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Overrated First Year Advice

Disclaimer: I don’t mean to discredit the posts that have these suggestions in them… However, I know that for people going into first year university, it can be stressful seeing pages and pages of “must-dos” and feeling like you have to do them all. As always, different things work for different people! 

Talking to Profs 

  1. Getting to know profs personally. If you don’t feel comfortable talking to profs personally, don’t feel like you have to. In upper years, it can be really valuable to know profs for recommendations, etc. but in first year this is less important. Profs also don’t usually mark your work in first year, so you don’t need to suck up to them for good grades. 
  2. Going to office hours every week. Going to office hours can be very valuable if you have questions about the course or an assignments. However, I see a lot of posts telling students to go every week even if they don’t have a question. You don’t need to do this unless you want to! Often times, profs will even request that you talk to your TA before them.
  3. Emailing the prof if you miss class. Unless you go to a very small school, the prof is not going to notice if you miss class. You don’t need to email them telling them why you were absent, you can just go to a different section of the lecture or get the notes from someone. (If you have labs/tutorials/seminars, the same does not apply!! Email your TA.) 

Studying and Grades

  1. Starting to study for tests six weeks in advance. This is one piece of advice that always baffles me. The semester is only 12 weeks long (usually), so if you have a quiz in week 6, you can’t start studying for it much before week 4 or 5. Also, there is no way you will retain the finer details of things if you learned them 6 weeks before writing the test. 
  2. Guaranteeing a 4.0. I see a ton of posts telling students how to guarantee a 4.0 average or straight As. But honestly, as much as you do all of the readings and go to lectures and follow all of the studyblr advice out there, you can still get a TA who won’t give any mark higher than an 80. Just try your best and know that even though getting high marks is great, it is not the only indicator of success in uni. 
  3. Sitting in the front of the class. This is not a necessity. A lot of people post that if the prof can see your face and remember you, you will get better grades. However, in first year, the prof doesn’t mark your papers usually and even if they did, your paper doesn’t have a photo of you on it. Also, they teach so many classes I doubt they just naturally remember the first three rows of each one and no one else. Just sit where you are comfortable and can pay attention and see, and you will do fine. 
  4. Choosing your major in high school or based on what job you think you will get. If you think you want to major in something and then it turns out you hate it, that is fine! Your major should be a subject you are passionate about and can get good grades in, not something that you chose in high school or will “guarantee” you a good job (although, its also okay if your major is all of the above). 
  5. Taking full notes on a topic before the lecture. If you are going to the lecture with a ton of info already, it is easier to get distracted or to feel like you don’t need the lectures at all. Instead, take notes in the lecture and then supplement them with notes from readings or bonus material rather than the opposite way. 


  1. Buying textbooks online. I definitely think that buying textbooks online can be a good idea, but sometimes it is just easier to buy them from the bookstore. For example, if you are not sure if a site is legit/the book will come in time/its the right edition, etc. it might just be safer to get it in person or buy it used on campus from an upper year. (Remember, you can probably sell it next year!) 
  2. Buying old editions of textbooks. If you have the two books side by side and can tell that they are very similar, go for it. But often times, two different editions are totally different and can just mess you up. Science and math books often have different practice questions, and even in social sciences and humanities, the content can change drastically in one edition. 


  1. Buying extra storage and furnishing for your dorm. Make sure you do a virtual room tour or talk to someone about the layout before you buy a ton of storage. Most dorm rooms that I have been in have a ton of storage (mine has a closet, a huge desk, shelves to the ceiling, a dresser, and cabinets for extra storage). You don’t want to show up with way too much stuff. 
  2. Keeping 1000 things in your backpack. If you live on campus, you don’t actually need to carry every single thing on earth in your bag. It will get annoying carrying around a heavy backpack while walking. Unless you are going to the library for a huge study sesh or can’t make it back to your room all day, pack lightly! 
  3. Avoiding wearing “freshman clothes”. No one cares what you are wearing. People often wear pajamas or just track pants and a baggy t-shirt to class or the caf. If you like dressing up, that’s great! But don’t feel like certain clothes are off limits. 
  4. Living at home meaning you aren’t independent. Posts that look down upon living at home or going to your home university are garbage posts in my opinion. Being able to live away from home is a privilege, and many people are not financially, physically, or emotionally able to do that. If you are living at home, do not feel bad about it. You are still an adult and you are still independent. 

Hope this helps reduce some rising freshman anxiety! And remember, if you do want to follow any of the original tips, that is okay too. :) 

Into You (JDM x Reader)

Summary: You meet JDM at a convention and he takes an interest in you. Things heat up when he discovers you write dirty stories about Negan.

Requested by @prettyepiic

HUGE THANK YOU @i-am-negan-trash for being my beta reader!

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Language. MAJOR SMUT. NSFW.

Your hands were shaking. You had been in the line for three hours waiting to meet the cast of The Walking Dead. There was one actor you were most excited to meet. Jeffrey Dean Morgan.  

Remain calm. Just be cool. Oh my god, please don’t embarrass yourself.

You had been a big fan of the actor for a long time. Following him throughout his career. This was your favorite role yet. You were already a huge fan of The Walking Dead, tv show and comics. You loved a good villain, which made the character Negan, your favorite. Although Negan had never been accused of being “good”, he was a damn good villain. You always imagined Jeff playing the character so when he was cast as Negan, you were beyond excited.

Damn did he play Negan better than you ever expected. It made you love him as an actor even more. Your obsession grew to a whole new level. It made you want to talk about Jeff as Negan all the time.

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Can’t We Make it Up to You?

Anonymous asked: Can you please do a threesome smut with Jimin x reader x V? Also can the story line be you are working on a group project at your house ?? Pleaseeee 💜

Warnings: SMUT, just some nasty threesome smut, language you know the drill

Note: THIS IS REALLY LONG FOR ME,  ,95 line, ouch (why do i picture 95 line like the twins from ouran….so mischievous.. ) this was so fun tho THIS IS A LOT OF SMUT OKAY

Originally posted by hana-mori-posts

“Guys, can you listen for like five seconds? We really need to finish this, I don’t want to be stuck procrastinating and doing it the night before its due, I actually want it to be good.”

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wistingman  asked:

You once stated the Fantastic Four were the actual best super team. Why is that?

Assuming there’s even a nominal need to explain it any further than “they were Jack Kirby’s main project for just shy of a decade,” or for that matter “it’s the team Ben Grimm’s on” or “they’re where Doctor Doom comes from,” it’s actually a little more complicated than it might seem, because it’s not quite a matter of them collectively being the best characters in comics. Ben’s right up there, and Reed’s great too in the right hands, but Johnny’s while fun still pretty one-note, and while Sue works in the context of the group, I still feel like after all these years people haven’t quite fully fleshed out her deal in the same way as the others. Pound-for-pound, they hardly match up to the Justice League. But a team is a lot more than the sum of its parts; it’s the dynamic, the context they’re framed in, and the scope of what you can do with them. And in those regards, no one else is even close.

Let’s cover the other major players. I like the Doom Patrol from what I’ve read (Morrison’s run and what there’s been so far of Way’s), but they seem really shifty in terms of lineup in spite of being a small group, making it tougher to build long-term stories around character dynamics, and most of their adventures seem to be them just trying to wrap their minds around what’s happening to them; like the Spirit, they’re the spectators, not the spectacle. The X-Men are…a whole piece in and of themselves, but long story short, as far as I’m concerned they’ve spent over 30 years coasting on a run that got by on trying *slightly* harder than its competition at the time and a strong if muddled central metaphor, with any attempts at doing anything actually interesting with them since then smothered as soon as they start to gather any steam. Ditto Teen Titans, without even the symbolic strength of the central concept; all they’ve got is the cartoon, and DC’s spent over a decade resolutely making sure absolutely none of what made that show work gets into the comics. The JSA is Fine, Just Fine, and Jay Garrick and Ted Knight are both great, but their integration into the main DCU was - aside from scrapping the multiverse - the biggest mistake DC ever made in terms of large-scale continuity reengineering, and aside from the pretty clearly failed Earth-2, everything with them for the last 30 years has been built on the back of that illusion that any of them are in any way anywhere near as important as Superman or Batman. I’ll cop the Legion of Superheroes might have more meat on the bone than I’ve seen, but I’m not willing to shell out however many thousands of dollars on archive editions I’d need to find out, and while I imagine the Defenders were great under Steve Gerber, that seems to have largely been it for them.

That leaves the big two. I’ve covered it before, so keeping it relatively short: the Justice League is the best team in terms of average character quality so long as we’re sticking to the Big Seven model, but because each of them is iconic and important enough that they all have their own stuff going on, the focus in their best runs is on big action, with character work necessarily taking a back seat. They try to shake it up sometimes with B-listers, presumably on the basis that that’s how the League was conceived of in the first place, but it never works; the minor characters in the beginning were elevated to the A-list by sheer dint of being on Superman and Batman and Wonder Woman’s team, and shortly afterwards the rules of that world and who was important in it were codified enough that you couldn’t really replicate that more than once in a blue moon with one or two characters. The Avengers meanwhile were originally more genuine B-listers - only truly elevated above that by the movies, or if you’re being generous Bendis - and as such the Avengers as a group was the most significant thing in any individual members’ life, turning it into a meaningful institution that made them more than the sum of their parts, while the Justice League has always been less than the sum of its own. But at the same time, while they can do more within the boundaries of being the big team than their distinguished competition, they themselves just aren’t as big a team, and can’t compete on those grounds. Maybe I’d have a different mindset if the Avengers were a big deal to me personally, but as far as the ‘classic’ members go, I maybe, generously, care about four or five of them at all.

The Fantastic Four on the other hand? For starters, they’re a pretty universally regarded perfect balance of powers and personalities - tough enough to get into some wild adventures but not so overwhelmingly so that they can’t be easily thrown in over their heads; arranged character-wise with personality quirks both complimentary and irreconcilable that let you just as easily show them hugging it out or at each others throats. But the deal-maker is that rather than a club, or a gathering of the big guns when they have time off from their solo adventures, or an after-school hangout, or a strikeforce, or a ragtag bunch of misfits, or about 938 backup dancers of varying degrees of quality lucky enough to have Wolverine and Emma Frost to carry them, they’re a family, both born and found, and moreover they’re a family of explorers. And that makes all the difference.

Obviously there’re other teams that work as families in reality or in spirit, but the FF work that way in terms of dynamic, even above their status as superheroes. Yes, if they hear about the Mad Thinker wrecking downtown they’ll go deal with that, so you can tell regular superhero stories with them. But at the same time, you don’t need any elaborate explanation to get them to the Savage Land or the Negative Zone, or even to Yancy Street; they’re as likely as not to head out there on vacation (or to stop Ben from tearing it down in the latter case). They’ll go do big, interesting things purely on the basis of going to do it together as a family, and when it’s a family that diverse in terms of interests and personal goals, that means you can organically throw them in a bunch of different directions. And because they’re science adventurers above all with superheroics as just one option on the table, that gives you all the justification needed to dish out any wild high concepts you like, on the simple basis that Reed’s interested and the rest will humor him if it means a fun afternoon. And when real danger finds them, they care for each other and argue with each other and worry about each other and keep each other on their feet the way family does, perpetually keeping the emotional stakes as high as possible.

So yeah. They play off each other perfectly, you can justify them going nearly anywhere and doing nearly anything, and at their heart they have the warmth and the bickering and the strength that comes with family. And Kirby threw everything he had at them, and they have Ben Grimm and fight Doctor Doom. That’s why they’re the best. And among Marvel’s myriad other problems at the moment, its world is always going to be the lesser and the lonelier for it whenever it’s missing The World’s Greatest Comics Magazine.

Can’t Sleep Without You

a/n: Not requested, but something that just popped into my head. A lot of stress and not enough sleep makes me want Shawn in my life so much. 



It has been a few weeks since your last solid night’s sleep. You honestly are not really sure what has been going on with you or why you haven’t been able to sleep well. You’ve spent so many nights tossing and turning in bed, unable to get a peaceful rest, but then the morning comes and you practically feel like a zombie. These last four days have been the worst, and it doesn’t help that you’re in the middle of midterms so you have a lot of exams and presentations. For some reason, no matter how tired you are, you just can’t sleep well when night comes. It could be due to stress, since these last few weeks have been uncharacteristically stressful, or because you’re missing your boyfriend who you haven’t seen in a month, and you’re just tired of having to sleep without him every night. 

The one good thing that has come out of the fact that you haven’t been sleeping more than a few hours a night for the past four days is that you’ve been awake to text your boyfriend whenever he has a free minute. He’s off traveling in Europe for work so the time difference is pretty big considering you’re in LA. Normally this would mean you barely get to talk to him much, since you’re both so busy. However, every night this week, Shawn’s texted you at about three in the morning LA time because that is when he’s been free, and you’ve been able to respond because you’ve been awake. He, of course, questions why you’re awake in the middle of the night, but you’re unable to offer him much of an explanation because you’re never quite sure yourself, considering you’re so exhausted, but yet sleep won’t come.

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JNPR Headcanons (sorry, it's long)

•It’s obvious that Ren & Nora, and Jaune & Pyrrha are besties. But Ren & Jaune are bros while Nora & Pyrrha are like sisters

•Actually, the team is one family

•Edit: Everyone on this show has their own inner demons just like we do. They’re not perfect and they struggle with their own issues, team JNPR especially
-Jaune really cares about what others think of him and works so hard to be a hero and lovable and kind
-Nora is sort of the same way only her anxiety manifests itself as constantly moving and babbling. She really tries not to come off as a pest (& she isn’t) bc she doesn’t want anymore people leaving her (bc they always do). Sometimes the words of others effect her more than she let’s on (which leads to issues w/ her & Ren later in their relationship)
-Pyrrha cares more about people seeing her for who she really is. She not a trophy that’s won. She’s not a centerpiece. She’s Pyrrha
-Ren doesn’t really try to be more sociable. He knows that his quietness comes off as being shy, but those who know him know that he simply doesn’t have much to say. He does make his opinions known, though, and when he speaks more, you know that he thinks you’re trustworthy. His main issue is talking about what’s wrong. He gets so silent when he’s upset or angry. The only person that can crack him is his best friend.

•Jaune & Ren take turns being the dad (Jaune is Daddy Jaune in battle, Ren is Daddy Ren any other time)

•Pyrrha is mommy all the time

•When Jaune sees Nora, he thinks of one of his younger sisters & it makes him feel a bit less homesick

•Nora loves getting the team to do crazy shit like JNPR tattoos, sky diving, & swimming w/ Grimm sharks

•Speaking of tats
-They all have a JNPR tat with juniper berries & one of their emblem
-Nora has lighting bolts, boop, & a syrup bottle
-Jaune has a heart with ‘Arc Family’ on it
-Ren has the date of the attack on his village & Nora’s emblem
-Pyrrha has ‘Destiny’ written in a flower and her kids names

•As stated before, Nora & Pyrrha’s periods sync up and their boys handle it well

•Jaune bc he has sisters who go through the same thing & Ren bc he’s been with Nora forever

•Nora likes cuddles, heat, massages, sleep, & food during that time. She’s actually kind of of quiet during that time & a little more mopey

•Pyrrha is very irritable during that time and enjoys solitude unless she’s w/ Nora

•Birds of a feather suffer together

•The dress Jaune wore is actually Coco’s

•Bets get insane, esp when RWBY, CVFY, & SSSN are involved

•They do tons of partner sparring, but they love team sparring (every man for themselves)

•Nora & Pyrrha are the most well rounded with everyone else’s weapons, Ren coming after, & Jaune is last

•Pyrrha is the first awake to run, Nora gets up no later than 7 every morning, Jaune trudges along, Ren sleeps in bc fuck mornings

•They do team studying a lot which entails quizzes with candy for those who get questions right and punishment for getting it wrong

•It’s the only way Jaune or Nora will study for anything

•Jaune & Nora aren’t dumb. Jaune genuinely doesn’t get it sometimes and gets bored in class. Nora is smart, but lazy

•Pyrrha’s favorite class is Port’s. His lectures are interesting

•Jaune’s favorite class is… probably none… he’s not doing well in any right now…

•Nora’s favorite classes are Oobleck’s (watching him zip around is fun), Peach’s (science and explosions), Goodwitch’s (fighting), & her math class

•She’s a wiz at math

•Ren enjoys Port’s and Goodwitch’s classes

•They have a system where they copy Pyrrha’s notes if they miss something (they’re detailed af)

•Pyrrha is easily scared and reacts a little violently (punching shit) and she doesn’t do supernatural shit ever

•Edit: they’re all pretty chill about hanging around the dorm in undies and bras (it took Jaune some time, though)

•Jaune & Nora are DC fans. Ren & Pyrrha are Marvel fans. All enjoy X-ray and Vav

•They totally go to comic cons, cosplay, & gaming conventions together. You cannot tell me otherwise

•Passing the aux chord isn’t normally an issue until someone (Nora and Jaune) starts playing showtunes & rapping to Hamilton

•Ren is the only one who appreciates Yang’s puns

•Jaune & Ren are skilled cooks and normally don’t allow Pyrrha or Nora to help, but they do sometimes cut veggies and stir (Nora, stop adding spices right now! Pyrrha, do you even know what oregano is?)

•Jaune loves dead memes & is still raving about deez nuts & Harambe

•The group chat on ChatSnap is a total mess & any important info gets burried under memes, selfies, and videos
-Nora’s CS is mostly pictures of her team & friends
-Ren’s is filled with professional photos w/ some deep caption
-Pyrrha’s is clumsily trying to figure what she’s doing
-Jaune has awkward selfies & recordings of Pyrrha when she’s off guard

-Nora isn’t as bad as Yang or Qrow, but she’s no saint with cursing
-Ren doesn’t curse… out loud
-Jaune doesn’t unless he’s irritated
-You’d have to really push Pyrrha past her breaking point to get her to say fuck

•Edit: they totally have a naughty jar for swearing & making inappropriate jokes

•Edit: Nora is the go to person for charging scrolls, but is also the person to break them

•Edit: I like to think that she could be a defibrillator

•They often spend holiday break with Jaune’s family

•Ren, Nora, & Pyrrha have practically been adopted into the family

•Jaune’s older sisters work hard to get them all paired together-together

•If Pyrrha gets hurt, Jaune is worried but he’s not freaking out. He knows she can handle herself

•If Nora is hurt, Ren cannot focus & goes on a killing spree

•Jaune & Ren’s bro time is spent cooking, watching anime, or just talking

•They went to the doubles round during their 2nd year at Beacon
-Nora & Pyr the first year

•They mostly enjoy video games!
-Jaune is more into games like Myth of Welda, Remnant Bound, Underneath Remnant tale (totally uncreative), & trivia games
-Pyrrha likes the games at the arcade where you shoot stuff & party games (Xario Cart, Xario Partee, and Xario and Tonic at the Extremely Hard & Profesional Games)
-Nora likes anything violent (esp GTA)
-Ren doesn’t play very often, but is a God at rhythm/dance games (with Nora, those two are unbeatable & always get a perfect score)

-Nora is energetic, a little destructive after a few, & cannot hold her liquor
-Pyrrha is seductive af, but she rarely gets that far. Only once or twice
-Jaune is sleepier & clingy
-Ren very rarely drinks & can hold it exceedingly well

•Team bonding is normally spent watching a movie with pizza and cookies, bowling, arcades, or going out to dinner

•All team activities are classified as a double date when they’re dating

•Renora dated first, then Arkos

•There was a brief period where Nora actually broke up with Ren & Pyrrha was with her while Ren was with Jaune until they figured things out (I may write something on it later)

•However, it was Arkos that got married first

•The team are maids of honor & best men at each other’s weddings

•Pyrrha laced her bouquet with metal to control where it landed after she threw it (Nora “caught” it) -Ren proposed soon after in a quieter place

•If the couples argue, one normally goes to the other couple’s house to vent and cool down before going home

•Renora had 3 kids: Kensley, Ming, & Iman (adopted)

•Arkos had twins Louise & Eros

•Before the kids came, they went on team missions very often. After they’re all out of the house, they start again

•They also go on partner missions & swap who goes with who each time (Jaune/Nora, Ren/Pyrrha, couples, guys, girls)

•They often go on family vacations together & celebrate holidays because they’re one big family

•Pyrrha & Nora retire to teach at Signal

•Jaune & Ren join them soon afterwards

What it’s like to be autistic

I posted this on reddit in reply to someone asking about what it’s like to be on the spectrum. It ended up being really long so I thought I’d repost it here just for sharing’s sake. Slightly edited for formatting, but otherwise untouched.  Also if this actually ends up getting reblogged, this post is SFW but be warned that my Tumblr is often NSFW and I don’t tag shit, so remember that if you get curious and look at other posts.

As always, individual experiences will vary, and no two autistic people have the same life experiences or symptom expression. These are my own.

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Different person here, but still on the spectrum (aspergers).

For me, in description rather than just declaration of the actual diagnosis, it’s many things.

It’s having no social intuition and relying on consciously analyzing social situations in order to navigate them. Constantly being unsure if you’re saying the right thing, or if you understood what the other person was saying if they were being figurative. Having extreme issues telling the difference between what’s literal and what’s a joke. Accidentally offending people by saying something you thought there was nothing wrong with, but was actually a major social faux pas. Rarely having the right words to say when you’re supposed to be speaking, and always having too much to say about things that it is obvious that nobody else seems to care about. Also, it is difficult to learn and understand and continually interpret appropriately when you’re socially expected to be dishonest. Until countless bad experiences broke me of it, I assumed the average person was far more honest than they actually were - it took until my early 20s (I’m 25 now) to start to clue in to the fact that neurotypicals lie constantly, and that not only is this normal, it’s expected. I had always been someone who overshared and avoided mistruths (it’s often said that aspies actively seek and expect truths and facts), and it took a conscious effort to break myself of this social incongruity. I still overshare more than a normal person, to a great degree.

It’s being unable to natively read body language. Imagine that you went to Mexico with Spanish as a second language, and only started to learn Spanish as an adult. Maybe you even got pretty good at Spanish, but yours is still not perfect. It’s not natural to you, it always seems to take a second longer for you to “get it” compared to native speakers, and many things which are commonplace conversation to any native speaker always seem to get lost on you, no matter how many times you hear it. You’ll always be missing something. For me, it’s quite like that with body language - it’s artificial and disconnected, it doesn’t come naturally, and it’s an intentional effort to really try to both convey yourself in a socially expected fashion and an active attempt to understand others’ body language beyond the most basic of examples. Body language feels like a second language to me.

It’s having difficulties processing and tolerating environmental stimulation and sensory input (especially sound, in my case). Some things that don’t bother anyone else will bother the fuck out of me, especially particularly strong or strange bad smells, or overstimulating lights or color patterns, or extremely loud but varied noise (loud consistent noise doesn’t bother me, but if it’s varied it drives me insane - this is part of why crowds are awful), or particularly unusual textures and tastes (I’m the pickiest eater I know because I get extremely strong negative reactions to bad textures and tastes in my mouth, to the point where I will gag if I try to force myself to eat something that’s very unpleasant). Touch can be pretty bad too - “weird” feeling objects, especially slimy/wet/cold things, feel incredibly awkward and unpleasant to touch or be in contact with most of the time (this is probably why I waste way too much water doing the dishes, in addition to my perfectionist nature and germophobia/aversion to uncleanliness).

Processing sound can be especially difficult - I am not hard of hearing, but I genuinely thought that I was before I learned of my condition. I can hear extremely quiet things just fine, but I have great difficulty discerning details when there are many noises in contest, which leads to me having to ask people to repeat themselves constantly in mixed (and especially noisy) environments.

Eye contact. Important enough that it deserves its own subheading separate from body language. Simply put, it doesn’t come naturally. I will often have entire conversations with people without ever looking at them, and unless I am consciously forcing myself to make eye contact, if I ever speak about something at length I will inevitably avert my eyes in some random direction without ever thinking about why I’m doing so, or even noticing that I’ve done so. Further, direct eye contact induces a lot of anxiety, stress, and unpleasantness - particularly with people that I am unfamiliar with or not on friendly terms with, eye contact can be downright painful.

Speaking of anxiety, social anxiety is very often comorbid with the autism spectrum. And it’s awful. It’s terrifying to interact with new people with no preexisting social context, and still kind of scary when there is a social context. I get tremors when I have to make phone calls or write important emails, I tap my feet and pace around with my phone in hand like an idiot walking aimlessly. I briefly worked as a cashier at a dollar store, and quit very quickly because I was having panic attacks and nearly vomiting just from having to make constant direct social interactions with a steady flow of strangers with a performance expectation (handling money accurately while being watched). And it’s more than just communication - this sounds silly, but I literally cannot dance in front of other people - like, in private it looks silly but I can *technically* do it, but in front of other people, I will freeze up and be unable to do anything if I try, as if I am paralyzed or frozen in place, minus nervous fidgeting or twitching. And in general SA is so pronounced that it could have its own entire post dedicated to it.

On the note of OCD that you asked, there exists some small overlap sometimes, and I definitely experience on a mild level the neurotic paranoia and compulsive feelings that are commonly associated with it, but I would not say that I have OCD, just some symptom overlap.

And there’s so much more to it (this is probably ~half? of the things? ish?), but I’m getting to an awfully long post already (far longer than I expected to end up writing), and I’d rather not make people read even more wall of text. I hope this helps feed your curiosity.

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I probably should have rewritten this for tumblr, but I didn’t want to put in the effort to reassemble it. I think it mostly stands up without major changes anyway. Just wanted to share.


13 Days of Outlander - Day 13 Dragonfly in Amber

The last and longest episode of the season and the final day of our 13 Days of Outlander/A Month of Outlander (and the anniversary of the battle of Culloden). This episode is a bit of a mixed bag for me with my opinions and favorites about it changing every time I watch it. 

Favorite Scene: Claire and Roger sharing whisky. This is consistently my favorite scene though I do occasionally like to torture myself with the farewell at Craigh na Dun. The double meaning to what Claire is saying and thinking compared to what Roger takes her meaning to be and the heart-wrenching grief behind his question is just so touching. It goes a long way to establishing their sense of one another, their recognition of their understanding of one another, and I think the seeds of why he’s willing to give her the benefit of the doubt later are sown here. Plus it’s the scene that solidifies…

Favorite Performance: Rik Rankin as Roger Wakefield. I have a really hard time with Roger in the first few books where he plays a significant role but from the first few scenes of Rankin inhabiting the character I was completely won over. There’s a subtlety to his performance that just isn’t there on the page and having Rankin in mind is making rereading through those difficult Roger passages in the books much easier. I mean, he hits the somber and sorrowful notes in his scene with Claire (where he is easily his most vulnerable) but then turns around and has the best reactions to Bree’s meltdown at her mother once she learns the truth; and after hearing Claire’s story he performs as a mediator between mother and daughter with surprising skill and charm.

Favorite Music Moment: Geillis’ speech. As with my favorite scene, this is a favorite that tends to change but I have to give the edge to Geillis’ speech because I find myself skipping ahead to the White Roses of Scotland track more than others. 

Favorite Location: Culloden Moor. Habit tends to push me towards Lallybroch but in this instance, seeing it all run down and roofless, it isn’t my favorite; Lallybroch can only be my favorite when it’s thriving and full of life. Instead I find myself preferring the gorgeous shots of Culloden Moor. It’s so open and yet somber but without bringing up the pain of something like seeing Lallybroch’s front doors chained shut. We haven’t seen Culloden in the show since 1x05 in a flashback with Frank but it’s not a place that can really get run down or fall apart the way Lallybroch can and does. It feels static in a way, unchanged by time; as somber and weighty as it must have been in the weeks, months, and years after the battle ended. It is a location that feels frozen in time so that, even though Claire goes with the intent of saying goodbye, it makes perfect sense that through Brianna’s discovery she is as far from leaving Jamie behind as she will ever be. 

Favorite Minor Character: the helpful researcher. We don’t get this character’s name but she is so helpful to Claire and her whole attitude and demeanor just gives me major Mrs. Graham vibes, I can’t help but love her (and we know she’s efficient because look at just how fast she got Roger’s genealogy chart complied).

Favorite Book to Screen Adaptation: Dougal’s death. I know there are folks who aren’t fond of the fact that they changed the scene so that Claire and Jamie kill Dougal together, but I kind of love it. I’m pretty sure this is the first time on the show where we have seen Claire take part in actively killing someone (Colum doesn’t count because he asked for her help and the Comte doesn’t count either for a few reasons, some of them spoilery for The Space Between). In the books, however, Claire has a bit more blood on her hands at this point. I also love the way the scene is choreographed and acted. Dougal’s crazy eyes as he just repeats the word, “anger,” a few times, Jamie’s shielding of Claire (and the bairn) as Dougal builds towards open attack, Claire getting to knock Dougal over the head with a crate in an echo the way she did the same with a small stool back in The Gathering, the horror on Jamie’s face as he realizes what he’s done and the tremor in his voice as he says, “I’m sorry, uncle,” and rests his head on Dougal’s shoulder… there’s just so much going on in this scene.

Favorite “That’s not in the book” Part: Jamie and Murtagh. Claire is pretty distracted through most of this part of the book so we don’t get a whole lot about what transpires and in the show, she’s absent from the scene altogether (and with good reason), but it means so much to me that we get this beautiful moment between Jamie and Murtagh. It’s a wonderful companion to their scene back in Prestonpans when Murtagh is confessing to his feelings of insignificance before the battle. Murtagh knows what’s going to happen and has an idea of how he’ll be one of so many men to fight and die on the field but where before it made him feel insignificant, he has finally found something about it that will make his death meaningful, even if it isn’t in the way he’d originally thought/wanted (god, that season three premiere is going to hurt).

Favorite Line: Roger persuades Brianna to go to Craigh na Dun. Favorite line is probably the favorite of mine that changes most frequently. I love Roger’s repetition of Geillis’ “fucking barbecue” as well as Murtagh observing to Jamie that “he isn’t surprised [that Jamie killed Dougal] only that it took him so long”; I’m also always fond of the fact that they worked in both the Da mi basia mille poem and Jamie’s “I will find you,” speech. But this time through I was struck again by just how quickly Roger thought on his feet when Claire announced she wanted to see if they could stop Geillis and especially how he persuaded Brianna to go along with it despite her misgivings and stubborn resistance to everything Claire has been saying. “This could be our chance to make [Claire] actually face it” and when Bree still resists wondering what if Geillis is crazy too and only supports Claire’s obviously deluded claims… “Well then maybe we all get to watch her slam her head into a five ton block of granite.” He manages to inject enough humor and logic for Bree to lighten up a little bit and yield. 

Favorite Jamie and Claire Moment: parting at the stones. There is so much from their farewell in the book that simply couldn’t make it to the episode (for a multitude of reasons, some of them stronger than others) but what does make it to the screen is absolutely beautiful and heart-wrenching. Jamie’s initial mood is almost dazed as he smiles and reassures a completely distraught Claire that he can’t go through with her but that he’ll find her if he has to wait 200 years… but then as soon as the first canon sounds the weight of it all seems to hit him and a measure of fear sets in. It’s Claire who begins taking the lead as she offers him the dragonfly in amber and starts the vow that he continues. It’s enough to ground him again as they get to their feet and he settles her against him for that incredible slow-dance to the stones and them reaching to touch it together. They rely on each other through the whole scene for reassurance and strength, for every last second of being together and united as one before they’re alone and will have to take their next steps with only the memory of that strength to carry them forward. 

Favorite Costume: Bree and Roger’s matching knitwear. This is something I only noticed this latest time watching and probably noticed it mostly because I’ve spent a lot of time staring at Brianna’s scarf in those final scenes at Craigh na Dun so that I can try to recreate the pattern but her scarf has the same knit pattern as the sweater he’s wearing. It’s the sweater he’s been wearing all day and it’s a darker yarn (part of why I think I missed it before) but the honeycomb-style pattern is the same. It’s just a small detail (and it’s really hard to see on Roger in the pic below but if you scroll back up to some of the other pics of him, it’s clearer) but it’s exactly the kind of detail I love from the costume department on this show (like Claire’s two traveling outfits back in the season premiere using the same color scheme). 

A massive thank you to everyone who participated in the 13 Days of Outlander and the 16 Days of Outlander and the A Month of Outlander and all of this celebratory stuff that @gotham-ruaidh and I have thrown out into this latest Droughtlander to help us all keep ourselves going. I’ve loved reading through everyone’s posts and looking over the gorgeous edits, gifs, stills, photos, quotes, etc. Keep them coming as we get more and more promo for Season 3 and Droughtlander enters its final stages. 

Anon Requested

Follow Forever.
I’ve never actually done this, it just never crossed my mind, but a very nice Anon requested to see who inspires me, so I’m going to try my best. 

Also, it is VERY VERY long.  [Seriously, VERY VERY long.]
You can use ctrl-f to find yourself…maybe? ;-;
I could’ve just added everyone’s names but I wanted to write a little on each one, or most everyone.
Sorry if I didn’t write about you, but you’re still great in my book guys.
All of you. <3 <3 <3

[I only wrote because I am seriously never doing this again, lol, so once and only time here]
IF IF IF IF I forgot you, I am beyond sorry. Just let me know or something. I’m tired. It’s midnight, and I just wrote all of this and did I mention I’m tired? 

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Deranged: Part 1

Originally posted by taehyungifs

“Sometimes human places, create inhuman monsters.” -Stephen King

Warning: Will contain violence and tense situations in later chapters

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poliearbear  asked:

This blog is incredible. Any chance you might look at the most recent redesigns Tamora Pierce's Song of Lioness series? I have Opinions on them, but they're also strongly tinged by outrage that they dared to change the design from the version I had growing up.


In some ways, this is a perfect follow-up post to my Earthsea tirade: another classic fantasy series that has been graced with some distinctly vintage #looks. In fact, it’s really worth going over some of the old designs before we get to the new one, so let’s explore.

FIRST UP we have some charming vintage covers! (i was too lazy to date all these so idk circa what year). These seem to have been pretty widespread, so it may be what you’re referring to re the style you grew up with, asker? Anyway, these are adorable. Do I take them seriously? Not really, the style is mad dated, but who cares. They’re super fun, and the illustrations are exciting and colorful and very specific to actual elements in the story. As a kid I would have eaten that shit up, and in the 90s, I’m sure this was the height of fantasy book design.

NEXT. (and I’m sorry they’ve been cropped on the sides, but I think we get the idea) (in case it was unclear I just rip these from google, I don’t compile all these images myself LMAO) I’m generally not a fan of ‘boxed in illustration w very simple type below/above it’: It’s boring, design-wise, though it’s also inoffensive and hard to fuck up. But the illustrations are really lovely and vivid; I love how scrappy Alanna looks and how we get a real sense of peril and drama and grit without literally making everything dark, or sapping it of its whimsy.

TIME FOR SOME TRULY HEINOUS ONES. These beauties below, where Alanna is being really chill about clearly having been set on fire and is also apparently living in a post apocalyptic wasteland, came out in 2010, aka the height of the paranormal YA romance craze.

You can’t tell at all, obviously.

Nope, no influence here. Bella Alanna looks totally normal with absurd photoshopped lighting/effects and her two brooding love interests who would never be mistaken for vampires. (fun fact, when you google image search “song of the lioness new covers” half the results are this single image, because the internet has devoted a LOT of blog space to going WTF at it over the years. but seriously, wtf is that shirt she’s wearing?)

And we have these, where they couldn’t be assed to do more than one illustration, or to…. put…. a shirt on her? even though she’s wearing a cloak? Where did the rest of her hair go? Shouldn’t we be seeing an indication of boobs, with that much of her chest exposed? It’s been a long time since I read these so correct me if I’m wrong but isn’t her Magic Necklace for contraceptive purposes? Is that the thing we want to devote an entire book cover to? Whatever its purpose, why does it look like that? At least the twilight covers still had alanna holding swords on them rather than inexplicable quasi-nudity.

Also, this is the collected edition that I read when I was like 13, and I am biased, but I think it’s the best:

it captures the bright, kitschy, vintage-illustration feeling of a lot of the old covers without actually being kitschy or vintage. It has the upbeat cool-lady-knight-on-an-fun-adventure vibe that the Twilight covers are missing. The type knows what’s up and is chilling, letting the illustration do its thing while still being integrated w it. 10/10.

There are tons of others, but I think that’s sufficient context, so let’s look at the new-new covers:


Usually I’m pro-abstraction and anti-putting the characters on the cover, because that tends to be the obvious, unimaginative solution. However, unlike my feelings about the Earthsea books, I think making the the Lioness series appeal to children is actually a worthwhile endeavor, and to that end, I think it’s kind of a shame to lose the imagery of Alanna herself swinging swords around, which really does have a unique appeal. Especially since the first book is literally ALANNA: THE FIRST ADVENTURE. You’re being sold on the character as much as the story.

But for what we have, I…. almost like it? All the text is really well-balanced, to harken again back to the Earthsea conversion on Series Title Vs Actual Title, and the intricate framed woodwork thing with different color schemes as an overarching structure is working for me. The detailing is worth looking at up-close:

But up close we also notice my Problem which is the fact that these objects are photomanips, instead of illustrations. It might be argued that this is a matter of taste/ preference, but here, I don’t think it is; I think illustration was a real opportunity to be stylistically interesting/integrated with the rest of the cover and it was wasted on…. this subpar photograph of a horse.

Publishers seem to shy away from illustration on YA fantasy covers. I’m not sure why: we get plenty of trendy (mostly simplified or abstracted) illustration on YA contemp, Illustration has always been a major mainstay of middle grade covers, and art a la Uprooted/any Gregory Maguire book or the ADSOM series is sort of a Thing for adult fantasy right now, but YA fantasy is having a moment with typographically-driven covers, and, eternally, an ugly affair with photomanip. I can’t say for sure that the designers of these Lioness covers were “aiming YA” but…. Subpar Photograph of a Horse is making me think they are, or are at least taking cues from that genre. Anyway, that’s kind of a tangent but it is A Bummer Generally.

Of the four images, the shield is working the best and the cat is working the worst. They’re not terrible by any means, but they’re awfully generic-feeling, and lack any particular sense of depth or dynamism. Overall, this is one of those times where my critiques leave the realm of Concrete Terms and Measurable Inadequacies into something more ephemeral, but I feel like Lioness series covers, at their best, encapsulate a whimsy and a warmth that these just…. lack, even though I don’t really have any major fights to pick with the design. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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pairing: poly!hamilsquad x reader

t/w: none!

a/n: my first!! poly!hamilsquad x reader fan fic!!! it’s finally up lol im so sorry this took so long!!! i hope it’s kind of good?? not even sure about the name yet but you know what it’s finally up! that’s worth celebrating. thanks for being so patient. enjoy!

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 New York City was your favorite place in the world hands down. You’d been out here for school to begin with but stayed because of the atmosphere. It was also where you met your four boyfriends. You shared the city you loved with the four loves of your life. 

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The Elf and the Dwarf

Overall Summary: Erebor was reclaimed and the line of Durin had not ended. You were an elf and now that your quest was over, you didn’t know what to do especially since you gained feelings for a certain King Under the Mountain. 

Chapter Summary: You and Thorin finally have a one-on-one

Categories: Humor, Romance, Angst

Pairings: Thorin x Fem!Reader

A/N: This is the second to last chapter of this series because this just needs to end. Once I am done with this series, it will go through some MAJOR EDITING and will be moved to A03 as well 

Strike Through = Current Chapter

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 -Chapter 7 - Chapter 8  - Chapter 9

As the festivities begin to slow down, you decide take a look around to see who was still left. Bard and his children left many hours ago and you were left talking to Dis.

She was not as intimidating than you originally thought. She was actually quite funny. You could see where Kili and Fili got it from, honestly. She told you about her days growing up with Thorin and you didn’t realize that Thorin was quite a happy dwarf.

When you had seen her yawn, you had dismissed her and told her to go to bed. She agreed as long as you agreed to come back tomorrow for tea to which you agreed to.

You look around. The company had seemed to move from the head table to mingle with the other dwarves, humans and elves that were left.

Bilbo was currently in a conversation with Legolas and the others with their families, but there was one of the company members missing: Thorin.

You shrug and decide to retire for the night. You wer pretty sure Thorin wouldn’t mind if you borrowed your old chambers for the night. Hopefully, no one had been given that room.

You smile as you walk the halls that you still remember. There were so many memories. So many things that they have accomplished. The greatest thing that you have ever accomplished.

You pause in front of your old quarter’s doors. It was still the same as when you had left it nearly two months ago. You knock out of courtesy and you frown as you hear a voice say ‘enter’.

You open the door and walk in to find Thorin sitting on a chair by the fireplace smoking a pipe.

Thorin stands quickly.

“Y/n. I wasn’t expecting you,” he says. You just stand there awkwardly, not exactly knowing what to do. You couldn’t possibly stay here if this was his quarters, but it is strange that he should even been here in the first place. If you remembered correctly, Thorin’s quarters were at the end of the royal wing due to safety reasons.

“Thorin. I-I’m sorry. I just thought that no one was going to be here and I’d just sleep here for the night. It is far too late to be heading back to Dale at this time,” you apologize.

Thorin just shakes his head.

“No, don’t apologize. I shouldn’t have come here in the first place. I just come here to think about things,” He says and you raise an eyebrow at him.

Thorin shuffles a bit at the unexpected scrutiny.

“Why don’t we sit for a bit and then I’ll leave you?” he asks and you nod, closing the door behind you. Thorin takes a seat back in the chair and you join him next to the fire place.

“How was your night? Did Dis have a lot to talk about?” Thorin asks after a few minutes of silence. You smile at him.

“She is an absolute jewel. I think we talked the entire night away and would’ve continued to talk if she hadn’t gone to bed,” you say and Thorin raises an eyebrow at you, wondering exactly what you talked about.

“Oh?” He asks, totally curious. “Yes. She spoke a lot about how you had the knack for dressing as a princess,” you tell him and his eyes narrow.

“A story that she heard from Frerin no doubt given the fact that she wasn’t even born at the time,” Thorin huffs and you giggle.

“You are not denying that you did dress as a princess,” you tell him with a smirk. Thorin huffs, turning away from you.

“I did no such thing,” he grunts and you laugh. He turns to you with a smile on his face. He really loved that laugh of yours.

You try to gather yourself as you catch Thorin staring.

“Sorry. It’s just. Imagine you in a dress!” you exclaim, the giggles taking over again. Thorin lets a chuckle out as well.

“If you imagine Dis with scruffier hair and a beard like mine, that is what I would probably look like,” Thorin jokes and you let out another laugh.

“I like your humor Thorin Oakenshield. I don’t understand why we haven’t been friends since the beginning,” you tell him and his smile slowly fades and he laughs lightly. “It is probably because you thought I hated you when its quite the opposite,” Thorin says, looking back to the fire. Slowly, his words start to click in your head.


“Don’t. I already know your answer, y/n. Why would an elf love me, a dwarf? A stubborn dwarf who has been nothing but a complete arse to you since the day we met. I- I should go,” Thorin says, standing.

As he walks pass your chair you grab his arm to stop him. He looks down at you and he looks absolutely heartbroken and it makes your heart clench.

“Thorin Oakenshield, I am not denying feelings for you, you stupid dwarf. I am telling you that I feel the same exact way,” You say and he pulls back in shock.

“What?” he asks and you roll your eyes. You wanted to stand to get closer to him, but because of the height difference you decided not to. IT would not help your cause right now.

“You silly dwarf. Everyone knows that I’ve been in love with you for a while now. In fact, I often became the butt of their jokes because of it,” you joke, trying to ease the tension.

“You what?” he splutters. “Oh for Mahal’s sake, Thorin! I’m in love with you stupid dwarf. Sometimes I wonder if I chose the right dwarf because you seem to be as oblivious as-,” but your musings are interrupted as Thorin closes the distance between the both of you.

His lips were just as soft as you expected, if not softer. IT was strange that it should be this soft. You thought that they would’ve been roughened with the years of travel, but they weren’t and you were glad.

Thorin pulls back and rests his forehead on yours. You give out a breathy chuckle as you open your eyes.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for that,” you tell him and he chuckles as well. “I think I do,” he tells you, pulling back. He smiles at you and you smile back, but the moment is ruined as he lets out a yawn. You giggle and stand.

“I think it’s time that you go to bed,” you tell him and he smiles. “Join me?” he asks and you nod. After disrobing, the both of you climb into bed, facing each other.

“Goodnight, amralime,” he says, placing a kiss on your nose. “Goodnight, melamin,” you tell him, smiling as you rest for the night, happy to finally be with the one you love.

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This House is a Home

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Description: Dan and Phil have finally moved into the ‘burbs, and their surprise house tour video includes another surprise reveal!

“Ready Phil?” Dan said hopefully. He watched as Phil nodded to him. Dan leaned over and switched the camera to recording.

Phil waved and in sync, Dan saluted the camera with two fingers.

“Hi guys!” Phil began, peppy as always.

“Hello internet!” Dan continued. “So, you may notice- we’re not in our flat at the moment.”

Phil glanced around, feigning curiosity at the new surroundings. The walls of the lounge were blank, and so white they seemed sterile. Empty.

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• Mark and Ethan who go shopping for flowers together and pick out the brightest yellow bouquet for Amy

• Amy and Mark are pretty good cooks but Ethan is very bad at it, so he takes a cooking lesson. The cooking lesson only teaches him how to make spaghetti but he picks up very quickly and practices it when Amy and Mark aren’t home.

Then, one night, he announces he’s gonna cook dinner for Mark and Ames, who are very nervous but not saying anything because last time Ethan tried to cook, he accidentally microwaved a fork. But Ethan takes like an hour to make the spaghetti and makes his own sauce and everything and then brings it out to Mark and Amy, who have been sitting patiently the whole time. They’re trying not to wince as they take a bite, but then they actually start chewing and it’s good. Like, really good.

So that’s how Ethan becomes amazing at cooking spaghetti and nothing else and whenever he makes it it’s a very special occasion.

• Ethan and Mark play-wrestling. Amy acts as the referee and counts down when one of them has pinned the other

• Ethan and Amy always overpowering Mark in decisions. Like whether it’s what music to play in the car or where they’re gonna go that day, Ethan and Amy always agree and Mark says they’re bullying him

• Matching promise rings? As given out by Mark, who usually isn’t the sappy one at all but on their two year anniversary he hands Amy and Ethan small boxes and explains he wants them to know he’s in it completely and Ames and Eth obviously both tear up because they’re extremely soft hearted! Mark waits until they have theirs on to show his and Amy takes a picture to put on her instagram of their hands next to each other with the dazzling rings adorning their fingers ✨

• Baking!! Together!! Amy making cookies shaped into aliens, Amy holding out the spatula so Ethan can lick the batter, Amy wiping flour-covered hands on Mark’s shirt by accident. Mark rolling the rolling pin on dough and Ethan and Amy are acting like this isn’t just an excuse to watch that boy’s muscly forearms.

Also Ethan getting all bubbly and excited when the timer goes off and not wanting to let the cookies cool! Plus Ethan having trouble with his apron so Amy laughs at him and wraps her arms around his waist, tying it for him in the back. Also Mark triple-checking the ingredients for peanuts/peanut oil and taking a bite out of the first cupcake “to make sure it’s cooked all the way” (nobody believes you, Mark).

• Mark complaining about giving up closet space when Ethan moves in, Amy is rolling her eyes because she has twice as much clothing as that boy but she still made it work

• Mark and Ethan with “If Lost, Return to Amy” shirts. Amy has a shirt that says “I’m Amy”.

• Ethan who stays up until 3am editing (canon) and Mark insists that he’s fine and Ethan does that every night don’t worry about it but Amy drags him to bed and assures him Mark is fine with it, besides Ethan needs to sleep. Mark is not very fine with it but if he says that Amy will smack him so he keeps quiet.

• Chica being mildly upset because she used to be able to curl up with Amy and Mark but now Ethan takes up the space she did so she has to sleep on her dog bed

• Literally just any of them carrying each other!
-Mark sweeping Amy off her feet and spinning her around

-Ethan giving Amy piggy back rides

-Mark trying to carry both Amy and Ethan up the stairs at the same time because Ethan was like “I’m too tired, you need to carry me.” And then Amy said “me too” so Mark makes it about halfway up before unceremoniously dropping them both and they all burst into laughter

-Amy can’t quite pick Ethan up but with Mark’s help she can and that’s how they transport sleepy Eth to beds, cars, and anywhere else he was supposed to go before falling asleep

-Mark picking up Ethan against his will and Ethan is laughing and half heartedly telling Mark to put him down, Amy is exploding with love and snapchats it, captioning “the princess has been swept off her feet”

• Tickle fights where one person always ends up being mercilessly attacked by the other two and there is no escape

• Ethan and Mark get seperated from Amy because they’re on different flights to a convention! And Amy’s flight gets delayed so she’ll be a day late, Mark and Ethan FaceTime her from the hotel room and Ethan is pouting with his arms wrapped around Mark because he misses her so much.

• Ethan and Amy are blanket hogs so Mark always ends up with no blanket or he has to yank it back

• Amy now has double the amount of boyfriend hoodies to steal

- Bonus for Ethan and Amy being partners in crime and now Mark is missing like half his wardrobe

• Eskimo kisses all the time and always

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Hello, love bugs!

Dan x reader.

Warnings ⚠️, smutish.

Meeting Dan at university and talking to him about leaving university to become a full-time YouTuber. Side note what do you guys call a Micky of liquor? I’m Canadian and I grew up only knowing to call it that.

Tonight was going to be a much-needed break. You and this boy named Dan had been hanging out a lot lately. You had met him from being just down the hall from his dorm. It seemed like the two of you were always bumping into each other every day while going to class. This was the start of a friendship that was blossoming into something more. You had a feeling that tonight wasn’t just going to be a quiet night. But all of this was beyond the point. What was important right now was that It was your turn to supply the booze for your r&r night. You had a bottle of wine and a Micky ( for my non-Canadians it’s the size of a flask.)of vodka to help unwind. You reach Dan’s door knocking to let him know you were there with libations. You can hear him get up and stumble over to the door. You feel a small smile creep to your face. He was so dorky and cute.

“Hey!” Dan’s says leaning against the door frame trying to look cool.

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But You Didn’t (Home)

Broke up a year ago, our suitcases got swapped and why do you still have a picture of us together?

Frosting war and now we’re making out on my kitchen counter


Uh. Yeah so, I’m just now kinda going through a breakup. I don’t really feel sad about it? Cause it was beginning to become very one-sided and. I’m just so tired. I was tired of him always ignoring me, blah blah blah. So yeah. This is gonna be sappy and angsty as all hell so. Woo.

And a message to every living breathing person out there. If someone is treating you like shit, is treating you like they don’t care about you, talk to them. Figure out what’s going on. Sometimes, they’re truly not doing it on purpose. Sometimes, they’re not the one. And I know that hurts to say, but you will date people who are not the one.

Quite like this asshole who I was with. So yes. If you’re with an asshole, like I was, run, run far away.

Anywho, onto the Finnegan

Tags: @moxtiel and @nickysmum1909 bc THEY REQUESTED THESE IDEAS AND YEAH I COMBINED THEM as per-usual, sue me. And tagging @hardcorewwetrash @fuckyeahbulletclub and @darlingkatrina MY FRIENDS, MY PARTNERS IN CRIME, MY LOVELIES, YES ILOVE THEM. Also tagging @helluvawriter @imagines–assemble @alexispoo @caramara3 @itsaminionthing  AND ANYONE ELSE WITH FINN FEELS. Just shoot me an ask or message if y’all wanna be tagged in my stuff. 

Me: *Is 2 pages in* 

Also me: *Sobbing uncontrollably.*

Admittedly, I am slightly intoxicated as I write this, I will fix my mistakes through editing, but if I miss something, ya know. Ya know why.

Warnings: It’s gon’ be sweet, sweet love making. That’s right ladies and gents. I’m writing smut. That isn’t rough. I know, it’s a shocker. A real brain teaser. DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO ACTUALLY WRITE SWEET SLOW LOVE MAKING WOW OKAY I HAD TO BACKSPACE HAIR PULLING ABOUT… Okay, more than I probably should have. But yeah. Yeah. I DIDN’T WANT THIS TO BE DIRTY, DIRTY SEX (my subconscious did but I did not let it win.). It’s beautiful and supposed to make you cry. (But Finn is def still in charge.) Yes. I DON’T THINK I EVEN USED ANY CUSS WORDS IN THIS, THAT IS HOW MUCH FINN LOVE MAKING MEANS TO ME, OKAY ANYONE WHO KNOWS ME KNOWS I HAVE THE MOUTH OF A SAILOR.


You couldn’t breathe. You didn’t want to have this dream anymore, you didn’t want to remember.

“Why can’t ya ev’r just say it,” he spoke, his words filled with malice. “I can’t deal wit this forev’r, ya know dat?” It was the same fight. The same fight you had every night since he had told you. Tonight, it started when Bayley, bless her soul, brought up why we weren’t living together yet. You simply said you weren’t at that point in your relationship yet.

Those three words, three words that ruined every little piece of happiness you had. You wanted to love him, you really did.

But you couldn’t let yourself be hurt again. You couldn’t let yourself be vulnerable with someone. You had been hurt enough by your own father, a flurry of step-fathers, and a few ex-boyfriends here and there.

“Finn, I’m tired,” you spoke, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. You loved him. You did. But you just couldn’t take getting hurt. “Can we please, please,  just take a break from this tonight?” You mumbled out, standing from your spot on the couch to go to your shared bedroom.  His hand reached out, gripping onto your wrist.

“I can’t keep waitin’ for ya to one day, maybe, fall in love wit me,” his voice started to crack. You could see the look in his eyes, the way the sides of his lips twitched, his eyebrows furrowed with despair. He didn’t deserve this. He deserved someone who loved him.

“Then leave,” you whispered, pulling your hand away. His eyes bore into yours, looking, waiting for you to take it back.

The next few minutes was a flurry of silence and him grabbing his things, staring down at the shirt you had on your body, his shirt, before grabbing his keys. He stood at the opened door, waiting for you to stop him.

But you didn’t.

You shook yourself awake, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Normally you were alone, normally you were allowed to cry yourself back to sleep. You couldn’t exactly do this on a plane. The oversized plane had already begun its descent. You looked around you, eyes landing on Finn. You heart clenched in your chest, before your eyes flicked away.

Since the breakup, you had avoided him like the plague. Which was very hard to do considering you worked for the same company. You leaned your head back against the seat, closing your eyes, telling yourself that he didn’t want someone who couldn’t say they loved him. But you do. Your eyes shot open, ignoring the thought.


You shifted your feet, as you watched the baggage carousel go around for a second time. You huffed, patience wearing thin. You heard a chuckle behind you, your body immediately tensing up at the sound.

“Still as impatient as ev’r,” you missed the sound of his voice. It echoed in your ears, your eyes avoiding contact. You threw a quick ‘mhm,’ his way, your eyes straining for anything that looked like your bag. He huffed out a nervous chuckle. “How’ve ya been?”

“Good,” your voice cracked, this being the first time the both of you had talked in a year. You could feel your heart breaking, his mere presence feeling like home. You told him to leave. This is your fault. You cringed as the thoughts came exploding from every direction. “How about yourself,” this time spoken quieter, as to hide the obvious break in your voice. Your eyes wandered his way, immediate regret filling you as you got a glimpse of his face up close.

God, he was beautiful.

He scratched at the back of his head nervously, ducking his head a bit, before looking back over towards you. “Been doin’ okay. Survivin’,” Every nerve in your body was screaming for you to just be honest, stop being stubborn. You weren’t okay, you weren’t happy without him. Your eyes focused on the familiar black bag making it’s way around, you reaching forward to grab for it. Finn went with you, an almost identical black bag next to yours. You could feel the tears threatening to fall, retrieving the bag quickly before almost running away. He called your name once or twice, pleading with you to turn around and just look at him.


You threw yourself onto the hotel bed, hands gripping at your hair as you held back a wail. You weren’t sure if  you could survive another day of this, another day of seeing him. You wiped angrily at your eyes, before standing and moving to your suitcase. Whenever you had gotten like this, you put on the shirt he had left you in, the scent on it gone.

Your eyes widened as you opened the bag. Your breath stopped. This wasn’t yours. This wasn’t your bag. You didn’t even have the heart to search through it, your tears pouring down your cheeks.

Your heart was breaking. You didn’t care about your clothes, any of that. His shirt was gone. Along with the pictures you had kept hidden, the best year of your life, gone in an instant all over again.

Your knees curled up into your chest, before leaning your forehead against them, as you tried desperately to catch your breath.


I sighed, annoyed with myself for letting her get away before I could just talk to her. Ya’re the one that walked away, ya knew she ‘ad been burned in the past why couldn’t ya just let it go? I groaned, wanting nothing more than to just go to bed. I ripped open my suitcase, surprised when it was filled with bras, panties, and well. Clothes that would probably be a bit small on myself.

I dug through the bag, hoping to figure out the true owner and hopefully switch with my actual bag. In one of the pockets was a worn envelope. It had a few tears, and what looked like a few water stains. I pulled it out gently, my heart stopping as I looked at my name, written in her handwriting.

I practically ripped the envelope open, pictures falling out as I did. My hands were shaking at this point, as I plucked one of the pictures from the floor. My palms grew sweaty as I picked pictures up one after the other, each having a small message scribbled on the back. One picture remained on the floor, I let out a shaky breath before picking it up.

It was a shitty polaroid I had taken. She had been sleeping, and god, she had looked like an angel. I had wanted it to just be her, but the grip she had on me, I was forced to be in it with her. It was the moment I had realized I loved her. It had been another day on the road, another hotel room bed, a few more days before we had a week off. Her presence made it better, made it worth not only the good days, but also the draining days. I remember writing ‘Home is where the heart is,’ chuckling a bit as I saw it scribbled on the bottom. I flipped it over, expecting there to be another message like the others, something she had missed about me. My heart dropped as I looked it over.

You’re my home.

My breath hitched in my throat, my eyes floating over the words again and again and again.


Your phone buzzed next to you. You released the hold of your knees carefully, before seeing a message from Bayley.

What room are you in?

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, before you texted back a quick, ‘207, gimme a few minutes before you come up.’ You waited a few seconds without a response, before throwing your phone onto the bed, standing up to look over yourself in the bathroom. You groaned, pulling on your cheek a bit, your eyes now red and puffy from crying. You splashed some cool water on your face, before grabbing your makeup bag, applying a bit of foundation to hopefully cover the fact you had been upset. You sighed in defeat, the sound of knocking filling your ears. You moved towards the door, pulling it open with a smile.

One that quickly faded as you saw Finn standing there. “I tink we switched bags,” Your eyes flickered towards his hands, seeing the familiar black bag. You threw him a small smile, before falling back into your room in order to get his. He followed after, closing the door behind himself. You were doing a good job of keeping it together, zipping the bag back up, before handing it to him.

His fingers grazed your hand gently, before both bags were dropped, his hand pulling on your wrist. Your eyes focused on the hand holding your wrist, eyes widening. You made no attempt to pull away, but you refused to look up at him, knowing the dam would break the second you did.

Please just look at me,” you could hear his voice breaking, your eyes slowly moving to meet his. His eyes shook as he stared down at you, the grip on your wrist tightening a bit.

“Finn, let go,” it came out as a half-hearted whisper. He shook his head a bit, fingers moving to catch any fallen tears coming from you. You bit down on your lip, moving to look down at you, before those same fingers rested gently on your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

“Listen to me,” he spoke, refusing to break eye contact. “Ya’re it for me,” while his voice was quiet, it was firm, as if he was stating a well known fact. “Ya are tha one I’m going ta marry, ya are tha one I’m gonna start a family wit, ya are the one and the only one.” Your heart was beating a mile a minute, as his eyes flickered to his pocket, pulling out a picture. You gasped a bit as you stared at it, before going back to look at his face. “Ya are it for me princess, ya’re my home,” he began tracing gentle circles into your wrist, waiting for you to pull away. “I know ya scared. I’m scared too, I don’t need ya to say it, I can wait forever if I have t-”

I love you,” you whispered, worried your voice would give out at any second. Every voice in your head that had been screaming at you suddenly vanished. He stared at you, processing what you had just said, before his lips were pressing against yours. You could feel them shaking as he pulled away, forehead pressed against yours as his eyes beamed into yours. “I’m so sorry,” another whisper as the tears became uncontrollable. His hands wrapped around your cheeks, as he shushed down your tears with small whispers of ‘it’s okay.’

“I’m sorry for leavin’ ya,” he whispered, placing a small kiss against your lips before you could interrupt him. “Ya weren’t ready, I shouldn’t ‘ave gotten mad at ya for not bein’ ready. I was the arse,” You let out a small laugh, lips finding his again. God, you missed this. You missed him. Your body immediately reacted to his touch, arching into his form.

“Finn,” you begged in between kisses, watching the way his eyes darkened as you continued. “Make love to me,” heat ran to your core as you spoke, that being the first time you had ever called it that. Love making. He groaned against your lips, before backing the both of you towards the bed. A deep blush passed over your cheeks when all the urgency from earlier kisses stopped. He tugged his shirt over his head, before slowly bringing yours off.

After you had tugged your own pants off, he stared in awe. His breath hitched in his throat as he slowly pulled you closer to him, rubbing his hands slowly up the small of your back. Slow, shaky kisses were placed on your collarbone, as he whispered small ‘I missed you’s,’ into your skin. Your fingers traced down the back of his neck gently, taking in the feel of his lips against your flesh.

You gently  pulled his hair, forcing his head back to your lips. A whimper escaped your throat as his hand snaked its way into your panties, rubbing small circles into your clit. His name bounced off your lips as he snuck a finger into your heat, relishing in the sounds of your quiet noises. He groaned against your lips as he sunk another finger in, your pussy already clenching down on his fingers from the lack of attention it had gotten in the past year.

“Don’t ya cum yet princess,” he muttered against the small of your neck, placing small, loving kisses to the now reddened skin. “Gonna cum wit me like a good girl, aren’t ya,” another whimper as you held your ground, refusing to let the bubble already forming burst. You nodded your head quickly, biting down on your lip when he pulled his fingers from you. A deep groan left his throat as he sucked on his fingers, missing the way you tasted.

His hands pulled your panties down slowly as you worked on removing your bra. His lips immediately latched onto your breasts as you revealed them. He leaned himself up as he removed your panties, sucking in a deep breath as you lay nude in front of him. He quickly stripped himself of his boxers, looking at you for approval. A small nod was the only answer he needed, as he pushed himself into your heat, groaning at the way your pussy wrapped around his cock.

Your fingers dug into his biceps, adoring the way he filled you. Your eyes snapped shut, as he stretched your walls. Your name tumbled off his lips as he commanded you gently to look at him. You opened your eyes, the second they were fully open, his hips bucked into yours, a surprised moan leaping past your lips as he started his thrusts, slow yet deep.

“Still take m’cock so well,” he groaned out, a bead of sweat forming on his head as he tried to control his thrusts, wanting to stay in this moment for the rest of his days. You whimpered out a small, ‘no one else,’ before your words turned into noise, and begging for him to go faster. “Yeah? No one else could touch ya like dis, make ya feel like dis,” he huffed out, a small smile forming on his lips as you began to unravel under him. “I love ya,” he spoke out, a small breath passing his lips as his eyes bore into yours.

“I love you,” you spoke back, your head falling back into the pillows as his hips began to thrust into yours at a faster pace. A deep groan echoed against the walls, before his lips found yours again in a sloppy, heated kiss. Small commands of ‘say it again,’ were pushed against your teeth as your tongues clashed together. “Finn,” you moaned out as his kisses drifted against your throat. “I love you,” you felt him smile against your throat, small nibbles being placed there.

His thrusts grew erratic, the bubble that had long been forming ready to pop at any moment, any moment he commanded. Hot kisses were peppered onto your chest. “Now,” it came out as a grunt, your nerves tingling as you did as told, finally letting go, his name ripping itself from your throat. Strings of cum filled you, his hips stuttering as you clenched around him.

He pulled out slowly, almost instantly taking you in his arms as he lay beside you. His pressed kisses onto your forehead, cheeks, nose, every piece of flesh he could reach without you moving away from him. His lips finally found yours, love being poured into it. His forehead rested against yours, the kiss slowing down. His fingers traced your face slowly, tucking a piece of loose hair behind your ear.

“‘m sorry for leavin’ ya,” his voice was filled with grief as he spoke, fingers trembling against your skin. You leaned into his touch, placing a gentle kiss to his palm. You shook your head, reminding him it wasn’t his fault. Your legs tangled with his, a small yawn leaving your lips as you rested your head against his chest, placing a gentle kiss in the skin covering where his heart was.

Your eyes drooped shut as his fingers traced gentle shapes into your hips, a small ‘I love you,’ tumbling from your lips before sleep finally overtook your senses.


A light hum bubbled in your throat as you turned the beater, mixing the few ingredients together. You pulled the cake from the oven, placing it on the counter to let it cool as you finished putting together the frosting.

“Should it be a blue cake? Or a red cake?” You spoke aloud, wanting an opinion. You smiled as you felt arms snake around your waist, a gentle kiss being placed on the side of your exposed neck.

“Why not a yellow cake,” he muttered against your neck, resting his head against your shoulder. You scoffed out, turning in his arms, beater still in hand.

“We can’t have a cake the same color as the house,” you muttered, kisses the tip of his nose lovingly. “Too much yellow,” you dabbed his nose gently with the beater, a trail of frosting being left behind.

“I like our yellow house,” he pouted a bit, reaching a finger down to the bowl, before wiping it on your cheek. You giggled out, now taking a handful, before smearing it across his face, moving to run, before his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back into him as he placed playful kisses on your face, frosting smearing against you. You giggled against his lips, as he picked your body up, placing you on the counter. His lips moved against yours in a heated kiss, your frosting covered hands tangling in his hair. You groaned as you felt his hands on your chest, before he moved his head down, licking the frosting from your now exposed chest.

“Finn, people are going to be here in an hour,” you whimpered, as he moved his hips against yours. He chuckled into your breasts, before whisking you away, towards the bedroom.

“Better get ya cleaned up, ay?” He chuckled, shutting the door with his foot. Your laughs filled the air, mixed with his deep chuckles, cleaning yourself off, before sneaking back to the kitchen, leaving a breathless Finn behind. Everyday was a blessing to him, always worried when the commitment would become too much and you would leave.

But you didn’t.

I’ve been wanting to write this review for two weeks now, but I was scared I would somehow overanalyse Love. Then, a few hours ago, I realised that was impossible. Gaspar Noé wouldn’t make a film he knew would be controversial and highly criticised without really getting into details. There’s a lot of different aspects that I’d like to discuss separately and meticulously, but here’s my brief overall opinion.

Love is a film representing Murphy’s (the main character) trip to the past when he finds out his ex-girlfriend, Electra, is missing. As Murphy, a young man who is studying cinema in Paris, says in the film, his “biggest dream is to make a movie that truly depicts sentimental sexuality”. Whether this character has some biographical connection with Gaspar himself or not, is something discussable, but his statement is undoubtedly related to Love.

Some might say Love is a romanticised porno, with unnecessary shots and scenes which only purpose is to make it even more controversial than it would have already been without them. It is not a lie that Noé chose several provocative shots with explicit sexuality, and decided not to show the awkwardness of sex. Some say Love does not represent what sex really is about because of omitting that. However, if the point of the film is to “depict sentimental sexuality”, if the title itself is summing up the whole point of the plot, is it really necessary that we see this couple literally cleaning up their mess, or going through the process of getting it right physically? Of course, if that’s not important to Gaspar Noé, so shouldn’t be most of the, as many say, cheap close-ups. The question is: if we all know what happens after sex, and we also know what happens during sex, what was Noé’s intention? What is it that distinguishes Love from a regular porn when it comes to sex scenes? I believe that if Gaspar had represented the triviality of sex, most people would finally agree he did something completely different from the banality of most drama films related to love issues, and that he got the pornographic part to work perfectly because it represented sex exactly as it is. I also believe that these people are the ones mistaking Noé’s goal. Let me break this to you: Love is not a porno; not because it didn’t turn out like one after editing, but because it wasn’t made to be one. Love is a drama, and what the film is trying to represent is love in sex.

As Murphy claims, “(…) sex while you’re in love. That’s the best thing.”. Right from the open scene, we are engaged in an intimate moment between this couple we don’t know. We even get the feeling that the scene is going to end at any moment, because that’s what usually happens. We don’t know if they’re in love, we don’t know who they are, and we don’t know what’s happening to them. All we know is that there stand two relaxed people, enjoying each other calmly, and we can feel the love right away.

Sex is the ultimate vehicle of transmission of love. The magnum opus of human interaction. Noé knows this, and he brings us this couple that can’t take all the sentiment inside and so has to pour it out skin on skin. It was necessary that the film was as explicit and real as possible, so it could ascend to its own purposes (and expectations, too). Because if you want to do something different, you can’t imitate what’s been done, you can’t imitate art, you got to imitate life.

But if on the one hand Gaspar managed to create something entirely new, he also stepped on ordinary themes such as drugs, adultery and even violence. Once they put drugs on films, we know something’s about to go down. Following the first scenes involving narcotics, we’re presented with moments where Murphy and Electra try to elevate their sexual experiences to a whole new level and experiment all kinds of different stuff. Which, if I may say, doesn’t exactly pleases Murphy.

It is also likely that viewers will question the existence of love between the main characters since they cheat on each other several times, but it seems that what Gaspar was trying to do was to demonstrate how desire and love can work separately. While discussing the cheating part of the film with a friend, I was given a whole new perspective that I hadn’t honestly thought of before that. The true and real betrayal happened when Murphy gave Omi the baby that was meant to be given to Electra. Throughout the film, there are an extraordinary number of almost idyllic conversations about babies. Murphy says they did everything together, except for making a baby. They even picked out names for this imaginary child that never existed. It was like they had built a dream together and Murphy gave it away to someone else. That was something Electra couldn’t forgive, and that was what killed her. Of course, Murphy ended up paying for what he’d done, broken and lost in memories of a love® long gone, and the moment of acceptance comes when he’s desperately asking God for a second chance and for Electra’s safety, while recalling the beginning of their relationship.

I think everyone expected Love to be a soft-porn, something light in terms of emotion and heavy in terms of sex. Some actually see it that way, and most don’t have enough sensibility to feel the deep complex plot. Love flows sweetly and gently, violently and roughly. But in the end, we feel it all.

Why I feel that YoI betrayed its own narrative - part 5
  1. Yuuri Katsuki’s character arc
  2. Yuri Plisetsky’s character arc
  3. Victor Nikiforov’s character arc
  4. The resolution of Victuuri
  5. Missing pieces and inconsistencies

HUGE THANKS to @soobaki for doing the beta on this monster and for the constant emotional support as I wrote it!

Like the title of this part says, these are just little things that didn’t fit the other four main parts on why I think the narrative was going towards a different direction than what the finale gave us.

Yurio’s missing gala performance

The one big thing that has me convinced that the episode 12 we got was not the original episode 12 we were supposed to get is this. Where is Yurio’s exhibition gala performance? It existed at some point. The track is still in the soundtrack (and it’s best described as Yurio in music form) which means the scene has to have still been in the episode pretty far into production if they didn’t remove the track from the OST.

So what’s up with that?

Easy explanation and what will probably be the official one: they didn’t have time to fit it into the episode. First of all, it was so easy to trim the episode to make time for it. The pacing of the episode is overall terrible and misused, it needs a good amount of editing anyway. Things like wasting time doing an introduction for every single finalist for example, are the type of things that could have easily been cut to make room for both gala performances.

No, that’s not the problem. The problem is that the series would have had to close off on that scene.

You see, at the gala medalists perform in the bronze > silver > gold order. This means that we would have to see Yurio performing after Yuuri and Victor’s duet, which would kill the little bit of dignity the narrative has left and completely rob the duet from any emotional impact.

Thing is, by this logic, a gala performance for Yurio should never have existed in the first place. It should never have been planned, much less have made it far enough into production to warrant a place in the official soundtrack.

Unless…it wasn’t meant to happen after Yuuri’s in the first place, but before. 

The music order in the OST

Please take a look at the official order of the tracks for the music in Yuri on Ice 

From here (x)

Notice how, other than grouping up each skater’s sp and fs track (with fs immediatly following sp) everything is in order of appearance in the actual series. The first track is ‘Stammi Vicino’, which is the first piece of skating we see in the series. Next is ‘On Love - Eros’, which we hear before Agape when Victor is showing both songs to Yuuri and Victor in episode 2. Immediatly after Eros is the ‘Yuri on Ice’ track, thus grouping up Yuuri’s sp and fs. The soundtrack will go like that for all of its length. We have Yurio’s music next, both sp and fs, followed by ‘Minami’s Boogie’, followed by ‘Shall we Skate’ and so on. Everything is in order of appearance. 

Now look where ‘Welcome to the Madness’ is. Before the duet version of Stammi Vicino.

As if. Yurio was the silver medalist. Instead of Yuuri. 

Something to think about.

The bronze medal 

Let me start by saying that the scoring in episodes 11 and 12 is completely bonkers in general. Please refer to this post by @vctryr for further, proper insight on this subject. They deliberately underscored Yuuri to force him into winning silver but I already talked at length about #justice4Yuuri so now let’s talk about the absolute baffling choice for the bronze medal.

I love JJ. Well, I love everyone in Yuri on Ice, but JJ was a really pleasant surprise. He’s a great character and he serves a great narrative purpose of being a foil for Yurio and Yuuri both. His fall from grace due to anxiety and crumbling under pressure served to humanize him beautifully and seeing the reaction of his parents, girlfriend and supporters to his breakdown was extremely moving.

He still doesn’t deserve that bronze medal. 

You don’t need to know how real life figure skating works to see just how much JJ messed up both his performances. He even missed the musical cue in the fs! It was absolutely disastrous, it’s absurd that he scored as high as he did in any of his programs. How can the writing literally draw a parallel between JJ at the current GPF and Yuuri at the last GPF and have him end up with bronze? They perform equally bad but Yuuri gets a humiliating last place and JJ gets bronze. Whoever was responsible for episode 12 really doesn’t like Yuuri.

Let’s talk about the two main candidates for bronze, who got totally robbed: Phichit and Otabek.

But how can I say JJ didn’t deserve bronze but that Phichit did?!

Well, based on actual performances in episode 11 and 12, he doesn’t. However, narrative wise, Phichit was the most obvious choice for bronze at the GPF. He’s the character we’ve been following the longest other than our three main leads, he has a connection to the main character as his long-time friend and friendly rival and a lot of emphasis was given to his personal goal of changing figure skating in Thailand through his skills. It would be a very satisfying conclusion to his arc to see him on the podium alongside his best friend. 

HOWEVER! Otabek, as little impact as he had in the overall narrative, having only been introduced in episode 10 and really existing for the sake of Yurio’s narrative, was the rightful winner of that bronze based on performance alone. He skated two flawless programs! That was his bronze medal by right! If Yurio had rightfully won silver instead of gold, Otabek getting bronze would serve the narrative too. With a close score to Yurio, they could have become the sort of friendly rivals that Yuuri and Phichit are. They would both aim for gold next season and have each other as a source of motivation. 

Wanting to bait at a season 2 and thus changing the original narrative goes to explain the Yuuri/Yurio switch on the podium, but nothing explains JJ! His parents bribed the judges, let’s go with that. 

In conclusion, I still love Yuri on Ice. I rewatched the series in the process of writing all of this and confirmed that my love for it is still very deep. And so is the frustration over the finale. Maybe it’s hard to see it as such, but everything I wrote regarding my feelings for the narrative and the finale was a labor of love on my part. It’s because I love it so much, because I cared so much, that these posts even exist in the first place.

I’m not grateful or happy for a possible season 2 if it means we had to sacrifice character arcs and narrative cohesion to get it. I would rather have had a solid, well-written, 12 episodes long show than this mess. We really could have had it all. It was so close too.

I’m still grateful for Yuri on Ice and all the good things it brought to my life. I still love the characters and the series. But it deserved better and so did we.

Not Like The Others Part 4

 Request: “Can you mix asshole reader, manupilation powers!reader, bff pietro!reader, jealous!bucky, bucky being sooo in love, reader mayyybe loves him back but she is soo good at hiding that, idk summary of all this is reader is an asshole and such a smartass (tony vibes) bucky loves her cause she is different than all other girls. she is the only person makes him laugh and he just fells for her aand the avengers finds out about that and tease him and her yayy! multiple parts would be amazing as fuck”

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: swearin’, lil bit of fluff, also I didn’t edit this part oops

A/N: I’m going to the Arizona State Fair Saturday :))))

Bucky got up at 5:35 the next day and couldn’t hide his excitement. In exactly 2 hours and 45 minutes he would be going on a date with you. He spent those 2 hours getting ready. He showered, got dressed (he wore that red long sleeve that you like), sprayed a bit of cologne on him (the one you got him for his birthday because you absolutely loved the smell), left his hair as it was (because you like when he leaves it down), and stood in front of the mirror, looking over his appearance.

“Alright, Bucky, you got this.” he sighed, smoothing out the long sleeved shirt. “Remember, it’s just Y/N. Be normal. Don’t stutter.”

He checked the time. 7:50.

“You can do this.” he tells himself. He looks at his face, grazing his fingertips over the stubble. Should he shave really quick? Would he have enough time? A knock on his door takes him away from his thoughts.

He checks the time. 7:55. It must be Steve coming to give him a last minute pep talk. Bucky lets out a long sigh and opens the door, surprised to see Y/N standing there looking beautiful as ever.

“Hey.” he speaks.

“Hey,” you smile. “I know I’m five minutes early but I couldn’t wait.”

He takes in your appearance. You were wearing jeans that were rolled up to your ankles (Bucky loved those jeans), a black tank top that looked more like a crop top (you actually fell asleep in that and didn’t bother to change it, oops), and a black and white flannel that looked too big for you. It actually looked quite familiar.

Bucky smirked. “Is that my flannel?”

You look down at it with a smile. The flannel ended about mid thigh. “Yeah. I stole this from you a while back.”

“I’ve been looking for it.” he hums.

“Do you want it back? I can-” you start to take it off but Bucky stops you.

“No, keep it.” he smiles, giving you a once-over. “You look cute in it.”

A blush makes it’s way to your cheeks and you brush your hair out of your face. “Thanks, Barnes.”

At this moment you notice he’s wearing that shirt you like and that he smells like that cologne you got him. You tilt your head up and smile. He looked perfect. He is perfect. He’s always been perfect. Fuck, you just wanted to smash your lips on his right then and there but you held back.

Bucky clears his throat and tucks his hair behind his ears. “So, should we get going?”

You come to and look at him. “Yeah - sorry, you just look really good.” he smiles at your confession and you take his hand in yours. “Come on.”

You have to pass the living room and kitchen on your way out so when you do, you catch the eye of the other team members. Pietro and Wanda give you a smirk and you playfully glare at them.

“We’re heading out nerds. We won’t miss you.” you say and of course, Tony opens his mouth.

“Don’t go grinding on each other in public, okay?” he says and everyone bit back a laugh.

You turn to him, eyes flashing yellow and he mutters a ‘fuck’. “Why don’t you show the others how to do the macarena, Tony?”

A smirk finds its way to your lips when he does as you say, starting to do the macarena, causing the others to laugh. You turn back to Bucky who was laughing as well and smile. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

After getting coffee you both took a walk in Central Park. You saw mothers holding their children’s hands, couple’s hand in hand, laughing and talking and you smiled.

“So,” you start off, holding your cup of coffee in your hand, “How did Tony know about what happened in the gym?”

“The creep has cameras everywhere, Y/N.” he replies with a laugh. So far he hasn’t stuttered like he normally did or stumble over his words.

“Right, I forgot.” you snap your fingers. “I don’t know why he has cameras in the building, the guy has the best security system ever.”

“Maybe he gets off on watching us do our everyday thing.” Bucky joked and you laugh.

“Probably.” you agree. “I’m just glad he didn’t install cameras in our rooms. That would’ve been a problem.”

“No kidding.” he nods.

You both go silent for a bit but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. It was more comfortable than anything and you loved it. You take a drink of your coffee and look up at Bucky who was already looking at you.

“Stop staring, it’s weird.” you smirk.

“Can’t help it,” he shrugs. “You’re absolutely stunning.”

“I don’t have makeup on, Buck, I’m anything but stunning.” you scoff, playfully rolling your eyes.

“You don’t need makeup to look stunning Y/N.” he responds, the words rolling off his tongue as if he’s said it a billion times already.

A blush creeps up on your face and you bump your shoulder into him. “Shut up you old sap.”

Bucky laughs and your gaze falls to the floor. He is such a perfect human being.

“Who’s a perfect human being?” Bucky questioned and you raise your head.


“You said ‘he’s a perfect human being’, who is?” he replied.

You blush more. “You are.”

Bucky stood quiet, looking away from you as he blushed himself. He lost his boy-like charm that he had back in the 40′s. He’d usually be the one that was so forward, the one that complimented the other and made them blush but it was the other way around now. He didn’t even have time to go off and flirt with other women after everything that had happened because you captured his heart the very first time he laid eyes on you.

Was it time to tell you that he was madly in love with you? You probably already knew but still.

“Hey Y/N.” he spoke, kicking a rock that was in front of him.


“Do you know - I mean, it’s pretty obvious that-” he let out a sigh. Here he goes, stumbling over what to say.

“That you’re in love with me?” you finish for him, catching him by surprise.

“Y-Yeah.” he nods. His heart was beating rapidly. He was scared for your response but he had hope.

“Yeah, I know about that. You’re not very subtle about it.” you chuckle.

“How do - how do you feel? About.. me?” Bucky’s hands were shaking as he asked this simple question. His heart was literally about to burst out of his chest as he waited for you to say something.

You kept walking with him in silence, repeating his question in your head. He didn’t even lead up to the question, he just straight up asked you. Of course you felt the same way and you wanted to tell him that but the words wouldn’t come out of your mouth. Instead of responding to his question you change the subject.

“We should get back to the tower, Tony’s been doing the macarena for almost three hours now.” you say, throwing in a small laugh.

Bucky’s heart shattered to pieces when you changed the subject. He fought back the urge to cry and cleared his throat. “yeah, we should.”

A/N: poor Bucky :(


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