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Random Wilderness Encounters (1d100)

Here’s a complete list of my Wilderness Encounters (#1-5)! After this I’ll be posting Random Town Encounters. If you guys want other environments let me know! (Ocean, Island, Mountain, Underworld, ???)

[1] A friendly stray dog appears, when asked to speak the dog has a lot to share
[2] Materializing out of thin air, a magician appears claiming one of the party members is their long lost cousin. Surely this must be a mistake?
[3] The sky above turns into a strange hue, birds begin flying in strange patterns in response
[4] Copper sign on a large oak tree warns of a dangerous beast that hunts in the area
[5] Strange traveling merchant appears selling exotic fish and unique magical spices. They’re desperate for loyal customers, surely this won’t be the last the party sees of them
[6] There is a shift in the aura, the party have crossed into a large-scale summoning circle
[7] A faint tune is heard, a pleasant and somewhat familiar whistling. But only half of the party can hear it
[8] The trees appear to be sickly, covered in an acidic substance. The source of the infection lies deeper within the woods. It is hungry
[9] Ruins of an abandoned town lie before you, only a few decades old. What awaits within the shadows?
[10] A strange marketplace is stationed near a spring, all the merchants seem to be friendly but you can’t help but feel like something suspicious is going down…
[11] The temperature drops to an insanely low degree almost immediately. Destroyed trees and earth lie ahead covered in ice crystals and blood
[12] A carriage rides toward you in the distance, the driver smiles and waves. As they pass by, a tied up body wriggles and falls out of the carriage
[13] Pointed plant spurs shower the party attaching to their clothes, they are difficult to remove and grow in size very rapidly
[14] The aroma of baked goods floods your nose, it’s rich and enticing. A colossal sized monster is baking goods in a makeshift oven near a river
[15] Goblins camping on a hill loudly argue about a dishonest game of cards. Looks like their betting pool is full of interesting treasure
[16] Forest spirits glow and awaken as the party enters their domain. The spirits offer a safe way through the forest as long as they promise not to steal any of the enchanted flowers within
[17] A wounded Minotaur rests against a tree slipping in and out of consciousness
[18] Blessed by a beautiful night, the party gaze upon a shooting star. It glows brightly, increasing with size as it makes contact with the earth itself not too far away
[19] Travel is pleasant until the party notices their packs seem to be lessening in weight
[20] Twin travelers, no more than 6 years of age, approach the party lost and scared. They refuse to let anyone open up their knapsacks
[21] A band of muggers attack the party, they are completely drunk and can barely hold a dagger
[22] It seems you’ve stumbled onto the hidden base of an Alchemist, strange abominations infused with Chromatic Orbs guard the premise
[23] “Huh. That’s weird, did that plant just move or was it just me?”
[24] While scavenging for food, you stumble upon an adorable but frightened rabbit. Every time it sneezes it changes forms, starting with Owlbear
[25] An abandoned grain mill provides some convenient shelter for the night. Inside the mill the party discover a complex mechanical endoskeleton, the rusted metal gears creak uneasily
[26] Nearby, a crowd has gathered around a clay golem without a master. The crowd watches, enchanted as the golem paints masterpieces. The paint has a strange property…
[27] Two Monsters are locked in combat, bloodied and breathing heavily. It seems their glorious duel is one of honor, maybe bet on a winner?
[28] A Dragon flies overhead holding onto a hoard of gold and treasures. A sudden change in direction causes a piece of their treasure to fall
[29] Dozens of fish with human legs crawl out of a lake. This school of peculiar fish seem to be on a mission
[30] Rock music is heard in the distance followed by bouts of cheering, strange aromas fill the air. It seems you are approaching a Music Festival
[31] You’ve wandered onto the premises of a camp for young Wizards. A Wizarding tournament is taking place and things get very dangerous, very fast
[32] A cobblestone bridge stretches across a deep ravine. An Orc guarding the bridge demands you pay the toll, fortunately it is very small. After crossing the bridge you simply cannot remember where you are or where you’re going- Oh, a hey! A bridge! (And repeat)
[33] A Mage stands in front of an unfinished tower. Upon seeing the party, they ask for assistance
[34] A few hundred feet ahead, a strange house on wheels attached to two horses is parked on the side of the road. The house is somewhat destroyed but a sign on the roof is visible, “The Legendary Vagabond’s Sensational Creature Exhibit”
[35] The ground below rumbles as a Monster emerges catching one of the party members in their teeth
[36] In the center of the forest clearing, an abandoned field of flowers sway. These strange flowers are growing out the decayed body of a Dryad
[37] A wild chicken jumps out of the bushes, it’s beak covered in blood. Surely this chicken is no threat, right?
[38] Seated beside the river shore, an ethereal creature weeps. They reveal themselves as a Demigod with daddy issues
[39] Hungrily, a non-traditional Chimera stalks the party. The beast is stitched together poorly
[40] Inside the log of a fallen tree lies a poorly concealed treasure chest full of stolen loot. I’m sure nobody will mind if we take it?
[41] Mysterious beasts occupy a dark hollow inside a hill, they want to play a bizarre game with promise of a grand reward
[42] A sleeping Cyclops presents an awkward obstacle for the party, sleeping on the path. Nothing seems to be waking them and going around them is dangerous due to the environment
[43] A nearby earthquake collapses the ground, revealing some glowing ore
[44] Rotted flora is everywhere, upon further inspection this rot spreads out for miles
[45] Wonderful! A village! Oh and everyone here is so nice… New mayors? Oh no, you must be mistaken! Oh, you’re certain? Well then
[46] Lightning strikes the ground creating a dimensional rift. Certain conditions must have been met for this to have happened. Why not investigate?
[47] Faint, indescribable sounds are heard from every direction. As you leave the dense foliage you discover beasts and Monsters of all types in cages. Welcome to the zoo
[48] Little miss spider sips on some cider, eating her curds and whey. Along came the party, all powerful and hearty who scared miss spider away… You guys should probably apologize
[49] A few tattered shacks sit beside the open road, nothing of interest is found within. The only thing to note is that they seem to be breathing…
[50] Something straight out of Monster Factory is now stalking the party. Are they friend or foe?
[51] A poet down on their luck bumps into the party. Did I mention they’re a Beholder? Let’s hope somebody can inspire this beast, or else
[52] Just outside the village a group of angsty Bards are practicing their instruments. Their music is loud and dangerous, they don’t seem to understand a thing about Bardic magic
[53] The coolest wizard you’ve ever seen dogsleds past your crew, spraying them with glittering ice. Did I mention it’s summer?
[54] Just ahead, you see a ruined castle covered in moss and vines overlooking a quiet lake
[55] Looks like a small creature has found its way into someone’s pack. This menace has eaten all of your rations and drank all of their booze!
[56] YUCK! A swarm of bugs have gotten the best of your party. Fortunately, only one of you was bitten. Unfortunately, it looks like now they’ve developed a new, very unfortunate allergy
[57] Blistering heat has rendered your whole party sweaty and exhausted, movement is quite difficult. I sure hope some baddies don’t show up right now
[58] The unluckiest member of your party has their luck turned around, they found a precious jewel lodged in the dirt. They feel inspired
[59] The unluckiest member of your party continues their trend of haplessness, they find a precious jewel lodged in the dirt. It whispers to them at night, haunting their dreams
[60] After a hearty sleep the party awaken to find that they’ve been sleeping on top of a buried tomb
[61] A large scale battle is taking place, bodies everywhere. Wait, this doesn’t seem to be a battlefield but a serious LARP session
[62] Rusted weapons have been lazily discarded into a sunken pit. As the party approaches they discover this heap of weapons is actually somebody, or something’s collection
[63] A drunken Necromancer attempts to impress the party by casting hazardous spells
[64] Arrows fire at the party from behind. Someone’s been hired to take them out
[65] For the past few hours you’ve felt as if someone has been watching you from afar. A Druid has been tracking your party. Outsiders are rare in this forest
[66] A group Merchants are completely lost. Neither of them can remember anything from their past
[67] Religious statues are placed haphazardly around the area, nothing is out of the ordinary until the sun goes down
[68] Dozens of animated skeletons are exercising and doing some really intense yoga
[69] Beside a babbling brook, a young cow drinks alone. They’re irresistibly adorable
[70] An uneventful day of travel, the weather is calm the trees are- THUD! WHAT THE- The party leader has bumped into something invisible
[71] All metal objects are intensely pulled toward an unknown source. Steel weapons and armor don’t stand a chance
[72] It appears resting on that rock was quite the mistake. The stone rumbles and animates, grumpy and combative
[73] Meditating on floating chunks of earth is a powerful looking Monk. They claim to have been awaiting the party’s arrival. The Monk issues a challenge, a test of strength
[74] You’ve somehow stumbled onto a delightful Toad farm. Do you think a Witch lives around here or is there just a Toad enthusiast in these parts?
[75] The morning sun stirs you awake to an unexpected scene. You and your friends have been tied up and kidnapped, seated in the back of a caravan. It smells oddly of pickled vegetables
[76] A fishing contest is being held at the lake. The grand prize is a shockingly large sum of currency
[77] It is a moonless night, travel is nearly impossible. As the party decide to sleep for the night, glowing is seen in the distance. When investigated the glowing creature is seemingly friendly and it attempts to guide the party through the night
[78] Forest fairies are holding a festival for their gods, they invite the party to join
[79] ACHOO! The pollen in the air is really strong… Wait… Are those trees growing or are we shrinking? Of course we’re shrinking! Why wouldn’t we be shrinking!?
[80] In order to pass through this forest unharmed you must answer the goddess’s riddle. Unfortunately for the party she speaks a dead language, they hear only strange whispers
[81] A group of Goblins attack! After giving them a good licking you run into them again. And again… And again. Maybe we should just make peace with these dorks
[82] Introduce the most ridiculous NPC and have them stuck in some quicksand. Really let their character shine through, whether they are stupidly entertaining or horribly unbearable
[83] A strange light glows in the distance on top of a mountain. Is this a sign of good fortune or something much more sinister?
[84] A lone child plays the flute in the forest, they appear almost ethereal. It is a haunting melody
[85] Shattered Gargoyles sit in an overgrown garden, a treasure chest lies among the rubble
[86] Pick your favorite Cryptid and make them canonical to your world. Have the beast stalk the party for mysterious cryptic reasons. And yes, the Loch Ness Monster is an excellent choice
[87] The forest clearing leads to a crystal clear freshwater lake. In the depths of the water something terrifying is waiting to be discovered
[88] Two hyper intelligent, talking rabbits stop the party in their tracks. All they request are some books to read
[89] A tree, twice as tall as the others appears to be growing… Weapons? (All of those are cursed, of course)
[90] Next to the road, a group of Archaeologists are taking dirt samples. They’re convinced they will find some buried artifacts in the area. They are willing to pay a ridiculous sum of money if you give them some assistance, just as long as you keep this whole thing to yourselves
[91] Resting through the night was very pleasant for the party leader. When they attempt to greet their comrades, they have found themselves in a bed a long ways away from their resting point
[92] Dried up lake beds and decaying trees among a field of animal bones. You have reached the outside of a Necromancer’s circle
[93] Orcs with a sense of humor attempt to prank the party. Their prank is perfectly harmless, it involves just a little bit of bottled unicorn piss
[94] Travel is impossible on this moonless night. Unfortunately, sleeping until morning does not solve the situation, nighttime persists indefinitely
[95] A colorful formation on the side of the mountain piques your interest. Inside lies the abandoned home of a giant and it is full of unique treasure. Let’s just hope something else hasn’t taken residence within the forgotten halls
[96] Tons of bubblegum covers the roads, it is awful to travel through. The source of this mishap is a young Wizard with a sweet tooth
[97] Crashed into the side of a plateau, a metallic construct with strange markings and glowing lights. Surely this isn’t an actual extraterrestrial?
[98] While foraging for food, the party find a path of mushrooms leading into a dense Fungal Forest. Rare and undiscovered fungi grow within
[99] The most obnoxious bard in the world joins the party at their campfire. They claim to be weak and in need of good company, offering booze to win them over. Did I mention this bard is an infamous necromancer on the run? Yeah, that might be important to know
[100] Have you ever heard of the Adventure Zone? Well, Taako, Magnus and Merle have suddenly found themselves into your campaign. They are completely lost

Bows

“What should I buy Steve for Christmas?” Tony asked, barging into Natasha’s room.

“I could kill you right now,” Natasha said mildly, not pausing from where she was rubbing lotion into her leg. “I’m only wearing a towel, but -“

“I know, I know, you always have a knife hidden on you somewhere,” Tony interrupted, waving a hand. “Please. You don’t care if we see you naked. You just pretend you do to troll Steve and Bruce.”

Natasha smirked. “It’s so easy,” she said. “It shouldn’t be as much fun as it is.”

“It is fun,” Tony agreed. “Seriously. Steve. Christmas.”

She considered the question, moving on to her other leg. “What did the others suggest?”

“What makes you think I asked them?”

“I just returned from my mission two hours ago,” Natasha said. “And you’re desperate.”

Tony conceded her point with a nod. “Bruce just stared at me blankly and then muttered something about food. Clint suggested I lay on the bed and wrap a bow around my dick. Thor went off on a spiel; I left the room when he started talking about how he was a fertility god. He was either seconding Clint’s suggestion or blessing Steve and I with a child, I couldn’t tell.”

Natasha smothered a smile. “Sounds about right. Pepper and Rhodey? Coulson?”

“Rhodey’s on a mission and Pepper is mad at me for ducking out on a board meeting. And if I ask Coulson he’ll give me that “don’t ruin Captain America’s sanctity” lecture again, and I’ve heard it so often I’ve got it memorized.” Tony was definitely pouting now. “I’m throwing myself at your mercy. Help?”

“You know Steve best,” Natasha said. She sat on the bed and loosened her towel. Clutching it to her breasts with one hand, she wiggles the lotion bottle at Tony with the other. “Do my back. I’ll kill you if your hands are cold.”

“You know, your threats stopped being effective after the first hundred times.”

Natasha snorted and swept her hair aside. Without looking, she said, “Liar. You’re rubbing your hands together to warm them up.”

“I am not,” Tony lied, grabbing the bottle. “I’ve been wracking my brain. Steve has everything he wants. And what he doesn’t have, I can’t give him. I can’t bring Peggy back or make Bucky come to the tower.”

“Is there anything else Steve has mentioned?” Natasha asked , closing her eyes as his hands touched her skin. Tony gave the best massages.

“Everything he does, I buy,” Tony said helplessly.

Natasha was quiet for a moment, reflecting. She understood Tony’s dilemma. Steve lived in the nicest building in New York. He had a billionaire boyfriend and all the fame a guy could ask for. Plus, Steve wasn’t big on material things to start with.

“Have you considered putting a bow above your ass?” she said finally.

Tony groaned. “I am the worst boyfriend and you guys are the worst friends,” he lamented like the dramatic baby he was, sliding off the bed and skulking towards the door.

“Steve loves your ass! It’s the gift that keeps on giving!” Natasha yelled after him. She was answered by the door slamming.

Come Christmas morning, she still wasn’t sure what Tony had decided on. Natasha had picked up small gifts during one of her missions. She was pleased that everyone liked her gifts, and even more pleased that they had all given her a gift in return. Steve’s gift in particular, a lovely portrait of Natasha, Tony and Bruce cuddling on the couch watching television, would be something she’d treasure.

As the sound of shredding paper died away, they all turned to stare at Tony. He reddened, looking away, and stood up. He walked out of the room.

“Tony?” Steve called after him, looking confused.

Clint glanced at Natasha, raising his eyebrows in silent query. She frowned. Perhaps this was more serious than she’d realized. They should’ve been more supportive. She regretted her flippant remark now, and was getting ready to follow Tony when Tony returned.

“Um, this is for you,” he said nervously, then whistled.

Claws clicked on the floor. Something barked. Natasha’s eyes widened. Steve’s jaw dropped as a golden retriever puppy with a red bow around its neck raced into the room and made a beeline for Steve. Looking dazed, Steve knelt to pet it.

“A puppy?” he said. “But Tony, we’re Avengers. We agreed. No pets.”

“I know. But I have Happy, Pepper, Sharon and Coulson all lined up as baby-sitters. And if they’re all busy, I’m paying the best puppy spa in town an exorbitant monthly fee to remain on standby. She’ll have someone to care for her if we have to leave unexpectedly.” Tony wrung his hands as he babbled. “I just thought - you love dogs, and you’re always talking about how you wish you could’ve had one as a kid.”

Steve was starting to smile. “It’s a girl? Hey girl,” he crooned to the puppy, scooping her up. The puppy yelped excitedly and began licking Steve’s face.

“Yeah. I picked her out from the pound this morning,” Tony said. The dopey smile on his face as he watched Steve and the puppy was as cute as it was sickening.

“Thank you, honey. I love her,” Steve said. He stepped closer and dropped a kiss on Tony’s mouth.

“You’ll love her until you have a 3am surprise you step in,” Clint muttered. Natasha elbowed him.

“You’re welcome,” Tony said, still a little flushed. “She’s probably hungry. I haven’t fed her yet.”

“I’ll do that right now. What’s her name?”

“She doesn’t have one. You can pick one out,” Tony said. He turned to follow Steve. Immediately Natasha spotted the bright red bow nestled in the dip of his spine, right over his tailbone. It matched the puppy’s. She burst out laughing.

Tony looked back at her and winked. “Plan B.”

Miserable

Let me break your heart with this one! Here is the continuation to “The letter”! Let me know about your thoughts! Much love to everyone! (Picture is not mine!)


Miserable.

Only this one single word was yet enough to define how Harry felt.

Miserable. Every day every night.

Harry was dying inside. There was no cure to his broken and fragile heart other than the woman he loved with his all being. But she was gone and Harry had no idea about her whereabouts.

After she had left him with nothing more than a letter, Harry went totally nuts. His first instinct was to find her. He was determined to find her. There was no place he had disregarded when he went on his mission to find her. He had looked at her apartment but she did not open the door whilst Harry’s desperate attempts. Either she ignored him intentionally or she really wasn’t there. Where had she been then? Every day he had waited at the parking spot of her college exactly at the same time she would leave just to see a little glimpse of her but she never came out. It seemed like she completely disappeared from earth. Harry became more and more frustrated. What if something had happened to her? He didn’t want to imagine the worst.

However, his conscience could be calmed when he met Y/N’s best friend one day- who randomly had ignored him as well- on his way to the studio. She was about to run away from him but Harry was quick enough to grab her wrist.

“Where are you going?” Harry growled at her, his fingers wrapping harshly around her sensitive skin.

“H-hi Harry! Long time no see! H-how you’re doing?” The poor and terrified young woman called Chloe asked him. If there was something you could be afraid of, than it was definitely Harry being beyond mad. He said things he didn’t actually mean but his words still would destroy you in a matter of seconds.

“Save the blabbering and tell me where Y/N is!” He ordered, his eyes spiting fire.

“I-I don’t know, Harry.”

“Stop lying and tell me where she is? Where is Y/N?!” His patience wearing thin as a thread.  He just wanted to know where his love was, is that too much to ask?

“She’s out of town, Harry.” Chloe said, her voice shaking. She always had been kind of intimidated by Harry and the way he was staring at her made her wanting to crawl into a deep whole and never crawl back.

“Out of town?” The answer took him off guard. Why would Y/N leave the town?  “Where?”

“I don’t know, Harry, I swear. She just told me she wanted to sort things out. She needs time to think.”

Harry let go of her hand and shook his head in defeat. Whatever he had done to Y/N, it made her run away from him and the very thought of it hurt so damn much. He left Chloe standing in the middle of the street, not even telling her goodbye.

Knowing she was fine didn’t make him think about her any less. There were still unanswered questions in his mind and Harry couldn’t comprehend why she had left him. They were so happy and so much in love and Y/N never seemed to make an attempt to quit things. Many times she had declared her unconditional love for him, promising him to never part from each other and to stay together forever. Harry understood her feelings, the things she had written in the letter seemed quite logical to him but there was no reason for her to feel insecure.

Yes, Harry could have every woman he wanted however his eyes were constantly on his one and only true love. There was no one Harry could love as much as he loved Y/N. When it came to her, he was simply blind to anything else. His priority was to take care of her and make sure she was safe and Harry would never ever complain about it. He would be the biggest douche bag of the world if he did.

Months passed and there was still no sign of her. His thousands of calls and voicemails were left unanswered. He knew this was the way of her saying to get over her but he refused. He refused to believe it was over.

Her departure had left its deep mark on his life.

He once was full of life and love but now depression accompanied him throughout his daily life. His heart that used to be warm and kind was now nothing but cold as a stone. Harry had no desire to do anything anymore and working in the studio became more of an obligation instead of passion.

His friends noticed his terrible state and tried to help him as much as they could. Jeff advised him to write down his feelings, maybe it would kind of help him to get over her. So Harry did. He wrote down what his heart was telling him. And after hours and hours of thinking about her, he became a crying mess.

The tears would never stop streaming down his face. Even when Harry thought he had cried out his eyes, they would always produce more and more tears. Along with the constant crying, his drinking habits started. Harry was never a drinker, he only drank on special occasions however his terrible heartache led him to his new best friend. He tried to drown his sorrows by lots and lots of alcohol. He would do anything to get rid of that pain.

He would drink alcohol with breakfast, he would drink alcohol with lunch, he would drink alcohol with dinner and if he felt bored he would instantly escape to alcohol. He drank wine, beer, sparkling wine, vodka as if they were water. He would drink until he has overstepped his limits and passed out but the ache in his heart would still remain the day after.

Harry was slowly becoming mental and if he didn’t search for a psychiatrist he would finally lose his mind.

“My god, what did she do to you?” Anne remarked as she stood at Harry’s door, shock was visible on her face.

Harry seemed like he hadn’t left his house for days which was truly the case. His pyjama was worn out and he hadn’t changed into anything else since then. He had dark bags under his eyes due the lack of sleeping and his eyes were red and puffy and he had a hard time to keep them open because of the stinging pain he would feel. His normally clean and shaved face looked like he didn’t touch it for days. It were the nights that mostly took a toll on him. At night, all the images of him and Y/N he had memorized in his head appeared onto the surface, especially the experiences they made in the bed he was lying in. He couldn’t get used to the cold and empty space beside him every time he woke up or went to sleep. Her smell on her pillow was long gone but Harry still felt like it was lingering there.  Deep down, he wished she was still there and engulfing him with her warmth. No matter how much she had hurt him, he just wanted her back because this was the only way he could breathe again.

“Come in mum.” Harry uttered and stepped aside to make space for his mother. Anne’s heart broke at the sight of him. Harry did not deserve this at all. The heartache.

She made herself comfortable by sitting down on his couch. According to his messy living room, Harry did not only seem to care for himself but also his house. A sigh exited her lips. It had to be stopped. The constant mourning over someone she trusted her son to had to end.

“Can I offer you something to drink?” Harry asked tiredly, running the back of his hand over his eyes.

“No.” His mother responded sternly, gesturing her broken son to come and sit down next to him. “Come here we need to talk.”

Reluctantly, Harry joined her at the couch, his eyes looking expectantly at her.

“What’s up?”

“What’s up?” Anne repeated his words unbelievingly. “Do you even know what you do to yourself?”

His expression changed to a confused one. “What do you mean?”

“You have to stop thinking about her, Harry. It’s not healthy! How many times do I have to hear you getting yourself drunk, huh? Do you know what kind of impression you do make, especially to the public who won’t let you go since the first time you stepped a foot into this business? You’re not only hurting yourself but us as well with your behaviour. Me, Gemma, your father… Y/N, she’s not coming back, my dear. When will you realise that?”

Every single world of her stabbed him like a knife right into his heart. He was aware Anne had a point but it was difficult to accept it.

“Stop saying that mum…” He uttered, his voice quite but it was enough for Anne to notice its shakiness. “She loves me, I’m sure of it, and she will come back to me. You’ll see it.”

“Harry…” Anne sighed. “If she had loved you as much as you loved her, do you think she would have left you? No matter how insecure she was about herself, she wouldn’t do this to you. She would have known you love her more than anything else but even your love did not stop her from leaving you. And if she really cared, she would have come back to you long ago.”

“Stop mum, please stop.” The poor young man croaked, a thick lump developing in his throat and he had trouble to swallow it down.

“It’s the truth, Harry.”

“I don’t want the truth, god damn it! I want her!” He suddenly yelled. Anne flinched at the volume of his voice. Harry had never raised his voice at her.

Realising his actions, Harry broke down into heavy sobs and his mother caught him with her loving arms, bringing him to an embrace. His tears wetted the crook of her neck but Anne could care less. Her baby boy was hurting and it hurt her as well.

“I want her back, mum. I want her back.”

“I know, dear, I know.”

“Why can’t she just see that I need her, mum? Why can’t she just see that I’m dying? I can’t live without her.”

“Everything will be fine, love. I promise.“ His mother reassured him, kissing his temple constantly to calm him down.”We’re going through this together okay and I will never leave your side. Women will come and go but I’ll always be there! I will never leave you.”

Harry pressed himself more against her, just wanting to be held and kept safe. Anne did not leave that day but spend her time with her son, letting him cry on her shoulder as much as he needed. He was a man in distress and she would sacrifice her life in order to safe him.

***

“C’mon mate, you need to get out of that fucking bed.” Jeff urged him, trying to get rid of the thick blanket Harry was covered with. His friend tried to convince to go to a bar with him, just a bit of distraction would do Harry good he knew.

“No…Leave me alone…” Harry whined, cuddling more against the covers.

“Do you want to rot here or what?” Jeff remarked. “Boy, when was the last time you went out with us, hmm? Now move that big ass out of that bed and dress yourself nicely. We’re going and I don’t accept any complaints, you hear me? Or I’m going to kick your ass myself.”

Harry huffed but stood up reluctantly. “Are you happy now?”

“Absolutely and know go under the shower, you stink!”

After taking a shower and being forced to get changed into fancy pieces of clothes to look at least more presentable, Harry was dragged into Jeff’s car and they made their way to the city’s most famous pub. Most of the people Harry knew hung out there.

As soon as they entered the pub, Harry’s eyes found some familiar faces. His band mates had been there too and waved him to their table. Jeff grabbed his arm and pushed him towards them. The whole group greeted him with hugs and handshakes.

“Have you risen again from the dead?” Someone asked.

Harry gave them a slight smile.”It seems so.” He said shortly.

“I’m going to order some shots.” Jeff informed and then disappeared.

The whole night was spent again with constant drinking, talking and laughing. After a few shots, Harry was drunk but he could still realise what was going on around him. Jeff was totally down, also a couple of other friends and Harry wondered how he would get back home. Maybe he should call his bodyguard and they could pick up Jeff’s car the next day. He wanted to leave and sleep out his intoxication.

He was about to make his way out of the pub to give a call however the breath was taken from his lungs as he saw a familiar figure a few meters away from him. He may be drunk but he would never miss to identify her. She was as beautiful as he remembered. She wore navy blue dress along with heels with the same color and her soft hair that Harry loved to run his hands trough was straightened to her shoulders. The way she laughed, the way her nose would crinkle and her eyes would close made him fall in love with her over and over again.

“My angel…” Harry muttered, tear reappearing in his eyes. Finally after months, he was at the same room as her. He could breathe again. She had not discovered his presence yet. She was happily chatting with another woman in front of her, and Harry decided to make a move on her. He needed to talk things through. He needed her back in his life.

He was so close to her but something made him stop abruptly on his tracks. His eyes were glued on the hand at the curve of her back as suddenly a guy positioned himself next to her, giving her a kiss on her cheek whereupon she laughed sheepishly. She leaned herself against the man’s side as if there was a kind of familiarity between them. A deep bond.

Did it only take a few months for her to fall in love again? Did it only take her a few months to replace Harry? What about her loving him forever?

Seeing her in the arms of another man shattered his heart into thousand pieces.

It felt like the whole world stopped around him. The heartbreak was horrible enough but seeing the actions in front of him was another dimension of pain. He couldn’t stop staring at them. He couldn’t stop tearing his eyes away from them. He should be at that man’s position. He should be the one to hold her like this, to press her against his side and to give her a kiss on her soft cheek.

He should be the only one and no one else.

Harry didn’t know how long he stood there and observed them but after a time his love excused herself and left outside, probably towards the toilets. He didn’t waste a second and followed her instantly. She still didn’t notice him. As she arrived at the bathroom, she was about to press down the handle as Harry approached her.

“Does he make you happy?” He asked, hurt but curious at the same time.

Y/N’s body completely froze as she recognized the familiar sound of his voice. For a second she thought she had misheard him, imagining things however as she turned around to face him, her heart accelerated. She was heating up and the warmth rose till her cheeks. Their eyes finally made contact after months. She did not know what to say, it was like her tongue was being knotted.

She gulped before she spoke. “Harry?”

The way she said his name had still the same effect on him as always. Butterflies fluttered in the pit of his stomach. He closed his eyes, enjoying her voice.

“What are you doing here?”

“Could ask you the same.” He said. There was an awkward silence between them until Harry broke it. ”Does he make you happy?” He repeated his question from before.

“Harry, I think you should really go home.” She responded, wanting to enter the bathroom but Harry grabbed her hands in his, preventing her from leaving him standing there.

“Home?” He croaked, another load of tears brimming in his eyes. His thumps ran gently along her knuckles. “How do you expect me to go home, when there’s no home without you?”

Weak When Ur Around - Richie Tozier

Requested: Nope.

Word Count: 2,571 

Warnings: Angst, self doubt, disappointment, underage smoking, talk of abuse, neglect, foul language

Summary: based off Weak when ur around by Blackbear 


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July 1989

  Lifting the cigarette she took a drag eyeing the boy in front of her skeptically. “Look here, Tozier. You-” she paused motioning her hand towards him, “-and I, just wouldn’t work. It’d be a big waste of time, and we both know I don’t like wasting time.” 

Richie stared at her with a dead look in his eyes, before a smirk took over his features. “Oh come on, sugar. You-” he said motioning a hand out towards you mockingly, “-and I would be great together. You know it, I know it, and the losers know it.” He smirked, pointing a finger behind him where the remaining losers sat, waiting for their foolish friend to finish his proclamation of ‘like’ as Richie referred to it. When he revealed his plans to the rest of the losers club they told him how bad of an idea it was but he went ahead anyways, despite the previous failed attempts at gaining her attention. 

(y/n) glanced behind Richie, spotting the make shift gang of misfits. Making eye contact with Ben her eyes darted back to Richie’s, but not before she saw the pudgy boy raise his hand in a timid wave. Fighting the urge to smile she lifted herself off the library steps and dropped the cigarette stub on the ground, crushing it under her boot. Faking a smile she looked at over at the prideful boy before her. “As usual it was a absolute pleasure talking to you today, Trashmouth.” Sarcasm dripping from her lips as she turned to leave Richie at the bottom of the stairs.

Richie called after her retreating figure. “I love it when you walk away from me, beautiful! Only makes me want you more!” Richie waited as he watched (y/n) turn the corner and head out of sight before turning back to his friends. Adjusting his glasses he sauntered over to his friends, mimicking the cowboys from the western movies he watched. “I think that went quite well. Don’t you, gentlemen?” 

Richie heard Beverly clear her throat, wanting to be acknowledged. He dismissed her plea with a wave of his hand. “Not now woman! The men of the house are speaking.” Stan rolled his eyes in annoyance as Beverly huffed. The entire group getting annoyed with Richie’s antics. 

“Yeah Richie, that went real well. You’re such a charmer.” Stan said, crossing his arms. “Now you look here, Stanley. One day (y/n) will fall in love with my rugged looks, just you wait.” Walking backwards Richie held out his hands, placing his middle fingers in the air. “Just you wait, gang. Just you fucking wait.” With a final flick of his wrists Richie headed home for the night.

August 1989

(y/n) sat on her roof, overlooking the small suburban neighborhood as she exhaled, smoke spilling out of her mouth as she exhaled. The sun began to set and the houses around her began to light up, casting a dim yellow glow from their windows and mixing with the pink and orange hues of the sky. The sound of shattering glass echoed through the quiet suburbia. Dogs barked wildly in the distance as the shouting began.

In the time that (y/n) had lived next to Richie Tozier she had become accustomed to their fights, and she supposed so had everyone else. Mrs. Tozier yelled loudly, her shouts muffled by the walls. (y/n) still heard her clearly as she yelled obscenities at her son, the noise leaking through an open window. She had only seen Mrs. Tozier a handful of times, all of which she seemed to be intoxicated. Slurring her words and stumbling even in the early hours of the morning when she got the paper.

(y/n) felt a tinge of guilt when she heard the sharp crack of skin on skin contact, a small whine following the sound. It wasn’t the first time Mrs. Tozier had struck her son, and it wouldn’t be the last. Their fights occurring more often as the years stacked up. Time was not on Richie Tozier’s side as his mother’s abusive tendencies started to catch up with him. 

The sky grew darker with every passing second, the colors being masked with black as the stars began to appear. The yelling seemed to subside as (y/n) lifted herself from where she sat on the roof, stretching her arms over her head before throwing her cigarette over the edge. 

Climbing through her window and into her dark room she hastily tightened her boots and stomped down the stairs carelessly. She knew full well her father wouldn’t come home tonight, similar to how he skipped out on her the week before. Taking a glance back at the empty house she opened the front door and stepped out into the night, the occasional street lamp flickering as she began to walk towards the junkyard like she had done so many times before.

Walking past the Tozier household (y/n) hesitated, looking over at the upstairs window she saw a flicker of movement, a flash of black hair disappeared behind the closed curtain. A shadow moved behind it before the light turned off, covering the room in darkness. She looked away from the house and continued her trek to the junkyard.

May 1990

“-And that’s how male seahorses give birth. Rich? Richie, are you even paying attention to me?” Eddie turned to his friend noticing the obvious grimace on his face. “Aw Rich, ease up. Stop staring or else she’ll think you’re a creep.” Eddie nudged his friend finally getting him to stop.

“Its just I don’t understand how someone like her can hang out with someone like him. She deserves better.” Richie spoke in disgust. In the past Richie never had a hard ignoring who (y/n) had hung out with, but lately he had a hard time keeping his eyes off her and her newest companion. He looked back to see her holding a cigarette to her lips as the strange boy lit it for her, winking at her in the process. 

“Richie, you’ve gotta get over her man. It’s almost been a year.” Richie grunted in response to Eddie, knowing he was right. Keeping his eyes trained on the scene unfolding in front of him. Leaving the boys side (y/n) departed the school campus and headed down the block. Her back pack swaying against her shoulder as she walked. 

Richie looked at his friend, clasping his back. “Thanks for the advice, Eds. Too bad I won’t be needing it.”  With a big grin Richie grabbed his bag and sped off after her. “Richie! Come on don’t do this again!” Eddie pleaded behind him as Richie got farther and farther away. 

“See you tomorrow, Eds!” 

Continuing his chase after (y/n)’s retreating figure he called out to her. “Hey, (y/n) wait up!” She stopped abruptly, turning to look at the boy running after her. She cocked her head as he stopped in front of her, trying to catch his breath. “What do you want now, Tozier? Pill boy get tired of you?” Richie let out a breathless laugh. 

Recovering from his sprint Richie stood up straight, oozing faux confidence. “Well ya see sugar tits, I saw you and couldn’t help but say you are lethal in those jeans. Gotta give a guy a warning next time.” Pursing her lips to avoid a smile (y/n) looked at Richie in mock surprise “Oh? You really think so?”

Richie grinned, adjusting his glasses as they slid down the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, maybe you could model them for me sometime.” Resisting the urge to laugh she retaliated. “Nice try, trashmouth. I have better things to do.” Turning around (y/n) left him behind on the sidewalk. Despite being rejected yet again, Richie chose to look at the bright side. At least he got to watch her walk away.

July 1990

(y/n) paced around her room in long strides before grabbing her lighter and a pack of camels. Opening her window she climbed out, crawling onto the roof. Looking at her surroundings she lit her cigarette like she had done countless times before, a pass time turned addiction. Exhaling the toxic substance her mind cleared, forgetting the events that had occurred during the day and now she was left with an empty head and the cloudy night sky.

Like clockwork she listened as the fighting began. It continued as normal, glass breaking, curse words being thrown around, and finally the sound of skin on skin contact. But for the first time Richie didn’t scream after he was hit, or whine or cry. This time he laughed a bitter, heartless laugh before every thing went silent. Waiting a moment in confusion (y/n)’s attention was focused on creaking sound of a front door being opened and slammed. A fuming Richie Tozier rushing out. Baffled she watched as he stepped on the sidewalk, pausing as he tried to figure out where to go. 

Without thinking (y/n) yelled out towards the boy. “R-richie? Is that you?” His head snapped up to her spot on the rooftop. “Yeah its me, whats it to you.” 

(y/n) considered herself a very observant person so why she didn’t notice the drastic change in Richie Tozier was unbeknownst to her. The boy she once knew as the trashmouth was hardly recognizable, gone were the bright Hawaiian print shirts and cocky smile. Now replaced with black clothes and a scowl. She noticed the real change when he stepped into the light, his eyes magnified by the large glasses had lost their playful sparkle. Now all she could see was spite and sadness. 

 “Richie come here, climb the tree.” He hesitated before walking towards the tree and climbing it recklessly, meeting you on the roof. Sitting down next to you he picked up the pack of cigarettes grabbing one and lighting it, taking a long drag effortlessly. “You uh, you smoke?” Richie scoffed beside you shaking his head incredulously. “Always have, you just never payed attention.” That’s not true, she thought to herself. She had payed attention to Richie Tozier, ever since he first approached her. Perplexed she looked at the boy next to her in a new light, realizing she didn’t know Richie Tozier, she knew the trashmouth.

September 1990

“Whats your biggest fear?” she asked expectantly, looking over at her friend. “If you had asked a year ago, I’d say clowns. But right now I’d say losing you.” (y/n) sat up after hearing his answer. “What do you mean losing me?” 

Richie mulled over his response, turning towards her. “Well you see, I have nothing else going for me in Derry, just you. Just our late night conversations.” He paused before continuing “I lost the losers, I lost my mom, and one day I’ll lose you too.” 

Turning away from him, (y/n) laid down on the roof, staring up at the night sky. Letting out a deep breathe she spoke the words he had been waiting to hear for two years. “Richie Tozier, I think I’m in love with you.” To the trashmouth’s ears it would have sounded like heaven, it should have been everything he ever dreamed of. Instead it sounded like the laughter he had once heard in the sewers, taunting and teasing him as her confession wrapped around him like a fog. 

Richie’s biggest fear was coming true and there was nothing he could do to stop it. 

“I think I’m in love with you too.” He didn’t think, he knew. He always knew he was in love with her. Had been for a long time, he had fallen in love with the girl who always seemed to have a cigarette between her lips. She made him weak, the fear of losing her made him weak, she made him weak.

For the first time since Richie had laid his eyes on (y/n) he saw her smile. She grinned like the Cheshire cat as she stared up at the sky with her eyes closed. “I know that scares you, Rich. Its okay, it scares me too.” He looked at her seeing a sad smile on her face, continuing. “We are two little people in this big ol’ world, and I don’t know where we’re going but as long as you’re with me it’ll be okay. We will be okay.” 

Scooting over to (y/n) Richie draped his arm around her shoulder. Bringing her close to him as he kissed her on the top of the head. The stars seemed to shine a bit brighter than normal as they stared at them together. 

If only Stan could see them now.

April 1991

Roof tops and nicotine had become a constant for Richie and (y/n) ever since that night one July. They had mended each other, patched up each others hearts without even realizing it. But Derry began to weigh on Richie’s mind. The things that happened in the small town haunted him day and night, and the knowledge that he couldn’t confide in the girl he loved stressed him out even more. She wouldn’t understand, she’d call you crazy

He looked at the cheerful girl next to him as she subconsciously toyed with the laces to the boots she always wore. Pointing out various constellations. She brushed her hair out of her eyes as she looked at him, her smiling dimming as she noticed the expression on his face. “You okay, Rich?” 

He blinked at her, knowing she could read him like a book. “I want to get out, leave Derry. Move to the city.” He could tell (y/n) wasn’t expecting that, her expression changing completely. “Richie you know we can’t, not now. There’s no where for us to go anyways, we have no money, no car. We haven’t even graduated yet.” He shook his head of curls, putting out his cigarette as he tried to make his point.

“Derry just isn’t enough anymore and we hardly show up to school anways. I need to leave before it drives me out of my mind. P-please come with me.” Richie said. His voice breaking as he began to plead. “I need you to come with me, you’re all I have. Please.” (y/n) looked at him sadly, shaking her head no. 

Richie looked away from the girl as her eyes filled with tears. “Rich I don’t understand, why are you only now mentioning this. Is Derry not good enough anymore? Am I not good enough anymore?” (y/n) began to shake as she talked, her emotions getting the best of her.

He picked at the rood underneath him, a welcome distraction to the reality of what was happening. “Its not good enough anymore. Y-you’re just not good enough anymore.” He mumbled quietly, although he knew she had heard him when she released a choked breath as tears continued to stream down her face. “Richie you don’t mean it, you don’t.” Maybe she was right, maybe he didn’t mean it, but in the moment he convinced himself he did.

Richie stood up from his spot on the roof and headed for the edge, reaching for the tree as he began to climb down. “I’m sorry, (y/n). I’m sorry I have to do this. Its for the best, I need to leave.” With that Richie Tozier left his everything behind as she watched him walk away, her vision of him clouded with tears.

He had lost the losers, he had lost his mom, and now he had lost her.

Masterlist of Sterek Exchange 2017 Fics

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#librarynerd by yodasyoyo | 7k | T

“I’ll likely get far more done in  the group if I’m not distracted watching you with your pen–”

“My–My pen?”

“Pens. Drinking straws. Don’t act like you don’t know,” Derek says darkly.  “You know.”

____________

In which Stiles follows Scott into his Spanish study group, takes one look  at the hot nerd who runs it and then decides to stay… even though he doesn’t  actually speak Spanish.

(Don’t) Work Your Magic by Saori | 6k | T

Stiles is the Hale pack’s emissary in training. He’s good at what he does, and ninety-nine percent of the time he knows what he’s doing. He does. Too bad that one percent is when he permanently links his soul to Derek’s.

Or, not quite a soulmate AU, but it kind of is, which is totally Stiles’ fault.

A Family Portrait In Soft Lightning by Fearful_Little_Thing | 4k | G

Everything was so much easier when  the kids were small. When the kids were small their problems had been small  too. Easily fixed by hugs or hot chocolates, with kisses to boo-boos and ten  minute time outs when they misbehaved.

Now things aren’t so simple and  the problems aren’t so small.

Derek and Stiles love their kids.  It’s just that raising two delinquent teenagers is a lot harder than it  looked.

Adderall and All by IronRoseWriter | 4k | T

From the prompt: Derek can smell amphetemines on Stiles thanks to his  Adderall, but because no one ever thought to sit him down and say “Hey so  Stiles has pretty severe ADHD” he just thinks Stiles does drugs. Cue a super  judgemental misunderstanding.

For Sterek Exchange 2017

And After All by red_crate | 5k | T

The world fucking ended while Stiles was clear across the country from his  dad. He trekked that distance on his own, surviving the elements, fighting  monsters and scavengers. Stiles rescued a goddamn werewolf who ended up  saving him in return.

Blue Eyes by KFlynn | 4k | T

It had all begun with Stiles slowly driving his Jeep along the road, in  the direction of his home…..

or the story where Stiles finds a wolf Derek, takes him back home and  cuddles with him, only to wake up with naked human Derek the next morning;  then they have breakfast and an important talk where they both realise that  they’re in love with each other.

Can’t Start a Fire Without a Spark by Nerdy_fangirl_57 | 9k | T

After the whole ordeal with the nogitsune Stiles struggles with proving to  himself that he can be good again. He starts learning to control his spark in  hopes that he could be helpful to the pack once he manages to channel it’s  power. Everyone thinks it’s a great idea and are willing to help him anyway  they can, but Scott, Scott doesn’t see the point in it.

It’s not like Stiles’ tiny spark could ever be powerful enough to be an  actual asset to the pack.

Stiles just wants a chance to prove himself.

Charm Misdirect by froggydarren | 4k | T

There are only so many times that Derek will go along with Peter’s plans.  He swears there is a last one, and it’s pretty likely that this is it. Really,  it should have been the time when he almost got arrested, or some of the  times before.
 So when Peter asks Derek to be his wingman in Jungle, Derek says no. And  thinks that that’s the end of it.

He’s wrong.

Collision Course by grimmypuff | 5k | T

Roller Derby and Stiles Stilinski: a pairing that should not exist in nature. Add Derek Hale and somehow it works.

Come To My… by Gonardo | 8k | M

It starts out with Derek meeting a new group of people. One standing out:  Stiles Stilinski. So he may seen a little strange at first, but that’s  alright.

Then they are put together for a project. Derek catches feelings. Cue the  pining.

While Stiles looked at other guys objectively, he pretty much thought he  was straight. Boy he was wrong. Maybe he’s just dereksexual.

Can they figure out their feelings in time.

Defenses by inatshej | 10k | T

“Do you know the Molotov Cocktail  café near the station? I think their pastries are the best. We could go there  this weekend.”

Oh wait.

Oh shit.

Oh fuck. He’s proposed a date.

“Sure,” Stiles agrees easily with a shrug.

Immediate friendzoning.

But did he really get friendzoned just now? Can he get friendzoned when  they aren’t even friends?

Does that make them friends? It would be nice, actually-

god, he just feels so lonely at times.

Derek Hale’s Undercover Summer: How to Attract Your FBI-Partner in These 10 Short  Steps (While Also Killing Bad Guys) by the_problem_with_stardust | 4k | T

Written for jennysparkles’ awesome prompt: Derek wasn’t sure why, but if  his time busting the biggest smuggling- and drug-ring in Northern California  had the chance to become a book or a movie, it would be named ‘Derek Hale’s  Undercover Summer: How to Attract Your FBI-Partner in These 10 Short Steps  (While Also Killing Bad Guys)’. It was ridiculous, how killing people  bare-handed turned into a romantic comedy whenever he looked into Stiles’  eyes.

events  may be different than they appear by icarusinflight | 4k | T

The first time Stiles sees the couple, the hot dude is giving the gorgeous  girl a ride on his back through the main walkway of campus.
 It’s pretty dumb

it doesn’t stop him from feeling jealous of them

Feelings He Didn’t Know He Had by StaciNadia | 5k | T

Derek is absolutely not in love with Stiles.

Finding warmth in your arms (I’m not even cold) by Saori | 10k | T

When Stiles and his father move to Beacon Hills, they have to get familiar with new rules. Being a werefox, Stiles sticks out as a thumb in the small town, but thanks for his luck, he’s not the only one. He doesn’t expect that Kira and him will get close to the pack of ‘wolves whose territory they live in, so when they both fall in love with one, it takes him by surprise.

Or, Stiles and Kira are both werefoxes, recently moved into Beacon Hills. They quickly steal their way into the heart of the local werewolf pack.

For  If Dreams Die by veritas_st | 23k | M

“I had a dream about a boy last  night,” Mischief says through a mouthful of pancakes.  His dad points  the spatula at him and he swallows before he says anything else.  “His  name was Derek.  He called me Stiles.  I want to be called that  from now on.”

Forever Young by thegirlnamedcove | 12k | T

“What do you want Laura?” he  groaned, “Why am I up?”

“Because you’re going to pack a bag with whatever’s clean and come with me  back to California,” she fished a folded page out of her back pocket and  handed it over, “Someone is on our territory with a vendetta in mind.”

He accepted the paper and opened it up, smoothing it against the side of  the mattress. It was a picture, printed out from an email, of a deer with a  spiral carved in its side.

Fuel  a Fantasy by Delightful_I_Am | 19k | T

Let it never be said that Stiles wasn’t able to keep his cool when faced  with awkward situations. It’d be right maybe, but it should never be said.

 Stiles gasped and spun around,  eyes finding Derek immediately. The poor guy looked a bit shell-shocked.

 “Oh my god! Dude!” Stiles  flailed his arms and lunged forward, tripping a bit and catching himself on  Derek’s arms. “You have to fake date me!”

 “What?”

Hold the Cheese by sheerpoetry | 3k | T

Derek wasn’t sure how he’d gotten himself into this particular  situation. Sure, he’d gotten used to the pack in his space. But Stiles? He  hadn’t gotten used to Stiles.

Prompt:
 Fluff. Adorable Derek, maybe some pining, Stiles being his flailing, sassy  self. Lydia and Laura would totally be a power couple. Laura is an awesome  big sister. Stiles as a potential Emissary.

I got the first half, at least? ;) Hope you enjoy it!

How Long Will I Love You? by vaguelyobscene | 6k | T

Stiles is finally marrying his boyfriend of 8 years and Lydia makes a surprisingly  sweet offer on his wedding day, but she’s not the only one who seems  determined to make him cry today.

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Just A Little Comparison...

This gif basically sent me down the rabbit hole of Daredevil & Punisher meta-land…

Here we have Matt pushing Foggy out of the way of the incoming bullets, but Fogy still gets hit regardless. Which, IMO, mirrors their friendship. Despite Matt’s good intentions, Foggy still has to deal with a lot of Daredevil consequences no matter that Matt tries to keep him safe, 1st by keeping that part of himself a secret in S1, & later by trying to avoid talking about Daredevil with Foggy at all in the beginning of S2. But Foggy can’t ignore that Matt’s Daredevil, he can’t just ignore the elephant in the room! So, Foggy faces a lot of fallout b/c of Matt’s inability to balance his duel identities as well as Foggy’s own inability to accept both sides of Matt b/c Matt lied to him for most of their friendship. I do feel that if Foggy had found out much sooner, if Matt had confided in Foggy, than their friendship wouldn’t have suffered so much. But, there’s always gonna be this part of Foggy that likely feels that Matt didn’t trust him b/c he didn’t tell him he was Daredevil. And that has to hurt. Foggy had to find out on his own, by accident! Which leads to the question: Would Matt have told him himself if Foggy hadn’t accidentally found out?

With Karen it’s a little different. The Matt she’s known was a lie, in a way she fell in-love with her own fantasy of Matt. The Matt that he projects onto the world by day. And while, unlike with Foggy, Matt does decide to confide in Karen himself that he’s Daredevil (probably cause he was trying to learn from his mistake with keeping things from Foggy, & hoping to avoid loosing another one of his only two friends), Matt still essentially lied to Karen. He showed her a false image of himself. And she’s done the same thing, she has her own secrets. The fact that their brief romance was essentially built on lies/secrets from both of them needing to hide their true selves from each other (both out of fear of rejection) provides a very week foundation for their so-called love story. Not to mention their differences of moral ideology (Karen’s moral ideals are more on par with Frank’s than Matt’s). Which is why I’m CONVINCED that Karen/Matt are NOT endgame. B/c the foundation of a good, healthy relationship full of trust, & love, & knowing each other just is NOT there at all. Another thing, they’re both wearing masks. Karen projects an image of herself to Matt as well. Basically, neither Matt nor Karen really know who the other is, even after Matt tells her he’s Daredevil. They simply don’t know each other! And its strongly hinted that they have a very different belief system.

What is ironic is that, the answers were all there! We as viewers can clearly see they’re both holding back something. But the fact that neither Karen nor Matt strive to really delve deeper with each other, not only shows they don’t know each other - it shows that they don’t want to know each other! B/c they refuse to see the truth of one another even when all the hints are there staring them in the face. Seriously, Matt can hear a person’s heartbeat & tell when they’re lying, so you know he’s gotta know that Karen is lying, too. She’s holding back her real self. Karen is also very observant; she knows when someone’s bullshitting her. Just look at her relationship with Frank. She’s not at all afraid to call him out on anything & get to the truth of him. The fact that she doesn’t do this with Matt is very telling.

Then of course there’s the differences in behavior in interaction between Matt/Elektra & Frank/Karen.

Originally posted by charliecoxlove

Just look at them! They’re brutal with each other. Passionate. Driven.

Originally posted by hoppelessssssss

They both know each other’s secrets & dark side. And what they don’t know, they strive to know & understand. They have chemistry. And, of course, they argue/bicker like a freaking old married couple!

And the thought of loosing each other is unthinkable…

Originally posted by lotusnrose

Now back to the gif that spurred this meta into action…

Matt isn’t just protecting Foggy, he’s also protecting Karen. Or, IMO, he’s protecting his fantasy of having something normal. In a way, the Matt/Karen relationship is driven on expectations. The people they project to each other are the very people that others expect them to fall in love with. There’s also the expectation of the audience & comics. They’re canon (though in canon they didn’t actually have a happy ending, either) so, their inevitable love is expected, & almost tired by the time it actually happens within the show’s narrative. Anyone who hasn’t read the comics or is new to Daredevil, doesn’t really expect Matt to have this deep, complex connection to someone like Elektra who, at first, seems to be the exact opposite of Matt. But, in reality they’re both very similar. Matt strives hard to be the ultimate, typical good-guy even when it’s not realistic (cause sometimes you need to get your hands dirty to do a greater good, like Frank). Matt has been raised with the typical Catholic guilt, he’s driven by being better than the criminals around him, & he was taught by Stick to keep people at a distant & therefore taught to lie about himself. Elektra may seem like the spoiled, entitled rich girl at first, but we quickly learn she’s a lot more like Matt than even she realizes (their similarities, are probably what drew them to each other in the first place). Elektra may not have Catholic guilt driving her, but there does seem to be a lot of guilt that’s projected onto her from Stick. Elektra knows she has a dark side, but b/c of Stick teachings she was taught to deny her nature, to lie about herself, to keep others at a distance. Like Matt.

It’s similar with Karen & Frank. Neither is what the other expects. Frank’s not at all the kind of man whom people would think Karen would be drawn to. But she is. She sympathizes with Frank’s loss & his inner demons b/c she’s experienced it herself. She’s able to see past the mask of the Punisher. Just as Frank sees past her mask. They’re both passionate people of conviction & have their own moral code that might not be purely good or purely evil. They both operate somewhere in the grey-zone. Better yet, they’re the kind of people who aren’t afraid to do something bad, but for the right reasons! And while Karen may not like a lot of what Frank does, & Frank doesn’t like that Karen puts herself in danger, they both accept each other regardless.

In a way, I kinda feel like the Matt/Karen “romance” was a red haring, like MARVEL was totally trolling us. B/c their relationship opens with typical, cliche hero/heroine development. The girl doesn’t know the hero’s secret, the hero saves her (both as himself [Matt], & as his alter ego [Daredevil], plus they’re prominently in each other’s lives b/c they work together & are friends. I wonder if MARVEL was like, “Ok, the audience are gonna ship these two, so let’s play with that.” B/c 1) of course they’re gonna get shipped at first, b/c there’s this idea that two people who work so closely together & are of the opposite sex can’t simply be friends; & 2) it’s in the comics so its canon. Like, MARVEL gave us what was expected, the typical cliched hero/heroine romance (which was really, romance-lite) before ripping it apart & giving us something more real, more tangible with Matt/Elektra & Frank/Karen. Like, “Ok, audience, this is what you think you want. But look over here! This is the real deal. This is what you’re really looking for.”

I mean, just look at this gif again…

All Matt does is push Foggy & Karen to the ground, & covers Karen’s body with his own. There’s no caressing, no clutching, no words at all exchanged between them.

Look at these…

Matt caresses Elektra with one hand while clutching onto her with the other.

Originally posted by hoppelessssssss

He literally nuzzles her entire face while clutching onto her, afraid to loose her.

Originally posted by lotusnrose

And now look at these…

Frank doesn’t just push Karen to the ground. There’s a lot of movement in this scene, & I’m not referring to the bullets flying all over the place. Just look at Frank’s face. It looks like a combination of fear for Karen’s safety as well as absolute rage that anyone would dare try & kill her. Plus the fact that Frank shows up simply to prove to Karen that it wasn’t him that shot at her. Frank doesn’t really care what people think of him, he doesn’t care that at least 50% of the city thinks he’s a monster. But he just HAS to tell Karen that it wasn’t him. It reminds me of their hospital scene when Frank does everything to ensure that Karen knows he would never hurt an innocent person, he’d never hurt her, that she was safe even when he was gunning for Grotto. He doesn’t care about what anyone else thinks of him, but he cares about what Karen thinks.

Frank also repeatedly looks back down at Karen. Even though he’s covering her & there’s simply no way she could get shot with him protecting her, he keeps looking back down at her as if to reassure himself that she’s still alright.

And Frank’s not the only one clutching, Karen is, too! But Frank also draws his hands repeatedly over Karen’s head, almost like he’s caressing her.

If that’s not love I’ don’t know what is.

CANON ANSWERS ABOUT WKM (complete!)

I took notes watching the stream! Let me know if there’s anything integral that I missed– and you can bet SERIOUS MONEY that I’ll be piecing together more theories in the next few days!

CHAPTER ONE

  • CONFIRMED: WARFSTACHE PREQUEL.
  • “Bonjour” was an homage to ADWM.
  • Each character Mark plays has different quotes about “Life” (i.e. Life is for the living, life is ours to choose, life needs a bit of madness).
  • THE DRUNK SEQUENCE PREDICTS EVERYTHING!!
  • The Damien keg stand meant to signify that he’d be stuck in “the upside-down”, and when he tried to wake us up, that told us he was the only one who really wanted to help us!
  • ASSHOLE MARK NEVER DRINKS.
  • The Mayor turning gray means ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.
  • Mark tried to make it obvious we would die, yet we were all still surprised (lmao).
  • CONFIRMED: In Mark’s own words, Damien is the only one with a “human” reaction to the death.
  • The Colonel was based on the hunter from Jumanji!
  • The Chef is scary, but inherently harmless.
  • Little Buddy’s “kill” mode is insignificant to the story and WAS an homage to FNaF.
  • CONFIRMED: COLONEL, MARK, AND DAMIEN WERE FRIENDS SINCE CHILDHOOD BUT HAD A FALLING-OUT.
  • And the dick on the body tape was 100% Ethan’s idea!! LMAO

CHAPTER TWO

  • CONFIRMED: The Colonel DOES “pop in and out of existence”, but he is NOT the only one to do so– just the most obvious.
  • Mark tried to make it “painfully apparent” that the Colonel was the one who did it.
  • Detective and Asshole Mark were friends at the same time he, Damien, and Colonel were friends– but the two did NOT know the Detective.
  • The long winding hall sequence with Detective was intentional– so we could get oriented with the house…
  • … because the house “does not follow the laws of physics”.
  • When following the Colonel out of the bedroom on the second floor, we warp with him to the first floor patio (with the pool).
  • The crib in the room was not a planned detail in the story.
  • CONFIRMED: The Colonel and Celine ran off together, and that’s what made Asshole Mark hate him.
  • CONFIRMED: IN THE WHOLE STORY, THERE IS NO HOST INVOLVEMENT WHATSOEVER.
  • CONFIRMED: The Colonel and Asshole Mark grew up together in that house, which is why the Colonel knows it so well and refers to it as “his own”. Mark even considered making those two characters be brothers!

CHAPTER THREE

  • “Hence the guns” is one of Mark’s favorite scenes in the series.
  • The cane is a sign of Damien’s high-class status as Mayor.
  • CONFIRMED: Celine and Asshole Mark were married.
  • Quote from Mark himself: “[Celine] wants what she wants, and she won’t let anyone get in her way”
  • Another quote: “She also has a temper… like someone else we know”
  • Mark’s original inclination was to make Damien and Celine be siblings, hence Celine’s adamant refusal of Damien’s help. (I caught onto this notion, but it didn’t really resonate with anyone else I talked to about it.)
  • Mark said that Celine wanted to use the viewer in the ritual because she saw them as expendable, since she didn’t know them personally.
  • There are no lightning strikes when George says “murder” because he hasn’t been inside the house for many years.
  • CONFIRMED: The house is cursed. (Make of that what you will.)
  • CONFIRMED: In the final door shot of Celine, she is possessed– because she messed with power beyond her control, and Damien was in the room with her at the time.

CHAPTER FOUR

  • The Colonel looks out for Celine and Damien– but NOT Asshole Mark.
  • The odd glowy room-walking sequence was supposedly a small view into another world– “the upside-down”, it was dubbed (but there’s debate about whether that region specifically was “the upside-down”)
  • There is debate as to whether this is how the Colonel “pops in and out of existence”.
  • We don’t see the Detective’s investigation room until that chapter because the house hid it from us.
  • In that room, there are post-its reading “DON’T TRUST THE SEER” (which I caught, but it was a very minor thing I had to watch multiple times to see)
  • The Colonel owed Asshole Mark A LOT of money.
  • As we fall, William says, “It was an accident, I swear!”
  • The original idea for the final gun scene was that Damien would walk in and be the one the Colonel shot, NOT us.
  • CONFIRMED: Asshole Mark had killed himself many times before, but returned to his body from “the upside-down”. That’s why he was stabbed 37 times, poisoned, beaten, strangled, drowned, AND shot– none of those happened on the same day. Asshole Mark tried his hand at the dark arts to achieve this.
  • CONFIRMED: The black eyes we see when Asshole Mark’s body speaks to us after we die is NOT his own spirit– it’s the spirit of someone else trapped there.
  • CONFIRMED: Damien had every intention of helping us! He did! Mark confirmed it– he wasn’t manipulating us at all, he just wanted the best for us!
  • CONFIRMED (!!!): William/the Colonel spent ten hours watching our body overnight and cradled Damien’s cane the whole time. (THE FEELS ARE REAL, GUYS! THEY’RE CANON!!)
  • CONFIRMED: The reason Wilford Warfstache’s suspenders are pink is because they used to be red, but they faded over many, many years.
  • Mark didn’t realize how tragic the ending really was until he was editing it. In his own words, it’s “terrifyingly sad”.

And, finally, the one we’ve all been waiting for…

  • CONFIRMED: DAMIEN PUSHED US OUT OF THE BODY. But he wasn’t manipulating us for that… he did it because he cared for us and didn’t think we deserved the true hell of what resurrection really meant. He did it because he thought it was the right thing to do.
How I cope with my Emotional Nonsense

My brain comes with the fun little perk of really intense, overwhelming emotional reactions. My emotions are a series of on/off switches and it’s either blinding painful intensity or complete numbness. So here’s how I try to manage it:

  • Clean my room. Not like… calm gentle reorganization. No. I dump as much as I think I can handle onto the floor and put it back in its place. It’s intense. There’s usually loud angry music. Things almost always end up only slightly cleaner than they were but I feel way fuckin better afterwards.
  • Play video games. Preferably those ones where you’re way OP and just slice through enemies like butter. Or something you just plain can’t lose at, like Stardew Valley.
  • Watch vine compilations. Seriously, just search RIP Vine in youtube, click on the mix playlist, and you’re set forever.
  • Listen to podcasts. I like audio dramas. If you want recs, message me. I’ve got a list.
  • Take a walk. I’m confident in my ability to keep myself safe in doing so, so I will start walking and just not stop until I calm down. Usually I’m doing better after about half an hour for me.
  • Make something. Draw, knit, write, paint, make a fucking hand turkey. No one cares if it’s good. And even if I decide to throw it out, I usually feel better once I’ve actually made a thing.
  • Blanket fort. Really. It helps. Use a paper towel tube as a fake sword. Just… be silly and childish and imaginative. Those aren’t bad things to be.
  • Cut/dye my hair. Usually this takes a little planning but I always wind up deciding to do it during a breakdown of some sort.
  • Eat something. Sometimes a bag of gummy worms is all it takes to remember that the world isn’t entirely awful.
  • Go back to bed. Sometimes, I just don’t have the energy to put up with the world’s bullshit. And that’s okay. It’s not wise to pick this one every time, but sometimes the world can wait. I bury myself under the covers, put my phone on do not disturb, and either take a nap or listen to music.

Sometimes, I’m stuck. I can’t distract myself, and I can feel the wave coming, about to pull me under and turn me into a massive shitlord. Because I am an absolutely AWFUL person to be around when I’m in emotion-hell. Believe me, I hate myself during it too. Haven’t quite figured out what to do with it yet, but if I’m with someone I try to warn them that I’m really upset and just need a moment to freak out a bit. Then I try to just… let it pass. It’s a bad idea to talk to people you have strong feelings about, no matter the feelings, when you’re in this. Impulses are hard to manage. I tend to just ramble my feelings in a private post on tumblr or I talk to someone I don’t know that well and consequently don’t have strong feelings about. Just… keep breathing. It passes.

So yeah. Things I try to keep in mind:

  • Nothing is permanent. Our lives are short and, on a cosmic scale, relatively insignificant. The decisions I make aren’t actually that important, so I may as well have fun.
  • Our lives are the most important thing we experience. This is how we are, right now. It is so very real, so very vivid and meaningful and shapes future iterations of us. We are very much here.
  • Two opposing statements can be true at the same time. We are complex, beautiful creatures capable of complex planning and deep thought. We’re also  bumbling apes who will ingest toxic substances because we like how they feel and frequently giggle at the thought of farts.
  • People in general are too busy worrying about what everyone else thinks of them to actually notice that a bit of someone else’s hair is sticking up or that their shirt was on inside out. It happens. We’ve all had those days.
  • There is no such thing as grown-ups. Only people who have gotten very good at pretending they know what they’re doing. We learn the rules by conformity, by watching everyone else and doing what they’re doing, even if we don’t actually know what the fuck is going on. It’s okay. There’s probably someone else just as confused as you in the same room. You’ll be fine, and if you’re too lost to pretend you know what’s going on, either ask someone who looks like they know, or bullshit it and hope for the best.
  • There is good in the world. If you need evidence, look at this dog. All dogs are good.
⇁ money shot (m)

Originally posted by sunkissedhao

pairing⇁Yoongi x Reader 

genre⇁smut || pornstar!au

⚬ warnings⇁dom!yoongi, submissive!reader, verbal humiliation, spanking, roleplay, rough sex, cum play, dirty talk, this is porn ok and everything is consensual

word count⇁10.6k pwp 

[money shot] in a pornographic movie, refers to the sequence in which the male actor ejaculates onto his partner’s body

“Don’t look so put off. Min Yoongi’s indisputably one of the best in the industry. He’s extremely professional and experienced—and handsome to boot. You’ll be in the very best hands. He rarely works with newbies, so consider yourself special.”

or ; the author just really wanted to write a pornstar!au but got carried away;;

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Keith Kogan: A Portrayal of Homosexuality Done Right

I always tell people that Voltron is a lot more clever than it gets credit for. It can spin a cliche/trope on it’s head beautifully, and while all the characters are easily digestible archetypes (i.e: the nerd, the loner), the creators add layers to them that not only make them feel like real people, but also makes social commentary on those very archetypes.

In no better way do they do this than with the character of Keith.

Before I get into how and why Keith deviates from you’re typical gay male protagonist, I want to establish as a fact that Keith is homosexual.

If you don’t see - what I consider to be - blatant evidence that Keith’s gay, well, I can’t say I blame you. Most people have ingrained heteronormative lenses, meaning they’ll miss the subtext of homosexual characters. Us in the LGBT community are much more attuned to seeing these because, well, for one, we’re queer, and two, because up until around the 1960s, the portrayal of gay characters in the media was illegal and could only be shown subtextually.

So it makes sense that people overlook the very nuanced portrayal of Keith’s sexuality, but if you’re willing to take off those lenses, it’s certainly there.

The first standout appearance of this is in season 1 episode 6: Taking Flight. Or as I like to call it, the day the shows name officially changed to Gaytron: Legendary Homosexuals

I think one of the disconnects for some viewers is that they don’t completely grasp the saying, “Show don’t tell,” the mantra of pretty much every writer. Not always, but typically, showing is better than telling. Or more accurately, telling needs to be used at the correct times and for the right reasons.

So how do they show us that Keith’s gay in this episode? Through three things, body language, actions, and juxtaposition.

You don’t have to be a body language specialist to understand the clear meaning behind Keith’s posture. Leaning, looking someone up and down, and a small, lingering smile/smirk are all subconscious signs of attraction. They’re also common ways of depicting male attraction in the media.

Speaking of depicting male attraction, lets look at how Lance’s flirts in the same episode.

Leaning. Check. Lingering smile. Check. Engaged eye contact. Check. The biggest difference is how blatant they are in their intentions, but that comes down to pure character difference. Keith is self assured and more genuinely confident. He also has a lot of walls up and isn’t so open. While Lance puts on a show/over compensates so that he might appear cool. You can also see this in their respective ‘I’m-checking-you-out’ postures. Lance’s body is open, he’s engaged and his eyes are on Nyma’s eyes. While Keith’s posture is interested, but more in an appreciative way. His body is closed off, and instead of looking Rolo in the eyes, he looks at his - um - physique. This is really fitting for Keith’s character, who again, has walls, and who also puts this mission first, and most likely has no intention of letting this attraction lead to anything other than having a nice piece of eye candy around for a couple of hours.

This is textbook juxtaposition. So moving along now.

I don’t want this to be a shippy post, so I won’t add all the times I think Keith shows attraction towards Lance, but I do want to mention this scene.

The use of the rainbow(the most recognizable symbol in the gay community) over lapping the bi flag colors is relevant for the same reason why the use of purple to symbolize the Galra is relevant. Purple represents royalty, imperialism, but also gloom and danger. The use of these colors and symbols are conscious choices.

While the above scene shows that Keith is attracted to men, this scene shows that Keith is also not attracted to woman.

What I love about this scene is that it’s such a cliche, and like I said up above, Voltron is good at turning those on their head. Here they utilize the tiered and true trope of accidentally falling into each others arms. If this was a hetero-centric Romcom than this moment would’ve been obviously meant to establish attraction, but instead, it does the opposite. Rather Keith personally likes Allura or not, she’s a knock out. So, if he’s attracted to women at all, and isn’t use to having that contact- which hes not - he should be at least somewhat shocked/flustered. If it had been an attractive guy that fell into Keith’s arms, I have no doubt that his reactions would be something beyond that blank stare. Considering he literally gasps every time Lance touches him

The last piece of “evidence” I want to show isn’t as blatant and may just be my perspective, but it’s worth mentioning.

The themes of Keith’s Galra arc are very reminiscent to coming out. He’s discovering parts of himself. He’s internalizing and hiding away said parts. He’s scared of what the people he cares about will think of him when they find out. If this is intentional, it’s brilliant, because while Voltron is set in a futurist world where sexuality is supposedly not an Issue, it still is for the youth of today. Meaning by having these similar themes, Keith becomes more relatable to LGBT people.

This is the part where, if you still don’t think Keith’s gay, I’ll have to calmly yet firmly ask you to get off my fucking lawn. For the rest of you, onward to victory!!!

LGBT individuals have a history of being badly represented in the media, especially now that gay characters have become a marketing strategy for a more progressive consumer base. Their whole character is often reduced to stereotypes or used as a giant walking gay pride flag that reads: look at us, we’re hip and with the times. Meaning, the majority of these characters plots and personalities are based solely on their sexuality. Which is a problem, because not only does it not help to normalize homosexuality, but it’s just not relatable to LGBT people.

I’ll give you an example. My mom’s a lesbian. She married to a woman and has two daughters, one who is trans and one who is bi. But despite how “gay"her life may seem, she very rarely describes herself as that way. She’s not active in LGBT issues. She doesn’t involve herself in the community. Shes not lesbian first and everything else afterward, and she is certainly not alone in that experience. Don’t get me wrong, LGBT individuals are more aware of their sexuality than cishet people, but it’s typically only because others point it out and remind us that its not "normal.” Still, for a lot of LGBT people, our sexuality is just one part of our personal narrative, not the whole damn book.

Another problem with LGBT representations is that their often just built off of stereotypes. Gay men are feminized and their sexuality is typically made the butt of a joke. They are shown as being promiscuous and having commitment issues. These are the standards.

But Keith abolishes all of those, and in such a seamless way too.

While Keith’s character is in no way excessively macho, he’s certainly not feminine either. He doesn’t mind getting sweaty. He’s temperamental and has anger issue. He lived a pretty low maintenance life in a desert shack, sleeps in his jeans like a heathen, and probably uses a dagger to peel oranges. Keith is a masculine character. He’s confident and self assured, but not vain. He’s emotional, but in a very private way. Whereas many other portrayal of gay men depict them as almost theatrically sensitive, confident, but only in their sexual prowess, and self absorbed, but only when it come to their looks and not when it comes to their skills.

This is already an impressive deviation, but what really makes Keith’s portrayal stand out is the way his sexuality is but a mere footnote in what makes his character his character, and how that fits into his personality and story arc so well.

The first thing you have to realize about Keith is that, while he certainly wants to connect with people, it’s not his number one priority. He has barriers. He fears rejection, and despite wanting to feel as if he belongs, its not hard to see how Keith has been conditioned to assume he’ll inevitability be left behind, and therefore places personal relationships low on his list of priorities. Meaning, yes, he was checking out Rolo, and yes, I believe that he’s very very fond of Lance, but I can’t imagine that Keith really sees these relationships becoming something substantial or romantic, and thus doesn’t put too much effort into perusing them. You can really tell what’s important to a character by what they focus their time on. Take Lance for instance, he’s a character who blatantly cares about friendships and has no problem openly flirting. That’s not to say Lance doesn’t care about the war, just like Keith’s reluctance to pursue meaningful bonds doesn’t mean he doesn’t want them. It just means that relationships and love obviously mean a lot to Lance.

So what does Keith focus on? Well, he shows the most focus on relationships in season one, when the connections he had with his makeshift family was the post pressing thing going on. (You cant really form Voltron if you don’t connect with the other members) But after season one, with all the changes Keith goes through, we see a big shift in his priorities. First he finds out about his heritage, then Shiro disappears and he is thrust into leadership, and then most recently, he joins the Blade.

By framing Keith’s character like this, it allows the creators to make his sexuality natural and relatable in a very interesting way. Because as LGBT people know, our sexuality isn’t the most important part of our lives. Just like Keith, we have more to focus on.

That’s not to say that his sexuality will never be shown explicitly. Like I said, I don’t want to get too shippy, but I truly believe that Laith is endgame. So if and when that happens, his sexuality will naturally come into play. Sadly, their will be a lot of people who call it forced because they missed the subtext and are use to seeing gay characters depicted more as spectacles than real people.

Voltron has really done something special here. They’ve create a universe where sexuality isn’t an issue, and they make it believable by never bringing it up outside of naturally occurring, unforced, appropriate context. Even better, because the Voltron universe is so vastly different than our own, it would’ve been easy to make LGBT characters that we couldn’t relate to, but they don’t. They manage this so well that I honestly can’t phantom Keith’s sexuality being anything but homosexual despite the fact it’s never been explicitly shown.

But most importantly, they’re creating a higher standard for LGBT representation. They are normalizing it on a show aimed towards children who are heavily influenced by the media they consume.


That, my friends, is worth applauding.

Writer things

- were street lamps invented in ww2????

- how much does an arm cost tho

- Everyone is nodded. All the heads are nodding in this conversation

- wait no it was raining wasn’t it *looks back ten pages* yeah okay why did i do that

- It’s still night right?

- It’s been night for like 30 years at this point

- what’s that guy’s name again? I should know this these are my babies

- I have no idea how you guys are going to get out of this alive so figure it out kids

- *googles* how to travel across Europe during the middle ages

- effects of the bubonic plague???

- shoot, comas don’t work like I want them to. I need a convenient coma

- Everyone has the ability to quirk one eyebrow why is this

- how smart are rats

- I think they’ve sighed like 30 times now

- how do i describe what its like to run a mile I’ve never done that in my life

- Im sure its just like super hard

- No one cares about the weather stop

- i just wrote twenty pages in two hours why cant i do this in school

- everyone smirks too much but what else do i say its not a smile its too sad for that

- and now everyone is just ‘smiling sadly’.

- chuckled sounds like santa clause but laugh is too much but snickered is evil but giggled is too bubbly…

- what is the purpose of a rubber duck

- no, don’t make references this is a serious piece of literature

- “now if I reverse the polarity of the neutron flow”

- okay i need tea and music and oh wow look at that someone liked my tumblr post…

know it all — p.p.

summary : may parker can’t fathom that you and her nephew aren’t dating yet- she can’t wait forever, you know, and she knows it’s going to happen eventually. when has may ever been wrong?

word count : 3k

author’s note : long time no see?? LOL sophomore year is successfully kicking my ass but i wrote this and it’s semi long so?? 

   May Parker prides herself on a lot of things- namely, her stunning resilience in the face of immense adversity, and the way she just seems to know things. She can’t help it, it’s her not so lame superpower and she uses it on Peter all the time, much to his annoyance. She earns a roll of the eyes whenever she says something out of the blue, so profound Peter can’t help but contemplate its credibility for the hours that follow their interactions. She knows things, she does, and she knows that you and her nephew are as meant to be as her and Ben were- are, she chastises herself sometimes- and she knows it so truly in the deepest recesses of her heart that the fact that you and Peter aren’t together is something that goes right over her head. 

   “Peter, hon, when’s your girl coming over? I miss having other ladies in the house,” she says one day, interrupting the silence that had settled upon the pair  as Peter recited the periodic table of elements so naturally in his head in preparation for a quiz the following day. Peter loses track somewhere between lithium and beryllium or maybe it was phosphorus, he doesn’t know anymore, when he hears May call you that, his girl, and he shakes his head at her wildly. “What? What’d I say?” May points her wooden spoon at him, and Peter’s reminded that she’s Italian for the fifth time that day. 

   “May, she’s not- she’s not my, like, girlfriend,” he stresses each syllable the word carries, practically throwing his pencil across the table when he turns his chair to get a better view of his aunt as she prepares dinner- pasta, again, because she claims it’s the only thing she can’t possibly mess up. “You know that! Y/N’s been my best friend forever.” 

    “You realize you can be best friends with your girlfriend, don’t you?” Peter can sense May’s eyes rolling even though he can’t see her since she’s facing the stove with her back turned. “You two have definitely kissed. You can’t tell me you haven’t.” 

    Peter’s entire face feels hot when she says that, his hands clammy when he presses them together against his cheeks, placing his elbows on the table to prop his head up. “That’s embarrassing, May. Why would you ever ask me that?” He runs his hands through his hair and the gel is so terribly packed on it that the carefully prepared hairstyle comes undone with one swift movement. “We haven’t, in case you’re wondering, which I know you are because you’re nosy.” Peter feels the spoon lightly poke into his back, a playful warning. 

   “Anyways,” May continues loudly, “as I was saying before, your girlfriend should come over for dinner sometime this week. I’m making pasta.” She grins before placing a bowl of penne in front of Peter, his least favorite pasta shape. Peter scowls at the penne but picks up his fork anyway and shoves some in his mouth, chewing thoughtfully for a moment before giving May a thumbs up. At least she was proud of it. “I won’t make penne if you get her to come over.” 

    She knows she’s got him when she sees the slow, unsure nod start. He sticks his hand out, and May shakes it happily. “Only because of the penne. I want bowties. Please,” he gives his aunt his best, brightest, sweetest smile he can form, much like the ones that come so naturally when he turns his gaze to look at you- but May won’t bring that up just yet. “And don’t make girlfriend jokes in front of her.” His utensil stabs into the pasta as he thinks to himself, ‘cause if you keep it up in front of her, she’ll think I’m a weirdo and I’ll never genuinely get to call Y/N that, ever. Honestly, he’d much rather launch himself headfirst off of the Empire State Building than never get to experience kissing you, holding your hand, being with you in all those sorts of hopelessly romantic ways that he daydreams about regularly. He’s doing it again, slipping into that endless reverie he always seems to find himself lost in. But it’s okay. His mind is a chasm of soft loves and sweet words shared between the two of you. It’s a beautiful, long mess of a dream. 

   “You lost, Pete?” May snaps her fingers in front of his face, bemused. 

    “A little,” he sighs in that dreamy tone she recalls her own self indulging in so fondly in her younger years. His gaze becomes hazy again, like he’s on another plane entirely, but she lets him be. For now. 


    Peter knows he’s dressing up a little too much for just a friend. He’s spraying too much strong cologne and gelling his hair excessively and praying you won’t notice the fact that it’ll be dryer than the leaves in the wintertime, but it’s all too much for someone he insists is his best friend and his best friend alone, nothing more and nothing less, certainly not his girlfriend. Never that, right? Peter frowns at his reflection and tilts his head down, rubbing his head in attempt to remove most of the gel that had been a serious mistake in the first place. You preferred his hair curly, anyway. Not that he cared. Not in the slightest. He puts on the sweater that you once said looked lovely on him and he wears his nice jeans, the ones without that stupid hole near the butt cheek that you can’t really see unless you’re trying

   His cheeks flush when May gives a tiny, satisfied smirk upon seeing his perfectly put together outfit. He acts as if no time at all was spent on his appearance, but she knows him, like she knows everything else, and she knows that he’s been holed up in the bathroom for over twenty minutes now trying to see which shirt matched his eyes best and debating the chances of you realizing that this was the sweater you liked the most on him before he put it on and beamed at himself in the mirror. Maybe it was the color or the stitching or the fabric but he was starting to like this one much more, too. 

   “You look very handsome, sweets,” May says to him, squeezing his shoulder as she brushes past him to place a salad on the table. Peter surveys the salad with a strange look on his face. 

   “Why’d you make a salad? Since when does Y/N eat salad?” He raises his eyebrows at her, before adding with haste, “not that I don’t love your salad, Aunt May, ‘cause I do. I promise.”  

   Aunt May places her hands on her hips, peering at him through the tops of her glasses in a way that makes her look too wise for someone as young as she was. “I’m making a good impression, obviously.” 

   “You’ve known her for like ten years now, the time for good impressions is over, May. You missed your chance.”

   “This is the first time I’m seeing Y/N as your girlfriend, though!” Peter lets out the loudest groan imaginable, running his hands over his cheeks and slapping his forehead with great vexation. 

   “Still not my girlfriend,” he insists on insisting, taking the extra plates out of her busy hands and helping to set the small kitchen table. 

   May smooths back a loose strand of hair from his forehead with a kind, teasing grin on her face. “Doesn’t mean you don’t want her to be, kiddo.” 

   He can’t possibly argue with that sort of logic, especially not when his aunt hits the nail right on the head in that peculiar way she has a habit of doing, so he just smiles and kisses May on the cheek. There’s a knock on the door less than a second later, and the pair scramble for the upper hand before Peter beats her to it and nearly flies to grab the handle of it and yank it open so he can greet you accordingly, slightly out of breath with his hair flopping to one quite nicely and a joyous smile making its way across his mouth when he sees you for the first time that day. May hovers earnestly behind him, hands fluttering over her nephew’s shoulders so she can push past him to wrap you in a hug if need be. Sometimes Peter has the impression that May adores you even more than he does; he wasn’t sure if he should be glad for that, or a bit offended that you seemed to return the blatant favoritism with ardency. 

   There was a brief second where your eyes raked over your best friend’s face with soft admiration, hidden as carefully as you could manage. When you met his appreciative gaze you felt the palms of your hands clam up and so you cast your look back to his aunt and playfully pushed past him to give her a hug. 

   Peter, offense overriding his previously somewhat moonstruck expression, backed away from you when you finally turned toward him with your arms outstretched. “Oh, now I get a hug? Interesting,” he rolls his eyes in a teasing manner, unable and unwilling to conceal his little, loving smile that appeared when you pried his arms off his chest and defiantly wrapped them around yourself as you hugged him. “Didn’t seem so interested in hugging me when you were shoving me away to get to May,” he says, craning his neck to stare at you whilst continuing to drag the embrace out for as long as possible. 

   “You’re still my favorite Parker,” you reply, poking his chest lightly. Then you turn away before you can say anything else that could be considered too revealing of certain, carefully concealed feelings that had the possibility of being detrimental to a beautiful friendship that had manifested over the years into something more, but not quite, not yet. “Sort of,” you put as an afterthought, lest he get any ideas about you feeling… something for him. “Anyways, what’s for dinner, May?” You anticipate pasta, and when May announces the dish with a great flourishing of her hand, you grin. Typical, yes, but nothing if not welcomed. 

  Peter, gentleman that he is, pulls out your chair for you, and you let yourself imagine that he’s doing it as a chivalrous boyfriend and not simply a polite friend. He imagines the same, though. Imagines that he’s on a date with you and he pulls out your chair and smiles kindly and lovingly- and he basks in this image for as long as he can. May calls you over then, and the daydream is shattered. You make your way over to her in the kitchen, leaning against the counter. 

   May lowers her voice before speaking, “Y/N, I’m gonna need you to explain something to me,” she starts. You nod, raising your eyebrows at her. “Explain why you and Peter aren’t together yet. Honestly, honey, I just can’t understand it.” She talks with her hands the way Peter does. 

   “Uh- what? I, um, I don’t… understand?” Your voice cracks a little, as if having May practically shove your less than friendly feelings for Peter back in your face wasn’t embarrassing enough. “We’re, um, you know, like, friends.” 

   Her hand waves dismissively, pushing that sentence away. “No, no, see that’s what he said, too! I have to disagree. I know everything, kiddo, and I know that you two are going to make it as a couple, so if that’s what your afraid of, don’t be. Go for it. I see the same thing in him that I see in you right now, and that thing is love. So, I’m going to need you to go make my nephew the happiest kid on Earth and tell him you’re falling in love with him, and you’ll see that he’s going to say the same thing to you. Trust me. Aunt May knows all,” she shrugs in a casual manner, brushing her confidence off, before she steers you around and gently pushes you back toward the tiny dining room table where Peter sits awkwardly fiddling with his thumbs with his lip caught between his teeth. 

   “Hi,” you almost whisper, settling down in your seat across from him. 

   He glances up. “Hey,” he says, smiling again. A reflex, in your presence. He clears his throat, then asks, “So, what’d you and May talk about?” He knows May loves him as if he were her son, which for all intents and purposes he is, but he can’t be sure of her secrecy. He wouldn’t put it past his aunt to let slip “accidentally” that he liked you, loved you, cared for you. 

   You take a sip of your glass of water that Peter must have filled in your absence from the table. You had a tendency to take sips of your drink when in uncomfortable conversations, or conversations you felt nervous in. He notes that. “Oh, um, nothing really… but if were gonna talk about it, I’d wanna do it in, like, private?” You twirl your straw around your drink, mixing the ice in the glass. Peter abruptly stands from his chair. You watch him sling a jacket around his shoulders and throw one of his sweaters at you, which you catch easily. “You wanna go now?” 

   He nods, licking his lips anxiously. “No better time than the present, right?” If you’re going to confront him and crush his heart with a single sentence that stands along the lines of I see you as a friend, he wants it done sooner rather than later. He wants it over with, so he can go back to his suffering in comfortable silence and start an attempt to move past this crush the way he had easily drifted away from his crush on Liz Allan. You fumble with the sweater as you stand. “May, we’re gonna step out for a bit!” Peter announces, opening the front door of his apartment and letting you slip out first. He doesn’t wait for her response before he disappears, too. May watches the two of you leave and feels her heart grow twice its size. 

  You’re standing outside the apartment building ten minutes later in the chilly autumn breeze, thankful for the cologne scented sweater that rests over your body like a warm blanket. Peter’s hands are never cold, and so they linger outside of his pockets as opposed to yours, shoved inside the front pocket of the sweater he’s given you. He reaches for your hands wordlessly and rubs them over his. “You’re always freezing,” he laughs quietly, lacing his fingers through yours with a new burst of confidence that you find endearing as you squeeze his hands. “Hey, wanna know something? You might know it already but, I figure I should tell you myself, if you wanna know.” He swings his hands back and forth, and yours swing along with his. 

   “Yeah, please,” you insist, twisting your head to the side to sweep the windswept hair out of your face. One of Peter’s hands comes up to brush it out of the way, typical and cliche and an overplayed move but none of that matters when the action is being carried out, because it makes your stomach constrict in that funny way and your heart melt into a puddle on the dirty sidewalk. His fingers linger over the softness of your cheek, and he keeps his hand there to see what you’ll say about it. You say nothing, let remain there. “You gonna tell me or not?” 

  “Should I- I could maybe…” he sucks on the bottom of his lip. “Forget it, I don’t know how to speak properly around you like this.” You start to protest, demand he tell you because you won’t be able to stop thinking about this if he doesn’t, but every word dies before it can touch the edge of your lips. Peter has his head lowered down toward you and he’s kissing you, a thought that’s crossed your mind more times than you were able to count but now, it’s happening. Real lips pressed against yours feverishly, shyness forgotten in the heat of the moment. When he pulls away first, it returns and collides with him as if he’s hit a brick wall, and his cheeks burn red. He makes no move to back away, still. “D-Did I step out of line? Was that okay? Do you hate me? ‘Cause if you do we can go back upstairs or you can leave and then on Monday we can pretend that this never happened because you’re still my best friend no matter what even if it’s awkward-” 

   Your hands clasp together around the back of his neck as you yank him down toward you again, and this time you kiss him back. You can feel him smiling so hard it makes it difficult to kiss him, but when you break away to tell him that, he just laughs and smiles harder and keeps kissing you. He doesn’t know how to stop now that’s he had the opportunity. You’re both laughing hysterically and trying to kiss properly and his nose bumps against yours repeatedly, and it’s the most perfect first kiss in the world. 

   He keeps his hand firmly grasped in yours when you go back upstairs to his seventh floor apartment, opens the door for you and everything. May is sitting at the table, turns her head to the both of you and peers at you from the top of her glasses. Peter raises his hand and yours, triumphant. May claps her hands together as he, your boyfriend, declares proudly, “Aunt May, I would like to formally introduce you to my girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N, who I hope will be sticking around?” He looks to you for reassurance, and gets what he needs from the happy kiss you bestow upon the side of his face. 

   “I told you two I know everything!” Is what breaks the joyous silence, and then the laughter starts again; a perfectly lovely family. 

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gingerbreddie  asked:

yo wtf im in love w ur writing pLeAsE i need more reddie hc's like .... idk.... richie works at the cinema and once in a while a cute guy (eddie) comes there with his friends and YEAH come up with the rest wow im a FAN

my buddy,, my guy,,, ily

aged up because when are they not in these things lmao,, like 19/20

- richie’s new in town and the first day he moves there he goes and gets a job, and the first thing that comes along just happens to be at the cinema

- this is fine, he’s pretty decent with customer service and doesn’t mind the long hours (boys got energy for days), also the perks of free movie tickets and discounted snacks is enticing

- the uniform is his least favourite part, he has to wear black slacks, dress shoes, and a horribly fitted bright purple vest (but he’s allowed to put pins on it so he bedazzles the fuck outta himself)

- he’s been working there like a week and they mostly just have him doing the shitty cleaning jobs (not really what he wanted but he’s getting paid so whatever) and this group of six walks in, all about his age

- he’s sweeping over behind the confection stand and he can hear they’re arguing about what film to see from across the establishment, so naturally he starts eavesdropping and watches them (he’s been here for five hours he needs some sort of entertainment, and these people look interesting)

- and then the all walk up to the ticket stand and,,, richie does a double take 

- there’s this guy that’s quite a bit shorter than the rest of them, and was kinda standing behind them all before so richie couldn’t see him properly, and holy fuck he’s pretty

- fuckn,, taylor swift is playing over the speakers and it’s ridiculously fitting as the chorus from ‘enchanted’ starts playing,, richie’s heart just about leaps out of his chest

- so he gawks after them as the buy their tickets and he’s leaning on his broom and it slips out from under him so he trips, he catches himself before he faceplants but it still draws attention

- fuuuck now they’re all looking and wwooOAAH wAIT he’s smiling at you be cool man be cool

- so he tries to play it off like ‘hhaaha yep totally meant to do that’, giving a weak salute over to the group who have mostly all gone back to talking amongst themselves

- except for the short guy, who laughs and bites his lip at richie, then turns back to his friends

- richie realises they’re all heading over to the snack counter and there’s no one at the register so he sprints there before someone else can serve them (he’s not supposed to be doing register today but like,, his manager’s not here atm so suck it)

- he’s slightly out of breath and aware he probably looks like a maniac and they’re kinda giving him weird looks but honestly he can’t see anything but this one guy,, holy shit he’s wearing a pink sweater holY SHIT

- they walk up to the counter and the one girl with red hair come up first and leans on the glass

- “HIWHATCANIGETFORYOU”

“…..uh, hi, one large popcorn.. please?”

“YEAH TOTALLY NO PROBLEM”

“…..cool… thanks…..”

- he’s never put in orders as fast as he does now because shorty’s at the back of the line

- when the rest of them have their orders and he finally gets to the front richie like,, tries to be suave but it just kinda comes off awkward and lowkey cringy

- “hey there”

- “hi”

- “what can i get for you, hot stuff?”

- and then this kid snorts and giggles and scrunches up his nose and richie is gone,, dear god help me i’ve died and gone to heaven,, this is the cutest person i’ve ever seen in my life

- he puts in the order and hands the food over and the rest of the group are probably like,, why the fuck is this geek-ass bitch trying to flirt with our friend who does he think he is

- “enjoy your movie guys!”

- “thanks! you too”

- richie laughs and the kid goes red and turns heel and the group disappears into the cinema, leaving richie standing there grinning like a dork (until his manager comes back and tells him off for not sweeping)

- when the film lets out richie is cleaning around the arcade and the guy with the red flannel comes up behind him and shoves a piece of paper into his hand 

- “he d-didn’t shut up about you for the whole fucking m-movie”

- he returns to the group and they leave and richie looks at the paper,, and its a phone number with ‘~eddie :)’ written underneath it,, richie could pass out right here and now 

- he immediately pulls out his phone and sends him a text like 

- >’i really like your laugh’

- boy wtf thats so gay

- he gets an instant reply that’s just a smiley face and a heart and ,, fuck

WHOOP there it is,, might do a part two but for now have this

wedding!reddie hc’s

aka….

THE REDDING

this turned out waaaaaay longer than i expected and its longer than any hc i’ve ever written but i mean cOME ON its a wedding?!?!?!? how does one write shortly about a WEDDING that would be a pretty boring wedding right

this contains some stenbrough too btw!

(planned together with the amazing @remushlupin again, she made the playlist also! 
and my bby @babyeds came up w/ something too <3)

ANYWAY!!! 

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satanslesbianmother  asked:

I am creating a black female character for a story that takes place in an area where...well, she's surrounded by white people who are almost obsessively politically correct, to the point of enforcing "colorblindness." I feel it's important to her character and to authenticity for her to react to her white friends being intimidated around the subject of race, but I don't want to end up writing the white person's "ideal black response" unintentionally. Any pointers?

Black Girl Living in a “Colorblind” Environment

Hey there,

Wooow, that’s like my entire life over here. Yes, I do have some pointers, but they’ll mostly just be my thoughts and experiences. Not everyone will have the same reactions as I do, but I hope this will help.

Internalized Racism

So I’ll just start by saying this is the perfect breeding ground for internalized racism. It is an everyday thing so subtle, so normalized absolutely every time, that the racism is hardly ever recognized for what it is. If your character is somewhat like me or people I know, they will struggle with the urge to not stand out, try to assimilate into the dominant culture or distance themselves from their culture(s) at the expense of their own identity, feeling the need to compensate and deflect stereotypes. They’ll be gaslit left and right, and replying with anything other than silence or agreement will most of the time start discussions or fights. They might at times feel like they’re living a lie, feel out of place and start questioning themselves. There’s more but you get the gist of it.

Reactions to Environment

Now most reactions will come down to: 

1) completely rejecting the white people and their culture,

2) trying to become like the white people and take on their views, 

3) or social withdrawal. 

What they all have in common is A LOT of unease surrounding your roots, your race and expressing your true self. 

Daily Struggles

There will be a lot of tension and anxiety when matters of race surface, even when they don’t end up mentioned or discussed. Feeling like you don’t belong, that you’ll only be accepted as long as you keep your mouth shut about racism.

Feeling unsafe comes to mind. I imagine your character desperately searching for people who might be different, looking for friends of color online, trying to make sense of their experiences by searching online, that sort of thing. If they do try to express themselves it’s because that person gives them the feeling that they just might be a bit more understanding than others and might get into discussions desperately trying for them to understand them. I imagine them not wanting to be seen as a stereotype while not wanting their race/roots/ethnicity pushed aside. High chances they will be passive aggressive about it because they lack any other meaningful way to express themselves. 

Of course there will be Black and brown people who’re content with assimilating into a culture like this. Good for them. But plenty of people also force themselves to believe that in order to survive. 

That’s what most of it comes down to. Surviving an environment that’s hostile towards you while it masquerades as your dear friend. 

~ Mod Alice

Daily Struggles - Racism & Racial Tension

In middle school, I had this friend. I was telling her a story involving someone else when she asked a strangely-worded question. 

“Did she look like you or me?” 

I was all “huh” until she pointed to my arm, my skin.

“Like you…” She said, then pointed to her own arm. “Or like me?”

I instantly fed off of the race-is-scary vibe and just muttered “Oh, like you…”

I grew up in a slightly less intense version of Alice’s environment, and my experience was passive-aggressive racism (micro-aggressions) with both the micro-aggressions and aggressive racism brushed over and kept low key. (That lady moved her purse when you walked by because she thinks you’ll steal it? Nah, she just needed it to warm her lap!)

I rarely felt the heat of racism. It wasn’t as blatant. Still, it happened in pockets.

Daily “racial tension” would be stares in public because seeing a Black person in the supermarket was a marvel. At school and other frequented places, well, they get used to you, so unless you’re the very new kid, it’s not likely she’d be made awkward on the day-to-day for existing (At least not until slavery is discussed and everyone is turning their heads to stare at her..).

Colorblind Environment and Balancing Culture

Alice hit the main points. Some reject the dominant culture, some embrace it (and may even allow and make race jokes at their own expense to cope) and some withdraw completely. I don’t think anyone fits into any neat category. 

Consider that your character may fall on a scale of embracing her situation, and rejecting some aspects. No one person is the same. 

I think background and home life will affect how she copes in this environment. I moved into my super-white town at a pretty young age, prior to that growing up in a culturally-diverse city and had sisters who did as well. We were able to embrace our culture at home among each other and other family even if that openness could not be experienced with most people in the neighborhood. If I’d been older before I moved, I probably wouldn’t have given a damn a bit more, or rejected more of the environment’s culture, but hey. 

Either way, it’s very possible for her to blend and embrace more than one culture. But how one embraces or how much, depends on the person.

Now, embracing different culture depending on the environment and code-switching doesn’t mean you’re at a cultural crisis or both sides cannot co-exist. For example, while I was made awkward about race in one experience, around that same age and time, I brought a bigger celebration of Black History Month to that same school by approaching administration on the severe lack of it. With permission and the help of friends, we made posters and announcements celebrating prominent Black leaders and inventors. That would not have happened if I didn’t have cultural pride being nourished elsewhere.

In Short

With maturity, self-realization, getting away from that environment and/or connecting with a knowledgeable and accepting group of people comes accepting what living in the dominant culture has made you, and hopefully embracing and not losing the culture you might’ve experienced without its influence.

As always, we’d also recommend having appropriate beta-readers take a look at your story for sensitivity and accuracy.

~Mod Colette

P.S. Based on some responses defending colorblindness as a good thing, which it’s not and is in fact racist (!) I would urge you to research the harms of the colorblind approach and learn of the huge disservice it is to People of Color to ignore the beauty that is diversity and in recognizing cultural differences.

PSA: “Seeing color” isn’t the same as “judging color.” 

Won’t dwell on it here. I do want to quote mod Brei from a different ask

Colorblindness is an act of racism by denying to acknowledge differences. I mean, no one ever says “I don’t see gender” so why apply such ignorance to race?

We’ll see that, sweetheart - Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: We’ll see that, sweetheart

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: None

Imagine: Imagine Dean and you being hunting partners and in love with each other for year, but are too scared to admit it. You are close and have a strong bond, being intimate in different ways every time. When he sees you interact with Jack and take care of him he remembers how he’s always wanted to have kids with you and finally gets the courage to bring it up to you.

A/N: In a close to perfect Supernatural universe this is how I’d like to see Dean open up to Jack, just to get over a lil bit of the pain in the previous episode! But I love both so much that the writers are only making it harder for me now!

“And that is how you can also raise the volume if you want to hear more clear, but careful with that around here cause Dean’s always a grumpy old man with these stuff.” you said playfully and Jack grinned slightly, just as Dean looked at you and scoffed.

“I’m not old.” hemuttered and you hummed.

“Sure, whatever you say grandpa!” you winked but he just shook his head, a small smile creeping on his lips “And- no, Jack he’s not my granpa. It’s just a thing, I call him stupid nicknames sometimes. That’s all.” you said, noticing how the nephilim was ready to ask.

“Oh” he nodded his head “Alright, and if I want to watch… cartoons, I press on number one and then three. For… thirteen, right?”

“Exactly! And there’re plenty of Scooby Doo there for you too!” you giggled, patting his back as he broke into an adorable grin.

“I really like that one, it’s wonderful!” he breathed out, his eyes sparkling.

“It sure is, Jack.” you chuckled “But remember, whenever there isn’t something good on TV and you really want to do something you can opt for a book!”

“Yeah if you wanna be a nerd in life sure.” Dean mumbled and you shot him a look.

“There are plenty of good ones around here, and I have a lot I think you’d like.” you said softly to Jack “Just until you find what you really like and what not we keep exploring, alright?”

“Then I think we should name you Dora.” Dean muttered with a snicker and you couldn’t fight the grin that spread on your lips, as Jack merely tilted his head to the side and frown.

“Do- Dora? What is that?” he mumbled and you still couldn’t fight the laughter that left your lips.

“Dean!” you exclaimed, throwing a pillow at him as he dodged it “How the hell do you even know about that?!” you shook your head.

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Vanish I

Originally posted by elektranatchyos

Steve Harrington x Reader

PART II

Request:  i was wondering if you could do an imagine where instead of barb being taken, its the reader? so while the whole town mourns, steve, nancy and jonathan all try and find her?

Barb is still…gone…in this because I am 100% horrible. 

I don’t know how many parts this is going to be, but I hope you enjoy!


Steve sat in the interrogation room at the Hawkins Police Department. His eyes were directed at the metal table, unblinking. A heavy frown was set on his face and tears lined his eyes. His heart was pounding and his stomach felt like it was about to hit the floor. The heavy door to the room opened and shut with a click. 

Sheriff Hopper stood at the door, watching Steve Harrington with his brows scrunched together. He set his coffee on the table and took a seat. A notebook and pen was sat neatly on the table in front of him.

“I need you to tell me exactly what happened last night, Steve. Every. Single. Detail.” Hopper tapped the pen against the notebook, waiting for the teenager before him to start speaking.

“It-“ Steve’s voice shook. He cleared his throat and started again, looking up at Hopper. “It was a normal Friday night for us. I picked her up from her house at around six, then we went to my place,” Hopper nodded, writing it down.

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Astrology: The 7th house and the relationship partner

Our ascendant sign indicates how we distinguish ourselves as an individual. It depicts the characteristics we project into the outer world and how we proclaim our “I am”.

In regards to this, our descendent then indicates who we declare as “They are”. The sign here indicates the type of people we attract or are attracted to as they provide contrast to who we define ourselves as - Ever heard “opposites attract”?

The 7th house is often associated with romantic relationships, however this is commonly the simplified modern interpretation of this house.

Essentially what the 7th house represents is any situation where you are in ‘contract’ with another person in a one-on-one circumstance. You come to agreements here, and this is why this house is associated with the marriage partner (and also business relationships and deals, as well as law and close friendships).

The sign here indicates the characteristics attractive in another person, and also indicates who is drawn to you. It is often 9 times out of 10 that we have our longest and most successful relationships with people who have the sign on out descendent on one of their personal planets or their rising sign.

Many other factors can alter this such as:

  • The ruler of the sign on our DC (sign/house and aspects play a vital role in interpretation)
  • Venus house, sign and aspects
  • Juno house, sign and aspects

Looking at the ruler of the 7th house and its condition is very important if you 7th house is empty!

No…this does not mean you’ll live alone with 9 cats and a parakeet called Charlie…your 7th house ruler will give you more information as to the nature of your potential future relationship partner.

In fact, if your 7th house is empty, the bond you can create when someones planet falls into this house can strengthen your connection with them as their presence seems to ‘complete’ you in a way you find magnetic and romantic.

Check the sign on your descendent + the sign the ruler is in (regardless if you have planets in the 7th or not) as this will highly indicate the most likely people you’ll form relationships with.

Note* This will also indicate how you will act in relationships with other people! (This will greatly depend on if you subconsciously project these characteristics onto another person/if they have planets in this sign)

  • Also take note of any planets in the 7th house

* The house of the 7th ruler (+ aspects) will also have an influence - for advanced readers

Aries 7th (Look for Mars Sign)

  • An independent relationship partner
  • A hot headed and temperamental partner
  • A masculine and driven partner
  • Someone who is sporty and always on the go
  • Having a partner who takes the lead in relationships  
  • Being competitive with the relationship partner
  • The partner is fiery, passionate and highly sexual
  • Play fighting with the partner
  • Having a tomboy partner
  • Someone who is defensive and aggressive
  • Someone who goes head first into things without much forethought
  • A partner who can be selfish
  • A partner who is a fighter and daring
  • Having a partner who’s are pioneer and aims to reach the top
  • Having a partner who’s into weapons, fighting, sports and/or competing
  • A partner who’s into violent movies and/or video games
  • A partner who can put themselves first
  • The relationship partner is daring, courageous and has little to no fear of anything or anyone
  • A partner with a “Try me” attitude
  • A partner who doesn’t take “no” for an answer
  • Having a partner who prefers to do their own thing
  • Having a partner who makes it hard to pin down because they want to be independent and solo
  • A hot headed and boisterous partner
  • A partner who is physically fit, athletic and sporty
  • A partner whines always looking for something new to do
  • A masculine partner
  • The relationship partner tends to start things but not finish them

Taurus (Look for Venus Sign)

  • A slow moving and steady partner
  • A very attractive and aesthetic partner
  • Having a partner who’s artistic and enjoys making things
  • A relationship partner who enjoys makeup, hair, beauty, perfumes, jewellery clothes
  • A partner who has a love of money and material possessions
  • A Possessive partner
  • Having a partner who can be stubborn and/or lazy
  • Partners favourite date is Netflix and chill…
  • Having a partner who spoils you (buys you things, takes you out for dinner)
  • A hard working and determined partner
  • The relationship partner makes the most money
  • The relationship partner enjoys living on the land, nature and animals
  • Partner is simplistic and repetitive
  • The partner doesn’t like change
  • A partner who enjoys buying and spending
  • The partner can be a bit of a hoarder
  • Having a partner that only wants the best and finest things in life
  • A partner who love giving and getting physical affection
  • A sensual and hedonistic partner
  • Partner can’t keep their hands off you
  • The relationship partner loves food, soft blankets and has ‘their’ seat/spot/side of the bed ect…
  • A partner who can be stingy and holds onto money
  • A partner who provides you a sense of security in the relationship
  • The relationship partner grounds you in the here and now

Gemini (Look for Mercury Sign)

  • A chatty, funny and quick witted partner
  • A partner who does all the talking
  • The relationship partner is glued to their phone or other technology
  • A partner who love to socialise and go out in the town a lot
  • The partner constantly texts, snapchats, calls, even face time you
  • A partner who loves to read and/or write
  • The relationship partner constantly changes their mind and opinion on things
  • An intelligent and bright partner
  • The relationship partner asks a lot of questions about…everything
  • Having many conversations with the partner
  • Can talk to the partner about anything
  • The partner is curious and is always wanting to learn and know about ‘what’s new’
  • An inquisitive partner who will always find out the information they are looking for
  • The partnership feels more brotherly or sisterly
  • Having a partner who’s constantly ‘In the know’
  • A partner who seems to mimic what you do
  • The partner takes on the same trends as you do
  • A youthful (or younger) partner
  • The relationship partner sometimes doesn’t listen because their mind is somewhere else
  • Having a relationship partner with someone you grew up with
  • A partner who’s light hearted and tends to avoid things that are deep and emotional in nature
  • Having a partner who constantly changes their ideas, thoughts and opinions on things
  • A partner who enjoys exploring the neighbourhood
  • A partner who has a strong association with their siblings (or cousins)

Cancer (Look for Moon Sign)

  • A sweet, gentle and caring partner
  • A partner who greatly enjoys physical affection - especially hugs
  • The relationship partner has a soft, feminine nature about them
  • The partner is a bit of a homebody
  • The partner enjoys cooking/home made meals over going out
  • A partner who is family focused/wants to create their own family
  • The relationship partner is strongly associated with the mother figure (for better or for worse)
  • The partner can be moody and irritable
  • The relationship partner can be overly emotional about things
  • A partner who prefers to have their own privacy
  • The partner wants to be cared for and coddled like their mother would
  • The partner likes family tradition
  • An intuitive and receptive partner who seems to know what you’re feeling all the time
  • The partner likes to stay at home while you go out and do work
  • The partner has a soft bodied figure
  • The partners sensitive and their emotions can be unpredictable at times
  • The partner can be needy and clingy at times
  • A partner who acts like a baby when they don’t get their way - “But _____, I waaaant iiiit!”
  • The relationship partner is sentimental about things in the relationship - “Remember when we ___?”
  • The partner is protective and defensive (For you and/or themselves)
  • A partner who loves their home and being comfortable as much as possible

Leo (Look for the Sun)

  • A happy, cheerful and bright eyed partner
  • The partner is dramatic, fun and playful
  • The relationship partner is a bit of a show off (will do/say things to impress you or make you laugh)
  • A flamboyant and eye catching partner
  • Your partner can steal your spotlight
  • The relationship partner is bossy
  • A partner that treats you like a king/queen (and expects the same)
  • A generous and gold hearted partner
  • The partner is fiercely loyal and defensive
  • The partner can have a lot of pride in their relationship with you (and/or you to them)
  • The relationship partner shows you off (e.g. selfies on Facebook, snapchat and instagram with every #love tag they can think of)
  • The partner enjoys romantic dates such as going out to movies and to dinner
  • A partner who makes you feel special
  • The partner can be quite jealous
  • The partner can put themselves first at times
  • The partner will act like a clown just to make you laugh (being a bit of a show off at the same time)
  • The partner will do things to receive your love and praise
  • The partner can blow things out of proportion
  • A partner who can pout and give the silent treatment when mad - or flip a table or two
  • The relationship partner wants to be seen by others with you (look at how cute we are everyone)
  • The relationship partner is creative (either artistically or in the way they think/go about doing things) eg. Cook a recipe in their own creative way
  • A partner who can be extravagant (and depending on your other placements, you may or may not enjoy it!) e.g. Buys you a massive teddy bear on Valentine’s kind of extravagant
  • The partner can be vain at times (e.g. its date night, and they’re in the mirror checking their hair or outfit when its time to go - “Hang on babe, I don’t look amazing just yet”)
  • An attractive, passionate, charismatic and magnetic partner

Virgo (Look for Mercury/Ceres)

  • A modest and quiet partner
  • The partner is perfectionistic and does things in a particular way (because its the right way)
  • The partner is critical and fault finding about practically EVERYTHING
  • A partner who is very helpful and loves to use their skills to assist you in anyway they can
  • The partner acts like a bit of a servant for you at times
  • The partner enjoys cleanliness and organisation
  • A partner who gets mad when you move or rearrange their stuff
  • The partner is a workaholic and can at times be too focused on doing their job
  • The partner is a skilled labourer and craftsman (can be one of the top people in their field)
  • A partner who is efficient in the things they do
  • The partner is very picky and choosy about particular things - “You want to go to X for dinner?…what’s on the menu?…where else can we go instead?”
  • The partner likes keeping journals, records and sticky notes
  • A partner who can be quite particular about their appearance
  • A partner who is very health conscious (Fitness powders and supplements galore)
  • The partner enjoys healthy/clean eating and exercise
  • The partner loves pets and small animals
  • A partner who has a particular morning and/or night routine
  • The partner can be critical of the way you do things (usually its because its not the way THEY would do it)
  • A partner who does things exactly by the book
  • The partner prefers to do the chores (To be helpful…and because they want it done a particular way)
  • The partner doesn’t like to get dirty and dislikes anything they define as ‘gross’ (bugs/toilets/feet)

Libra (Look for Venus/Juno)

  • A partner who is fair and desires equality in the relationship
  • The relationship partner is considerate of your ideas, what you want and your opinions
  • The partner’s favourite phrases with you are “If you want/What do you want to do/If you’re happy, I’m happy”
  • A pleasing and charming partner
  • The partner can’t seem to make decisions for themselves
  • A relationship partner who loves beauty, fashion, makeup and is quite attractive
  • The partner is a diplomatic and tactful towards you
  • The relationship is very sociable and enjoys making conversation
  • The partner can be very agreeable (sometimes too agreeable)
  • A partner who will defend you and take your side or try to make you come to their side of the argument
  • A partner who can avoid issues in the relationship just to keep it happy and harmonious
  • The partner dislikes coarseness and rude behaviour
  • The partner can avoid problems and issues
  • A musical, artistic and/or aesthetically inclined partner
  • A partner who tends to not defend themselves
  • The partner can talk their way into getting you to see things from their perspective
  • The partner can give up things they like and take on things you like
  • The partner mirrors you
  • A partner who avoids confrontation and disagreements at all costs
  • The partner is passive aggressive
  • The partner says they’ll do something, then decide not to (inconsistent)
  • The partner is a traditional romantic
  • A relationship partner who would rather avoid diving deep into emotional issues just to keep the peace
  • A partner who is a champion at arguing and making a point

Scorpio (Look for Pluto)

  • A deeply sexual and magnetic partner
  • The partner is greatly aware of everything you try to hide from them
  • The partner sees through you like glass
  • You feel completely merged and at one with your partner
  • Your relationship partner is deeply raw and authentic
  • A relationship partner who is attracted to the darker the darker, more taboo aspects of life
  • A relationship partner who feels, thinks and does things in an intense or an extreme way (eg. Workouts for a solid 2 hours)
  • Having a love/hate and extreme highs and lows with the relationship partner
  • The partner is obsessive and possessive of you (and/or you to them)
  • The partner is easily jealous
  • The partner can be intimidating
  • A relationship partner that provokes emotional extremes in you
  • A partner who has great healing and transformative abilities
  • The partner takes an all or nothing approach to the relationship
  • Feeling possessed by the partner
  • The partner is into the occult, shamanism, reiki, tarot and mediumship
  • The partner can be a bit controlling
  • A partner who can make you feel secure but can take it away just as easily
  • Being completely energetically connected to the partner
  • Sharing everything you have with the partner
  • The relationship feels like a birth, death and re-birth cycle
  • The partner heals you
  • You change who you were/are during and after being with the relationship partner
  • The partner is secretive and may not reveal much about themselves

Sagittarius (Look for Jupiter)

  • An optimistic, happy-go-lucky, and humorous partner
  • A religious or spiritual relationship partner
  • A partner who loves travel/is from overseas
  • The relationship partner is philosophical and open-minded
  • The partner is jovial, light hearted and playful
  • A relationship partner who likes to live on the wild side
  • A partner who enjoys freedom of doing what they want, when they want
  • The relationship partner doesn’t want to be tied down
  • A partner who is hard to pin down
  • The relationship partner enjoys big conversations about life and the universe
  • The partner is sport and athletic
  • You become a nomad with your partner
  • Travelling a lot with your partner/Travelling to meet the partner/meeting the partner through travel
  • A partner who has a hard time committing due to wanting to be free and go and come when they please
  • The relationship partner loves the great out doors
  • A partner who loves big animals (horses for example)
  • Doing wild and adventurous things with your partner (e.g skinny dipping under a full moon)
  • Camping and living a gyspy life with your partner
  • The partner is a bit of a hippy
  • The partner can be self-righteous and opinionated
  • A partner who avoids deeper emotional issues in the relationship
  • A partner who has a hard time being deeply emotionally intimate
  • Expanding your life experience with your partner
  • The partner helps you explore different cultures and has adventures experiences with you (e.g. bungee jumping in New Zealand)
  • A partner who acts as a teacher or guru

Capricorn (Look for Saturn)  

  • A responsible and mature relationship partner
  • The relationship partner may be older than you
  • A partner who tends to claim the authority in the relationship
  • An ambitious, driven and a career forced partner
  • A partner who desires to achieve their goals
  • The partner is practical and grounded in ‘reality’
  • The partner is hardworking and can be a workaholic
  • The partner pushes you towards your own ambitions and becomes the driving force to help you achieve your goals
  • The relationship partner brings structure to your life in the relationship
  • A partner who doesn’t stop working and has a hard time relaxing
  • The relationship partner doesn’t quit until they achieve the
  • The partner has a sense of seriousness about them
  • A relationship partner who is conservative and traditional
  • A partner who can be a bit stingy with money
  • The relationship partner affects your public status (for better or for worse)
  • The partner is dutiful and loyal
  • A partner who can be controlling and a bit demanding
  • A partner who has a hard time showing their emotional side
  • The partner sees the relationship as ‘business’
  • The partner doesn’t deal well with emotional turmoil
  • The partner has a strong connection to their father figure (for better or for worse)
  • A partner who can push you to the top
  • The partner likes to be dominant in relationships (or you)
  • Meeting the partner through career, family meeting or a business meeting

Aquarius (look for Uranus)

  • An eccentric, out of the box and unusual partner
  • “They’re weird but I like them that way”
  • A partner who’s into all things ‘space’ (Astrology, astronomy, aliens 👽)
  • A partner who is a humanitarian and has dreams to re-invent the world (or at least in government or politics)
  • A partner who is helpful and caring towards their friends and strangers
  • A partner who does charitable services to help others
  • The relationship partner has a odd quirk about them
  • The relationship partner is highly intelligent to the point of genius
  • A partner who has a weird and unique way of thinking and seeing the world around them
  • Experimentation in the relationship
  • The relationship isn’t a ‘traditional’ relationship (eg. Only seeing each other so often to something like polygamy)
  • A partner who can be more focused on their friends then the relationship
  • The partner has a fear of intimacy/doesn’t want to be held down
  • The partner is into nerd culture (GOT/Walking Dead/Star Trek/StarWars. Ect…)
  • A partner doesn’t see themselves as being ‘special’ but ‘just like everyone else’
  • Having an open relationship
  • There is a distinct need for ones own personal freedom in the relationship
  • Going through ups and downs/ on again, off again relationships
  • The partner can be emotionally distant and aloof
  • The partner rebells if you impose rules on them in the relationship
  • Same sex relationships
  • A relationship partner thats more like a best friend than a romantic partner
  • Breaking all the rules when it comes to relationships

Pisces ( Look for Neptune)

  • A sensitive, gentle and compassionate relationship partner
  • The partner is dreamy and somewhat ethereal in their nature
  • The relationship partner is spiritual and ‘new age’ inclined
  • A partner who cares about all life
  • The partner is psychic, empathic and a mystic
  • The partner acts as your knight in shinning armour (saviour)
  • The partner can act like a victim or martyr (most likely because of their own demise)…and you have to be their saviour
  • A partner who needs taking care of
  • The partner is unconditionally loving and caring
  • The relationship wants to merge themselves with you, body, mind and spirit
  • The partner is attached to your hip
  • The partner is overly romantic (though may not always act on their relationship fantasies)
  • A partner who has addictive tendencies (not just drugs and alcohol, but to anything in general - food, movies, video games, psychic readings ect)
  • The partner can have a bad habit of isolating themselves
  • The partner is artistic and imaginative
  • A relationship partner that can lie to get themselves out of trouble (and they’re often convincing)
  • A partner who can be overly sensitive and emotional
  • A partner who has a lot of dreams but doesn’t seem to act them out (without your assistance at taking care of the details)
  • The partner isn’t overly interested in sex and finds satisfaction in just being near you
  • A partner who can be clumsy because their head is always in the clouds (and you ground them)
  • A partner who loves fantasy
  • Non binary sexual relationships
  • A partner who loves film and photography
  • The partner can be impractical and somewhat gullible
  • The partner is sympathetic and forgiving  
  • A partner who has no sexual preference (and/or you)

“If Only The Sky Would Disappear” by Cameron Gray

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Requested: A fan in the m&g was too close with shawn and you see it and get jealous

A/n: This isn’t exactly what you requested, but reading your request gave me this idea, and it kind of just wrote itself. I’m really happy with the way this imagine turned out, so I hope you enjoy! 

Originally posted by lachicadeloslibros-y-lasboybands

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Shawn is doing his meet and greet, and you’re standing at the back of the room watching girl after girl come in and swoon over your boyfriend. You can’t take the feelings of jealousy that are rising within you, so you leave the room, heading to his dressing room to wait for him instead. You try not to think about all the girls who are pushing themselves on him as you’re sitting there waiting, but its better than having to watch it all in person.

About twenty minutes later, Shawn storms into the dressing room. You were looking down at your phone when you heard the dressing room door open and slam shut. Shawn is in front of you before you even register anything, and as soon as you look up, he’s leaning down and kissing you. You don’t mind. In fact you welcome it after seeing all the girls with him, but you’re still confused. When he finally backs up, he’s breathing hard, and he looks angry. 

“What happened?” You ask at the same time that Andrew enters the room.

Before Shawn answers, you hear Andrew say, “Shawn you have to finish the meet and greet.”

Shawn is still staring right at you, he runs his fingers through his hair, and you look between Shawn and Andrew, so confused. “What happened?” You ask again.

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