i usually ignore these things but

withmyteeth  asked:

“Please tell me you brought a weapon with you.” Your choice!

Hey there! Sorry for taking so long.^^ But I’m slowly making my way back into productivity and yeah. I hope you like it! 

Shadows had never been Stiles’ favourite thing. They held too many secrets and hid the nastier sides of life from the people wandering the streets. Though the last part worked in his favour more often than not given that the ‘nastier side’ usually meant ‘supernatural and deadly’.

Sometimes ignorance truly was bliss, Stiles thought. He carefully made his way along the side of the building, hidden in the very shadows that he dreaded so much. Yet, he learned to make do with unfortunate situations ever since Scott had been bitten and they needed to keep it secret from Stiles’ father.

Four years and numerous territory fights later, Beacon Hills had developed into a safe haven for supernatural creatures. Especially because the Sheriff’s Department backed the pack as well. After Stiles had been kidnapped and used as bait for the fifth time in a row, Derek had taken the Sheriff aside and told him everything. It took him the better part of a month to fully accept that there was more to his home town than he had known.

The quiet ‘snick-snick‘ of a lighter pulled Stiles from his small trip down memory lane. He ducked back against the wall and stopped breathing. His heart hammered against his ribs in a familiar staccato of excitement and fear. Scott once told him that he couldn’t never tell which emotion was the stronger one. His scent always swayed from one to the other, never settling on one.

Stiles swallowed against the lump in his throat. The grip around his gun tightened until his joints ached and he needed to relax them again. Tension was good but too much would throw his aim off, if he needed to shoot at all. He hoped that he didn’t have to. There had been enough bloodshed over the last few days.

“Stiles? Is that you?” It took all of his control to remain unmoving but Stiles managed it even if his pulse started to race. Derek’s voice was raspy and hoarse, as if he had been screaming for hours. Knowing what he did, Stiles was reasonably sure that he had.

“Stiles?” Derek rasped again. If he didn’t know it any better, Stiles would have said that his Sourwolf sounded hopeful and a little relieved.

“I’m here, Der,” he answered after something like a whine reached his ears. The noise tugged on his heartstrings. “Where exactly are you? Are you hurt?” It was a stupid question and Stiles winced even as he asked it. Derek rarely got out of a fight without a scratch on him, although most of the time he got hurt protecting Stiles from their monster of the day.

“I’m fine, just tired and a bit sore.” Right, Stiles shook his head and slowly inched his way towards the edge of the wall and the shadow. The room before him seemed to be empty yet he didn’t trust the peace.

“I’ll believe that when I see it,” he huffed. His gaze roamed across the boxes and crates which created something of a maze. He hated mazes. “Alright Derek, I’m going to get you. Are you in a cage? Bound? Leashed? Talk to me.”

Two quick steps and Stiles vanished into the next shadow. He kept his gun drawn because there was no telling what or who hid in the shadows with him. Another thing that sent a shiver down Stiles’ spine was the fact that he could hear Derek so clearly while he wasn’t able to see him. There was definitely something odd about the whole situation.

“I’m in some kind of cage,” Derek coughed. “It’s not fully closed, though. There is no top.”

“No top? Can’t you jump out of it? Or well, couldn’t you jump?” Stiles ducked around a corner and hid in another shadowed corner. Derek’s voice got a little louder. Or at least he thought that it did.

“I tried but there seems to be some kind of force field covering the cage,” Derek said.

“Do you think it’s magical?” Stiles growled quietly when he turned a corner and was faced with a dead end.

“No, it doesn’t feel magical. Maybe it’s some kind of technology. I remember them talking about test runs and different programs.” That sounded ominous and not just a little worrying. Magic he could easily dispel these days but technology needed a different set of skills.

A loud crash sent Stiles running back the way he’d come from. He turned a different corner and dove into the small gap beneath a larger crate. The other side of the small tunnel looked just the same as the one he’d just left.

“Stiles?” This time he didn’t have to imagine it. Derek’s voice held the kind of quiet panic that sent Stiles’ heart racing once again. “Please tell me you brought a weapon with you.”

DARK, THRILLING, AND/OR CRIMINAL SENTENCE STARTERS.

anonymous asked:

I know this is really really random but yknow when people take pictures of Halloween decorations in stores, how do they do it without feeling embarrassed of people looking at them 😂😫

I usually have my headphones in so I can ignore the world around me, you could just step back and act like you’re not taking a photo, or snap it as you’re walking - but tbh snapchat is a massive thing now and most people just just assume you’re snapchatting. There isn’t anything to be embarrassed about, taking photos of things you like is great, and I love seeing people do it! No one is judging you, they’re all just shopping like you and they’ve almost definitely taken photos of stuff in shops! x

bnha characters as wolf pupy tweets

midoriya izuku: tired of people always telling me to go to the hospital and that i’ve lost a lot of blood, its my severe head injury not yours stay out of it

uraraka ochako: one of these days i will float up off into damn space and no one can stop me, not even gravity or nasa

iida tenya: sometimes the people that hurt us the most are the ones swinging big knives around while screaming and trying to cut us

todoroki shouto: tired of trying to figure out how to solve problems? try simply ignoring them forever instead

bakugou katsuki: i’ve noticed with my stuff people either hate it or they don’t like it, no middle ground

kirishima eijirou: life has never gone well for me but thats all about to change now that i have an idea for a new type of hair style

kaminari denki: whenever i say “all things considered” i have only considered 3 things at most, usually less

jirou kyouka: i just wanna take this opportunity to throw all the homework i was suppose to do into the river. thanks to those who support this decision

yaoyorozu momo: i’m not going to claim that i know everything, i am simply going to act like it

asui tsuyu: a frog with hair on

tokoyami fumikage: yes i may have confused a bird bath for a holy water font and baptised your child with bird water but perhaps the lord chose this bird child

aizawa shouto: if something involves effort it’s not going to involve me

Bts ignoring you and you calling them “Daddy” to get their attention

A/N: Second day of everyday doing reactions with Li. I had a very stressful day, but I’m happy I managed to finish this. All reactions are requested. <3 Li


Jin 

As per usual Jin was too absorbed in thinking about the other members and their health in the form of a nice menu or a place to eat that won’t damage his boys health. That made him forget about you. It was uncommon for him so it made you feel strange-less appreciated. But there was something that always got his attention “Daddy…” the word slipped of your tongue so easily. Jin eyes widen at the beginning and you thought that he’ll react unusual but he didn’t. He just put back his calm face and opened his legs so you could sit on his lap. “Did daddy neglect his princess?”

Yoongi 

When Yoongi was working usually meant he waas working so he ignored everything around him. You too. And that was literally the only thing you didn’t like about Yoongi. But he had his weak points,one of which was “Daddy…baby girly is bored.” Yoongi would turn around an evil smile covering his face “Is she now? How sad I have work so she’ll have to find something to do for an hour and after that Daddy is hers. But until then,baby should behave.”

Namjoon 

Namjoon was from those people that were getting so absorbed in a book they forget everything around them. It was around 7 o'clock in the night when you understood that if you let him he’ll read all night long. So that called for a good distraction. And the only better thing to do with your free time is…“Daddy?” Namjoon didn’t even move his eyes from the book but his lips did. “What baby?” drastic times, drastic measures “I need you.” this time Namjoon did move his eyes hidden behind Harry Potter like golden glasses. A serious expression has taken his usually soft features. “Very good then. On the couch Y/N. Next to me. Good girl. Now open your legs. Good. Now leave it to me.” his hand made contact with my hot thigh and his eyes with the book.

*I know it’s a picture, but look at him*

Hoseok

Hoseoks attention was always on you when he was with you, so you didn’t understand why now, in your shared bed, cuddling,it was obvious his mind was somewhere else. And obvious the comeback choreography. You loved that he had so many roles in the group and the others called him the base. But you felt the pressure starts to gets the best of him"Daddy?“ Hoseok attention returned to you so fast. "Daddy is sorry baby. I’ve got a lot on my mind lately. I’m sorry. Daddy is in special need of cuddles and a little something else because this nightgown will be the death of me.”

Jimin

Jimins love and pation beside you was dancing. So it came natural to you that sometimes he would dance all night long, but you haven’t seen him in three days and when you finally saw each other he excused himself and asked you if he could practice while you were talking. That made you bratty af. “Daddy!” Jimin stopped moving, turned around slowly, licked eyes with you and you noticed their color changing from the warm hazelnut color to dark moca brown. “Are you being bratty Y/N? True, I haven’t seen you in few days and it’s true that it’s my fault, but I won’t tolerate that bratty tone. Have you forgotten your manners baby? I think we’ll have a learning session tonight." 

Taehyung 

Tae and shopping. Shopping and Tae. Galleries and Tae. Tae and galleries. Tae being aesthetic little piece of ignorant shit. Why did he choose a bratty princess like you? "Daddy…Y/N wants to go home.” you said pounting your face at him. “Y/N will wait half an hour.” said Tae with look of warning. It was way more thab half an hour and you knew that. Lately with all the tours, songs and varieties you were barely been able to see him and him not paying attention to you made you salty “Daddy!” Tae hand wrapped around your waist bringing you to his chest.“Be careful Y/N. My patience is wearing thin and knowing that I haven’t touched you in a while makes me go crazy. So behave little girl.”

*masculine Tae, with meat on his bones is a religion, get used to this gif*

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Jungkook

Jungkook training was the hottest thing on Earth. His hair was slicked back and little drops of sweat were painting his face. His shirt was nowhere to be seen and his expression was one of total concentration. But in reality his home fitness was taking away him from you. And that, no matter how much you liked sucking flowers on those muscles,was a problem. So one day it all became too much. “Daddy.” it slipped without you even realising it. Jungkook stopped in the middle of the push up, amazing you one more time. “Come here Y/N.” You walked to him and the difference was funny, but it was because of him laying on the floor. And in the next second he wasn’t. He was right in front of you. “Say it again.” his expression was wild and holding in the promises of all those times you couldn’t be together.


Reaction Masterlist

What Your Most Commonly Equipped Junkrat Skin Says About You:

Classic: Thirsty Junkrat fucker (alternately: recently changed back to classic after the Junkertown short)

Palette Swaps: Not enough credits for a good skin, but wants to make sure everyone on both teams know that they’re not a complete noob

Jailbird: Ships Junkrat with D.Va because of her police skin; has a thing for bad boys

Toasted: Hates all of Junkrat’s non-event legendaries and will always 1v1 the enemy Junkrat to prove they are the alpha Junkrat

Firework: Has Junkrat’s golden frag launcher

Hayseed: Likes the plaid + overalls look; probably a lesbian

Scarecrow: Got the skin in a lootbox

Fool: Likes the Jester skin, but doesn’t want to see Junkrat without blonde hair

Jester: Either spams bombs from high-ground and has no gamesense whatsoever, or is a grandmaster player with godlike reflexes and awareness. There is no in-between.

Junkenstein: God-tier

Cricket: Got sick of waiting for the Halloween event to get the Junkenstein skin

Constant Switching: Undecisive, because they love Junkrat a lot, no matter what he looks like

anonymous asked:

Hello!! This may be a weird question but I too am heavily interested in birds but unlike you, I cannot draw them as well. :,^( If it's not too much work (if it is just ignore this, i don't mind), do you know of any good references or sources to learn more about birds from facts to anatomy? I know this is a pretty wide range so again, I totally understand if you can't! I just thought it was worth an ask. Thank you so much!!

i don’t really have any specific reference places but here’s some things i do. 

 drawing birds is arguably one of the hardest animals because of their feathers. unlike fat and fur that folds to the body in a way that’s usually readable to whats underneath, feathers sort of create a ‘bubble’ around the body which makes a lot of body parts indistinguishable to where one ends and another begins. so its important to always think in terms of skeletal anatomy:

birds are dinosaurs and therefore reptiles. looking at birds this way, it’s a lot easier to see their evolution.

with that in mind, say we wanna draw this dude. owls are pretty tough because their outward appearances are so deceiving.

we’ve got a neutral pose, feathers are generously surrounding most of the body so its no sweat, we don’t really know whats going on. but we can hide it. but now we want to make him move and look cool. without really knowing whats going on we might get stuck on something like this:

its always kind of stiff and frustratingly unrealistic. mostly this is because we just don’t have enough knowledge of the skeletal structure to work with. eyeballing anatomy on our first drawing might get something like the left, more than anything people aren’t generous enough with leginess of birds:

 owls do indeed have regular proportioned necks with the rest of their bodies. and their skulls are like that of any other stereotypical raptor under their mask of feathers (minus their freaky eye sockets and ears)) they can open their mouths wide just like a hawk or eagle can. it’s important to remember that birds with large wingspans do not magically lose their length when hidden. they are just conveniently folded in against their bodies.

knowing this we can try again. suddenly things seem to click in place more and have a believable-ness to them.

the rule of thumb for most birds is they have less body mass and more leg/neck than one thinks. they are lanky dinosaurs.

when we are looking at this:

we are seeing this:

with that rule, drawing birds becomes a lot less confusing. with practice you might just eyeball their feathered appearances but if not, going back to skeletal/muscle structure gives the base you need to draw convincing birds.

when it comes to specific body parts, the most challenging part for me personally have always been feet. birds with super twiggy feet are easier because one line per toe is easy to get away with. but when you get to birds with meatier feet, especially raptors, it gets difficult. my way of getting around this is to think of the actual ‘feet’ last. drawing each separate toe first gets confusing because you just find yourself trying to get them to each fit evenly together at the base of the foot. one always seems kind of skinnier or fatter than the others in my experiences, and by the time you correct it the gesture gets muddled and lost.

so i just skip that part until later, i draw talon first.

perhaps this is very unorthodox, but just like artists might square in the hands first on a human before working out the arms, i square in the talons to know where i want them before worrying how they go on exactly.

that way we have a clear gesture captured, and in my experience it is much more readable.

thats’ really all i can think of now in terms of my techniques, i hope this helps :V

You all should really follow politics more.

To preface, I live in Covington, LA which is in the deep south just north of New Orleans, and is mostly white.

My family is a rather neutral one when it comes to anything political in that despite different views, we’re generally very accepting of one another and others and don’t care to make a scene or talk about politics at family gatherings. Theeeeen comes my grandfather on my mom’s side who is an extreme definition of a stereotypical white southerner. He’s INCREDIBLY racist, highly religious, disgusted by anyone who’s even remotely not straight, and will use any opportunity he can to start going on political tirades, make incredibly uncomfortable racist jokes, and share political “news” that’s clearly biased. His bouts are rather frustrating for everyone to deal with because if you’re not in FULL agreement with him, he’ll start going off on you instead claiming how “uneducated” and “ignorant” you are. The best thing to do is just ignore him and change subjects as swiftly as possible, usually resulting in him gaining a rather sour mood and for lack of a better word, pouting, and saying “You all should really follow politics more…”

A few weeks after a Christmas family gathering where he once again tried his political spiel, I was asked by him to dogsit his poodle for him while he went out of town with his wife on vacation. I was still on winter break from school and I would be getting paid so I didn’t mind. In addition to dogsitting, he also asked me (more like demanded) to get his laptop working again. (Nothing was wrong with it, he’s just rather ignorant when it comes to technology and had dimmed the display significantly and thought it was broken as a result.) So day 1 of the dogsitting job comes, and about an hour into it I decide to fix the laptop. I resolve the “problem” in about 5 seconds, when I notice an email notification pop up on the screen from a “political newsletter.” I click the notification which launches a page leading to his emails. Lo and behold, I’m greeted with a FLOOD of emailed newsletters from a whole slew of different websites that all share his incredibly biased and racist views, and a petty idea starts forming.

I took great pleasure in unsubscribing from each and every one of those newsletters and blocking them all, knowing that my grandpa would be none the wiser and would just assume they hadn’t updated. I closed out of the laptop and got back to playing with the dog, smiling like an idiot all the while as I thought what his reaction would be or if he’d even notice at all. The next family gathering during Easter he was unusually quiet and the only political stuff he spoke of was stuff pretty much everyone had seen on T.V. Some peace and quiet is pretty nice for a change~

Headcanon where Tony loses his voice after a fight against Loki. He keeps it as a secret at first because he doesn’t want to see another doctor or even worse get the teams pity.

But… nobody even notices that he can’t talk. No they seem happy that they don’t have to listen to his usual chatter. They seem relieved when he doesn’t tell jokes anymore.

And when Tony gets his voice back, he stays mute. It’s better for everybody anyway.

( @reioka, @ifdragonscouldtalk, @thealextheshipper, @tisfan, @ao-no-utsukushisa, @bloody-bee-tea)

Bts’ Reaction to Your First Fight

Jungkook

• would probably say things to hurt you out of anger during the fight
• but would immediately regret everything he said afterwards
• this little muffin wouldn’t know what to do when you start to walk out the door
• “Please y/n, you have to believe me when I say that I’m sorry… I-I love you…”

Jimin

• gets scary when he’s angry
• he gets a little bit violent
• but when he sees that you’re afraid of him, it breaks his heart.
• because he could never hurt you
• he would beg you to forgive him, as he’s brought to tears
• “I’m so sorry y/n, please don’t leave… you’re all I have”

Taehyung

• would probably take his stress out on you and ignore your attempts to talk things out
• “If you hate me so much why don’t you just fucking leave.”
• but when you actually leave he breaks down
• he’d attempt to call and text you but you’d ignore it
• “Please answer the phone, y/n, I want to know that you’re safe. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean what I said. I love you.”

Jin

• would try really hard to talk things out afterwards
• would mentally break down knowing he lost you, his everything
• would possibly punch a wall
• he’d call you a thousand times, trying to make things right
• “I’m so sorry baby, please come home. You’re my world; if I lose you, I lose everything.”

Namjoon

• doesn’t usually get angry or start fights
• but when he does it’s scary
• he points out your biggest insecurity- and when he sees you start crying he regrets everything
• “I-I’m sorry y/n, are you alright?”
• he’d pull you in for a long hug
• “I didn’t mean it baby, I was just angry. I’ll never hurt you again, I love you”

Hoseok

• like namjoon, rarely gets angry with you.
• would attempt to ignore you but eventually his anger would build up and he’d lash out at you
• when you storm out, he’d realize what he has done and try to chase after you
• when he finally stops you, he apologizes profusely
• “Wait please, I know I messed up. I’m so sorry y/n. I know I don’t deserve you, but.. I love you, I always have and I always will.”

Yoongi

• he acts like he doesn’t even care
• rolls his eyes at you when you start to yell at him
• finally a tear rolls down your cheek, “yoongi, do you even love me anymore?”
• this would break his heart
• seeing the person he loves the most so hurt by his actions
• “Of course I love you, y/n. I never meant to hurt you baby, I’m so sorry. I love you more than anything, please don’t forget that.”

little twenty one pilots things i really dislike

as much as i really love twenty one pilots, here are some things i really dislike, mostly regarding the fanbase:

- ‘smol bean’ 

- ‘ukulele screamo’

- ‘clique as frick’

- ‘fren’ is hella cringey, even when tyler says it

- .:pêøpłê tÿpīñg êvęrÿthįńg łìkė thîš:. 

- “DADDY!” comments

- fans thinking top are the only band/artist making real music on the radio

- fans who hate on other fans for being a newer fan, usually the same fans who complain about top being popular

- fans who complain that top don’t play enough old songs live, ignoring the fact that emotional roadshow was literally promoting the album blurryface (i do kinda get that with tour de columbus though, but still they did play a lot of oldies)

- fans who hate on other fans for also liking k-pop groups (i just really don’t get the hate here and i’ve never even tried to listen to k-pop lmao)

- fans who stalk/harass the boys and their families, eg: finding josh’s parents house and taking photos outside of it, even if done respectfully it’s still weird and creepy

- how terrible the pit can be at some shows, pushing, punching, no etiquette whatsoever

- a lot of merch is kinda ugly to me, the designs have gotten better more recently though

feel free to add your own things

anonymous asked:

I need more Drarry fanfics (COMPLETED PLEASE) because I've read literally so many I can't find new ones sorry for the trouble

oh hello there my friend, i’m not sure if you’re asking the right person because i do not actually do fic recs? bc i usually forget most of the thing i read lol /cries/ but yeah i’ll list few of my favs by no particular order

Battle Scars by @sappypotter (29k)
Spiders, rats, wrongly-boiled Veritaserum, a couple of dangerous bets and drunk parties – all with all, it was bound to be a hectic eight year at Hogwarts for the golden trio. Trying to ignore the ex-Death Eater Draco Malfoy, however, turned out to be more difficult than ever before. Especially when he seemed to be as obsessed with Harry as Harry was with him.

Welcome to the Broom Closet by incapricious (23k)
Harry thinks he knows how his life will go: Become an Auror. Marry Ginny. Have a family. But then he sees an advertisement in the paper that no one else can see, and his life is turned upside-down. The Broom Closet: you can be anyone you want while you’re there, but you won’t remember it in the morning.

Serpentes by xErised (29k)
It’s a shame that Draco Malfoy looks so good stripping in a club with stolen snakes, because Auror Harry’s got a job to do. 

Date of a Lifetime by @dorthyanndrarry (14k)
Win a DATE with HARRY POTTER!
At this year’s fourth annual New Horizons charity auction
and gala there will be a most rare and unusual item up for bid,
a Date with the hero of the wizarding world, Harry Potter!
Pansy leaned into his arm, “Would you win Potter?’ she asked and before he could answer she held up an ornate card.
Draco’s eyes widened and he reached out for the invitation.
Pansy twitched it back, “Draco,” she said quietly, “I will only give this to you if you win that ridiculous Potter date.” 

Never Feel the Burning Light by @carpemermaidtales (48k)
When it falls to Draco to restore his family name to its former glory the road ahead of him is long, but with Harry Potter’s help and a plan that is just this side of ridiculous he just might succeed at accomplishing his goals and getting what he wants. What neither of them plan on is falling in love along the way. 

The Lip-Lock Jinx by cassisluna (20k)
It’s a jinx that renders the victim mute, unless he/she serves the purpose of the jinx and kisses the person that they desire. It’s just Harry’s luck that he’s in love with Draco. 

Hey, Potter by SunseticMonster (16k)
Harry returns to Hogwarts for his 8th year, determined not to let Malfoy get to him. But when the snarky teasing starts up again, Harry finds that returning the jibes with compliments has a far more interesting outcome.

All Life is Yours to Miss by Saras_Girl (114k) [[podfic]]
Professor Malfoy’s world is contained, controlled, and as solitary as he can make it, but when an act of petty revenge goes horribly awry, he and his trusty six-legged friend are thrown into Hogwarts life at the deep end and must learn to live, love and let go.

The Moon Looks Lovely Tonight by Omi_Ohmy (35k)
When Harry moves into the damp and empty Black house, it doesn’t quite feel like home. And then the first owl moves in. After that, it’s a steep slope leading to bed-sharing, more owls, assorted housemates, strange potions experiments, and terrible cooking. And a bit of waltzing, too. 

this amazing ficlet by @decanthrope

this cupboard fic by @sappypotter

i’m quite sure there are a lot more amazing fics that i forget? but these are the few that come to my mind. remember to leave kudos and some nice comments to the author! :)

I’m gonna go on a quick rant on feminism/femininity and Disney here.

Originally posted by disneylandwheredreamscometrue

It just riles me up when people seem to get the idea that femininity means a lack of feminism. When people take a look at the girl in the pants and the girl in the ballgown and says the one in pants is more feminist and empowering than the one in the dress. The whole point of one of the many aspects of feminism is that as women we have the right to choose to be and wear whatever we want. A woman in a dress is just as feminist as a woman in a burqa, and they’re both just as feminist as a woman in a suit or a woman in a bikini. And beyond clothing, a woman who’s married and in love is just as feminist as a woman who’s single. Here’s where Disney comes in, no one princess is a better more feminist role model than another. It’s important to have more than one type of role model yes, but just because one girl likes to fight and another girl likes to sew, it doesn’t mean that one is a better role model. All the princesses and other Disney ladies have good values to teach us and our kids in different ways and I’m gonna go through them with you.

Originally posted by badxbaby

Snow White:

For one thing this girl is 14. She is a child and her outlook on the world and her dreams in life shouldn’t be measured up to an adult’s. She’s kind, caring, and yes, she does dream of true love’s kiss. But she’s 14. When I was 14 I was dreaming of the same damn thing. But what we can learn from her is that when you care for everyone, even strangers, you’ll see that kindness returned. When she’s lost in the woods and scared for her life, she still finds the strength to be kind to the animals. In return they show her to the Dwarves’ cottage. She’s sweet and decides to clean up the place and take care of the dwarves out of the kindness of her heart and they return the kindness by giving her a home when she had none. At the end she’s rewarded with the true love’s kiss she wanted. We can even learn from the Evil Queen that vanity is a terrible thing. 

Originally posted by snowwhitecinderellaaurora-blog

Aurora:

The main thing to remember about Aurora is that for one thing, she met Phillip when she was a baby. The other thing is that while the good fairies did love her and take care of her, she grew up isolated and alone. She’s always had these dreams of meeting someone (anyone) else to break that isolation. But in that isolation she’s still strong, kind, and trusting. She loves her adoptive aunts, and for a side character(might make a post about that later) I would still count her as a good role model because of that kindness. 

Originally posted by goldensilverdisney

Cinderella:

Her, I’m definitely going to expand on in another post. But, she’s one of my favorite princess. Ironically, not one of my favorite movies, but she’s an amazing character and I love her. She’s a survivor of child abuse. That’s the very first thing that you need to understand about her. She doesn’t stay happy and content with a grin and bare it attitude, she got mad. She was snarky, and she only found happiness in the little free time she had and in her pets/friends. All she wanted that night was to go to the ball. All she wanted was one night to have fun and get out of the house. She wanted one night where she wouldn’t be berated and yelled at and ordered around. And when she met the prince, she didn’t even know who he was. She didn’t even mind that she would probably never see him again. And at the end she more or less saved herself. She didn’t wait around and sing a song from her tower to get rescued, she asked her friends to get the key and help her out. She was smart enough to pull out the other slipper. There’s nothing wrong with getting help from those around you and there’s no shame in asking for it. There’s nothing un-feminist about getting help, especially when you’re an abuse survivor. And that’s what Cinderella is about. Her fairy godmother coming to help her. Women helping women. 

Originally posted by disneymoviesanywhere

Ariel:

The one big thing that made the Disney renaissance so great is they decided to follow the rules of Broadway musicals. One of the trademarks of this is the “I want” song. That’s the motivation for the main character and it’s the driving force for the plot. 

Ariel wants to live in the human world. That’s her dream. She desperately wants to be a human. Eric was just the straw that broke the camel’s back. Ariel is strong willed and curious. She’s the undersea equivalent of an anthropologist. She’s 16, so of course she’s going to make stupid mistakes, but she gets to live out her dream in the end and become a human. The main point and what makes her a wonderful feminist role model is that she uses that drive and curiosity to pursue her passion. 

Originally posted by mkgaud

Belle:

I’m not sure I have to go into too much detail about her although I will mention, she is not a victim of Stockholm Syndrome. And to be honest how would being an abuse victim make her any less feminist? Anyway, of course she’s smart and loves reading. She loves adventure books and that’s what her “I want” song is about. She wants adventure and she wants someone who understands her and doesn’t think she’s weird for her interest. She’s a good role model not only for her love of reading but also of course for her kindness and seeing the good in people despite their appearance. 

Originally posted by moviewhorexo

Jasmine:

She. Is. Not. A. Prize. To. Be. Won. Moving on,

Kidding. But anyway she’s great because what she values is freedom and love. I feel like a lot of people forget is the line, “when I marry, I want it to be for love”. She wants to make her own choices in all aspects of her life and she decides to leave her life of privilege to pursue that freedom. You can hear and see it sprinkled in all around the movie (and the stage show). She sees herself as a bird in a cage and she’s happiest when she’s free and litteraly flying. And at the end she chooses Aladin. It’s all about her choice. 

Pocahontas:

Originally posted by anightmarefantasmic

So unintentional racism, stereotypes, white savior trope, erasing history, and pairing her with the horrible monster aside for a moment…

Let’s talk about 18 year old Disney Pocahontas as her own character. The main thing that comes to mind when I think of her is strength and bravery. She knows herself and she knows what she loves, and she’ll do anything to protect it. She also cares about the earth and environment. All of those are wonderful traits to have as a role model. 

Originally posted by magical-rasputin

Mulan:

Again, I don’t think I have to go into much detail about why she’s a great feminist role model. She’s usually who everyone thinks of when it comes to great feminist characters.

But what I will say is one thing not a lot of people mention in her great feminist role model-ness is that she doesn’t mind being feminine. She knows the ”perfect porcelain doll” isn’t her, but she doesn’t mind dressing up when she can make it her own. Another thing that I’m surprised get’s as ignored as it does especially since it’s scattered through the whole movie including her very first scene, she’s smart. She’s not a fighter, she’s a strategist. She makes her chores easier for herself. She wins the game of Go on her way to meet the match maker. She figures out how she can protect her dad. She uses the weights to her advantage. She does trigonometry in her head on the fly. She comes up with the distraction and using the fireworks. And the epitome of it all, she uses the symbol of femininity in the movie, her fan, to outsmart Shan Yu and take his sword. 

Originally posted by definite-disnerd

Tiana:

Can you believe I’ve heard people say Tiana isn’t feminist enough? Most people know how hardworking and practical she is, but she also learns a very important lesson that you’ll never be truly happy if you don’t let loose and have fun in reasonable amounts. She’s an amazing role model just as wonderful as everyone else in the line up and her morale is one of my favorites to try and live by. “Fairytales can come true, but you’ve gotta make them happen. It all depends on you.”


Rapunzel, Merida, Anna, Elsa, and Moana:

Honestly I feel like I don’t have to do much defending for these four. Everyone on this site has already pointed out what great feminist role models they are and many people regard them plus Tiana and Mulan as the “best” most feminist princesses. I love them all too, and of course they’re all great feminist role models, I just don’t think there’s much I could add. 

Anyway, I think a /lot/ of other Disney ladies are also wonderful feminist role models but this was supposed to be just the princess lineup. and I might make separate posts for them. But if you’ll notice I didn’t take relationship status, style choices, hobby choices, sexuality headcannons, or appearance into account when talking about what great role models they are because you shouldn’t. Of course women and girls deserve more than just one type of girl to look up to, but one type of girl isn’t any better or worse than another. You can be hyper feminine like Cinderella, Not feminine at all like Merida, or a little bit of both like Mulan. You can be smart like Belle, or naive yet kind like Snow White. All of them are wonderful. 

I’ll go ahead and leave you my favorite Disney feminist hero.

(she’s amazing. google her real quick)

i need me some jealous kara in my life, so of course i did what any person would’ve done and came with a bunch of headcanons to satisfy my own needs because that’s what self care is all about.

  • it all starts one afternoon, they’re downtown in one of lena’s favorite restaurants and kara’s talking excitedly about the new article she’s writing when lena’s phone goes off. usually when they’re together lena ignores it, she always says it’s business associates and insists they can wait but this time lena sees the name on the screen and smiles widely, “oh it’ll be just a minute kara, sorry” kara nods, motions her to go ahead and tries to focus on her pasta until she hears lena giggling “i can’t wait to see you! it’s been, what? six years?” something inside kara twitches. who is she talking to? most importantly who is making her smile like that?! that’s usually her thing. lena keeps talking to whoever is at the other end of the line as if she’s not there, beaming, chuckling… kara’s always believed herself to be someone non violent (for most the time) but she’s now wishing she could grab lena’s phone, throw it to the ground and break it.
  • turns out, lena says to her when they’re on the car ride back to l–corp, that one of her dearest friends from boarding school is planning a visit to national city and called her to see if they could get together, “her name is molly, we were together on science club and we hit it off right away,” kara knows it’s irrational to feel so… heated at the thought of lena hanging out with someone else because damn, she’s her own person and she’s allowed to have as many friends as she’d like but… it makes her extremely uncomfortable to think about lena laughing with someone that is not her. “i have to admit i had a little bit of a crush on her when we were younger,” and kara doesn’t know molly, has never seen her and certainly has no interest in doing it so but she already hates her.
  • “and then she said,” it’s game night, james and winn have paused mortal kombat to listen to her angry rant and alex is staring at her with wide eyes, beer in hand. “oh i used to have a crush on her, as if it’s the most trivial thing on the universe, did you know she was supposed to come tonight? i promised i would let her win at mario kart, but no! molly’s plane lands today and she called to say—i’m so sorry kara, i can’t make it, i’m gonna go pick her up, maybe some other time? can’t molly call herself an uber? does she really need to have lena’s attention all to herself? gosh it makes me so upset someone would be so selfish.” winn opens and closes his mouth a few times, not sure if he should say anything about the whole situation, james and alex are looking at each other, silently deciding on who should be the first to talk until finally alex breaks the silence. “kara… you don’t even know this molly person, didn’t you also say her and lena hand’t seen each other for years? it’s normal that they want to spend time with each other, catch up with what’s been going on in their lives.” kara crosses her arms over her chest and angrily stares out the window, she wants to bury her face on ice cream because though she knows alex is right she still wants to deck molly in the face.
  • lena is never late, if anything she’s always early to arrive to their lunch dates, but for the first time in months, lena luthor is fifteen minutes late and kara’s getting impatient, maybe she got caught up on work and didn’t see the hour, maybe she had to sign some contracts before leaving, maybe… maybe… she tries and call her twice but she doesn’t answer and that’s when kara gets worried, what if something happened to her? what if while she was on her way someone stopped her and hurt her? she’s tempted to alert the deo, tell them to search for lena’s location when she enters the restaurant a little breathless and with her hair disheveled. “kara i am sorry!” she sits down across from her and takes out her coat, “molly came over to my office and we started to talk, i didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” kara’s face goes dark. it’s wednesday, this is supposed to be their day, their afternoon, their time to be with one another without people interrupting and of course molly had to come and ruin it. “did you know molly has a motorbike? she dropped me off!” oh amazing, molly owes a motorbike, so does half the population of national city, she’s nothing especial. kara doesn’t feel like eating anymore and ends up leaving early. 
  • she’s punching one of the walls at the deo repeatedly, each punch harsher than the last. her knuckles feel on fire but it’s working wonders to get her mind off lena and her new best friend molly whom today decided to invite her to the beach. “what is wrong with her?” winn whispers to alex almost scared of kara’s sudden display of anger, alex shrugs and tell him she has no idea since kara refuses to talk with anyone about it. “she’s jealous,” j’onn says without looking up from the file he’s holding and both of them open their mouths in surprise. “psychic, remember?” 
  • “have i done something to upset you?” lena asks with her cheeks red in embarrassement and her voice breaking, “you’ve been avoiding me for weeks, yesterday you cancelled our lunch date because you said you had a lot of stuff to do but then you uploaded a picture on instagram with james in your pajamas eating popcorn. look kara, i know we all need our space sometimes but i’d rather hear the truth than finding out via social media that you’re lying to me.” she sounds so hurt and she’s almost on the verge of tears, kara feels awful she didn’t mean to make her feel bad, she was just tired of hearing her talk about molly and how amazing she was every single time they got together. “you want the truth?” lena nods eagerly and kara tries, she does, to keep her composure when she catches the necklace lena’s wearing… gold with rose pendant. “that is pretty,” she points to it and lena grabs it between her hands, “thank you! molly gave it to me yesterday.” kara feels her fist tighten. 
  • “well the truth is that molly is annoying,” she says standing up from her place and lena’s eyes widen. “yes, she’s annoying and she’s keeping you all to herself. it’s almost as she’s holding you captive! she’s taking you to the beach and to that art gallery i was going to take you, you are eating potstickers with her, lena, that’s our thing!” there’s no going back now… “and she’s… she’ probably ugly too—oh she has a motorcycle, how original! you know what lena, i can fly! i could fly you from here to paris in less than an hour, i bet molly can’t do that. you know what else i can do? lift you up, with one finger probably, can molly lift you up? no i don’t think she can. does she let you win at mario kart?! she doesn’t, huh, does she even know how to play mario kart, does she?!” 
  • lena looks at her in disbelief before she bursts out laughing and kara lets out a groan, “it’s not funny lena! i am much more interesting that molly will ever be and i’m—mphm!” lena’s kissing her, her cold hands are tangling themselves in her hair and she’s pulling her impossibly close and kara feels like she’s floating. for the first three seconds she doesn’t respond, but as soon as lena slips a warm tongue into her mouth her body reacts and she’s grabbing her everywhere. her face, her neck, her waist, her ass, lena gasps and they break apart. “sorry, i didn’t mean to… i just wanted to… you see this wasn’t what i had planned,” kara looks to the ground but it’s not for long because lena is grabbing her chin, making her look into her eyes and she melts. 
  • “love… i can’t believe you were jealous of molly.” kara clicks her tongue almost offended, she was not jealous of molly, she’s about to say it, to assure lena she doesn’t feel such childish emotion when lena gives her a small peck on the lips and her train of thought is stopped. “she’s married… and has two kids!” kara wants to hide under lena’s desk for the rest of the evening.
Bygones of the Sun | 06 (M)

Originally posted by hobismole

Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok

Length: 6.7k

Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

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Mister Hockey and the boy crying in the kitchen

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Alternate Universe where Bitty is a figure skater at Samwell. He and Jack meet for the first time at #Epikegster 2014.

warning labels: Alcohol, mentioned homophobia, Parse. 


 Jack went down the stairs with a huff of annoyance. The first floor of the Haus was packed from wall to wall. Loup thumping music, laughter and yells that were barely tolerable from his room now seemed almost tangible, crushing him from all sides. He could already feel the beginnings of a headache.

 He pushed his way through and managed to reach the kitchen unscated. Only three guys were sitting at the table, loudly debating Plato’s cavern versus the Matrix, and another was leaning on the counter near the stove, muttering to himself.

Jack opened a cupboard, swore under his breath when he saw that it was empty of their usual mugs, glasses and bottles. He took a new red solo cup from the enormous pack available to all, and filled it with tap water, trying to ignore the guys at the table.

 ‘…aren’t you the most precious thing, baby…’

 Jack turned around. The guy next to the oven was muttering endearments with a southern drawl- but there was no one next to him. He wasn’t even holding a phone.

 Jack had a doubt. Was the guy talking to him?

 ‘Yes, you are lovely, a bit old, but I would love you, and take care of you, and create glorious things with you, oh sweetheart, if only…’

 The guy was not talking to Jack. He was talking to the oven.

 He was also, apparently, completely drunk.

 ‘… better things than pizza rolls, you can be sure of that, you sexy thing…’

 Jack was a moment away from heading back to his room when he heard a sob.

 ‘… but it’s not to be, pretty thing, you and I will have to go our own separate ways and- sniffle- get with our own lonely lives and - oh lord, I’m being ridiculous-’

 ‘Huh-’ started Jack. ‘Are you okay?’

 The guy turned around. He looked older than Jack expected. At least, he seemed to be over eighteen. Jack only had an impression of eyes and blond before he got the drunkest and fakest smile he ever saw in his life.

 ‘HI!’ said the boy. ‘Gosh, you’re big.’

‘… are you okay?’ repeated Jack.

 ‘Why, yes, of course! I’m peachy!’

 ‘You’re crying.’

 The guy seemed surprised by this fact. He dried his tears with the sleeve of his hoodie and made a dismissive gesture with his other hand.

 ‘Don’t mind me, sweetheart, I’m being silly.’

 ‘…You were crying,’ insisted Jack. ‘And talking to the oven.’

 ‘Well, no one else seemed to give her love, so I figured-’

 He stopped himself and looked at Jack.

 ‘You’re the Captain of the hockey team,’ he realised. ‘This is your house. This is your oven.’

 ‘…Yes? In a manner of speaking?’

 ‘What’s her name?’

 ‘Whose name?’

 ‘The OVEN,’ insisted the guy.

 ‘She- it doesn’t have a name?’

 ‘Blasphemy. If I had the chance to own such a lovely baby, I would name her something adorable! Like Daisy, or Betsy, and I would bake everyday, I would make pies and cookies and biscuits and-’

 He burst into tears.

 Jack threw a look around. The guys at the table were staring at them.

 ‘Dude, what’d you do to him?’

 ‘Nothing!’

 ‘D’you break up with him or something?’

 ‘No! We just met! He was talking about the oven- and then- and then-’

 He made a helpless motion towards the crying boy.

 ‘Maybe you should do something about it?’ suggested one of them.

 ‘Like what?’

 ‘Dunno. Something. To make him stop crying.’

 Jack hesitated. He thought about retreating to the safety of his room, where the music didn’t hurt his ears and blonde strangers didn’t burst into tears at the sight of a kitchen appliance.

 Awkwardly, he lifted a hand and patted the guy’s shoulder.

 ‘…there, there,’ he muttered, feeling like the most ridiculous man on Earth.

 He got several thumbs ups from the table residents. Which didn’t help his predicament at all. The boy was still crying.

 ‘Hey, hey, shh, don’t cry, everything is going to be okay…’

 ‘You don’t know that!’ wailed the blonde boy.

 ‘Okay, you’re right. Maybe, huh, what could make it right?’

 ‘I want to BAAAAAAAAAKE!’


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listen if i could wish for one thing in 2b… i would kill to see a scene were clary & co runs to magnus as usual, without knocking and you know taking him granted but to find his apartment gone. there isnt a penthouse anymore. its gone. what will they do now. now they have to solve their problems…. alone???

meanwhile the other side of brooklyn, magnus bane enjoys a quite well deserved uninterrupted evening with his boyfriend, and just. smiles. 

miraculance  asked:

Hey, happy birthday! :) How about a drabble based on that prompt that went around once, about lance's feelings being enhanced by some space flower and he spends a day or two mooning over keith with keith thinking it's just a temporary thing? I hope you had a great day!

i’ve never seen this prompt so it might not be exactly right but here you go! 

“He’s gonna be fine,” Pidge reassures Keith for the hundredth time, but Keith isn’t sure he believes her. “Stop asking if you’re not gonna believe me,” she adds, which makes him squint suspiciously at her. “I’m not reading your mind, you’re just obvious. So is the reason you’re asking me about this over and over.” 

“I’m just – Lance is a paladin, we need him to be functional to be a team,” Keith says, crossing his arms. He glances across the room where Coran is talking to Lance, still surprised when he meets Lance’s eyes despite the fact that Lance has been staring at him since they got back to the castle. Lance doesn’t blink, doesn’t even look embarrassed to be caught staring – he just grins brightly at Keith and waves a little. Keith flushes hot and then glares at Pidge when she laughs. “He’s not okay, Pidge, look at him.” 

“Looks normal to me,” Pidge mutters. Keith shoots her a look and she sighs. “It was just some weird space plant that messed with his neurotransmitters. It’s not dangerous, it’ll work through his system in a day or so. Coran isn’t worried, you shouldn’t be either.” 

But Keith does worry, especially when Lance sits close to him in the common area later and says, “Hey.” His voice is low, and it strokes down Keith’s spine like a fingertip. He shivers a little, but looks up at Lance despite himself. 

“Shouldn’t you be resting?” he asks.

“I’m fine,” Lance says dismissively. “I wanted to spend time with you.” He ducks his head and peers at Keith. “You know, you’ve got really pretty eyes.” 

“I – what?” Keith stammers, feeling his face heat up.

“You’re really cute,” Lance says, smiling. It’s not a smirk, not the way it usually is when Lance flirts with people. He looks like he’s saying something as if it were a well-known fact, a given. “You worrying about me is especially cute.” 

“I–” Keith says, at a loss for words. “I – this is just that plant thing talking–” 

“Plant thing? I was talking about you, Keith,” Lance says, brow furrowing. “Are you feeling okay?” He scoots closer and puts a hand against Keith’s forehead. Keith can feel his ears burning. “You’re warm,” Lance murmurs. 

“I’ve got to – I have to go now,” Keith says loudly. He stands up, and ignores the vaguely hurt pout Lance sends his way, and barricades himself in his room for the rest of the night. You have pretty eyes echoes over and over in his head throughout the rest of the night.

The next morning, Lance doesn’t show up to breakfast. After a while, Hunk begs for Keith to take him something to eat in case he started feeling ill. When Keith protests, saying someone else should go, Pidge says, “You were the one worrying about him.” 

So Keith knocks on Lance’s door with a bowl of good in one hand, and it stays closed for a disconcertingly long time, until eventually it whooshes open. Lance takes one look at him and turns scarlet. 

“Oh god,” he says, sounding terrified. 

“Um,” Keith says, because this is the exact opposite reaction he was expecting. 

“Oh my god,” Lance repeats. He covers his face with his hands and sighs. “Of course. Okay, yeah, might as well.” He takes the bowl of goo from Keith and sets it on a table near the door. He faces Keith again and looks him dead in the eye. “I’m sorry about last night.” 

Keith’s stomach sinks, any lingering hope that maybe it hadn’t been the plant dissipating immediately. “Right,” he says quietly. “Of course.” 

“It was really inappropriate,” Lance continues, looking pained. “We’re – you and I are partners, and friends, and that stupid plant just made me say things that I’ve been – I didn’t want you to find out like that, and I’m sorry–”

“Wait,” Keith says, frowning. “Find out – what do you mean?”

“That plant thing made me say whatever was on my mind,” Lance says. “Like, not a truth serum thing but just – my inhibitions were lowered. Didn’t – didn’t Pidge explain it to you?” 

“No,” Keith says, but he really had been paying more attention to Lance than Pidge, to be fair. 

“Oh my god,” Lance groans, running a hand through his hair. “I could have just – you didn’t know. But now you know. God, I look like such an idiot–” 

He looks so miserable that Keith can’t help but reach out, touching his arm gently. Lance goes completely still and looks at him, wide-eyed. “Uh,” Keith says, heart beating out of his chest. “It’s, um, cute. You – worrying. About me.” It’s not nearly as smooth as Lance had been, but Keith doesn’t have the advantage of being loose-lipped because of some weird space plant. 

Lance gapes at him, but only for a moment – after a second of comprehension, a smile starts at the corners of his mouth and curls in. He’s still flushed, but he looks more like the Lance Keith is used to. “Well,” Lance says, leaning against his door. “What else do I look cute doing?” 

“Ugh,” Keith says, but he’s grinning too. 

What’s wrong with me?– Jeff Atkins x Reader

Request: Can I request a Jeff imagine me where he’s been asking you out for a while now and you always turn him down? So one day you hear him talking to clay about how it’s actually starting to hurt him a bit cuz what’s wrong wit him? And his jock buddies give him shit and tease him about which upsets him so you shock all of them by going up and kissing him which leads to a hot makeout and ask him on a date.

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I smiled looking at myself through the rearview mirror. I loved when my mom had the day off, that meant I could get the car to school, save me the monotonous and disgusting bus rides. It isn’t as if my mother went out to have fun, her days off from work, she is doing yoga in front of the TV, it wasn’t too much that the “coach” was too attractive. I shivered and concentrated on the road, until that point I was already entering the Liberty High parking lot. The disadvantage of bringing the car is that I mistrusted and was late, something that wouldn’t happen if I were traveling in the yellow device. Now finding a parking lot would be a challenge.

After a full turn, I finally find a decent place, not so far but not so close to the door, perfect. Before maneuvering to enter that space, a car closed the way and got into MY place. I stepped on the brakes and glared at the bold.  I knew the car perfectly. Instead of staying there, I found another place to two cars away, from that to stay grumbling. Yes, I was too lucky.

“Are you serious, Atkins?” I raised my voice after getting out of the car and hanging my backpack over my shoulder.

Jeff was walking toward me with a big smile and fiddling with the keys of his carriage. Asshole.

“This becomes a danger zone every morning, Y/L, you would know if you brought your car every day”

“Funny”

I started to walk with him to my side. We were in the same course, connected in our first year, we were good friends, maybe I could even consider him my best friend, it’s not like I had many in high school. Most were either useless sportsmen, or just people who weren’t worth it.  He was taking me with a few, especially since Jeff was very close to them, almost entering his social circle. They were not bad guys, but somewhat immature for my taste. Sometimes they made me laugh.

“So I heard that this new movie will be on Saturday … Let’s go together?”

Yeah, we were good friends though Jeff was determined to change that. My friend was attractive, too much to admit, but my mind was somewhere else to focus on a boyfriend. In addition, our friendly relationship worked perfectly, we sometimes studied together, I was going to see him at his baseball games, and I even stayed after school with him and Clay for his tutorials. I could come and go as often as i wanted and he did that too. We were perfectly fine, why did we need a label? What if “being dating” didn’t work? All those years of friendship would go away. Just to think about my last months in this institute without the company of my best friend, to be avoiding it by the corridors and to meet us in uncomfortable looks, left me the sensation to be without air. No, I wouldn’t let him lose it for a silly etiquette.

“How on a date?” I remembered that I hadn’t answered him.

I turned to look at him and he smiled in embarrassment. Jeff Atkins was never embarrassed. He was the most honest and funny guy on the whole site. If I didn’t know Clay Jensen, I would sign with blood that Jeff was the only one. Everyone else behaved more like idiots.

“Yes?” His answer sounded more like a question. Well, he left the decision to me again.

I sighed and settled the backpack as a reflex act.

“You did a good swing, Atkins, but I’m sorry to say you got a strike”

He raised his eyebrows and I smiled, wanting to erase the rejection I had given him. It hadn’t been the first, but sometimes I felt like the bad in this relationship. Our “dates” were reduced to exits between friends, and that was because I was in charge of enlisting Sheri with us and him, usually Clay. At one time, we invited Hannah, but lately she was walking in her own world, feeling the tension only to approach her. Too bad, it turned out to be a really fun girl.

I increased my pace. We didn’t have to stay together in the hall, our first period was different, while he was killing himself in history, I had to endure the headache of algebra. I also needed help but no one threatened to get me out of a team simply because I didn’t belong to any. That was how it was.

“Are you serious?” The good thing about my best friend is that he took rejections with grace. “You are very rude to me, Y/N!”

“I see you at rest!” I shouted at him in response and unconsciously stepped up. I never let him see guilt in me after an Olympic rejection.

At lunchtime, we took our usual table; Clay kept his eyes on his task that ignored our mini meal fight between Jeff and me. He made me eat one of his fries, but they were too greasy for my liking. Thanks to that, we didn’t go unnoticed, neither by his companions as for the rest of the school. Suddenly, I noticed how his teammates were passing by and said things to Jeff that I couldn’t grasp, used as keys that I didn’t understand. I looked at Jeff who looked down for a few seconds before turning to see me and smiling as if nothing.

“What was that?”

“It’s nothing.” He grabbed his backpack and stood up. “See you after school, Jensen?”

For the first time, Clay looked up and nodded. Jeff said goodbye to both of us and left in the opposite direction to his companions, I frowned even confused; it was incredible how my friend’s mood changed in a few seconds. I bit my lip and pushed aside my tray of food, strangely I was without appetite.

“What’s wrong with Jeff?” I asked. Clay knew him as well as I did.

The boy shrugged and looked in the direction where our friend had disappeared. I said goodbye to Clay, especially since I had just seen Hannah Baker enter the cafeteria. Jeff and I had a plan, before we graduated, we had to get these two to have something. They were too shy to approach the one and the other that we decided to intervene, rather I joined the cause, because it was a kind of deal between the two men. However, it was difficult, I was going to take care of Hannah, but she was very distant, I couldn’t approach. I sighed and left the cafeteria. I’d waste my time in the locker.

I doubted if it would be a good idea to interfere with the tutoring hours of my friends, I don’t know what was different now, if I always did, but my best friend’s behavior was too strange after the cafeteria. It made me panic to approach him. Among my doubts, I ended up in the school library, if I wandered around maybe in the end would encourage me to approach your table. I ended up on one of the closest shelves, Jeff and Clay seemed to be talking about something that didn’t look like tutorials since neither of them looked at their respective books. I went a little closer, covering my face with a book chosen at random. I pretended to read it.

“Jeff Atkins, asking me for advice on relationships?” I listened to Clay with humor. “The deal was supposed to be that you would help me with it, not the other way around.” I lowered the book a little to notice my best friend with his eyes on Pencil playing between his fingers. I went back to cover “I was paying my salary in the Cresmont that you would never go through this”

I bit my lip, afraid to know now what they were talking about, or rather … of whom. I repressed the book down again.

“I don’t know what else to do, dude.” Jeff’s voice broke my heart, but why? “She’s not like the other girls I’ve dated, it’s a challenge, but not that kind of challenge.” I started to consider whether it was a good idea to stay or not to listen, but my feet were stuck.

“Don’t stop trying” Clay encouraged.

“I don’t do it. I invite her to go out and it is always the same result: No. “I fear that someday she will get tired and send me to the devil”

My blood ran cold. They had not yet pronounced my name but knew perfectly well that they were talking about me. My hands began to tremble.

“I don’t think so. You two make a good team. It’s hard to see a Jeff without Y/N, or a Y/N without a Jeff” I glanced over and watched my friend smile. I did too. It was true; we could complement us in an incredible way.

I watched Jeff’s profile, again thinking away from his friendship, made me feel short of breath. I couldn’t imagine my life without having met him; he managed to understand me, my problems, my follies and occasionally my pessimism. The random memory hit me on a Saturday that taught me to hit, I could feel his body on my back and his arms around mine, even his hands on mine to help me hold the bat well. It had felt good, I didn’t have the imperative need to get away like when Bryce Walker tried to get too close to me. That guy gave me a very bad spine. Instead, with Jeff, I sometimes needed to have him close to feel that I breathe well, that everything is going its natural course. There was no Y/N Y/L without a Jeff Atkins, it couldn’t, and there was no consistency. It was like going against nature. My heart sped up and I hid my face again between the pages.

“Clay. What is wrong with me?” I had a gasp, only a few verbal rejects, at no time I distanced myself from him, after my negatives we were as normal as ever. Nothing had changed. I had the need to jump and give him a zap, Nothing was wrong with you, Atkins, you’re amazing, the best guy I’ve ever met! But I stood still with the lump in my throat.

“Nothing, dude. Let’s go back to your history essay, you need to distract your mind”

I listened as he agreed to the idea and I moved from shelf to the place where they didn’t see me. I put my hand to my chest and inhaled deep breaths. Why did i feel like crying? Maybe because Jeff didn’t notice the way I did, what could be wrong with him? He was a committed boy, especially now that his position in the team depended on his qualifications, attentive, pleasant, he isn’t of those who believed in rumors … and above all, he was an excellent friend of Clay and mine. How could there be anything wrong with that? Why cann’t you see yourself as I see you? I bit my lip.

“I saw you” Jessica came out of nowhere and gave me the shock of my life. She started laughing “Spying on people’s conversations? That’s too much for you”

I rolled my eyes.

"I guess I couldn’t help it,” I murmured.

“I heard them, too. I’ve never seen Jeff that way; he always has a smile on his face."I nodded to the cheerleader’s words. Suddenly, she started to laugh "Don’t you realize, Y/N?” I looked at her strangely “He’s in love with you! The whole institute knows this, obviously everyone, except you”

“We are good friends”

“So? That doesn’t take away the feelings, the question here is, Are you in love with him? ”

I was silent, I opened my mouth to answer her but I couldn’t, Why couldn’t I? I should deny it, but why didn’t i? Jessica Davis smiled.

“Do I confess something?” I waited quietly. “The way you look at Jeff, is the same way I look at Justin. Think about it. "She winked at me before leaving.

If my best friend’s words had left me frozen, Jessica’s words hit me. I looked over my shoulder toward the boys’ table, was I in love with my best friend? As I would know, I had never fallen in love with anyone in my life.

I ran as if my life depended on it to the baseball field, simply because my friend’s fool had forgotten his bat in the car and I as a good person i was, and because I knew the combination of his locker to get the keys, I did him the favor. Anyway, at home I was expecting some of those Mom’s smooth naturist, I wasn’t very excited to return soon. Before giving me sight in front of the team, I heard the boys howling and booing. I stopped and looked out, Jeff was in front of them, pretending to have difficulty raising the zipper of his sweatshirt. As I perceived quickly, they were making fun of him.

"Give it up at once, Atkins.” One of them said. I frowned. “You’re losing your good reputation for just one girl”

Not again, please. I pressed the bat in my hands.

“Let go and pass her, I assure you that I get an appointment with her long before you,” another of his classmates boasted. I was getting angry.

How could it be that they messed with him for some nonsense? I was nothing special, why did they all talk as if I were some sort of trophy? I looked at Jeff, he was still focused on his feigned task, but the gesture on his lips told me that he was having a bad time, so I got sick, it couldn’t be that my fear of losing him by spoiling everything with a label, So much harm to him. My eyes filled with tears, but I didn’t cry, instead, I smiled and walked resolutely towards them.

“Eh!” Shouted one of them with joy.

I didn’t look at any of them, my eyes were on my best friend’s, wanting to pretend he was more than okay. I didn’t stop until I felt my lips against his. I dropped the bat to our side and wrapped my fingers in his hair pulling him closer to me. His response, in the first place, was that his mouth was sealed by surprise, when he caught what was happening, he joined the same rhythm as me, bringing his hands to my waist. I didn’t part until the shouts of joy of his companions became present.

“Damn!” I recognized the voice of the one who at the beginning bet that I would go out with him.

I looked into Jeff’s eyes and smiled broadly. This kiss, which at first wanted to taste something, simply felt good. I began to feel that I was complete, even though I thought I had been before.

“I thought better, why wait until Saturday? Let’s have a date now.” My best friend’s eyes shone, I felt an extreme happiness inside, not for him, for me. “Oh, better, did you tell me that your parents are not going to be home all day? How about a bit of Netflix and chill? ”

His friends laughed, he too, but a little more shy.

“Come on.” He took my hand firmly.

“Boys” I gave a single glance at their companions, they began to cheer and push, like vile apes.

I laughed and looked back. When we lost sight of the team, Jeff stopped and looked at me even in shock.

“You were serious?”

“About the kiss or Netflix and chill?” I couldn’t stop smiling.

“Both of them”

“Now I know that I’m sure of the kiss” I bit my lip “Of the other, of course I was serious, a little more seriously in the chill part”

Jeff’s smile was the biggest i had ever seen. My heart skipped a beat.

“Then I drive. Later we’ll get back for your car”