Every sign can reach the stage when the mind just ‘quits’, no matter how laid back they are. check mars and moon!
Aries: She feels no anger. She feels rage. The intensity, the strong, sometimes short but intense feeling of emotions was something she was familiar with, but what she did hate was the feeling of anger she could mostly never shake off. It was always there with her, she let her rage out and it seemed like an exploding volcano. All she saw was red, there was too much energy flowing inside her bones that she could not get rid off and so she let out her anger, and she did not care who would see her like that. ‘I am fire and you will get burned.’
Taurus: He was angry. Angry with the world, angry with this unsteadiness, angry with the fact, that he could not do anything to stop the current situation. Long, slim hands pulled him out of his nest and threw him hard on the ground. He flinched as a cold breeze came and took away all his warmth. “No, do not take everything away from me!!”, he screamed but the dark did not listen. Gritting his teeth he felt his temper raging, long horns started to grow out of his head and he shook his head, trying to get rid of the feeling of losing himself.
Gemini: Emotions were an construct. A map with a thousand of points, connected with each other by a small, small string. No there was a knot in the strings, there and there was nothing else he could do to untie them, to clear up this mess in his head. It was like the road for his thoughts was blocked and now everything just piled up. Irritated he shook his head, even communicating was hard and the knot in his head slowly transformed in his whole body. Then his mind just quit. Rash action.
Cancer: She could not tame herself anymore, she got hotheaded again and knew the will easily fall in an tantrum again. Followed by this feeling of guilt: why me? Why this unfairness? Why the need to upset others and be upset? In the end a wave of intensity and sadness washed her away before she could get a hold of herself again. And getting back to the surface after being pulled down by the ocean would cost her a lot strength. Strength and a long time of swimming through these endless waters.
Leo: “I do not like this”. It all started with the feeling of unfairness, adding a a little bit of hurt to the shattered self that lay on the ground. “I cannot let them now I am hurt! I will not allow them to touch me gain that deeply.” She opened her mouth and showed her long, sharp fangs. She roared. It was loud and vibrant. Whetting her claws she narrowed her yellow, fiery eyes. “Pray for yourself”, she whispered before sprinting to her prey.
Virgo: The head was a like a working space. There were many files and papers he read, worked with, analysed, only to put them into a new file that was stored somewhere in his office. “Wh- what is this?” This certain piece of paper was not like the others. Unreadable. Impossible to put somewhere, therefore it was just out of order. “I..I have the control..”, he said, his hands starting to shake. “I..I have the control over it…I have the control..”, he repeated unsteady before standing up and shredding the unknown paper. He started breathing hysterically, what was that? This brooding fear inside of him? “Control…”, he said one last time before shattering the mirror and flipping his precious work desk.
Libra: These thoughts. These worries. These fears. She did not know what to do. How was she supposed to handle? “It is their fault!!”, she cried. But at the same time is was her own fault. She cried quietly, feeling like she wanted to let everything out, but couldn’t reveal herself, because everyone next door was sleeping. She did not want to disturb them with the mess of feelings. “I will ignore it. Swallow it.” But it was far too much to keep on pretending. She felt like being on fire, but she still smiled. A poisonous, deadly smile. Everyone should feel her poison sting inside their veins.
Scorpio: His anger is intense. It’s like a thunderstorm with roaring thunder inside of him. His heart is beating and he wants to destroy, cry and scream. He wants to let out his darkest thoughts, he wants the world to feel his pain, transformed out of the bitterness. But in the end, he remains silent and waits till everyone left. He could hurt anyone right now, but he know it’ll be no good, knowing that he will destroy for sure if he demonstrates his power. So he balls his fists and closes his door. Outside of his bedroom you can her the thunder roaring.
Sagittarius: ‘Do not stop me’, was all she thought. These feelings were caging her. No matter what she did to distract herself, the anger would haunt her after all, so the minute it became to much she snapped. She could be free spirited and joyous but deep emotions were something completely different, especially anger. Because she was not only the laughter of joy but indeed the stomp of a herd of wild horses swirling up dust as they made their way through the steppe. There was raw force and energy inside of her and that needed to get out, now.
Capricorn: Get a hold of yourself. Get a hold of yourself. Now. But there was no way to get himself under control. There was this dam inside of his head that stopped this enormous river of feelings of overflowing. Now, there were little cracks in the once so strong concrete and each of them plainly showed the nerves he lost from time to time. He sat at his desk, swallowed and closed his eyes. Suddenly, the dam broke. The raging float of dark water swallowed him completely.
Aquarius: She saw it often on other people. Anger. She watched them live it out, stomping with their feet, raging, screaming, shouting. Now? She felt it herself. “I know this, this familiar”, she explained to herself. But familiar did not mean good. She knew her temper tantrums for when she was young. She knew that destructiveness could be a part of it. “I do not want that. I will not.” Suddenly a dark, whispering voice talked to her: “You do not choose to be out of touch. You are not your own master.” She widened her eyes anxiously. And suddenly, it was like she was 7 again.
Pisces: Anger? Anger, he felt it so deeply, anger and the need to cry out of frustration, he did not want to feel it anymore, the worst thing that ate him alive right now. So he grew bitter. “I can turn nasty”, he thought. “I will be the worst if you make me feel this again.” And so he did. So he became the feeling of anger and bitterness himself. As he looked in the mirror he couldn’t recognize himself anymore. Dark, red eyes starred at him, tears flowing.
I never see anyone talking about how kids can abuse adults though.
Growing up I saw a lot of adult teachers get bullied by students and it sucked. They would purposely push them to their breaking point until they exploded, yelled, cursed, threw desks, and the ones who didn’t have that kind of reaction would just quit or end up fired because the kids would start rumors. One was because our new math teacher was effeminate so the guys thought “obviously this guy is gay and he’s after our dicks” and if he was ever nice to a male student (which… he was nice and friendly with EVERYONE and was the best teacher we’d had that year) they would start whispering behind me, “yo, look at that, did you see that? He’s flirting with his male students, that’s nasty” and so they made trouble for him.
My mother worked at a Discovery Zone type place when I was little and she would come home and break down crying because groups of little boys would call her names, call her stupid her whole shift.
I had friends in childhood who absolutely abused their parents. They were relentless and mean and hacked them into submission and it made for a lot of awkward moments when I would hang with them, because I couldn’t do anything since… they were my abuser too.
Just because you’re a minor doesn’t mean knives you throw are not sharp and won’t hit someone. The fact that so many kids on this site use their age as a weapon, as a way to say “but nothing I do has any impact because I have no social power” is SCARY and we need to try to make people aware of this kind of stuff from a young age because most people who are like that don’t really realize it and they need guidance and rehabilitation so the cycle can stop. Because those people grow up and have kids and do it to their kids and they don’t learn that it’s not normal or okay, that they cannot deny reality by controlling the people around them.
But sometimes it isn’t always that way, some of those parents were so nice and kind and I considered like family, and they just had absolute evil villains for kids.
Check in with yourselves, guys. Especially right now. There’s a lot of upsetting stuff being shoved in our faces all the time and it makes it hard not to get tunnel vision when our emotions get out of control, especially with the pressure to perform by a lot of social circles on tumblr. And if you’re young and a lot of this is new, pace yourself, you’re learning, and you need to be open to the idea of learning more and know that us being adults doesn’t mean we’re just out of touch boring old farts who don’t know anything. We’ve lived things and we have experience and when we say to you that it’s not okay to tell people who like things you do not like to kill themselves, we’re not “apologists”… we’re the survivors too.
Hello! Hope you're having a wonderful day! Could you give me a list of fluffy one shots if you haven't done one? Thank you!
I love fluffy one shots, so you have come to the right person! There are so many amazing one shots, so I’m sure I missed a few! For now, I hope you enjoy!
Fluffy One Shots
in need of melted marshmallow cuddles by Hitsugi_Zirkus, Gen, 1.7k “Viktor. You’re Russian. How is it that you’re always so easily cold and– Wait,” Yuuri’s eyes fell onto Viktor’s bundled up form under the comforter, “are you wearing my jackets? How many layers have you got on?” SNUGGLES AND CUDDLES DO YOU HEAR ME SCREAMING I LOVE THIS FIC
Round and Gold by oh_imintrouble, Gen, 1.4k Yuuri wins the Grand Prix Final and gives Victor something round a gold. Victor gives him something else round and gold in return. One shot proposal fic. I’m totally not crying, there’s just something in my eye…
Safety Hazards in St. Petersburg by lucycamui, Explicit, 3.7k In which Yuuri moves in with Victor in St. Petersburg and Victor discovers just how distracting living with him can be. I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH OMG
The Fundamentals of Caring by braveten, Explicit, 20k One of my favourite hurt/comfort fics! Yuuri comes down with a nasty cold and Victor tries to take care of him the best that he can. Full of hilariously delusional Yuuri, caring Victor, and ALL THE FLUFF! So cute, definitely recommend!
Amateur or Expert by Watermelonsmellinfellon, Teen, 1.9k AU where Yuuri is a ice skating instructor and Victor is thirsty for him and will do whatever it takes for Yuuri to get to know him. Even if that means pretending to not know how to skate at all, even though he’s a five-time world champion. VERY cute, lots of fluff, and Victor is hilarious in this. Love!
A Beautiful Morning by Jawbones, Mature, 1k Viktor pulls him even closer, moving to lie on top of him, burying his face into his chest. Yuuri looks down, is greeted by bright blue eyes and a smile. I’M SCREAMING THIS IS SO PERFECT
stammi vicino by sunshinehide, Gen, 1k its moments like these where yuuri realizes how lucky in love he is with victor. CUTEEE
Love Like You by LFMH021, Teen, 3.6k Little insight to retired and domestic Victuuri! Many small scenes from deciding who is going to do the dishes to grocery shopping. SO CUTE AND FLUFFY I LOVE THIS FIC SO MUCH! It’s the domestic fic you’re looking for!
life and love by novocaine_sea, Gen, 12k Twenty-two year old Yuuri Katsuki travels to Italy to study photography. One day, while going around the city taking photos he gets lost and ends up at a coffee shop, ultimately meeting one Victor Nikiforov who would take him all around Florence, showing him what life and love are really all about. Italian Victor… I mean?? So perfect!
#baristalife by fan_nerd, Mature, 9.6k Victor, proud owner of Muse café and roastery, goes searching for a local bakery to buy sweets for his store. When he does, he finds Yutopia, a quaint little place tucked away in a small part of town. The good news is, he quickly becomes business partners with the lead patissier, Yuuri. This is an amazing fic, must read!
fixation by crunchrapsupreme, Mature, 3k Yuuri lets himself indulge during off-seasons, his body becoming softer and more plush once again, and Victor is incredibly distracted by it. I’m OBSSESED!
hold me in your arms tonight by isonala, Gen, 702 words After surgery, Victor wakes up with temporary amnesia and forgets he’s married to Yuuri. Quick read, and the fluffiest of fluff. Must read!
Going Down in History by ivelostallcontrolofmylife, Mature, 6.4k Viktor Nikiforov has absolutely no self control and a penchant for bad pickup lines. AKA Five Times Viktor Shamelessly Flirted With and Embarrassed Yuuri in Public, and the One Time He Got His Ass Absolutely Owned. OMG HAHA I LOVE THIS!
matcha cookie monstrosity by lunaetude, Gen, 1.6k Pretty Eyes pulls out an entire can of Monster Energy. ‘Could I get four shots of espresso, two pumps of matcha syrup, and this entire can.’ ‘…Are you sure you want that, sir.’ Just read this, it’s so fluffy!
I Wanted To Check by insatiablerealist, Gen, 4.2k Yuuri is an artist, Viktor is a ballet teacher, and they find themselves sharing an apartment in Barcelona. The only problem is they speak two different languages, but despite that, they fall in love. SO CUTE OMG
TBH the idea that all lesbians are mean bitter assholes who bully people for fun is horribly lesbophobic and it’s so fucked up that so many people on this damn website honestly think this.
On the other hand though, there’s this huge problem with white lesbians who are WAAAY to laid back and forgiving to other white lesbians who perpetuate racism. Often victimizing themselves or crying homophobia to avoid criticism.
TBH I’m not gonna lie, as a black lesbian I think white lesbians do have this problem with being so damn stuck up and haughty about their racist behaviors. It gets almost childish that there’s so many grown women on this site crying about being abused and bullied when all they need to do is say “I did something racist and I’m sorry”.
Every white lesbian that behaves like this (and Jesus it’s almost appalling how many of y'all are like this) do have this faux nihilistic persona and assume they can get away with everything as long as they joke about every valid criticism that comes their way.
So like I get these posts about how it’s lesbophobic to see lesbians as a whole as bitter, nasty bullies. But I’m so damn tired of white lesbians acting like it’s the same way when qwoc feel like they can’t trust them.
Imagine you are Klaus's wife and you are extremely tender hearted, causing you to cry a lot.
“Oh no. What is it this time, love?” Klaus questioned, as you walked in teary eyed. He regarded you with a bored tone, but the tight grip on of his pencil spoke volumes on his true feelings.
Centuries of marriage to you, taught Klaus not to jump to conclusions when you cried. A good skill to possessive when having a wife as tender- hearted and emotional as you. Klaus couldn’t count the number of heads that went rolling simply because he assumed someone upset you; rather than the actual reason: a dog getting a long with a kitten. Still control didn’t stop that initial bloodlust from appearing whenever tears welled up in your eyes… hence the pencil.
“Did someone offend you, my love? Kol, perhaps? I know how nasty my brother can be towards you.” He murmured, pushing a stray lock behind your ear.
You shook your head. “No. I just read this story of a man who died saving a little girl, he didn’t know. ”
A sigh escaped Klaus as he pulled you in close. “I thought we agreed you wouldn’t read those stories. They only make you cry.”
I’m sorry I keep making requests!! But I just love your work!!!!! 😍 Can I get a Jim Sappy one where you’re crying because you miss him and he tries to calm you down by sending cute pictures? Pleaseeeee???”
(This went a different direction than I planned, but I hope you like it! Giving you a little break from all this nastiness lol)
Nothing is ever easy with him, but this time he really crossed the line. If The Joker doesn’t care about anything at all, what is the point of you two being together? Unless…maybe he gives a damn about at least one thing.
You always drive back to Gotham on
lonely, deserted roads, trying to avoid traffic as much as possible.
“J, we’re close to our cabin, we
should stop and spend the night; just me and you, yes?” you smile, attempting to
be cheerful and lightening up the mood.
“I don’t feel like it!” he bitterly
replies, keeping his eyes on the road.
“We’re almost at the turn we have to
take to get there. Come on… please?”
“NO! I told you I don’t feel like
it!” he snarls, clenching his fingers on the steering wheel. You place your
hand on his thigh, caressing it with your thumb:
“Baby, it’s not my fault the meeting
didn’t go well.”
He pushes your hand away, still
fuming. You look outside the window and take a deep breath, watching the sun
going down behind the trees.
“J, come on, don’t be like this…You
know I love you,” you tilt your head towards him, hoping he will change his
“Right!!” he scoffs with a sour
expression on his face.
“What is that supposed to mean?” you
ask, getting restless.
“It means whatever you want it to
mean!” the Joker snaps, quickly glancing your way.“You don’t love me, nobody
does!” he hisses, being in such a foul mood he can barely concentrate on
“Yeah…I wonder why…” you mutter but
he heard you and it makes him even more enraged. You start massaging your
temples; you really don’t need this after all the stuff that happened lately.
“J…why did we get married?” you ask,
closing your eyes, thinking how much you wish your lives were different.
“Because we’re idiots, Y/N, that’s
why!” he angrily raises his voice, accelerating. “Thank God you had the miscarriage three months ago because the kid
would have probably had your attitude. I don’t think I could handle two of
He hears you sniffle and your voice
breaks down when you address him:
“Why…why do you say such cruel
things?” and you start sobbing, deeply hurt by his words. “Stop the car…” you
manage to speak through tears. “Stop the car!!!!” you suddenly hit the window
with your first and he slams the breaks, unnerved.
You get out fast, taking your wedding
ring off and tossing it in his lap:
“Here, consider yourself divorced!” you
slam the door, frantically wiping your tears. He just grunts, annoyed and
screams back at you:
“Fine! I don’t need you anyway!”
“I don’t need you either!” you yell,
whimpering, feeling so miserable you can’t wait for him to go away.
“I hope you die in these woods!” The
Joker growls, taking off in a frenzy, aggravated.
“I won’t give you the satisfaction!”
you shout, crossing your arms on your tummy, watching him disappear in the
distance. You turn around and start walking back towards the hidden unpaved,
unmarked road that leads to your cabin. It should be about 10-15 minutes away
by foot. You recently passed the spot by car so it shouldn’t be too far. Add
about 2 more hours of walking until you reach the destination and you should be
there before it gets really dark.
You walk rather slow, deep in
thought; being outdoors does make you feel a little bit better. It takes you
more than 2 hours, but you are finally at the hideout. You go inside and turn
the lights on, looking through your supplies to see what you could munch on.
You decide to make a tea and wrap yourself in a blanket, then head out
to the porch so you can enjoy the silence you crave so badly.
You have your little backpack with
you and search inside until you find the ultrasound picture you kept from when
it was confirmed you were pregnant. Your eyes get teary again and you kiss the
small image, talking to yourself:
“He only wishes you would have been like me…” you sadly smile and your grieving
is interrupted by the sound of tires approaching.
Oh, no, what is he doing here? you panic, covering your head with the hoodie in a failed effort
to calm down.
He gets out of the car and slams the
door as hard as he can, staring you down.
“W-what are you doing here?” you
inquire, shriveling down under your fluffy cover. J walks the stairs up to the
porch, barking your way:
“I wanted to see if you died on your
way here this way I can bury you. It would have given me great pleasure.”
“I’m not sorry to disappoint,” you sneer, still holding the little
picture to your chest.
“What’s that?” The Joker points
towards it, even if he already has an idea.
“Nothing you care about…”, you chew
on your words, making an extra effort to keep your composure as you return your
treasure to the backpack.
He takes a seat on the bench that’s
the furthest from you, legs up on the railing, trying to light up a cigarette when
you unexpectedly rush to yank it out of his hand and toss it to the ground,
stepping on it:
“You quit two years ago!”
“Give it a rest before you make me
mad!” J growls, taking out the full pack of cigarettes but you snatch it from
him, breaking and tearing it to pieces, frustrated about everything and taking
it on his nasty habit.
He takes a deep breath, trying not to
lose his temper and warns you:
“Stop your shit, Y/N, you’re pissing
You don’t even care and continue:
“Go back to Gotham, I want to be
alone! I don’t want you here, go away!” you shriek through your clenched teeth,
heading back inside, trying not to cry.
“I don’t care about what you want;
this is my hideout too!” you hear him grumble and don’t care for the rest since you
step inside the bathroom, closing the door. You are so ready for a shower and a
bit of sleep to calm down the tension you feel in every muscle of your body.
15 minutes into it and J parts the
curtain to the side, making you jump since you didn’t hear him sneak in.
“Make room, I want to take a shower
too,” he commands, getting inside.
“Go take a shower in the other
bathroom!” you plead, irritated he’s so inconsiderate.
“I like this one better!” he kind of
shoves you to the side, getting under the warm water.
“Fine, you can have it!” you give up,
grabbing your towel and step outside when he tries to snatch you.
“Where are you going? I wanna wash
your hair!” he angrily yells after you, unhappy you’re defiant…again.
“I already washed it myself!” you
slam the door and J continues his tirade, tossing shampoo and body wash bottles
around the bathtub in his tantrum.
I just need some peace and quiet, why can’t I have that? you think while resting your back against
the door for a few seconds, sensing your anxiety is going to reach new
The Joker took his time in there but
now he’s finally done. He searches for you inside the cabin but you are not
there. He peeks out of the window and notices you are dozing off on the couch to
the left side of the porch, covered in blankets. Perfect time to rant some more, you are definitely going to hear about
how much you annoyed him today!
But when he sees you are in a deep
sleep, something stops him. The corner of the ultrasound picture sticks out a
bit from under your pillow and he slowly pulls it out, glaring at it for a few
good minutes before putting it back with a remorseful sigh. He takes a deep
breath and grabs more blankets from the pile on the table and covers you
with them, keeping just one for himself. J also brings the gun from the car and seats
on the chair next to yours, awake all night because he believes a wild animal
might creep up on you.
When the first rays of sunshine
pierce through the thick fog, he finally loses the battle and closes his eyes,
exhausted. He wakes up three hours later, wrapped in a dozen blankets, not feeling
the cold he braved last night anymore; it gets so chilly in these woods after
He finds breakfast and hot coffee
inside but you are gone again. Probably
hiking at your favorite spot, J assumes, munching on a few goodies from his
plate. You’ve been away for a while and he decides to search for you, he
doesn’t even know why. You aren’t too far, just about a mile away behind the
cabin, legs crossed in the grass, reading a magazine under your umbrella and
enjoying the warm temperature. You hear him approach and you don’t lift your
eyes up. He doesn’t say a word and just imitates your position a few steps away
“What are you doing?” you coldly
question him, not thrilled of his presence.
“Nothing,” The Joker barely bothers
You exhale, turning the page and fighting
not to pay attention to his nonsense:
“You can’t stay in the sun, you know
you burn easily,” you grunt, indirectly inviting him to get lost.
“So? Why do you care? Mind your own
business!” and he lets himself go on his back, enjoying the hot sun.
“You’ll burn badly, go in the
shadow,” J distinguishes your low voice urging him to move.
He ignores your warning and after a
few more moments he opens his eyes to see your umbrella by his head, shielding
half of his body from the sun and you walking away.
She’s so obnoxious, I really hate her, is the
last thought he has before closing his eyes again and falling asleep shortly
after since he’s so tired.
You are nowhere to be found. The
Joker searched the cabin and around it but you vanished.
Good, maybe she fell from a cliff and my problems are done, he maliciously grins, relieved and
hoping for his wish to come true, but after a few seconds the evil smile
freezes on his lips as he notices your backpack is gone. And the small post-it
on the fridge he didn’t see before makes him cringe:
“I’m going back to Gotham.”
Crazy woman, walking alone in the woods, J growls, taking the car keys out of his pocket and heading
You discern the sound of the engine
getting closer and closer and quicken your pace, not understanding why you
can’t have a moment to yourself when you are very entitled to it. He passes you
by and turns the car sideways, slamming on the breaks, gets out of the car and
awaits your arrival, his blue eyes so dark it would make you hesitate on your
Yet you avoid looking at him and
attempt to go around when he rolls his eyes, fed up with your behavior and
stomps towards you, lifting you up and slamming you on the hood, making you
seat there against your will while you struggle to get down. J is blocking your
way, not budging when you struggle to escape.
“Where are you going, hm? Are you
really trying to get on my nerves?” he pins your hands behind your back,
watching tears of frustrations forming in your eyes but you are too strong to
let him win and swallow your vexation, finally looking at him.
“I’m walking back to Gotham,” you
mutter, defying his blue gaze.
“It’s a long walk, Doll,” he pushes
you up on the hood even more, making sure you can’t move.
“Why do you care? You don’t care about anything, not
even…about…” and you can’t control
yourself anymore and start sobbing, thinking about the mean things he said to
you yesterday that hurt you so much. J knows exactly what you are referring to
and sucks on his cheeks, gulping, finally speaking up on the subject:
“I did care about that…”
You shake your head in denial,
whimpering, dismissing his words so he repeats:
“I did care about that.”
“N-no you d-didn’t,” you cry harder
and The Joker sets your hands free, backing out just a bit so you can slide
down towards him.
“I did, I cared about that,” he insists, rolling up the sleeve on his left arm to
point out the huge “ELLIS” tattoo on his forearm. “Why do you think I got the
name on my skin and didn’t remove it? I will always keep it, do you hear me? I did care…” his voice breaks a bit and
wipes your tears, lifting your chin up, forcing you to look at him again.
Ellis is the name you two picked for the baby when you found out you were
pregnant, fit for a boy or a girl. You were so excited and over the moon you
didn’t have patience to wait any longer. But it wasn’t meant to be…
Since you can’t stop crying and he
grows impatient, J yanks you in his arms, hugging you while you want to push
“I did care…” he continues to whisper
in your ear over and over again until he feels your body relaxing and your arms
go around his waist, hugging him back really tight. Since you still won’t stop
crying, he caresses your hair, tightening his grip on you too. He senses tears
menacing to roll down his cheeks but he brushes the awkward feeling away,
because it’s not like him to show any weakness. Instead, he chooses to be The
Joker and he has to admit to himself it really takes a lot of effort this time
“…Say, Princess, are we still
“U-hum,” you manage to squeal,
sobbing on his chest.
“That’s too bad, I was hoping to get
some tonight,” and he kind of sadly smiles when you pinch his side.” Since I’m
here and you’re here, can we at least have an affair?”
“Stop your stupid jokes,” you scold
him, sniffling. He kisses your temple and helps you down, regaining his
posture, but still holds your hand.
He seems surprised when you push
yourself against his body and make him pay attention to what you have to say:
“You can lash out at me, but…” and
your voice shakes ”…you can’t say anything mean about our poor baby, do you
hear me?” There is so much pain and grief in your voice that he has no choice
but to nod yes.
“Don’t ever say anything mean about Ellis…
promise?” and you cup his face, waiting for the answer.
“I promise,” he agrees so fast he
“Good then, now you are allowed to
drive me back to Gotham,” you announce and take your backpack off,
going around the car to get in on the passenger’s side. “Did you lock the
“I did,” J reports and can’t help
bickering as he starts to drive away:
to drive you back, Pumpkin?! Like it’s what, a privilege??!!”
“Damn right it is!” you raise your
voice and look out the window, ignoring the outburst.
“Pffttt, lucky me…” he grumbles but
takes your hand and kisses it. You don’t object and scoot over towards him,
silently leaning your head on his shoulder.
“Hey, Kitten, are we still divorced?
Or do you want your ring back? I have it in my jacket.”
“I guess you’re allowed to give it
back to me when we get home,” you decide with an indifferent tone.
to give it back??! Like it’s what, a privilege??!” he mocks, taking the
turn towards the main road.
“Damn right it is!” you elbow him and
he frowns, aggravated:
“Pffttt, lucky me…”
“You are lucky!” you cut him off,
lifting your eyebrows with an attitude.
“Maybe just a little bit…” he admits and
it makes you smirk, clenching to his arm even more.
I swear to god, the people going “Everyone is whining about representation and romances and ruining my hype and I’m just trying to stay POSITIVE and RATIONAL and GOD can’t you just enjoy the game?!??!” are some of the nastiest, most privileged assholes who have no compassion or understanding and refuse to have any when given the opportunity.
So are the people defending the poor innocent devs from the evil, nasty and “toxic” ess-joos who DARE to ask for a Sara Ryder trailer. “Those people are so hard to please!” they cry, despite the fact that apparently that fucking trailer is so easy to make that they threw one together in 48 hours after the “outrage” and would’ve easily pleased the majority of us if it was released at the same time as the “default” one with Scott.
Protect those pure, precious devs from the evil and completely valid criticism!
Hey, get this: Maybe if the devs hadn’t been bragging about how they would focus on Sara this time around to balance out the old Male!Shep marketing (then going back on that promise to say that they would feature Scott and Sara equally, then forgetting that promise ENTIRELY and shitting out some token videos where she doesn’t speak and her face isn’t even visible) we wouldn’t be demanding that they DO WHAT THEY SAID THEY WOULD DO.
BioWare likes to talk big about how they’re all about representation and listening to fans, but when we actually try to be heard, we’re always branded as whiners and complainers who are impossible to please. That’s because we’re the wrong fans, the bad fans. They want our money but our opinions we can keep to ourselves.
“Can’t you just enjoy the game??!!”
No, we can’t, and that’s the point. Because we are not you. We want to “just” enjoy the game, desperately, but every time we try, the fandom, the devs or the game remind us that even in fiction, we’re still not as important as the default straight white cis dudes. Every time we tell the devs how they could try to make the game more welcoming for everyone and thus easier to “just enjoy”, every time we tell them how and why something was hurtful or offensive, we’re branded as whiners with an agenda.
Fuck, we still have to remind them that women exist. We have to demand that they include a trailer featuring a white woman, which is seen by some to already be “too much” progress, too politically correct, too pandering. Those nasty toxic people asking too much of the poor, hardworking devs! The trailers have always featured a male lead, why should this be any different all of a sudden?
You assholes saying that we shouldn’t “whine” don’t realize you have the luxury of not whining. Because your needs are always, always catered to.
If you really wanted everyone to “just enjoy” the game, you’d help us and demand good representation. But you don’t: You just want us to shut up.
We won’t. Because this is how progress is made, by screaming angrily at idiots who only listen when their asses get burned.
Story Summary: After getting hurt on a hunt, Sam reminds you how beautiful you are.
Author’s Note: This story is for @sammyisapuppy and her Sam’s Birthday/Fluff Appreciation Challenge!! My prompt was:
Why are you crying? All I said was you look beautiful.
Warnings: Just a tiny little bit of angst, just to get to the fluff!
Sam Winchester was the type of man you had always hoped you would end up with. Caring, to the point he would gladly give up his own concerns, his own life if it meant that you would be safe and happy. Loving, even if he wasn’t exactly sure how to show it, the man was very loving. Then there was the empathy, always being able to connect with those hurting, to give them comfort when they needed it the most.
All of these things made Sam seem like a marshmallow. Sweet with no bite. Which made you laugh. Sure, he was sweet and kind. Funny and smart. But he was also a complete badass, who could handle a knife or a gun better than those trained in military. He faced Death on a daily basis, with nerves of steel.
Put all of these things together, and Sam was a man unlike any other. Add the fact that he was drop dead gorgeous, and he was definitely one of a kind. With his shiny mahogany locks, and his ever changing hazel eyes, along with that slightly crooked smile of his, and he had women drooling over him all across the country. But he was yours, and yours alone. Which was a fact you still had a hard time accepting.
Those are the first words I ever read. I woke to them every day for many years. They were written on a sign. The sign was hung above the opposite row of bunks in the Sleeping Barn. I have no memories from before the farm; I assumed I was born there.
None of the children there knew why we were here or where we came from…nobody even knew how long we had been at the farm. Some children aged. Some didn’t. I can’t remember much, but that’s what happens when you are not given too much to remember.
I don't understand how anyone can like Malia, I'm not hating, but I've never liked her, Shelley Hennig is women out for attention, she was Miss Teen USA 2004, they're only out because they want to saw the world their bodies, how has she got any pride? She can't actually act, it's so cringe worthy and hard to watch, I mean when she was crying over her dead sister and mum, completely unrealistic! How can you like Malia with Shelley playing her?
Look here, nothing is going to turn me against Shelley Hennig, she is my idol and I adore her. As for you nasty comments about Miss Teen USA, that’s a bit over the top, considering some of them are intelligent and go on to do great things; Shelley started speaking publicly a lot about how she doesn’t agree with underage drinking, she still publicly does now. Shelley answers for Miss Teen USA were also very well educated and you can tell looks aren’t her favorite thing about her; she has spoken about how she is a Tomboy and how Malia is too, that why she cut her hair for season 5.
Onto the other point that blew me away…..you’re saying she can’t act? Sorry I can’t compute that, currently she is the only Teen Wolf female to win an award for best female, along with her cast mates Tyler Posey (Teen Choice: male star) and Dylan O’Brien (Teen Choice: Best villain, scene stealer, male star) who have also won Teen Choice Awards for their Teen Wolf performances.
And I think this will demonstrate her acting skills:
This scene was one of the scenes that sealed the deal on me shipping Stalia forever and causing me a lot of pain in the process; it is clear that her and Dylan have a lot of chemistry as friends as this was more believable than the stuff strdia produce:
Malia is not one to cry, but when she does her performance is impeccable and makes me break down each time.
She is also one who can crack me with her boyish attitude and funny habits:
Onto the comment that bothered me most, I think you were referring to this scene when Malia sees her dead Mother and sister, how is an actor meant to act when they see fictional dead family; are they meant to overact and scream?? She does it calmly and full of pure emotion, you can see how much this scene pains her, in more ways than one, her lip quivering, her holding her breath.
If you’d done any research in Shelley, you’d know that when she was fourteen, she lost one of her elder brothers in a car accident, this is the reason she is so publicly against drunk-driving, I know actors personally at my college and they all say that they use their own experiences to help them act out a scene, did you even stop for one minute to think that maybe her acting in this scene, was guided by her own personally lost? The characters died in an accident, a lot like her brother and I really think Shelley broadcast that emotion in that scene.
All in all, I can’t imagine anyone else as Malia Tate:
Ok so I actually thought this one would be harder than I
thought, but it went smoothly so I hope you all enjoy it!
Warning: a few cusses (maybe just one)
Anon Request: I absolutely love your writing!!! I was
wondering if you could do a mitch marner imagine where some fans are being mean
to you and you get really upset about it and Mitch cheers you up? Thanks!!
know what he sees in you!’ 'Fatso!’ and 'Ugly!’ were not exactly the comments
you were hoping for, but ones you were expecting.