i will seriously go down with this ship

My list of things that need to be left in 2016

Asking idols to speak in English. Doesn’t matter Whether they can or they can’t.

Asking for your bias when they are not the ones broadcasting and/or are clearly not present.

Spamming comments asking for them to do/say something for you. They are not a performing monkey. Once or twice ok, but stop copying and pasting the same thing 400 times.

Asking people who have left idol groups why they left or to talk about the group/members.

Fan wars.

“Any army here? XD”

Bringing up other idols/groups on broadcasts/videos/posts not relevant to them.

Asking “who is this?/who are you?” When it’s been answered already mUlTipLe times and is in the tiTLe/DescriptiOn OF THE VIDEO/BROADCAST.

Referring to any idol sibling as “sibling of -insert name of more famous sibling-” instead of their own name.

Boy groups Vs Girl groups

Sexy Vs Cute

Saying inappropriate or sexual things DIRECTLY to idols.

Stanning strictly because of looks then Unstanning when they change up.

Private messaging idols, especially with nude photos.

Spreading leaked videos or photos.

“OMG THEY LOOK LIKE -insert Bangtan member-”

Trying to force people to believe your group is superior

KHipHop rappers VS Idol rappers

Annoying Sungoh of 24K cause you think he looks like V

Annoying Haewon of L.A.U because you saw his photo being used in a smutty Jin imagine.


Tagging THIS as BTS members. It’s B:ETA and J:ETA from ALPHABAT.

Trying to make them conform to your standards and way of thinking.

Perving on underage idols. Particularly if you are over 18.

Criticizing their bodies. Too fat, too skinny, no abs etc.

Attacking any girl within a 50 mile radius of oppa. Hate all you want to your friends and on your personal media but do not go to these girls (or guys cause I’ve seen that too) accounts and rage against them. You have no fucking right ok?

HanJoo and shoving ships into idols faces even after they’ve expressed their dislike for it. Again, keep it private.

Assuming Idol’s sexuality and/or asking them about it.

Seriously telling other fans to stay away from your bias as If you own them.

Koreaboos and random Korean that you learned from google.

“I only care about ‘x’ member.”

Putting down and/or disrespecting older or lesser known groups.

Calling members who leave groups traitors and treating them like they’ve done something wrong

Not letting idols be human

Not giving them the basic respect and courtesy every human deserves

“ X group copied X group.”


Ent VS Ent

anonymous asked:


okay so, this is obviously about this post I made. There are a lot of things wrong with this ask, but let me just list down the top three:

1.) You claim that katsudeku is abusive, yet give me no proof to justify your statement. You send me this message in hopes to either try to change my mind or ridicule me for defending what i ship, yet you lack the source nor any explanation as to why you find this ship so ‘abusive’. You don’t just go around sending messages like this to people and expect them to actually take you seriously? I mean, we’re not little kids anymore who get angered and throw a tantrum just cause someone else likes what you don’t. Your way of trying to get me to see your point is both childish and disrespectful, and I find it both offending (because not once have I tired to tell any other account who does not ship katsudeku yet ship Katsuki with any other character in the manga that their ship is ‘abusive’ when Katsuki is such a “violent and abusive” character) and pointless (because, you’re obviously not going to put up a fight to prove your point and just did this to make me feel insulted.)

2.) The fact that you blatantly ignored chapters of Katsuki’s character development throughout the manga means that you still probably claim him to be the bully and Izuku as the victim. When in fact, starting from just the first chapter of the manga, you can easily see that Katsuki was not the only one who viewed Izuku’s dream of being a hero as “impossible” and “ridiculous.” Katsuki isn’t the sole reason for any of Izuku’s issues with anxiety or lack of confidence because most of the people in his life through out his childhood, even his mother and All Might (at the start) thought that his dreams were too far fetched for someone who was quirkless, it wasn’t just Katsuki who thought of him as weak, when even the quirk biased society he lives in saw Izuku as both weak and ridiculous for even dreaming of becoming a hero. Quoting from a statement made by explodo-smash: “Deku’s problems at the beginning came from multiple facets stemming from his quirklessness and the quirk biased society he lives in, it’s a dragging part of the narrative and has an explicit influence on not only Deku’s psyche but Bakugou’s as well, in the reverse direction.”  And further more, if you’re going to come at me with the well-known scene where Katsuki told Izuku to “ take a swan dive off the roof” I would like to say that it was stated by Katsuki’s friends that what he said was “going too far” for Katsuki’s usual behavior (meaning this is probably the only time Katsuki has ever said this to Izuku, and that was uncalled for) That isn’t Katsuki’s usual behaviour, so stretching that out over the years they’ve been together is complete bullshit. Another thing is the fact that throughout those years, not once has Izuku regarded Katsuki as a bully nor someone abusive (and with Izuku’s intellect and observant nature, he’d probably know if someone was bullying him), sure he’s aware of Katsuki’s foul mouth and asshole behavior, but not once has he found Katsuki abusive. It just goes to show us how much Izuku admires and cares for Katsuki, Izuku didn’t take Katsuki’s words literally and he most certainly finds him admirable despite Katsuki’s personality. Izuku always saw Katsuki as someone brilliant and amazing, and he felt this so strongly that he said Katsuki was someone closer to him than even All Might (can you believe that? The All Might, Izuku practically worships this man, yet he still finds himself drawn closer to Katsuki). If you can’t see the amount of positive influence Katsuki has on Izuku, then you’re pretty much ignoring a large part of his character and development as well as Katsuki’s potential of being a hero in this story.

I strongly believe that their relationship isn’t as broken or horrible as some people say it is. Izuku still obviously cares for Katsuki (if the numerous times he was worried for Katsuki’s well being and claims of Katsuki being someone “brilliant” wasn’t obvious enough) Katsuki was litterally the first one he confides about his quirk being borrowed, when he doesn’t even owe Katsuki this explanation, he didn’t tell his mom about this, but once Katsuki is in the picture and misunderstood the situation, Izuku just had to hell him. Also, Izuku being the only person whom Katsuki has been emotionally open to (he has shown both weakness and vulnerability to no one except for Izuku), despite having other friends he could have confined to, shows just how deep their relationship is as to what most claim to view it. You don’t just go showing and venting your pent up frustrations and troubles to someone you claim to “hate.” Let me also state that, once Katsuki found out Izuku wasn’t lying and did manage to burrow someone’s quirk, he took Izuku seriously and when he finally found out that Izuku was All Might’s successor and was able to clear up a bit of their misunderstandings in the past, he was willing to change. He even gave Izuku an advice for his new move!

Katsudeku shipping does not romanticize abuse nor do we defend what Katsuki said to Izuku as justifiable, but what we do support is the fact that, despite their rocky relationship in the past which was full of misunderstandings, there’s just too much good and potential in their relationship to bloom into something beautiful and positive. There are too many instances where these two boys have inspired each other to perform better. They literally balance each other out. The manga has given us scenes where Katsuki has positively influenced Izuku’s growth both as an individual and as a hero. They motivate and inspire each other to reach their dreams. Katsudeku shipping supports the growth, development, and depth of their relationship and it’s potential for a positive and beautiful relationship/ And honestly, I don’t find this abusive and I will continue to defend it despite what others claims to view this relationship as.

3.) And lastly, just the fact that you were immature enough to send this message to me without facts or reason other than wanting to make me feel bad for shipping something that I like is what I find so wrong about this message. I like what I ship, so let me ship it peacefully. I didn’t come here to ruin nor insult other people for shipping what they want, so let me and the other katsudeku shippers be. I get that you and many others may not agree with this, but quite frankly, we don’t give a damn. Spending the time to write insulting massages like this to other people when you can easily avoid the katsudeku tags is honestly a waste of your time and mine as well.

So, hopefully, this will be the last time someone tries to insult me for shipping what i like.

(Also, the fact that Katsuki was willing to admit and take the blame for Izuku and the fact that Izuku was also willing to point out it wasn’t just Katsuki’s fault just goes to show how much these two have grown both as an individual and in their relationship.)

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Originally posted by fraddit

Flirt // Chandler Riggs Imagine

Chandler is more slightly more over-confident and cheeky in this one, instead of the aDORABLE CINNAMON ROLL he usually is.

Requested by: @fannyimagines

PROMPT: The reader has a part on twd as Carl’s love interest. Chandler flirts with her during a panel, only making the fans ship them more<3

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C H A N D L E R // 1 2 4 8

I nervously tugged at my top as I stood behind the stage with the rest of the cast. We were about to go on for a twd panel at ComicCon. I had done panels a million times before but this was the first time I was properly nervous.

The only reason I was so scared was because I noticed I had been getting more attention lately on social media, which worried me because I might be asked more questions than normal. My recent ‘fame’ It was due to the fact that I was beginning to get a bigger part in the show. I had been on The Walking Dead for years, playing Melissa Dixon, Daryl Dixon’s daughter. I had a decently important role, and I loved it.

Now, in season 6, I had lots more screentime due to the fact that I was becoming Carl’s love interest. Chandler was my best friend on set, so naturally, we were both super excited to have more time to work together. Well, I was probably more excited than him because let’s face it, Chandler’s pretty damn cute.

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RIP To My Youth pt. 3

*To be read in Britney’s voice* It’s been awhile… I know I shouldn’t have kept you waiting… but I’m here now.

Previous chapters: Part 1, Part 2

Description: Saturday has finally arrived, which for Y/N means only one thing… Cheryl Blossom’s highly anticipated party. And what’s Blossom party without drama? A little game of truth or dare never hurt anyone, right?

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Word Count: 4170

Warnings: A swear or two

I woke up to the blaring noise of my phone’s ringtone. No please no, just five more minutes. Who the hell could be calling me this early on a Saturday?

I reluctantly rolled over to check my phone’s caller ID to see who decided to bother me at 8 am. ‘Veronica Lodge’ it read. Groaning, I held the phone up to my ear and answered.

“Hello?” I said in a groggy morning voice.

“Good morning my little protégée, the shops open at 9 and we’re going to need to make a head start on things if we’re going to Cheryl’s party tonight as well” Veronica chirped. Judging by the chipper tone of her voice she had been up and ready for awhile now.

“Oh god I almost forgot about the shopping trip today, do we really need to go so early?” I yawned, sitting up in bed in an attempt to wake myself up more.

“Yes Y/N, I have the day planned out. Me, you and Kevin are going to shop not only for your new wardrobe but also for killer outfits for the three of us tonight. Then we’re meeting Archie at Pop’s a little later on, and then you’re coming to my house to get ready for the party. And then-”

“And then we go to the party okay, I got it, I got it” I cut in.

“Perfect, Kevin and I will be at you house in about an hour! Chow” she finished as she swiftly hung up the phone.

I tossed my phone on my nightstand and got out of bed in pursuit of the shower, which I knew would help give me the strength to get through this day.

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Overboard | 1

I’m overboard…

Intro: When you’re on a cruise ship to get away from life, the first thing on your mind isn’t to find love. That is, until you met him.

“Ma’am I need to see your ticket please.” said the slightly older man as I stepped up next in line. I quickly handed him my ticket, and he simply smiled at me before letting me onto the ramp to board the beautifully massive ship. With two suitcases in my hand, and another purse on my shoulder, you could say I had enough on my plate, but as I entered the ship, a nice younger man offered me a strawberry and banana smoothie, complementary of course. Still, I smiled and took it, sipping as I continued to look at the decor in awe. There were plenty of shining chandeliers that hung so high above everyone’s heads, even the ones on the top floor. There was beautiful carpeting with royal gold designs that covered the entire floor. There was wood interior, and plenty of glass structure as well. I pulled my luggage roughly over to the counter where a woman was waiting for me to give her my information so I could get my room key and a dining area card, so I could eat to my heart’s content.

“Hello miss, have a handle on everything?” She humored me. I nodded and set my drink down, slightly laughing myself.

“Yes I just, need to get these up to my room so they won’t be a pain anymore.”

“I see, well just give me your name and phone number and I will quickly give you your room key and dining card.” I told her my name and phone number, and she nicely handed me my necessities for my trip. “Have a wonderful stay.” And with that, I was off.

I was located on the 2nd floor in the middle of the hallway, room 40B. Unlocking my door, I stepped in to find one of the most beautiful rooms I had ever stayed in. The interior design was modern yet fun. The walls were a muted Tiffany blue, the bed sheets were a crisp bright white, and the desk, tv stand, and dresser were shining wood. The bathroom had granite counter tops and a shower that was big enough for 3 or more people. I sighed happily to myself, finally away and free from the life I had been living only yesterday.

I opened the door on the other side of the room to reveal a small patio, and felt the sea breeze hit me with the salt water smell. I breathed in heavily, and leaned against the railing. A few moments of silence passed by before it was interrupted by my phone ringing. My heart started to pound so loud in a matter of seconds, but pulled it out only to find that it was Madison, my best friend.

“You scared me.” I said seriously.

“Calm down, you know he’s not going to find you now.” She spoke matter-of-factly.

“You never know, he’s a smart guy who knows me and my ways of doing things better than anyone else.”

“Hey, not better than me. Which is why I’m helping you through this okay.”

I sighed trying not to let the tears come down this time, they’ve been a constant thing on my face for the past 4 years…

“Okay Madi.”

“Are you on the ship? Did you get settled in?”

“Just boarded, going to put my clothes and shoes away after I grab some food, he literally wouldn’t even let me eat this morning so I’m running on empty.”

“Okay, good. I’m relieved you’re on there for 9 months, even though I’ll miss you like crazy.”

“Hey if you’re in Castaway Cay in 2 months, we’ll see each other.” I said to lighten up the mood, but she only chuckled.

“Settle in, and call me when you’re done eating. Maybe try talking to people, I’m sure there’s plently of 18-25 year olds there to keep you company.”

“Yeah but the only 20 year old I want here is you Madi.”

“Shut up. I’ll talk to you later. Love you, remember that.”

“Love you Madi.” And I hung up.

I continued to stare out into sea, watching the waves roll up and down and crash onto the side of the boat. The drop from here made your heart want to jump into your lungs as you looked down. Maybe a year ago I would’ve jumped at the chance to be free. Free from him, free from everyday life, free from myself and who I was. But I look now, and I see in my reflection that I am not who I was back then. I have grown, matured, become responsible, and capable of taking care of myself. For the next 9 months it’s me and only me, with nobody to get in my way of doing anything.

Before exiting my room, I swooped up my smoothie and went for the doorknob of my room. My intentions for the next few hours were to eat some brunch, then explore for a little bit, of course not looking at everything the ship had to offer just yet.

As I stepped out into the hall, back turned to make sure my door was locked, I turned around and was immediately knocked over and next thing I know I was staring at a fuzzy looking ceiling. I groaned at the pain that was growing on my back and continued to lay helpless on the ground. I felt another body on me, the heartbeat laying right over mine, and they too were groaning. I felt my smoothie now dripping over my face and running down my neck and chest. I slowly wiped off the sticky drink, and tried my best to sit up. The person above me moved quickly, and placed their luggage (which was also conveniently on top of me also) to the side of the hall against the wall. A hand rubbed my back, and another tried wiping the smoothie off my fae gently.

“Look I’m so sorry I can explain,” yup, this was definitely a boy, figures. “It’s really stupid but my brother and I were racing to our room to see who’d get there first because whoever was the first one there would get the bed near the patio and-“

He stopped talking once he saw me open my eyes. I looked up to find a boy who looked as if he was sculpted by the gods themselves. His lips parted but perfectly light pink and plump, his hair disheveled but somehow perfectly placed, and his dark yet glowing eyes stared down into my timid ones. I quickly continued to wipe my face of any strawberry or banana mixture, and tried to avert my eyes from his. He was too beautiful to be in the presence of someone like myself.

“W-why are you looking at me like that?” I mentally face palmed myself. What a bold question to ask, when did I get so ballsy to even speak to a boy this gorgeous.

“I just-you’re really pretty.” I stood up almost butting heads with him, and fixed my clothes and picked up the smoothie glass which was thankfully not broken.

“I-I uh have to go return this.” I said referring to the glass. Again, mentally face palming myself.

“I’m sorry if I scared you off right now I just think-“

“No no, your compliment is appreciated trust me.” I smiled kindly, and he smiled back to with the most white and bright smile a boy has ever flashed.

“Well then I’m sorry for knocking you over so hard, if you want to, I can make it up to you by taking you out tonight to walk around the ship?”

I thought hard about it. He seemed like a genuine guy, but so did he. I bit my lip before answering, and slowly nodded my head yes. From behind us, we could hear fast footsteps approaching and once I put two and two together I realized it was his brother still determined to win the race. The boy quickly grabbed all of his stuff before running up to me close to my face with another smile.

“And I’m Ethan by the way.”

“Y/N.” I whispered, getting lost again in those damn eyes.

He ran off and his brother ran past me just missing me by a completely of centimeters, and I continued to watch Ethan run to the end of the hall where their room was, he obviously won. I only turned around to walk toward the dining area. My heart was racing and pounding, my hands sweating, and my breath hitching in my throat. But I hadn’t felt this good in what felt like a lifetime.

Hope you guys enjoyed my first story on this blog! Part 2 will be up this week :)

Re: Nicotero’s Comment

I don’t think any of us are surprised that a member of the show shut down the possibility of a future Daryl/Jesus romance. We’ve all been saying since day one that Desus was a long shot for a variety of reasons—many of which are unfortunate, but sadly a reality with the way LGBT+ couples are handled in popular media. No one here (at least anyone I’ve come across) has claimed otherwise. I mean, what other highly-rated television show has made one of their main and hugely lusted-after male characters interested in other men? Plus, how in the world would merchandising explain Daryl kissing a dude to all the people they want to sell this???

Anyway, I digress. 

My point is, we all know Desus most likely isn’t happening on the show. That’s barely news. That’s not the problem with what Nicotero said. What I do see as an issue is how he said it within the context of the larger conversation—a drunken cruise panel where moments before Nicotero had less of a reaction to Norman joking about Daryl literally fucking a tiger. So actual bestiality is no biggie, a joke or whatever, but a fan yelling out about Daryl and Jesus warrants some uber-declarative statement with multiple exclamation points? Not a good look, man.

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One cheeseburger no cheese coming up

When I was a teen and worked at McD’s (usually on grill) there was this girl that would absolutely fly off the handle over anything/nothing all the time. She was tiny, about 16, and probably thought she was a hot-shit princess. I’ll call her Ship. She didn’t just yell and swear, either; she would actually throw things, punch equipment, go into other stations and knock stuff down, etc. It was crazy. I hated working with Ship and Ship HATED me because I constantly pushed her buttons and made her fly off the handle, especially when the owner was around. How? Pointing out her mistakes, politely asking her what an order she entered meant, or just looking at her silently. Seriously. It was almost fun.

One day Ship was in window 2 of the drive through handing out the food. Window one entered “cheeseburger-no cheese.” This is a ‘grill’ order meaning it prints a little slip and you put that slip on the wrapper to show its custom ordered. Now, I know Ship isn’t going to grab anything without that little sticker, and she isn’t smart enough to think about what the order is for.

I smiled and grabbed a hamburger wrapper and made a hamburger and put it up, leaving the little receipt dangling from the machine next to my head as if I hadn’t noticed. Ship is watching me as I make the next order, and the next, muttering to herself, arms crossed, feet tapping, and I can see the pressure building. She’s making little noises, stalking away, coming back as the food pile builds.

Finally she snaps. She stalked over, got inches from my face, and screaming says “WHERES MY CHEESEBURGER!”

I feign innocence. I direct her to the screen (I cleared that order several orders ago of course) and ask what she means. She grabs the receipt and shoves it in my face, triumphant. “THIS CHEESEBURGER! MAKE THIS!!”

Without taking the receipt, I ask what it is. “CHEESEBURGER NO CHEESE!”

“Oh… well what do you call a cheeseburger no cheese?”

She just stared at me dumbly, so I walked over, picked up the hamburger, and showed it to her. She got so angry she punched the backup grill printer off the top of the counter onto the floor (where it broke) and pushed over some other stuff in the grill. I told the owner that night, he pulled the tape, verified she was the one that broke his back up grill printer, and fired her.

Man I hope she’s in jail.

Edit: People keep asking why order a cheeseburger no cheese? My guess is that the person didn’t order that, they ordered a hamburger happy meal and the cashier didn’t know there was a separate button. There also might have been some kind of sale for cheeseburgers or this was the 2 cheeseburger meal, although I’m pretty sure it was only one burger in question. This was 1998-99. I don’t remember the menu and register well enough to know for sure why the cashier did it. I don’t even remember the girls real name!

Headcanons .004: Dating Kylo Ren (And Adam Driver!) Would Include | For @fandomfunimagines​ (aye it’s elena on her sideblog)

Character: Kylo Ren, Actor: Adam Driver

Fandom: Star Wars

(he’s like… “um….. bitch?”)


+ Doesn’t admit his feelings. Like, he’s so fucking emo he’ll only be a gloomy little bitch around you.

+ He’s protective as hell whenever a guy speaks to you. Hux can only talk to you when he’s giving you orders.

+ Scratch that. Only Kylo can give you orders.

+ Always has his right hand man by your side. AKA a woman.

+ Doesn’t care if you’re bi/pan/etc. He’ll still have a woman guard you as they’re more trustworthy around you.

+ Whenever the Starkiller is under attack, he basically tries to find you and hide you.

+ You have to admit that you like him because this emo son-of-a-bitch won’t do it himself.


+ If someone even looks at you in the wrong way, they’re fucking dead.

+ Basically, y’all’s song is You Can Be The Boss by Lana Del Rey.

+ Kinda the Joker and Harley Quinn of the SW universe. Minus the abuse. So, basically a criminal and his bad-ass girlfriend.

+ Always protecting each other no matter what.

+ You basically being in charge of everyone else.

+ “Phasma, could you please go get me a soda?”

- “You know I’m not going to do that, get it yourse-”


+ Being the most feared couple.

+ Seriously, whenever they see your crazy ass walking down the hall with Kylo, everyone knows shit’s about to go down.

+ Getting whatever you want.

+ Winking at him whenever he’s in the room. Everyone just like, “there they go with that bs…”

(NSFW) + Him being the domtop.

(NSFW) + Doing it anywhere and everywhere. You guys have tried everywhere at least once.

(NSFW) + He’s more of a receiver tbh. I think he’s more into getting it then giving it.


+ Everyone shipping you two.

+ At Comic Con, some fan asks if Reylo will become canon and you and Adam start laughing your asses off.

“Kylo and (your character’s name) CLEARLY had some chemistry…” 

+ Skype calls whenever you have to film something.

+ Him having his sex scenes on ‘Girls’ reduced because it makes the two of you uncomfortable.

+ Calling each other names like “bitch” on Twitter just to be funny.

“So, Y/N, can you reveal anything about Kylo and Y/C/N in ‘The Last Jedi’?”

“Fuck no.”

I need all the aus right now.

  • you’re getting married to the wrong person so imma gonna crash your wedding
  • we were deeply in love but I broke your heart (even though I’m still in love with you) when I moved away with no explanation or goodbye but now I’m back home and we run into each other at the super market 
  • i’m the captain of the football team, you’re the ‘geek’, but i still have a massive secret crush on you even though i’m afraid going out with you will fuck up my reputation
  • i’m a teacher, you’re my new student and god damn i want you
  • i’m a big corporate tykoone, you’re my new temp
  • i’m 32 and just lost my wife, you’re my 20 year old neighbor
  • we’re both married and are having an affair (complete, 100% angst)
  • i’m a wanted criminal on the run, you’re the young wild-child wanting to escape your boring life and live on the edge
  • our parents are the enemy crime lords, but i still love you
  • i’m a gladiator, you’re a roman elite
  • i’m a werewolf, whom you find wounded on the side of the road (as a wolf) and take in/nurse back to health – i can’t shift back into human form because it’ll freak you the fuck out. you share your secrets and hopes and dreams with me, and i fall in love with you, so, when you’re away from home, i shift back into a man and try to get you to fall in love with me too. 
  • i’m an assassin, you’re my target
  • i’m a trouble youth, you’re the head of a youth home that takes me in
  • i’m a soldier, you run a war-protest group
  • i’m a soldier, you’re the girl i met and fell in love with before i shipped out to iraq, only to go missing, presumed to be dead. two years later, i show up on your doorstep – only, you’re married with a baby. (based on traveling soldier, by dixie chicks)
  • i’m a play-it-safe banker, you’re the live-on-the-edge girl that gives me a ride to the gas station when my car breaks down
  • we’re stuck together, trying to survive during the zombie apocalypse
  • i’m leading a rebellion against the king, you’re his heir
  • all the aus. 
  • every au
We Should Call Ourselves ‘Flower Power’

Marvel (Guardians of the Galaxy) One Shot

Characters: [GENDER NEUTRAL] Reader x Groot + Peter Quill, Rocket Racoon, Gamora & Drax the Destroyer

Warnings: none

Request: “One-shot based on “Imagine making flower crowns with Groot”, fluffiness” - anonymous

Word Count: 1,343

A/N: hands down one of my favorite gif imagines, which is here [x] !!

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  • Most Reylo fans: Yeah, if Rey and Kylo Ren are related, I'll stop shipping them.
  • Me *A hardcore mythology, Arthurian legend, and Game of Thrones nerd*: I don't give a damn if they are related. I'm still shipping that shit!

!!!! I’m going down with this ship I love them so much !!!
I’m upset with those last 3 minutes of the episode though,,, why can’t the gay couple be legitimate, happy, and in love??? Leave them aLonE @ writers
Like seriously when Kevin was first introduced as a perfectly-fine-in-his-own-skin character, I was happy! When he got a love interest, Joaquin, in episode 4? I was ecstatic!!!
So Joaquin better not end up breaking sweet Kevin’s heart 😤😩

Ngl though, I think Joaquin is gonna accidentally fall in love with Kevin we all know it ;;;;)))))) like look at how hesitate he is about this when he talks about it with FP asdfghj

Viktor Said...

Otabek wasn’t the jealous type. Of course he wasn’t, he was calm and collected; anyone with eyes could see that. He wouldn’t just suddenly lash out to someone just because someone got closer than 5 meters to his boyfriend. He just wasn’t that type of guy.

So why was he suddenly feeling murderous just because Seung Gil-Lee of Korea was being all buddy-buddy with his boyfriend, three-time gold medalist Yuri Plisetsky?

They weren’t doing anything, just casually talking. And smiling. And maybe a little laughing…Okay maybe they were doing something, but it isn’t enough reason to melt a guy with his glare!

Of course, he found it weird that his Yura was being civil with someone, much less laughing with them. What’s weirder is that, that them wasn’t him; his boyfriend and best friend of exactly 2 years and 3 months.
So here he was now, thinking of about 69 elaborate plans to eliminate this sudden competitor while simultaneously doing a triple quad and trying (and failing) to get his boyfriend’s attention.

Wait…was Seung fucking Gil’s arm inching closer to his Yura’s shoulder? Hell no. He was just about to go there and show just how calm and collected he could be until he heard his name being called.

“Otabek!” Viktor shouted across the other side of the rink, beckoning him over. Otabek quickly glanced back and noticed that both Yura and Seung were staring at him.

‘Oh so now you notice me.’ He thought bitterly.

Ignoring them, he skated towards Viktor and noticed that the man was wearing his ever-existent heart shaped smile; making him slightly more bitter.

‘No one should be this happy.’ He thought again, looking back at the two laughing skaters.

“Otabek? Are you alright?” Viktor asked which snapped Otabek back into the real world (and not the world where he was burying Seung 10 feet beneath the ground).

“Oh. Of course, why do you ask?” Otabek replied, turning around to face the older man; completely missing the concerned look Yuri sent his way.

“Ah. It’s just that I keep noticing that you look distracted. Did you and Yurio fight?” The other man asked, sounding genuinely worried.

“No. I’m fine.” Otabek answered, moving to get off the ice.

“I’m not that old to not see that you are not fine, you know.” Viktor said, watching as the younger skater sat down on the bench and proceeded to take off his skate. Said man said nothing, choosing to stay silent.

Viktor sighed and sat down on the bench, putting a comforting hand on the other’s shoulder. “I understand if you don’t want to talk about it; but I want you to know that I care about you and Yurio very much. I’m here if you need someone to talk to.” He said reassuringly. Otabek sighed again and reluctantly replied, “Okay.”

A grateful smile fixed itself on Viktor’s face. Grabbing the Kazakh’s arm, he pulled him up and said, “Come on. Let’s drink something to wind us down, yeah?”


So that’s how Otabek, Hero of Kazakhstan, the dark horse, found himself half-drunk with his boyfriend’s mentor at a nearby club, spilling his woes out.

“I just don’t get it. I mean, it’s Yura! And that’s Seung Gil! They’re-” Otabek paused to down his own shot. “Them! I’ve never even seen them together before. When did they even meet?” He sulked, filling up his glass again.

“Do you want me to answer that?” His companion asked, watching the usually composed and quiet skater with no small amount of amusement (and maybe taking a few pictures here and there). The guy in question, nodded after a moment.

“They met in a competition about 3 or 4 years ago, back in France.” Viktor raised an eyebrow as he saw Otabek’s jaw clench at the mere mention of- OH. The city of love, of course; he shook his head slightly but continued nonetheless. “Seung Gil was just starting as a professional skater back then. At first they were ignoring each other, then Yurio mentioned something about how cats are the best, which Seung Gil found somewhat offensive because according to him, “Why? Because they scratch your face and ruin your couch? Psh. Dogs are so much better.” So that started the arguments between them, which then later turned into a mutual understanding about hating other people and liking the same bands and teenage stuff.” He finished, drowning his glass like a pro.

Otabek was silent for a moment, glaring at his now empty shot glass. “So…what was their relationship?” He asked reluctantly.

Viktor shrugged, handing another bottle to Otabek. “I’m not really sure but they were pretty close. If I remember correctly, Seung is the first skater Yurio cheered for. It was really quite a shock for everyone.” He chuckled slightly, remembering the other skaters’ shocked faces; noticing the way Otabek’s hand tightly gripped the bottle he handed. “Double the shock when Seung cheered for Yurio too,” Viktor was pretty sure the bottle was going to break if Otabek didn’t ease up.

It was making him all the more giddy.

“Those two were practically inseparable, you know? We even caught them laughing their heads off! Man that was a shocker. And when the competition was over, Seung won bronze, I think? I saw them eating at a nearby restaurant; celebrating I guess.” He grinned as Otabek downed the whole bottle in one go and raised his hand to order another one.

“Yeah, and I’m pretty sure I saw them hug it out when it was time for them to go. Even saw a few tears escape Yurio. But of course, that’s just what I saw so I’m not sure. I was pretty far away.” He shrugged again, drinking his own glass casually.

“So…they were pretty close huh?” Otabek replied, going back to glaring at his again-empty glass.

“Of course. They were very fond of each other.-“ Viktor paused. “I might even go as far as to say that they were closer than anyone else.” He added with a barely concealed smug grin.

That seemed to be the breaking point for Otabek as he stood up. “Thank you for this but I really need to go. Goodbye.” He said quickly, taking out his wallet and putting a few bills on the table, because he might be more than half drunk but God damn it he had manners.

He left before Viktor even had the chance to say goodbye. The latter laughing quietly to himself and dialing up his fiancé’s number.

“You won’t believe what just happened…”


So now Otabek was walking (stomping) down the hallway of the rink, eyes dark and face set hard but he was stopped when he saw both the objects of his affection and anger round up around a corner.

Yuri finally took his eyes off Seung Gil (who he was talking just seconds ago, now ignoring what the older man was saying) and looked at Otabek, eyes flashing with shock then concern.

“Beka? Where were you? We were just about to come looking for you?” He asked walking closer to his fuming boyfriend.

“Hey…Are you drunk?” he asked after leaning in to kiss his boyfriend’s cheek. Said guy just ignored him and continued to glare at the now approaching Korean. “Beka?”

“Is there a reason why your boy toy is glaring at me?” Seung Gil asked, glaring back.

“Lee!” The Russian exclaimed after hearing his friend call his boyfriend his ‘boy toy’.

Otabek growled and stalked forward, glaring viciously at the taller skater. “Stay away from my boyfriend you asshole!” he ground out.

Seung’s eyes flashed angrily as he glared back at the Kazakh. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Don’t act stupid! I’m telling you to stop flirting with Yuri!” Otabek answered, ignoring the distressed kitten pulling at his arm.

“WHAT? I don’t know how stupid you are, but don’t go accusing me of something I didn’t do.” Seung countered, ignoring his friend’s pleading face and moving closer to his enemy.

Otabek wasn’t a violent person but fuck that, he was fucking furious, so of course the only logical thing to do was punch the annoying, ugly face in front of him.


So now he found himself in the infirmary of the ice rink while his coach was talking to some staff or manager, trying to not get them banned or kicked out.

“That was stupid.” His boyfriend stated, dabbing an ice pack on his much bruised cheek. Man, he didn’t expect the guy to pack such a punch.

“I know.” He answered, wincing slightly at the pain on his face.

“Then why’d you do it?” Yuri asked, though he was only greeted with silence. “Otabek.” He called firmly.

Said skater sighed and looked away, “I was jealous.” He whispered quietly.

“What was that? Speak up.” Yuri ordered pressing the ice pack a little harder. Otabek flinched away but still did not look up.

“I was jealous.” He said a little louder.

“Oh.” Yuri exclaimed softly, trying (and failing) to calm his blush by clearing his throat. “Why?”

Otabek groaned feeling like an interrogated criminal, ‘might as well get it over with.’ He thought and sighed.

“I saw you two were very close and I don’t know it just feels…off. So I asked Viktor and he told me that you two met before and you were very very close, closer than anyone.” He summarized, wishing that the ground would just eat him whole.

“Of course we were.” Yuri said, noticing his boyfriend’s hand forming into a fist. He sighed and covered it with his own. “Were, as in past tense…because I met you.”

Otabek finally looked up at his boyfriend’s beautiful soft blue-green eyes. “Really?“

“Really, you idiot. I wouldn’t be dating and calling you my best friend if we weren’t, you know.” Yuri reassured him.

He frowned and looked away again after hearing the word dating and asked, “Viktor said you two were together before. Is that true?” (Even though Viktor never said anything about dating).

Yuri sighed and sat down beside him, still holding his hand. “No. At least we never talked about going official. We were both young and you know he was just starting skating, and I was rising so we had to get our priorities straight…but that was before. We’re just friends now. Seriously there’s nothing to be jealous about.”

He reassured him again but still the Kazakh wouldn’t look at him. He sighed and called, “Beka. Hey, look at me. Please.” He pleaded quietly. Said man finally looked at him.

“I love you, okay? You, not Lee or anybody else; just you, okay? I love the way you talk and how gentle you are and how much you love me and that you make me feel all giddy and special and I know I don’t say or show it as often but I really really do love you and I’m so-“He got cut off when his boyfriend’s slightly chapped lips gently pressed against his.

“You have no fault in this Yura, don’t you dare apologize.” He stated firmly then pressed another gentle kiss on his kitten’s soft lips. “I love you too, Yura. So very much.”

Yuri giggled, glad that the problem was solved. He shyly pressed another kiss on the Kazakh’s lips and stood up, dragging him up as well.

“Now come on you big sap. You got someone else to apologize too,” He then leaned closer then whispered in his ear, “but before that let me show you how loyal I am, huh?”

Day 5: Fears (jealousy)

So I did this and now I finally have a contribution to Otayuri weeeeeeek. Yeeees. I hope you like it. I can’t post it on AO3 yet cause I dont have an invite. Please excuse any wrong grammars or spellings. Thank you for reading! :)

A really long message @ the VLD fandom

OK but seriously though, I’m just going down the Voltron page and everyone is either complaining about Shallura dying, Allura’s ethnicity and age, Keith getting more screen time than the other paladins, or Anti-Shaladin and I’m just…Guys come on. 

Seriously, I actually have never scrolled through a page on Tumblr and seen so many complaints and shipping discourses by a fandom. I get it, not everyone is happy with what’s going on, I’m going to be honest I’m not either, I’ve felt off by a few things too. And it’s OK to have an opinion, that’s a natural part of life, but when it involves becoming an ignorant anti bent on hating every last thing in the show, I feel like that’s when we need to draw the line, stop, step back and ask ourselves: “What are we doing?”

I feel like we’re expecting too much from this show, and we’re not taking it for what it is. This show is so pure and good and I think we honestly take it for granted. The creators do what they do for this fandom, for the people watching, they spend so much of their time creating this, putting everything into this work ALL FOR US and we all just seem to hate it just because some things don’t go our way. 

We need to start appreciating more and stop hating so much, this is honestly one of my favourite shows of all time because of this fandom. I love seeing theories, head canons, gifs, and all of these amazing posts about it, I love seeing how invested everyone is. 

But I think we need to take a step back and realize what we’re doing. I know not everyone is going to agree with everything, that’s just realistic. But have you heard the saying think before you speak? That’s what I’m trying to say, we need to think about all of this hate and discourse were spreading like wildfire through our posts. Do you know how the VAs and creators probably feel seeing and being involved in some of the stuff that’s going on? We need to think about them, we need to respect them and this show, we need to have faith in the creators and stop sprinting to conclusions about everything, then turning it into a full out discourse war. They never have the intention to cause such a rif between us guys, we just do it to ourselves and then pin the blame on them. They love this fan base. We’re such an awesome fandom, but we need to start showing that more. 

And I was honestly thinking, this may be cheesy, but I feel like we should just dedicate a day to express how grateful we are towards everyone involved in the show. Express our love for them through our posts and show them how amazing of a fan base we are. Show them what amazing people they are, appreciate them, appreciate Voltron. Do it every June 10th, because that’s when the first season premiered. We just need to show them our love for once, not our hate. 

BB-8 The Matchmaker

Anon asked: hi, i love your work, youre such a great writer! id actually like to make a request where bb-8 finds out poe likes you and you like him, leading the droid to enlist every single droid on base to play matchmaker, including c-3po and r2-d2? thanks for considering it!

Author: Zoe

(A/N: Yasss, I love my spherical little droid baby!)

Plot Summary: BB-8, one of the few people, or well, droids that Poe confides in. The spherical droid rolls around giddily, until Poe makes BB-8 promise to not tell anyone. Especially you. However, when the droid overhears you, General Organa’s right-hand, about your attraction to the droid’s master. BB-8 decides to enlist C-3PO, R2-D2, as well as every cleaning, medical, and war droid to bring the two of you together.

Originally posted by emanuelsantos2

“Well, that was nice. Haven’t had a good chat in a while.” You smiled as Poe walked alongside you to your room, BB-8 rolling in between the both of you.

“Yeah, now that the Starkiller Base is destroyed, we have at least some level of peace.” Poe sighed, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he stopped in front of your room.

“So, I’ll see you tomorrow?” You turned around, facing him with your tablet at your hip.

“Of course! When have I ever let you down?”

“How about when I told you not to get captured on Jakku?”

“Okay, besides that. And I’m still alive, right?” Poe gestured wildly to himself, BB-8 rolling around his feet.

You laughed, walking into your room. “Goodnight, Mr. Dameron.” And with a smile and a wave, the door was closed, leaving Poe to walk back to his own room.

BB-8 whirred at him, asking what was wrong.

“I’ll tell you later, buddy.”

As soon as Poe was inside his own room, BB-8 immediately began to beep excitedly, asking Poe why he was acting so sullen.

“Well, how do you feel about Y/N?”

The droid answered, rather keen on you. It considered you as a part of it’s surrogate family.

“So, I may or may not have… Romantic feelings for her.”

BB-8 squealed happily, circling around Poe once again before rolling towards the door.

“Wait, no!” Poe dived and caught the droid in his arms, keeping it from exiting the room.

“BB-8, you can’t tell her! I don’t even know if she even has the same feelings!”

BB-8 stopped and made a questioning beep.

“Just, wait, okay? I just want to be safe and make sure she’s interested or not.”

His droid gave him a reassuring head-tap with its own, before rolling off to its charging station and powering down.

Poe, on the other hand, lied awake in bed, thinking about you, sighing.

He turned over in his bed, trying to get a good night’s sleep.

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