i hate it when ppl are like “oh well mccree only PRETENDS to be stupid so people let their guard down!!” like where the fUCK did he ever pretend to be stupid? i don’t remember him doing anything stupid ever? the whole “mccree is stupid” thing is only bc ppl think his outfit is silly like he never. actually acted stupid. can’t he just be his cowboy self in peace?? i hate that ppl act like any character that doesn’t have a 100% grimdark serious design and demeanor must be hiding their TRUE nature like. stop
Imagine: Getting caught in the rain with
two should go, you really don’t need to walk me home,” You tell one of your
closest friends, Dallas Winston. You
were at Buck’s place for a party, Dally was walking Sylvia home, and he was
insisting on taking you with him since your house was on the way to hers.
get jumped again Y/N?” Dally has always been so damn blunt, and to be
completely honest you were a little afraid, not that you’d ever admit it.
let’s go!” Sylvia says rolling her eyes, this bitch was Dally’s stuck up
girlfriend and she hated you. She was
constantly two-timing Dally, yet she couldn’t stand the fact that Dallas’ best
friend was a girl.
Sylvia, Y/N will be coming along,” Dally responds, dragging you with him.
Sylvia says in pure disgust. You join the couple and the three of you head out.
You instantly regret it as Sylvia practically throws herself on to Dally. Fuck this, just get me home already.
*Boom* You screech and jump at the sound of
the booming thunder as Sylvia grips onto Dally, he chuckles slightly and rolls
it’s gonna rain, we should take a short-cut through the park,” Dally calls
before making his way towards the grass.
You take off
your heels and run after him, and Sylvia tiptoes through the grass trying to
avoid getting her dress and shoes dirty. Suddenly you hear Dally cry out,
around and see Dally lying on the ground in the mud, you burst into laughter,
He says, forcing himself to look annoyed.
say giving him your hand, “Let me help you up Dal.”
your hand and you pull him up half way before pushing him back into the mud,
causing it to go splashing everywhere, he curses and you continue laughing, at
this point you can’t tell if there’s tears streaming down your face or if its
rain, “What the fuck Y/N?!”
I’m sorry Dal, here, give me your hand, I actually help you up this time,” He
looks at you reluctantly, and tries to get up himself, but he slips again in
the process, “I promise I won’t let go this time Dally, trust me.”
hurry the fuck up?!” Sylvia says, getting annoyed.
doll, I’ll trust ya,” Dally takes your hand, and just as you’re about to pull
him up, he pulls you down instead, you cry out as you fall on top of him. He takes
advantage of your shock, and rolls you over so that you’re in the mud and he’s
on top of you, “But you shouldn’t
squeal as the mud surrounds you. You reach to the side and grab a handful of
it, quickly splashing it up into Dallas’ face.
bitch,” He growls playfully, before smearing some on you.
you’re real strong huh Dal?”
“I know I am
doll,” He smirks as you struggle under his grasp.
You say as Dally leans in, before you know what’s happening, Dally’s lips are a
meer inch away from yours. It’s finally
happening, I’ve been waiting for this moment for years. Your happiness is
short lived as Sylvia coughs; you’d forgotten about her.
“I’d hate to
interrupt, but this is disgusting and I’m leaving Dallas, if you want to you
can join me,” She says, before tiptoeing away.
grunts and pushes himself off you before helping you up, “Let’s go Y/N.”
after Sylvia she’s your girl, besides my house is close by, I’ll get there,”
You say, looking down. You’ve liked Dally for years, you’re one of the few
people who, unlike his girlfriend, can actually see the good in him, he’s not
just a sex tool for you, but of course, you’ve never had to guts to tell him.
I’m gonna drop you off first, she always does this,” He says rolling his eyes.
The two of
you continue to walk in silence, the only sound that can be heard is the sound
of your shivering and a few sneezes here and there. You hear a rustling next to
you and suddenly Dallas wraps his jacket around you, you look at him and raise
an eyebrow, “Look at you being a gentleman.”
“Do you want
the fucking jacket or not,” You stick out your tongue and the two of you
continue walking, trying to break the silence from time to time. You finally
get home only to realize that you are missing your keys, you mentally curse at
yourself, and spend the night at your neighbours’ house, the Curtis brothers.
Y/N, I’m gonna go now, g’night doll,” He leans in once again, before he
realizes what he’s doing, he saves himself by just going for an awkward hug.
You hold on for just a moment too long, taking in Dally’s scent. He eventually
pulls away, and walks off, leaving you in the Curtis’ yard.
You walk in
and see the brothers along with Johnny and Two-Bit sitting in the living room,
“Mind if I crash here boys?”
look at you as if you’re crazy, you look down and realize that you’re soaking
wet, covered in mud, and wearing Dally’s jacket, “Oh this? Let’s just say there
was a mishap on my way home.”
Dal’s jacket?” Two-Bit questions.
“Dally never gives anyone his jacket,” Johnny
says, smiling a little, this kid has always been trying to set the two of you
“So?” You say
before walking into the bathroom, you shut the door and finally let your smile
break out, as you cuddle yourself in Dally’s jacket. Maybe he does care about me!
A/N: *Please read* Finally another post!! K I know the
reader asked for a fluffy Dally imagine so I tried to make it as fluffy as
possible while staying true to Dally’s character, I obviously didn’t want to
make him seem soft or anything. Also DISCLAIMER, I never really liked Sylvia’s
character so I made her sound like a little bitch, but if you guys actually
liked her, don’t hate, just change up her name for the sake of this imagine and
pretend it’s about a different girl. ILSYM and I hope you liked it!
@pokemon95101 submitted: What if Wilford Warfstache is Mark’s imaginary friend from when he was little that got corrupted. Hear me out, he looks too nice and whimsical from the outside like he’s made for children yet he kills people? He has a speech impediment like Mark did when he was young, looks exactly like him but with a mustache you know ‘how all men should be’ or whatever. But he also seems to display some sort of femininity. If he’s an imaginary friend that means his power is only limited by his creator’s imagination which is why he never faces the consiquenses of the murders and never dies. That’s why he has so many fucking professions. What happens when your a kid you play pretend. ‘i wanna be a doctor, i wanna be this or that’ Warf can do that cause he’s just playing pretend
and the feminity shit? You’re a kid struggling with your identity you just like what you like and you experiment. Also, he started pretty early in Mark’s YouTube carrier being the oldest ego. This was the time when Mark’s creativity and imagination started really going again as he cranked out new ideas for content. ‘But how did he get curropted?’ you ask. Good question. When you grow up you forget about your imaginary friends. Warf didn’t like the fact that he was getting pushed aside and forgotten. Wilford was Mark’s imaginary friend. That means that Mark was his only friend, his best buddy. If Mark forgets about him then he has no one. So he starts lashing out as he becomes more real. And then Mark remembers him when the channel begins and he comes to life. Mark is delighted at first, (ever the sentimental type) he missed this old guy! But Wilf is different, more volatile, prone to violent outbursts but Mark rolls with the ideas that are coming along and eventually the fully fleshed character of Wilford Warfstache is born. He was one of Mark’s main sources of comfort through the hell that is puberty but people kept saying that he was too old to have an imaginary friend and that he should let Warf go, and eventually, he did. But Warf didn’t like this. I would love this theory to be true just cause of all the sappy ‘Wilford hanging with kid Mark and telling him it’ll be alright and hanging out with him and playing pretend’
Thank you btw! You’re super nice.
Warnings: light angst, Gaston/Luke Evans feels, FLUFF, etc.
A/N: This was an idea for a mini series! Which I am really excited for all of you to read!!
Summary: You have triplet older sisters, or usually known as the Bimbettes, Claudette, Paulette, and Laurette, you have an identical twin sister, Odette. Much to the older girl’s disposition, Gaston loves you. Your sisters will do anything to sabotage your true love by any means necessary.
It’s needless to say you never had it easy in life. You were the shadow of your sisters, even your twin sister, who is only older than you by nothing more than a few seconds. The only person who truly understood you was your father, who tragically passed away a little over a year ago. Unfortunately, your mother was just as bad as your sisters. Which only left you wondering who they could have contracted that from.
When their s/o sends them a pic of their newly pierced nipples and asks for a massage because they hurt
This was fun to write…I think I made it dirtier than it was supposed to be, but…I hope you still like it!
There’s a lot going on here. Let’s just put it that way. He’s barely holding it together. He will go through a myriad of emotions before settling on one. Junmyeon seems like a traditional type of guy, someone who is well put together, holds himself gracefully, and is otherwise usually unruffled. You sending him a picture of your naked upper body with the new bling is going to take his mind for a wild ride. At first, he’ll stare at the picture, frozen and trying to comprehend what he’s seeing, then his face will go red, his eyes will get real big and his jaw will probably drop. First comes surprise (probably shell shock), then it’s bewilderment. He’ll glance around to see where other people are. This picture is for him alone. There’s no way in hell he’s going to share this with anyone and god help the unfortunate soul that gets a peek. He’s going to wonder just what the hell you were thinking getting them pierced in the first place…but then the OTHER side of his brain kicks in and suddenly he’s very aroused. Mind you he hasn’t even really read the text you sent along with the picture. When he does, the whole process starts over again, only faster. By the time he reaches ‘holy shit that’s hot’, he’s empty inside. He can’t leave. He’s the leader. He has to stay until practice is over. You can bet he’ll push the guys harder, wanting to hurry up and get rid of the imperfections in their dance so they can all go home. Let’s just say, by the time he’s through the door, you had better not have a shirt on. “You’ve been very mischievous, Jagiyah. You’re going to have to pay for that.”
It takes him less time to get to aroused than Junmyeon. In fact, he read the text message and took in the picture all at the same time and now his brain is malfunctioning. Minseok has one hell of a poker face so you can bet that if he was out with the guys on a schedule or in the practice room/recording studio, they’ll be none the wiser. He’ll send you a scathing text back, warning you about being a bad girl/boy, before channeling his frustration into whatever he’s doing. He might even have to step into the bathroom if he has the time. You know, just to put himself back together ;). In any case, he’s not going to let this slide, just so you know. The second he gets home you’re going to regret sending such a risque picture and text. For some reason, I can see him being super into nipple piercings. Like he can live without them, but now that you have them, a whole new world has opened up in front of him. Now, if (and it’s a big if cuz, like, it’s Minseok) you weren’t in the mood for a little something something, because you’re actually in pain and not fucking with him, Minseok would be more than happy to comply with your earlier request. He’ll hold it against you the next time he gets you in the bedroom, though. It takes immense about of resolve to not ravish you right then and there. “You are such a naughty, naughty boy/girl. You are so lucky I love you.”
A bit of a warmup, a bit of a brainstorming session, a bit of a vent, and a bit of an experiment, perhaps, in writing Yellow and Blue Pearl, and an attempt at a take on them that might go a bit against the grain.
Warnings for discussions of objectification, slavery, and abuse - your standard Homeworld Is Horrible fare. ~1700 words.
time passes, the terror of the renegade pearl shifts and mutes into something
more like inconvenience and annoyance, or simple outrage at the impropriety of
the ideas contained in the very concept. A burst of widespread panic and fear
that once led to impressively high-ranking gems going embarrassingly pearlless
for a previously unthinkably long while turns instead into a quiet resentment.
One that only occasionally flares up, and only ever in private, between a pearl
and her owner, the true root of it mostly (and mostly deliberately) forgotten,
has seen it all happen, faithfully and obediently at her Diamond’s side. She
isn’t sure she could say, if asked, which of it was better and which was worse.
then, that nobody would ever think of asking her about much of anything.
Luckier still that even if the thought of bothering her occurred to someone, it
would be expressly dismissed by Yellow Diamond’s mere magnificent presence.)
won, after all. Thoroughly defeated the rebels - the conclusion a given from
the very onset, really. The uppity pearl got what was coming to her, as did the
dastardly Rose Quartz, as did every last tragically or disgustingly misguided
Gem in their entourage, as did their backwater planet. What better way to prove
who was in the right and who was in the wrong?
with enough time, a horror story becomes little more than a cautionary tale.
Pairing: Yoongi x reader Warnings: Stockholm syndrome, yandere?!Yoongi, toxic relationship, smutty~
When one night standing becames something more. When he calls you everyday. When you saw him staring at you everytime you went to the club. You thought he was behaving like a child and he would eventually let go, but it didn’t happen. Why didn’t you stop him when you had the chance? Now you were involved with someone you shouldn’t. For some reason, you didn’t feel like complaining.
Disclaimer: Please, don’t continue if you are a sensitive person to certain topics. I don’t pretend to offend anyone. This is all fictional, and please, don’t let anyone do this to you. If you suspect, you can talk to anyone. Get help. If you want, you can anonymously send me an ask. I repeat, this is all fictional. Keep reading with caution.
“Stockholm syndrome is a condition that causes hostages to develop a psychological alliance with their captors as a survival strategy during captivity.” the teacher made a long pause, but didn’t stop staring at the book. “but sometimes, the hostage can actually develop true feelings, not only as an actual strategy.”
You were, as usual, paying attention to the class. It was a part of your lesson, and you were interested in the topic. Everything about this topics was awesome to you; how the brain worked, why some people developed these kind of feelings. What caused it? You questioned everything. You were so submerged in your thoughts that you didn’t notice Jiwoo staring at you. To be honest, you didn’t even notice when she sat next to you. “Boo!” she scared you, and you jumped on your seat making her laugh her ass off. “Were you thinking about shit again?” You knew she was right, but you hit her arm playfully anyways. Jiwoo was your best friend since you arrived Korea. Since highschool, she introduced to you her group of friends, who warmly welcomed you. After some years you trusted in her more than anyone, and you told her everything that happened to you. Your dates, the boys you were with, who you wanted to fuck, who wanted to fuck you, everything, and so did her. She was like your sister and she never left you alone. “Are you going to the club tonight?” she asked, even though she knew the answer. When you opened your mouth to reply, she interrupted you; “of course you’re going. I’ll be there at 9.” and just like that, she left.
You weren’t sure if you wanted to. You always went to the club, every friday night. There was always someone you were interested in, and ever since your boyfriend broke up with you, you just followed the conversation with any person that seemed interested in you, and didn’t flirt back until they did first. It was something common for you. Making out with someone sometimes, dancing with someone you liked and then forgetting about it. You were a mature person, and it wasn’t a sin, right? After all, you didn’t play with the person’s feelings. Since the beggining you told them that it was only one night. You didn’t want feelings involved, you didn’t want anything serious, and everyone agreed, until last friday.
One week ago, you went to the club, as usual. Jiwoo drove you there, and when you entered, she started looking for her boyfriend; like usual. Everything was usual, it wasn’t strange, neither it was the first time. As usual, again, you sat on the couch of the dance club that was in the back, where people sat down to drink calmly, to smoke, to make out and get touchy or simply because, like you, didn’t feel like dancing. As soon as you entered the club, you saw your ex with his girl. He looked happy, and the girl was, of course, very pretty. He had his left arm wrapped on her waist and she was smiling, and your self steem dropped to the floor. You broke up with him because he made you feel unwanted. He didn’t compliment you, he was so submerged in his own work that he didn’t even see you. He didn’t have sex with you more than once; in your 6 month old relationship, and in all the years of friendship, he touched you only one time he got home drunk. You tried to understand him, until you discovered the reason behind his behavior wasn’t his work, but his sidechick. And there he was, happily hugging her. The asshole and the bitch together. You stared at the couple with wide eyes, tears aiming to spill out, but you watched at Jiwoo happilly. If she noticed how you were feeling, she would have to stay with you and you didn’t want that. She always put you before her boyfriend first, but it wasn’t a big deal. You broke up with him a long time ago, and she didn’t see her boy very often so you just let go. Sitting there, staring at everyone, arms crossed and a frown, you were trying not to cry or burn his house down. She was pretty, tall, and you were you. You didn’t feel like being with anyone today, not after what you saw.
Yoongi stared at you from the distance. He fell in love at first sight with you, you were gorgeous in his eyes. You always ended up with someone else, and it made his blood boil. He felt angry and he had to leave immediately before punching the guy in the face and scaring the hell out of you, discarding any chance he had with you. When he saw you sitting there, with a sad face, he had to approach you. Whatever had happened to you, whoever tried to touch you, he had to take action on the matter. He was nervous, though; he loved you from the first time he saw you and he didn’t want to fuck up, he didn’t want to be so crazy for someone that despises him. He sat next to you, without making any noise. He stared at you from that distance and he felt his heat rising up. Your face, your eyes, your hands, your hair, you fashion choices. Everything was perfect about you, but what wasn’t, was that you didn’t notice him. You were thinking so deeply that he had to sigh once, twice very loudly for you to see that he was sitting right next to you. He stared at the crowd, and you stared at him. You didn’t want to be with anyone, didn’t your face tell him so? You were about to tell him that you weren’t on the mood to fuck or kiss him or whatever he wanted to, until he opened his mouth. “So you hate clubs too, huh?” He knew you didn’t. He knew you loved coming here, he heard your contagious laugh and saw your smile everytime you stepped into the dance floor, excepting this one time of course. But what could he say? He didn’t want to look like a weirdo, that he knew he kinda was, and he had to disimulate. You sighed in relief. Apparently, he wasn’t direct nor he wanted to flirt right away. The anger disappeared a little bit. “Actually, I don’t. I just saw something horrible, and I’m here because I don’t feel like dancing or drinking…” you were honest. Why would you lie? He was a random stranger, yes, but you were used to make friends or talk with people about some kind of things. You were kind of an open person, and the fact that you saw your ex with the bitch he cheated on you with wasn’t a big deal neither. Yoongi felt his heartbeats rising, he heard your beautiful voice for the first time. But paying attention to your words, he actually got worried. There was something that was bothering you after all, someone did something to you or you felt bad because or something, so he just asked right away, shamelessly. “Really? What is it?” You stared at him and laughed nervously, and then stared back at the crowd. “Ah, it’s not a big deal. I saw my ex with the girl he cheated on me with.“ you made a pause. “She is pretty, so I kinda understand why he did it...” you made another long pause. Yoongi wanted to interrupt you, hold your hands and tell you that you didn’t have to think that way, and at the same time he wanted to kick that guy’s balls for not appreciating someone as gorgeus and so full of life like you; but he saw you were about to talk a little bit more, so he restrained. “My self steem kinda died a bit,” you laughed awkwardly, hidding that it hurt you. “so I just came here.” Yoongi wanted to talk, but when he opened his mouth, you interrupted him again. “What about you? Do you really not like clubs? Or are you as miserable as me?” and once again, you laughed sadly. He loved and hated that laugh so much. He loved how it sounded, but hated the fact that it hid so much pain. “Actually, I like clubs.” he lied. “But this time I just didn’t feel like drinking or dancing or anything, and my friends left me all by myself.” he lied again. He went the the club all by himself. His friends were calm and didn’t go out; he went there because, even though he hated clubs, he went once just to try and he saw you. He didn’t drink that much, he didn’t dance, he didn’t flirt or fuck around. He just entered there and observed you like a creep, hoping one day he could talk to you. “Ah, I see. So you’re not as miserable as me.” You said and smiled at him. You were happy to see that he didn’t seem like another fuckboy. He was really attractive, his voice was lazily beautiful, his hair was mint green and he looked like those boys from novels who are bad on the outside but are actually very soft on the inside; those boys on the books who were cold but loving. He was so surreal, you had to blink a million times to make sure your mind wasn’t playing a trick on you and made up a fake boy because of your low self-steem. “Don’t worry, you’re not miserable.” he added before you could continue hurting him without knowing. “It’s normal, it had happened to me,” he lied. His ex never cheated on him, he hadn’t had a girlfriend in six years. “but you have to forget about it. You seem very nice, so you shouldn’t worry. She is going to cheat on him anyways.” You laughed and Yoongi felt like his world was illuminated once again. He was nervous, mostly because he had to look for the right words to not scare you. If he flirted with you, or complimented your appearance, you would take it and flirt back, and then you’d hook up, and then you would forget about him like you did with every guy. He didn’t want that. He wanted to know you, to be with you, he didn’t want you to be with anyone else. He wanted you to himself, and the only way was acting like a friend, not like a fuckboy or a flirty random stranger who wanted to bang. But when you stared at him once again with flirty eyes, he dropped everything. He stared back at you, right into your eyes; he couldn’t resist. He knew it was wrong. He knew he didn’t have to. He knew the plan was failing, but when it was about you, you drove him insane; and it happened. After two hours of conversating, of drinking one beer between the two, the atmosphere changed completely. He was a nice guy, interesting. He told you about him; Min Yoongi. a 24 years old who liked to compose and was born in Daegu. He moved to Seoul to follow his dreams six years ago. Slowly, you became much more touchy. When you laughed, you placed your hand on his thigh, and he didn’t stop you. Slowly you forgot about your ex and just invited him to the dance floor, and he agreed. He didn’t like dancing, but how could he reject you? Even if you hit him, kicked him, stab him, he would still be crazy for you. What started like an innocent dance became so much more. Yoongi forgot about the plan completely, his hands now running through your body, cupping your cheeks, slowly leaning down to kiss your lips. His lips were soft, the kiss was gentle. When realization hit him, he couldn’t stop. Not when you were already in his apartment, moaning his name, not when he was enjoying so much being inside you, touching your body, kissing your lips, hearing that the sounds that your mouth were making were because of him, because of what he was doing. Not when you were his already; at least for one night. He slowly took off your clothes, he was the most gentle person you’ve met. Since your ex broke up with you, you didn’t sleep with anyone. You only kissed one boy per night, sometimes they got touchy, but this guy was so smooth. He didn’t have to compliment you or your appearance until things got heated up, and still, he had you on his feet. His dirty talk was the best. You couldn’t resist it. He was the best experience you’ve had and he was so gentle, yet so passionate at the same time. He touched you and made love to you like if he was afraid of hurting you, breaking you. Like if you were precious to him. How his fingers grazed gently your skin, your lips, how good he kissed you. Everything was magical. You had one, two, three orgasms in one night, and you saw he enjoyed it a lot too. You cuddled, his arms hugged you tightly and he hid his face on your neck. But when he woke up, you were gone. Oh god, he wanted to hit himself. He wanted to turn back time and at least ask for your address, now he had to wait until next friday. What if you didn’t want to see him? What if it really was just one night and now you forgot about him? He tried to resist, but since he had your number, he couldn’t avoid the temptation. It was wrong, you were going to hate him, but he couldn’t be rational anymore.
When he called the first time, you both talked for half an hour. When he called the second time, he asked how you were doing. When he called for the third time, you started to get scared. He didn’t get the message? You enjoyed it, but you didn’t want to develop feelings for someone that probably slept around with everyone. Yoongi wasn’t like that; but you didn’t know. You started suspecting that he didn’t call to fuck again, but simply to talk to you. It hurt you, rejecting him like that, because he was interesting. But you knew about that; you fucked him two hours after you met him, he probably did that with every girl. You didn’t want to remind yourself about the past. You wanted a normal relationship, where your partner doesn’t cheat on you. After all, you saw him every friday. You didn’t pay attention to him, but what was he doing there if he wasn’t fucking around? Of course he was. He was a man. He slept with you, he could sleep with anyone else. He probably was just a flirt. Oh, but were you wrong.
You started declining every call, not daring to block his number. It drove Yoongi crazy, he missed you so much, and he fucked up. Now he was regretting his life choices. If he didn’t call you more than four times, maybe he still would have a chance: but he didn’t stop. He wanted to hear your voice. He went to the club every night, hoping to see you there, to talk to you, even if he knew you had to attend college. He knew. But he didn’t care. He started to get obsessive over it. You were clouding his mind day and night, and all he thought about was you. He didn’t recognize that feeling; he wasn’t like that with anyone, specially girls. Not since it broke his heart leaving his ex girlfriend behind to chase his dream; and ironically, the work he was doing, his “dream” was interrupted by the thought of you.
That’s why you didn’t know. That’s why you weren’t sure of it, what it you saw him there? After he did love to you, after you enjoyed it so much, after all his calls, you couldn’t just stare at him like if nothing happened. But you couldn’t tell Jiwoo, she was such a mom. Her boyfriend wouldn’t want to switch clubs, after all, he worked there. Your friends were there too, they would have to switch just because you were scared of a fuckfriend you had for once? It was ridiculous. After being scared for a whole afternoon, you decided to get ready and go there anyways. If you saw him, you were to flirt with some random boy for some minutes until he got the message and drop it. But, once again, you were wrong.
What are harry and bubbles up to? Can we get a little blurb 😏😏😏😏
“Why do they care what kind of jam we buy from Tesco?” you whined, glancing over your shoulder at the group of paparazzi that had been snapping photos of you and Harry since leaving his house earlier this morning. Foolishly, you had thought they’d leave you be when they saw how mundane your plans were for the day, but alas they continued to snap away.
“S’not about the jam,” Harry muttered, keeping his head low as he reached out for you and tucked you close to his side as you trekked through the carpark. “C’mere, stay close to me.” He placed a kiss to the top of your head, disguising it with a sharp look over his shoulder to ensure the offending privacy-invaders were keeping their distance.
An official announcement about Harry’s relationship with you had yet to come out, and it probably never would. Which you were fine with, to be honest; just because he was in the public eye didn’t mean every facet of his personal life needed to be broadcast across all the news stations and published in every paper.
Lack of announcement didn’t keep speculation at bay, in fact, it probably was a major factor in the number of articles full of fallacies and hordes of paps that never seemed to let you out of their sight. But as long as it didn’t interfere with your relationship, or the happiness you and Harry shared, what did it matter if few camera flashes and rumors swirled about?
“Really, Haz,” you continued. “What if I were buying tampons? Would they want a shot of that?”
“Undoubtedly,” he chuckled.
“Then they’d turn it into some stupid story of how you’re impotent. Harry Styles - The Seed is Lacking - Unable to Impregnate –”
Why am I always thinking of altean Lance, I mean IT LOOKS that it perfectly suits him! And it could explain the wormhole in the first episode of season 1. I mean *sighs* dreams of a fangirl...
I am not a fan of altean!Lance, and let me tell you why.
Lance is canon Cuban. He is a PoC and is representation for a very underserved community in entertainment. And when we finally get some interesting latinx representation, you guys want to take it away.
That would be like saying that Lance’s Cuban-ness was just a mask, something pretend, something to be in the interim before returning to his “““true””” Altean self, and I am not comfortable with that at all. It delegitimizes his actual real earth culture.
Another big problem with this is that why is there a hyperfixation on Altean Lance? And the answer is because he has dark skin and is skinny. Why isn’t anyone asking about Altean!Hunk? You know why. Also I really really loathe the mentality that fandom can take where dark skin = Altean. Like Coran is proof that Alteans come in all colors. So why are you trying to throw away the culture of the dark skinned characters? Why not Altean!Pidge? That could be interesting. The Holts being Altean. Or Altean Shiro??
So I would much prefer Lance not be Altean in canon. In fact, on the minuscule chance he turns out to be, I will probably be angry.
For fanon and AUs, I feel similarly. FanFiction is a great way to explore cool ideas, and exploring an Altean!Lance could have the potential to be interesting. Before I talk about this, I want to clarify. Within the popular Altean!Lance fics and AUs, there is two main camps. One is where Lance has secretly been Altean during the events of the show. The other are AUs where Everybody’s-an-Alien. I am completely fine with Altean!Lance AUs where everybody’s an alien. Like Keith is Galra and Hunk is also Altean and Pidge is a cyborg or however you want to slice it. Those are cool, because they shift the position of all the characters, not just Lance.
But the problem is the former. I literally have never seen an Altean!Lance fic that was set where Lance is Altean the whole time he’s in Voltron that also isn’t racist. Because these fic writers pay absolutely zero attention to the Cuban part of Lance, and focus on Altean. Which is so backwards because Voltron has zero world-building. Literally none. It’s actually a pet peeve of mine. There literally is no Altean culture. We have yet to see any sort of consistent behavior or actions that could constitute a culture. On the other hand, we have an actual, real, in this world culture, that is beautiful and intricate and interesting yet which one do these fic writers choose to focus on?
I have already said that I would be willing to read an Altean!Lance fic set in the Voltron universe if it wasn’t racist. I’m not saying all Altean!Lance fics are bad or racist, cause that’s not true. It’s just there’s been a lot of subliminal anti-latinx sentiment in this fandom and I am not on board with that, especially not for fanon.
Turtles react to being able to go to Japan. Like actually see sights and stuff. :3
Love love LOVE this request. I’ll do the best I can, with my limited knowledge on Japan, so bare with me.
Kind of sort of just wrote this like… what they’d want to do there. And let’s pretend that society accepts these precious beans into public. Thanks!
“I…actually get to… go to… JAPAN?!”
Leo would definitely be hyped. To be able to go to the birthplace of ninjutsu? To see his father’s home country, to experience the nation where the Hamato Clan began? It was a dream come true - and one step closer to achieving the title of a true ninja (though, as we all know, ninjas are hard to come by in these modern times, even in Japan). He’d want to visit the temples, learn new ways of meditation from Zen monks, and spend his days hiking, enjoying the scenery of cherry blossoms and the natural beauty of the country,
Leo boi is very in touch with his spiritual side, and he wants to feed it on this trip.
“Finally, a change of scenery.”
Anywhere outside the city limits is a refreshing change for Raphael – a trip that happens to land him in Japan is an added bonus. Little known secret about our favorite temperamental turtle - he LOVES manga. Sailor Moon is his favorite. So, while he wasn’t touring Tokyo and attempting to pick up the hot Japanese ladies (always had a thing for those alluring Asian chicks), he’d sneak off to one of the many manga cafes, indulging in his unlikely hobbies and even ducking into Nakano Broadway (a mall, specializing in anime goods).
Hey, his collection of action figures and comics weren’t limited to just action and horror. A good anime twist is much appreciated by him.
“Man, the spas must be great over here…”
We all know our Genius Beb could use some much-needed down time. Sure, Donnie will have already planned out an elaborate travel schedule of places to visit: Miraiken (the National Museum of Emerging Science and Innovation), NTT InterCommunications Center, Vstone Robot Center, the technical works. But you can be sure he’s going to set aside some time to check out the onsen: AKA, natural hot springs. If he happens to visit during winter, he’ll choose the Manza Onsen – a hot spring on the snow-covered slopes of Mount Shirane.
Imagine our favorite brainiac unwinding after a long day of exploring museums, settling into the hot water with a languid sigh, his breath visible in the cool air~
“Rub-a-dub-dub, ready for some Japanese grub!”
It’s obvious what Mikey will be most attracted to during his visit overseas. Murakami’s will always have his heart, but being in a country with such a diverse and delicious cuisine? He’s allowed to cheat a little, right? Michelangelo will hit all the best spots in Tokyo, most likely spending ¾ of his budget on the fine meals. You name it, he’ll eat it. Sushi, ramen, yakitori, Wagashi and green tea, some authentic umeshu (plum wine). His mouth will be stuffed the entire trip.
Most likely, he will have gained more than a few pounds by the time they leave. Though, with his extensive training and built form, he can afford a bit of weight gain.
So has Lucifer gone back to womanising again? No wonder Chloe moves on from him.
I’m sorry for the delay to answer this. Different time zones, still a bit sleepy but let’s see…
Lucifer is who he is and Chloe knows that. He is a man who sleeps casually with a lot of women and men, does drugs, will bend the law for his own benefit and rough up some suspects in order to solve a case. From all the above Chloe has confronted him only for the suspects in 2x09. Afterwards, we can also see Lucifer asking her to make her mind on whether he will “persuade” the suspects in front of her or behind her back. She was not happy…
In short, Chloe doesn’t care. Lucifer never committed to her emotionally with the actual words so when he backed down from their thing she just decided to start pretending that the thing never existed. At the same time, we have to remember that what Lucifer believes about Chloe not having a choice might actually be a little bit true but with a twist.When you love someone (romantically or as a friend) and I mean love fiercely it is very difficult to let them go. Don’t get into the notion of romantic love just yet though. This is not about how the movies do it although it is a tv show.
Lucifer explores humanity and human emotions and as we all grow up we realise that there are some people who we can not let go. We love them despite their flaws and Lucifer as far as Chloe knows he deserves to be loved. He is a kind and honourable man despite his wickedness, his childish behaviour and yes his sexual escapades.So Chloe will move on because if you have not read it yet, Marcus offers to Chloe what Lucifer does not. Marcus seems to have all Lucifer’s positive qualities but none of his bad ones.
Additionally, Chloe still has Daddy issues. It’s no wonder she fell for Dan. He was a cop, Marcus is a cop and the best part? Marcus will not be afraid to romantically pursue her. Lucifer has issues which he cannot conquer just yet and as such in a sense despite being jealous he will not be emotionally available but will certainly be emotionally shuttered.
Finally, Lucifer returns to his ways because he tries to prove that he is still the Devil, he regresses to what is familiar and comforting for him. You can not fault him for that nor for the fact that he likes sex. Sex is again comforting for him. In 2x11 we realised that Lucifer was seeing sex as a form of connection and perhaps intimacy. No, he does not know what intimacy is but still, he craves it, and he craves to have the approval and make an impact on the lives of others only to fail miserably. So now he goes back to what he knows. With Chloe being Dad’s pawn in his mind he can no longer seek comfort from Chloe actively aside from actually being her investigation partner.
So, in conclusion, Chloe moving on is not in order to punish Lucifer for being sexually active with other women, although I believe it will bother her, it’s a way to stop gravitating herself around him. Chloe is in love with him but with no way to act on that and with a guy who has all your love’s best qualities it will be easy to get tempted and perhaps even have a slight crush on Marcus. Yet just because you like apples it doesn’t mean that you don’t have a favourite variety or that you will throw out the whole sack just for a few spoils in the bottom. Meaning, Lucifer is unique and yes is damaged, and yes he sleeps around, but he does not cheat.
Lucifer tries to survive and Chloe has to do the same with Marcus. Survive I mean. But surviving is never living.Deckerstar is living.
Before you read this you must know that I don’t intend to offend anyone in anyway. This is solely my opinion, if you don’t feel like reading it move on…..
Eddsworld, its great and a lot of people love it, but the fandom, it’s shit.
Everything that this fandom has done has effected the Eddsworld crew in so many negative ways.
Harassment, why the actual fuck do you think that in anyway, shape, or form, is ok? Jesus, you people are even harassed Matt’s wife….WHAT DID SHE DO TO DESERVE THAT?!? Come on you guys…..this is why Eddsworld lost Paul and Patryck, and because of that ship….
You know what lets talk about ships now. Shipping is okay but you’ve got to understand you can’t SHIP THE ACTUAL PEOPLE!! That is sick, it’s wrong. You’ve got to remember that these are REAL people, they are not some toys you can throw around.
No on deserves to be attacked by fans!
Stop pretending things are going to get better, you can’t sit idly by and watch it fall to pieces, we must unite as a true fandom and give Eddsworld and Matt the respect that they deserve. Because if we don’t, Eddsworld could very well stop spinning……
Think about what you do in this fandom, make the right choices, stand up and start something good….Help Eddsworld keep spinning, because it damn well needs help and support……along with Matt. Protect the legacy that is Eddsworld.
Harry doesn’t really hate a lot of things. In fact, he rather thinks that the word ‘hate’ on its own is too strong of a word to say to someone, anyone. But one thing he does hate, is leaving her. Because leaving her means lonely nights he’s got to spend in a hotel room staring up at the ceiling. Leaving her means going months on end with out her touch, her smell, her lips. Leaving her is leaving his best friend.
So to no surprise, Harry’s at a bar a few blocks down from the hotel, hoping the second drink will settle the emptiness he feels in his tummy. Doesn’t really help because when Harry drinks, he gets very touchy, whether it be holding a hand or having his arm around someone. And not having Y/N’s waist to rest his hand on is really making this all the more difficult. All he can do at the moment is run his fingers through his hair, his rings cold at his scalp.
He doesn’t really know why he gets likes this. Well actually, that’s not true, he does, he just doesn’t want to admit it. Harry’s always had a bit of bad luck with relationships. Especially when it’s hard to tell whether whatever girl he’s dating is dating him because he’s Harry, or because he’s Harry Styles. It’s already hard enough making friends because of it, let alone having a genuine relationship.
Least to say, Harry really likes Y/N. He likes that she listens to him. Actually listens, not just pretends and nods her head but rather she asks questions and seems genuinely interested. He likes how she smells of vanilla in the winter and strawberries in the summer. She swears it’s her body washes, but Harry likes to think it’s her natural scent. But more than anything, Harry likes her because he can be himself around her. And because Harry likes her, he can’t bring himself to tell her how he feels and risk losing their friendship.
“Oi, Harry! Brought you out to have fun, not so you can mope around.” Niall’s comment doesn’t really phase him any. He doesn’t think he can have much fun when he’s missing her, or the fact that his head is spinning a bit. Not because of the alcohol, but because for some odd reason, just thinking about Y/N had him faintly inhaling a scent of vanilla.
“Sorry, mate. M'not feeling it.” Even if he wanted to he couldn’t get into it because it’s 11 p.m and Y/N has yet to answer his text. And yeah, he knows it’s sort of late and she’s probably asleep, but he thought maybe, just maybe she would be awake and she would answer his text with a call and hearing her voice would make him feel better.
All Niall can do is pat his friend on the back and leave him be, because when Harry gets like this only Y/N can cheer him up.
One last look at his phone, at her contact picture, has him slamming his pint down, waving bye to the guys and heading out where the cold air hits him.
He doesn’t need to think about it twice as he reaches his car and drives off, doing his best to keep his speed at city limit. The only thing good about being in this city tonight is being a few away from Y/N. So yeah, he doesn’t think about it twice because he’ll be heading out to a different state tomorrow and he won’t be able to do this then.
His hands grip the steering wheel as he gets closer, but none the less he feels himself getting more relaxed. When the building comes into view and the clock reads 12:03 a.m, his heart feels relieved.
Each step up to her floor seems lighter, his boots hitting the concrete at a fast pace and he can’t believe he’s about to do this. Surprisingly, there is no doubt in his mind about it, telling her, finally. Whatever happens right? He’ll put it out there, hope for the best, and the rest is up to her. Harry’s just really wishing all goes well, because he doesn’t think he can handle rejection from her, anyone but her.
Maybe telling her will lessen his heartache of missing her every time he leaves because at least then she’ll know he’s thinking of her always. With one look at the door, he reaches his hand out in a fist to knock on it.
It’s not long till the door is being opened, his lips pulling up to a smile.
“Hi,” her voice small, tired, knuckles at her eyes.
He breathes out before taking a step in and engulfing her in his arms.
Sometimes I really ask myself what kind of people the antis are...I mean, I don't ship Jonsa or whatever but if it became canon instead of Jonerys it would never even OCCUR to me to go and spread theories about them not really loving eachother or attack people for shipping incest and rejoycing over their ship sailing? I mean it's not our decision what becomes canon so why hate on us? We're being flamed for enjoying a show basically :( Sorry for ranting but I couldn't help it, Antis make me sad;;
No problem darling I understand. I hate all of the negativity in the Game of Thrones fandom. I’ve gotten over it honestly because I really don’t care what they say at this point but I know it really bothers some others and it makes me upset to see other shippers hurt by them. I don’t ship J*nsa but I’m a firm believer of ship and let ship and I understand that different people ship different things and I’m so happy that people are able to find happiness in whatever they ship. And I know that lots of those shippers are wonderful and they’ve had to deal with their share of negativity too. So I want to say up front that I don’t condemn the J*nsa fandom; just the antis.
We just can’t listen to anyone who accuses us of shipping incest. Incest isn’t a good thing, but we have to accept that this is a different time and a different world, where it’s perfectly normal (and let me just point out that throughout history there was plenty of intermarrying among royals too).
Exactly. I guess I’m just not creative enough to come up with such an elaborate explanation for why my ship is actually going to be canon lol. And these theories that antis come up with (particularly the one about Jon betraying Dany and just pretending to be in love with her) aren’t true to the characters that we’ve gotten to know for the last seven seasons. I feel sorry for people who are so bitter about our ship sailing that they have to work so hard to deface the characters and tear down our ship. But we don’t have to let them. We don’t have to listen to them or believe them. Jonerys is canon and we should enjoy it. Lots of ships get hate, but Jonerys gets a lot of it unfortunately.
I don’t care if you don’t ship Jon and Dany together. That’s fine. But it upsets me when people use rival ships to tear down other characters. Can’t we at least be respectful of other characters? Like, Sansa is one of my favorite characters. I want her to be happy. I just don’t ship her with Jon. That doesn’t mean that I think she’s mean or want her dead.
But then I guess I shouldn’t be surprised-I think a lot of it stems from the unreasonable amount of hate there is for Dany. And there are some people who just really don’t want to see her happy. It must be tiring to watch a show with a main character that you hate so much ugh. I know I wouldn’t, and I certainly wouldn’t flame people for it.
Keep your chin up! And never feel bad for shipping what you ship. You’re not alone-there are quite a lot of us Jonerys shippers, especially after the finale, and we’re all in this together. Feel sorry for the antis and all the hate in their lives lol. It sounds exhausting.
You’re in a great place, with great people-and I feel sorry for people who can’t separate that from a fictional tv show.
idk why the hell ppl asks you to write sad stuff about the guys. like, what happened to them wasn't sad enough to you goddamn masochists?? I just want to read happy stuff, it tears me apart to read things were Dyl cry. btw, I love your blog, I love your blurbs, I love ur writing <33 could you write a blurb talking about little things dylan would do to his shorter girlfriend? idk if you got my point but its ok lol bye thanks <3
hi bby!! I think the main thing is that when people are hurting they wanna be able to relate to someone else! and a lot of people in the tcc find comfort in Eric and Dylan and see themselves in them, so having them written into the same situation offers a feeling of… not alone-ness? ya know what I mean? it hurts to think about them suffering, yes, but a lot of people sometimes feel isolated with their mental issues and it’s just comforting to think that the boys would understand it.
that’s not to say you’re wrong or anything for wanting only happy stuff! because there’s also the viewpoint of they were sad, we’re sad, everyone has been sad enough already so why not write them into happy situations and forget about the bad stuff for a while? both sides make sense and neither one is “wrong” or “right”, I think they’re just different ways to cope!
anyways, onto the blurb!!
• he’d act like kind of a dick sometimes and not lean down when you wanted a kiss n make u struggle to reach him
• resting his arm on top of ur head while talking to friends
• pointing at two things side by side that are drastically different sizes and saying “hey look it’s us” ((like big trees and saplings, a large bird beside a small one, pics of animals with their babies, little cars parked beside big trucks, etc))
• pretending like he can’t hear you from “way down there”
• sometimes actually not being able to hear you
• piggy!! back!! rides!!!
• calling u things like “shortstack” or “shrimp” (in a joking manner ofc)
• holding you from behind and resting his chin on your head
• letting u wear his shirts and they’re so big they fit u like a dress
• holding things above ur head and making u give him a kiss before giving them back