i think i'm a little bit too obsessed with this photo

anonymous asked:

Hey this is just a request and I'm not paying for it or anything so feel free to take your time getting to this one but I've always wondered how the RFA would react if MC looked like the female version of Zen. White hair, red eyes, nice bone structure basically if Zen had been born a female he would've looked like MC but they aren't related to each other in any way. Have a nice day

✿ y’know, when i first got this, i had 0 ideas for it and then. and then jaehee’s section just hit me. after that i was so enamored by the image of girl!Zen dating the RFA that it just carried me on from there.

Thanks for the request! 


Yoosung is intimidated, and honestly, a bit overwhelmed.

You’re not quite Zen 2.0 - you’ve got different interests, a different personality, and aren’t quite as self-obsessed - but you really do look like a walking statue, with long, legs, flowing hair, and a fashion sense that could turn a man to stone. And you’re interested in him. Him. Little old plain Yoosung.

To say he’s sweating buckets would be an understatement. It’s like a torrential downpour.

It doesn’t help that he’s… always had a bit of a bro-crush on Zen - drinking together and getting all cuddly does that to you - and having feelings for you lets him express that in an uncomplicated way where he doesn’t have to think about his sexuality too much.

He gets kind of insecure sometimes, thinking that you’re too good for him - that, like Zen, you’re a natural star and should be with someone more suited to you. You laugh when he says that, tapping him on the nose and smiling at him. If you’re a star, than he is, too - your shooting star, your precious little comet that brings joy to the world.


zen is. zen is real confused.

On the one hand, you’re basically his ideal woman, because you’re athletic and the embodiment of physical perfection (given that you look so much like him and he’s a hot motherfucker). On the other hand, holy shit, you look a lot like him, are you SURE we aren’t related??? 

When you start flirting, Jaehee gets a little… weird about it. On the one hand, this reads like something straight out of those fantasies that she doesn’t want to admit to anyone she has. On the other, if you get together publicly, people might, er… get the wrong idea about you two, and spread rumors that are completely and entirely false.

Zen, in typical fashion, says fuck them. Not only are you smoking hot gorgeous and look amazing by his side, but you’re nice, and kind, and funny, and he’s not letting you go for anything in the world. 


The first time Jaehee sees your selfie, it’s when she walks into a conversation between you and Zen, when you’ve both discovered your uncanny resemblance and are bombarding each other with pictures of yourselves in various costumes and states of undress. You’re not an actor like Zen, no - you’re a gymnast, and much like the RFA’s favorite narcissist, you take absurd pride in your good looks and your elegant, ethereal form.

Oh, and your abs.

Your sweaty, muscley, perfectly formed abs.

(Here lies Jaehee, who imploded after being confronted by her rampant bisexuality.)

After Jaehee recovers (which takes awhile, because HOLY HELL, SO MANY PICTURES OF BOTH HIM AND YOU AND YOU ARE VERY??? VERY FLEXIBLE??? AND MAKE VERY NICE POSES??? AND OH MY GOD??? YOUR NOSE AND YOUR MOUTH AND YOUR JAWLINE ARE PERFECT???) she goes into a period of just. Disbelief. Completely flustered, uncomprehending disbelief because a.) she’s encountered a female version of sculpted perfection and b.) this goddess-like creature is SO NICE TO HER IT’S UNREAL. For weeks she is walking on air and not even Jumin’s workload can bring her down. Her feelings get a little more complicated when you start flirting with her, because this adds a completely new dynamic to the equation that she’d never once had with Zen, but she is So Incredibly and Absurdly Gay For You that she finds herself rendered a giddy schoolgirl when you so much as greet her in the chatroom.

It’s the first time she’s ever gotten to act like this in her entire life - just an innocent girl with a crush - and it’s incredibly endearing to see. Zen is so, so very proud.


When Zen realizes that you look like him, he feels a sense of kinship to you, automatically assuming that you’ll think like him too. To his surprise, you don’t… because for some ridiculous reason, you get along perfectly with Jumin.

This takes Jumin off guard a bit, and he’s not entirely sure how to react to this Zen-lookalike getting his sense of humor when he’s so used to bickering with the silver-haired actor. But your fine, flowing locks remind him of his precious Elizabeth, so he decides to focus on that association instead of the belligerent guy who puts a bad taste in his mouth.

Jumin seems unusually interested in the idea of making you wear kitty things - kitty ears, kitty sweaters, kitty shoes - and Zen loudly and angrily complains whenever photos of you in your cat get-ups surface in the chatroom, because it feels like a betrayal of everything he holds dear. Jumin thinks this is amusing, and also finds himself so incredibly into your general aesthetic that he gets genuinely morose that Zen would never join in.


His fallen star!!! His angora rabbit!!! His alien from another dimension, who holds the milky way in her hair!


Look, it’s basically canon that Seven thinks Zen is cute - look at how into sharing his photo he is. And now he’s got you? It’s like heaven! He’s so in love! Seriously, looking at you makes him giddy, because you’re just so incredibly striking.

His favorite past-time becomes getting you and Zen to dress up in matching outfits and then taking pictures of the pair of you. it’s endlessly entertaining to you, and you often convince Zen to indulge him because you like seeing Seven so happy.

creachivity  asked:

For your voltron family au, was there a time where Shiro grew out his hair? lol, I'm currently in medschool and sometimes my hair ends up growing really long coz I never have the time to go have it cut, or I just don't notice its long until someone points it out coz all I think about are my exams which are super stressful coz we have one like everyday haha. I can imagine Keith braiding some strands of hair late at night to relax while Shiro's nose is buried in like a hundred medical books lmao

[The Voltron Pre-Family AU] Shiro was currently in med school while Keith was doing internship in Hyperion Books. They would usually hang out during the weekends because they were too damn busy on weekdays. Shiro had finals the following week so when Saturday came, that meant it was Keith’s time to visit his apartment. 

“The king has arrived!” Keith announced as he entered the apartment carrying a plastic bag. “I brought ice cream, sunshine!” he smiled as he noticed Shiro looking up from his books, sitting on the living room floor as he made his way to the kitchen to unpack. “I got you some persimmons because you’re like a pregnant woman during finals week.” 

Shiro chuckled softly. “Awww, that’s so sweet of you, red bean. Thank you.”

“Dude, you’re out of milk!” Keith shouted from the kitchen. “When was the last time you went out to do groceries?” he peeked out to the living room.

Shiro brought his hands to rub his face in exhaustion. “Ugh. I think last week or something. I don’t know.”

“I got you covered, bro,” Keith winked. “I bought milk, cookies, fruits and vegetables and other healthy stuff I usually see in your fridge. Oh, and eggs!”

“Keith, you’re the reason I believe in God,” Shiro said dramatically. “What have I done to deserve such an angel like you breathing in my space?”

“It’s never too late to ditch med school for theatre, y’know?” Keith joked. 


Shiro continued studying while Keith sat on the floor in front of him on their shared coffee table. His boyfriend was reading a book while eating a banana, scrunching up his nose from time to time silently judging whatever he was reading. Shiro liked their quiet times, just sharing the same space and not disturbing the other.

After an hour or so, Keith stood up to sit on the sofa behind Shiro and suddenly, he felt hands gathering his hair gently.

“Your hair’s pretty long now, babe,” Keith observed. “You trying to copy me?”

“Maybe?” Shiro smiled, loving the feeling of Keith’s hands playing with his hair. “I mean, you look good and I was wondering if it would look good on me, too.”

“You could go bald and I’d still love you to the moon and back,” Keith declared without missing a beat, caressing Shiro’s exposed nape. 

“Geez, Keith. Why are you so obsessed with me?” Shiro placed a hand on his chest, looking back at Keith with a huge smile. 

“Shut up and go back to studying.”

He went back to studying and Keith went back to playing with his hair. Shiro got so caught up with his books that he failed to notice Keith began braiding his hair. The younger one hummed softly as his hands gently moved and Shiro smiled to himself because he could feel how careful Keith was in making sure it didn’t hurt him even just a little bit. 

A few braids and pages of diseases later, Shiro heard a click and he turned around to see Keith smiling at his camera. Their eyes met and Keith’s smile grew wider and showed Shiro his phone. 

“Look,” Keith said, bending down to wrap his arms around Shiro while showing a photo of his braided head. “I think I have a future in hair styling.” 

The photo was amazing. There were five braids all in all and Shiro was speechless. “Dude, that’s beautiful. I better cancel my salon appointment after finals then.”

“No!” Keith cried out, taking back his phone. “I love your undercut so much! There can only be one long-haired guy in this relationship and that’s me. You have to go, Shirogane.” 

“Unless we switch.” Shiro grinned. “Have you ever thought of having an undercut? I think you’d look really great and I will 10000% cry.”

“And what?” Keith smirked. “Have you fail med school?”

Shiro clicked his tongue. He was going to be so distracted if Keith got an undercut. He was distracted enough with his long hair and he was barely making it. “Dammit.”

Keith laughed even harder as he hugged Shiro once again from the back, kissing him on the cheek. “Finish up so we can finally eat ice cream while I question you stuff as you cry after every wrong answer.”

“An angel. You’re such an angel, Kogane,” Shiro said sarcastically. 

anonymous asked:

Really, I just wanna know how any of the Raúl characters (particularly Barba) feel about the fact that the fandom or their s/o has an infatuation with his tummy 😶 If you don't mind, that is... *sends love anyway because baby you're worth it 💃🏻💃🏼💃🏽💃🏾💃🏿*

pahahahahahahahaha ok ok ok ok. I know you said Barba but I totally thought of the awkward duckling Frederick so I’m doing both.

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Frederick knew he shouldn’t read reviews.

But, his most recent book had finally released to the public, and fortunately it appeared to be doing rather well. In fact, he had been invited for interviews, made it on the television. He wouldn’t quite consider himself ‘famous’ (he wouldn’t correct someone for suggesting so, of course), but he had indeed managed to find himself with a bit of a following- mostly young adults with a fascination that brought them to devouring anything and everything they could in regard to the criminally insane and serial killers…

And, well, while that may not be exactly the crowd he had intended on drawing in: it would do.

He had heard horror stories about Googling oneself. Who knew what you would find, especially if there was a reason for strangers on the internet to use your name?

What would happen, he wondered curiously one evening when the surveillance cameras of his hospital didn’t quite quench his nosinesscuriosity, if he simply…

“Dr. Frederick Chilton.” Send.
About 2,000 results (0.60 seconds)

Well isn’t that just fascinating?

Most of it was nothing new. A few opinions he had already seen, a video or two of his more recent interviews, some picture the press had gotten a hold of- he clicked over to “Images”, hoping he’d only find himself well-pressed and even better dressed.

The first row or two didn’t disappoint… but then, he stumbled upon a candid picture, or so it appeared. It was from a news station, shortly after he stood up and just before he re-fastened the button of his suit jacket; how embarassing, why would someone capture him without the blazer there to cover that boring dress shirt?

He couldn’t help from noticing, though; there were comments.
While pondering what ‘Tumblr’ could mean, Frederick went to the page containing the unflattering photograph, took a large drink of bourbon for courage: and opened up the hundred-or-so 'notes’.

“I’m obsessed with the tum-”

Tum? What are they talking about?


… cute? Frederick wouldn’t quite have used that phrase to describe himself; dapper, handsome, suave maybe but cute? Whatever, though…


Oh my god, he nearly choked on his drink- they were talking about his stomach? With wide eyes, he glanced downward, regarded his belly a bit more than he had in probably months. They said he had a tum? A cute tum, at least they were complimentary when discussing it…

“I looooooooove when he takes off his jacket-”

Why the Hell did he even waste money on nice suits? Apparently these Tumblr-folks would be much more interested in just seeing his stomach, his 'tum’ or whatever…

“The tum is so important! Daddy!”

……. Daddy….?

Very carefully, Frederick closed the laptop screen, brows knitting together. He was an acclaimed author, a doctor, a professional… yet, he was Tumblr-famous for his ’important tum’. Was this good or bad, he couldn’t quite decide.

Resolving never to bother Googling himself again, Frederick rose to his feet, tried his absolute best NOT to waste time studying his stomach any further- apparently there were already plenty of people who kept a close eye on it.

How odd.

He thought he had seen everything; but this?
A tum-obsession? HIS tum being obsessed over…?

People are strange. So, so strange…

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“Oh my God.”

Rafael Barba didn’t really find a reason to care that Carisi and Amanda were giggling at their cell phone. They usually found most anything amusing, especially kind-hearted Sonny, so who knew what they could have stumbled upon.

“I can’t believe someone actually made a blog about it-”

Why were they talking so LOUDLY, though? He was trying to concentrate, focus, actually get work done. Coming to the precinct may have been a mistake.

“These are pictures from his press conference on Wednesday…”

… Hold on… 

He had held a press conference on Wednesday.

Twisting in his seat, Rafael finally gifted the detectives the attention they were apparently trying to pry from him. “What on Earth are you two looking at?”

Proudly, Sonny snatched the phone, then turned it around so Barba could appropriately see the collection of photos. He squint, making quick work of scanning the little set. They were pictures of, well, him. “Who took those?”

“Your fans,” Amanda teased, and leaned over Sonny’s arm so she could scroll for him. “Look- they even leave comments.”

“You’re a hot commodity, Counselor!” Carisi only laughed when Rafael pried the phone from his fingers, then shoved his own hands in his pocket so he could carefully watch the ADA’s face. “Apparently you’re popular among the kids.”

Well, that would have been flattering, but the comments didn’t quite appear to be of the normal variety- a couple compliments about his suspenders (well, that’s nice of them) and a few side-notes about how great his hair looked (thank God he went to the barber just the day before)… but some were, well… a bit more interesting, to say the least.

Absently, his hand fell to his stomach, and at the sight of his slack-jaw and his brows nearly bouncing off his forehead- Rollins began to roar with laughter.

“HE FOUND IT!” She squealed, after hiding her face in the shoulder of Sonny’s suit.

Oh, but Rafael ignored her, much more distracted by the fact that these people were talking about… his ’tum’? He could only assume, due to the mentioned 'bottom right’ photograph where he was just about to button up his blazer, that they were indeed discussing his stomach.

And they were definitely not being shy about it.


They couldn’t be serious…

“I hope he never loses the tum, it is so cute.”

Okay, maybe they were being serious…

“I’m OBSESSED WITH THE TUM. Court is in session and my body is ready, we can meet in my chambers.”

The color drained from his face… really...?

Barba couldn’t decide if he was mortified or just surprised. Not only was he not quite prepared to consider that he had… fans? But now, he had to consider… these people discussing his photographs were interested in his stomach. Honestly, he didn’t think it was that noticeable… had he gained weight, or was that maybe just a particularly unflattering dress shirt? Were his pants too tight?


Okay, maybe the pants weren’t the problem.

“What the Hell is Tumblr?” He asked from behind curled fingers, which were being used to try and hide the bewildered look on his face, as well as his blush. “How did you two even find that?”

“Are we not going to talk about the fact you’re famous for your tum?” Amanda was still trying to recover, giggles interrupted every few words.

Carisi elbowed her, pointed out a later comment he noticed after he was given his phone back “Lookat this one- PAPI PROSECUTOR.”

THAT was enough; Rafael slammed his palms on the top of the desk, pulling their attention off the little screen long enough to watch him recklessly shove paperwork and his book into the familiar briefcase. “I’m getting out of here, you two are ridiculous, I can’t get any work done-”

“Don’t forget your jacket, Barba-” Sonny bit the inside of his cheek, yet still couldn’t resist a final jab, “Or you may distract a blogger with your tum.”

anonymous asked:

Started re-reading your previous wolf fic to reassure myself that all the miscommunication with Taylor and Ebs will work out haha. Now I'm wondering if you have any headcannons about Segs learning more about wolfiness and how it applies to him?

Do I!! Let’s see; it’s been a while since I thought about this, but for starters:

  • Tyler is really bad at judging when it’s appropriate to turn into a wolf. Like, he’ll shift in the middle of a crowded street, and then run away with his tongue sticking out, daring Jamie to chase him, and Jamie has to run after him and look around frantically to make sure there are no cops, because transforming in the middle of a city street is super illegal.
  • Some people around Dallas start taking instagram photos of Tyler when he does this, because they decide he’s adorable (which he is). #dallaspuppy starts trending on Twitter.
  • Jamie’s never had a particular rapport with dogs – they mostly recognize him as an alpha and are respectful. But, oh man, wolf!Tyler and Marshall have this whole language that Jamie doesn’t even understand. They can play for HOURS. Jamie watches them and thinks guiltily in the back of his mind how great Tyler would be with a child.
  • Speaking of which: Tyler figures out he can get pregnant and gets a little bit obsessed with it. Like, he knows it would mess with hockey, and they’re about to go into the playoffs, and obviously he can’t get pregnant right now, but…
  • Jamie promises Tyler his family will love him, and Tyler mostly believes it. But he also tries a little too hard to be friendly and cheerful and likable around the huge extended pack and Jamie notices and sidles up to him and subtly makes sure that Tyler almost always has Jamie’s hands on him, and Tyler’s able to relax into things. He really likes Jamie’s pack.
  • The concept of heat explains a LOT.

…Darn you, anon. If your goal was to make me want to write the Tyler/Jamie sequel, it TOTALLY WORKED.

twelveclara  asked:

hi! i have become a huge fan of you in the past like day or so (i'm sure your activity page at this point looks like i'm stalking you) as all of your commentary is perfectly on point - i love moffat and i think he's done so much good for this show that it just drives me insane to see baseless commentary otherwise (especially when it's clear it's coming from people who don't even watch anymore). anyway you're doing the lord's work here and i thoroughly enjoy and appreciate it :)

Hi there!

Thank you so much! For the record, your blog is incredibly amazing also; I’m sure in the not-to-distant future your activity page will look just as obsessive as mine!

I love Steven Moffat so, so much too. The hilarious thing is that this wasn’t always the case. C.2013, I was definitively part of the Moffat Hate crowd! I was the first in line to reblog every “The Day of the Doctor hates New Who canon!”, and “Clara’s life revolves around The Doctor!”, and “River Song is a terrible, regressive female character!” post I could find. (Luckily my old old blog has long since been deleted!)

I think the thing to understand about Moffat Hate, (and i use that term accordingly. Legitimate critique of Moffat’s work is something I have no problem with, and something I partake in myself), is that it’s effectively a phenomenon. And one that can only ever have occured to a show like Doctor Who:

For people like myself, who sat down with their family as an eight year old kid to watch Rose as it first aired in 2005, Moffat’s takeover of the show coincided with adolescence, and therefore with our own blossoming social awareness and critical skills. By this point, Doctor Who had well and truly carved its place as a staple of British pop culture, and therefore as a staple of childhood influence. (I mean, I don’t know about in the US, but in the UK, you’d be hard pressed to find a primary school pupil across the country who wasn’t avidly discussing the cliffhanger at the end of The Stolen Earth the Monday after the episode aired! I can’t emphasise enough how utterly huge Doctor Who was as a child. It was literally all anyone talked about!) 

The RTD era of show therefore has a real place in the hearts of many, and so, as is the way with nostalgia, we link it directly to our childhoods and romanticise it. Add to that a burgeoning social media platform built on synergetic hyperbole and herd mentality, (I mean gosh look at the “your fave is problematic” discourse, and how hard everyone here collectively turned from Superwholock Stans to agressively hating all three shows in the space of a few months), an unfortunately normal dose of self-critical cringe culture, (what we engage with and enjoy as tweens is automatically horribly uncool and terrible the older we get), and Moffat’s era never really stood a chance!

It was only upon doing a complete rewatch of the show after Matt Smith’s final episode, that I finally allowed myself to view these episodes out of personal context. With retrospect. And with Russell’s era, I discovered a goofy, passionate, indulgent melodrama that’s as clumsy and nonsensical as it is engaging and moving, while with Moffat’s era, I discovered a thematically rich, witty, macabre modern fairytale that’s as sumptuous and stylish as it is full of glorious glorious soul. They were both completely different to how I’d remembered them, both a bundle of triumphs with a few falters, and yet both standing on their own feet. It was only upon rewatch that I truly discovered, and appreciated, Moffat’s high-concept, darker, more visceral, and therefore more controversial, version of the show. It had guts! it holds a punch! Without negating the beauty of triumphant storytelling to do so! And it doesn’t half carry conceptual and thematic weight! River’s diary. Amy’s glasses. Clara’s leaf. Bill’s photos. Simple objects and items that Moffat pours entire universes into. There’s something so sweeping, so rich and so compelling about the imagery filled, picture-book way Moffat writes. He’s less a screenwriter, and more a storyteller. That’s the distinction I’d make, and the distinction that, in my mind, puts him head and shoulders above Russell T. (who is a tremendously brilliant writer himself, I might add).

This totally goes without mentioning Moffat’s ever-increasing embrace of social issues. There’s no way to view River’s story as anything other than a celebration of female freedom and female agency. There’s no way to view Clara’s story as anything other than a celebration of female defiance. And there’s no way to view Amy’s story as anything other than a celebration of female courage, of female kindness. Steven Moffat champions his characters, he champions his female characters, and there’s no getting away from that. He makes them suffer, because good drama depends on that, but they have always, always stood triumphant and proud at the end of it all. That’s a track record worth cherishing, I think.

All of this stands amongst an unbowed, unbent, unbroken, pro-female doctor agenda, and a current series which has given us shameless, open, positive, political commentary on the disgraces of historical whitewashing, on racism, on slavery, on capitalism, on colonialism, on indoctrination, on militarisation, on media bias, on fake news, on heteronormativity, on sexism and on the gender binary system. Oh, and the show’s first Black Lesbian Companion to boot. When it comes down to it, Steven Moffat really is pretty great!

Gosh, this turned into something really extensive and a little bit histrionic! But I’m so beyond passionate about this wonderful era of my favourite show, and, like you, I am so beyond frustrated by the constant mischaracterisations and misreadings, (in many instances, categorically and intentionally false ones, delivered by people who haven’t even watched the show since 2013), of the work and words of the man behind it all, that I think I deserve to be a tad extravegant! 

Thanks so much again! xx

Part 2, Chapter 2: Mouth of the Water

First the dogs will bark. They’ll know before any of us. Then I will have six to fifteen minutes.

I’ve been taking long walks on this coast, just north of the Oregon border. Bald eagles, actual bald eagles, sitting on a wide sandy beach, and I’m the only one here to see it. I can’t see anyone else in either direction. Waves repeating themselves at the tideline, clouds of birds fluttering up and resetting. 10 to 30 seconds after the dogs start barking, the ground will shake. 6 to 15 minutes later, the tsunami will come.

An earthquake is due here, and afterward the tsunami inevitable. If I began running when the dogs started barking, could I make it to the grassy dunes and up to the hills?

No. I can see the root, can make any plan I want, but I couldn’t outrun the wave. Six to fifteen minutes after the dogs started barking I would die. That’s what would happen.

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anonymous asked:


  • Their ringtones for each other: Stiles hacked into Peter’s phone two weeks after they began their thing and changed every one of Peter’s ringtones. Peter hadn’t even noticed until Stiles “accidentally” butt-dialed him one evening, halfway through a Pack Meeting (so important, must capitalize) and Bruno Mars’ “Treasure” began floating from Peter’s back pocket. Peter was not amused. Stiles, despite Peter’s intense glaring, has so far been unrepentant in his choice of “Hungry Like the Wolf” for Peter, but Peter shuts up quickly when Stiles threatens to have it be “Animals” by Maroon 5.
  • Their FB relationship status: They both have their relationship status as “in a relationship”, surprisingly. They do not, however, have the other tagged in them because of Stiles’ current status as “a minor”, per Peter’s demand; the sheriff has (almost) no problem with Peter anymore, but flaunting his underage son’s relationship with a man nearly twice his age on a social website where anyone can see? Peter can almost feel the wolfsbane bullets now.
  • Whether they are addicted to couples selfies: Peter, quite unashamedly, is. Stiles, on the other hand, always shies away when Peter opens his camera app, ducking his head and making certain his body is fully covered, fidgeting uncomfortably until Peter puts away his phone. One day, Peter decides, he will make certain Stiles is nothing but at ease with his body, make him eager to show off for Peter and pose for a quick photo (because, God knows, he has absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about, not in Peter’s eyes).
  • Which of their friends is over-joyed shipper trash that they are together: Ha. The only one who seems even remotely accepting of Peter’s part in Stiles’ life now is Isaac and that little scarf-obsessed puppy (who the fuck wears a scarf in seventy degree weather anyway? Really.) isn’t as accepting as he is amused, as if Peter doesn’t have what it takes to keep Stiles satisfied. The little bastard.
  • Who overshares intimate relationship details: Stiles, surprisingly. Or not so surprisingly, Peter supposes. Apparently, Stiles’ penchant for rambling on about Peter’s hands and mouth (not that Peter will ever tell him to stop; after all, who is Peter to deny someone the privilege of singing his praises?) has something to do with getting back at Scott for a few-too-many stories about Allison. Personally, Peter enjoys the looks of shock (Isaac), disgust (Derek), and appreciation (Erica - the girl is, by far, Peter’s favorite now) he gets when Stiles’ word-vomit gets the best of him.
  • Who steals the other’s clothes: Stiles always steals Peter’s shirts to sleep in. What? What can he say? So what if he enjoys the spark of lust in Peter’s eyes, the ever-so-bright supernatural flash of blue, when Peter picks it up after Stiles returns it and his scent is still ingrained into the fabric? So what if he likes that it makes Peter be a little bit rougher with him than usual that night? He’s a grown man (sort of); fight him.
  • Who’s the PDA fan: Stiles take an indecent amount of pleasure in making out with Peter when the Pack is around, making lewd and breathy noises until one of the Pack loses the battle of wills first and slides out of the loft with a huff (it is an almost foregone conclusion that Scott will be that person).
  • Who proposes: To be fair, Peter thinks about it before Stiles ever says anything. Peter thinks that he would like to see his ring on one of those sinfully long fingers, his Bite on Stiles’ neck, and Stiles in his bed and home (and heart) for the rest of their lives (and it would be their; Peter knows what he will do if and when Stiles is ever taken from him, and going out in a blaze of wolfsbane bullets and crossbow bolts suits his dramatic flair). So, Peter thinks about it, for a long while, but Stiles says it and, desperately unable to deny the little shit anything, Peter obviously goes along with it. (He pretends he’s doing Stiles a big favor for agreeing, but he thinks Stiles sees right through him, always.)

hathawayland-deactivated2014041  asked:

ahh, hello there :) i just finished my fourth re-read of the scorpio races and still, it's honestly one of my favourite books in the world. i was just wondering if you have any theories as to where thisby is located (in terms of the 'real' world - some said close to england and ireland? thinking maybe sort of isle of man?) and what time period the book's set in? there's mention of the women's suffrage movement and just, yeah, i'd really like to hear your thoughts!

Welcome, friend! Even I haven’t read it that many times! I bet you have some great insights, and I hope you feeling like sharing them anytime you so desire. And that goes for everyone. I love talking about this magical book! Sometimes I wish Maggie had spelled things out a bit more but she did leave clues in the text, which I am hell-bent on finding and puzzling out. It’s a mountain I have to climb.

So. Location first!

  • It’s in the Atlantic (“shaking…the Atlantic from their hooves”). When Sean looks at the western horizon, he pictures that somewhere out there is “George Holly’s America.”
  • We’ve got Gaeilge words like capaill uisce, and the names of the islanders are primarily Irish (Connolly, Kendrick), with a bit of Scottish (Malvern, Carrick), English (Eaton, Privett) and Scandinavian (Palsson, Skata) sprinkled in.
  • It has chalk cliffs.

I’ve often thought that Thisby seemed similar to the Isle of Man. They’ve got Celtic-Anglo influences (and even some Norse connections). What’s more, there’s the Manx legend of the cabyll-ushtey. However, Maggie did say in an interview that she was going for “quasi-Irish or Scottish,” though I’ll never be able to shake the English connection entirely due to the audiobook and her Yorkshire photos.

Now, I’m not satisfied to leave it at “quasi-Irish or Scottish” because I obsess about things. It’s what I do. This brings us to the issue of chalk. The Chalk Group primarily exists in southern and eastern England, but there is one tiny part of Northern Ireland where similar chalk cliffs can also be found: the Antrim coast. I see Thisby as being somewhere off the coast of Northern Island, betwixt the Atlantic and the North Channel of the Irish Sea, which would account for cultural influences, geography, and geology. The closest real-world equivalent I’ve found is Rathlin Island, which just happens to boast chalk cliffs, sea caves, ferries, and a connection to St. Columba. Too bad it’s home to 100 and not 4,000 people.

And now the time period!

I’ve written a little about fashion, cars, wars, and attitudes here, but I’ll always have more thoughts on the matter. Right now I want to focus on this quote:

  • “I had been to the mainland once with my father, for one of the races there. It was vests and flat caps and bowlers and canes…and wives who looked like dolls.”

Bowler hats found their peak popularity between the mid 1800s and the 1930s. The “wives who looked like dolls” bit is interesting, because the elaborate clothes of the Edwardian period and the 1910s looked ever so doll-like and women’s fashion had seriously relaxed by the 1920s.

This makes me think that this event happened pre-1920s, and as it is before Mr. Kendrick died, Sean can be no older than 10 years old. Flash forward to Thomas Gratton and “his big sheep truck, a Bedford whose headlights and grille make it look like Finn when he’s making his frog face.” The first Bedford was produced in 1931. So, supposing the book takes place in the early 1930s, the timing works out perfectly for Sean to have visited the mainland as a young child in the late 1910s.

This timing also works with the reporter’s question about Puck being inspired by the women’s suffrage movement. Women in Northern Ireland, along with the rest of the UK, didn’t get the unqualified vote until 1928. I can’t really see the reporter saying anything like that any later than the 1930s; soon after, the term “feminism” became more common and then we get into WWII where the landscape of women’s rights changes once again.

So, all that to say, I imagine Thisby is located off the coast of Northern Ireland and that the story takes place in the early 1930s. I might set it slightly earlier if it weren’t for that truck!

A hundred November cakes to anyone who was able to sit through my rambling essay! A hundred more if you’ll tell me your theories!

anonymous asked:

Ok so I know a lot of people ask and I'm sorry for being one more but what do you think happens to Brian and Justin after the show?

omg, don’t you dare be sorry for asking me this question! BECAUSE I LITERALLY THINK ABOUT THIS ALL THE TIME. I obsess over the infinite possibilities of what might’ve happened to Brian and Justin after the series ended pretty much nonstop tbh. Yes, I have a serious problem, and I thank you kindly for giving me an excuse to let all my feels about this stuff out (^▽^)

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anonymous asked:

Hello, I hope this one gets through. I'm a 16 yo cis girl and rather unsure of my sexuality. I feel a bit like I'm not bisexual enough or at all because I don't have this burning conviction that everyone else seems to have, when they talk about their sexualities. Do you have any advice on how to find out for sure?

Hiya! It got through! I’m trying my best to answer more asks this year. It’s my 2015 resolution. 

I had this exact same problem. My bisexuality wasn’t clear at first. I was really confused because I thought I was a straight girl with an appreciation for women. I used to get these massive admiration-attachments to female celebrities. I drew them all the time. I watched endless videos of them. I adored them. (I made this crappy video of Karen Gillan and Katie Mcgrath. It was literally just photos of them looking gorgeous to cool music. At that point I still thought I might be straight.)

I was (and still am) obsessed with Pre-Raphaelite art, and I have come to realise that I find the women in it really beautiful and wonderful and just perfect. This connection didn’t hit me until way after I’d come out. 

Luckily for me, one of my best friends at school was a lesbian. (She still is, obviously.) She came out just before me, and I sort of went through that process with her. I was by her side while she was figuring stuff out, and I was listening to what she was saying really intently and taking it in and realising that actually I felt very similarly. What she was saying about being gay was so relatable to me that I couldn’t ignore it anymore. I liked women too. She would talk about women, and I would be in agreement. Not just supportive pal agreement. Actual, yes, you are so right, she is gorgeous, agreement. (We both liked Katie Mcgrath a lot.) 

To be honest, even after I’d come out I would get a few wobbles about my feelings. But they were brought on by the way people were judging me and how society tells you a bisexual should be. I was always bisexual, but because of stereotypes, I was unsure if I counted. 

So that was the basic process for me, and to this day I’m looking back at things and seeing other signs from my childhood which I missed because we live in a society that is so heteronormative. People act like you can’t know your sexuality when you’re a kid, but little kids do get crushes, don’t they? I used to have little baby crushes on boys I liked and I even had a few ‘boyfriends’ when I was in infant school. (That meant we did register monitor duty together and wandered around together at play time). 

A painful thing to realise is that at that time I had a few on girls as well. But there was no way for me to understand them as what they were. I got little crushes on a couple of my teachers when I was small and then again when I was in secondary school. 

I suppose what I’m saying is that only you can know what you are feeling. Just don’t let what society tells you being bisexual is get confused with what it really is, which is an attraction to two or more genders. If you think you feel an attraction to two or more genders, then you are probably bi.

If you don’t feel ready then you don’t need to name what you are feeling at all. You can always give it time to decide what label you feel most comfortable with, if any. You have your entire life. There is no deadline for announcing your sexuality. 

It actually helped me to come out as bisexual, because once it was said, I felt this weight lift from my shoulders and I was able to really examine my feelings. Since then I’ve realised that I am a bisexual with a preference for women, so there are always new things to learn about yourself. 

I hope this helped. If not, then I hope it helped you feel a bit less alone, because I’ve been there too. 


anonymous asked:

Please share your thoughts now on the line moving VERY fast at the ticket booth. I wondered what you wanted to add. I'm just super amazed she does it at all since the exchange is done after the standing ovation is done and people gather their things and head to the exit. Lol if it would have been me a would tops make an appearance wave and blow a few kisses and then be off in my town car to my hotel.

OK, well, I kind of went off on a tangent about this last night and then deleted it because I didn’t think it had a place in my happy post about seeing Streetcar. I want to emphasize that I think the majority of fans who go to Streetcar because they love Gillian are respectful and just excited to see her and be near her and watch her do the thing she’s so amazing at. And also that if she didn’t appreciate the fans and genuinely want to be generous with her time and show them that appreciation, she wouldn’t do it. 

I saved a draft of what I said last night so I’ll just dump it here: 

I possibly have a non-majority viewpoint on this, but I 100% do not feel that she owes everyone, or anyone, a big personal moment or personal attention or whatever, and maybe it’s just me but I sometimes feel this like, constant undertow of people being always disappointed because it’s always not quite enough or they always want to see her or talk to her just a little bit more or have her sign just one more thing or give her one more thing or talk to her one more time, and I’m sure I’m projecting quite a lot, but I find it kind of despair-inducing and I can’t imagine how it feels to actually be the focus of it. I think it’s wonderful that she will do this, it’s kind of crazy that it has to be organized and orchestrated by the theater people, but I think that’s DEFINITELY the way to go instead of just sending her out the door into the madness. The other actors walked by the line of people waiting for Gillian and like, basically no one gave a shit. I think someone yelled to Vanessa Kirby that she was pretty??!?!????(???)??!? So, you know, it’s clear where the obsessive attention is focused. So I think it’s wonderful that she pokes her little head out and makes a joke about hamburgers, and is so sweet and good-natured about it all, and even after doing that whole play continues to be “on” for however long it takes to get through that line. And I think it’s actually GREAT that they have all these rules like “she will only sign Streetcar stuff” and “only one thing” and “no pictures” so you don’t get people going “but please can I have a hug? I came all this way” and other stuff that makes my skin crawl, and again I’m very biased here. Because boundaries in situations like this can be very helpful and in fact essential for keeping the situation controlled so that everyone gets something of what they want.

Basically, when you buy a ticket to the play A Streetcar Named Desire, starring Gillian Anderson, you’re buying a ticket to sit in the audience and watch the play. You’re not buying a ticket for an autograph or a handshake or a photo. This isn’t a convention. Gillian must be ready to COLLAPSE after this play and it is VERY, VERY, VERY, VERY GENEROUS of her to not only say that she’ll sign stuff after the play but to have a formalized arrangement about it. It’s good for her because she gets to be slightly separated from people (via the box office window) while signing, and she gets to make use of the theater staff to wrangle people to have it be done in a more orderly way so she’s not mobbed, and it kind of releases that pressure valve of people who MUST TALK TO HER AND SEE HER so that, hopefully, once she actually leaves the theater she’ll be left alone. So I’m not saying it’s ONLY the goodness of her heart that causes her to do it that way, but at the same time I think it’s good of her to face that situation the way she does, and be practical about how to manage it, instead of being like “eh whatever, I can’t deal with these mobs of fangirls, just please get me to my car.” She could easily do that, and this allows her to control that situation somewhat, but at the same time, it is a BONUS of access that she doesn’t have to provide, and it is kind of her to do so. 

I have no idea what precipitated the thing she tweeted yesterday about how she can’t sign every night and also SOMETIMES SHE MIGHT NOT COME OUT FOR A WHILE, but it’s that second one that made me crazy – I have no idea if it’s the case, but if people are actually bitching that they had to STAND AROUND FOR TOO LONG while she RECOVERED IN HER DRESSING ROOM before she came out and gave them a FREE MF-ING AUTOGRAPH, then that’s where I switch over from “I know you were excited at the idea of meeting her and it’s disappointing that she didn’t sign tonight, so I’m sorry you didn’t get to and I feel you” to “OMG YOU ENTITLED ASSHOLES, GET SOME FUCKING PERSPECTIVE MY GOD.” It’s possible that it was just Gillian her sweet self who’s worried about disappointing people by not coming to them soon enough and nobody has complained about it at all, and if that’s so, I’d be much relieved about that and I would also like to say to her TAKE AS LONG AS YOU NEED, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, IF PEOPLE DON’T WANT TO WAIT FOR 45 MINUTES OR WHATEVER THEN THEY CAN LEAVE FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE. 

Anyway. Can you tell at what point this morning I finally had my coffee? Heh heh. Basically, I think the autograph line is a very sensible way to deal with the “people love Gillian and want to interact with her” thing as painlessly as possible for her/them, maximizing the number of people who get to see her while not completely sucking her dry after her performance. An unfortunate side effect may (or may not) be that since it’s more of a formal setup, people may start to feel like it’s part of the “package” and start to get grabby about it if they don’t feel like they got ENOUGH time with her or it wasn’t fast enough or whatever. And I’m not saying she doesn’t like meeting fans and doesn’t appreciate the support – it’s very clear that she does. But I’m also sure that she’s tired after the play and that the idea of meeting a bazillion starry-eyed fangirls afterwards, all of whom have waited for months or years for this moment and will remember it for the rest of their lives and are laser-focused on her, has got to be overwhelming. I think it’s very generous of her to do it, I think we should remember that it’s a bonus and not part of the price of the ticket, and I’m glad it was thought through so carefully and that they came up with this setup that seems to give everyone what they want.