in love with you both ugh

Endless Summer Rant

Okay so don’t get me wrong, I love this book but it bothers me sometimes. It drives me insane that you literally have to walk on eggshells around each and every character just to make them like you. For example, if you didn’t have the money to spend diamonds on the adventure outfit and you go on the yacht with Lila, then Jake and Sean both lose a point of respect for you because you couldn’t save yourself. Like I spent a lot of time and effort to make them both like me and I’m currently trying to get into Jake’s pants so like stop. Ugh I just needed to get that off my chest. 

For I Think I Still Love You (Do You Mind) (13/16)

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Sorry for the delay compared to over there; I was too tired last night to post in both places, and then a migraine’s had hold of me this morning, which both helped and ruined my sleep-in attempt, ha. I’m almost good now as long as I don’t actually look at anything bright, so here you go.


When Sara gets back to the Waverider the next day—well, later that morning—her lips are still tingling from the kiss Leonard gave her before she left.

She goes straight to the kitchen—galley, whatever—to make herself breakfast, stopping short when she sees Mick and Amaya already eating. Amaya smiles at her in understanding, and Mick watches Sara intently, nodding after a moment.

The professor comes in then, looking around distractedly before blinking at Sara.

“Ah, Sara. And how is your paramour who keeps you out all night?”

“He’s good,” she answers, glancing at Mick to make sure he gets the message. When the room falls silent again for a hair too long, Sara feels a stab of guilt, and she continues. “Sorry I’m out every night, but I usually wait until everyone’s asleep, anyways.”

“Nobody blames you for taking comfort where you can, Sara,” Amaya says, and the professor nods.

“Quite right. Especially after, ah…”

“After the boss tried to kill you,” Mick finishes. He stands abruptly, tossing the rest of his food and leaving the room.

Martin looks down into his mug, then nods politely at both women before leaving. Food forgotten, Sara sighs and slumps down on the stool next to Amaya, crossing her arms on the counter and hiding her face.

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Okay but like you know what

You know what I really want in this life?
I wanna have a conversation with Dan.
Like actually sit down and talk with him over coffee or tea
I don’t care if it’s a 3pm conversation or a 3 am conversation
I just wanna talk with him
Like he is so incredibly smart and the way he thinks is so mesmerizing and honestly refreshing and so I want to have a conversation with him
I want to listen to him speak and express himself and say what is on his mind
I want to talk about the universe and if he thinks that there is an afterlife
I want to know what ticks him off and what makes his heart burst with emotions
I want to know where he sees himself in ten years and if he ever gets emotional just thinking of how far he has come
You know what I want most in this world?
It’s to have a conversations with Dan
Not Dan Howell or danisnotonfire
Just Dan

MC during Jaehee's route
  • MC: ugh, I love jaehee so much ❤️
  • Yoosung: Hahah yeah you guys are such great best friends
  • MC: I wanna kiss her so bad
  • Yoosung: friendly.... love..?
  • MC: I'm proposing to Jaehee tomorrow I'm so excited!
  • Yoosung: ^\\^ Aw hahah! Because you're both single, u won't be alone!!
  • MC: iM GAY'!!!!
  • Yoosung: Haha yeah I'm happy too!

anonymous asked:

Do you have a take on Ryan's tragic backstory? (I know you said you actually have a nicer background for him but i thought you might have a dark version too!)

 Anonymous said: What are some of your head cannons for FAHC Ryan?


Ryan didn’t set out to be what he became. Few children dream of becoming devastation. It’s a trope that is thrown around in all kinds of media – redeemable bad guy, killer with a heart of gold. How quaint. Like most things, the real life version is so much darker.

There’s something bleak and awful in a world renown mercenary who still feels for every victim. Something inescapably tragic in finding satisfaction in an act so personally distasteful. Because Ryan’s never been cruel, exactly. Would never dream of torturing an animal, of hurting a child. Doesn’t even enjoy the majority of the dirty work he’s surrounded himself in. Which isn’t to say he doesn’t enjoy any of it. Doesn’t get some level of dark gratification from his own competence, from the fear he’s sown, the reputation he’s nurtured, the safety he’s crafted from blood-soaked screams and scorched white bones. There was a time when the Vagabond was truly as dispassionate as they say, but since joining the Fake AH Crew the mercenary certainly lived up to the gang’s notorious affinity for flare; Ryan always was a bit theatrical, and the only thing worse than an apathetic killer is one who can see the morbid humour in it all.

Ryan’s criminal career actually begins years before the Vagabond crashed into being. Started like so many others; young and bored, too clever for his own good and desperate for a way to prove it. He drifts into a group who wanted bigger, wanted better, wanted a life society told them was forbidden. It would be easy to say he got caught up in the wrong crowd, pulled along in their wake, but it wouldn’t be accurate. Ryan has been many things but never meek. Never a blind follower. Ryan who could never settle for simply trusting what others tell him, never believing in absolutes he hasn’t tested for himself. Not when he could find another way around, a way under, when he could take the problem apart and find a solution no one else ever expected.

So he joined, he fit in, he rose and he flourished. Ryan wasn’t a killer back then, criminal yes but not a mercenary; they were thieves mostly, would posture and swagger and inflate their own egos but they kept away from the big gangs. At least at first. Because sooner or later things are going to go south and it wasn’t pretty when they did. The group fractures, those who can flee back to their old lives, or into the relative safety of bigger crews, and those left behind have blood on their hands and a bounty on their heads.

Taking a life isn’t quite as difficult as Ryan had anticipated. Awful, of course, and not something he would do without necessity, but the time for scruples has surely passed and if death is what it takes for the last dregs of his gang to live then Ryan will paint the streets red. It’s wrong, he knows. It’s bad, immoral, everything people aren’t meant to be; it’s wrong and Ryan does it anyway. Figures morality is all well and good but won’t help at all if they’re all dead.

For a while it works, their group is small but it’s solid, together they were magnificent. Not that anyone cares about all that, not when the story everyone knows comes after. Comes, of course, with the birth of the Vagabond.

It’s no real surprise that the prominent story surrounding the origin of the most notorious mercenary in the country is as dark and unforgivable as the man himself. A tale of betrayal, of protecting his identity by wiping out all who knew him before the mask, making a name off of the death of those he once called friends. It’s chilling, horrifically fitting and almost entirely untrue; the crew dies, yes, treachery as the hands of one of their own but Ryan is not their Judas.  

The man who traded away their lives for the right price was Ryan’s best friend in all the world, close enough to call brother, someone he trusted so blindly he’d let himself be beaten half to death before he even thought about retaliating. The only crew blood on Ryan’s hands was, it turns out, the most undeniably clean-cut case of self defence, not that it matters in the long run. Not when it plays out in the dark, out of sight, without witness. Not when he’s the only one who walks away, the one who dons a mask and buries his name, retreats from humanity and loses all semblance of mercy. Against all odds Ryan managed to survive. The man he had once been did not.

The story takes on a life of its own and the Vagabond does nothing to stop it; he is, after all, a killer. People should fear him, should run and hide and pray he doesn’t darken their doors. He killed a man who he loved dearly; what line was there left to cross? What sin could be thought too great?

Free from distraction the Vagabond throws himself into his work, takes job after job and sets to building the most terrifying image possible, a reputation full of atrocities which grow with every telling. There are no weak spots for his enemies to target, no useless emotions dragging him down; they say he’s heartless, say he’s inhuman, call him evil, call him corruption, call him nightmare. Eventually Ryan grows used to the way people shudder when they see him, confident in his talents and comfortable with his image. He finally acclimatises to the way mirrors reflect nothing but a cold black skull, and perhaps he couldn’t quite call himself happy but he isn’t exactly displeased with his life.

It becomes cathartic in it’s own way, a sense of satisfaction born from devastation, a sort of peace found in ruin. It makes him his own kind of damaged Ryan knows. Makes him unfixable, maybe. Or maybe it’s that thought in and of itself that condemns him, self awareness of his own desecration, a self fulfilling future of irredeemable wrongness. Either way he knows there’s no going back to how he was. Either way he knows, deep down, that he isn’t sure he wants to. Isn’t sure he’d take back soft, harmless Ryan even if he could, even with the nightmares, the fear and self doubt, the guilt. The glaring absence of guilt.

Ryan isn’t ashamed of what he is, of who he became. He can track his path directly, has run his choices over and over in his mind and comes to the same solutions every time; the Vagabond has always acted with intention. Ryan has always done what he needed to, what he wanted to, always evolved and advanced and overcome. So he isn’t ashamed, but he’s not always proud either. Not always confident that a life spent doing what is necessary rather than what is right is a life worth preserving.  

It’s easier now, in the island of misfit toys, the family of selfish entertainment and bloodstained choices. Easier to justify the savagery of necessity when it is more than just his own life he is protecting, more than just his personal goals he is chasing. In the FAHC Ryan has found the acceptance he never knew he wanted, rekindled emotions he’d have sworn were beaten out of him in a dark alley all those years ago. Like stitching together a ragged wound he’d borne for so long he’d forgotten how to live without it; the scars would never truly fade away, still twinge on the worst days, but all of a sudden he’s faced with a life free of constant misery.

There is no way to repay them for that, for showing him a world where death and joy do not cancel each other out, soothing his conflictions without changing who he has become, for kinship between the equally wicked. Ryan knows they believe he’d die for them, and he would. Would jump right in with eyes wide open, just as self-aware as when he let’s Geoff make a show of his obedience, let’s Jack drag him out looking for ridiculously specific vehicles or let’s Jeremy tag in on a job he could have handled alone. As when he slows down a new trick Michael’s covertly trying to replicate or resigns himself to indentured servitude when Gavin plays him like a puppet; affection clearer in action than he could ever conceptualise in speech, trusting his team to understand.

What they don’t seem to understand is the fact that, if they needed him to, he would do so much more than die for them. To die is nothing, is brief sacrifice, but Ryan would ruin. Would create and destroy and conqueror. Were he asked to he would tear down the whole world around them, set it alight and shelter them from the blaze; a level of devotion that scares even himself when he considers it late at night, beyond thankful for their ignorance. Well, Geoff probably knows, something dark and thoughtful in his eyes when he looks at Ryan, something deeply confident in Ramsey when he commands the Vagabond. Assurance that no threat is idle, no harrowing claim is merely theatrics, and that knowledge alone should be enough to send Ryan running, to remind him of what happens when he lets down his guard, but it doesn’t, not anymore. Not since he recognised the clear display of trust in all that conviction, relishing in the opportunity to prove himself worthy; eyes alight with dangerous promise he now merely looks back at Geoff and has faith.

It’s not perfect; no matter how happy he is with his crew Ryan will still lose himself inside his own head sometimes, a place no other can follow, no other can ever truly understand. For all he is the ghoul in the nightmares of so many others Ryan never could quite extinguish his own demons. After all this time he still goes back and considers all his choices, still asks himself endless questions, gives endless answers, constantly assessing his place in the world, his counts and tallies, his debt. It’s how he reassures himself of the truth.

Did he make mistakes?

Yes.

Does he have regrets?

Yes.

Does death haunt him?

Yes.

Did he choose this?

Yes.

Is he monstrous?

Yes.

Would he do worse?

Yes.

Does he love them?

Yes.

Did they destroy him?

Yes.

Does he love them?

Yes.

Will he destroy them?

Yes.

Does he love them?

Yes.

Is it worth it?

Yes.

Are they worth it?

Yes.

Is he worth it?

.

Is he worth it?

I know this probably goes without saying but Alec and Magnus as individuals are so fascinating and complex. Each with such well-rounded, real struggles and stories. They are both so strong in different ways and vulnerable in others. It would take me far too long to name all of their unique qualities that make them the amazing, fleshed out characters that they are, mostly in part thanks to the insightful performances of Matt and Harry. But the depth that they have seriously blows me away. Alone, they are some of the most interesting, flawed, intriguing characters I’ve ever seen. And the fact that they are in love with each other and compliment each other and help fill in each other’s missing pieces in this sweet, chaotic, inexplicable RIGHT-ness is so incredible and we are so lucky to have these characters in our lives.

Honestly why are boys so dramatic. Like girls’ll be like “I’m sorry, this is best for both of us” and guys’ll be all “I had no malicious intentions, I didn’t mean to hurt anyone at any point. I understand I probably did. I won’t try to explain myself. Going to move to Albania because no one will ever love me, but it’s okay. Don’t worry about me…” Like bitch ok you do that

THE SAN LORENZO JOB IS AN ACTUAL MASTERPIECE like

         

  • Hardison saying that he “didn’t watch the video” because “that would be wrong”
  • “You were drunk. Suuuuper drunk.”
  • Okay and honestly Nate asking the team if they do the job or not gives me actual heart eyes, i love that
  • Eliot has saved the general’s life once… and a half times
  • The team strutting out of the airport all boss-like and amazing
  • STRUTTING INTO THE HOTEL WHY DO I LOVE THIS SO MUCH
  • and thEN they strut on into the room all confident!
  • SOPHIE AND NATE MATCH AND THEY’RE BOTH WEARING WHITE AND AH THEY’RE SO CUTE
  • “I have to agree with Nate, and you know how much I love doing that.”
  • Alec “No-Secrets-On-The-Internet” Hardison
  • LETS GO STEAL A COUNTRY
  • Damien Moreau is such a little hoe, sitting in the president’s office all casual, kicking his feet and drinking it up ugh
  • SOPHIE IN GENERAL juST eek
  • “normal people, parker! normal people!”
  • Parker singing up, “yep 60 feet”
  • and then her goofy little face after she flashes her flashlight around aw
  • “Is she a hooker?” *scandalized Sophie gasp*
  • *looks at Parker with a little ‘never gonna give ‘em up’ expression*
  • “Nate, if stealing a country were easy… everyone would do it” 
  • OKAY BUT SOPHIE CONSTANTLY MAKING SURE VITTORI LOOKS GOOD
  • aw hardison you tricky geek bro and your political ad! 
  • obviously parker pickpockets the president duh what else would she do
  • ELIOT HOLDING PUPPIES AW
  • “I think I hate you” “yeah I’m okay with that…”
  • sophie’s handshake trick ahhh
  • also nate goes to sophie and tries to protect her from getting in the crossfire in case things went south awww
  • PARKER IS SO HAPPY THAT SHE GETS TO GO INTO THE STEAMVENT AFTER ALL
  • “AGE OF THE GEEK BABY”
  • SOPHIE KNOCKS TWO GUYS OUT WITH A CHAMPAGNE BOTTLE
  • “they were taking me to the palace!” “aw you’re adorable!”
  • SOPHIE FAKES HER FREAKING DEATH I LOVE THAT WOMAN
  • “i’m a thief. thieves don’t win elections. we steal them.”
  • YOU KNOW WHAT I HAVE? I HAVE A 24 YEAR OLD GENIUS WITH A SMART PHONE AND A PROBLEM WITH AUTHORITY” CAN YOU SAY I C O N I C 
  • more “AGE OF THE GEEK, BABY”
  • “it’s a dry heat!”
  • “we’d be the cavalry!”
  • “You are utterly unclear on how to be dead. This is the second time in two years where you showed up at your own funeral.”
  • Hardison has gots to gets his souvenirs! Parker, too! 
  • SOPHIE AND NATE SOPHIE AND NATE SOPHIE AND NATE I LOVE THEM
  • sophie just goes “uh oh” but nate’s smiling and says “hi” ahh

(ok yeah, sorry, i just reallly like this episode and this turned out to be way too long a post but guys it’s the San Lorenzo job!)

Sarah J. Maas is the queen of tackling love triangles, seriously. In ACOTAR, you’re like “ugh she’ll have to choose between Tamlin and Rhysand how will she ever” but then it’s like Tamlin doesn’t stand a chance. There are no teams, there is only Rhys and no one else. In TOG, you’re torn between Dorian and Chaol, both bringing something to the table. And then, SIKE, it’s none of them. Rowan swoops in like “hello, it’s me” and it’s done. There is no one else for her. Rowan is it. Rhysand and Rowan make these love triangles null basically. Sarah shows how just because they were there first, doesn’t mean they will be who you end up with. I could say so much more but basically this is one of the many reasons why I love Sarah J. Maas and both of her series.

  • Max: I’m so bored.
  • Max: Wait! Oh my god, Kate, I got mail.
  • Kate: What is it?
  • Max: It’s Victoria’s new Grahamscott fic!
  • Kate: What the hell is Grahamscott?
  • Max: Ugh, it’s the name for Warren Graham and Nathan Prescott. They’re totally in love.
  • Kate: That’s a bit weird.
  • Max: *gasps* No it’s not! It’s meant to be!
  • Kate: But they’re both straight, stupid.
  • Max: How can you say that! Shut up. My feelings…

A little pliroy thing before I go to bed :

  • Picture JJ having Vine (shhh Vine is not dead in YoI universe)
  • Imagine him doing stupid things with it
  • Like recording Yuri doing his split while being on his phone, and yelling him “The only thing straight about you is this split” (followed by a bored “fuck off” from Yuri)
  • Imagine him doing more planned vines like you’ll see him going to Yuri and being like “Yuri things aren’t doing good anymore we need to split” and Yuri’s like “Ok” and next shoot you see both of them doing a split
  • Picture Yuri having Vine and it’s mostly videos of cats or of JJ
  • usually doing something stupid
  • Like trying to convince the cashier from Burger King to do the “JJ style” gesture “for the vine”
  • Spoilers : it works
  • But also picture them having actually cute vines
  • Actually just picture their whole internet life
  • I’m sure Yuri loves memes but hides it because “ugh it’s so stupid” but he’ll actually laugh if he sees memes about memes being banned in Russia because he’s a meme in himself
  • I’m getting tired so i’ll stop my shitposting here instead of embarrassing me more
What would the RFA members + V and Saeran do for their first ever date?

I’m putting it below the cut because this post would take FOREVER to scroll down your feed. I know this HC is probably done a lot of times already, but I’m hoping those who’ll read it will enjoy!

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(W)rapped Around Her Finger

Originally posted by btsleepy

A/N: I had my first request sent into my inbox. Thanks for trusting me enough to write something for you, I feel like what I write is trash. I don’t want to make this a series but I can see this being longer than one part haha. ALSO I suck at coming up with titles as you can see

Request: can i request a yoongi or jhope fanfic? im not creative maybe where you’re both famous rappers and he has a huge crush on you i cant think of a plot (sorry) so surprise me! :) but i would like angst and fluff :)) thank you in advance if you decide to do it!! 💕💕

Pairing: J-hope x Reader (Ugh I love this little ball of sunshine so much I can’t stop writing about him.)

Summary: You and J-hope are both rappers and he seems to have a huge crush on you although you have always failed to see it. 

Genre: Angst,Fluff.

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I don’t care if it’s a fic or original work but for the love of God please please please stop making your bisexual man who’s falling for another man talk about previous sexual encounters with women as “quick fucks” like did you know that a bisexual man can have deep romantic and sexual feelings for both men and women, hence the “bi” in “bisexual”? I’ve seen this a gajillion times. “Girls were always throwing themselves at him, but [insert angelic, twink male character] made him feel different” stop STOP. You can write m/m stories without completely shitting on women. Ugh.