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“Why Did Bellamy Fall in Love with Clarke?”

So I recently got an anonymous message asking me this question and I was preparing myself to answer with the typical “because she’s supportive and he respects her and trusts her and blah blah blah” response which definitely isn’t WRONG, and are definitely reasons why I ship Bellarke, but I also feel like it goes a lot deeper than that. 

I haven’t written a good, solid meta in awhile, I feel like, and this question hit me really hard for some reason, so I am going to answer it separate from the ask in more depth. And, since I’m feeling extra, I’m probably going to make another post answering why Clarke fell in love with Bellamy because - yes - this ship goes both ways and I am sure as hell going to take every opportunity I get to prove that.

To start off, I don’t really think that there is one particular reason why Bellamy fell in love with Clarke. You can’t really go about it by saying “well, Bellamy really likes this trait and this trait and this trait - therefore, he loves Clarke because she encompasses all three” because I don’t think that’s really how love works. I do think that she has traits that Bellamy really likes and respects, and I think that’s how they became friends. But then he fell in love with her and it wasn’t just about those traits anymore. Because love isn’t selective. He doesn’t just love some parts of her and not the others. He loves Clarke as a whole, as a person. He loves all of her pieces and parts and fragments. He just loves her.

But why?

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it’s wild that michael/meg and gavin/lindsay are as similar as they are.

like, meg and michael are Competitive Assholes, 100%. fuck you, fuck that guy, fuck everybody i am going to win people. they’re also the kind of people who will say i love you to people they care about–they’ll just balance it out with a fair amount of “you’re stupid and dumb and the absolute worst”. they’re also big on squidging their s/o’s faces (there are a lot of gifs/screenshots from relationship goals where michael’s doing it to lindsay or meg’s doing it to gavin). also, both gryffindors.

same thing with lindsay and gavin. their play style tends to be  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and super heavy on the wildcard/chaotic factor. they’re not fuck you, i am going to win, they’re this thing might help me or it might kill me or it might kill everyone but it sure as hell is going to do something and i am sure as hell going to do it. they also tend to end up on the defensive side of arguments a lot, where michael/meg will bring up something with the implied presumption that gavin/lindsay are wrong and gavin/lindsay are the ones who escalate the argument by not backing down when meg/michael tell them they’re wrong at increasing decibels. they tend to stay more levelheaded, too? like. meg/michael very easily slip into annoyed-voice which becomes annoyed-yell. lindsay/gavin also get louder, but by far lesser degrees and their tone is different, way more look, listen, wait, hear me out than annoyed. both of them use woof* as an exclamation. both apparently love burger king (while michael and meg hate it and refuse to go with them) both** slytherins, too.

it’s just… michael really wasn’t fucking kidding when he said gavin and lindsay were the same person while he and meg were the same person,  

*it’s actually something lindsay’s been saying since she was a teenager, and i’m guessing gavin picked it up from her, because it’s not something that pops up in his vocab early on in rt stuff.

**gavin hasn’t ever talked about his harry potter house but you’re straight up lying to yourself if you don’t think he’s a slytherclaw who leans towards slytherin

Forgive me Father - Priest!Dean Winchester x Reader

Title: Forgive me Father

Pairing: Priest!Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: About 5,750 

Warnings: Angst, Breaking of Vows, Priest!Dean (that says a lot), implied smut, heated moments

Prompt: Reader is the daughter of a preacher herself but she finds herself unable to stop all those sinful thoughts when she meets the newest priest in town. And it all gets so much worse when it turns into love. Will it be the kind of love that will destroy her or not? 

Your eyes were shut as your hands were clasped in front of you. Your lips were in a tight line as you willed yourself so hard to focus, to not think about anything else, only because you wanted to mean this forgiveness you were asking. As if you would ever get it with all those thoughts and feelings you had for him.

Him. Father Dean Winchester.

And the mere word that you had to call him with made these feelings wrong on every level. Back then when your mother talked to you about meeting your true love you thought that it would be an amazing feeling. The skipping heartbeats, the sweaty palms and the stuttering would be only a few of the traits. And the moment you locked eyes, it sounded cheesy, it would feel like the word had stopped spinning. But with you there was one more thing. It felt like your word had comecrumbling down the moment you locked eyes with his.

You had always thought that when it came to true love that you would feel amazing and not like… this. Plagued by guilt, oh so much guilt, for feeling the way you did for him and utter fear of what could come out of that. Because you were scared beyond belief, not so much at the feelings but… at who the person you felt so for was. Especially when you knew you shouldn’t see him in that way. And the fear mixed with the guilt and it all came rushing to you and you felt so overwhelmed that the only thing you wanted to do was cry all day and night, not that you partially weren’t already, for feeling the way you did. You wanted to plead for forgiveness but other than doubting anybody was listening you knew you didn’t deserve it.

“Don’t try to pressure yourself.” a soothing yet rough voice broke the silence and you opened your eyes, turning your head to look at who it was. Not that you would expect anybody else at this time and when the church was actually empty.

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Not So Simple Misunderstandings

Summary: It was the most regular of Tuesdays in the lives of Dan and Phil. But what happens when Dan gets a call during a liveshow that may change his life forever?

Tags/Warnings: Angsty af, believed character death

Word count: 3053

A/N: Wow, this is sad. Really, really sad. I’m sorry in advance for making you read this with your eyes. (Read on ao3)

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so i mentioned to this woman about how our car broke down & air conditioning stopped working because we were talking about stuff along those lines & she came back to my line a minute later, forcibly put $20 in my hand, and ran off before i could give it back

i literally almost cried because it was so sweet

I am now officially a mentor. Mentor Ria. So when the semester starts I will be given 7 mentees to keep track of. I will give them tips on how to take notes, handle the extreme amount of homework, how to complete the writing exercises and so on. For some reason this is making me extreme excited and I am already planning which cake to bake for them on the first meeting because I am sure as hell going to make a good impression - thus I will feed them cake.

anonymous asked:

You seem to get very defensive when gender politics are brought up, and your opinions that all people who have conservative beliefs on gender are crude, uncaring bullies are well-shown in the comic. In fact, the only characters that we are supposed to hate in the comic go against progressive gender ideologies. It's you're comic, I get that. Say whatever you want. But as a writer, it's a little troubling to see such a great work slowly turn into a soap box.

Did you know that when I showed Frisk’s parents’ emotional abuse and defended the fact that their abuse was, in fact, abuse, I had a lot of people send in personal stories. “Your comic helped me realize that what my parents did to me in the past was abuse and that it isn’t normal to tear down your kids all the time”, “I came from an emotionally abusive household and it means a lot to me that you would portray that kind of abuse and call it abuse”, “My partner went through emotional abuse and is still healing.”, “I have a lot to think about. This was eye-opening.” …That’s the kind of messages I was getting when that happened.

My comic isn’t solely about racism, or abuse, or gender identity, or what have you… But I am NOT going to shy away from hard topics just because they’re controversial, and I am sure as hell going to portray those subjects with as much respect and insight as I possibly can.

-TQ

Imagine your brother’s Sam and Dean surprising you on your birthday.

Your eyes snapped open at the sound of AC/DC blasting through the bunker. Your heart almost leaped to your throat as you all-but-jumped off your bed.

“Happy Birthday!” your older brother’s voice, Dean’s, said oh so cheerfully.

“What the hell?” you asked groggily, still blinking to get the sleep out of your eyes. You could barely comprehend what was going on.

“Aww come on now- don’t be like that. Whose birthday is it today?” Dean asked like talking to a little child.

You glared at him “I know whose birthday it was not going to be if I had a heart attack!”

“Yeah but… you are a Winchester so you know that would not be the case for long!” he shrugged, still smiling cheekily.

“I hate you” you grumbled, still rubbing your eyes.

“Hey that’s no way to talk to your loving brother that wants to do everything for you on your birthday!” he exclaimed and you rolled your eyes.

“As you said it’s my birthday so I am allowed to call you however I want!”

He scoffed “Sheesh you are a Winchester after all”

“I am your sister after all!” you pointed out and a grin soon broke on both your faces.

“Happy birthday sweetheart” he kissed your forehead “To many more birthdays I hope”

“If you don’t wake me up like this every time then yes probably” you chuckled and he did the same, ruffling your hair.

“Where is Sam?”

“Oh downstairs, just making breakfast. Come on, before I eat all of it”

“No! You won’t! It’s my birthday! Dean- wait!” you exclaimed as he run out of your room. You threw the covers off you and ran after him as well.

Only to stop dead on your tracks as you came face to face with what he’s obviously meaning for you to see in the first place.

“Happy Birthday!” both Dean and Sam now exclaimed, Dean grinning widely throwing confetti in the air.

“You…. are not making breakfast?” you asked in a low voice.

“That’s been done long ago” Sam said smiling widely and you glanced at the table filled with all the goods you’d ever want and need.

“You guess shouldn’t have…” you trailed off, looking all around you. Other than the glorious breakfast and the colorful papers scattered all around you, there was a banner with maybe a little messy but beautiful nonetheless ‘Happy Birthday’ written on top of it.

“Nonsense. You are our sister and it’s your birthday. Of course we’d do everything for you” Sam said softly, coming to hug you softly and kiss your forehead “Also, here you go” he handed you a box and then your eyes certainly widened.

“Sam you shouldn’t-”

“Bullshit!” Dean exclaimed “Here you go from me too!” and handed you his own, bigger gift.

“Guys you really- you didn’t need to. I only- I only am happy to have you here. I don’t need anything else” you shook yourhead, feeling tears well up in your eyes.

“We know” Dean said softly “With this kind of job I am more happy to be here to celebrate yet another birthday but… that doesn’t mean we are not going to spoil you though!”

You laughed along with him and Sam. You wiped out a stray tear and looked up at them “Guys you know that I am grateful for everything right? Even if I complain about you, well mostly Dean-” Dean shot you a look and you giggled “-all the time, right?”

“We know (Y/n). You wouldn’t be a Winchester if you were any different” Sam wrapped his arms around you, and you did the same with one arm; the other holding the gifts.

“Uh Dean…” Sam said , giving Dean a look at which he frowned.

“Wha- Oh. Oh! Yeah yeah!” he exclaimed, quickly leaving.

“What is he doing?”

“You’ll see” Sam smiled at you.

You opened your mouth to question him again but before you could utter a word Dean walked in with a pie in his hands and a single candle in the middle of it.

“Happy Birthday to you” he slowly started to sign tentatively.

“Happy Birthday to you” Sam joined in and placing the gifts aside you started to feel tears well up again.

“Happy Birthday dear (Y/n)” they both sang and despite how silly this seemed, the wide smiles on all of your faces only showed the pure happiness. The appreciation could not be described and certainly not how happy you were to have Dean and Sam still in your life.

“Happy birthday to youuuu!” they both sang, the wide grins ont heir faces almost reminding you of those first birthdays you celebrated with them. Back when they still had that small part of purity and happiness within them. Back before all this death and pain surrounded you.

But even in this moment, this day you could enjoy it. You could all pretend everything was like it used to be and you could smile freely for once.

“Make a wish!” Dean exclaimed with a wide grin.

You looked at the both of them, looking at you with expecting smiles.

You only wished for all of this to be here next year. You wished to make it to next year.

And you blew out the candle.

“Whoohoo! Happy Birthday (Y/n)!” Dean exclaimed oh so happily and set the pie aside to clap along with Sam who was chuckling.

“The pie looks amazing!”

“Thanks! I cooked it myself!” Dean said proudly.

“I surely can’t wait to eat it! I am sure it’s going to be amazing!”

“Hells yeah!”

.

..

“You know Dean, you are not going to eat any of it right?”

“Whaaat?! Not even a small piece?!”

real shit that was written on this blog: the sentence meme

feel free to change pronouns/words/etc to make things fit better. 

“what are you winning? first place in the who’s gayest competition?”

“acknowledging self-doubt? no siree.”

“ if it snows more than two inches i’m calling the cops. ”

“ you can’t call the cops on a goddess, what are they gonna do? arrest her? ”

“there are too many sinners in this world to worry about whose hands have been where.”

“this place is the fucking homo hunger games holy shit.”

“breaking news: [name] is still the worst!”

“you are SO not allowed to grow anymore.”

“god… this is so gay.”

“why did we do this to ourselves?”

“yeah, his lack of chill is genetic.”

“they’re basically like batman and superman except no one is insisting they should bang.”

“[name] has better morals than i do, i am for sure going to hell.”

“your generosity knows no bounds.”

“i get it, okay, you don’t meet up at midnight, in secret, through a note, to play CHECKERS.”

“what the fuck, amiright?”

“that’s not an observation, observations are based purely on fact, and it’s my observation that you’re full of shit.”

“stop having better comebacks than me.”

“i am finally the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen.”

“…i still stand by that. batman can meet me in the fucking pit.”

“see you guys in hell because that’s clearly where i’m headed after this.”

“delete! undo! command z! i have made so many mistakes!”

“i’m here to prove i’m trash and have no self-control.”

“and it’s nice to see you too— i’m not touching anything!”

“i dunno about you but i don’t feel like exploding today.”

“i’d like you to know i HATE this plan.”

“why would i care if [name] trains shirtless? he can do what he wants.”

“we’re friends now and i’m going to say thank you every time you breathe.”

“four races. you pick two, i pick two. and just letting you know, i’m picking rainbow road. twice.”

“i mean, technically jesus was a demigod. we might even have some family ties.”