONE IMPORTANT THING between irrelevant pieces and chaos, so if you want to believe this theory, we have this one important thing, we have Moriarty. I don’t know what to think of it all, right now I’m a little upset, so i can’t tell anything else.

That was my more positive take on all of this, at least i tried to find some proof it wasn’t entirely fake/irrelevant, maybe you have something wiser to add here. But personally i’m disappointed. I feel like an idiot now. Seems I’m as bad wannabe-detective as Anderson. Or even worse. I apologize again. :(

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ANOTHER UPDATE



@peggymarsh

  Unfortunately yes, I’ve seen it there. Even more frames. People on YT were guessing


it might be one of those cheap old idiotically-colored porn videos. Hmm.



@gemfangirl

  asked if it isn’t actually Mary’s eye. Here’s my answer:



Damn you might be right. The main recently reoccuring “secret” not secret villain is Mary, not


Moriarty, or Eurus, or Culverton. They seem to be almost minor compared to this hell that’s


currently going on with Mary. You know, the Murderous Mary, cofusion about “happy-housewife-Sherlock’s-best-friend-who-cares-i-shot-him” image presented in S4. She’s actually a most hated


character in fandom (aside from Irene Adler, lol) and her so called “development” in S4 is one of these things that make no sense.


This is all the logical and thinking part behind it. Now let’s have a look at photos for some comparision and, well…


I added the same sample of noise from the eye frame. The still is from Miss Me video message.

Glitches are confirmed fake but eye case is still open. What do you think?

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UPDATE OF UPDATE

Guys there’s something completely fucked up about this gif. It started from @memrysapendragon pointing out she found a short clip including vhs glitch stuff on twitter, this particular clip: https://twitter.com/secretcinema/status/793098416444375040  Then i found most of those trames on Youtube by searching “vhs glitches” tag. The video can be found here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OUoA-dKQhtc

It doesn’t contain Moriarty/Mary eye and I think it doesn’t contain a frame with a “sofa and tables” from the CCTV angle above the room, which i compared earlier to Baker Street. Now i read the comment section again and i noticed some people claimed the footage was stolen from a movie called V/H/S/2. I googled it and it appears to be some shitty horror/gore movie made from a few separate stories, and one of them included someone finding old vhs tapes with “scary shit”.

A really shitty movie, i can tell from screens i’ve seen in graphics, and what i read about it in general, so i don’t recommend it, don’t waste your time if you’re not actually a fan of things like that. Couldn’t bring myself to watch this shit, so i can’t confim it’s true but some people wrote it’s from V/H/S/2. I don’t know. Others however didn’t even know the source of the footage and this youtube short is widely considered to be just a collection of samples which people download for their purposes. Hell, it’s been used in some promo video on this Twitter account, while this whole “Secret Cinema” account has nothing to do with horror movies.

Does it mean thelostspecial.com is fake? Or there is some purpose behind this confusion? It’s getting weirder and weirder tbh

Felicity is the most misogynist thing about Arrow.

Felicity has consistently, from as far back as season 1, viewed every other woman has her competition. She’s thrown every other female character under the bus to better herself and it genuinely baffles me that Felicity fans accuse those who dislike her of being misogynist, because Felicity has - since her conception - been the writers primary tool to facilitate their own misogyny.

Felicity dug into Moira’s background (granted she was enlisted to do so, however she continued even after she was specifically told to stop). Felicity then used the information she’d found on Moira (that also involved Thea) as she saw fit, with no regards for the women in question. She told Oliver, simultaneously dismissing Moira’s privacy, driving a wedge in the Queen family, viewing Oliver’s opinion as higher than either Moira or Thea (who the info ACTUALLY concerned) and faciliated the writer’s need for Queen Family Drama and more Oliver-man-pain.

Felicity made a petty remark of “What was it fantasy island?” Because she found out about Shado and Sara being present on Lian Yu. Oliver is traumatized and is hallucinating about a dead Shado, is consumed with guilt over her death and has consistently expressed that the island was too horrifying for him to talk about. And Felicity gets so jealous over the mere existence of a dead girl who was a part of Oliver’s life literal years before Felicity even knew he existed, to the point where she makes scathing comments and flippant remarks about his trauma.

Felicity needs to be reassured and explicitly told that SHE is Oliver’s ‘girl’ when Sara joins the team, because she doesn’t see Sara as an equal and is so threatened and intimdated by another woman joining the team they needed to literally specify that Felicity is The Girl ™. God forbid women work togehter and value each other without being pitted against each other.

Felicity called Oliver’s own mother diabolical AT HER FUNERAL, clearly not having any respect (if not for Moira as a person then she should have AT LEAST have respect for what she meant to Oliver), and this disgusting comment is never addressed or considered out of line in the narrative whatsoever. She also made a similar quip after Amanda Waller was shot.

Felicity is rude, dismissive, ashamed of and disrespectful to her mother near constantly. She looks down on her for not being as intelligent and slut shames her for her dress, despite the fact Donna raised Felicity single-handedly and dotes on her daughter completely.

Before I go on I’d love to point out that ALL OF THIS SO FAR (with the exception of the Waller comment) took place in Seasons 1&2, because people seem to forget that Felicity has always been awful, and they’re viewing the earlier seasons with rose-tinted glasses because seasons 3&4 were just THAT BAD.

When Season 3 started, Olicity was suddenly a thing, and they shoehorned in some flashbacks to try and make it more feasible, one of which included Felicity randomly walking into her boss’ office at QC after hours with no purpose, spying a photo of Oliver on a desk and commenting aloud to herself how cute he is and how “its a pity you’re dead”. This doesnt have anything to do with her treatment of women, but atleast her lack of respect for the dead is a consistent character trait!

Felicity continues to throw Thea under the bus, what started with Felicity telling Oliver about Thea’s true parentage, driving a wedge in the family and neglecting to tell Thea (or moira, who’s secret it was to tell), continues with Felicity outright telling Oliver not to save his sister because it might result in his death (a risk that Oliver has already stipulated that he’s willing to take).

But it gets worse!! A newly resurrected Thea is struggling with bloodlust and is too traumatized to return to her apartment because of what happened there, she moves in with Laurel, because Felicity and Oliver wanted to drive off into the sunset and play house. Months later it’s revealed that Felicity has been consulting with the team behind Oliver’s back the whole time and not once did she suggest they return and not once did either of them consider that Thea might need him. Its also never once addressed that Felicity was wrong for lying and keeping secrets, because Felicity is never wrong!!

(Also in The Flash, Felicity straight up told Eddie that it was completely fine for him to lie to Iris if it was for her own good!)

Then, when Felicity finds out Oliver fathered a child years ago that he didn’t know about, her temper tantrum caused such a distrubance in the team dynamic that they got killed and Barry had to go back in time to correct the timeline to stop it from happening. So Barry obviously knew about the kid.

William’s mother straight up tells Oliver that she doesnt trust him or his intentions and if he wants to get to know his son then it has to be a secret and strictly as a family friend until she’s convinced he’s in it for the long haul (this makes total sense given the Oliver she knew was a selfish, egotistical playboy who was NOT father material, she needs to see that he’s changed, and not overwhelm her son unnecessarily if it turns out that he hasnt).

When William is kidnapped and Felicity finds out about him as a result, she is petty and juvenile while they’re working, completely dismisses and gets snappy with Samantha when she apologizes, even when Samantha takes full responsibilty for what she asked Oliver to do, and not once does Felicity ever ask about William’s wellbeing. Felicity is surpised to discover that William - like Oliver - likes baseball, and makes YET ANOTHER SCATHING COMMENT AT OLIVERS EXPENSE by saying that they should hope the resemblence ends there, because she apparently thinks that her fiancee has absolutely no positive qualities whatsoever that might be nice to pass on.

Felicity then breaks up with Oliver for lying to her, even though he didnt want to but had to if he wanted to know his son. Even though she spent months lying to him mere weeks earlier, even though she told Eddie that lying was okay. Even though she told her mother the prior week that it was okay if Quentin kept things from her because she should trust he had a good reason.

Felicity then keeps the apartment (yknow the one that used to be Thea’s until she had to move in with Laurel to deal with her trauma), as a result Oliver slums it out in the Arrow cave, because depsite running for Mayor, Oliver is unemployed. Felicity has a CEO salary but of course she keeps the apartment. She’s Felicity. God himself shit her out and she is completely right all the fucking time even when shes a self-righteous, hypocritical piece of shit.

Felicity makes bitchy comments about the breakup when theyre trying to work even though she was the one to end it, she then tells Oliver that he will always be who he was on that island. She basically told him the most traumatic experience in his entire life is all he will amount to, and the person he is as a result of his trauma is not someone she can love and its his fault that he’s that way because apparently she’s a victim blaming piece of shit as well as a hypocrite.

Laurel dies and on her deathbed tells Oliver that Felicity is the best thing for him despite the fact she loved him too. The writers wanted to 10000000% make sure that we all know that Felicity is The Girl ™ and anyone at all that might’ve potentially maybe been competition just pales in comparison, my guy.

Diggle is traumatized by the situation with his family and Felicity makes YET ANOTHER INSULTING, DISRESPECTUL “JOKE” AT OLIVER’S EXPENSE by saying Diggle is “one illegitmate child away from a great Oliver Queen impersonation”, making another dig at William, yknow the kid that she dumped Oliver over, the one Oliver didnt know about himself until shortly before she did, the kid that Oliver had to say goodbye to, before he’d even gotten the chance to be a dad to, in order to keep him safe. (But she loves Oliver so much guys! Honest! So totally cares about his wellbeing and whats best for him, even at the detriment of herself, I swear!)

TL;DR in conclusion, Felicity is a misogynist tool that the writers have been employing from day one. Its a common trope in fiction. She’s the token female character that all other females get compared to/dismissed for. They pit women against each other at every available oppprtunity and have Felicity become this untouchable writers-pet that is never called out and can never be wrong and she’s just so great and can do everything and everyone loves her and no one seems to question any of the horrible things she does because she is so righteous in her writers-pet bubble!

And because she’s a woman they try and champion this as ground-breaking and feminist, when its actually extremely misogynist and anti-feminist, especially when you consider that if the tables were turned and OLIVER was the one doing all this shit to Felicity, then people would be out for blood and screaming misogyny from the rooftops, but because Felicity herself is a woman, they think that it makes her exempt.

But felicity isnt a woman, she’s not real, she’s a puppet being controlled by men and theyre using a female character to get away with misogyny.

The whole idea of The Girl ™ and the concept that one female character has to be the 'Alpha’ and something happens to every other female to prove that she is clearly The Best of the women, is always inherently misogynist and exists to fasciliate pitting women against each other.

frostniskare  asked:

A prompt for Valentine fic, if you don't mind c: So: first time Stiles gets a date for Valentine, detailed plans and all, but that morning he's being stood up and shit goes down with a new baddy, so he's kind of freaking done, and he also gets hurt (but not too much) so Derek, feeling how much he's sad and angry, since Der called him there, decides to make up for it even with his awkward social skills and angry eyebrows. Cool date (and sex, if you're up to) ensues. HAPPY ENDING yeah c: Thanks c:

Also on ao3!

Stiles brought the bat down on the kelpie’s head again with a sickeningly wet thud. He raised it only to slam it back down on the creature’s pulverized cranium, bone cracking under the overzealous assault.

The rest of the pack looked on in a mix of horror and morbid fascination as Stiles continued to literally beat the dead supernatural horse. Black blood seeped out of the kelpie’s many various wounds, painting the rocky riverside with dark gore, the moss stained by the dark blood.

After a couple hikers had been reported missing in the preserve earlier that day, the pack had spent hours trying to figure out what had happened, attempting to decide whether or not there was a supernatural component or not. Their suspicions had intensified when the hiker’s dead bodies were found downstream, pre-mortem slashes and bruises covering them, fluid in their lungs indicating that they had drowned.

It was Stiles who had come to the conclusion that a kelpie was responsible for the deaths of the couple, pointing out the hoof shaped contusions on one of the men’s chests. Derek deeming it very plausible, the pack had taken to the preserve, searching the area in which the hikers had gone missing for any sign of the kelpie.

After over two hours of canvassing the area, searching for the creature, it had made its whereabouts known by bellowing out a deafening roar when Isaac got a little too close to the river where it was residing. In response, Isaac had thrown his head back and howled for reinforcements while trying to fight off the crazed kelpie.

The rest of the pack had arrived in time to save Isaac from getting his skull crushed by one of the kelpie’s hooves, Derek tugging him out of harm’s way with a ferocious roar of his own. The alpha had received a lash to his face from the kelpie’s whip-like tail of seaweed for his troubles, a line of blood smattered across his face as he flashed his bright red eyes at the kelpie.

With the pack surrounding it, the kelpie had become even more aggressive, lashing out at them whenever one of them so much as breathed, leaving almost all of them wounded, dragging a few of them into the river with it as it attempted to escape. Crawling out of the frigid water, Stiles had ended things with one fell swing of his bat, the kelpie collapsing on the riverbank with a loud thump, but once Stiles started, he couldn’t stop.

He was pissed. It was Valentine’s Day and there he was in the middle of the preserve, soaking wet with his side throbbing from where the kelpie had scratched him with the sharp edge of one of its hooves.

He grunted as he continued his assault on the kelpie’s skull, the rest of the pack wincing each time he landed a blow on the kelpie’s head, eyes riveted to the gut-wrenching scene. Eventually, after several excruciating minutes of the violence, a hand shot out to grab the bat, sparing the kelpie corpse another hit and stopping Stiles in his tracks

“What?!” Stiles growled, snapping his head up to meet Peter’s eyes, baring his teeth in a human snarl, panting heavily as he tightened his grip on the bat. Peter just rolled his eyes at him with a snort.

“As much as I am a fan of unnecessary violence, this―” he waved his hand to indicate the kelpie’s dead body, black blood seeping out of its demolished skull “―is just plain excessive,” Peter drawled with a judgemental grimace. He dropped his right hand, wrinkling his nose at the sticky black blood covering his palm before wiping it off on the side of his designer jeans. Turning back to Stiles, he casually suggested, “Now, why don’t we just wash up and spend the rest of the evening having rough, wild sex, hmm?”

“In your dreams,” Stiles spat viciously, straightening up and squaring his shoulders, narrowing his eyes at the smirking werewolf. He was in no mood for Peter’s perverted little teasing.

“Well, yes. But that doesn’t quite answer my question,” Peter pointed out, raking his half-lidded eyes over Stiles’ body, not bothering to conceal his blatant interest. Stiles rolled his eyes, freezing stock still when Peter tacked on, “One would think that after getting stood up this morning you would be more than happy to jump into bed with someone as good-looking as myself.”

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My Addiction.

Author ladyoftheteaandblood

Fluffy Alternative Tom with Conny.

 I have an addiction, most of the time I can resist and go about my life like a normal human being with no problem, but should this thing cross my path I have to, need to, want to and do! 


My addiction is donuts, not the shop bought, over or under cooked, fat drenched things, filled with fake jam and covered in icing sugar that’s turned to slime. Not the American donuts that are covered in who knows what. 

Oh, no for me it’s the real deal, the freshly cooked, piping hot, covered in caster sugar, ring Donuts.

The machine itself, for me is a thing of magical beauty. 

Watching it mixed the dough in the bowl, see it pushed the gloopy stuff out the bottom in its O shape, to plop into the hot fat. Stare in delight as it travels on its merry journey, along the moving metal grid, getting flipped over at half way, and finally travel up and out of the boiling oil to be dropped into the sugar, where it is placed in a paper bag for me.

The sheer joy of being handed said bag with its contents of sugary ecstasy, that I then can take away to consume to gratify my lust, is beyond all measure. 

If this can be added to with a fresh cup of hot coffee, so that I get a sugar rush and a caffeine high, well day made. 

Unless you are not me, and then it can be a wee bit embarrassing as according to Tom, I am like a two-year-old once I have eaten my bag of Bliss and hit my sugary High. Which coming from the man who will dance in public and the drop of a 70s disco track, is a bit rich.

Having confessed to all the above and said a quick “hail Mary” just to be on the safe side. You will understand my rage when I tell you the following tale of woe.

I’m sitting in my bedroom feeling well quite frankly shit! The time of the month had hit hard and I had no one to go out and get me sugary goodness to help my ease pain.

Tom was at the White House correspondence Dinner in USA, hobnobbing with the stars and wouldn’t be home for another week. He was texting me regularly with silly tales of celebs and pictures of all the pretty dresses with lines like.

“You’d look good in this”

“How do you pee in this?”

And “that dress looks like its eaten her” He was doing his very best to include me when I was so far away.

This was helping a bit, as I lay on my bed watching a DVD of Buffy the Vampire slayer, in my somewhat aging PJs. He carried on texting with tales of drunk shenanigans and dancing disasters. I even got one of him with a duck on his head.

And then he sent me this…..

Originally posted by damnyouhiddles



All I wanted at that very moment in one picture, him and donuts. It was more than a mortal girl could endure. 

I text him back a gif of crying, and mentally decapitated him for sending such torture to an already suffering soul.

Originally posted by i-am-bad-and-i-love-it


The text I got back was of a begging for forgiveness gif and the words.

“Will make it up to you on my return Darling I promise”

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“You better” was the reply sent with a  sensitive gif of my feels .

Originally posted by now-s-cream



Some weeks later after he was home, we had a date, I was off out to meet him at a charity function on a Saturday afternoon. Which quite frankly turned out to be a lot of rich bores telling each other how amazing they were and having a contest as to who had given the most.

Tom was brilliant at these events as he had developed the talent of encouraging the slightly drunk females to give more, by telling them all how adorable they were and how generous. 

He would turn to female one and say.

“Do you know Mrs H, she’s given X amount, to this cause, what a wonderful, darling person”

Mrs Q not to be out done, would then tell him she would give a bigger amount, he would praise her, and so it would go on. 

And all the little sod had to do was smile and give the occasionally hug. Honestly, he could charm the cherries off the trees, as my mum would say.

I was the other side of the room trying the same trick with the men with very little success, as they were all moaning that their ladies had all sodded off to that Hiddleston bloke. Comments like 

“Can’t see what they see in him myself” this came from a short fat guy who could have played Toad of Toad hall with no makeup.

“Bloody lazy actors” This from a guy who did absolutely nothing, having inherited a small fortune from daddy. and my afternoon favourite,

“Bet he couldn’t fight his way out of a paper bag” I decided if I ever get a really big bag I will try it and see, just for fun.

By five I was more than tired, so Tom told me to head off home and he’d meet me there. 

At all these events, I put a pair of comfy shoes in the bag left with my coat, along with jeans and a t-shirt. I change in the loos and that way I can get home using public transport or feet.

The day was glorious, when I venture outside and the London embankment was full of people wandering along in the sunshine. The carousel was up and running with small kids on giggling. I couldn’t resist and had a quick go taking a selfie and sending it to Tom.

Then as I dismounted my wooden steed, a smell grabbed my nostrils and tugged at me like Pooh Bear after honey. 

Somewhere, somewhere near, was a machine of magical power, a machine that made hearts sing, a machine that made Donuts!

I turned in to Sherlock Holmes and soon hunted the beast down. There she stood, a mobile donut stall, and not only did she make and serve  hot donuts she sold coffee too. My day just got extremely better.

I stood in line to be blessed by the machines awesome talents, paid the meagre amount for such heavenly fayre, watched with childish pleasure as the dough became six donuts, and then took the bag of goodies and one hot coffee to go.

As I walked away, the tiny port of paradise closed its doors for the day. Wow to think if I’d left any later I could have missed it.

I then text Tom

“Look what I’ve got by the carousel” one picture of the contents of paper bag.

“Stay right there, I’m out and free, I’ll join you” So I sat by the river in the sunshine on a blissful afternoon and waited for my sexy guy.

After one minute the smell was too​ much, so I took out my first hot donut and nibbled, took a sip of the coffee, which was very good, and then thought sod it and tucked in to my share. Well you have to eat them when they are hot.

The boats went by on the river, I waved to the tourist on the river bus, some even waved back, and I noted how prettily the sun sparkling on the water.

The water police shot up the Thames as all hell was breaking loose somewhere but me, I was happy if a little high from sugar and caffeine, and now possibly dancing to some guy’s loud music and getting strange looks.

Big red Buses went over the bridge, people had silly conversation that made me laugh and time slipped away. I sat down on a bench and carried on admiring the view.

Finally a hand tapped me on my shoulder, and I looked round to see a smiling blue eyed handsome man behind me.

“High sexy took your time” he came around my side of the bench and sat down, put his arm around my shoulders planting a kiss on my lips.

“Hello sweet tasting lady.

Sorry about the wait, it took longer to get away than I thought. The lady in the dress that wanted its own map reference, tried to make me an offer. She said she give ten thousand to UNICEF if I spent the night with her. She looked very hungry, if you know what I mean and it took me a while to respectfully decline her lovely offer, and run for it.”

“My Brave lover, have a donut” and I held out the bag to him. Tom put his hand in and

“You bloody eat them!”

“Not all I got six” shit!

“Well there’s just some sugar left now, you’ve eaten six donuts!?”

And apparently, I had, either that, or as I told him on the way home as he sulked, it could have been ninja Hamsters who at this time of year are known to nick hot donuts.

I don’t think he believed me.

Pictures  not mine I just played. Gifs from the magical Tumblr gif machine and again not mine.

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So this had been a headcanon staple of mine for ages but, FAHC Dan and the Crew yes? Because it’s some good shit, Gavin and Dan together again, another weapons expert/hitman at the crew’s disposal yes? And the crew get along just fine with Dan yes? Right?

Fuck no. Michael is and always has been a jealous idiot, about Lindsay, Gavin, Meg, even before they were all dating but now? This guy that Gavin absolutely adores, who knows Gavin as well if not better than Michael does, this guy who’s talents range from guns to cars to explosives, to Michael’s thing, Michael’s area of expertise, Michael hates Dan. Dan doesnt like Michael either I mean Michael is openly hostile to Dan and at first Dan kinda thinks he’s like this with everyone and asks Gav why he’s dating that dickhead and Michael damn near blows a gasket, and then Dan learns it’s because he’s jealous and gets defensive and then they both actively just don’t like each other. They play act just dandy when Gavin, who’s so far down the ‘Dan’s back and alive and here with me and he’s ok and my B is back’ rabbithole that he does not (yet) notice the strife between his boyfriend and best friend

And so Michael and Dan constant trying to one-up each other, getting on each others shit like
Random Thug: one more step Jones and the limey gets a bullet in his head
Michael: just one?
Dan: fuck you Jones
Michael: yeah ok, anyway bye Dan, ive got more important shit to be doing, GAVIN MY BOI ARE YOU IN THERE?
Dan: are you gonna damn help me?
Michael: I wasn’t planning on it no.
Dan: You’re a cunt you know that
Michael: eh, I try, GAV, BOI-

Random thug #2: i’ve got your friend limey, stand down!
Dan: friend?
Michael: damn straight he’s not right. ugh, fuck you for making me agree with you dan.
Dan: right, anyway *sits*
Dan: continue. 
Michael: i’m gonna slit your throat and tell Gavin it was a freak accident
Dan: can’t do that if youve been shot in the head. please sir, continue,

Michael: ‘oh hey Gavin,’ i’ll say, ‘yeah boi its the darnedest thing, Dan just up and died. just stabbed himself like eight or nine, ten, twelve times in the face. so strange.’ I’ll say
Dan: if you’re as shit with a knife as you are everything else I wont have much to fear, will i?
Michael: ‘Fifteen, twenty times,’ I’ll say ;carved his own damn eyes out man, dan’s such a weird fucking bastard, i have no idea why you hang out with him’ and then i’ll set your room on fire to really sell it

Dan: you’re doing that wrong
Michael: no I’m fucking not Dan I’ve been doing this eplosioves shit for fucking years you horse’s ass
Dan: oh really, and how did you learn this ‘explosives shit’ eh? 
Michael: I’m self-taught jackass
Dan: and I learned in the military and you, are doing that wrong
Michael: I fucking hate you

Dan: you were supposed to shoot that guy
Michael: oh really Dan? Really? Are you sure because if I’m not goddamn mistaken I was about to get fucking shanked to death
Dan: oh quit your bloody whinging, if you’d shot that guy you could have taken this other twat out before you got ‘shanked to death’.
Michael: YOU HAVE A GUN TOO YOU-

Gavin: you two came for me!
Michael: I did! I did, all by myself. Dan didn’t help worth a damn.
Dan: Bullshit, Michael spent the whole ride here crying in the backseat
Michael: because I love and missed you boi, I was emotional
Dan: oh is that right, and I could have sworn it was because of your crippling inadequacy compared to me. That or the fact that you have no idea what a proper explosive rig looks like
Michael: mmmmm fuck you dAN

They spend all their time digging st each other until Gavin walks in the room and spend the rest of their time squabbling for Gavin’s affections. Michael makes up for Dan having known Gavin longer and all their inside jokes and their closeness by lots and lots of physical affection. He stands there kissing Gav staring Dan dead in the eye. Dan responds by buying Gav a new phantom, and grinning at Michael while Gav coos excitedly over it.

Them working together is usually only for Gavin’s sake and is never any modicum of friendly without Gav there like, their one common interest that they won’t immediately fight about, for his affections sure but not him, is Gavin. Their one common goal being his health and happiness. Gav gets hurt? Send Dan and Michael out and Gav will be carted back to the penthouse in record, tossed in the hospital where he will stay until Caleb clears him, no ifs, ands or buts. Gav gets kidnapped? Gavin’s rescued a day or less later and an entire swath of gangs in that sector of the city get taken out. Gavin’s been up for 5 days trying to get into some database? Dan and Michael bully Gav into sleeping, a feat more impressive than anything else.  Dan senses something wrong with Gav, emotionally, physcially, Michael confronts Gav about it. If Gav lies his way past Michael, Dan’s there to pick up the slack. Just, Dan and Michael’s the ‘we ‘share’ a loved one but also fuck you’ guys

Freshman Mistakes!

These are mistakes that people make all throughout high school, not just freshman! But to keep the title concise I just called it that  Also, long post coming up! 

In Class

  1. Not asking questions in class. At lot of students are shy and embarrassed about asking questions in class, But, there are always people who have the same question as you and it isn’t worth not knowing stuff on the test than feeling awkward for two seconds. Also, I’ve had teachers majorly bump up my marks because they say me asking for extra help and putting in effort.
  2. Not doing homework when it gets assigned. I will admit, sometimes there are times when you are 100% confident you already know how to do what was taught in class. But, mostly, doing a bit of extra practice can help you a lot even if it seems like a waste of time. When you are in upper grades and harder classes, doing homework every night is not optional, so get into the habit now. 
  3. Not taking notes in class. This can be hard when your teacher gives you handouts or just has you copy from a powerpoint. But what you should work on doing is listening to the teacher and write down extra information on your page from what they say, not just the bare minimum from the PPT. This is such a useful skill in upper years… I have some classes where the teacher just stands at the front of the room and talks and you have to create your own notes. 
  4. Not reading rubrics/instructions. I have so many examples of getting marks taken off even though my project was good, just because I didn’t read the instructions. Make sure you go through the rubric and/or the assignment sheets and check off that you have all of the components.
  5. Trying too hard to impress teachers. The best way to impress a teacher is to come get extra help, raise your hand in class, do all of the assignments as best you can and ask when you don’t understand something. Basically, show that you care about their class and are willing to work hard. Don’t bother sucking up to them about things outside of class or trying to prove yourself by writing an essay twice as long as recommended. Just try hard and your work will speak for itself. 

At School

  1. Not joining any activities at school. Activities boost up your resume, are a great way to meet new friends, and can be a really good way to stay involved throughout high school, because you can stay in the same club for all four years if you want. Pick one or two activities that really interest you and try them out!
  2. Joining too many activities at school. I know, I just said to join something at school… but the key words are one to two! I have been the leader of many clubs and groups inside and outside of school and there is nothing more frustrating than having people say they are interested and then backing out. Don’t sign up for everything you think sounds cool and then leave the cub a few weeks later. Find a few things you are actually passionate about and do those instead of doing 10 different things! 
  3. Not using class time/spares to your advantage. If you have work periods in class or you have a study hall or spare during school hours, use it! Its way better than having to work on something after school, especially if its a partner project. Way easier to organize when you guys are both at school.
  4. Worrying about who you sit with at lunch. I promise, no one will notice if you sit alone in the cafeteria for a few days. If you feel self conscious, just take out a notebook and people will assume you’re studying and want to be alone. 
  5. Not taking gym! I don’t know if this is the same way at every school, but usually you need at least one gym credit to graduate. Take it in grade 9!! It is easy, fun, and literally everyone takes it , so you aren’t going to be the worst at sports. I waited and ended up being forced to take online health just to be able to graduate.  

Socially

  1. Worrying about boys and crushes. Having a crush on someone seems like the be all end all of your existence when you’re 14, but its almost always useless. If you like someone and they like you too, that’s great and you should pursue it if you want. But if you like someone and they don’t notice you, try as hard as you can to move on. It is not a useful way to spend time and focus! 
  2. Hanging out with people who don’t like you. I did this so much in earlier grades! I tried so hard to force my way into groups that didn’t like me and didn’t want to hang out with me. Let go of the people who don’t accept you and try to find friends who actually love spending time with you. You are amazing and don’t deserve to have to fight for someone’s attention. 
  3. Trying too hard to hang onto friends from elementary school. This isn’t to say that you can’t keep being friends with someone if you go to different schools. But sometimes, a friendship just fades when you guys go off to different places. For me, I had friends that all went to private school together and I spent so much time worrying about being friends with them even though we only hung out like every 6 weeks. Let friends go if you grow apart. It’s only natural. 
  4. Not thinking about the consequences of your actions when partying. If you go out and get super, fall down on your face wasted, you might a) get in trouble from your parents, b) embarrass yourself in front of people or c) just feel like absolute shit the next morning. If you want to try drugs remember that you might a) get caught and get in legal trouble or b) have a really bad experience. I’m not saying to absolutely never go out and party, but think about what might happen and decide from there. 

Hopefully this post is helpful to freshman and others! Feel free to reblog and add your own advice. :) 

bloomingcnidarians  asked:

2 and/or 19 for Gemma/Jaal, please!

19. kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing 

In which Gemma Ryder and Jaal have their first fight, and Cora does not want to deal with it. 

**********

Ryder’s ongoing quest to climb every mountain on every planet vertically had finally broken the Nomad in ways even the combined efforts of Gil, Jaal, and Vetra couldn’t repair.

“Are you still on fire?” Cora asked, both horrified and impressed. “My God. You’re still on fire.”

Ryder, halfway out of her armor, and looking as close to murderous as Cora had ever seen her, crouched down to peer at the Nomad’s undercarriage. “Shit, we are. Liam — we’re in crisis, respond!”

“On it, boss!” A fire extinguisher arced through the air, barely missing Gil’s head, and landed in Ryder’s hand with a solid thwack. Five seconds later, the fire was out, but the cargo bay was covered in foam, and the Nomad wheezed and groaned as its axles cooled.

“Shit,” Ryder said again, scrubbing at her hair. “Good eye, Cora, thanks.”

“I take it your field trip with Reyes went well?” Cora asked.

Ryder bared her teeth — Cora thought of a mongoose, and took a step back — but before she could change the subject or Ryder could start swearing, Jaal spoke up from the other side of the Nomad.

“Kadara is a cesspool on the best of days,” he said, his mouth curled in a sneer as he wiped a few droplets of foam off his eyepiece. He muttered something under his breath, and Ryder’s shoulder went iron-hard. “And today,” he added, once all the foam was gone, “was not its best day.”

Ryder glared at Jaal — the planetkiller stare, her father had called it; Cora heard his voice, felt the accompanying pang of loss and nostalgia — and the cargo bay went silent. The lovebirds hadn’t so much as exchanged tense words since they paired off months ago, but watching Ryder, whose teeth were still very much bared, and whose Sidewinder was still very much in reach, Cora readied a barrier.

No harm in being prepared, lots of harm in letting the Pathfinder spatter her angaran boyfriend across the Tempest’s cargo bay.

Five seconds of absolute silence passed, then Ryder gave herself a shake and exhaled hard through her mouth. “It sure as hell wasn’t,” she said, tight and furious, then turned on her heel and stalked away, without a backwards look.

Cora chanced a look in Jaal’s direction — hell, just like everyone else in the cargo bay — and found him watching Ryder’s departure with a mix of dismay and annoyance. Dismay ended up winning by the time the door hissed closed behind Ryder.

Sure glad I wasn’t tapped for this run, Cora thought, then felt a surge of guilt as Jaal made his way — deliberately calm — toward the makeshift showers in the back of the bay.

Another ten seconds of silence went by before Drack’s head popped out of the Nomad.

“Next time,” he said to the room at large, “someone else can go to Kadara. I’m done.”

***

Between Jaal’s first and second emotional openness seminars, someone — Cora’s money was on Liam — had taken the guy aside and explained that sometimes it was totally okay, even preferred, to let humans stew for a while before trying to work things out. And Jaal, being pretty quick on the uptake, had taken that advice very much to heart — not that Jaal had any other setting, Cora mused — and let Ryder stew, and stew, and stew, all the way back to the Nexus, where the Nomad could get some TLC and the crew could stock up on rations that were older than everyone except Drack.

Ryder spent most of the trip in her quarters, and for the first time, Cora realized just how much of the crew’s strange cohesion came from the Pathfinder’s relentless, dogged optimism. Everyone stayed as efficient as ever, but without Ryder breezing through the ship, no one seemed inclined to talk, or joke, or even give each other shit.

“I hate this,” Peebee said, two hours out from the Nexus. “They need to get over it. Jaal had the right idea. Kadara sucks, even that time Drack drank the water.”

Lexi’s eyes flew wide, and Cora leapt in before the good doctor could turn herself inside-out over that one. “I’m pretty sure it’s more than Jaal’s feelings about Kadara getting on Ryder’s last nerve,” she said, as diplomatically as she could. Privately, she mostly agreed with Peebee, but a part of her kept whispering that Ryder had held herself together through her father’s death, two of her own deaths, and facing the kett time and again. This wasn’t just being pissed off with Jaal; this was everything on Ryder’s back coming out at once.

She wanted to say so, but Peebee had already checked out of the conversation and was talking to Lexi about the new upgrades to Poc, and Cora didn’t want to ruin the moment. She finished her breakfast in silence, and headed back to her plants. As de facto XO, maybe she should have stepped in, and nudged them toward a reconciliation, but that advice about stewing went for her, too.

If Ryder and Jaal weren’t back to their usual adoring selves by the time the Nomad was repaired, she’d say something. But not before.

***

Halfway through their first day docked at the Nexus, a swell of whoops and laughter interrupted Cora’s reading. She shoved her datapad away and followed the sound down to the cargo bay.

Gil and Peebee turned around as she walked in, each offering her a quick nod before going back to cheering on Liam and Ryder, who were both balancing on gymnastics rings, five feet above the floor.

Oh, good, Cora thought. We’re back to Tempest Olympics. She’d been roped into enough of Ryder’s challenges for a lifetime, but Liam could always be relied on to take one of Ryder’s dares, whether it was do you think I can throw you over that ravine with my biotics or how many cartwheels can we do in full armor?

At least this particular challenge wouldn’t leave Lexi crying in her sleep. The good doctor was cheering next to Drack, though Cora wasn’t exactly sure for whom.

“How long have they been at it?” she asked, taking up a spot on Peebee’s other side.

“About fifteen minutes,” Gil replied, Peebee being too busy throwing half a cookie at Liam’s head. “Nowhere near the record, but we’re allowed to distract them this time.”

“Bullseye!” Peebee yelled, nearly deafening them both, as the cookie bounced off Liam’s forehead. He wobbled, cursing under his breath, but regained his balance a second later.

Cora grinned, relief rising through her chest. If Ryder was cheerful enough to start demanding athletic competitions, the worst was behind them, without her having to lift a finger. A reconciliation with Jaal couldn’t be far behind — except for the fact that Jaal was nowhere to be seen.

A little of her relief faded away, but then Vetra flicked a bottle cap at Ryder, and she nearly lost her grip as she tried to shift away.

“Oh, you’re going down!” Liam said, grinning as a fine sheen of sweat broke out on his forehead.

“No way, Kosta.” Ryder pulled herself upright, and gave him a wicked grin. “I’m in the zone. Can’t knock me out, can’t bring me down, can’t —”

“Hey, Jaal!” Liam yelled toward the far corner of the cargo bay. “Give a friend a hand, yeah? Distract your girl!”

Ryder’s head twitched toward Jaal as he walked into view, but she clearly didn’t make eye contact. “Pretty low, Liam,” she said. “Must be getting desperate. No wonder I’m winning.”

Desperate your word for creative, huh?” Liam jerked his chin at Jaal, who hovered at the edge of the bay, just in Cora’s line of sight. “C'mon, I know you’ve got moves.”

Cora watched Jaal’s emotions cross his face: reluctance, amusement, and the strange blend of wistfulness and intensity that had marked how he looked at Ryder, almost from the beginning.

I don’t know if I should roll my eyes or applaud, she thought, as Jaal made his way toward Ryder. It’s like something out of Ryder’s vids.

Why she’d expected anything less, she’d never know.

“Hoo boy,” whispered Vetra, and leaned back with her arms folded. Drack groaned, despite Lexi nudging him. And Ryder watched Jaal, her grip on the rings not faltering, her legs pointed straight and true at the ground.

Jaal wrapped his hand around her bare ankle. He didn’t squeeze, or stroke, just held on as he looked up at Ryder’s face.

“Come on,” Liam hissed, smirking. “You’ve got this.”

Ryder tossed her hair out of her eyes, the first trace of a smile curving her lips.

Jaal’s hand tightened on Ryder’s ankle. He lifted her leg — slowly, and Ryder’s smile widened — and kissed the inside of her calf.

Good lord, Cora thought, shaking her head.

“Ah!” Ryder dropped, laughing, into Jaal’s waiting arms. Cora saw his answering smile as he turned, not letting Ryder go.

Liam whooped and let go of the rings, darting forward to slap Jaal and Ryder on the shoulder. “And the champion is…the Kosta!”

Oh, Liam might have been the champion, but Ryder certainly didn’t look like a woman who had lost anything as Jaal lowered her gently to the floor. She kept smiling as she said something to Jaal, too quietly for anyone to hear over Liam’s crowing, and then they both laughed.

“Quite a show,” Gil said, pushing away from the railing. “Guess the kids are back to normal now.”

Cora hummed in agreement as she watched Ryder and Jaal slip toward the exit, hand in hand. “Guess so.”