i think that's the important things sigh

  • fanfic writer: *writing* Oh wow, they are going to love this. This is by far my best work!
  • fic: *witty lines* *perfect love making* *fluffy enough to kill us all* *a dash of angst, a smidgen of hurt/comfort*
  • fanfic writer: Oh man. This is it. This will be my legacy! *sweats into fic* *bleeds into fic* *cries into fic* *spends days perfecting the grammar and verbage and sex scenes* *has 15 betas look over it*
  • fanfic writer: Okay. It is finally time to release my baby on the world. Here you go fandom. You're welcome.
  • fandom: Ha, cute. *like* *kudos*
  • fanfic writer: :/
  • * * *
  • same fanfic writer: *writing* Whatever. This is shit, I don't even care right now. A singing squirrel? Sure, let's do it. Haha, cheesy lines that make no sense, sure. Grammatical errors out the wazoo? Why not. No one's going to read this piece of crap anyway, I literally wrote it on a scrap of 1 ply toilet paper with a broken yellow crayon.
  • fanfic writer: LOL *post*
  • fanfic writer: *sigh*
  • Ghira: I'm sorry, can you repeat that, Blake?
  • Blake: I'm going to be traveling with Yang.
  • Kali: But for how long?
  • Blake: As long as we want and have hunts to go on.
  • Ghira: But what about a house? Where will you two stay when you don't have any mission?
  • Blake: Well. You see that's the thing...
  • Kali: *Eyed her daughter before gasping* YOU TWO ALREADY HAVE A HOUSE TOGETHER!?
  • Ghira: What? Don't be ridiculous Kali. Of course they don't have a house of their own. I doubt either of them could even afford one.
  • Blake: ...
  • Ghira: Right, Blake?
  • Blake: ... Uh...
  • Ghira: Oh good lord you have bought a house with her.
  • Kali: Where is your house? Is it close by? Well we need to take an airship or will a boat do the trick?
  • Ghira: Kali. I think the more important question is HOW did you and your girlfriend buy a HOUSE!?
  • Blake: That's the thing. We kinda... built it with the rest of our team.
  • Ghira: Built it? How on earth did you afford to do that!?
  • Kali: But more importantly WHERE IS IT?
  • Blake: Sigh, Follow me. *Blake told her parents as she got up and headed outside, Leaving Ghira and Kali confused before following. Once outside, Kali and Ghira dropped as Blake turned around and pointed to a larger airship hovering in the sky.* That is our house.
  • Ghira: My word. It's as big as our house.
  • Kali: That will make it easier for holiday visits.
  • Yang: *Yang then pops her head out a window and called out with a smile.* Hey Mr. and Mrs. B! What do you think!?
  • Ghira: That still doesn't answer how you afforded this. Let alone built it.
  • ~Five mouths earlier~
  • Yang: Hey Kai? What's with this busted ships?
  • Kai: Hmm? Oh. Just scrap I pull from the ocean or left overs from assholes that tried to kill me.
  • Ruby: Uh-huh... What do you do with it?
  • Kai: Make random shit or fix them up. If you want one to fix up so you can have a mobile team rwby base, Be my guess.
  • Yang/Ruby: ... BLAKE/WEISS! WE GOT US A BASE!
  • Blake/Weiss: Excuse me, wha?
#8 Auston Matthews

Hi!! I love your writing!! Can you do an Auston imagine where you guys are babysitting a teammate’s kid and he kinda drops hints about how he wants kids?

I sorta changed it a little bit

I babysit this gorgeous little kid called owen and I love him so much he is the purest being on this planet. 

Song suggestion of the day: Boo by shortstraw

Song i was thinking about when writing this: Whatta man by Salt-n-pepa esp the line: ‘I think i wanna have your baby’ lmao 

Originally posted by mttymrts

If you were being honest, the best part about getting to know the wags of some of the older guys on the leafs roster was the fact that you’d get to babysit their kids. You and Auston had been together for almost five years, which simultaneously felt like forever as well as no time at all. When you’d first gotten together, you guys went out a lot more but now you weren’t so interested in the bar/party/club scene and more interested in hanging out at home with each other and doing weird adult things you never thought you’d want to do (okay, you’d gone to one winery for a wedding but still). Obviously, seeing as you guys didn’t have kids and weren’t sleeping off big nights out, you found you had a lot more free time than Auston’s teammates. Given that, you guys were happy to give families like the Bozaks a break and babysit for them. Kanon was nearing eight and the biggest ball of energy you had ever seen. So at first, when it came to babysitters, Zach had ALWAYS been favoured above you. You get it, the guy writes children’s books and he’s like the nicest dude ever. Heck, if you had kids, you’d definitely want him looking after them. Then slowly but surely, Zach was high in demand and you guys got a shot at kid-watching duty. Look at you now, regulars!

To be honest, you didn’t blame most of the parents for wanting to get out every once in a while. Kids are full on. But totally worth it. You could not wait for the day you got to welcome your own baby into the world. You knew Auston loved kids, but if he wanted them.. well you assumed he wanted them eventually. With you? hopefully. In the next few years? yeah, no. Which was sad but you totally got that he wanted to figure himself out first. He’d been in the NHL for seven years and hockey was a big deal for him. You didn’t really know if he’d even thought that much about having kids.

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forfitzsimmons  asked:

So, I was talking with my friend about writing stories with people of color and I tried to explain why I usually don't write them. Her argument is that it's our responsibility to give different people important roles in books so they can be represented. I think that's nice, but I usually make it a point that the skin color of the character doesn't matter by describing it vaguely because I know they have a different culture and they obviously think differently than I know. Is that wrong?

Sigh. Okay, the short version:

We agree with your friend and are huge supporters of the We Need Diverse Books campaign. Regardless of your background or race, it is not difficult to very clearly make racially diverse characters. We have gone over time and time again why this is important.

I have no idea what it is up with this ‘think differently’ thing. Having different cultural backgrounds does not make people of color aliens from another world. It is not difficult to put effort into researching how making a character a person of color would change their outlook or life. There are blogs that exist to help people do just that. As a writer, research is part of your job. Why would you not represent people in your stories when representation is such a positive and important thing?

The more you limit your work, the more you limit yourself and your writing. I have never understood people who think they can’t include any character of color in their works because 'it’s too hard.’ Why are you limiting yourself? Is it truly that hard to take some secondary characters, keep them exactly the same, and make it clear that they are a person of color? It’s not. I promise you it is not.

Nobody is telling you what to write, but we very well can be irritated when it seems like you won’t even try. Don’t limit yourself out of fear of fucking it up. Being inclusive in your writing is the same as anything else you do with your writing. Try hard, get feedback, fix things that need to be fix, and keep trying.

Calum’s POV- “I miss her”

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Calum’s Point Of View.

I look around the strangers house. It was the third time i’d been doing this since Y/N left me. I loved her with every inch of me and I betrayed her out of stupidity. I was the worst man in the world. The girl I was gonna fuck was getting “prepped up” as she said. Of course I wasn’t gonna love this girl with every inch of my being like I did Y/N. When I was with her, we didn’t just have sex, ti was almost as if we becoming one. Every time was better than the last and we would wake up talking about it in the morning. With this girl, I was gonna go harsh, take all my anger out.

I was a fool. I should’ve apologized and begged on my knees for her forgiveness. If I wasn’t suck an idiot I would be cuddling her perfect body, keeping her warm and telling her than things were gonna get better. But instead, out of a drunken request, I was at some girl’s house, probably about to fuck her brains out, then leave, making me feel like even more of an idiot. I took out my phone. I looked through all of our pictures. Most of them were from her stealing my phone and taking pictures of her holding up slips of paper that say “Good luck today baby”…and there would always be a little sticky note on the front saying to check my gallery each and every day. I looked through our other pictures. I found one of us in the shower. She had her head on my chest and she smiled shyly at the camera. We had just taken that after our “saving water” fun time. Another was was in our bed, I had taken a picture of her with her laptop as she laughed at something she was watching. Y/N’s laugh…the laugh that broke my heart and bought smiles to faces of everyone she met. I exited out the gallery and looked at my wall paper. My favorite picture. I was kissing her temple as she giggled a little. That was when we first started dating. We were all about cutesy things back then, matching cat ear headbands and matching jackets, I even bought matching boxers for us, which she always wore to sleep. 

I started tearing up at memories. Who ever thought I would cry over a girl. Well, one as perfect as Y/N. 

I looked up when the slut of the night walked out of the bathroom.

“I told my roommate to stay in her room by the way.” She told me. I was surprised. She actually sounded intelligent. 

“You have a roommate?” I asked. I remember Y/N talking about having a roommate before we moved in together. 

“Yeah, but she isn’t feeling the best. She came to me last week crying her eyes out…poor girl” She said, frowning a bit.

“You and her must be close” I commented, watching her bring her hair over to the side. 

“Yeah, we are. But she should be leaving soon anyways. She’s going over to her ex’s house or something to pick up some stuff”. 

I was hoping it wasn’t true, but I had to ask.

“….Whats her name?” I asked as she got on her knees in front of me.

“You ask a lot of questions. Her name is Y/N Y/L/N” 

I froze. I was about to fuck my sunshine’s slutty roommate…and yet my brain told me to keep going. The pain I felt in my chest was numbed by alcohol, and a lot of it. 

She unbuttoned and pulled down the zipper to my jeans. She wasn’t even making me that hard. 

“Oh look at that” she faked wonder.

“Shut up and suck it” I demanded. I just wanted to get this over with. If anything came out of this, it would be for pleasure, thats not even the fucking right word. 

Pleasure was what me and Y/N had, it wasn’t just sex wise. It was everything, the snuggling up together, the feverish kissing, the way we would alway send up dreaming about each other and the stargazing. Every night we would spend an hour under the stars. Every.Single.Night.

“Demanding, I like it” She instantly had her mouth basically swallowing my cock. 

Oh gosh this is not what I was hoping for. Was this girl giving me head, or trying to swallowing me whole. If I ended up cumming, it would be out of pity.

Two hours of painfully dull sex and worthless smalltalk later, I laid in her bed hating myself.

With Y/N, after sex she was make a dumb joke, which would lead to deep conversation about anything. 

“That was awesome” she said, wiping my pity cum off of her.

“Im gonna go take a shower” she said, getting up and going to the bathroom. I instantly got on my phone again. All I could think about was how disgusting of a man I was. I’d never thought I would have to pity myself for having to fuck some broad to get over Y/N….

“ Calum stop!!” Y/N laughed as I pinned her to the bed. 

“Never!!” I yelled, laughing. I had her in my grip, no way I was letting her go. 

“I’m gonna pee!!!” she shouted. Thats when I let go. 

“Fine, you win babe” I sighed, smiling at her immaturity. She shot up and ran to the bathroom, hopping in the  process.

I am such an idiot, I lost one of the the most important things in my life, all do to stupidity.

I’m not Calum Hood the bass player, I’m Calum hood the fucking idiot.