i wrote it so fast

@sadlyamundane asked: Whenever Person A is sleepy they answer every question with “yeah.” Person B uses this oppurtunity to get Person A to agree to them getting a dog the cats (aka Chairman Meow and Church).

Magnus stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at the lump currently under his sheets. The tray of food in his hands wobbled as Magnus made his way over to the bedside table to carefully place the silver tray down, the glass of orange juice tilting dangerously before sitting back upright with the wave of his hand.

Satisfied, Magnus turned back to the lump that was his boyfriend snuggled in the sheets and gently shook Alec’s shoulder. The sheets rustled a bit and a small groan made its way to Magnus’ ear, but other than that, Alec didn’t look like he was waking up anytime soon.

Exasperated, Magnus pulled down the sheets and—in the same motion— straddled Alec. And still, he didn’t wake.

“Oh, come one,” Magnus muttered as he swept a swept a hand through the dark unruly mess that was Alec’s hair. And that seemed to do the trick as Alec began to move under the touch, offering his head so the petting wouldn’t stop. And that gave Magnus an idea.

Because, you see, whenever Alec is sleepy, he tends to answer anything without even knowing what the question is…and Magnus may or may not sometimes take advantage of this fact.

“Alexander, darling, are you awake?” Magnus murmured.

Alec blearily blinked up at Magnus, hands already creeping up to gently grasp Magnus’ hips as he replied with, “What?”

Magnus smiled and leaned down to press a soft kiss to Alec’s lips, who was still only awake enough to gurgle something unintelligible as he easily melted into the kiss, whining when Magnus pulled away too soon. It was too cute of a sound not to giggle at, which of course brought a pout to Alec’s lips as he squinted up at Magnus in mock hurt, clearly also amused as the corner of his lips twitched. And he was just so gorgeous that Magnus had to lean over to give him one more kiss, this one lingering for just a few seconds longer.

But he was getting distracted.

Pulling away with great reluctance, Magnus watched Alec for a moment, only speaking when he saw eyelids begin to droop.

“Alexander, can I ask you something?”

“Hmmm?” was Alec’s only response.

Magnus bit his lip. Maybe this was going to be easier than he thought.

“You know how you like it when I pet you?”

It took a moment, but Alec eventually replied with a, “Yeah.”

“And you know how I like it when you pet me?”

Again, he replied with a, “Yeah”—this one slurred just a bit.

“Well, then I thought it would be lovely if we had something else to pet. You know, like a dog. Or…perhaps a cat? Or two? There are these two wonderful kittens as the local pet shelter. One is a teeny little ball of joy and the other is a grumpy, gray fluffball of a cat, but I think he would suit you just fine. So…what do you say, darling, can we get them?”

Alec didn’t reply, and for a moment Magnus feared he was already asleep again, but then Alec stirred and murmured something.

“What was that, dear? I couldn’t quite catch it.”

“Yeah, sure. That sounds great, Mags.”

Magnus let out a squeal as he pumped a fist in the air, the abrupt movement shaking Alec awake. He took one look at Magnus’ face before practically demanding, “What did I just agree to?”

Laughing, Magnus jumped off of Alec and the bed and made his way to the door. Right as he was about to close it he looked back and said, “You’ll see, dear. I’ll be back soon!”

As Magnus made his way to pick up the adorable felines he heard a ruckus from the bedroom and one last yell from Alec, causing him to burst into giddy laughter.

“Magnus, wait! What did I just agree to!

I Love You (grayson/reader)

requested by anon

reader and gray are out on a date when an unexpected guest shows up which leads to a confession (that was horrible i h8 myself)

Grayson stared in awe as you looked over the menu, he couldn’t believe you guys had been together for a year already. He never thought you’d actually say yes when he used a pickup line on you.

“Gray?” You called.

He snapped out of it, “Hm? Yeah?”

You shook your head as you chuckled, “What’re you day dreaming about?”

“The day you gave me your number. I didn’t think you we’re gonna say yes..” He sheepishly trailed off, his cheeks tinting pink.

You smiled thinking about the day, you were out shopping when he came up to you. At first, you were extremely confused as to why this hot stranger was just staring at you, opening and closing his mouth like a fish till he spoke.

“There’s something wrong with my phone. It doesn’t have your number in it.” It came out confident but he later admitted he was a nervous wreck.

You giggled at him before holding your hand out for his phone which nearly made his eyes bulge out of his head. It’s been history ever since.

“Now what are you day dreaming about?” Grayson smirked as he reached across the table to grab your hand.

Rolling your eyes, “That stupid pickup line.”

You two started laughing but we’re cut off by your phone ringing.It was your manager.

“It’s Lucy, I gotta take it.”

He nodded, “Of course, go ahead baby.”

—•—•—•—•—

10 minutes. Your manager managed to keep you on the phone for ten damn minutes. She kept going on about meetings and tours even after you told her you were celebrating your anniversary.

That woman does not know when to rest.

You quickly made your way back to the table before noticing someone was sitting in your seat across from Grayson. Upon closer inspection you realized it was his obsessive ex girlfriend. They had broken up way before Gray asked you out and she was still hung up on him.

As you walked closer, you happened to hear her begging for Grayson to take her back. It was actually pathetic.

"C'mon Grayson, I know you miss me. I miss you.” She leaned forward which made her boobs nearly spill out of her low cut top.

Seriously?

Grayson physically looked uncomfortable, his face was one of disgust as he tried asking her to leave. This boy was too nice for his own good. But you weren’t.


“Excuse me? Yeah, you’re in my seat. Now if you’d run along, thanks.” You spoke in the sweetest voice you could muster and added a smile for an extra kick.

She looked at you then at Grayson before speaking, “Do you really want me to leave, Gray?”

He nodded eagerly as you spoke, “You can leave willingly or I can call security. How would that look on the explore page?” You rose your eyebrow at the girl.

She stood up, “Well, you still have my number if you need me.”

“He won’t.” You waved as she walked out of the restaurant.

How you managed to keep your cool was beyond you.

Grayson threw his head back in laughter as you took your rightful seat. “Y/N, that was amazing! I seriously don’t think I could love you anymore than I do right now.” He rambled as you gaped at him.

“You love me?” You asked, suddenly feeling self conscious.

Your boyfriend once again reached across to grab your hand before hastily nodding, “Of course i do! I have for quite some time now, I-I just didn’t think you felt the same way.”

“I love you too, idiot! I wouldn’t be threatening your ex with security if I didn’t.” You teased.

He broke out into a smile, “Happy anniversary baby.”

“Happy anniversary, Gray.”

When I think about Lancelot, or Lance/Lotor relationship in general, it gaves my writer side such giddy feeling

(Please forgive for my English cause Im not a native speaker, so I cant express myself clearly )

Because it has POTENTIALS, so much potentials to explore, even when it has nothing to do with shipping (which I found both appealing and disgusting, they will make a very unhealthy pair).. If Im corrected, Lotor in the original series is an insecure character, wants to prove himself with his father Zarkon, while also a half Altean/half Galran,.. This dude has a lot of juicy tropes for a compelling villian my gosh). If the producer keep the basic trait in the original to this version while potrays him with more sinister, manipulating characteristics , Lotor would be an interesting addition to our blue child Lance, an important piece for Voltron team’s dynamic after Shiro’ s disappearance and Lance’s character developement

Because if they have the same self-esteem, attention issue, Lance and Lotor could bond over those, understand each other’s struggles, even become best pals. Lance, during this time already feeling worthless, now he found someone who see his abilities, sympathize with him, Lance would be escatic. Moreover, Lance is extremely friendly and accepting (he protects Yupper and consider it his friend righ after they met, how precious), I wouldnt be surprised if Lance found in Lotor a trusting friend and extent his protective nature over him

And this is when things go down

The voltron team just lost their beloved leader, so Keith will have to take up his position (which I dont think it’s a smart idea, ss2 havent groomed him well enough) and lead Voltron. I can see the balance of team voltron will be broken, mainly because of Keith’s inexperienced and Lance’s self-issue and jealousy. Im expecting a big fight between this two dorks Dreamwork dont let me down. Lance, with his insecurities and homesickness bottled up for 2 seasons, will finally reach his breaking point, snaps

So Lotor came in, reassured Lance, maybe even offer Lance a position in the Garla army (preferably Lotor’s right hand man lol ) where he could be useful and respected and liked and they sounds SO RIGHT to Lance, right?? Even worse, Lotor could offer him to return to his earth, his home..He could make Lance questions his loyalty to his friends and Voltron, while serving as the direct enemy for Keith and Voltron in general

But if the producer wants to follow the original, that Lotor has an unhealthy obsession to Allura and be a rival in love and war with Keith , they would miss an awesome chance to write a very, very good dark and compeling story, an well-written villians and Lance’s journey to mature

anonymous asked:

I'm sure you've answered this before and if so I'm sorry but why don't you like bandaged Rei?

i’m really tired of rei being capitalized upon. first with the introduction of rei into the series in bandages which is used by gendo as a tool to guilt shinji into staying. that scene introduces us from the beginning to understanding rei as a device, specifically rei with bandages which is a marked sign for rei’s sacrifices for humanity (rei doesn’t ever need bandages, they’re always tools for manipulation exacted through rei’s body).

and also, all of the following is crucial to what i’ve said above: there is a lot to say with regards to rei and gender but rei is heavily coded and even an embodiment in a lot of ways of girlhood in the evaverse (in canon and fandom both) and i’m also tired of young girls’ suffering being made beautiful.

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“You exorcised it, Reigen,” Dimple said. “I told you before. You’re a real psychic now.”

The spirit was saying something else now, but Reigen couldn’t hear him over the sudden roar of blood in his ears. He looked down at his shaking fingers. The aura remained, rising slowly off of him in slow tendrils of smoke. There had to be some other explanation. Reigen was not a psychic. There was no possible way he had any sort of power, and certainly not enough power to banish a spirit of that caliber.

And then a thought appeared. It was a strange, all consuming thought, one that Reigen recognized as not his. Everything else in his mind became black static.

you are not my host.

hello friends. over christmas break, i wrote a multi-chapter mob psycho 100 au fic called symbiosis.

after fighting Claw’s Seventh Division (the end of the first season of the anime), Mob’s powers leave Reigen, but something is left behind- something undefinable. Reigen realizes something is wrong, but doesn’t know what, until something- that is, ???%- begins talking to him. Meanwhile, someone begins to take notice of the strange psychic activity coming from the Spirits and Such Consultation office.

If you enjoy plot centric AUs involving psychic powers, horror elements, and general twists and turns, check it out! it’s pretty good. 

anonymous asked:

79. For Shiro and can I request that they get trapped somewhere together. If not that's okay thank you.

kyoootee!! in this drabble (not really anymore) SHIRO IS THE SAME AGE AS YOU.


The smell of alcohol. Tipsy and drowsy voices oozing from the bar. 

Unfortunately, you were one of those voices

You’d only take one shot. One. You even promised Pidge and Allura you’d be sober the time you came back to your dorm. 

Well, you obviously took more than one.

Luckily, the rescuer came due to a worried call from Allura - “She could be passed out right now”, she protested - the faithful Takashi Shirogane.

Once Shiro stepped into the bar, a whole different atmosphere hit him. “Damn,” he whistled, taking in all of it. He wore casual attire - simple black denim jeans, some Nike sneakers, and a military green jacket slung over his tank top(ed? tanktopped?) shoulder. Focus. Find Y/N.

“Excuse me, but have you seen a girl with ____ hair?” Shiro asked the sober bartender, “Really easy to spot; she possibly broke the bar’s record for the amount of shots taken in one sitting..” He stopped when he saw her grin widely, her white teeth sparkling in the dim lights. 

“She’s in the bathroom,” she gestured to the women’s restroom, “she’s a fucking legend.” Her name - Sandra - got called from the other side of the room. “We’re closing soon, thougn, so be careful.” She winked at Shiro and walked away. 

So Shiro reluctantly walked up to the girl’s bathroom and slipped in quietly, with nobody noticing.

“Y/N?” He tried not to yell, leveling his voice so it didn’t show how fucking scared he was to be seen here.

Allura was right. You were knocked out in a stall, the door half open. Sighing with relief, Shiro gently shook you awake. 

Wait what th- the fu-” 

“Y/N, it’s me, Shiro. I’m going to take you home-” He’d been stopped and yelped in surprise as you fell onto him with all your weight. You had been seated on top of the toilet seat and when you fell you had knocked the two of you onto the ground, exposing your faces (the stalls don’t go all the way down so you can see people’s feet :D). 

“Y/N? I need you to get up -”

NooOo! Y/N wants to stay.”

“Shiro wants to leave, and I’m taking you with me.” His eyes glistened with determination, grunting as he struggled with you. I need to get her on my back so she can piggyback me.

Suddenly, the lights went out and Shiro, to his terror, heard the bathroom door lock switch, the noise loud and clear.

You screamed. Shiro fumbled for his phone and turned the flashlight on.

“We stuck, space captain?” Your words were still slurred.

“Afraid so. I can try to call Keith or Allura.”

Giggling, you grasped his hand to his surprise. He flinched at your touch. “Y/N, I need to get us out of here..”

“Let’s stay here.” your laughing eyes stared up at him, your crooked smile prettier than anything in the whole world.. And at that moment, Shiro was done. He’d hidden feelings for you, certain that you had a crush on Keith. His heart had been stabbed, his eyes wild with lust. 

“This is your fault, by the way.”

Shiro dropped his phone as he leaned down to put his lips on yours. Obviously, you were unconscious of anything you were doing because - you were drunk. So you kissed him back. And damn, did it feel good. His warm tongue was hungry, wanting to devour you. You made noises loud enough to echo across the whole college campus.

He let go of you after what seemed like sweet seconds, the two of you panting heavily. There was a loud bang on the door, and the second savior of the night appeared. Pidge’s smirk was obvious. They’d heard all of it. 

“Hey Piidge,” you said drowsily, then dropped your head onto Shiro’s lap in exauhstion.

“I swear Pidge, if you tell anyone-”

“Oh, I won’t.”


end.

anonymous asked:

i know that draco was awful but imo no one was worse than ron. he treated hermione like shit for half of HBP, all because she dared kiss another boy in 4th year. that shit killed any sympathy I had for him. also straight up abandoning Harry and Hermione in Deathly Hallows. sure, he was emotional and sure, he came back...but THAT was not nice.

NO. Do you understand me? N.O.

I’m going to be as clear as possible here -  I love Draco Malfoy to death. He’s my favorite character ever and I will defend him tooth and nail. HOWEVER. there is absolutely no way that you can say that Ron was worse than Draco was to Hermione and Harry. Just the idea is completely ludicrious. Draco was a complete and utter shit to the entire golden trio during pretty much the entire time at Hogwarts. and while that doesn’t make him irredeemable, that fact can’t just be glossed over.

and okay, even though Ron had some weak moments that showed realistic flaws in his character, he was a terrific and loyal friend to both Harry and Hermione. you really aren’t cutting this boy any slack here i mean let me just start to list what he’s done for those two

1. He is one of the first people who likes Harry as a person rather than just as a famous person

2. Helps save Hermione from the troll even after their rocky start of a friendship 

3. Sacrificed himself as a chess piece so Harry could go ahead and save the Stone

4. Continuously defends both Harry and Hermione from Snape and one Draco Malfoy

5. Even when he was mad at Harry for a while in Goblet of Fire , Ron still made sure that Harry got the message about the first task 

6. Let Harry practically join his family with open arms and took him out of the Dursleys house to go to the world cup together

7. His boggart is a spider, and he willingly accompanies Harry to see Aragog featuring hundreds of fucking spiders

8. In Prisoner of Azkaban Ron stares up defiantly from his mangled, broken leg and tells Sirius Black (who he thinks is a murderer at the time) that if he wants Harry, he’ll have to get through his friends first

9. When they are captured he screams at Bellatrix to harm him and let Hermione go

10. He put his life and his families life in danger to follow Harry and Hermione on the horcrux hunt 

11. Ron is what binds Harry and Hermione together and he brings out the best in both of them.

(also one of the reasons that Ron left was because he was under the influence of the horcrux which fed off of his insecurities which were both very human and very realistic and not many of us could say we wouldn’t have felt the same. Yeah it was bad of him to leave, but try to be a little understanding of the amount of stress he was going through. AND he came right back and owned up to his mistakes because thats who he was) 

tbh i love Ron Weasley and would kill to have a best friend like him

anonymous asked:

Seriously like, I can't stress enough that Keith is gay. I mean the way he looked at Kallura and acted with her Isn't something you would normally do if you were around somebody you liked. And when Keith cradled Allura when she fell into his arms, his face was straight (which he's not) and then when he's with Lance, he smiles more. Proven. And when he cradled Lance. THAT SMILE WAS GORGEOUS.

^^^^^

I don’t know about anyone else but I would not sit there with a pokerface if someone I even remotely liked was in my arms like that.

I’d be a fucking fool is what I’d be

anonymous asked:

Negan/Rick au pls. Maybe like Rick stuck on a plane with a crying Judy and Negan saves the day

“She’s usually always so good. I don’t know what’s gotten into her.”

This was troubling. Rick was flying coach in a very cramped airplane. People were making faces, the air was stale as all hell, Judith was crying and Carl was gone. He had a lot on his hands, Judy was practically wailing. The stewardess tried to put on her best smile as she stood to Rick’s side.

“Do you need to change her?”

Of course he didn’t. Rick wasn’t clueless. He swore from day one he wasn’t going to be some lost man, unable to change his own child’s diapers. Rick wasn’t that kind of father and now knowing these things came at an advantage being that he was recently divorced.

God damnit he could see the pity in her eyes. Rick was nervously rocking Judy and she was squirming, her voice croaking from crying for so long.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” Rick shut his eyes, embarrassed and overwhelmed. 

“Well isn’t she a little Mariah Carey, “ a deep voice came from behind the stewardess. So deep and warm like honey, the poor woman nearly melted to the ground. Rick’s eyes grew wide when he saw this strange man. And when he thought strange, he meant strange. Tall, dark, handsome, lanky like a celery stick but one that was snapped in half with the confident lean he was doing. 

“Excuse me,” Rick squinted. “Oh,” he sighed as soon as he got the joke. He tried to catch his breath as he continued bouncing her. “I’m doing what I can okay.” Half expecting a complaint he looked back up at the man but he was leaning towards him, his eyes fondly overlooking Judy. 

“She’s a cutie.One hell of a banshee though.”

“Banshee,” Rick now glared, the man smirked.

“Hi. I’m Negan,” the man offered his hand. Rick looked at it pensively and moved Judy from one arm to another just so he could shake it.

“Yep you got jam hands like I thought,” Negan grumbled in disgust as he wiped his hand off on his jeans. 

“Well it’s juice and god knows what,” Rick was getting a little irritated, he looked around Negan to see if the stewardess was still there but it looked like she was tending to another passenger. 

“Before you tell me to fuck off maybe I know how to silence the little tyke.”

It sounded ominous coming from a stranger. Rick wasn’t about to hand off his child to this man, but then again where the hell could he go. They were already in air and he was running out of options.

“Hey you,” Negan’s voice grew stern as he pointed to the person next to Rick. “You can have my seat.”

“Thank fucking god,” the woman murmured and excused herself, forcing Rick to try to make himself as small as possible just to let her get by, which was nearly impossible. Negan squeezed in without giving Rick much notice and sat next to him, his arms stretching out towards Judith.

“C’mon.”

Rick sighed and looked at Judy, all red and squirmy, her curls sticking to her forehead. He hesitated. Negan was growing impatient, his eyes narrowing.

“I have the magic touch. When I’m at BBQs I’m like a human jungle gym. Now c’mon.” 

“Alright,” Rick handed her over to Negan. 

With ease he held her in his arms, making the goofiest faces that Rick would never expect to see come from a tough looking guy like him. Her crying started growing softer, her breathing slowing down as she stared at him curiously. Negan bounced her in his arms until she eventually just calmed down. Rick was in complete shock, his jaw dropping. 

“How in the hell,” Rick said softly, Negan smirked and shrugged. Eventually she settled onto his chest, her face in his shoulder, her eyes now on Rick. Her eyes fluttered, then started blinking slower and slower until she finally nodded off.

“Magic touch,” Negan said again. 

Rick didn’t want to carry on conversation with this stranger so he buried his head in a book. He kept reading the line over and over, trying not to focus on this man beside him who had grown silent. There was something about his body language that told Rick he was searching for the right thing to say, and Rick was already dreading it. 

“So where’s the missus?” The man said.

Rick turned a page, pretending not to hear him.

“The sperm bank. Where’s the sperm bank?” The man said again, his voice a little louder. Rick nearly felt himself gag.

“Not here,” Rick finally said, giving Negan a stone cold glare. The man chuckled, amused by his response. 

“Gee. Sorry. Just asking. I mean–” God he was still talking, Rick thought to himself. “You’re really cute. Like it’s crazy stupid you’re not boning a hottie.” 

Warmth spread through his cheeks, Rick was hating himself for even blushing. He swallowed, unsure what to say. “I’m divorced,” now Rick hated himself more for saying the truth when he could have easily lied. There was no way in hell he’d see this guy again so it didn’t even matter. 

There was that window of opportunity. Was this guy about to hit on him? 

“Hmm,” Negan nodded, then stared forward. Rick leaned in confused, Negan’s eyes narrowed and looked at his again. “What?”

“Nothing,” Rick turned away, leaning his chin against his fist.  

“Hey bright eyes, if you want me to ask you out, just ask.”

“What gives you that idea,” Rick spat out, the both of them still keeping their voices low.

“Just so you know this whole thing wasn’t a ploy to get in your, well–” Negan looked at Judy then back at Rick, “Underoos.”

“Under-what,” he found himself getting wound-up but it was pushing Negan further and further, he looked like he was having a grand old time messing with him.

“I’m just being a good citizen here. I saved the day didn’t I? You have to like that about me.”

Rick stayed silent. 

“Anyway,” Negan continued, “I like how your eyes get bluer when you’re angry. Now I think you’re too chicken to ask me out.”

“I’m not doing shit.

“Wow,” Negan smirked and leaned his head back into the seat.

“Yes wow.” 

“You want me to go then? Cause I’ll fucking go.”

“No. Wait,” Rick pled, Negan smirked again, that god damned fucking Cheshire grin. Rick’s heart jumped hard in his chest, his eyes growing glossy and like an animal sniffing out blood Negan knew he got him. What was worse was Rick knew it too. 

Justice being able to sense when Anders gets anxious, manifesting just enough to run the mage’s hand along his chest, his neck, through his hair; gentle touches to help soothe a panicked mind.

Justice walking Anders’ body to the nearest bed when he collapses at his desk, or in any other location that could lead to discomfort in the morning, making sure the precious little sleep Anders does manage to get counts.

Justice watching others carefully, trying to learn just how often mortals need to eat, eventually coming to understand the need well enough to remind Anders when he realizes the mage has skipped yet another meal.

Justice helping Anders to cope with their reality and the many other problems weighing him down, caring for him as best he can despite his limited knowledge of exactly what his host needs.

Because Anders is his friend, and though many mortal concepts continue to confuse and elude the spirit, Justice does know what that means.

I had such a good day today. It was field day at the school, so for the first two hours of the day my kids played field games and I joined in most of them if they didn’t need an adult helping. My kids devastated me in so many of those games! It was very fun, my kids all enjoyed it, and it was a good day. 

One of the parents wrote a letter to the principal and our principal shared it with the whole school. In the letter the mom said how she was impressed by how so many of the kids were kind and inclusive in their games to others with special needs. In the email I’m the only teacher mentioned by name as a ‘model example’ and it was really touching. I felt proud of how kind my kids are.

And then I get a text from one of my best friends ever about awesome news that just killed me in joy. (PHXCC is going to be the most amazing thing ever). I can’t even begin to tell you how and why I’m so excited about this message.

Last week I tried adding on a second tutoring job after school and nearly died from three 14 hour days in a row, plus work on Saturday. I had some uncomfortable money talks too and the whole week had been shit. But seven days later things can turn around so much. I have a better understanding of my physical and mental limits when it comes to work, I know I need to save a little longer to do anything, and I remember why I wanted to be a teacher. I love my job, I really do.

anonymous asked:

sorry to bother you but how were the portayals of black characters in mass effect racist? ive only played me2 so far and i liked jacob, but maybe im just desensitized to these things bc im white?

I have a real problem with Jacob and his entire story, so I am sorry that you like him.

See Jacob’s story promotes a very racist stereotype, The Baby Daddy.

Jacob a black man, grew up without a father and has deeply seated issues because of it. 

Woe is the black man who without a father and has to do twice the amount of good to make up for that, who has to do good for both himself and his father and worse says so almost verbatim.

Now look, many people grow up without fathers, but it becomes an issue because of how his loyalty mission and later in ME3 all hinge on this one trope that is always stereotyped for black people.

In his loyalty, he goes to find his father and surprise not only is his father not dead, but he is the only leading man left. He is a rapist, a criminal, an abuser, and he stays only for a harem of women; when he could have beacon-ed home to his wife and son sooner. Basically Jacob ends up as a black man with an absent, black, criminal father. Not good.

Then, unfortunately, in Mass Effect 3 (sorry for the spoiler, but it is important) this comes back two-fold. Jacob ends up being a father himself, which again wouldn’t be inherently terrible if this wasn’t a common trope for him. Not to mention, if he was romanced by Shepard, he ends up being unfaithful and having the child anyways.

Just a LOT with Jacob was handled poorly and made him into the poster child for black men with daddy issues.

My favorite black person in Mass Effect is actually Anderson, he is promoted as a person, an Admiral, just plain badass, and a GOOD father figure for the main character Shepard. Plus Keith Motherfucking David. Wish we had more like him.

feel it in your heart // rogue one

jyn and cassian aren’t dating but they are something and sometimes they go for night time drives

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She doesn’t have to ask him to come get her – he’s already lapping the block when she stumbles out onto the lawn, tugging on a jacket. Her feet are bare.

She tugs open the door and slips into the passenger seat and he pulls out onto the road.

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Virginity | G-Dragon x You

About: G-Dragon & You.
Cameos: The rest of Big Bang.
Point of View: You, the reader.
Rated: M.

Summary: Part of the “virginity” series.

Note: So I was talking about doing a challenge of writing five different scenarios, one for each guy of you losing your virginity to them and how they would make the experience! Sooo… here is the first one! Have some G-Dragon! It’s pretty long so get ready to reaaddd. lol. Sorry if there’s any mistakes, I actually wrote this one pretty fast, so yeah, sorry if it’s lacking.

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Modern AU Married Hiccstrid fluff

Because you know, I can’t headcanon something and then not write it. I wrote this super fast so sorry for any mistakes!

“Why are you up so early, babe?” Astrid asked, pulling a tank top over her sports bra. “You don’t have class until eleven.”

Hiccup stretched. “Well, you know, I thought I’d take you out for coffee and a bite to eat before you have to go to practice. I miss having breakfast with you.” With the start of the new academic year meant the start of early morning volleyball practices for Astrid, and Hiccup was evidentially disappointed that, between the practices and his weekend job, he rarely got to sit down to breakfast with his wife anymore.

A smile crept across Astrid’s lips as she pulled her long, thick blonde hair into a messy bun. “Where are we going?”

“I was thinking that little cafe by campus.” Hiccup tossed on a t-shirt. “You know, the one with the breakfast sandwiches?”

“Sounds good.” She glanced at her phone. “I only have an hour before I have to be at the gym, so we might want to catch the train soon.” The couple went to NYU, and seeing that parking was a financial nightmare in the city, they’d opted to buy train passes instead when they’d moved off-campus.

“Yeah, I’ll be ready in five,” Hiccup promised, buttoning his jeans.

After putting on a sports headband to hold her bangs out of her face, Astrid quickly threw a clean washcloth into her volleyball bag, as she’d need to wash the sweat off her face after practice. She then headed to the kitchen, where she grabbed a Gatorade out of the fridge and tossed it on top of the washcloth before zipping the bag shut.

“You good?”

The blonde turned around to look at her husband. “Yeah, are you?”

Hiccup nodded.

The two hurried to the elevator, and after it reached the ground floor of the apartment complex, quickly made their way to the nearest train station. Luckily, a train arrived in only a few minutes, and they soon found themselves at the cafe.

“Get whatever you want,” the auburn-haired young man said as Astrid read the board behind the counter. “I’m paying.”

Eventually, the couple were ready to order. Hiccup got a sausage, egg, and cheese bagel sandwich with a hazelnut coffee, and Astrid opted for eggs, toast, and a fruit cup with a mocha latte.

“Alright, milady,” Hiccup said when they finished their meals. “I’m gonna go back home until it’s time for class. Kick some butt at practice.” He wrapped his arms around his wife and gave her a kiss on the lips. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” Astrid insisted, returning his embrace before rushing off to the gym. There, the other girls were already warming up as they gossiped about boyfriend problems.

It was moments like these that reminded Astrid how amazing it really was to have a husband who loved her.

Big Bang Reacts to Someone Hitting On You

Hey guys! So, I had a moment and a small amount of inspiration, so I figured I’d write another one for fun. (I DON’T OWN ANY OF THE GIFS OR PICTURES, I SIMPLY FOUND THEM ON GOODLE!!)

Reaction: You go out to a club with all of the guys. Your date leaves you alone for a moment to go get you both drinks, but a guy comes up and tries to flirt with you.


1. TOP

     He would stay back and see how you react. If you look calm and like you’re handling the situation yourself, then he’ll stay out of it. The moment you look uncomfortable or angry, he would walk up to you and hand you your drink. His arm would wrap around your waist as he stared the guy dead in the eyes, his face expressionless. The guy would probably feel really uncomfortable and walk away.

     “Are you okay?” He asks quietly, kissing the top of your head.


2. Taeyang

     Taeyang would be subtle about it, asking G-Dragon to watch your drinks as he makes his way to you. He would wrap his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. He would ignore the guy, whispering in your ear as he sways with you gently to whatever music is playing. 

     If the guy confronts him, he would politely inform him that you are taken. He would not get angry unless the guy tried to put his hands on either him or you. Then he would handle the guy in a much less polite manner. 

     “This girl? Right here? Yeah, she’s my girlfriend. I would rather you leave her alone,” He gently pulls you back to where G-Dragon sits as G-Dragon silently laughs at the guys expression. (Like the little shit he is sometimes.)


3. G-Dragon

     G-Dragon would be instantly angry. He would walk up and pull you into a heated kiss, eyeing the guy the entire time. If he was still there, he would turn and glare at him. 

     “Don’t you know that my Jagi is much too pretty to talk to you? Save yourself the embarrassment and just leave,” His arm goes around your shoulders as he pulls you into another kiss.


4. Daesung (being the sweet little marshmallow we all know he is)

     Daesung would hang back and wait to see how you handle yourself. He would want to avoid confrontation at all costs. The second taht he saw that you were upset, he would walk up to you and take your hand. He would politely ask him to leave you alone. If the guy didn’t leave, one of the other guys would probably notice, most likely Seungri, and would stand a little ways behind both of you in case the guy tried to pull something. (He is literal sunshine, I don’t see him wanting to be too confrontational.)

     “Look, I’m just here to have a good time with my girlfriend, so I’d really prefer for you to leave us alone,” His words aren’t harsh, but his tone is firm. Seungri glares at the guy from over Daesung’s shoulder, probably intimidating the guy more than Daesung, causing the guy to walk away. 


5. Seungri

     Seungri would also be instantly angry. One of the biggest differences though, is that Seungri knows everyone. He would probably just call the owner of the club and have the guy escorted out. He would walk up to you and hold you close as he watched the guy being forced to leave. Seungri would smirk at him, causing you to give him a look. He just shrugged at you. 

     “What?” The only one allowed to mess with you like that is me,” he murmurs in your ear, pulling you tightly against him chest. 


I hope you guys enjoyed! It’s a little shorter than the last one, but I just randomly thought of it so I wrote it pretty fast.

i guess i’ll have to learn to be delicate (with your heart)

Fluff Friday: November 18 “Big & Little”

Not particularly shippy. Featuring: Sakura and Kakashi, with guest appearances by Naruto, Sai, Yamato, Tsunade and Shizune. Would nod vaguely at canon if they were to pass in the street.

This is de-aged fic. Neither Sakura nor chibi!Kakashi are particularly thrilled, but Naruto thinks it’s hilarious.


Sakura’s just coming up on the end of a long, long hospital shift when she hears the commotion in the lobby. She pauses, letting her attention stray from the medical chart she’s updating to trying to decipher the noise two floors down, but the distance muffles everything to only the dull rise and flow of voices. She cocks her head, listening to no avail.

“Haruno-sensei?” the chūnin perched on the bed dares prompt.

She frowns and shakes her head, turning back to her patient. If she’s needed, Shizune will send one of the nurses to fetch her. Until then, she has work to finish.

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A Rooftop date?

Ok so this is adorable and I love it so thank you so much. I decided to make this a future fic. It’s not beta’d and I wrote it fast so I might improve on it one day.

“Keep them closed.” His words tickled her ear as they continued to walk awkwardly, his hands covering her eyes. 

After a few more steps up, and the sound of a door creaking, he finally removed his hands from where they were pressed gently over her eyes. 

“Wow” Betty’s voice was barely above a whisper as she turned to look at Jughead. He shrugged slightly, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans and giving her an awkward smile. She knew that he’d never been good with compliments.

“Juggie it’s so pretty.” He grabbed her hand as she turned to look at the scene in front of her again. She kept looking at him and then back at the rooftop he had so meticulously prepared.

The rooftop garden of their apartment was transformed. She had always found it quite pretty, with all of the gorgeous plants of varying colours and the rocks that they had used to make a floor. She loved coming up here to read, it was so peaceful, quiet, and so beautiful. The rooftop looked over Riverdale, she loved to look out over the shops with the people milling around, and the serene river. There was also a permanent gentle breeze up here that gently swept her honey blonde locks off her face and calmed her. But what Jughead had done to the rooftop paradise had outdone even the wildest dreams she had dreamt up here. 

He had created a platform on the rocks that made up the ground of the rooftop, wood planks partially covered by the softest blanket they owned, there was also their wicker picnic basket, a bottle of champagne, and two champagne flutes. Wrapped around the pots of each plant, he had wrapped twinkle lights that flickered softly in the fading light of the setting sun.

She couldn’t believe that he had done all of this, spent all of this time and energy, just for her. But then again, she could believe it, because her boyfriend had proved, time and time again, that he would do absolutely anything for her. She smiled softly at the memories of the rooftop dates at the start of their relationship, laying side by side on top of the Andrew’s roof, talking about anything and everything under the sun, hands clasped so tightly, as though if they let go, the other person would slip away forever.

She turned her smile to Jughead, and bounced to her toes, gently moving a few black strands of hair off his forehead so that she could kiss it.

“Shall we?” he asked her, pulling her hand slightly towards the picnic set up.

“We shall.”

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After they had eaten all of the food that Jughead had prepared, Betty went to move the basket, so that they could lay down and look at the stars; however, when she picked it up, something slid around in the bottom.

“Did we forget to eat something?” she was confused, they had definitely eaten everything that he’d said he made.

Jughead kneeled so that he could reach to grab the basket from her hands. He stuck a hand in the basket, brow furrowing, in a way she found adorable, because he was having difficulty reaching whatever was in there. He brought one knee up and placed the basket on it, so that he could get a better angle. After he had reached what was inside, he flung the basket aside, but kept what was inside wrapped in his hand.

“What was it?” Betty asked, more confused than ever, it clearly wasn’t food that he was clutching. He was still crouched on one knee when he began to speak, voice shaking ever so slightly.

“Elizabeth Cooper. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. The lighthouse in the storm. The light at the end of the tunnel. You’ve saved my life every day that you’ve been in it. You’re fiery, funny, intelligent, beautiful, and the most kind person I’ve ever met. I can’t imagine a life without you, and frankly, I don’t want to. Bets, will you marry me?” he finally revealed the small box in his hand, opening it to a small diamond ring. She looked into his soft blue eyes and knew, there is no place that she would rather be.

“Of course I will, Juggie”