is rantings even a word

captainjzh  asked:

There's been a lot of negativity towards the past four episodes, and I was wondering if that has to do with the episodes being weekly. For comparison, you think the stretch of episodes from The New Lars to Kiki's Pizza Delivery would have gotten a worse reaction if they weren't released daily?

Well there was some people who didn’t like ‘The New Lars’ (it wasn’t a favorite for me either, but it wasn’t exactly a bad episode, just not my thing) but … It wasn’t anything like this.

Back then, you really had to dig into the tags to find a lot of negativity, but nowadays, you can hardly escape it without unfollowing and blocking a bunch of people. It’s taking over the fandom.

I don’t think being on a weekly schedule has anything to do with it. Yeah, it makes the impatient fans a little more impatient. But the heavy criticism (if you can even call some of it that) that’s going on? It’s unreal …

It’s just … Some people started pointing out some bad things with explanations that made sense. Those posts got a lot of notes. And that started the snowball effect. Now it feels like everyone and their mom is being overwhelmingly critical.

For the record: Yes, I’m okay with criticism. There is nothing wrong with pointing out things you don’t like. There’s nothing wrong with not liking or even hating episodes. I’m the last person to tell you to stop. You’re entitled to your opinions, and you can literally do whatever you want with your blog.

I don’t like it, but I can accept it. What I can’t do is understand it, I guess.

If you hate something so much … Why are you putting so much energy to it? What does it do for you, personally? Does it satisfy you? Does it make you happy when you find a lot of people agree with you?

And I’ve seen some critical blogs say “I don’t hate SU”, and well … I just don’t see how when they have next to nothing good to say about it. Maybe they have sideblogs for their positive SU blogging?

I just want everyone to have a good time, including the critical ones. If SU isn’t making you happy anymore, or not happy enough, then please pour yourself into other interests that you love! Please do what makes you happiest.

And while I don’t understand it, if picking out the flaws in SU is one of the things that makes you happy, I won’t judge! Make sure to tag it for those who don’t wanna see it, and blog to your heart’s content.

But to the critical ones who are doing it for the drama, and doing it to get a rise out of people, and start arguments, and especially to the ones directly attacking the Crewniverse over these things:

Stop. The fans who love the show and the Crew who work on it are living, breathing people. You’re breeding so much hate and succumbing to so much hate yourself, and I implore you to please partake in healthier, happier hobbies.

I know a big part of this critical trend will die down with time, but … I come here to cope and talk about the show I love, and some days it’s very hard when all I see here is how much everyone hates everything.

Appa?

Request: G-Dragon has a daughter that is 4 years old and does not know if he is her real father because he is never around.

(For optimal immersion, I am naming your daughter Mirre.)

~X~

   “Wake up, baby girl.” I whisper softly, brushing the tips of my fingers over my daughter’s soft cheeks. With a tiny giggle, the corners of her lips begin to widen, revealing the adorable smile that melts my heart every time I see it.

   “Morning, eomma.” She stares up at me with bright, beautiful eyes that remind me so much of Ji-Yong. She is a spitting image of him. He has always taken pride in it, when he is around, that is. 

   Leaning down, I press a kiss to her forehead. A hearty laugh falls past her pink lips when I lift her right out of bed and into the air, smiling widely up at her. Bringing her back down, I rest her on my hip and carry her to the kitchen where I set her on the counter. “What would you like for breakfast, love?” I ask, leaning on my elbows.

   “Whatever is easiest for you.” She smiles at me. I can’t help but feel overwhelmed by love. 

   “How did I end up with the most considerate, intelligent, gorgeous, and loving daughter in the world?” I sigh, wrapping her small body in my arms and hugging her impossibly close. She giggles loudly as she squeezes me back. With a sigh, I release her and look through the cabinets to begin making her breakfast. “So, Mirre, your birthday is in a few days. Appa and I would like to know what you want.” I inform, already knowing and having already bought the deluxe doll house she has been swooning over for months.

   I wait for a few moments, but when the silence goes on for too long, I furrow my eyebrows and turn around to face her. To my surprise, a frown has settled itself on her pouty lips. “What’s wrong, Mirre?” I ask, becoming concerned.

   She looks up at me with a tiny jump, as if she were just startled out of deep thought. “Is G-Dra- G-Dragon my real appa?” She asks.

   Every ounce of breath has left my body as I stare at my daughter in complete shock. My mouth slips ajar, the words I was going to speak caught on the tip of my tongue. How do I even respond to this? Why would she think Ji-Yong isn’t her appa? Why would she refer to him as his stage name? I know she has heard me call him Ji-Yong. Many more questions fill my mind but by her silence, I can see she is becoming uncomfortable. “W-What makes you think he isn’t your appa?” I question somewhat sternly. 

   A frown settles itself on her face. “He never comes home.. I can’t remember the last time I saw him. He didn’t come to my last birthday, he missed Christmas and he missed your birthday, too, eomma. You’re always sad.” Mirre looks up at me with tears leaking from her eyes. 

   From the wetness on my cheeks, I’m also crying. I didn’t even realize I was sad about this. Mirre brings up a good point. I’ve been ignoring the fact that Ji-Yong is never around. I never wanted to accept it and it has always been easiest to ignore how much I’ve been hurting. “And now you’re crying again.” Mirre sighs, her bottom lip quivering. 

   “Hey,” I smile, wiping my tears away quickly, “I don’t want you to worry about me, okay? Ji-Yong is your appa. He will be here for your birthday and he will be around more often. I promise you.” I hold my pinky out, grinning when she links her own tiny pinky with my own. 


   “Hey, babe.” Ji-Yong greets upon answering his phone. My immediate instinct is to melt into his words, but I refrain.

   “Hi.” Silence spreads over the line. I can tell he knows something is wrong, which is exactly why he isn’t saying anything.

   “Is everything okay?” He questions cautiously. 

   He genuinely sounds concerned, which leads me to bite my lip harshly, desperately trying to hold back tears. “Ji-Yong..” I murmur, tears already beginning to slip down my cheeks. 

   A sigh falls past his lips and I just know he is running a hand down his face. “Don’t cry, love. C’mon, you can tell me.” He says softly. 

   With a deep breath, I am able to compose myself. “You’re never around.” His stunned silence prompts me to continue. “When’s the last time you saw your daughter? She asked me today if G-Dragon was her real appa. She barely even knows who you are.” I rant, all of the words just spilling out of my mouth. “Think about that for a while. Maybe you’ll start putting you daughter before your career, G-Dragon.” 


   “Happy birthday, my love.” I sigh, kissing Mirre on the cheek. She giggles happily, staring up at her deluxe doll house. The last of the guests have left, and I can just tell how exhausted she is from all the exertion and playing.

   “Thank you for the presents, eomma.” There is a hint of sadness to her voice. I can see in her eyes that she misses her abeoji. “Appa isn’t going to come, is he?” She murmurs, her sad, little eyes gazing at the floor boards. 

   I immediately engulf her in my embrace. “I don’t know what to say, my love.” I sigh, at a complete loss for words. How do you explain to your daughter that her abeoji cares more about his career than he does his family? “Appa is just-”

   “I’m here!” A voice suddenly yells from the doorway. Mirre and I both snap our heads towards the direction of the noise. Standing in front of the door, holding a giant, wrapped box, with sweat pouring down the side of his face, is Ji-Yong. “I got stuck in traffic for three hours.” He gently places the box down and leans against the wall. “I tried to get here on time.. this was my chance to show you both that I’ve changed and I messed it up..” 

   Before his spiel can continue, a tiny squeal interrupts him. “Appa!” Mirre shrieks, bursting out of my hold and sprinting as fast as her miniature legs will take her towards Ji-Yong. “Appa!” She jumps into him, effectively knocking him over.

   “Hey baby girl.” He laughs holding her tightly to his body. “I missed you so much.”

   “I missed you, too, appa.” She cries. I can see the pain in his eyes just from those few simple words. He makes eye contact with me, but I quickly avert my gaze. “I thought you didn’t love me anymore.” 

   Ji-Yong lets out a choked sob. “No, baby girl. I love you and eomeoni with all my heart. You two are the only girls I want in my life.” He says sincerely, running his fingers through her hair. 

   “Did you get me a present?” She asks excitedly. He nods, prompting her to run over and rip away the wrapping paper. “Appa.. eomma already got me this doll house.” She giggles, looking over at him with innocent eyes. 

   I hold in a laugh, shaking my head. “Oh man… do you want me to return it and get you something else?” He frowns.

   “No, it will do.” She grins. “Now my dolls will have two houses!” 

   As I stare fondly at our daughter, I don’t notice Ji-Yong make his way over to me. “I’m sorry for never being here for the two of you.” He whispers. Heat rushes to my cheeks and I hold back the urge to start crying. “I didn’t have my priorities in check. I don’t want to mess up what I have. You and Mirre are my life. And I’m sorry it took me so long to figure that out.” He runs his fingertips over my cheek. “I love you.”

   “It’s going to take more than an apology and some sweet words to convince me otherwise.” I state matter-of-factly, smirking at him. He flashes me a smile before leaning down and pressing a kiss to my lips. 

   “I’ve got a lot planned for you, love.” He grins cheekily, pressing another kiss to my lips. “You’ll see soon. I’m changing my ways.” 

   “Appa!” Mirre calls. “Please come build the doll houses for me!” With a quick wink to me, Ji-Yong goes to help assemble the doll houses. I stare adoringly at my small family, knowing that things are going to turn around and only get better from here on out.

Are There Lesbians? Yes

What Happens?
A new, all-encompassing love story from the author of Daughter of Smoke and Bone, Strange the Dreamer is first and foremost the story of a dreamer and a dream. Orphan Monk-turned-Librarian Lazlo Strange has spent his entire life dreaming of the fabled city of Weep. When his dreams turn to reality in the form of a man known as “Godslayer” and his cohort, Strange will begin to unravel mysteries many never even considered.

The Verdict:
What can I say about this book other than Laini Taylor has me hook line and sinker! It completely lives up to the rich world and characters that she has in her previous series - Daughter of Smoke and Bone. If anything, the novel is even better, embellished with the bright images of a dream world disconnected from our own universe.

A few spoilers below the cut, but nothing too telling!

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Hey, why is it that making a character bi when they're straight is good, and when the reverse happens it's bad? Feel free not to answer if people have been stressing you out with this, but, I'm a pansexual male and I don't really understand why installing for example bi sera mods out of convenience is bad. My friend said its gross but wouldn't it all be gross? Thanks in advance. (Not trying to imply anything, just confused, I am not going to install bi sera mods)

I feel like I should add a reaction image here just to break up the monotony of the text, but I don’t think there is one in my library that would accurately represent what I’m thinking.

Okay. This has been talked about for years at this point, and not to be rude, but if you’re still confused, it’s because you have been either not paying attention, or are actively avoiding the topic. You are asking me to redo the emotional labor that has already been done, by people much more qualified than I am, and is readily available if you just take the time to look for the answer to your questions.

But, I realize that not everyone has been around for the past few years, so I’ll give you the benefit of a doubt, and I’ll try my best to explain it in a concise manner. I’m still not an asshole.

(Full disclosure, I say these things as a white, bisexual cis woman whose long term partner is a white, straight cis man. I experience just about as many privileges as a queer person possibly can, and I highly recommend you look into the thoughts and work of creators of color, and the people who are most harmed by this specific issue. This has not been spoken of for a while now so they may be deep within people’s blogs, but if you really care about the answer, you can spare the ~hour or so that it will take to hunt down enough sources to form an understanding. It’s not my job to do your research for you, I’ll just give a summary of it.)


The simplest way I can describe it is with a somewhat clunky metaphor I’ve read about this like a year ago.

Imagine that you have a plate of cookies. Those are all the instances m/f love is seen in media, all the prince charmings and lovely princesses, all the cartoons, games, movies, books that feature a romantic subplot between a male and a female protagonist. Take away one or two, chances are, you don’t even notice that they are gone. You don’t care, you still have enough.

Now imagine that you have one or two cookies. Those are all the instances openly LGBT+ identities are shown in mainstream media. It’s only a few, but it is all you have. And if you must go hungry for someone else to have one more cookie, you will notice.

I don’t like to liken identities to food, but this is the most straightforward way to say it that I can think of.

The thing about the bi Sera and bi Dorian mods in particular (and tbh I find it rather gross to call those mods “bi mods”, they’re more like “availability mods”, they don’t make them bisexual, they just make them romantically available for player characters of another gender) is simply that, unlike mods making originally straight characters somehow LGBT+ (which does not, in any way, undermine the heteronormativity of mainstream media, and especially the shockingly homophobic and sexist boys’ club that the AAA video game industry can be), it is not creating representation where there is none. It is taking away already existing representation with the intent of making SGA characters attracted to genders they normally would not be attracted to.

It’s not created with the intent of carving out a place in which you could see yourself. It’s created because you were told “no”, and you can’t take rejection.

Remember, if you don’t think representation matters, it is because you are already represented.

Those characters are already part of a marginalized group, a sexual minority if you will, and it is part of their identity- which is especially important to people who identify with those characters. The existence of a character like Sera, who is a fully realized lesbian with a happy ending and an actual character arc not revolving around her sexuality, in a big budget AAA game, can be especially important to people who identify as lesbians. Dorian, a gay man whose story actually deals with issues related to his sexuality, is also especially important to people who may have experienced the same- being told by guardians, people they have loved and respected, that who they are, who they love, is an imperfection to be changed.

To put it simply, bi mods for already marginalized characters take away representation from the groups they were created for. And that’s especially gross in the case of mods like bi Sera, bi Dorian (and somewhere down the line I’m SURE there’s gonna be bi Gil and bi Suvi, and at that point all hell will break loose again) because it echoes what so many gay- and lesbian-identifying people have heard over and over their whole lives: That you must conform. You must enter an other sex relationship to be good enough. You must make yourself accessible to me, specifically me, for me to love you and accept you. Who you are is imperfect; let me fix you. (And let’s not even go into implications of conversion therapy, corrective r*pe, the fucking Russian concentration camps for gay men, and all those other delectable issues that are still present in the year of our lord 2017, because I’m SO not qualified to talk about any of this- really, fkin google it. There are so many excellently written articles just within this community, it’s really not hard to find.)

“Bi mods” are not creating representation for us bisexuals. It’s telling gay men and lesbian women that they are not good enough, that they must change, and they must conform to be worthy of romantic love, because someone who claims to love them cannot be assed to make their fictional avatar of the gender that they are attracted to. It’s hurtful, and damaging, and a disgusting mistreatment of not just the characters, but the people they represent.

You see where I’m going with this? Doing the same to a straight character, while I personally don’t intend to do it because I have no problem playing a character whose gender identity is not the same as mine (for others it may trigger feelings of gender dysphoria, or any number of unpleasant feelings, so really I get it), is coping. It’s clawing out a small, imperfect place for yourself where there was none. It does not harm or affect straight people, it does not tell them that they must change to be loved.

Context in this specific issue is key. You can’t just take the whole thing out of the sociocultural environment in which it exists. You cannot examine these things in a vacuum, take them by the numbers, and just ignore all the times LGBT+ people have seen, and heard, and experienced the same rejection before.

Bi mods for gay characters are made because you can’t take it when you are told “no”.

Bi mods for straight characters are made because sometimes all the representation you can get is what you make for yourself.

There is a goddamn profound difference.

When you have that one thread you’re really into, but the RP partner doesn’t ever respond, and it’s been days, and you wanna just go:

But you really end up just being like:

And let it drop, even though you REEEEAALLY wanna keep it going. 

anonymous asked:

For God's sake, lay off the Red Wings. Haven't you seen that you guys suck this year? There's a twitter account pointing out that one of your top forwards, Sheahan, HASN'T EVEN SCORED THIS YEAR, and you're getting excited about a rookie. If you're ever going to play decent again (doubtful) maybe dump the useless players you have sticking around because of memories and pick up some new guys. Otherwise, the memories will be all you have.

Hi, Nonnie. 

First off, thanks for following the Red Wings. You recognized Nosek as a recent NHL player, for which I commend you. He just got called up on Saturday, so this is a pretty big deal for him. I’m happy for him, and I’m glad you are, too. 

Secondly, yeah, Sheahan hasn’t scored. He’s had a drought that’s lasted over an entire season, and it well and truly sucks, for him and the Wings. But that doesn’t stop him from getting out and hustling hard every game. That same twitter account points out that he’s lined up over 100 SOG, even if they haven’t gone in. And he does still have points that are garnered from assists, so he’s not useless. He’s a team player, and I’m ecstatic that he’s willing to work so hard for us. 

As to your allegations about us “ever play(ing) decent again (doubtful)”, I’d like to remind you that tonight’s Wings loss was after three straight games in a row, all on the road. We went 2-1, which is pretty impressive. This late in the season, the guys are digging deep, and it shows. Despite the difficulty of the season, it took until tonight to actually mathematically eliminate us from playoffs, so I would say that although we haven’t reached our potential, we’re ‘play(ing) decent’. 

Lastly, as far as memories go, we have some pretty good ones. 25 straight years in the playoffs. 4 Cups in just my lifetime; 97, 98, 2002 and 2008. We just passed the 20th anniversary of Fight Night at the Joe, wherein we came back from a huge deficit while playing the Avalanche to win after a huge fight. Hell, we’re the reason why Patrick Roy started playing with the Avs after we scored so many points on him while he was in net with the Habs and they didn’t pull him that he requested a trade. I’ve watched a good portion of Yzerman’s career, and I saw all of Datsyuk’s. The name Konstantinov or the word ‘Believe’ still makes me cry whenever I hear it (Fischer, too). So yeah, I have a lot of memories that I treasure. It’s why I support my boys

So, you know what, your threat of the memories being all I have? Isn’t very threatening, honestly. I will have them and cherish them for my entire lifetime, and the current performance of the team has nothing to do with that. I hope that you’re new to hockey, and have time to develop this kind of rapport with your team. It’s amazing. 

Thanks for stopping by. 

writing is…a struggle

hhhh

I feel like my writing on this one thing has stagnated and I’m kind of getting bored with it but i just want it to be done so mu c h still because i like the idea but hhhhhhhhhhhh

why do I have to have such a short attention span when it comes to art/writing

Honestly

Guys ain’t shit. They always want what they can’t have and they never change. Once you start doing well for yourself and what not they wanna come chiming in and be welcomed with open arms but at some point it’s gotta stop. When they realize they can’t have you then they wanna act all heart broken and shit but 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️. Guess he should’ve thought about the repercussions of his actions before he decides to be bold.

submission by the awesome @aekyon


(Hey there, this is my first submission I hope I don’t screw it up. I particularly like friends slowly turning into lovers… Here, Tsuna and Reader knew each other for a long time and have history together but nothing that crossed the friendship boundary… or so he thought.

It ended up being quite long but I hope you’ll like it!)


“Older Sister”

“(Name), you’re still awake?”

His voice was barely audible. The usual seductive tone he saved for women was replaced by a cold, low speech betraying his own tiredness. You didn’t need to look at him to know he probably just came back from work and was still covered in blood.

You softly put down the cup of hot chocolate you had been enjoying before Tsuna appeared in the kitchen. It was late indeed, maybe 2 or 3am but much like the Don, you had come back from a mission yourself about one hour ago.

 “Welcome back,” you smiled as you turned to him, “I just gave my report to Reborn.”

“Is that so.”

Tsuna added no more. He didn’t seem to care actually and proceeded to take a seat next to you. As he took the empty chair to your right, you painfully noticed the barely cleaned wounds under his ripped-off shirt but you didn’t say anything.

After all, if Tsuna wanted to be treated, he would have gone see someone himself.

“He felt like getting hurt.”

Working as a spy and information broker, you were pretty good at hiding your feelings and keeping a cool face. Perhaps that’s why Tsuna didn’t notice, or if he did then he didn’t say anything.

Before the silence could get any tenser, you got up and served him one cup of warm cacao. The Mafioso didn’t glare at you nor scoff when the bright orange mug came into his view. Instead, he smirked, and after staring at the mug for a while, finally took it in his hands.

“Aren’t you treating me like a child?”

“Isn’t it my role though?,” you casually replied, seating back, “Take care of the 10th Generation (Name). They may be entering the Mafia but they’re still children. That’s why they need someone to be there for them when they’re losing tracks of what’s wrong or right.”

You paused, taking a sip of the warm drink between your hands.

“When I was still working under your father, Reborn came up to me with this task. And when I met you all for the first time, I knew I couldn’t let you alone.”

A small, dreamy sigh escaped from your lips. Indeed, Reborn asked you personally to play the role of the older sister. You weren’t sure you were the best person out there for it but the Hitman hadn’t let you any choice; when Reborn wanted something, it was to be done. No question asked.

 “So… If my little brother feels like ranting, I am all ears.”

The words “little brother” sounded restrained even for you. You couldn’t deny the attraction you felt toward Tsuna. All the years you spent with him, you spent with the other Guardians, but it was only Tsuna you felt something so strong for.

Maybe it was a curse, for after your realized your feelings, Tsuna was taught the many different ways to get what he wanted as a Don.

Every girl he brought felt like someone was squeezing your heart dry.

Every muffled moans, every scream, every panting…

Everything you heard and saw was killing you.

You couldn’t just leave the Vongola though, not after everything they’ve had for you. Being picked up and trained by Iemitsu when you were a nothing but a pitiful orphan was the best thing that could have happened to you. Who knew if you’d still be alive if you hadn’t met him. Plus it’s not at if you could escape from them either. Truth to be told, you could escape for maybe 3 weeks… until they found you and killed you.

Tsuna getting up snatched you from your thoughts. He tossed his mug in the sink and turned to you. From the face he was making you could see he was angry, mad even. His brows were furrowed, his eyes were burning and dangerously close to turn into a vibrant orange color.

Your (e/c) slowly went from his face to your mug as you waited for him to unleash whatever rage he was holding.

But it never came.

You heard him punching the wall –and probably destroying it- before he managed to catch his breath. Laugher was soon heard as he lost himself for a second. For a moment, you felt as if he had read your thoughts and was mocking your pitiful being.

It was impossible though but given the situation your mind liked to torment you into thinking it was the case. Being a mist attribute and learning more under Mukuro didn’t help (Mammon refused since no one would pay him).

“Older sister huh?,” he sighed, running his hand through messy brown hair. “Ah, that’s right. We’re like family you and me.”

At this point, you still weren’t looking at him. Your stubbornness was starting to get on his nerves. Had you looked up just once, you would have noticed that his eyes were locked on you.

You were wearing a slightly transparent blue nightgown and a cream cardigan on top. The silk was transparent enough to trace your slim waist but not enough to see more than that. Your nightgown reached under your knees but as you sat one leg crossed over the other, anyone could have a nice look at your tights.

The fact that you managed to stir up such ugly feelings from him was infuriating. Worse, you didn’t even seem to notice just what you could do to him and as a result, you carried on. You pushed his own limits without knowing, giving him a look of what he could have, but probably never will since you two were ‘like siblings’.

Those feelings were nothing new for Tsuna. He noticed them quickly in high school, barely one year after you two met. Hell, it was because of you he dumped Kyoko after desperately running after her for years. It was because you would always be waiting for him at the Vongola QG that he was able to go home.

It was because you were with him that he could go on.

“You’re not my sister (Name),” he finally managed to say, “I never thought of you as my sibling. I never did and I never will.”

Ah, it was here. Your sad (y/c) were finally looking at him. It was your crying face he was most used to seeing. Wasn’t it unfair though? You were always smiling around Gokudera and Yamamoto, even Mukuro got to see your smiling face but when Tsuna was there, there was something restrained about it, as if you could cry at any time.

However, what you said made him want to be the one crying.

“You want me gone…?”

Something snapped inside him and in an instant he was walking toward you. You weren’t moving an inch, eyes wide as you could only wait for him to answer.

His fists were firmly closed and as he raised both his hands…

… you found yourself trapped between his arms.

“I want many things (Name). I am but a greedy man,” he said, his voice cracking between sobs and hysteria, “I want power to protect the Vongola. I want to be stronger, always so I can proudly look at you all but most than any of that (Name)… (Name), I always wanted you to be mine.”

The Mafioso didn’t give you the time to process what he just said nor reply as he went on, his grip on you becoming stronger as if you would disappear at any time.

“I want you (Name). But I don’t want to force you. Isn’t it laughable? Me, the Tenth Vongola, unable to take you for myself. I killed women and children for less than that yet in front of the woman I love I’m completely powerless. Why is it that I can’t have you wrapped around my finger? Every time I come closer, you’re just going away, escaping from my grasp.”

Tsuna slowly calmed down but his grip on you didn’t waver.

“I could just lock you somewhere for myself. This wicked heart has done crueler things, one more wouldn’t change much,” sweet caramel irises found your (y/c), “but maybe it’s because I’ve loved you for so long… I can’t bring myself to do it. I want to be truly happy… but it has to be with me.”

His hands slowly cupped your cheeks, Tsuna was far too gone to hear you calling his name.

“Tell me, is there someone else? Should I dispose of him? I know I will but you will hate me. And I don’t want you to hate me. But I don’t want you to be with anyone else either. Say, would you forgive your ‘little brother’ for wanting you only for himself? Will you forgive him for having such ugly feelings towards his sister? Will you hug him, tell him it’s alright and you’ll always love him no matter what?”

At this point, Tsuna was most likely talking to himself. Despite his eyes staring into yours, you knew he wasn’t actually looking at you right now. If he did, he would have noticed your puffy red eyes and the dryness of your skin.

“Tsuna…”

Calling him only wasn’t enough to catch his attention which is why you slowly reached for his cheek. That seemed to startle him as he violently jerked his head, finally looking at you. The Mafioso looked like he was coming back to his sense as his head lowered, probably in shame though his arms were still circled firmly around your waist.

“I.. don’t care anymore. About Reborn’s order or even your father’s. I’m… no longer under their care after all.”

A small smile stretched on your lips. You slowly stood on your tip-toes and reached for his face.

“I love you.”

And before Tsuna could add anything, your lips met his in a soft, chaste kiss.

The next thing you knew, you were thrown on Tsuna’s bed and the last thing you heard that night before he went on top of you was his promise never to let you go.

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(Bonus)

“… And so I’m sorry but I wasn’t able to fulfill the task you gave me.”

After somewhat managing to escape from Tsuna’s grip this morning, you requested to talk with Reborn. The Hitman and you were currently in your office.

“I see.”

“… are you disappointed?”

You already knew the answer but you didn’t want to leave it with Reborn like that.

“I am indeed (Name). Iemitsu probably is too.”

You refused to meet his icy stare. Despite still being in his Arcobaleno state, Reborn was frightening.

“Well, we can start planning the wedding now.”

“… eh?”

“This child’s probably going to propose soon. You should be prepare but do feign surprise when it happens.”

“W-Wait what are you talking about? I thought you were angry?”

“Disappointed (Name). And I am, though toward Tsuna, not you.”

“… what’s happening here?”

Reborn sighed and made his way out.

“Iemitsu and Nana were hoping it would happen faster than that. Even the Ninth was getting ahead ordering gifts. You guys sure took your time.”

You were at a loss for words.

“Oh and by the way (Name), you should go back to Tsuna’s side before he wakes up. He’ll be in a horrible mood if he found out you sneaked out while he was deep asleep.”

Your mouth couldn’t have hung open more at that point.

“Ah. It reminds me,” the Hitman turned to you, “I have an important request from everyone.”

“W-What is it?”

Reborn smiled.

“Lower your voice at night, people are sleeping.”

at first i wasnt really a big murphy/emori romantic relationship supporter but now im just like

emori u sweet beautiful angel that is too good for this world please come back to kick ontari’s ass

I love this bumper sticker. 

Every time I see this bumper sticker I smile. I smile because my mother, like so many other women, had a choice. I smile because she made that choice herself. Nobody made it for her. I smile because of my mom had made a different choice she would have been able to do so safely and legally. 

I love this bumper sticker because by shifting the emphasis to a different word they are literally making our argument for us. 

anonymous asked:

So I've brought myself to watch the death scene a few more times, and an additional complaint I have is that the first scene after "six weeks later" is the angry Brett O'Keefe rant. Did any of us even hear his words, or want to, after the saddest moment ever on the show? Again, disrespectful. How many more times are we going to say it?

I found it incredibly jarring, and I’d be surprised if that wasn’t their intention. To be honest, I haven’t watched that part of the episode since it aired, and I have absolutely no clue what O’Keefe ranted about because I was in so much shock.

But what bothered me to the absolute most was his unabashed burp. I get it, he’s crude and doesn’t give a fuck what anyone thinks, but it pissed me off and I’ll never drink Diet Coke again. Coke should ask for their product placement fee back.

Permission

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1300

Warnings: Implied smut, nothing graphic or described. Lots of fluff

AN: Requested by @autopistaaningunaparte: Congrats! ☺️ Hi there, sweetie! Congratulations for your new milestone!! 😁 I’m kind of obsessed with this song (Ro James - Permission), I don’t know if you would accept this kind of request, but lately I’ve been thinking about a Dean x reader request in which they’ve been hitting on each other for a long time, but none of them seems to make a move, until one night, one of them (whoever you want) decide to make a move and suddenly this song pops up while that happens? :) I don’t know, it can be this or whatever you feel comfortable writing, it’s up to you 😊If you don’t take this kind of request, maybe a Dean x request super fluffy? Thank you so much in advance 💜 PS: love your new theme!

(I hope you like what I was able to do with your request! Thanks to @jalove-wecallhimdean​ for being an amazing beta as always.)

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You and Dean had been dancing around one another for years now. Flirty comments, lingering looks and touches, and behavior that bordered on couple like. Nothing had ever happened between the two of you though, both too afraid of what it would do to your friendship if things were to go south. It also didn’t help that Dean liked the one-nighter lifestyle. He liked the simplicity of a random girl with no expectations. You on the other hand had grown out of that phase a long time ago. You only took someone home when the urge was unbearable and the itch had to be scratched.

Dean and you were at the bunker by yourselves for a change. Sam had gone to help Jody keep Claire from going off on her own hunt by herself, which left you and Dean with no case to work on currently. You had come to the conclusion that if nothing was going to happen between the two of you then you were going to move on and do your own thing, no longer worried about who Dean was sleeping with for the night. You knew it had nothing to do with you, but it still knocked your self esteem down a couple of notches every time he’d rather go home with a random.

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Can you imagine Mike being the most supportive boyfriend to Hanji though?

Always listening to their science rants even though he doesn’t understand a word

Mike defending Hanji against any who question their gender

Mike intimidating mean people simply by standing beside Hanji

Mike taking Hanji to museums just to watch them get excited over exhibits

Mike carrying Hanji home on his back after they’ve had too many drinks and not even minding

Mike being totally chill while Hanji gets excited about everything

Just.
Imagine.

I’m what antis could consider a Cope shipper, I have my abuse and trauma cards in hand but I really don’t consider the things I ship bad. In fact, I’ve noticed I ship everything to cope in a sense, even some of my most healthy ships have helped me get through some really rough patches in my life. Shipping is a way for me to indulge in something that is not real and take my mind off of stressful things. A lot of ships I would still enjoy regardless or not if it were for coping for abuse and I don’t think anyone should have to explain why they like something. I don’t care if it’s because it helps you personally or because you just like a dynamic. Having to explain your personal life story and reasons behind liking two fictional characters to strangers on the internet is unnecessary and can be a lot more complicated or simple than a stranger might think.

I don’t know if that even makes sense, thoughts to words is hard.