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WARNING: the following text contains spoilers and can be considered disturbing to some readers. especially my brain, because it’s leaking out my ears after typing this.

This is the first movie ever I’ve gone to see on opening night. And let me just say that, for the record, I’m glad I went to watch with friends. Without them, I would have most likely calmly exited the room, climbed up to the roof, and dived straight off.

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today on overthinking the trading card anime

So the whole Kaiba-calling-Joey-a-dog thing is pretty infamous, to the point that it’s the source of their ship name. And the dub may have played it up a little, but it’s still definitely a thing in the original.

Which is why it’s notable that in the subs, there’s one other time that Kaiba brings up dogs:

When he’s talking about himself in relation to Gozaburo.

And we get the same connection in the manga, too, with this panel of Gozaburo (literally or metaphorically? it’s all in Mokuba’s head, so it’s a little hard to tell) forcing a young Seto to wear a dog collar.

There’s definitely some interesting stuff we could take from this. We could be dealing with an example of the classic “abused kid becomes a bully by turning their abuser’s tactics on other people” (and if we take some of the stuff Kaiba says to Joey as paraphrased versions of things Gozaburo said to mini!Seto…ouch). But it’s also interesting to look at in the context of Joey and Kaiba as foils.

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Teachers AU with flirty gym teacher!Marinette requested by @stirredbrew

Sorry in advance, this is longer than I imagined it would be and also she doesn’t get flirty for a little while rip (also i didn’t include a lot of flirting rlly so)

  • Marinette Dupain-Cheng loves fashion. And she loves working out, being active, anything that takes her breath away.
  • Because of her interest in both, her dream is to start her own brand of sportswear for women (some with pockets definitely), but in the meantime, she works at her old collège as a PE teacher and makes clothes on commission or for herself
  • She’s been working there for a couple of years, and she absolutely loves the kids that come through. Her students usually love her too, because she’s really understanding but also doesn’t take crap
  • There have been whispers, both among the students and staff, that a new maths teacher would be coming in. She brushes it off.
  • One day, when her students are supposed to be running laps, they’re instead in groups, chattering excitedly.
  • “What’s going on?” Mari asks, because she is a poor clueless babe.
  • They tell her that the new maths teacher’s finally here, and a few of them will be switching to his class. She’s a bit curious, because she hadn’t seen him yet. She lets her class talk a little more before telling them they can talk and walk at the same time.
  • While she’s watching them go, she hears the doors open behind her and turns to see if someone came late, but is surprised by the headmaster and a person she doesn’t recognize
  • He’s tall, has longer blond hair that’s pulled back into a short ponytail, and looks kind of lanky. She smirks as she thinks about how her parents would try to feed him their entire kitchen if they met him.
  • She calls out for her students to finish their warm-up laps before strutting over. The headmaster tells her she was just showing their new maths teacher around.
  • Said new guy smiles at her kindly and holds out his hand. She grabs it, and maybe squeezes a little too tight, but he doesn’t seem to notice.
  • “I’m Adrien,” he tells her. She finds it odd that he left off his last name, but introduces herself anyways.
  • “Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she says, giving him a small smile. “You can address me by my last name.”

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bigjellymonster  asked:

Drarry Prompt: (8th year) Where Draco ends up holding Harry's hand every time he is scared. This comes as a surprise to both of them.

Harry gaped at Malfoy, their fingers laced together. Malfoy was staring blankly ahead, his mouth twisted in a frown. Harry was too in shock to say anything. Too confused to move. The had been in Potions, somehow paired up together again, working on their Draught of Living death, when out of nowhere, his hand had flown to Harry’s, gripping it tightly. Harry had been mid-sentence, explaining how they could have used this potion during the war. He found himself unable to finish, his thoughts lost completely. He couldn’t focus with the warmth of Malfoy’s hand in his own. Harry could feel the other boy’s heartbeat, pulsing quickly between his fingers. He swallowed.



Draco shook his head roughly, as if trying to expel the memories from his head. His eyes focused around him and he realised he was sitting in the Potions classroom.


He turned his head, a sneer forming on his face.

“What, Potter? Can’t figure out a simple potion? The instructions are right in front of you.”

Potter looked like he was trying to hold back a laugh, as he raised their joined hands. Draco spluttered, a soft blush forming on his face. He ripped his hand away like it was on fire.

“Taking advantage of me? Just wait..” He trailed off. “Nevermind.”

Neither of them spoke the rest of the class,


It wasn’t until a Defense Against the Dark Arts class a couple of weeks later that it happened again.

They had been standing next to each other in the semi-circle, waiting for the Boggart to approach. Everyone already knew how to cast a Patronus, but their new Professor had decided it was worth going over again. Draco glanced over at Potter and caught himself staring. He frowned. Draco didn’t know how they kept getting stuck working together. Some inter-house unity bollocks. McGonnagall had decided that after the war, the students who returned needed to get along better and be more accepting of each other. Some Hufflepuff nonsense, as far as Draco was concerned.

Suddenly, it was his turn to face off with the Boggart. He gasped as it shifted and morphed in front of him, and all of a sudden Potter was standing before him, a cruel smile twisting his face. He reached for Potter’s hand, gripping it tightly.


Harry couldn’t move, save for his eyes darting back and forth between Malfoy and the imposter standing in front of him. He vaguely registered that Malfoy was clutching his hand tightly, but he couldn’t focus on that. Why was he Malfoy’s boggart? And then the Boggart Harry started talking.

“I can’t believe I saved you. I should have let you die in that fire. Should have let you die on that bathroom floor. Should have finished the job then.”

Harry noticed Malfoy start shaking, and then realised his own was shaking. He looked down and saw they were holding hands again. When did that happen? He tried to let go, but Malfoy was holding on so tightly he didn’t stand a chance.

“You weren’t worth saving! You just went right back to join Voldemort, then slinked away with your family, your tails between your legs. What good have you done since?”

Harry shook his head and stepped forward, catching the attention of the Boggart, as it changed again, this time into a Dementor. Harry sighed, shaking his head. Of course it was still the same, he still couldn’t get over that fear. The fear of fear itself, as Lupin had said.


The room was silent as the Boggart moved on, and Harry tugged on his hand that was joined with Malfoy’s.

“You know, I don’t regret saving you, right?” He said quietly.

Malfoy finally met his eyes and shook his head slowly, after some time dropping his hand to his side.


One week later, walking with Potter and Pansy in between classes, Draco was pushed against a wall. He turned around to face his attacker and it was some Hufflepuff Eighth Year. He didn’t know his name, but he knew his face. They shared most of their classes together. He didn’t even have time to reach for his wand before the larger boy had his out and pressed against his chest.

“You know, nobody would mind if I just hexed you right here. You shouldn’t have come back. No one wants you here.”

Draco closed his eyes and flinched, not able to defend himself, preparing for the worst.


Justin Finch-Fletchly? When had he developed such a mean streak? Harry started to protest, stepping closer to Malfoy, his hand reaching for his wand, when suddenly it was full of something. He looked down. Malfoy had grabbed his hand. Again. He couldn’t help the smile that started to form on his face, before he brought his attention back to Justin.

“You and I both know what will happen if you do that, and I don’t think you want to fight me.” He started, magic flaring in his veins. Justin’s eyes went wide, and he stepped back, shaking his head. “Whatever, Harry. He’s not worth it, anyway.”

As Justin walked off, Pansy turned to Malfoy.

“I can’t believe you were just going to take it, You didn’t deserve that! Everyone knows the position you were put in, they basically put your entire trial in the Prophet!” She sighed. “Come on, Draco. Let’s go to class.”

As they turned to walk away, Malfoy tugged Harry along. Either he didn’t realise he was still holding on, or he didn’t want to let go. Harry didn’t mind either way.


Eighth years from every house sat huddled together in their shared common room. It was Halloween and somehow Pansy had convinced Draco to participate in the movie night they were having. Some Gryffindor had brought a muggle movie in and Granger had figured out how to make it work without a… television? Whatever that was.

He somehow found himself on the couch, sitting next to Potter, Weasley on his other side. It didn’t bother him as much as he expected.


Harry could feel the heat of Malfoy’s body, his leg pressing against his, but for some reason he didn’t want to move it away. Seamus had brought in Nightmare on Elm street. Harry had heard his cousin talking about it with his friends once, but he had never been able to see it. Thank Merlin Hermione was clever and fixed it so everyone could watch.

He looked over at Malfoy, He had started growing out his hair more, it hung loosely around his face, kissing his cheeks. Harry blushed. He did not think of Malfoy and kissing in the same sentence. He didn’t.

He couldn’t focus the entire movie. He knew there was something going on with this guy going into dreams, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Malfoy. He was so present next to him, he couldn’t stop thinking of their thighs pressing together, their feet resting against each other. He was so preoccupied, he almost didn’t notice when Malfoy’s hand found his, gripping it tightly. He was too busy watching Malfoy’s face, watching his eyebrows shoot into his hair in shock. He swallowed and turned to face the movie, unconsciously stroking the other boy’s hand with his thumb.


“Um.. Malfoy?” Harry finally got his attention, after standing nearby for a few minutes, unsure what to say.

“Yes, Potter? Here to harass me?” He looked up from his book and raised his eyebrow at Harry.

“What’s going on? I mean, with the hand holding? Hermione is making me talk to you. I told her to mind her own business, but then Ron and Neville ganged up on me, too. Um.”

Malfoy scoffed.

“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about. I think you should go.”

“I… don’t mind.” Harry struggled to get out. “The hand holding, I mean. I just don’t understand. You hate me.”

Malfoy just stared at him. Harry stood there for a moment before he cleared his throat and nodded sharply.

“Right, then. Right. Okay.”

He turned and rushed out of the library.


Draco caught up to Potter near the Great Hall.

“Wait!” He called out, coming to a stop a few feet behind him. “I… I don’t know. The hand thing. It just happened. And then again.”

Harry turned and frowned.

“So, what?”

“I mean, I don’t hate you.” Draco forced out. “I don’t think I ever did, not really. I think I was just angry. And jealous. And, well. I don’t think Pansy understands. What I had to go through. What you went through.”

Harry tilted his head to one side. Draco thought he looked like a confused puppy, and shoved down the thought that it was slightly adorable.

“But, why?”

Draco sighed.

“I’m not sure. That potions class. It’s like I was back in the war. You were talking about it and then I was there. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. And Defense? That boggart-” Draco clenched his jaw and looked away.

Harry stepped closer.

“It’s okay, you know. To be scared?”

Draco frowned.

“I’m not! Why would I be scared, Potter?”


His head snapped up at Harry’s use of his name.

Harry held out his hand and Draco took it, a slow grin forming on his face. Together, they walked into the Great Hall.

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anonymous asked:

yo i haven't seen pd2 in like YEARS but yuuri and victor in your little drabble had me weak and i don't even know what kinda factor they play in the movie or if there's anything else you can give us but i'd love to see more of them because. yes @ them being all over each other in front of everyone when people have shit to do, i.e. important ruling a kingdom stuff

well, the dynamic between the queen and joe in the movies (can’t say much about the books bc it’s been years since i read one of them lmao) is that they’ve got a will they won’t they tension going on and literally the entire damn country ships them (the friggin bishop or…. whatever religious leader officiating the wedding was like “finally” when they did get married in pd2 lolol) and yea that’s probably what i’d be going for. but with a couple tweaks since a lot of details have been shifted around in this au to make it work better with the yoi cast lol

Viktor’s never seen anyone as stoic as Mr Katsuki before in his life. He runs a tight ship, getting all the other security officers into line and smartly suited up. He obsessively goes over every possible breach or flaw at every venue, even drawing up blueprints and maps of the buildings Viktor sets foot in just so he knows the weaknesses of each wall, the locations of each ventilation shaft. He knows the precise details of Viktor’s schedule down to the minute, coordinating with Lilia, his chief advisor and assistant, until everything around the King seems to flow like clockwork, the well-oiled cogs of a machine designed to protect his every step.

“Why are you doing this?” he asks Mr Katsuki once, a couple months into his tenure as chief of security, and Mr Katsuki only smiles a tight, brittle smile that doesn’t reach his calculating yet sparkling eyes.

“I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you were hurt, Your Majesty,” he replies.

Viktor laughs at just how earnestly serious the man looks. “My life is in your hands already, Mr Katsuki. You might as well call me Viktor.”

There’s a little chink in Mr Katsuki’s armour at that when his cheeks flush visibly pink. “I don’t know if I could, Your Majesty,” he says, his voice quiet, soft, and Viktor immediately realises he’d do anything to see this sort of expression on the man’s face again.

Mr Katsuki is a reassuring shadow at his side, watchful yet protective. Viktor values his work and dedication. Admires his bravery and honour.

But he doesn’t fall in love, though, until one fateful afternoon when he’s leaving his motorcade and a gunman opens fire, and Mr Katsuki is on him in an instant, tackling him onto the asphalt and shielding him with his body. As his heartbeat rings loudly in his ears, Viktor looks up into the wide-eyed expression on his chief of security’s face, and realises that the man is genuinely terrified of losing him.

“Yuuri,” he breathes, reaching up for him. The light haloes Mr Katsuki, making him almost angelic. The noise and commotion fade away with each blink of Mr Katsuki’s long lashes, and then the world fades to white.

When Viktor wakes up, he is in a hospital bed, and Mr Katsuki – Yuuri – has fallen asleep with his fingers inches from Viktor’s own. 

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anonymous asked:

trans peter's first kiss with mj? they aren't dating, and he's nervous that she won't feel the same

peter’s on the top of his bunk bed, laying down while mj lays on the bottom bunk and reads her book. but she isn’t really reading, she’s listening to peter complain about his day. her eyes are staring at the words on the page, but her ears are listening patiently.

“ – then flash said that being trans was a sexuality, and that’s? how?? i know he’s trying to be better and understand, but sometimes his ignorance is so annoying and i lose all my patience. gender identity isn’t the same as sexuality!! i’m so tired of people thinking they’re the same,” peter sighs, mj feels him sit up on the top bunk. “at least he isn’t calling me penis parker anymore. small victories, i guess.”

mj closes her book and sits up. “hey, lean over the side.” she feels peter shifting around before he leans over the top bunk, his head upside down in front of her.

“woah,” peter breathes out, smiling. “head rush.”

mj rolls her eyes and ignores him. “try not to let it get to you, okay? i know it’s hard, but just know that even when everyone is an idiot – you got ned, you got may – ”

“i got you,” peter whispers, looking at mj intently. his eyes are beginning to cross from being upside down, but he doesn’t blink. “right?”

mj smiles, it’s small but it reaches up to her eyes and makes them twinkle almost. “yeah, you got me.”

peter grins and sways slightly, his curls waving around. but then suddenly his smile fades and a look of nervousness washes over him. “mj… i’ve been meaning to talk to you about something, been meaning to for awhile now and i’m – i’m just, i’m afraid of how it could change our – ”

mj leans forward, really close to peter. she runs a hand soothingly over his face and brushes her lips over the tip of his nose, then hunches down slightly so she can look peter in his wide eyes. “our friendship?”

peter inhales sharply. “y-yeah,” he squeaks, his voice cracking harshly which causes him to blush. “friends don’t do this stuff.”

mj smirks and moves her hand from peter’s face to run it through his hair, and she pulls his face forward. she can feel him leaning dangerously far off the top bunk. slowly, she slots her mouth with his and kisses him gently before pulling back. “the people you kiss are supposed to be your friends.”

peter’s eyelids are heavy and he leans back in towards mj, kissing her again. it’s slightly awkward from the angle, peter’s lips move over her bottom lip and onto her chin a bit, but mj wouldn’t change it for the world. it’s clumsy, yet sensuous, and after a few long seconds they find their rhythm and the kiss deepens. peter sighs dreamily and leans in more, and mj bites his bottom lip softly and pulls a long moan from peter. he leans forward more and –


peter falls off of the top bunk and onto the floor, and mj immediately breaks into a fit of snorting laughter while peter just lays on the floor in shock, his mouth open and his lips puffy.

“what was that?!” may yells from the other room, which thankfully snaps peter out of his stupor.

“uh – nothing! just fell!!” peter scrambles up and shoves mj, who’s nearly in hysterics, as he goes to stand by his bedroom door. mj calms herself down though to stifled giggles, while peter glares at her from across the room.

“did mj push you off the top bunk again?!”

peter blushes. “uh…. sorta?”

Negan/Rick Fic List

(Last Updated: April 28, 2017)

List of fics I personally loved. Made this so it’s easier for me to find them. Prolly the closest thing to a fic rec list I can do (I’M SORRY)…

Chaptered (Complete):

Chaptered (Ongoing):

  • All the Hallowed Roads -If Negan met Rick in TWD season 1 
  • Excess -Negan coerces Rick into marrying him amongst other things (PRETTY DARK.)
  • Ready for Another Life -canonverse!Rick wakes up in an AU where he’s been in a relationship with Negan for years (SAD STUFF AHEAD) 
  • Bloodsport -Negan asks Rick to marry him (the Sanctuary/Savior characters as the supporting cast)
  • The New World Order -if Rick met Negan in TWD season 2 (Negan’s already with The Saviors) 
  • Your Body’s Borders -If Negan was with Abe’s group, and happens upon Rick who seems extremely troubled post-Terminus
  • hallelujah -AU Rick picks up a mysterious hitchhiker (Non-con, VERY VERY DARK and violent)
  • Red riding hood and the big bad wolf -Childhood friends AU
  • All Roads Lead to Terminus -If Negan was in a different group searching for Terminus and ends up defending Rick’s group/the prison from the Governor’s attack
  • Heart In A Blender -AU friends to lovers
  • The Delegation of Power -Simon takes an interest in Rick, handling things a little differently when Negan’s not around (Non-con)
  • Parallax -AU Sci-fi, Rick and Negan are part of a crew sent to investigate a distant planet, which their ship crash lands in. Stuck, they have to work together to survive and find a way out


Fic Collections/Answered Prompts:

By @hatterized​ :

By @neganstonguething​ :

By @psychosexualnegan

By @ocegion 

“One shot where Rick is saved by Negan after he stops breathing and it’s hella awkward.” (I see what you did there anon ;D )

That’s it for now. There are other fics that I’m interested in and currently following, but I’m still waiting to see how they go and how I feel about them??? So I won’t add them here for now… Will be constantly updating this post I guess.

I have another au idea but I’m just too lazy to write it right now. But anyway. I wan an au where Calamity Ganon didn’t attack, but Hylians are still very low in numbers. [[Maybe there was a plague that wiped most of them out or maybe the environment is getting harder for them to survive, either way.]] They live in a secluded village, so other races in Hyrule doubt their existence. But one day, Sidon catches a glimpse of Link while he is swimming, so he spends days trying to track down a fabled Hylian.  

He spots Link again a few days later, gathering some water and checking on a fish trap set up in the river. Sidon just observes because he isn’t sure how to proceed. Does he risk trying to greet the Hylian and scaring him off, or does he wait for now??? So Sidon decides to wait and after Link leaves, he examines the fish trap out of curiosity. But right away, Sidon decided to help make it more efficient. The branches are just too far spaced and the fish easily slip through, so Sidon alters the trap just a bit. And then he goes and catches some fish and leaves them in there.

So he waits some more and when Link comes back the next day, it’s so nice to see how amazed Link looks when he discovers several large fish in his traps. Then Sidon decides to start leaving more and more things near the trap on the riverbank. First some flowers and special herbs, then some potions and some fabrics and cloth and layered clothes–honestly what Link is wearing at that point is just thin and very short… 

Eventually, as Sidon returns again late one night to drop off a bundle of more gifts, he hears a whistle from the tree tops and Link just LEAPS down and waves at Sidon. Sidon’s a bit sheepish at being caught redhanded but still thrusts the gifts at Link and blurts out: “HI I’M SIDON. I’ve never seen a Hylian before.” and then I imagine Sidon jumps in the river and swims away. When he is collected enough to return, he spots Link sitting on the edge of the river and he waves for Sidon to come join him.

So then Link and Sidon start bonding and meet daily. Sidon asks Link all sorts of questions about Hylians and offers help in anyway he can: i.e. food, weapons to defend themselves, medicine, etc etc. When he returns back to the Domain, he just rambles on and on to Dorephan. “Father I met a real live Hylian and I love him!!!! 😍😍😍”

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Jake and Amy desperately trying to find another couple to double date with but let's be honest they don't have friends outside of work and everyone they work with is really weird on dates.

ok!!! this Seriously got away from me…like almost 1k words got away from me but !! i can’t help it if these Dorks have such weird friends, thanks for this amazing prompt <3

  • charles is the first to suggest that they go on a double date with him and genevieve the day after genevieve is exonerated and by suggest i mean he reveals to jake a 17 page plan of how he wants the night going down. jake reminds charles that, no, that would be Weird and too soon. he also has to burn the plan in case amy somehow finds it and gets turned on at how thorough the planning is
  • nevertheless it doesn’t take charles long to wear jake and amy down with his relentless pestering and they eventually accept his invitation to a double date and even let him choose the restaurant because “it’ll be nice to go out to somewhere other than shaw’s” amy says
    • a big mistake. charles takes them to a Dinner in the Dark experience and it is only once he has very narrowly convinced jake that there is nothing overtly sexual about being blindfolded while eating dinner - “the loss of one sense accentuates the remaining senses bringing about the greatest physical pleasure the human body can experience, jake!” - that they even sit down. yet the first course hasn’t even been served before charles somehow inquires about jake and amy’s sex life and is recommending them positions; before he’s even taken his blindfold off jake knows that the tips of amy’s ears have turned bright red and that they have to escape this hell. charles and genevieve are too into each other (and also u kno. too blindfolded) to notice jake and amy quietly leave the restaurant to go have a beer at shaw’s instead
  • a more recent double date with rosa and pimento lasts a lot longer than the charles incident in that jake, amy, and rosa just drink in mostly silence while pimento regales of his time spent in the prison in uzbekistan. he only threatens to kill amy twice so jake takes it as win, even if amy is gripping his hand extremely tightly beneath the table and edging closer to him every time pimento raises his voice until she’s basically curled into him
  • holt and kevin invite jake and amy over to dinner to celebrate her passing of the sergeant’s exam. jake doesn’t think that going to your boss’ house for dinner remotely counts as a date but amy enthusiastically insists that it is and buys a new dress especially (she worries as they leave the apartment that it’s too low cut for such a Momentous and Formal occasion such as this but jake is quick to assure her that in his professional opinion he doesn’t think so). it’s only slightly weird when amy addresses holt as “sire” and not so subtly bows to him when he answers the door. it’s very weird when amy and kevin get so into talking about the hellenistic kingdoms of the ancient world that jake very seriously worries that amy is going to leave him for kevin 
  • late one night in bed amy compiles a list of potential double date couples because “i read it’s healthy to socialise more often with our friends and beneficial to see what the dynamics of other couples are like, babe!” and also because when she puts her mind to something, she puts her mind to it
    • jake says immediately says no to kylie and her gf because he says he’s already been roasted enough by amy for thinking that the sea of tranquility was a place on earth
    • he also says no to their next door neighbours because “gross! we’ve heard them boink through the walls, ames!” amy worries that that reason might work vice versa too and immediately crosses them off the list
    • amy contemplates writing down terry and sharon but then she remembers the whole telling cagney and lacey that ‘orgasms is another word for oranges’ incident and decides it’s going to be at least another month before she can look sharon in the eye again
  • amy promptly sets the list down on her bedside table and places her ShoulderNova in its protective box before admitting defeat with a sigh and settling under the covers. at that, jake turns on his side to face her because a Defeated Santiago Sigh is one of his least favourite sounds - even if it is over something as trivial as the realm of double dating - and, with an arm laying loosely over her torso, he tells her that they’re really only setting themselves up for failure because no date can ever beat a date when it’s just them, even if it is just a tuesday night on their couch watching jeopardy. amy agrees and her heart flutters maybe a little
  • amy doesn’t need to be reminded about their disastrous track record of double dates - what with their friends, and sophia and teddy, and teddy and rachel - but jake does anyway as they travel on the very romantic new york subway to the met where they are both equally and unashamedly excited to visit the exhibition Crime Stories: Photography and Foul Play as a date. amy holds her boyfriend’s hand as they walk up the steps of the met because she can and because none of their weird friends can inadvertently ruin her spending time with him
  • (maybe this is where they end up happening to have the perfect double date in the cafe with a certain knope-wyatt couple??? Who Knows)

melmercury  asked:

I've been trying to learn this sp so sx thing for a while but I never get it! Would you mind to explain this for me? Sorry to bother you with this!

really long post warning

(here’s the source i’m semi-summarizing, it’s got a lot more info)

So, the theory is that 3 basic human instincts evolved for survival purposes, and they are Self-Preservation, Sexual, and Social. Every person has a primary instinct that fuels them, and they use a secondary instinct to further the goals of the first. The primary instinct is used in its purest form, while the secondary is more abstract (acting under the first). Your blind-spot is your final instinct, or the one that’s usually omitted.

Sp: what you kinda think of when you think survival, it seeks safety and comfort, considers the essentials, practical, individualistic, “I’m going to gather these resources so I Don’t Die” 

Sp/So: “I will take care of myself by finding a community to survive in.”

Sp/Sx: “I will take care of myself by pursuing a focus (person/thing)”

Sp-blinds: (Sx/So and So/Sx) have difficulty taking care of themselves, are often reckless, and can /become/ their community/fixation if they’re not careful. On the flipside, they can also begin to overcompensate, becoming neurotic, and shuting themselves off to the outside world. 

Sx: not only about relationships, it’s more about energy, “all or nothing”, it’s focused, competetive and seeks out singularities. It’s about the forces that power people, passions, and intensity.

Sx/Sp: “I will pursue my fixation by gathering resources”

Sx/So: “I will pursue my fixation by finding a community”

Sx-blinds: (So/Sp and Sp/So) often feel like they’re missing something in their lives, as though they’re passionless, and can come across as cold at times. They may overcompensate for Sx and become obsessed with a specific person/relationship, “stalker-ish behavior”. 

So: wants to further the entire human race, contributes to the group, and cares about the whole. May wish to achieve some form of social status, tends to try and maintain appearancs.

So/Sx: “I will strengthen my community by focusing on a person/thing”

So/Sp: “I will strengthen my community by taking care of myself.”

So-blinds: (Sp/Sx and Sx/Sp) often made to feel antagonistic for not contributing to the whole, they may be disinterested in maintaining appearances, and sometimes overcompensate for the lack of So by becoming hyper-aware of social structure and function. 

Then there’s:

Syn-flow: Sp –> So –> Sx –> Sp

Contra-flow: Sp –> Sx –> So –> Sp

the syn-flow types (Sp/So, So/Sx, Sx/Sp) are the ones that “embrace the human condition”, while the contra-flow ones (Sp/Sx, Sx/So, and So/Sp) “reject it.” Idk, I kinda gather that the syn-flow types make more sense in accords to human nature and generally how you’d think about surviving. I.E. survive in the wild –> build a village, (Sp–>So) is kinda how humans have always been, whereas Sp –> Sx is obviously a more individualistic approach. 

The thing is, we aren’t hunting and gathering anymore, so you won’t die if you’re an Sx/So and you won’t have to worry about not building a village if you’re So-blind y’know what i mean? idk

Lego Batjokes Prompt Fill: makeout scene

This ended up being more serious (and less in-character as far as the movie is concerned) than I necessarily intended it to be, but I mean, y’know. Happens.

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Hamilton San Francisco: First Preview

For those who are unaware, I was lucky enough to win lotto tickets for tonight’s show. Front row, center stage. It was brilliant experience. 

Hamilton’s San Francisco cast was amazing. The show was utterly spectacular. This cast and crew put their hearts and souls into this performance, and you could feel it the whole time.

Now, for the review:

To start off, the orchestration felt different. They definitely changed a few things up. There was an expressiveness in Joshua Henry as Aaron Burr that wasn’t there on Broadway. Don’t get me wrong, the OBC is AMAZING, but Henry brought a new kind of animation and expressiveness to Burr. Much more aggressive throughout the whole thing. While Leslie’s Burr feels like he just suddenly /snaps/, there’s a definite build that Henry has. 

Rory O'Malley as King George III was Wild. He sneered at me at the end of You’ll Be Back and I’m PRETTY SURE my heart skipped a beat and/or stopped momentarily. He played him much more crazy than Groff, which was an interesting and welcome change.

Emmy Raver-Lampman as Angelica Schuyler was beautiful, she had so much emotion and strength in her voice that I cried during Satisfied (a song that has Never made me cry). Solea Pfeiffer as Eliza had the same effect. While the scream and the gasp that Phillipa Soo gave was heart-wrenching, Solea ripped your heart out and stomped it into the dirt. Amazing voice, amazing performance from her. Amber Iman as Peggy/Maria was so mutli-dimensional as well, her voice was much lower and more sultry than Jasmine Cephas Jones.
Michael Luwoye as Hamilton was… Wow. Just, wow. He was so expressive, and his voice was just so smooth and beautiful. He brought a new life and naivety to Hamilton in act one, and a powerhouse in act two.

The RevSet was AMAZING, too. Really juvenile and playful. Jordan Donica’s switch between Lafayette and Jefferson was flawless. Mathenee Treco was so good as Mulligan, and completely blew it out of the water as Madison. Then Rubén J. Carbajal as Laurens/Philip… Wow. Absolutely stunning. I cried at both deaths. (Go figure).

Isaiah Johnson’s Washington was powerful, a perfect balance of Christopher Jackson’s and something entirely new. His line delivery sent chills down my back at the end of Meet Me Inside.

The ensemble was beyond words, Seabury (Andrew Wojtal) was hilarious, and Lee (Daniel Ching) played the lines so well.  The cast did amazing and I’m so honored that I was able to see their first preview show.

After the show, I stage-doored, as I am known to do, and I met the entire cast. I’ll post the photos from that later on. Rory was in charge of the Hamiton Insta feed tonight, and he came out and asked if he could record all of us, so now I’m on their feed. How fun. He was a complete angel, and he recognized me from the front row, sneered at me again and laughed before taking a photo with me.

Michael Luwoye remembered me as well, and when I asked for a photo he gave the sweetest smile and said “Of course, anything for the crying girl from the front row.”

My favorite of these though, was Jordan Donica. When I handed him my playbill, he looked at me and grinned, leaned back, went “Ahhhh, you criiiieeeddd, I saw you in the front and you criiieeeed.” It was hilarious.

The entire cast was just so incredibly gracious about the entire  experience, and they took time for everybody by the stage door. Everyone thanked the cast, and the cast thanked us in response. Truly sweet people.

TLDR; Enter the Hamilton lotto for San Francisco if you don’t have tickets. This cast is so full of life and love and the shows can only get better from here. <3 

Bless you for providing me an opportunity to shoehorn the Wonder Woman movie into a Ladynoir fic.

(find the prompt list here)

“Well, that went way better than expected. I can’t believe you pulled off that trick.”

Chat looked away from the flashing wall of cameras and crinkled his eyes at Ladybug. “You’re surprised? Wow. You injure me with your lack of faith. I told you I had it in the bag, Bug.”

Marinette’s attention was divided evenly between the wall of cheering fans and journalists, and her partner. It was as she was signing a bicep that had been thrust in her direction that she hit Chat with disarming smile. “And you were right, of course,” she laughed.

“I thought we’d be out for hours, when I saw her wrecking the radio tower on the news,” Chat said once they had banished themselves to the rooftops. “I can’t believe it only took twenty minutes and we didn’t even need the charm or the ‘clysm. I wasted one of my good alibis on getting out of the house! I’d been saving that one, too.”

The agonized look on his face made a giggle bubble up in Marinette’s throat, and she couldn’t contain it. She was feeling too good. That battle had been swift and exhilerating and decisive, and she felt powerful, and more than anything else, she felt connected to her partner. They’d been paired up against the world together for about five months now, but tonight something had shifted. They’d moved less like a team and more like one. He’d responded to her whims as if they’d been choreographed a thousand years ago and he’d spent his life studying in preparation just to meet her. And Marinette, god help her, had loved every second of it.

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daiyanodumpster  asked:

okokok i need to come up with something better how's. this. "Here, take my coat, you look cold"

Sankt Petersburg is cold. This is not unusual. What is unusual is Victor’s miserable state. He’d left his coat at the rink, and it was probably completely closed now. While he did have his wallet on him, his keys to his apartment (and the rink) as well as his phone were in his coat.

Not to mention Sankt Petersburg is cold, and now he’s cursed himself to going home in this miserable weather. He jogs as quickly as possible, trying to keep himself warm. His breath puffs out into the air almost like steam, and he can’t hold back a shiver as he waits at a crosswalk.

Suddenly, there’s a tap on his shoulder. “Here, take my coat. You look cold,” someone says in English.

Victor turns around in surprise, the first thing he registers being a fluffy-looking burgundy coat. “Pardon?”

The coat is lowered, and Victor is taken aback at the man offering it to him. Short black hair, brown eyes, clearly Asian features. His English sounds flawless. “I think you need it more than me,” he says.

“I can’t possibly-” Victor hesitates, of course. He’s more used to the infernal weather than this foreigner, surely. “That’s very kind of you, but…”

The pedestrian light signals to walk.

“I have a ride waiting around the corner, so I insist,” the man says. “Please, take it.” He drops it in Victor’s hands and walks past him onto the crosswalk.

Victor shivers again, hesitating still. He follows after him. “How will I give it back?”

“You can keep it.” Once they’re on the other side of the street, Victor watches, at a loss, as the man walks in a different direction from him now.

“At least give me your name?” Victor calls. He wants a name to put to this kind Samaritan.

He sees the man pause, a smile on his lips when he turns around. “Yuuri!” he replies. He looks immaculate for some reason, in that moment. The lightly falling snow contrasts with his dark hair and dark outfit, and the smile transforms him in a way that makes ‘He’s beautiful’ cross Victor’s mind.

He opens his mouth to give Yuuri his own name, but he is already gone.

Victor ends up donning the coat on the way home. It stops him from shivering, and smells the way that all clothes do when they’re freshly laundered. Comforting. He manages to show the doorman his ID to be let in and get the building manager to open his apartment for him.

Yuuri stays on his mind the whole time. Victor knows it’s foolish to think so much of a random encounter, but few people give away their coats so easily. Especially ones as nice as this one. He remembers the smile, the offer, the gentle way he’d spoken. The kind insistence that Victor take the coat.

What kind of person is Yuuri? Did he like dogs? Why was he in Sankt Petersburg? From Japan, or America, or where?

Deep down, Victor wants to meet him again. Return the coat, maybe ask him for a coffee and get to know him better.

He wants, and it’s silly, but he can’t help it.

The next day, Victor wears the coat on the way to the rink. If he looks around for Yuuri on the way there, well, only he knows that.

Yakov berates him for leaving his coat and everything at the rink last night — as well as Yuri for not noticing before he had left and locked up. Victor hardly notices, too light on his feet about Yuuri and his kindness.

It takes Mila shaking him while he’s tying up his skates for him to snap out of it. “Victor, you didn’t have your phone last night, right? Then you haven’t heard of what happened to Politician Duma.”

Victor frowns. He cares little for politics and politicians. “No, what happened?” he asks anyway.

“Someone blew up his residence!” Mila steals his phone and unlocks it, tapping in something before shoving the screen in Victor’s face. “Everyone’s talking about it though because it was some internationally wanted criminal, and no one knows the motive.”

The face that looks at Victor is blurry, likely from some low-res security camera shot, but a jolt of recognition goes up his spine. The person has slicked-back dark hair and pale skin, and the collar of a black shirt pokes up from their burgundy coat.

“He’s called Eros apparently. This is the best picture they’ve gotten of him, so it’s being televised everywhere.” Mila pauses. “Is something wrong?”

“Nothing,” Victor says. “Nothing at all.”

The burgundy coat burns a hole in his awareness now. The pockets had been empty when he had checked, not a single sign of the owner’s identity. Had Yuuri even been a real name?

As Victor gets on the ice, he feels his hopeful fantasies crumble. Was it really kindness, or did he want to get rid of coat to throw authorities off his track? Was I just convenient? he wonders.

If his skating has a heartbroken tint to it that day, no one dares to comment.

(Send me happy things and I’ll turn them sad/murderous!)