no one understands my feelings right now

a bunch of rambling thoughts about satisfied
  • it starts with angelica surrounded by people, seemingly satisfied and content, and ends with her all by herself on stage, privately devastated and unsatisfied
  • it’s framed like an essay. intro & thesis, three body paragraphs, conclusion and restatement of the thesis, showing her intelligence
  • while analyzing alexander, even in a lovestruck daze, angelica notes that he’s penniless. this comes up again in reason one, yet is once again dismissed. his financial state doesn’t matter—eliza does.
  • in the sia cover, the aforementioned singer sings both “and i knooow” and “helpless”, signifying that once angelica realizes eliza’s feelings, she is helpless to do anything but acknowledge them
  • helpless is repeated by eliza, three times, one for each reason.
  • angelica notes both alexander and eliza’s eyes, but never her own, symbolically linking them 
  • angelica also mentions “the first time i saw her face / then i turn and see my sister’s face” once again connecting the two people she loves more than anything
  • “intelligent eyes” she notices his mind first, a link to schuyler sisters, “i’m looking for a mind at work”
  • angelica says “mind” rather than heart during “i know my sister like i know my own mind”, showing that this is both a rational and emotional decision; she is using her head and her heart to manage this sacrifice
  • angelica only says “heart” once in the whole song, with ‘set my heart aflame’
  • in the first verse: “i remember that night/i remember those/i remember that dreamlike” angelica uses remember three times, and never forget for alexander, drawing attention to the line that “i have never been the same”—alexander is breaking the pattern of angelica’s world
  • the fire symbolism throughout the song, in comparison to helpless which uses “drowning”. angelica “match” wits, aflame, etc. there is also electricity (ben franklin with the key and the kite), another flame-filled metaphor. 
  • angelica also links alexander to icarus in BURN, in this case, angelica is icarus (clothed in orange), destined to fall, and alexander is the sun. eliza (clothed in blue) is the sea, this metaphor established by helpless and then by satisfied
  • angelica’s reiteration of the wedding toast is a reminder that this is all replaying with her mind; much like “i realize three fundamental truths at the exact same time”, this is all happening within a matter of seconds, showing how fast her brain truly works
  • “he’d be mine” / “that boy is mine”
  • angelica reflects on his eyes right before the reintroduced wedding toast, reiterating the feature she once again first noticed about him
  • satisfied is in many ways a revelation on a scene we thought we previously understood. this is another callback to schuyler sisters with angelica “you want a revolution? i want a revelation!” and the other wedding-goers go “union / to the revolution” what happens next? a revelation 
  • “i just might regret that night for the rest of my days / i’ll never forget the first time i saw your face” regret and forget are the first half of this rhyming scheme, connecting the two. if angelica could forget her feelings for hamilton, she would not have to regret this night.
  • “i’m sure you don’t know what you mean” “you’re like me: i’m never satisfied” / “nice going angelica, he was right: you will never be satisfied” angelica now painfully, acutely, understands what he was saying
  • at least my dear eliza’s his wife / at least i keep his eyes in my life—rhyming scheme, in addition to showing that, even when it comes to consoling herself about losing alexander, eliza still comes first
  • he will never be satisfied. i will never be satsified. is one of the only times in the song alexander and angelica are directly compared the same way that eliza & alexander are on numerous connections. a callback to “you’re like me: i’m never satisfied”

some people make me feel so worthless, it hurts sometimes, I just wish to sleep for over a week without dealing with anything.

Sometimes John and Sherlock accidentally talk all night.

Like maybe the intention to go to sleep at a normal time was there, but then they get distracted.

11 PM: They finish the movie and it just naturally feels like time for bed. Teeth are cleaned, doors are locked, and they settle in between the sheets, and damn is the bed comfortable compared to the haphazard dog pile of limbs they had gotten into on the sofa.

“What did you think of the film?”

“Nice; very enjoyable.”

“Did I tell you it was my favorite when I was a kid?”

“No. Really?”

“Yeah. Would watch it on repeat.”

“Interesting. But it’s no longer your favorite?”

“Right. I dunno- I still love it, but not in the same way.”

“I understand. Your favorite now is that one Bond, um…Die Another Day?”

“Yeah.” John gives Sherlock a small, soft smile. He looks almost bewitched.

“What’s that look for?”

“It’s for you. ”

“Yes, but why?”

“Because it’s really nice to have someone remember things like that about me.”

1 AM: The discussion has shifted to favorites, and why they’re favorites.

“So you would rather listen to that same Rolling Stones album again and again for eternity than ever even trying something like Debussey?”

“Correct.”

“Alright, well, now I know.”

“You know what?”

“That we’re breaking up.”

They laugh.

2 AM: …and now they’re just naming things they like.

John: “Long car journeys”

Sherlock: “The smell of coffee.”

“You hate coffee.”

“I hate the taste of coffee.”

“You are a complex being.”

“Thank you.”

They laugh some more.

John: “Rainy mornings that last all day.”

“Me too.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“They’re lovely.”

“Why’s that?”

Sherlock fidgets with his lips, trying to figure out how to phrase his answer.

“Because you always wake me very…pleasantly… and often you continue waking me pleasantly for most of the morning…afternoon…even into the evening sometimes.”

“Do I? When it’s raining?”

“Yes. Not every time, but under a certain set of conditions I can, for the most part, look at the forecast for the morning the night before and know in advance whether or not I’ll be getting anything done the next day.”

John looks back at him, a concoction of surprise, then near embarrassment, then a sly smile.

“Interesting, see, I find that I get one thing in particular done consistently on those days.”

Sherlock snorts.

4 AM: The topic has shifted between worst hangover stories and crazy uni memories to some more difficult things, like John’s time in the service, and Sherlock’s addiction.

“We’ve sort of been dealt a few tough hands eh?”

“Truly.”

“Makes me want to take you away somewhere and just be relaxed for a bit.”

“I would agree to that in an instant.”

“Yeah? Let’s do that, then.”

“Fantastic idea!”

“I do get them on occasion.”

More laughter.

5 AM:

John is trying to work in to the concersation something he’s been wanting Sherlock to know for a long time. It’s difficult, though- he’s never really said anything like this- anything so personal.

“It says a lot about you, I think, that I can do things like this- stay awake all night, not having to be overwhelmed or rampant. You balance me, John.”

“Yeah..yeah I- I know what you mean. You also- I mean, you sort of…I don’t dread…my life to come…anymore. I used to think of all the days and years I had left to endure, wonder how I would fill them, hoping I could find something that wouldn’t feel so miserable, something to settle for, but you- fuck, Sherlock, I think back to that now and it feels like a horrible nightmare. I’m…more than just glad, to have found you. You- damn, this is hard, I-”

Sherlock ties his fingers with John’s and moves even closer.

"Take your time. No rush. No pressure. Anything you want to tell me, you can. You’re safe here.”

"I suppose…You umm…you made me rethink- my plans, for me, yes. But not only that, you also showed me a way of living so different from what I had known, so much better and full of richness, I look back at those days where I no longer wanted to be alive and think -it’s probably because I wasn’t alive. I had every responsibility and felt every drawback of life but was denied any of the good stuff. You showed me so much more than I ever knew was out there- you sort of saved my life by…showing me how to live it? That’s so cheesy, I-”

And now Sherlock is crying. So John starts crying.

6 AM: they’ve got themselves together by now and moved on to something a little lighter.

"Right…so, you mean to tell me that James Moriarty, criminal mastermind, scary man with an affinity for the latest in explosive fashion, still sleeps with a teddy bear?”

"Precisely.”

"How did you figure that one out?”

"It took a few-visits- to piece it together, mostly because I was in disbelief myself, but he shows signs of a stiff neck as if he sleeps in an extremely bent position with one arm hooked partially under himself, likely around a small item. Persistence of this soreness shows that he didn’t just sleep wrong once, he makes a habit of this position. But what really sealed the realization was the right thumbnail. Much shorter than all the others, wrinkled texture, dry skin around the edges where the rest of his finers are immaculately manicured. Exposed to moisture for long periods of time.”

"No fuckin way!”

"Oh yes. He sucks his thumb. What a terrifying creature.”

Hysterical laughter.

"I’m always curious what you could tell about me right away and what took you a bit longer.”

That’s a dangerous path John- not everyone wants to know what others can tell about them.”

"Yeah but I’m just tired enough to ask anyway.”

"Well, all the things I pointed out at Bart’s…then more and more about your childhood based on your dating habits…around a month after we moved in I had narrowed down the approximate size of your…tyre lever…”

"Really?”

"Well…I had underestimated, to be honest. Your stature is misleading, as I’m sure you know.”-

"So, that is to say, you were-”

"Incredibly anxious and then surprised in the best possible way.”

"I was going for ‘not disappointed’, but alright.”

"Not in the slightest. My God, not even a little. In fact, what’s the opposite of disappointed?”

"Satisfied?”

"More than.”

"Sated?”

"Never.”

7 AM: Talking has ceased. The sun seeps in at the sides of the drapes, pale and gray. It’s a bit chilly, but neither know- it’s aafe and warm in the bubble of their room.

Neither sleep until around noon, after tea and toast in bed- the rain hits the roof in steady droves, tapping occasionally at the window if the wind blows a certain way.

Sherlock gets absolutely no work done.

A few years ago, I started doing this thing where I take care of myself from a third-person perspective. It started when I got diagnosed with my neurological condition, as a way to remember and embrace that I had a handicap, and that my life would improve if I observed proper care of it. For example, when I started to get overloaded I taught myself to step outside of the situation and say, “Self, hey, I think we need to get out of here. Remember that you’re sick, and it’s okay that you’re sick. I know you’re still working, and I’m sorry, but it’s time to take us home.” A big step in my life happened when, on one of those days where just nothing worked at all, I just put myself to bed with a book and glass of milk at 4:00 in the afternoon, saying, “We did our best, but I think we need to shut this day down. This is your job right now; I need you to get a lot of rest, because there’s a lot to do tomorrow.” Everything feels so much better when someone understands and accepts what’s up with you, even if it IS you. Even the tough-love aspect through the worst of times that says, “I know this is breaking you down into little pieces, and I’m so, so sorry to do this, but I need you to keep going. I’m going to get us out of this, but in order to that I need you to keep going” makes everything so much easier. 

It’s turned into this major thing in my life. I can already state that this is the most important thing for success in grad school. When you can look at yourself objectively and feel a need to care for that good, hardworking little human as best you can, it makes it easy to put your health and safety first. It’s second nature to celebrate even the smallest victories of that person, because you work so hard to take care of them, and you see that hard work paying off in countless ways. Standing up for yourself if easy when that voice in your head rears up at once, unable to just sit by and let your person get kicked around. It’s hard for me to think, ‘Hey, please don’t say those mean things to me,’ but when I look at the situation from the outside I immediately start going, ‘Woah, buckarooni, you think I am gonna just sit here, let you talk at my human that way? Bouta get my foot in your face is what’s bouta happen, friend.’

This practice has made me more compassionate, more patient, and less tolerant of mistreatment of those around me in any form. The saying, ‘treat others as you treat yourself’ goes a long way when you treat yourself really, really well. I strongly recommend this practice to you student types. Be your own mom/big brother or sister. Or date yourself, be a healthy relationship. Put your own name on the list of people in your support system. 

Guys help I’m emotional

So I wrote a thing- Its a Langst thing.

It isnt finished and its just in the ‘summarize’ stage but… I dont know if I should expand on it?

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Mixup

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, talk of periods

Word Count: 1,913

Prompt: After a witch spews it’s spells on Dean and the reader, the reader wishes for something to happen to Dean, and Dean turns into a whiny bitch about it.

Special thanks to @lipstickandwhiskey for betaing.

It was nearly blinding when the purplish-grey dust flew around you and Dean. Before it could all clear out, and the two of you could actually see, Sam had nailed the witch. One bullet, directly through the back of her head, and you were fine. She collapsed into a heap on the ground, and that was that.

Sam’s nose scrunched up as he approached the two of you. “What the hell did she douse you guys with?”

“Some of her freak weirdo witch juice,” Dean grumbled, practically gagging at the stench that was coming from the dust. “I need to shower, like now.”

“Good thing we’re not far from the motel,” you chimed in. “So what do we do with Bellatrix over there?”

Dean scoffed, “really? Out of all the iconic witches, you pick the one from Harry Potter?”

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About Last Night // The Preacher’s Daughter Part Two [A Mitch Rapp Smut]

Author: @minhosmeanhoe

Series: Part One

Relationship: Mitch Rapp x Reader / Mitch Rapp x OFC

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Public Fingering, Public-ish Oral (Female on Male), Sinning, Thigh Riding, and Swearing.

Word Count: 6,283

Song: Slow Hands (Acoustic) by Niall Horan

A/N: Thank you to my favorite @stilinski-jpeg for proofreading and editing this. I love you!

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Roll for Seduction (Part 2)

Our dragonborn ranger uses grog of whimsy to summon charmed cleric out of the sea. Our drow sorceress then attempts to seduce the cleric so she doesn’t jump back in the water. She succeeded 17 to 12.

DM: you are now doubly seduced. You’re like, “This one speaks my language!”

Cleric: She speaks in a way I understand.

Sorceress: I speak body language.

DM: “…and this one has the right number of limbs!”

The aboleth jumped aboard to reclaim its “girlfriend,” so everyone started discussing how to dispatch it.

Cleric: Maybe someone else seduces it.

DM: *joking* Everyone seducing it—eventually it joins the party.

When the monk finally killed it, it looked kind of mournfully at the cleric before it died.

Cleric: Oh my goodness, I feel sort of bad now.

Ranger: It was going to take you away to make you its tentacle hentai queen! Don’t feel bad!

Wand Play

Request: “request for either a newt scamander or sirius black smut!”

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 1683

Warnings: SMUT

A/n: I haven’t written for my bby Newt in so long, so I decided to go with him! But I’d be glad to write something for Sirius too, just request if you want it xx


“And where did you get that wand, Mr Scamander?” you mocked, the wizard cocking a brow at your remark.

“Well, I bought it at Ollivander’s of course.” The man shifted, pushing his chest out a little bit as if to assert his dominance over your smaller figure. The Goldstein sisters had invited you to dinner at their place, along with their British friend Newt Scamander. The man interested you, and you seemed to interest him too, so you had been flirting back and forth in a very flippant manner.

“Oh (Y/n), stop teasing poor Newt about his plain ol’ wand.” Queenie giggled.

“Plain?” Newt lifted his head, sending a frown in the direction of the now hushed blonde. You’d all had a little bit to drink, resulting in none of you quite being able to hold back your honest opinions.

“It is rather boring.” You smirked friskily. “Although, it is in great contrast to its wielder.”

Newt brought his wine-filled cup up to his lips, trying to conceal the giddy grin that spread across his face.

“I only wish that you could find my wand as interesting as you do me.” Newt grumbled, his cheeks rosy from the alcohol that ran through his veins like a hot adrenaline.

“Maybe one day I will.” You retorted, running your finger around the rim of your glass. Newt bit his lip as an image popped up into his head. One of him pleasuring you.

“Maybe one day you will.” He echoed, taking another gulp from his drink.

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|Late Night Conversations| R.MANTLE /PART ONE\

It was hard day for me. My arm is bandaged, it hurt like shit but I have this thing for you and I hope you’ll like it. 

Funny story: I came up with this idea when my doctor pulled the glass out of my skin. I’m good fam. I’m a survivor ;)) 

IMAGINE ABOUT: Reggie and reader kinda had ‘a thing’ with eachother but when Jason Blossom death comes out. Reggie immediately leaves the city leaving her with nothing but her feelings. 


I’m not supposed to be like this. 

I’m not supposed to be the sad girl who doesn’t know where the hell she’s going and what the fuck she’s doing. I’m not supposed to care too much about what anyone thinks and I’m not supposed to let words affect my choices. 

I’m supposed to be that bitchy, funny maybe a little nice girl that hungs out with her friends on weekends and goes to an average school to pursue average career. 

So far. I’ve menaged to let one person change up my life like a span of a few months. What’s killing me? I think some part of me thinks I’m supposed to be the girl who cares too much for her own good. 

My parents don’t understand me. I don’t blame them. I fucking love my parents but sometimes, I just need a break. I need a break from a lot of people and I need a break to recycle my old self to keep anyone from getting in and ripping my heart to shreds. 

Sort of like how I’m feeling right now. 

There’s no way to better describe this feelng other than the fact that I’ve tried to drown my feelings multiple times, only to find out those fuckers can swim and do  water tricks as well. 

Exams have been like hell, although I did imagine this week to consist of Reggie kissing up my neck as I study. I shouldn’t even be thinking about this, he’s gone, whatever, he didn’t choose me so fuck him right?

It’s been a few days since Reggie left, and a few days since Archie and I last spoke . Archie and I have been making eye contact at most, and I can tell by the look in his eyes that he has so much to say but can’t. 
I’ve ignored his glances and ignored his silent plea’s to confess to him my true feelings and opinion, so far it’s been good. 

In other news speaking, Reggie’s been leaving me numerous messages, in all shapes and sizes, and every single on of them made my feeling stronger than a rock.

iMessage from Reggie:

i feel sad i dont like this 

(read: 11:34pm 12/04/2017) 





iMessage from: Reggie

i let you down and i know that, but im gonna need u to not give up on me okay?

(read: 9:10am: 13/04/2017) 




iMessage from: Reggie

i dont know what is it or what we are but all i know is that im here in the middle of nowhere hungover as fuck by myself thinking of you and only you

(read: 2:47pm 14/14/2017) 




iMessage from: Reggie

i dont know what to do

(read: 9;15pm  14/14/2017) 




iMessage from Reggie: 

youre mine 

(read: 1:42am 15/04/2017) 




iMessage from Reggie: 

baby girl 

please let me know ur okay

(read: 1:45am 15/04/2017) 



iMessage from Reggie: 

i miss you like crazy 

(read: 1:50am 15/04/2017) 




iMessage from Reggie: 


im not to blame i swear to you

im so scared 


(read: 3:05am 16/05/2017) 

I sat there re-reading every message he sent, analyzing over the words and thinking about what he meand by all of them. This alien feeling in my stomach makes my eyes water whenever and my lips quiver as I read. I don’t know this feeling, and I don’t like this. Reggie’s that kind of persons, he’s the kind I think I’d never be fully mad at. 

I lay in my bed in the late at night. Thinking of nothing but Reggie’s body an my last fucking exam tommorow morning. I like this quietness, althought it would be better with Reggie. Fuck. I should stop thinking like that. I like the moonlight at this time and I like the feeling on my skin against the bed. I like it, all that it is

Just as I was about to exit my messages app, it scrolls back down to Reggie’s chat, notifying me of a new message. 

iMessage from Reggie

i wanna go home 

you read that in 2 second, u were waiting for me? please tell me u were waiting for me 

i miss your lips 

so damn much i could almost taste them 


(read: 3:27am) 


I feel so tempted to reply back. To tell him that thoughs of him have taken over my brain and I can’t help but feel like shit although he’s the one doing all the demage. He’s the one who walked out when I asked him to come clean with me, and he’s the one running away now for a reason he won’t bother telling me. 

I need to stop reminding myself that we’re not together. He can do whatever the hell he wants and i have nothing to say in it whatsoever. I can’t even allow myself to be mad at him. 

I debate in my head wheter I sould reply to ease this misery, knowing he’d been messaging me desperately for the past few days. I miss him like hell. If this is what it felt like not having his arms curled up around my body and his hair tickling my neck. I can only imagine what it would feel like withouth him at all. I decide to message him, a reply something he said says ago. My fingers type the words, staring at them for a few seconds before I press send. 

iMessage to: Reggie

I’m yours 


iMessage from: Reggie 

really?? u decide to text me back when i go to pee? now im happy and the pee wont come out properly 


iMessage to: Reggie

where r u? 


iMessage from Reggie 


im scared and im tired and i just want you 

i fucked up so bad princess, like i always do, but i want you so fucking bad 



iMessage to Reggie

you already have me 




iMessage from Reggie 

now 

i want you now 


iMessage to Reggie

my heart hurts Reggie 

and the only person i can tell is the person who hurt me 

you 

so fuck you 


iMessage from: Reggie

you dont understand 


iMessage to Reggie 

then explain, cause i cant go through this, im not someone you can play with and throw away, talk to me, im beggining you to talk to me 


iMessage from Reggie: 

park on 5th, right fucking now! 



PART TWO

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Ashes [M] Final

Pairing: reader x Hoseok

Genre: angst, vampire!au

Word Count: 8,109

Warnings: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, depictions of violence and gore

A/N: I cannot believe I am finally writing this. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for embracing this story. Thank you for giving me the confidence for stepping outside of my comfort zone as a writer. I was extremely nervous to write a vamp au but you all welcomed this story with open arms. Thank you for loving vamp Hoseok and the OC as much as I have

Originally posted by jengkook

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Final

The pain raging through your body was nothing like you ever felt. The feeling of your teeth coming in that very first time was child’s play compared to this. You tried to stand on your feet, but the searing pain of Hoseok’s torture made you crumple back down to the ground. A pair of hands pulled you up from the grass, and brought you back inside the cabin. This was the worst nightmare you had ever experienced, except you would never wake up from this one.

Someone held a pint of blood to you lips, forcing you to drink until the plastic bag was empty. He sank down onto his knees, but through your blurred vision it was impossible to see his face. But he smelled familiar. “Y/N?” he asked cautiously, and you blinked several times until the red haired vampire came into focus.

“What the hell are you doing here?” you hissed, as you came face to face with one of Kai’s right hand men. “I thought I killed you.”

Chanyeol laughed, “You tried, but Kai was able to pull me out of the boathouse.”

“Chanyeol is on our side, Y/N. You didn’t think that Jimin was the only vampire we had on the inside, did you?. You can put your claws away.” Namjoon informed you as he came trudging through the room followed by the others. All in various stages of the healing process.

“How can I trust him?” you hissed, still unable to accept the redheaded vampire’s presence in the cabin.

The tall vampire looked you straight in your dead eyes, “Because you can’t. I could really care less what happens to you, I just want that asshole dead.”

A chill spread across your spine as he repeated the words you had heard several times over. The two of you stared at each other, enemies fighting for the same cause. You pursed your lips into a thin line as you started to pace the kitchen, “Fine. Tell me what your big plans are.”

Namjoon nodded at the empty chair at the table, “I think you should sit down for this.”

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Dark Nights (Part 5)

Summary: Dean is recovering after going after the Alphas and gets a chance to have some calm time with the reader for once…

Dark Nights Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 2,700ish

Warnings: language

A/N: A little bit of softer side with the boys…

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I love love but..

I like being alone.  I thoroughly enjoy the lack of obligations that go into it.  And it’s not that I wish to banish the idea of a relationship, I’m just aware that my present maturity doesn’t give me the chance to provide someone with the quality time that they deserve.  I refuse to let the person whose willing to take that leap with me feel neglected at any point of that relationship and I know right now that I reside in my head far too much to communicate my feelings properly… at least not 100% of the time.  I see many people chase a relationship far too early with the eagerness that I admire but they aren’t one with themselves yet. I understand growing with someone, but that’s sometimes impossible if you’re on two different sides of the emotional scale.  

Iron Crown (III)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jinyoung

Rating: R

Warning: Domestic abuse

Word Count: 6,071

Summary: As the Crown Princess of Vitus, your land has always been peaceful. When your power-hungry Uncle decides to stop paying the tithe though, things take a turn for the worse. The vampires who reside in the mountains are not happy and in retaliation - they set their sights on you.

Originally posted by wangmins

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TPoH- one week hiatus!

Sorry folks but my hands are kinda janked up and a lot of Things are Happening in the IRL department right now. For the sake of my health and sanity I’m taking a week’s break from TPoH, so sadly there won’t be an update this coming Saturday. I was hoping to make it but I feel like the work would be a hazard to me, and the odds are I wouldn’t be able to make the page as good as I want it to be for you- hope you understand! I’ll be back to it asap.

The gender reveal
  • (The year is 2017; Harry and Draco, aged 37, find themselves at a gender reveal party.)
  • Draco: I don't understand this at all, Potter.
  • Harry, sighing: It's George's newest bestseller. St Mungo's sends WWW the fetus's sex and they magic fireworks to reveal the news. Blue fireworks for boy, pink for girl.
  • Draco: I know that. What I don't understand is why.
  • Harry: It's insane. That's why you don't understand. And another thing! It's not a "gender" reveal. It's a "sex" reveal.
  • Draco, raising an eyebrow: You and Hermione need to stop reading those Witch and Gender Studies books.
  • Harry: I'm serious! All they know is whether the baby will come out with a penis!
  • Draco: Admittedly, an important factor. Oh Salazar, look. We are not playing this game, Harry.
  • Harry: What are they doing?!
  • Draco: I think they're Charming one team blue and one team pink and having them race? This is so undignified. Quick, Disillusion me. Did you bring your Cloak?
  • Harry: Shut up. What I don't understand is, who cares if they have a boy or a girl?
  • Draco: Say what you want about Pureblood traditions, Potter. Call us regressive. Call us bigoted. We would never tolerate this nonsense. Only you barmy progressives could come up with something so preposterous.
  • Harry: Oh bloody hell. Now they have pink and blue cakes and we're supposed to guess the sex by way of eating cake.
  • Draco: Can I demand a blue cake with pink frosting?
  • Harry, laughing: Yes! Let's do it! Let's sneak up and Transfigure them! You make the blue frosting pink on yours. I'm going to make my whole cake rainbow. Can I write "Queer AF" on top? That's what the kids say these days, right?
  • Draco, smirking: Oh, I dare you. If you actually do that, I will do the dishes for a month.
  • ....... Five minutes later......
  • Harry, grimacing: I've never seen a grandmother so angry.
  • Draco, scowling: I've never been accused of brainwashing a fetus before.
  • Harry: Do you think we can leave yet?
  • Draco: Potter, you are the most conspicuous guest at any gathering. No, I don't think we can sneak out before the penis-status announcement.
  • Harry: Have I mentioned how stupid I think this is.
  • Draco: A few hundred times. And though you know I agree with you, you need to stop whining about it.
  • Harry, smirking: Make me, Malfoy.
  • *Heated snogging*
  • Draco: Oh good, here comes the announcement about the presence or absence of the fetus vagina.
  • Harry, snickering: I don't think I've ever heard you say the word 'vagina' before.
  • Draco: Well, it's not in my general vocabulary.
  • Harry: Thank Merlin for that. ... Oh God, here it comes.
  • *Fireworks*
  • Draco: Annnnnnnnnd the fetus has a penis.
  • Harry: I don't understand how I'm supposed to be feeling right now. Am I supposed to be happy?
  • Draco: I don't know. Salazar. I am NOT wearing one of those "It's a Wizard!" hats.
  • Harry: Can we leave yet?
  • Draco: Yes, thank Merlin.
  • Harry: Do we have to say goodbye?
  • Draco: You have absolutely no manners.
  • Harry: Well what the fuck am I supposed to say? Glad to hear your fetus has a cock?
  • Draco: Just shut your mouth and I will do the pleasantries for both of us, then we can go home and I'll show you what else has a cock.
  • Harry, leering: Can we do a reveal with fireworks?

anonymous asked:

Tell us some of your Mama!Hawk headcanons please :)

OH MAN

  • My favorite headcanon is that Riza tends to cook food for more than one person and brings it in to share with Ed. Sometimes on the weekends when she’s out and about she’ll swing by their dorm to drop some off. She knows exactly how much she’s making every time; she just wants to make sure he’s getting a proper meal.
  • She shares books with Alphonse and will go to the Eastern library with him to pick some out. She was very well-read as a child and knows that Al was too, so they spend time scouring the shelves for books that they either both haven’t read or that the other hasn’t. 
  • The Elric brothers know her schedule very well and know that she shops on Thursday nights. More often than not they’ll ‘happen to be in thearea’ whenever she gets groceries and will help her carry them home, especially during the spring/summer months when she walks.
  • The Elrics send her flowers every Mother’s Day.
  • The reason the boys are so attracted to her as a maternal figure is because of how she speaks to them. She’s very honest, as we’ve seen in canon. This carries on to their later lives, and they’ll often call her for advice. 
  • Riza was the first of Team Mustang that was informed of Edward and Winry’s engagement.

anonymous asked:

Hi!! Could you please give us your two cents about how this 2CT is gonna go down with regards to Lizzy? Bc before when I thought there was only one Ciel I was 100% on board the ship. Now that it's confirmed there are two... I just, I mean, I know Lizzy is going to be with O!Ciel, but like R!Ciel is just so freaking alluring, like??? She's always been in love with the R!, but she never knew she was giving that love to O! And asdfdjslsjc I just I don't know what to think anymore!!

Hi anon! Thank you so much for your question, I have so much to say I don’t even know where to begin haha :D 

This is going to get pretty long, but basically I feel that we may see:

- o!Ciel having to acknowledge once and for all that he treasures Lizzy, and that everything he’s done for her has been because of his own feelings and not because of playing the part of the dutiful fiancé.


- Lizzy making a conscious, informed choice and choosing to remain by o!Ciel’s side. Thus showing o!Ciel that if he just trusts, if he just gives people a chance—people can love him for whom he is, rather than just compare him to his brother and find him paling in comparison.  


R!Ciel will just be a catalyst and an agent during all of this, because he’s there to force their hands and make them face each other and their pasts. What remains to be seen is if he’ll actually care for Lizzy the way he used to in the past, or if she’ll just be a chess-piece for him. Whatever it is he does, he is surely going to be pretty manipulative and sly lol 

Since this arc has already brought to the table that o!Ciel is frightened of being happy, I think this is when he’ll have to take out his claws, be selfish—in an entirely different way—put his foot down and say: no. These people care about me, and I want them in my life even if I’m going to make them suffer. You can’t have them.  

At the same time, it should also be the arc where o!Ciel comes to appreciate himself more. Not his identity as head of the Phantomhive house or as a stand-in for his stronger, more capable brother. But as whom he actually is, because he has people who love him dearly and care for him and will be ready to remind him of how much he’s worth in their eyes and why.

I think that’s going to be one of the keys from here on out, because otherwise Yana wouldn’t have brought it up in the first place. However, that’s all assuming Yana will give us a break and let o!Ciel reach a nice development threshold before pulling the rug underneath his feet again for whatever it is she has planned next lol It all depends on how dark she wants the manga to be and on how close (or far) we’re to the end. 

Now for all the otp ramblings! lol 

I have made a couple of posts about Lizzy and 2CT HEREHERE, HERE and HERE and those are probably more organized than this one is going to be. But since I can’t seem to shut up about this, here we go!

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i can’t respond to all the asks i’ve gotten in the past few days! here’s a post addressing some of the messages i’ve gotten re: that last ace diary comic

to all the ace and lgbt folk that came to share their experiences and support:
thank you so much. it means a lot to me to hear from people in my communities, and it always brightens my day to see other aces sharing common experiences with each other. i don’t think 5 years ago when i first discovered asexuality i would have even believed that so many other ace and ace/gay people existed!

to the people who sent hate about things i had already addressed in my previous comments on the matter please actually take some time to look at my blog and responses on my post before sending senseless rude comments.
i’ve apologized for being unaware of the complications with the term “allosexual” and i acknowledge that my comic was easy to misconstrue as an oversimplification of gay experiences. i apologize again for the confusion and my mistaken use of bad terms. i stand by the fact that it was not the word i should have used to convey what i meant, which was purely just the factual classification “non-aces”

to the ones calling me “abusive” and “homophobic” to my gf:

-frankly i don’t even know where to start with this one. maybe look at my other daily comics for context? maybe get some perspective about what homophobia is actually like? try coming from a conservative family and dating another gay girl from a conservative family! 

-shockingly, two gay people can be happily in a relationship even with different sexualities. our relationship is one of unconditional love and support - we’ve navigated and celebrated our differences for three years and intend to continue to do so.

-you cannot assume that every ace person is sex repulsed/attraction repulsed or knows nothing of intimacy. some are, but you cannot assume it of all aces. maybe actually talk to an ace person before making assumptions about their lives and relationships! if you’re curious about the ace experience in relationships with non-ace folks, please message me privately and I’d be happy to inform you. I’m not quite sure how the comic was read as “gay sexual attraction is gross”.. if anything it was meant to be self deprecating for forgetting such a common thing as sexual attraction exists. even tho i’m ace i am frankly The Biggest Gay

-my girlfriend “looks uncomfortable” in that comic because i DREW her that way. in our real life interaction, she was talking about sexual attraction to a former crush with her current, long term girlfriend! she said it was embarrassing because the feelings were irrelevant now. if you looked at my blog for context or at her blog (http://scorpiialpha.tumblr.com/) you’d realize instantly the dynamic between us, instead of assuming it from one small section of my diary comics.

(btw right hand pic above is done by her she wanted to contribute 2 this post and it’s great) 

ANYWAY,

i’m sorry i cannot reply individually to all of you, but thank you again to all the supportive anons, all the other lesbians and aces in my inbox, and those who came to calmly explain and help me understand my mistake with the terms i used. I’ve been so disconnected with tumblr that it saddens me to hear that there’s been so much controversy around ace people. I don’t know the details and it sounds like there were rashly made comments on both sides.

i made some mistakes with my last auto-bio comic, but i will not stop making ace/gay content. it has always been important to me to normalize lgbt experiences and to create works with diversity. i’ve had experiences that convinced me i was broken and my asexuality would sink any potential relationships, so these auto-bio comics with my girlfriend are especially important to me - to show aces with the same fears that there’s always hope, and to rid myself of any remaining lack of confidence in my identity.

like i figure the hardest lesson i’ve ever had to learn being a parent is that you’re literally being watched 24/7 all the fucking time. by the most persistent, the most observant, and the one who’ll have the biggest impact to you for ever.

that person is your child.

your reactions, how you model relationships, how you fight, how you treat adversity, how you treat people weaker than you, how well you respect consent… all of it, your child watches. and since you’re their centre of the universe… what you do? they will pick up as the first thing they’ll do when that circumstance occurs.

like they won’t know you’re doing it because your tired, or because your parents did that shitty thing to you when you were a kid and now you have this poor coping mechanism. they don’t know. and since you’re literally the fucking sun to their universe, they’re not going to critically examine it and act around it, they’re going to adopt it.

the person who needs to critically examine it? that’s you. you’re going to have to do it. you can undo some of the damage when they’re a little older, but when they’re babies, or toddlers, they’re not going to understand, so all that work is going to be on you.

like, i’ve had moments in my life when i was, like, forced to change how i was, because what i was doing was hurting people, or was hurting me. and becoming a parent was one of those things, and it feels right now like it’s literally the most complete change i’ve made, because it forces you to look at yourself, from the ground up, from the base assumptions of how you operate, and ask yourself… “do you want your kids to pick this up?”