is anyone else as mad about this as i am

Close as Strangers: Chapter 12

Close as Strangers: Chapter 12

Word count: 5.7k

Genre: High School au, angst, smut  

Parts: one | two | three | four | five | six | seven | eight | nine | ten | eleven

“Hey, love.” Jungkook said as he stood.

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I Am Too

Hello! I have not written anything in a long time (since 2013 rip) but I could not stay away from H so here is something I came up with. Hope ya’ll enjoy. 


The gathering with your friends had been going on for a couple of hours now and since you had a meeting earlier that day you were feeling a little more tired than you’d liked. You were sat at the edge of one the couches while drinking something that was more ice than anything. You were brought back into the room when you suddenly felt the weight of the couch tilt. 

“You’ve been sitting in this couch for the past hour. Is everything alright?” asked Harry while handing you a drink that had the perfect amount of ice cubes and liquor.

“Yeah, I’m just tired. Wish this wasn’t happening on a Tuesday honestly” you stated while Harry chuckled. 

You were always the one to go to sleep first between you both and probably all of your friends. He wouldn’t mind it if you also weren’t the first one to wake up. He liked seeing you calm and quiet in the mornings but you were always out of bed before he could rub the sleep from his eyes. 

You and Harry had been seeing each other for the past few weeks but no one knew about it. There was a few people in your close friend group that knew you guys had hooked up in the past but nothing too serious. Due to some recent events, you decided to see what your relationship could flourish into but you did not want to break the news to your friends. Not yet, at least. And based on the last couple gatherings, your friends had no clue. 

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So, I’m a Mercy main, because why else would I be on this blog being salty? But this story actually starts with me not playing mercy. It starts in arcade mode. Why?

1. I have over 70 hours on mercy

2. I have lost all faith in humanity.

3. I’m tired of babysitting.

I wanted some clusterfuck runs, some chillin with the enemy team runs, the type of general fuckery that used to happen in quickplay before Blizzard took hero stacking away from us. (yes, i really do miss having three hanzos on a team.) i wanted some nice, casual, fun.

instead i got this asshat.

This Asshat, as he will now be referred to, thought we were in comp or something. He kept bitching over voice chat about how we weren’t playing as a team, and we were going to lose, and he was the best player here and kept taking out the torb turrets.

1. no shit, asshat, we have two widowmakers and symmetra keeps portaling herself off cliffs. thats what were here for.

2. I honest to god do not care about losing. im having fun, dammit. :(

3. the enemy team has two or three torbs. as dva, ive taken out about 5 turrets by now. No, you are not, in fact, the mvp for killing one.

This Asshat’s main complaint, naturally, is our lack of a healer. specifically, our lack of a healer whos pocketing him. Yes, he actually said that. I fired back something about how I am here for one reason and one reason only, which happens to be, yknow, not playing Mercy. 

Asshat starts raging. 

Now Ive gone from being a “useless” teammate to the literal bane of his existence. It’s people like me that manage to singlehandedly throw every lost match in the history of the game and also I’m the leading cause of cancer in the US. There was a lot more swearing and slurs, but you get the idea.

Here’s the kicker.

“ur probably a shit mercy anyway u [r-slur] bitch. u just dont want to heal me bc u know im better than ull ever be [f-slur]”

I fire back some it-seemed-witty-at-the-time comment and end the game with a solid 0-2 loss and a decent card. Ingame, I seem calm, cool, and collected. But I know. I know, and I’m just hoping he doesnt. He won. I’m mad.

The thing about me is that I am unfortunately a very calm person. I say unfortunately, becuase spite works miracles. 

I bascially ragequit, if its considered ragequitting after the game is over and hes already out of my life hopefully forever. No more Ms. Nice Mercy. Ive gotta prove myself now.

Load up quickplay. Pick Mercy before anyone else can even look at the options. Absolutely demand tanks until we have three. Run out to defend the hollywood jackass’s limo with a fire in my heart, a team already scared into submission, and anger tears in my eyes.

This is gonna be great.

1. The other team has a Mercy, too. Not for long. She’s watching out for our tanks, not me and my peashooter.

2. Our Rein is doing a great job of shielding everyone. Put it down, bub, y'all’re gonna get shot and I’m gonna fix it. 

3. The enemy Widow lands a bodyshot. I make reaper flank her so I can fly up there and peashoot/slap her to death.

It goes on like this.

I’m bossy, demanding, and very, very good at it. Someone on the other team gets POTG for a pretty nice ult, we all compliment each other, I thank my team profusely for going along with my useless revenge plot, life goes on.

And that’s the story of the first time I broke 20k healing :)

as a snowbarry fan i’m disgusted to see what’s going on on grant’s instagram right now. first of all his post has absolutely nothing to do with the show and when you attack him over a character he plays that he has no control over, you’re crossing a line. you’re also ruining things for the fans who don’t do this and make us all look bad by saying shit like iris should die so our ship can happen (if she needs to die for it to happen, theres a problem to begin with) and whatever other BS they’re saying. 

please, grow up. leave grant alone. he’s not a writer, he’s doing his job. he spends countless hours working hard to portray this character and whether you’re a fan of what barry is doing or not, that doesn’t give you a right to attack grant for it. this is probably the exact reason he chose not to sign onto twitter anymore and i wouldn’t be surprised if he disables instagram comments now because of this shit. then you guys get mad when he doesn’t interact with fans. well guess what? this is why. 

stop ruining things for everyone and making this fandom more toxic than it already is. i get it, you’re frustrated snowbarry don’t interact anymore. so am i, but that doesn’t give you the right to shit on grant or anyone else for that matter. if you’re that frustrated go vent about it elsewhere and don’t get the actors involved.

anonymous asked:

fml my manager has to go to a lotto conference at 2 so she asked me to come in at 130 instead of 4 today. like you could've had someone else work the morning shift so you'd be able to go to the meeting without screwing anyone's plans. I had a date and when I told him I had to cancel he got pissed and said I wasn't getting another chance.

I’m sorry about having to cancel your plans last minute. I am sure most of us feel your pain. As for the date. If he got that mad over that (unless you have canceled multiple dates) then you are better off without him. Sounds like he would be hassle then he’s worth.


Struggle for an INFJ
  • Friend: *really long talk about personal issues*
  • INFJ: *listening and genuinely cares* I see what you mean. *offers really good advice*
  • Friend: Thanks man.
  • INFJ: Is it okay if I vent a bit too?
  • INFJ: *venting problem hoping other person might care*
  • INFJ: *stops talking*
  • Friend: *Doesn't notice*
  • INFJ: *Walks away*
  • Ex-Friend: Hey! Where you going?
  • INFJ: *really mad* ... Yet another faker.
The Real Recording Studio

DESCRIPTION: Yoongi didn’t like other instructors teaching his trainees.

WARNINGS: Semi-public sex, fingering, oral, riding, male!dom, jealousy, studio sex, foul language


REQUEST: Hello there! Can I ask for Yoongi smut and you’re his Best Friend but caught him ‘pleasuring’ a.k.a masturbating in his studio and ask for your help to finish him? Yoongi being dominant tho. Thanks a lot!!

REQUEST: Hello, uhm… I would like to request a Yoongi smut scenario? Where you’re hanging out with another member all day long and he slowly gets jealous and shows you who you belong to at the end of the day? I really hope that makes sense omg 😳

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Taking the Pain (Lucifer Morningstar)

Character: Lucifer Morningstar
Words: 2140
Warning(s): Injury, blood, some swearing
A/N: Okay, besides my ask box got completely cleaned for no reason, I was happy I was able to get this one-shot done. I know the ending is very very crappy, but I thought it might of been cute to have Luci and you banter at each other while being all lovey dovey.

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Not a suggestion but for anyone who experiences dysphoria:

Ok so it has been awful today and I’m scared that I’m not really trans and my gender therapist confirmed that I have gender dysphoria (not required to be trans but important for personal context) and starting testosterone is my next step (again: not required but for context) and should help me a lot but I am scared that I’m just, as people have called me in the past, an “attention seeking cis girl” and that I’m mirroring other trans people and I am sure that isn’t the case because right now I can’t even look in the mirror and when I was presenting as a girl I ended up in the hospital twice. 

But the thing I am curious about is this: Does anyone else almost feel guilty for being trans? Because my dad is transphobic and I can’t even come out to half of my family (says my gran) cause “they won’t understand” (or: they won’t try to, they think it is immoral, they don’t want me making the kids like *this*, and they think it’s gross. Mind you, dad has used the word t*anny before and then got mad at me when I got upset because “it was just a joke!”) and I also just feel bad. I know once I start t I will feel better but I’m scared as well. I’m nervous it won’t be what I expect or that, as one of my therapists said, I am “better off as a girl and should fake it until I make it.”

The logical part of my brain understands that this is all dysphoria talking to me and making me feel shit but…. I’m scared. I’m still nonbinary/fluid and I am transitioning which pisses off the transmeds and truscum for some reason but part of me feels like I *have* to start acting more **manly** to be taken seriously and I don’t really want that. Personally, my fluidity goes between somewhat feminine but still a boy (demiboy-like) and agender. I feel guilt for so many things, ah.

Am I the only one like this??

Thanks for tag @general-grey!
Sorry for my phone camera quality. It still mad at me for dropping it into snow. 
Also, sorry for stupid Alpharius joke, but it was JUST TOO DUMB TO NOT BE DONE. 

Not sure who to tag
@sleepyysalamiri how do your procrastination feels about it?
Also anyone else, who want to participate.

And yes. I love my cheapy-cheap ink pen. 
Best spending of pair of bucks in my life. 

Joker x deaf!Reader Part 7

A/N: Sorry I haven’t been posting much, and I realized when re-reading this chapter that it sounded better in my head. Unfortunately that’s how all of my stories go, but I hope you enjoy.

J sat in his office, once again feeling like something was missing. He let himself accept the fact that he enjoyed his sessions with Dr. L/N, they were amusing and a nice way to take up time. He wanted to see what she’d be like if she were crazy, but he couldn’t bring himself to do that for reasons unknown to him. The only reason she was still living today was because she was too innocent, the world would destroy her soon enough, so what’s the point in killing her? At least that’s what he told himself. But if the world has yet to destroy her, how long would that take? Maybe she’s just one of those Harvey Dent types. Do-gooders. But even he broke.  What would it take for her to?

J slammed his pen down on his desk, no longer concentrated on his plans. Oh, what the hell. Let’s see how my deaf doctor is doing.

Frost had hacked into her computer microphone just in case, knowing how his boss gets. Still, he’s never seen him with this type of obsession before.

Oh, tape over the camera? Nice one, Y/N. The world has taught you something after all. J spent the day stalking her on her computer, and found amusement in joining an online dating website for the deaf. He was pissed when he found out she was doing this, trying to forget about him, get her life together. He knew she was disappointed that he didn’t take her with him, but how happy would she be after he slammed those electrodes against her head? Granted, it wasn’t for long, but he’s done worse.

J giggled as he chatted with her under a fake name, telling her all of the peaceful hobbies he likes and his personality. He laughed out loud when he noticed she didn’t go for the nice guys. Typical, Y/N, typical. Guess you’re missing me as well.


Y/N sipped on her drink, leisurely looking through the website. There weren’t many deaf people in Gotham, and the few they had weren’t interesting. Nice, but uninteresting. She rolled her eyes, her head lazily laying in her hand while she chewed on her straw. Why not give on a shot?  It would be a nice way to forget about what happened, and she’s learned her lesson about going after the bad-boys. It still stung when she opened her eyes to see police officers hovering over her, knowing he left her, but what did she expect? If she got anything from those sessions, it was that he cared for himself more than others, being his doctor wouldn’t change that. Her boss gave her some time off, which she gladly took, because she needed to find herself, think about how she’d never get close to a patient like that again. The disappointment she felt in herself hurt almost as bad as finding out he left her. She sighed as she sat up from her slouching position and started typing.

A flashing out of the corner of her eye caught her attention, and she did a double take. Someone was at her door. No one ever visits her, and alarms were going off in her head. She wasn’t exactly dressed for company anyway, in her oversized shirt and panties. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she wondered if she could ignore it, she would have a reasonable excuse anyway, right? What if someone’s hurt? Y/N huffed at her good natured personality and ran to the door, taking a few deep breaths before opening it.


J knocked on Y/N’s door. He busied himself by straightening his tie and running a hand through his hair. His eyes looked down and he saw a light flashing under the door, and he smirked. The door opened to reveal Y/N in an oversized shirt and nothing else.

“Hello, darling.” He flashed her a boyish smile, causing her eyes to widen and she slammed the door in his face. He growled, but to his surprise she opened it up a second later.

“What are you doing here?” She snapped before grabbing him and pulling him inside.

“I can’t come see-” He pauses and rolls his eyes when he notices she’s not looking at him. He takes his time to check out her paranoid ass as she leans out of the doorway to see if anyone is around.

“I can’t come see my delightful deaf doctor?” Her eyes narrow but she still blushes. “You haven’t been keeping up on our sessions, shame on you.” He playfully pouted as he waltzed around her house. It was small, and she had thousands of books littering the place, not exactly slobbish but not neat either. He stops when he feels a tug on his arm.

“You left me.” She accuses, to his amusement. He took note of how she tensed when he moved a piece of hair behind her ear.

“You were upset with me.”

“N-not really, it was just shocking.” She paused and shook her head. “No pun intended.”

J found it endearing that she didn’t want him to think she was angry with him. He ignored the relief in his chest when he realized she’s still as innocent as ever.

“Actually, no. I am mad at you. You told me I was helping you! You lied.” This was the first time he saw her angry. He put his hands up and made a disbelieving face.

“No, doll. I wouldn’t lie to you. How could I?” He sat down on one of the chairs next to the island.

“You told me- Oh! I forgot, do you want anything to drink?”

“No, thank you.”

“Ok. You told me I was helping you! What was that whole conversation about? Why would I want to be with anyone else? You-you-” He could tell she was getting upset by the way her eyes teared up.

“I thought you were going to kill me. You tortured me.” J stopped himself from rolling his eyes. You don’t know torture, little girl.

“And how terribly sorry I am for it.” He put sarcasm into his words. He regretted not killing her when he had the chance. She glared at him, making him remember that if he was going to be sarcastic, he should keep his face sympathetic.

“You-you-you jerk!” She went to punch him, much to his surprise, but he still caught it. This angered her even more, so she went for the exposed skin on his neck. She didn’t bite hard, and she obviously had no intention of hurting him, because she kind of paused when she had her teeth pressed against his neck. She pulled away and put her head down, giving him a feeble kick to the shin. J lifted her chin and her eyes found his lips.

“You done?” She nodded.

“Good.” He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her toward him, clamping his teeth down on her shoulder.


“That’s how you bite.” She pouted and shoved herself away from him.

“You tortured me.” She muttered. He sighed. He figured she would hold grudge. Reaching out to take her hand, he tugged on it until she looked at him.

“I got you something. And you’re going to wear it when you go with me to one of my clubs tonight.” She started shaking her head. He laughed, throwing his head back before his pale hand went to wrap around her throat. She squealed, and he made sure to put enough pressure so her face turned red.

“Pay attention, because I’m not repeating it again. You’re going, you’ll do what I say, and if you embarrass me, disobey me, so much as think about running, or telling someone, your ass will be sorry.” He shoved her away from him, leaving her on the ground, coughing and sputtering.

“Now,” He clapped his hands together, “ Get dressed, there’s a dress already in your closet.” He frowned when he realized she wasn’t looking at him. Giving her a little kick to the side, he knelt down to take her chin in his hands.

“I’m not going. I don’t want any part of what you do.” She had a stubborn gleam in her eye, and he figured he would have to break her sooner or later. Should have done the shock therapy.

“Last warning. If you don’t listen to me, everyone you’ve talked to, everyone you will talk to, and everyone you are currently talking to are dead. A painful, slow, tortuous death. I’ll make you watch, Y/N, you know I will. Better yet, I’ll make you do it.” Her eyes welled up with tears and she tried to pull her chin away. When she couldn’t, her eyes stayed on the carpet. “Look. At. Me.”  When she wouldn’t, probably because she didn’t hear him, he slapped her. A sob escaped her and she wiped her eyes before staring at his lips.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Why, because it’s fun.” His smile lit up his face. “Because it’ll be fun making you do terrible things. To watch you break. If you don’t there’s alwaaaays shock therapy.” He sing songed. When she closed her eyes he placed a light smack to her cheek.

“Say it. Say you belong to me.”

“I belong to no one.” He was surprised at the defiance she was showing. Of course, she was crying and shaking, absolutely terrified, but she wasn’t giving in. He tutted, shaking his head.

“For now. Let’s see what you think about that after tonight. Get dressed.” He stood up and walked out, leaving her to shakily push herself up. Taking deep breaths to calm herself down, she walked towards her closet, not even wanting to know who had been in her house to put the dress in there.

It was obnoxiously short, and she had to keep pulling it down. It barely covered her butt and she was mortified at the thought of wearing it in public. As she walked out of her house towards J’s car, he merely gave her a grunt of acknowledgement as he opened the door for her. She supposed it was how awkward she moved that made it not look appealing. Not much she could do there. When he got in the backseat beside her, she noticed the guy that held her down on the shock therapy table was in the driver’s seat. He didn’t give her a single glance. J wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side. His legs were spread, and she noticed how he moved more confidently than he did at Arkham. They pulled up to this hole-in-the-wall club, Obviously meant to be hidden. J offered her his arm and she took it, feeling like she didn’t have a choice.


J had to meet with a client first, before the fun would begin. He made it clear that Y/N was to keep her mouth shut, though he knew she wouldn’t speak up anyways. J didn’t realize how much this was taking a toll on her.

She was terrified. In fear of looking nosy and embarrassing J, she kept her head forward, clueless to the conversation. She had a pretty good idea it was about her though. The way the client’s eyes lingered, how he  looked at her when he was clearly talking to J. H wanted her, that’s all she was able to get from his drunken slur. She felt the anxiety build up in her chest, getting ready to make her beg. She was gripping J’s leg so tight she could feel it throbbing. The only thing that relieved her was the client’s face turning pale and J’s possessive grip that was now around her waist. Suddenly the room felt like it was on fire and her throat closed up, restricting her breathing. Everyone’s eyes were on her and if she could run, she’d be out of there. She was vaguely aware of Frost lifting the guy up and taking him out, though she couldn’t figure out why he was struggling. The comforting grip on her waist was gone and instead it was on her shoulders. There was a green and white blob in front of her.

“Y/N. Y/N. Breathe.” She hadn’t realized she’d been gasping for air, which is probably what got his attention. “I’m sorry.” She wheezed, terrified he’d punish her for embarrassing him. “I don’t know what happened.”

“You cut off all of the circulation in my leg, that’s what happened. What’s the matter with you?”

“I don’t know.” She slumped when his hands tightened on her shoulders and he shut his eyes and took a deep breath, as if to calm himself.

“You’re on thin ice, Y/N.”

“I just knew what he wanted. I thought you’d make me…” She couldn’t finish her sentence, feeling exhausted mentally and physically. His annoying grip was now on her chin, forcing her to look at his lips.

“You’re mine. You have yet to accept that but I still have to take care of what is mine. You see, I give, you give. I’m not that terrible, now am I?” He gave her a smile that unsettled her, and she had to squeeze the next word out.


“Yes. You gotta give me something as well. You gotta try. Show me some… affection.” Her eyes widened and he rolled his.

“Not like that. Get your mind out of the gutter, you dirty girl. Where’s my sweet doctor that would do anything for her patient?” J sighed when she didn’t answer, and looked over to where Frost entered the booth. He was straightening out his disheveled suit, nodding at J.

“Huh, didn’t think he’d be the type to struggle. Ok, my dear! Let’s go on a field trip.” J hooked his arm around Y/N and helped her get up, letting Frost lead the way.

They came to a back room, and J smiled when he saw the guy strapped to a chair. J left Y/N awkwardly standing there while he said something to the guy, and then turned towards her. He placed a gun in her hand, and she looked at him in shock.

“Shoot him.”


“It’s simple. Shoot him.” Y/N’s mouth opened and closed, the gun feeling like an awkward weight in her hand.


“No? But he’s a bad guy. ” J whined childishly. “Do you not remember what he wanted to do with you back in the club?”

“I don’t care. I’m not killing anyone.”

“Fine. Fiiiiine. Just say those simple words.” Her eyes narrowed, and he rolled his eyes, making over exaggerated mouth movements.

“‘I belong to you, Mister J’. Or for flattery, ‘I belong to the most handsome, the best in bed, the best smile, best laughter, the one, the only, the infamous, MISTER J!’” By the end of his little monologue, full of dramatic hand movements and pacing, Y/N’s eyes were wide and her mouth was hanging open. After smoothing his hair back and taking deep breaths, he clapped his hands in front of her face, his mouth mimicking hers.

“That’s all you have to say. Flatter me, my little deaf doctor.”

“No. Now let him go, and take me home.” She was hoping her voice didn’t sound as shaky as it felt.

“I really hoped it wouldn’t come to this. For your sake. Pick up that knife and stab him in the arm.”

“Wha- No!”

“Yes. Be careful, you don’t want to hit an artery. Make sure you do it at an angle. Pick up the knife or it’s you who’ll be in the chair next.”

“Ok, ok, I get it. Please, just stop.” She sobbed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Oh, no too late now, honey. Pick up the knife.”

“No, no, I’m sorry, I get it, I-I belong to you, ok?” J kept his face impassive, his eyes narrowed.

“Pick up the knife, Y/N.” She kept crying, grating his nerves. He clenched his jaw before grabbing her face in his hands.

“Who do you belong to?”

“I-I belong to you.” She continued to cry as his grip tightened.

“And who am I?”

“Mister J.”

“Say it.”

“I belong to Mister J.” She continued to shake as he pulled away, a smile now on his face.

“Good. Was that so hard? ” He turned to his henchmen as she continued to cry, rolling his eyes. “You, you, you pain in the ass.” He muttered, directing his words towards her. ” Take care of him.”

Wrapping an arm around Y/N, he helped her up and took her to his car.  While Frost was driving her to her house, Y/N couldn’t help but wonder what the hell did she get herself into.

Seeing Green (Chanyeol)

Angst Angst Angst??? 2K mofocking words. Give some luv? ♥


We were sneaking around. Him in his large hoodie covering his head with a mask over his face. I, on the other hand, had worn one of his smaller sweaters (even if they were tight on him, they draped over my whole body). But even with his disguise, I didn’t think it would make a difference because his height is that of a titan.

Of course, we weren’t dumb enough to go out in broad daylight where all his fans were around. It was a little bit after the sun had dialed down. Our hands were intertwined tightly, swinging back and forth as we took our stroll. His head was down, looking at the ground while I was looking straight ahead to make sure he doesn’t run into anything with his clumsy self.

“Don’t you have practice right now? You guys usually don’t return until after 12 a.m.” I asked him, looking up at him. He shook his head, his eyes glinted with slight mischief. In my pocket, I felt my phone vibrating, I took it out to look at the message. The names on the screen made me grin before putting it back into my pocket.

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Post Ep Ponderings April 18

I swear, Cain and Harriet is becoming more fun by the second. I love that with just the barest edge of sarcasm, Cain can tell people the truth, and they’re all ‘yeah right, hilarious.’ I wonder how people will react when they find out. I can’t see them keeping it under wraps very long as they don’t actually appear to be hiding it all that well. And really, it’s not like they have to. People will likely think it’s weird, but it’s not like it’s an affair. I am curious to know everyone’s reaction though. My money is on Debbie finding out first.

So we don’t yet know who’s started bothering Pierce, but it does seem like it will be bad for him as opposed to anyone else, at least directly. You know, I have this fear that when Rhona finds out about Pierce, Vanessa is going to try and comfort her and she’ll still be mad at her, maybe still blame her for at least some of it. I guess I just really like them as friends and hope that it works out for them without anything truly horrible happening to either of them. I am somewhat hopeful as you can tell that Rhona is hesitating. If she were as mad as she’s trying to be, she likely wouldn’t have had a problem with Pierce trying to make her go to Scotland. I’m sure Paddy having a few words on that topic didn’t hurt either.

I knew it would be Adam with the problem! I can’t believe his sperm count is zero though. That’s intense. I thought maybe it would just be low and they’d be in for long rounds of artificial insemination. Now I worry about their whole relationship. If it’s fully bad news, like Adam can never have kids, I can see Adam thinking he’s not good enough for Vic because he can’t give her what she really wants. Or Vic trying to be okay with this, but it wearing on their relationship. Or they get a surrogate father and that hurts them somehow. Well, at least they finally have a story line, I guess.

Ah, Tracy’s second book. How hilarious would it be if it actually got good reviews? I mean real good reviews? How confused would everyone be?

The Rabiah Scale

The public’s love for scales knows no bounds, so here’s the latest one. This scale is about how likely I think we are to return to a plane in a Standard-legal set. A few caveats:

• This is totally my opinion and does not reflect anyone else in R&D. Remember, I am not a member of the creative team.

• Like the Storm Scale, this is based on a general sense of the future without actually factoring in what I know about the future. If we are about to do something unexpected, I still treat it as unlikely (similar to how Madness was rated an 8 even though I knew it was coming back in Shadows over Innistrad).

• I listed all the planes we have visited on black border cards save future-shifted cards and planes cards. I might have forgotten one or two. 

• I am talking about revisiting these planes and not going to a new plane with a similar approach. For instance, Rabiah being a 10 doesn’t mean a new Persian-inspired plane is equally unlikely.

• Like the Storm Scale, 1 means very likely and 10 means very unlikely.

• With all that said, enjoy.

1 – Ravnica, Innistrad

2 – Zendikar

3 – Kaladesh, Theros

4 – Alara, Dominaria, Tarkir, Vryn

5 – Fiora, New Phyrexia (Mirrodin)

6 – Regatha

7 – Lorwyn/Shadowmoor, Shandalar

8 – Kamigawa, Segovia

9 – Mercadia, Rath, Serra’s Realm, Ulgrotha

10 – Rabiah

Someone Better - Part 2

Originally posted by street-crush

‘You’re not coming with us?’ Kiseok asked you as he put his jacket on. You shook your head, rearranging the papers on the table as you get ready to go back. ‘She’s got a date tonight.’ Sunghwa answered Kiseok’s question for you and you just chuckled at his suggestive looks. You shook your head as you put all the papers in a file and grabbed your backpack on the floor. You looked up at Kiseok once you were done packing and saw that he was staring. You arched an eyebrow at him and he just smiled at you, shaking his head. You nodded your head as you walked out of the studio.

‘When are you going to bring him over to meet us?’ Sunghwa called after you from the studio.

You shook your head amused at his teasing. ‘Jay, I’ll get the paperwork ready by next week?’

He just nodded his head, not even looking up from playing Tetris on the game machine they had bought last week. You rolled your eyes at him and his manager, both too absorbed in the game. ‘There’s nothing else right? I’m going back now.’ You told him and he just nodded his head absentmindedly, making you sighed. Did he even listened to what you were saying just now?

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@nachtspazicrgang | cont.

     To anyone else it might have looked like she spoke to nothing but the darkness in her room, sitting in front of her mirror, talking to herself like she was mad. But of course he knew better. The Empress knew he could hear her, he always did and he always came when she called him like he could not resist. It was something that she nearly enjoyed, knowing that he would follow her, giving her the hint of power over him. Though she knew better then to truly rely on his bond to her. He was capricious, just as much as she was but it didn’t matter how much they broke apart in arguments, disagreements, as in the end they always returned to each other, flying like moths towards the light, too blind to take anything else into account.

     This time however, she had dropped her smile too quickly when he revealed himself to her. A child would say she was cross with him and she had been cross with him innumerous times but this time there was more to it. Elisabeth was disappointed, perhaps, but nevertheless she could not say she was annoyed by him. She herself had called for him after all. No, she wanted him to be here, regardless of how thing were between them at the moment.

          Oh you flatter me. The comment nearly drew another smile from her. Elisabeth barely smiled and even more rarely gave anyone the satisfaction of seeing her smile. She continued, with her voice raised just a bit louder, something no one would pick up on, hinting on her stifled anger, though it was nothing more than a barely noticable undertone in her voice.  I must object, though. You seem to have too much trust into how much you know me. I would ask you to reveal to me what I am afraid of then, if you know me so well, but I am not willing to let you lecture me on what I am like.

      She had turned around now, facing him and ignoring her own image in the mirror. For a moment she wanted to reach out and touch him, withdrawing her hand at the very last second, scolding herself for being so easily distracted by him. She had missed him. It was a sobering realisation. It was more than she truly wanted to admit in front of him. She was too stubborn to allow herself to show him just how much she had wanted to talk with him once again.

        Tell me, are your compliments honest or do you simply want something from me and hope to achieve it by flattering me?

anonymous asked:

I know requests are closed but whenever you decide to reopen them can you write something about Harry and his girl where they aren't officially together but she's ready to be and harry just doesn't see the big deal and they get into a fight but it ends fluffy or smutty? Love you and your writing btw😊

Hey Susie, write something angsty/fluffy with Harry because on the lyrics “I’m tired of sleeping alone?” Thank you so much.

Joined these two.  Enjoy.

I liked being in his bed.  It was comfortable.  Probably the most comfortable bed in the world.  There were a million pillows, the mattress felt like a cloud and the thread count on these sheets must have been in the thousands.

But the physical aspects of the bed weren’t the only reason.  In fact, they weren’t even .01% of the reason.  

Being in his bed meant one more day, one more minute, one more hour I got to be with him.  One more moment where his focus and attention were on me.  One more instance where I got to be in his presence.  

But we’d agreed when this started.  This was casual.  No strings.  The two of us were just having a good time.  And when it started, I’d been fine with that.  I was finishing up my thesis for graduation.  I was interviewing for positions at top marketing firms.  I was starting my own life and doing my own thing.  

But I’d graduated.  With top honors actually.  My parents had never been so proud.  And that job?  Yeah, I got that too.  I was working for the top marketing firm in Los Angeles.  I’d been put in charge of some of that company’s biggest campaigns.  My boss called me a rising star.  I bought a fancy new Lexus to celebrate my job.  And I bought myself a house.

And one night at a bachelorette party, I met Harry Styles.  Everyone in LA knows who Harry Styles is.  The gorgeous, eligible, baby of One Direction.  He hangs out at all the nicest clubs.  He’s known for being a chill dude.

When he saw what a great time all of us were having, he was amused and offered to pay for our night.  I wasn’t about to let that happen.  I could handle paying for the evening.  But he insisted.  And before I knew it, his party and our party had joined.  We spent the night talking and laughing and finding out that we had so much in common it was a little scary.

So it shouldn’t have shocked anyone when we ended up in bed together.  But being that I was the rational, take charge, take no shit type of girl…I made sure the rules were laid before we ever discarded one article of clothing.

I was a woman who didn’t need a man.  I had my life together.  Sex with no strings was right up my alley.  

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any fan casts?

im assuming this is about trc bc of the tv show thing right??? if it isnt let me know kjkmdjfksjfs but my choices are as basic as anyone else’s (kiko/amandla, dudley, reece, etc etc) and tbh all i’m hoping is that people don’t get mad if we happen to, you know, get an entirely white cast cause unfortunately (although a lot of people dont realize it since they’re used to seeing poc fancasts on tumblr all the time) the canon cast of trc is whiter than mayo and we all know mag*ie……… BUT HERE I AM, HOPING (PRAYING) FOR THE BEST ANYWAY


“Negative. I am a meat popsicle.”

“Love…? I don’t know love.”

YEAH, so, “The Fifth Element” is in my top three favorite movies of all time. And Korrasami is ruining my life. Therefore, I could not help BUT parallel them. I have mad shipper trash syndrome. Still.

I actually might draw more of this crossover because the more I think about it the more it works due to my insanity. Like Prince Wu as Ruby Rod!? C'MON! (If anyone else wants to be a loser with me and suggest any other scenes, I’m all for it).

Hands are not my strong suit, but I ain’t gonna get better by not practicing! >D

Quiet & loud, how it leaves out recovery and survivors

This is going to be a long piece on my own personal feelings as someone seeking to get better and as a survivor, so be prepared! Content warnings for mentions of abuse (emotional, mental, and sexual).

People want to change the terms quiet and loud borderline to other words that still give off the same good/bad connotation, without realizing that its more complex than people misusing terminology. The (easily misused and misunderstood)terminology of bpd and stigma of bpd are not mutually exclusive, they work in tandem. Part of the reason there is stigma is because of stigmatized & negative terminology when people talk about bpd. The reason so much of our terminology is stigmatized and negative is because they were created with those views in mind, much like the waif, witch, queen, and hermit - all of which are toxic and mostly sexist.

I fell into the quiet borderline type behaviour when I got diagnosed, I continue to fall into it at times, other times, I don’t. I never heard these terms or had them used against me until I stopped internalizing things and started actively pursuing autonomy, actively stating my boundaries, actively validating myself (all the things they want you to do to recover). To do these things, I had to express myself vocally, externally, outwards, I had to reach out.

Then and only then did I learn the terms and have “loud” borderline used against me. It’s important to realize that no two bpd sufferers will act the same, much like any other human being, but I don’t see why having two polar opposite terms that create an unhealthy dichotomy of good vs bad is necessary or progressive. It’s important to be able to understand that there is not one way to be borderline, that internal things are just as necessary and important as external things in regard to meeting criteria and reaching a diagnosis. Still, this system categorizes complex individuals into black and white groups, many of whom express traits and behaviours from both sides. It continually invalidates our actions and reactions as pathological, as something that needs to be grouped up and labelled for proof, instead of existing as valid emotions.

No matter how much we’d like to have terms to express the different ways our behaviour exhibits itself, time and time again, people are considered a “quiet” or “good” borderline until they are not(speaking up, establishing boundaries, validating their autonomy and emotions). Then they are being “loud” or “bad”. These terms are completely relative and up for judgement to the individual witnessing them. 

They’re not regulated, they’re up to interpretation and personal(often abusive) bias, and it leaves no room for recovery. Recovery includes ceasing to internalize all your grief and symptoms, while learning to express yourself proactively and in a healthy manner. I will never stop being borderline but if I do recover(I have complicated feelings about that term as well) what will I be? Quiet because I will deal with some issues on my own? Or loud because I’m expressing myself externally?

I am incapable of existing in either side of a dichotomy, especially one defined by personal bias. I am a complex individual, a person seeking to get better, this holds no place for me.

Beyond this, much of my “loud” behaviour is intrinsically tied to me reclaiming my autonomy, my power, my respect, and my anger after being emotionally, mentally, and sexually abused. Almost all of my “rages” or “acting out” is me finally allowing myself to be mad about what he did to me instead of blaming myself, not allowing that experience to happen to me or anyone else, and giving consequences to people I interact with with do the same sort of predatory, toxic, and abusive behaviour my abuser did.

All of these actions society already punishes me for because I should be complicit and forgiving of abuse. I get punished further by being the non-ideal borderline, I should be seen, but not heard, I should be a quiet mess and never demand more from others - never demand respect or justice, never hold people accountable and give consequence. I refuse to be pushed into that mindset anymore.

Nevertheless, I still exhibit quiet behaviours far more often, I self hate, I internalize almost everything because I believe so strongly that I am a monster, that I am poison, that I am unlovable - all of these beliefs were enforced by my abuser.

It’s harmful and victim blaming to attribute my anger about my abuse, my rightful cathartic healing anger, as “rages”. It de-legitimizes my feelings, my experiences, it claims my reaction is hysterical and over-the-top, unnecessary. My anger is not a symptomatic “rage”, my anger is real and valid. Attributing that to rages and loud behaviour is unhelpful and hurtful, it removes my autonomy from my own experiences.

Having myself be almost congratulated by being quiet and harming myself sends me into a whirlwind of victim blaming. I need to hurt myself more or else I’ll end up like my abuser, if I don’t hurt myself the only other option would be to hurt others, that I need to internalize all my pain or else no one will like me, I feel the need to destroy myself to meet the trivial criteria of the quiet borderline - to be loved.

I can’t see a way for the quiet vs loud borderline dichotomy to exist without leaving me out in the cold as an abuse survivor seeking recovery, as someone who is loud and angry because of injustice, but quiet and self hating because of trauma.