not as good as the last one i'm sorry friends


EB: here’s to hoping 2017 won’t be nearly as bad as 2016 was!

TG: god i hope so

I think the thing about OtaYuri being pedophilia or not is mostly a cultural thing?? Or like something based only on one’s opinion with no real basis

Like, for some people, a 15 year old dating an 18 year old (I say dating, not having sex with) is pedophilia, but consider this:

- the age at which someone becomes an adult varies from country to country (16 yrs old, 18 yrs old, 20 yrs old, 21 yrs old)

- if otayuri is pedophilia, I suppose (it you take 18 yrs old as the age at which you become adult) that a 17 yr old dating an 18 yr old is pedophilia?? or that a 20 yr old dating a 21 yr old is pedophilia?? no one would bat an eye at such a thing, so you can’  t really use that as an argument for saying that otayuri is pedophilia

- if otayuri is pedophilia, then I suppose guanleo is pedophilia too right (17 yrs old, 19 yrs old)?? yet no one is talking about it. weird

- “but yuri is a child!“ Yeah, so is Guan Hong. Leo isn’t tho.

- I’ve already mentioned this, but in my country, it’s not uncommon for people to date older people, as long as the age difference isn’t something like a 14 yr old girl dating a 20 yr old man, now THAT’S closer to pedophilia.

- Eg: my friend’s parents have been happily married for around 20 years, and have a 10 year difference between them. I also have an 18 year old friend who married a guy 16 years older than him, and they’re super happy together (they keep posting cheesy pictures on fb ugh), tho this one is mostly a religious thing I think

- I’ve also mentioned this before but girls prefer dating older men in my country, bc they’re thought to be more reliable and mature, and parents prefer it if their son dates an older girl, to, uh, take care of him I guess??

- so yeah, your definition of pedophilia depends on culture I think, and since your culture isn’t the center of the universe, that’s kind of an invalid argument

- speaking of age difference tho… the reason why people think otayuri is pedophilia is because otabek is considered as an adult (depending on your country) and yuri is considered a child (depending on your country) right? It’s because of that, right? Not because of the age difference, 3 years, which is really small, right? You people aren’t as close minded to accept the 4 years of difference between yuri and victor while shaming the 3 years difference between yuri and otabek, right?

- also, when people think of shipping, they immediately think of sex, like… dude, yuri and otabek don’t have to have sex as soon as they meet wtf chill. dating someone doesn’t mean having sex immediately, they don’t have to /not/ date just because them having sex at their age is ‘wrong’

Anyway, it’s my second post about this but please, seriously, don’t be so gung ho about this. it’s three years, only three years, it’s common, it’s not as problematic as you make it out to be, chill, be realistic, pet a dog or something, and most importantly, stop calling otayuri pedophilia just to suit your personal idea of what is right or wrong and trying to act like a symbol of justice or smth

anonymous asked:

Hi!! Same anon as before. You said that you know some bloggers who make good content in your reply? Id love to know them. Thank you! Have a nice day!

Sorry for the late reply! I’ve been thinking pretty hard about it.

For art: @asaethiel, for sure. 

For fanfiction: @punishandenslavesuckers (they have amazing joan bright characterization!)

For edits and such: @pryce-and-carter. They do lots of edits for a bunch of different fandoms but you can request for bright sedsions!

And, people who like to discuss their thoughts and reblog stuff (like me): @lizstanton @styrofoamcoffee @espressonist @williamanderly @aihera are all good places to start. They may have varying degrees of bright sessions posts, so but I have talked with a couple of them and it’s fun to look through their tags!

And as always, the gold mine that is @unofficialbrightsessionsquotes.

If you’ve been tagged or if not, and you know of someone else who posts about tbs I’m sure anon and i would both appreciate it!

Thank you!!

Originally posted by dennsokagi

The FAHC hear about Dan long before they meet him. Gavin rarely speaks about England, deflects questions of his past with practised ease, but what stories he does share are invariable entwined with Dan. The best friend from back home, childhood guardian, family of choice. Quite literal partner in crime.

The way Gavin tells it he and Dan had each other and little need for anyone else; a perfect partnership that carried them from childhood mishaps to petty crimes to full scale felonies. The story is never really told in full but it doesn’t take a genius to piece together that the two grew a little too adventurous for their own good, a little too cocky and sure of of their abilities, and someone took notice. Things got too dangerous so Dan signed up and shipped out and Gavin went remote; moving most of his dealings online, where he eventually caught Burnie’s eye, moved to the US and made his mark in Los Santos. It’s a simple enough conclusion if not a particularly glamorous one, and Gavin is still in regular contact with his old friend, occasionally sharing various updates with them all.

They know Dan’s ex-military, know he’s apparently an establish mercenary these days with a reputation of his own, but all this knowledge is hard to take seriously when it’s filtered through Gavin’s stories of loveable, puppyish best buddy Dan. The man who always followed Gavin’s lead without question, who’s never really been the brains but has always had Gavin’s back, who has Gavin chattering away on the phone at top speed, accent thick and unintelligible with a strong undercurrent of affection.

It’s hard not to feel some amusement when Gavin tells them all about Dan’s latest adventures, the wacky disasters and embellished-sounding achievements; it’s not that they think it’s a lie, exactly, but everyone knows how easy it is to be blinded by adoration and warm nostalgia, and by now they’ve all got a certain kind of image in their minds. Dependable sidekick Dan, friendly backup muscle Dan, maybe we should make sure someone over there is looking out for him Dan.

So when Gavin announces that Dan is finally visiting, buzzing about the penthouse like a hummingbird on speed, it really doesn’t cross anyone’s mind to be in any way concerned. To be anything other than mildly pleased at the chance to finally put a face to the name. Whenever Gavin spoke of him he’s been Dan or B or, when Gavin is particularly snippy, Daniel. Gavin’s never offered a last name and no one has ever pushed for one; other than the offer to keep an eye on the man, which Gavin laughed off, there’s really been no need.

An oversight Geoff quickly comes to regret when the man who turns up is definitely not what they were expecting. He’s got a nice face, sure, all smiles and laugh lines, no doubt flirting up a storm with every pretty girl he sees, but he’s physically intimidating, as tall and broad as Ryan, comparatively enormous when he squeezes Gavin into a bear hug. Anyone who’s looking can see all the tells of a very dangerous man, and Geoff is never not looking. He’s not the only one, Jack’s spine snapping ramrod straight while Michael and Jeremy hover closer to Gavin than strictly necessary, Ryan tensing in a flash of recognition that has him muttering a name at the same time as Dan introduces himself.

Not for one moment had anyone considered the possibility that Gavin’s Dan might turn out to be be Daniel Gruchy, the only known half of the SMG, the UK’s infamously untouchable fixer crew; known as much for their secrecy as for their skills in everything from the acquisition of delicate information to the acquirement of misplaced items and individuals.

Geoff is pretty sure there are some unsubstantiated rumours suggesting the crew has connections to a few of Europe’s more influential disappearances but he doesn’t know, had never really looked into it – wouldn’t have even known about SMG at all if not for the necessity of monitoring the balance of powers anywhere he does business. He hadn’t thought it was something the FAHC would ever have to worry about. Doesn’t rightfully know if they have to worry about it now, with an unknown mercenary in his hallway and his oblivious, emotionally-compromised frontman bouncing about half incoherent with excitement.

That is until Gavin pauses to take a breath, catches sight of Geoff’s shocked expression, and grins, sharp, smug and utterly vindictive. Of course. Of course Gavin is not only fully aware of what his friend does for a living but has intentionally withheld that information to leave the crew blindsided by the realisation. Chances are he knows exactly what kind of unflattering assumptions they’ve all been making about Dan’s character and this is merely his usual underhanded flavour of revenge. Perfect.

A battered duffle-bag is abandoned near the front door as Gavin drags them all into the living room, shoving Dan onto a couch and flopping down next to him, bossily poking and prodding in a way that really doesn’t seem advisable, if not for the easy familiarity between the two. Because even seated and exuding exhaustion Dan carries that familiar air of danger, coiled strength and resting violence, relaxed but carefully alert in the same way Ryan is never really shut down. The same way any predator is always watching for potential threats, yet there he sits, almost comically placid as he complies with Gavin’s every whim, and in an instant something clicks in Geoff’s mind.

Michael and Jeremy have already succumbed to temptation, eagerly pressing Dan for mortifying stories of Gavin’s youth, but if Ryan’s huff of surprise and Jack’s quiet little ‘huh’ are anything to go by then the Gent’s appear to be as in sync as always. A silent exchange of looks is enough to reach an agreement, raucous laughter and squawking protest following them down the hall as they slip into the privacy of Geoff’s office, Jack immediately grabbing the laptop while Geoff and Ryan get on their phones, each reaching out to any and all contacts they have across the pond as they try to work out what the fuck is happening.

Because Dan is the more recognisable face of the SMG, yes, but everyone knows he has a partner, the strategist to his raw strength; the mercenary and the mastermind. The few claimed descriptions of the unknown man vary so widely it’s clear there is some kind of body double nonsense at play but the few that match up ring more than enough bells to confirm their suspicions; lean, chatty, fastidiously put-together and smooth enough to out-charm the devil.

Honestly it’s not like it was any great secret that Gavin had some serious extra income, nor had they missed the way he occasionally spent his free time hunched over a computer, hard at work on something entirely unrelated to the FAHC, but no one had imagined anything quite on this scale. Had never considered that Gavin and Dan could have totally unrelated, equally time-consuming lives on different continents without ever disbanding their original crew. And there is a crew, a close-knit collection of trusted friends recruited to carry out the majority of the necessary physical aspects of the work, whose loyalty is only further affirmed by their hefty paycheques. They fill in for Gavin and Dan to keep the crew running day-to-day, maintaining the mystique of the unstoppable duo, keeping themselves nameless to flit about unseen and undisturbed; the phantoms of the SMG.

It’s absolutely ridiculous but the mounting evidence is undeniable. For all the faces Gavin wears for the FAHC it seems he has more still kept seperate, another slew of facets reserved for another life. An entire empire they’d known nothing about.  

Back in the living room and Gavin is still lamenting his choice in friends, Michael is distributing beers, Jeremy’s pulling out the Xbox and Dan is looking right back at Geoff. One eyebrow raised, a half-familiar smirk tugging at his lips and Gavin tucked comfortably close underneath his arm; it’s not a challenge, exactly, but it’s definitely a statement. Recognition that he knows that Geoff knows and is no less blatantly amused by the stir he’s caused than Gavin was before him.

It’s blindingly clear he is really not the idiot they had imagined, and honestly Geoff should have known better, they all should have known better. Should have remembered that Gavin could be the brains in just about any operation, that recognising his absurd brilliance was more a sign of intelligence than it was a display of stupidity. After all, there’s nothing at all stupid about the way the SMG has been managed, not when every contact has the same things to say about them: they’re discreet, they’re efficient, they’re consummate professionals, and if you cross them they will ruin you.

The SMG have a clear policy – all clients are vetted before a job is taken, once the job is taken it will be completed in full, all sensitive material remains confidential, and if any client attempts to deviate, deceive or in any way undermine the agreement the penalties will be swift, and they will be severe.

It’s a carefully cultivated reputation establishing the SMG firmly in the grey, the Switzerland of gang-warfare; taking jobs from whomever they please without repercussion for taking sides, simultaneously loyal to all and none of their clients. An inbuilt safety net, subtly ensuring that any possible threat their considerable skills can’t handle alone will likely be taken care of by a veritable army of regular employers with a vested interest in their continued ability to work.  It’s fucking genius, really.

More compelling still is the unavoidable implications of their line of work - the unspoken fallback plan of their insurmountable mountain of blackmail material. Violence, fear, that’s leverage in any timezone, but knowledge? Secrets and scandals and the kind of information that makes and breaks empires? That’s true power, and the SMG have been collecting it for years.

Okay but imagine what happens when they finally get Stiles back, after all the hugs and the tears and the proclamations of love and whatnot

Stiles goes to his Jeep, and notices something. Duct tape. Keeping Roscoe’s drivers side door shut. He turns to his friends, doing that little one-eye-twitchy thing where one eye gets super narrow in, in this case, disbelief.

“What happened to my Jeep?”

He peels the duct tape off, and the door comes swinging open, the handle broken. “I, uh–” Scott starts, and sort of smiles apologetically. “I might’ve had to break in, the first time you tried communicating with us? You know - through the Jeep’s radio. We didn’t have the keys yet.”

Stiles’ eyes narrow further. “You broke my Jeep, Scott? On purpose?”

Scott’s eyes widen and he lifts his hands in a gesture of harmlessness. “Lydia told me to.”

Stiles gestures grandly, his hands flailing with his words. “That does not mean you had to do it! You could’ve said no! You’re the alpha, aren’t you supposed to call the shots?”

“Yeah, okay - coming from the guy who hasn’t ever said no to Lydia Martin in his life.”

“Hey, she - she intimidated me, okay? You know this.”

“Which is why only now you worked up the actual courage to tell her you’ve been in love with her for like, ten years.”

Stiles looks at him for a second, before rolling his eyes. “Just get in the car, Scotty. We’ll talk about this later.”

“I’m totally gonna pay for that Lydia jab, aren’t I?”

Stiles sighs, clapping a hand on his best friend’s shoulder. “Yes, yes you are.”

Scott sighs, turning and crossing over towards the passenger side door. “Great.”

“Hey, you missed me and you know it.”

Scott freezes then, the door half open as Stiles slides into the driver’s seat. He looks at his best friend for a second longer before sliding in and closing his door.

“Yeah, I did.”

“I know.” He sticks the key in the ignition, but hesitates before turning it. “You know, I missed you guys too.”

Scott grins at him, so happy to have his best friend back, nodding as Stiles finally turns the key and the engine sputters painfully to life.

“Yeah, I know.”

4th of July AUs

For all of your cheesburgery, pie-flavored, freedom-filled needs. Also good for giving to your pet bald eagle.

  • I’m scared of loud noises, and all the fireworks started to make me cry. Thank you so much for helping me out, and sorry about the tears on your new shirt
  • I was dared to do the Octo challenge against you and a friend - it’s where you eat eight burger patties between one bun and see how fast you can finish - but I came in second and I will beat you.
  • You just got burnt by a sparkler and I’m sorry because that must’ve hurt but I got it on video so I’m not letting you live it down.
  • Your dad/mom/guardian just told me to help them make the hotdogs and burgers, but are they aware that I burn soup??
  • You were trying to be romantic and stuff by saying that my eyes sparkled like fireworks but I’m terrified of fireworks. Can we stick to my eyes sparkling like stars?
last set of headcanons~

i feel like talking about sabertooth right around now

  • rufus is the only one who listens to orga’s singing. it has nearly killed him. but if he manages to play it back to sting so he’ll finally ban music from the guild hall once and for all everything will be worth it  
  • minerva and yukino are totally best friends from the whole two-strongest-girls thing and they go shopping together with lucy a lot
  • in fact everyone’s scared to death of making yukino sad and they let yukino think it’s because she’s gotten more confident and intimidating but really it’s just because they can sense the death vibes radiating from Minerva
  • sting is not good at sitting and doing paperwork, but to rogue’s eternal and well-voiced surprise he’s not that bad of a leader 
  • the first guildmasters meeting they held after sting was appointed master was hilarious, because the lady at the front stared at him for a full two minutes before apparently deciding, no, this was not a dream and someone under 80 and/or not creepy had become a guildmaster. She then proceeded to pray. Seriously, no one has any idea how much shit that lady has to deal with.
  • gajeel was effectively banned from the guild hall the day he and orga tried to start a band sting quickly put a stop to that horror