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you know what pisses me the fuck off? you act like not liking a member is awful. it's really not. when theres a group of friends and you like some of them and some of them not theres not a problem either? god fucking damn it yes I'd be happy if that particular member would leave, because I (!) also think he contributes absolutely nothing to this band. why do you act like its criminal? i mean I wont say it to him or tweet it anywhere or what ever. its not that deep

lol, at least not be a coward and put a name on such strong words. yet here you are as anon. typical.

It’s not really about not “liking” a member, my point is more really on “hating” on a particular member or a ship if this is a reaction to that other post of mine. also if you have a group of friends and you don’t like some of them, then you’re not friends. lol wtf is even calling someone a friend and you don’t like them :))))) that’s dumb. I’m not saying it’s criminal, for me, it’s just dumb.

I understand preferences but what is your basis for not liking someone in bangtan? the 5 mins of bangtan bomb we get? the 4 mins performance? 3 page magazine interview? 20 mins vlive video? My thing is that there are only a few moments we have of these boys and that we don’t know who they really are as a whole because we don’t actually spend/see them all the time, all the hours of the day. So not liking them based on selective info about who they are as a person is kind of unreasonable to me. There’s only so much we know about them and what you notice is the negative?! why? 

It goes the same for ships. Shipping for me is a part of fandom culture and an extension of our affections and adoration for bangtan. It’s a step away from reality and it’s something we gush about to each other and must always be taken in that out-of-reality context. It’s not real and to specifically exclude people that likes ships you don’t like is just a waste of time to me. because it’s not real and you might be missing-out on talking to amazing people just because you have an irrational view about things that aren’t even real. 

If you specifically really don’t like someone in Bangtan then don’t call yourself a bangtan fan. You’re just a fan of the 6 members, don’t concern yourself with Bangtan as a whole then. Also who are you to think that someone in bangtan contributes absolutely nothing to the band!??! How does one even conclude that?!

All We Know (Chapter 2)

Summary: After a disastrous date, you hope to never see Bucky Barnes again. But after a horrible accident, you and Bucky are forced to team up to do the unthinkable – raise a child
Characters: Bucky, reader, mentions of Clint and Natasha
Warnings: none yet
Word count: 824
A/N: Here’s part 2. I hope you enjoy it! <3 Let me know what you think!

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Originally posted by livvy1800

You and Bucky sat at a nearby Starbucks, both staring at your untouched hot drinks. Bucky’s face was pale, his brows were furrowed together in thought. You could only imagine you looked the same. You were now guardians to a child, Nat and Clint’s daughter. You loved Emily, she was a bright child, soon to be a year old. You remembered all the barbecues and parties Nat and Clint used to have. People always gathered in the backyard, sitting on funky chairs that Clint built himself, chatting about life, children, work. Typical parent stuff. You never really fit in with the crowd, always being the single one. You’d seen Bucky at most of the parties too, he was best friends with Clint. Unlike you, he always had a different girl around him every time. Both of you were there when Nat gave birth to little Emily. You remember holding her in your arms, Bucky looking over your shoulder. That’s when Nat suggested you two should go out, have some fun. Never again.

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Title: Thanks for Being Here

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: It’s short and sweet. I believe one of the requests was for a previous game, but I didn’t get to it in a timely manner and I wanted to make sure I got this one out before too much time had passed. I also posted a Jordie Benn imagine tonight. Max Domi is up tomorrow, and it might be my favorite imagine yet…

Word Count: 1,403


Your eyes instinctively fell closed, your heart sinking into your stomach. Taking a deep breath, you opened your eyes, skimming the sea of disappointed fans all around you; finally settling on Auston. Standing by the bench, his hands were resting on the top of his stick, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as the Capitals celebrated at the other end of the ice.

You had managed to make it to all of his home games during the playoffs; carefully planning your schedule and reworking your obligations back home, making the 5-hour drive from Michigan each game. The two of you had met when he was playing with the National Development Team and both of you worked hard to maintain your relationship over the past few years, despite the distance. For all the doubt there had been surrounding the Leafs at the beginning of the season, you couldn’t be happier for Auston and how far the Leafs had come, but it was still disappointing to see the boys lose.

You heard Ema sigh as her arm wrapped around your shoulders, giving you a squeeze; the two of you sporting matching frowns. Your eyes followed Auston as he made his way through the handshake line, then to center ice as the team saluted the crowd, his shoulders slumped. You and Auston’s family headed to the lower level of the arena to wait for him. Your phone buzzed moments later, slipping it out of your pocket you saw a text from Auston.

Auston: I’ll meet you back at my place? More media stuff to do than usual.

(Y/N): Okay. I love you.

Auston: Love you.

As you went to put your phone back in your pocket, you noticed Ema was quickly typing a message out on hers. Glancing up at you, she gave you a quick smile.

“I guess we’re all getting the same message?” she asked. “We’re supposed to leave and he’ll talk to us later?

“Yep, that’s the same one I got.” you sighed, just wishing you were able to give Auston a hug.

“Brian and I are taking the girls out for a late dinner. Do you want to join us?” she asked.

“I appreciate the offer but would you mind just dropping me off at Auston’s on your way?” you questioned. “I should be there when he gets back.”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

The short drive to Auston’s from the ACC felt like an eternity. You waved goodbye to his family, watching as the car drove away. Walking slowly into the building, you thanked the doorman as he held the door, making your way to the elevator, and stepping into Auston’s condo a few minutes later. You changed into your pajamas and made a cup of tea before settling the love seat on the balcony, overlooking the bright lights of the Toronto skyline, the cool spring air felt nice on your skin.

You were lost in thought a while later when the glass door slid open, Auston stepping out onto the balcony, having already changed out of his suit and into a pair of sweats and a t-shirt.

“Hey.” he mumbled, forcing a quick smile on his face before it fell, sliding the door closed behind him. “I was looking for you for like, 5 minutes. I thought my parents took you out to eat with them.” he said, walking over to you, taking a seat beside you.

“They offered, but I wanted to be here when you got home.” you said, setting your mug on the low table in front of you.

You leaned back, Auston crossing his arms in front of him before resting his head against the wall, his eyelids fluttering shut. You sat in silence for a few minutes, listening to Auston’s steady breathing. You knew he was upset about the loss, and you didn’t want to pressure him to talk about it. You scooted closer to him, his arm instantly draping around your shoulders, you cuddled into his side, his arm pulling you closer.

“I’m sorry.” he breathed, finally opening his eyes, turning his head to look down at you after a few moments. “I can’t believe you drove hours to see… that.”

“Auston, you have nothing to be sorry for.” you said, your hand resting on his chest. He looked down at you, unconvinced. “I would drive that distance to see you lose every game of the season if it meant I got to spend more time with you.”

A smiled tugged briefly at the corners of his mouth before settling into a straight line. “You’re too good to me, you know that?” he said, shaking his head sadly.

“I know this whole season has been hard on you, you’ve been more stressed than I’ve ever seen you. Is there anything I can do to help?” you asked earnestly, looking for any way to soothe your boyfriend’s worries.

“You being here is more than enough.” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I didn’t want to lose, I’d give almost anything to still be playing, but you know, I’m just exhausted. Just sitting here with you and not having to think about opponents, systems, scoring…. It’s just what I need.” he admitted.

“Do you want to talk about the game?” you prompted.

“No.” he said flatly. “Maybe tomorrow, maybe next week, maybe never. Right now, there’s just so much shit going on in my head. I don’t even know if I was making sense to the media.” he sighed. “And then tomorrow is just another day of interviews where I’ll get to keep talking about it.” he frowned.

“Can I tell you one thing?”

“Sure.” Auston replied, reaching up to brush a strand of hair off of your face.

“I’m so proud of you, Aus. You’ve been working so hard for so long and I’m glad it’s paying off. I’m just so happy for you and I’m really proud of you.” you said.

Auston smiled the first genuine smiled he had all night. You tilted your head, your lips meeting his with a matching smile.

“Thank you for being here.”

“I’ll stay as long as you need me to.” you said, running a hand through his hair, pulling his lips back to yours.

“You mean that?” he questioned as he pulled back.

“Of course, I do.” He nodded, turning to lay on his back, resting his head on your lap, his long legs draped over the armrest. Your fingers tangled into his dark locks, massaging his scalp. He relaxed into your touch, looking up at you through his long lashes. He studied your face, thinking. You raised your eyebrow, but he gave you no hints as to what he was thinking.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, Matthews?” you laughed after a moment. He reached up, pulling one of your hands away from his head, holding it in his own over his heart.

“I know you have a lot going on at home and I’ll be heading back to Arizona in a few days. But… maybe next season you’d want to be here in Toronto with me… permanently.” You saw insecurity in his eyes, unsure of what your answer would be.

“Are you asking me to move in with you?” you smiled, your heart almost beating out of your chest.

“Yeah. I am. Then you wouldn’t have to spend so much time driving. If you wanted, I’m sure you could get a work visa; you wouldn’t have to if you didn’t want to though. I know it’s a lot to think about, but then you’d be around after all my games. And I think you’ll find I’m a lot more fun after wins. I just think—“ he babbled nervously.

You leaned down, your lips finding his to shut him up.

“That means you’ll think about it?” he asked when you leaned back a few moments later.

“Yeah. I’ll think about it.” you agreed. “I already have an answer, so make sure to give me a heads up if you change your mind.”

“I won’t.” he smiled. A shiver ran through him, goose bumps rising on his skin. “It’s cold, babe. Can we go to bed?”

“Of course, babe.” you replied as Auston sat up. “You need sleep.”

“And I need you to cuddle with me.” he said, a playful pout spreading across his lips.

“There’s nothing I’d rather do.”


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Request: Hey I absolutely love your imagines, can you do one where Y/N is comforting Auston Matthews about the most recent OT loss and just the overall stress of the playoffs. Like super fluffy and cuddly pleasee

I THINK I MADE THE CUTOFF UNLESS IM TOTALLY OUT OF IT, if that is the case go on with your wonderful selves and ignore this! But can I request an Auston Matthews imagine where you live in the U.S. (Michigan maybe?) And make it up to his last game of the playoffs and comfort him after? (Also,sorry if this has been requested!)  

imagine maggie or alex doing something ridiculous and the other rolls their eyes and is like “really” and whoever did the Ridiculous Thing is like “yeah, but you love me” and it’s just… silent. because they had never really said those three words yet but it was the most honest thing either of them have said.

Serena and Anger

Originally posted by the-azure-wind

TLDR: A combination of analysis, praise, and criticism in regards to Serena and her portrayal throughout Arc V.

So Serena is a weird favorite character for me in that, on my initial viewing of Arc V, she didn’t really stand out to me much.  I didn’t dislike her, but nothing about her had resonated with me yet.  Key word though because as I thought about her as a character and rewatched a few episodes I fell head over heels in love.

I couldn’t grasp the reason why.  I didn’t feel as if I had missed anything about her character the first time.  Still one trait of hers was striking: her anger.  It’s been a facet ever since I’ve always enjoyed, but with Arc V’s conclusion and a few weeks to digest everything, now I feel I can talk about it in fully.

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anonymous asked:

What Harry meant: Equality for all should be fundamental and something that should be done without politics involved. Everyone should be accepted without a question to it. What nasties hear: Equality isn't that big of a deal and not worthy of political controversy.

it costs 0 dollars to not twist people’s words, and yet that’s exactly what happens

new genre concept: soft apocalypse

the world as we know it has ended and mother nature starts taking back what’s hers. there are no zombies or cannibals or murderous bandits. the most valued members of the community are those who know how to garden and farm, sew and weave, treat wounds, work wood or build with bricks, cook from scratch. 

people bond together to begin rebuilding instead of killing each other. everyone teaches each other whatever they do know and works together to figure out the stuff none of them know. books become incredibly valued resources because they’re often the only way to learn critical information. if someone is elderly, disabled, or otherwise unable to work at the same level as most of the community, they’re taken care of by the others, not told any sort of “survival of the fittest” bs.

as the generations ware on, communities begin expanding into small cities. some of the settlements even find ways to repurpose solar or wind power on a small scale and have electricity in some of their buildings. storytellers wander the countryside telling tales of the old world in return for some hot stew or a place to rest for the night, and the mythos of the new world start to incorporate elements of the past. the only thing that remains constant is that humans survive, and they do it by working together.

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red spoils blue in his own way

does this count as spoiling?? idk he indulges his bf sometimes

A banner I made for the Samwell Student Union, they keep track of all the events in the Check Please Fandom!

https://samwellstudentunion.tumblr.com/

(board inspired by Check Please comic 2.1- Moved In)

Reasons They Do That

A list of reasons why a character may do something:

  • They’re selfless - They just can’t leave the kid that’s stuck despite the probability of them dying in the process of saving that kid.
  • They’re selfish - They just can’t do something because they’re too focused on what may happen to themselves
  • Their past - A dog once bit them when they were a young child and now they’re wary of dogs (doesn’t matter if they provoked the dog, bc people remember things like that)
  • They know way too much - As in, they might know the statistical probability of car crashes and therefor do not drive or get into cars (though of course, this isn’t the only example of this)
  • They’re naive/gullible - The character doesn’t see that clearly this person is against them because they just don’t pay attention enough/don’t see the warning signs.
  • Conspiracies - They just went way too deep into youtube and found way too many conspiracy videos and now everything is just a conspiracy. (Perfect example: Hodgins from Bones)

All of these could work for or against your character. Whether it be the secondary character that is too selfless and has to go back and save the main character, or the “villain” is just way to naive to see that your hero is taking apart their plan. Or maybe the MC got way into conspiracies and it led them to real conspiracies in the bad government they live in.

These are only some of the possibilities that I could think of, people are free to add to this list :)

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this is how it happened right

Vanguard

(also on ao3)

inspired by @drisrt‘s amazing art (check it - and all their other stuff - out friends, pure amaze)


“It is not because Zarkon suspects anything?” Ulaz asks.

He gets right to the point. The hallway they have sequestered themselves in will only be empty for so long, another patrol unit is set to pass through there in a few minutes.

“Doubtful,” Thace says. “I have been careful.”

“Then why send you to the frontlines of Haneer?”

Thace does not like the idea either. It seems counterproductive to the Blade of Marmora’s goal to take down the Galra empire by helping them to expand it. He would much rather continue cautiously collecting what information he can from the databases on the ship as he has been.

“You act as if I am the only one going.”

“You are the only one that matters.”

“Do not worry. If I should fall another of the blades will take my place. You will not be alone in your mission.”

“That is not what I mean.”

Ulaz takes a step forward and reaches up, trails his fingers along Thace’s jaw and up his cheek. It is an intimacy they have not allowed themselves since they came aboard Zarkon’s ship.

“Ulaz,” Thace cautions.

They are running out of time.

“Give me this,” Ulaz pleads.

Thace hesitates only a moment before his resolve weakens and he grabs Ulaz’s hand, presses their foreheads together. He allows them a moment where they only have each other to worry about. A short-lived moment, gone as both of their ears perk at the sound of mechanical footsteps in the distance.

“Knowledge or death,” Thace says, pulling away.

“Knowledge or death,” Ulaz repeats. “Please. Be safe.”

Thace nods, gives him a ghost of a smile before backpedaling away and disappearing down the next hall.