it looks like they're the only two people in the world

Okay but listen y’all.

Izuku and Bakugou attend a 5-year reunion for their 3rd-year junior high class!

So they’re like, 19/20. Only a year or two out of UA. Haven’t really established names for themselves in the hero world yet. Probably still working as sidekicks at other heroes’ agencies.

And it’s not like, an official reunion or anything.

More just a bunch of old friends hanging out, wanting to see how each other are doing.

And they invite Deku because like, lol they need entertainment, right? And what could be better than harassing the kid they used to bully all the time in school. It’s not like he could’ve done anything useful with his life.

So imagine, it’s like half an hour past the established meeting time. Almost everyone they’re expecting has already arrived.

Then, Bakugou walks into the restaurant they’re all at, and he’s talking and laughing with someone his old classmates can’t recognize.

He’s tall, with short black curls and a friendly face. He’s built sturdy, and looks to be well on his way to All Might’s physique. He walks with an enviable confidence that matches Bakugou’s, and his shining green eyes are friendly and intelligent.

He’s probably one of Bakugou’s heroics friends from school or from the agency he works at, they all assume. Which isn’t bad or anything, a lot of them have brought significant others or close friends along with them. The more the merrier, right?

They turn out to be both right, and horribly wrong at the same time.

“What’s up, asshats?” asks Bakugou as he walks up to the group, a shark-like grin on his face. 

A couple of people roll their eyes at his language, but let it go with mutters of “classic Katsuki.”

“So, what took you two so long?” asks one girl from the table next to theirs after they’ve both sat down.

Virtually everyone is listening in, because as rookie heroes, the two of them are by far the most interesting ones there.

Bakugou just rolls his eyes.

“Work ran late,” he says. “Nothing super exciting or anything, just villain cleanup. And then when I went to pick this asshole up, he decided to be a diva and take forever to finish getting ready.” And then, with an eye roll and a conspiratorial stage whisper, Bakugou adds, “He has a date after this.”

“Oh fuck off, Katsuki,” the other guys says, shoving at Bakugou’s face with one hand while he texts on his phone with the other. “Or did you forget you and Kirishima are coming with us?”

Bakugou just snickers, batting his hand away. “The difference between us, Deku, is that I don’t still get like a nervous schoolgirl whenever my boyfriend so much as looks at me. How long have you and the ice bastard been going out now?”

Suddenly, there’s an audible gasp from everyone in their group, the revelation of Bakugou being not-straight taking a backseat to the fact that, holy shit, the guy with him is fucking none other than-


Izuku flinches a little at the volume of the outcry, then turns to look at them all with a bewildered expression.

“Yeah…?” he asks, confused.

And meanwhile Bakugou just bursts out laughing because damn, he had expected this, but it’s still the most hilarious thing ever.

“Since when did you get…” one of them starts to say, only to be elbowed in the ribs by a friend, and they immediately shut up as their brain catches up with their mouth. “…get to be so close with Katsuki?” they improvise, smiling awkwardly. Bakugou, whose expression had suddenly gotten dangerous, relaxes then, and they thank god that they hadn’t blurted out their original thoughts after all.

“Uh…when he suddenly became a decent person?” asks Izuku, grinning cheekily at his friend.

Bakugou rolls his eyes and huffs sulkily, but doesn’t do anything to deny that he used to be…not so good.

Izuku laughs.

“It’s amazing what good role models and supportive friends will do in improving someone’s shitty, toxic attitude. Now, Bakugou’s at least a lovable asshole instead of just an asshole.”

Bakugou still doesn’t say anything but he’s starting to look like he’s pouting.

Izuku seems intent on trying to rile him up.

“It’s such a relief too,” he says, eyes mischievous. “I mean, we wouldn’t another Endeavor on the loose, am I right?”

“YOU FUCKING SHUT THAT WHORE MOUTH, DEKU!” Bakugou immediately shouts then, little explosions going off in his hands as he slams the table they’re sitting at. “You can say whatever you want about me, but don’t you fucking dare compare me Endeavor ever again or I swear to All Might I will-”

And his old classmates just stare at him, mouths agape.

Not because he’s shouting at Izuku or anything. That’s not anything new.

But because Izuku is just laughing at him, not looking the least bit tense.

Bakugou’s voice may be loud, but there’s nothing aggressive in his body language and even when he’s shouting, the way he says Deku has changed so drastically.

There’s none of the scorn or contempt from their junior high days.

The way he says Deku is less like an insult, and more like a fond nickname.

And that, more than anything, shows just how much their old classmate has changed.

the signs as people from my university
  • Aries: That girl who loves partying and socializing with people, she's a fangirl of so many buffed-up singers and she's so pretty. She's kinda judgmental and she's homophobic but she follows so many gay people and likes their posts and nobody in my generation really understands why. She can be really impulsive sometimes and she hates classes but she's a good friend and a funny person
  • Taurus: That girl who is always late, she has social anxiety and she's silent af. Grades are not her forte'. She tries to socialize very hard and everyone is annoyed by the fact that she tries to discuss things that she really doesn't know shit about. She is afraid of some professors, she is christian af and she is kinda lost, but she's a good girl who believes in the supernatural and she always invites us to coffee at her place
  • Gemini: The girl who loves spending time with people, she always loves to discuss about every topic, she knows so much about many things, she's doing great with her grades and she's among the top 5 students in the entire generation. Also, she has PERFECT, sonorous American accent and everybody loves it. She always initiates coffee gatherings but nobody really comes because she's not that much of a leader and her voice is so soft so nobody could really hear when she's talking. She's also a passionate gamer AND in the same time she finds time to maintain her grades and social life
  • Cancer: That (jock) guy who's the tallest one, he's blonde, buffed-up and he's the definition of a straight white boy. He's childish as fuck and he can become very boring sometimes. Once, my colleagues have shooed him out of the cafeteria because he was bothering them. He also tells so many stupid dad-jokes and laughs at his own jokes, flirts with some professors, has been single since forever (not that he's ugly - he's average looking but he's so much boring sometimes because he doesn't have any real friends and he gets excited about people so he doesn't know WHEN to stop). He literally flirts with every single female human being that he can find and he pushes them all away because he's pushy af. He's also introverted and doesn't really know his way with girls
  • Leo: That girl who's one of the top students in the generation. She's always smiling, she has the best grades, she always tries to present this "perfect" image of herself. She is very intelligent and she loves reading, she gets drunk like every second day but that doesn't stop her from maintaining her perfect grades. She's very successful and she's a good leader, she knows all the fresh gossip and she always sits in the first row with her best university friend. In fact, she and her best uni friend are hated by everyone because they're just so successful and everyone's jealous of them. She also secretly hates everybody and gossips with her best uni friend. She and her friend have tons of screenshots ready to blackmail people if anyone says anything against them lmao. But everyone (every zodiac sign) in this generation pretends we like each other so...
  • Virgo: That professor who's VERY detail-oriented and she's a big perfectionist but she can't fix her awful handwriting. She's very successful and she has TONS of potential, she literally KNOWS EVERYTHING about her subjects but sometimes she can really drain us physically and emotionally. She gives us tons of assignments and homework and she always gives us lectures on the most difficult courses. Jfc she behaves like we study in Cambridge / Oxford. But don't get me wrong, she's NOT a bad person. She's actually a VERY good person and at the end of each semester she buys us coffee and tea, she talks with us about our experience with the course and she just wants us to learn some things that we should learn, that's why we perceive her as "difficult" and "problematic"
  • Libra: That girl who loves hugging, has great communication skills and is a social justice warrior. She thinks that she's everyone's friend and she always tries to criticize everyone's opinion, thinking that she'll seem and sound more intelligent. She also listens to rock and metal, she loves children and she smokes a lot, she's very sensitive and she's very friendly. Once, on the Facebook group of the university, she tried to accuse Pisces of something he didn't do and he literally ruined her in front of all those people, that was one of her biggest mistakes she's ever done in uni because she didn't know that that guy can be pretty evil when someone tries to insult/hurt him. The next day in uni she was on the verge of a mental breakdown because that guy really hurt her with his words, making her look stupid and pretentious, and everybody stopped talking to that guy for like, a month or two
  • Scorpio: That girl who's late in class 90% of the time, and those 10% she's not present in class. She is very quiet and she doesn't show particular interest in anything. She doesn't have a taste in fashion and style, unlike most Scorpios that I know. She just wants to go home all the time and nobody knows what she's doing in her life, she's so mysterious and she's not a good teamworker because she doesn't really care about her grades
  • Sagittarius: That girl who can't stop talking and she's always arguing with someone but we all love her. She's very communicative but she's insecure at the same time. She has tons of likes on Facebook and Instagram. She's a VERY open-minded girl, she hates racism, homophobes, nazi scum and racists. She's a really good friend with Leo and Pisces but Capricorn is her bff and her roommate. She has an excellent taste in fashion, style and music and she has S_L_A_Y_I_N_G eyebrows. I think that she's bi/lesbian but maybe she's closeted. She always hugs Capricorn and gets beaten by Capricorn because Capricorn can't stand people touching her
  • Capricorn: That girl who loves vintage notebooks, loves taking studyblr photos and uploads them on tubmlr and Instagram, she loves journeys and we haven't heard her talking for THREE GODDAMN YEARS. She is very antisocial and introverted but she has excellent taste for art, film, music and she's like 24/7 on her phone because it's obvious that she can't stand most of us but she's always sweet and supportive when someone approaches her. Sometimes she doesn't want to talk and she just smiles as a response. She's Sagittarius' best friend and roommate and they've became really close friends. She also loves journeys and she's a daydreamer but she's very intelligent. Her grades are not that good, she's not an attention whore and she tries to be "invisible" but she simply can't
  • Aquarius: That guy with his cockney accent who has insane memory and loves football. He's actually a loner, he's a bit creepy and weird, le loves britpop and indie nd he was one of the best students in the first two years of uni but his grades dropped. He's like, very secretive and he can be pretty arrogant and you just can't sit next to him because he's telling jokes all the time which takes your attention away. He is a loner and once he publicly told us that he used to have cyber sex with his girlfriend because she lived in another country and they've never met in real life (I mean, who tells such things omg Aqua get your shit together). He tries to insult people and he tries to be sarcastic but he can only be sarcastic with the stupid ones. He also thinks that he's a know-it-all and that he's the most intelligent person in the world. He can be really judgmental sometimes and he pushes people away with that
  • Pisces: That guy who always sits in the first row with his best university friend and is one of the top students in the generation. He's also a model, nerd, gamer, works out and whatnot. He is sweet to everyone and talks to everyone but he can be very sassy at times. He was the one who had a verbal fight with Libra because Libra triggered him and he destroyed her verbally. He's really skinny and dreamy and he has a very deep voice and an excellent taste in fashion and style. His style is kinda dark and he's so aesthetic. He listens to some music that no other people in the world listen to but he also listens to some mainstream music. In fact, he listens to whatever he wants and he doesn't really think about what other people think about him. He tends to roll his eyes a lot and he cares about his physical beauty more than he cares about his love life. He's too egotistic and self-centered and he's extremely picky, which makes him single most of the time.

anonymous asked:

hello! i don't personally ship she/ith but also no hate on you at all, just curious: how can you see their hugs as romantic? they're the only people who hug that way in vld (clasping hands and pulling each other into a hug,with pats on the back) and uhhh the only characters who hugged the literal same way (like, it's /literally/ the same if you look at screencaps) are bolin and mako from lok (same studio) and they're brothers so this kinda hug has clearly no romantic intentions ahhhh thoughts?

Hi! Okay, so first some ground things.This isn’t Korra. We have our own set of actual siblings (Matt and Pidge) in VLD to look at and compare sheith interactions to in the context of this universe, and there’s a very deliberate difference. Here’s something from one of my previous metas:

  • Speaking of intimacy, let’s look at how the first hug we see for sheith turns out and the way the first hug between Pidge and Matt goes. Again, one is framed and presented as distinctly romantic and intimately private, while the other is clearly familial:

The fact that Allura peers in on the first sheith hug and then guiltily looks away, like she was caught doing something she shouldn’t have–it makes the scene feel like a very intrusive moment. A stolen moment between just the two of them. There’s also the fact that everyone else is saying goodbye while these two appear to be off in their own little world. The way the camera angles to look similar to a couple sharing a kiss, the fact that you can see Keith’s hand has moved further down Shiro’s back as he tugged him closer–these are very distinctly romantic cues. So yeah, there are unique connotations here that should really be taken into account, and they speak of an intimacy far beyond the depths of casual brotherhood. 

And again, the concept of this being a distinctly sibling way to hug in either VLD or Korra falls apart at the seams when it’s not something that our actual sibling characters in Voltron ever do. There’s just no basis for it here in-universe. And here’s another hug literally outright stated as brotherly that doesn’t conform to that notion in VLD and is so obviously far less intimate than sheith’s:

Also, “they’re the only people who hug that way in VLD”–wrong. Shiro hugs Matt the same way, and that sure isn’t his brother either:

From this, we can assume that’s simply the way Shiro hugs people. It’s like his trademark thing. However, there’s a world of difference between Matt’s response and Keith’s. Matt leads with, “It’s good to see you, um, sir.” The stilted wording, the forced note of professionalism, the utter surprise and obvious discomfort at being pulled into a hug all of a sudden. Went in for a handshake, got a hug. Matt wasn’t prepared for this, and he sees it as some kind of breach in assumed boundaries. He and Shiro aren’t casual or close with one another in the way Shiro and Keith are. They just don’t share that easy intimacy. 

Both times Shiro and Keith hug, you can see how genuinely touched and moonstruck Keith looks. In the second hug, you can see “Shiro” really shares this loving gaze–it’s a softness neither of them ever exhibit when embracing anyone else. And it definitely feels romantic in tone. Their heartfelt goodbye is literally followed by everyone else on the team either tearing up or inwardly cheering them on. It’s really very sweet. And when you compare the way they come together to the start of Matt and Shiro’s hug, the difference is blatantly obvious. 

I also think it’s underappreciated just how amazing this open closeness and vulnerability is for someone like Keith. A quick thing from one of my earlier metas about Keith’s comfort level with the rest of the team:

  • There are a couple times when someone grabs him and he tenses or freezes up. Keith tells the Arusion he “doesn’t usually hug strangers” and that much is clear when you see his initial response to a lot of physical contact. So you get things like:
  • As opposed to:
  • I think Keith being so calm and touchy feely around Shiro also has a lot to do with the fact that that not only are they closer, but Shiro understands and adheres to his boundaries. In every other hug, the other person just grabs Keith and he doesn’t really get any say in it. He also looks startled at first before he can kinda ease into it. With Shiro, they both reach out and walk into the hug together, so it’s the one time when Keith really gets any choice in the matter. I’ve talked about it more here if you’re interested 

And again, this isn’t Korra. That being said, there are other noticeable comparisons between Shiro and Keith that can be made with characters in Korra–most notably Korra and Asami. In the first you’ll notice how Korra and Keith appear to have nearly the same expression when holding onto their loved one. And in the latter comparison, it’s obvious that a couple lovingly embracing while their family and friends looks on in support and maybe even tears up at their relationship is a clear sign of a romantic trope:

So yeah. Within the context of the series, I can still very easily read all the sheith hugs romantically. For me, it makes the most sense for that level of intimacy they indulge in. I understand if others prefer to interpret their interactions as platonic, but given all the other hugs and levels of intimacy presented in the series, a romantic connotation makes by far the most sense to me. 

how I see the signs and what I want them to know
  • (side note - View of a Virgo rising, Leo sun in the 12th, Libra moon in 2nd, mercury Cancer in 11th, venus Leo in 12th, mars Leo in 11th)
  • Aries: was once my best friend, she made literally everything in my life brighter and always helped me to just enjoy things and stop worrying all the time. Also great hugs. Just simply has that energy, wherever it may be - physically, mentally, staying up until you binge watched that show, giving you their last money so you can get yourself something to eat before you starve to death, always down for a talk and a walk even if they had a packed schedule. Please don't miss out on times when you just have to take a day off to get your beautiful and strong energy back. I care about your health so please don't forget to eat properly and don't miss out on that quality time if needed.
  • Taurus: a girl from my drama class and my little sisters moon sign, I am just so in love with your sense for aesthetic. Total sunshines. I feel like I can always rely on you, super compassionate and knows how to make you feel comfortable when youre not. I love that when you have a goal in your mind, you will give your everything to achieve that! Also so humble but like I want you so desperately to know how beautiful I think you are!! I enjoy your company a lot. Please don't be afraid of changes, I know that's such a mainstream thing to write for Taurus but I really do believe that maybe sometimes you need to be reminded that life can also begin at the end of your comfort zone.
  • Gemini: a guy and a girl from biology class, I am literally stunned at how much these people know. Eloquent fluffballs. I could listen to you spreading knowledge 24/7, make great jokes in my opinion and just kind of knows... everyone?? Get along with so many people, can be very chill but also full of energy when they're talking about things they are interested in. Also fun-fact kings and queens. Please remind yourself to stay loyal to your true friends, you may know many people with whom you get along with so well and for sure everyone is intersting in their own way, but it's very possible to feel lonely in a crowd. Your closest friends will always get you out of that and help you, I promise.
  • Cancer: a close friend of mine, literally the most caring person I've ever met. Actual comedians. I don't know I just straight up fell in love with your humour. All the Cancers I know have or had some extreme physical problems going on, please get well soon if you read this and you're also not feeling well. Mentally on the next level, strong and kind of unbreakable. Don't hide their feelings because they just know that when you bottle up your feelings it's never going to end well. They just get you and will be there for you no matter what. Please take care of yourself just as well as you do with your friends and family, you are a true blessing and it's definitely okay to rant or cry or just let it all out.
  • Leo: my english teacher and a guy I used to be close with, very often completely misunderstood and taken for granted, which can lead to unhealthy behaviour. Will make you feel great after a plain shit day. I strive to be this talented at just expressing myself or being confident, even if you just want the world to think you are confident when you're actually not. Cuddly queens and kings. Better not hurt their pride because it took them a lot of time to actually get to that level and in a world where people hate on you for loving yourself, to them it feels like, despite all their work, they are not worth of loving themselves. Please don't forget that although sometimes it's hard to look in the mirror and like what you see, there are caring and warm-hearted people who love you just the way you are.
  • Virgo: a girl in my class I simply adore, I always annoy you with my endless compliments. Kind of just in love with these down-to-earth and sweet people. Either super chill or worried a lot, I wish I could just hug you until you feel less stressed. Smol but strong beans you can learn a lot from. So reliable, I actually hate doing group projects and always want to do everything myself but since you share that opinion we created something I was really proud of and now we always do them together. Please remember that passion is something you shouldn't be ashamed of, you simply don't have to be because it's something you love and your needs are valid. Also dreaming big, it's possible, especially for you so why not?
  • Libra: a girl I recently got to know and am already completely amazed by, literal social butterflies who sometimes only know in hindsight how much they enjoyed the company of someone because they adapt so easily and it's rare to find someone where you can just simply be yourself. Love how they view life and that they make me want to talk more. Very open and you never feel excluded because they just know how to include everyone. Please don't forget to remind yourself who you truly are and not to lose yourself in another person, because there really is only one you no matter how good you are at adapting to literally every social situation, you are amazing and I want you to be comfortable as well.
  • Scorpio: my dad and my ex boyfriend's mom, two very caring peole in their own way. I always love how sharp their sarcasm can be. Can comfort extremely well when they want to. So many secrets and things to know about them that I can lose myself in them wanting to explore whats actually behind their shell. Teaches you life lessons. Please don't forget that humans aren't flawless and that's completely okay. You don't have to hold onto old grudges, communication is key and talking about these things, confronting these people who did you wrong will help you grow as a person.
  • Sagittarius: an old friend of mine, very cute people who get interested in so many things and they are so versatile and adventurous I absolutely love their lively nature. Memes™. Total dorks you can fall for in a second. Are actually the best partners to just talk to about anything because they will be interested and share their opinion with you. Please remind yourself that cutting off people can be a very wise decision and you don't have to keep up with everyones shit if that's just not what you're in for.
  • Capricorn: I am literally so attracted to these people it's unreal, although I kind of always think that they don't like me...... anyways, my bigger twin sisters are caps and they are humble souls who really had to fight for a lot in life sadly. So proud of you. Keep up with the hard work, you really deserve everything. So realistic and pure I have heart eyes. Supportive and extremely loyal. Will stand up for you if you need it. Straight face™ but still manages to make even the most serious people laugh. Please remind yourself to not overdo it with the work, take a day off to relax and let yourself go maybe, even if it's hard - with the right people you don't ever have to be afraid of being yourself.
  • Aquarius: my ex boyfriend whom I had a crush on for like 4 years, teached me great life lessons. Will always have a weakness for aquas, they just attract me so much, how much of a fluffy dork can you be tbh? Capacity of acceptance is incredible. So much fun to be with. Are kind of just good at everything? You can talk to them about anything, it won't feel weird, they won't question it and just talk to you about that topic. So friendly, an underrated trait in my opinion, just complete and simple friendliness you enjoy to the fullest. Please remind yourself to let people not only see your amazing shell but also your stunning core, there are people who love to talk about the same things you love and nothing about you is weird, you are special and I absolutely love it.
  • Pisces: a very sweet guy I've been texting with for the past months, very open minded and also have that sensitivity I strive to have. Very inspirational smol puppy. Actual daydreamers™, may be late to school but love deeply and would never neglect your love. Kind of hate almost everything that's planned out? (I'm sorry I just love to plan things out) will hug you no matter what. Does not fear to dream big, is very talented at artsy stuff in my opinion. Please don't forget that even if it seems hard, and yes our school system is kind of very bad,we get to have that education and your dreams will be reality if you work hard enough to achieve them. You have so much potential, please don't ever waste it.

omg-gilliankazoo-me-deactivated  asked:

Headcanon: when did the batboys (+Bruce) realize that they were falling for their s/o and what was their reaction to realizing they're in love? I hope this helps to make your day better ❤️



  • Bruce realized be was in love when he saw you helping Dick with his homework
  • it was just a regular day for you and Bruce
  • You had spent the night at the manor
  •  when Bruce woke up the next morning he saw you and Dick on the Dining table trying to memorize the quadratic formula together
  • Bruce’s boys were the most important thing to him and seeing the proud look on your face when Dick solved a problem on his own and the look of excitement on Dick’s when you praised him made Bruce’s cold heart melt
  • At first the thought of being in love flustered him
  • he was used to a fatherly or familial type of love, not love love
  • the more he thought of it or you, the more it excited him
  • he wanted to be with you forever
  • he wanted to be the man you came home to every night
  • he wanted you to become the mother of his adopted children 
  •  he wanted to be happy with you
  • and he was

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tangled-headphone-cord  asked:

I don't understand why it's wrong to befriend wild animals, especially if one lives alone/far from human settlements ( like those wildlife rehab places where workers bond with the animals) so it's not like the animal endangers itself just by coming there, I often see brought up that the animals would lose fear of humans in general, but.. one, is that really a problem if they're in a reserve anyway? Two, how come it would work like that? I thought wild animals are way less trusting (part 1)

compared to domesticated animals. And from my experience with dogs - I have a dog who acts like a playful puppy with my family, I’m pretty certain would never hurt us on purpose but barks at strangers and even on walks will let out a serious growl if they get too close, tolerates the dog she grew up with and plays with her daughter but is pretty aggressive with other dogs. Do wild animals not make that “everyone who wants my trust needs to earn it individually” distinction?

(This is going to be a fairly passionate response. I’m not trying to be a jerk, OP, I just have a lot of feelings on this). 

Let’s start with the first thing that jumps out at me here: your use of the word “befriend”. Not “interact with”, not “feed”, not “pet”. “Befriend”.  You’re looking for not just interaction, but an affiliative type of contact that hits a specific emotional state of being seen and recognized as important. Which leads to an immediate question of: this is a wild animal. Why do you think it wants to be your friend? Why do you think an animal that is not domesticated, not tame, that lives in a kill-or-be-killed harsh natural environment would find it worthwhile out to take time out of survival to have a mutually reciprocal relationship with a hairless primate? Why do you assume a wild animal is capable of that sort of friendship? 

I have a lot of complicated feelings about this whole question, but it comes down to the fact that humans to have decided that we deserve the friendship and affiliative interaction of every single living thing on earth and that it is okay for us to completely modify an animal’s life to gain it. I fundamentally disagree with that assumption. Animals are not here for us. Wildlife is not here for us. We don’t have the right to stick our noses into the lives of animals simply because we get warm fuzzy feelings from getting close to them (and somehow not getting our faces ripped off as we rightly deserve most of the time for trying). Half the species we try to expect affiliative interaction from are solitary predators, and many others aren’t species even capable of affiliative social interaction. Biophilia - the innate need to empathize with non-humans animals - is one thing, and that’s all well and good, but we don’t need to interact with or touch everything to fulfill it; that comes out of a weird modern mental complex that since the world was made for humans, it is ethical for humans to do whatever the hell we like with and to it, and that since humans are inherently above/better than/different from animals our jurisdiction over the universe also extends to their lives. I do not think we are outside the natural order - I do not think we have the right to insert ourselves into the lives of wild animals simply for our personal pleasure. 

Why? Our “friendship” with wildlife gets wildlife killed, in the long run, almost every single time. Human influence on an animal’s life majorly changes their behavior, their space use, their survival strategies, and their ability to actually act like an animal. None of this is good for survival. 

Animals habituated to humans as a source of resources stay near human habitats, and are not only at a higher risk of being hurt by people or cars but are also at a higher risk of being euthanized for being pests. Animals that consider people save still have fight-or-flight instincts and will lash out at well intentioned humans when cornered and will get euthanized for being dangerous, if not because they actually bit someone and have to be tested for rabies. Animals used to eating human food will often choose to search for human refuse above normal foraging behavior, and some animals fed too much human food will forever have the microbiome of their guts changed and may starve to death once human food is no longer available since they can’t digest their normal forage anymore. Some animals brought up in close contact with humans will seek out their company over those of conspecifics, and never mate, or never learn how to hunt and feed themselves if the humans move on. 

You asked why this is a problem for people who are far from population centers, or animals that are with rehabbers or on preserves. For the latter, ethical wildlife rehabbers and people who run preserves have made a commitment to keep animals wild. To do their jobs correctly, they should want the animals to never want to be around them again, because they are attempting to preserve nature - not make friends. People who try to “bond” with animals they’re rehabbing are selfishly fulfilling their biophilic urges with behavior that has been proven to decrease the survival rates of the animals it is their supposed duty to help survive. 

To the former - why, say, if you live in a cabin in the middle of nowhere that you have to parachute in to and then hike thirty miles to get to, you shouldn’t feed the bears or raise squirrels to snuggle you - aside from all the ways that human influence lowers survival rates without necessarily needing human presence to persist, I will refer to the idea that humans do not inherently deserve animal friendship. In fact, they do much better when we just leave them the hell alone. 

What people love about animals is their wildness, their difference from us. We can engage in our biophilic urges to love them for being wild from a distance if we want to keep them the things we love - we devalue what they are when we try to force on them the idea that they should love us back. 

(Also, have you met a wild animal? They’re not nice. Those stories you see on social media about people befriending wildlife are so massively misportrayed and overstated that you’d think it happens daily, but most cases actually involve people getting hurt or scared out of their wits. So if you want to try to befriend animals. you need to be okay with the fact that most of them will be completely in the right to want to maul you for trying, because that’s what makes them wild). 

anonymous asked:

I love your writing! Could I request a fic please? Where McCree has a secret fiancé, living somewhere safe and reminding him that he has something to live for? But the remaining Deadlock members find her and kidnap her? And she's terrified when she realizes how much they hate Jesse and how they're willing to do anything to her in order to hurt him.

((A/N - I did this in Blackwatch era if that’s okay! It made more sense as Deadlock was more recent and oh my goodness gracious me I got so carried away with it I love writing McCree as a hero oosh. Might have to upload to AO3!))

“Please be safe.”
“I always am, doll.”

You stood on your toes to be able to press your lips against his. His rough, chapped lips that you were forever telling him to put lip balm on. You saw Jesse out the door, waving to him as set off down the road towards the Overwatch base. You twirled your engagement ring on your finger, a thin gold band that had a set of three diamonds with the middle one being slightly larger.

Jesse had proposed to you last year. You had known him since his days in the Deadlock gang, only because he used to frequent the diner you worked at. On more than one occasion he had bought you a strawberry milkshake or paid for your favourite song to be played on the jukebox. You were always careful though. You never became too close for the fear of doing something wrong which might anger him or the gang. You always accepted his compliments with a smile, and politely refused his requests to go dancing after work. It was only ever him that visited, saying what you had was a little secret, sealed with a wink.

Overwatch had then infiltrated Route 66, tearing apart the gang and luckily giving Jesse another chance at life to do good in the world. Knowing that neither of you were in any more danger, he proposed to you then and there. He constantly complimented you on your accent, your style, your pretty eyes. You had only moved to the little town a couple of years prior. He had of course sweetened you up and you accepted. You were his rock, and he was your charming cowboy.


“Honey, I’m home!” Jesse jokingly sang out as he sauntered through the front door.

You greeted him with a smile and a peck on the cheek. With what Jesse was earning working in the Blackwatch division under Overwatch, there was no need for you to carry on working at the diner. You had your own little ranch on the outskirts of town. You spent your days cleaning, cooking, sewing, ironing, being kept hidden..

“Did you tell them today, sweetie?” You held your hands in front of you, an expectant look on your face.

Jesse’s furrowed brow and sigh told you everything. Your engagement was a secret. A secret from your family, friends, and Overwatch.

“That’s.. fine.”
 You turned away from him, heading back into the kitchen to finish up the stew.

“Darlin’, it’s not fine.”
“So why can’t you tell them? Why can’t I tell them? Why can’t I tell anyone?”

You span on your heels to look at him and crossed your arms. Jesse’s eyes widened at your sudden anger. He understood your frustrations, he really did. It just seemed for however long you two has known each other everything between you had to be a secret.

“There are… Complications.”
“Such as?”

Jesse sighed and took his hat off, moving round to sit on the sofa and patting the seat next to him. You precariously followed suit, back stiff and perched on the edge of the seat.

“Yes? What about them?”
“With Overwatch being close by, they’re gettin’ a bit antsy. Since they, well, arrested half o’ their men they didn’t take too kindly to it. Doll, the base isn’t even the direction that I head off to in the morning. I have to do that in case I’m bein’ followed.”

Your shoulders tensed slightly.

“Being followed..?”
“They’re not the nicest o’ gangs and they try to keep tabs on people. Whether they know that I was given’ a second chance.. I don’t know.”

You looked at him. He was staring at the carpet, eyes drawn to a particular out of place thread. He fiddled with the hat in his hands.

“Which is why I have to keep us a secret.” Jesse slowly said.

You nodded, taking the hat from his hands and walking around the sofa to place it on a coathook. You hadn’t realised he was following you until you turned around and bumped into him.

“(Y/N), you are my home. You always have been. If anythin’ were t'happen’ to ya..”

You leant forwards onto his chest, him then covering you with his arms. He of course smelt like cigars, gunpowder and coffee. You were his home, and he was yours.

You pulled back slightly so you could look up into his chocolate eyes, etched with concern.

“I love you, Jesse McCree.”

He broke into a smile and picked you up, twirling you around.

“I love you too, (Y/N).”


The next day went off without a hitch, you said your farewells and began preparing food for dinner.

Knock. Knock.

You frowned. Wiping your hands clean on a teatowel you lightly stepped over to the front door, peering through the peephole. Two young men dressed in black stood cockishly on your porch. You weren’t supposed to have any visitors today. You weren’t supposed to have any visitors, full stop.

You hooked the metal chain onto the door, so when it opened there was only a tiny crack you could see through. Better to be safe than sorry.

“May I help you, at all?”

“Is McCree here?” The one on the right spat.

“Erm, who? I think you may have the wrong ranch.”

Your heart was racing. Jesse had prepared you for this, to feign ignorance if anyone came asking for him.

“Your fiancé?”

You blanched. You tried to slam the door closed but one put their foot in the way. You grunted, and ran towards where you kept your shotgun in the cupboard under the stairs. You’d never had to use it before, but being so far out in the open you constantly had wild beasts and trespassers roaming your lands, you had to threaten them somehow.

You aimed it at the door, preparing for the worst when a crack shot through the air and your front windows were shattered. You held your hand up to your face to shelter from the flying glass, a few shards managing to scrape across your palm.

“Don’t come any closer.” You threatened. You inwardly cursed yourself at how weak you sounded. You emphasised by jabbing the shotgun in the direction of the window.

“Why, miss, we don’t want to hurt you.”

The two intruders stepped through the shattered pane, pointing revolvers at you and grinning wolfishly. Your breathing quickened. Your eyes scanned around the room, while slowly stepping back. You needed an exit route, and you needed one now.

“Just tell us where McCree is and we won’t have to put a bullet between your pretty eyes.”

They were stalking towards you, every step you took back they took one forward. The gun in your hands was shaking. You cocked it and aimed at their feet, firing which sent a whirlwind of wood splinters into the air.

This gave you a few mere seconds to sprint out of the living room, into the kitchen and out the back door. You heard cursing from the strangers and then heavy footsteps of them chasing you. You rounded the corner and pressed your back against the warm wooden slats, gun poised to whack the butt into one of their heads as they came round.

They never came round. You were sure they were following you. You frowned, peeking out to see if they were still there. They weren’t.

Treading carefully and aiming your shotgun, you stepped around the corner to look by the back door.

“Checkmate, princess.”

Something cold and hard pressed against the back of your neck. You shuddered out a breath you hadn’t realised you’d been holding. You stared blankly ahead into the desert, dropping the gun on the ground and raising your open hands to shoulder height.

Gravelly footsteps made their way so the one that had originally spoken to you was standing in front of you.

“Wild one, she is.”
“No wonder McCree went for her.” The one behind you sniggered.

You narrowed your eyes at the one in front, who was now pointing his gun at your chest.

“Don’t try anythin’ funny, sweetheart.” He smiled sickly sweet at you, and then nodded at the one behind you.

A rag soaked in something sweet and alcoholic covered your nose and mouth, making you cry out. You scrabbled at the man’s hands by your face, hearing him wince from where you cut him with your nails. He was relentless. Trying to struggle made you breath in more sharply and quickly, which you didn’t realise was helping their cause. Your hands became fuzzy, knees weak and vision blurring.

“Sleep tight.” They chuckled.

Everything went black.


“Why ain’t she pickin’ up..”

Jesse scowled at his burner phone, the number he had been ringing going to voicemail. He wanted to let you know that he was going to be home early today, as he’d managed to get a half day off and he could help you cook dinner as an apology for yesterday.

He scuffed his way through the long grass, the heat forming sweat droplets on the back of his neck.

He frowned. Tyre tracks by the front of your ranch. You weren’t supposed to have visitors. Feeling uneasy, Jesse unholstered his peacekeeper. Before he had made it to the front of the house, he could see that the front window had been smashed in and the door was slightly ajar.

Oh no.

“(Y/N)? You home, doll?”

He peaked in through the window and saw glass everywhere. Two pairs of dusty footprints by window making their way towards- blood? He stepped through the wooden pane on high alert for any signs there’s someone still in the house. It was deathly silent.

Jesse crouched when he made it to the doorway to the kitchen, picking up a shard of glass that definitely had blood on it.

Well, shit.

He quickly put his earpiece in and channeled it to the base.

“McCree to Watchpoint 66.”
“McCree. Reyes here.”
“I need your help.”


Your head was pounding. Your palm stung. Your breathing was rattling, as though you were dehydrated. Your neck ached from where it was hanging awkwardly, a stray hair tickling your nose. You tried to reach up to brush it out of the way and scratch your nose. You tensed your arms when you realised you couldn’t, something rough had bound your wrists together behind your back. Your eyes shot open. Your vision was blurry, trying to adjust to the dim lit room. You looked down and realised you had been bound to a wooden chair. Trying to cry out for help, you realised a cloth of some sort was drawn tightly across your mouth. Glancing down, even your ankles were tied together from what you could see with rough hemp rope. You tried to regulate your breathing, air heavily leaving your nose.

Your head shot up when the rickety door swung open, a dark figure standing in the doorway.

“She’s awake.” The voice rumbled, nodding to someone else in the hallway.

The figure stepped over the threshold towards you. You tensed up, drawing in a sharp breath and head held high.

He wore dark leather trousers and a billowing cream top, almost like an old fashioned pirate. He grabbed your jaw with his calloused hand, forcing you to look up towards his shadowed face.

“So you’re the one that Jesse McCree has fallen for. A pretty lil’ thing, huh.”

He had the same southern accent as Jesse, albeit more menacing. He turned your head to the side, losing eye contact. Only spending a minute with this savage and he’s already made you feel like a piece of meat up for inspection. He leaned in close, lips hesitating over your ear.

“Do ya love him, sweetpea?”

You shut your eyes, tears squeezing out the corners and you drew in a shuddering breath.

Answer me.”

You nodded your head, him only being satisfied when he let his grip go off your face and moved back. You bowed your head, wondering how you got into this situation. Wondering what Jesse’s reaction would be when he saw how ransacked your house was. Wondering about Jesse.

“Don’t cry. I di'n’t mean to make ya cry.”

He gently wiped away a streaming tear, his touch as soft as a lover’s. You glanced at his tan hand that was so close to your cheek. He took his hand back and thwack. His right hand struck your cheek, snapping your head to the right and hair falling over your face. The pain brought a fresh batch of waterworks, sobs choking in your throat.

A dark chuckle escaped from your captor. He pulled up another wooden chair from the darkness and sat down.

“D'ya know how long we’ve been lookin’ for that mutt?”

You shook your head, learning quickly it’s better to play along.

Too long. After that darned Overwatch took half o’ my men we wanted to fight. Obviously we didn’t have enough manpower. When we learnt that ingrate was alive and workin’ for them? Hoo, that’s a whole ‘nother story.”

He leant back in the chair, his right ankle coming up to rest on his left knee.

“I had my men follow him. That Overwatch weren’t pretty smart to keep an ex-Deadlock member livin’ on Route 66 were they? He tried to be clever. Sent them on a fox hunt, he did. Until one day we finally caught him going back to ya nice lil’ ranch out back. Seein’ you greet him at the door warmed my heart, I must say.”

Your eyes widened.

“He had a lil’ missy and he was keepin’ her secret from the world. Well, I wonder why that is? That Jesse McCree had snagged himself somethin’ real nice and didn’t wanna share her. We thought we could do him the favor. We could let him know how much he hurt us, at the same time hurtin’ him.”

You frowned at this. They wanted to hurt him? By hurting you?

The stranger leant forwards placing a hand on your knee.

“Don’t worry, doll. We only want to let him know how big o’ a mistake he made when he betrayed us.“  He stood up, stalking around to the back of your chair and placed his hands heavily on your shoulders. "You are the key.”

You shuddered under his grasp, your entire body shivering at the thought of what they, or he, were going to do to you.


“Jesse, you need to calm-”
I am calm.” Jesse seethed.
“Well then get your hand off of my desk.”

Jesse looked down, his nails digging into the wood creating splints on Gabriel’s desk. He grunted, flumping himself into the chair opposite Reyes and hiding his dark eyes behind his hands.

“She’s out there somewhere and we’re sittin’ here doin’ nothin’. She could be hurt or dyin’ or-”
Don’t. Don’t you dare say it. Jesse, we will find her. I promise.”


You don’t know how long it had been. They would occasionally bring in water and sludge for what they called food. They had to feed you, this being the only time they would ungag you. Your wrists were chafed from being constantly bound, your ankles only released when you needed to relieve yourself. You had lost all energy to fight. It didn’t help that every now and then they would rough you up.

Your head ached, there was dried blood crackling by your nostril and you were sure your ribs were either cracked or majorly bruised. Breathing became a struggle, it was all you could focus on.

They didn’t seem to care about information about Jesse. All Deadlock wanted to do was hurt you. Hurt you so they could hurt him.

The door creaked open, you flinching at the light that shone through the doorway. You were tired and you wanted to give up. It was the man that you had first seen when you were taken.

“Looks like he’s given up lookin’ for ya, doll.” He smirked. “There’s been no word for.. Oh. Four days now.”

You stared blankly at the floor by his feet; you wouldn’t have given him a reaction even if you could. He walked over to you, holding something in his hand that glinted against the light.

“I think it’s time to.. Up the pace. Don’t you think, sweetheart?”

Only then did you look at him properly, studying what he had in his hand. A knife. You tried to shrink into your chair, worried eyes passing between the knife and his shadowed face. A swift strike and the blade was plunged into your thigh, blood seeping out from around the edges. You shut your eyes and let out a muffled cry, pain blinding your vision.

“Good girl. I made sure t'record that one. I’ll send it to ya fiancé and let him know how ya doin’.”

You breathed in deeply through your nose, tears now running freely down your cheeks and you trying to hold back sobs. You’d never known pain like this before.

He pulled the knife from its warm confines to wipe on his trousers, your blood running down onto the floorboards. He twirled the knife in his hands, looking like a predator wondering where he was going to make his next strike. You pleaded with your eyes as much as you could, you couldn’t take much more. You’d fantasized about being back at home, in your bed, with Jesse.

You didn’t know how strong your threshold was for pain but you knew you weren’t going to last long if they started torturing you for the hell of it.

“Com'ere, doll.” He grabbed your throat, leaning in dangerously close.

He passed the blade down the side of your face, making a deep cut down your cheekbone. You could feel blood trickling down, just adding to the list of injuries you had. He tightened his grip around your neck, digging his fingers in which would no doubt leave some lovely purple splotches.

An earthy rumble echoed through the building. Your captor looked at you in concern then span around to face the doorway. He moved around you, behind your chair and pulled your hair so your neck was on show. A loud crash and then suddenly there were three people all in dark clothing looking through the doorway where a rickety door has once stood.

“Long time, no see, McCree.” The man said, now pushing the blade against your bare throat.

“Get your dirty hands off of her, Max.”


You whimpered, struggling in your bounds on the chair. The grip in your hair tightened, making you take a short breath and changing your view so all you could see was the ceiling.

“You ain’t in a position to tell me what to do, Jesse. Unless you want your sweetheart’s blood spewin’ everywhere. Say, how does it feel? To have somethin’ you love taken away from ya?”

“Let her go.” A voice you didn’t recognise said.

“Uh uh. Not until the lil’ rat here understand what Overwatch did to my gang. And how betrayed I felt when I learnt he’d gone off gallavantin’ with ya.”

You could feel the blade dig in deeper, droplets beginning to form. The pain in your leg was excruciating.

“She’s got nothin’ to do with that.”

Your breathing was becoming heavier, the tightness by your throat and the general aches and pains from your leg, ribs, cheek and hair were becoming too much for you. The room became incredibly warm, your hands and feet becoming tingly and limp and eyes drifting shut.

“Looks like she’s already given’ up, Jesse. You’re too late.”

You heard a muffled crack in the air before you let yourself drift off.



You leaned into the touch of someone stroking your hair back from your face. You stirred, eyes shooting open and breathing increasing from what you last remembered.

“(Y/N), it’s okay. You’re safe.”

You quickly scanned the area and all you could see was white. White ceiling, white walls, white bed. Bed. You turned to where the voice came from and there was Jesse. Your Jesse that had come to save you, perched on the edge of the chair waiting anxiously. You leaned back onto the cushy pillows and let out a sigh. You glanced him over. His beard was more scraggly and under his eyes were dark. You held out your hand towards him, him instantly taking it in his grasp and holding you tightly. His thumb rubbed over your engagement ring.

“Jesse..” You croaked.
“Stop. (Y/N), I’m so sorry.” His voice sounded gravelly, broken. “I thought I could protect you.”

You squeezed his hand in reply, trying not to say anything which could damage your throat.

“I should'a been more careful. I should'a done what you said and told them about us. They could’ve protected you more than what I could.”

You frowned at this.

“No, Jesse-”
“I did this to ya. I wouldn’t be surprised if you up and left me.” He covered his face with his free hand, rubbing his forehead.

You retreated your hand slightly before slapping him on the wrist.

“Don’t you dare. You rescued me. What’s done is done but we’re here now. Safe.”

He peeked at you through his fingers, brown eyes meeting yours. A small smile formed on his lips before darting around your face and taking in what Deadlock had really done to you. It faded.

“Wounds heal, Jesse.” You reassured, catching on to what he was looking at. “I never doubted for a second you wouldn’t come for me.”

“Could'n'ta done it without Reyes.”
“I’m sure he’s lovely.”
“He’s the one that took me in after Deadlock.”
“Even more so.”

Jesse relaxed a bit, glad to see that you had woken up and hadn’t changed a bit.

“So I’m guessing Overwatch know about us then, huh?”

He nodded.

“I had to.”
“Not under the best circumstances.”
“I wish it could’ve been better.”

You turned your head towards him so you were facing him fully. You grabbed his hand that was still laying on your pristine sheets with both hands, bringing it up to kiss his knuckles. You hesitantly glanced down at your wrists, ropeburn clearly showing.

“I love you, Jesse McCree. Don’t you ever forget or think that anything will come in between that.”

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

Disney Lyric Starters
  • [ Classic, modern, golden days, you name it, i got it. Feel free to change pronouns etc. Also this is a looong post]:
  • "Some day, my prince will come."
  • "Some day, we'll meet again."
  • "Some day when spring is here, we'll find our love anew."
  • "And soon you'll find you're dancing to the tune."
  • "There isn't any let up. I hear them calling, calling."
  • "Every time she/he'd find a minute, that's the time that they begin it."
  • "They always keep her/him hopping."
  • "She/He goes around in circles till she/he's very, very dizzy."
  • "They have stars in their eyes."
  • "Side by side with your loved one, you'll find enchantment here."
  • "The night will weave its magic spell when the one you love is near."
  • "This is the night, and the heavens are right."
  • "Look at this stuff, isn't it neat?"
  • "Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?"
  • "How many wonders can one cavern hold?"
  • "I want to be where the people are."
  • "I want to see, want to see 'em dancing."
  • "Flipping your fins, you don't get too far."
  • "What would I pay to spend a day warm on the sand?"
  • "Sick of swimming. Ready to stand."
  • "And I'm ready to know what the people know."
  • "When's it my turn?"
  • "I can see what's happening, and they don't have a clue."
  • "With all this romantic atmosphere, disaster's in the air."
  • "She'd turn away from me."
  • "He's holding back. He's hiding."
  • "Why won't he be the king I know he is, the king I see inside?"
  • "Love is where they are."
  • "If there's a prize for rotten judgement, I guess I've already won that."
  • "No man is worth the aggravation."
  • "Honey, we can see right through you."
  • "It's too cliche. I won't say I'm in love."
  • "I thought my heart had learned its lesson."
  • "You keep on denying who you are and how you're feeling."
  • "Get off my case. I won't say it!"
  • "I steal only what I can't afford."
  • "These guys don't appreciate I'm broke."
  • "I can take a hint, gotta face the facts. You're my only friend."
  • "I'd blame parents except he hasn't got 'em."
  • "Tell you all about it when I got the time!"
  • "I think I'll take a stroll around the block."
  • "Let's not be too hasty."
  • "They're quick, but I'm much faster."
  • "Barely even friends, then somebody bends unexpectedly."
  • "Both a little scared, neither one prepared."
  • "Finding you can change, learning you were wrong."
  • "Certain as the sun rising in the east."
  • "There's something sweet and almost kind."
  • "I wonder why I didn't see it there before."
  • "Who'd have ever thought that this could be?"
  • "True he's no "Prince Charming"..."
  • "Who'd have guessed they'd come together on their own?"
  • "We'll wait and see a few days more."
  • "What I love most about rivers is you can't step in the same river twice."
  • "To be safe, we lose our chance of knowing."
  • "Can I ignore that sound of distant drumming?"
  • "Is all my dreaming at an end?"
  • "For a long time we've been marching off to battle."
  • "Our aching feet aren't easy to ignore."
  • "Think of instead, a girl worth fighting for."
  • "I want her paler than the moon with eyes that shine like stars."
  • "It all depends on what she cooks like."
  • "Bet the local girls thought you were quite the charmer."
  • "Yet the only girl who'd love him is his mother."
  • "Whatever you do, I'll do it, too."
  • "Show me everything, and tell me how."
  • "It all means something, yet nothing to me."
  • "It's all so close, and yet so far."
  • "I wanna know. Can you show me?"
  • "I wanna know about these strangers like me."
  • "Why do I have this growing need to be beside her?"
  • "Come with me now to see my world."
  • "Don't you disrespect me, little man!"
  • "You're in my world now, not your world."
  • "And I got friends on the other side."
  • "Sit down on my table, put your minds at ease."
  • "I can read your future. I can change it around some, too."
  • "You come from two long lines of royalty."
  • "I'm a royal myself on my mother's side."
  • "Your lifestyle's high, but your funds are low."
  • "Mom and dad cut you off, huh, playboy?"
  • "You've been pushed around all your life."
  • "Won't you shake the poor sinner's hand?"
  • "I hope you're satisfied, but if you ain't, don't blame me!"
  • "All that time never even knowing just how blind I've been."
  • "At last I see the light, and it's like the fog has lifted."
  • "If she/he's here, it's crystal clear I'm where I'm meant to go."
  • "All at once everything is different now that I see you."
  • "Come on, let's go and play!"
  • "I never see you anymore."
  • "We used to be best buddies, and now we're not."
  • "I've started talking to the pictures on the walls."
  • "It gets a little lonely, all these empty rooms."
  • "People are asking where you've been."
  • "They say "Have courage," and I'm trying to."
  • "We only have each other."
  • "It's just you and me. What are we gonna do?"
  • "Okay, can I just say something crazy?"
  • "I love crazy."
  • "I've been searching my whole life to find my own place."
  • "I've never met someone who thinks so much like me."
  • "Say goodbye to the pain of the past."
  • "We don't have to feel it anymore."
  • "Can I say something even crazier?"
  • "I've been staring at the edge of the water for as long as I can remember."
  • "Every road leads back to the place I know where I cannot go."
  • "It calls me, and no one knows how far it goes."
  • "I can lead with pride. I can make us strong."
  • "I'll be satisfied if I play along."
  • "What is wrong with me?"
  • "But no one knows how deep it goes."
  • "If the wind on my sail on the sea stays behind me, one day I'll know how far I'll go."
  • "Now I know I can be happy as a clam because I'm beautiful, baby."
  • "Scrub the deck and make it look shiny."
  • "I just love free food."
  • "Ouch! What a terrible performance!"
  • "You don't swing it like you used to, man."
  • "Send your armies, but they'll never be enough."
  • "You try to be tough, but your armor's just not hard enough."

montponine  asked:

they don't start "dating" so much as they just. fall into a relationship and all of a sudden they're holding hands and spending a lot of time together and kiSSING(!?) and neither of them really knows when it started but they don't care. james says i love you to everyone bc he's v affectionate but when he says i love you to lily it's Different and everyone can hear it it's not i love you it's I Love You every time no matter how small the scenario it's always I Love You

James is pretty sure he’s been in love with Lily Evans since the beginning of fifth year but then he realises that’s not love because you can’t love someone you don’t know. She’s just very very very attractive. Then the Incident happens and he doesn’t know how he feels and Lily is even more in the dark because they were friends except for when he was a cock but now all she feels when she looks at him is burning burning burning.

The summer cools her off and she doesn’t expect him when she gets back. Well, she does, she just doesn’t expect so much of him. He’s grown, again, and she’s not sure if he’ll ever stop, and it suits him. There’s less tripping and squeezing under desks. Finally, he seems able to actually control all of his limbs. He can’t control his eyes though. James finds them wandering to her during lessons, lunch, once even a quidditch match. She’s so easy to spot with wine red hair and eyes which don’t seem to want to meet his, but do anyway. She keeps noticing things about him, things that weren’t there before. Or maybe she just never let herself notice them before? It happens all the time and she hates that she loves it.

It’s easy. Being friends. Like picking up a book your mum used to read to you at bedtime. You think you’ve forgotten the words, but they all come flooding back. That’s how it feels. To have his arm over her shoulders, to duel with him in DADA, to steal toast from his plate, to save the strawberry botts for her, to watch him and only him on the pitch, to share Potions notes, to throw parchment notes at each other in History of Magic, to borrow his scarf, to hold her hand to help her across boggy Scottish soil. All of it, everything - it’s natural.

People start assuming they’re together. They stop being Lily Evans and James Potter and become Lily and James, addressed as one. Sirius rolls his eyes and becomes bitter, interrupting conversations and not moving to allow Lily a seat. Mary and Marlene giggle and wink at her whenever she sits besides him, the traitorous gits. Everyone knows something is up. Except for them.

Then it’s summer again and he’s so far away and she’s too far away and they write. They write too much to go unnoticed, by friends and then by parents. Mrs Evans try to be nonchalant as she asks who all these owls are from. Mr Potter ruffles James’ hair when Sirius points out that James is spending more time replying to letters then he is playing quidditch. There’s talk of meeting up, but it never happens. Lily never quite manages to draw up the courage to tell James which bus route to take. James always fails to write down where the spot for apparating to is. So they go all summer never seeing each other, except in familiar g’s and friendly scribbles which Lily has to spend ages deciphering into something legible.

September comes and they’re both wearing their badges and neither one is surprised but both are slightly hurt the other didn’t mention it. Excuses are useless so they just say well done and attempt to organise the prefects, even though Remus spends the whole meeting making suggestive gestures at one of them when the other isn’t looking. And nothing has changed. Except James is taller, again, and Lily’s hair is shorter and her boobs are bigger (but James definitely hasn’t noticed that), but they’re the same. No one blinks twice when they’re the only two left in the common room. Everyone is used to seeing them together, heads bent close, people uncertain if they’re discussing rotas or the latest transfiguration journal. It becomes customary that if Lily’s the only one on a sofa, the other half is reserved for James. If James falls asleep with her head in her lap, there’s nothing unusual about it.

People call them a couple and they don’t think to correct them, not having discussed it but sort of knowing anyway. She kisses him goodbye outside the Three Broomsticks once, a peck on the cheek, the Marauders going onto Zonko’s and the girls visiting Honeydukes. He blushes but she doesn’t and then that’s a thing too. It doesn’t take long before the kisses are on the forehead, the nose, the lips. Always gentle, quick and not really anything of note except, every time lips brush skin, their hearts race faster. So no one’s surprised when, with the excuse of mistle toe, a short and swift kiss becomes a long, soft and languid one. (Until Peter throws a cushion at them.)

They’re dating, going out, boyfriend and girlfriend. They’re every synonym for together and they’re happy. Every inch of them says ‘I love you’, but they never say it. And then they do. And it just happens, and their hearts beat faster, and their breath comes short, but they’re not surprised. They know, everyone knows, how could they not be in love? James says it first, casually and then not casually at all. Lily says it back, into his neck, his lips, his heart, both of them smiling like they’ve been given the sun on a string.

So they’re in love and it’s a shred of light in a world which keeps getting extinguished around them. They’re not sure how or when it happened but it did and when they have nothing they have each other, because that’s just how it is.

anonymous asked:

Personally, I think that S3 is going to be a disaster, even worse than S2. We have Kara being so devastated bc she lost her bf that she's about to throw "Kara Danvers" away. Everything that she formed since she landed on earth. And why? Bc she's lost her bf? Many people go thru break ups but being this dramatic about it is some next level shit. How can this show still claim that they're progressive and feminist if their lead is about to throw her life away bc of a man? Truly disgusting.

Don't get me started on how shitty s3 is looking. it’s so fake edgy it doesn’t even look like the same show. This is meant to be a family show and yeah, they should explore dark aspects of the characters but wtf is that? Kara isn't even IC? Kara Danvers helped her fit in. How is losing a boyfriend suddenly going to make her stop being Kara Danvers? HOW DOES THAT EVEN RELATE TO THE SITUATION? Like, honey, aliens did that shit. In fact, Mon-El caused that himself. Not humans. Logically Kara should be realizing how fucked up the whole relationship was and the fact Mon-El caused the invasion and had her press that button to eradicate a whole species when that fucking happened to her own world. She literally did what she went through as a child. Of course, they escaped but she did it and they just happened to fuck off fast enough to survive. But still. She lost her actual world. Her family. And she would be willing to do that and now act like losing her abusive boyfriend is as bad or somehow worse than losing her parents and entire world as a child?

Supergirl is subscribing to the belief that a boyfriend should be a woman’s entire world and that losing them, even when they are abusive, should break them. They literally want me to think Kara Zor-El would break apart and become more like redk Kara because she lost a shitty abusive boyfriend. WTF. First of all, she already lost her damn world. And now she’s snapping? NOW? Not when Clark gave her up and she went to live with strangers? Not when yet again she lost someone when Jeremiah “died”? Not when she realized (because of dumb writing) that she could not do what she does and date James? Not when she found herself isolated from her loved ones? Not when she found out her boyfriend had been lying to her and planned to continue? But because said boyfriend who continuously abused her left. 

Nice to know the message the Supergirl writers want to give to young audiences. That abusive guy you know and hate? You should date him. He abuses you? It's tough love. Oh he lied to you? Poor him. You should really stick by his side. Even when he takes no responsibility. Just sacrifice who you are, your job and your other relationships to please him. ONLY HE MATTERS. You two aren't together anymore? You should feel like you’re nothing without him. Only he gives you meaning. Be completely dependent on him. Also, your value depends on him and him alone. As does your identity.

anonymous asked:

Can you please do a peter x reader imagine where they're dating and they're both super close like they can read each others minds and one day flash starts making comments about the reader and flirty jokes not super cheesy but just enough to make peters blood boil?? If that happened to make any sense I'll be baffled. Thanks!!

Sorry this was really long, I just feel like if I jumped right into it, it would sound rushed. I hope you like it!


If you were being honest, you had no idea why you were at the Avengers facility. Yes, you were a telekinetic, but otherwise, you had no importance to the Avengers. Yet, Tony Stark had decided to bring you in. For the past half hour he had made you sit in one of the empty training rooms in the facility while he went to get someone. 

“[Y/N]!” Tony said, walking back into the room, someone following behind him. “Meet Peter Parker.” The boy shyed behind Stark, his eyes glued to the floor. He was flustered, his cheeks tinted pink. His golden-brown curls lay over his face gently. There was a warmth coming from him that you had never experienced before. It felt like you had finally come home.

Never felt like that before, you thought. Immediately, Peter’s head snapped up, staring at you in confusion. You furrowed your eyebrows as if to say “can I help you?”

Hello? A voice in your head said. It wasn’t yours. You let out a shriek, attracting a strange look from Tony.

Who are you?

Peter. You and Peter locked eyes.

“Is that you?” You asked aloud.

“Y-Yeah,” he responded. 

“Woah, woah, woah, what’s going on here?” Stark piped in. You both turned to look at him, not exactly sure what to say. How were you supposed to explain you two could read each other’s minds? 

Three Months Later


Babe, it’s 3am

Sorry, sorry, but it’s important. Tony enrolled me in Midtown!


I start tomorrow! Oh, well I guess I start today since it’s 3am

You and Peter continued your mental conversation, even though you were in different sides of New York City. It turned out that the reason you could read each other’s minds was due to a rare type of magic shared between soulmates. It was a weird revelation. You had never previously believed in soulmates. There were seven billion plus people in the world, surely thousands of people had to be suitable for you. But then again, in this world, anything was possible. Ever since then, you and Peter had been inseperable. You were lovers, but so much more than that. You were best friends, which is why he was so excited for you to start at Midtown tomorrow. You both slowly drifted off into sleep, dreaming about all of the possiblities of tomorrow. 

You jumped out of bed at exactly 6 o’clock when your alarm rang.

Rise and shine my love, you heard you boyfriend say. 

I’m nervous.

Don’t be, you have me. A smile grew on your face. Due to you living at the Avengers facility, you had agreeed to meet Peter at the school. Tony, being softie he is, offered to take you to school. So let’s just say you drew a lot of attention to yourseld when you showed up in a convertable next to Tony Stark.

“Hey, Mr. Stark!” Peter said, walking over to the car. “Hello, darling.” He placed a kiss on your forehead and opened the car door for you.

“Hey Parker, take care of her, will you? I gotta go, but [Y/N] I’ll pick you up at 2:45,” Tony blurted out. He didn’t wait for a response as he immediately drove off. You both chuckled. Then you turned around and walked into the building, fingers entertwined. 

“Penis Parker!” A voice called out. A short teenage boy with dark hair walked over to you two and blocked you from continuing down the call. 

“Ooh I didn’t know we were getting fresh meat today,” the boy said, looking you up and down.

“Excuse me?” You said, letting go of Peter’s hand and crossing your arms. But the boy just ignored you.

“My name is Flash Thompson, and you are one tall glass of water,” Flash said, wolf whistling. Because of your connection, you could feel Peter’s anger rise, and he was staring daggers at Flash.

“Why don’t you let me take you out sometime?” Flash said, winking. 

“Yeah, no,” Peter said, stepping in.

“Let the lady talk, Penis Parker,” Flash said, only looking at Peter for a split second before returning his gaze to you.

“Thompson, I swear to god-” You had never seen Peter so angry before. He was usually so pure and shy and did whatever it took to avoid confrontation. You saw the veins pop out of his neck, his blood boiling, and honestly, it was kinda hot. But you knew you needed to stop this before a fight broke out.

“Peter it’s not worth it,” you said. Then you grabbed his hand and dragged him down the hallway.

“Hey,” you said, turning your angered boyfriend. He was staring at the floor. “Hey, Peter, look at me.” You gently grabbed his chin and lifted it. 

“We’re soulmates, remember? You’re the only one for me,” you reassured him.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. You placed a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“It’s ok.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into a hug, burrying his face in the crook of your neck.

“I love you,” he said into your neck, kissing your soft skin.

“I love you, too.”

achoicewithsomeregrets  asked:

So, I'm impressed with quite a lot about your writing, but one of the things I'm impressed with the most is how you do characters. The characters are just really /Real/ and alive and vivid. My characters are round and have flaws and motivations and everything that smart people say good characters need to have, but. They're still just not as /Real/ as yours. So if you have time, could you give some tips for developing characters? Thanks!

Dear protecterwinsmith,

Let’s say someone asked you to draw a person. 

If you’d never drawn a person before or thought you didn’t have much time, you might do one of these guys:

Example A: stick dude. A stick dude is recognizable as a person because it follows the baseline, easiest rules of personhood. It’s got a head, a torso, a familiar arrangement of limbs. You don’t need more to get the concept of “person” across. 

Now, if you had a bit of experience drawing people or thought you had more time, you might do something more like

Example B: Cartoon Dude. Cartoon Dude is even easier to recognize as a human. He follows the rules of personhood even more: he’s got facial features, ears, hair, clothing, shoes. You can tell one cartoon dude from another cartoon dude. You can populate an entire series with cartoon dudes and the storytelling would work, because they would effectively follow the baseline rules of human anatomy as well as being unique enough to tell apart. 

Now let’s say you had a bit more time or you had some more experience drawing people and someone asked you to draw a human realistically. Depending on how much you’d done it, you might get

Example C: 3-D dude without reference. A 3-D dude drawn without reference is even more recognizable as human. He can hold all sorts of nuance in his expression because he follows the baseline rules of personhood even better than the previous two. More nuance means more empathy from the viewer, and more empathy usually means more emotional resonance.

And finally, let’s say someone asks you to draw a human but gives you an actual person to look at. In the same amount of time given, you might end up with

Example D: Portrait with reference. This guy (one of my brothers, in fact) follows the rules of personhood, their effectiveness limited only by my ability to capture them in the time given or by my level of experience. He’s recognizable as both a person and an individual because of the specificity of his facial features, and moreover, he is unlikely to look like any other person I would draw using this method because of my close adherence to his, you know, actual face.

If you think about this in terms of characters, you could build a novel with any one of these sorts of character.

Example A: A novel built with stick man characters would be incredibly stylized. Fairy tales are often stick figure characters. Instead of being fully-fleshed individuals, they’re types. This is the stick figure woodsman (we can tell it’s him, he’s drawn with an ax). This is the princess (we can tell it’s her, she’s got a crown and some long hair added to the stick figure). This is the knight (we can tell it’s him, he’s got a sword and a stick horse). People don’t actually look like stick figures, but as long as the characters are all stick figures, the narrative still works at some level, because it tells you the rules and follows them, even if they aren’t the rules of reality. The moment you draw one character as something more than a stick figure, though, the viewer suddenly realizes how the others are merely made of straight lines. 

Example B: When I first began to write, I used to write novels with accidental cartoon characters. I knew I couldn’t populate a novel with stick figures, so I tried to flesh them out. What makes a human a human? I asked myself desperately. Specifics! I made character worksheets and dutifully filled them out with attributes. Height, hair color, eye color, hobbies, place of residence, parental occupation, etc. etc. I ended up with characters who followed the rules of being human, and they could carry a story, but they still didn’t feel real. 

I’m skipping Example C for now, because it’s a byproduct, for me, of failing to remember the lessons of Example D.

Example D: Example D is how I build characters now. I begin by studying real people instead of by creating lists of traits. I end up with shadows I forgot to draw in my cartoon version, hair that looks like actual hair instead of what I sort of remember what hair looks like, and feet that have all the toes drawn in because with a reference, I can remember how to accurately draw a pinkie toe. Real people are complicated and surprising. If I were building a character with a fear of water without looking at a real person, I might give them the phobia because they’d nearly drowned once: the easiest and most logical answer. It wouldn’t necessarily be wrong — it would follow rules that a reader would understand. But if I looked at a real person with a fear of water, I might discover that their fear developed because of an obsession with quantifying the abstract, and trying to understand the concept of an infinite body of water made them anxious. A much more complicated answer, but more specific and more real because of it. If I populate a book with characters built like this, I’m going to end up with a nuanced story that should have more emotional resonance. Moreover, the more I study real humans and build characters from them, the less I have to lean on real humans to make secondary characters. As I learn the more subtle rules of how people’s personalities are made, I can start to build new humans who don’t exist — who nonetheless appear as if they could. 

Example C: I’m returning to example C because it’s a cautionary tale for me. Even though I feel that I’m worlds better than that old version of me writing cartoony people who could only exist in a two-dimensional place, if I get lazy with my character development, or if I try to create a sort of person I’ve never met in real life from scratch, I can still end up with one of these weird cartoon-realistic hybrids. A character who nearly looks real but lacks the subtle, observed nuances that I can only get from keeping an eye on real life. These characters follow the rules, and they have back stories and hobbies and nuance, but they’re still lacking the surprising, non-linear subtleties of a real person, or they’re lacking the specificity that comes from studying a real-life elbow and carefully transcribing the shape of it.  

There are particular sorts of things I look for in real people when I’m stealing bits and bobs, but that is a topic for another blog post. For now, I’m going to go figure out why I still can’t draw feet.



The Squad drunk at a party (PART TWOOOOO)
  • <p> <b>Vanoss:</b> *staring at his reflection in the TV, having a staring contest with himself and getting slightly frustrated that he keeps loosing; passes out after the TV cracks upside down on the couch*<p/><b>Delirious:</b> *sings "I can show you the world" off key on the kitchen table for as long as he can stand; faceplants on the floor below, knocking himself out when he lost his balance (he'll be alright, just an absolute killer headache with his hangover)*<p/><b>Cartoonz and Marcel:</b> *try to play ping-pong; end up breaking the table when one of them flops on it trying to smack the ball and pass out on it when they fall from it breaking*<p/><b>Mini:</b> *raids the house and puts on about 20 pieces of loose clothing and sashays around like a queen screaming that he's so fabulous and eventually trips over Delirious and passes out on his fifth trip around the house*<p/><b>Wildcat:</b> *raids the fridge and eats almost everything including one and a half packages of sliced ham before noticing Delirious and Mini passed out and covers them in the rest of the ham before going to the toilet to puke up what he just ate*<p/><b>Smii7y:</b> *screams yeet as he throws random objects; a few hit people; one of them cracks the TV and scares Vanoss shitless; ends up passing out in the bathroom puking (they're partying where 18 is the legal age where drinking is legal)*<p/><b>Kryoz:</b> *brought a Nerf gun but lost the bullets while drinking so he just aims it at everything and goes "pew" and then celebrates that he "hit" it; gets in Tyler's way when he needs to puke and ends up getting thrown up on*<p/><b>Anthony:</b> *blacked out during the start; found a chef hat in the kitchen beneath the ham by Mini and put it on before somehow expertly making a cup of hangover remedies for everyone and goes to bed on the couch by Vanoss after looking at everyone's unconscious bodies questionably*<p/><b>Terroriser:</b> *strips down to only his briefs (again) and does the terminator expression; helps calm down Moo and passes out next to him*<p/><b>Moo:</b> *cries in the corner because he's getting too stressed about his responsibilities; basically drunkenly cried himself to sleep*<p/><b>Nogla, Lui, and Scotty:</b> *find a bedroom and camp out in there binge-watching old movies drunkenly commentating; pass out after the second movie*<p/></p>
Umbrella - Chapter I

Originally posted by korean-hip-hop

Lesson One: Serendipity

[DPR Live & Christian Yu]

You pushed the glass door of the library open and exited the large building. The moment you put a step outside, you were greeted by a fresh breeze and cold liquid was sprinkling onto your skin. A jingling sound came to your ears as the rain dropped onto the window panes, rooftops and the ground.

The sun had disappeared behind the thick grey clouds and it was pouring down from above. You looked up into the sky and let out a long sigh, regretting not taking your umbrella with you this morning. It was in your bag this morning, but you took it out since the weather forecast predicted there was little to no chances of rain today. The skies looked clear this morning too and the sun was shining brightly; so you left your umbrella on the counter and headed out for university. Who would have thought it would turn out like this?

Letting your eyes travel left and right, you looked out for a shop where you could buy an umbrella; but there was nothing nearby and your bus would be coming in less than ten minutes. So, you decided to just make a run for it. It was just water after all, right?

You were forced to come to a stop at a red traffic light and you felt your clothes soaking with rain, sticking to your body like glue. Suddenly, the rain stopped above you while it was pouring down everywhere else. Furrowing your eyebrows together in confusion you looked up. There was a blue umbrella right above your head and next to you a young man was standing with a timid smile on his lips.

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Baahubali: Fact Vs. Fiction
  • “Prabhas and Rana were not the original choices”

The entire team of Baahubali worked so hard for 5 years on the 2 films, so it’d be great if people didn’t disrespect the actors by recasting their roles. Also for the love of God, kill the rumors that the movie was first offered to Hrithik Roshan or John Abraham or whatever bollywood actor’s diminishing career you’re trying to validate. Here’s proof from Rana himself:

and this is the article that he was referring to:

And here’s a direct quote from Rajamouli from this interview:

“Surprisingly it is quite difficult for people to believe that he was on board even before the script was done. I wanted to make this huge, epic war film for a long time and we didn’t have the script on hand, but somehow I knew that he was my protagonist. I used to tell him…I didn’t have the story so I didn’t have anything to tell him, but I used to tell him the kind of historical kings we had, the characterizations of Rana Prathap, the characterizations of Sivaji, of Sri Krishna Devaraya, of all of the kings of India. And I used to tell him that these are the lines that I’m thinking on and wanted him to play. He loved it, he loved the idea, and when I finally told him the story of Baahubali, and said that I would be needing him for one or one and a half year, he laughed and he said ‘You’re not going to make this in one and a half year, I know it will take more time, let it be two or three years, I’m there for you’ and he gave his dates without committing to any other film”

  • “The VFX was done with hollywood talent”

There were also so rumors that Baahubali utilized the same VFX team that worked on Jurrassic World which was denied by producer, Shobu Yarlagadda. One of the co-founders of Makuta VFX, which previously worked with Rajamouli on Magadheera, Maryada Ramanna, and Eega, stated: “ Most of Baahubali was developed in Hyderabad, home to Tollywood, and used local talent. It was principally a homegrown feature produced by homegrown talent.“

  • “Karan Johar came on board because Baahubali needed Bollywood money to be made.”

That’s not true. Arka Media Works produced both films. What started as a single film, shot simultaneously in Telugu and Tamil was then split into two after realizing the scope of the story. The Hindi version was not on the cards until Rana, who has bollywood connections due to his prior movies, pitched the film to Karan Johar and convinced him of its capacity to be a national phenomenon. Then only did Karan Johar come on board as a presenter. He certainly deserves credit for heavily promoting the film and grabbing bollywood’s attention by having his name attached but he was not involved in the film making process. Rajamouli has stated many times that if Prabhas committed to Baahubali by not taking on any other projects, Rana did so by being the team’s “mascot” and taking it to new terrain.

  • “Rajamouli enhanced the character of Devasena after the criticism of Avanthika in the first part”

I have my personal opinions about the character of Avanthika but in general some of the criticism the character received is valid. However, the character of Devasena was not changed in order to avoid the backlash. Devasena is the character she was since the film went on floors. When the movie was first started, it was supposed to be a single film which is why they began shooting with the flashback portions that are seen in the second part. This still, which is from a scene in The Conclusion, surfaced even before the release of the first part which shows that the story did not change much. Also, the team has stated in many interviews that they did not make any changes to the story after the response to the first one. They did make some changes in terms of editing and VFX but the characterizations did not change.

Tamanna has said before that she came on board pretty late into the making. Its highly likely that the character of Avanthika was added to bring some “masala” and appeal to a larger audience. If you consider the role of Avanthika, the film could have technically happened without her in the story but that is not the case for the strong characterization of Devasena which is the driving force of second part’s plot. This isn’t to excuse some of the issues with Avanthika’s character but just to say that it was a result of last minute tweaking and Devasena was not was an “afterthought”.

  • “The Hindi audience supported Baahubali more than the Telugu audience”

Obviously if we look at the numbers, the Hindi version did bring in more money than the Telugu Version. However, its really unfair to say that Telugu people did not support the film as much when it was us who saw its rise from being a rumored project to the sensation it is today. If you want to look at the numbers, just look at the stats of the Hindi audience vs. Telugu. The Hindi speaking population in India is almost at 50% whereas Telugu is around 8%. Then take into account people living in the diaspora and there’s no way we can compete. Also there is a huge audience that does not speak any of the languages the film released in and by default probably saw the Hindi version because its closest to their native language or the one they’re most familiar with. Either way, we shouldn't quantify support with BO numbers because the odds are always going to against non-Hindi speakers. Don’t take this victory away from the Telugu industry that has long been ridiculed in the national media for producing only “masala” films. Don’t make this about you, because its really, really not. oh and btw, STOP TAGGING BAAHUBALI CONTENT AS BOLLYWOOD

  • Final Thoughts

Its really easy for us to sit here and just say, ‘of course they all gave their time and dedication to this project, anyone, given the chance, would have. its a once in a lifetime kind of franchise’. But keep in mind that when the film first began production, it was seen as HUGE gamble that had the capacity to end careers if it had gone wrong. It’s because they committed to this project and worked day and night on it that it is what it is today, not in spite of it. So please don’t undermine their success and hard work by basically deeming them as replaceable and let’s give credit where its due. 

Of course no cinema is without its faults but sometimes we just need to set aside our critical lens and lets ourselves succumb to the masterpiece in all its glory.

Also the team is full of genuinely kind and humble people who have racked up a lot of goodwill over the years in the industry and I couldn’t be happier that they’re the ones receiving all this success and glory because if it was anyone else, it probably would’ve gone to their heads. 

and finally for good measure here’s an Instagram post from Rana, just in case you didn’t love these two enough already

anonymous asked:

Hello! May I request a Dick x reader imagine where reader is his best friend (and is in love with him to the point they're willing to sacrifice themselves to save him) One day, on a mission they get kidnapped and brainwashed to become a weapon for the villains to manipulate and use against the heroes. In the middle of the fight, they're commanded to take down Nightwing but they can't do it. Good ending but extra angsty <33

Can I request a story where Dick’s friend is in love with him but he always has a girlfriend, maybe a happy ending? Pretty please

So my friends, I combined these two requests and created a MONSTER of a one shot. I hope you both like it!!!!! This was totally inspired by TS’s “Look What You Made Me DO” and I’m not even sorry lol. This imagine has a whole FREAKIN PLAYLIST omg.

Side note: This takes place when Dick  returns to Gotham for the Robin Wars. It’s edited to fit and for time but if your lost tl;dr: Dickie dies, goes on undercover super secret mission, comes back to Gotham for Robin wars, fucks with the Court of Owls

title: Hurt Tonight

themes: ANGST, unrequited to requited love, obtained powers, creepy Court of Owls, somewhat happy ok ending

warnings: mentions of torture and cognitive dissonance

The phone hit the wall so hard the glass screen shattered, and your hands went to your head, fingers gripping your hair as you screamed bloody murder in complete anguish. Dick was gone, Tim had just called to give you the news, voice as heartbroken as you were. You didn’t know how to feel; furious, vindictive, destroyed.

Destroyed was a good one.

The next few months you kept to yourself unless you were on missions with your team. You lost weight, you weren’t sleeping, you were throwing yourself into situations that could kill you. Your team all steered clear of you; when they had tried to coax you into discussing your feelings you had clammed right up, disappearing for a few days. After that, they decided having you here was better than having lost you. You built up a tough outer shell that nobody except Dick could crack, and your source of a rescue was long gone.

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anonymous asked:

Could I request for headcanons about cute signs when he has a crush on reader for Thirteen, Snipe, Aizawa, Hizashi & Toshinori please? P.S. I love how you improvise with Thirteen & Snipe. They're both so interesting!

I should do this like my last post so they’re all the same post but it’s too late for that

Thirteen (A bit shorter for the ones we don’t know much about yet):

⚪️ He talks to you a lot. Goes out of his way to do so and he will talk about anything that he thinks will interest you. He’s pretty good at not sound arrogant if he talks about himself. Also, he truly does love listening to you talk too. Overall, he enjoys talking to you.

⚪️ Will openly want to invite you out with him too. It’s not a date, or at least he isn’t confident enough to say it’s a date quite yet, but you can very well take it that way. Typically it’s just the two of you unless another teacher decides to tag along.

⚪️ If any incident happens and you’re involved, in the end causing you to get hurt, he is so, so worried. Instantly tries contacting you and, if he can’t right away, then he’s hurrying to get to you as soon as he can. 

⚪️ Result: Very outgoing and open with you, and to the other teachers it’s pretty clear he likes you but it’s also easily mistaken as friendliness.


⚪️ Talks to you about cowboys and his favorite Overwatch character, Jesse Mccree (no i wont stop making that reference)

⚪️ But seriously, I imagine he’s an absolute sweetheart with his crush. He’ll say things trying to be charming or smooth but it just doesn’t come out right, but still ends up making him look adorable for trying anyways.

⚪️ He’s such a pushover with you. You can ask him to do anything and he’ll probably do it so long as you flash him a smile or bat your eyelashes a bit. 

⚪️ Since he is an adult and a teacher, I imagine he, like the others, doesn’t have time to play the ‘does she/he like me, do they not?’ game. He’s not super blunt but he also isn’t a complete nervous wreck around you either. He’s able to talk to you like a normal human being unless you do something that especially flusters him. 

⚪️ You’ll find that’s easy to do.

⚪️ Result: He’s sweet. It’s pretty clear that he likes you and he’ll probably make the first move eventually.


⚪️ Good luck trying to figure out whether he likes you or not, because this man is an expert at hiding it from you. He doesn’t get nervous, he doesn’t blush, he doesn’t stutter - everything that happens with him is inside. Butterflies in his stomach, a racing heart, ache in his chest. It’s all there, but not at all visible.

⚪️ He’s so soft on you though. Even though he tries to be extra tough with you and extra cold, it’s so obvious that you have a place in his heart. Toshinori and Hizashi are probably the only ones who can catch onto this quickly and realize it’s because he has feelings for you.

⚪️ Very, very protective. He tries to act like he isn’t, but he is. If you’re in trouble, he drops everything that he’s doing to help you. Yet he’s still a bit of a mystery, because he also is the type to encourage you to know how to defend yourself. He wants to be your hero but at the same time, he wants to know that you have some sort of way to be safe when he can’t access you in time.

⚪️ Sometimes he’ll ask you out in a simple way, without saying it’s a date. “Oi, (Y/N), let’s get coffee/a drink.” It’s because he likes you and wants to spend time with you, but he’ll vehemently deny that being the case. And, of course, Toshinori and Hizashi both know what he’s doing and tease him about it.

⚪️ Just because he doesn’t blush often doesn’t mean he never does. You can get him to blush, it’s just hard to do. Typically it’s when you point out his soft spot for you, his students, or cats.

⚪️ It will take a while for him to go out with you romantically. You can make the first move as much as you want, but unless it’s something very straightforward, he’ll just brush it off. As for him, it will take a serious situation or him accepting his feelings to make the first move.

⚪️ Result: Tough to read and seemingly cold towards you, but overall very good, loyal, and reliable toward you.


⚪️ Uh well if you don’t know that he has a crush on you then you’re probably both deaf and blind.

⚪️ Everyone knows it. The teachers know it, the students know it, people who live on the other side of the world know it - because he literally tells you “I love you baby! Let’s go out!” In complete English nearly every time he sees you.

⚪️ It’s because of this, though, that you don’t realize how serious his feelings are. Hizashi is capable of having serious conversations and he’s a surprisingly intelligent guy, but sometimes he likes playing around too much. 

⚪️ He’s always inviting you to be on or listen to his radio show. Always telling you to listen to this new song or hear his new rap. He brings you signed CDs and stuff as if it’s the best gift ever. You probably have a whole pile of things that he’s brought you. 

⚪️ Since he’s so playful and isn’t that good at getting his real feelings across in a heartfelt manner, you might have to make the first move. If he does, then you’ll have to truly understand that he isn’t just playing around. 

⚪️ Also, he talks about you all the time. It’s annoys Aizawa to no end.

⚪️ Result: Loud. Obvious. Considerate, but doesn’t have an inside voice.


⚪️ Aww the cutest when he has a crush. He is hopeless around you. Despite the fact that, when in his buff man 3000 form, he gets a lot of attention from girls, he’s nervous around you.

⚪️ It’s probably because he fears that you won’t reciprocate his feelings due to his state of health and physical appearance. He also doesn’t want to end up getting sick while in a real relationship with you, so sometimes he wonders if it’s best to keep his feelings to himself.

⚪️ But man, he really really likes you. Assuming you also have feelings for him, your relationship is one that will happen naturally given that you spend time with one another. And you will, because he still asks you for drinks, to see a movie or the cedars he likes, or to go jogging with him or something. Anything, really.

⚪️ Tries to be smooth when he compliments you but it never comes out that way. He’ll try something and then he’ll mess up the line, say ‘oh shit’ in English and then he might either try again or get too embarrassed to continue. 

⚪️ You are the number one person who can calm him down, make him smile, change his mind, and more. He listens to you so much that it annoys Aizawa because he stops listening to what Aizawa says if you don’t agree.

⚪️ He likes to watch you when he’s mostly sure you won’t notice. Typically it’s when you’re doing something with a big smile on your face or you’re laughing. it makes him get that calm, content expression and it puts him at ease to see you like that.

⚪️ Result: Just wants you to be happy. He wants to be happy with you but it’s a bit hard for him to accept it. Head over heels for you though. 

The Wrath Of Thanos

Requested By: Anonymous

Hi!!! I love your writing and I was wondering if u could write a fic where the reader is tony’s daughter and she’s an avenger and she and peter are best friends but then the plot of infinity war happens and peter and the reader literally watch thanos kill tony and it’s so sad and omg I’m crying rn but yea I would really like to read that and cry my eyes out

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader x Tony Stark

Description: You were Tony’s daughter and Peter was your best friend, you all were Avengers, therefore, you all went on missions, except one mission didn’t end the way it should have. 

Warnings: It goes from happy to pure sadness

Word Count: 2,288

A/N: I really loved this prompt, it was something different and it was fun to create, although it’s really sad because I love Tony :((( But, I hope you enjoy!

Friendly PSA: Please do not steal my writing without my permission, or flat out steal it at all. It’s super disrespectful and 100% plagiarism. So, if you’re someone who does steal other peoples’ work, think about what you’re doing before you hit that copy button. Thank you!

Originally posted by marvelheroes

“The world is going to pay, everyone is going to pay, and the only way to do that, is to kill them, kill them all.” Thanos roared, gazing off towards planet Earth, as his army cheered in the background.

“They're all going to pay.” Thanos growled, his fist clenching as he watched planet Earth continue to spin, unharmed by anything, for now.

Back on Earth, you and Peter were arguing over who got the last waffle, something that seemed to always happen whenever Peter stayed at the Avengers compound.

“Y/N, I got here first, therefore, I get the last waffle!” Peter declared, narrowing his eyes at you as you let out a huff and crossed your arms.

“I’m sorry Spidey but you’re wrong, you see, I actually LIVE here, therefore, I get the last waffle.” You smirked, narrowing your eyes back at Peter, who raised his eyebrows in a challenging manner.

“Don’t make me.” He threatened playfully, making your eyes widen slightly, slowly backing away.

“You wouldn’t.” You dared, watching his smirk get bigger as he took closer steps to you.

“Oh, but I would.” He chuckled, before sprinting towards you as you let out a squeal and ran, Peter chasing you around the kitchen.

“This is so unfair!” You shouted, laughing as Peter webbed one of your arms to the fridge.

“Gotcha.” He chuckled, making you roll your eyes playfully as he walked up to you, before tickling your sides.

You squirmed around, laughing, trying to swat his hands away with your free hand but it was no use, he was going to tickle you until you died.

“Say you’re sorry and that I can have the waffle!” Peter grinned, his hands resting on your sides as you tried to catch you breath, your eyes watering from laughing so hard.

“N-Never.” You breathed out, a smile on your face as Peter shook his head, laughter escaping his lips.

“Alright, you asked for it.” He grinned, before tickling you again, making you burst out in laughter, your stomach starting to hurt along with your cheeks.

“O-Okay! O-Okay! You win!” You shouted, as Peter rested his hands on your sides once again, a satisfied smirk on his face.

“Thanks Y/N, you’re the best.” He winked, before removing the webbing from your arm, which wasn’t an easy task by the way.

“I just hope you know I am so going to get you back.” You glared at him, a smirk playing on your lips as Peter chuckled, shoving a bite of waffle into his mouth.

“We’ll see.” He hummed, as you walked over to the table, grabbing his fork and taking a bite of his waffle.

“Thanks.” You winked, as Peter whined, looking at his waffle, hearing your laughter travel down the hallway.

You and Peter had become best friends once he found out you were Tony’s daughter and you found out he was Spider-Man, aka your favorite Queens hero.

Tony was skeptical about letting Peter come into the Avengers, but eventually did after you spent a while convincing him it would be alright and that you wouldn’t do anything to make him uncomfortable.

“Y/N, you better not do anything with Parker I swear to god.” Tony muttered, before finally giving in, making you squeal out in excitement.

“I won’t! He’s my best friend dad.” You huffed, but the smile didn’t leave your face, making Tony roll his eyes, but give you a hug anyways, seeing you happy meant the world to him, even if that meant he had to suffer with Parker running around with you.

You and Peter had a platonic relationship, sure you may fool around with each other, and it may seem like you two were flirting, but it wasn’t the case, you two were just really close friends.

And that is how Peter started staying at the Avengers compound, and how everyone there quickly got annoyed of both of your bickering over the smallest things, for example, waffles, it happened almost everyday.

Unless someone stole the waffle that way they didn’t have to hear the same commotion again.

You were in your room, getting ready when the alarm went off, signaling something bad was happening, and everyone need to suit up, quick.

“What’s going on?” Steve shouted, rushing out of his room, his suit already on as Tony and Natasha looked at the screen.

“We’re under attack.” Tony looked at the screen wide eyed, the whole world was under attack.

“Then lets go!” Steve shouted, as everyone ran out the door, they had a job to do and standing around wasn’t going to get them anywhere.

They all followed the coordinates that lead them to the main scene of the crime, there standing before them was this huge purple guy, a crown on his head along with body armor.

“What the hell is that?” You shouted, watching the guy destroy everything in his path with one hit.

“I have no idea Y/N..” Bruce muttered, watching in horror, everyone was watching in horror at this moment.

This guy was unstoppable, he destroyed literally everything in his path like it was his job, like it was his mission.

“Alright guys, we’ve fought many things before, just treat this like one of those moments, we are the Avengers, we can do this!” Tony shouted, as everyone nodded in agreement, before everyone started sprinting towards the purple monster.

“Excuse me, Mr. Big Grape!” Tony shouted, catching Thanos attention, his eyebrows squinting in confusion from where the voice was coming from.

Once his eyes landed on all of you, an evil smirk appeared across his lips, laughter escaping.

“Ah, yes, the Avengers, here to save the day are you?” Thanos chuckled, making you all glance at one another.

“Well that is our job.” Thor shrugged, making Clint snort as his response, he never knew when to shut up.

“I’m sorry to say, but the Avengers won’t be saving anyone today.” Thanos growled out, sending chills down your spine.

“I guess there’s only one way to find out.” Tony replied, looking at everyone as they responded with nods.

And before you knew it, everyone was fighting, other creatures came out of nowhere, you were gathering they were apart of this guys army.

Everyone was fighting, your dad and Steve were fighting the big grape, while you and Peter and the rest of the Avengers helped fight off the army that continued to appear.

“This is crazy!” Peter shouted, webbing some creatures up before Wanda exploded them.

“There’s too many, we can’t hold them off forever!” You shouted, as you ripped one of the creatures in half.

“We need to stop fighting the alien creatures and help Tony and Steve, it’s the only way!” Clint shouted, hitting a few alien creatures with his bow.

You all then ran to help fight with Tony and Steve, who were getting brutally beaten each time they attempted to hit him.

“Give up yet?” Thanos laughed darkly, as they shook their heads no in response, making Thanos’s blood boil in anger.

Thanos was about to attack again when you all jumped in, attacking him all at once, throwing him off guard, allowing Tony and Steve to get back up and recover slightly.

This only made Thanos even angrier than before, you could see fire in his eyes as he let out a roar.

“Now!” Steve shouted, and all of you fired at once, one more time, causing Thanos to stumble once again, his body starting to shake from pure rage.

“You shouldn’t have done that!” He growled out, before his fist clenched together and he hit the ground, you all fell to the ground, the force overpowering and cracking the ground beneath you all.

“You will all feel the wrath of Thanos!” He roared, as his army of alien creatures soon went flying off, shooting and destroying everything in it’s way.

You groaned out in pain, as did everyone else as they tried to get up, you saw Peter slowly getting up, causing great concern to you, before you noticed your dad still on the ground.

“Dad!” You shouted, getting up as quick as you could, before rushing over to him, he let out a groan in pain, as you helped him up.

“You’re hurt, we need to go.” You shouted over the noise, but Tony shook his head, as he looked at Thanos who was causing more destruction.

“Y/N, we can’t give up, he’s not going to stop until we do something about it.” Tony explained, as Steve nodded in agreement with him.

“He’s got a point Y/N, this is our job, we get hurt, but we protect people.” Steve sighed, grabbing his shield before sprinting off, everyone following behind him, including you and Tony.

You all started attacking once again, surprising Thanos that you all were still trying to defeat him, which made him laugh in amusement.

“You just don’t know when to give up do you?” Thanos laughed, watching as you all stood before him.

“We aren’t going to let you destroy our world.” Steve proclaimed, making Thanos grin, his grape face wrinkling together.

Then another fight broke out, Thanos was no longer holding back, he was determined he wouldn’t be stopped, he was determined to kill you all.

“Duck!” Vision shouted, protecting Natasha and Clint as Thanos threw a punch at them.

You watched in horror, you all couldn’t handle this, hell, nobody could handle this, it was too much.

You glanced around, everyone was badly beaten, bleeding terribly, you all were losing, just like Thanos wanted.

And then it was like the world stopped, it all happened in slow motion, you watched Thanos gather as much power as he could, before firing at Tony.

You let out a blood curdling scream, making everyone and everything around you go flying off, the power of your voice causing immediate destruction.

You watched as Tony fell to the ground, Thanos flying backwards from the power of your scream as Peter witnessed you watching in horror, this couldn’t be happening.

“No, no, no, no, no!” You screamed, rushing over to where he laid on the ground, Peter running after you.

“Dad, no, please, you’re okay, you have to be okay, you can’t leave me!” You screamed, shaking him, throwing his mask off to reveal his eyes closed shut, blood seeping out everywhere.

“N-No!” You hiccupped, continuing to shake him, he couldn’t die, no, he couldn’t leave you, he was all you had left.

You had already lost your mom, you couldn’t lose your dad too, not now.

“No, d-dad, p-please!” You screamed out in choked sobs, tears falling off your face onto his below you.

Peter’s face filled with distraught, watching the scene before him, Tony meant a lot to him too, hell he meant a lot to everyone even if they didn’t want to admit it.

“Y/N..” Peter murmured, placing his hands on your shoulders as you sobbed harshly, clutching your dad to your chest.

You didn’t have words to say, all you felt was broken, the one person you had left was gone, Thanos took him away from you.

Thanos made you watch him kill your father.

And you would never forget it.

anonymous asked:

Can I ask for an RFA+V+Saeran comforting a sad MC? Maybe someone made a comment and they're feeling down about it but trying to act like they're okay.


  • You were both playing LOLOL and things were getting intense. You two were fighting a boss with a few members of your guild when you accidentally fumbled on the keyboard, messing up your shot that would’ve killed the monster.
  • The guild ended up losing and blamed it on you, hurling insults at you through their microphones. Usually you would just try and brush stuff like that off, but it was really getting to you. Without saying a word you shut your game off and stormed out of the room.
  • Yoosung followed quickly behind, seeing as you sat at the kitchen table, your face buried in your hands. It looked almost as if you were crying.
  • Sitting beside you, he rubbed your back gently, asking of you were alright. Lifting up your head you flashed him a fake smile, insisting that you were fine, you just needed to take a break from gaming for a while.
  • Of course though, the tears that threatened to spill down your cheeks gave the lie away. He pulled you close, rubbing your back as he tried to calm you down.
  • After a while you did, explaining how you hated hearing people you considered friends of yours saying such harsh things to you. Even though it was just a game you couldn’t help but take it to heart.
  • You both ended up putting a pause on gaming for the night, instead going out for a walk around the city to clear your mind.


  • His fans were going crazy over the reveal of your relationship. Some loved it, thinking you were adorable together, while others were less than happy about it. Your social media began to get blown up by crazy “fans”, every picture you posted getting met with tons of insults.
  • They ranged from blows at your looks to your intelligence, and you could barely stand it. You ended up disabling the comments under all your photos, but they still blew up your DMs and even Zen’s account.
  • He didn’t know how badly it affected you until he caught you looking into the mirror, poking and tugging at your face.
  • He watched in shock as you seemed to get frustrated, roughly raking your nails down the sides of your cheeks, leaving angry red marks in their place. Rushing into the bathroom, he pulled your hands away from your face and brought you into a tight hug.
  • That was when you broke down, returning the embrace with tears running down your cheeks. You told him how much they made you feel like you didn’t deserve him. How if you were prettier they would leave you alone.
  • Hearing that, he pulled away with a look of hurt. You were the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, and anyone who couldn’t see it too was an idiot.
  • He made it a point to talk about you constantly on social media from then on, about how happy you made him and how wonderful you were. Slowly, the comments became less and less as the true fans defended you.


  • The coffee shop was pretty busy that morning, causing you to rush to get out all the orders quickly. Because of that, you accidentally messed up some guys order. It was an honest mistake, but he was a dick and decided to yell at you in front of the whole store.
  • Usually you could deal with an unpleasant customer or two without batting an eye, but this guy went above and beyond. Insulting not only your coffee making skills, but your looks as well.
  • Hearing how the man was yelling at you, Jaehee quickly excused herself from the register to see what was going on.
  • When she reached your end of the counter she saw as you stood there in shock, taking in all his insults with tears in your eyes. She swiftly ran up to you, putting herself between you and the man as if to shield you from him. From there she handled the situation, kicking the man out almost immediately.
  • After taking care of the rest of the customers she took you into the back, asking if you were alright. You tried to brush it off, insisting you were fine, but you couldn’t get what he said out of your head.
  • She reluctantly let you go back to work, but when she caught you crying in the storage room later she made sure you went home for the rest of the day.
  • Later that night she joined you, sitting with you on the couch and handing you a warm cup of hot chocolate. You took a sip, leaning your head on her shoulder. Yeah, people were assholes, but at least you had an amazing girlfriend to help you forget about them.


  • After you two got engaged your faces were plastered over every tabloid and celebrity news site, and those rarely had anything nice to say. Some called you a gold digger, while others outright insulted your looks, comparing you to the past girlfriends of Mr. Han.
  • In the beginning you paid them no attention. You knew you weren’t a gold digger, and you didn’t care how you looked compared to the women his father chose to surround himself with.
  • You assumed it would all die down after a while, but to your surprise they kept coming. It seemed like there would be more and more everyday. Slowly they picked away at your self confidence, to the point where you hated going out in public.
  • Jumin noticed right away when you refused to go to a charity ball he was invited to. You absolutely loved dancing, why on Earth would you refuse?
  • He asked you later on that day while you were waiting for dinner. You didn’t answer right away, but after a few minutes of silence you gave in. You hated being followed around by cameras only to be ridiculed the next day for how you looked.
  • Being numb to negative attention by now, he helped you see the articles in a different way. Instead of getting hurt, you soon began to find them humorous. Like really, they were scorning you for wearing sweatpants at CVS? Who in the world would dress up to go to a god damned drug store?
  • After about a week you decided to go to the ball, and he made sure you were wearing the most elegant gown there. That night the tabloids had nothing negative to say, but you didn’t care. You were just happy to spend the night dancing with your fiance.


  • There was this one person who had been stalking your social media accounts for a while, leaving stupid comments under all your pictures. At first you paid no mind to them, but after a while they began to get harsher and harsher.
  • It even came to the point where the person started texting you. It was terrifying, you had no clue how they even got your number.
  • Instead of telling Seven though you decided to keep it to yourself, not wanting to seem weak or helpless. But it got so bad that you couldn’t even bear to look at your phone anymore.
  • After a while Seven caught on, watching as you flinch every time a notification on your phone went off. He finally intervened when the two of you were on a date and you checked your phone, seeming to tear up while reading one of your messages.
  • He stopped you right then and there, asking who was texting you. For a few minutes you refused to answer, but finally told him how some creepy stalker had been messaging you nonstop.
  • Making sure you turned your phone off, he made sure the rest of the date was as fun as he could make it to help you take your mind off of it. When you returned later that night he tracked down the guy, finding out it was a jealous ex of yours from years ago.
  • He made sure the guy would never contact you again, sending him multiple viruses and blackmail so he would back off for good.


  • You were out on a date, taking a nice walk in the park after you had dinner. It was really fun as the two of you (though, mostly you) laughed and joked, that is, until you heard someone behind you tell their friend that your laugh was annoying.
  • After that, you stopped talking. It was something you were self conscious about since you were a kid, though you had just started to get over it. Now, all the progress you’ve made had been knocked down completely.
  • At first he thought you were mad at him, asking over and over if he did something wrong. You smiled, assuring him that you were alright and he was perfectly fine.
  • But still, other than that you barely spoke for the rest of the night. He couldn’t help but get concerned, watching you closely. He’d make a dark joke and see the corners of your lips twitch up in a grin, but he could tell you were trying to suppress your laughter.
  • When you got home he tried again, even getting his brother to help him out. Thankfully it worked and you let out a soft giggle, but as soon as it happened you slapped your hand over your mouth to silence it.
  • He definitely knew something was wrong then. He sat you down on the couch and pulled you into a hug. It was awkward, but comforting at the same time. At that moment you broke down, telling him what had happened in the park and how much you hated your voice. Seven had to practically restrain him from trying to find and kick the ass of whoever made the comment.
  • The scene was enough to make you laugh for real, causing him to stop struggling against his brother. No matter what anyone said, your laugh was the most beautiful thing he has ever heard.


  • He had asked you to go to one of his gallery openings, to which you happily obliged. You were having a great time, drinking champagne and admiring your boyfriend’s work as he spoke to various attendants. But everything turned to shit when you heard two snobby rich women gossiping about you behind your back.
  • They completely tore you apart, commenting on how “cheap” your designer dress seemed to them to how trampy they thought you were.
  • You knew the scene all too well. Ever since you started dating V you took a disliking to the rich women who often attended his galleries. All they cared about was their looks and how much money they had, and it drove you insane.
  • That being said, that didn’t mean you didn’t take their comments to heart. You found yourself self consciously tugging at the end of your dress in an attempt to make it longer. Cursing, you hated yourself for choosing something so short. Maybe they were right, you were just a tramp.
  • It was the middle of the gallery when V was finally finished speaking with associates and decided to find you. To his surprise, instead of socializing like you usually did, you stood in a corner observing the whole event with a frown.
  • That’s when he knew something was up. He joined you, leaning against the wall in the spot next to you and grabbing your hand. After a moment of silence you filled him in, pointing out the two women who were more than a little tipsy from the champagne.
  • He let out a laugh, explaining how you shouldn’t take to heart what two snobby women said. Besides, their husbands both bought photographs from him that had you in them.

I thought I’d touch on the subject of Driver’s dual gender. Originally, it was just a way to lampshade the self-insert nature of it a bit and make it more customizable for others who’d like to play with the concept, but it’s turned into something else.

As I’ve mentioned before, Driver has a twin sibling. They’re of the opposite gender, so when Driver’s a guy, he has a sister (and vice versa.) And how could I not want to explore that dynamic? Twins are so interesting! The relationship between Driver and their twin is now at the heart of my 10th class concept. Basically, they each represent what the other one could have been if things have been just a tiny bit different.

This is going to get rambly, so I’m putting the rest of it behind a cut.

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