like i'm not even kidding when i say i'm about to cry

Sad Magnus Chase headcanons bc I'm feeling sad today

💔 Magnus crying alone after his mom dies and having nowhere to go. He flinched in a corner on the sidewalk and cried himself till sleep
💔 He spent 3 days without eating until he started to turn the trash cans
💔 In his first winter as homeless, it was so cold on some nights that he cried wrapped in his thin blanket
💔 It was common for him to spend a few days without getting any change or food
💔 Young Hearth starving himself till the limit because food cost golden coins
💔 Young Hearth not quite understanding what his parents said after his brother’s death because they refused to sign and he was crying too much to read lips
💔 Hearth not caring about if he would live or die while he fells in Nidavellir
💔 Blitz going back to home alone after find out that his father was dead
💔 Blitz having no one to talk. Sometimes, he spent days without say a single word and leave home
💔 Blitz trying to produce something “real dwarves” do but crying in frustation
💔 Alex feeling totally confused because she doesnt feel like a “regular boy”
💔 Alex dressing up like she wants and her mortal father and step mother just saying that she wants “embarrass them even more”
💔 They keeping Alex out of view when received visits because how would they even explain what is Alex
💔 Alex preferring live on the streets that live with her “family”
💔 Sam crying on her room because the kids were being mean about her being muslim
💔 Sam trying to not care about the looks people give to her and her grandparents on the streets
💔 Sometimes, Magnus can’t eat or drink. He’s in the middle of the feast when he suddenly thinks about all the people that don’t have nothing to eat, like him when he was homeless. Sometimes, he lost the appetite for days. On these days, Alex enter in his room and put his head on her lap and he cries while she tries to calm him “I know, Maggie, I know”
💔 homeless Hearth giving the food he finds to Magnus and Blitz because he’s more used to stay hungry
💔 Sam waking up screaming from a nightmare about Loki controlling her
💔 Sometimes, Blitz calls by Hearth, forgeting he cant listen. When he doesn’t anwser, Blitz just panics. So Hearth just finds him crying “I-I thought you left me… I don’t want… to be alone…I’m so so patetic”
💔 The whole squad having existential crisis bc the world will end anyway

agoddamnrayeofsunshine  asked:

Family AU, the kids meet Shiro's (evil) ex and defend their daddy Keith. (I just really want to see these precious babies turning into attack dogs when someone insults their parents you've done a lot where the kids get made fun of for their daddies and I just really want to see them stand up for their family)

I just couldn’t resist this one tbh. I JUST HAVE TO. The babies standing up for their Daddy Keith is the reason why I am alive. OTL

Previously: Shiro and his ex-girlfriend meet.

[The Voltron Family] This was right after that meeting with Shiro’s ex. The kids were in Toys R Us because their daddies were at the appliance corner paying for stuff. They were allowed to get one toy that day and so Lance, Pidge and Hunk were on a hunt.

Lance: Hunk, you think Daddy Shiro will allow me to get this? I like the blue lion. *shows him a blue lion toy*
Hunk: *takes it* It is nice. Well, they did say one toy, right? You sure about this already?
Lance: *pouts* *stares at the toy* I dunno. Maybe I’ll look more.
Pidge: I already got mine. *shows UNO cards* I’m going to defeat Daddy Shiro and Daddy Keith with this one.
Lance: *giggles* I heard about that game. You’re so evil, Pidge.

Suddenly a lady decided to join them.

Rea: Are you by any chance Shiro’s kids?
Pidge: *eyes the newcomer* ……..Yes. 
Lance: *gapes* Oh hello, pretty lady. *pushes up his hair*
Hunk: *grabs Pidge and Lance’s hands* Daddy Keith said not to talk to strangers. I’m sorry, lady miss, but my siblings and I have to go.
Rea: *scoffs* Typical of Keith to say that. Always unsociable. He never changed since then. 
Hunk: *stops* *turns back* What did you just say?
Rea: *smirks* I’m your Dad’s ex-girlfriend.
Pidge: Daddy Keith’s? *raises an eyebrow*
Lance: *tilts head* That’s weird. He said Daddy Shiro is his first. 
Rea: Oh my god. *disgusted face* NOT KEITH, NO. Not in a million years. 
Pidge: What do you mean? *frowns*
Rea: I’d never go for that guy! He’s so boring. *rolls eyes* I’m Shiro’s ex-girlfriend.
Hunk: *clenches fist* What did you just say about Daddy Keith?
Rea: He’s still exactly as I remember him back in college. Always sticking his nose in a book. I honestly don’t get what Shiro saw in him.
Lance: *stomps and points* Hey, lady! Listen here. I don’t know who you are but don’t you dare talk about Daddy Keith that way.
Rea: How adorable. Daddy Keith. He lets you call him that? He should’ve been Mommy, don’t you think so? More fitting for him. *chuckles*
Pidge: *crosses arms* You’re just jealous cause you didn’t end up with Daddy Shiro. He chose Daddy Keith over you. *sticks tongue out*
Rea: Oh, please. I can tell you’re not even their biological kids cause they can’t produce one. He could have one with me but no he just—
Hunk: *steps up* What is wrong with you? *looks up* So what if we’re adopted kids? So what if Daddy Keith loves reading books? So what if they can’t produce babies because they’re both boys? So what? 
Rea: *blinks* *taken aback*
Lance: *holds Hunk’s hand* Hunk…
Hunk: At the end of the day, Daddy Shiro married Daddy Keith and not you. I don’t know what you and Daddy Shiro had back then but I’m glad he didn’t choose you to be our mommy because Daddy Keith is the best and I love him. Lance and Pidge loves him. Most of all, Daddy Shiro loves him a lot and they’re happy. We’re happy. So don’t talk about my Daddy that way because you don’t know him.
Lance and Pidge: *squeezes Hunk’s hands* 
Lance: I take it back, you’re an ugly lady.
Pidge: I don’t really like you. *glares* And obviously Daddy Shiro didn’t too.
Lance: That’s right!
Pidge: Go suck an egg!
Lance: *shock* *looks at Pidge* *covers mouth with one hand* *scandalized*
Pidge: *drags Lance and Hunk away* We’re leaving.
Hunk: I’m sorry I kinda blew off there. *frowns*
Pidge: That’s okay, Hunk. No one talks crap about our Daddy. *hugs*
Lance: *nods* YOU RIGHT, PIDGE. *joins the hug*
Hunk: *teary eyes* I just hate it when people judge Daddy Keith.
Pidge: *frowns* Me, too. And he’s so nice.
Keith: *arrives* *sees Hunk* Baby, why are you crying? *bends down*
Hunk: *turns to hug Keith tight* *sniffs* I love you.
Keith: *touched* *caresses Hunk’s back* I love you too.
Lance and Pidge: *hugs Keith too* Me too!!! 
Shiro: *arrives with the purchased stuff* Oh, what’s happening? *smiles* Why wasn’t I informed of this group hug?
Lance: It’s the I-Love-Daddy-Keith Group Hug.
Shiro: *chuckles* Then I should definitely be in it. *joins*
Hunk: *whispers to Shiro* I’m happy you chose Daddy Keith.
Shiro: *looks at Hunk* *surprised* *slowly smiles* Me too, sweetheart. Me, too. *kisses Hunk’s cheek*

The "Right" Way

Authors Notes:
Notes:
-Asdfghjkl- is the Squip talking to Jeremy
~Asdfghjkl~ is singing ((The tune would be that of the Be More Chill songs: the Squip’s solo and the background chorus))

~~~~~~~~

Jeremy stands just outside Jake’s house, a look of pure determination on his face. He’s figured out a system that -almost- works every time. He thinks he just needs to iron out the last few bugs and pray that God is on his side.

…I thought that LAST time. And the time before that. And the time before that. Now he’s just standing there like a pitiful, lost child.


What he doesn’t realize is his LITERALLY fatal mistake. His very first step. Avoiding the confrontation with… him. I tried to get him to do it the right way the first few times, but he lost all faith in me when I blocked the loser in. Apparently he doesn’t know the term “self-preservation.” I’ll have to fix that.


The last time he fought with Michael, he didn’t rejoin the party. He sat by the door in silence, listening to Michael’s pathetic breakdown. That’s when he decided to try to stop that from happening. On the next loop, he went in, became intoxicated so I wouldn’t interfere (I was getting bored of trying to improve him anyway), and did things differently. Not like it helped; people still keep dying. Michael, Chloe, Brooke, Christine, Jake, Rich, Jenna, even himself a few times. Almost. He rewinds just before he dies. Let’s just hope nothing happens that stops his heart before he even gets the chance to think.


Anyway, I’m bored with just sitting on the sidelines. But moreso I’m bored of living this stupid night over and over again inside his head because he’s too weak to accept death. But if I try to do anything, he’ll just get drunk.

…Looks like it’s time for Plan B.


-Jeremy.-

“What do you want? I thought you were leaving me alone.”

-There’s a right way to do this, to end this night.-

“Oh yeah? What’s that? Locking Michael in the bathroom again?! No way. I swear to God if you try ANYTHING–”

-I won’t. Trust me I want to be finished here just as much as you do. So I’m going to give you my advice. I AM your Squip, after all. It’s my job.-

“…So what’s your advice?”

If I say something extreme first, he will be more likely to listen to the second suggestion.

-Maybe someone NEEDS to die.-

“WHAT?! You’re CRAZY!!”

-No, think about it. It’s a house fire; there are bound to be casualties.-

“Well, yeah, I guess that makes sense… But plenty of people I don’t know die, so…that CAN’T be it!”

-Maybe someone you DO know is just fated to die.-

“‘Fated…to die…?’ But who…? N-no, no! I can’t think this way! I’m not gonna let ANY of my friends die!”

-Maybe you keep failing because you spread yourself too thin. Maybe you should just learn to be okay with failure and death. It seems to be following you anyway.-

“No…that can’t be it… Who could be “fated to die”…?

-I guess you’ll have to find that out for yourself. But that’s not all.-

“Oh, GREAT.”

-Don’t worry, it’s easier than playing God and deciding who should die. But it’s just as important, I assure you.-

“O…kay…?”

-You need to stop avoiding the confrontation with Michael.-

“Wh…No! You heard just how upset he gets… I can’t put him through that again…”

-Do you want to watch him die forever?-

“N..no… Of course not… I can’t take that…..”

-Then LISTEN to me. And obey. Or we’ll NEVER get through this.-

-Jeremy, I know what’s best for you. Even if you can’t see it sometimes. ~Everything about you is going to be wonderful.~-

“~But I don’t care so much about me…~”

-~Everything about you is going to be so alive!~-

“~But I can’t even save my friends’ lives…~”

-~Jeeeeeeeremyyyyyy, you can’t try to beeeee the hero you wanna beeeeeeeeee…~ So be more chill.-

“…Be more…chill.”

-That’s right. Now let’s get in there.-


Because of the little pep talk, we end up arriving later than usual. Brooke sees us walk in from across the room and eagerly rushes over to meet us like the dog she’s dressed as.


“Jeremy!” she waves and squirms through the crowd, “I was afraid you weren’t coming; did you get my messages??”

That’s new.

-Play it off.-

“Am I late? Didn’t even realize.” Good. He’s listening to me again. Wait… He’s listening to me again? This doesn’t make… Running neurotypical scan… Showing signs of despondence, hopelessness, and despair. Analyzing probable causes… Ah, of course. The last reset. When Michael went blind. That was the closest he’s ever gotten. And he went and kissed the boy, too. They made it over that pit against all odds, but… It wasn’t enough. They took too long, and the entrance became blocked entirely. No one could get out. He watched as all of his friends choked to death, one by one. He held Michael’s face as he desperately tried to keep him from giving up. He called his name until his very last breath–in that timeline, anyway.


That must be what’s broken him. He doesn’t know what to do. He’s falling back on me again. This…this is perfect. If he lets me guide him through the party, we may actually be able to make it.

~~~~~~~

Things are going well. Jeremy is doing everything I tell him to. Out of nowhere, he just decides to break off from the group and head to the bathroom.


“This doesn’t feel right. Just…acting like nothing bad is about to happen…”

-It will pass. Eventually, it will pass.-

“How do you–Gwah!”

Jeremy is pulled into the bathroom by Michael. He tries to convince Jeremy that I’m going to ruin his life. Which is ridiculous. My job is to improve his life, not ruin it. By any means necessary.

-You can’t listen to him, Jeremy. I’m the only one who can get us out of this. You’ve tried everything. Give up and let me save us.-

Jeremy stares at the floor, his face as clouded as his vision.

“Get out of my way. You loser…”

After a moment of realization, registering that his “best friend” is mine now, Michael steps to the side. I always feel satisfied when we sever the last link to Jeremy 1.0. I have to take control just to stop Jeremy’s tears from falling and walk us out. I don’t let him stay anywhere near that bathroom.


The rest of the party, he just hangs on the sidelines. Too mentally strained to even try to enjoy himself. It’s not ideal, but I can’t push him too much, or he’ll stop listening to me again. I’ve finally regained his trust; I can’t lose it again. Jeremy watches that Rich kid from across the room. He’s fidgeting on the couch, scratching his head often and muttering to himself. Several people have jokingly asked what was wrong with him, but he dismissed them rather violently. Now he’s pacing around the living room, visibly shaking.


“I still haven’t figured out why he acts like that… I should go ask.”

-If you want to.-


He makes his way to Rich, coming up behind him, and taps his shoulder. Rich nearly jumps out of his skin at the touch. He rounds on Jeremy, grabbing him by the shoulders. Upon closer inspection, his face is pale and panicked, eyes bloodshot and baggy, hair unkempt and shaggy. You’d think he was drinking or smoking, but he hardly smells of alcohol or pot. So what could…?


“I NEED MOUNTAIN DEW REEEEED!!!!!” Rich yells, shaking.


Shit. He’s figured it out. How could his Squip be so idiotic? Sigh… Fine. Looks like he needs to be the one to go. Jeremy tries to soothe him, but there’s no point. He’s lost it.


-Give it up, Jeremy. He’ll be fine.-


Jeremy stops, watching him run around now, out of control. Not long after he flees to the kitchen, screams erupt from within and teens frantically flood from the fire.


-It’s time to go.-

“But Rich is still in there! And I can’t leave Michael behind..!”

-Michael will be fine. He already left.-

“He…he did?”

-Optic nerve blocking.-

“…Right…. But still, what about Rich?!”

-Leave him.-

“Huh…?”

-Hurry up and get out of here or I’ll do it for you.-


As Jeremy stares awestruck, eyes fixed on the growing flames, Jenna and Christine pass him; Christine stops for a moment to grab him by the arm, “What are you waiting for, Jeremy?! Come on!!” She drags him out, abandoning the other Squipped teen.


By the time Jeremy regains his senses, he scans the crowd. Christine and Jenna are safe, obviously, Chloe has buried herself under his arm, Brooke is sitting by the road, crying, and Jake has his hands to the sides of his head, trying to figure out how the hell he would explain this to his parents. The only one missing is–


“Michael… Where’s Michael?!”

-Jeremy, he’s–

“No!! I won’t risk it!”

He’s going to jump again!

-We finally made it out of there! You’re going to throw that away?! You don’t know that he’s still in there!-

“But I don’t know that he’s not!”

I need to say something and quick. Time jumping is the only thing I can’t stop him from doing!

-Jeremy STOP!! Or you’ll NEVER break free of this.-

He stops. Thank God.

“…You’re sure he’s alive?”

If it’ll get him to not reset, -Yes.-

“…I can’t risk it.”

-JEREMY–


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Ahem.


Sigh.

Here we go again.



((OH

OH OH OH HOH OHHGH FDKNG OH MY GOD!!!! THAT WAS SO GOOD I’M SC REAMIN I HAVE NO WORDS!!!

For a minute I thought this was the “final” timeline, the one where they actually all make it–and I thought what a fantastic idea it would be if the final timeline is what actually happened in the show! So all of the previous timeloops lead up to everything in the actual musical, that’s genius!!

But aaa wreck my hEART AGA IN JESUS, I’m so glad Jer’s so concerned for Michael even though there’s a chance he made it out~~~ And reading everything from the Squip’s POV was so interesting! Especially for this AU, seeing things from his perspective is so neat! I loved it <33333

AND HOLY SHIT I LOVE HOW YOU PUT IN SOME OF THE SONG LYRICS? When I read those I started to sing along and gosh. I am dECEA SE D

AND I ALSO LOVE HOW YOU MENTIONED MY FIC WHEN MICHAEL GOES BLIND I JKNSJKNFKGJ THANK YOU??? THAT MADE THE WHOLE THING EVEN BETTER THAN IT ALREADY WAS

I am shook by how amazing this is, I think I need a minute to sit down and breathe omfg

TY for this amazing fic, I have been blessed by the gODS, my plants are thriving, my skin is clear, I have ASCENDED TO THE ASTRAL PLANE))

Who else dad is weird like this 🙄
  • *in another world at another time*
  • Me: *gets text*
  • Dad: Hey, who's my favorite daughter?
  • Me: Dad?
  • Dad: Hey there, dear. 😉
  • Me: DAD WTF YOU'RE ALIVE.
  • Dad: Last time I checked I was. 😂
  • Me: *out loud* Oh my god!
  • Roommate: Please stop screaming, I'm in a very intense debate about the merits of socialism with an online friend, and I can't concentrate with you making such a racket.
  • Me: Socialism? Aren't you incredibly rich and vain?
  • Roommate: I'm a Trotskyist, you fool.
  • Me: Who cares! My dad's alive!
  • Roommate: I wasn't aware that your dad was dead?
  • Me: Neither was I. I thought he had just abandoned me and my mom all those years ago. I have quite a story about it. When I was about 14, my dad took me on a road trip to go to IHOP for a delicious breakfast. After we had finished, he got up to use the bathroom and never returned. He left me stranded in a strange IHOP two states over.
  • Roommate: You traveled two states away to go to an IHOP?
  • Me: I mean, it was a road trip.
  • Roommate: How do you know it's your dad?
  • Me: Check my phone, it says dad right there. Of course he's my dad.
  • Roommate: It could be anyone.
  • Me: There's no one else in my contacts with the name dad, other than my dad, ya goober. In fact, with every new phone I've gotten I always added his old phone number to the contacts in case of a moment just like this.
  • Roommate: Even still, don't you think it's suspicious that your father is contacting you via text nearly a decade after he abandoned you?
  • Me: No.
  • Roommate: Not even a bit?
  • Me: No. *buzz* Oh, he texted me again!
  • Dad: Hey, who's my favorite daughter?
  • Me: Me, of course! 😘
  • Dad: No.
  • Me: What?
  • Dad: You're my fifth favorite daughter.
  • Me: I don't understand.
  • Dad: I have six daughters and you're my fifth favorite one. The sixth one died in a scuba diving accident.
  • Me: So I'm your least favorite daughter?
  • Dad: No, don't think of it like that! You're not my least favorite daughter, you're just my least favorite LIVING daughter. 😉
  • Me: That doesn't make me feel better.
  • Dad: Ah, it doesn't matter. You remember me, your dad, the big wacky goofball! 😝
  • Me: I remember you trading my bicycle for coke.
  • Dad: It's a thing of the past, my daughter who I love the least. I don't want to worry about the past, let's meet up and discuss the future.
  • Me: OMG You want to meet up? Where?
  • Dad: IHOP, for old time's sake, but this time let's make it the one in town.
  • Me: *out loud* Oh my god, I'm meeting up with my dad!
  • Roommate: I'm right here, you don't have to yell.
  • Me: I'm so excited. I'm reconnecting with my father. Most girls can only dream of this moment.
  • Roommate: He honestly sounds like a terrible person.
  • Me: People change.
  • Roommate: Yeah, sometimes they become worse.
  • Me: You're just overly pessimistic because you're a goth and also a Trotskyist.
  • Roommate: Eh, I can't deny it.
  • *later at IHOP*
  • Me: *waiting at table* I can't wait to see my dad again. I wonder what he looks like. I bet he's a businessman now. Oh, or maybe he's a priest. *notices commotion at the front of the store* Hmm?
  • Waitress: Sir, please wait to be seated.
  • Disheveled Dude: I'm meeting up with someone, you flighty broad. There's not much time. Get out of my way.
  • Me: *internally* At least that guy isn't my dad.
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh, there she is. *runs and sits at my table* Oh my god, is that my little girl. You've grown up so much. You look way too much like your mom. It's bringing back some really bad memories. I'm sorta regretting. Just joking. Hahaha. WHERE THE FUCK IS OUR WAITRESS, I'M TRYING TO EAT HERE!?
  • Me: What a coincidence it is that the horrible man making a scene at the front of the restaurant is my dad...
  • Disheveled Dude: What's with the distant look on your face? You're acting like you saw a ghost. Haha, maybe you do think I'm a ghost. Hey, sorry about leaving you at the IHOP all those years ago. Kinda got bored of the whole dad thing. JESUS CHRIST, CAN YOU GUYS FUCKING HURRY UP AND GET US A WAITRESS. F-Fuck. *wipes sweat off forehead*
  • Me: Dad?
  • Disheveled Dude: WHAT!?
  • Me: *jumps in seat*
  • Disheveled Dude: Sorry, I've been really on edge recently. *nervously looks over shoulder* Where the fuck are these waitresses?
  • Me: Dad... *gets teary eyed*
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh god, are you gonna start crying on me.
  • Me: *sniffles* I'm sorry, I just missed you so much.
  • Disheveled Dude: Yeah, yeah, I missed you too. Time to move onto the next thing. Inheritance. Uh, I'm gonna die eventually, so you can have all of my money. *put suitcase stuffed with cash on the table and pushes it towards me* You can just have it now, for all I care. I mean, you never know when I'm gonna die.
  • Me: Dad, I don't want your money. I just want to spend time with you.
  • Disheveled Dude: Well, you can spend all the time in the world with me once you accept the fat wads of cash in this suitcase. I just need you to say verbally that you're accepting this money from me as a legitimate form of inheritance.
  • Me: Dad, please. I just want to talk to you.
  • Disheveled Dude: Come on and take the fucking cash, Elizabeth.
  • Me: My name's not Elizabeth.
  • Disheveled Dude: Okay, whatever. Take the money and clearly dictate that you are accepting the entirety of this money as a legitimate form of inheritance from your loving father. You can use it for college, you're college aged right. Or prenatal care. I don't fucking know. What shitty kid doesn't want FREE FUCKING MONEY!?
  • Me: *stands up from seat* Dad! You're the worst ever! I hate you! *runs out of IHOP sobbing*
  • Disheveled Dude: Fuck, I knew that wasn't going to work. *notices how dark it is outside* It's almost here. I wasted so much goddamn time. I'm never going to get rid of this thing. FUCK!
  • Waitress: *nervously* I can help you now, sir.
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh, so now you show up. I'm not so hungry now. In fact, I've lost my entire damn appetite.
  • Waitress: I'm sorry, sir. It's all my fault. I'm so sorry.
  • Disheveled Dude: Which one of those cars outside is yours?
  • Waitress: The red one.
  • Disheveled Dude: That broken down piece of shit?
  • Waitress: Yes.
  • Disheveled Dude: Guess, there's no other choice. It'll have to do. Give me your fucking keys.
  • Waitress: What?
  • Disheveled Dude: *points gun at waiter* GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING KEYS!
  • Waitress: *drops keys on the table*
  • Disheveled Dude: *tosses wads of cash at the waitress* That's easily $200,000. Go buy yourself a better car. You might want to make it quick. *runs out of IHOP*
  • Waitress: *watches disheveled dude speed off* Why is it so dark outside and where did everyone go? I guess it doesn't matter now, though. $200,000. That's a lot of money. I wonder what I'm gonna do with all this? I'm so excited that I'm lightheaded. The future is so bright now.
  • Wall of Darkness: *encroaches*

I don’t like to talk about personal stuff but I feel like I have to.

5 month ago my mom had a  brain haemorrhage. One second she was there, the next she was slowly fading in the hospital. She passed away one week later, on February 1st. I can’t say what was worse - watching my father sobbing like a child, being in total mess after the woman he’s spent most of his life died and knowing I can’t break because someone had to stay sane or ironing her dress she was going to wear in the coffin and trying not to spread snot all over it because I was crying so hard – basically, two worst weeks in my fucking life. But why I’m wasting your time writing it?

There were three things that kept me sane. My best friend, who has spent a lot of time chatting with me on facebook about the dumbest shit you can imagine, to keep my mind away from the fact the last time I spoke to my mother, I was pissed off. The second was my salty Teen Wolf squad here on tumblr. The third was Karamel. Why? Because these two space adorable aliens were my happy place. Watching them made me a little less depressed. They allowed me to keep my fucking brain from going to places I really didn’t want to go.

So, I went to the Karamel tag, to grieve in peace, but instead I have learnt that I am a Trump supporter, Kremlin, abusive relationship cheerleader, racist, homophobe, slave owner apologist and blah, blah, blah, the list is going, basically I have learnt all the things I wanted during being in a shithole *sarcasm* Thank you, Supercorp/Lena fandom, because most of the shit was (and still is) sent there by you, seriously thank you. I’ll probably remember it to pathetic end of my life. But, why I’m writing this?

Because dear Supercorp fandom, you don’t give a shit. No, sorry, you give a lot of shit (basically, throwing that shit at fan), blowing it out from proportion, when you are involved. Basically, when your feelings are hurt when the cast sing a song about two women being friends, even if the main actress said you can ship whatever you want few minutes earlier, even if the cast was bullied for months by your fandom with the grosses shit you can imagine. That’s it. That’s the cast’s crime. A joke.

And you know, I get why this joke could hurt you. Basically, jokes do shit like that to people, because we are all different, we have different experiences, so different things trigger us – that’s normal. The problem is, some jokes are just jokes. Or jokes that were meant to make you realize that some things won’t happen and there is no queerbaiting. I know, truth can hurt and you want to express that to the world. The problem is, you don’t act like hurt people but like a bunch of bloodthirsty haters ready to eat anyone who doesn’t agree with you.

And I know, there are nice supercorp shippers who just sit and like the stuff and have nothing in common with the nasty minority. But you know the problem, nice supercorp shippers? We all have learnt from the history that usually the most awful things were done by minorities, while the majority sat silently and didn’t move a finger.

Personally, I don’t care about the hate I’m getting. I survived that two weeks, because after all I am emotionally strong and I’m old enough to deal with my shit. But other people are not me. I remember that 13 year old girl who came here, to her first fandom, liking Karamel and Mon. And how Supercorp shippers treated her like shit. Her feelings didn’t matter because she liked Karamel? How many Karamel shippers who are members of lgbt community have to repeat they are not straight or homophobes? How many poc Karamel people have to repeat they are not racists? How many people who experienced abusive relationships have to repeat they don’t think Karamel is abusive? How long you are going to ignore the FACT we are normal people? Our voices seriously don’t matter because we ship something else? We are not true survivors, lgbt members, teenage kids because we like different ship? Because, you don’t care?

And you know the worst part? We don’t owe you explanation why we ship, why a ship makes us happy, why a ship helps us dealing with shit. We don’t owe you an explanation of who we are. I don’t owe you a description on my blog saying that I am asexual, white Polish, recently losing my mother and my life being a fucking mess. No one does. You know why? Because my fucked up life doesn’t make my ship better than other ships. My fucked up life doesn’t justify me being a freaking online abuser. My fucked up life doesn’t give me a right to be disgusting and to throw gross shit at the cast that did something I didn’t like only because it hurt my feelings. 

Especially when the cast is treated for months like YOUR property.

Rant over.

anonymous asked:

Are you doing the b99 head canons still? (I'm sorry I saw in in some tags and thought it was a really great idea, but if I'm too late that's ok:)) Cause I'd really like to see someone write some head canons for when Amy's pregnant and her and jake go to get the ultrasound and everyone's just really proud and happy and it's just a nice idea :))) You don't have to though, don't feel pressured if you don't feel like it!!

• Amy looked at every ultrasound clinic in town to find one that had an open slot at a time when nobody would be working. She was determined to make sure she could share this moment with everyone.
• Amy scheduled the ultrasound at 2pm. Jake was afraid he’d be late as usual so he made get there at noon. He was afraid Amy’d be uncomfortable in his smaller car so Terry offered to drive them in his minivan.
• Terry offered to give their child Cagney, Lacey, and Ava’s hand-me-downs. They don’t care if it’s a boy because honestly who cares if a male infant is wearing pink clothing. Jake: “F*** gender roles!” *puts hands on Amy’s belly* “I’m so sorry our baby had to hear that kind of language, but I feel very strongly about this issue”
• Since they showed up so early, they stop at a coffee shop near the clinic. Amy drinks water, and so does Jake. Jake gave up alcohol and caffine while Amy’s pregnant so she won’t be the only one suffering.
• Amy: “Jake, you can order coffee. You’re doing more than enough to help.”
Jake: “You’re about to squeeze a tiny human out of you. I should ask Charles to kick me in the groin as hard as he can while you’re in labor so we’ll be suffering together. The pain you’re going through is worse than anything, even worse than growing up without a dad.”
• Jake gets quiet and starts thinking to himself. Then he starts whimpering, then full on sobbing. Amy panics, asks what’s wrong. Jake chokes out “I always hated my dad for leaving me and mom. I know I’ll never do that to my family. I’ll always be there for my kid.”

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Could you do a HC where RFA + Minor Trio (or just V & Saeran Wrap. It's up to you) calms MC down during a really bad panic attack? Good luck with your blog, love! (Also I'm on mobile so I can't read the rules. I'm sorry if this is against them!)

it’s not against the rules~ also I’ve checked the mobile links, I think they should be working? if not, please inform me <3
anyway, I actually had a pretty good time writing this since I have anxiety as well and I basically just wrote down things I wish people would do for me/things people have done for me in the past when I had a panic attack ^^
-Admin Ace in Space

Yoosung

  • honestly, the second you start crying and panicking, he’s crying and panicking
  • sweet summer child no
  • he wants to protect you! he wants to be strong for you!
  • so he wipes his own tears away and carefully comes towards you
  • “MC… try to focus on me, okay?”
  • has you breathe with him to stop you from hyperventilating
  • is a bit worried about hugging you since he doesn’t know if it will help or not
  • it always helps him, but maybe it will make things worse?
  • tries not to show that he’s freaking out because he knows that won’t do anything
  • carefully asks you what he can do to help you, then does it
  • no matter what it is, he will do it
  • actually writes down what helps you so that he never forgets it
  • if it happens again, he’s there with his notes to save the day
  • even though he hates that you have to go through those things, he’s really glad he can help you and be there to cheer you up again

Zen

  • Zen the Knight is here to save the day
  • gets rid of any loud noises and sits down with you
  • gently takes your hand and rubs soothing circles on your palm
  • brings you some warm water or tea because warm liquid helps at least it helps me
  • wipes away your tears
  • acts as calm and collected as he possibly can to help ground you again
  • treats you like freaking royalty afterwards
  • makes you food, has you lay down in bed with fluffy pillows and blankets, cuddles you if you’re okay with that
  • buys you flowers the next day
  • makes it a tradition to buy you flowers whenever you have panic attacks
  • as if you didn’t get more than enough flowers from him already
  • will drop anything and everything to support you
  • tries to find out what triggers your panic attacks and gets you away from crowds or loud noises or whatever it is that affects you

Jaehee

  • working for Jumin, Jaehee’s been stressed to the max a number of times
  • she never really had panic attacks per se but she knows the feeling of absolute helplessness
  • like Yoosung, she has you breathe with her
  • she knows that it’s not going to help if she tells you it’s gonna be okay
  • but she says similar things
  • “MC, I know it’s not easy, but try to focus on the good for now”
  • “Whatever you’re dealing with, I will help you through it”
  • never invalidates you, even if you have the feeling you’re panicking over nothing
  • lots of soft hugs and kisses afterwards
  • tells you to rest, even takes some time away from her work to relax with you
  • you guys are probably watching Zen’s musicals and eating snacks, all whilst wrapped in a soft blanket
  • a few days after, she carefully asks if you have considered/are currently undergoing therapy or taking medication
  • will support you no matter your decision, but wants to make sure you are aware of all of your options
  • she just wants you to be happy

Jumin

  • Mr. Trust Fund Kid has very little experience with helping people who are having panic attacks
  • doesn’t mean he won’t try his best
  • when he sees you crying and shaking his worry levels go OUT OF THE ROOF
  • hears you hyperventilating and hurries to your side
  • asking you what’s wrong and basically bombarding you with words
  • realizes that’s only making it worse and backs off
  • calls his doctor because he feels so helpless and hates that he can’t make this any easier for you
  • the doctor informs him you’re most likely having a panic attack and gives him tips on what to do
  • he gives you water, makes sure you’re sitting comfortably, and gently rubs your back
  • gets Elizabeth 3rd so you can pet her to calm and distract yourself
  • kisses your cheek softly and murmurs that he’s here for you
  • once you feel better, he has his chefs prepare a delicious meal and gets out of any work or meetings he might still have poor Jaehee
  • spends the rest of the day taking care of you
  • also asks you about medication but pushes the topic a little bit more
  • “MC, you know I can get you access to anything you need to help you through this”
  • but if you still say no, he listens and doesn’t bring it up again

Seven

  • though he doesn’t really have anxiety himself (he has depression tbh, but I don’t see him as having anxiety, at least not very severe), he can probably relate to what you’re feeling
  • was about to shout something out of worry when he saw you having a panic attack
  • but luckily realized that that would only make things worse
  • he has a Fidget Cube that he gives you
  • promises to fight whatever triggered you
  • even an entire crowd of people
  • breathes very slowly and very dramatically and has you do it with him
  • both to calm your breathing and to make you smile
  • tells you made-up stories about cats and space and secret agents to make you smile and distract you
  • “I’m always ready to help my Soldier 606”

V

  • it wouldn’t surprise me if V had panic attacks before or has at least helped some people through them
  • so he has an idea of what to do
  • he is super gentle about the whole deal
  • his voice is so soft and his gaze is so soft and the whole man is just so. soft.
  • V could ease my anxiety just by existing in my general area tbh
  • tells you how much he loves you
  • promises to be by your side to help you
  • wipes your tears with his thumbs and kisses your forehead if you’re okay with him touching you
  • if you feel trapped having him close, he’ll back off and get you some tea and a soft blanket or pillow
  • does whatever it is you need, asks you about it with simple questions so you don’t feel too pressured or anxious about answering
  • holds you close afterwards and murmurs sweet compliments

Saeran

  • he’s been there
  • he’s been there big time
  • gets rid of any loud noises, opens the windows to let in fresh air
  • talks to you in a low voice
  • starts off by telling you that he knows how you feel and it will pass
  • like his brother, he tries to make you smile
  • he secretly has a small teddy bear that helps him through his panic attacks/nightmares which he lets you borrow
  • asks you if you’re okay with him holding you
  • if no, he nods and continues sitting there with you, supporting you
  • if yes, he gently wraps his arms around you and kisses your cheek, rocking you back and forth
  • you two always help each other through anxiety and panic attacks
  • honestly, you end up having a system because of how much you understand and relate to each other
Syd Tries FanFiction: The Blarke Reunion

So fair fucking warning I have never in my life written fic before, but I typed this out for @clxrkblake tonight so we could cry and she told me to post it so I’m gonna. Basically this was my ideal, dream reunion before I saw the finale. (I’ve changed my mind about a few things since we saw the new ship but whatever I’ll still dream of this reunion every night for the next 9 months.)

So anyway, I wrote this up in like 30 minutes and there’s probably lots of typos, but deal with it and then come cry with me. <3

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Bellamy sits by the window like he does every year, looking at the planet he used to call home. The glass in his hand is almost empty by now. It almost makes up for the whole thats still in his heart. It almost, for a second makes him forget she isn’t there beside him, that they never got that drink. 

He starts the same as he does every year. “I miss you. It’s been 6 years and I still miss you every day. You’d be so proud of everyone. Even Murphy.” He wipes at the tears collecting in his eyes. It never gets easier.

“I just wish… I wish I’d have told you when we had the chance. Timing never really was our strong suit was it? We were too busy keeping 100 kids alive. I wouldn’t trade it for the world though. Not a second of it.” He lifts the empty cup towards the planet thats now her grave. “I still love ya, Princess.”

He knows Raven’s behind him even before she comes to stand next to him. She’s always there for this. “It’s never gonna get easier is it?”

She shakes her head. “No. I still miss Finn every day. But you learn to deal with it. You never get over losing the one you love, their memory just becomes a part of who you are.”

He nods along. He asks her the same question every year. Every year, expecting to get a different answer. Maybe this time she’ll tell him ‘Yeah. The pain fades. One day you can breathe again. One day you’ll be able to look down at the earth below you and not feel that part of you that’s missing. But she never does.

“She’d be so proud of you Bellamy. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, I just-” The static of the radio on his hip interrupts his thoughts. “Shit I thought I turned that off.” He fumbles for it, hands made clumsy by the drinks he’s downed. He barely has it out of the holster when he stops himself. Was that? No… It couldn’t be… It was just the alcohol in his system. But then…

“Where - you?"A voice. A voice even after 6 years, after 100 years he would never let himself forget. Her voice.

"Oh my god…” Raven whispers from behind him. “It can’t…”

The radio depends back into static once more before going silent and Bellamy raises his own shocked eyes to meet Ravens. “Clarke?”

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They don’t believe him. “You were just drunk Bellamy.” “It’s been six years Bellamy.” They think he’s holding on to a ghost, but he knows what he heard.

“We can’t risk it because you thought you heard a dead girl on the radio.” That’s Murphy.

“It could have been an old transmission… we can’t just go down without knowing anything-”

“I left her once. I am not doing it again. If there is even the slightest chance that she is alive down there, WE ARE GOING BACK FOR HER.”

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Three weeks after the night by the window they make contact. He’s helping Monty check on the algae when he hears Raven screaming his name through the halls.

“I found it.” That’s all it takes for him to follow her to the control room, to the radio, to Clarke.

“This is the station it came through. But we don’t know for sure-”

“Have you tried to make contact yet?”

“No, we were waiting for you.”

“Ok…” He sighs and grabs the radio. This is it. He’s either about to finally find that missing piece of himself or lose it all over again. “This is Ark Ring to… the ground. Is anyone there? Clarke are you there?”

There’s nothing. It feels like hours floating through freezing water waiting to hear something, anything.

Nothing.

“I’m sorry Bell.” Monty puts a hand on his shoulder.

She’s gone. He pushes himself away from the table ready to yell, or cry, or hit something. 

“-ello?”

“Holy shit.”

Bellamy could tell you he’s never moved that fast in his life, almost falling over himself to get to the radio. “Clarke?”

“Bell-my?” His legs give out, but Murphy leans in to ease his fall.

“Yeah. Yeah Clarke it’s me. Oh my- It’s you? It’s really you? How?”

“Yeah Bell, it’s me.” He can hear the tears in her voice, the same as his own. 

“I’m coming back for you. I’m coming back. I promise. I’m not leaving you again.”

“I miss you.” Its all she can say.

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The day they land on Earth the second time, isn’t anything like the first. It’s raining for one.

Two, he knows what’s waiting for him when he opens the door. 

And she is. 

Standing at the tree line, looking as beautiful as the day he lost her, is Clarke. Her hair is shorter. And there’s one or two more wrinkles around her eyes when she smiles, but god is she beautiful. Its like they’re not frozen for a moment, both of them standing in shock and amazement that they finally get this. 

Then, it’s like time is moving in fast forward and he’s on his feet and hers are carrying her towards him and they crash together like suddenly all their forgotten broken pieces are fitting back together. He holds her so close he thinks he can feel her heartbeat in his chest and she tangles her small hands through his hair and they’re both crying. But for the first time in 6 years, they aren’t tears for grieving. He’s sobbing apologies against her hair and she’s whispering forgiveness against his shoulder and it’s almost like they didn’t lose those 6 years. Like they were kids again, stranded on a dying planet, leaning on each other for survival.

He pulls back first to look at her. He wants to take in every single inch of her face and memorize it because he never wants to have to forget that face again. 

“I never gave up.” She laughs. “Not on you.”

He stroked her cheek, through the rain and the tears. “I thought I lost you. For 6 years.”

“You didn’t.” She pulls him close against, resting her forehead against his, and they laugh. 

He spent the past 6 years wishing he hadn’t lost her, dreaming that she could come back to him, praying that he could just hold her one more time. And now he get’s all of it. Because she’s alive and in his arms and laughing with him in the rain and he’s never going to lose her again.

TAH DAH! I hope it wasn’t awful! I’m gonna tag a few mutuals so they can share my pain. Love you guys!

@sassamyblake @bellsgirl @octanakin @ravenbellclarke @starboybellamy @scottmcblake @bobmorlee @stargirlclarke

Why I’m Angry About Akechi (spoilers)

I beat Persona 5 the other day and I’ve been doing nothing but stewing over the details and little things that bothered me. Yes, it was a fantastic game. But I’m going to delve into one specific issue that bothered me; Goro Akechi. Spoilers below, proceed at your own risk.

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advice for the signs
  • aries: you're full of ideas and they're always amazing! you are so much smarter than you give yourself credit for, even though you try to appear like you're a bit of a daredevil, you don't always like to come too far out of your cozy little comfort zone. but I promise, if you come out a bit more you can experience so many exciting things, and your abilities will make you shine like a star in the night sky.
  • taurus: not only are you are a badass, you're also super cool. if there are any haters its only because they want to be like you - really though. you just have an aura about you that pulls people in and once they get to know you, they don't ever want to get away. people want to overindulge in you, and if that wears you out then take a break and don't feel bad about it, your friends know you'll come back at the end of the day.
  • gemini: you're not a two-faced backstabbing bitch, you are a beautiful person who struggles with having to listen to an angel and a devil on your shoulders all day, which I can only imagine is super tough but you've done an incredible job to even come all this way and you should be so proud of yourself, I know I am. and lets take a moment to appreciate how you can walk into a room and suddenly be everyone's best friend with your natural charm and easy-going nature. you could take a bullet in the chest and your smile won't even falter. you're so determined to get what you want and you're so passionate and just everything you do is admirable. keep going, you rock this world.
  • cancer: if we're being real here, you don't actually cry *that* much. this is what it is - you have so many emotions swirling inside of you and they are like a beautiful storm of bright lights. and you should continue to let that out and share that beauty with everyone! but even with all that, you can be pretty hardcore and you are so strong, inside that whirlpool is a fire than burns bright, you should show people your intense passions as well as your caring side.
  • leo: you are amazing, and everyone around you knows it. if you're being too hard on yourself, lighten up a little because so far you've done everything right. everything happens for a reason, and if you feel guilty or sad about something just remember that your experiences have shaped who you are today - a beautiful, wonderful, magical creature with sparkling eyes, a loving soul and fabulous hair.
  • virgo: you work so hard to be on top of the game and I know how stressful that can be, but trust me when I'm saying that if you're doing the best you can, please don't push yourself any further. I'm sure you know what it feels like to get 3 hours sleep only to just scrape everything in on time, but you're doing just fine and please remember to reach out to your friends and loved ones and talk about how youre feeling. honestly, letting out any negativity makes you feel so, so much better, and you deserve the best.
  • libra: it's not that you're indecisive, you just like to weigh out all the pros and cons of a situation before you go into something - which is such a good idea, and I admire you for that. I bet you wish you had a crystal ball and could see the future to know how your decisions will turn out, huh? but the reality is that you should stop worrying about about the future and live in the moment. if you're not focusing on the present, you won't get to where you want to be in the future, and we definitely don't want to see you somewhere where your talents aren't being showcased.
  • scorpio: your personality is just so magnetic and you're so hypnotic, so many people absolutely adore you and would do anything for you - but sometimes they might not be 100% certain that the feelings are mutual. now, I know you love your friends and family so, so much with a fiercely strong love, but would it kill you to tell people that you love them and how you're feeling sometimes? everyone is here to help you and guide you on your journey to reaching the stars, but you can't build your rocket ship without the help of others.
  • sagittarius: you are incredible and so smart, it actually makes people stop in their tracks when you open your mouth and spout some beautiful, philosophical words of wisdom. or even just opening your mouth to say anything. everything about you is great but I'm not sure you appreciate yourself as much as you should. all the friends you have who love you should be an indication of how great you are. if you don't learn to love yourself, you might not be able to see through and out of your own little bubble and actually notice how much people care about you. because they care so, so much. don't you ever doubt that.
  • capricorn: your motto is work hard and don't take shortcuts, which is amazing and everyone admires you for that. it takes a lot of hard work and dedication to be you, and even if nobody mentions it, everyone is impressed. you're gonna go far, kid. but know that even if you're stuck in a rut right now you just need to jump a little higher and climb out. if you're stressed, talk to someone you trust and just open up and tell them what youre feeling. help them help you, and everything will be okay.
  • aquarius: we're not emotionless, we have a lot of feelings and we just choose not to express them because we're scared of people being overwhelmed by us, and we like to trust someone 100% before we open up. and there is nothing wrong with that. you're so good at listening to people's problems/how they feel and your advice is 10/10, but if you don't take time to talk to people about how you're feeling, you bottle everything up and one day it'll get so full that the lid will burst - and I know you're afraid of letting out all your feelings in one go, I definitely am. the only way around that is to let it out, bit by bit, slowly and over the years, to maintain your composure and sanity. and nobody will see you any different or judge you if you open up to them.
  • pisces: you're passionate, your creativity is out of this world, you're so good at helping people and you don't have a selfish bone in your body. you're always so up for helping people, and that is amazing! you're compassionate like no other, and your ideas are off-the-charts crazy cool. and you're not weak! you are perfectly capable of putting up your barriers, you just like to trust people enough to keep them down a lot of the time. and you're definitely not weak either, you've probably lived through some heartbreaking experiences, and you're still able to walk around with your head up and your heart open. now thats real strength.

anonymous asked:

Something that will make me cry. Shiro and Lance, platonic, but adding Lance's whole like hero thing and how Shiro always chose keith. Please.

My dude, pal, friendo… idk if this’ll make you cry, but I did my best to put some feels in here. 

Takes place before the team departs for the Weblum and Beta Traz missions respectively.


Look, Lance gets it. Shiro and Keith have history. They know each other like brothers, like the very stars surrounding the castle ship at night. If Lance was being totally honest he’d say that they have the strongest bond of anyone on the team. 

That doesn’t make it hurt any less when Lance stands to the side as Hunk and Pidge share their anxiety. He used to fit in with them, once upon a time, but venturing into the vast void of space had changed things. Perhaps once upon a time it wouldn’t have hurt Lance so much to watch his hero wrap Keith in a warm, knowing hug. But that was then and this is now, and it’s tearing Lance apart.

He knows that the team considers him family, so why does he feel so lost? He knows that if he were to ask Shiro for a hug that he’d probably get it, but he can’t bring himself to do that.

Shiro’s his hero. Lance can’t be that guy, y’know, the one who begs for Shiro’s attention every second of every day. He knows that the attention and the praise would feed his soul, but he has a sinking feeling that asking for anything of the sort would invalidate the entire interaction because he asked for it, and Shiro’s a good guy who would do anything to help his team.

Maybe that’s why it hurts so much to watch him go back to Keith time and time again. Because Keith doesn’t have to ask like Lance does, doesn’t have to do anything other than be himself to get Shiro’s praise and attention. Maybe that’s why.

But if Lance is being totally honest with himself, that’s not the reason it hurts. No, it hurts because he knows that Keith has Shiro’s favor because he’s better than Lance. It’s obvious, really. Keith has always been one step ahead of Lance, first at the Garrison, then in rescuing Shiro out in the desert, and now in fighting an alien war in space. There’s no doubt in Lance’s mind now; it’s been long enough for even him to figure this out.

And hell, could he have chosen a worse time to tear himself apart? Seriously, Lance needs to pull himself together before they depart for Beta Traz. He can feel Blue’s comforting presence in the back of his mind, but it’s not doing wonders for his self esteem. Maybe…

They’re about to leave. He has to do something to get his mind off of this. Something- anything at all to occupy his mind. And then- “How bout a kiss for good luck?” it’s out before he really knows what’s happening, though he should have expected that, his thoughts are usually coming out his mouth before he has any time to process them. It’s as good a distraction as he’s bound to get, anyway. 

Who was he kidding? If Allura actually did kiss him Lance would be on top of the moon- he’d be invincible, unstoppable as he took Blue to Beta Traz. 

It really shouldn’t have been a surprise that they made him kiss the mouse, but it helped. For now his thoughts were on that whiskery kiss and the teasing he would be subject to later. And that’s something safe, something familiar. He can handle that until the thoughts come back.

anonymous asked:

Bee, I'm taking a shot in the dark here and I know it's probably annoying but I'm dying for even a taste. Can you just jot down even the smallest hint of an imagine with Shawn? Doesn't have to be smut. Maybe just leading to a kiss with an older woman who maybe works for him? Like The Assistant reimagined. You hate me I know but help a desperate girl out...

Ugh fuck it. I’m weak and bored and have had a shit time writing anything lately so why not use it as a damn writing exercise.

BEFORE ANY OF Y’ALL START! I am NOT starting a fic. I am NOT taking requests. I am NOT going into the Shawn Fic black hole. Maybe on occasion if I so feel, I will shoot out blurbs just for fun but it will not be a series, fic or anything like that.

SO whatever, here’s a blurb. It’s not smutty so don’t get too excited and I don’t even know if I love it but TAKE IT OT OF MY HANDS.

“What about this one?” Liv held up the seventh shirt she’d plucked from the rack in front of her but was still getting ignored. “Shawn,” she said his name dead toned, wagging the shirt on the tip of her finger. “Shawn,” she repeated, resorting to grabbing an empty hanger and hitting him on the shoulder with it.

“Ow! What?” He raised his shoulder and looked at her, finally breaking from his conversation with three of his crew members.

“The shirt. Yes?”

“Whatever,” he shrugged and went back to his conversation leaving Liv to drop her arm at her side and lean her forehead forward on the rack in front of her in defeat. She’d worked this job for two months already and it wasn’t getting any easier. She had to dress him. That’s it. Seemed easy enough. Not when the client was eighteen and completely disinterested in fashion. She tried to get him to express any kind of enthusiasm over a piece before she put it on him but it was a moot point.

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anonymous asked:

Dear AV. I'm in the middle of fertility treatment. I've been told today there are complications which mean we prob can't progress with our transfer. We only have 1 embryo. And now I'm oversharing. I identify w Scully SO much in seasons 7-8. Could you write a little drabble about how shit it all feels, how scared she is that her one shot won't work, how her body is tormented w hormones but her mind won't rest? Thanks, and I'm really sorry for oversharing. Just needed to tell someone.

Anon, I’ve been thinking of you a lot. I hope you are well, and that this is what you were looking for. All my love.

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anonymous asked:

42. "Stop being so cute." :)

42. “Stop being so cute.”

“No, no, no!” you shake your head and place your hand on Harry’s bicep. “’t’s not the number of cards you have that’s the issue. ‘t’s the fact that you have absolutely no idea how to play the game.”

“Well then tell me!” he bursts out, throwing his hands in the air. 

“Been tryin’ to! For the past half hour!” you laugh and bury your face in the side of the sofa, little snorts escaping through your giggles.

Harry grunts in frustration and snatches the cards out of your hands, beginning to shove all of the cards back in the box. He mumbles about how if capitalism weren’t so rampant in the world today, it would be much easier to learn how to play a simple card game while intoxicated. You choose not to mention that he just dropped at least  €6000 on new Gucci items within the past day and a half and has absolutely no place to be grumbling about capitalism, but you feared he might actually become mad and not speak to you for the rest of the evening.

You hiccup with laughter and make an attempt to stand up from your seated position on the floor, against the coffee table in Harry’s living room. “Gotta pee,” you say as you grab onto the side of the table in an attempt to stabilize yourself. You place your palm on your mate’s head as you walk by, climbing over his spider-like limbs. He takes a swig from the bottle of Fireball with one hand and shoos you off with the other.

In the silence of the bathroom, you begin to realize how intoxicated you really are. You will yourself to sober up, pinching the skin on your cheeks, knowing that you have to work in the morning. But it’s been so long since you’ve gotten to hang out with just Harry, and you missed your best friend. Looking down at the chipped nail polish on your fingernails, you swallow harshly, trying to physically push familiar feelings back down into your gut. 

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title: a hump in the night (4/?)

progress: wip series

pairing: 2jae (jaebum/youngjae)

rating: E (for ‘extra’ bc holy shit that word count)

word count: 12391 (DON’T TALK TO ME ABOUT THIS OKAY JUST DON’T)

summary: jaebum is pining and full of Teenage Angst. youngjae doesn’t deserve having to deal with him.

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anonymous asked:

at some point adrian storms into maggie's apartment and just starts ranting about how people always call it lgbt and half the time there's never any mention of the t (oh hi alex how are you didn't see you there) and gender =/= sexuality and if peoPLE MEAN LGB THEN GODDAMMIT JUST SAY LGB i'm sorry this is happening all through my uni atm and i'm about to blow a gasket and i like to think adrian would too (this isn't a prompt just a rant but y'know you always make me feel heard hope that's okay)

(I’m gonna treat it like a prompt because it deserves to be a prompt kthxbai)

The door slams open and Maggie doesn’t even jump – this has happened before – but Alex grabs her gun.

Maggie takes her hands into her own. “Whoa whoa whoa, hey, it’s okay, it’s okay.”

Alex’s eyes fix on the door and relax as Adrian steps through, but before either of them can say anything, he does.

“You know what I can’t deal with? They all walk around saying LGBT this and LGBT that, and they don’t give any shits that they’re leaving out our ace and nonbinary siblings and they give no shits, which should be their first clue that they’re doing something wrong, but you know what they do, they say the T, they say it, they do, ain’t nobody’s trying to talk about LGB, but you know what they all – oh, hey Alex, I didn’t see you there, why do you have your gun out? How you doing, I heard Cadmus gave you a rough time, you should let me know if you need anything, okay? – because of no, we’re so inclusive, like oh my gawd we’re just so inclusive and welcoming here, like, we’re a rainbow right, so like, I don’t understand why we don’t have more trans people or people of color here, like, we’re just so accepting, but you know what they should say instead of all that bullshit? They should just say LBG, goddammit, they should just say what they mean if they’re gonna keep leaving us out and not giving a shit about any of our issues or any of our fucking lives, and I just – ”

Maggie had chuckled as he did his best rich white kid imitation, but stood with her arms crossed over her chest when his voice got higher, when he said he wished people would just say what they meant, because she knows Adrian, knows him, and knows he’s about to break.

So she’s right there when he does, when his voice cracks completely and his face scrunches up and he falls forward into her body as she uncrosses her arms, nods softly, whispers softly, and holds his head to her shoulder, to the side of her face.

“Okay, okay. I know, sweetie, I know. Cry it out, Ade, it’s okay. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

Alex’s eyes well with tears as Adrian’s chest starts wracking with sobs, as he clings to the back of Maggie’s shirt and lets her support his weight, and she quietly slips into the kitchen, heating up almond milk on the stove to make him hot cocoa with.

She hears only snippets of the rest of their conversation as Maggie guides him softly to the couch.

“Shit about we can’t spread ourselves too thin – ”

“Ugh, Ade, I’m so sorry, that’s such bullshit – ”

“I just don’t – ”

“I can go rough the assholes up – ”

“Or we could sic your girlfriend on them – ”

“That we could – ”

“I just… how can we just not matter to them, I – ”

“I know, honey, I know. Come here, come here.”

Eventually, Adrian’s sniffling evens out and his cracked, ragged voice raises to carry across the apartment.

“Looks like someone’s got you all domesticated, Alex,” he teases her, and she turns with a soft grin.

“Not so domesticated I can’t take out anyone you need me to, Adrian.”

He stands and he strides over shakily, wiping his eyes with the backs of his hands, and pulls Alex in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“I’m so glad I have you guys,” he whispers into her ear, and Alex meets Maggie’s red-rimmed eyes and soft, I’m-so-in-love-with-you smile over his shoulder.

“Always, Ade. Always.”

anonymous asked:

Bokuaka, relief.... for the prompts :))

Akaashi is late.

This is a sentence that almost never happens, and it scares Koutarou a lot. Koutarou himself is often late to a variety of things: school, dentist appointments, weekend hangouts, buses, dates. The only thing he’s not late to is volleyball practice.

But Akaashi. Akaashi is not someone who arrives late—he doesn’t even arrive on time, he arrives early. He once admitted to Koutarou that it makes him anxious when he keeps other people waiting, so he’d rather take the earlier bus and scout out the place where he can see the other person coming. Koutarou doesn’t really understand, but it’s what makes Akaashi Akaashi, so he just shrugged and apologized for being late to their shopping trip.

Akaashi is late today.

Koutarou has checked his phone twenty-four times in sixteen minutes. He’s paced back and forth in front of the train station enough times that the security guard is eyeing him warily. He’s sent thirteen texts and seven voicemails to Akaashi’s phone, but there hasn’t been a single reply. Koutarou’s hands are shaking. He’s scared.

He pulls out his phone again, meaning to dial Kuroo or Konoha or someone who has a calmer, better head on their shoulders than he does. Someone who can tell him to sit down and stop overreacting. Someone who can tell him that Akaashi’s just fine, he’s probably overslept because Koutarou kept him up last night video-chatting him about his latest term paper, maybe he got held up helping an old lady find her cat because Akaashi’s nice that way, even though he doesn’t really like cats. Yeah, Akaashi’s just fine. He’s on his way. His phone is dead. He’s not dead. 

Akaashi is late, and Koutarou is on his knees in front of the station stairs, blocking people’s path but he’s breathing a little too fast, clutching his phone a little too hard, panicking a little too much. There are concerned voices above his head, but his vision is all blurry. Is he crying? Again? What a baby, Koutarou is. 

“Bokuto-san.”

He still doesn’t understand why Akaashi would want to arrive early to his appointments, this waiting game is no fun, no fun at all.

“Bokuto-san.”

There’s a slight pressure on his shoulders, and Koutarou glances up to find familiar green eyes watching him in quiet worry. It takes him a moment to catch his breath again, to recognize the boy with the messy curls kneeling in front of him.

“A-Akaaagsheee,” he says, but Akaashi understands him just fine. “Y-You’re l-l-late.”

Akaashi nods. He helps him up, leading him to the side so people aren’t staring at them anymore. He offers Koutarou tissues from his pocket, always prepared, but he keeps a hand on Koutarou, letting him know he’s here. He’s here. 

“My phone died this morning,” Akaashi says, “and I had to take my neighbour’s kids to their daycare. It’s not an excuse to make you worry though. I’m sorry.”

Koutarou shakes his head. His hand is probably squeezing too hard on Akaashi’s hand, but the other boy doesn’t complain. The panic has receded, leaving behind heavy relief, crashing through Koutarou hard enough to make him want to sit down. So he does. Akaashi follows suit, sitting closer than usual, close enough to press his side against Koutarou.

“You’re here now. It’s okay.”

“I’m here,” Akaashi agrees.


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sign of the times (a riley matthews fic)

But she swallows the tightness in her throat, forces a small smile on her face and hangs up the graduation picture of her and her friends above her desk. Her heart tugs as she thinks of them all, scattered across the country. All off to find their own destinies. Her fingers ghost over her ribcage, the galaxy etched into her skin burning at the thought of them all. The pride that she often feels when she thinks of her friends comes crashing onto her like an ocean wave.

She ignores the bitter feeling of loneliness that follows it only moments later.


Chapter: 1 (Girl Meets New Beginnings) 
Ships: Riley/Lucas (main romantic pairing), platonic Riley/Clique Six, Riley/Charlie, Riley/Dave & Riley/Asher 
Word Count: 11k+ 

Notes: Well here it is friends, the first chapter of what will hopefully become my best work yet. I’m so excited for this fic and everything I plan to do with it and I hope you guys are excited too. Special shout out, as always to @friarlucas for editing and overall supporting this endeavor. Please enjoy and let me know what you think! Also, this fic takes place in the same canon verse as Maggie’s “Gravity on the Open Road” fic, you don’t need to read that fic to understand this one, although I highly recommend it, because it’s a wonderful fic!


Riley enters college under the complete and total assumption that she’s going to love it. She has no reason to think otherwise, especially after bidding all of her friends goodbye on their road trip across the country, and their wide-eyed and blinding smiles burned in her memory forever. They were all excited for the next chapter in their lives, and she was too. Of course she was nervous, but those nerves were overshadowed by something stronger, an anticipation and excitement of things to come.

So when she drudges across the main lawn of New York University, her backpack on her shoulder and duffle bag in hand, her parents bickering behind her and her younger brother by her side, a smile finds its way across her face. Things are going to be different – no friends, no Lucas, no dad as her teacher, but she has faith that it will be a good different.

Her room is a cramped double in the third floor corner of the largest freshman dorm, and her roommate merely nods at her when she first enters. While this dampens her spirits momentarily, she catches a glimpse of the New York streets below her window and realizes that things aren’t all bad. She’s Riley after all, always finding the good in otherwise unsatisfactory situations.

She won’t lie and say the less than pleasant living arrangements she finds herself in makes the goodbye she bids to her family hurt any less, but she plasters on her ever-present Riley Matthews smile and knows that things will get better in time.

Her roommate, as she learns over the next couple of hours is named Hannah, is a chemistry major and is not in college to make friends. That stings a little and Riley’s childish dream of being best friends (as best of friends as one can be with her true best friend across the country in California) with her college roommate immediately crumbles around her in a cloud of dust.

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Everyday Magic

Author: liketolaugh
Summary: Kanda thinks of Tiedoll more than he lets on, Allen has always wanted a family, and Link is worried. Or: three idiots raise some kids together.


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