it's not good for you and it hurts a lot

duckswearhats  asked:

Hi, I read that you've dealt with with impostor syndrome in the past, and I'm really struggling with that right now. I'm in a good place and my friends are going through a lot, and I'm struggling to justify my success to myself when such amazing people are unhappy. I was wondering if you have any tips to feel less like this and maybe be kinder to myself, but without hurting anyone around me. It's a big ask, I know, but any help would make my life a lot less stressful

The best help I can offer is to point you to Amy Cuddy’s book, Presence. She talks about Imposter Syndrome (and interviews me in it) and offers helpful insight.

The second best help might be in the form of an anecdote. Some years ago, I was lucky enough invited to a gathering of great and good people: artists and scientists, writers and discoverers of things. And I felt that at any moment they would realise that I didn’t qualify to be there, among these people who had really done things.

On my second or third night there, I was standing at the back of the hall, while a musical entertainment happened, and I started talking to a very nice, polite, elderly gentleman about several things, including our shared first name. And then he pointed to the hall of people, and said words to the effect of, “I just look at all these people, and I think, what the heck am I doing here? They’ve made amazing things. I just went where I was sent.”

And I said, “Yes. But you were the first man on the moon. I think that counts for something.”

And I felt a bit better. Because if Neil Armstrong felt like an imposter, maybe everyone did. Maybe there weren’t any grown-ups, only people who had worked hard and also got lucky and were slightly out of their depth, all of us doing the best job we could, which is all we can really hope for.

(There’s a wonderful photograph of the Three Neils even if one of us was a Neal at http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2012/08/neil-armstrong.html)

the signs’ anger as natural phenomenons

ARIES: lightening (a sudden destructive release; often well aimed and with few survivors)

TAURUS: volcanic eruption (with a build-up so slow the outburst is rarely expected, though they give lots of warnings; the destruction is vast and they can remain upset or hold a grudge for a long time after)

GEMINI: tornado (very messy and loud, they will verbally throw everything at you in the hopes that something hits where it hurts the most; could be harmless except when it’s not)

CANCER: tsunami (it’s usually very personal, they want you to feel exactly what you made them feel; they want you to drown in that feeling)

LEO: wildfire (one of the worst tempers, they take a lot and it’s usually one seemingly small thing that sparks it, from then on its loud and obliterates everyone in its path and doesn’t end until they’re good and satisfied or plain exhausted; no apologies)

VIRGO: earthquake (they’ve most likely been holding this in for ages just under the surface, hot and densely suppressed; it seems to happen without warning, the façade of control cracks, they release some of their most shattering critiques and observations; no one is exactly the same after)

LIBRA: hail storm (anger is usually communicated clearly, if not coldly and with a bit of passive-aggressive derision; they probably discussed it with themselves whether this anger is deserving or not, if it’s been deemed justified your verdict is final and penance is delivered without respite)

SCORPIO: maelstorm (this is definitely a palpable experience for everyone involved; they will hold back at first, more from fear of themselves than of you; the break can happen as suddenly as an aries, it is consuming and frightening for both of you, the depth of their contempt, even if exposed just a little, causing either of you back off least you fall in and never return; they usually regret not being the bigger person after)

SAGITTARIUS: solar flare (like scorpio, they are aware of the power of their temper which is why they seem to distance themselves or ‘run away’ when upset; if they can’t laugh it off, the flare is sudden and strong for them, throwing everything, like gemini but with grotesquely precise aim; then it’s over like nothing even happened)

CAPRICORN: avalanche/mudslide (their anger is like a higher power, even while they are feeling it they are still trying to distance themselves from it so that it becomes its own force with its own will, course and end; and the end is usually them never acknowledging your existence again. ever.)

AQUARIUS: thunder storm (slow to anger, when it happens all their positive traits are flipped, friendliness becomes cold, imagination becomes cunning, cool cleverness turns to a harsh downpour of criticism and ugly truths; they will make you doubt whether their brighter side ever really existed)

PISCES: geyser (for one fleeting moment they are so completely besides themselves it’s frightening for everyone involved; their deep, emotionally intelligent nature is flushed away in a destructive and scary display they didn’t even know they were capable of, rushing out of a deep chasm of turmoil they probably didn’t know was there)

anonymous asked:

Can you recommend me some good spirk fanfics? I know very little about Star Trek but I guess it's time to delve into a new obsession

This ask’s been sitting in my inbox for days but since you’re not the only one asking me to rec fics here are some. I’m forgetting a lot of good fics but I’ve read so much I can’t remember titles. Anyway here are some of the ones I do remember:

How We Go Together by ekb112

rhadamanthus by spqr

Lyre, Lyre by vulcansmirk

Articulation by CorpusInvictus

Miscommunication by sinestrated

Antigravity by sinestrated

Just One More (It Couldn’t Hurt) by summerofspock 

Alien Anatomy by Sangwin -my favorite, 10/10 would die for this fic

Vulcan Words of Misunderstanding by inkinmyheartandonthepage

From the Beginning by Linsky

this and that of you by schweet_heart

Five and One: I Wanna Hold Your Hand by Penbrydd

Ashayam by Willowe

Shakedown Cruise by Rhaegal (RhaegalKS)

cast out fear by s0mmerspr0ssen

Sha Ka Ree by ThereBeWhalesHere

The Usage of “I Love You” by zquinto

Translating Ennoia by WerewolvesAreReal

With Every Heartbeat I Have Left by pastmydancingdays

Fulfilling the Needs of the One (Or the Both) by plaidshirtjimkirk

Limits of Interpretation or: So You Want to Date a Vulcan by druxykexy

Definitions by WerewolvesAreReal

The reason Outlast is such a good horror game story wise is that the real horror only happens if you have empathy for the people in the Asylum and know that the real monsters are the rich guys in suits who like money enough to hurt people and keep hurting people

Like the whole time Miles Upshur doesn’t say a bad word about the people in the Asylum, even the ones tryna kill him. The whole time he talks shit it’s either about the way the place isn’t fit for human habitation, how Murkoff is horrible, and he talks allllll the shit about Trager and Wernicke 

But when it comes to the guys actually actively tryna kill him he knows it’s not their fault and is even sad when Chris Walker gets killed

He was always “fuck this place” and never “fuck these inmates”. Never. The only inmate he hates is Trager because Trager deserved it and because he was a torturer long before he was an inmate. 

And that also helps with understanding why Miles doesn’t fight back even when he has, like, parkour skills enough that you know he got upper body strength

1) he doesn’t wanna die, obviously, but also 2) he doesn’t wanna hurt the inmates. He’s fighting Murkoff, not them. 

The real reason Outlast is so good is because its driving factor is empathy, and that’s why a lot of people love it. Miles’ empathy brings him into the asylum and keeps him from just picking up a weapon and hurting the inmates, Waylon’s empathy gets him trapped in the first place. The lack of empathy is what made the Asylum so awful in the first place. And I love it when enemies are still human, and so so very sad, even when they’re scary and violent, because it gives layers and levels to a game that you don’t see in other horror. 

Guys I get it

If you dont like Wynonna Earp its fine… its not for everyone its a quite “unique” weirdass (s)hit show (as emily put on her twitter 😂).

BUT you dont have to HATE on it to prove a point. Yes the Wynonna Earp fandom got a bit excited promoting after the sg thing but we did it from the bottom of our hearts trying to give you guys a comfort shoulder to cry on.

You didnt have to take it…. but you also didnt have to insult the show… the writing… the acting… the rep because to some of us these characters mean A LOT, A LOT MORE than just tv.

I still see some hate here and on twitter about how yall are not gonna watch “some shitty show” cuz it has gays on it. Its ok dont watch it… but try not to hurt us either … after all… we all want good representation on tv… even if we have different tastes and we get it from different shows and different genres.

Lets be kind ❤💙💛💜💚

Brain: What is it you love so much about Night in the Woods

Me: Well, let’s see.
1. It shows the harsh realities of living in the lower middle class
2. Accurately portrays the struggles of a starving urban town
3. Puts a lot of value into the bonds between family and friends
4. Shows the inconsistencies and sometimes unhealthy realities concerning religion and what happens when you put too much anchorage in your beliefs
5. Gives a very logical perspective to religion and ethereal entities as a whole
6. Has a mentally ill character that is not romanticized, is not evil, and is not magically ‘cured’ by the end
7. Shows that suppressing anger is not always the best option.
8. Has very relatable and realistic characters
9. Shows the struggles of ordinary folks just trying to make due and make the best out of their shitty lives
10. Doesn’t spoon feed you the idea of happily ever after and shows that a lot of the time life sucks and there is no real reason for it and you just have to roll with the punches and get hurt and it’s okay because when it hurts to lose something, that something meant something to you.

Brain: And the gay couple

Me: Well, yes, they were a very nice touch

Sometimes people read shit BECAUSE its fucked up ecause people are weird. Period.

what is this thing in literally every fandom that a pairing/relationship/ship HAS to be safe-sane-happiness-flowers and sunshine like. bruh.. its completaly understandable for someone to watch horror movies to get scared and we all know its by eventually seeing ppl get hurt and or brutally mirdered tbh but if someone feels like reading something dark or seeing a pairing thats as yall call it ‘problematic’ you tell them they or the writers cant do that. newsflash not every single character was invented to live happily ever after and look that is a good fucking thing, its the differences that makes the stories interesting.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[[[The problem is when the creator or the public media tries to sell it as such->like its something normal or desirable.]]]

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What im saying is you cant go to any tag w/out seeing you lot harassing each other over motherfucking ships trying to play social justice by telling someone you never met they should die. Are you all 13 and under..?
Ps: tags were invented for a reason firstly for searching purposes but also as a warning for triggers

i really think the way ricks treat mortys is very symbolic of toxic relationships? the ricks clearly love mortys. so much that they don’t know what to do without them and are desperate to always have a morty at their sides. but that love just comes out in a way that devalues morty as a person. morty is replaceable and devalued but only because the ricks rely so heavily on him and value him. its a cognitive dissonance, and a self defense mechanism of “i cant admit how important this person is to me.” am i making sense? its a whole lot of irony of loving and valuing someone in such a way that they become objectified and undervalued. i think rick and morty as a show acknowledges this in subtle ways, and i honestly think its one of the biggest themes: how love is love, but it’s not always good or kind and it can be messy and hurtful, and i hope the lesson turns into something good like having to cut out the harmful love even though you love someone

can i just say that like. if ur a questioning girl, u can’t “appropriate” the lesbian label. like it’s not possible. calling urself a lesbian when ur not 100% sure u are one to try it out and see how it fits is 100% okay. you’re not hurting anyone by doing this. even if u turn out to bi/pan or realize that u were wrong and it’s not the label for you, that’s okay. “lesbian” can be a really scary word for a lot of us at first and its normal to feel unsure about it sometimes. trying it out and taking however long you need to be comfortable with it is totally good and fine and anyone who says differently can fuck themselves.

SHINee’s Taemin Tries Really, Really Hard To Hype Up Onew’s Cooking Skills - e.kang, soompi

SHINee’s Taemin is nothing but truthful.

During his appearance on the March 13 episode of Olive TV’s “Cook & Order” (tentative title), SHINee’s Onew prepared a special video featuring his fellow member Taemin.

Taken while they were on tour in Japan, the video showed the youngest member trying his hardest to say good things about Onew’s cooking abilities, even if Onew kept shooting himself in the foot.

Taemin started off by mentioning that Onew had once made paella, a Spanish rice dish, for him, when Onew suddenly disses himself and said, “You tasted raw rice that time, didn’t you?”

Taken aback by the sudden self-attack, Taemin truthfully, and hilariously, replied, “I really can’t forget it. It had its own charm, and I’ve eaten a lot of delicious food, but the food Onew made for me was very new and unique.”

It didn’t end there, as Onew claimed that his knife skills were exceptional because he’s “never hurt his hands.” Of course, he immediately followed up with, “Because I haven’t used knifes very often.”

Honest Taemin tried to turn the situation around once more and compliment Onew’s cooking skills.

“Seasoning, the taste, things like these…,” Taemin started off, before he amusingly confessed, “It’s really hard, trying to say positive things. It feels like I’m trying to squeeze [water] out of a dry rag.”

While Onew’s cooking abilities were later put to the test, at least he can always count on Taemin to say good things! 

watch here!

anonymous asked:

Do you know any good THoB fix it fics, but specifically comfort still taking place at Baskerville *coughcough post scene in front of the fire place cough* Tysm!!!!!!

Hi Nonny! Not a whole lot of fix-its… A lot more angsty than anything, but I do have a few taking place during and inspired by THoB!

THOB / POST-THOB

Mentality by Cumberbatch Critter (T, 1k+ w. || Friendship, Hurt / Comfort) – It was weird. But Sherlock was having a panic attack. Re-write of the Hounds of the Baskerville scene. Doctor!John.

What Sherlock Missed by chappysmom (K, 1k+ w. || Friendship, Fluff, Silly Ending) – Maybe Sherlock didn’t see everything he should have seen at Baskerville. 

Baskerville After Dark by Ttime42 (T, 1k+ w. || Friendship, Humour, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Pre-Slash) – John and Sherlock have to share a bed at Baskerville. Snippets of their time at Dartmoor.

Equilibrium by augustbird (M, 12,351 w. || Jealous then Worried Sherlock, Sick John) – At Baskerville, John is infected by a virus that turns him into a genius. But when the infection progresses into neurodegeneration, it’s a race against time to save himself. Flowers for Algernon fusion.

Duvet (green) by Mazarin221b (G, 2021 w. || Post-HoB, Revelations, First Kiss, Sherlock’s Mind Palace) – Sherlock recalibrates and restructures his mind palace so it looks like 221b. What he chooses to put in John’s room is a bit of a surprise, and a revelation.

PTSD / NIGHTMARES

Living In Fear by Lady Sam Mallory  (T, 4k+ w. || H/C, Angst, Post-THoB, Nightmares/PTSD) – Missing Scene for Hounds of the Baskerville. John suffers from massive PTSD episodes upon their return from Dartmoor.

In The Wake by Ambikai (K+, 2k+ w. || Post-THOB, H/C, Friendship) – After returning from Baskerville, Sherlock and John deal with the aftermath: unsure of where they sit with one another.

After the Bombs by VampirePam (T, 3k+ w. || Angst, H/C, PTSD) – In which the drugs Sherlock used to dose John trigger a severe episode of PTSD. When terrors old and new cause John to fall apart, Sherlock must rectify his mistake and pick up the pieces.

Afghanistan in Baskerville by Amaya Ramiel (K+, 4k+ w. || Hurt/Comfort, PTSD) – What if John hadn’t seen the hound when Sherlock trapped him in the lab? What if instead, his very real nightmares of the war had materialized all around him? Trapped and drugged, John can’t tell what’s real and what’s not. How will Sherlock react?

Peaky by mattmetzger  (K+, 1k + w. || Post-THoB, Friendship, Angst, PTSD / Nightmares) – A nightmare is nothing but a brain processing recent events, and having a bad light to do it in. It will run its course. So why can’t Sherlock just leave?

ALTERNATE UNIVERSES

Too Visible by chappysmom (K+, 23K+ w. || Friendship, AU, John’s Got an Ability) – With his gift of being invisible, John has always worried about being locked away in an experimental government lab. Baskerville is quite literally John’s worst nightmare—and the hound has nothing to do with it. It’s all Sherlock’s fault, but will he realize that? Sequel to Invisible and Still Invisible, Prequel to Invisible Once More

You Remind Me of a Man by columbine-and-asphodel (M, 17k+ w. || Sci-Fi, H/C, AU) – Sherlock is a living human experiment. John, an android medicinal ethics monitor, reviews the place that’s been experimenting on Sherlock and is thrown by what he finds. Inspired by but no spoilers for The Hounds of Baskerville.

The Curious Adventure of the Drs. Watson by ShinySherlock (M, 40,883 w. || Body Swap, Time Travel, Magical Artifacts, Victorianlock, ACD-BBC Fusion) – What if ACD Watson and BBC Watson switched places… John finds a journal and goes on an adventure that he never asked for.

ON MY MARKED FOR LATER LIST

(I haven’t read these yet, so read at your own risk.)

I’ve Just Got One by sarah_jehan (G, 1797 w. || Johnlock Freeform, Fluff) – Slightly-altered episode insert in which John simply walks away from Sherlock after the “friend” in The Hounds Of Baskerville spiel and Sherlock watches him leave instead of going after him and it’s a bit fluffy.

The Innkeeper’s Question by orphan_account (M, 1735 w. || Fluff) – This is set in Season 2, episode 2 of Sherlock. A bit fluffy, a bit serious, but overall lots of fun.

Fifteen Years by Bitenomnom (NR, 1209 w. || Marriage, Retirement, Kissing, Character Death, Introspection) – A lot changes in fifteen years, and a lot doesn’t. Fifteen years before Baskerville, John wanted a dog. Fifteen years before Sherlock was in court, Sherlock was in court. Fifteen years before John met Sherlock, John wasn’t interested in the violin. Fifteen years before he met Irene Adler, someone asked Sherlock out for dinner. Fifteen years before Sherlock kissed John, Sherlock kissed John. Part 46 of Mathematical Proof {{I’ve read a few stories in this series, and it’s been very enjoyable, so this will probably be a good one too.}}

Memento by audentes_fortuna_iuvat (E, 25,050 w.+ WiP || Angst, Character Study, Sherlock’s Past, Friend to Lovers) – Sherlock remembers flashes of time the way lightning strikes and thunder sounds during storms: suddenly and overwhelmingly. Some memories flood back like the opening of a dam, others yet like a broken tap, slow and steady and weak. And at the center of them all lies John Watson, the axis mundi of Sherlock Holmes’ life. Time floats on with John, and Sherlock starts to realize he’s dividing his life into two categories: Pre-John and With-John. As the axis turns harder and faster for Sherlock, he feels his life both coming together and unraveling at the same time. And soon, Sherlock finds himself in his greatest deduction yet, that of his mind and his heart, and finally sees how a self-professed ‘high functioning sociopath’ falls in love.

Silhouettes by allonsys_girl (E, 28,585 w. || Fluff, Bed Sharing, Angst, Drinking, Grief, Infidelity, Drug Use, POV John, Parentlock) – Sherlock and John find comfort in each other’s arms, but as ever with these two, it’s not your typical relationship. It’s fluffy at the beginning, gets deeply angsty in the middle, gets porny at the end. {{I think Baskerville is just briefly mentioned in the first chapter, it was tagged with THoB.}}

The Return to Baskerville by PeaJay (E, 31,343 w. || Angst, Torture, Est. Rel., John Whump, Case Fic, Smut, Graphic Violence) – Sherlock and John return to Baskerville to have another look around. They find a lot more than they bargain for. Especially John, who is kidnapped and brutally tortured. Graphic violence.
Part of the Mind the Gap series but can be read as a stand alone fic. Part 2 of Mind the Gap {{Been putting this one off because of the violence I think}}

Still of the Night by SoonerOrLater (G, 3717 w. || H/C, Angst, PTSD, Friendship) –  Short post-ep for Hounds of Baskerville, John and Sherlock talk a bit and deal with the fallout of the past few days, while Sherlock worries about the future.

The Naked Time by greyamber (T, 1217 w. || Pre-Slash, John’s Sci-Fi Obsession, Unhappy Ending) –  “John Hamish Watson was a hopeless Science Fiction fan, not that he could help. He had grown up with the Doctor, after all. Thank you very much.”

In Which There is a Row at Baskerville by thequeergiraffe (T, 944 w. || Pre-Slash) – John and Sherlock discuss the nature of their relationship. Can be read as a standalone. Part 20 of The Spaces In-between 


Hope these are satisfactory! Please, if any of y’all have suggestions, particularly the one that Nonny is looking for, feel free to add them!

#6 Auston Matthews

okay so that hurt auston matthews one was so good, could you write something more like that? maybe not him being injured but just frustrated bc the leafs are losing lots of games or something like that

I LOVE ANGST but im v bad bc i just write everyone happy smh

Tbh i just realised i got two similar requests in a row

Warnings: language idk?? 

Song suggestion of the day: Scorpio by Emily Bea (its so sweet and I.. AWH)

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You narrowed your eyes a little as you tried to concentrate on the garbled instructions on the other end of the phone over the noise of the television blaring in the next room. You found yourself apologising quickly as you ducked your head out of the kitchen, covering the bottom of the phone as you did so. “Auston can you turn that down a bit.” You called, but you didn’t bother to linger long enough to see if your boyfriend, who was sat rigidly on the couch glaring at the TV, would actually comply with your request.

“Sorry,” you murmured into the phone, pressing a hand to your other ear as you attempted to catch what they were asking you as you tried to update your health insurance for the third time this week. “Okay, yep.” you replied, hastily scrawling something down on the notepad you had ready. You suppressed a groan of annoyance as the TV continued to play at exactly the same volume. “I’m so sorry.” you told the woman on the other end of the line before you walked into the living room, covering the phone again and resorting to standing in front of the TV to get your boyfriend’s attention. “Auston, can you please turn that down, I’m on the phone.”

Usually this wasn’t a problem but the way Auston had been acting lately was anything but usual. Your sweet and charming boyfriend had been moody and overly sarcastic for the past couple of weeks. No matter how open to talking you’d made yourself to him he was having none of it. So you’d given him space and hoped he’d sort himself out but now you were of the opinion that it had gotten a little out of hand. Auston had been watching his old games at full volume and you’d tried to be accomodating. He hardly spoke to you and you’d tried to be patient with him. He was hardly home and you tried to be understanding. But seeing as you were trying to keep this house functional, your patience was wearing thin.

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How Anatole Fucked Shit up for every War and Peace character who shows up in Great Comet
  • Natasha: Manipulated her and used her and tricked her into ruining her life and nearly ending it. Destroyed her life. Seriously.
  • Hélène: Alright, take a second and think about Hélène. Why do you think she married Pierre? Love? Nah. She married him for his cash and neither of them were happy. I don't hold this against Pierre, who at least at first, truly tried to be a good husband. In the book, it's made evident that the whole reason Hélène needs to marry a man as rich as Pierre is because her father is broke. Why is his father broke? Cuz Anatole has spent all his money gambling and seducing women. So yeah. Anatole's fault.
  • Andrey Bolkonsky: Okay this one is easy. It's pretty straightforward but it's even sadder if you look at War and Peace, where it's abundantly clear that Andrey is a profoundly unhappy man and some of the only happiness he has in the book is with Natasha. And Anatole was at least partially responsible for taking that away from him.
  • Balaga: Never pays him? Like I know Balaga doesn't ask for pay but I still feel like paying him would be good. Also he gets him really drunk while he's driving. Honestly he doesn't do much to be responsible for Balaga's problems because Balaga is not important enough to have problems.
  • Fedya Dolokhov: Well in the book he never really gets his shit fucked up by Anatole but I'll say two things, one of which is that, Anatole doesn't listen to him when he is like the only person who tries to help him and keep him from being a bag of shit, and secondly, in the musical, since the duel was moved from Volume II Part I to Part V, it creates the implication that Natasha's love letter from Anatole was written by Dolokhov while he lay ill at his mother's recovering from a gunshot wound which is not, I'm sure, the ideal time to write a love letter.
  • Marya "Mary" Bolkonsky: Um alright this wasn't totally his fault just cuz it would have been a terrible situation for everyone but Anatole was supposed to be married to Mary but within like ten minutes of meeting with her already started hitting on her friend which was generally just a really mean move, and really hurt her already poor self image.
  • Marya Dmitrieva Akhrosimova: Marya is really a strong protective figure and she tries really hard to be good to Natasha and it's really sad that she has to feel like a failure because Anatole is a lying manipulative ass.
  • Old Prince Nikolai Bolkonsky: (I put in his name cuz I just like to note @ tolstoy fight me for including three separate Nikolais two of whom are named Nikolai Andreevich Bolkonsy. Fuck you.) Doesn't really have a lot of problems but I'll say even though he's batshit and not the best father that is really the only job he has at this point is being a father? And just like. Look what Anatole did to his kids.
  • Pierre Bezukhov: Okay, I know I've already said Helene was unhappy in the marriage, but Helene was a terrible wife who cheated on him a lot and wasted his life away and make no excuses was the main cause of his alcoholism and depression. But she never would have married him if Anatole didn't make Prince Vassily (his father) broke. Also the first person in the book to put a drink in his hand is Anatole, who says "finish it" even though Pierre says he does not want to.
  • Sonya Rostova: Endangered her closest friendship, with Natasha who I say again, though she still shared responsibility for her infidelity, was manipulated.
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“Hey Jaune, you said you wanted to talk?”

The blonde teen turned around from the sunset view of Mistral he had been admiring to find Oscar there, looking a little nervous.

And the former farm boy had good reason to be. His obvious attraction to Ruby had not gone unnoticed by the rest of their group. Qrow had been giving him drunken death glares at every opportunity, Nora had been trying to play matchmaker with leaving the two alone with each other quite a bit, Ren mostly just went along with Nora.

But not Jaune. Jaune had just watched the two, quietly observing their interactions. The seriousness of it all greatly contrasted with Ozpin’s memories of the blonde teen and while he was pretty sure that this wasn’t going to lead into a fight, that didn’t mean he wasn’t nervous.

Jaune nodded, his expression serious as he turned his head back to the sunset. “Yeah, come on over.”

Oscar did as he asked as he soon stood by the young fighter, the two just silent for a few moments.

Then Jaune spoke. “Ruby was the first person I really met at Beacon. I still remember that first day, man that was an explosion. Anyway, she was just as awkward as I was though for very different reasons. She was really worried about being pushed ahead two years. As for me….I won’t go into all the details, but let’s just say I didn’t have much confidence in myself that first semester.”

Oscar nodded, not telling him he knew all about the forged transcripts (‘Why did you let him in anyway?’….Reasons.)

“I did a lot of stupid things and Ruby was the first one to help me snap out of it. She’s first friend I made at school and she’s like a little sister to me.”

Okay, good. Oscar let out a metaphorical sigh of relief. He hadn’t been entirely sure of how Jaune viewed her, but it was clear that outside of Qrow, Jaune was the one Ruby felt the most comfortable around. It had made him a LITTLE jealous. (A little? 'Shut up, you.’)

“So, I just have to say this to you: don’t hurt her.”

Oscar turned his head, finding that Jaune’s gaze had turned from the sunset to him.

The blonde Huntsman to be went on. “You weren’t there, so you don’t know what happened at Beacon. She’s been through a lot, we all have. But Ruby’s lost more: Pyrrha, Penny, her team, and that’s not even counting what’s going on with her family. Despite all that, she keeps on going. The difference between us is she’ll never talk about it. I think part of the reason she’s so focused on this quest is so she doesn’t have time to think about it. Back when we thought Qrow might not make it, she took it pretty hard. Either way….she’s not the same girl I met that first day.”

A memory flashed in Oscar’s mind; one of a slightly younger Ruby in a different outfit with her signature red hood, but with a smile that was a tad more genuine than some of the smiles he’d seen from her. He understood immediately, the former headmaster in his mind quiet with regret.

Finally, he spoke. “I get it.”

Jaune waited as Oscar explained. “You’re right, I wasn’t there when Beacon fell, but I do understand what it feels like to have your life thrown about and when you come down, its not the place you used to be in. Besides, I don’t plan on hurting her.”

Jaune smiled at that. “Good. I like you Oscar, I’d rather not see either of you get hurt.”

Oscar smiled as well. “Yeah, no offense Jaune, but Qrow’s been pretty straightforward on what would happen and he’s a lot more intimidating than you.”

Then Jaune’s expression turned back to serious as he put a hand on Oscar’s shoulder. “Oscar….neither I nor Qrow is the person you need to be afraid of.”

That made the farm boy confused. “Huh?”

“Let’s just put it this way, if it’s your fault that Ruby gets hurt, nothing in the world will be able to save you from that person’s wrath.”

That didn’t answer anything for Oscar. “Who are you talking about? Her dad?”

Jaune shook his head. “Nope!”

“Well then, who is it?” (Ozpin’s laughter in his head was not a good sign.)


Yang was just about to down her well awaited Strawberry Sunrise in a bar not too far away from the city of Mistral when she suddenly felt something go off in her mind. She placed her glass down slowly.

Somewhere, somehow; someone is thinking of my baby sister in ways above a PG rating.

The bartender noticed her actions. “Hey blondie, aren’t you going to drink that?”

She got up from the bar with her unsipped drink still on the table, she turned walked towards the door. “Change of plans. I need to get Mistral, FAST.”


Plot bunny of mine. I ship Rose Garden so hard and I also think Jaune and Oscar will have some likeable chemistry with each other

Headcanon: Anyone who has ever thought about asking Ruby out at Signal has had to face Yang Xiao Long. The result being total annihilation.

If anyone wants to do something visual based on this, go head. Just make sure to send it to me first.

anonymous asked:

hiii! i love your blog, you're really good at writing! could i request minor trios reactions to, when not dating MC, waking up in the same bed as MC after getting drunk? (not like they did the do while drunk, just like drunkenly cuddled them or something) sorry if this is weirdly worded! thank you :)

✿ Omfg this is so cute.

V

  • Wakes up with his face tucked against the back of your neck, all big-spoon style.
  • At first, he thinks he’s with Rika, so he doesn’t question why there’s someone in his bed. It takes him running a finger across your cheek - and you making a small noise as it stirs you into wakefulness - for him to realize that
  • wait
  • shit
  • you are not his ex-fiancee. 
  • He gasps out your name, immediately pulling away from you and patting at desperately at himself. Only relaxing marginally when he realizes he has clothes on, he apologizes profusely to you. It’s unclear what, exactly, he’s apologizing for, but he’s certainly sorry about it.
  • (it’s almost like waking up to an alarm clock - the same, repetitive noise sounding over and over again.)
  • Your first concern ends up being calming V down, and you lean across the bed, putting your hands on his shoulders as you try to snap him out of his panic. 
  • Telling him that it’s just as much your fault as his - though neither of you really know how you got into this predicament - you say that it’s fine, you’re pretty positive it was just cuddling. 
  • you were drunk, and platonic cuddling is super a thing! neither of you have to worry. this was all definitely platonic.
  • (V seems to be calming down, and you swear internally as you realize how cute he is with a bedhead shiiiit.)
  • Wanting desperately to change the subject, V offers you some tea since, you know, you’re over here and. Uh. Yes. You accept, and he goes the extra mile to make you breakfast.
  • Unbeknownst to you, that is, in part, because he’s desperately trying to think about anything other than how amazingly he’d slept last night. Not a single nightmare had plagued him when he’d had your warmth in his arms.
  • s h i t.

Unknown (Saeran)

  • You wake up. You have no shirt on - though your pants and underwear are wholly intact - and Saeran is sprawled across you, face planted directly against your chest.
  • A few things become clear to you in that moment. One - this little piece of shit drools, and you’ve got this gross, wet patch on your skin. Two - you have a small demon trying to claw its way out of your skull, and you regret having ever thought challenging Saeran to a drinking contest would be a good idea. And three…
  • …When he’s sleeping, he looks so peaceful that it almost hurts your heart to see. Had you ever seen him so divorced from the worries of the waking world?
  • Face heating up in a blush, you stare at the ceiling, trying to figure out what to do. This is embarrassing, you’re in bed with a guy (though you find no evidence of having done anything more lewd than cuddling), but you also know that said guy doesn’t often get a lot of sleep, and you feel bad about waking him up.
  • also. he. might be mad at you when he wakes up, and blame you for the current situation.
  • this was probably going to embarrass him mightily.
  • Wanting to preserve his pride, you start slooooowly trying to ease yourself out from under him. Unfortunately, Saeran - in his state - was not keen on letting you go easily.
  • Damn. This boy is like a vice.
  • and now he’s rubbing his face against your chesT OKAY THIS HAS GONE FAR ENOUGH.
  • “SAERAN, WAKE UP.”
  • Saeran whines about it, at least until he actually opens his eyes and realizes what he is doing.
  • it’s hard to say whether Saeran kicks you off the bed or if he uses you as a launching board for getting off the bed, but either way, the both of you end up on the floor and he is flinging accusations at you.
  • You - being hungover - decide this is bullshit, so you tell him to shut up until you’ve had some advil. He doesn’t shut up, so you throw your shirt at his face and storm out of the room.
  • Neither of you talk to each other for the rest of the day, except for when you both tell Saeyoung - who saw you collapse together last night - to shut up.

Vanderwood

  • It’s a slow, golden morning - just around dawn - and you wake up at approximately the same time as Vanderwood does, almost like your schedules and habits are linked. 
  • You’re facing them, they’ve got their arms around you, and their face is so close that you can see the details of their incredibly pretty lashes.
  • For a long moment, the two of you stare at each other in uncomprehending disbelief. There’s also admiration, though both of you are unaware that you’re mutually admiring each others eyes.
  • You’re the first to speak. “Uh,” you say. There’s ample room for you to continue, but you don’t particularly know what to say so you trail off.
  • Vanderwood is the first to break contact, and they gently extract themselves from you before saying in a dull voice, “I’m going to take a shower.”
  • They vacate the room quite quickly after that.
  • You remain in the bed, staring numbly at the ceiling. It’s only now starting to kick in that, oh shit, you were cuddling with Vanderwood oh godahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, and your brain goes into alarm mode as you try to figure out what to do about this.
  • You’re still wearing your clothes, so you figure that… everything is probably fine? probably fine. Friends drunkenly cuddle each other all the time, right? It’s not like it means anything.
  • (hahahahahahaha.)
  • Thirty minutes pass, and Vanderwood still hadn’t come back. You’re not entirely certain what to… do? Should you leave? You’d… kind of like a shower yourself, and it’d be weird to take one at their place probably…?
  • But you also don’t want to disappear without saying anything, so you go to the bathroom door to at least tell then what’s up.
  • strangely enough, though, you… don’t hear water running. Are they done with their shower? Stranger still, they don’t reply when you knock, and you’re getting genuinely worried as you call louder.
  • oh god did they fall and die.
  • Spurred by your worries, you throw open the door.
  • The first thing you notice is the smell of vomit. The second thing is that Vanderwood has shed their shirt - which is wet and balled up in the sink - and they’ve fallen asleep in the bathtub.
  • things slowly… start to connect. You’re not hungover, but all evidence seems to suggest that Vanderwood is, and you immediately feel a surge of pity for this poor idiot.
  • You know how they are about being untidy. Throwing up must be awful for them.
  • It takes a bit to wake them, and you help them up, even as they apologize and protest. You put them to bed, get them some water and some Advil, and tell them to stay put.
  • In a normal circumstance, they’d fight you more, but they’re too miserably sick to even move.
  • You do them the favor of closing the blinds before leaving to clean up, and you - most definitely - keep all thoughts of how nice it was to wake up next to someone out of your mind.
Chin Up

Fandom: Kingsman

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x Overweight Reader

Warning: Body shaming, angst

Writer: @imaginesofeveryfandom aka @thequeenofthehobbits

Summary/Request: Requested by @ponyboysam:  I really love your writing and you’re such a nice and lovely person. I hope you don’t mind me making a request for eggsy and plus size reader? Where he just comforts her and its all fluff. Lately I’ve been getting a lot of people I know pointing out my weight and it’s just dragging me down. You don’t have write it if you don’t want to. I hope you have a good day/night. xx

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Tattoo

Requested: No.

Kind of winging it. Enjoy.

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A shaky breath was soon released from my body as we awaited for the tattoo artist to return. My body was shaking with nerves and nothing was seeming to calm me down. I’ve never gotten a tattoo before, even after claiming for years that I always really wanted one.

It’s just always been something that I’ve procrastinated upon and held back - always seeming to make up an extremely lame excuse as to why I couldn’t get a tattoo any time soon but really, I was just nervous.

But here I am, standing directly in the center of a tattoo parlor with a pounding heart and shaky hands. The only reason I actually had the guts to drive down and be here right now was because Justin practically begged me to come and get one.

I disagreed at first but it wasn’t long before he was sending me his famous smirk and offering me a deal I was willing to accept. If I got a tattoo, he would get one as well. Or rather - another tattoo. He’s already gotten many before, so I don’t really understand why it made me feel better that he was recieving one wih me. But it did.

So thats how I got stuck, being a nervous wreck in the middle of a well decorated Tattoo parlor.

“Relax baby. Don’t be nervous.” Justin assured from the tattoo chair besides me.

In an unconvincing gasp of a high pitched voice, I managed to squeak. “What makes you think I’m nervous?”

Justin only looked down on me as if I were a child who had missed the obvious point, “For one, you’ve sighed around 15 times. You keep tapping your foot on the ground and when your nervous your voice gets higher.” He pointed out.

Damn, why must my boyfriend know me so well.

I sighed, soon shutting my mouth with wide eyes when he threw me a pointed stare. Make that 16 sighs.

Finally Justin fell acomb to defeat - finally realising that maybe I was a little more nervous then he anticipated me to be. “Babe, It dosen’t hurt that much.” He sympathetically granted me a lopsided smile.

Though only two words seem to stick in my head, “That much?! ” I exclaimed.

Justin blew a sigh of his own. “Yes Y/N. I’m not going to go ahead and start ranting about how painless this is and that it dosen’t hurt at all because then I would just be lying.”

Well that’s a great thing to say to a person who’s just about to get a tattoo, already fearing for there potential life ahead. Okay maybe I’m exaggerating just a little but still - really Justin? Thanks for the pep talk.

Mental eyeroll.

Though he continued. “But its nothing you can’t handle. Believe me. I wouldn’t force you to do anything I didn’t think you couldn’t handle.” He assured. At the sweet words, I smiled at boyfriend, nodding my head.

Thats when the tattoo artist returned from wherever he had gone, a few items in hand. One being what looked like a cloth and the other being a gauze roll.

I pointed towards the roll. “What’s that for?” I asked.

The bulky tattoo artist who was seemingly sheeted in tattoos himself, flicked his eyes towards me and grinned sweetly. “Gotta wrap it up in something when we’re done. Its stops the blood from seeping into your shirt.” He explained.

My eyes shot towards Justins in a split second, feeling my heart sink further into my chest “BLOOD ?!”

Justin’s face fell amused, and he let out a strangled chuckle. Yeah, well, I was going to strangle him. “Relax baby girl.” He smiled

The tattoo artist laughed heartedly and seeped his eyes over to Justin’s, a finger extended to point back at me. “First time?”

Justin sighed. “You have no idea.” I pouted and he smirked at my expression.

The man laughed and made his way over to my seat, where he then proceeded to place the items in hand on a metal table besides him. The table extended out to a bulky looking machine, I presumed to be the tattoo gun and at the sight of the monstrous looking device, I gulped.

My eyes subconsciously trailed over to glare at Justin, realising that a woman who I assumed to be another tattoo artist had approached him and began asking questions about the tattoo he wanted to get. Thankfully, Justin and I had already discussed this topic.

“So, what can I do for you today?” The artist asked in a deep southern accent.

I slid a hand in my pocket, pulling out the sketch I had drawn and handed it over to the man.

His eyes flickered over it a few times, nodding in appreciation at the work. I did take an art class or two. Okay thats a lie, I’m an art major. “Does it have a meaning?” He asked.

“There isn’t too much meaning to it, but it represents him,” I pointed towards Justin. “And nobility.”

“Nobility?” He nodded. “I like it.” The tattoo artist smiled. “Wheres it going?”

“Just below my left collar bone.” I answered

He smiled. “Alright, you don’t have any problems with needles or anything?” He asked.

“….I don’t think so.” I hesitated.

“Alright, well if the pain gets too harsh to handle, just tell me and we can take a break.”

Thats when the flicker of the tattoo needle sounded, a light buzzing sound filling my ears as I watched the man pull the needle nearer and nearer to my skin until finally, it made contact with the thin layer of flesh by the bone.

I hissed, squinting my eyes as the man continued on with the tattoo. I’ll admit, it didn’t hurt as much as I anticipated it to be but It definitely was no walk in the park either.

Slowly but surely, managing to do so without moving my shoulder to much, I looked over at Justin who was just starting on his tattoo as well.




The artist wiped the last bit of blood off with the folded up cloth as he finished up the tattoo, turning off the machine. I sighed in relief noticing that the session had come to an end and opened my eyes which were glossy with tears.

With the back of my hand, I managed to wipe away the tears scattered across my eyes quick enough before the man could notice and thats when I heard him say. “Alright sweetheart, all done. Take a look.”

I slowly but surely shifted my neck to crease down at my newly tattooed skin by my collarbone. And at the peice of ink scorned permanently across my chest, I quealed. It was amazing, just how I imagined it. I smiled, looking over to the artist who was admiring the masterpiece he had created on my chest.

“Its amazing! Thank you!” I exclaimed.

“No problem. Wasn’t too bad, was it?” He asked.

With the squint of my eyes, I shrugged. “It hurt, but not as much as I was expecting it too.”

He smiled, nodding his head. “Would you do it again?” He asked.

Would I? “Yeah. I mean, I love tats. I’ve just always been too afraid to come and catually get one. But now that I’ve done it and I know that its not as bad, yeah. Definitely.” I smiled.

“Good. Lot of people get turned off after there first tat.”

“Well, not me.” I laughed.

“Good to know.” His eyes shifted over to Justin, “Well, looks like your boyfriend’s done.”

I followed the man’s eyes over to where Justin sat, also looking down on his freshly completed tattoo. A smile adorned my face in admiration of my boyfriend, just as the tattoo artist began wrapping up my tattoo, which may I say sat quite awkwardly, considering the position it was in. But soon enough, we had paid for the tattoo’s and left the parlor.

The next morning

Justin and I stood around our friends, smiling as they all eagerly watched and waited. We haven’t really taken our bandages off since we received our tattoo’s so this was really a surprise for everyone. All our friends were here. Ryan, Chaz, Hailey, Kendall, Maejor, my best friend Avery, Justin and I’s parents, even Justin’s manager - Scooter.

“Ready?” We both smiled.

Everyone nodded.

Justin and I shot each other a quick glance before slowly beginning to remove our own bandages off, finally revealing our settled tattoos. My smile fell so wide at the look of my own, and I was quick to jot over and glance at Justin’s. It was perfect and I don’t think we could have chosen better tattoo’s. Everyone stared in awe, wowing at the final result.

“They look so good!” Maejor yelled.

“They do look really good sweetie.” Pattie smiled.

“Thanks. I really like them.” Justin replied. “What about you?”

Looking down at our tattoo’s once more, I grinned wide. “I love them.”

They were perfect.

Fit for a king and a queen.

13 reasons why you should love tony
  1. gay, latina and one of the main characters of the story 
  2.  literally a dad stuck inside a teens body.
  3. “I thought you might have been in love with her”

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4. just wants clay to listen to the tapes, dammit!
5. was the only friend of hannah’s that she trusted 
6. after hannah died he spent time with her family to make sure that they were doing ok
7. tried to do right by hannah and do what she wished. aka making sure all the people involved heard the tapes 
8. out of the entire group clay is the only one he considers a friend and never gives up hope on him. 
9. when he realises clays tape is up next he stays with him 
10. crys and finely tells hes boyfriend about everything because he feels guilty about not being able to save hannah, wanting to honor her last wishes but also not wanting to hurt everyone else in the process (hes boyfriend is also a beautiful cinnamon roll bye.)
11. when clay asks him to tell the truth “believing what you believe and knowing what you know do you think i killed hannah baker?” he tries to beat around the answer because he knows clays a good dude but he just ends up saying yes because well its true….they all played a hand. 
12. is just very emotional and loves his friends a lot and feels a lot of guilt because of the rapes and not knowing what the right thing to do is but ultimately makes the right choices. 
13. takes himself, hes boyfriend, clay and skye on a road-trip because oh boy do they need it!

it’s okay to question your feelings in a relationship. it’s okay to evaluate whether you feel comfortable or safe with someone. it’s okay to realize that something isn’t right and to take steps to leave. someone who loves you would never intentionally hurt you. someone who is good for you would not try to hold you back. it’s okay to know that you deserve better.