if someone could just help me

i understand where the twins are coming from. i often spread myself too thin while caring for others so i don’t have to think about my own well being. i feel like why waste time trying to fix myself when i know i can never be fixed? that time could be used to help someone else. ask any of my lifelong friends, i am everyone’s number one hype person and i empower them all but i can never do it for myself. so i know exactly how they feel and it can really wear you down. i offer really good advice and the people in my life know that they should listen to me but i never once take my own advice. i just work until i’m too tired to think about myself. that’s just the way i’ve always been but i don’t ever wish that on another person especially two boys this young and innocent. they deserve the world.

anonymous asked:

hello! I'm new to this community,so I don't know many accounts on here. You came up pretty quickly and seem to post regularly. I was wondering if you could help me with a spell. The idea is sort of mixing a love spell and a self confidence spell? There's someone I really care about who just can't seem to see how amazing they are. As a result,they're in a band relationship. I'm trying everything I can to help them,but I guess could use a little helpful energy?

well thank you very much for reaching out! (i’m going to assume “band” means “bad,” i hope this is correct.)
also, i’m just a bit confused about wanting to cast a love spell if the relationship isn’t a healthy one- do you mean cast a spell to help her find a better relationship? because to be honest, if she’s in a bad relationship it would probably be better not to go from it straight away into another, but that is my humble opinion after leaving toxic relationships myself.

a little helpful energy can go a long way. and i understand (deeply) how much we want to help and encourage health and positivity within our loved ones and their relationships. i will give a word of gentle warning, casting spells on other people without their express consent it generally frowned upon.

that being said, plenty of people still definitely do use magick on others discreetly, but maybe instead of something so direct and third-party, let’s use a gentler and more vague sort of work.

i’m mainly giving you this much background because you mentioned that you’re new here, and i genuinely want to offer more insight than just a quick and simple spell that may or may not do what you really intend, or cause you to get some kind of unexpected backlash.

now that all of that is out of the way! here is my recommendation.

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anonymous asked:

The indoctrination anon again here!! A lot of ppl who are bullied start to believe that they fit these labels & names that their bullies use because of the constant repetition. Like a kid who believes that they're stupid after bully continuously says they are. The child didn't believe this before the bullying but does so after. There's scientific & psychological proof that this happens to not just kids but bullied adults as well. Wouldn't bullying also be a more realistic kind of brainwashing?

I think this is one of those awkward areas where…this question could easily go to me, ScriptShrink or ScriptTraumaSurvivor and we’d probably all have slightly different answers because we all focus on different aspects of trauma.

The effect you describe of someone internalising abuse is completely true to life. But it’s not what most people mean when they say ‘brainwashing’.

I think a definition of brainwashing might be helpful in this ask.

Brainwashing refers to a controlled and imposed change on a victim’s beliefs and mental state.

The reason I don’t think this fits the definition of brainwashing is that it’s not controlled. It’s a possible response, but it’s not a guaranteed one. In the same way that this kind of intense bullying can lead to a victim becoming depressed, but depression is only one of several different possible psychological symptoms.

Brainwashing also tends to imply that the person imposing this change on the victim has some control over how they respond. And in this sort of bullying case they really…….don’t.

A bullying victim who internalises the message that they’re stupid can respond to that in several different ways. The fact that they’ve internalised that message doesn’t dictate how they respond. In the same way that someone’s symptoms don’t necessarily drive them to the same behaviours.

The behaviours I personally show in response to my own symptoms of mental illness aren’t constant across everyone who has the same condition.

So, yes bullies change the way people think about themselves. But inflicting that change doesn’t dictate how people act.

And I think that’s one of the core assumptions in stories that use ‘brainwashing’, that torturers ultimately control their victims.

I hope that I’ve helped clear up the differences and may be explained a little more about what is a possible response to trauma and what isn’t.

I think that to get a better idea of how this sort of bullying and internalisation of negative messages works you’ll need to ask ScriptShrink. It’s too far outside my area for me to give anything beyond this sort of shallow summary of what is possible and what isn’t.

Still, I hope this has helped and thank you for sending in the question. :)

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dude that sounds like such a good sibling relationship. my brother just talks about sexist white-supremacist bullshit and insults me. a wholesome boy. a good gamer nerd.

haha that is true. He spent like 2 hours last night showing me a bunch of videos from GDQ (Games Done Quick). I think he’s just really happy to have someone to talk to that also likes games because our mom just doesn’t understand :P

ok so i got a job interview and they require that i speak english but what kind of things do ppl usually ask in interviews when they require a second language? i would appreciate soooo much if someone could help me bc this would be a great opportunity for me but i never rly tried speaking english in interviews so i might just embarrass myself

Shiro Meta: “I want you to lead Voltron”

So a lot of people have been talking about why Shiro chose Keith to lead Voltron if anything happened to him. I’ve seen this attributed to Shiro’s favouritism or bias towards Keith, but I have another take on things: Shiro’s choice of Keith as his successor reflects his own insecurities about his suitability as leader.

We know Shiro harbours serious doubts about his ability to lead Voltron. In 1x09 Shiro hears Sendak’s voice in his head telling him “Did you really think a monster like you could be a Voltron Paladin?” And in 2x03 when Allura tells him: “You are the Black Paladin now, not Zarkon,” Shiro disagrees: “Yeah, well - the Black Lion may have a different take on the matter.”

See this? This is the face of a man who fully expects to get spat out of his Lion again at any moment. (If you want a really long and interesting meta about Shiro’s relationship with the Black Lion following the S1 finale, read {it’s all about trust} by @headspacedad)

Coming out of that battle with Zarkon in 1x11, Shiro no longer knows if the Black Lion trusts him, or if he can trust her. And it’s easy to see why: the Black Lion forcibly ejected him from the cockpit in the middle of battle. He thought they’d bonded; now it seems like they haven’t.

{relationship status: IT’S COMPLICATED}

But his insecurities go deeper than that: during that climactic battle at the end of season 1, not only was Shiro ejected from his own Lion, he also had a full-blown panic attack onboard the Galra ship and had to be rescued by Hunk and Allura. Allura - the person he’d come to rescue in the first place - ended up saving him.

Right after this battle, an injured Shiro crash-lands on an alien planet and tells Keith: “If I don’t make it out of here - I want you to lead Voltron.” And it’s not just because he’s injured. He thinks he’s failed as a leader. And in that moment, he probably fully expects the Black Lion to reject him again. Or maybe he expects Allura to take him aside and just quietly tell him “Look, it’s not working out. We need to pick someone else as the Black Paladin.” Because how can you lead Voltron if you can’t even keep control of your own Lion? How can you lead Voltron if you panic in the middle of battle?

For the record: I think Shiro is DEAD WRONG and he’s an amazing leader and I have so many feelings about how great Shiro is and what it means to see a mentally ill character in a leadership role but I DIGRESS. The point is: Shiro spends much of season 2 battling his own feelings of inadequacy about his position as Black Paladin.

Shiro’s line that “The Black Lion may have a different take on the matter” reflects his own belief that the Black Lion doesn’t want him as a Paladin. He thinks she’d rather have someone else - someone who’s less of a walking disaster. And again: I really don’t think she does, and I have SO MANY THOUGHTS about this that I will probably write up at some point, but that’s not the point. The point is Shiro firmly believes that he’s not good enough to be the Black Paladin, and that the Black Lion would rather be piloted by someone else.

Someone like Keith.

Remember that battle at the end of season 1? Whilst Shiro was getting spat out of the Lion and having a panic attack, Keith was doing this:

Yep, just casually taking on Zarkon one-on-one, without hesitation. Not only does Keith intervene to save the Black Lion from Zarkon’s grasp - he also fights Zarkon head-to-head, repeatedly charging back into the attack with no regard for his own safety.

Shiro must have seen and heard this and thought: “That’s the kind of Paladin the Black Lion deserves. That’s the kind of Paladin she wants.” A brave and decisive leader, not a hot mess. Someone who’ll charge at Zarkon head-first; who can keep it together in the midst of battle. Shiro thinks he should have been the one battling Zarkon, not Keith. As Black Paladin and leader of Voltron, he should have been the one to charge at Zarkon and try and take him down. Instead, he was having a panic attack, and Keith was the one who stepped up.

Shiro chooses Keith to be the next leader of Voltron because he thinks Keith is the kind of leader Voltron needs, and the kind of Paladin the Black Lion deserves.

It doesn’t particularly matter that this choice doesn’t make a lot of sense, or that the team might be better off with a more cool-headed and thoughtful leader. This is not a rational decision on Shiro’s part. It’s a decision rooted in his own insecurities. His decision-making is flawed: not because of bias or favouritism, but because of his own sense of inadequacy. He looks at Keith and sees someone who will take on Zarkon without hesitation. He looks at himself and sees a failure. And he concludes that Keith is the kind of Paladin the Black Lion wants - that she would rather have Keith than him.

And the Black Lion spends most of season 2 proving him wrong, but that’s a meta for another day.

(thank you @bentfire for the screencaps btw)

see, like, missy has been a very touchy character in this regen?

she snogs the doctor, and constantly rests her arm around him/on his shoulder (outside st paul’s, and once she’s free on the plane, to name a few times), and just holding on to him for dear life when he kisses her in the graveyard. she wraps her arm around osgood. in s9, she reaches into clara’s personal space to make her have the vortex manipulator, and she sits very closely to the doctor in the ship.

getting into people’s personal spaces is a very quick and effective way to make them very uncomfortable, and she uses this to her advantage to scare osgood, and her just being nearby people makes them nervous.

the scene in which she reaches for the doctor (and to me she looks like she’s reaching to fix his coat, like in s8 with the unit/cybermen in the square scene),  he steps back, and it shows she wants to be near him and touch him for her own comfort, not to make him uncomfortable. she instantly stops, and freezes and looks down and laces her fingers together, kinda shakily. she doesn’t continue her attempt, which is something the old her might have done - stepping forward and not allowing a rejection in the first place.

[gif from @the-clever-boy-in-the-funny-hat​]

12 recognizes, however, how much she needs that contact, but isn’t ready to give it. he’s not much of a hugging person, but he understands that she needs that from him, so he does what he can. her reaction to this, like she’s taking a breath, about to speak, is so fundamental. she knows he’s trying to help her too, but doesn’t know how to convey how much she needs it without embarrassing herself/acting ooc.

i feel that missy really needs that hug. she really, really needs it. even just from bill. she hasn’t really had physical contact with anyone in years, presumably, and that does things to a person whose character revolves a lot around it. she’s restraining herself so much.

firstly, feel free to request more french masterposts. 
flirting in french; god, how i would love to be smooth in any language.
seriously, if i could neal caffrey my way through france, that would be great. so, this is a masterpost on how to flirt in french. - i’d like to think this is pretty important - as this is part of socializing in any language. flirtation is a very different thing than “picking up.” picking up is a kind of hunting game with a very pointed and invariable goal: to be making out as soon as possible! think barney from how i met your mother challenge accepted. flirtation, at least in france, is a totally different thing. it’s a different culture, a different lifestyle. it’s a way of being in everyday life, and unlike picking up, it has no defined goal. sometimes the french flirt because it’s just delightful to do so. think salt to pepper relationship. allowing each one to check, and at different levels, if he or she still has some charm operating. 

i would say that simple is always best: merely walk up to your chosen girl or guy and say je vous trouve absolument charmante (I find you absolutely charming / beautiful. be classy and to the point. with that and mind, read on!

let’s learn some classic phrases to become a regular femme fatale, shall we?

so; why flirt in french?

  • well, french is a sexy language. not going to lie. 
  • it’s the planet’s most-hyped language of love.
  • reaching that level of fluency feels amazing.
  • it gives you that confidence. social confidence.
  • becoming a smooth talker feels nice. i want to be one, anyway. 
  • tired of searching for love in english? 

french learning and french flirting 

  • let’s face it: in france, (or in any country for that matter), nobody speaks like a textbook, the president, or a language learning site (i’m looking at you, duolingo). it’s great for memorizing the fundamentals, but lacks that extra step that stands between you and complete fluency. 
  • flirting is part of socializing - and linguistically (i don’t know, it helped with me) it improves retention. it’s also just interesting to learn! 
  • flirting is just well.. fun. even if it doesn’t go anywhere.
  • a bit of verbal charm isn’t always necessary : but in my opinion, it helps you sound more natural / at ease / friendly. 
  • i somewhat lack verbal charm (i’m very, very awkward in social situations) so i probably need this masterpost as much as anyone else (: 

the classics: make love last. 
this is based upon what i’ve heard at school / restaurants / bars. 
okay fine: it’s based on the movies i’ve watched too. 

  • j’ai envie de t’embrasser / embrasse-moi - kiss me.. annouce it - make your intentions known! i’d like to kiss you’ - okay, you could just kiss someone instead of letting them know. but i don’t know.. there’s something romantic about it? best with a longing, meaningful stare. 
  • je t’aime: i’m pretty sure we all know this one. best with someone you care deeply for, i wouldn’t say this on a first date - but if you’re the direct type : this can help you get from a to z pretty quickly. 

the simple compliments: short and sweet
using these with a flirty look / tone of voice (as i’ve seen amongst my friends) can do wonders. play with your expression while practicing these: it makes a difference, trust me. you can begin with (oh putain) to make it sound authentic. it’s not (really) a ‘swear word’ and people use it often. best used in an informal setting. example: putain, t’es toujours canon toi ou quoi?

you can also add trop ( = too). example: trop belle, trop mignon(ne).
you can also add tellement ( = so) example: t’es tellement belle!
you can also add si ( = so) example: t’es si mignonne.
you can also use grave ( = totally) example: t’es grave belle. 

  • t’es mignon(ne).
  • t’es belle (/beau), toi. 
  • t’es canon. ( = you’re smoking hot). 
  • t’es con(ne). ( = you’re an idiot) - i’ve seen this used a lot flirtatiously.
  • t’es drôle. ( = you’re funny)
  • t’es magnifique. 
  • t’es charmant(e). 
  • t'es coquin / coquine! ( = you’re such a tease.)

the ‘social and the flirty’ 
inspired by my class facebook chat and group. some of them are direct quotes (:
these can be used as compliments / or flirtatiously. depends on your relationship with the person you’re giving them to. 

  • cette beauté chaton, tu m’ éblouie. ( = you dazzle me with your beauty.)
  • une beauté divine. ( = a divine beauty or: you’re so divine.)
  • ouloulouloulouloulou. ( = you really have to hear this one.)
  • tu brilles de mille feux.
  • j'te pécho. ( = like the equivalent of ‘to pick up someone’ in english). 
  • bg, or beau / belle gosse ( = hot guy, hot girl). 
  • une petite merveille. ( = a wonder, someone to be marveled at). 
  • une bombe. ( = bombshell, someone pretty - same thing as ‘belle gosse’.)
  • le petit côté mystérieux femme fatale je kiffe. - je kiffe means i like. 
  • la beauté à l état pur ( = beauty at its purest form). 
  • dingue! ( = crazy, as in crazy beautiful). 
  • j'ai pas les mots.( = i have no words). 
  • wahhh, la classe! ( = classy!)
  • c’est fou, tant de beauté ( = you’re so beautiful, it’s crazy.)

flirting at a bar or restaurant? 

  • t’as d’beaux yeux, tu sais? the phrase ‘you’ve got beautiful eyes’ pretty much works in any language (though, i think it sounds extra gorgeous in french). the phrase actually comes from a french film called le quai des brumes. fair warning: this is an extreme cliché, : it’s basically the english equivalent of do you come here often? it can be said ironically, if you’re not the cliché type. best with a wink and a devilish smile (; 
  • je peux t’offrir / vous (formal) une verre ? : can i buy you a drink?
  • vous êtes célibataire ? mais comment est-ce possible ? - you’re single? but how’s that possible? 
  • vous venez souvent ici ? - do you come here often? ha, classic.  a phrase that transcends cultural barriers: “ the sentence could be followed up by complaints — about the bartender, about the clients or about how the bar isn’t as good as it used to be. a french tradition is râler, a sort of complaining. finding things to complain about is a way that many french people choose to bond with new acquaintances. this is not true of anyone.
  • t’as une miette (you’ve got a crumb) as you pretend to stroke something off of someone’s face, first with your fingers, then with your lips.
  • tu m’excites ! ( = you turn me on.)
  • “j’ai une première édition de ‘à la recherche du temps perdu.’ tu veux le voir ?” -  i have the first edition of “in search of lost time. (written by proust). do you want to see it?” in france (for me, at least) cultural knowledge is sexy. in America, we often ask if you’d like a nightcap. choose something cultural and intellectual in france, and you’re far more likely to get a oui.
  • je veux te revoir. ( = i want to see you again.) 
  • alors, ça roule? ( = how you doin’ - joey, friends.)
  • excuse-moi. est-ce que t’embrasses les inconnus ? non ? donc, je me présente. excuse me, do you kiss strangers? No? then let me introduce myself.
  • excuse-moi, j'ai perdu mon numero de téléphone. est-ce que je peux t'emprunter le tien?“ excuse me, i seem to have lost my phone number. could I borrow yours? 

let me know if you’d like to know more! you can never be too charming (:

shoutout to nb lesbians who feel like no girl is gonna want you bc you’re nonbinary and you don’t fulfill the Lesbian Criteria™ you’re as much of a lesbian as anyone else and you’re gonna find your girl don’t worry ab it

So in our very first session, my group did a small section of a pre-made campaign so we could all get used to the game since only our DM had played before. It was a simple rescue mission and I had just charmed someone to gain information on the captured NPC.

DM: Tell me, what can I do to help you?

Me: Well gorgeous, we’re looking for our friend… *leans over the table* what’s his name again?

Wizard: I’m pretty sure it’s Harry or Barry or something.

DM: Wow I don’t think you’re really friends with this guy.

Me: No, no, we are! His name is Barry Allen the Fastest Man Alive–

Entire Table: *bursts our laughing*

Bigotry follows the 5 Stages of Grief

I had a Shower Moment ™ the other day where i realized that most if not all forms of bigotry follow the 5 stages of grief. here i’ve even provided some examples:

1. Denial

“Transgender doesn’t exist (in nature)”

“Gay doesn’t exist (in nature)”

“Female sexuality doesn’t exist”

“Black intelligence doesn’t exist”

“Pagan souls (and thus inherent value in their lives) don’t exist”

“Disabled people’s value to society doesn’t exist (ie. if its not monetary it doesn’t count)”

2. Anger

[Insert every slur and hate crime ever. I’m not gonna list them individually. Its too varied and too depressing.]

3. Bargaining

“I don’t have a problem with them calling themselves whatever gender they want, but I don’t want them in my bathroom”

“I don’t have a problem with gay people, I just don’t approve of that lifestyle”

“I’m okay with my woman wanting sex, but only if its with me and whenever I want it”

“I don’t have a problem with them living in my neighborhood, but I ain’t letting them marry into my family”

“They don’t have to go to the same church as me, but I can’t stand them wearing their pagan symbols in public”

“Yeah sick people need help, but only if they’re really truly sick (as I define it) and not faking like most of them are”

4. Depression

“You just can’t say anything now without offending someone

“Back in the Good Ol’ Days you could [insert bigoted action without social consequences here]”

“These [slur]s just ruin everything! Now they’re in my [media of choice] too!”

“Well [person or media of choice] bought into that politically correct crap, so I guess I’ll have to stop watching/reading/listening to their stuff”

5. Acceptance

[That long awaited day few seem to reach where they stop being as much of an egregious asshole about whatever bigoted views they once held]

why the fuck does this happen?

my bet is because bigots are grieving a worldview that was once comforting in its familiarity and assuredness that they have since discovered is outdated

is it still shitty what they do?

hell yes

then why the fuck did you make this post?

because understanding why someone does a thing can help you figure out how to convince them to not do the thing

but there is other shit bigots pull that’s not on this post!

yeah. sometimes (additional) abusive behavior gets thrown in. usually in the anger stage but can happen in any stage. all i can say to that is sometimes people have bad coping skills. or are incapable of things that help minimize the damage they do to others before it happens. or they just don’t care how much damage they do.

sometimes the additional abuse is an attempt to force things to go back to how it was before. those tactics don’t work. or at least don’t work in the long run, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t leave a pile of hurt, broken, or dead people behind in its wake. 

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Life Is Strange: Before the Storm Just got announced, and you know what that means…another sad sapphic love song on ukulele, this time about Amberprice.

Download at soundcloud source.

~

she was an angel
she was a leo
she helped me dye my hair in the sink

she was the bringer of change and of spring
wearing her flannel and feather earring

she made it okay, to not be okay
made me believe that someone would stay…

she was a charmer
she was a changer
she could fit in with every crowd

but I fit with her, like a storm for my cloud
pulled into the eye of her, high off the ground

she made it okay, to not be okay
made me believe that someone could stay…

she was a model
she was a rebel
one second with her you’d know she’s a star

and I kissed her hard on an old junkyard car
and I carved her name on the wall in a heart

she made it okay, to not be okay
made me believe that someone could…
that someone would stay…

~

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ok so i made this post a couple days ago and an overwhelming response to it is “maybe people are mad because it’s bad writing, did you think of that” and you know what? sure, i’ll accept that, if someone actually explains what the bad writing is

can someone please explain that, really. i want to know.

Replaceable Part 3!!

Lance was woken by the sound of the castle alarms blaring. He quickly rolled out of his bed and put on his armor. He took a quick look in the mirror to see how he looked. He is eyes were still puffy and red from all the crying, but if any of the others asked, he could simply blame it on the sleep. Running his fingers through his hair to make it look presentable, he took a final glance at his reflection and ran to along to the pounding sound of the alarms. Lance reached the room just as Hunk was. Hunk sent him a small smile, in which he returned. His smile quickly fell however when he turned to look at Keith, who was clearly trying to ignore him, not even looking in his direction. Lance swallowed around the lump in his throat. *No. No more crying.* Allura clapped her hands together, getting the attention of the team. “Okay, Paladins! We’ll be arriving on the planet in just a few ticks, so just a quick reminder that this alliance is very crucial to Voltron and stopping Zarkon. Everyone must be on their best behavior! We have to make sure that we secure this alliance, no matter what!” *Oh yeah…* Lance thought. *I completely forgot about the alliance..* “Princess, we are now landing!” “Thank you, Coran. Alright Paladins! Let’s greet our, hopefully, new alliances!” As Lance stepped onto the foreign planet, he looked around in awe. It was beautiful here. There were enormous, strange looking buildings that looked like skyscrapers. The planet reminded him of New York, only there was a peaceful, calm aura surrounding the place. It was clear to see that this alien race was very civilized and advanced with technology, which also meant weaponry. They would definitely be a powerful ally for Voltron and the fight against Zarkon. Allura led them to a large building that resembled a mansion, but it appeared to be made out of an iridescent, chrome material. Coran stepped forward. “It’s made out of a material that’s virtually indestructible. And you may have noticed that you can’t see into the building, but once you are in the inside, you can see the outside. I believe you have something similar on Earth. Two-way mirror is it?” Pidge nodded with her mouth hung open while the other paladins looked around in awe. “It’s beautiful.” Shiro murmured. Lance nodded in agreement. He could feel the excitement bubble up inside him as they drew nearer to the entrance. When they entered the building, Lance was not disappointed. It appeared as though there was some sort of celebration going on. Hundreds of chandeliers made out of glowing blue crystals hung from the ceiling, creating a soft blue hue to light up the room, giving a calming effect. Rows and rows of tables were lined up, displaying an endless buffet of food Lance had never seen before. The aliens there were all dressed in various ball gowns, some of which seemed to sparkle like it was made entirely out of crystals and jewels. And there was music softly playing in the background. Everything was breathtakingly beautiful. One of the older looking aliens recognized them and walked over to Allura. “Ah, hello Princess Allura. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” Allura bowed deeply. “The pleasures all mine, Queen Lilith. I would like the introduce my Paladins, the team of Voltron.” The Queen’s eyes shined as she gazed at them. “Yes, yes! I would like to thank you for everything you have done so far. The task you have been assigned is very challenging and dangerous. It is quite impressive the things you have accomplished.” The Queen turned to Allura. “Now, I do believe we have business matters to discuss. Paladins, please enjoy yourselves. This party was thrown for you after all.” The team sheepishly gave their thanks. Lance turned to the party, eyes alight. *Finally, time to relax and have some fun!*
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Everything was going amazingly. Lance’s belly was stuffed with delicious food, everyone he talked to was incredibly respectful and kind. He was…happy. He smiled genuinely for the first time in what a felt like a very long time. Everything was going perfect. That was until he talked to Hunk. Lance noticed Hunk talking to a trio of female aliens who were all wearing elegant gowns. They were all giggling as Hunk was flushed red and rubbing the back of his neck. Lance knew that look. Hunk was uncomfortable. What kind of friend would he be if he didn’t come in the save the day for his best bud, his right hand man? So, Lance made his way to them. “So, what are you lovely ladies doing this fine evening?” One of them turned and giggled. “Oh, we were just asking Hunk here about his adventures as a Paladin.” The alien let her hand trail down Hunk’s arm. “He’s very strong and brave. And quite cute if I’m being completely honest.” The others around them giggled in agreement. Lance chuckled and shook his head. “Sorry to be the bearer of bad news ladies, but Hunk right here.” He threw an arm around Hunk’s shoulders. “He’s already a taken man.” Lance felt Hunk stiffen underneath his arm. “Lance, what are you-” “And who is the lucky lady to have such a handsome defender of the universe?” One of the girls pouted. “Well beautiful, that would be one rock hard gal by the name of Shay. You see, from the first time Hunk looked at her, he was smitten. You should of heard him-” “Lance, can I talk to you for a second?” Hunk interrupted. Before Lance could reply, Hunk dragged him away from the group, and to a secluded corner. “Hey, what’s up buddy?” Lance grinned. “Don’t ‘buddy’ me.” His smile fell. “What was that all about?!” “Wha-what?” “Who gave you the right to just start running your mouth about my feelings or relationships?” Lance slowly took a step back. “I-I’m sorry, Hunk. You just looked uncomfortable and I thought-” “No. That’s just it. You didn’t think at all.” Hunk gave him a hard look. “Did you ever think how that made me feel? Lance, that was embarrassing! Shay and I aren’t even dating, and the only reason I told you that I liked her is because you’re supposed to be my best friend!” “Hunk, I am your best friend!” “A best friend wouldn’t just spill out the inner most secrets to compete strangers! I thought I could trust you. I guess I was wrong.” Lance could feel the familiar heat behind his eyes. “H-Hunk..” “Just leave me alone, Lance. And just try to think of others feelings before you think of yourself. And stop trying to 'help’ me. You’ve done enough 'helping’ already.” With that, Hunk turned and left. Lance stood frozen, unmoving. Feeling the heat increase and the water beginning to form in his eyes, he quickly left. He had to get out of there. He couldn’t cry in front of these people, he would just ruin the alliance. *Just like I ruin everything else. But where could I go?* Then, someone was calling to him in his mind. *Blue.* Lance ran back to the castle, avoiding his teammates. He couldn’t let them see him like this. When he got to Blue’s hangar, he could already feel himself starting to crumble. The dam behind his eyes cracked and the tears began to flow. He ran to Blue as she lowered her head and open her mouth for him to enter. Lance threw himself into the pilot chair, drawing his knees to his chest and allowing the tears to flow freely. “Blue, why do I have to mess up everything? I try to help, but I just end up making a bigger mess of things. I knew I didn’t belong here. I was never meant to be a paladin of Voltron. I’m just a weak, pathetic, excuse of a pilot. Keith was right. I’ll never be a true pilot of Voltron. All I am is a cargo pilot.” Lance muttered bitterly. Blue tried to send him comforting thoughts, reassuring him that he did belong and that she CHOSE him to be here paladin, but Lance ignored her, letting the grief and shame consume him.
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Lance was still in the castle with Blue when he heard a thunderous crash outside, followed by several screams of panic. He ran to the nearest window to see what caused the commotion. When Lance glanced toward the sky, he gaped at what he saw. A large Galra ship was hovering in the air, and it suddenly projected a hologram of a scarred, angry Galra. “Paladins of Voltron, I am here in behalf of Zarkon. We know you’re here! If you do not reveal yourselves, this planet will perish.” Lance watched as Hunk, Pidge, Keith, and Shiro ran outside the building, facing the hologram. “Ah, there you are.” “What do you want from us!?” Shiro shouted. “Hmmm..I actually have a deal to offer.” *A deal..what could he possibly have to offer that would interest us?* Lance pondered. “Do not think we haven’t noticed that you have stolen information from our database, but what caught my attention was what you specifically searched. It appears that you are looking for your fellow species, one that shares DNA to the Green paladin.” Lance gasped as he saw Pidge pale. “Where are they?! What do you know?! TELL ME!!!” Pidge screamed. “Haha, be patient gremlin. We do have the information about these humans you are looking for, possibly even their coordinates. But in exchange for your the information, you have to prove your strength to me and pry the information from myself. Let me see the strength a member of Voltron has.” The others sneered and shouted at the Galra while Lance set his jaw. He knew what he had to do.
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“I’m going.” “No Shiro, if you go, who’ll lead Voltron? There’s a very high chance that whoever goes will not come back alive.” “It’s either I’m going, or no one is going, and that’s final.” The team was still arguing when they were caught off guard by thunderous laughter. “Ahahaha!! It appears we have a challenger!” The team whip around, just in time to see the Blue lion headed straight toward the ship. The Glara ship begins to take off, the Blue lion right on its tail. “LANCE!!” The team ran after them, but they were slowly losing ground. Shiro quickly turned on his communications in his helmet, allowing the others to hear. “Lance! Lance! Do you copy?!” “I hear you loud and clear, Cap!” “Lance, what the quiznak do you think you’re doing?! Get back here right now! That’s an order!!” “Sorry Shiro, but I can’t do that. I’m getting that info.” “Lance, you can’t do this; it’s a suicide mission!!” Shiro screamed desperately. “That’s okay Shiro. I’ll do whatever I can to help my team, especially if it’s concerning their family. I may never get to mine again, so if there is a chance that I can help any of you get back with your family, I’ll always step up to the plate. It’s time that I tried to do something right, instead of being a disappointment to the team and ruining everything. Besides.” Lance chuckles weakly and let’s a few more tears escape, dripping off his chin onto the control panel. “I’m replaceable.”

The Temptation of Voices

Originally posted by xopsychogirlxo

A/N: Bucky Voices Soulmate au.

Everybody was born with a soulmate. It was part of everyday life. There were shows dedicated to the meetings and ensuing romance and passion between soulmates but not every part of the situation was good. Once your soulmate was gone you didn’t get another one and living alone outcast you from society. Everyone lived in fear of the day the voice in their head would disappear forever.

You lived in fear of losing your soulmate. Watching your mother deteriorate into a barely surviving shell after your father was killed in a car crash left a streak of fear that chased off any loneliness. You dreaded the day you would meet the voice in your head because you knew once you fell you’d never manage to crawl back up.

Over the years you’d perfected tuning him out and lived a life like that of your best friend Minnie. She’d lost her soulmate at the tender age of eleven and had just gotten along with her life. Your voice was usually silent anyway, well it had been for over two decades until around six months ago when you’d started hearing a low gravelly voice commenting on your everyday life. It was unsettling to say the least, especially because it was so sweet. The temptation just solidified your resolve to avoid him at all costs. Losing him would kill you.

You were locking up the coffee shop you owned after a busy day. It was just down the street from the former Stark Tower and got a lot of tourist business. All those strange people who liked to sit outside and watch the doors hoping to catch a glimpse of one of the avengers. Personally you’d never seen the appeal but that may just be because in the battle of New York your cute little shop had been blown to pieces. You were allowed to have your bias though especially when you’d actually met Tony Stark once and the experience was less than pleasant.

He’d come into your shop a few months before he went missing and ordered everything on the menu just to spite his friend. When you and your girls had finally finished running around and getting all of his drinks set out on the counter he’d just smirked and raised a brow at his friend before throwing a wad of cash on the counter and strolling out empty handed. It wasn’t the arrogance that pissed you off, it was the disrespect towards you and your staff that made you swear you’d never serve him again. Apparently he’d changed but you were sceptical. A douche of that proportion would never change.

You set off walking to your apartment glancing around instinctively. It was still early evening but it was too quiet. Goosebumps raised along your arms and the hair on the back of your neck stood up. Crossing your arms, you began to walk faster. Something didn’t feel right.

What’s wrong? His deep voice sent shivers down your spine. You crossed your arms and marched on ahead determined to dismiss him and the silly notion that something was wrong.Look I’m sorry for whatever I did but I can feel your fear. If you’re in danger please just tell me. I can help. You snorted to yourself in derision. Who did he think he was? You didn’t need some knight in shining armor to save you from the chilly evenings of Manhattan. It’s a dangerous city doll. That didn’t change. You just carried on forward, at least until you saw someone move out of the corner of your eye. You grabbed the compact from your coat pocket pretending to check your makeup whilst looking behind you. A few men were stood talking together. Looking at you every now and then. This could not be happening. This sort of thing only happened to idiots who went out alone at night. You sighed with a scowl.

Shit. What? I think I’m being followed. Fuck. Where are you? You weighed the risks for a second then thought: I’m not telling you that, who the hell do you think you are? This is not the time for misplaced pride Y/N, please just tell me where you are.

Sweat gathered at your temples as you flitted between your choices. Put yourself at the risk of getting half of your soul torn away or see what what would happen if the creeps behind you caught up. It won’t be anything pleasant doll and I’ll have to hear it all through here. I can’t bear witness to you getting hurt. You looked behind you before you made your decision and saw one of them smile at you with full teeth. His eyes were dead.

You bit your lip as your resolve hardened further. I’m just passing Star-Avengers Tower. What?! Really? Go inside right now. Your brow furrowed at his tone but you ducked through the rotating doors anyway. All of the gimmick stores and odd shops were closed but you walked over to the cafe in the corner anyway and sat down on one of the uncomfortable metal chairs left out. The receptionist gave you a funny look but continued with her work. Figured, she must be used to a lot of weird shit happening around here. Oh, you have no idea.

You watched the windows to see if your stalkers would walk past but the streets were empty apart from the odd straggler getting into a cab. It was actually more unnerving having them out of sight.

Suddenly a large man in workout clothes vaulted over security and ran towards the doors. He was beautiful in a rugged sort of way and you couldn’t help but be transfixed by his long dark hair swaying with his movements. You didn’t even process the metal arm until he spun around and scanned the lobby. His eyes finally landed on you but you were staring at his arm. The place where it met his skin looked seared and painful. That must’ve been excruciating.  It was. Your eyes snapped to his in shock.

“James!?” You shrieked in disbelief. He nodded and walked over to you with a strange sort of cat like grace. You noticed his footsteps made no noise. At all. “How-what-are you kidding me?” You sputtered. “What are you doing here?” You looked him over again “Dressed like that?”

He pulled up a chair and sat opposite you perfectly composed. “I live here doll.”

A/N Part 2 

Part 3

A Broken Spell (Jimin/Reader)

Originally posted by sosjimin

Genre: Smut -Idol!AU, Sex Hotline Worker!AU

Words: 1.7k+

Author: Admin Roop

Summary: Before, Jimin used masturbation as a way to aid his stress and calm him down after a long day of practice. But now all it gave him was a bigger amount of stress on his shoulders. Jimin thought it was beyond stupid to get someone to help him, especially if it was over the phone.

Tags: Phone Sex, Lowkey Subby/Dom!Jimin

Authors Note: I lowkey have a part two planned out but lemme know if ya’ll want it. This isn’t the best I’ve written but I tried, anyway, enjoy, feedback is appreciated!! :))


You smiled to yourself at his nervousness. “I’m guessing this is your first time doing this, Jimin?” You asked, moving from the chair to your soft, more comfortable bed.

“I-is it really that obvious?”

“It really is,” You giggled, “But it’s fine. I’ll talk you through it. Would that make it a little easier for you?”

Jimin gulped deeply. He was new to all of this, to the ‘talking through the phone’ and to the ‘getting your orgasm when a girl talks sexual to you’ kinda thing.

Too put it simply, Jimin was going through a dry spell. Nothing he did was able to get him to reach his high. Attempting to masturbate didn’t work for him no matter how much he tried, not even porn worked for him. The last two months had left Jimin with two things; anger and desperation. It pained him to go through the day without having to think about his dick not ‘functioning’ anymore.

Before, Jimin used masturbation as a way to aid his stress and calm him down after a long day of practice. But now all it gave him was a bigger amount of stress on his shoulders. Jimin thought it was beyond stupid to get someone to help him, especially if it was over the phone. He found it shocking that his own band mate, Yoongi, had the number of what was called a sex hotline worker - that totally meant he’d used it before, to fix his very own ’problem’. Or he simply liked talking to someone about how he’d wreck them instead of imaging the erotic things a female could do with him.

“Just try it out, it helps a lot, trust me,” Yoongi’s words floated around Jimin’s head as he rested the phone against his ear, contemplating if going through the embarrassment was really worth getting his dick functioning again.

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DUFF (CHAPTER 5)

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Chapter 5

╳ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

╳ Genre: fluff, smut, angst

╳ Summary: Being the Duff has really changed you.”“Excuse me, the Duff?” I asked, my voice rising a little at the end.“You know, the Designated. Ugly. Fat. Friend.”


No missed calls. No missed texts. Nothing.

It’s been 5 days since Jungkook and I’s little fling.  Most of my thoughts have been swarming around him. Disgusting, right? How am I supposed to act when I see him next? Am I supposed to act like it didn’t happen? Still treat him like the dick he is? But because I kind of liked it, should I act grateful? Okay, fuck that. The last option was too far. And I absolutely did not like it.

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God, when Taako remembers. When he remembers the things that happened during their missing century, when he remembers the ship and the Hunger and his life. When Taako remembers each plane—some better than others—when he remembers this one in particular, it breaks him.

He forgot her. He forgot the most important person in his entire life. He forgot his heart because she was right all those years ago. She was right about each of them being the reason the other made it. He forgot double carbs at breakfast and the dankest nap ever and perfectly cooked turkey made just for her on their birthday.

“…that’s something that can’t be broken or lost or taken away.”

It breaks him and it ruins him and it fuels him because how dare someone take her from him? How could any of this happen? He didn’t lose her, she was taken.

He grips his—her—umbrella tight and sets his feet and gets ready to fight. For Magnus and Davenport and Merle. For Angus, for Lucretia, for Barry, for the stupid fucking jellyfish

For her.

Because she was right, just like she always was. Because it’s so important.

komoii  asked:

Do you think (if it isn't too much trouble) you could give me a couple of art tips? I really love the way you draw and it would be really nice if I could get pointers from an artist I like. Don't feel you have to though! :)

hmm..

-don’t shade with black!! blease!!

-if you’re just doodling i recommend doodling rly rly fast!! especially when it comes to full bodies or dynamic poses!

-try practicing thinner lines in lineart! idk why but it helped me??

-remember to take breaks to stretch!! your back will thank u!

-use reference pictures! NOT the drawings of someone else bc everybody makes mistakes in their art and its best if you use an actual picture as a ref!

-dont trace! that way you won’t learn anything :o (unless you’re lazy like me, i usually just trace like backgrounds from pictures sometimes or some furniture but usually its best to try and draw it by yourself!)

-dont go too crazy on luminosity and overlays and such if you use sai! sometimes less is more (unless you really  know what you’re doing)

-although luminosities and overlays may help setting the tone of the drawing!! i recommend finding some inspo on tumblr and it’s fanarts! there are also plenty tutorials on how to color!

-shade with a darker colder color from the base color and light up the drawing with a warmer lighter color!

-it’s just my opinion but i think that sometimes a more cleaned up sketch is much better than really stiff lineart! although i’m not saying you should stop practicing it tho >:O

-it’s ok to take breaks from drawing but make sure they’re not too long! i’m not saying you should full on paint 3000x3000 paintings but at least doodle a little!

-make sure your colors dont blend in together! i had this issue with coloring where sometimes the skin had the same as the background or the hair for example lmao

-when you are doing lineart, have your sketch layer set really low so you can see what you’re actually doing

-make sure your drawing fills out the whole canvas! don’t be afraid to crop your drawings unless you have backgrounds!

-don’t give up! it’s not a race! and have fun!

-remember that progress doesn’t happen overnight and be patient >:0

this is what i’ve learned over the years at least :O

the “dear evan hansen 10 things i hate about you au” that literally nobody asked for

I thought I was alone but @arimarris apparently loves this au as much as I do so here we go

v long sorry it’s under the cut

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