i will say whatever i please

anonymous asked:

ive sent you anoymous stuff a lot and you called me satan bc the mini storys (whatever the fuck you call them idk ) and i was satan on the stories and i sent the other chase killing anti and i would to apologise for being evil . i just like really dark stories and stuff with a dark twitst

Please don’t apologize for anything, my friend. /I’m/ sorry. I say that in a playful way to basically everyone who sends me stuff like that and I hope it didn’t come off as rude or anything!

Dark stories are the best kind of stories, so please, feel free to send any others to me! I’d love to see them. :)

anonymous asked:

My mom discovered the term triggered and she uses it in the way where someone says something and then the other person gets all mock-offended and says triggered or whatever, (please stop trying to use slang mom) but whenever I tell her that it's not a joke and that triggers are a real thing that affect people's lives and joking about it really isn't a cool thing to do, she just says that they need to get over it etc. how do I explain what it is so she won't do that anymore?

i suggest sitting her down and explaining to her how it affects people. i honestly can’t even tell my therapist that i’ve been triggered now because of the connotation the word now carries. explain in a calm voice and ask if she can at least avoid using it around you. if she doesn’t listen… well… i’m sorry…

-mm

a word about head canons...

since the release of the keith vlog the voltron tags have been flooded with head canons regarding keith having autism. great! i’m all for projecting, but i understand that there are people out there who are not and everybody is entitled to their own opinion on the matter. if you do not particularly like autistic keith head canons, for whatever reason that may be, please black list it for a while. everybody has the right to head canon what they choose. i understand that some people don’t enjoy the content being shoved down their throats, so again, i advise you to black list ‘autistic keith’ or just ‘keith’ for a while until it dies down. we can’t ask people to respect our head canons and then disrespect theirs.

-mod oriole

look, I’m not saying that not liking Taylor Swift revokes your right to call yourself a feminist. 

but I am saying that most of the reasons people are shitting on her comes from deeply internalized misogyny, no matter how much they deny this.

If you hate TS’s new song because you think she’s

a. crying for attention

b. being immature

c. being too petty / needs to “get over” kimye / katy perry / whatever 

then please, ask yourself why no one ever, ever, ever shits on male musicians for writing songs that not only shit on other artists, but even call them out by their name. Like, Drake vs. Meek Mill or Eminem vs. well, you name it. People go crazy over that shit. These male artists are seen as bad ass and savage for doing something that YOU’RE ALL SHITTING ON TAYLOR SWIFT FOR DOING. 

Not to mention, no one ever shit on Kanye for demeaning Taylor in his song, “Famous,” SEVEN years after the vma award show “incident.” He was still going on about it, and no one told him to “move past it.” Why? You know why. Because men can respond to their own experiences in whatever way they want to. And according to you guys, women can only respond to their own experiences in one acceptable way. AKA not being “petty,” and just shutting the fuck up. Because like, who wants to hear women talk anyways? lets leave that for the men, right? 

Please check your internalized misogyny at the door and allow Taylor Swift to respond to her own experiences in whatever way she wants, because you all allow men that exact same luxury without endlessly shitting on them. 

I like to think that Angus still does detective work after Story and Song. It seems like something he was really proud of, so I don’t think he’d give it up completely. Of course, he has so much else going on in his life now that he’s probably more selective with his cases - ones that need to be solved quickly, interesting ones, ones that have everyone else stumped, that kind of thing. And it’s usually not murder cases anymore, so it’s a much safer line of work.

Angus also now has an enviable list of consultants.

“Good morning, Taako! I had a question about a seasoning that I haven’t heard of before, but I thought you might be familiar with it? It’s called - what? It’s not… it’s not that early in the morning, it’s almost noon! …I’m sorry I woke you.”

“Thank you for calling me back, Magnus! I actually had a question about woodworking, specifically… oh? Yes, I remember the new puppies. Wait, really? You mean it? Thank you so much! I, I can’t keep a dog on campus, would it be okay if it stays with you?”

“Mavis, could you ask your dad if Pan worshippers are required to keep a garden? And if a garden of exclusively poisonous plants is acceptable? Oh, no, I have his number it’s just that he’s not answering again…”

“Good evening, Madame Lucretia! I, I was wondering, the view from the moon base lets you see the layout of Neverwinter pretty clearly, right? So, if a street wasn’t marked on any official maps, you’d still be able to see it from there, right? …yes ma’am, school is going very well. It’s not a dangerous case, I promise, and I’m being very careful.”

“Lup? I’m glad I caught you! I had a question, if you don’t mind, about explosives? Do you know how much magic power it would take to level a building, say, three stories high? …Lup? No, no you don’t have to test it! Please don’t actually blow up a building! That would be very bad!”

“Barry, I’m sorry I know this is very sudden but can you please stop Lup from doing whatever it is she’s about to do because I think it might involve blowing up a building and now she won’t answer her stone?”

“Kravitz? I know this is a strange question, but how can you tell a real skeleton from a fake one? …um, thank you for that, but I don’t really want to get that close. It has a sword. And I guess I should have mentioned this first, but it’s actually swinging that sword at me right now? I… would appreciate some help, yes, thank you.”

The actual helpfulness of these consultants is sometimes questionable.

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[ insp ]

this last earthquake hit mexico city, puebla, morelos, mexico state, guerrero, oaxaca, even as far as veracruz, queretaro, jalisco… a big part of southern mexico. 140+ people have lost their lives. mexico city took the hardest hit because its foundation used to be a lake. 

i know it’s tempting but if your first reaction is “the world is ending” or “mother nature is really angry at us” or whatever, please keep it to yourself. it’s insensitive and disrespectful and particularly with the second one it sounds like you’re placing the blame on us/we’re being punished for something we’re not responsible for. the last thing people who have lost their homes, their families and their feeling of safety is to feel like it’s somehow their fault.

i can safely say this is the scariest earthquake i have ever lived through and it’s been one of the most emotionally exhausting days of my life. 

if you’re the praying type, keep us in your prayers. if you’re not, keep us in your thoughts. reblog donation posts or donate if you can, check up on your friends in southern mexico.

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*fart noise*

What I say: I’m fine.
What I mean: Ben Platt has suffered so much from his role as Evan Hansen, not only do all of the shows mess up his voice and health, he also has adapted harmful habits like nail biting and hunched posture and increased anxiety from having played Evan so often and so he has to go to physical therapy, not to mention all the times he has cried on stage, and yet people are rude to him when he is too tired to greet his ‘fans’ or whatever, wth is wrong with people, please be okay Ben Platt, I love you so much-

chris evans has the same dreams as a ten year old girl and I LOVE HIM FOR IT

I love you.

Originally posted by harrysimpact

Her.

All wrong.


This is the third and final part to my soulmate story. The other parts can be found above. Let me know what you think.xxx


“No!” her scream echoed around Harry’s apartment, the pain in her voice cutting through him and making his heart clench.
“Harry, no.” it was a whimper now and Harry pressed his eyes shut, hoping that when he opened them again everything would be okay.
But that didn’t happen. Y/N fell to her knees, the loud thump making Harry turn around and stare at her in shock. The sight in front of him reminded him of last night, when he was the one to drop down on his knees and sob until his lungs were begging him to stop.
Y/N curled in on herself, making herself as small as possible. Her loud cries were heartbreaking and Harry wasn’t sure if she was able to breath anymore because her loud gasps didn’t sound like she was able to take in any air.
He kneeled down in front of her, one hand on her knee, his thumb stroking over the fabric of her skinny jeans.
“You have to calm down or you’ll make yourself sick.” he told her.
But her sobs didn’t die down, if anything they only got worse.
“Alright.” he sighed and lifted her up with one hand underneath her knees and one underneath her arms.
She wrapped her arms around his neck then, crying into his shoulder. Harry walked her to his living room, sitting down with her on his lap. He slung a blanket over her body because he knew that always comforted her.
He stroked her head, his fingers playing with her hair. It took time but after a while she stopped sobbing and gasping for air, her breathing still ragged but almost normal.
“I m-made a mistake.” she said after a while.
Harry didn’t say anything, he decided to let her talk and not interrupt her.
“I know I should have told him. But I was so goddamn nervous. I’ve been with him for two years now, it just seems unfair to me to break up with him so sudden. He stood in front of me yesterday and he was so happy to see me and… I just couldn’t do it.”
Harry thought for a moment. Of course he knew it wouldn’t be easy for her but didn’t she know that it wasn’t easy for him either?

“You didn’t have to have sex with him.”
“I know. I know I shouldn’t have done it but… I needed comfort. I felt like no matter what I do, it’s wrong. I just needed to forget everything for a bit.”
“But you knew that I would feel it. I told you.” Harry scoffed.
“I-I hoped you wouldn’t.”
Harry shook his head and let her glide from his lap, bending forward to rest his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands.
“Do you even know what that did to me? You ripped my fucking heart out. I spent forever in the shower to somehow get rid of that feeling of you with another man but it didn’t help. I’ve never cried so hard. I felt you having sex with him before but now that I met you, now that I kissed you… You cheated on me. You did the one thing you never were supposed to do.”
Y/N eyes were cast down to the floor, starring at god knows what.
“I…” Harry stopped, he didn’t know if he wanted to tell her.
But he had to.
“I don’t feel you anymore.”
Y/N screwed her eyes shut, her head shaking from side to side.
“I… don’t have that feeling in my chest anymore.”
Y/N got up from the couch and stood in front of the big window, starring outside.
Harry cleared his throat and got up as well.
“Maybe it’d be be best you’d lea-”
“What do I have to do to make this right?” she whirled around.
“I don’t know.” Harry sighed.
“There has to be something, Harry.”
“You destroyed us.” he smiled sadly.
“I don’t think you can do anything.”
“You can’t stop loving your soulmate, that’s not possible.” she shook her head.
Harry stared at her. She started to walk over to him, cupping his face in her hands.
“I still feel you. I still have that feeling in my chest.”
Harry had to admit that her touch did something to him.
“Just tell me what to do.” she begged.
He hesitated for a moment. The thoughts in his mind swirling around.
“We’ll go to your place. And I’ll wait with you until he comes home. You tell him.”
She nodded her head furiously.
“Anything.”
“But I can’t promise you that that’ll make everything okay again.”
She smiled sadly but nodded.
She gazed into his eyes for a few more moments, before she leaned in to kiss him. But Harry whipped his head to the side so she could only reach his cheek. She closed her eyes with frustration, but pressed her lips against his skin harder.
“I brought breakfast. Maybe we could eat that before we go?” she asked him, somewhat nervous because she was sure that she couldn’t take another rejection.
“‘Course.” he agreed.

To say that breakfast was awkward would be an understatement. It was literally horrible. They sat across from each other, none of them knowing what to say or what to do.
When her phone dinged with a message she felt Harry tense up. Of course he knew who it was from.
“What does he say?” he asked with fake nonchalance, it may sound cruel but Y/N was glad that he reacted like that.
“He’s leaving work early. He’s home in an hour.” she told him, leaving out the 'I love you.’ he ended the message with.
“Then we’ll have to go.” Harry said and got up from his seat.
“Yeah.”

Once they arrived Y/N was shaking with nerves. Nothing was safe now. What would Matthew do when she told him? Hit Harry? Yell at her? Insult her?
And what would Harry do afterwards? Leave and never come back? Realize that he still didn’t feel anything?
She was scared. So incredibly scared.
When Matthew arrived it was like time stood still. He closed the door behind him and stared at Harry and Y/N, how he sat at the kitchen table with a frown and how she whirled around from where she was leaning against the kitchen counter.
“Um… hi?” Matthew said, confusion clear in his voice.
“Hi.” Y/N breathed.
“Who’s that?” he asked, referring to Harry.
“That’s Harry.”
They nodded at each other briefly as a way of greeting.
“My soulmate.”
Matthews eyes snapped to Y/N’s and lips parted with shock.
“Oh?”
“Yeah.” she nodded.
“Well… it was about time, eh?” Matthew started to smile, a genuine one.
Y/N stared at him dumbfounded, like she couldn’t believe her ears.
“It’s nice to meet you.” Matthew said and walked over to Harry, outstretching his hand for him to shake.
“Nice to meet you too, mate.” Harry grinned softly and grabbed his hand.
“Probably not that nice, hm?” Matthew looked at him sympathetically.
“What do you mean?” Harry asked.
“I mean… My significant other has a boyfriend too and it rips my heart out. Probably the same for you.”
Harry nodded softly, his eyes catching Y/N’s who looked at both of them with wonder.
“So you two met today?”
“Um, no.” Harry replied.
“No?” Matthew asked and looked to Y/N.
“We… we met yesterday.” she answered.
“Oh.”
It was quiet for a moment, everyone seemingly lost in their own thoughts until Matthew realized that if they met yesterday…
“Wait. Yesterday?”
Y/N and Harry both nodded.
“But… but we had…”
“Yep.” Harry nodded, popping the 'p’.
“Oh goodness.” Matthews’s eyes widened.
“I’m so sorry, mate. I didn’t know.”
“It’s not your fault.” Harry stared directly at Y/N.
She closed her eyes and looked away.
“Um… I guess I’ll better leave now, yeah? I think you two have a lot to talk about. I’m going to get my stuff the next few days.”
“Okay.” Y/N whispered.
“I really am sorry, mate.” Matthew told Harry, patting his shoulder once.
“Take care of her, yeah?”
Harry nodded with a tight lipped smile.
And seconds later the door closed behind Matthew.
Harry got up from his seat, the chair creating an uncomfortable sound against the floor.
He stood in front of Y/N with his arms crossed, starring her down.
“I-I didn’t know he would react like that.” she stuttered.
“What did you think would happen, hm? That he would yell at you? For meeting your soulmate?”
Y/N stayed silent because she knew whatever she would say it wouldn’t help her.
“You’re really not making this easy on me, you know? I don’t know what I’m supposed to so with all this.” he spoke, his voice gentle now.

He sighed when he saw her starring at the ground, her bottom lip wobbling. He took a step forward, his hands touching her upper arm softly.
“I want to love you. I want to love you with every fiber of my being and start a happy life with you. But I don’t know if I can do that.”
“Can we at least try?” she whimpered.
“Love…”
“Please. We can take it slow, as slow as you want. I’d do everything to make you forgive me. Please.” she begged.
“I need time, okay? Time to think.”
She closed her eyes briefly, the thought of not seeing him for some time too much.
“Anything you want.” she agreed nonetheless.
Harry nodded and smiled softly at her before he leaned down. Y/N gasped, thinking he’d kiss her but his kiss only landed on her cheek.
And seconds later her front door fell shut.



The first day she didn’t see him wasn’t easy for her but she handled it.
It wasn’t any easier for him either but he pushed through it.
The second day was much worse, her chest felt like it was tightening in on her and her body was shaking the whole day.
Harry felt like he couldn’t breath, his lungs struggling and his headache getting worse with every minute.
The third day was the worst, Y/N was feeling dizzy and weak. Her body not being able to move a lot before her limps gave out.
Harry felt hot all over but cold at the same time. He wasn’t able to eat or do anything really because he was sure he would faint.
But he had to do something.
One thing.
He drove over to her place even though he was shaking so much he couldn’t even hold the stirring wheel still.
He knocked against the door and gasped when she opened immediately. She looked even worse than he imagined. She was still breathtakingly beautiful but she looked in pain. So much pain.
“Oh, my love.” he whimpered and closed the little gap between them, wrapping her in a bone crashing hug.
She slung her arms around his neck and breathed him in, finally feeling like she was able to survive again.
He pulled away from her a bit, only so much to close the door behind him and look at her.
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for what I did to you. Of course, I love you. God, I don’t even know how I could think that I don’t. I think I just pushed that feeling away because I was so heartbroken and hurt and mad and… I’m so sorry.” Harry spoke, taking forever to get the words out.
“You have nothing to be sorry for, you hear me?” she cupped his cheeks.
“But-”
“No. You did absolutely nothing wrong. The only person who needs to apologize is me. What I did was the worst thing I could have ever done to you. I hurt you so much and I don’t think I can ever make that up to you. But I want you to know that I love you. I love you with everything I have and that won’t ever change.”
“I love you too.” Harry whispered.
Y/N smiled at him and stroked over his cheek with the back of her hand.
Harry gazed deeply into her eyes for a few more moments before he leaned in and connected their lips in a soft and loving kiss. Fireworks erupted behind their eyelids, butterflies in their tummies coming to life and their heartbeats speeding up.
“Show me. Show me how much you love me.” Harry whimpered when they parted again.
“Harry.” Y/N gasped.
“Please.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Just… not here.” he mumbled, his cheeks turning pink.
Y/N understood and nodded, threading her fingers through his.
“Then let’s go to your place.”


They bursted through the door once they arrived, kissing passionately and not parting for a single second. Harry led her through his apartment, claiming her mouth with his and stopping every few moments to pull her tight against his body and feel her closer.
Once they reached Harry’s bedroom he didn’t know what to do anymore. He never did this before and he was nervous, he didn’t want to mess up.
But Y/N made him feel safe with her. She was gentle with him and loving. She kissed over his chest once she removed his shirt, making him feel warm inside. She guided him to do the same and once he threw her shirt to the floor he did, kissing over every inch of her soft skin.

She helped him open her bra, letting the straps fall from her shoulders and throwing the thing across the room, as far away as possible. Harry pressed her chest against his with his hands on her back, moaning softly when her skin came in contact with his.
Y/N’s hand wandered lower after a bit of time, palming him over the fabric of his tight jeans before squeezing briefly and causing another moan to fall from his swollen lips.
She opened the button of his jeans when he seemed okay with it, pulling the zipper down right after. Harry wiggled the tight fabric from his legs, throwing it behind himself before he began kissing her body again, over her bare breasts to her tummy and to the waistline of her jeans. He opened them slowly and pulled them down, gasping softly when his fingers brushed against her soft legs.
Y/N guided his face to hers, covering his mouth with hers and making him press against her, the bulge in his boxers rubbing against her panty covered crotch.
She let her hand wander into his boxers, moaning when she felt how hard and warm he was. And how thick.
She couldn’t take it anymore then, needing to see him. She pulled his boxers down, freeing him and watching how his cock slapped against his stomach with how hard he was. He was so incredibly big, the bulbous head of him leaking precum and smearing it on his skin.
She touched him, letting her index finger run over the very prominent vein on the underside of him and watching how he twitched at the contact.
Harry stared at her, how she seemed so fascinated by him. He groaned when she took him in her hand, not able to wrap her whole hand around him because he was just so goddamn big. She moved her hand up, twisting it once she reached his tip and stroking down again. Harry’s mouth was opened in a silent moan, his eyes rolling back when her thumb stroked over his slit and gathered his precum.
She stopped then, knowing that if she kept going this would be over before it even started. Harry looked down at her with glassy eyes, already looking absolutely fucked out. He hooked his thumbs into her panties and pulled them down her legs, gasping once he saw her completely naked.
She spread her legs for him, letting him crawl in between them. He stared at her. Her pussy was pink and glistening with her arousal, some of it dripping from her. Her stroked his middle finger in between her lips, gathering some of her wetness and licking it off with his tongue. She tasted amazing. He spread her lips apart with two fingers and pressed a kiss against her, grinning when she moaned for him.
Even though he never did this before he let his feeling guide him and it seemed he did good by the way she got even wetter and moaned underneath his mouth. But she pulled him away once she was close to reaching her peak, pulling him up by his hair and looking at him with wide eyes.
He crawled up her body, hovering over her before leaning down and pressing a kiss to her lips, making her taste herself on him.
“You’re so good, Harry.” she whimpered once they parted, wonder evident in her voice.
He grinned at her, before kissing her again and reveling in the way she reacted to it, her back arching and a quiet moan vibrating against his lips.
“I-I don’t have a condom.” he suddenly realized, his eyes widening.
“I don’t either.” she sighed and Harry already closed his eyes in frustration, his head dropping to her chest in defeat.
“But I’m on the pill and clean, I promise.” she told him, making him lift his face to look at her.
“I’m clean too but… is that really safe? I mean-”
“It is. Just pull out.” she told him and Harry nodded.
“Are you sure?” he asked her one more time.

“100 percent.” she answered in an instant.
Harry took ahold of him and lined him up with her entrance, rubbing his tip over her slit a few times to gather her wetness before he slipped it inside, watching with wonder how her eyes rolled back in pleasure. He pushed in then, slowly but forcefully until he was completely inside of her, his balls pressed against her ass.
She pulled him even deeper with her heels digging into the small of his back, making him hover over her.
“You’re so big.” she whimpered, moaning when he thrusted the tiniest bit.
“And you’re so goddamn tight.” he told her and began to pull out slowly until only the tip of him was inside her before thrusting back in to the hilt and making her scream in pure pleasure.
Harry took it slow and made sure she was able to feel every inch of him inside of her, filling her up. He loved the feel of her warm and slick walls around him, how they clamped down on him once she got close and got even tighter.
He rubbed her clit then, making sure to make her cum as hard as possible. With his hips snapping against hers, his relentless circles against her bundle of nerves and his encouragements to let go she came. And she came hard. She trashed around, moaning into the air, her eyes rolling back and her pussy squeezing Harry’s cock. He followed soon after, pulling out in the last second, pumping his cock in his fist and groaning loudly when cum spurted from his tip and landen on Y/N’s body, painting her tummy with thick and hot streaks.
Once he milked himself for everything he got Y/N dipped her fingers into his cum and licked it off, cleaning her whole tummy like that while Harry watched with wide eyes.
“Goddamn.” he whispered what made her giggle.

He pressed a kiss to her lips before he dropped to the mattress beside her, his mind not seeming to comprehend what just happened.
“Where the hell did you learn to fuck like that?” she asked him after a moment, making him choke on air.
“I haven’t- I mean I told you I never did this before.”
“Then you’re a natural.” she stated.
He didn’t say anything, the blush creeping up his neck towards his cheeks.
“Seriously.” she said and turned onto her stomach to look at him.
“That was the best sex I ever had.” she told him and stroked his flushed cheek.
“Wasn’t exactly making love, eh?” he giggled after a moment.
“No. Not really.” she grinned back and leaned down to press her lips against his.
“We’ll do that during round two.”
And just like that everything was how it was supposed to be.

Bird Squad

Request:

Requests are open? Yay! Could we get one where reader has real feathery wings and her and Sam get into a argument about whose wings are better? Meanwhile Clint is freaking out that the Bird Squad is arguing (him, y/n, and Sam) and the rest of the team gets dragged into the argument.


Sam has created a chatroom: Birds Assemble

Sam has added Y/N, Clint.

Clint: Caw caw?

You: Caw, caw caw?

Sam: Omg guys stop.

Clint: You did name the chat “Birds Assemble.”

You: You have no one else but yourself to blame.

Clint: Why are we assembling?

Sam: I need you to finally decide who has the best wings.

You: Clint doesn’t need to decide because he knows my wings are the best. RIGHT, CLINT?

Clint: Let’s not argue. You both have beautiful wings.

Sam:

Sam: Majestic wings, equally majestic booty.

Clint: Did you have a photoshoot just for your wings?

Sam:

Sam: Here’s Y/N, and her wings. I think this speaks for itself. Spotted next to her is Clint. Too afraid to agree with me.

You: BECKY MEANS WELL, DON’T BRING HER INTO THIS.

You: Your wings are basically a glorified jetpack.

Sam: Excuse me, BECKY?

Sam: JETPACK?

You: IT’S A JETPACK, SAM, WITH RETRACTABLE WINGS.

Clint: C'mon, man, leave Y/N alone. And Y/N, don’t you know you shouldn’t call his wings a jetpack!

You: Yeah, leave my MORE MAJESTIC WINGS ALONE. I won’t listen to HIS LIES.

Sam: Talking LIKE THIS won’t help your DENIAL about MY WINGS.

You: It’s for EMPHASIS. I have ACTUAL wings. With feathers! Not some metal contraption!

Sam: Look at how SLEEK and ELEGANT mine are. One gust of wind and all your feathers are ruffled. Not to mention you’re always dropping a few around the base.

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Look ok I know loads of people are mad that canonically Andreil never say the words ‘I love you’. And I’ve seen people argue for them saying it, at least just the once, and I’ve seen people argue against and say that they say other things that they know mean ‘I love you’ like ‘stay’ and ‘always’. And I think both groups have really good points but when I first read that in the extra content, I didn’t read it as ‘they say other things that mean I love you’ or that ‘they must say it at least once’. I read it as ofc they love each other; they have that feeling the chemicals or whatever you classify love as. But the actual words themselves couldn’t mean jack shit to them. Love didn’t mean jack shit to them.

 When they say ‘stay’ or ‘always’ or ‘I won’t let you let me be’ they mean exactly what they’re saying, nothing more, nothing less. You mean to tell me that Andrew “Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t blow you” Minyard wouldn’t just straight up say ‘I love you’ if he wanted to? Yes it’s a sore point in his history, but not in comparison to something like ‘please’, or ya know, actual sex which is something he works on with Neil to the point where they actually have sex before they’re even out of university. You can’t tell me ‘I love you’ would be more of a trigger than that. Like. Andrew doesn’t say ‘I love you’ because it doesn’t mean as much as other things he could say. Saying ‘I love you’ wouldn’t be a milestone, it would be a step back. It would be cheapening this huge incredible nothing he has with Neil into something any old person could experience.

 As for Neil, who’s sort of the words to Andrew’s action (though that’s not to say Andrew doesn’t speak or Neil doesn’t act) he’s probably more prone to waxing lyrics about this nothing between them, especially because grounding touch isn’t always possible for Andrew so he has to use words instead, but you know he always says the right words to Andrew. Not the words Andrew expects, but always the right ones. ‘I love you’ wouldn’t be the right ones, and I don’t think Neil would need to say them, because it wouldn’t be something that would surprise Andrew. I don’t think Andrew’d stiffen in surprise or tell Neil to shut up; I genuinely think Andrew would just be like “duh”. ‘I love you’ doesn’t mean anything permanent, doesn’t indicate that Neil wants Andrew in his life forever. Permanence would be the kind of thing that would mean something to Andrew, that someone wants him, Andrew Minyard, who only knows how to destroy, to willingly wrecking ball through their life. Why would Neil say ‘I love you’ when he could say ‘I miss you’ or ‘I believe you can be gentle’, things that prove he knows what Andrew really needs and wants to hear.

Anyway I have a lot of feelings but I will continue to happily read fics on any opinion of this, this is just mine.

anonymous asked:

Whats your opinion on the headcanon that bakugou is hard of hearing because of how loud his explosions are? If you dont mind my asking

I think I answered this q on this blog already? Maybe? But anyway, I don’t exactly mind it, but I can’t say I share the headcanon myself - for one, because I’m of the opinion that their bodies are built to withstand a safe use of their quirks (a bit like you can’t break a leg by simply walking, you know), so in general I’m not a fan of headcanons that include damages caused by simply doing what their bodies were born to do? 

But also because generally, even under the assumption that his body isn’t made to hold up with his explosions, isn’t it awfully convenient how only his ears take damage in these scenarios? What about his eyes? How come he can still see with no problems even with the continuous exposure to the explosions’ light? How about his hair? How come he can stand so close to fire without it ever being damaged by it? His palms have thicker skin and we know that thanks to his UA file, but what about the rest of his body? How come he can stand smack in the middle of an Howitzer Impact without getting even slightly burnt? When you say “only his ears aren’t made to withstand his explosions” what you’re telling me is that his whole body is tailord to deal with his quirk but his ears, and that just feels unrealistic to me - by which I mean, when this is the scenario we’re talking about, you can’t give the fault of the damage to Bakugou’s quirk. It’s a problem his body has, not a natural consequence of having that sort of quirk. And imho with those premises you sort of end up with a different kind of story, you’re supposed to write it differently - that’s what I think, at least

Anon said: Maybe the reason Baku raises his voice so often is because he can’t hear very well, which isn’t due to his explosions, rather, he was born with bad hearing to protect him from taking damage by them.. and then his other senses are sharper to even it out, and his body can even subconsciously notice air vibrations, resulting in really fast reflexes.

Ah, this is also another reason why I’m not a huge fan of the headcanon - don’t get me wrong! If you like it then go on, I’m not trying to stop anyone from enjoying ideas and possibilities!! But personally I like Bakugou not having any reason to be loud-mouthed and rude, that’s just his personality and how the environment he grew up in made him, and lately I’ve seen the hc used to justify his behaviour more than I like? Bakugou being an asshole is just who he is, and I love it! I love that his life made him like that and I love that he’s working hard to fix that flaw, giving him an external reason, something he has no control over, to justify his personality changes the core of his character too much, and that’s not something I’d ever want to do tbh

And it’s also cool to think that he was somewhat genetically engineered to be better in a fight to compensate for a lack of earing (though again, why only his ears and not his eyes or his sense of tact too), but that goes to cut on all the hard work he put in becoming as good as he is, right? If that’s what you like than who am I to stop you! But Bakugou’s hardworking nature is one of the things I love about him, I don’t really feel like taking away from him all the effort and work he put through the years in becoming as good as he is now

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red, 1: confession

» pairing: min yoongi x reader

» genre: angst (most genres will be touched upon as the drabbles continue)

» request: myg + dealing with cheating 

» word count: 1,529

» note: I decided to do this request as a drabble series as opposed to a one-shot or actual series bc I feel that taking broken glimpses at the relationship will be much more effective than a straight forward linear telling. Also most of them will be longer than this one, but it’s more of just an introduction to the story!

“I slept with someone.”

The four words that were said to you all of those months ago, wrapped in the static of cellphone towers that were trying to connect the two of you from across oceans. You remembered choking out a broken and fragmented, “W-what did you say?” Because for some reason you couldn’t stop yourself from needing to hear the words again even though you registered them perfectly the first time. Every single syllable had already embedded itself inside of your mind, and that sentiment still rang true even now, almost two months later.

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New Rules ( i )

PART: one | two | three | end |

SONG:  new rules - dua lipa

Pairing: JIMIN X READER

Summary: “ One, don’t pick up the phone

You know he’s only calling ‘cause he’s drunk and alone. ”

Genre: angst, smut, bad boy! jimin

Length: 1.4k

A/N: also some of the backstory is based off a lovely anon who shared this cute cliche story with me.

anyway i hope you guys enjoy this and please show some support because posting is h a r ddddd

Originally posted by kpopkpoop


“You’re doing it again,” Jimin pushed himself off your body, and you blinked at him trying to understand what he was saying. Just as you were starting to become worried, he dipped his lips back to capture yours and happily, you moaned against the plump surface. He was topless, although you don’t remember him taking it off, however, you were happy to trace your hands down the well-sculpted chest you were so familiar with.

“Y/N, stop it.” Your eyes snapped open looking at Jimin, but he was smirking down at you as his arms rested on either side of your body, and you let yourself become lost in the way his lips mouthed on your neck until he began to shake your body, hands on your shoulders as he shook, “Wake up! Wake up!”

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Bts reaction to you being scared of them during an argument

Anon said: Hi there, can you do bts reactions to gf flinching/scared of them during an argument-if you haven’t done one already please accept this request- hope you have a nice day.


SeokJin:

Make him angry, I’ll wait. This guy would try not to fight, he would just make the situation better with making you laugh, or explaining the problem in a funny way. If the problem was too serious, he would sit down and talk it through, neither of you raising your voice. Unfortunately, this one time was different.

He was having a stressful day so far and this argument wasn’t making him happy at all. It was a serious matter, so you were both sitting down, trying to reach a meeting point, but it wasn’t working. All of the sudden, while you were talking, he interrupted you, shouting that you were wrong.

You weren’t angry at him, you understood the circumstances, but you couldn’t stop the tears in your eyes, since you weren’t having a good day and it was the first time he had ever shout at you.

He realised what he had just done; he just shouted at his baby. He stopped all of the sudden, looking at the floor.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean that. I just-… I just had a rough day, please forgive me, let’s just cuddle a bit and talk about this tomorrow, please”

Yoongi:

He is the type of person to ignore fights, but if the issue was really serious, his face would completely change. Yoongi angry is definitely not something you see often, he usually sights at fights, he’s not one to respond, he would just ignore until one of you decided to say sorry, which would probably end up in make-up sex, but that’s another story.

This time he did respond, he was angry for god knows what at this point. He was stressed, a bad day at work and a fight led him to let you see this side of him, and he wasn’t proud of it. Mid-shouting he stopped, only to see your face. You weren’t crying, but you were in the middle of shocked and scared.

Yoongi felt his heart falling to the ground. This was not him, this was his stress talking, and he started having thoughts about you leaving him. He didn’t deserve you. You did nothing wrong but he was shouting at you still. He was disgusted at himself. The moment you saw his eyes red after minutes of silence you took a hint of what was happening; he was about to cry.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything I said, I love you, please forgive me, I don’t want to lose you”


Namjoon:

He’s more of the “let’s sit down and talk about it” type, so you have never really seen him shouting at you before that night.

Maybe it was work, maybe it was the pressure of the tour, whatever it was, he was really pissed. Unfortunately, the fact that you both started fighting didn’t help much. He wasn’t saying things to you, he was just shouting, but for a reason, you grew scared.

Once he finally realised that he was scaring his baby, he stopped. You both stared at each other for some seconds before he took you between his arms.

“I’m so sorry, honey, I promise you won’t see me like that again. I care about you too much, I’m sorry.

Hoseok:

Hoseok and fights are a really rare combination, but when it happens, it can get really heated, but he will never dare get close to you, he never dared say something that would actually hurt you, and he kept that promise.

This fight was like any other, you were arguing, sometimes shouting, but Hoseok always tried to keep it down.

What was different this time was that, in the middle of the argument, he saw a scratch in your face. You had probably just run into some branches on your way home, but he wanted to help. He started walking towards you and lifted his hand to touch the scar, but you hid under your arms.

This took him by surprise. Did you really think he was going to hurt his beautiful prince/princess?

Once you realised how stupid that move was, you let your arms fall to your side and stared at his shocked and disappointed expression.

“I would never dare hurt a single strand of your hair, ever. Do not ever think like that. Do you want to sit down and talk about this, baby?”

Jimin:

Even if he is a cutie, I am a strong believer that he can get angry if the issue had something to do with your safety, like if you did something reckless, for example. Either way, he never wanted to scare you, not at all.

He cared about you too much, sometimes even more than himself. He was mad about the fact that you didn’t take care of yourself properly, that’s why he raised his voice. He is not the one to shout a lot, but he did use a harsh tone, which caught you by surprise. He was looking at you straight in the eye, so he realised what he had caused only some seconds after.

Without thinking about it twice, he embraced you, brushing your hair with his fingers.

“I am sorry, but please take care of yourself. You mean the world to me, I don’t want anything to happen to you. I love you.”

Taehyung:

Even if he might be a squishy little cutie, he did get angry sometimes, but never at you. His grandparents have always told him not to shout at a pretty girl, so yes, he was a gentleman when it came to fights. It didn’t matter what was the problem, or if you were a bit too insistent, if you wanted some time alone to think, he would leave the room without talking, if you wanted to shout at him, he would let you do it. My point is, if he ever shouted at you, alcohol might be involved (and he doesn’t really drink so good luck with that lmao)

He had drank a bit of alcohol at a party with the rest of bts and yourself. Once you both reached home, you started fighting for a stupid thing, but obviously, he had a headache and was under the effects of the alcohol.

He cut you off mid sentence to shout for you to shut up because his head ached, which was understandable, but since you had never heard him shouting, you jumped a bit, taking a step backwards out of pure shock. He noticed immediately and regretted drinking the second he saw your reaction. He didn’t hug you, not because he didn’t want to, but because he was scared of himself. He muttered a soft “I’m so sorry” and went straight to guest’s bathroom and locked himself in it. He was disgusted at himself.

After some several time of you knocking on the door telling him it was okay and that you had pills for his headache, he came out. His eyes were red from crying, but he didn’t dare looking at you at the face.

You were the one who hugged him first, making him start crying again, rounding you with his arms and hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“I am so sorry. I understand if you don’t want me to sleep with you tonight, I will take the sofa. But please forgive me, I don’t know what to do without you” But you obviously ended up cuddling all night.

Jungkook:

Fights were a big no-no for him, and after this one fight, he never dared shout at you. You were his gift, the only thing he treasured, there was no way in hell he would dare hurt you, physically or verbally.

But that happened after your first fight.

You both have never had a fight before this, you had never seen Jungkook angry. Even if he was just doing what any other person does during arguments, you hated when people shouted at you, it made you feel scared and vulnerable. He was shouting, and you started feeling bad. Interrupting him, you mouthed a soft “don’t shout at me” but obviously, he didn’t hear you, so you decided to shout it, making him stop.

You ran off the room, getting inside your bedroom and locking the door.

Without thinking if twice, you put on some headphones and turned the volume from your phone really high.

After around 20 minutes, you decided to confront him. Maybe you did take it too far, he wan’t doing something wrong after all, he was just angry, something we all feel.

Once you opened the door you saw Jungkook sitting outside the door on the floor. His eyes were red and irritated, his cheeks were puffy, and his face carried a strong feeling of guilt.

“I’m sorry, please don’t leave me, I didn’t mean that, please, you mean the world to me, I love you (y/n) please forgive me”

Got a bit carried away on the last 2 babies, hope you don’t mind! Also, my work is copyrighted, so do not claim it your own (you know who I’m talking about)

anonymous asked:

Could you point out the differences between a kangal, malakli and anatolian shepherd?

ah yes, the subtleties of the fawn-with-mask-turkish-livestock-dog-things!  ill use turkish line dogs so you can see really what the breed differences are traditionally, instead of western/euro examples of the breed which are different than middle eastern “true” shepherds

so, its like a dog thermometer but with aggression and size

turkish-line anatolian shepherd! not huge, on the lankier side of the spectrum while still being strong and sturdy. pretty much exclusively used as livestock dogs and dont do anything in fighting, although they can also be companions.


getting bigger now! kangals are a little more aggressive, a little wilder, per say. very territorial, suspicious, blah blah blah. used in fighting, but still also used as livestock dogs!


now we’ve got the big guns! malakli are the largest of the turkish shepherds, very aggressive animals and were actually bred from kangals (most say they were mixed with big mastiffs and other fighting dogs, though the exact origin to my understanding is unknown). they are pretty exclusively used for dog fights, dont do any livestock work, and tend to be the most mastiffy in appearance and often have the wrinkly faces.

now ill be totally honest, malakli and kangals often look very similar, and less “typey” examples of each breed are hard to tell apart, particularly since malakli have kangal roots anyway. likewise, a lot of kangals, especially the thinner ones, look a lot like anatolians because those breeds are also related. so really what im trying to say is that all the turkish breeds are kind of a hot mess of within themselves and they all sort of look similar and have very mixed purposes and are, quite honestly, probably still interbred with one another. the line where one ends is vague and malleable; landraces are not distinct “breeds” the way modern kennel club dogs are, and while the differences do definitely exist they are subtle and alien comparatively to how clubs view dogs.