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Hey, everyone! I recently hit 100 followers! I’ve had this blog since January and even though I had a rough start and I wanted to leave a few times, I’m very glad I pushed through. I wanted to save a follow forever for another milestone and just do a drabble game for this one but there are so many amazing blogs a wanted to thank. I really appreciate every single one of you guys. This blog has been a safe haven for me, and I can’t imagine how my life would be without it. I’ve felt much more loved on this blog in the short time I’ve had it than on my previous blog, which I had for 2 and half years before I left. Even though this blog may be considered ‘small’ to some people (not that it matters to me), I still feel as if I genuinely matter to all of you, and I can’t thank you enough. I will never be able to fully express my gratitude. I really do care about all of you. All the users that show up under my followers are my friends, and I care about each one of you so much. Thank you all so much for all that you’ve done for me. I’m beyond grateful.

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anonymous asked:

Okay so I'm not sure if you've played Fire Emblem Heroes (New iPhone + Android app), but I was wondering if you could do a Fem Robin x Lon'qu where Lon'qu gets summoned, but he needs to get back to Robin ASAP so he starts freaking out. Something along those lines. P.S Love your work! It's practically mine and my friends bible!

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“I have a good feeling about this one.” Alfonse said with a smile, handing the orb to Kiran. The summoner took the red little thing, preparing to summon their next warrior. “We’ll need more offensive support for the next battle, according to Anna. I’ll bet this one will give us just what we need.”

The orb was placed, and Kiran prepared the summons. In a brilliant flash of light, the orb exploded, and out of nowhere, a man appeared in its place.

A man who looked incredibly disheveled, his hands filled with herbs, and a murderous expression that made both the prince and the summoner feel he wasn’t exactly friendly.

“What…the hell did you do?” Was the first thing out of the man’s mouth, his sword nearly drawn. Alfonse took a tentative step back, readying his own blade.

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“Filthy Halls” deleted scene

Youji shows up at Masaomi’s house in Kyoto unannounced. “I was in the area,” he had said as an explanation, and they both knew how exceedingly unlikely that was without Masaomi pointing it out, so Masaomi didn’t say anything at all.

“My brother is dead,” Youji said finally, after dinner and then watching TV for a couple hours on Masaomi’s couch while Masaomi worked on his laptop.

“Congratulations,” Masaomi said mildly, knowing how Youji felt about his brothers. “The evil one or the dick?”

“The dick,” Youji said, “Although, I feel the need to point out that they were both evil.”

“I have very fancy champagne,” he offered, “Seijuurou is home though, so we’d probably have to wait until he goes to sleep if we want to get really drunk.”

“Ah, I see you’ve already mastered the finer nuances of good parenting,” Youji said fondly. Masaomi decided he would let Youji continue to think he didn’t want Seijuurou to see them drunk out of delicacy for role model purposes, and not at all because he was sure Seijuurou would find a way to exploit that weakness to his advantage. Youji leaned back on the couch, pinching the bridge of his nose, as if he had a headache. “I do want to get drunk, which probably means that I shouldn’t.”

“Fair enough,” Masaomi said. “I also have very fancy cake.”

“I could eat some cake,” Youji acknowledges.


It was on the third slice of cake that Youji’s phone rings. “It’s Ryouta,” he says, as an explanation for why he gets up to take the call. Masaomi tunes out at that point, because he doesn’t feel the need to listen in on Youji’s conversations with his son.

It’s not until he hears Youji cry out, “Ryouta, stop. I can help you, just tell me where you are. We’ll figure this out together. Ryouta!” sounding like a wounded animal, that Masaomi whips his head up.

Youji is looking at his phone and Masaomi’s heart stops for just a second—he has seen that expression on Youji’s face before, and it’s not good.

“What happened?” he demands, already getting up. He’s not sure what he’s going to do, but he thinks desperately that he has to stop Youji somehow (he’s not sure what he’s stopping Youji from doing, but he’s ready to intervene, to do anything, to make it all go away).

“Yukio,” Youji says, his voice a strangled whisper. “Something—something must have happened to Yukio. I have to—I have to go them.” He’s packing up his stuff and looking wretched and lost.

“OK, we’ll go them,” Masaomi says calmly. “Where are they?”

“I don’t—I don’t know.” Youji stops and swallows and looks at him helplessly, “Masaomi, I don’t know where my sons are.”

He sounds close to breaking so Masaomi pulls at him, steering him towards the laptop. “It’s OK, I can find them. Give me their cell phone numbers and tell me everything.”

“You can—you can track their numbers?”

I can,” Masaomi says, allowing that this isn’t something just anyone can do.

Youji paces, agitated, as Masaomi starts working at his computer. He’s only ever heard Youji sound so helpless once before, and he hates it. His own heart beats fast with the sense of urgency that he knows Youji must be feeling.

“Ryouta said—he said something bad might have happened. He meant Yukio.”

“Did he say that?”

“No, but—that’s the only thing it could have been, to make him sound like that. Something must have happened to Yukio, and I don’t—Ryouta sounded like he was going to do something dangerous and what if—”

“It will be fine,” Masaomi says, with firm conviction, like he can will it to be true. “Everything is going to be fine.”

They both knew that sometimes things weren’t fine. Youji almost died after he lost Hinami; Masaomi is positive he won’t make it if he loses those two kids. Masaomi works faster and then curses when the results settle in a location.

“What? Where are they?!”

“Iwatobi,” Masaomi says, knowing what that means to Youji.

“Oh, God, he must have—Seiji.

Masaomi swallows, knowing that Youji had good reasons to hate his brothers, and he’s feeling in the blanks about why his kids might have gone to Iwatobi. “You never told your gay son about your homophobic sadistic brothers?” Masaomi asks even as they’re already packing up and heading out the door.

“I didn’t think I had to!” Youji says, “I told Yukio not to go, he’s never disobeyed before—Jesus Christ, if he’s done anything to hurt my kids I’m going to kill him.”

The eldest brother, Masaomi thinks. The one Masaomi really should have done something about, years ago. Except Youji hadn’t wanted that, not really. And now they’re both regretting that inaction.

“How long does it take to get to Iwatobi?” Youji asks. “Do you have a jet?”

“Yes, of course, but it’ll be faster to take a helicopter, we won’t have to worry as much about landing—”

“Will a helicopter be fast enough?”

“One of mine will, I designed them myself,” Masaomi says.

“OK, OK,” Youji says, mostly to himself, as if trying to calm down.

The round the corner, and Seijuurou is standing there. Masaomi blinks, having momentarily forgotten he was around.

“Is Ryouta in trouble?” Seijuurou asks.

“He might be, and we’re kind of in a hurry—”

“I will go with you,” Seijuurou says.

Masaomi would protest this but they don’t have time. And Seijuurou might come in handy anyway. At any rate, his presence would keep Youji from losing himself entirely, so Masaomi just nods and they head out the door.

There’s too much at stake at the moment—Youji is already too close to losing his mind with worry, so there’s no point in adding to that. But a deeply unsettled feeling spreads throughout Masaomi as he thinks about Iwatobi and how he knows there’s other things in that small town that the Miracles might have to worry about.

And for the first time, he starts to think maybe it wasn’t just a coincidence that the secrets in Iwatobi happened to be in the same place as Youji’s home town.



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Prompt: This wasn’t meant to be a date, but we’ve had such a good time and now it’s 2 a.m. and I should really go home…

Pairing: T’Pura

Requested by @ussspocko, thank you for your patience! This got big! Haha! I had so many different ideas but then I realized this was perfect Fake Date/Academy AU fodder and I JUST couldn’t help myself. I don’t write these ladies as often as I should, so I hope it’s alright!

“I require your assistance.”

The words, at first, didn’t quite sink in. Nyota had been happily nursing her drink, her well-deserved reward after a long week. The music here was loud and predictable, the bartender chatty enough for company but busy enough to remove any social obligation, and it was as good a place as any to unwind. The ebb and flow of her Friday nights had become important to her– the few moments she really had to relax all to herself.

At least, most Fridays were like that. With the Vulcan woman sidling up next to her at the bar and her hurried plea for help, Nyota suspected this wasn’t going to be a typical night out.

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anonymous asked:

actually I've been wondering for awhile what "I" word you use in Japanese, I've been learning Japanese and just wondering as far as queer communities in Japan if they ever step out of the (w)atashi is for girls/neutral and boku/ore is for boys thing. Could a fairly feminine looking person get away with boku? just wondering about what the situation actually is surrounding those words usage.

i don’t use any particular set of first person pronouns ( i / me / my / mine) because i’m not comfortable using any of them. rather, i use various different pronouns or no pronoun at all depending on the register i’m speaking in, the situation i’m in, who i’m speaking to, how i’m feeling that particular day at that particular time, etc etc. thankfully Japanese is a very flexible language when it comes to pronouns in general and doesn’t even require usage of them at all most of the time, unlike English.

that doesn’t stop Japanese pronouns from being a pain in my native-English-speaking-gaijin ass, though.

while i hesitate to make broad generalizations about what people in Japan (queer or otherwise) do or don’t do, i think it’s safe to say that Japanese people in general twerk, bend and play with language (including pronouns) all the time. while the gendered associations that exist with pronouns are strong, lots of people defy those associations every day (and are subsequently met with varying degrees of pushback from society because of it, of course, but still). in Japanese much more so than is even possible with English, Japanese pronouns are loaded with much more than just gender associations. among other things, they are also imbued with character and which one a person uses is read as saying as much about that person’s gender as it is their individual personality and self-expression, in my humble opinion. after all, there is more than one pronoun associated with either of the binary genders. everyone has a choice when it comes to their pronoun usage and gender is but one of many considerations.

again, this is just my opinion, but if the situation isn’t formal or otherwise warranting humility or “professionalism”, anyone could “get away with” using 僕 / “boku”. especially as a gaijin (foreigner) and doubly so if your Japanese ability isn’t particularly advanced, people will just assume that your pronoun usage is a learner’s mistake influenced by anime / manga. even if your Japanese ability is notably good, it’s highly unlikely that anyone would actively reprimand you in a casual setting, although they may pause upon hearing it and maybe just maybe eventually muster up the courage to point out what they assume to be a mistake on your part, but it’s much, much more likely that they’ll just chalk it up to being a personality quirk.

i don’t consider myself to be feminine at all, but even so the only time i’ve ever been called out on my usage of 僕 / “boku” has been when i consciously decided to use it in class with young students just to see how they’d react, upon which i’m immediately corrected because kids are just like that. they like to think that they’ve one-upped me and are teaching me A Thing, but also, espeically for Japanese kids imho, the world for them is a much more rigid place in general #Because決まり.

while (adult) native speakers of Japanese masterfully command their pronoun usage and defy social norms in many ways beyond just pronouns, i, on the other hand, police my own pronouns out of sheer self-consciousness and anxiety. kids aside, it’s never others imposing linguistic social norms on me, it’s always just me who’s awkward.

Wow! Never in a million years did I ever think that I would reach 500 followers like I have now! I would never have believed you if you told me that my blog would have been as supported as it is now, and I am more than honoured to be the one who is running it!

I am bad at expressing myself, so I may sound repetitive throughout this, but either way I am honestly super happy about this, thank you so much to all of you – new and old followers alike. Without you guys I wouldn’t even be in this wonderful fandom, not meeting some of the most amazing people I have ever met, and not writing this beautiful macho man. I cannot express enough gratitude towards you all and your kindness!

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anonymous asked:

I have a need for more of that McCree and Baby drabble. McCree would be such a good papa. and I also want reunion and Hanzo like oh I'm a dad.

You got it, anon. Thanks for your message.

The baby was a small one, and several shades paler than McCree. Already, it had his messy, thick hair and full lips. Its eyes though- when they opened, were definitely not McCree’s- Jesse had never had that stern, surly gaze.

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anonymous asked:

i'm a high school freshman, and i'm taking GeoHonors, BioHonors, Advanced English, and Advanced Art... i'm overwhelmed. I attend a high school known for high stress levels and suicides.. Previously in my elementary+middle schools, i was a straight-A student, no biggie. I thought high school would be the same.. which is why I signed up for so many honors. I'm also playing competitive volleyball, studying for the october ACT (for a summer camp), and preparing for my final piano exam. help? ~Kass

Hey Kass! Hope you’re doing well. Shelby here. :)

You sure got a lot going on. Sometimes that can be good & other times not so much. But you do sound very smart and you do seem like you got a ton going for you which is a plus.

I’ve got some resources & links to show you today in hopes it helps you.

Healthy Ways to Cope with Stress

Feeling emotional and nervous or having trouble sleeping and eating can all be normal reactions to stress. Engaging in healthy activities and getting the right care and support can put problems in perspective and help stressful feelings subside in a few days or weeks. Some tips for beginning to feel better are:

  • Take care of yourself.
  • Talk to others. Share your problems and how you are feeling and coping with a parent, friend, counselor, doctor, or pastor.
  • Avoid drugs and alcohol. Drugs and alcohol may seem to help with the stress. In the long run, they create additional problems and increase the stress you are already feeling.
  • Take a break. If your stress is caused by a national or local event, take breaks from listening to the news stories, which can increase your stress.
  • Eat healthy, well-balanced meals
  • Exercise on a regular basis
  • Get plenty of sleep
  • Give yourself a break if you feel stressed out

Recognize when you need more help. If problems continue or you are thinking about suicide, talk to a psychologist, social worker, or professional counselor.

Time Management:

Motivation & Procrastination:

Study Techniques & Studying:


Exams and tests:

General Academics:


College needs:


Helpful sites:

High school needs:

Mental health resources:

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School resources:

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ACT Test Guide

Things to Remember:

  • Difficult questions are worth the same points as easy questions.
  • If you answer 53% of the questions correctly, you get an average score.
  • There is no penalty for wrong answers - guess if you don’t know.
  • Budget your time; don’t spend too much time on a question.
  • Read each question throughly and know what it’s asking for.
  • Mark up the booklet to help you - annotate and show your work if that helps you


  • Questions often test for redundancy and irrelevance.


  • The first time, go through and do the questions that are easier and faster to do.
  • Then, go back and tackle questions that you don’t know how to do or will take more time for you to complete.
  • Look at the answers and plug them in. (start with the middle answer)
  • Substitute numbers for variables.
  • Look at the question like a logic puzzle, not a math problem.


  • Skim the reading to get a general sense of the passage.
  • Answer questions that refer to specific words or sentences, and then move on the questions that require you to read paragraphs.
  • Focus on main points and ideas. (usually in first and last sentences of each paragraph)
  • Pay attention to details that might be important to the story.
  • Think about why the author wrote the passage and
  • Mark up the booklet - annotate! (as mentioned above)


  • what the labels mean
  • what the table shows
  • trends
  • units of measurements
  • data representation (charts and tables)
  • research summaries
  • conflicting viewpoints (usually asked to compare and contrast)


  • formulate and opinion
  • maintain focus on your topic
  • ability to defend your opinion using reasoning and supporting ideas
  • organize your ideas in a logical way
  • use language clearly and effectively

Helpful ACT links:

Hope this helps. :) xx


anonymous asked:

I'm not sure if you're still taking requests for the 100th milestone prompts (congratulations!) If you are could you do number 94 and Saizo?

It’s very understandable why one would want this slippery devil to tell the truth. Thank you very much for the request, dear anon. I hope you enjoy it!

The world was peaceful as you worked in the kitchen, stealing it for yourself in between meals so that you could prepare some treats for your lover. Dango, of course. It was amazing how far you had progressed with him since first meeting; now, you almost had his arrival and departure times down to a science. It was almost as if you had been granted a sixth sense, signalling to you every time he was close to coming home.

If only you had been given the power to read thoughts as well, you think, unsatisfied with what little information you actually know about him. You take as much as he is willing to give you without complaint, but what he gives of himself is very little to begin with. That is what pulls at you. It makes it seem as though you are barely more than strangers, despite how far you seem to have come.

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anonymous asked:

Thank god, another bnha scenario blog!! YESS!! I've just read the ones that you have atm and they are awesome!! Could I request a scenario where Kirishima, Denki, Iida and Deku run into Bakugo in a mall, and they see he's with a girl, And they follow him and they find out it's his girlfriend. And the next day they tease him about it in school? I hope I explained it well, I'm m not very good at explaining...Very very sorry for that

I’m gonna make this super long cause I need to apologize for the misunderstanding ;w; 

I’m still very very sorry nonnie! I hope this makes up for it! Enjoy!!

Deku was practically vibrating with excitement as he sighted three of his classmates waving at him from afar.

It had been two days ago when Kirishima and Kaminari approached him to ask whether he’s interested to join them this Saturday for an outing. The freckled boy was so giddy and excited at the prospect of hanging out with his friends outside school, he immediately gave an ‘okay’.

It was amazing how quickly he was able to assimilate ever since he entered UA – to be treated normally and not as an outcast was still a little foreign for him, and to be honest he never knew how happy such a common act could made him. It was all thanks to his kind (well, most of them) classmates in 1-A. They thought of him as an equal, and the treatment was refreshing compared to the ridiculing looks his older classmates would always threw him. 

But most of all, it’s the miracle of Kacchan who was finally starting to acknowledge him as a proper human being! In fact, his childhood friend had probably seen him as an equal now, or so he hoped, if the lessened bullying directed towards him was any indication.

If Bakugou was here right now and could hear his thoughts, he would probably be sulking with that pouty-and-enraged expression of his. Yes, that unique face of his, just similar to the blond stranger a few feet away from them–


“Is that Kacchan?” He couldn’t help but point out.

“Where?!” Kirishima followed his green haired friend’s gaze and gasped in betrayal, “I asked him to come along and he said he was going to spend the weekend at home! The nerve of him!”

Iida pushed up his glasses, feeling responsible to become the voice of reason amidst unruly teenagers, “While I do not condone lying, he must have had a reason for his actions.”

“No, no, Iida, my man– Bros does not lie to each other, ever!”

Before Iida could remove Kirishima’s arm around his shoulder or threw a retort, the blond in their group had intercepted, “It looks like he’s buying something,” Kaminari squinted his electric colored eyes and suddenly threw his companions a wide grin, “Hey, you know what? We should tail him!”

“I’m not sure if that’s a good idea…. If we get caught….,” The shortest of the group advised. After all, if Bakugou lied to them in the first place, it must be something he really didn’t want anyone to find out.

“Nice, Kaminari! Come on, guys! We’ll lose him at this rate!” The spiky haired redhead took the leader position upon himself and started to stalk his friend, followed by an equally mischievous looking Kaminari, his phone out and with the camera app opened.

Iida and Midoriya glanced at each other with similar meaningful look, one that screamed ‘why do these two always go looking for trouble’, before joining the other two. 

At the very least, Iida had his Engine and Midoriya his One For All Full Cowl, meaning they could each grab a friend and run away lightspeed before Bakugou could blow their heads off if he realized he was being tailed.

Meanwhile, you had been waiting quietly on the benches by the mall’s small, circular fountain. It was a sunny and overall nice Saturday, you had been enjoying your date so far, and you really hoped this peacefulness would last until your date finished. Trouble always seemed to follow your boyfriend as much as how he always seemed to look for it, with that hot head and skyscraper-high pride of his.

When you caught sight of him returning safely with two ice creams on his hands, you beamed brightly and swung your feet childishly in excitement, hand stretched forward to accept your much wanted cold snack. Your boyfriend however, didn’t budge nor acknowledged your gesture.

“What? I brought these for myself, idiot,” his voice was harsh as ever, but you could see the teasing glint in his red eyes, and you decided to play along just for a bit.

You threw him a fake look of betrayal and stood up to your full height before reaching out for one of the sweet treat again. Katsuki stepped backward, and your fingers grabbed air, missing your target. He looked pleased when you pouted, and you threw him a scolding look with your eyebrows raised.

Mean Katsuki! Bad Katsuki!” You chided, enjoying the slight irritation that passed his expression by the tone you used at him, and decided to press more, “You bad, bad boy! Now sit!”

The blond glared at you for daring to give him an order. Him, of all people. A small part of him was slightly impressed, but the most part yelled at himself to establish dominance. “I’m not your fucking dog!”

You gasped in fake dramatized shock when he took a huge bite from what was supposed to be your ice cream, “No! Bad Katsuki! That was supposed to be mine! You can’t eat it!”

“Yeah? Watch me.”

He made a move to take another chunk out of your sweet treat, and you launched forward in desperation.

But your lips met air for a millisecond and collided with your boyfriend’s own. You were eager to return the kiss, amused yet irritated because you had fallen into his trap this time. When you pulled back, you could taste the sweetness on your lips that had only left you wanting for more.

“If you wanted a kiss you should’ve–” The horrified gasp that left your throat had been a real one this time. Katsuki had pushed the remnants of your snack into his mouth, looking thoroughly satisfied and smug.

“That’s for shit talking to me as if I’m your tame little poodle,” he snarled, his signature wide smirk stretched across his face, “You should tread better next ti–”

In a surprisingly quick and sudden movement, you pulled his collar forward and crashed your lips to him. Caught totally off guard, he stayed rooted in his spot, unable to comprehend what had just happened as you licked the remnants of what tasted like chocolate syrup off the side of his lip. When his mind was back in the game, a feral growl muffled against your kiss, he pushed back, wanting to regain control. 

You pulled back swiftly before he could grab your head like how he always would whenever he was in such mood, a conceited grin on your lips.

The wide eyed look on his face was almost comical, and the satisfaction you felt was multiplied tenfold by the ice cream you had gotten hold of, at some point in time in the middle of the kiss when he was most unguarded.

“You should tread better next time, Kacchan!” You laughed in glee and waved the treat before plopping down on the bench and enjoyed your reward for brilliantly executed sneak attack.

“Yo, Kacchan!”

Bakugou felt irritation swooping down full force at the nickname. It increased a hundredfold when he felt the stubborn redhead with boring quirk slung an arm around his shoulder.

“Don’t touch me, shitbag! And don’t you dare use that fucking name!”

Kirishima grinned, wide, and somehow his features seemed darkened and his smile seemed less friendly than usual. He was reminded of the aura whom the grape-head would exude whenever the creep thought of females in general. It was disturbing to say the least, but he kept his trademark glare up nonetheless.

“Oho? But you let your girlfriend calls you so, don’t you?!” His classmate said rather loudly, putting an emphasis to the word ‘girlfriend’, and the whole class fell silent. Apparently the topic of Bakugou having a girlfriend was too good to not listen to.

He felt blood rushing to his cheeks, and several explosions lit from his hand in rapid succession, “What the fuck are you blabbing about!?”

“Come on, Kacchan, out with it! Aren’t we bros?” Kaminari joined in, wearing a similar expression as Kirishima.

“We’re not, you sick fuck!!”

“Bakugou! It’s dishonorable to lie to your friends!”

“Kacchan, um, I-I think it’s better if you tell them the truth… Before the photos spread….”

And then suddenly everything clicked; the weird feeling of being watched looming over him halfway through the date last Saturday wasn’t just his imagination. He felt rage bubbling in the pit of his stomach as his palm met the desk and the poor object met exploded in contact.


I’m playing along

Word count: 2312

Pairing: Lafayette x Reader (finally!!!)

Summary: You fail to admit your feelings for your favourite fighting frenchman, and the subtle hints just won’t do it, so you use jealousy as your weapon.

Warning: Swearing, Light smut??? Actually not, idk. its very subtle i guess.

Note: Ya,I wanted to write a fic for Lafayette so long!!! But I had no ideas, so I asked my dear @fanfrickinhamiltasticimagines to help me for the plot, but I’m not sure how much of that is still left?
Also Laf turned out a lot more salty than he is??? Headcannon for laf btw: Him calling hamilton alexandre instead of alexander. because it sounds nice. also. good french!!! Shall i translate it?

“Bonjour Lafayette”, you greeted your french friend, giving him a sheepish smile as you sat down next to him, holding a steaming hot coffee in your hands. “Oh, mon amie.” He looked up from his phone to greet you with two kisses on your cheeks in the typical french manner, making you blush in almost an instant. As always, he was wearing his hair up, and you had to resist the urge to run your fingers through it. The bright smile he was flashing you was contagious, so you decided to return it.

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Robron fandom ramble

I’ve been feeling a little overwhelmed with the Robron / Emmerdale fandom lately. It’s like I’m actually overwhelmed by how many talented people we have in this fandom (not necessarily in a bad way - it’s a good problem to have, really) - it’s like nothing I’ve ever really seen before.

My previous fandom was a lot smaller, and while there were many great people within it once upon a time, there weren’t many “voices”. There were probably only a handful of people who actually spoke about stuff (myself included), and everyone who did speak had pretty specific styles and voices and each of us seemed to have a role, which balanced things out. There was something for everyone, really, and the fact that there were so few of us who actually had things to say made it all so manageable, if that makes sense.

With this fandom it’s different. There are SO MANY people here, and so many who are just…..amazing. I don’t feel like there are any “big names”, or fandom “celebs” - I feel like there are too many amazingly talented people for those kinds of labels.

There are the people that make insane gifs and edits and artwork, there are the people that write beautiful fanfic and headcanons and meta and some wonderful freaks of nature who can do all of those things. There are those that theorise and can look back over episodes with such care and attention, there are those that speculate and are positive and level-headed and those who, even when having a total fangirl moment writing all in capital letters freaking the fuck out, can still write so wonderfully, can put a point across so beautifully, without even trying.

Whether it’s just a small text post with just one little paragraph (or even one sentence!) or a huge essay about Aaron or Robert or their relationship or the show in general, the level of talent displayed in this fandom literally blows my fucking mind.

It is a privilege to be a part of, but at the same time it makes me question my place here, it makes me feel like a drop in the ocean, it makes me a little insecure, because in my old fandom I was one of a few, my voice was loud because nobody was really shouting with me, but now I don’t really have a role, there are people far more talented than me, and sometimes I think of something to say but I see someone has said the same thing, albeit in a much briefer, purer, simpler yet wonderful way, or someone has said it with far more depth and beauty than I feel I could ever convey, and it makes me feel a little insignificant, which is hard when coming from a fandom where, for some time, I was considered quite significant.

And I know these are my own insecurities, my own paranoia, and it’s not a competition, and nobody has ever done anything to make me feel this way; if anything, people have been nothing but lovely, kind and encouraging towards me, people have been supportive or things I have written (actually, I have also been totally overwhelmed by how well-received some things I have written have been), and I feel like I’ve made some pretty great fandom-pals here, on all kinds of levels; I adore that one minute someone can be having a silly little “war” over a ship name, and the next they can be writing something serious and beautifully poetic, that we can all go from daft and fun and fangirly one minute to serious and mature essay-writers the next.

It’s amazing. I adore how versatile everyone is. I love how talented everyone is. Sometimes I can only sit back in awe, scroll through my dash and reblog the living crap out of all of these epic posts, whether they’re a funny little text/gif post or a mammoth essay about where a storyline is going, or a beautifully put together gif-set or an amazing piece of art.

Sometimes it actually BLOWS MY MIND. And as I said before, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced in any fandom I have ever been in.

I was on the fringes of the Robron/Emmerdale fandom from the very start, as I’ve been on tumblr since 2010 (I DON’T KNOW HOW EITHER) and would search #Emmerdale now and then to see if there was anything (answer: there was always literally nothing until Robron was born). It took a while for me to properly throw myself into the fandom myself and use my own voice; for so long I was just a reblogger, who contributed nothing of my own (and there is nothing wrong with that, fans/fandom members like that are just as valid) - I’m someone who has never liked to spread myself too thin and at the time I was clinging to my old fandom and still trying to make an effort within that, even though it was dying and I wasn’t particularly happy there, but I’m loyal to a fault and it took me a while to let go.

And honestly, falling deeply into this fandom, just becoming brave enough to use my voice and say what I wanted to say about characters and a show I have loved for more than a decade, was the best thing I have done in recent years. At first I felt out of place; all the fans seemed really new (which I thought was amazing but also a little intimidating) and I was genuinely insecure that people wouldn’t like me because I’d been around the show long before Robron (in hindsight I could see that was totally stupid of me to think that, but paranoia/insecurity is a fun thing lmao) but I was amazed at how quickly people welcomed me and even reached out to me and made an effort with me - and how there were plenty of older fans, just like me, too.

And it’s been quite some time now since I’ve been in deep, and I feel like I know so many of you even though not all of us have spoken about too much outside of our amazing show and ship.

What I’m trying to say is, you’re all fucking amazing, and I appreciate every one of you. Whether you’ve been watching the show for 48248 years or 3 months, you’re fucking awesome.

I get overwhelmed because I want to follow everyone, but I’ve always been scared of following too many people and then missing stuff because my dash is too busy. I’ve been on tumblr almost 7 years and I still only follow 394 people (and tbh, I reckon at least a hundred of those are since the Robron fandom was born) - and yet every day it seems like a new name pops up, having written something amazing, and I’m like “where did you spring from?!”, and I have to give them a follow, and it’s like…..WOW.

I could tag a whole bunch of people who I find ridiculously amazingly talented but I’d be here all fucking day, and I couldn’t possibly list everyone, and then I’d feel bad for everyone who I’d missed so….I won’t.

So as arse-kissy as this post might sound, I just want to say a giant THANK YOU to everyone who contributes to this fandom, on any scale, in any capacity….thank you. And thank you to those that follow me too; it makes me feel genuinely proud and I know it’s something I really need to hang on to when I’m feeling down on myself. All your kind words mean more to me than I could ever properly express and I need to hold onto that forever because sometimes I really, really need it.

So…..there were are. Keep doing what you’re all doing. Know that even if I give your post a reblog without saying anything too profound in response, whether in a reply or a message or even a tag (writing stuff in tags on reblogs to someone’s post is so important!!), just know it’s because I’m probably just feeling overwhelmed by how fucking awesome I think you are.

I have no idea where this has come from really, apart from this is just how I’ve been feeling lately, but in a nutshell….I love you. I love all of you. Even if I haven’t agreed with everything you’ve said, I still probably love you. I respect all of you. I’m overwhelmed and intimidated by all of your talents. Thank you for being amazing. KEEP DOING WHAT YOU’RE DOING. Keep this fandom the best fucking fandom I’ve ever been in. Keep spreading the love and the positivity and the excitement, because by god, the next month or so of life in this fandom is going to be WILD and I’m so happy to be here going on this ride with you.

As always with my long posts; if you get to the end, thank you. This only makes me love you all the more.


Originally posted by justleavemebreathless

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Request: Hi I absolutely love your work! Could you please do one where Shawn finally comes home : ) you can make it a bit smutty but up to you if you’re not comfortable

a/n: thank you for your kind words ! I’ve actually never really ~written smut haha like nothing against it but whenever I’ve tried it just turn out really awk so I just always allude to it at the end!

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Being away from Shawn for such a long period of time was something you don’t think you’ll ever get used to.  Two years of dating and the time zones still messed you up, and while the Skype calls made you happy, they always fell short because he was never actually right there in front of you.  There was always a screen and an ocean separating the two of you.

But now Shawn was only a fifteen-minute drive away.  He’d come back from during a few radio promo tours in the UK two days ago. Of course you wanted to see him right when he landed, but you wanted him to spend some quality time with his family. Family was the most important thing in the world to Shawn, and you could understand why.  He tried to see you when he first landed, but you made sure that he spent the first few days with his mom, dad, and sister.

Tonight though, the two of you had plans for a nice dinner in Toronto.  You told him over and over again on the phone that you were fine just ordering in pizza and relaxing at either his or your house. But Shawn was adamant on treating you to a nice dinner after being away for so long.

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anonymous asked:

This is really random, but imagine Jimin and you as really close friends, and that he calls you noona. And then one perfectly sober night (so maybe it was the cold), you two end up having sex, like really intense, hard-pounding, skin-clawing sex; and he wakes up the next morning looking all shy and slightly guilty, going "I'm sorry noona" because he thought he fucked up a perfectly good friendship. (and the only way to convince him otherwise was more sex lol)

changed it a bit cause drunken sex worked better but the proper smut comes later i promise hahah /lays down/ i had Ride by SoMo playing on loop for like a whole day to get this down man im so rusty with smut D: 

requests are: closed

rated m for mama mia this got long
word count: 3,729

Jimin’s hands travel down the skin of your back, his lips latching onto your shoulder as he anchors you to him, your eyes squeezing shut as he opens his mouth to whisper against your ear, and god you want it—


You jolt up, cheeks burning, till you realize that the warmth you’d been feeling along your skin is none other than Park Jimin, leaning too close, grinning to wide, eyes bent in their signature crescents and you groan. That expression can’t bode well.

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anonymous asked:

The Mukami bro's with a self conscious, blind s/o? (I honestly have no idea where I'm going with this but this would be so cute to see! >///////< )

マリ: Just realised I have a shit ton of work to do this weekend, so I might as well take on this short lil request I received a couple of days ago! It might not be… cute, but I think I made it work with the aid of some casual NSFW(˶′◡‵˶)Hope you like it! 

Midnight. As you made your way through the gardens, your senses were invigorated by an overwhelming amount of stimuli – the prominent yet calming sound of crickets filled the air, a soft breeze played with strands of your hair, your fingers trailed along the petals of soft roses that diffused a pleasant and nostalgic flowery scent, the fairy lights that illuminated the garden cast white specks on your vision. Even though you were severely visually impaired, you could still distinguish between light and dark and your other senses were heightened, which helped you find your way back into the mansion with little effort. As soon as you had closed the door and stepped inside, the air was eerily quiet and there were no light sources in your vicinity, not even the faint glow of a tea light – you knew right away that something was off. You started feeling uneasy, and wrapped your arms around your upper body in an attempt to curb the shivers that ran along your spine.
     “Guys, please,” you called out in vain, “don’t play around, this isn’t funny…”
     You felt someone’s lips press against your ear, hands roaming your body from behind you. “N-no, wait,” you whimpered, your voice wobbling when he began to undo the buttons of your blouse, and heard the vampire inhale sharply as his slender fingers made their way underneath your bra, pinching your sensitive buds between his middle and ring finger. You writhed against him in protest, trying to push him off, but soon gave yourself over to his hands. The way his body tensed against yours made it obvious how pleased he was to elicit such shameless moans from you so quickly. 

Ruki ←
“Blatantly assuming that I’m fooling around? I couldn’t have anticipated for you to be that ignorant, Livestock. Say, do I ever joke around? Do I ever dare make fun of you? Come on, then. Open your pretty mouth and answer…” – you shake your head in response and mutter an expression of your gratitude – “You’re… grateful, even? Good girl. I felt like enjoying myself with you tonight, and, let’s be honest – you – ah – give away control too easily, Livestock…” – you hear the vampire chuckle lightly as one of his hands slides underneath your skirt, swiftly moving aside your panties before sliding two fingers inside of you, making you gasp and shiver – “Your lack of eyesight simply makes you an easy prey… Hah. You have your own pleasure as your top priority, don’t you? Such a lewd little girl, shamelessly writhing about in my arms like this… You may not be able to see me, but you will feel me, inside and out, and you will know my body as thoroughly as I know yours…”

“Evenin’, Sow” – the vampire hovers over you and grinds his body against yours from behind as he touches your sensitive areas – “I hear ya wanted to see me; well, that’s too bad in your case, heh. Luckily I can see you, though, because I wouldn’t have wanted to miss that erotic face of yours for a million bucks. Every single move I make right now resonates through your body and, honestly…” – suddenly, he forcefully thrusts two fingers into you – “Ah, yeah, Sow, so pretty. Exclusively for me… You’re practically drooling, such wet lips ya have. I know what I’d do to that mouth. Lemme show you, feel you…” – you hear Yuma undo his belt and he grabs your shoulders to violently get you on your knees, bruising you significantly as he forces himself into your mouth – “Mm, yeah, look… look up, Sow… I needa… see those empty, begging eyes…”

Kou ←
“But you’re so much fun to play with, M-Nekochan! You’re always so clueless. I could fool around with you all day long…” – you suddenly feel exposed and cold; the vampire has ripped off your blouse and you heard the soft thump of the fabric hitting the floor – “And maybe I will! I call the shots here anyway, right? You just have to abide by my rules if you want to stay alive.. But why do you even want to stay alive? Not being able to see my face must be very hard on you…Hey, M-Nekochan, I know what game we’re going to play tonight. Let’s play hide and seek!” – you feel him move his hands to cover your eyes, but removes them again almost instantly – “Oh, my bad! Blindfolding isn’t necessary! Then you’re going to have to rely on your hearing and… touch, heh” – the vampire guides your hand slowly towards his crotch, and straight into his jeans, making him moan obscenely -- “Here, have a little feel… so that you’ll remember properly…”

→ Azusa ←
“I was feeling… lonely… and wanted to… feed, and spend some time with you… So, Eve, please… lend me your neck first” – you push your hair aside and tilt your head, allowing the vampire easy access to your vessels, and you feel him placing your hands on his body as he feeds – “Oh, the way you just… moved… against me, does me draining you.. excite you? Please, do it more… it feels… nice… Your warm body against mine, that’s how it’s meant to be” – you spread your legs suggestively as he continues, and guide one of his hands to your wetness as to encourage him to finger you – “So naughty, Eve… I wish I could… give you back your eyesight… just so you can see… the scars I’ll be leaving on you from your head to your toes… bleeding all over. You are… mm… my prized… possession…”


NCT Reaction (older members) - “They catch you using their razor to shave your legs”

Note: This has a bit of sweet & spice mix(I couldn’t miss some drops of naughtiness of course!!!), I hope you’ll like it! Thank you for the idea anon, I had fun writing this! Also I looked closely at their faces and I seriously wondered if they ever use a razor? Like they have a baby soft skin (well I came across a Kun zoomed-in pic and I saw some unshaven missed spots…it was cute and funny)…But ok, maybe they use it once in a while, just their facial hair might now grow that fast :) 

Taeil: What is this? Are you…using my razor to shave your legs?? Did you ask for permission at least?” he looks taken aback at the picture of you leaning on the sink with one leg stretched till the edge of the bathtub using his razor but his mind already starts making plans…”Can I touch them when you are finished? I miss some skin feeling…I’ll wait on the bed. Ah, and I hope you’ll forget your clothes here…It’ll be more fun for me to see if the rest looks smooth too!” His awkward yet devilish smile hints you clearly at what’s going to happen next..

With Taeil you won’t have the chance to run away because he’s eager to see how smooth your skin has become and if you won’t leave the bathroom without clothes, be ready to see him getting all mad(in a good and bad way=D)!


Honey can I come in…I’m in a hurry and I need to prepare for an interview…” he can’t wait any longer for you since he has to take a shower and prepare to go out, but then he opens the bathroom door just to face you shaving your legs… with his razor of course…”Wait, is that mine?Are you…” he starts stuttering “You’ve been…using that before too?

His mind has gone blank thinking how many times he used it and now you are using it on your legs…he can’t find words to describe the feeling, it’s dirty yet hot and he needs to do something about you…”What about then joining me for a shower, I’ll consider it as repaying me for lending you my stuff??!” You can’t refuse him, unless you want him to cancel his schedule and imprison you the whole day at home!

Taeyong: He enters the bathroom just to see you shaving your legs gracefully using none other than his razor…his precious razor that cost him a fortune, because it gives him a baby skin like and he’s been using just once! Just once but now you are using it on your legs?? “Honey, you better throw that down, that’s dirty!!! Can’t you buy some new ones for you??” he is starting again with his nagging, but you’ll answer him back you want to have a baby skin like his face…

I told you many times not to re-use the thing I use!!” he looks mad while he pulls back his hair and approaches you whispering “Guess I’ll have to teach you some new rules…” Then last thing you could remember was that he took his razor from you and threw it away in the trash bin, while with another hand he wiped your legs with a hot towel..carefully inspecting if you did a good job and kissing the small spots where you cut yourself…the rest is just what you imagined to happen…

Johnny: He just came home from his practice and in a need to hurry up and shower he enter the bathroom without notice just to watch you doing something he’s never seen before…at least not in you! At first he gets surprised seeing you half naked but then he spots you holding his razor …

Babe, is that…mine?? F*ck, don’t tell me…you use that on your…on your…elsewhere too??” he lets out a small curse while suddenly imagining things maybe he shouldn’t but…he makes you flutter at the sudden slap he gives you on your rear.
Sorry, that’s  because you’ve always been a bad kid. Should daddy teach you how to behave once for all and not to play with his personal things?” At least now he has someone to help him wash while he’ll keep his hands busy with exploring how good his job his razor did on your body…Body evaluation time by daddy Johnny is about to start in 3, 2,…


He is always open-minded and knows a lot about these things, maybe more than you, even if he is 100% manly guy. “I thought you were doing laser hair removal, what are you doing with my razor? Is that what you used all this time to look so soft? Oh my god, what am I going to do with you?” You thought he was going to get angry but instead he came with an idea…

What about me doing the rest? Like…I want to see it closer and I promise I won’t hurt you, I use this on my face and you know I never cut myself, I am a master in shaving!” Whatever he’s thinking right now, let him do it! Yuta Sensei knows how to handle this…

Kun: What the heck are you doing??” he bursts into a laughter because the whole situation looks funny..your legs full of foam and your eyes doubling their size looking at him catching you surprised. You weren’t expecting him coming home so soon…”Well I am sorry for scaring you but wait a second, you are using my razor…Omg! Don’t tell me you used it on other places because I am going to check it right now!” Because you’re unable to answer him…he’s going to step forward.

Ok, take that old shirt off and let me inspect the rest, unless you want me to tie you later in your sleep…you know what happens when I get mad? Hurry up sweetie!” Whatever you’ll do, he’ll go mad anyways and by that…you know what it means…

Doyoung: He feels embarrassed as you face him with a “What are you looking at?” mad expression and he just shuts the door because he doesn’t want to get killed, even if you are the one who should be killed right now for using his razor. But he won’t leave the things as you want and he’ll come back. “Let me help you with that, this is sharper than those special one for women (he knows the difference, wow!), you sure don’t know how to use it..” ~

This is a chance for him to grab your inner tight strongly with the excuse of holding you and doing his job…but well, his hand might be travelling a bit to up for this kind of thing and his tongue licking off those dry thirsty lips make him look like he’s not gonna last for too long…Do not get surprised if you’ll come out of the bathroom with half of one leg shaved, because he is in a hurry to give you a punishment for touching his personal belonging without asking him and you can finish shaving your legs later…

Ten: First of all facing you only wearing your underwear makes him feel hot and sweaty, but then he clearly spots his razor in your hand and he can’t leave you alone without an explanation… “Just what are you doing with that? Are you…shaving with my razor?? Do you know I use that on my face? I hate you so much…now how the heck am I gonna shave? I don’t have any razors left..

He’ll get out of the bathroom, but as soon as he’ll hear you stepping into the shower he’ll come back…to join you of course. “Ok, look babe, the deal is you need to do something for causing me this much “emotional damage”…how about you do that thing you know the best? Maybe I’ll forgive you…”  That thing you know the best, well, even he doesn’t know about it but he’s about to find it out…

Jaehyun: He sees the bathroom door cracked open and takes a glance to see why the light is still on, as he clearly remembered letting you rest on your bed and turning off all the lights not too long ago…but then he sees a very sexy picture of you wearing only your panties and doing something…he needs to see closer because he can’t decipher from this distance.
Who said you can do this nasty dirty stuff in my bathroom with my razor?? I don’t recall giving you permission…” he laughs at your startled expression but his teasing won’t stop here…

I remember letting you sleep a while ago baby…wait a second, don’t tell me, are you preparing me something??Ok…I’ll wait for you, I’ll start counting, if you won’t come out in 5 minutes I’m going to take one piece of cloth for every minute delay and of course I’m not going to forgive you for messing with my stuff!” Let the dirty game begin…

WinWin: Oh my god, what is she doing?” he murmurs to himself while he sees you in all splendor stretching your legs as you’re sitting on the toilet lid…”Ahm, ahm…excuse me darling but I think you are using something that’s mine and I would like you to buy another one for me after you finish your time making yourself beautiful…Of course, if you don’t want to waste money, you know that cost me a fortune cause I brought it from a Chinese specialized store, what about you repaying me with something else…you know…my hands are impatient…should I touch your legs first to see if it worth buying that razor?

Si Cheng knows his playful ways to get advantage of this situations and how can you resist him looking like this, waiting for something he might’ve desired for so long??

buttscentedbreathmints  asked:

So I'm assuming you have the sources on some of these letters between Lauren's and Hamilton that "historians literally had to censor" and I'm not gonna lie I'm definitely interested in this (also Hamilton inviting Lauren's to a threesome on his wedding night????? PLEASE elaborate)

All the Hamilton/Laurens letters that we have can be found on Founders Online.  And they are a treasure trove of queer romantic goodness.  There is SO MUCH in these letters that I love, but I’ll pick out some of the more notable excerpts here:

Laurens to Hamilton, December 5, 1778: “Adieu, my dear boy. I shall set out for camp tomorrow.”

  • This may not seem that significant, but the phrase “dear boy” is important.  Laurens only ever called Hamilton “dear boy,” and he only called his wife “dear girl.”  So he saved these terms of endearment for people he loved/was supposed to love.

Hamilton to Laurens, April 1779

  • This whole letter is just a gift.  The opening paragraph is probably one of the most emotionally expressive things that Hamilton ever wrote (it’s the ever-famous “Cold in my professions, warm in my friendships” quote).  In this letter, Hamilton also reveals that he just learned that Laurens has a wife and kid.  This letter was written about 1.5 years after Hamilton and Laurens met, meaning Laurens went that whole time without telling Hamilton that he wasn’t single.  Hamilton then proceeds to write, jokingly, a good two paragraphs about how Laurens now needs to find him a wife and all the qualities his future wife should have.  Really, these paragraphs are just an excuse for Hamilton to write as much sexual innuendo as possible and write multiple times about the size of his nose.  These paragraphs close with this line: “In drawing my picture, you will no doubt be civil to your friend; mind you do justice to the length of my nose and don’t forget, that I ⟨– – – – –⟩.”  Those five words were scratched out by a future editor, probably Hamilton’s son John Church when he was compiling his father’s papers.  Said editor also wrote “I must not publish the whole of this.” at the top of the letter.  Also, this letter was written after Laurens headed down to SC, and that was the first time Hamilton and Laurens had really been separated since meeting at Washington’s camp.  Like I said, the letter’s a gift.

Laurens to Hamilton, July 14, 1779: “Ternant will relate to you how many violent struggles I have had between duty and inclination—how much my heart was with you, while I appeared to be most actively employed here”

Hamilton to Laurens, September 11, 1779: “I acknowlege but one letter from you, since you left us, of the 14th of July which just arrived in time to appease a violent conflict between my friendship and my pride. I have written you five or six letters since you left Philadelphia and I should have written you more had you made proper return. But like a jealous lover, when I thought you slighted my caresses, my affection was alarmed and my vanity piqued. I had almost resolved to lavish no more of them upon you and to reject you as an inconstant and an ungrateful ——. But you have now disarmed my resentment and by a single mark of attention made up the quarrel. You must at least allow me a large stock of good nature.”

Hamilton to Laurens, January 8, 1780: “In short Laurens I am disgusted with every thing in this world but yourself and very few more honest fellows and I have no other wish than as soon as possible to make a brilliant exit.”

Hamilton to Laurens, March 30, 1780: “Adieu my Dear; I am sure you will exert yourself to save your country; but do not unnecessarily risk one of its most valuable sons. Take as much care of yourself as you ought for the public sake and for the sake of Yr. affectionate A. Hamilton”

Hamilton to Laurens, September 12, 1780: “I hate Congress—I hate the army—I hate the world—I hate myself. The whole is a mass of fools and knaves; I could almost except you and Meade.”

Hamilton to Laurens, September 16, 1780: “In spite of Schuylers black eyes, I have still a part for the public and another for you; so your impatience to have me married is misplaced; a strange cure by the way, as if after matrimony I was to be less devoted than I am now. Let me tell you, that I intend to restore the empire of Hymen and that Cupid is to be his prime Minister. I wish you were at liberty to transgress the bounds of Pensylvania. I would invite you after the fall to Albany to be witness to the final consummation. My Mistress is a good girl, and already loves you because I have told her you are a clever fellow and my friend; but mind, she loves you a l’americaine not a la françoise.”

  • This is the wedding night threesome letter.  Laurens had been captured by the British back in May, and he was a prisoner of war at this time.  He was confined to the boundaries of Pennsylvania and would not be able to travel to New York for Hamilton’s marriage.  It’s clear that Laurens believed that getting Hamilton married might “cure” him of certain feelings they had for each other.  Hamilton says “Nope, I’m still going to love you <3 <3 <3.”  And the reference to the “final consummation” (those are Hamilton’s italics, by the way) means exactly what you think it means.

Laurens to Hamilton, July 1782: “Adieu, my dear friend; while circumstances place so great a distance between us, I entreat you not to withdraw the consolation of your letters. You know the unalterable sentiments of your affectionate Laurens.”

  • This was the closing in Laurens’s last letter to Hamilton.

Hamilton to Laurens, August 15, 1782: “Yrs for ever“

  • This was the closing in Hamilton’s last letter to Laurens.

So I was very kindly asked to talk about some of the “problematic” characters in Dragon Age Inquisition (which they all have their flaws and so they will all most likely make an appearance in my Character Criticism/Analysis tag), just in case some people have missed or been unable to see the dialogues and such when it comes to character flaws and behaviors

Which I haven’t gotten to see their all their dialogues and scenes myself, at least not yet. So if you do have something to add as to why the character is flawed or want to ask about something as such, please feel free to message me about it.

So next I want to talk about Vivienne. And of course, because there is always who wants to call foul. I am black, this isn’t about race and it isn’t about her being a woman. This is about a character who is again an elitist like Dorian, patronizes and dehumanizes other companions, and exhibits a selfish behavior of if it doesn’t effect me I don’t see the problem.

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Are there any "good" forms of autistic therapy? like, ways to help autistic kids succeed in life and live a good life without forcing them to pretend to be neurotypical? I'm just genuinely curious, thank you <3

First off, sorry if I’m very late answering this, tumblr for some reason seems to be bad at alerting me about messages. 

I think the big thing about therapy is that, in order to be really helpful, it needs to be working on goals that the person sets for themselves. Otherwise you’re wasting their time. Obviously this is harder with kids, who may not fully understand why a goal is important, but you should try to explain things in a way they can understand and give them a degree of autonomy, especially as they get older. If a child rejects a goal you should also be willing to consider that the goal may not be as important as you thought it was. And obviously choosing goals is going to be really hard for people who don’t have some kind of communication system in place to express their desires, so that should always be one of if not the first thing you focus on.

Creating a communication system usually falls under speech therapy, even though it’s not always speech. It might be signing, or using a communication book, or an AAC app. Whatever works best for them. You need to approach this as helping a person communicate, not as making them memorize and repeat back vocabulary, or point to things when you ask them to point to them. Remember: it’s not a test, it’s a voice. They need to be able to say what they want to say. Even if it’s things you may not like to hear, like “no”, “five more minutes”, “that’s boring”, or “i don’t like that person.” 

What’s called “life skills” is a really important thing to teach. Things like hygiene, doing laundry, cooking, shopping, using the bus, applying for a job. Sometimes teaching this has to go beyond breaking down the usual way of doing things into steps. Sometimes it needs to involve finding other ways to do things that get the job done in a way that is easier for that person. It may mean teaching someone to wear earplugs and sunglasses to the store when they go shopping, if that helps reduce distractions and prevent over-stimulation and meltdowns. Sensory strategies can really make people’s lives easier- just make sure it’s tailored to their seeking/defensive sensory needs. A different example: I find it really hard to follow recipes, so I’ve made myself a flow chart that goes like “pick a meat, pick a way to cook the meat, pick spices to add when cooking, pick a carb and a veggie that go well as side dishes, etc”, and it’s a lot easier for me to cook with that than from a book. Work with people to figure out a way that works for them.

Physical therapy can be good for people with motor planning issues. It can also be difficult, painful, boring, or all three and more. I think this is a thing where it’s really important to explain to kids why you want them to do the therapy, how you think it will benefit them, and to give them the opportunity to say whether they want to do it, or at the very least to choose what activities they do in PT.

Social skills, I think, can be good, if it’s done the right way. It needs to be about helping the person do what they want to do, not about making them more palatable to others. Teach them how to find friends who have common interests; don’t teach them to never talk about the things they like for fear of being seen as weird. Teach them to resolve conflicts in ways that aren’t yelling and hitting but also aren’t just going along with whatever the other person wants and setting aside their own desires. You also need to be honest about how the world works, not pretend that ideals are reality (eg, bullies will usually not leave you alone if you ask nicely, or if you ignore them. Encourage teachers to defend the kid being bullied and send a message that bullying is wrong.) For teens, dating advice may be appropriate, but it can’t be sexist pick-up artist type stuff that teaches guy to devalue women; help them build real connections.

As kids get older, it’s very important to talk to them about plans for the future. Don’t discourage them because they don’t have the necessary skills yet; teach them the skills they need! If they’re going to be going to college, they need to be able to file a college app, work with disability services, manage their time, and have good study skills. If they’re going to work, they need to know about job applications, interview etiquette, benefits, income taxes, as well as job-specific skills. If they’re going to live partially or mostly independently, they need to be able to cook, shop, do laundry, clean, and have reliable transportation of some kind. Whatever their goals are, work with them to decide what skills they need in order to reach that goal, and help them learn those skills.

I think the most important thing here is the mindset of the people giving the therapy. It needs to be about helping a person accomplish the goals that they choose, not getting them to do what you think is best. A therapist provides a service. They should answer to their client, the person in therapy- not the other way around.

Anyway, that’s my view. Other people probably have their own thoughts on the topic. Can anyone else offer their perspective on helpful therapies for anon? 


Warnings: Swears, omg.

Pairings: TxReader
For: My friend who is kinda cool. You know who you are K!

In which Trevor is once again late in meeting our dear reader. She’s kind of fucking pissed. Some fluffy fluff because I’m in a good mood.


It was high noon in Sandy Shores and you were dressed to the nines.

Leaning against the heated metal of your car you gulped down the last of your Sprunk. The cool, bubbly liquid felt good against the inside of your throat. It had been quite a while since you had spent as long as you had done getting ready. You’d gone and fixed your hair, waxed your legs, had your nails done in a subtle shade of light pink; and on top of all the little details of your grooming you’d gone out and brought new shoes. A pair of ridiculous but cute nude heels. The extra height helped you feel more sexy. Confident. 

Those feelings had however all but diminished as the straps pulled snug against your sore heels. You couldn’t help but think that if it wasn’t for tropical weather you could have felt been a bit cheerier. Still, the sun continued to burn in the clear sky causing you to sweat off the last remainders of this mornings make-up off. All effort had literally melted away. Frustrated you polished off the last of your drink, before dropping it to the ground and kicking the empty tin as hard as your dumb heels would allow you too.

‘Fuck this.’ You muttered, pushing the wet fringe that stuck to your forehead away.

It had been over an hour and still Trevor had yet to turn up.

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