if you asked me what this is i would tell you i have no idea

Meeting Drarry shippers in public

So I was in the Harry Potter section of Hot Topic a couple weeks back looking for more Slytherin stuff (you can never have enough) and there was an EXTREMELY talkative employee stocking the shelves next to me with T-shirts. He noticed I was already wearing a Slytherin t-shirt so I guess he took the hint that I was a slightly obsessive fan. I have no idea. Anyways, naturally he started up a conversation with me.
“So are you a fan, or are you like… you know… a FAN?” He had asked me. And I knew EXACTLY what he meant. So I told him I was the second option (he winked at me) and had a Tumblr dedicated to Harry Potter (I didn’t tell him that my Tumblr was the gayest thing since my birth because I thought that might weird him out. Anyways).
So of course he had to ask me who my favorite fanfiction authors were, which surprised me because I would not have guessed he read fanfiction. This just goes to show how painfully prejudiced I am without even being aware of it. So I said @julietsemophase and saras_girl and his eyes got SO BIG OMG
and he just goes
“YOU BELIEVE IN DRARRY TOO?”
And I swear he had the biggest smile on his face and it was SO funny to me.
Like here I am in Hot Topic, and this guy has to be in his late 20’s. He’s really genuinely attractive, looks like he works out, long hair, and definitely not my idea of a nerdy Fangirl type. At all. And here he is, flipping out in the middle of the store about gay wizards. It was a truly magical experience. I love making new friends.

Being Sebastian Stan's love interest would include... (Headcanon)

Request: NOT REQUESTED

Summary: The title is pretty self-explanatory…

Word count: 478

Warnings: None

A/N: If you have any other ideas related to this headcanon, PLEASE TELL ME THEM!!!

Originally posted by stuckybarnesrogers


Seb being the perfect gentleman in public
Opening doors for you/helping you up the stairs
But on the set, it’s SOOOO different
Seb constantly tripping you up
Making you laugh behind the camera
Making you laugh during the most inappropriate moments
Director: “Y/N, we are making a horror movie, not a comedy!”
Director: “Y/N, Seb, you have just witnessed your family being killed. I don’t get the joke?”
Director: “Y/N, Seb… You know what? I give up. I retire!”
Fans shipping you to the next level
Fans calling you ‘Mum’ and 'Dad’
Awkward questions being asked at ComicCon panels
Fan: “Y/N, judging  off of the sex scenes you have filmed with Seb and any personal experience, how good is he in bed?”
Y/N: “Why do you need to know that?”
Fan: “A science project for school.”
Y/N: “Oh well if it’s a matter of life and death I guess I have to answer!”
Seb: “Wait! Hold on! What do you mean by 'personal experience’?”
Star gazing in the middle of late night shoots
Seb: “A shooting star! Make a wish!”
Y/N: “What did you wish for?”
Seb: “Another increasingly explicit sex scene.”
Pranking each other on set
Slagging each other off in interviews
Interviewer: “So, Y/N what is it like working with Sebastian?”
Y/N: “Horrific! He constantly messes around, always up to no good, ruins the set. He really is a pain in the butt.”
Seb *voice faintly heard in the distance*: “I heard that!”
Leaving weird gifts in each other’s trailers
Seb leaving you a bouquet of flowers one day and a sex toy the next
The gifts getting weirder and weirder as filming progresses 
Makeup artist: “So what did he leave you today, Y/N?”
Y/N: “A pile of loose change…”
Makeup artist *desperately trying to sound optimistic*: “You never know, it might come in handy one day.”
The loose change did indeed come in handy as you spent the whole day throwing it at Sebastian and screaming at him “PEASANT!”
Having to get over the awkwardness and slight fear of being naked in front of each other
Seb having to take a break because he’d pulled a muscle flexing so much
Filming a fight scene
Accidentally punching him in the face
Sebastian dramatic falling to the floor in pain and pretending to cry, 
Y/N *while flexing and staring straight down the lens*: “Hulk 2.0, will shortly be in a cinema near you.”
Taking pictures at the premiere together
Messing around in the screening
Throwing popcorn at each other
Having to answer questions the next day about a film you didn’t even end up watching
The press tour
Sitting next to each other on plane rides
Watching movies at the exact same time so you can laugh together
Ending up sleeping on each other
The cast picking on you both for being so cute
Being the most stereotypical tourists and pissing off all the local people


A/N: REQUESTS ARE OPEN and constructive crititism is appreciated!

Originally posted by hardyness

I wish I could kiss him. Damn! Don’t think that in front of Queenie. Bugger! She’s grinning, oh no, she knows I like Newt…

“Please, don’t tell him!” You begged her suddenly when everyone but Queenie and you left the room, and she grinned. “Queenie!”

“Fine! But you have to tell him eventually.” 

“What a good idea! Why haven’t I said something earlier? Oh right, he does not like me back!” You huffed sarcastically and crossed your arms moodily. You wished you could have shielded your thoughts. 

“Are you sure?” She smilled even brighter and you knew that something was fishy about her sly smile.

“Did you read his thoughts?” You asked and she shrugged her shoulders.

“I can’t stop it, and yes, I did. He likes you. You’re his best friend and you’re probably the only one who he would even consider to really, really like.” She held a giggle nack. “He thinks you have a nice behind. He tries to hide his thoughts.”

“Applesauce!” You were quite shocked. Newt was never someone who gawked at women and told you if they had a nice cleavage or behind or smile. Never. You had assumed he was asexual and that his beasts were his only true love. “You’re kidding me.” 

“I’m not.”  

“Oh bugger, what should I do. I can’t go up to Newt and tell him that I have crush on him. That’s weird, even for me.” You exclaimed helplessly and groaned, but stopped when you heard a soft ‘Oh’ behind you,stiffening. Turning around, you looked up and saw Newt at the door, looking surprised at your words. You gulped and blicked, your throat suddenly dry. 

Queenie smiled and left the room and you cleared your throat. 

“Well, that was not how I imagined it at all.”

Reid x reader:
Imagine the reader being younger than Reid.

Warnings: big age difference, fluff/smut???, talking about cases

The team notices right away that something was on Spencer’s mind. It had been for the past couple months. It starts becoming obvious when boy genius himself starts messing up his facts.

“What’s up with you, pretty boy? Who’s got your panties in a knot?” Morgan asked him on the way out of the office.

The two were tired from a long day at Quantico and ready to be home.

“Knot? What makes you think anyone’s been doing anything with my panties? Did someone say something?” The doctor stuttered.

“Wow there. No I can just tell you have been distracted. Is there something you want to tell me?” Derek raises his eyebrows, stopping at his car.

Reid thinks what the best idea would be. He trusted Morgan but he also looked up to him and wondered what he would think.

“I met someone.” Reid’s mouth speaks before his brain has a chance to catch up.

Morgan can’t say he was surprised, he heard something from JJ but they were all just assumptions.

“A little lady caught the eye of Spencer Reid? Now how does one do that?” Derek smirks.

Reid has a silly grin on his face, he shrugs and looks down at the ground.

“She is- she’s pretty amazing.” He brags.

It was a relief to finally get it off his chest. For the past 3 months he’s been having to keep it a secret. He wouldn’t usually be hanging around people like you. Not unless he was on the job.

Not that there is anything wrong with you. Like he said you are amazing; smart, funny, beautiful. Everything he wanted in a girl.

You were pretty much his dream girl, except you are real.

“So when do I get to meet her?” Morgan wonders.

A question Spencer couldn’t answer. Both of your schedules were pretty full. You and Spencer had talked about meeting your friends next weekend at Rossi’s.

“Soon hopefully.” Spencer said before both him and his coworker made their way home.

When you heard the door start to unlock, you put your book down.

You greet the boy at the door.

You throw your arms around his neck before he has a chance to put anything down. He hugs you back.

“Did you get settled in?” He asks, closing the door with his foot.

You nod, you got into town this morning, Spencer was already at work so you have been at his house all alone. You two planned spending the spring holiday together. A whole week and a half of just you and your boyfriend.

You two untangle from each other and he puts his bag on the hook by the door. You loved Spencer’s house, it was what you wanted yours to look like. Books everywhere, almost OCD clean.

A love of books is what drew you and Spencer together so quickly.

“I think I need to shower.” Spencer announces, taking his coat off and hanging it will his bag.

“I think I’ll join you.” You smile and follow after him to the bathroom.
*
Spencer and you had been enjoying your time here. Times where he was at work, which seemed to be a lot, you found something to do.

You were never really bored, Spencer had an abundance of books and the city was interesting to explore.

You two were laying in bed, you were nearly asleep when his phone started ringing.

“Hello?” He answers, you knew he was asleep because he sounded half asleep. “Okay.” He says before hanging up.

“Who was that?” You ask curiously.

He starts getting up from bed, wearing only his robe.

“We have a case. They need me.” He gets into his dresser.

You frown, “It’s nearly two in the morning.” You whine.

He walks over to you leaning over you. “It’s all part of the job.” He kisses your lips and starts to get dressed.

You begin to doze off, the last thing you remember is Spencer covering you with a blanket and kissing your forehead.

When you open your eyes, the sun is flooding through the window, it’s just past noon.

You sit up, the house still empty. You check your phone and there is a message from Spencer. He says they had to go to New York for a case but shouldn’t be long.

You groan, you had homework to do but you wanted Spencer. You laid in bed for another hour before actually getting up. You made coffee and started right up on your homework.

You only stopped twice, to make something to eat and when Spencer called.

“I’m sorry, this really isn’t what I wanted to happen.” He apologizes over the phone.

“It’s okay, it’s your job. People need your brains.” You smile.

You can hear his laugh over the phone. You missed him, you were happy to be at his house than in your town. At least when he comes back you will be here.

“You doing okay-” Spencer starts.

“Who’s that?” You hear a voice on the other end of the line.

“I- I gotta go.” Spencer rushes.

You exchange goodbyes and hang up the phone. You knew Spencer hadn’t told his team about you. It was obvious why, you couldn’t help but feel he was embarrassed of you but you knew better than that.

You knew Spencer’s feelings for you were real, he cared so much about you and never missed a chance to show you.

Spencer had been talking to you about going to meet some of his friends tomorrow. They are meeting up at a coworkers house and he wanted you to meet them.

You couldn’t help but be nervous. He spoke so highly about his friends, you wondered what they would think.

The rest of the night you read and watched tv on your phone. Spencer of course did not have a tv which you found ridiculous. He was not that into electronics but everyone needs a tv.

You tried to stay up as late as you could, not knowing when Spencer would be home. When you found yourself falling asleep while reading a book, you knew it was time to call it a night.

It was almost 3am and you could barely keep your eyes open. You changed into one of Spencer’s shirts, surprisingly you hadn’t really worn one before. Spencer wasn’t the type of boyfriend who just gave away his shirts.

He doesn’t gets how sexy it is.

With that, you cuddled up in his bed by yourself and drifted to sleep. The next morning you woke up again around noon. You lifted your head up in bed to catch sight of the sleeping boy next to you.

A smile spread across your face, his hair is sprawled out across the pillow.

You roll closer to him and kiss his bare shoulder. You rub his back as he starts stirring. He rolls to face you and you automatically gasp.

“Spencer.” You say.

“Don’t worry, it’s not as bad as it looks.” He scrunched up his beaten face.

You cup his face, “This is the thing I don’t like about your job.”

“I know.” He smiles and pulls your head down to kiss your lips.

“Come on, let’s go out to breakfast.” He suggests.

The rest of the day was amazing. You two go out to breakfast then he spends the rest of the day reading to you. Your head in his lap as he reads The Narrative of John Smith to you. You notice he barely has to look at the book but that doesn’t surprise you much.

You two start getting ready to go to Reid coworkers house.

“Are you sure you want me to come?” You look at him through the mirror of the bathroom while drying your hair, a towel wrapped around your body.

“Yes, you are an important person in my life. I want you to meet the other important people.” He comes up behind you and kisses your cheek.

Having him by your side makes you feel better about everything. When you guys load into the car, you take his hand. He smiles at you, you can tell he is nervous too.

He cares so much about his team, if they don’t approve it with crush him. When you get to the nice sized house you park out front. You both sit in the car for a couple minutes.

“I’m really excited to meet your friends, Spence. I just want you to know, if they don’t like me it won’t change anything between us.” You comfort him. You have met the team before, it was before you and Spencer had even met.

“I think they are going to love you. I think it’s just at first they will be… confused.” He says.

You two finally exit the car and make your way to the door of the modern house. Spencer knocks and plays with his fingers while waiting for it to open. When it does there is a Middle aged man on the other side of the door.

He looks at you, then to Spencer then back to you before finally greeting you.

“Well hello. You just be Y/N.” He reaches out to shake your hand. “I’m David Rossi.”

You smile and shake his hands, “I’ve heard great things about you. It’s nice to meet you.”

He invited us in and there are multiple other people standing around the kitchen island.

All eyes go over to you guys and you can see the shock on everyone’s face. You wait for someone to say something and luckily Rossi finally does.

“This is Y/N, everyone.” He introduces you. He tells you everyone else’s name.

You smile at everyone and you and Spencer slowly start to merge with the group.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” Prentiss says.

She seems very nice, you already had heard so much about the team, you felt like you knew them.

“Weren’t you at the college campus we were at?” She asks.

You were surprised she remembered. They came to your college and did a presentation about what they do in the BAU. It’s actually where Spencer and you met.

“Ah! That’s where I recognized you from! You were the girl who knew everything about everything.” JJ jumps in.

You’re honored that’s what they remember about you. It’s not that you knew everything about everything, it’s just no one in your class know much about anything. So when they asked questions you were the only one who really answered.

“Well it’s good to see you again.” Prentiss says.

You nod, this is going a lot better than You’d thought.

“So how did you and Spencer get together?” They asks.

You are a bit embarrassed, it makes you feel even younger to explain how you started seeing each other.

“Well after the lecture I actually came up and asked him a couple follow up questions.” You had already thought he was attractive from the beginning of the lecture. “He answered most of them but gave me his card in case I had anymore questions. So I called him the next weekend.”

Now it’s been a couple months. Time is really flying by.

Spencer walks up beside you, you smile at him. You think he just wants make sure you are all getting along. You actually really like Prentiss and JJ.

“Can I get you guys any wine?” Rossi offers Spencer and You. That’s when You notice almost all the rest of the team has a glass of wine.

You look up at Spencer awkwardly and he scratches his head.

“She can’t uh-” He starts.

“I won’t be 21 for a couple more months.” You finish.

The team is all the sudden quiet, all the conversations that seemed to be had suddenly stopped.

Reid is quite a bit older than you He celebrated his 32nd birthday this last fall.

“So your 20?” Garcia clears up. Her and Morgan are standing together. You so would think they were together but from what You heard from Spencer that’s just how their relationship is.

You nod and everyone stays silent.

“Well I guess Reid isn’t the baby if the group anymore.” Derek finally days.

You don’t know whether to laugh or be insulted. You take a step closer to Spencer. His hand finds yours.

“ I mean we all were joking you would be perfect for him during the lecture.” Rossi says.

“Yeah, you sounded so much like him it was kind of scary. Having one Reid around is intimidating enough.” Hotch smiles.

You think Spencer was right. It was a little awkward at first but after they get to know you, your age difference won’t even be a thought in their mind.

You look up at Spencer and smile at him. He smiles at you and kisses your forehead.

Next you just have to worry about telling your parents.

for the many of you who have been asking about my vietnam war era hamlet ideas: i finally typed up a little something to share with y’all about my future directorial plans. i plan to keep shakespeare’s original text in the production, with minor changes and/or cuts as needed. (the only major cut would be gertrude’s death, i think it’s important for her to be alive at the end, and you’ll see why.)

this production focuses on the conflicts between younger and older generations, american hyper-praise of masculinity and what it means within the concept of war, and what happens when people put trust into political institutions blindly. this production also exploration of sexual identity and queerness, drug use, and how war affects all aspects of life.

(sidebar: these are all original ideas of mine, so if you end up using them, citation/credit is necessary. if you end up doing a vietnam war era interpretation of hamlet after reading this, please tell me, i want to hear all about it!)

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Drabble Challenge! 1-100

Rules: Followers send a number to your ask and you write a drabble using that sentence/prompt in your piece. Try to keep up! Expect a TON of requests!

  1. Stop acting like a child!
  2. Retrace your steps.
  3. You don’t have to worry, I’m here.
  4. Don’t you just wanna reach out and touch it?
  5. I said “movie day”, not “moving day”!
  6. Fine, go out with your friends. I hope you have fun!
  7. That’s hot! Hot! Hot!
  8. What the hell did you do to my car?
  9. We’ve been married for years and you won’t even help me ____
  10. Do it now, or we won’t have sex for a month.
  11. Did you change all the clocks?
  12. It’s not a toy, it’s an action figure.
  13. Are we lost?
  14. Don’t tell me to stop, you’re not my mom.
  15. Where would I be without you?
  16. You ran over my foot!
  17. I’m like the hulk.
  18. Take out the trash or so help me God!
  19. Do we have a spare?
  20. You know I don’t like when the power goes out.
  21. Babe, that my ____(insert body part here)
  22. I am not telling you how I lost my virginity, nope.
  23. Shopping? For eight hours?
  24. Show me your texts or it’s over.
  25. I just had a couple drinks.
  26. Why haven’t they invented bowling on ice?
  27. Take notes. Watch and learn.
  28. You hit me!
  29. You lost…but you’re still MY little winner.
  30. It’s not that hard…that’s what she said.
  31. You spent how much?!
  32. You stayed home last weekend, come on. You’re coming this time.
  33. Did you just fart? ‘Cause you’re blowing me away.
  34. No, you’re not fixing it again. Call a plumber.
  35. 239 DVDs and yet nothing to watch.
  36. I said a pot of coffee, not just a cup. Go get the pot.
  37. Is it to late to say…celery?
  38. I have a headache, be nice for once!
  39. If I were famous…oh wait…I am!
  40. Just call me Gandhi.
  41. You’re sitting in front of a space heater in the middle of summer…
  42. Do it and I’ll shave your eyebrows.
  43. I’ve been looking everywhere!
  44. We can either just cuddle, or you can sleep on the couch?
  45. I’m stuck at the office.
  46. What is this? 20 questions?
  47. Explain why the remote and Cheetos are in the bathroom.
  48. I’m not eating frozen pizza for the third time this week.
  49. Have you seen my chainsaw?
  50. They’re not coloring books. They’re “adult” coloring books.
  51. Hand over the cheese grater, or else.
  52. Shut up and get off the dance floor.
  53. Do you like guacamole?
  54. It looks like you’re driving me to my death.
  55. You love me and you know it.
  56. You’re going deep SEA fishing?
  57. You’re not even a boyfriend, you’re kind of like a dog.
  58. Trust me, I’m a doctor. Well, kind of, not really. I have Hello Kitty bandaids though.
  59. …but my phone’s dying…
  60. What would you do for a Klondike bar?
  61. Explain why there’s a bra under your bed.
  62. They’re curtains, not window blankets.
  63. What would you do if you were locked in an elevator with me?
  64. Did the lights just flash?
  65. Take out the garbage! This is like the 10th time I’ve asked!
  66. It’s not a donkey. It’s a mule.
  67. I told you I don’t like boats, why’d you drag me out here?
  68. Shh, don’t say a word.
  69. Road trip?
  70. I just want to watch the sunset and you gotta be creepin’.
  71. How’d we end up at the Grand Canyon?
  72. Do you prefer colored pencils or crayons?
  73. Bear attacks are a legitimate fear.
  74. Blankets are for quitters.
  75. Get back here and put on some pants.
  76. You spent how much???
  77. You switched our pillows, savage.
  78. Egg Rolls aren’t meant to be breakfast.
  79. Any other day, I might just want to die.
  80. I warned you, if you were late one more time…
  81. Wanna runaway?
  82. I was kind of wondering if maybe…could we…you want to go to the movies with me?
  83. It was supposed to be perfect! Now everything’s ruined!
  84. Don’t trip.
  85. The best thing in the world is waking up beside you.
  86. You said you weren’t going to leave, no matter how hard things got.
  87. I just tell myself things will get better.
  88. Karma’s a b*tch
  89. Omg, this is my favorite song. Dance with me!
  90. It was an accident. I was cooking…I’m not going to the hospital.
  91. I think the roof is leaking, or it might just be raining inside.
  92. It’s a blizzard out yonder.
  93. I forgot we had a cat.
  94. You want to explain why my window is broke?
  95. Did you go through my underwear drawer?
  96. Why’s it so small?
  97. Amen.
  98. It was a dark and stormy day when…
  99. Your love is just a lie.
  100. *Make up your own*

Happy Writing!

Can we PLEASE kill the idea that Luke Skywalker was “just” a “whiny teenager?”

Like douse it with gasoline, light a match, watch it burn?

Let’s review, okay?  So Luke doesn’t want to do his chores, he had a plan for his day - he wanted to get off the farm and go to Toshii Station for “power converters.”

Translation:  He wanted to run off, goof around and have fun with his friends.  Like any typical teenager would.  OF COURSE HE WOULD WHINE.

I DARE ANY OF YOU TO LOOK BACK AT YOUR TEENAGE YEARS AND WERE ASKED TO DO YOUR CHORES WHEN YOU ALREADY HAD A FUN DAY AT THE MALL/ARCADE/BEACH/WHEREVER PLANNED WITH YOUR FRIENDS.  I DARE ANY OF YOU TO TELL ME THAT YOU NEVER EVER EVER WHINED WHEN YOUR PARENTAL FIGURES DENIED YOU YOUR DAY OF FUN.

Also, Luke was raised on backwater moisture farm, unlike Leia, who was raised with pomp and royalty and a lot of privilege.  Leia made the most of what she had to do some good in the galaxy and she does GREAT.  And that’s awesome. 

Luke’s main concern was to get off Tatooine.  He KNEW he could make a better life for himself.  He KNEW if he went to the Imperial Academy - which, apparently, was the equivalent of leaving your small town and going off to college - he could achieve his dreams of being a pilot.  Luke wasn’t raised with money and position and privilege.  What he had to prioritize was to make a better life for himself.  And that’s understandable.  And that’s perfectly okay too.

When Obi-Wan tried to call him to “adventure” by telling him the “truth” about his heroic Jedi Knight father, Luke originally says no to this.   To him, becoming a Jedi is beyond his ken.  He just wants to be a pilot.  He wants to FLY.   It’s a simple, achievable dream.

And then he comes home to find that the Empire has killed his aunt and uncle.  The only family he’s ever known. 

At that point, Luke had two choices.  He could whine.  He could cry.  He could accept - as many others in the galaxy had accepted - that the Empire was vast, evil and uncaring and that there was nothing that he could do about it.  He was still just one, ordinary TEENAGE farmboy.  What else could he do?

And there was another choice.  The choice that crazy Ben Kenobi was offering.  To learn the ways of this mysterious Force.  To become a Jedi Knight like his father before him.  To pin his hopes and his faith that he can somehow acquire the knowledge, the skills and the power to fight back.  To avenge.  To have justice.  To make the Empire accountable for what it had just done. 

And you know what?  Luke Skywalker, scared, confused teenage boy doesn’t whine.  He makes the risky, dangerous choice.  He takes a stand. 

He fights. 

And he actually wins.

—  Please Stop Picking on My Cinnamon Roll Son Luke Skywalker, a Blanket Fort Manifesto by Darth Stitch
au ideas you never asked for
  • “HEY STOP! YOU’RE STEALING MY NEIGHBOR’S DOG! WHAT THE FU – oh, they hired a dog walker? hahaha haha.. ha… carry on”
  • “i’m in the nurse’s office a lot with migraines and you’re always in here organizing her tongue depressors and i really don’t think you go to this school so what gives”
  • “the building manager neglected to tell me the window washers would be coming by today so excuuuuuuse me for thinking that twenty three floors up was high enough that i could dance around in my office without being seen”
  • “you’ve been awkwardly inching your way towards the human sexuality section of the bookstore i work at for like fifteen minutes are you looking for something in particular or –?”
  • “you and your friends have been playing the penis game in the library for the last five minutes and none of you have gotten above a quiet yell and i’m really just trying to study over here so i’m gonna put an end to this by winning the game”
  • “it’s 2 in the morning and i was just trying to get home but i left my sunroof open all day and now there’s a squirrel in my car and it scared me and i drove into a pole – would you please stop laughing you’re a cop. you’re supposed to be helping
  • “my favorite band dropped a new single today and i’ve had it on repeat for seven hours and i can see you judging me but that isn’t going to make me shut it off"
  • “hey new neighbor it appears that your dog likes me a thousand times better than she likes your partner and they’re really jealous and i’m sorry but not really because hellloooooo there”
  • “you can’t get tattooed drunk, come back in the morning and if you still want my name on your ass we’ll talk”

anonymous asked:

confession headcanons (how/where they would confess to their s/o) for phichit and yurio?

Phichit:

-Despite what you’d think, he doesn’t do anything public, since he’d feel a bit like he’d be forcing s/o into it

-Instead, he makes a cake and presents it to his crush with the question

-Yes, a cake

-He’s actually pretty talented at baking

-Also, if he fails a few times at confessing, he’ll just straight up tell them


Yuri:

-Mila made him do it

-’Yuri, you can’t keep liking someone without confessing forever.’ ‘Watch me’

-He lost the battle

-Buys flowers and asks s/o out on a dinner

-It was Mila’s idea. That woman is pretty much the mastermind behind his love life

-Is very, very red while confessing

Tord- !!!

Edd- ugh, fine. I’ll ask. Now please just drop it. 

Tord- Edd, what are they talking about.

Edd- I don’t know. Everyone keeps telling me to ask you about a robot under the house. 

Edd- So, I know this is dumb, but, there’s not a giant robot under the house, right?

Tord- Edd, of course I’m not hiding a giant robot under the house. Don’t you think you would have seen it?

Edd- I know, sorry for the dumb question. 

Tord- Ahh no reason to be sorry. That would be a good idea for a story though,

Edd- yeah that would be pretty cool! Maybe I’ll make a comic about it! 

You know what? I’ve never been happy that I’m gay. I may say that I’m happy with my sexuality when straight people ask me, but it’s because the truth is so much harder to explain. I’m not happy, because I would 100% in a heartbeat choose to be straight over being gay. It’s not easy to say, but I want to explain it. 

Ever since I was a small kid, my dream was to be a mum. I love the idea of carrying a child, of holding my flesh and blood in my arms. But now that idea stings because I know that child will grow up being judged because of me. Not only can I not protect my child from bullying, like so many parents wish they could, I have to know, even now, that through some twisted logic they are being punished for me.

I have to carry the fact that my love will always be a political act. Try as I might to divorce my love from that, it never will be. I don’t want to have to fight. I don’t want to have to defend myself. I want to be able to tell someone I love them and for it to mean that, and just that, and only that, and yet because I’m gay our love becomes more than just that. It becomes something for others to state their opinions on, for others to project their beliefs onto. My love becomes a case study, an example point for my friends, relatives, and mere acquaintances to whip out when they want to back up their ideas. 

I’m sick and tired of going online and seeing people complain about LGBT representation “flooding” their screens, tired of going outside and hearing the same feelings echoed, because every time that happens I am reminded that I am a token, not a person. My existence disrupts. I am a discomfort to others.

If I come out early in a friendship, they are uncomfortable because I am forcing my sexuality on them.

If I come out late in a friendship, they are uncomfortable because I withheld information so long.

There is no correct time, because no matter what I will make others uncomfortable.

I have never been happy with being gay, because I wish I could be a person, not a discomfort, not a political idea, not a debate. But I accept myself, and love myself. 

hereismykaleidoscope  asked:

i'd like to do my end-of-degree project about something related to queer history (since i'm studying history) but it's very usa centric all what i know and i'm from europe, plus idk how would people react when i tell them (like maybe they'll try to convince me to do another topic) and^this would mean to out myself and this all is dismotivating me from doing it. any idea of where i could look into (i was thinking about asexuality or trans/nb history) or any message of positivity and confidence tx

Alright so there are a number of things we would love to address in this ask. First European queer history, so with that you have two avenues you can go through; a person by person basis (so if you go in depth on one person who happens to be queer such as King Kristina of Sweden then no one can say anything because you are just reporting the facts of a subject) or a queer movement in which case our suggestion is you look at pre-WW2 Berlin for an absolute wealth of information. 

And now for how people will react. I am never going to try and push anyone into come out, and I don’t know enough about your situation to know if it safe, or if it is something you really want to do and will make your life easier, but I will give you some excuses in case you don’t want to come out. 

“I am just trying to be a good ally”

“I am really interested in this period of history/person”

“I find unrecorded history really compelling”

“I have a friend who told me about it and it seemed really interesting.”

But you also can come out this way, if you feel like that is something you want to do and are comfortable with this method then this is a good way. Or you could come out earlier if this isn’t the way you want people to find out, but you want to be out.

Lastly know that no matter what you do or what you decide you are the product of thousands of years of work and lifetimes dedicated to pushing forward queer rights. And whatever you do or do not do, you are a credit to all the people who have come before you just by existing. No matter what choice you make, I am proud of you, and I truly believe that so many of the people I have written about would be too. 

If you decide to research you are furthering the work of giants like Magnus Hirschfeld, and Arthur Kronfeld. If you choose to take a different path and stay in the closet and write in subtext and code you follow the footsteps Oscar Wilde or Greta Garbo. 

And we here are proud of you, for your desire to do this work, even if you don’t end up doing it right now I can promise you the desire will never leave. Whether you end up doing this paper or not this desire is going to find its way into your work, there is no creator who has been able to fully separate themselves from their creations. So no matter what you do, it is going to be amazing, and it is going to make all the people who have come before you proud.

3

Being best friends with Taehyung lead you to meet Jimin, and fall in love with him. You confessed, but he rejected you… How are things gonna go from there? 

| Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Three.Five | Part Four | Part Five | Part six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Fifteen.Five  | Masterlist |

A/N: This is JIMIN’s PHONE! if you didn’t notice lol, so i thought it was necessary for you to know how amazing of a person Jimin actulally is. That’s all, you can cry now. And i loved making this series for you guys, so so much. Thanks for all the good comments i received. Take care, &  remember you can always tell me what you think

Sorry if there are some mistakes. If you think you have an idea that would be good for a text series, or a set of mine, or a moodboard, send me an ask, and if i’m ok with it i’ll try to bring it to life. :) (I’ll have a better masterlist coming soon)

Breaking... Ch.2

A/N: Part two is finally done and it’s pretty long! I have no idea how to make links so if someone could message me and tell me how that would be apreciated ;-; Once I figure that out I’ll put one to part one on here so that no one has to go through my blog. Anyways I hope you enjoy! Here’s all the people who asked to be tagged, if you would also like to be tagged then just shoot me a message and I’ll add you in the next part! @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit @renae-writes 

ok this is my attempt at trying to link this to part one

Part one

Word count: 3965 (oh)

Warnings: Anxiety/Panic attacks, allusions to sexual assault, more cursing(there will never not be curing)


Breaking Promises

             There was no way, this was literally physically impossible. No Y/N, what are you crazy?  Of course you didn’t travel back in time! There had to be some sort of explanation to this! Yet for some reason you couldn’t help your mind wander to that possibility. What if you had actually gone back in time? How would that even be possible? What are the consequences to you being here? How much have you changed by just breathing where you weren’t supposed to? More pressing, how would you get back if this was all real? This couldn’t be real, maybe you fell in some weird coma dream after that guy shot you. Hell maybe you were dead. You hadn’t even noticed how tight you were clutching your chest, how heavy and painful your breathing was.

             Everyone had their eyes glued to you, Eliza was holding onto your shoulders to help you stand. Angie and the two little boys looked scared about what was happening. Alexander looked like he was trying to keep his composure but his eyes were searching for answers. You could see their lips moving but it took a few moments before you could actually hear them. Eliza’s voice flooded over you first, it sounded diluted, almost washed out.

“Y/N! Dear, you’re safe, you have nothing to fear.” Her voice snapped you back slightly, only enough to the point where you could actually look at her. She was simply glad that you were finally being responsive.

“Yes, that’s it now. I am here, we are here. I’m going to count; focus on what I’m saying. Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf…” She kept going, your head bobbing ever so slightly to the numbers but every time you thought you were about to calm down another thought came to mind. What if I really am dead? If I’m not, then how do I get back home? Can I even get home? Am I stuck here for the rest of my life?! Eliza looked over at Alexander frantically, he looked you in the eyes as his voice replaced Eliza’s. His was more clear than Eliza’s was.

“Miss Y/N, if you can hear me I would like to ask you to please nod your head.” You were able to do so and nodded slowly, a small bit of relief could be seen in his eyes.

“Very good, now take a deep breath with me.” He breathed in and you were able to shakily follow along. Eliza joined in with her husband, her voice was no longer hushed like it was before. Her voice was soft and comforting, she was a mother after all. A good one too if we’re being historically accurate. She was able to guide you through breathing well enough as to where you no longer were shaking, that was good. You fixed your posture and Eliza loosened her grip on you, for the first time in who knows how long you were able to speak.

“I’m, I’m sorry…” Your voice was feeble and weak, everyone’s gazes softened.

“Do not worry dear, you have nothing to apologize for.” Eliza said reassuringly.

“I have not seen anyone react to anything like that since the war. I do not know exactly what I said that upset you, but you should not be sorry, if anything I am sorry.” Alexander stated, his eyes completely focused on you to ensure that you wouldn’t regress.  You nodded along, your head aching, not quite the same way it was earlier but still debilitating. You rubbed your forehead with the palm of your hand before taking one last deep breath. Okay, this is real, at least in some capacity it is. I really don’t want to think I’m dead so I should put that thought on hold for now. I’m standing in front of Alexander Hamilton, the very first Secretary of Treasury, the guy on the $10 bill. If I really have gone back in time, then I have to be careful. I could literally change all of history if I meddle around at all, hell even existing here is probably screwing everything up. Stupid Butterfly Effect. You made a silent promise to yourself to not break history; it was probably for the best anyway.

             Opening your eyes, you saw Alexander and Eliza standing in front of you with worried eyes and downturned lips. These people, they don’t know who you are or how bad is it that you’re there. They don’t know anything about you and yet they treat you like a dear friend. You at the very least needed to thank them.

“Mr. and Mrs.…Hamilton I, I just wanted to say thank you for helping me, you know, calm down. That hasn’t exactly happened in a while…” You weren’t lying, it’s been a long time since you had a freak out like that. Not since graduation if I’m remembering correctly.

“My dear, there is no need to thank us. But you seem to be under a lot of stress, perhaps you need to take a break?” Eliza asked. Are we running away for the summer to go upstate? Shit, Y/N this is not the time for musical references! Pull yourself together! You allow yourself a moment to scream internally before responding.

“That won’t be necessary, I’ll be fine in just a second. Maybe we could sit down or something?” Wow that sounded dumb. Nice job trying to deflect yourself from the situation!

“Yes, perhaps that’s-“ Alexander started to speak before he was interrupted by a familiar, female voice.

“My apologies Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton but I wanted to inform you of Philip’s arrival…” Rachel locked eyes with you. “Miss Y/N! What’s wrong, did something happen?” She asked worriedly. She was standing in front of the now open front door, you could hear the sound wheels and some odd clacking from outside.

“Yeah, I’m fine Rachel, don’t worry.” You smiled at her meekly. Just as you were finishing your sentence a figure stepped up behind Rachel. He slid past her in the door way and his eyes scanned the room, his gaze finally fell onto you.

“Ah, Philip! Back later than usual aren’t we my son?” Alexander interjected with slight suspicion. Eliza patted him lightly on the arm before smiling at the young man making his way towards us. Wait… Philip? As in Philip Hamilton, the ray of sunshine in the midst of darkness? The sweet sunshine boy!

“There he is! My drop of sunshine! How was class today, love?” Eliza beamed. Oh praise we were right! The name is canon! His eyes never left you as he made his way over.

“Fine, class went well as always, mother… More importantly however, who might this lovely lady be?” Oh, of course this is coming from Mr. Let’s-strip-down-to-our-socks. I may indeed look good in my frocks but it is not happening today sir! He stops in front of you, holding out his hand with his palm facing up. He bows lightly and introduces himself.

“As for myself, I am Philip Hamilton.” He spoke with a slight chuckle and a sly grin. It took a second for you to realize you were supposed to give him your hand. You placed your hand on his palm, raising your hand to his lips he pressed a ‘polite’ kiss to your knuckle. This cheeseball really thinks he’s being slick, huh? You did your best to keep a straight face.

“My name is Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you, um, Philip was it?” You tried to hint that you were not interested. He stood back up with that grin still plastered on his face. You could finally get a good look at him as he stood in front of you. His slightly curled hair paired with the freckles splattered on his face reminded you of a piece by Jackson Pollock. Autumn Rhythms. His clothes were similar to his father’s but with color and fit were slightly different. The color itself was interesting, from far away it seemed to be grey but up close it looked to be more of a dull cyan.

“Yes, it is Philip, and if I may be so forward I’d like to say that your name is quite possibly as lovely as you.” This little shit, sunshine my ass, more like fuckboy. Wait a second was he the original fuckboy? Oh God no The Founding Fuckboys. You decided to stop thinking about that and try to look as serious as possible for someone thinking of ‘The Founding Fuckboys’ as a phrase used for the fathers of our country. You pulled your hand away and folded your arms behind your back, giving a sardonic smile towards his general direction. Alexander cleared his throat.

“Philip, my son, we were discussing some rather pressing matters before you arrived.”

“Oh? What matters exactly?” Philip questioned.

“I believe it would be best for us to sit down at the table first, supper is ready after all.” Eliza touched your arm gently before turning her attention to Rachel, who had stayed surprisingly silent throughout the conversation. Both of them turned to head down a separate hall, Alexander and the children followed them and just as you were about to join them Philip tapped you on the shoulder.

“Miss Y/N, as the eldest son, it would be politest of me to escort you to the table.” He held out his arm for you to take. Seriously? Okay, at this point this is just getting ridiculous.

“Thank you Philip, I’m sure it would be polite of you to lead me down a hallway, but I can walk myself just fine thank you.” You started to walk away with a bit of annoyance, you stopped and turned to look back at Philip. He looked shocked, not upset or angry, just shocked. You decided to add something to even the playing field slightly.

“Also, Mr. Hamilton, calling me Miss seems a bit formal. Just call me Y/N, after all I’m probably around the same age as you.” Although you were still a bit annoyed by his previous attempts to flirt when you clearly weren’t interested, you couldn’t help feeling a little sorry about how dejected he looked. You gave him a friendly smile and you could literally see his shoulders relax. Wow, was he really that tensed up? His surprised expression was quickly changed to one of intrigue. He folded his arms behind his back and spoke up once more, even his voice sounded more relaxed.

“Very well then… Y/N, forgive me, my behavior was not very becoming of me. If you could find it in yourself to pardon me for my actions, then I would be greatly appreciative.” His voice was softer and genuinely apologetic.

“You’re forgiven, now we should probably follow the others. Don’t want to miss dinner right?” You chuckled and turned back around to walk down the short hallway. Philip jogged up to walk beside you, a soft laugh escaping him as he approached. The two of you walked toward the dining room, Philip making offhand jokes about his parents along the way. Everyone was already sitting and adjusting themselves to be more comfortable by the time you had gotten there. Angie’s head perked up when you stepped into the room and when she noticed Philip at your side a mischievous grin replaced her innocent smile.

“Ooooh! Philly’s found his beloved!” She teased happily. You couldn’t help but laugh at her antics. What did Alexander call her earlier? Sunshine girl? Yeah, she’s the real sunshine in this house.

“Angelica, please, it’s rude to insinuate such things.” He buried half his face in one of his hands, you could tell he was a little embarrassed.  Oh siblings, the only people who are allowed to ruin your day. You walked to an empty seat at the table, Philip was about to pull the seat out for you but he stopped himself.

“Sorry, force of habit.” He shrugged with a smile before making his way to the other side of the table to sit across from you. You shook your head and rolled your eyes. Well, at least his little shit levels are manageable. What a dork. On the table you saw some sort of bread? It looks like bread but it’s got a funny shape to it. A few older women came out of a set of doors, their clothes were similar to yours and they were carrying bowls in their hands. A bowl was set down in front of everyone, when yours came you could finally see what it was. Some kind of stew? Honestly why am I surprised, New York was prominently Dutch during the colonial era. Wow I really am majoring in history aren’t I?

“Y/N dear, I know you’ve been having…a rather trying day so you do not have to tell us what happened quite yet. But if you think that you are well enough then we will listen.” Eliza cooed. What happened? What is she… Oh shit this is bad. I showed up on their doorstep with blood pouring from my head and definitely not wearing the proper attire for the century. Not only that but I’ve been saying things willy-nilly, how the hell am I supposed to explain my situation? You looked up to see Philip staring at you, not so much at you actually but at the bruise on the side of your forehead. Did he not notice it until now? Okay, if I tell them I don’t want to talk about it I’ll just have to do it later. I need to think of something now while I remember everything I’ve said in the past few hours. Come on, four years of Drama Club don’t fail me now! You took a deep breath to ease your rapidly beating heart.

“It’s fine Eliza, it’s probably best to get this off my chest now rather than later.” You cleared your throat. Alright, keep it simple and easy to remember.

“I’m from upstate New York, although I haven’t lived there for some time. When sickness came through downtown, my father decided I was to move down to North Carolina. I’m the only child that survived to adulthood so it was rather important that I stay as far away from the illness as possible.” Yes! Off to a good start! Everyone at the table was fully invested in what you had to say. They know that I can read, that’s what Eliza meant when she said she was surprised that I was educated. Only wealthy people were well off in education. I’m going to have to explain that.

“Honestly, my father is the one to thank for my wellbeing. He insisted that I have the best education; my mother was educated as well. I learned to read and write. He also made sure I had an appreciation for art as well as music. Though I must confess, I always had an infinity for politics and history. And my father indulged those interests.” Alexander seemed to take the most interest in what you were saying. Shit, I’m running low on ideas… Okay, Okay, what’s left? How I got here and why… Grand Finale I guess? I don’t know what to say… Fuck, this is going to get personal, I have no other options here. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Unfortunately, my parents passed from the disease last year. Land and money can’t be passed down to unmarried women so once word of their deaths went around I had several…visitors.” Damn it all.

“There was…one in particular that was, uh, a bit more aggressive than the others. I came back to try and get away from him but he found me. I was lucky to escape before anything really serious could happen.” You couldn’t help but look away from the eyes staring at you.

Eliza was the first one to break the silence. She swiped at her eyes and, after clearing the lump that formed in her throat during your story, she pushed her chair back and rounded the table to get to you. Eliza enveloped you into a warm embrace.

“Oh, you dear, sweet child. How horrible! No lady should ever be put into that situation. And no gentleman should ever press his advantages. I cannot even imagine! No wonder you were in such a disarray when you arrived.” You were taken aback for a moment but you couldn’t help it when you hugged her back. She pulled away and smiled warmly, smoothing down your hair with one hand. Alexander slowly stood up and walked to stand beside his wife.

“I believe I speak for all of us when I say that we would be honored for you to stay here with us.” He said with a proud smile. How are they so nice? Eliza nodded in agreement.

“Yes, Alexander is right. We’ll have a room set up for you in no time.” You didn’t know what to say for a second. You felt guilty for lying to them, even if they weren’t total lies and you knew you couldn’t actually tell the complete truth. All you need is a place to stay until the threads of time shove you back to the time where you belong.  Until then you need to lie low and try not to destroy the space time continuum. Easy, no problem at all.

“You’re too kind to me Eliza, thank you both so much.” You smiled as wide as you could manage but you knew your eyes were still downcast.

“Now I’m sure none of us want to exhaust you anymore so if you need to talk to any of us we will gladly do so. For now, let us all relax and eat supper, you must be starving dear.” Eliza ran her thumb across your cheek before her and Alexander went back to take their seats. You sat down and looked at the seat across from yours. Philip sat silently for a second until your eyes met. He didn’t look at all like he did earlier, no cheeky grin, no playful shine in his eyes, it was all replaced with something that resembled being distraught. He mouthed a sentence to you so that no one could hear him.

“May I speak with you later?”

“Of course, Philly” You mouthed, giving him a weak smile. Eliza and Alexander sat back down in their seats, an oddly comfortable silence filled the room. You looked around to make sure there wasn’t some specific way to eat the food, you settled with just trying to eat it as quickly and quietly as possible. That was kind of hard though, once you took a bite you realized how right Eliza was. You felt like you hadn’t eaten in days. Eliza filled the silence.

“Alexander, love, how was work today?” She smiled at Alexander, he didn’t seem to be happy though.

“He doesn’t even have a real job… Washington should have done something about him.” Was all that you were able to comprehend through his angry mumbles. Eliza heaved a sigh.

“We talked about this Alexander, John Adams has a job. And while we’re at it you must remember that George is no longer in office, he is back in Virginia, Adams is our president now.” Eliza explained. Wait, didn’t he say earlier that he worked under Washington? How can he work under him when Adams is in office?

“Betsy, I refuse to accept that that man is the leader of the country I fought for! He’s arrogant, ignorant and anti-charismatic!” Wow, he really didn’t like Adams did he? I guess I can’t blame him too much, no one really liked him as a follow-up to Washington.

“If that scoundrel thinks that he has the right to call me “Creole Bastard” than he is utterly mistaken!” Alexander spat. That fat motherfucker. Eliza coughed, practically choking on the tea she was sipping, Angie was staring at you with wide eyes, Philip and Alexander had wide grins stretched across their faces. Philip actually looked like he was trying with every ounce of strength in his body to not laugh. Why are they all looking at me like that?

“What did you just say?” Alexander asked with a sort of twinkle in his eyes. Oh no, what did I… Shit did I say that out loud?

“Uh, what? Did I say something?” You shoved a piece of bread into your mouth so that you wouldn’t be able to say anything else. This isn’t good, not only did I just make a reference out loud but it was also something that you probably didn’t hear women say! Nice job with trying to keep a low profile Y/N! Alexander and Philip both started to laugh hysterically.

“A fat motherfucker? That is a rather astute way to describe him actually!” Alexander howled.

“That is quite the slur, I have never heard someone say something such as that so casually!” Philip snorted. Eliza slapped Alexander on the arm and stared menacingly at Philip.

“Alexander! Do not use that sort of language around the children!” I never knew that you could yell quietly until now, Eliza you truly are impressive! You haphazardly ate the bread that was in your mouth, everything was happening so fast, you didn’t even realize how red your face had gotten.

“I am so, so sorry Eliza! That was extremely improper of me!” Eliza shook her head, giving another sigh.

“It is alright Y/N, my husband and son are also at fault for reacting in such a way. Dear, would it be alright if I asked you to watch your speech, at least around the little ones.” Her voice wasn’t quite unpleasant in that moment, it just sounded like a mom who wanted to make sure her children didn’t say something wrong. Which is exactly what she was. How do mom’s sound so nice yet so threatening at the same time? You nodded in a rather exaggerated manner.

“Of course! No problem at all, I’m really sorry…” You ran a hand through your hair to shake it out slightly. Note to self, never cross Eliza. Mom skills too great.

Supper finished relatively quickly after that, Angie and the little boys from earlier plus one more you didn’t recognize were the first to scamper off. Eliza stood up after a little bit and excused herself, she said that she would be in the garden for a little while. Now that you think about it, even for the time period, her clothes were still a bit off. Her dress was almost flat in the front, not figure hugging like most of the clothes in the 18th century, in fact the cloth seemed to pull away from her body. Weird. Alexander coughed softly to get your attention.

“I apologize again Miss Y/N, I promised you talks of literature during supper. If you would like you may join my son and I in the study. Not only can we discuss Shakespeare, as my daughter has told me you enjoy, but we might also converse on our…mutual distaste for…President Adams” Alexander’s voice strained as he said the last two words. Philip looked at you expectantly, he gave you a comforting smile.

“That sounds wonderful, I’d love to join you.” You sat up from your seat and began to follow Alexander down the hall. You matched your pace with Philip’s so that you would walk side by side. He looked down at you and nudged your arm. Looking up at him to see what he wanted he turned his gaze away, pretending he hadn’t done a thing. You chuckled softly and repeated what he did, he gave you a similar response.

All I have to do is not change history, simple right?

anonymous asked:

would u make a skype chat/ discord server where we can all scream and cry about comics?

that’s a wonderful idea. i keep having people tell me they don’t have anyone to talk to about DC stuff and don’t know what to do except scream in my inbox, and having a mutual place to talk about things sounds interesting to try out

here’s the discord server invite
here are the apps to download on any platform if you don’t have it
here’s a batman pepe

you’re not required to sign up properly (…i think…) and you can use it as any other web chat if you please. i’ll be around here and there so come join, everyone’s welcome whenever to scream about DC

anonymous asked:

A little while back when you drew that SHAMELESS STANGST you mentioned you were working on an AU. Can you tell us about it?

(the ‘shameless stangst’ art in question is this)

aaAAAA I’m so glad you asked!! It makes me so happy that at least one person in this world is interested in my silly ideas, ahahah… First off, I would like to apologize for how long it’s taken to respond. I really wanted to sketchily illustrate a scene from this story I’ve got caught in my mind…

Overall, this AU is my excuse to imagine what might happen and how dynamics and events would change if Weirdmageddon were to come too early. (Specifically, if it happened almost directly after NWHS.)

Generally, it begins like so… (More thoughts under cut. Buckle in, it gets long.)

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Consent advanced our romance

There’s an idea that two people who are truly meant for each other already know each other’s minds. They recognize each other’s soul as being their mate.

My husband and I have been together for about 25 years. We’re extremely compatible. It’s very easy for us to guess what the other would expect or want. We believed we are soulmates since the day we laid eyes on each other.

(Why are we polyamorous, you might ask? People have many soulmates. Read Brida, by Paulo Coehlo, but I digress)

When my metamour joined our family, though, those old guide rails suddenly became out of reach.

I couldn’t tell what he wanted anymore, because the familiar cues were gone. You know the questions… If he wanted me, why did he want her? If he wanted her, then that must mean he didn’t want me.

Etc.

There was a lot of tears and conflict. A lot of getting stuck in our heads and silent treatment while we stewed on our assumptions.

Until we broke​.

There’s two ways to break… Some will break apart. But for us, we broke wide open.

Consent is more than just asking for permission. Consent is also the right to say no, without guilt or pressure.

For as long as we’ve known each other, we both would gladly give anything the other wanted. It’s how I gave consent to my husband to approach his ex for a conversation that unexpectedly snowballed into this new adventure. Long story.

When we broke open, things changed for the better, and fast. He asked me what I wanted. He waited patiently for me to gather the courage to speak the truth (I’d rather not say anything than lie, he knew)

For awhile, I was in so much emotional pain, he couldn’t tell if I wanted him, or wanted him to leave.

So he asked.

And he asked every time we had our time together.

It was easy for me to tell him I wanted him, because that’s all I ever wanted… but from his asking, I learned that he needed to know that he was wanted.

So I learned to speak out loud that I did want him, directly and enthusiastically.

As the three of us adjusted with each other (who am I kidding, we’re still adjusting), he and I found security and assurance in asking and knowing the response would be true and not coerced.

Obvious questions like… Do I want to have sex tonight? Do you like it when I stand close to you while you work? May I have your time this weekend? Is it all right if she and I go out on Friday?

Yes and no come attached with insights to each other’s minds… Yes, please! Of course, I’m happy for you! Not now but later would be good. I’m not comfortable with that and here’s why. Not at that time, but would you consider this other time?

From his asking, I learned that I needed to ask for his consent as much as he asked for mine.

Every date is new and exciting because we don’t assume, we know to ask.

We’ve explored ideas and fantasies that we never had the guts to ask before, even after all these years, because we assumed. Practicing consent has made it safe to ask the crazy question and know that the other person will react with thoughtfulness and honesty.

Seriously, practicing consent is amazing in a relationship. The more the better.

anonymous asked:

Please tell us about some AU ideas you've had?? and maybe small scenarios?? ;w;

how dare you you know i’m a mcfreaking slut for aus let me tell you

MISCELANEOUS AU HEADCANONS:

college au

  • Gladion as that kid who sits at the back and always looks bored.
  • President of the Student Council.
  • His sister is Lillie, she’s in the Biology program.
  • He never gets over his rebellious phase.
  • He doesn’t know what to do with his life.
  • Probably recruited to become a spy or is discovered and becomes a rockstar. There is no in between.

superhero au

  • Gladion has the power of running away from his responsibilities.
  • I’m serious.
  • He’s like… really fast.
  • Sometimes, he can even run fast enough to go to the past.
  • Lillie is the Scarlet Witch, bless.
  • When he’s just starting to get used to his powers he slams into walls a lot.
  • That’s how you two meet, he rams into you and you break a limb.
  • Or you would have broken a limb, luckily you have supernatural healing abilities and you invite him to join your superhero squad.

vampire au

  • he’s literally mika from owari no seraph omg
  • Becomes a vampire because he had to protect Lillie.
  • Ends up becoming like… a double agent for the humans.
  • You’re the human that trusted him and told the other humans in the army that he’s trustworthy.
  • He always asks you to check on the orphanage for him.
  • He blows his cover because a vampire captures you and he intervenes.
  • Saves you from dying by turning you into a vampire probably.

pirates au

  • Typical orphan stowaway.
  • His sister is a Princess and he doesn’t want to inherit the throne so he becomes a pirate.
  • He’s Elizabeth Swan. Hahahaha. He becomes Pirate King. Lol.
  • You are this new Pirate King he expects you to be like this rugged bearded old man.
  • When he meets you he’s like, what wow is it possible to be so wrong?
  • IS SHOOK WHEN HE FINDS LILLIE ON YOUR SHIP

hacker au

  • Accidentally hacks you.
  • You take it as a challenge and you both hack each other leaving funny comments and pranks in each other’s social media sites.
  • Instead of sending a funny cat meme to him to taunt him you accidentally send him a picture of yourself.
  • Gladion sends you a picture of himself and his sister.
  • He asks you out the next day.

hollywood au

  • that novae actor who gets famous because of an indie film where he played a guy who ran away from home
  • everyone thinks he’s a method actor
  • He just has many feelings.
  • His sister comes to the set a lot and strikes a friendship with Hau the camera guy.
  • You’re that mysterious co-star of his.
  • He pretends that he’s not curious but he’s sO CURIOUS.
  • Binge watches all your movies.

gamer au

  • You meet him at a convention dressed up as your fave game character.
  • He’s flattered because no one else noticed his costume 
  • “My sister made it for me.” He says his eyes full of brotherly pride.
  • HER STITCHING IS AMAZING WHERE IS SHE?
  • Proudly presents his sister Will Smith style.
  • When he finds out you are the gamer he’s facing off against in the tournament his game face is on.
  • Even more in love with you than he already was but no way is he going easy on you.

anonymous asked:

How to: subtlety hint you want to suck the soul out of someone's dick?

Omg I love that you asked me this question lol.

But honestly, I have no idea how to be subtle about it. This may be tmi but I love sucking dick (with the right person). I think I love it more than getting eaten out. So when I want to give someone a bj, they’re gonna know.

I think just being upfront about it is the way to go. What guy would turn down getting his dick sucked? Most would be more than enthusiastic.

Just tell him.

Last night I dreamed about sucking your dick and now I have to get my mouth on you.

You look like you would have the perfect cock. Please let me suck it?

I want to suck the soul out of your dick.

Bro, you want a bj or naw?

Go for it lol. I’m not good with subtly, but maybe someone reading this is?

Tell me how it goes!