idk if i should make more of these or not

martinthedragon  asked:

Have you ever felt the fear that when a major question or plot thread is addressed, the answer/explanation won’t be as good as you thought it would or feel like it should be? An example I could give is Raven leaving Yang.

No.

Whatever reason it is, it’s “good enough” for the characters. Just because we as viewers might not agree doesn’t make it incorrect or wrong.

For example: I’d love for Raven to be avoiding Yang for a greater reason (because danger or imminent death or something idk) but it’s VERY likely that Raven is just a shitty person and left her daughter because she has more important matters to attend to (in her mind).

The reasons behind a characters action develops them. I’m eager to find out who the characters really are instead of speculation.

anonymous asked:

I' afab and have depression and my therapist wants me to attend these meetings at a "girls' house" where they play games, relax, bake, talk ect. and it's supposed to be really helpful when you feel lonely and sad. The problem is, they are very vocal about being "girls only" and it gets announced at every turn. I'm not really comfortable with that, especially since lately i've been feeling more and more masc. I'm not out. And idk if i should go or try to make some excuse.

Honestly, there definitely is a way to tell her you don’t want to go without telling her! The best thing to do is to tell her you’re uncomfortable. You shouldn’t have to explain why, but if you do, you can always say something like: you don’t get along with girls greats, being around a large group of girls makes you anxious, you’d rather be in a coed group, etc.

I will say, that if you chose to come out to your therapist, they /should/ be a good person to come out to. Legally, a therapist cannot tell your parents anything unless they think it is “concerning” or a “danger to yourself”. So, if you feel it’s something your therapist may be cool with, then you could always chose to do that.

-jessi

Liam: I’m cold

Theo: here, have my jacket

Lydia: hey, I’m cold too

Stiles: what? *taking off jacket* I told you to bring more layers but of course you didn’t listen and now *piling scarves on lydia* now look, I’ve got to make sure you don’t FREEZE to death and *taking somebody else’s hat* how long have you been cold you should’ve said something sooner

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Can you imagine, finally showing your true self to your spouse, your soul mate, and having him not like you?

the-word-weaver-of-the-faeries  asked:

“i just want to help you relax.” Cassian and Elain?

concept subconsciously stolen (with permission) from @pterodactylichexameter‘s nessian masterpiece. 

Cassian, lounging idly on a chair in front of the fire in the main lounge area of the House of Wind, yelps in sudden shock as he feels something cold press against his wings. 

After the…incident at Hybern instinct has him tucking them tight against his body, crouching into a defensive position, whirling to find- Elain. Elain tutting and frowning at him as she nudges him back, with surprising strength, to sit on the couch, easily overbalancing while he’s caught off guard with the sheer shock of finding her there. 

“Look at the mess you’ve made,” she huffs as she idly hooks a finger underneath the talon at the crest of his wing and tugs, opening it up as casually as though it’s a lady’s parasol. 

“Elain-” he croaks, not entirely sure how or why this is happening, just knowing he needs to stop it before things get…decidedly uncomfortable for them both. 

“Hush,” Elain cautions him, the soft word somehow so subtly threatening he finds himself obeying it without thought. “It needs to be done,” she says firmly, another dollop of the cold…something splattering against his open wing. “There’s no use being a baby about it.” 

With that she sets to rubbing what he now recognises as the salve the healers have provided for his still raw and tender wings in with gentle, careful circular motions that have him melting into the couch. Oh Cauldron fuck me sideways, thinks with a groan. This is not the way he pictured leaving this world for whatever’s beyond. Mostly that image involves Nesta and a fair amount of lube. It does not involve him imploding as he tries to contain himself and not destroy Elain’s innocence. Whether he succeeds and the resulting stroke kills him, or he fails and Nesta slaughters him the outcome is depressingly similar. 

“Elain, really,” he begins hoarsely, shifting before her and trying to politely squirm out of her reach. “You don’t have to do this, honestly, I’ll just get-” 

“There’s no-one else here,” Elain tells him brightly, “They’re all…Away somewhere.” She says vaguely, voice trailing off as though she’s going to tell him where they all are, exactly, and why none of them are sparing him this horrible fate, then she shrugs and decides against it, returning to his wings instead. Cassian clenches a hand into a fist and tries to force himself to resist but Cauldron boil him, she’s entirely too good at this. 

“But you’ve been so good to me, Cassian,” she goes on, her voice so earnest and sweet that he can’t bring himself to tell her what a terrible mistake she’s made. It’ll just have to be something they laugh about a century on at parties…Or a secret that he takes to his grave for fear of Nesta. More likely the latter. “I just want to help you relax! This salve is very important for your wings healing properly…”

She continues babbling on, listing the various ways it’s good for his health, missing the biggest reason that it’s very much not. Cauldron boil him, how can no-one have told her about Illyrian wings and how sensitive they are? No…No he understands. How could anyone destroy sweet, gentle Elain’s innocence that way? Impossible. Impossible for him, too, even as he feels his cock starting to respond to her attentions. 

Cassian becomes aware, dimly, in the back of his mind still connected to this unfortunate reality, not imagining what the afterworld looks like, that Elain has stopped prattling. “Are you alright, Cassian?” She asks, concerned, peering at him over his shoulder. 

“Fine!” he yelps, not particularly needing that part of his anatomy to give him away at the moment when he’s trying so hard not to ruin her. It’ll be fine. He can just…Just get through this, it won’t take long, the salve will be on his wings, her innocence will remain intact, and he’ll have to go and spend some quality time alone in the shower with the water so cold ice crystals are practically forming in it. 

“Alright, just, tell me if it hurts, okay?” she tells him, still sounding worried, bless her. 

Then she moves on to the other wing. Cassian beings praying to the Cauldron, the Mother, whatever else might be listening, to give him strength. 

Elain, apparently considering it her duty to apply the salve to his wings and distract him from what she seems to think is a rather harrowing process (it is, just not for the reasons she assumes) and so she starts talking about Nesta. Thoughts of her don’t entirely help matters, not least because he starts picturing her hands on his wings, applying his daily salve…Images of her hands on other places intrude unhelpfully as well. 

He clears his throat pointedly, “Why don’t we- Why don’t we talk about something else, Elain?” he rasps out. 

“Oh dear,” she says, and he can picture that sweet little face falling, her hands pausing on his wings. He isn’t sure if that’s a mercy, giving him some recovery time, or curse, prolonging his torment. “Are the two of you fighting again?” she asks sadly. 

“Mm, something like that,” he mutters noncommittally. 

Fighting. Fucking. Same difference, really. 

“Is that why she left with Mor this morning?” Elain asks conspiratorially, “So that she wouldn’t have to do this for you?” She taps gently on his wing  to indicate her meaning and Cassian wonders how it’s possibly for someone to go through so much of life so utterly oblivious to this aspect of it. 

“I doubt that,” he says sardonically, before he can stop himself. Fortunately, Elain misses the little flick of sarcasm on the end of his words and simply returns to her task. 

Dutifully she switches the topic away from Nesta and starts chattering about her garden instead. Cassian is very fond of Elain, and very fond of the garden she’s impulsively started on top of the House of Wind but Cauldron boil him…Her talk about daisies and dandelions and how she’s amazed Mor hasn’t learned the difference between weeds and flowers, which is the reason she’s now banned from said garden, really isn’t distracting enough to take his mind off his current predicament. 

Finally, he can’t take it anymore, she’s so close, but unfortunately so is he, and he can’t stop himself from biting out roughly, “Elain, stop, please.” 

She does at once, nearly dropping the little tub of salve in her surprise at his sudden outburst. “But I’m nearly finished-” So am I- “You can’t hold on just a little-” she breaks off, apparently noticing him trembling and gasps, hurrying around to the front of the sofa, her mouth covered by her hands. “Cassian, I’m sorry!” she gushes, “I didn’t realise it was hurting so badly. Nesta does this for you every morning and, well, she sometimes isn’t the gentlest person in the world-” No, she’s not, and Cass loves every second of that…Not that he’ll tell Elain. Having her think she might have hurt him isn’t ideal but..It’s a hell of a lot better than the alternative. And so he lets her babble to her heart’s content until- “I just wanted to- Oh.” 

Cassian makes himself take a little more notice of her then and realises that her eyes have managed to fix between his legs, wide and shocked. Despite his best efforts at hiding it, there’s really no question that she’s finally noticed the full effects of her good deed. 

Her hands fall slowly away from her mouth and he really does wish she’d stop staring. Then she meets his eyes instead and he decides he’d much rather have them returned to where they were, thank you. “Mor,” she swallows and continues, sounding a little faint, “Mor told me Illyrian wings were sensitive but I…I thought. Oh, Cauldron.” 

Clearing his throat and trying to maintain a little dignity, which seems to dictate that he remain seated for the time being, Cassian says, “It’s really not a problem, Elain, you didn’t know, you were just trying to help.” 

“Even so, I, I-” she’s slowly flushing a deeper and deeper shade of red and Cassian thinks that if that continues he might have to summon a healer to come and check on her. “Is there anything….I can do to…help?” she asks delicately. 

Cassian can’t help the bark of laughter that tears out of him. She’s just so earnest and sweet in wanting to assist him with his current predicament. He does force himself to bite his tongue and stop himself winking at her and making some comment loaded with innuendo, which he would to anyone else that managed to find themselves in this current situation. Not Elain though. 

For her he just reaches out and gently pats her hand, eyes twinkling, “I’m sure I’ll be alright,” he tells her with a faint smirk, “Maybe just…Give me a few minutes?” 

“Of course,” Elain yelps, abandoning the salve on the table in front of him as she makes, what’s clearly a very welcome retreat across the room. 

He leans forward and picks up the glass of water he hadn’t dared touch while she’d been dutifully rubbing salve into his wings and takes a small sip, settling back to wait for himself to calm down, glad that the House is empty save him and Elain. 

At the doorway however, she pauses. He’s about to turn around and ask her what the matter is but then Elain says, an oddly sly note in her voice, “So…This is why Nesta helps you with your salve every morning.” 

Cassian chokes on his water. 

“Nothing’s gonna stop us now!”
I just came up with idea (it’s not some kind of AU or anything. I just like to combain Heroic and Villainous in one universe and make them acts like bunch of idiots x2) while watching “Can’ts Don’t Dance”.
On pic there’s Flug and Clemencia (that’s the Heroic!Demencia. Idk if I’m going to stick with this name, but it’s good-sounding so I think it’s ok.)
I like to think that Flug is actually a pretty good singer, and Demencia not so XD So in that case: Clemencia must be good just as Flug, and Slys/Slug [with 6.0.6 as his bodyguard (Max in the movie)] not so. But idk If I hc this that much. It’s just a thought.
Also I like to think about Clemencia as a sweet heard-worker, who don’t have time for crushes (even If she has a crush on WH. But will not admit it cause “it’s stupid, he’ll not look at me anyway”). (yeah I ship BH x Flug, BH x Demencia, WH x Slys/Slug AND WH x Cemencia. I just adore them all TuT)
And what about this pic anyway? Well, this idea I was talking about is about Slys/Slug trying to make WH and BH shut down thier companies and later buy it so he can… idk? Be evil? He’s a bitch don’t dispute with this. So Flug, Clem, Dem and 5.0.5 are trying to help companies earn the money (SOMEHOWLOL) with a show, to prevent selling them.
I don’t really know what could I write more about it. Hope ya like it?

For those who wants to know who Slys/Slug is in this concept… Isn’t it obvious?

He’s fucking perfect for this. (ALSO IS THERE SOMEONE WHO WANTS TO DRAW HIM IN “BIG AND LOUND” OR SHOULD I DRAW IT? I REALLY WANT TO SEE THIS)

BONUS:

WH: Thaaaaat… Was kinda sweet actua-
BH: I’M LEAVING.
WH: No BH WAIT, THEY TRIED SO WELL!!-

I saw a TG meta (forget whose it was) about Hinami feeling left out because of Kaneki and Touka moving on and moving closer without her, wherein this statement was backed by a panel from the manga of Hinami looking at Kaneki and Touka’s backs.

Meanwhile, in Japan there’s a saying that literally translates to “Children grow up looking at their parents’ backs” which means that children look up to/emulate their parents (therefore parents should make sure to do well by them). Seeing your parents backs means you’re too close to them, too protected, not too distant.

Hinami looking at Kaneki and Touka’s backs very likely was meant as her feeling reassured and safe with them (in addition to making sure the reader realizes she thinks of them more as her relatives).

It’s interesting how differences between cultures affect readings.

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“The crimson bird took in the sight of his blackened, frostbitten body and cried. He heard its musical lament and saw the sorrow in the depth of its obsidian eyes for the loss of its master, a loss that it would carry for the rest of its immortal life, and for the first time the Dark Lord understood empathy. He would grant it mercy. 

They say it is a great sin, to slay a unicorn. They say it is an atrocity, to kill something so pure, so innocent… That to drink its blood will save you from the brink of death, but that the moment the liquid touches your lips, you will live a half-life…a cursed life…They say nothing of what it means to kill a phoenix.

To take the life of the eternal. No one has ever accomplished such an impossible feat, would even think to try. But the ability of Lord Voldemort knows no bounds, bows to no laws, conforms to no boundaries… He drank its tears and drained it of its blood. He consumed its heart. …Such power. Such ancient, pure magic. It ignited in him. It was the healing fire. It brought his frozen limbs back to life in a burning, scorching pyre.”  Hauntingly

Klance Valentine Headcanon

• Lance playing it cool but actually internally screaming because he doesn’t know what to get Keith

• Keith actually screaming because what would Lance like???

• Pining Keith

• When Lance passes by Keith he’d make a pickup line and Keith is just a sputtering mess he needs to hold onto the wall or bumps into it and falls back

• Lance loves this stupid dork so much his heart hearts

• Pining Lance

• Keith asks Hunk to help make a big chocolate heart

• Lance asking Hunk on making a chocolate heart cake

• They both try to make it lowkey

• Keith going up to Hunk asking him if the *thing* is ready and Lance coming in and just..

• “Oh! Lance.. What’re you doing here…”

• “Um.. Just came to get something from the fridge..”

• “Well you’re gonna have to come later you can’t open the fridge”

• “Are you hiding something in the fridge?”

• “NO! Are YOU????”

• “ nO!!”

• they’re painfully awkward they can’t even fight

• Hunk just can’t with them

• Keith’s heart doesn’t come out the way he wants it too and is kind of deformed

• Lance accidentally put too much yeast

• They both give it to each other

• They find it the most glorious thing in the universe and treasure it

• Hunk finds it ridiculous but cute too

• They enjoy v-day together ((: