i'm picking up a lot of things that i missed the first time reading this

post breakup AUs

because i haven’t seen enough of these around and i am so here for angst:

  • “today was the first family gathering i’ve been to since we broke up and my little cousin that absolutely adored you asked where you were and i had to lock myself in the bathroom and sit in the tub for a half an hour and look through a folder on my phone of pictures i took of you to feel okay again¨ AU
  • ¨i still have your phone number memorized even though i haven’t called you since we split and somehow i remembered it even though i’ve had like six shots of bourbon and hey, i know you’re pissed that you’re here at this dingy club at 3 in the morning to pick my drunk ass up, but you have to admit that’s pretty impressive¨ AU
  • “i’m pretty sure if taylor swift and i were in a competition of who could write the most breakup songs in one night, i’d win by a landslide because i still set two plates out for dinner even though i eat alone and it’s almost pathetic because we’ve been broken up for ages but i’m still not over you” AU
  • “so i know we haven’t talked in like, two years, and that things ended pretty badly between us but what the fuck do you mean you’re engaged to be married¨ AU
  • “yes, i know this is your sweatshirt and that we broke up five months ago but it’s really comfy okay. i totally don’t wear it because like it still smells like you or is the only thing that even remotely feels like home since i moved out. pfft. absolutely not.” AU
  • “look, i know we agreed to be friends and everything but that’s what everyone says when they break up. i can’t take you asking me for advice on how to ask out the new person you’re interested in, okay? it’s killing me” AU
  • “oh hi, totally didn’t expect to see you here at this one hole in the wall coffee shop literally no one in the entire world besides you knows about. what a coincidence.” AU
  • “it´s my [insert family relation here]´s wedding and seeing all these happy couples is killing me and all i can think about is how this was almost us” AU (bonus: “i know that it’s two in the morning and i’m dressed really formally and a little (a lot) bit drunk but i couldn’t stop thinking about you after my grandma asked how you were doing also can i come in it’s freezing out here”)
  • “i still have your sister’s scarf and i know it’s stupid but i’ve been hoping maybe one day you’ll come by and pick it up so we’ll be forced to talk again because i haven’t seen you in months and i’m maybe kinda sorta still in love with you” AU
  • “i know we were never officially together or anything but seeing that picture you posted on [insert social media] with him/her literally felt like you carved my heart out of my chest and stomped on it and i’m not really sure why i’m leaving this voicemail but my pillow still smells like you and i miss your stupid face” AU
  • “we have a lot of mutual friends so we see each other more than two broken up people usually do and i know we’re not really close anymore but you’re wearing that stupid (adorable) hat you always wore when you were upset so tell me what’s wrong because it’s literally killing me to see you look so sad” AU
  • “so like, i know we broke up and stuff but funny story, i haven’t told my family yet and they just assumed you’d be coming with me for [insert family celebration] and i really don’t know how to tell them and i know this is really selfish but i can’t break my great grandma’s heart like that, she’ll probably have a heart attack and– wait what? you’d do that for me? holy shit, i love you… wait–” AU
  • “i found your box of letters underneath my bed last night and because i’m a nosy motherfucker i decided to read them and it turns out they were all addressed to me and the last one was dated the day you moved out and i’m not quite sure why i thought this would be a good idea but here i am, standing on your doorstep, wondering why the fuck we’re not together anymore” AU
  • “well this is really awkward considering the last time we saw each other, i was screaming at you to never talk to me again, but like, my dog recognized you all the way across the park and literally dragged me over here because she misses you so hi” AU

intrepid-fool  asked:

I'm new to Terry Pratchett and want to get into Discworld. Is there any order to read them in? I picked one of the shelf randomly and I'm really interested in stories with Tiffany Aching.

So, as a disclaimer, before I scare you away: it is part of Discworld fandom tradition to present newcomers with the Reading Flowchart

It is also part of Discworld fandom tradition to help the Fandom Newbie find an order of reading tailored Specifically For You, because, Newcomer, we’re your own personal reading assistant. 

As you probably know, the Discworld books are separated into series based on which sets of characters appear in them - so you have the Witches, the City Guards, Death & Co., Rincewind and Tiffany Aching, along with a bunch of standalones. 

The books can be read in any order - either by publishing order or series order, or just randomly choosing one with your eyes closed and going from there. I personally had no order in which I read them. After two kind of lukewarm experiences (Moving Pictures and Reaper Man) I decided to try again and just picked up the one that was the thickest and went from there. It was Jingo and then I read Thief of Time and Night Watch, then Feet of Clay and then Guards! Guards! and then Men at Arms. NO CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER, WE GET CONFUSED LIKE MEN

If you like the Tiffany Aching books, you should definitely check out the rest of the Witches series (starting with Wyrd Sisters -> Witches Abroad -> Lords and Ladies -> Carpe Jugulum), because Granny and Nanny both make appearances in the TA books, and they help establish The Meaning of Witching. (The Tiffany Aching books technically take place after the last Witches book, Carpe Jugum, but I’ve always enjoyed Tiff on her own and reading the Witches books alongside that. )

From the witches, most people move onto Death & Co. or Rincewind. 

But. BUT

What next? What’s after that? The series sprawls 40-something books, that’s a lot of options, right?

The flowchart I linked to is kind of outdated though, and also doesn’t give you any idea about how jump from one series to another. 

So…I made a new one. 

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I know this looks overwhelming. Let me explain the legend of this thing. 

The dotted lines are non-essential connections, in that they’re short stories or tie-in books. I know I threw Colour of Magic and Light Fantastic under a bus there, but they are generally considered the weakest books - this was before any solid worldbuilding. 

The deep green arrows are pretty straightforward - sometimes one book links to another, even though they’re not in the same series. For example, Thief of Time has a Plot Event that kickstarts the story of Night Watch, even though they have two completely (almost) separate sets of characters. The Lords and the Ladies deal with elves, which we see more of in Wee Free Men.

The orange lines are Gateway books, meaning that from there you can easily jump from series to another because of connecting themes or characters. 

For example, if you start with Tiffany Aching and the Witches, you’ve been in the countryside of Lancre the whole time - until you get to Maskerade, which takes place in the city of Ankh-Morporkh. That’s a good way to get into the City Watch and Industrial Revolution-themed books, because it’s an introduction to big city life from the point view of one of its characters. So you can continue with the Witches series after Maskerade, or you can hop onto either the City Guards series or to The Truth and the Moist von Lipwig series. 

The red ones are thematically connected books. Small Gods deals with belief and religion on the Disc, and the creation of god, god-like and sacrilegious figures, which is a theme that crops up repeatedly - like in Hogfather, Wintersmith, I Shall Wear Midnight, Snuff, Going Postal. Pyramids deals with succession crisis, which becomes a recurring theme in Men at Arms, even though they’re set thousands of years apart. The same goes for Moving Pictures, The Truth and Going Postal - the first two are standalone books, but they deal with urban development of Ankh Morporkh, despite having different sets of characters. 

Again, I want to stress that you don’t have to follow this at all. You can easily pick up a random book from the Tiffany Aching series and go in whichever direction you want - this isn’t Star Wars, where you have to slog through 3 badly-directed movies to get the gist of the story. The books are brilliant in their own right - some of the earlier ones are hit-and-miss, but the later ones are generally considered to be quite enjoyable. 

It’s just that all books contain a call-back two to an earlier book - which can be easy to miss if you’re not reading in the right order. A lot also have interconnecting themes and cameos, which can be really delightful to find. 

So that is why we write several-paragraph-long essays.

And if you’re still here, and I haven’t scared you off yet….go forth and read. 

(Disclaimer: I have not read any of the Rincewind books, except for Interesting Times, which didn’t really impress me. I’m open to opinions on those books, however)

A Note From Gerard Way about My Chemical Romance's breakup if you haven't read it yet

A note from Gerard Way about My Chemical Romance’s breakup:

A Vigil, On Birds and Glass.
I woke up this morning still dreaming, or not fully aware of myself just yet. The sun poked through the windows, touching my face, and then a deep sadness overcame me, immediately, bringing me to life and realization- My Chemical Romance had ended.
I walked downstairs to do the only thing I could think of to regain composure-
I made coffee.
As the drip began, in that kind of silence that only happens in the morning, and being the only one awake, I stepped outside my home, leaving the door open behind me. I looked around and began to breathe. Things looked to be about the same- a beautiful day.
As I turned to step back into the house I heard sound from within, a chirp and a rustle. And I noticed a small brown bird had flown into the library. Naturally, I panicked. I knew I had to see the bird to safety and I knew I had to retain the order of things in our home, and he very well couldn’t take up residency with us. I chased him (still assuming he was a he) into my office, where I have these very large windows.
Just then, and luckily, I heard Lindsey’s footsteps coming down the stairs, and naturally being composed as she is, she grabbed a blanket and stepped into the office. He was impossible to catch, and I began to open the windows, via Lindsey’s direction, only to find out they were screened. The bird began to fly into the glass, over and over and in all different directions.
I heard another set of footsteps, Bandit’s, running down the stairs in anticipation of the new day. Her entrance into the situation caused just the right amount of chaos (she was very excited to meet the bird) and we found ourselves chasing the bird into the living room. Knowing that this where it could potentially get sticky, being the high ceilings and the beams to perch on, I opened the front door as Lindsey did her best to encourage our new friend out the door. After some coaxing, flying, chirping, a wrong turn back into the library and a short goodbye to Bandit, he simply hopped out the front door- taking off on the fifth leap.
We cheered.
I was no longer sad.
I didn’t realize it, but I stopped being sad the minute that bird had come into my life, because there was something that needed doing, a small vessel to aid and an order to keep. I closed the door. I decided to write the letter I always knew I would.


It is often my nature to be abstract, hidden in plain sight, or nowhere at all. I have always felt that the art I have made (alone or with friends) contains all of my intent when executed properly, and thus, no explanation required. It is simply not in my nature to excuse, explain, or justify any action I have taken as a result of thinking it through with a clear head, and in my truth.
I had always felt this situation involving the end of this band would be different, in the eventuality it happened. I would be cryptic in its existence, and open upon its death.

The clearest actions come from truth, not obligation. And the truth of the matter is that I love every one of you.
So, if this finds you well, and sheds some light on anything, or my personal account and feelings on the matter, then it is out of this love, mutual and shared, not duty.
This was always my intent.

My Chemical Romance: 2001-2013

We were spectacular.
Every show I knew this, every show I felt it with or without external confirmation.
There were some clunkers, sometimes our secondhand gear broke, sometimes I had no voice- we were still great. It is this belief that made us who we were, but also many other things, all of them vital-
And all of the things that made us great were the very things that were going to end us-

Fiction. Friction. Creation. Destruction. Opposition. Aggression. Ambition. Heart. Hate. Courage. Spite. Beauty. Desperation. LOVE. Fear. Glamour. Weakness. Hope.


That last one is very important. My Chemical Romance had, built within its core, a fail-safe. A doomsday device, should certain events occur or cease occurring, would detonate. I shared knowledge of this “flaw” within weeks of its inception.
Personally, I embraced it because, again, it made us perfect. A perfect machine, beautiful, yet self aware of it’s system. Under directive to terminate before it becomes compromised. To protect the idea- at all costs. This probably sounds like something ripped from the pages of a four-color comic book, and that’s the point.
No compromise. No surrender. No fucking shit.

To me that’s rock and roll. And I believe in rock and roll.

I wasn’t shy about who I said this to, not the press, or a fan, or a relative. It’s in the lyrics, it’s in the banter. I often watched the journalists snicker at mention of it, assuming I was being sensational or melodramatic (in their defense I was most likely dressed as an apocalyptic marching-band leader with a tear-away hospital gown and a face covered in expressionist paint, so fair enough).
I’m still not sure if the mechanism worked correctly, because it wasn’t a bang but a much slower process. But still the same result, and still for the same reason-

When it’s time, we stop.

It is important to understand that for us, the opinion on whether or not it is in fact time does not transmit from the audience. Again, this is to protect the idea for the benefit of the audience. Many a band have waited for external confirmation that it is time to hang it up, via ticket sales, chart positioning, boos and bottles of urine- input that holds no sway for us, and often too late when it comes anyway.

You should know it in your being, if you listen to the truth inside you. And voice inside became louder than the music.

There are many reasons My Chemical Romance ended. The triggerman is unimportant, as was always the messengers- but the message, again as always, is the important thing. But to reiterate, this is my account, my reasons and my feelings. And I can assure you there was no divorce, argument, failure, accident, villain, or knife in the back that caused this, again this was no one’s fault, and it had been quietly in the works, whether we knew it or not, long before any sensationalism, scandal, or rumor.

There wasn’t even a blaze of glory in a hail of bullets…

I am backstage in Asbury Park, New Jersey. It is Saturday, May 19th, 2012 and I am pacing behind a massive black curtain that leads to the stage. I feel the breeze from the ocean find its way around me and I look down at my arms, which are covered in fresh gauze due to a losing battle with a heat rash, which had been a mysterious problem in recent months. I am normally not nervous before a show but I am certainly filled with angry butterflies most of the time. This is different- a strange anxiety jetting through me that I can only imagine is the sixth sense one feels before their last moments alive. My pupils have zeroed-out and I have ceased blinking. My body temperature is icy.
We get the cue to hit the stage.

The show is… good. Not great, not bad, just good. The first thing I notice take me by surprise is not the enormous amount of people in front of us but off to my left- the shore and the vastness of the ocean. Much more blue than I remembered as a boy. The sky is just as vibrant. I perform, semi-automatically, and something is wrong.
I am acting. I never act on stage, even when it appears that I am, even when I’m hamming it up or delivering a soliloquy. Suddenly, I have become highly self-aware, almost as if waking from a dream. I began to move faster, more frantic, reckless- trying to shake it off- but all it began to create was silence. The amps, the cheers, all began to fade.

All that what left was the voice inside, and I could hear it clearly. It didn’t have to yell- it whispered, and said to me briefly, plainly, and kindly- what it had to say.

What it said is between me and the voice.

I ignored it, and the following months were full of suffering for me- I hollowed out, stopped listening to music, never picked up a pencil, started slipping into old habits. All of the vibrancy I used to see became de-saturated. Lost. I used to see art or magic in everything, especially the mundane- the ability was buried under wreckage.

Slowly, once I had done enough damage to myself, I began to climb out of the hole. Clean. When I made it out, the only thing left inside was the voice, and for the second time in my life, I no longer ignored it- because it was my own.

There are many roles for all of us to play in this ending. We can be well-wishers, ill-wishers, sympathizers, vilifiers, comedians, rain clouds, victims-

That last one, again, is important. I have never thought myself a victim, nor my comrades, nor the fans- especially not the fans. For us to adopt that role right now would legitimize everything the tabloids have tried to name us. More importantly, it completely misses the point of the band. And then what have we learned?

With honor, integrity, closure, and on no one’s terms but our own- the door closes.

And another opens-

This morning I awoke early. I quickly brushed my teeth, threw on some baggy jeans, and hopped in my car. I gently sped down the 405 through the morning fog to a random parking lot in Palo Verde, where I was to meet a nice gentleman named Norm. He was older, and a self-proclaimed “hippie” but he also had the energy of Sixteen year old in a garage-rock band. The purpose of the meeting was the delivery of an amplifier into my possession. I had recently purchased the amp from him and we both agreed that shipping would jostle the tubes- so he was kind enough to meet me in the middle.
A Fender Princeton Amp from 1965, non reverb. A beautiful little device.

He showed me the finer points, the speaker, the non-grounded plug, the original label and the chalk mark of the man or woman who built it-

“This amp talks.” he said.
I smiled.
We got coffee, talked about gold-foil pickups and life. We sat in the car and played each other music we had made. We parted ways, promising to stay in touch, I drove home.

When I wanted to start My Chemical Romance, I began by sitting in my parent’s basement, picking up an instrument I had long abandoned for the brush- a guitar. It was a 90’s Fender Mexican Stratocaster, Lake Placid Blue, but in my youth I had decided it was too clean and pretty so I beat it up, exposing some of the red paint underneath the blue- the color it was meant to be. Adding a piece of duct tape on the pick guard, it felt acceptable. I plugged this into a baby Crate Amp with built in distortion and began the first chords of Skylines and Turnstiles.

I still have that guitar, and it’s sitting next to The Princeton.
He has a voice, and I would like to hear what it has to say.

In closing, I want to thank every single fan. I have learned from you, maybe more than you think you’ve learned from me. My only regret is that I am awful with names and bad with goodbyes. But I never forget a face, or a feeling- and that is what I have left from all of you.
I feel Love.

I feel love for you, for our crew, our team, and for every single human being I have shared the band and stage with-

Ray. Mikey. Frank. Matt. Bob. James. Todd. Cortez. Tucker. Pete. Michael. Jarrod.

Since I am bad with goodbyes. I refuse to let this be one. But I will leave you with one last thing-

My Chemical Romance is done. But it can never die.
It is alive in me, in the guys, and it is alive inside all of you.
I always knew that, and I think you did too.

Because it is not a band-
it is an idea.


[I'm On Fire] - Part 1

Jeffrey x Reader

[Shoutout to @theartofimagining13 for inspiring this prompt: Jeffrey picking you up from school, and the scandal when everyone who thought he was your father, finds out he’s actually your boyfriend]

A/N: okay I’m definitely scared to post LOL but I saw a lot of people wanted this prompt written so I thought I’d give it a go! This is a AU!Jeffrey, and I hope I do this prompt justice especially since so many people got pumped for it. ENJOY 💕also just a shoutout to my awesome betas for giving me the confidence to post this piece! Xoxo if you have ideas how want this to go send me some.

Tags: 18+, daddy kink, lots of smut next chapter ;)

gif by @mypapawinchester


“…Now I can tell by your faces that you’re all ready to get the hell out of here. I know, I know…it’s a Friday…and being indoors is the last thing you guys want. But before you leave, I just want to discuss your recent papers. I must say I was fairly disappointed in most of them…”

Professor Lincoln paced back and forth in front of the lecture hall, his piercing blue eyes staring down his students. “When discussing historic analysis, I don’t expect you to just give me the facts. I want more depth in these essays…make connections to our world today, and to previous things that have already happened. I know from our in-class discussions you are smarter than what you sound like on paper. With that in mind, I will now formally dismiss the class. Please, think about what I’ve said, and enjoy your weekend!”

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Penguin Teen Interns Recommend!!!

Summer is almost over, and sadly, it is time to say goodbye to our Summer 2017 Penguin Teen interns. They have been hard at work reading manuscripts, posting online Penguin Teen content, creating eBooks, planning author tours, attending lots of fun meetings and of course, doing lots and lots of reading! Before they left, we asked them for a few of their MUST READS you don’t want to miss out on!    

An Ember in the Ashes series by Sabaa Tahir

Oona Ryle (Publicity Intern)
“An Ember in the Ashes by Sabaa Tahir could not have been more aptly named –  it won’t burn you, but the story will draw you closer with the warmth she creates in the character relationships. I’m reading the sequel, A Torch Against the Night, right now, and somehow, it’s even better than the first book!”

Perfect Ten by L. Philips 

Dan Denning (Retail Marketing & Advertising Intern) 
“They say to never judge a book by its cover, but I fell in love with this book the instant I saw the cover… whoops. Still, the vibrancy, romanticism, and humor you see on that cover is exactly what is inside the book too! Sam’s journey to find his perfect boyfriend in a town where he is one of the only gay boys kept me 100 percent invested throughout all 352 pages. Read it for the captivating story, the adorable characters, the juicy romantic drama, and because you REALLY want to know which of Sam’s four crushes ends up being the final boy behind that unicorn mask on the cover.” 

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Weekly Voltron Fic Recs #24

Rules: You can find past weekly rec lists here, and non-list recs in my general fic rec tag. This is stuff I like, and I have a huge bias toward Lance, hurt/comfort, and general fluff, in that order. Gen unless otherwise noted. Please comment on the fics if you read and enjoy them!

Yes, it has been a full two weeks since the last “weekly” rec list. I have a good excuse. TOO MANY fics. There have been SO MANY excellent gen fics in the last two weeks, mostly because of @platonicvldweek​, that I simply could not stop reading long enough to make a list. I am serious. And if I listed all of them, it would be just…ridiculously long. So many fantastic authors participated, and most of them posted seven stories, one for each day, and I just can’t do a rec for every single one.

So this week only, the rec list is going to be different than usual. For a bunch of the recs, it’ll a link either to an author’s collection of Platonic VLD Week fics, or one in particular that I consider my favorite, and I’ll make a few comments about how awesome they are, though that really should be a given. And I’ll ask you, my dear rec consumers, to go and read EVERYTHING each author wrote and comment as much as you can, because we need to keep encouraging this to keep the train going. IT’S BEEN WORKING SO WELL! Gen in this fandom is flourishing! It’s SO much better than other fandoms I’ve been in! That’s awesome, and it makes me really happy, but we gotta keep it going.

Not every fic here was written for the event, so some will be regular recs the way I typically do them.

So Here’s what You’re Not Going to Do by BreakTheDawn
Words:  19,572 (WIP 9/?)
Author’s Summary: He lets them take out the frustrations on him. Encourages it really, because people need an outlet for their anger, and Lance has always been the best at making people angry at him. (And if his heart twinges a little every time he has to let someone be particularly mean to him, then he just has to remember that this is what he’s good at. What he’s good for.) But Lance is an older brother, and an uncle, and a younger brother. He learned sometimes keeping people means sacrificing his own feelings for a bit. He’s been taught that he can’t always let his feelings take a back seat though. After all, what happens if the rock falls apart? So, while Lance is always prepared to be the enemy on any given day, there are certain days and certain things that he will not let fly. Or, What happens when Lance is sick of his teammate’s shit.
My Comments: At first I was afraid this was going to be one of those fics where everyone feels OOC in order to make Lance into the perfect woobie, but it’s really not. Everyone (except Hunk and Coran) is just having a bad day, or misunderstanding things, and they take it out on Lance because he’s an easy target for one reason or another. But Lance doesn’t take it lying down, which is good to see, though it eventually becomes too much for him. I really like these kind of emotional breakdown fics, not gonna lie, and I’m very much looking forward the healing that I know is coming. Can’t wait for more.

Friends in Space Places by VelkynKarma
My Comments: I’ve recced this author before, so you should KNOW how good she is, but holy crap, she pulled out all the stops for this week. By far the highest word count, and every single word is absolute gold. I have a VERY hard time picking a favorite from this collection, but the day 7 fic is a multi-chapter How to Train Your Dragon AU that’s still being posted, and holy crap, it’s so good. SOO GOOD. But they’re all good! So much hurt/comfort, so much protective paladins, so much badassery all in one place. Just read them. Read them all.

Hand-Me-Downs, Leftovers by yet_intrepid
Words: 1,181
Author’s Summary: “You don’t have to lie to make me feel better,” says Keith. “I’m not lying,” Shiro says. He takes a bite of his pizza; Keith mirrors him with the burrito. “Every step is a good step.”
My Comments: Short and sweet and perfect. So much feeling in a cold piece of pizza and a microwaved burrito. And I feel like I’ve had the same conversation during my college years.

A Dream Away by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Words: 1,143 (WIP 1/?)
Author’s Summary: The Gen fics from my 1000 Followers Special.
My Comments: Just subscribe now so you won’t miss any. The first chapter is Shiro comforting a distraught Hunk, and the rest are going to be just as high-quality.

Blue and Bruised by DizzyBunnies 
Words: 13,196 (WIP 5/?)
Author’s Summary: While saving innocent citizens from a minefield, Lance and the Blue Lion take a beating. Lance’s high brain activity threatens the use of a healing pod, so the team venture out to find a plant that may help Lance’s healing process. Hunk stays behind to watch after Lance, but will he be able to hold down the fort on his own?
My Comments: It’s hurt!Lance, and you know how much I like that. I really like the character interactions in this one.

How Much is that Doggy in the Window by isabeau25
Words: 1,039
Author’s Summary: Prequel to “What Every Little Kid Wants.” Keith finds Shiro’s birthday present and the rest of the team makes sure it will work out the way he thinks it will.
My Comments: I’m going to say this a lot, but read the whole series. The younger paladins work together to get a puppy for Shiro, and it’s adorable and wonderful. The first fic in the series is about Keith adopting a pet for himself, and it’s absolutely perfect.

Dream, Seam by ardett
Words: 4,937
Author’s Summary: Lance is the blue paladin. The Galra realize this before he does.
My Comments: I’ve screamed before here about how thoroughly this fic wrecked me, but I mean it. It WRECKED me. The author and I are gonna try to co-write a sequel, because I lost control of myself and wrote a thousand words of aftermath headcanons in the comments. So yeah. Look forward to that. Also read the rest of this author’s fics for Platonic VLD Week. They’re all great.

You’re The Only North Star (Platonic VLD Week) by story_monger
My Comments: Oh, man, so hard to pick a favorite. They’re all so GOOD, and they’re scattered evenly across the entire crew. I’m tempted to say Moonshadow, because it has hurt!Lance, but I think my favorite is actually The Beat Down for Coran just being absolutely BADASS and AMAZING and also interacting with Lance and reassuring him and just being…amazing. Gah, that fic made me love Coran so much, and I already adore him. Read it. Read them all.

Platonic VLD Week by hufflepirate
My Comments: Again, pretty much impossible to pick a favorite, but the Pacific Rim AU is SO COOL. And also sad and heartbreaking, but mostly cool. Coran is an amazing mentor to Shiro, and so smart and kind despite his unease with the way the Voltron jaeger works. And his relationship with Allura and backstory with Alfor were beautiful and tragic, respectively. Read read read.

Maja’s Platonic VLD Week 2017 by windscryer
My Comments: Such excellent, excellent hurt/comfort, and a lot of focus on Pidge, which is refreshing. I think my favorite is Break on Me for the protective Lance, but again, they’re all amazing. Read them all.

Impulsive/Spontaneous by gringle
Words: 9,230
Author’s Summary: Lance and Allura finally have a bonding moment. Part of Platonic VLD week: Day 6 Injury/Healing
My Comments: Such an EXCELLENT Lance, and great interaction for him and Allura. I love stories where Lance becomes a diplomat for team Voltron and uses his social skills to be amazing and badass. Yes, yes, baby, you have a thing, and it’s a fantastic thing that not everyone can do (I certainly can’t, myself), and you should be proud. I was so happy when Allura got angry, holy crap. Protective Allura is my jam. One of my jams. I have a lot of jams, but this one is delicious.

Small Fierce Things by playswithworms
Words: 5,241
Author’s Summary: Pidge is badly injured. Shiro does his best to angst over it, but is foiled.
My Comments: Pidge is an absolute badass, and so adorable, and the way she was EXCITED about the possibilities in what most would see as a horrible, unredeemable situation was amazing, and so her. Love this one. Love Pidge. Love Shiro.

Platonic VLD Week by BrOwNiEfOx
My Comments: I think my favorite is Pride as Family. Love that lion bonding, and everyone gets a chance to shine. It’s all good.

Measuring Up by MoonlitWaterSunnyRiver
Words: 1,092
Author’s Summary: Keith has insomnia, and finally decides to *do* something about it. Turns out he’s not the only one up at night. Keith & Lance friendship, written for Platonic VLD Week.
My Comments: Aw, boys. Good talk.

Foundation by buttered_onions for mumblefox
Words: 8,982
Author’s Summary: “Wait,” Lance says, eyes narrowed in suspicion. “I thought you said you’ve known Shiro all your life.” “I might as well have,” Keith says. The story of how Keith and Shiro meet.
My Comments: STAR WARS AU. This is so so so good, holy crap. And it’s a Jed Temple Star Wars AU, where the boys are Jedi with all of the Old Republic Jedi crap about how attachments are dangerous messing up both Keith and Shiro and making it hard for them to navigate the friendship that both of them desperately need. But they figure it out. Gorgeous stuff, gorgeously written. Read the whole series.

Haircut by earthstar
Words: 1,946
Author’s Summary: Keith is in dire need of a haircut.
My Comments: I have previously recced other fics in this series. Just read it all. It’s all good. Then subscribe to the series so you don’t miss anything. Trust me, you’ll be glad you did.

Hair Care In Space by earthstar, isabeau25
Words: 7,764 (WIP 4/8)
Author’s Summary: Just because you’re travelling in outer space in a flying castle, doesn’t mean you can skip out taking care of your hair.
My Comments: Everyone is adorable and it’s all good.

Bridge This Gap by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions) for mumblefox
Words: 2,287
Author’s Summary: Forming Voltron comes with side effects. A birthday fic

Gunna Go Far, Kid by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions) for buttered_onions
Words: 3,034
Author’s Summary: Shiro finds himself in the body of a six year old. Again. He’s not any more happy about it.
My Comments: You should just click on anything that has BossToaster as the author.

Come Back (as pure as gold) by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Words: 3,567
Author’s Summary: When Shiro steps out of his lion after the final battle with Zarkon, something is off. Seems like he missed something. Ten years of it.
My Comments: See above. Also this ones hurts and I hate it.

the art of the trade by tuesdayandtuesday
Words: 2,696 
Author’s Summary: day three of platonic vld week - lions/bonding in which keith and red share a moment or three. s2 spoilers.
My Comments: This one is gorgeous and heartbreaking and so, so worth it.

Catch & Release by anonymous_scapegoat
Words: 2,625
Author’s Summary: Some Galra grunt makes the mistake of putting Pidge and Lance in the same cell. It goes about as well as you’d expect.
My Comments: Pidge and Lance being smart and snarky and perfect and working together really, really well. It really felt like an episode of the show.

when it rains, it pours by tuesdayandtuesday
Words: 2,461
Author’s Summary: day three of platonic vld week - lions/bonding in which lance cannot bear to be himself, and blue cannot bear to have him otherwise. s2 spoilers.
My Comments: I love Lance and Blue interaction so much, and this is beautiful.

Family is the Mixture of Chaos and Caring by CamillaLynne14
Words: 1,883
Author’s Summary: The teams morning has been… Chaotic. With a rough start to the day, then right into an intense training exercise, Coran and Allura feel guilty for how hard they’ve been working them. So the two form a surprise that may not go as planned.
My Comments: They tried, and no one should criticize them.

Hologram by AboveWeird
Words: 1,302
Author’s Summary: What Lance never anticipated was missing the stars. It felt so weird, so wrong to be out here among the stars when he knew nothing of their names or the myths they took part in. Most of all he missed the sun. It seemed like a silly thing. A giant ball of flaming gases shouldn’t be so dear, but yet no other star could ever mean as much. It had watched over him, looming and unseeing, for all of his life. It was a constant. And now, by an unthinkable turn of events, it was gone. All he had left was this hologram.
My Comments: Cuddle pile on Lance! It’s good.

Previously Recced Fics That Updated:
Handbook of Demonology by squirenonny for Pechat
Scattered by avidbeader
Someplace Like Home by squirenonny
Bromances in Space by ptw30
Playing Catch-Up by 5557
Love and Other Questions by squirenonny
In Sickness and Health by JamtheDingus
Chrono Story by Crowoxy
The Size Of Our Actions by buttered_onions
Silver Lining by HeIsSoBlue
Project G.A.L.R.A. by GemmaRose (now complete)
Coming Undone by Emerald_Ashes
Beautiful Minds by PotatoBender
Mini Lions by earthstar
Aid by Haurvatat


Originally posted by ros-crane-kim

I use the same gif everytime someone plz make changki gifs

Note: not requested but I wanted to make some changki so yeah; have some changki. credit to @super-mario-girl as this is her prompt I have used as inspiration for this. It didn’t come out as well as I’d liked, but eh, the concept is there that I wanted to get across. Please enjoy my trash. 

I do not own the gifs used. 

Since the moment you’re born, the first words of your soulmate are tattooed against your wrist. It comes to numerous hilarities, Changkyun had seen many instances where his friends had rude, or inappropriate one liners against their skin, but his? Well, he couldn’t exactly read his.

It wasn’t that he wasn’t intelligent, no, Changkyun tops each of his classes in miles. It’s just, his arm is tattooed in Korean. Yes, Korean… Korean. Sure, he had Korean origins, his family lived there before their bond of marriage. But since the moment he stepped foot on Earth, he had lived on Boston grounds, and never strayed too far away from that.

His friends always joked, saying how he’d end up finding his soulmate to be a beautiful foreign woman. There was only a few issues with that: one, he had no intention to go to Korea, and two, he had no intention of meeting a woman.

That was what he told himself for years and years, that he didn’t care, that he didn’t want to know; except, he did care, and he did want to know. Changkyun is intelligent, and if there is one thing he hates the most in the world (beside the concept of soulmates) is not knowing. He can’t stand not knowing. If he fails a test, he has to know why, he finds it hard to accept gray areas where there isn’t just one specific answer.

So after years of denial, he picked up a Korean textbook.

He studied, and studied. He figured out rather quickly that his tattoo’s words were a rather simple; “are you alright?”

That wasn’t anything that his parents couldn’t tell him, but they refused. He needed to find it out for himself, and they knew him too well. His mother knew that once he started looking into it, even just the simple meaning of his tattoo, he wouldn’t just be able to leave it at that. She knew he’d build up the will to find his soulmate. Other than living a long, fulfilling life, that’s the only other thing she’d ever wanted for him.

And as she predicted, he was taking the trip to the unknown. It was the first time he actually felt nervous. He clutched his rucksack tightly, muttering something about “fucking stupid soulmates” as he paced toward his flight.

Upon arriving in Korea, he realised how grateful he was that he’d actually taken his language skills further than “are you alright?” it was like walking into a whole new world.

Seoul was busier than he’d imagined, then he realised how stupid it was to assume it would be any less. It was a city after all. It was that moment that it hit him that he was well and truly out of his depths. How was he supposed to find one person in amongst thousands? And “are you alright” is such a common phrase, literally anyone could ask him that. “Fucking hell, couldn’t you have been a little more creative?” Changkyun cursed at his soulmate internally as he tried to orientate himself amongst the bustling tube station.

He’d missed rush hour, and somehow, luck was on his side as he entered a mostly cleared tube. He fell back into a seat, uncaring that he’d startled the male beside him.

“Are you alright?” The man questioned him.

Changkyun rolled his eyes, he was started to despise those words. “How cliche of you to ask”

He was expecting some kind of response to his rudeness, but when he turned to look beside him, the man looked shell shocked. His eyes wide, deer like. His pastel pink hair fell over his eyes as the tube lurched. He shook his head, chuckling, finally.

“Yoo Kihyun” He extended his arm.

Then, a sudden rush of butterflies in his gut.

“How cliche of you to ask” glittered against the man’s wrist, the same way his tattoo now was. He felt it tingling. He thought he was going to explode his cheeks were so warm.

“Lim Changkyun.” He gulped, taking the extended hand.

emphoenixcat  asked:

What would happen if Cat Virgil got lost? I know they're in the mind-scape so maybe Roman accidentally leaves his bedroom door open and Virgil wanders in and gets lost in Roman's world of imagination and creativity. The others get so worried about him and Virgil is completely freaked out. Sorry about the really long idea, but I'm just pondering story possibilities....

Ah, a very real possibility, as cats wander away from home frequently! 

I’m going to answer that, but first, I’m going to use your ask as an opportunity to talk about–

What To Do If Your Kitty Runs Away

A lot of these tips are lifted directly from Pet FBI. I’m just distilling them into a list and adding a few of my own suggestions from experience. :) 

First and foremost: most kitties don’t go too far from home!!! This is the number 1 thing to remember. Cats have a great sense of direction and an even better sense of smell. They know where home is. 

 If this is the first time they have gone out, they are probably scared and hiding. You can check around your home in nooks, crannies, hidey holes, etc–under bushes, in your house’s crawlspace (if you live in a house), 

But remember: cats are VERY good at hiding. You are far more likely to have success luring your cat back than you are finding him on your own. Here are some tips to do that: 

- Leave something that smells familiar to the kitty outside, like a pillow they slept on or even a scoop of used litter. I know that sounds kinda gross but cats tend to return to familiar smells. 

- Leave out some food. The stinkier the better. Tuna, anchovies, sardines, etc. Heat it up for an even stinkier enticement! 

- If you have a garage door, leave it cracked open far enough to let kitty slip in. 

- LISTEN. Cats meow and scratch at doors but they tend to be most active at night. Make sure you’re paying attention! Pet FBI recommends you sleep near the door or even use baby monitors to alert yourself to your kitty’s return. 

- Sit outside and talk. Don’t call for your kitty or cry or plea, but sit outside and talk on the phone or with a friend in your normal speaking voices. Cats respond well to that. 

If your kitty doesn’t return, make sure you check the ‘found’ sections of your local message boards. You can call shelters as well. Alert neighbors to keep an eye out, or make ‘lost’ posters. If kitty hasn’t returned on his own after a few days, there’s a good chance they’ve gotten stuck somewhere, so remember to look UP, too–trees, rooftops, etc. Cats are much better at getting UP than they are at getting DOWN. 

Cats can get stuck in other people’s garages and sheds, too. Take a walk around your neighborhood and chat on the phone, pausing to listen now and then. If kitty is stuck nearby and hears your voice, he may start mewing to get your attention. 

The big thing is don’t panic, and don’t give up! Cats are very independent creatures, and even animals who have been raised indoors have very good instincts for survival. I’ve had cats missing for months who returned one day, pert as you please, like ‘oh yeah mom no big deal, just back from my world tour.’ Keep these strategies in mind, and remember, the sooner the better. Enticing a cat back early is always the most successful method!

Now, for those of you who read this far, a quick little headcanon: 

CatVirgil gets into Princey’s realm when Roman accidentally leaves his door open. Roman runs in after him but Virgil quickly disappears because Roman’s realm is huge and expansive, with forests and meadows and castles and just about anything else you can imagine. 

Roman admits what has happened to the others, and the three of them venture into Roman’s realm to find him. They spend days searching, calling for Virgil, following clues and whatnot. Then one night, they’re sitting around the campfire just talking, and Roman breaks down and starts to cry because he feels so guilty and afraid for Virgil. What if Virgil is hurt? He’s got to be so scared, out there by himself. If anything happens to him–

Just then, the others gasp, but Roman doesn’t notice, because he’s too busy berating himself between his tears. But he does notice when he feels a tiny bump against his elbow. He jerks up and looks down and there’s Virgil, staring up at him, eyes wide and concerned. Roman immediately picks him up and hugs him, crying and laughing because Don’t you scare me like that again, Virgil! and I’m so glad you’re okay!!! 

And Virgil curls in against him and purrs like “yeah no big deal, but i knew you loved me.” 

The Final Play

IMAGINE: Bucky hasn’t been paying attention to (Y/N) lately, missing out their dates, purposely ignoring her. Is he tired of her? Or is there something up his sleeve?

[gif is not mine. hope you guys like it. this story was inspired by the plot in ‘himym’ -you know, where barney finally proposes to robin.]

word count: 2.0 k+

act one

“I think your best friend is cheating on me.”

Sam looked at (Y/N) alarmed, he almost dropped the muffin that he was holding. Steve audibly gasped beside him as well as stilling. “He’s not my best friend. AND what?”

(Y/N) sat down on the stool in front of Sam and Steve. “We haven’t spent any of our free time together. I barely see him, he says that he’s always at work, we haven’t had sex in like three weeks.” She reached over and grabbed Steve’s drink and skulled it.

“Have you talked to him about it?” Sam questioned.

“Whenever I try to tell him that we haven’t been spending a lot of time together he just bolts or tries to change the subject.”

“Bucky loves you.”

“It doesn’t seem like it anymore. I don’t want to be one of those women who need the spend every moment we have together, but I need to see him at least.” She burrowed her face in her palms. “I don’t know what to do anymore. Is he bored with me? Does he want to be with someone else, is this his way of saying it?”

Sam looked over to Steve worriedly. “I’m sure that he’s just busy, (Y/N).”

“Am I making a mistake?” The words came of her mouth as soon as she thought of it. Her and Bucky have always been strong, they were the ones that everyone wanted to be. They were the strongest people with the strongest relationship. “Being with him?”

“No!” Steve denied vehemently. He knew that Bucky before (Y/N) was a coping mess, coping but messily and in isolation. With (Y/N) he was the Bucky that he knew before HYDRA got to him. She was perfect for him. “You guys are meant to be!”

(Y/N) shrugged and looked at Steve and Sam sadly. “His actions aren’t really saying that nowadays. I’m getting tired.”

Steve sat up and leaned sat forward, concern etched on his face. “(Y/N), what are you saying?” He asked slowly, fearing for the worst.

“I want to be with someone who actually pays attention to me.” She shrugged again and stood up. “I’ll see you guys later.”

act two

“Are you sure she really said that?”

Steve nodded, “She did. What the hell are you doing Buck?”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re pushing her away! You don’t push the people you love away!” Steve to emphasise his point hit Bucky  every time he spoke a word.

“Damn it, Steve! Calm down.” He rubbed his arm, “Jesus,” He mumbled and moved away when Steve raised her fist again.

“Look, you’re like my brother and I love you but you need to stop fucking around with (Y/N)! Unless you want to be single again!” Steve angrily pointed a finger at Bucky who was still nursing his now bruising arm.

“I’m not cheating on her,” he denied. Bucky nervously rubbed his neck, “I’ve been working on something, that’s why I haven’t been spending time with her.”

Steve folded her arms crossly at her brother, “What is is then?”

He stood up and looked at him silently asking Steve to follow him. When they reached his office he showed him the folder and watched as he intently read through it.


Bucky smiled at his best friend, he nodded once, “Yes, really.”

act three

“What do you mean he’s not going to come?” (Y/N) paced back and forth, her cellphone clenched tightly in her hand. “He’s your best friend!”

Steve shrugged once, “I don’t know. He said he’s busy looking at the plans we have for the next mission.”

“You’re being commended at the museum! He could do that anytime after this!” She abruptly stopped pacing back and forth, almost tripping over the train of her dress. “That motherfucker.”

“(Y/N), honestly, it doesn’t matter.” Steve placated her. “It’s just a stupid ceremony.”

She shook her head, “No, Steve It really does matter. I mean, if he thinks that skipping out this very important event for his best friend, what do you think his stance on missing out our kids important events? Missing ballet recitals? Or missing rugby matches?”

“You know he won’t do that.”

(Y/N) shrugged and looked at Steve sadly. “I don’t think I know him anymore.” She picked up her clutch, “I’ll see you and the group at the museum, okay?”

“Where are you going?”

“To find Bucky and tell him exactly what I’ve been thinking and feeling since he started treating me like nothing.”

act four

Throughout the whole car ride to Bucky, (Y/N) thought about what she was going to say him. What would happen if she confronted him? Would they be able to sort out through their problems, or would they break up?

“Ma’am, we’re here.”

She nodded to her driver and opened the door. As she looked up at the tall, lit building she could feel her heart in her mouth. As much as she wanted to turn back and let him continue whatever he was doing, she knew that deep down inside her that she needed to do this for her, him and their relationship.

She opened the door to his office at the Tower hesitantly,when she stepped inside her search came to a halt as there was no one there. (Y/N) furrowed her brows. Where the hell was he? She was about to turn back when she saw a single red rose on his chestnut table. Moving forward she looked at the rose curiously, beneath it sat a small note with Bucky’s familiar writing.


(Y/N) made a face and wondered why he wanted her to come up to the roof. Thinking nothing of it, she picked up the rose and started walking towards the lift.

After walking a flight of stairs, she finally reached the door to the roof, opening it she was met with petals of pink and red roses on the floor. She looked around and saw candles lit around everywhere. In the middle of the roof, a paper circled with flowers and candles. Walking to towards it, she bent down and picked up the card.

The Final Play: The (Y/L/N)

First Step: Meet the perfect girl. Perfect girl meaning (Y/N). Perfect girl meaning she will shout at you when you fuck up, anger you, love you more than anything. The girl who will look after you during the night when you scream in fear, when you don’t want to talk so she just holds you and whispers comforting words.

Second Step: Make a complete arse out of yourself e.g. when you tried to ask her out romantically which ended up accidentally setting both of yourselves on fire and you tripping over and accidentally smacking your head against her nose.

Third Step: Realise something very important.

Fourth Step: Conduct an elaborate plan that will take over two months to put together.

Fifth Step: Start preparing everything. Spend a lot of time at ‘work’ -work meaning that you’re calling every flower shop so you can have more than enough roses.

Sixth Step: She’s going to go bonkers, so be wary. You know that she’s going to doubt your relationship and it’s going to kill you both but hopefully this is worth it.

Seventh Step: She’s going to confide in Steve and Sam. Steve’s going to yell at you, probably punch you, Sam’s just going to be passive around you…or throw things at you. When Steve comes to you, let him tell you what (Y/N) told him. After Steve berating you and him giving you the look, show him the plan.

Eight Step: Deliberately miss out Steve’s event -make sure that he tells (Y/N) this. Tell Steve to tell her that you’re at work looking over some files…or something. She arrives at the Tower and she can’t find me and then she sees the note.

Ninth Step: Make her go to the roof.

Tenth Step: Be prepared, but you’re always prepared with her so it’s okay. This is it buddy, you’re spending the rest of your life with the soulmate you thought that would never come to you, but here she is standing in one of the most important places in your relationship, reading the stupid romantic plan that you made.

“Cliche, I know.”

At Bucky’s voice she looked up from reading, barely noticing that there were tears in her eyes.

“What is all this?”

“Do you remember what happened on this roof?”

(Y/N) racked her brain, trying to remember what exactly happened when they first met each other on this roof.

“I do. I remember vividly.” Bucky placed his hands into his pocket, rocked back and forth and smiled boyishly at her. “You came up here after Tony introduced you to everyone. You were trying to escape Pietro and I was trying to escape the crowd. You talked to me like I was a normal person, that I wasn’t Bucky or the fact that I was the Winter Soldier.”

Bucky slowly walked up to her, “I fell in love with you that first day. You were brilliant, you were passionate. As you stood there giving me these weird facts and imitating everyone down at the party, I could see our future in my mind. In that moment, I swore to myself that I would marry you.” He nodded towards the paper.

She looked at it and turned it over.

Final Step: Hope that she says yes.

“I’m so sorry that I made you doubt everything that we had together but I needed to do this. To prove to you just how much I love you, in some fucked up way I needed to do this. But this is the last time I will ever lie to you, unless you want me to lie to you.”

(Y/N) looked away from the paper and looked back to Bucky who was now down on one knee on the ground.

“You’re my soulmate. The person that I didn’t know that I was looking for until I found you. You’re what made my life everything that it is, you made it matter. I wasn’t the Winter Soldier, I wasn’t the cavalier Bucky, I was James. I was me. You’re my best friend.” (Y/N) sniffled at his Bucky continued his speech.

“There are two things in this world that I’m completely certain of: I know that we belong together, and that you are the love of my life and soulmate.” Bucky smiled and opened the the box. “So (Y/N) (Y/L/N), will you do the honor of marrying me?”

She let out a soft sob and moved forwards to him, “Yes! Yes!” She cried happily as he smiled widely at her. Picking her up and twirling her around, he realised that one of his favourite sounds in the world was her giggling.

He placed her down and placed the ring on her finger. Bucky kissed her once. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” she mumbled against his lips. (Y/N) pulled back and gave him a cheeky grin, “You know you’re certain of three things.”


“You said love of my life and soul mate. That’s two things.”

Bucky shrugged, “You’re both. There’s no one else for me.”

As he wrapped his arms around her again, the ring he gave her glittering on her left ring finger, Bucky couldn’t help but feel complete.

act five

They live happily ever after…well not really, not in the conventional rom-com way. They fight, they shout at each other. Has often either slept on Steve’s couch, or grabbed a hotel room. But they always manage to go back to each other because that’s what soulmates are. You fight until you’re red but you come back to each other because you can’t stand being mad at them. They were the happiest with each other more than any other could make them.

anonymous asked:

Why does the stranger things fandom keep trying to push mike as gay? He's a little ass kid who was nervous to talk to a girl in one scene. I don't mean to be rude I just don't know where gay came from that. Are there some secret moments I'm missing/overlooking or something?

Do you mean Will? I don’t really think Mike is gay, at the most I would head canon him bi. Sexuality is a spectrum and whether he falls more to one side or the other is something he would learn as he grew up. Mike would be nervous to talk to a girl because girls are pretty and he is scared. People like to head canon Mike as bi or gay because they like him with Will, Byeler. I ship Byeler cause it would be adorable and I crave LGBT+ representation. (I also ship Mileven cause it too is adorable).

If you meant Will then I think a lot of the speculation comes from a scene in the first season and some parallels between him and eleven and how they act towards Mike. In the first season Joyce and Hopper have a scene right after Will’s disappearance where she lists some of the things bullies and Lonnie pick on Will. Some of those are gay slurs. When Hopper asks Joyce if Will is gay she switches topics. This could be because of worry or it could also be because she is keeping Will’s secret (or she thinks he is and is waiting for him to tell her before speculating). It is open to interpretation.

In the second season there are some parallels between how Eleven and Will lean on Mike for support. When Will flashes on Halloween he only calls out for Mike much like Eleven does when she is first trapped in the Upside Down. Anytime something goes wrong for Will (like when he sees Dart) he goes to Mike. That could be friendship or a crush. Who knows, who cares. The point of television, books, and movies to me is that they leave questions for the audience to answer. In fact Noah actually made a great post about it a few weeks ago. I will quote it here:

So I thought it would be time to jump into the conversation. I’ve been reading stuff for a while. I think everyone here is missing the point. An author called Gary Schmidt came to speak at our school this week and he said that good stories aren’t supposed to leave you with answers because then you never question yourself and you forget about it. A good book, or a good show leaves a lot of unanswered questions but makes you think. Which is what you are all doing. For me, Will being gay or not is besides the point. Stranger Things is a show about a bunch of kids who are outsiders and find each other because they have been bullied in some way or are different. Does being sensitive, or a loner, or a teenager who likes photography, or a girl with red hair and big glasses, make you gay? I’m only 12 but I do know we all relate to being different. And that’s why I think the Duffers wrote the show the way they did. So you can ask all these questions. I hope the real answer never comes out! #dufferbrothers

Noah likes the idea of questions, and I agree. Leaving certain things open, for the audience to interpret and head canon is what makes TV great. It is why we can have discussions like this. So as much as I want LGBT+ representation I agree with Noah that if the question was never answered I would also be content. This applies to Will and Mike’s sexualities, if you meant Mike sorry for the extra long rant I just wrote. It’s just the second time I was asked so I want to like make a good answer for all ways it applies.

anonymous asked:

I'm in the Christmas spirit already soo...Perhaps maybe where the reader (His girlfriend) surprises George by coming to the Burrow on Christmas morning? Maybe he isn't expecting to see her until next year at Hogwarts? And he's just so happy and he gets emotional and its just really fluffy?

i fuckin;;;;; love;;;;;;;;;;; chRISTMAS and this prompt. and u. i can’t tell how many anons i’ve proposed to yet but if u want we can all run away together and be nerds on and island. i can bake if u want

Originally posted by leave-me-colourless


Dear Y/N,

George is going crazy over here moping about you not being with us for Christmas. Dad put up some mistletoe to surprise Mum with and George just keeps staring at it like a prat and sighing. I’m trying to pull a prank with him and he’s not being nearly as helpful as he usually is. 

I know you said you wanted to spend some time with your family over the holidays, but could you please pop over here for at least a little on Christmas? Maybe for dinner and stay the night or something? I talked to Mum and she said it’d be okay. 

Please respond quickly. Ron mentioned apple pie and now George is frowning because apparently it’s your favorite. 

If you don’t come here and cheer him up I’ll beat him to death with a christmas stocking. 

Lovingly, of course. 


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Okay so @chirpingisflirting said she’s been having a real poopy bday, so I thought I’d take a crack at a nurseydex hc (which became this lame ficlet chimera) for her! Here goes nothing! Literally!

I’d imagine that, early in Nursey and Dex’s relationship (say, four months in?), school starts hittin’ Dex hard; boy’s got assignments up the wazoo, some emergency fees come up and he takes a small job a few days a week at the school bookstore/convenience store, his life’s just a mess. Nursey’s trying to keep his cool and be understanding, but it’s driving him nuts. He hasn’t seen Dex outside of practice in like, a month and a half, and he keeps trying to text him and make the best out of a crappy situation, but Dex tends to fall asleep or get bogged down by a new assignment and just forgets to text back and or it’s been almost a day and it’d feel really awkward to answer now and… yeah. It’s really fucking with Nursey.

He’s been taking it slow with Dex (whom I headcanon as only recently really coming into his sexuality?) since the start, but it feels like he’s the only one who gives a crap sometimes. Nursey reminds himself that’s obviously not true, though, and that Dex is just obscenely busy and just… lays on the supportive texts, or brings extra snacks for Dex after practice/before class. Still, this can only go on for so long.

And it’s driving Dex crazy too, because he’s reading all the texts, and he can see how upset Nursey is every time he splits up with the rest of the team after breakfast to head off to class, and it weighs on his mind when he’s knee-deep in some cs problem. It’s his first real relationship (with a dude?), and he’s crazy for Nursey, but he feels like he’s only giving 30% when Nursey’s constantly giving 100% (which ISN’T TRUE; boy’s running himself ragged, here!).

So he works double time for like a week to give him enough slack to slack off for an evening. It’s Tuesday, and he texts Nursey around lunch to get dressed in something comfy and wait outside the Haus for him after dinner. Nursey’s totally confused and is so… idk? Anxious? What could Dex want to talk about? Can Nursey even take this anymore? Is this fair to him? He almost doesn’t reply or want to show up, but he’s a sucker for Dex, so he puts on a cute li'l sweater over a collared shirt and waits out front.

Dex pulls up ten minutes late (definitely unlike him), and Nursey and him drive off silently.

They pull up to this hill hidden between these real posh houses that overlook Samwell and the surrounding town, minutes pass, and Dex pulls a scrap of paper and a single, haggard looking rose from behind his seat, but he still won’t talk. He just stares down at the things in his hands, and Nursey’s somewhere between concerned and pissed.

“I stopped by the flower shop before they closed and picked this up for you,” Dex starts, hands on the rose he’s now jerking in Nursey’s direction, “but I realized I don’t even know if you like roses, and this is completely fucking cliché, and it got all fucked up because I kept fiddling with it, and- Jesus, Nurse. I’m sorry.”

Nursey just looks up and locks eyes with Dex for the first time all night. Concern is winning out over anger now. He takes the rose, and his eyebrows wrinkle in an almost sad way.

“Shit, Nur- Derek! Derek. Are you okay? I’m so, so–”

“I love it.” Nursey places his hand over Dex’s. Dex just blushes and goes silent again, his eyes returning to the scrap that’s getting closer to becoming, well, scraps.

“I know I’ve been really shitty about, well, us, recently.” Dex is breathing deeper now. “But I know how hard this is for you, and I think about you all the time, and I thought I could balance everything, but I-” Dex shrugs. “I guess I can’t,” he chuckles.

“And I guess I know how much you like poetry and stuff, and- just- I brought you here to tell you…” He stretches out the paper in his now shaking hands, and sucks in a sharp breath. Th- this. Just read this.“ He passes the scrap over to Nursey:

‘You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.’

"Yo, you know plagiarism is probably the least effective way to my heart, right?” Nursey chirps.

“I know that, idiot,” Dex starts. “I- I’m not saying I wrote it. I just-”

“I know, man.” Nursey’s hand tightens around Dex’s.

And then Nursey’s kissing him, and Dex could almost cry for all that he feels he doesn’t deserve it after this past month. They break apart soon, though, and Dex takes the moment to hold Nursey out at arm’s length.

“I'msosorryDerekyoudeservebetterthanthisI'lltryharderforyou,” Dex breathes out.

“Hey, chill. I’m not blind, you know? You’re doin’ everything you can, Will. Just… just let me help you too, y'know? If you’re too busy to leave your damn room, let me come to you. It’ll kill me, but I can catch up on my readings and… not distract you.” He waits a beat for Dex to answer, and when he doesn’t, he continues, “Or I can meet you in between classes and walk you to your next one, or we can call each other… I just miss you.”

Dex’s eyes start darting here and there, like he’s looking for something in Nursey’s, and he finally answers: “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.” He’s sniffling now. “Let me do better.”

And with that, Dex leans in to kiss the smile sprouting on Nursey’s lips.

(And then vehicular cuddles. A lot of them. To the point where Nursey has to drive them back because Dex is half-asleep.)

anonymous asked:

In the wolf au, is Kirishima dating Denki, hanta, Mina, ect or is just kinda a wolf thing? Not that I mind either way I'm just super curious lol. Also it's so lovely, your work is so sweet.

Anon said: hello fran!! How are you? I hope you’re doing great!! sorry to bother you haha but I wanted to ask something!! So, in your wolf!kirishima comic it says that Denki’s pack and so is sero and mina, does that mean that they’re wolves shifters too?? And will we ever get to see them?? (also is there kamisero? Sorry my weak heart loves them yeet)

Ohohohohohohoho I’m glad you both asked about Kirishima’s pack cause boy do I have answers - okay first things first, Kirishima is only dating Bakugou and he’s the only wolf shifter in the pack (well, Mina is also a shifter, just not a wolf shifter)

In the AU pack dynamics are loosely based on how wolf packs work in the wild: in nature usually there’s an alpha couple (the “alpha male” and his mate) and the rest of the pack is made out of their pups! So by all means it’s just a family unit - once the pups are old enough to fend for themselves they leave the “pack” to form their own family - they’re social animals, so they need a pack to be happy and safe, and that reflects in the AU too. In this universe though it’s pretty normal for wolf shifters to date/marry non-shifters or shifters of other kinds, and when that happens the resulting kids might or might not have shifting abilities, which results in the process of forming a pack being a bit all over the place

In Kirishima’s case, he was born by two non-shifters who had shifter blood in them - as a wolf shifter his wolf side needed a pack to feel well (let’s say, other wolves to play with and learn from and so on) so as a kid he used to spend a lot of time with Fat and Amajiki (both wolf shifters!) who acted as a surrogate pack for the wolf in him - now he’s old enough to have his own pack tho! And while ideally that would mean he builds his own family with another wolf shifter, he ended up falling for Bakugou, who’s a non-shifter and a man, which means the family plan sorta went down the drain. His wolf still needs a pack to be happy tho, and that ended up meaning he latched onto Mina (a childhood friend) and Kaminari and Sero (Bakugou’s close friends) who by this point are as close to him as if they were actual family.

So in theory Kirishima’s wolf side sees the pack as himself and Bakugou as the alpha couple and Mina, Sero and Kaminari as the “pups” - practically though Kirishima’s human side has a perfect grasp on his wolf’s instincts, so all in all it ends up just being five pals loving each other like family, no power imbalance at all (…he does get clingy after his pack members spend time with people outside of the pack, but he doesn’t ever try to stop them from socializing outside of the group and cuddles and general close proximity are all he needs to make his wolf feel better!)

…as you can see, I spent more time on this AU than strictly necessary haha

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anonymous asked:

I'm surprised ppl haven't brought up Yuuri's gaming hobby. Imagine him and Yurio playing Smash Bros with Yuuri coming out super savage on cat son. Also imagine the trio doing a let's play of Resident Evil 7 with Yuuri playing with stone, cold eyes while Yurio and Victor are scared out of their wits. Lastly, imagine Phichit and Yuuri doing LPs in off seasons during their Detroit days

(Referring to Yuuri’s Japanese Skating Federation online bio. I added the arrow and box to point where it says ゲーム“game” - gaming/video gaming)

Thinking about it…I’ve only seen maybe one or two fanfiction/Tumblr drabbles early EARLY in the season that touched on Yuuri with gaming and I think I’ve seen a couple of fanart here and there. There might be more now, but I don’t watch AO3 every hour, so I do miss some stories (if anyone knows some good fics on this, please rec them!).

I may not be as avid a player as I used to be, but that doesn’t mean I can’t talk a decent amount about video games~ I’m putting a majority of this post behind a cut because it got a bit long with musing on what game genre and platforms he might play, along with some headcanons.

I’m pretty sure Yuuri’s athlete+student lifestyle would mean the depth of his gaming hobby is going to be similar to Yuzuru’s gaming hobby - perhaps a little more since gaming is Yuuri’s only major hobby, or perhaps a little less now that Victor is spending time with him. Regarding Yuzu, he trains hard on and off the ice, balances university work, is a serious audiophile, and has other obligations (advertisements, ice shows, publicity, etc.). But when he plays games, he’s a completionist. His beloved series is Monster Hunter (check out those links for the commercials). When Yuzu has his foot in a cast, or gets out from surgery and is on bed rest, he says that he catches up on schoolwork and plays videogames.

So I imagine that Yuuri also has little time to be a hardcore gamer, but if that’s his single notable hobby, he’ll probably sink time into games that can be done on the go, or games that don’t require lots of planning and forethought (unlike, say Fire Emblem or 9 hours 9 persons 9 doors). Basically, the ideal games would be the kind that he can drop back into, see what the next quest/next dungeon is, and can get back on track. Games that feature lots of grinding, such as RPGs/MMORPGs, are good because they’re pretty straightforward, have repetitive actions/tasks, and offer a range of options and sideplots to keep them interesting for a long time.

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Series: Fairy Tail.
Rating: High T - M.
Genre(s): mystery, romance, drama, action, fantasy.
Pairings: NaLu, Gruvia, Gajevy, Jerza.
Triggers: blood, violence.
CH1 POV: Juvia Lockser. 
All Chapters: here.

Summary: They say that dead men tell no tales, but the body from the canal just won’t stop talking. Magnolia is on lock-down. Natsu’s wife is missing. And the things they were keeping out just got in. In this little town tainted with blood, knowledge is death. And Lucy Heartfilia knew too much.

;Our story binds us like right and wrong. Your hand in mine, marching to the beat of the storm. And we walk together into the light. And my love will be your armour tonight. We are lionhearts. And we stand together facing a war. And our love is gonna conquer it all. We are lionhearts.


[Don’t forget to read the prologue first!]

Something was coming. Gray squeezed Juvia’s hand. The wind howled in warning, urging them onward. Trees hissed and rustled in the breeze. Behind them, something snapped. Branches splintered and spat in the wind, scratching at her skin. Something lunged from the side. Juvia screamed. 

Gray plunged his knife into the thing’s side, cleaving through taut skin. It struck Juvia across the face with its massive hand, wailing in agony. Black blood streamed down its exposed rib cage, where its heart beat wildly to an audience. 

Juvia’s head reeled from the blow. She checked her cheek for blood, then quickly rushed to Gray’s side. The thing came again, faster this time; a blink of motion that tossed Juvia to the ground. The thing wrestled with Gray for a time, long fingers clawing at his face, desperate for blood.


‘Stay away!’ he snarled, connecting a boot with the thing’s chest. ‘I’m warning you, Juvia!’

The thing came at him again, nearly knocking Gray off balance. It leaned in close to his neck, where it snapped pointed teeth at his vulnerable flesh. Juvia unsheathed the knife on her belt and charged at the thing’s side, knocking it to the ground. Juvia fell with it. She shoved the blade into its heart, twisting and stabbing repeatedly until it fell still. Blood sprayed in an arc, splattering the creature’s face and neck. The monster lay sprawled on the ground, silent. 

‘Get up!’ Gray yelled. ‘Get away from it!’

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TAZ Nanowrimo: 11/17

Barry can’t tell them anything. To feed them half-truths in this delicate state would tear their minds apart. But gods, he just wants his family back. 

“Hey, guys. It’s me, Barry, though - well, I’m sure you know that already. I mean. Assuming I made a good enough first impression for you to, well, remember my face. Except it wasn’t really a first impression? ‘Cause our first one was a long time ago, so. More of a first impression in the sense that, uh, you didn’t know me when you met me.” Barry sighs, scrubs his face. “Nope, can’t say that. Shit.”

He deletes the recording off the coin. He can’t give them anything that’ll help them remember. He just has to convince them that he’s been watching over them the whole time, that he’s been protecting them since he found them again, and to, oh, turn against the entire Bureau of Balance.

He’s so tired.

He rewinds the coin, and tries again. “Hey guys, it’s me, uh, Barry. You might recognize me, you might not, though I hope I’d have made a good enough first impression the second time around for you to remember - nope. Can’t mention first impressions, Barry.”

Rewind. Reset. Try again. “Hey guys. It’s Barry. Barry Bluejeans. The guy you met in Phandalin, working with Gundrin, in case - yeah. Probably didn’t make a huge first impression, I think I like, was in a tavern when the whole place caught on fire. 

“Look, this is gonna sound nuts, but there’s a lot that you’re missing. There are huge gaps in your story, impossibly large gaps, that have got to be filled. And I can help you fill ‘em. Lucretia - the Director - do you know her as Lucretia yet?” Barry stops the recording with a frustrated grunt. “She wouldn’t have told them her name, would she. Too clever.” Even after eleven years pride pings through his chest at the thought of the woman he sees still as a younger sister. He’s always loved too much.

Magnus, Merle and Taako are curled on the ground of their own campsite on the way to Wave Echo Cave, sleeping fitfully. Barry would be more concerned about them eavesdropping, but after a hundred years of impromptu sleepovers and giant hug piles that unintentionally turned into sleepovers, he knows how they sleep. Magnus and Merle both snore like absolute animals, and Taako’s ears start twitching just so when he wakes up, a little upward flit that means he’s listening. The clearing is full of snores and Taako’s ears are still, so Barry keeps trying.

“Hey guys, it’s Barry.” He’s starting to hate the sound of his own voice. “This is gonna sound crazy,” he says, and he can almost feel Lup whacking him on the shoulder, telling him chin up, Barold, fake it ‘til you make it! He chuckles to himself. That was one of the little sayings Taako put in his dumb book full of stolen inspirations and gave to the Voidfish, wasn’t it. “No, it won’t sound crazy. Because you’re gonna believe me. Yeah. I’ve been watching over you for…” he trails off. “More than a hundred years, at this point.”

He digs a thumb into the grooves that ring the coin. He imagines it hurts. Then, more softly: “Yeah, it’s been a hundred and ten years now, hasn’t it?”

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askybison  asked:

hello hi please talk about witch adam. I just remember reading 1 post about it a long time ago and we need more. Please talk to us abt how adam makes pie with persephone's recipe when all of his college friends and him stay up late studying, or about the plants he keeps on the windowsill of his dorm that remind him of his friends and cabeswater or about the tarot cards he always carries in his backpack. Just talk to us about witch adam parrish <333

ok FIRST OF ALL, what do you think you’re doing coming here and making me FEEL THINGS about adam and persephone??? like????? their relationship was everything and she was probably the first good adult figure in adam’s life and i’m just…..so sad…….. ;___; so yes, of course he learns how to make her pecan pie. but it’s not like it’s easy, because nothing in adam’s life is ever easy. he asks blue to teach him; blue has to ask maura first; maura has to ask calla; calla storms to her room slamming the door and doesn’t talk about it again until two days later when she finally shows them how persephone made her famous pecan pie. and then blue teaches adam that last summer before he leaves for college, makes him do it over and over and over again until it’s just right (and yet, still somehow not exactly the same as persephone’s; the exact recipe being one of the many secrets she took with her). maybe it’s blue’s way of mourning her. it’s a way adam understands, at least – doing things to keep the emotions manageable. that first slice they eat together is a ritual. it’s a ceremony. it’s healing. so yes, adam makes it for his flatmates sometimes, and they all fucking love it dude this is delicious what the heck do you put in it, drugs??? but it’s when blue comes to visit that he makes it the most carefully and lovingly, because he knows what it means to the both of them.

and yes, of course there are the plants he keeps in the kitchen of his shared flat, in the brightest spot of sunlight under the window by the sink: succulents and cacti at first – he always has so much to do, and is terrified of killing them, so starts with something low maintenance – but more and more often things with leaves, things that he can visibly watch grow, things he can touch gently and be reminded of a time when other, older leaves touched him gently, almost the only gentle touch he knew in those days. plants with leaves, plants with flowers, sometimes, rarely, even dwarf fruit trees. and then, of course, there are the aromatic ones: basil, rosemary, thyme, and obviously sage (what’s not to love about a cooking plant that can also be used for purification rituals and protective magic?). 

(ronan, once, as they’re standing in the kitchen in their boxers and little else, points out that those little aromatic plants are like adam: beautiful and practical. adam calls him a sap, blushes around the ears, and kisses him long and slow.)

and the thing is, adam is practical, but he’s also unfathomable, which his roommates notice pretty fast. there are lots of uncanny things about that parrish kid, they say to each other in curious whispers. like the way his plants always seem to grow a little faster and more visibly after he talks to them. like the way he never seems to follow the same recipe for his now-famous pecan pie, but always ends up with the same delicious result. like the way he took one look at his roommate sophie’s tinder date when he picked her up, and called her an hour later pretending his car had broken down (sophie later asked him, stunned, how he’d known the guy was a no-good fuckboy who was unable to keep his hands to himself and kept trying to get her drunk; he just shrugged and went back to his physics textbook).

and then, of course, there are the tarot cards. 

adam keeps them to himself for a good while, only doing readings when he needs clarity or craves that connection to the supernatural he’d missed so dearly after cabeswater died. eventually jared stumbles in on him, and asks him to ~tell him the future. adam tells him to fuck off. jared fucks off, then comes back an hour later, and asks – this time, without a hint of mockery – for a reading, because there is just something about adam, about the loving and knowing way his deft fingers handle the cards, about the way his eyes go slightly hazy when he focuses on the cards’ images.

adam predicts jared’s week to a T, including things he had no business knowing. the next week, the roommates gather in the living room and ask him to read for each of them. it becomes a thing.

news travels fast across campus, and soon enough people adam doesn’t know start asking him if he’s that wiccan dude. they generally look perplexed, because adam looks every bit like the no-nonsense engineering student he is. adam shrugs it off. he’s not a wiccan, he tells them. then are you a witch? adam blinks. he thinks about persephone. he thinks about himself. magician. he pulls the tarot deck out of his bag, and reads. that’s how it starts.

he doesn’t read for everyone, of course; he has better things to do with his time – so many things to do – and he has never suffered fools gladly. people who stop him in the college green to ask him to cleanse their aura or some such get a glacier-cold look for their trouble. but sometimes, someone will show up at the apartment genuinely upset; someone who feels lost, and is looking for a port in a storm. he reads for them. he reads, too, for people who are restless like gansey, hungry like ronan, curious like blue. it becomes something of a joke inside his friend circle, the way people seek him out to ask for help with their everyday troubles. it’s low-key enough that it doesn’t interfere with his privacy or his school work, but high-key enough that he becomes that magic guy among the student population. 

sophie jokes that now that he has a reputation, he should start charging. he just replies, that’s not how it works. 

(it puzzles her, because adam is nothing if not financially savvy, but this – magic – is one thing he will not, cannot monetize. magic is what cabeswater gave him, and it is what persephone taught him; it’s what brought him close to gansey, and by extension ronan, noah, blue. it is what helped him realise his own power and save himself, so that he got out of henrietta and never looked back. in short, magic is so utterly intertwined in his life with friendship, love, and freedom, that he doesn’t know where it ends and he himself begins – or if such a separation even exists.)

seoulmatess  asked:

hey, my name is ana, im from colombia, (i'm actually not sure why i'm writing this in english) anyway, i've been wanting to learn korean for a while now, i learned hangul but the thing is that i don't know where to continue or what resources i can use, since it's really hard to find something korean related here; so i just wanted to ask you how you started learning and how do you manage your study time. I hope i didn't bother you ^^

Hola Ana!! :D Learning hangul is the first step, asi que comenzaste bien! c:

What I did: learn hangul, build some vocab with memrise, and then not improve at all for months because I had so many resources that I didn’t know which one to pick. I did check a few lessons of TTMIK and I used the textbook My Korean 1 (made by an Australian University, I think), but to be honest I didnt improve as much as I could have. Now I know the two reasons why: 1. TOO MANY RESOURCES: I was accumulating resources, books, sites, EVERYTHING, but didnt actually pick one to use. 2. Lack of discipline: I didn’t make time to actually study.

Know that I’m more experienced I highly recommend yall to not repeat my mistakes lmao. PICK ONE TEXTBOOK OR WEBSITE AND STICK TO IT. Don’t worry about missing out extra information or whatever. Only look for another explanation if the first one you used wasnt clear enough and you really couldnt understand, but AFTER TRYING; annotate, practice, review, and if it is still unclear then switch to another (reliable) resource. I’m NOT saying that every explanation is going to be accurate and should be trusted, but if it isn’t correct you will probably realize it after you become more comfortable with the language.

Everyone praises TTMIK and they deserve it, they have awesome lessons. My advice is that you find their curriculum (on their page) and start. But remember: DONT STOP. You dont know what to do? Go to the next lesson. As simple as that. Listen to the audios, repeat what they say, read aloud, make flashcards with the vocab and say “I will learn ALL THIS WORDS by the end of the week”, make your own sentences to practice vocab and grammar points, KEEP GOING. You can even skip some lessons (advanced learners are gonna kill me for saying this tho). Dont stress over “but what im a gonna do after i finish all their lessons?!?” You’ll cross that bridge when you get there.

Another option that I recommend for grammar is using the book Korean Grammar In Use (Beginner). It has a lot of grammar points with simple explanations, sample sentences, conjugations and exercises. You can pair it with the TTMIK lessons if you are a little worried about not getting enough practice.

For vocab I suggest the list of ‘Most common verbs/adjectives/nouns’, and I think some people have already created them on Memrise/Quizlet/Anki (I personally prefer quizlet).

I try to study at least 5 minutes a day. I’ll make a full post soon about how I’ve been managing my time these past few months, but this is what I try to do every week:

  • Grammar: it can take just 30 minutes to make notes for a grammar point. How many G.P. you do is up to how much time you have. I’m doing 3-5 per week (intensively selfstudying) but I think even one per week is fine!
  • Vocab: make a list at the start of each week (or month) and review every moment you can: before sleeping, while eating, on the bus. It shouldnt take you too much time either: 30 minutes for the list and 5 minute breaks for reviewing. Make goals: Ill memorize this list by the end of the week, Ill review 5 days of the week, Ill review 4 times each day. Be honest with yourself, but try to step out of your comfort zone.
  • Listening comprehension: listen to audios of the lessons, listen without reading the transcript and try to pick up words, listen to kpop too and other media like dramas or youtube videos. Doesnt take much time either and its fun to do.
  • Some kind of pronunciation practice: imitating the audios and reading aloud. If you have a native friend or anyone who knows/is learning korean, talk with them
  • Some kind of writing practice like journaling your day, solving workbook exercises or making sentences with what you learn. Time varies with this. My journal entries take me 5-15 minutes (they are very short but sometimes I have to look up words that I dont know/remember)
  • Reading practice: write the dialogues from the lessons that you study and read them! they probably combine the grammar and vocab you are studying. Also write the sample sentences that they use. Read kpop lyrics and webtoons.

Hope this helps a little bit c: I’ll probably make more posts about this with more information. Lo mas importante es comenzar y seguir! No te bloquees. Si ves algo, aprendelo; no lo guardes para despues. 

anonymous asked:

hey, i saw your post where you mentioned hoping to convince fans returning to the show to reconsider moffat's era, and i was wondering if you have any posts you'd suggest reading on that note? i'm one of those fans and am willing to reconsider but am not sure where to find comprehensive meta


Well, more than any of us blathering on about the show, I’d say let it argue for itself. In particular, I recommend watching 2015′s three-parter of Face the Raven/Heaven Sent/Hell Bent, which is in my mind the finest feminist triumph in this show’s history and a damn good tale to boot, probably my favorite Doctor Who story. Basically, it sets up a mighty story of fridging angst and then swerves aside for an ode to women’s agency. It’s wonderful. @whovianfeminism called it “the most explicitly feminist call-out of the Doctor’s behavior I have ever seen,” and people often cynical toward Moffat even offered opinions like “For me, and I am not a Moffat fan in general (as those who read my blog will know), I thought Hell Bent was very satisfying, and definitely showed the character of Clara Oswald the respect she is owed.” (x)

Probably the most divisive element to the late Moffat era and what many people new to or returning to it might struggle with is Clara. She’s a complicated character, and people who love her generally love her for how she’s allowed to be a complicated and flawed equal to the Doctor. The first hurdle people often experience with her is the “impossible girl” arc. A common critique in the early backlash to Moffat was that he treats women as sexy plot devices, but this whole arc is a subversion of that. It’s just easy to miss because it’s a story through the Doctor’s perspective about him reducing her to a mystery.

Rather conveniently, we meta writers no longer need to spell that out (though we have on several occasions), because Moffat’s come along and said it himself.  “The idea of ‘the Impossible Girl’ is because that name in no way applies to her properly. The Doctor thinks she’s impossible and then discovers she’s a perfectly real person, a perfectly ordinary person. His disposition is to treat people like puzzles to be deconstructed and what he learns in dealing with Clara is he was dealing with a real human being and if he’d picked up on that earlier they would have been better friends quicker. So that’s what ‘the Impossible girl’ is, it doesn’t exist, she’s just Clara Oswald.” (x) @abossycontrolfreak writes some amazing meta on Clara and, as I recall, was able to basically work out her ending because of it.

From there, her arc revolves around her becoming more and more flawed and complicated and like the Doctor, but this is rather spelled out, honestly, within the episodes. Flatline, for example, has her running round with sonic in hand calling herself the Doctor while the Doctor is locked up and advising her over a communications device, and Death in Heaven has her proclaim herself to be the Doctor in the pre-titles, which then teasingly put Jenna Coleman’s name first and replace Capaldi’s eyes in the titles with hers. Her story arc, in essence, is a girl asking why she can’t be the Doctor, too. And the answer her arc eventually provides is that she can. I’ll leave specific pieces of meta recommendations to the reblogs, I can’t keep track of all of them! There’s many good ones.

Another big thing with Moffat that tend to rub people the wrong way is a tendency to tease certain stories but deliver other ones. It’s a common trick I basically take for granted at this point, but many don’t (and gosh, the week between World Enough and Time and The Doctor Falls was a mess as a result, I did keep saying there was no reason to panic about Bill but people didn’t listen…). Usually, this involves teasing a big, continuity-encompassing epic before scaling down to the more intimate character-driven story that’s needed. Doctor Who scholar @philsandifer terms it “narrative substitution.” Here’s the piece he did on that, though he’s got plenty of other good scholarly work about all sorts of corners of Doctor Who. So basically, set your expectations to the story teasing you about what story it is going to tell, because that’s the real question Moffat’s era repeatedly asks you. What story is it really all going to be? Every time, really, it’s one about the companions and their lives and agency. They’ll be put through the wringer first, of course, but they will come out triumphant.

As for the man himself, well, there’s a few things to note. I mapped out his position as I see it in the ideological discourse of Doctor Who here (1) (2). Might even need to do a third part in light of this Doctor casting. There are many interviews from him that are taken out of context, such as the “women are needy” one, in which he was talking about the perspective of a sexist character on his sitcom, Coupling. But beyond that, he’s just generally very sarcastic, and that can lead to some unfortunate out of context soundbites flying around. So while he’s on many occassions supported a woman Doctor (x) (x) and mentioned that the show is written to support that and make it possible, you’ve probably seen none of that and tons of references to his crappy joke about the queen becoming a man.

I hope this more or less covers it. I am so entrenched in picking apart this stuff that I take a lot of it for granted, so if you need any further explanation for your understanding, please let me know.

hollysparkswrites  asked:

Favorite Merthur Headcanons?

Favorite? Oh, I am so so so so bad at picking favorites in anything. Here are some that I like though (read: I just made up):

  • You know that blue cape Merlin gave Arthur? Yeah, it is Arthur’s absolute favorite piece of clothing. There is a silent rule that nobody is allowed to point out that the king of Camelot has been wearing the same damn blue cape for years now and its not even in fashion anymore. Merlin thinks it is adorable and uses his magic to keep it in the exact condition it was in when he gave it to Arthur.
  • Arthur is actually really fucking impressed with that fiery dragon spell Merlin does. Sometimes, when they’re lying in bed at night and Arthur is feeling sentimental, clingy, in need of general reaffirmation of their relationship, or just plain soppy, he loud whispers to Merlin asking him to do the spell. Merlin doesn’t have to ask which one he means.
  • Gwen straight up slapped Arthur one time because of how much of an idiot he is with Merlin’s birthday. At first, Arthur always missed Merlin’s birthday and even though Merlin never made a fuss, Arthur got in lots of trouble from Gwen because she knew what it would mean to Merlin for Arthur to do something for him for his birthday. Then, after two years of being yelled at (and one goblet of mead in his face), Arthur started remembering. But then he got too into it. Like a challenge. It didn’t help that Gwaine joined in and started making elaborate birthday plans for Merlin to show his bff how much he cares. Arthur kept outdoing himself, but at the cost of Gwen and everyone around his sanity. Well, except Merlin, who was Not Allowed To Know (he always knew). It got so bad that Arthur started getting paperwork ready to declare Merlin’s birthday a national holiday. He even wanted to start talks with neighboring kingdoms to make it a holiday throughout the 5 kingdoms. Merlin’s Day. Gwen put a stop to it when Arthur started talking about building statues.
  • Merlin made up a reason that he couldn’t use magic to open jars because he knows Arthur feels useful and ‘manly’ when he opens them for Merlin. This worked until Merlin was really busy one day and just wante some damn jam on his bread and he thought Arthur wasn’t around so one flash of his eyes and the jar lid popped open. Little did he know Arthur had purposefully tightened the lid so he could pop out of nowhere and be Merlin’s jam hero and use the opportunity to flex because he is like 100% sure his arms got bigger and he is also 100% a show off for Merlin. Needless to say he did not take kindly to the deceit. Merlin had to cancel his tavern plans with Gwaine that night as it took so long to convince Arthur out of his sulk. Don’t worry. Arthur got to flex in various other positions. Some of them even involved jam.
  • Merlin has an Arthur Radar. It is not what you think. He just gets very suspicious around the same time Arthur gets ideas to go do dumb and dangerous things in the name of honor and general arthur-clotpolness. 
  • Arthur low key really likes picking Merlin up. Merlin indulges this because it usually ends with Arthur throwing him over his shoulder and Merlin gets to pinch his royal prat’s bottom.
  • Gwaine is not invited to Merlin’s training sessions anymore because the last time Merlin got annoyed with Arthur consistently beating him with a sword so he used his magic (which was not allowed as the whole point of this was to teach merlin to use a sword well, even though he can just use magic all the time, but melrin just went with it because a training arthur is usually a happy one and also is a lovely sight to see) and when Arthur was sent flying, face first, into mud, Gwaine laughed and patted Merlin on the back. Merlin managed to convince Arthur not to charge one of his best knights with treason, but just barely. Arthur is looking into getting ‘laughing at the king falling in mud’ be put into law as high treason.
  • Merlin takes all the damn covers.
  • Arthur and Merlin are really pda heavy when drunk together. Like Gwen had to separate them before they started dry humping on the damn throne during one Yule celebration. Arthur made it very clear the next day that anyone who brings that up will end up in the stocks. Gwaine has been in the stocks like 7 times. Percival got in it once because he was overheard telling Gwaine not to mention it, but ended up mentioning it just as Arthur walked in to start training for the morning. Arthur doesn’t even bother ordering Merlin to the stocks for it because he’d never get out of them otherwise, and he prefers him in their bed instead of the stocks. Gwaine calls this favoritism. Merlin calls it compensation for having to deal with Arthur’s snoring.
  • Arthur talks in his sleep and one time Merlin got him to admit it was him who ate the pastries Merlin’s mother baked a few days ago before she went back to Ealdor. Arthur admitted to nothing in the morning.
  • Merlin uses Arthur as a blanket of sorts sometimes when on hunts/camping. Arthur thinks its Merlin wanting cuddles and some kisses but really its just he is really fucking cold and its much more pleasurable to have an Arthur blanket than use a simple spell.