kind of but not really anymore

Hey if there’s people in Seattle that are down to give me and my gf some furniture that you don’t need anymore (particularly chairs, barstools, and a bookcase) and also some kitchen stuff (pots and pans) that would be amazing. We’re kinda super broke rn, and we just moved into a new place. We don’t even have (and can’t really afford) a microwave, which is kind of needed for a lot of low-spoons food. It would be really great if anybody could help out a bit.

surprise || Batfamily

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Warning(s); the boys being jerks but they didn’t mean it.


You were happy, really, really happy. Your brother was back in Gotham and agreed to help you to prepare a surprise for your babies because they were being such good boys these days.

Okay, maybe it was a little bit of a bad idea to spoil them, in fact, not all of them were kids anymore. Hell, even the youngest one didn’t want to be treated as a kid.

Groaning when you remember Damian ignoring all of your hugs, you stood up and called your brother to get things ready. You didn’t tell anybody but Alfred, he promised no matter what happened he would keep it to himself. He insisted to help and you let him, not now though.

Days after planning and going out with your brother, you finally got things ready, though the gifts were simple really.

Despite your kind intentions, your boys didn’t see it that way, they couldn’t help but throw accusing glances at you every time you hugged Alfred before going out without telling them.

Or when you did, it because they asked. They were definitely not satisfied your answer; just getting some groceries! We’re running low, I’ll be right back. You said, it wasn’t all lie but it wasn’t the truth either, they noticed only the ‘it wasn’t the truth’ part.

They felt bad about it at first, since you were the one who took care of them with such care and love, treating them like they were your own with such gentleness that never seems to fade from your eyes and your doings. They, of course, saw you as their mother, they loved you.

But you keeping secret from them was an exception. No, they didn’t like that.

One of them once heard you made a phone call, obviously, it wasn’t Bruce. Bruce was at home doing his work in his office for hours, his office was also silent at the time so there was no way that you were calling Bruce, you prefer to talk to him directly.

Once, you went as far as visiting him to his office when you missed him so much, bringing boxes of lunch with you so the both of you could eat together, and being a kind woman that you were, you also get his trusted coworkers, including Lucius Fox, some of your home-cooked meals.

They gratefully took it and complimented you about your cooking, you brushed them off by saying Alfred helped you with most of it.

“Are you sure she is?” Damian looked at his brothers with an uncertainty in his eyes, didn’t dare to finish his sentence, if Talia was there he probably would be lectured about it.

Titus who had his head on Damian’s lap, let out a whimper as if telling them that whatever they were thinking about you was wrong.

“I think this is such a jerk move for us to pull.” Tim pointed out, after hours staring at his phone he finally turned the gadget off and shoved it into his pocket.

The oldest males looked at each other, they thought they had seen enough. Both men were the one who noticed your secrecy, they didn’t want to do it either but they had to

And they did.

They told Bruce about it.

Though your husband didn’t do what his boys told him immediately, he just couldn’t see what was wrong. You still kissed him good night after doing the deed, massage his tense back, giggling at his bad attempt on flirting, blush every time he took off his shirt in front of you.

There was a lot more, he still could see how much you loved him just by looking at your smile.

Until a thought came to his head, maybe you were just pretending.

With a sigh, he laid on his side of bed careful not to wake you up.

Your eyes opened briefly, his attempt failed, no matter how tired you were you still gave him a full-hearted smile causing an unpleasant feeling to bubble in his stomach.

“How was patrol?” You asked, rolling to your side so you could see his face.

“Weirdly calm,” he answered simply, he saw you reaching to cup his cheek before you ran the pad of your thumb over his skin, you could feel every invisible mark his previous scars gave him. “Why are you awake?”

“To kiss you good night,” you whispered, leaning closer to press your lips to his briefly just before you back away slightly to notice the distressed look on his already tired features, “something wrong?”

Bruce shook his head, “we’ll talk about it in the morning.” He told you, his arm went around your waist to pull you closer to him.

Almost immediately you scooted closer, nuzzling into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent and placed another kiss on his skin. “Night Bruce.”

You were taken aback by Bruce’s words, telling you to leave the manor just after you were done taking a morning shower and leaving Alfred a note. There was no way a pained look wouldn’t appear on your face along with the tears that slowly made your view blurry.

Bruce wasn’t harsh with his words, it wasn’t expected that was all. You didn’t say any other words to him, giving him a brief nod and took your bag to pack up.

You didn’t pack all of your things, leaving maybe a few dresses in your shared closet. They weren’t yours. As you pack up, you called your brother to pick you up, he noticed the wavering of your voice. He wanted to ask but decided against it.

Soon, you left.

Alfred didn’t notice you were gone until he planned to wake you up in the morning only to find you weren’t there.

“Where’s Mrs. Wayne?” The old Butler asked everybody when they were having their breakfast, he was sure he didn’t prepare any breakfast so he took it that you made it yourself.

Some of the boys stopped devouring their breakfast to explain everything to him.

“How stupid can you all be?” Alfred said with a sigh before excusing himself to the kitchen, leaving the boys stunned by his sudden outburst, he rummaged his pocket to find your notes.

Dear Alfred,

I’m so excited about the surprise! Ive got the things ready in my brother’s place! Do you think they will like it?
I won’t get to eat breakfast with you and the rest because I’m probably already gone before breakfast, can you make sure they’re eating properly? I made their favorite dishes too! When I’m back from my brother’s place (about 9), you have to tell me how much they liked it!

-Love, your daughter-in-law


A smile tugged on the corner of his lips, each word was written beautifully with a lot of colors, “daughter-in-law?” He chuckled before going back to the dining room, a little saddened that you wouldn’t come back to give the boys their surprises.

Oh, how wrong he was.

The doorbell rang right on 9 AM, Alfred was more than surprised when you still have a bright smile on your face, except for tear streaks on your cheeks and your red eyes.

“Told you I will be back.”

Alfred led you to the living room, he brought some of the gifts in his hands so you wouldn’t struggle to walk in.

You spotted your boys minding their business when you poked your head into the living room, “hey boys, what are you doing?”

They stopped whatever they were doing and looked up at you, placing wrapped boxes on the floor along with Alfred and your brother.

Nobody dares to open their mouths to talk so you did, “open them.”

The rest of the day was filled with apologies and tears (from Dick), scolding from your brother and Alfred, a sigh from frustrated Bruce and a laugh from you.

;;

I hope you weren’t confused by the sudden changes of point of view.

I suck at this..bbbbfft

Dear Charlie,

I don´t like my friends anymore.

At least that´s how I’m feeling right now. I mean, they are the kind of crazy friends you do stupid things with, like partying till 6am and getting wasted, which is so much fun and really brings us together, but when it comes to real stuff I feel like we have nothing in common. Some of them are very childish and it is so hard for me to keep real conversations with them without feeling like I´m talking to stupid people. It is such a weird feeling, like you are supposed to love and admire your friends but I dont´t feel that way at all. Maybe I got too caught up with just this one group of friends and that is the actual problem. I think I should find somewhere I could make some other kind of friends, it´s just that I´m not even good at talking to people and bonding.

Why am I so weird? Why do I always feel so lonely?

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a kind of comparison of Penny the day she arrived vs. the other day! I tried to find photos of her in a similar position, but the second photo makes her look skinnier than she is haha

She’s still massively over weight (she weighs a lot more than Tara, who is a whole hand taller than her) but she doesn’t really have that sagging belly anymore!

I’ll try and get some better photos of her tomorrow or Sunday haha

Thoughts and theories post S307

We got a clue to how the different dimensions work. These three dudes are obviously iterations of the same Rick who all encountered the same event in varying degrees of severity. It could just be that these three dimensions are right next to each other, but the numbering convention suggests that they’re true splits from one original dimension, caused by that event. 

If that’s true, it means that every time a major event occurs, timelines splinter into different offshoot possibilities. The Ricks that stay most “normal” keep their original dimension number and the others take on an iteration of that number based on the level of divergence. This also helps account for how the population of the citadel bounced back so quickly after the massacre in S301. As time goes on more splits in dimensions means a constant influx of more Ricks and Mortys.

Not every rick invents the portal gun. The portal gun is rick’s ultimate source of power and what allows the citadel to exist. From what we learned from the half-truths in S301′s portal gun origin backstory, Ricks ostensibly go from dimension to dimension giving portal technology to other Ricks rather than each Rick inventing it on his own. Plus we saw in the last episode that the Mortytown Rick tries and fails to make portal fluid, and cop Rick calls it out “bootleg,” plus the factory Rick demands a portal gun because he must not be able to make one of his own. 

For the Ricks that didn’t invent their own, portal fluid and guns are regulated and not allowed to all Ricks freely. It begs the question of how many Ricks actually invented the portal gun on their own. In theory, it would only take just one figuring it out and then sharing it with all the others.

More evidence for Evil Morty = Rick’s original Morty. This has been a fan theory since Evil Morty first showed up but after S307 the evidence is even stronger. Evil Morty dodges questions about his original dimension and Rick, instead diverting with “we moved around a lot.” That basically leaves the door wide open for the reveal of him being Rick’s og Morty.

Plus, if the moving around part wasn’t a lie, that means he and Rick skipped universes Cronenberg-style more than once (Rick did say he’d pulled that stunt before). Think how disillusioned just one dimension move made our Morty, it’s no wonder Evil Morty turned into what he is if he went through multiple ruined dimensions. Beyond that, our Morty has been shown to be getting more jaded and downright cruel this season, enough that people were thinking he was turning into Evil Morty. If our Morty has devolved into his current state with just being around our Rick for a few years, imagine how the Morty our Rick was around since when he was a baby would have turned out.

Cop Rick is alive for a reason. He killed Cop Morty and turned himself in expecting to be shot off into space, but in the end he’s released by Ricks under evil Morty’s control. Him being alive still is not insignificant, even if just for the narrative and character implications more than plot reasons. 

Cop Rick’s first instinct is to trust. He trusted the Morty in the room with the crib. He trusted Cop Morty to do the right thing. He wants to believe in true justice and the goodness in people, and acts on that belief no matter the outcome for him. 

The real gut punch is he’s not just an outlier. He shows that Ricks do have an infallible sense of justice when it’s not smothered out by narcissism and nihilism. We’ve seen that our Rick, despite being an asshole, will choose to do the right thing- even if it’s the hard thing- at crucial moments: He puts the collar on Morty instead of himself when they’re falling to their deaths in the void, he turns himself in to the Galactic Federation in order to save his family. 

Cop Rick is still alive because he’s the hero our Rick would be if he wasn’t such a jaded asshole. He’s the proof that despite everything, Rick is at his core trying to be good. Maybe that kind of Rick is valuable to Evil Morty, or maybe it was just valuable to us to see this side of Rick so explicitly.

Evil Morty wants control. Evil Morty is living the ideal Morty existence, in control of himself and the universe around him. It’s all he’d want after a life where Rick was always in control, where he could do nothing to stop the machinations of the universe from nearly crushing him every adventure. As we saw really plainly with Copy Morty, when a Morty gets enough knowledge, experience, and freedom, they can’t stand being treated like sidekicks anymore. No wonder the Ricks put them in a school designed not to teach them to be more competent on adventures but instead to keep them helpless and subservient. 

It’s easy enough to follow the same trend in our Morty. He’s been fighting for more control all season– He chooses not to try to rescue Rick from prison. He’s fine with going against Rick’s plan in the Mad Max world. He’s the one who makes them go on the adventure with the Vindicators (and Rick loses his shit when he doesn’t get to be the only one saving the day anymore). And perhaps most telling, Morty’s ideal toxin-free self abandons Rick entirely and creates a situation where his whole job is to manipulate and control other people. 

Evil Morty is what happens when Morty’s struggle for power goes to it’s furthest degree. He wanted so bad to not be the sidekick anymore that he’d do anything, even if it meant becoming the villain. 

I like to think that Angus still does detective work after Story and Song. It seems like something he was really proud of, so I don’t think he’d give it up completely. Of course, he has so much else going on in his life now that he’s probably more selective with his cases - ones that need to be solved quickly, interesting ones, ones that have everyone else stumped, that kind of thing. And it’s usually not murder cases anymore, so it’s a much safer line of work.

Angus also now has an enviable list of consultants.

“Good morning, Taako! I had a question about a seasoning that I haven’t heard of before, but I thought you might be familiar with it? It’s called - what? It’s not… it’s not that early in the morning, it’s almost noon! …I’m sorry I woke you.”

“Thank you for calling me back, Magnus! I actually had a question about woodworking, specifically… oh? Yes, I remember the new puppies. Wait, really? You mean it? Thank you so much! I, I can’t keep a dog on campus, would it be okay if it stays with you?”

“Mavis, could you ask your dad if Pan worshippers are required to keep a garden? And if a garden of exclusively poisonous plants is acceptable? Oh, no, I have his number it’s just that he’s not answering again…”

“Good evening, Madame Lucretia! I, I was wondering, the view from the moon base lets you see the layout of Neverwinter pretty clearly, right? So, if a street wasn’t marked on any official maps, you’d still be able to see it from there, right? …yes ma’am, school is going very well. It’s not a dangerous case, I promise, and I’m being very careful.”

“Lup? I’m glad I caught you! I had a question, if you don’t mind, about explosives? Do you know how much magic power it would take to level a building, say, three stories high? …Lup? No, no you don’t have to test it! Please don’t actually blow up a building! That would be very bad!”

“Barry, I’m sorry I know this is very sudden but can you please stop Lup from doing whatever it is she’s about to do because I think it might involve blowing up a building and now she won’t answer her stone?”

“Kravitz? I know this is a strange question, but how can you tell a real skeleton from a fake one? …um, thank you for that, but I don’t really want to get that close. It has a sword. And I guess I should have mentioned this first, but it’s actually swinging that sword at me right now? I… would appreciate some help, yes, thank you.”

The actual helpfulness of these consultants is sometimes questionable.

HAR

juanpujolgarcia  asked:

What's rick and morty actually like? I've been kinda avoiding it because the guy who tried to convince me it was a great show just went on for ages praising its nihilistic worldview, and I just don't have time for that, but what do you think of the show? Is it worth watching?

This is such an interesting question to answer! 

I mean, short answer is *yes*, absolutely, but as for explaining what this show is *like* I’ve been trying to solidify my thoughts into words for months.

When my brothers had me start watching it, I was skeptical from the start, because it *seemed* like a show that was getting laughs at the expense of its characters, and I just have no space in my life anymore for media that isn’t inherently kind and inherently aware of the humanity of its players.  (Data point: I had a similar reaction to the beginning of Archer, which I wound up really liking.) 

But as I watched more it quickly became obvious that this was a show that was deeply empathetic to suffering.  

In a way, it kind of strikes me as the opposite side of the same coin as Steven Universe (a show I think really embodies the values and needs of the current generation).  It’s not outwardly hopeful and uplifting– it’s a show very much rooted in dark humor and cynicism.  But at the same time, I think it winds up being an unflinching, serious look at the issues a LOT of people in current generations are struggling with– depression, anxiety, PTSD, social alienation, lack of mental health care, a sense of helplessness as an individual facing greater powers of the world, a deep fear that maybe the world is really a bad place and we might not be able to stop it, anhedonia… heck there’s divorce and alcoholism and literally at one point an attempted suicide.  This is some dark shit for a zany universe-hopping space adventure.

These are all issues the show looks at dead on, almost painfully accurately, while at the same time with it’s sharp, incisive sense of humor and it’s nuanced sense of the humanity of its characters it still somehow succeeds in being neither grim nor depressing.  (Another media type I have basically no space in my life for these days.)

It’s not so much precisely hopeful as… cathartic?  Honestly it’s kind of like therapy that way– you have to look straight at your secret fears to see which parts are real and which parts are distortions and where there’s still hope and possibility buried in them. It’s a show that challenges the pessimism and cynicism and fatalism of its characters even as it tackles all this bad shit.  In that way it is uplifting.

This show is so incredibly smart in how it tells its stories and builds its characters and explores their worldviews.  I find myself going ooooh or wow or goddamn, ouch over and over, which is maybe another way I find it comparable to Steven Universe and its deeply nuanced characters and themes.

And, okay, apparently there’s a whole subsection of fandom that has somehow missed all the epically smart symbolism and allegories and storytelling craft and has taken away some kind of “yay, nihilism!” surface level viewing.  This bewilders the heck out of me, because I think the writers have been pretty explicit at “look how self-sabotaging and fucked up Rick’s life is.”  It works because they’re also very clear on “sometimes unhealthy strategies are the only coping skills you’re currently equipped with.  Sometimes they’re the only thing saving your life right now.  Maybe you can figure out better ones.”

I am so here for this ride as they work this out.

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“Uhm, Harry?” Draco eyed his roommate suspiciously. He shifted nervously in his desk chair as Harry’s intense green eyes seemed to graze over him. The man had a weird look on his face and Draco did not like it.

“Yes Draco?” Harry replied, stepping out of the doorframe into their shared dorm.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Draco pushed his chair backwards until it collided with his desk. Then, when Harry showed no sign of slowing down he got up and stepped away, so he now almost had his back pressed against the wall behind him. He knew he was acting ridiculous, but so was Harry. If he didn’t know any better the green eyes coming towards him were filled with… with…

Lust was the wrong word, but it was definitely some sort of desire. And curiosity. And determination. And some form of fondness Draco could not place at all.

A combination scary enough to make him do one more step backwards. His heels hit the wall.

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little things

requested: can you make an imagine where Tom cheats on his gf and he wants to get back together but he randomly meets the reader (y/n) who is willing to help him get his gf back but he ends up falling for the reader instead

summaryTom is down on his luck with his relationships, the last one blowing up in his face right in the middle of your coffee shop. He turns to an unlikely stranger for help–you. However, after you agree to help him, he finds himself falling for the unlikely stranger instead.  

word count: 2k

pairings: tom holland x reader

warnings: none

a/n: depending on how popular this one gets, i might turn it into another series. we’ll see!! i couldn’t write tom cheating on someone because i dont have the heart to so i tweaked it a tiny bit i hope thats okay  // not my gif // i also tried to make the reader as gender neutral as possible


Each time you woke up in the morning, you knew it was going to be a good day–simply because you refused to have a bad one. You sang in the shower, danced while you got dressed, whistled while you put up your hair. It was like you always had happy music playing in your mind, you radiated positivity. And what better job for someone who radiated such happiness? A humble cafe owner in New York City.

You waved to the usuals who were in your shop nearly every day–the familiar faces causing your heart to bloom open like a flower in spring. You donned your apron with a beautiful smile, greeting your employees and began taking orders.

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i think there’s one important fact people need to know about the jinki situation

whatever jinki did, it was enough to warrant a police report and the victim to try and press charges. we don’t know what happened, but it was serious enough that charges were pressed and the police conducted an investigation into the matter. it’s also important to note that neither sm or jinki have denied it happened– they just aren’t saying what happened exactly, only saying that it wasn’t intentional. whether or not you want to try and process that is up to you.

no matter what the outcome is, jinki still did something to make that girl uncomfortable enough that she initially pressed charges. if she really decided on her own to drop the charges, then i’m really happy that they managed to sort the issue out between them. however, he still fucked up, and that’s not okay. if he gets like this when he drinks, he shouldn’t be drinking anymore. period. the best case outcome for this, if it really is like sm says, is that jinki takes this as a cold lesson on his behavior and how to better control himself if alcohol does these kinds of things to him.

on top of that, i just hope that girl is okay. i’m wishing her the absolute best, and i hope she’s doing alright. please don’t defend him– we may not know what he did, but he did enough that she felt she was justified in filing charges against him, and that’s just not okay.

if you really love jinki as a fan and you are going to continue to support him, support him not drinking anymore and never doing this type of thing again. ever. and don’t defend him or victim blame. these are the kinds of things that prevent victims from speaking out. if you’re a real fan, you’ll know not to excuse him. thank you.

anonymous asked:

If they want us to see keith and shiro's relationship as brotherly, they are failing spectacularly, at least for me

I honestly 100% agree. Like as someone with two brothers I just really?? can’t see Shiro and Keith’s dynamic as brotherly at all?? I really can’t?? 

And Keith’s abandonment issues feed into this a great deal. We know that he’s “desperate” to see Shiro–a line that is not platonic in nature. It implies a sense of desire that’s almost agonizing, brings to mind the notion of unrequited love. Then you have things like Josh mentioning Keith’s “always scared he’s gonna say or do something wrong and he’s gonna lose Shiro,” and Joaquim noting that “Shiro’s sort of the only thing that can really calm him down and keep him in check.” There’s an intensity to their relationship that you’d never expect from two characters who just see each other as bros. 

When talking about Keith’s passionate emotions, Lauren also says that side of him is “kind of exasperated by the fact that Shiro’s gone. Like he’s having a hard time dealing with it, he doesn’t really know how to feel. And yeah I think he kinda just goes back to that inner part of himself where it’s just—he can’t control his emotions. And that comes from like, from the galra side.” Shiro is literally shown as a link to Keith’s humanity. And Keith in turn sees Shiro as the man he aways was rather than the monster the galra tried to make him. Shiro’s unwavering support and compassion throughout Keith’s galra reveal was also a role relegated to Keith’s supposed love interest in nearly all fan works leading into season 2. In terms of his place in Keith’s character arc, a potential love interest honestly makes the most sense. 

We can also compare Shiro and Keith’s relationship to two characters who are siblings–Pidge and Matt. Pidge lost Matt during Kerberos and ends up getting banned from garrison grounds when she investigates further. Keith also loses Shiro to Kerberos and gets booted from the garrison shortly after–“a disciplinary issue,” they say. Pidge spends a lot of her time searching for Matt, and Keith also wants to find Shiro. And yet, both these dynamics are incredibly different. 

Pidge never stops to repeat words of comfort Matt has given her. She’s never shown in a flashback exchanging the same phrase with her sibling. Her drive to find her brother is never described as desperation, nor is he ever characterized as the only balm that can soothe her inner turmoil. She never believes losing her brother means she’s automatically all alone in the world. Pidge and Matt’s dynamic is nothing like Shiro and Keith’s. Which is, you know, probably why so many people from the staff ship sheith. Even people who work on the show can see these characters in a romantic light. 

To take this a step further, the way Keith mourns the loss of Shiro is also written extremely differently. Lance tells Keith that Shiro would want him to move on, and no one ever says this to Pidge. There’s a moment where the whole team takes Keith aside and reaffirms just how irreplaceable Shiro was to him–but ultimately, they urge him to stay strong and carry on. This doesn’t feel like Keith’s mourning a brother, it feels more like he’s grieving the loss of a lover

And this is defined by Keith’s temper, by his volitile emotions. We know all of Team Voltron is like a family. So why then, would Keith view Shiro’s loss as so deeply personal compared to the rest of the team if their relationship is also just familial? He lashes out at the team, says things like “We don’t have Shiro anymore either. Everyone seems to have forgotten that.” The meaning here basically translates to None of you give a damn about Shiro, none of you care about him like I do. It’s an almost possessive kind of grief that really does feel more like someone mourning a lost lover. 

Furthermore, the “reunion” between Keith and Kuron is not brotherly. It’s not “Shiro” returning to the rest of the team. It’s “Shiro” reuniting with Keith. The moment is wholly theirs, complete with longing gazes as they slowly drift into one another’s orbit. The scene feels distinctly romantic, and this is emphasized by how intimate it is. There’s no team, no Voltron. Just the two of them in their own little world. Had Shiro and Keith been more like brothers, there would be no reason to remove everyone else from the scene and make it so deeply personal. 

The scene in Kuron’s bedroom also feels incredibly intimate. Keith is the only one Kuron feels comfortable seeing him like this, the only one he allows himself to be vulnerable with. He doesn’t cut his hair or shave for Keith the way he does to look more presentable in front of the other paladins. When he’s with Keith, there’s no reason to put on a fake smile and maintain a facade. Seeing Kuron unkempt and tired, in his undershirt and still lying in bed, confessing that he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to bounce back just yet–this isn’t the way someone’s big brother figure is presented. 

They’re both in the dark as well, and the way the scene is angled and framed, the tone it carries–this looks and feels distinctly different from the scene where Lance is having a talk with Keith in his bedroom. Keith is also the one taking care of Shiro during this time, the one always saving him. People often joke about Shiro needing Keith to come running to his rescue, but their dynamic really is more reminiscent of a classic fairytale than family. And of course, the way these two are so soft and tender with one another doesn’t feel right for characters that are supposedly just like brothers. I could go on and on really, and also talk about all the parallels between Haggar and Zarkon’s relationship and sheith, but I mean. Then we might be here all day 

anonymous asked:

what if neil had some sort of identity crisis? i mean he's cycled through so many personalities and looks so what if something happened that triggered him into wondering if 'neil josten' really was his true self? how do you think andrew and the foxes would react?

Oh, Neil would totally have a bunch of little identity crises that he tries to just shrug off two minutes later and it would eventually add up to a full blown one.

  • I feel like Neil’s pretty cemented in wanting to be Neil Josten and belonging with the Foxes
  • So, I’m seeing it more as a ‘Who the fuck am I? Oh, fuck, I’m still not the Neil they all think I am’ kind of thing
  • Like Neil has a bunch of memorized answers to things to try to not arouse people’s suspicions
  • But he doesn’t know the real answers to these questions?
  • Like sure, he can spout off a rehearsed answer to simple questions
  • But he doesn’t want to lie to the Foxes anymore and they’ve made Neil a real person, but he still doesn’t know who Neil is
  • And he’s starting to suspect that they all know Neil better than he knows Neil
  • And there’s this fear that he’s not really the Neil they see and know and that he’s still just chameleoning to blend in with whichever of them he’s with
  • It’s the little things that plant the seeds of doubt
  • Fucking tiny little questions that trip him the fuck up
  • What is his favourite movie?
  • Most people can at least come up with one movie that they like, even if they’re not sure it’s their favourite
  • Neil can’t come up with one movie that he even remembers having watched?
  • He just sits there on the sidelines for any movie discussions

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anonymous asked:

did you see what rick said about reyna???? i dont know how to feel anymore he said that making reyna lesbian would perpetuate harmful stereotypes that lesbians are only lesbians cause they cant get the men they want, i am very conflicted about this i wanted her to be queer really badly too

went looking for it after i saw this, but i gotta say it was hard to get through because it was such a pack of regurgitated bullshit that my brain kind of shut off halfway through the comment and i am mmmmm uh really about to lose it right here

  • first of all, rickald dear, the subtext is blatant and it’s all right there and i could give you an itemized list of reasons why i think reyna is a lesbian and they’d all be backed up by the text, so if you didn’t “intend” it or can’t “see” it then you better try harder!!!! because it’s there.
  • “she doesn’t need someone to complete her” is so TIRED lmao. i don’t need someone to complete me, either. i’m still a lesbian. percy and annabeth shouldn’t need each other to “complete” them. hazel and frank don’t need anyone to “complete” them, jason and piper shouldn’t either, or nico, or will, or motherfucking tyson or ella or grover or leo or calypso! if you are dating someone to complete yourself, your relationship is going to be codependent shit where you’ll be demanding unfair things from your partner that you should be able to get from yourself. you’ll be jealous, and controlling, and lose whatever identity you had to begin with. relationships are not meant to “complete” us, they are meant to complement us, to challenge us to grow in areas where we need growth while also giving us the support we need to help us get there.
  • “reyna is reyna’s better half” oh fuck you. like seriously, just fuck off. annabeth isn’t annabeth’s better half? piper isn’t piper’s better half? hazel isn’t hazel’s better half? i mean fucking hell if your logic is “i can’t pair her with anyone because it’s compromising her independence” THEN WHY THE FUCK ARE ANY OF YOUR CHARACTERS DATING ANYONE?! RELATIONSHIPS SHOULD NEVER MAKE YOU COMPROMISE WHO YOU ARE!
  • “lesbians are lesbians because they couldn’t find the right man” welllllllllllllll uuuuuuuuuuuh………………….yes, we are. like no lmao that didn’t make me a lesbian, but the absolute fucking reality is that lesbians actually literally cannot find the right man, because there isn’t one. the stereotype isn’t that we are lesbians because we couldn’t find the right man, because that’s true lmao, most of us have gone searching for the right man and finally reached the conclusion that men just don’t do it for us, and never will, and so our “mr. right” or prince charming or whatever the fuck doesn’t exist. the actual stereotype is that “lesbians just haven’t met the right guy yet” as in, this lesbian could still be attracted to you and she doesn’t really know who she is and you can just freely invalidate her sexuality because why not lesbianism isn’t real and you could be what she’s been waiting for.
  • like alskjdf;lak i understand that it’s misogynistic to define lesbians by their lack of attraction for men, but the reality is that we live in a world we’re we are coerced from practically birth to define our lives in terms of men and so if you are literally incapable of conforming to that thought process, if you literally come to the conclusion that you cannot define yourself in terms of men because you are a lesbian, yes, that really is an integral part of your lesbianism.
  • like, if you’re going to say that giving reyna a gf perpetuates stereotypes, then at least have some kind of understanding of what the fuck you’re talking about lmao.
  • not to mention how casually, how callously, he dismisses bisexuality as a possibility for reyna. “having a girl end up with women after dating men is a bad stereotype.” that’s what he said. that is what he fucking said. as if youuuuu know…..real bi girls don’t do this? as if real lesbians don’t do this. as if it’s a fucking bad and perpetuating stereotypes to write about a real experience that bi girls and lesbians have both lived through? this isn’t an anomaly, this is extremely common, our failed relationships with men are something we joke about, something so common that it’s rare to find a lesbian or a bi girl who has never had a fling with a man in any capacity.
  • fuck him.

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: “Can you write me a smutty story where Drarry is sleeping and they’re spooning and Harry ‘slips it in’ and then Draco wakes up and is confused and ahhh. Also could you tag @introvertedannika in it? She’s my best friend and it’ll confuse the FUCK out of her!”

Warning: NSFW
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The sun was shining through the window, only slightly covered by the white, long curtains that gave the room even more light.

Right next to it was a king sized bed, white sheets all over two naked, sleeping boys that go by the name of Harry and Draco.

The whole atmosphere reminded of one of those bed sheet commercials.

Harry groaned as he opened his eyes, overwhelmed by the brightness of the sun.

His arm was wrapped around his boyfriend, his chest pressing against his back as the brown haired boy placed soft kisses on the others shoulder blades, slowly raising up to his neck.

A little smile spread across his face as he buried his nose in the blonde hair that he usually loved to run his fingers through.

Memories of last night rushed through his head and his teeth soon find his bottom lip as he remembered all of it clearly.

The two of them have been together for quite a while now, but he still wasn’t used to the way Draco touched him, looked at him, wanted him.

It drove him crazy.

It drove him crazy how Draco got under his skin, how his low moans could make Harry orgasm just like that.

It drove him crazy when they were in public and Draco flirted with him because he knew exactly what to do to get into Harry’s pants.

It drove him crazy that he loved this man and, thank merlin, that man loved him back.

Back in Hogwarts there was a lot of angry wanking in the dorm when everyone was sleeping, a lot of things in his head when he observed Malfoy’s body in potions.

He could write books.

But never has he thought he would end up loving this Slytherin with all of his heart.

It all started when they returned back to Hogwarts for a 8th year.

Obviously everything has changed, McGonagall was the new headmistress of the school and a lot of new teachers were needed.

Instead of the old bathroom where once the entrance to the chamber of secrets was placed, they put a really big memorial thing there, where all the students and teachers were named, that lost their lives during the war.

Even Hedwig was on there.

A new thing was that there were no separate common rooms anymore.

All of the four houses shared one big room, which was good because everyone, especially the Slytherins, needed that kind of support at that time.

However, there were now dorm rooms for two people.

And guess who got paired together, hahaha.

Draco 2cool4you Malfoy and Harry Icantdie Potter.

They had all kind of fights, really, it was awful, but one day Harry brought some lunch to the room for Draco because he missed it due to his homework, and Draco made Harry’s bed the next day because the Gryffindor was in a rush.

And then Harry folded Draco’s clothes, who then decided to tell goodnight stories to the other male to fall asleep.

And then one day Harry crawled into Draco’s bed because he couldn’t stop crying after a nightmare, which was of losing Draco but he never told him, and Draco just held him through the night.

And, to top it all off, Draco once left the bathroom door open while he was showering, and Harry peeked through and got really horny, so he waited for the blonde to leave to get rid of his little problem down there, but Draco forgot something and boom.

Harry surely never thought a blowjob could feel this good.

Said boy was brought back to reality when he felt something under the blanket hardening.

“Fuck, not now.”, he whispered to himself but that surely didn’t do anything.

And the fact that Draco’s bare ass was pressing against his growing erection surely wasn’t helping.

With his cheeks covered in crimson red, his hand found its way down and he hesitated for a moment before he wrapped it around his erection and began to move his hand in slow motions.

His free hand didn’t take long to grab Draco’s ass firmly, to which the blonde responded with a low growl.

Harry’s hand stopped and took place on his boyfriend as well, where he slowly rubbed a finger along his entrance.

“Fuck, you’re still so ready from last night.”

Harry would lie if he said that this didn’t turn him on to the core, and when he thrust in two fingers at once, he almost moaned against Draco’s neck.

His erection was twitching and he quickly pulled out his fingers in order to place his pulsing erection where his fingers had been.

His teeth slightly sunk into Draco’s skin as he was fully surrounded by his heat, not able to stop himself from groaning deeply.

After the first few thrust, Draco’s moans became louder and he suddenly opened his eyes, a shocked gasp leaving his throat.

“What the-ahh!”

Now it was his turn to blush and Draco tried to hide his face, but Harry grabbed his arm and thrust harder.

“P-Potter!! You fucki-oh-you fucking perv!!”

Harry just grinned and bit the skin of his neck again, sucking and licking it in ways that would definitely leave marks as he listened to Draco’s desperate moans.

When he, however, suddenly stopped, Draco gave him an disapproving groan.

The brown haired man didn’t let that irritate him tho, and he pulled out, just to lay on his back.

“I want you to ride me.”

Draco gasped.

Harry knew it was Draco’s favorite position (he would never admit that tho) and he never lasted long that way.

Without further hesitation Draco placed himself on Harrys lap, slowly sinking down on his throbbing dick.

Broken moans filled the room, filled Harrys head, and he grabbed Draco’s hips to support his movements, watching him with a dark expression.

Soon enough the skin on skin noises became louder, both of them were now a moaning mess, and when Harry moved his hand up and down Draco’s shaft, he spilled all over Harry’s stomach with his name on his lips.

Harry also couldn’t hold on any longer, and with a few lazy thrusts he came inside his already collapsed boyfriend.

Both of them were breathing hard, just enjoying the intensity of this short moment.

Harry wrapped one arm around Draco, who had his face against Harry’s chest now, and used the other one as an extra pillow.

“What a way to wake up.”

Draco chuckled and Harry smiled.

“Stop smiling like an idiot, Potter.”

“Stop calling me Potter.”

“Become a Malfoy then.”

For a brief second Harry’s heart dropped and he almost screamed like an excited teenager.

“Marry me.”, Draco whispered tiredly.

“Once you’ll wake up again.”

“Good…very good…”

Draco’s eyes slowly closed, and as Harry kissed his forehead and told him that he loved him, there was even a faint smile on his lips.
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coffee grounds

requested by anon; Hi!! I really love your stories! Could you please do one where Tom and Y/N work together in a little cafe or store and he makes her nervous (cuz he’s so hot) and when he realises this, he decides to be a little shit and mess with her and make her all flustered. Just super fluffy please, thank you!!! Xx

summary: [Coffee Shop AU] You’ve fallen madly in love with your co-worker Tom, and because you make it so blatantly obvious–he catches on and decides to have a little fun with it.

pairings: tom holland x reader

word count: 1.9k 

warnings: some swear words, but thats about it 

a/n: i’m a slut for coffee shop au’s y’all, and i hope this does your request justice, love!! 


“I have a soy latte with an extra shot of espresso,” you called out from behind the bar, pushing the warm drink out for pick up. Turning back to clean the steamer, your co-worker and friend standing beside you bumped your hip with her own to get your attention. You glanced over to her, and she gestured with her head to someone who just entered the coffee shop.

Your heart instantly skipped a beat, butterflies erupting in your chest as you watched him wave to your boss, don an apron, and run a hand through his unruly curls. He hopped on the register, and began taking orders from the growing line, flashing his million-dollar smile, winking to get tips, charm dripping from every word that came out of his mouth.

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