i'm sorry if this isn't how you wanted it to be. i tried. i really did

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry,,,but STOP. YURI ON ICE DOESN'T DESERVE ALL ITS AWARDS ITS A SHITTY SHOW FOR FANGIRLS TO NOSBLEED ABOUT HOT YAOIZ!!!!1! literally the only reason it won b/c of all of its fujoshis and ur just one of them,,,

I don’t know about you, buddy, but unless you know, this anime was basically given a low-ass budget, had to go through hell to get greenlit, and then got popular.
Part of the reason is the healthy, beautiful, and consensual same-sex relationship (which, by the way, is not yaoi), and other reasons include the beautifully orchestrated OST, the non-stereotyped representation of POC, how the show humanizes every character in the end of just 12 episodes, the gender-fluidity of the characters. and how mental health is treated with actual respect. 
If you’re one of those fans who are yelling about how it won ‘best animation’, here’s some insight on how hard it was to animate (part of the reason why so many companies turned the idea down). 

22 skating programs. That’s already thousands and thousands of frames.  Given the lack of downtime in between competitions (episode 6 on must have been hell), the animators had to constantly be drawing these programs. Combine that with Yuri on Ice’s low budget and lack of time- of course it’s going to look a bit distorted. Yet it still managed to make the skating scenes presentable, and and even enjoyable, to the point where many ice skaters are able to recreate the choreography. Honestly, as someone who’s tried to animate,I can say that the animators really deserve some respect.
Should they have won? Maybe not. Did they? Yes. Should you go yell at a fan because of it? No and honey, you need to chill

You make it sound as if it’s only young females that watch this show. Like, it’s not as if a multitude of professional ice skaters such as Johnny Weir, Evgenia Mendvedva, Denis Ten, Michael Martinez, Stephane Lambiel, Deniss Vasiljevs, and Evgeni Plushenko and so many others have tweeted about it, some even spamming their followers about this anime. South Park referenced Yuri on Ice. The amount of men in places such as Indonesia and Malaysia, with a bit of a warped vision about homosexuality, stating that the show had opened their eyes and made same sex love look not so taboo.
So, just fangirls now?

Maybe, the reason why Yuri on Ice won was because of its way of drawing non-anime fans into appreciating anime because of its realism. Because it had an OST that was more than memorable. Because the POC were represented so well (especially with characters like Phichit, Otabek, Leo, etc.) and were normalized, instead of treated like stereotypes. Because it humanized every single character, like JJ, Chris, and especially Yurio. Because it allowed characters to explore their gender-fluidity (Viktor’s past, and Yuuri performing Eros). Because it didn’t shy away from mental health, with Yuuri and JJ’s panic attacks, and how the people around them did nothing but give their full love and support. Because it refused to ever make anyone look like a complete enemy, every skater had their own dreams, goals and hardships. Because when we’re presented with Yuuri and Viktor’s romance, we don’t just see them as two boys who want to get into each others’ pants. We see them as two people, people who developed a relationship through consent and talking their feelings with one another, and in turn, are now on their way to being married. Because two women had a dream, and even with a low budget, high expectations and a smaller studio, made it happen and people all over the world are more than ready to share it. 

Yuri on Ice’s Bluray and DVDs already sold 50,878 copies in the first week, and 0.5% of animes actually reach that kind of result. The OST is the third best selling CD and first best selling in digital sales in its first week. We’ve already topped more bestselling anime soundtracks than Viktor Nikiforov has records. 

For an anime ‘directed at fujoshis’

Originally posted by gameraboy

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Hungover Jensen, post Jib

Jensen opens his eyes and immediately closes them again. His head is pounding, it’s too bright in the hotel room, his entire body aches.

After a couple minutes of stretching and groaning and adjusting his eyes to the sunlight, he fumbles for his phone on the nightstand and ends up with a piece of notebook paper in his hand instead. In terrible handwriting, there are a few random words on the paper like “breakfast,” “crepe options,” and “hamburger meat with onions.” He bunches the paper up and tosses it aside before grabbing his phone and lying back down against the bed.

For some reason his email app is open, and a drafted email is waiting to be sent. It’s addressed to Jim Michaels, with the subject line “Get fuckd.”

In the body of the email is written, “I think I want to quit the show and open a food truck. I have a lot of great ideas for a food truck, and I’m writing up a menu right—”

Jensen deletes the drafted email and scrambles through his sent messages to make sure he didn’t actually email anyone. Thankfully, he didn’t.

He checks his text messages next and finds that the only person he texted yesterday was his wife. Thank fucking god.

Babe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m wearing the underwear you bought me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The pair I said I’d never wear in a million years!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m wearing it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Babe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jensen’s eyes widen and his face heats up as he stares at his phone, the words blurring together. He tears the covers away from his lap and looks down at himself. The only thing he’s wearing is a pair of peach-colored boxer briefs that are too big on him.

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Danganronpa Non-Despair Au Shipping Headcanons

This is kinda just my musings on how certain couples would have gotten together and other headcanons about them in a non-despair au. I’m going to cover Ishimondo, Naegami, Komahina and Soudam. I’m keeping this PG-13 but I might do another later that’s has my 18+ headcanons.

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On Keith and leaving Allura behind

One thing I’ve always wanted to clear up is the ‘Keith is cold-hearted’ thing. I can see how the scene of him being ready to leave Allura behind might come across as such, to quote Hunk: “Keith, that’s cold-hearted even for you.” 

But that is not how things actually are. Let me explain why he acted the way he did back then, because Keith has had just as many emotions about it as everyone else. 

Keith is rational, observant and tends to state stuff exactly as it is, with all facts lied out to make sure that everyone gets the whole picture. (see: how he explained his board in s1e1, how he argues with Lance at the beginning of s1e3 etc.) He has been known to accept critique pretty well - he actively tries to work on his temper (“patience yields focus”) and accepted that Lance’s plan was better than his in s1e7. In turn, however, he expects people to treat him the same way. If there isn’t any evidence to contradict it, he takes things people tell him at face value and accepts them as facts. It is one of the reasons him and Lance clash often, Keith can be found constantly correcting Lance’s statements and Lance doesn’t appreciate that. 

This is coupled with his rational personality. I have no doubt that part of that comes from having been forced to grow up without a family and people to comfort him when he was feeling lost, he has had to deal with reality screwing him over quite a lot of times already. He is extremely cautious and protective of his friends when a possible threat appears (see: how he placed himself in front of the team when Klaizap appeared in s1e2), probably exactly because he knows that when they are gone, they are gone. That happened to his dad, that happened to Shiro. 

And now he thinks the same thing has happened to Allura.

It is not that he doesn’t want to help her - because he does. He really does, he even said so himself. (And he wasn’t lying. We all know that Keith is an absolutely horrible liar.) In his mind, there were four facts battling with one another: 1) I want to save my friend; 2) “the ship that is headed to Zarkon’s central command?” “the place that’s way too dangerous for us to attack?” (a direct quote from an exchange between Hunk and Keith from s1e10. Keith had accepted that information a fact); 3) we are fighting against an enemy we know next to nothing about; and 4) I am responsible for the entire universe and I can only protect it with Voltron, for which Allura technically isn’t essential. 

So he stands there and goes through all the facts. And he comes to the - absolutely logical - conclusion that it is too dangerous to go to Zarkon’s headquarters. He could lose even more friends. He could lose the universe’s only hope. So he does what he always does: suppress his emotions for the greater good. He did that there, he did it when he decided to give up the blade in s2e8.

But then the others turn against him. We can’t see his face when they begin to vehemently protest against his statement-

-but I have no doubt that it would be serious and reflective. The backlash would have made him reconsider the conclusion he had come to. Because that’s what he does when he faces critique: take a step back and reevaluate. Obviously, fact 2) wasn’t quite right. [Also note how open his body language is, he is more than willing to discuss this.] 

And once the execution of their plan starts, which means an actual chance for getting his friend back, he is right at the front of the group again. 

Keith isn’t cold-hearted. Not at all. Does this look like the face of a cold-hearted person to you?

Because that is the face he made when he came to the conclusion that it would be too dangerous to save Allura. He is not happy about it. He genuinely believed that she was already lost and they were about to condemn the universe for a suicide rescue mission. If there is anything he can do to save his friends, he will do it. Like, seriously - he had never seen Zarkon before that episode. For all he knew, Zarkon could be 5ft tall, wield magic and be immortal. But as soon as he saw a normal-sized Galra in armor, Zarkon suddenly became less of an abstract concept and more of something that he has an actual fighting chance against. Look at how his attitude towards him changed in season 2, at the end of it he volunteered to infiltrate Zarkon’s base on his own!  

(Also. He was the one that asked Allura if she was sure that she wanted to come with them: “I’m sorry, princess, did you say ‘we’?!” in s1e10. He was worried for her. There is no way he didn’t want her back.)

Keith constantly watches out for the greater good. It’s what he told Pidge when she wanted to leave to go look for her family - “everyone in the universe has families!” - and what he did when he gave up finding out about his past in the Trials of Marmora. He pushes his own emotions down because he genuinely believes one person’s life and/or comfort isn’t worth putting the entire universe at risk. And that does not equal being cold-hearted.

tl;dr: Keith has had perfectly valid reasons why he hesitated to go on the rescue mission. He wanted her back just as much as everyone else. He is not a cold-hearted asshole.

What’s a One-Sided Friendship Called?

Request: “Hello! Your writing is so beautiful! I was wondering if you could do a newt x reader to the song "Save Myself” by Ed Sheeran where the reader has always been there for newt, comforting him and one day she’s had enough of him swooning over Leta and Tina?“

Word Count: 2,749

Pairing: None

Requested by Anonymous but also tagging @caseoffics and @red-roses-and-stories


You fiddle with your quill, trying to remember what word you’re thinking of and only half listening to Newt’s swooning.

“She doesn’t fear them. Not one. She asks me about them.”

“That’s nice, Newt.” You mumble, still focused on your essay.

He laughs to himself. “Even after her hair caught fire once.”

“Mmm.” It’s on the tip of your tongue. You close your eyes and try to picture it.

“Are you listening?” Newt asks, hand drifting to tug on your sleeve.

The word disappears. You let out a long sigh, opening your eyes to look at Newt. His hair hangs in his face, messy from a day of field work. Dirt streaks over the freckles on his left cheek, and an inch-long cut runs along his jawline. Still, his eyes are bright and animated, waiting for you to respond.

Looks like you won’t be finishing your essay tonight after all.

You lean back against the couch in your common room. “Of course. You were talking about how Leta’s the best person you’ve ever known and you would do anything for her because no one else could ever compare.”

Newt winces. “Is something wrong?”

“No, Newt. By all means, continue swooning.”

“I’m not swooning.”

“All you do is swoon, Scamander.” You say as you lean your head back to rest your eyes.

“I have other cares.”

“It’s creatures and Leta. I don’t even fit into that mix anymore.” The words are bitter and twist your mouth into a frown as they come out, but they’re true. Newt talks about his creatures or talks about Leta with you. You can’t recall the last time he asked how your day went or what you were working on. Still, he’s your best friend and when you open your eyes to glance at Newt, regret fills you. He’s staring at his hands, voice quiet when he responds.

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realize o2 [namjoon & you]

Summary: After a tiny argument over not wanting to go home until everything is perfect, Namjoon snaps. He pretty much offended you about your fashion style and duty of work. You didn’t let it bother you so much, but just staying in silence had Namjoon taking off and saying it’s over. The two of you didn’t speak, call, or even look at each other for a while.

Little did he know that you had a secret hidden from him.

part one , part three

Originally posted by toomuchjams

part one

After speaking with the nurses when entering inside the hospital, Namjoon was led to your room. Seeing your unconscious condition, Namjoon bit his bottom lip as he tried holding back his tears.

“W-w-what’s wrong with her?” Namjoon asks the nurse.

“Actually, I can ask the doctor who cared for her,” the nurse replies and Namjoon nods his head.

Walking towards the sleeping you, many questions ran inside his head. Why is she in this state? Does she have cancer? Is she going to die? Namjoon shook the thoughts out and tries to not think of the negativity. Instead, he reaches his hand out to touch and hold your pale ones.

“Love…” Namjoon’s voice trembled when he calls out to the unconscious you in front of him.

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anonymous asked:

Thank you to the all that you do. Your writing is amazing. If it isn't too much trouble, may I request a fluffy scenario for Sidon where he and his soon-to-be s/o are spending the day playing with the Zora children and one of them says, "the Prince talks about you a lot." Then the other kids chime in with, "yeah, he really likes you!" and whatnot and basically kinda embarrass him? Or would that go against your character limit for a scenario? If it does then I'm so sorry! (ó﹏ò。)

[A/n: ALL ABOARD THE FLUFF EXPRESS]

“Hey! [Name]’s back!!” A child called out from their group and bound their way over to where you and Sidon stood.

 As soon as you heard their little voices a smile made its way on your face and you turned around with your arms wide open to bring them in a hug. They all ran as fast as they could and dog piled upon you cheering and laughing. Sidon was beaming, feeling proud that the child of Zora’s Domain were enthralled by you. He crossed his arm and covered his laugh with his hand as the children began to bombard you with questions.

 “What took you so long!?” 

“Well, I was travelin-”

 “Did you get a new cloak?? Why did you do that, your green one was better!”

 “H-Hey now, it was old-”

 “[Name], [Name]!! My fin grew another inch! I’ma be taller than you, just watch!”

 “Hahaha, I don’t doubt it. Majority of you will be taller then me before you know it!”

 “Good, ‘cause then we’ll all be big enough to throw you in the river.”

 “WHAT! Don’t be cruel!!”

 Sidon pressed his knuckles to his lips attempting to quell the laugh that threatened to burst. The kids were tugging on your cloak while the other ones in front of you pulled on your pants. Each of them wanting your undivided attention and Sidon was trying to keep himself in check as they all fawned over you. He thought to himself that he was lucky that the children were not around all the time from how much they admired you.  It would have been impossible to get close to you otherwise, but then again, it made his heart sore at the thought if you allowed him the chance to raise children with you. He could already tell you would make a great parent.

 It was then when one of the children noticed that they forget Sidon was there and they rushed over to him pulling on his hand to come join. Sidon could only chuckle at the little one tried their hardest to drag him over, and so he pretended they were incredibly strong. They giggled uncontrollably as they ‘dragged’ Sidon while you were on the ground again with a few children smothering you.

 In a feign feeble attempt for help, you raised your hand as if you had fought a mighty battle. “Sidon…I don’t think…I can make it. Tell the children….that I.. that I ate all their shrimps.” Loud gasps from all the kids could be heard, “Also…it was delicious… Blehhh.” You went limp and stuck your tongue out.

 All the kid began yelling and tugging on your clothing. “Noooo! You’re lying, you really didn’t eat them all, did you??”

 Sidon made his way over and pulled you into his lap, he held his trademark pose over your ‘dead’ body. “Do not worry, my dear, [Name]. I will make sure your message to the children will not go undelivered.” He looked at them all and tried his best remain serious, “Listen my fellow comrades!”

 They all took the poses of soldiers, and some looked like they were going to cry. Others faces remain intensively stern. “Aye, sir!”

 “We must honor our fallen comrade in arms!” He looked between them all before his smile became devious. “By tickling them!”

 Your eyes shot open and before you could get up a horde of Zora children dog piled you again, but this time their tiny fingers jabbing and tickling. You cried out and laughed while trying to push them away. You shook your fist at Sidon, “You betrayed me! I thought you loved me!” You jokingly jest, but the children all paused.

 “Sidon does love you!” One them called out and Sidon’s eyes bugged out.

 “Yeah! He went on and on how..uh…what was the word he used?”

 “He said infatuated.”

 “You dolt, that means you farted.”

 “Nuh-uh!”

 “[Name], are you gonna marry Sidon?”

 You were confused and trying to get your bearings as all children spoke at once. You glanced over and saw Sidon hiding his face. He looked completely flustered and you bit your lip to try to suppress the smug smile from surfacing.

 You made your way over to Sidon and he looked up at you before you pretended to faint. His reaction was quick and thorough, easily swooping you in a dip. He looked even more flustered at your cheeky grin, “Infatuated, huh? I think I can say the same.”

 The children’s reactions were a mixture of whooping and gagging. It took him a moment to register before a blush bloomed on his face not at all sure what to feel embarrassed at; the children or the fact he got called out.

Full transcript of Adam Lanza's 2011 radio appearance
  • BEGIN TRANSCRIPT:
  • (music fades out)
  • Host: Hello! We got the collapsible headphones here, but uh... we're back.
  • Co-Host: (inaudible) we got Greg on the phone.
  • Host: Oh! Greg. Okay. How's it going?
  • Lanza: Hi, good. Um, I'm a fan of your writing.
  • Host: Thank you.
  • Lanza: I'm sorry to bring up such an old news story, but I couldn't find anything that you said about the topic, and it seems relevant to your interests, so I thought I would bring up Travis the Chimp. Do you remember him?
  • Host: I don't.
  • Lanza: Well, um, he was a highly domesticated chimpanzee, who lived in a suburban home in Stamford, Connecticut.
  • Co-Host: Oh, yeah.
  • Host: Oh.
  • Lanza: And he was raised just like a human child, starting from the week he was born. By the time that he was fourteen years old, which would be somewhere around age twenty in human years, um...
  • Host: Uh-huh.
  • Lanza: ...he slept in a bed, he took his own baths, he dressed himself, he brushed his teeth with an electric toothbrush...
  • Host: (laughs) Really? When was this?
  • Lanza: Um... well.. (chuckles) this happened in early two-thousand-and-nine.
  • Co-host and Host: Oh!
  • Lanza: He ate his meals at a table, and he enjoyed human foods like ice cream, and used a remote control to watch television, and liked baseball games... and he even used a computer to look at pictures on the internet.
  • Host: Huh.
  • Lanza: And... (chuckles) it goes without saying that Travis was very overweight; he was two hundred pounds when he should have been around the low hundreds. And he was actually taking Xanax.
  • Co-Host: (laughing)
  • Host: Amazing.
  • Lanza: I couldn't find any information about why he was taking it, but it just seems to say a lot that he was given it at all. And, basically, I think Travis wasn't any different than a mentally handicapped human child.
  • Host: Hmm.
  • Lanza: But, anyway, one day in February 2009, he was acting very agitated, and at some point grabbed the car - his owner's - car keys, and went outside and started leaping from car to car, apparently wanting to go for a car ride. And he was acting very aggressively, so, his owner called her over to get her to help calm him down and get him to go back inside, and once she arrived, he immediately attacked her, and his owner tried to stop him, but couldn't, and she even resorted to stabbing him with a knife, but nothing worked.
  • And she said that after she stabbed him, he looked at her as if to say "Why'd you do that to me, Mom?" Because apparently that was what their relationship was like; no different than between a human mother and child.
  • So, after stabbing, she called the police, who arrived twelve minutes after the attack, at which point her friend was... pretty close to dead. And once the cruiser came up, Travis went over to it, tried to open the locked passenger door. He smashed off the side mirror, went over to the driver's door, opened it, and the cop shot him. He fled back into the house, where he went to his playroom and bled to death.
  • Host: Hmm.
  • Lanza: And... (chuckles) um, it might not seem very relevant, but I'm bringing it up because afterward, everyone was condemning his owner for, saying how irresponsible she was for raising a chimp like it was a child, and that she should have that something like this would happen, because chimps aren't supposed to be living in civilization, they're supposed to be living in the wild, among each other. But, their criticism stops there-
  • Host: Mmm-hmm.
  • Lanza: -and the implication is that there's no way that anything could have gone wrong in this life if he were living in this civilization as a human, rather than a chimp.
  • Host: Ah, indeed.
  • Lanza: Because, uh, he brings up questions about this whole process of child-raising.
  • Host: Yeah.
  • Lanza: Civilization isn't something which just happens to gently exist without us having to do anything, because every newborn child - human child - is born in a chimp-like state, and civilization is only sustained by conditioning them for years on end, so that they'll accept it for what it is, and since we've gone through this conditioning, we can observe a human family raising a human child - and I'm sure that even you have trouble intuitively seeing it as something unnatural - but when we see a chimp in that position, we immediately know that there's something profoundly wrong with the situation. And it's easy to say there's something wrong with it simply because it's a chimp, but what's the real difference between us and our closest relatives?
  • Travis wasn't an untamed monster at all. Um, he wasn't just feigning domestication, he was civilized. Um, he was able to integrate into society, he was a chimp actor when he was younger, and his owner drove him around the city frequently in association with her towing business, where he met many different people, and got alone with everyone. If Travis had been some nasty monster all his life, it would have been widely reported. But, to the contrary, it seems like everyone who knew him said how shocked they were that Travis had been so savage, because they knew him as a sweet child, and... there were two isolated incidents early in his life where he acted aggressively, but... summarizing them would take too long, so basically I'll just say that he didn't really any differently than a human child would, and the people who would use that as an indictment against having chimps live as humans do wouldn't apply the same thing to humans, so it's just kind of irrelevant.
  • Host: Uh-huh.
  • Lanza: Bu anyway, look what civilization did to him; it had the same exact effect on him as it has on humans. He was profoundly sick in every sense of the term, and he had to resort to these surrogate activities like watching baseball, and looking at pictures on a computer screen, and taking Xanax. He was a complete mess.
  • Host: Mmm-hmm.
  • Lanza: And his attack wasn't simply because he was a senselessly violent, impulsive chimp. Uhm, which was how his behavior was universally portrayed. Um, immediately before the attack, he had desperately been wanting his owner to drive him somewhere, and the best reason I can think of for why he would want that, looking at his entire life, would be that... some little things he experienced was the last straw, and he was overwhelmed at the life that he had, and he wanted to get out of it by changing his environment, and the best way that he knew how to deal with that was getting his owner to drive him somewhere else.
  • Host: Yeah.
  • Lanza: And when his owner's... owner's friend, arrived, he knew that she was trying to coax him back into his place of domestication, and he couldn't handle that, so he attacked her, and anyone else who approached them. And dismissing his attack as simply being the senseless violence and impulsiveness of a chimp, instead of a human, is wishful thinking at best.
  • Host: Mmm-hmm.
  • Lanza: His attack can be seen entirely parallel to the attacks and random acts of violence that you bring up on your show every week, committed by humans, which the mainstream also has no explanation for-and-
  • Host: No.
  • Lanza: -and, actual humans... I just- just don't think it would be such a stretch to say that he very well could have been a teenage mall shooter or something like that.
  • Host: Yeah. Yeah.
  • Lanza: And-
  • Host: Wow. Thank you, Greg.
  • Lanza: Yeah.
  • Host: That's quite a story. That's, uh, really apropos, isn't it? Travis the chimp.
  • Lanza: It's just that I'm a little surprised that I haven't heard you bring it up all because... (laughs) maybe I'm just seeing connections where there aren't any, but-
  • Host: Not at, I uh, think not. No, I just... I didn't catch that one. I didn't uh... maybe I was out of the country or something, I don't know, but I missed that it. Thanks very much, man.
  • Lanza: Thank you. Bye.
  • Host: Take care.
  • (Lanza hangs up)
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soulmate au where if you draw on your skin, the other can see

for @matchaball//@mmmatchaball because she loves soulmate AUs so much. 


It starts when she’s six years old and she’s playing dolls up in her room. The word hello scribes itself on her arm, the letters are messy and childish just as if she’s written them herself.  But Marinette knows she doesn’t have a marker in her hand for she is literally holding her doll. The green letters impishly tease her as her heart beats. For a moment, she closes her eyes, screws them so tight she can see little spots dance on the backs of her eyelids. 

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BTS Reaction: Their S/O has to go to a specialist doctor because she's been in pain and she's scared about it.
  • No computer = no gifs I'm sorrryy. I hope you still like it and I wish the anon who requested this the best! Enjoyy💜💜
  • ———————
  • Kim Seokjin/Jin:
  • At first he'd think you're just tired and having a random pain, nothing special. It changed when you told you him you'd been in pain for quite some time now and needed to go to a doctor.
  • Jin: Why didn't you tell me? I could've taken care of you.
  • You: I didn't want to worry you, you're busy-
  • Jin: and you think you're health isn't important?
  • Jin: Let me take care of you when you need it. I love you, what kind of a boyfriend would I be if I didn't take care of you?
  • Jin: Let's set up an appointment with the doctor and see what's going on. Whatever happens I'll always take care of you, princess. –He hugs you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and his chin atop of your head–
  • Suga/Min Yoongi:
  • He noticed you'd been in pain for a bit but decided you'd be okay the next day or something but when he saw it wasn't he asked you if you were okay or if you needed a doctor.
  • You: I'm scared, what if I'm not okay? It's been like this for so long and I'm worried I'll be very sick.
  • Yoongi: You don't know anything right now, Y/n. Calm down. Wait till we hear a doctor alright?
  • You: I can't. It's..
  • Yoongi: Baby, Just breathe. Everything will be okay whether you're sick or not. I'll be there, I'll be there to help you and support you.
  • You: Thank you so much, What would I do without you?
  • Yoongi: Panic. -He smiles a little and wraps one arm around your shoulders-
  • J-Hope/Jung Hoseok:
  • He'd be extremely, overly worried about your health. He'd cut off any doubt you had about being okay because he couldn't handle the fact of you may be extremely sick.
  • You: Hoseok, please listen. We have to consider what could be wrong with me.
  • Hobi: No, I refuse. I refuse to listen.
  • You: You're so childish.
  • Hobi: I am. I will be. I want to hear it from the doctor if you're well or not, okay? Understand that I can't handle knowing that you might seriously be unhealthy when I want to believe that you'll be just fine. Just fine.
  • You: Hobi.. I'm so sorry.
  • Hobi: I'm sorry too. Let's not talk about this. Let's watch Disney, sound fine kitten?
  • Hobi: Maybe it'll make you relax and forget some of this for a little.
  • Hobi: I hope you know I want the best for you. I love you and you'll be okay. You'll be fine, it'll just be something small. Believe that.
  • Rap Monster/Kim Namjoon:
  • You guys told eachother everything. There was hardly any secrets between you guys. So you told him what was going on and he listened carefully.
  • RM: First thing I want you to know is don't be scared. We don't know anything about what's happening and we can't just make assumptions.
  • You: But there's so many what ifs..
  • RM: Stop, those are the reason you get scared. They are just what ifs.
  • You: There could be something actually wrong with me.
  • RM: You don't know that nor do I. First let's get this checked out. You might just be in pain and need medicine simple as that. You might be extremely sick and need more care but you'll get better and we'll work together.
  • You: and if I'm not able to get better?
  • RM: Stop it, Y/n. We. Don't. Know. Yet. And I hope that's not the case. Let's look at this situation neutrally. Alright?
  • You: Alright?
  • RM: Don't be too scared. I'll be there with you, honey.
  • Park Jimin:
  • Once he knows he'd be making sure to talk to you, to ask you how you are and wait till your doctors appointment.
  • You: Do you think there's something wrong with me?
  • Jimin: No
  • You: Are you sure?
  • Jimin: Yes
  • You: I could be-
  • Jimin: Y/n stop. Please just be quiet, stop thinking these things. You'll be fine. You have to be fine.
  • You: Are you okay?
  • Jimin: I'm afraid. I don't want you to.. I don't want to lose you like this. I want to do so many things with you and I don't want our time shortened. So please, please stop.
  • You: I'm sorry.
  • Jimin: I know you're scared too. Just express your fear differently. I'll comfort you however I can, gorgeous.
  • V/Kim Taehyung:
  • As he figures out this information he takes care of you every second he can. Super worried but tries not to show it because he wants you to feel safe.
  • You: Taehyung calm down. You don't have to do all this for me.
  • Tae: Aren't you in pain?
  • You: Yes but I feel like you need rest too.
  • Tae: No, I don't. I want to take care of you so let me. Until that appointment comes I'm caring for you.
  • You: What do you think is wrong with me?
  • Tae: I hope there's nothing wrong. I want you to be healthy.
  • You: and if I'm not healthy?
  • Tae: I'll still love and care for you, beautiful. But I believe you'll be fine. You will be okay, nothing will be wrong, and we'll be happy as always.
  • You: Come cuddle with me.
  • Tae: -He gladly agrees and you guys stay in a blanket cuddling and him caring for you hoping you'll be alright-
  • Jeon Jungkook:
  • He'd listen seriously to your explanation, that you have been in pain for awhile now and need a doctors appointment. You even told him how you were scared of what was going to happen.
  • JK: We really don't know anything until we go to that appointment. Let's not worry too much until we have information.
  • You: Are you sure?
  • JK: Yes, I'll care for you until then. You'll be just fine Y/n. I'll kiss it better.
  • You: You're so cheesy.
  • JK: Did I make you smile though? You'll have the golden maknae power to heal you and give you luck.
  • You: You're so cute.
  • JK: I'm not you are. You're an adorable Y/n who will be okay. You will be safe and healthy with me, alright doll?

ghost-wanderings  asked:

I'm sorry if this seems like a personal question, but how did you convince or assure your family that art making was the career path for you? I'm currently trying to get back into art after taking a break but my family isn't happy that I want to return to it. Their main argument is that I won't have benefits like someone would working full time at a company & because of the unstable income. Even though I understand where they're coming from, but it still undermines what I want to do.

*whispers* thru a lot of emotional turmoil and anxiety _(:3」∠)_ I was told drawing should only be a hobby and not a career because my family believed you can’t make a good living in art, so I tried to back-burner it and did what i could studying sciences–it didn’t work out well; I had a lot of anxiety and went through some rough emotional patches in university. My mom and grandparents became a lot more supportive after they saw that i had a lot more interest in art than any of my uni courses (and also that i really wasn’t happy going down the science route). My dad’s disappointment lingered a bit longer, but now he’s fully come to accept that he can’t change what I’ve set my heart to, and my family’s really supportive now. In some ways, they’re right: In Vancouver, it’s a saturated industry–it is competitive, you are not guaranteed a position, and if you are, the company may only give you a temporary contract, and freelancing is definitely not a stable source of income. Your family’s concern is in the right place.

However, if this is something you truly want to pursue, you need to start beefing a portfolio, and investing in classes (online or in class) and tutorials to hone your skill and expand your skillset (this is important–nowadays, companies are more likely to hire someone who can do more than just one thing–i.e. being able to draw both characters and backgrounds, to illustrate and code, or illustrate and model in 3D etc etc). Talk to people in the industry (either by attending work conventions or with peers in that industry), you need that feedback and information to get to a destination that’s, for a lack of a better word, hazy and increasingly competitive.

Creating a portfolio takes time and commitment; art will frustrate you, but you will get better, your portfolio will get better. If you choose to freelance, you have to be aware of the risk. You need to understand that you will need to save more money when freelancing because your next paycheque is not always guaranteed. You need to be able to put yourself out there if you’re freelancing. Unless you hire an agent, you’ll need to push your art and yourself as an artist out there whenever you can. Making connections with people in the industry is your best bet–while your art can certainly speak for itself, it’s equally vital to reach out and talk to people.

if you are fortunate enough to land a job within a company, that’s great! you’ll have less freedom when it comes to the work you do and have less control over your own work hours, but your benefits are more guaranteed, and you’re still getting to do art! either way, your portfolio is the most vital thing. While you work on a portfolio, take a job that will help you make enough in order to achieve your art career in the future. Your happiness and how you feel you will succeed is important, and your family will come to realise that. Ask them + friends for help when you need it; starting your path to a career you want shouldn’t be a one-man journey. 

anonymous asked:

I love these tickle fight one shots so much but I'm not ticklish! Can there be one, any character, where the reader isn't ticklish???

Make You Laugh

Originally posted by pharahsamari

Lúcio  X Reader

Author’s Note: I’m a little on the fence about this piece but I hope you don’t mind I chose Lucio for it. I felt he fit it best. poor bby tryin his best Also, I should have a Reaper story out by tomorrow night along with a Zen one after! Keep sending your request here! ^^

You laughed at the oddest things, Lúcio noted.

He understood everyone was different. It perplexed him enough to be curious but he would never judge you on your eccentric sense of humor. “Too each their own,” as Ana had put it after you laughed yourself into tears at one of Soldier’s dry jokes. Hell, you even understood Torbjörn’s nonsensical ramblings and phrases enough to chuckle whenever he shouted them in the heat of a fight.

He just couldn’t figure it out.

It was now that the DJ skated down the halls, gliding across the floor in thought about you. He always liked how kind and charming you were, even if your quirks were a bit odd. In all honesty, it was something that drew him to you.

It had taken him a some time, as well as D.Va’s relentless teasing, when he realized he had any feelings for you. You were a generally easy going person to hang out with. Always helped him out in battle, came to him first for healing, and when you confessed you were a fan of his music. Oh boy, his heart soared higher than any music note he could produce.

He frowned, though. Your interactions together had been short and sweet. You complemented him for having your back and he’d try his best to get a smile or a chuckle from you with banter. The smile had been easy, very short lived, but easy.

Now, getting you to laugh. That was a different story.

He had tried a multitude of things. From jokes to puns to witty retorts. Even going as far as asking as McCree and Genji for advice on the matter. Both men, however, smiled apologetically at the DJ stating they too have yet to figure out your sense of humor.

He thought long and hard about what he could do. If he couldn’t tickle your funny bone with his comedic charm he’d have to take a different approach. When he came to inevitable conclusion, it hit him like it wasn’t as obvious as it was. Rubbing his hands, he laughed to himself.

Oh, this is going to be great!

This was his last idea at getting you to even snort. It had to work.

It was a technique he learned from babysitting over his younger cousins back home. It was something that always made their pouts fade and threw them into uncontrollable fits of laughter. He was hopeful it had the same effect on you.

Stealthy, Lúcio roamed the halls. Opting to leave his skates behind, choosing light running shoes for this careful endeavor. It takes him close to an hour before he finally finds you obliviously humming a tune on your way to the gym. Carefully, he makes his way towards you. When he’s close enough to touch you, he springs his attack while yelling his battle cry.

“Tickle Fight!” Lúcio announces as he began to wiggle his fingers about your sides and neck. The sudden contact catching you off guard as you freeze in place. You give him a while hoping he’ll noticed as he tries, and you note he is trying, to tickle you.

“Lúcio,” You call out to him as he continues awkwardly poking and prodding at your sides and under arms for any reaction. Although, in any other case, you’d be a delighted to have him give you such attention the prolonged action is getting weird. After a good minute or so you’re a bit uncomfortable.

His laughing dies down when he noticed you’re not ‘fighting’ back. Looking at you questioningly. Why aren’t you a laughing mess? Your face is pulled into a remorseful expression as you place a hand on his shoulder.

“Lúcio, I’m not ticklish.” The immediate frown on his face practically breaks your heart.

“Oh.” An embarrassed blush dusts his face. “I…ah.” You watched as he took his hands off you. One going to run through his dreadlocks awkwardly, the other placed at his hip. “I, um, I’m sorry.”

“No, no its fine.” You assure him, gently squeezing his shoulder. “Now, what’s all this about. All this…” You make a vague gesture with your free hand. “Joking around, I guess?”

He sighs, thinking over his reply for a while before looking up at your expression. It hurts his heart to see you distressed for his sake. He just wanted to have a good time with you but now he’s gone and done the exact opposite.

“Lúcio?”

“I was kinda hoping to make you laugh.” He confesses. “You always laugh at Soldier and Torbjörn’s jokes and I thought maybe I’d take a crack at it.” Suddenly, he feels nervous under the spotlight that is your attention. “I mean, I really like you and I thought ‘hey it be great to make them smile’, ya know?”

His words take a moment to sink in. “You did this all for me?” You sound more surprised than you meant to. You never thought he’d like you like you did him.

He smiles sheepishly with a chuckle. “Yeah, but I guess it wasn’t very good at it.”

You heart races and cheeks flush red. “Oh, I’m such an idiot.” Excited laughter bubble past your lips and you place a hand over your mouth. “Lúcio I like you, too.”

“You do?” He asks, moving his hand to rest on yours over his shoulder. A giddy smile building itself on his face. “But you never-”

“I didn’t want to get my hopes up.” You suck in a deep breath to steady yourself although it’s getting kind of difficult. “Plus, I thought I had a weird laugh. You always looked at me seemed to look at me funny.”

He shakes his head. “It was you laugh that was weird, it was how you found Torbjörn’s jokes funny.”

“They are funny though!” You assure him while giggling. He laughs giving you one of those million-watts smiles while pulling you into a hug.

“If you say so.” Lúcio’s voice is muffled as he goes to snuggle his face against your neck. You hook your arms over his waist to holding him close while the warmth of his skin feels practically melts you. “I’m so happy right now, like you don’t even know it.”

You pull away, moving to give him kiss on the tip of his nose. “Guess I should call you my tickle monster now, huh?” He laughs, soaking up the affection. Slowly, you run your fingers down his back towards the sides of his abdomen. It amuses you how he watches you so closely. Eyes trained on you like the world doesn’t exist. He commits the smile you’ve bless him with to memory along with the sounds of laughter you’d from earlier.

“Lúcio…” You whisper leaning in closer, the tip of your nose touching his.

“Hmm…?”

He closes his eyes, waiting in anticipation for the kiss to come. He looks so excited for it but your aiming for something else. You’re just a small fraction of a centimeter away before pulling back. “Tickle Fight!”

He’s caught off guard as you throw your hands on him, replicating his early actions. It takes no less than a second before he realizes what is happening. His body contorts dramatically as he tries to inch away from your teasing hands.

“Stop! Stop! It’s not,” He gasps as you’ve found his weak spot. “It’s not fair! I’m super ticklish!” He yelps through his harmonious chuckles. “Hey! Push off!” His eyes are closed shut while he laughs uncontrollably. Lúcio wiggles and squirms and you’re sure he’s about ready to throw himself on the floor for the sake of making it stop. Though, he doesn’t. Rather, he chooses to lean into you as you laugh with him. Both laughter’s combining to make a melody he hopes to hear more often.

anonymous asked:

stories i wish you would write - sam has died and is in heaven, gabe isn't there because the dufus thinks sam would be with jess, cue someone (Cas?) finding gabe and telling him what's what, leading to gabe in sam's heaven. `where ever jess's heaven is i'm sure she's happy with the me i was then but i'm different now and i want you gabe`.

I somehow kept missing this in my inbox and I am so sorry but can I just say that WOOOOOW YOU ARE KILLING ME THIS IS EQUAL PARTS BEAUTIFUL AND HEARTWRENCHING DEAR GOD H E L P.

Can you imagine the sorrow that overwhelms Gabriel once Sam takes his final breath, watching helplessly as his soul lifts from his body and rises to Heaven, all while knowing he can do nothing but just let it happen? 

Gabriel’s Grace feels physically flayed and in shreds the moment he realizes that he can never be in Sam’s Heaven because Sam loved - loves - Jessica Moore, and Jesus of course Sam would want to be with her in his Heaven. What place did Gabriel have, what right did he possess, to intrude on Sam’s happiness? Even if it didn’t include him?

Gabriel slowly fades away, broken, eyes blood-shot and wet, before Sam could fully settle into his Heaven. He doesn’t want to watch that. Sam was in Heaven. Sam was home, and he was going to be with Jessica soon. He loves Sam, but he has no desire to see Sam love someone else.

Sam and Dean share a Heaven, but maintain their own slice within. Kind of like roommates sharing a humongous house. Dean’s Heaven had Castiel, the seraph refusing to leave Dean even in death. 

Sam is happy for them. He is. But even with this, laughing and conversing with Dean and Castiel over a beer, exchanging witty banter with Bobby as the older hunter taught him how to fix up his truck, his parents checking in every so often, throwing a tennis ball in the lake for Bones to chase… 

Something is missing. Someone is missing.

Gabriel is missing.

Sam tries not to let it bother him, because Gabriel had made it clear on Earth that returning to Heaven was something the archangel would not do. Sam tries not to hurt over the fact that not even he was enough reason for Gabriel to return, not even to pay Sam a visit. Sam tries not to think that maybe he wasn’t as important to Gabriel as Gabriel was to him, that Gabriel didn’t love him as much…

Hiding your feelings is harder to do in Heaven than it was on Earth; everyone could see your soul, see how it lit up with happiness, see how it darkened with sadness. Hiding your feelings from an angel was impossible. Castiel sees the dark thoughts roaming in Sam’s mind, sees how his Heaven was not complete.

He lets Dean know where he’s doing before he takes off in search of Gabriel. He knows better than to assume that Gabriel would be in Heaven, so he searches the Earth. It takes a surprisingly short time; Castiel finds Gabriel kneeling before Sam’s gravestone, his head bowed and his eyes closed.

It takes a while, but Castiel finally manages to get through to Gabriel. The archangel steels himself and finally, finally flies back into Heaven. He’s greeted with so many voices, so many angels rejoicing and shocked over his presence in Heaven, but the only one that matters is that choked, cracked voice of Sam’s that rushes out in a disbelieving breath before Sam crashed into him, his arms tight and warm around Gabriel. 

And all Gabriel can do is hug him back and try to talk through his tears, saying over and over again just how sorry he is, but he couldn’t bear seeing Sam in Heaven with Jessica and fuck he was so selfish and wants Sam all to himself, but Sam deserves to have his Heaven and if Gabriel isn’t a part of that then - 

This is when Sam cuts in with a mumbled ‘moron’ against Gabriel’s lips, and he smiles into the gentle kiss he’s giving Gabriel, mouthing the rest of the words that say that wherever Jessica is in Heaven, she is with the Sam from her memories. The Sam Winchester that Jessica remembers isn’t who he is now. 

Right now, Sam kisses Gabriel harder, murmuring how he wants and needs and loves Gabriel, and he knows now that he wants Gabriel for the eternity he spends in Heaven. 

Gabriel had long since disassociated the terms ‘Heaven’ and ‘home.’ But here, kissing Sam, he’s never felt them more connected.

What do you wish I would write?

anonymous asked:

Hey I'm new to this and I don't really know how it works so um... ‘a man who can’t die is no tragic hero.’ centered around Vylad? Maybe?

‘a man who can’t die is no tragic hero.’ 

title: tea and cake

summary: A conversation over some tea during a stormy afternoon. Vylad-centric. MCD pre-season 3.

a/n: So, this is so… loosely based off the prompt, I’m so sorry??? It was supposed to be something deeper and Vylad-centric but I ended up writing him having a conversation with Isabel and threw in a bit of Vylance because I’m a sucker for that pairing? I hope you like it—I thought it was rather cute, even if it’s so… loosely based off such a good prompt jfc. I might take another shot at it on another date.

warning(s): fluff, tea, Isabel being a sweetie

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Rainfall doesn’t bring melancholy feelings it once did.

As denizens scurried, seeking shelter in the nearby establishments or rushing home, he stood there in the street. His cloak, soaked. His hair, flatten against his forehead. The comforting rumble of distant storm this intense rain was bring only made him want to shut his eyes, listening as his breathed out even breaths and lulled into a fond memory which rain only brought now.

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distinguishedillusions  asked:

WHY CAN I COME UP WITH IDEAS BUT HAVE NO POINTS. lol anyway, prompt; Lance is actually really self conscious about his weight, he's always been a lanky guy so when he gains weight it's so foreign and weird. And food goo isn't the same as earth food- he gets bloated/gains weight quicker from it? And it's so weird to Lance he gets self conscious and one of/all of the paladins start to notice.

(I’m so sorry this took so long!!!)Once again you hit close to home. I had a lot of problems when it came to my weight self image. I hope you like what I got so far.

-Lance was always the smallest kid back in elementary school. He didn’t really mind that he was the smallest or that he was skinnier than the others.

-so when he got to middle school and everyone was growing taller and gaining weight, he was a bit worried because he wasn’t.

-he was stuck in the 70-80 range with his weight for years until he got to high school

-he was a late bloomer, so when he finally broke past his weight range and finally hit 90 pounds he was so happy, because now he’ll finally be able to grow like everyone else.

-he shot up like Jack’s magic beans and suddenly he was one of the tallest kids around.

-because he never gained weight like everyone else, he made some pretty bad eating habits, so when he finally started gaining weight normally, he gained more weight pretty fast.

-when he was going up into the hundreds he started to have a bad view of his body weight because he wasn’t skinny anymore, his body was changing and he didn’t know how to maintain his figure that well.

-he tries to stop eating for awhile, hoping that it will help him lose some weight.

-Hunk stopped him as soon as he started. They had a long talk about weight and how Lance’s body was perfectly fine. That he didn’t need to worry about his figure. Lance was still worried about it, so Hunk helped him find some more healthier ways to put the weight to good use.

-Lance started working out, and would drag Hunk along with him so that way he wouldn’t be going alone. It did help him with his self-image. Now he knows that what ever weight he gains is body mass, not fat. He started to participate in sports since before he was to skinny to join a lot of the teams ( it was to make sure that he wouldn’t lose too much weight from the exercise, it was a health hazard)

-when they got up into space, he and Hunk would still workout together, it was more like a habit in itself and it helped them with their body image( though Hunk is just fine with his, he wants to help Lance.)

-when Shiro goes missing, everyone is booking it double time to find him and Lance and Hunks’ usual workout gets put on hold. While Lance is still trying to help, he starts to wonder how he could even help, and starts to go back to barely eating from all the stress.

The Snape Dialogues: Our New Celebrity
  • Time: Harry's first year, after that first Potions class before dinner
  • Place: Gryffindor common room
  • Students: Harry, Ron and Hermione sit around a square, low table where they are doing their homework - Hermione is studious but Harry is brooding, and Ron is doodling
  • Hermione: You've been studying the flames in the fire forever, Harry. What are you thinking of?
  • Harry: Potions.
  • Ron: *looks up* Snape hates you mate.
  • Hermione: *indignant* He does not, Ron!
  • Ron: Yes he does, Hermione. He was picking on Harry all through class and if looks could... *Harry is standing, stares a bit more in decision* Harry?
  • Harry: I have to go talk to Professor Snape. I'll meet you later at dinner. *before Ron can stop him or Hermione can protest he has gone through the portrait door, and vanished*
  • Place: Down in the dungeons, Professor Snape's Office.
  • Snape: *glances up from his paperwork as there is a knock on his door* Come. *as the door opens he is surprised to see that annoying first year Gryffindor that has plagued his thoughts since the boy's impending arrival* Potter...
  • Harry: I'm sorry to bother you, Professor Snape, but I think we need to talk.
  • Snape: *points to one of two ladder-back wooden chairs in front of his desk - Harry sits then squirms to find a comfortable place* Stop fidgeting, Potter. That chair offers no comfort to my visitors. Now, why have you interrupted me?
  • Harry: *hesitates as he clasps his fingers tautly in his lap* I'm not a bad student, Professor Snape. *the older wizard does not answer other than a raised eyebrow which tells Harry his teacher does not believe him* I know I couldn't answer anything in class but... *lifts his book bag to his lap and starts rummaging around in it then takes out his Potions notebook - he pushes it across the desk* First page, Sir. It's new.... uhm... please look?
  • Snape: *picks up the notebook and flips the cover to reveal the first page - Harry has written upon it with somewhat blotchy letters but a steady hand* That is my speech word for word. Did someone write this down for you, Potter?
  • Harry: *sighs and shakes his head* No, Sir, that's my writing. Your speech was brilliant and I wanted to remember it.
  • Snape: Indeed. *closes the notebook and puts it down upon the surface of his desk* Then perhaps you will enlighten me as to why you had not read the first chapter of today's lesson.
  • Harry: *hesitates and shifts even though nothing can make him feel comfortable - the Potions Master simply waits - finally he speaks in a soft voice* My... wouldn't... read...
  • Snape: *scowls* Potter, speak up or I will send you away for wasting my time.
  • Harry: *nods nervously, then blurts* My Uncle wouldn't let me read any of my textbooks. He locked them in the basement after I came home from Diagon Alley.
  • Snape: That sounds a bit extreme. Were you being punished for some infraction, Potter.
  • Harry: *knows that his teacher is thinking the worst of him* Always, Professor Snape. My relatives don't like me and they like magic even less. Headmaster Dumbledore sent my aunt and uncle a note with my letter telling them I had to go but they still tried to stop that from happening.
  • Snape: *leans forward and puts his elbows upon the surface of his desk - he is intrigued, now* Tell me, Mr. Potter, of the day Hagrid was sent to fetch you to take you to Diagon Alley.
  • Harry: *shifts again, coughs once nervously, and is surprised to find a glass of water hovering in front of him - he takes it and drinks* Thank you, Sir. *a wave of his teacher's hand and the water is Vanished* Well, when the first letter for me showed up by owl my Uncle burned it. It just kind of exploded at that point. By the end of the day there were lots of owls outside the house and letters were exploding through the windows and down the chimney. My uncle grabbed me and my cousin and we got in the car where Uncle Vernon drove us all the way to the ocean and rented us a tiny cabin practically out in the ocean. Aunt Petunia was sure no one would find us and my cousin and I were sent to bed. *he drew in a deep breath and then related how he woke at midnight to celebrate his birthday and then Hagrid arrived, yelled at his aunt and uncle, gave Dudley a pigtail, and took him away to London* Diagon Alley was just brilliant, Sir! *he smiles*
  • Snape: For any first year, be they Muggle-born or wizard-born it is a truly magical sight, Mr. Potter. Now, relate to me what happened when you returned home.
  • Harry: *sighs knowing he would have to reveal things he didn't even want to think about* Uncle Vernon locked me in my cupboard and locked my new trunk and all of my stuff in the basement. Hedwig, my owl, got away and I think she flew to Hogwarts. So, you see I would have read all of my textbooks just like Hermione did but... I couldn't.
  • Snape: You had a few hours before classes began today, Mr. Potter. Why did you not read anything in that time?
  • Harry: *fidgeting once more* I don't want to get my new friend in trouble.
  • Snape: *sits back and unclasps his hands* Then, there is no more to say, Potter...
  • Harry: *grimaces* Fine! All right... I was going to read some of my textbooks and Hermione even suggested I could read with her but Ron took my books and hid them and told me we didn't have to do anything until we got homework. Please don't punish Ron, Sir, he'll stop being my friend.
  • Snape: *peers at the boy* And, that is important to you, is it not? Having your friends. *Harry nods miserably - sure that Ron will never be friends with him again* Technically, your friend is correct in that you really need not do anything before the formal start of term. *leans slightly forward* However, we teachers suggest that you prepare for classes before term starts which is one of the reasons we send your letters a month in advance of the term's start. *Harry is about to interrupt but his teacher holds up his hand* Yes, Mr. Potter, I do understand that your guardians were averse to you even having your Hogwarts things near. And, I should like to understand more about this 'cupboard' of yours.
  • Harry: *looks down at clasped hands* Uhm... you heard me say that out loud, huh?
  • Snape: *smirks* My hearing is quite good, Mr. Potter. The 'cupboard' issue aside for now, allow me to ask you this... if you liked my speech before class, what did you hope Potions would be like before you attended.
  • Harry: *brightens* Well, that's real magic, isn't it? Hermione told me that Potions isn't just stirring a bunch of ingredients together. It's using your own magic to make the potion what it is. I told her it was like the Chemistry I saw on television. It's science. It's discovering how to make neat things to help others. *deflates visibly* It... uhm... sorta doesn't seem that way now.
  • Snape: *rises from his desk* Follow me, Mr. Potter.
  • Harry: *obediently and curiously follows his teacher through an inner door to the Potions classroom - the Potions Master indicates to the Boy-Who-Lived to sit at his work table while he Summons a book from his desk* This is Daimon Grayling's Book of Potions. It contains recipes for a variety of potions I use beyond the textbooks in all of my classes. I should like you to turn to page 94, Mr. Potter.
  • Harry: *takes the book, notes that it is stained and well-worn, and then he turns to the requested page* Hush-A-Bye Elixir. It sounds pretty. What does it do?
  • Snape: It was created by a young Hogwarts student for her NEWTs in 1977 and it is intended to be a gentle sleep aid for colicky babies. I would like for you to brew it, perfectly, without my input. All the ingredients are in the cabinet and the recipe details precisely what you need to do as you are brewing. I have lesson plans to go over so I will be at my desk. Only call upon me if you are in serious need of help. Begin, Mr. Potter.
  • Harry: *watches as the professor leaves his side so he reads the recipe, picks up the book, and gathers the ingredients he will need - soon he is brewing*
  • Time: An Hour later
  • Harry: *a smile fills his face as his potion fades from a muddy blue to a soft - pillowy - blue*
  • Snape: Very good, Mr. Potter.
  • Harry: *his head jerks up - he was not expecting his teacher behind him* I did it, Professor Snape.
  • Snape: *actually smiles - sort of* Indeed, Mr. Potter. You did acceptably well.
  • Harry: *beams and looks at his potion* Thank you, Sir. Uhm... Professor? I know I've never heard of her but who was it that created this potion?
  • Snape: *sighs wistfully* A very talented potions student, Mr. Potter. Her name was Lily Evans. *Harry's jaw drops, and his teacher stretches out a finger to tap the boy's mouth closed* Your mother, Mr. Potter. *he hands the happily shocked student a note and Harry takes it slowly* You have missed dinner. This gives you permission to receive your meal in your common room. Clean up and then you are dismissed, Mr. Potter. *returns to his desk*
  • Harry: *quickly cleans his work table and then bottles the potion then takes it to his teacher* Can anyone use this potion, Professor Snape?
  • Snape: *takes the large bottle* I will put the Hush-A-Bye into single dose ampoules which I will send to Slug & Jiggers in your name. That should provide you with a tidy allowance for whatever you wish to use the gold for.
  • Harry: *beyond over-joyed* Thank you, Sir. Uhm... yeah... really... thank you! *turns and trots to the door of the classroom but then he stops, turns, and turns a serious expression upon his face* You aren't going to change towards me in class and stuff, aren't you, Professor?
  • Snape: *shakes his head slowly* I cannot change, Mr. Potter. However, you are invited to bring questions and concerns to me before dinner. Use a Disillusionment Charm, though, and no one shall ever know.
  • Harry: *nods - and then leaves*
  • Snape: *studies the potion then looks towards the closed door* I will know about your 'cupboard' next time, Mr. Potter.
Graduation Imagine
  • It's been a long senior year and you've finally made it to graduation. You're laying in bed, excited to finally start your life. But then you realize; (TC's name) will no longer be your teacher. You get this intense feeling of dread in your stomach.
  • You: (thinking) fuck. I can't believe it's over. How am I going to get through this? It's the last time I'll see him. School isn't the only thing that's going to be over with... Tomorrow is the last day I'll ever get to see his smile, his eyes, his everything. I'll never hear his voice again.
  • You start to panic and you end up falling asleep because all the stress made you sleepy.
  • You wake up the next morning and you instantly remember TODAY is the last day. You get sick to your stomach but you pulled yourself together.
  • You: (thinking) Well today's the day... I should have prepared myself for this. I knew it was going to happen but time flew by so quick. This can't be happening.
  • You get ready for graduation and you look beautiful as fuck. You and your family drive to the school and on the way there all you can feel is your stomach turning. Wishing time would stop or you could relive the last couple of months. When you and your family arrive at the school, you don't want to get out of the car. You just use the excuse that you don't feel good to stay in the car just a little longer. But then it was time to go in. Time to face your reality.
  • You walk into the school and out of all people who could have been standing 10ft in front of you helping your soon to be former classmates, it's (TC's name). You immediately stop and look at him and his eyes lock with yours. He smiles at you but you can't even smile back because you know what is about to happen.
  • You: (to your parent/sibling) oh my god I'll be right back.
  • You run into the bathroom and lock yourself in.
  • You: (thinking) This can't be happening. How dare he smile at me when he knows it's the last day I will ever see him. Gosh, I fucking hate this. How can he be so calm about this? Why isn't he showing any emotions? Maybe all this time I was wrong. Maybe he doesn't like me at all. Maybe I don't matter to him.
  • You start having a panic attack but you hear a knock on the bathroom door. You pull yourself together and wipe the tears off your face. You open the door and pretend like your fine. It's your best friend.
  • BFF: What the hell? What's wrong? Why have you been crying? Are you okay? Who do I need to kill?
  • You: (slight laugh) Nobody. I'm just emotional that this is the last day of high school. I'm really going to miss this place. It's actually over.
  • BFF: Who cries this much over school? I've known you for years, all you wanted was for school to end. Are you sure there's nothing else going on?
  • You: (thinking) Yeah, I wanted school to be over with. But that was before I fell in love with (TC's name).
  • You: ... Nothing is going on ...
  • BFF: I can tell when you're lying to me so tell me the truth, please. I want to help you.
  • You: You'll think I'm a freak or think it's gross.
  • BFF: C'mon if I thought you were a freak I wouldn't have been your friend for this many years. It can't be that bad. You can trust me.
  • You: Fine... I'm in love with (TC's name) and today is the last day we will ever see each other.
  • BFF: WAIT YOU LIKE (TC'S NAME)??? HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON?
  • You: (however many years or months)... I don't just like him. I love him.
  • BFF: Does he know?
  • You: Of course not. He'd never feel the same way about me so why would I risk everything we have and make everything complicated?
  • BFF: Tell him. What's the worst that can happen now? The worst thing that could possibly happen is that he'll reject you but that's his loss. You're an amazing beautiful woman. If he can't see that then you need to find someone who will see that.
  • You: I can't just tell him... He'll think I'm weird.
  • BFF: Here, lets go. We are going to be late if we don't hurry up. We will think of something.
  • You and your BFF go get your graduation gowns from (TC's name). You and (TC's name) make awkward eye contact and you both smile at each other. You and your BFF start walking to where all the other students are.
  • BFF: He totally likes you. I can tell.
  • You: Please don't get my hopes up like that. I don't want to be let down even more.
  • BFF: I'm sorry...
  • -To save time I'm skipping to the part where you walk across the stage to get your diploma.-
  • You walk up on stage and you're more nervous than you've ever been. You walk up to (TC's name) and he gives you the brightest smile ever.
  • TC: (Your name), congratulations.
  • He hands you your diploma and you two get close together so the photographer can take your picture. The photographer takes the picture when suddenly...
  • TC: (whispering in your ear) I know you like me.
  • You: Oh my god what? (Your face turns really red)
  • TC: Congratulations again!
  • You are in shock. You walk off stage and sit back down in your chair.
  • You: (thinking) What just happened? Did I hear him right? Did he just tell me he KNOWS he likes me? What the fuck?
  • The graduation ceremony ends and you're with all your friends and family in the lobby taking pictures together. (TC's name)comes up to your group.
  • TC: Mind if I have a picture with the new graduate?
  • BFF: SURE!
  • You: (thinking)Oh my gosh, why is all this happening? Why does he want to take a picture with me?
  • You and (TC's name)smile for the picture.
  • TC: can I see the picture?
  • BFF: Yes!
  • TC: (takes your phone and sets a reminder to pop up on your phone for 10pm) Awesome picture!
  • Your TC smiles and walks away. You noticed he was typing while he was supposed to be looking at the picture but you can't find anything. So you forget about it. You and your family go home and have a home celebration. There's gifts, cake and family. You are very tired from the stressful day so you cut the party short and get ready for bed around 9pm. You take a shower and put your night clothes on and you get all comfy in bed. You're laying in bed and you feel your phone buzz. You roll over thinking it was another text from someone congratulating you for graduating. But you were wrong. Your TC put a reminder on your phone to go off at this time. You read it and your heart stops for a good minute.
  • Reminder:
  • I've been waiting a long time to kiss you. Come kiss me.(Address).
  • -(TC's initials)
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The Amazing Spider-Man 2 : Sentence Starters
  • "What happened to your face?"
  • "It's filthy."
  • "I was cleaning the chimney."
  • "I'm coming with you."
  • "We have no chimney."
  • "I've seen the grid specs and I know how to reset the entire system."
  • "_______, you're not coming with me."
  • "Sorry. I love you. Don't hate me."
  • "You need me!"
  • "I do some web designs."
  • "It's been 10 years."
  • "Everyday I wake up knowing that no matter how many lives I protect, no matter how many people call me a hero, someone even more powerful could change everything."
  • "No, I do the laundry."
  • "I think it's time I took care of my own dirty underwear."
  • "No one washes a flag."
  • "Last time you did it, you turned everything blue and red, so no."
  • "All right, laundry sheriff."
  • "Now I'm gonna take back what is rightfully mine."
  • "I will be like a god to them."
  • "A god named Sparkles?"
  • "Did your "traffic jam" have anything to do with, I don't know, being shot at by machine guns?"
  • "You want me to come down there so you can kill me?"
  • "On behalf of the fine people of New York and real rhinos everywhere, I ask you to put your mechanized paws in the air!"
  • "No, (s)he's doing... whatever it is (s)he does."
  • "You wanted to be the hero."
  • "And now you gotta pay the price!"
  • "You wanna know how powerful I am?"
  • "I'm gonna kill the light."
  • "Everyone has a part of themselves they hide. Even from the people they love most."
  • "I like to think _______ gives people hope."
  • "But I love _______ more."
  • "I thought we were already friends."
  • "Then let's go catch a spider."
  • "You're gonna wanna see this."
  • "I had a friend once. It didn't work out."
  • "_______ had you under surveillance."
  • "Isn't that the question of the day?"
  • "There really is no place like home."
  • "Not everyone has a happy ending."
  • "YOU LIED TO ME!"
  • "I'm trying to help you!"
  • "Let ME help you!"
  • "That must be a good feeling."
  • "These look pretty important, _______."
  • "Hey, you're not a nobody."
  • "We have plans for you, _______."
  • "I made a choice; this is my path."
  • "We LITERALLY can change the world!"
  • "Nothing is what I thought it was."
  • "I just wanted everybody to see me."
  • "I should kill you."
  • "I'm gonna get you out of here, alright."
  • "I'm not the one you want."
  • "I want to make you a deal."
  • "You want _______ and I can give him/her to you."
  • "You were my friend and you BETRAYED ME!"
  • "You don't give people hope."
  • "I'm gonna take away yours."
  • "_______ what did you do?"
  • "What you made me do."
  • "Did you get my message?"
  • "I'll tell you what it says. Says, "I love you." Because I love you."
  • "They got, uh, Jack the Ripper."
  • "What? They haven't caught Jack the Ripper yet. You didn't know that?"
  • "This is most cliched hiding place you could've chosen."
  • "I'm sorry, I didn't take us to the Bahamas of hiding places."
  • "You're wrong about us being on different paths."
  • "It's like seeing a ghost."
  • "Now there's nothing to distract from your unibrow."
  • "You still blow-dry your hair every morning?"
  • "I didn't get love vibes."
  • "That's actually kind of what it's like to love you."
  • "How the tables have turned."
  • "How dare you come back in here?"
  • "You recalcitrant, unworthy, defective, urchin freak(s)!"
  • "Oh, God, sorry. That's just not the answer we were looking for."
  • "Right as rain."
  • "Okay, so, Fairy Godmother, it is time to grant me a wish."
  • "You're throwing his/her stuff away?"
  • "You mean people are pissed off because (s)he tried to turn everyone in New York City into giant lizards."
  • "Gives me a little extra in the cookie jar."
  • "If it was 1961, he pays me a fair wage."
  • "Yeah, I don't do complicated."
  • "Everything's always complicated with _______."
  • "I thought you two had broken up."
  • "I'm glad you're not one of those cops who rides a horse."
  • "People will say I am a monster for what I've done. And maybe they're right."
  • "You are experimenting on people in there."
  • "You are not going to bury me, too."
  • "The difference is, no one is going to miss you."
  • "Dude. Nice arm."
  • "It's just all in the wrist, buddy."
  • "Speaking of progress, you're looking better."
  • "It comes and goes."
  • "I hate this song!"
  • "You have such potential, _______."
  • "Such fierce intelligence, and you're throwing it all away."
  • "On my 16th birthday, you sent me Scotch. Or one of your assistants did."
  • "I don't expect forgiveness from you anymore."
  • "Maybe you can succeed where I failed."
  • "I never told you that it's genetic. Our disease."
  • "It's my birthday."
  • "Now it's time for me to light my candles."
  • "I'm so naked in here."
  • "It's not my fault."

bokuaka drabble, set in the parents au

Akaashi is sleeping, or he is trying to sleep, but the door of the bedroom keeps opening and closing, quick nervous steps echoing in the hallway, back and forward, back and forward. So Akaashi groans, pushes himself up and lets out a sigh escape his lips, kissing sleep time goodbye.

He brushes his fingers through his hair, trying to arrange it a bit, then gets up and drags his feet towards the door. Sleep still sticks to the corner of his eyes, making them droopy, tired.

So much for sleeping in today, he thinks as he’s opening the door.

He is met with a ball of nervous energy, still pacing back and forward, from the living room all the way to the bedroom.

Bokuto stops at his tracks as he sees Akaashi emerge, sighing in relief. His whole body seems to deflate and he smiles at Akaashi as if his sole presence has resolved whatever is bothering Bokuto.

Akaashi wants to be mad, wants to tell Bokuto to stop pacing around so he can go back to sleep but if there is one thing Akaashi is really bad at, it’s being angry with Bokuto. So he spreads his arms with certain gentleness reserved for Bokuto only, and mumbles, voice still hoarse with sleep, “Come here, tell me what’s wrong.”

Bokuto doesn’t wait to be invited twice, he stumbles the short distance between them and melts into Akaashi, his arms coming around to pull him closer. The hug seems to calm him further and his shoulders slouch in the comfort.

“I messed up,” he mumbles in the crook of Akaashi’s neck, “promise me you won’t get mad.”

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