it could be totally platonic

Silly YOI Headcanon of the Day

Yuuri has a t-shirt that reads “Precious Cinnamon Roll - If Lost, Please Return to Phichit”.  Phichit gave it to him for his birthday on the second year they were living together.  Yuuri only wore it outside of their dorm once – to the Detroit Zoo! – and that was only after some seriously epic begging, guilt tripping, threatened tears, and a promise that it wouldn’t end up on Instagram.

To this day, Phichit swears that he was actually trying to photograph the red pandas. 

Yuuri never told Phichit but he sometimes wore the shirt as pajamas when he was lonely after moving back to Hasetsu.

When Victor finally discovers it at the bottom of a drawer in St. Petersburg, of course he immediately has to make his own personalized shirt to give to Yuuri.  More tears, more begging, more crossed-fingers promises of social media silence, and suddenly a poor bewildered Yuuri finds himself in the middle of a shirt slogan arms race as his best friend and fiance try to bury him in custom clothing that he’s far too embarrassed to ever wear any of.

really all i need in life is someone i can play lame video games with, stay up until ridiculous hours watching movies and tv shows that get me emotional, eating take out and just being happy with each other’s company. i don’t want something fancy, or something where everything has to be planned out. i just want nights in with someone who gets me.

Reggie Mantle x Reader: Cliché


I don’t have a specific story line to request but I really really really need Reggie x reader angst that ends in fluff. If you can’t do this without a specific plot it’s fine!

A/N: I was writing another fic then this spilled out and I didn’t fit the other fic that well, so I decided to turn it into this and hopefully you guys like it. I don’t know if this angsty enough though. Enjoy and I’ll update my masterlist later. Sorry for the delay in posting I have been sick and finals have arrived. Have a lovely day you beautiful majestic creatures/humans/witches/wizards whatever you want to be. If you’re following me and I haven’t followed you back slide in my ask or inbox and tell me please. 😍 I was supposed to post this yesterday but apparently there is a limit to how much a person can post within a day (blame Tumblr not me).

Words: 2500

Summary: You and Reggie have been friends since as long as you can remember. You both like each other but won’t admit it until Chuck messes with you.

Spoilers: Like one swear word I think. Reggie being protective af.

“So you guys have been inseparable since your childhood and never dated, or even thought of it” Veronica continued as you sighed at the reference that was always directed at you.

You’ve been best friends with Reggie Mantle for as long as you could remember.

That phrase always directed towards you both and it made you groan annoyingly at the person who directed it to you. You couldn’t understand why people couldn’t see that a guy and a girl could totally have a platonic relationship.

You loved Reggie as a friend, and you were pretty sure he felt that too. Sure you had a flirty way of communication towards each other, but you had always been like that.

“Were just friends. Best friends for that matter, can we just drop that” you spoke hating when people expected you to be a bigger cliché.

You couldn’t stand clichés you already were one, the sweet girl that kept to herself and tried to get along with everyone; although you always had Reggie who stood up for you if anything ever happened. That being the biggest cliché, being somewhat popular having a jock best friends who made sure you were always protected.

Growing up though Reggie got handsome and you contemplated your feelings, but pushed them aside because you couldn’t stand being so ordinary and becoming a bigger cliché.

“So, he’s available” the raven haired girl hinted at you.

“From what I know, yes” you answered you took a sip of water.

“So can I have his number?” Veronica continued giving you her phone as you placed in Reggie’s number.

The bell rang indicating that lunch was over and you all made your ways to class.

You were going to be late to class since you forgot your notebook at your locker. The hallway being empty because everyone was now in class, or so you thought.

You soon became startled by a hand brushing against your behind as you turned shocked as to what just happened.

“WHAT THE HELL CHUCK!” you exclaimed as he smiled all you wanted to do now was go home and put on some pants instead of the flowy dress that was on you.

“Pipe down (Y/N), it was an accident” he lied as you saw from the side of your eye that the rest of the football team leaving the locker room after their meeting.

“Just leave me alone, and don’t you ever come near me again” you hissed at him not wanting to make a scene.

“What’s going on (Y/N)?” Reggie made his way to you with worry and anger flooding his eyes.

“Nothing Reg, it’s fine, I’m fine” you reassured him not wanting him to get in a fight with his fellow teammate.

“Yeah I handled things pretty well” Chuck spoke with a devilish smirk on his face not even sorry about what he did and that made you feel more violated than ever.

“How dare you?! You asshole!” you continued at him while slapping his face and Reggie pulled you away.

“Chuck what did you do?” Reggie questioned his teammate.

“Oh, C’mon Reggie she was asking for it” Reggie’s blood boiling not knowing to what he was referring but nobody spoke about you that way not with him around, not ever “don’t act innocent ever since the day she started developing your eyes linger longer than ever too” Chuck continued as Reggie threw the first punch.

It almost was a full on fight until the coach Clayton emerged and broke it up protecting his kid.

“Don’t come near her again I swear your dad won’t be able to save you every time” Reggie hissed as you two were dismissed from school.


You both walked to your house quietly, until he finally broke the silence.

“(Y/N) I’m sorry, I just, I hate how I wasn’t there to protect you. (Y/N) you have to tell me what he did” he spoke with worry in his eyes you stayed quiet “(Y/N/N) I know you hate it when I fight, but I hate it when people mess with the things I care about.”

“I- h- he-, I just want to go home and put some pants on” you ignored the question not wanting him to go crazy as you opened the door to your house.

“I’m going to go change, be right down” you proclaimed.

You changed and made your way to the kitchen as Reggie was making himself a sandwich.

“(Y/N), you have to tell me what he did, please, I’m your best friend” this time he ordered and you sighed in defeat.

“You can’t go fuming mad man on him Reggie, or I swear I won’t ever trust you again” you lied knowing you had to tell him before anyone tried to mix up the story as he nodded.

“He- uh- he touched my ass” you spoke softly looking into his eyes hurt in them for what had happened to you.

Reggie grabbed you by the waist pulling you into a hug, and you thought that maybe he wouldn’t go hulk on Chuck although you kind of wish he would because he deserved it.

“I’m sorry (Y/N)” Reggie whispered to you as he ran out of your home and you couldn’t catch up to him.


An hour later you heard the doorbell ring as you opened the door to reveal Reggie with blood in his knuckles and a small scratch on his forehead. You smiled internally because you knew Chuck got the worse of it, but worry is what showed in your eyes as you pulled him in to the kitchen as you looked for the first-aid kit.

“Dammit Reggie, what did you do?” you asked knowing the answer, as you climbed the counter to reach the kit and you missed a step and he caught you.

“You don’t deserve being treated like that (Y/N/N)” he pointed out still holding on to you.

He finally settled you down as you cleaned up his wounds.

“Look you have to keep quiet about this, we both got in trouble at school for going against Chuck” you pronounced soon to be cut off by him.

“No (Y/N), I can’t do that, you’re my girl, nobody messes with us” he raged.

“No Reg, I know what he did was wrong, but this, if the school finds out. They will call my mom, look I don’t want any more trouble. If my mom finds out I- I- Reggie, please you’re my guy too, you know that. I just want to forget about this.” you pleaded as you heard your mom pull up in the driveway.

“(Y/N) what is this about you slapping Chuck Clayton at school today, and why did I have to find out from a call from the principal and not you” Your mom interrupted you and Reggie as she stepped in the house.

“Shit” you mumbled under your breath and stayed quiet.

“Well are you going to tell her?” Reggie added with anger in his voice not wanting you to keep quiet about this whole ensemble.

“Reggie shut up!” you ordered.

“He touched your ass (Y/N), that’s harassment!” Reggie stated harshly and your mother stood there with wide eyes.

“Look mom I didn’t want to tell you because I- its embarrassing okay! I- Don’t you hear what they say about the girls that this happens to. They get slut-shamed even if they’re like me and never have gone out with anyone. It’s so degrading and I can’t stand it, but I hate getting myself or even other people in trouble. Yes even if it’s Chuck and he wasn’t sorry because I hate conflict” you finished tears finally leaving your eyes.

“Oh honey, you’re not a slut. You are not anything they will try to say about you.” your mom pulled you into a hug “but we all need to speak to the principal about what really happened that boy needs to learn there will be consequences to his actions.”

“No mom Reggie is going to get more in trouble if we do, he just went on a punching spree on Chuck” you added as your mom pulled away from the hug and gave a small hug to Reggie.

“Did you get him good?” your mom encouraged.

“MOM!” you chuckled at her comment.

“Well, I need to know that if he’s going to get in trouble it’s going to be worth it” she explained.

“So worth it” Reggie gushed as he brought you both in for a small hug.


Later Reggie “left.” It really just means your mom kicks him out of the house because it gets too late, but he always climbs through your window into your room.

As Reggie was climbing your window he accidently hit his cut on the forehead.

“You’re getting too big for my window, I’m going to have to find a bigger one, although that will make my mom figure out our arrangement” you chuckled as he sat next you in bed.

“Yeah, she’s going to ruin our sleepovers”


1 new message:


Hey Reggie hope you don’t mind (Y/N) gave me your number. 😉

-Ronnie xx

“Now why did you do that?” Reggie asked you as he showed you his phone.

“She asked for it, she asked if you were available; I thought you were” he looked down “so who’s the girl then? I’m sure if I tell Ron she will understand that it was misunderstanding” you gave him a puzzled look.

“No girl, not important I’m just not interested” Reggie fidgeted as he typed down a message letting her down easy.

“Oh c’mon you’d never turn down a girl like Ronnie, who has you like this” you grinned but at the same time sad that there just might be another girl that was going to take up Reggie’s time.

“I think we should just drop it” he ignored the topic “So how are you holding up?”

“I wish it was me that punched Chuck” you said softly laying your head on his shoulder.

“I’d like to see that” Reggie chuckled.

“I’m still mad at you, you know; but I can’t stay mad at you forever because I don’t know what I’d do without you Mantle” you commented looking to his bruised fists.

“I had to he disrespected my girl” Reggie retorted placing his arm around you “I’m just happy I saw you slap him, I never thought I’d see the day you hit someone” he laughed as you playfully punched him “ow, I’m injured, how dare you” he continued.

“That’s not my fault” you defended.

“Oh but it is (Y/N/N), I punched the hell out of him for you” he looked directly at your eyes.

The atmosphere changed within the second you both laid eyes on each other, Reggie looked vulnerable like he wanted to say something, but was scared of the outcome that could come after if he spilled his feelings.

“How are we still friends?” you broke your gaze as he squeezed you tighter to his side.

“What do you mean? We’ve always be friends” Reggie declared but it hurt. Reggie had grown fond of you the moment he realized you were the only one who was ever there for him. In the absence of his family you were there, the coach pinned him against Archie you were there, when he lost his friend Jason you were there.

He knew how you felt about clichés, but all he wanted was to be part of a different cliché with you. He wanted to be the jock that got the sweet girl. The guy best friend who got to date his best friend because he knew that you were his soulmate.

There you both sat knowing your feelings for each other, but afraid to speak of them. He was afraid of rejection and you your excuse was a cliché which you came up with in middle school because you were tired of everyone and their assumptions about you and Reggie. Most importantly because you fell in love with your best friend and you had to make everyone think otherwise.

“I know, but I mean were both a bit different in most stories we were supposed to fall apart and forget each other. You with your popularity and me the shy quiet one” confirmed.

“Are you hinting something?” Reggie gave you a sad smile.

“No, I’m just glad we’ve actually stuck to each other” you smiled back.

“Good, different is good, I like our story” Reggie added and you blushed.

You both laid down in your bed and fell asleep to wake up to your alarm ringing a bit earlier as it always did when Reggie would sleep over so he had time to back to his house to get ready, he lived next door anyways.

You opened your eyes as you were cuddled to Reggie, your head resting on his chest and his arms around your waist.

“Reggie it’s morning” you spoke as he held you tighter not wanting to get up.

“Just five more minutes, please” he wouldn’t let go.

“Mantle the magnificent, I hope you realize my mom doesn’t knock and were supposed to go with her to school today about you know who” you started poking him to get up even though what you wanted was to keep cuddling with him.

“Fine” he let go as you both stood up.

You had a very nervous expression about the whole situation, you wanted justice but Chuck always seemed to get away with it and you two were alone in the hallway when he touched you, there was no witnesses and it all just dawned at you and Reggie saw your expression as he was about to climb out.

“Hey” he grabbed you by the shoulders “It’s all going to be okay, your mom is going to be there and so am I” he grabbed one of your hands as he intertwined his with yours which sent butterflies in your stomach.

“But that didn’t stop him before, I mean no one saw, I have no witnesses.” You freaked as he let his hand go from your shoulder and placed in your chin.

“(Y/N)?” he looked you straight in the eyes.

“Yeah” you said a little short of breath.

“No one messes with what’s mine” he commented as he placed his lips on yours and it shocked you at first but you kissed back.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that for” he confessed as he rested his forehead on yours.

“Probably not as long as I have wanted that to happen” you spilled as he gave you a wide smile.

“So can you tell Ronnie I’m taken now” he beamed.

“As long your there with me” you approved.

“So you don’t mind being a cliché with me?” he questioned you.

“I’ll be your cliché” you announced as you placed one last kiss on his lips so you both could get ready for school.


@sgarrett49 @casual-ellipsoidal @isis278

@forsythependletonjonestheiii @oharchiekinz 

Everyone’s Favourite Bisexual, Annabeth Chase

“Piper cupped her “friend’s” face, in a totally platonic way. She pulled Annabeth forwards until their foreheads touched, in a totally platonic way Through her fingertips, she could feel Annabeth’s rapid pulse, which is a totally platonic and straight thing to comment on”

like yes please show us more male friendships that are soft and loving and supportive but i never want to see “platonic bro life partners who don’t have any significant others bc nobody else could possibly be as important as their platonic bro soulmate but they’re totally not gay” ever again

royalharkinian  asked:

Hello friend, I've noticed a crap ton of sidonxlink shipping and I'm just curious why people think it's "the ship" of the game? Because when I first saw it I was just super 'those are some good bros just doing friend stuff' but I'm like super open to seeing the other side. Please pull me into this ship. I want to learn!


Well, I don’t know if I’d consider Sidlink ‘’The Ship’’, I don’t think Breath of The Wild has a truly canon ship outside of marriages.

But hey, I’d love to tell you why I adore this ship. Personally, of course, I can’t speak for my fellow shippers on this one.

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Could you do a Tony X Reader but totally platonic. to where ppl thought they were dating and asked at a party if they were until one confessed that Tony was gay and everyone was so dumbfounded? Thanks💗

“Are they ever apart?” Jessica asked watching you and Tony enter the party across the room, everyone agreed with her and laughed. “Want a drink?” Tony asked you and you nodded back, you stopped to talk to some friends from school as he fetched the drinks. He came back and handed you your drink and rested his hand in the middle of your back, you said bye to your friends and made your way to a free space on the couch, both sitting down, you spent at least an hour just sitting talking, people watching and laughing together. It was your turn to get drinks this time, making your way to the kitchen you said hi to everyone hanging out in there “Tony is very touchy with you, are you dating now?” Jessica asks with a giggle making you laugh a little too loud “no, jess were not dating, I unfortunately for him don’t have a penis” you chuckled pouring the drinks and turning round to see everyone’s shocked faces “what?” You ask “tony is gay!?” They ask making you laugh again and you nod and give them a look as if they are stupid “guys are so lucky! They always get the hot ones!” You heard someone whine as you walked back to the sofa “what’s so funny?” Tony asks taking his drink “I’ve just outed you to at least 12 very confused people that thought we were dating” you say and now it was his time to laugh “they’re so disappointed you’re not straight” you say and he hung his head back “I can’t help being this gorgeous!” He exclaimed making you laugh.

“You wanna ditch and cuddle?” He asks looking around at all the drunk people and you nod standing up, he grabs your hand and walks you through the house “you were just joking weren’t you?” Jess asks looking at your hands “I really am gay, Jess. I have a boyfriend” he says looking down “I’m so happy for you!” She drunkenly sings and pulls him into a hug, he laughs and rolls his eyes at you making you laugh. “Lets go princess” he whispers, taking your hand again and walking you to his house.

I’m sorry this was short and bad, I dont have much energy for writing but didn’t want to leave you waiting
Welcome to Heathrow Airport

Prompt: Reader meets Lin at the airport during a painfully long layover. They talk and are nerds. *No one asked for this; I’m just Lin-trash.

Words: 809

Author’s Note: If you like this, then I’m totally open to prompts if you have any you want to send in!

Warnings: some casual cursing; this could totally just be the start to a wonderful platonic friendship if you wanted

Layovers were the devil’s gift to the world; a one-way package from hell with no return address. The ones that were only an hour or less were annoying but doable. This particular layover was five hours. God, it was torturous. You had been in Spain for nearly a month doing research for your newest book, a historical fiction meets fantasy book set in the south of Spain.

While the Wi-Fi in the Heathrow Airport was nowhere near the quality to what you would have gotten back home, it was finally good enough to download the—hopefully—last batch of edits for the book that was due in a few months. It was nice to switch mindsets for a bit into an editing mode rather than the drafting and outlining mode you’d been in for the past month. Not that you’d be able to actually do anything other than edit in the airport because the background conversations were endlessly distracting, and you often found yourself with your fingers unmoving on the keyboard, just listening to people.

Since it wasn’t holiday season and all the seats in all the gates weren’t constantly occupied, you’d managed to find a fairly isolated, recently emptied gate to sit in and work on edits with a sandwich, a bag of chips, and a coffee in the seat next to you.

It felt like you’d been working for hours. You’d now moved to the floor with your laptop in the seat as a sort of makeshift desk, all snacks were long gone, but when you looked at the clock on your laptop, you saw that there were still three and a half hours left in the layover.

Dropping your hands to your side, you fell backward onto the ground with a groan reverberating through your brain. I’m going to die in this fucking airport. This is it. This is the end. You closed your eyes so that the fluorescent lights from hell didn’t blind you.

“Sorry, but are you (Y/N)?”

You opened one eye, but the face was just a shadow, his features lost in the backlit setting. Sitting up, you tousled your hair before turning to the face.

God, what do I do? Stand? Bow? Ask how the fuck Lin-Manuel Miranda knows who I am?

You settled for staring at him like an absolute idiot.

“Again, sorry to interrupt what looked like a very important existential crisis, but I’m a huge fan of your work. Couldn’t pass up disturbing you.”

Is my mouth hanging open? Thank god, it’s not, but …

“You-you’re a big fan of me?” You let an airy laugh escape your lips as you pointed to your chest because the reference to yourself wasn’t clear enough. “I’ll have to extend the same compliment to you as well.” He sat on one of the hundreds of empty seats in the near-deserted gate. “What brings you to London, if I may ask?”

“Working on some Hamilton things, some other projects,” he leant forward onto his knees so that now he was exponentially closer than he had been before, “annoying vague, I know, but if I told you everything, I’d have to kidnap you and torture the last Labyrinth book out of you.”

You gave him a side glare, which you hoped he took the right way, and a raised eyebrow as you moved to your laptop to minimize the window you’d left open pre-collapse. “In that case,” you trailed off with a quirked lip.

No way. Are you working on it right now?” You nodded and tucked your head. A big part of publishing was promoting the book you’d written. Going on tour, doing interviews, social media-ing, all very much things that you’d hoped to avoid with the use of an almost-pseudonym. The third book in your Labyrinth series had come out in 2013, nearing on three years ago, and now you were working on the last edits of the series you’d been working on since you were a freshman in college. It was terrifying, and you never wanted to have to send in the last batch of edits for this book because then it would be over.

You just hated all the attention you’d gotten from the books. Well, not hate exactly; the attention paid the bills, after all, made you feel useful in the world, but it came with a pressure that you could never have anticipated at nineteen.

“Well if you need someone to read it early, then-” he raised his hands up and a shrug rolled over his shoulders.

“Sorry, but my editor and I are the only two people in the world that have read this book front to back. You’ll just have to wait.”

“Damn. Well, it was worth a try. Where you headed?”

“JFK. You?”

“Same. Mind humoring me until then?”

“It’d be my pleasure.”

story time!

so every year my high school used to do this thing called “A Grand Night for Singing” which was kind of like a talent show except it was entirely singing and also there were no prizes, it was just for the choir kids to have fun

and it was my senior year so I decided to do it with my friend

my Very Very Good Friend

so we had to pick a song that would encapsulate our friendship

our totally 100% platonic friendship

what duet could we sing that speaks to the unfathomable bond between such good friends?

something from Wicked? maybe “When You Believe” from The Prince of Egypt?



(I was Derek and she was Odette, which was especially funny because I was a first soprano and she was an alto and my Derek was the most exaggerated dudely voice you can imagine)

so we sang this song in front of a whole lot of people

to celebrate our Friendship With Absolutely No Pants Feelings Involved, No Sir

except that it turns out that we actually had massive crushes on each other the whole time that we just hadn’t acknowledged or told each other about (and now we’re dating like six years later)

you guys

we gal-palled ourselves

Okay but like can we give the boys, especially Dean, a break. They watched the demon they love to hate sacrifice himself, they just got their Mom back and now she is trapped in the other world and then their best friend, brother from another mother (I guess father in this case but that doesn’t rhyme), *cough* love of Dean’s life *cough*, is stabbed in the back from the archangel that just won’t leave them the fuck alone and sadly this archangel isn’t Gabriel

no one can convince me that hunk and lance dont take each other out on bro dates like dressing up and going to dinner together and paying for each other

Rivamika Trust Theory(?)

if you’ve read my previous post, you’ll find some redundant points here. Though, I really, really want to talk about their trust in this post. So, that’s what I’ll do. :)

Again, I apologize for any repeats! (Wow, Irony)


1. Family Ackertree

Before I begin with this post, I’d like to display this to clear some air. Wouldn’t want anyone going into this post with the mindset of: “they’re siblings, you satanic poop.” Even though this ship could be totally platonic depending on your mindset. 

So, if the risk of incest was the only conflict for you, maybe you’ll read this?

Honestly, I feel like I should just slam this picture into all of my posts jfc


2. Their Current Development

This point was worth repeating, simply because how hard I’m cringing at those who’re abandoning this ship just because they think this scene sunk it. You’ll go down with this ship, huh?

Transitioning from the beginning of the manga, Mikasa went from full-out wanting to hurt Levi to the current point in chapter 84, of avoiding all injury if at all possible. Sure, I’d imagine she still feels resentment towards him. But she has him pinned down, even holding a damn blade to his neck. Yet, she chooses to ask him for the serum. Politely, too! 

Given the situation, it’s no shocker her face displays a different story. But in contempt of that, it’s just as shocking that despite wielding so much power in that very, very stressful moment, she lets go of her previous intentions of violence and makes an effort to communicate. Her words are threatening but if she wanted to hurt him, she would’ve done it by then.


3. Levi’s Trust in Concern for Mikasa

But Levi and Mikasa hate each other, wtf!?” <– No, no. That right there? We do not tolerate that here. That’s a major no-no. 

This chart itself is hopefully self-explanatory, without even a timeline needed. But that’s not the point here. I’d like to brief his trust in her. This has to be my favorite point by far.

Reflecting on chapter 30, look at how spontaneous Mikasa was. Levi witnessed this first-hand. In fact…

He was unfortunate enough to realize just how painful her need to protect her brother was. I believe this moment shattered any potential trust he could’ve had in her. However, he had just officially met her. She had no reason to be trusted, solely because he hadn’t begun molding her character yet.

Right here. This is, in my opinion, where it all began. 

Mikasa had been scolded on her priorities, on endangering her teammate. Levi’s come to the realization of just who she was and who she needed to be for the sake of herself and her team. And for the first time, she followed orders that didn’t concern Eren as the priority. She didn’t go after the Female Titan. She didn’t follow her desires. Instead, she followed her captain.

There’s several moments like this, Mikasa beating herself up, throughout the manga, including asking him about the very leg she injured! 

This is what Levi’s worked for in terms of Mikasa. He wanted to trust her. But first, she needed to learn to trust herself. He needed to know he could rely on her.

And here we are. The Ackerbowl. 

After everything that’s happened, this wasn’t unexpected. I would’ve been upset if he fought back, but he didn’t. He didn’t fight back because he finally trusts her. 

He fought every single titan outside the walls and lived, making it to the walls with the last amount of gas he had left. I wouldn’t blame him for being weak! I mean… If it weren’t for this scene, I would’ve believed it.

It’s easy to blame an adrenaline rush for this. But seriously? I would think having a blade threatening to decapitate you at any given second would give you the same rush. But what do I know?

Their whole relationship had been building up to that moment. Like I said, if she wanted to hurt him, she would’ve done it. But she didn’t. He trusted that everything he’s been working towards, in terms of shaping her character development, would help him, trusted that he could lay there and negotiate. He trusted what he’s learned from her, that it’s better to reason with her than fight her. He trusted that he didn’t have to result to hurting her.

Overall, this was a pretty small scene in the manga. Seriously, it only lasted less than a few pages. But regardless, it motivated me to make this medium-ass post..because that one, single scene of her surprised by his “weakness” sparked my curiosity. I feel like there was so much going on in that chapter that the little things get ignored.

But bottom line, I feel that he wanted to trust her throughout the manga. Until that point, he could only show his concern for her.

This is really just my take on it. I’m not sure how well my point went across here. Sorry, I’m aware that I missed a lot of crucial points that could’ve backed this up… but I’m running on no sleep. :)

Looking back, I can see some flaws in this, so I’m just going to go ahead and label it as a theory. Or maybe just a little ramble? Either way, I don’t know. I need to sleep. Lol.

chasseuseartisane  asked:

✿ (embarrass her), ✉, ø, ⁇ (oops, Fern will now message her lots)

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you

✿ 13:45-I know your business is putting clothes on people, but I’m wondering if you could help me take mine off? I may need a demonstration.

ø 23:41- have you ever looked at somebody and were just like WOW that’s the person for me
23:41-asking for a friend

?? 23:02- it just isn’t fair
23:35-could we hang out sometime?? Totally platonic
23:37-I accidentally sent that to Simone first, she said no
23:48-you’re reallyyy pretty
23:49-don’t tell Simone I said that
00:24-so, like, what would a dude have to dooo to get you to likeee him. Theoreticicallyy
00:30-youre just reallt niiiice and I’m reallu drunkk but not drunk I’m joking Simone said u don’t like drunk dudes I don’t even drink
01:02-look I just really like u you’re just so wow and I saw you n I was all !!!!!!! And I just think we’d make cute kids ok they’d ve adorabble and I could make u real hapoyyyy alright even if ur brother is kindu scary cuz he’s so BIG but I just want tu tell u how I fell and I just wannu touch yuore face wit my face a lil bit if thatd be okkkk
01:03- lol that wasmt even me thad was Gaspard silly gaparddd he stile my ohone

stupid and cute au ideas
  • it’s raining day and you’re in the car with the person you like and you’re driving nowhere and a song comes on the radio that you both like or or they’re showing you a song they think you’ll like and just connections?? feels?? works well with crushes
  • we’re best friends and we live right next door to each other and have windows right across from each other and talk in the middle of the night or when they’re upset. could be totally platonic or lead to something more
  • you’re the hugest book nerd and while i absolutely hate reading, i ask you for book suggestions as an excuse to start talking to you. but then i actually read a couple of these books and wow they’re really good? you have really good taste?? suggest me more? let’s bond over books
  • i work at a daycare and you come to pick up your younger sibling/kid and they’re totally in love with me and don’t wanna go home yet so we get to talking over playdoh sculptures
  • i’m really low on money right now but there is no way i can live with my parents anymore so i looked int he paper and found an ad for a wanted roommate. i’m hella awkward and wake up at the butt crack of dawn and you’re kind of an asshole and stay up late jamming music. 
  • Kvothe: So what do you think about the Chandrian?
  • Date: Why are you interested in childish nonsense like that? No matter, I heard this beautiful poem last week-
  • Kvothe, shoving breadsticks into his cloak pockets: Bye
Boy Culture in Supernatural

So I want to talk about Sam and Dean in relation to something I call “boy culture,” and no I do not mean that movie from 2006. “Boy Culture” is a term I’m borrowing from this book, and I think it’s best exemplified in a number of movies, my favorites being Stand By Me and The Outsiders, as well as The Goonies, The Lost Boys,  The Sandlot, Dead Poet’s Society, and more recently, Super 8. The list goes on.

Boy culture is, essentially, a set of rules, values, and customs commonly used by groups of young boys - and for the sake of this particular discussion, American boys -  from childhood into young adulthood. At its core, it prizes four main values - courage, loyalty, mastery, and independence - that are also largely emphasized by the American standards of masculinity often set for adults. The difference here, the part that makes it ‘boy’ culture and not ‘man’ culture, is the focus on intimate same-sex friendships and a group mentality. Think spit handshakes and the alternate definitions of “blood brothers.” At a young age, boys are allowed a physical and emotional closeness that they aren’t allowed in later life. Interestingly enough, the process of growing out of boy culture generally happens as a boy’s desire for intimate relationships is transferred from the companionship of male friends to the companionship of a romantic partner.

So I think it’s very easy to see the way this applies to how the Winchester boys were raised, certainly. Loyalty to the family, mastery of hunting, courage to face monsters, the independence to care for themselves when necessary. The intimate bond between the two of them being of the utmost importance in their lives. All well and good, but here’s the thing: Sam grew out of it, Dean didn’t.

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the-young-animator-animations  asked:

My fav Yu-Gi-Oh Ship is Vaseshipping. What are your thoughts on the ship?

10,000% adorable. I could totally get behind Vaseshipping. I typically ship it platonically in my own headcanons because I headcanon Atem as solidly gay (Mana is bi/pan), but they are fantastic friends both platonic and romantic. I see Atem being the ideas guy while Mana is the one who executes the plans for ultimate shenanigans. Overall, a good ship.

Now I’m legit afraid to post any of my fics because of one part where Junkrat hugged Roadhog (which could totally be platonic) and now certain users are being cunts about ships besides Roadrat.

High Boom and Symmrat fics are going to probably sit on my computer forever because I’m genuinely afraid of the hate I’ll receive for posting them because some idiots convinced themselves Roadrat was canon.

I dunno guys.