so i was rewatching s 1 ep 5 (lol) idk if this has ever been brought up but i noticed when after the team defeats sendak pidge helps shiro and keith helps lance. (seen in the picture below)
now, yeah thats a given but i started thinking about it more and this scene is just so out of wack that it honestly just adds another point for klance. now youre probably thinking “well i mean thats just a given and of course it adds points for klance.” but hear me out
as a given, we know that keith and shiro have a very strong relationship and keith is really attached to shiro. keith always has shiros back and is his right hand man. so in a situation like this it should be a given that keith would be at shiros side in a heartbeat. but…. that isnt the case here which doesnt make one ounce of sense. yeah, even though pidge was at shiros side and wanted to help her fellow paladin, pidge knows how much shiro means to keith, so wouldnt she give them space and help her garrison bud instead? but she doesnt for some odd reason.
though, the most oddest part of this whole scene though is how keith reacts. he doesnt seem to worry about shiro too much, which isnt a bad or good thing, its just weird that keith wouldnt even go to shiros side or at least check on him. keith couldve easily said to pidge “ill check on shiro, you make sure lance is okay.” but he didnt. he was totally fine going to lance even though he always seems irritated with lance.
then this happens:
keith literally starts holding his hand. now look at these pictures of shiro and pidge and keith and lance from the same screencap:
with shiro and pidge it seems like a normal teammate helping out another one, but keith and lance on the other side…. its a little different. i know it shouldnt be a big deal but honestly its the little things that make a big difference. especially knowing that keith and lance always bicker with each other.
i think the importance of this scene is the turning point of keith and lances relationship. in the very beginning of vld, their relationship was a more shaky, but after this scene, this moment, everything changed. keith started getting jealous over lance, their weird flirting thing that they have really took off, we got to see them work more with each other, and actually being a really good team with a strong bond.
in conclusion: this scene is really goddamn gay (well it is but) this scene is so damn important and is what started everything.
I don’t get why anyone would ship Kataang, even just because of the age thing alone. Yeah, it’s only a two or three year difference, but when you’re a kid, a couple of years can mean an extreme difference in maturity and personal (and physical, sorry to go there, but it’s true) development. Put yourself into Katara’s place. When you were a teenager in, say, ninth grade, were you into sixth graders? I should hope you weren’t. I know I wasn’t. When I was Katara’s age, 12-year-olds were little children to me. The idea of dating one was unthinkable. Hell, in real life, girls Katara’s age babysit kids Aang’s age.
I could give you this whole long-ass essay about why not to ship Kataang, but I won’t right now. Because to me, this point should be enough.
Prompt: May I request a Jungkook smut in which you are bf and he has always seen you just as a kid because you’re younger than him. He doesn’t mind being shirtless around you or you hearing him talk about the last night’s girl with a friend. To the point of you getting so frustrated about him not treating you as a woman and plainly thinking of you as his cute and innocent girl friend that one day you start dry humping him saying something along the lines: do I still look that innocent to you (oppa)? thx
Genre: Smut, Slight Angst, Slight Humor, College!Au, Best Friends!Au
Author: Admin Nan
Summary: It was a boiling summer day you realized your attraction for the cute, older boy next door.
Tags: Swearing, Dry humping, Thigh riding, Sub!Kook, Oppa, Park Jimin - Reader Discretion is advised.
The boys eventually went back to the dorm once they realized that Taehyung probably wasn’t coming back. Namjoon filled everyone in on what went down, expecting Taehyung to probably come find you.
What no one was expecting though was the slump they found Taehyung in just an hour after the whole ordeal at your apartment. Initially, when they found the entire apartment dark, they figured that he was back at your place, finally having things figured out and just hanging out. But when Yoongi opened the door to his shared room with Taehyung, he found Taehyung curled up into a ball on his bed, tears flowing down his face void of any expression.
The boys tried to console him, putting the pieces together of what probably went down. It didn’t take a genius to see that things had gone from bad to worse. All Taehyung could say was “She won’t forgive me” over and over again.
Eventually, the boys left the room, deciding to give him some space. Well, most of the boys. Jimin stayed back and closed the door after the other five boys left.
“How could you do that?” he asked after a little bit, sitting down on the bed across from Taehyung’s. “How could you have believed manager hyung?” Jimin asked, his voice getting slightly louder.
Taehyung couldn’t answer. He didn’t know why he believed his manager instead of you. “Is it because you know hyung longer than Y/N?” he asked again, but still no answer.
“Dammit Taehyung answer me. Don’t you know how much pain you’ve put her through? You don’t get to sit here and cry about it now” Jimin said angrily.
“I DID TRY” Taehyung finally said back, startling Jimin a little. “I did try. I went to her apartment. But…But she won’t forgive me. Why should she? Jimin, she’s fucking moving because of this. I…I’ve lost her” Taehyung said, a fresh batch of tears falling from his eyes.
“W-what? She’s moving? But…but she’s friends with all of us. She..she wouldn’t leave all of us” Jimin said as if it was a fact.
“She probably thinks that you all feel the same way I did. That you won’t believe her” Taehyung said,
“But we would believe her. I would believe her..she can’t just leave like that. Tae…listen Taehyung…you have to fix this. Y/N is someone who has become precious to all seven of us and is not someone we should let go so easily. She’s especially special to you. We all know how you feel about her. And god we all know how she feels…well felt…about you. You have got to fix this.” Jimin said, placing a hand on Taehyung’s shoulder.
“You mean, she felt the same way about me?” Taehyung asked slowly.
“God you both are so blind. Yes, of course she felt the same way you idiot” Jimin said while laughing. “Look, she obviously cares a lot about us, you especially. I’m sure she’ll come around eventually, but you can’t just give up already because if you do, you really might lose her forever Tae. For now, we’re going to have to convince her to not move. After that, I’ll help you figure things out with Y/N. We’ll all help. I want you both to be happy.” Jimin said, finally standing up.
“Thanks…Jimin” Taehyung said as he wiped his tears away. Jimin was right, if he was going to get you back, he had to keep trying. Giving up after this one time wasn’t going to do anyone any good.
Jimin and Taehyung had rounded up all the boys to help them. And within a few minutes, the boys had come up with a way to at least stop you from moving…or at least to put it off.
Taehyung remembered that you were expecting someone at the door, and he thought it might have been the rumors. So, he sends out Jungkook waiting outside their door. And as expected, the movers come up pretty soon. Jungkook managed to stop them and send them back, telling the movers that they were no longer needed.
You stood inside your apartment with your eyes still red from crying before. After finally getting back to your feet, you realized that the movers were getting quite late. You call them, only to find out that they thought you canceled. They were quite pissed as they had come all the way, so they refused to schedule you in for another appointment.
“Great, just great,” you thought. It had taken you a while to find a trustworthy company to help you move, but now it seemed like you would have to try harder. As you fumbled browsed on your phone to find a new company, you heard the doorbell ring. You anxiously walk to the door, half expecting Taehyung again. But to your surprise, you find Yoongi.
You open the door, nervous about what he had to say. “Hey Y/N…mind if I come in?” he asks with a small smile.
You let him in and he stands just past the door, taking in the view in front of him. Everything was thrown about or in a cardboard box.
“Ah, so you’re really leaving us huh?” he asked.
“Yeah…I think it’s…it’s for the best oppa” you say back.
“Y/N, you don’t have to leave. We know what happened” Yoongi says, turning back to look at you. “We know what happened, and I’m sorry that things turned out the way they did. But…but you shouldn’t leave because of that! We’ve all grown fond of you…too fond maybe. And you leaving would really make us all upset….especially Taehyung” he said carefully.
“Look, I’m not here to tell you to forgive him…although that would be nice….” he said, trailing off. “But at least, don’t punish us all by leaving ok? We’d really miss you, squirt” he said, running his hands through his hair. He always did that when he was embarrassed, you noted months ago.
“Oppa…I don’t know if things will ever be the same with Taehyung again. I don’t want to leave you all either, but….I don’t know oppa” you say, crying again.
Yoongi was flustered, not knowing what to do since you were crying. “Y/N…I know that he should have believed you. But think about it from his shoes ok? What if someone told you that the boy that you’ve fallen in love with was just with you because of money?” he said. You never thought of that. Love? You stared at Yoongi in confusion.
“Y/N he pushed you away and believed our manager because he had so much to lose if he was right. Squirt, that boy is so foolishly in love with you that he pushed you away in pure fear. He hurt you before you had the chance to hurt him. And I’m not saying that what he did was right, but I guess what I’m trying to say is that I don’t know if I would have done anything differently if I was in his position. It’s easy for me and the rest of the guys to believe you because we’re friends. We’d believe you in a heartbeat. But for Taehyung, you’re so much more. He didn’t want to be hurt like that again.” Yoongi finished.
“A-Again?” you ask slowly.
“We’ve had lots of people approach us for the fame and fortune Y/N. It happens more than we care to admit. I guess that’s why it was so easy for Tae to believe it. But we’ve all been jaded because things like this have actually happened in the past. But I’d like to think that me and the rest of the guys have built our trust with you ever since we moved in. We’re glad we met you Y/N…so don’t move.” Yoongi said.
“Oppa…” you said, not knowing what to say.
“Look, take your time. I just wanted to say this and give you something to think about. Forgive him, don’t forgive him….it’s all your choice…bu–” he started but you cut him off.
“I…I think I forgive him” you said, quietly. Yoongi’s words really got through to you. He was right, you never stopped to think about it from his position. And it hurt your heart knowing that the boys had been hurt in the past due to people getting close to them with alternative motives.
“Wait…seriously?” Yoongi asked, surprised.
“Yeah…why, were you expecting me to put up more of a fight?” You said, giggling.
“Well…kinda, but like…the guys are all sitting in our room trying to figure out ways for Taehyung to get you back…I guess I should just send Tae over then?” Yoongi said as he walked back to the door.
“Wait! Uh…how about you not tell them that I have forgiven him already. I kinda want to see what he does” you say with a smile on your face.
“uh, that’s kinda cruel don’t you think?” Yoongi said while laughing.
“Hey! I think I deserve that much, don’t you think oppa!” you say frowning.
“Ok ok. Fine, your secret is safe with me I guess” Yoongi said. “I’m glad you’re staying squirt..” he said, opening the door.
“Me too oppa. Thanks for talking to me oppa, otherwise I don’t know what would have happened. And remember, don’t tell the rest of the guys!” you said as he heads out.
“Yeah yeah, just don’t give him too hard of a time,” he says as he walks to his own door.
The following days were spent with Taehyung constantly showing up at your door or at work with your favorite things. “I need you to know that I never been more sorry and that I won’t stop until you take me back as your friend Y/N” he would say frequently.
It was getting harder and harder to keep a straight face because you wanted nothing more than to just run into his arms and tell him that everything was ok. But you wanted to keep your fun going a bit longer. And it seemed like Yoongi was enjoying it too.
At the end of the week, you walked to your door only to find Taehyung standing outside with a bouquet of your favorite flowers.
“Y/N!” he said excitedly as he saw you. You loved how his eyes lit up when he saw you. And before you could catch yourself, you smiled at him. “YOU SMILED. AT ME!” he jumped.
“Uh..what are you doing here Tae,” you asked.
“AND YOU CALLED ME TAE AGAIN!” he said, jumping even more. Dammit, you were slipping too much. “At this rate, you might just forgive me within the year,” he said, winking at you while giving you his infamous box smile. You felt your heart melt, and if there was even an ounce of hurt and anger left, it was certainly all gone now.
“For you….your favorites,” he said, handing you the bouquet of lilies. You took them in and took the scent of your favorite flowers. And as soon as your eyes went to meet his, you were pulled into a hug. You were stunned by the sudden contact, but you didn’t resist it. You missed his familiar scent and strong hold on you, too much to push him away.
“Please, don’t be so hard no me Y/N. I need you to know how much I care about you. I…I love you so much. And not just as a friend, but something more. And according to someone who’s name rhymes with Vimin, you felt the same way about me.” he said and you could feel yourself blush and heart race. Dang it Jimin.
“So…please take me back. I need you in my life Y/N, ever since I met you. I don’t want to waste any more time without you. I’ll spend the rest of our time together trying to make you forgive me, but please just let me know that there’s a chance for that. That I still have some space in your heart” Tae said, still holding you tightly. You could feel his increased heart race.
But you couldn’t hold it in anymore and you let yourself giggle into his arms. He pulls away from you, slightly shocked. “What…was that too cheesy?” he asks as a slight blush appears on his cheeks.
“Just…just a little,” you say, still giggling. You take a moment to stop smiling and finally staring into his warm eyes. You walk closer him, missing his warmth that enveloped you just moments before. You hold onto the sleeves of his shirt, something you’ve always done when you wanted to be close to him. “But Tae…there is that chance,” you say as you smile warmly at him. “I actually…I actually forgave you that first day, after Yoongi oppa came and talked to me…” you say, finally revealing your little secret.
“…what,” Taehyung said, utterly shocked. “You mean to tell me that you forgave me over a week ago, and I’ve been here sulking all week because I thought you would never forgive me! Y/N!” he whined, putting his hands on your waist as if it was the most natural thing.
“Hey! Yoongi oppa knew too! I’m surprised he didn’t tell you sooner, I was wondering when he was going to break” you said as you began giggling again.
“Wah, I guess I deserve that,” Taehyung said, smiling again.
“What else did you have planned out though? I don’t know how much longer I could have pretended to be angry” you ask curiously.
“I don’t even remember Y/n. Me and the boys planned so many things, I think I could write a book– ‘How to get your girlfriend to forgive you’ by Kim Taehyung” he said, laughing at his own words.
“Girl…girlfriend?” you asked, lifting up an eyebrow.
“Do I even have to tell you how I feel for you? I said earlier, didn’t I? I love you so much, sweet girl. And I’m pretty sure you like me too. So I really want to see where this relationship goes Y/N if you would give me the chance” he said, looking into your eyes lovingly.
You could only lose yourself in his eyes. You had to give it to yourself though, for holding out the entire week without running back to Taehyung. “Of course,” you said, smiling back.
And within the next second, Tae placed his warm lips on yours. The kiss was everything you always dreamed it would be with him. Warm, sweet, and loving.
“EWW GET A ROOM!” you heard Jungkook call. Surprised, you both turn to see all 6 boys standing by their door, watching you both.
“Yah Jungkook-ah! You shouldn’t have interrupted them!” Jin scolded.
“Oops,” Jungkook says, laughing. You giggle, still holding onto Taehyung.
You felt Taehyung slowly pull away from you. “Yoongi hyung… I think you and I need to have a talk” Taehyung says with a fake smile on his face.
“Run hyung!” said Hoseok.
“Oh shit,” Yoongi says as he runs back into this apartment with Taehyung chasing him. You couldn’t help but smile at the scene in front of you and your heart swelled with happiness. You were complete again.
A/N: Ok.. so this is the last part!! Thank you all so much for reading this and for all the support for this series. It has been absolutely great to see the response for this. I’ll be writing an epilogue for this sometime soon, so keep an eye out for it. But please let me know what you all thought of this series overall. Would you like to see future projects?
→scenario: You think you’re getting a normal Christmas present from your boyfriend Hoseok, but what he doesn’t tell you is that your gift includes a special power he and the rest of the boys have, enabling them to switch off between one another… during sex.
"I figured out how to triple-distill and vacuum-extract coffee to raise the caffeine concentration 20-30x" teach me your ways pls
Okay kids pull up a chair and learn how Auntie Systlin took her chemistry minor and habit of collecting neat virgin glassware and figured out how to brew potentially lethal hyper-espresso in her kitchen.
This is going to be long as hell so I’ll put the goods after the cut.
And then my eyes wandered to my shelf of virgin labware equipment and I went “Hey…I bet I can just make my own.”
Based on Herr Direktor’s notes on the Funranium labs website, I tinkered and fooled about and eventually came up with my own brew that, if not Black Blood of the Earth, will punch you in the face and leave you smelling colors.
To my fellow emotionally repressed abuse survivors, a heads up: when you start doing trauma work in therapy, for a while it’s going to feel like grieving is your full time job. I’m serious, and not exaggerating at all. Before therapy, I hadn’t cried for roughly 3 or so years. Once I started EMDR, I literally cried, sobbed, every single damn day for 3 straight months. I laid down on the floor, put on some Emmylou Harris and I just fucking cried. I cried so hard I burst the little blood vessels in my eyelids and I cried so much I had to up my water consumption by 10 ounces a day.
Don’t let it discourage you, even if it feels like the grief will never stop, like there’s no bottom to it. I promise you’ll get there.
Many years ago, I used to be a feminist. At first it was merely a “yeah, girl power! Feminism!” kind of thing. And then I moved back home from an abusive relationship, and started hanging out with one of my best friends more often. He was one of the few guys that was a genuine friend and didn’t want to try to get into my pants. Or so I thought. After several months, having found some peace and routine with him, he brought up the prospect of being anything more. Thing is, I felt nothing for him in that aspect. I mentioned this, told him that it wouldn’t feel right forcing myself to be in a relationship with him when I didn’t actually see him in a romantic way and that it would only be cruel to him. He was disheartened, but he didn’t bring it up again for a while.
He was a pharmacy student who was on the cusp of graduation. He studied well and had high grades, and part of our hangout routine was him using his homework and notes to “teach” me (I didn’t really pay attention, but it helped him to better understand his material). One weekend - Halloween, actually, as I will always remember it - he was picking me up from my place so we could spend a few days lounging and playing video games. His car broke down and we spent hours waiting for the tow truck. The next night, we were playing video games per usual. He asked about whether or not I wanted to go somewhere and do something different. I told him that, understanding his financial situation, it would be best if we just continued with our normal routine. At the time, I didn’t think much of it. I figured “Hey, he must just be bored and stressed.” He seemed flustered and excused himself to get us some drinks from downstairs.
He came back with some drinks. I remember that mine tasted odd. I chalked it up to flat soda and allergies to the cats. Soon after, I got extremely tired. I thought it was because I hadn’t slept a few days and it was catching up to me, and I was with someone that I trusted.
I woke up feeling weird. My clothes were gone, I was in his bed, and he was on top of me. His tongue was down my throat. Every ounce of trust I had went down the drain. I was enraged. He was the ONLY male I had trusted. He was my best friend. I hardly trusted my own father to not hurt me at this point in my life because of how rocky our relationship had been. The man I had just left was sexually, physically, and emotionally abusive. This man, the man I so foolishly had considered my best friend, had broken every ounce of trust. I don’t even know the full extent to what he had done to me. But I demanded a ride home.
I never went to the police because I didn’t think they would believe me and at the time I still cared for him as a friend. I didn’t understand at the time everything that had happened. It didn’t completely sink in for years that he had drugged me. It didn’t sink in that he was the one who took off my clothes, that he had touched me in places he knew I would never allow. And I didn’t want to ruin his life over it. But it hit deep enough that I began to hate all men. Every one of them.
A couple of months later, after barring him completely from my life, I was hanging out with my female best friend. She took me out with two of her male friends, who I didn’t like or trust. And a guy that I’d liked from high school met us at the place we were hanging out. He pulled me off to a secluded area and started kissing me. At first I didn’t mind. He was cute, and seeing him kind of rekindled the old flame. But then he wouldn’t stop. And I started pushing him away from me, but he would pull me closer. I’d tell him to stop, and he would tell me that I didn’t really want that. I started struggling and yelling.
My best friend with her friends came across us. I came to find out that she didn’t know he had taken me away and had been looking for us. He friends separated us. I was crushed, because once again a man had broken my trust. My friend, instead of consoling me, lashed out at him. Accused him of “using me to get to her because he knew she liked him.” She didn’t try to make sure I was okay. But her friends did. Her two male friends, who I hadn’t liked simply on the basis that they were male, told me that if they had known the extent to which things had happened they would have beaten his ass instead of telling him to leave. One, who had just gotten out of jail, said that if I knew where the guy lived he would be more than willing to go back to protect me from the guy. These two men were more understanding than she had been.
They took me home. I was too shaken up to be fun. My dad saw how I was, and asked me what happened. The guy worked with my father. I told my dad what he did. He asked me what I wanted to do. My only words were “I want him to go away.” My dad said he could make that happen. And he did. The guy moved to California within the month.
I began having doubts about whether or not all men deserved to be hated simply because of their penis.
Months later, I began going to school the place my dad worked at. I realized that a lot of the ladies there liked my father. He wouldn’t ever do anything to return this “friendliness” from the women. My father prided himself on being professional. He was a completely different person than he was at home. One of the women who consistently tried to advance on my father began to feel spurned. So she and some of the other girls conspired together. They made false accusations about my father. Saying he would touch them and speak inappropriately to them. The school wouldn’t even listen to my father. They wouldn’t even allow him to defend himself. “The accusation alone is proof enough” were their official words. They made him resign.
My father began working as the general manager of a chain of luxury refinery. The girls that he hired took a liking to him, and when he turned down their advancements, they did the same. They accused him of sexually harassing them. When he didn’t. Once again, he was forced to resign. “This has happened twice. If it happens again, we will be forced to revoke your license.” Once again, they didn’t even allow him to defend himself. They wouldn’t see the video footage of him telling them to stop. They wouldn’t see the texts of him telling them to calm down. Because he was male.
And I realized that I, as a woman, held more power than any man ever could. I realized that all it took was mere words to destroy a man’s life. That wasn’t weakness. It wasn’t oppression, not on a woman’s part. I realized that there were shitty men and shitty women. But there was no shortage of good men either. And there was no shortage of good women.
My resentment for men faded, and it faded fast. My resentment for feminism grew for forcing me to be so scared of men, because despite my terrible experiences there were men who were willing to go to prison to defend a woman that they hadn’t known for more than five hours.
My entire point is that you are allowed to be hurt by your past experiences. You are allowed to feel, to grow past it. But don’t harbor the hatred. Don’t turn it against the people who didn’t actually do anything to you. If a man abuses you in any way, shape, or form, it’s on him. It isn’t on the shoulders of every other man in existence.
Misandry isn’t the answer. Don’t let your fear turn into hatred, please. Learn to grow past it. Because no matter how scared you are, there are people strong enough to protect you, who are willing to do so in the blink of an eye. People who don’t even know you who still love you enough to treat you like family. And it’s not their fault that there are fucked up people. People, not just men. People.
One of the positively wonderful aspects of The Bold Type’s presentation of Kat’s evolving understanding and development of her sexuality is that they haven’t chosen to force a wedge in or alter her dynamic with Jane and Sutton. She is treated no differently than she was before she realized and acted on her attraction to a woman. She, Jane, and Sutton still have a completely sound relationship, including physical affection and physicality, in general, that has not been questioned, lessened, or made awkward/stilted.
Too often, young queer women discovering their queer identities become forcibly estranged from their close female friendships. This happens due to many factors, including fear and ignorance. Relationships between women are precious. They are special, and yes, they are often uniquely physical. Women touch each other. We hold hands. We rub each other’s backs. We sit on each other’s laps. We bare our bodies in front of one another and rarely think twice about things like running our fingers through a friend’s hair or offering to apply lotion to one’s back or sitting beside the tub while the other takes a bath. We share beds and cuddle and offer one another comfort and attention and reassurance that is both platonic and physical. These are not considered strange or uncommon things. Relationships between women are often naturally, respectfully physically intimate.
Too often, when one of us within that dynamic discovers and claims our queer identity, it can introduce a rift in this natural flow and connection, and that rift can be so damaging and so heartbreaking. Sometimes, the changes are subtle, uncomfortable, relatively benign but something, still, to watch and be wary of, and sometimes, they are aggressive, malignant; something consuming and catastrophic. Something that eats away at the soul until we feel little more than empty inside.
Suddenly, every touch is stilted or hesitant or stops entirely. A physical distance is introduced where previously there was none, and we begin to wonder if our friends are now seeing us as predatory, are now questioning the nature of every prior touch we shared, are now wary of sharing a small, intimate space with us (like a bed), are now careful never to change their clothes in front of us lest we suddenly become aroused by their nudity…We begin to loathe ourselves and check ourselves. We second-guess every touch we make, every embrace we initiate, every compliment we give, and we wonder, always, if she is wondering, if her expression is one of discomfort or disgust. And sometimes, in the most painful of circumstances, she confirms our fears. She asks or accuses. She pulls others into her way of thinking. Our friends turn on us, and suddenly, we are intruders, violators, outsiders.
It is a struggle too many queer women have had to endure, something both external and internal, something that teaches us new ways to crack and crumble, cave in on ourselves. Distrust ourselves. Withdraw. Worry. Wither.
Our platonic relationships with women are often critical to our survival. The support and intimacy we find in that connection can be so elevating, so motivating, and so vital to our sense of self-love and self-worth. To have that stripped away because of how we love and who we love is a tragedy, one that often produces lasting trauma.
To see Kat being treated no differently by her friends than she was prior to discovering a new aspect of her sexuality, her friends who love, support, and respect her journey and her discovery and her identity, is so refreshing. It brings tears to my eyes, and rests like a soothing balm over wounds that still sting years later. They never shy away from her, never hesitate with touch. They don’t fear baring their bodies in front of her or send her questioning glances when she touches them, bare skin or otherwise. They don’t question her intent when she compliments their bodies or rests a hand on their thighs. They don’t fear holding her hand or physically engaging with her in public out of some misguided need to distinguish to the world that it isn’t like that. They don’t withdraw their trust or their affection, not in any way, not for a second. Some might say it is nice because they don’t care, but that’s the thing.
They do care. They care about Kat so much. They love her no matter how she identifies, no matter who she loves or is attracted to, no matter what romantic or sexual activity she engages in. They care enough to ask questions, to squeal with excitement when she is happy and humming with newfound energy and understanding, to never alienate her when she is questioning or conflicted about how she is feeling, to offer her physical and verbal attention, comfort, support, and connection without even an ounce of hesitation.
It is such a supportive, positive, respectful dynamic they have introduced between these three women, and to see Kat being loved and touched and comforted and held dear by her closest female friends throughout her journey of discovery is something I am so thrilled and so deeply grateful to see.
I absolutely love your writing!!!
Would you make a Reggie x reader imagine, where the reader is a River Vixen and
the Vixens are practising outside when the reader gets a bodycheck from one of
the jocks because he full on goes for the ball… and then Reggie gets worried
and helps her to the nurse and stuff with a lot of fluff? I’m sorry if it’s a
I changed it a bit, but not too much because I wanted to do justice for your
request. Also I have 3 more to catch up now, so go ahead and send more requests
imagines you want me to do! I hope you like this one. Requests open now.
Reader is a River Vixen and her first encounter with Reggie is at Cheryl’s
party and second is when she get knocked out by a football and he takes her to
I think there may be a curse word in there.
Living in Riverdale, that’s a tale to tell. Life in a small
town, one would think that it would be like in the movies and TV shows. The
perfect quiet place with the perfect people.
It wasn’t, at least not anymore. It was quiet but the whispers
made their way around. It was quiet because it hid so many secrets and as for the
people we were far from perfect.
Although its imperfections you loved the place even though
you’d never actually confess it out loud.
Life was simple for you, you were a River Vixen in Cheryl’s
cheerleading squad, you were single, and your parents well they tried their
best to be updated on your life.
After the memorial pep rally for Jason you made your way to
Cheryl’s after party. You didn’t want to, but Cheryl was your friend and she
needed you now more than ever. You may have been viewed as popular because you
were a vixen, but you weren’t as stuck up as plenty of the other girls.
You made your way next to Betty and Veronica hopefully to
relax with them and ignore the whole scene. Suddenly Cheryl decided everyone
should play seven minutes in heaven.
You weren’t fond of these games especially because Cheryl
always tried to play some sort of angle, and she did.
“Okay, your turn (Y/N)”
Cheryl gave you a smirk after Chuck and some girl walked out of the closet.
“Fine” you mumbled as you spinned the bottle as it landed on
the one the only Reggie Mantle.
You sat there frozen
until Cheryl grabbed your hand and the guys pushed Reggie in the closet with
you and closed the door.
This encounter with Reggie made you a bit shy, you seen him before of course. He is the Captain of the football team, but this encounter it just felt different. and from the looks of it maybe this encounter would be different for him too.
“Uh, Hi” you spoke to Reggie who was staring at you as you
placed a bit of your hair behind your ear.
“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to” The tall
“What?” you questioned him, since you heard all the stories
about Reggie Mantle and secretly you had a thing for the football player “I
mean, I’m surprised is all.”
“Yeah I get it, you’ve heard the rumors, who hasn’t” Reggie
spat even though at that moment he wanted to kiss you. Ever since 8th
grade he had a thing for you, but rumors spread and he’d never thought he could
get a girl like you.
“I’m sorry, no I- uh” you felt bad, you’d never seen this side
of Reggie before. He looked vulnerable and that intrigued you even more.
It took every ounce of courage in your body to do what you did
You stepped closer to the handsome figure standing in front of
you, stood on your tippy toes and placed a kiss on his lips.
Reggie a bit shocked at first, but placed his hands around
your head and leaned in closer for the kiss. It was passionate, and a bit
sloppy at the end.
As you pulled apart you both fixed yourselves up and kept
looking into each other’s eyes.
Cheryl announced the time and opened the door and grabbed you
by the hand.
“Um, I’ll see you around” was the only thing you could get out
before Cheryl pulled you out.
Then her plan was back on track.
She made Veronica go in with Archie knowing it would bug
You felt bad for her so you reached your hand to hers.
“Hey Bets, I’m sorry about Cheryl she can be difficult, but
you know how she is” you whispered to the blonde.
“It’s fine” Betty stated with a sad smile.
“Congrats on making the squad” you said as you were
interrupted by Cheryl.
“TIMES UP LOSERS!” the red head spoke as she opened the closet
revealing Archie and Veronica.
It was too late though, Betty disappeared.
That was your call to leave the party as you gave a
disappointed look at Cheryl and you left the party.
You wanted to find Reggie and talk about the kiss, you had
feelings for him and now they were stronger than ever since the weekend. You
hadn’t seen him since the party and were hoping he would return those feelings
back. Hoping that maybe the last encounter was a good chance to start something with Reggie.
You were at River
Vixens practice the air a bit heavy between Ronnie and Betty, but you tried to
ignore it because it wasn’t your business and Cheryl had been bitchier about
“Hurry up idiots, we have to get these move down for the
homecoming game” Cheryl shouted “It’s bad enough we have to practice in the
field because they are fixing up the gym, just get into position girls.”
Since the party Betty had been ignoring Veronica and she
wasn’t doing the routines well and Cheryl made her watch. She was enjoying her vengeance against Betty even though she
had never done anything to her (only thing Betty did was be related to Polly;
the girl Jason was in love with).
“Okay Betty I can’t have you messing this up, right now so you
keep watch and maybe catch on” Cheryl spoke with a devilish smirk “Okay (Y/N)
you’re one of my best for pyramids so you are going to at the top, okay” and
you nodded as you made your way to the cheerleaders already beginning to form
As you made your way, your eye caught Reggie in practice and
he caught your eye too, and you smiled at each other not realizing you hadn’t
been paying attention until Cheryl called your name and you made your way to
As you finally reached the top of the pyramid you made your
hands into a V about to jump down when suddenly you lost balance as a football
hit your head and you crashed down.
All you heard were gasps and you couldn’t keep your eyes open
for long as all the girls surrounded you.
Although you were able to catch a glimpse of Reggie running
faster than you’ve ever seen him run.
“Shit (Y/N)” he spoke as he kneeled down to you and rested his
hand under you head and you tried to make an effort in getting up.
“No don’t, when you fall you’re not supposed to get up until
you feel better” Reggie proclaimed as your eyes were closed and you couldn’t
help but smile at his remark.
“Well I’m starting to feel better now” you retorted as you bit
your lip and caressed his cheek.
“I’ll take her to the nurse” Reggie told the girls as he
picked you up and you rested your head on his chest.
“But the nurse is close-” you heard Betty say as Reggie was
already walking away with you.
“You know she’s not wrong” you told Reggie as you wrapped your
arms around his neck.
“About?” the dark hair heartthrob asked.
“The nurse, it’s after school” you answered.
“I know, I’m taking you to my uncle’s clinic, you need to get
checked out that was a heavy fall” Reggie informed you as he rubbed his thumb
on your back which made the butterflies in your stomach go nuclear.
“That’s a bit far to walk don’t you think?” you heart was
beating a bit quicker, your eyes still closed because of the impact of the
grass, not knowing where you were heading but you trusted him.
“I have a truck you know, but if I didn’t I’d still walk” he
noted reaching to what you guessed was door and placed you gently to the passenger’s
seat as he made his way to the driver’s side.
You opened your eyes for a bit and saw it was and old model
truck and the front seat was all connected and there was only a bit of space in
the back which was only enough for his gym stuff and you laid yourself down and
placed your head on his lap and he drove away from the school.
“I thought you had a jeep” you decided to make conversation.
“I just fixed up this truck, I want to see how good it runs”
“So we could stay stuck somewhere and you just might have to
carry me to the doctor” you sarcastically answered.
“You have no faith in me” he pretended to be hurt as he
“I trust you, anyways, do you listen to music or-” he cut you
off turning up the radio.
You kept conversation until you arrived to the clinic and he
insisted on carrying you still and made his way inside.
“Tell my uncle I’m here, any rooms open?” he demanded to the
“Room three” she answered as Reggie opened the door that
separated the patients and the workers as he made his way to room three and
placed you on the examination bed.
“Well look who takes charge” you mocked as he took a chair on
your left side
“I can take charge”
“Really? Last I remember Mantle I kissed you” you revealed as
you turned your way to look at his reaction, but were interrupted by what you
guessed was his uncle.
“What happened Reggie? Oh” the man with a white coat was a bit
confused “I thought you got hurt boy, what seems to be the problem?”
“Oh I’m fine, (Y/N) took a football to the head at the top of
the cheerleading pyramid and fell” Reggie stood up to shake his hand.
“Okay” the man made his way to you flashing a small flashlight
in your eyes “So I’m checking for a concussion and maybe a sprain”
“Yes” Reggie spoke for you again.
“How bad was the fall?” The doctor asked placing his hands on
your ankles to see if you had a sprain.
“I’m not dead, but I can finally open my eyes” you sassed and
reacted to him putting pressure on your left ankle.
“You finally got one with a sense of humor didn’t you Reg?”
his uncle encouraged as Reggie blushed a bit.
“I’m trying” he claimed and this time you blushed “So is
anything too bad?” he asked making his way back next to you placing his hand on
your head stroking your hair.
“Oh no, you got pretty lucky here, just a bit more rest on your
head and you have a small sprain on your left ankle some medicine and you’re
all good” the man reported to you as he grabbed some bandages and placed it
tightly around your left ankle.
“Thank you sir” you told the doctor as he left the room.
You sat up the bed and tried to get up your legs still a bit
weak and Reggie caught you, his hands on your waist.
One of the best encounters yet you thought.
“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” you asked as you placed a
hand on his shoulder.
“Oh plenty” Reggie said with a smug look on his face as he
closed the proximity of your faces and sealed it with a kiss.
Frank Underwood on birthday presents from everyone:
"inventory the presents, anything valuable goes in the conference room, anything cheap goes to the interns, you know what to do with the cards" *trashcan*
Frank Underwood on birthday presents from Meechum:
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧"hE SHOULDN'T HAVE SPENT THIS SORT OF MONEY ON MEEE!!1!" ~preens in front of mirror for 10 minutes~
Y’all. I really don’t understand why death threats are/were being sent to Tony Revolori for playing Flash Thompson.
From my understanding, Flash Thompson is a canonically white boy who’s Peter Parker’s bully. Tony, conversely, is Hispanic (he’s of Guatemalan descent), who plays Flash as Peter’s rival and he has been ‘re-imagined’ for modern audiences.
Tony Revolori,this amazingly talented man, has worked Wes Anderson (one of the most brilliantly amazing, auteur directors) on The Grand Budapest Hotel. This movie was nominated for 9 Academy Awards and won 4 out of them. Furthermore, he’s worked on amazing films such as Umrika, Dope and Table 19 (I highly suggest you watch them, he’s amazing in them) and he’s such a phenomenal actor. He’s worked incredible hard on his films and I couldn’t be more proud of him. For instance in Umrika, he plays Lalu, the best friend of Suraj Sharma (from the Life of Pi). Tony had to learn Hindi, which isn’t even his native language, and he worked for like 8 hours a DAY to learn Hindi and in the end, it was all worth it, for this film was a masterpiece.
Some of you ungrateful sods can’t even study properly for 8 hours a day.
Spider-Man Homecoming was widely praised because about how realistic it was. Tony Revolori portrayed Flash in such an amazing and realistic way, I was actually blown away. We’re talking about a guy who was in an OSCAR WINNING FILM.Now, what is more realistic? A skinny, tall, white, blonde guy who bullies Peter Parker? OR. A non-skinny, short, hispanic guy who thinks of Peter as his RIVAL? I was talking with a friend of mine and we came to similar conclusions:
1. The second one casts an Guatemalan guy as an iconic, well known character, people lose their shit. God forbid you have one less white guy in the Spider-man universe. 2. Y’all ain’t gonna die if a Hispanic portrays a more realistic bully than another other white male in the other Spider-man movies. 3. You guys (whoever sent Tony death threats and hate mail) literally shit on him because he. isn’t. WHITE.
And when I try to defend Tony, or even show an ounce of love to him, you call me ‘obsessed’. Hon, we’re all obsessed. You guys can stan Tom Holland and write wild anon™ stuff about him, but when I stan Tony Revolori and talk about what a cutie he is, I’m obsessed? I have no taste in guys?
Conclusion:Tony Revolori deserves love and respect. He doesn’t deserve to be degraded from an being an Oscar winner, to being sent death threats over an accurate portrayal of a bully in modern times. You racist shitbags can go fuck yourselves. And it’s incredibly sickening to see the despicable way in which Tony is treated. I am personally disgusted on how disgustingly foul and revolting some of the ‘fans’ can be.
Tony, if you ever do read this, know that I love you and respect you for who you are. You are an amazingly phenomenal actor and I’m sorry you had to deal with such an awful experience. Keep being an amazingly magnificent person like you are. Feel free to hmu whenever and send me a DM
PS: for people who don’t believe me that he received death threats, read here (x)
The fact that social justice tumblr is so outspokenly and aggressively against veganism really underlines my growing realisation that a lot of “activism” on this website has its basis in performative efforts, rather than true moral beliefs and convictions. A lot of this supposed activism is all noise and no action.
It’s terribly easy to hit that reblog button, slap on a “#sj” or “#signal boost”, and proceed to contribute precisely nothing to the cause. It requires the same amount of effort to reblog a social justice post as it does to churn out shitposts and vine compilations. Doesn’t exactly put the “active” into activism, does it? That callout post you liked the other day? Really put a stop to the rise of the far right.
This extreme need to be the most woke, the most progressive, the most ideologically pure, all while putting in an absolute bare minimum of effort, is precisely why so many self-proclaimed activists and social justice advocates despise the idea of veganism. You can’t become vegan by reblogging a bunch of photosets and sending out a few angry anons. You have to actually make changes that will affect your daily life.
So when they gleefully call all vegans rich white racists, pointedly speaking over poor vegans and vegans of colour, when they circulate posts about mistreated vegetable farmers (pretending they never ate a vegetable in their life), but ignore the treatment of workers in the meat and dairy industries, when they regurgitate over and over every single scrap of misinformation that lets them maintain their façade of righteousness /all while never examining their own actions and inactions/, they are proving over and over that they would sooner stab their own ideals in the back than take a good hard look at themselves and put even an ounce of dedication behind their empty claims.
You were a most capable partner, but I’ll be killing you here. The work you’ve done for Baroque Works these past four years was invaluable thanks to your intellect and leadership. For me that was enough. You were a highly useful woman. However, at the very end you broke your promise to me! The poneglyph of this country failed to give me any leads on Pluton! But I harbor not even the slightest ounce of anger towards you. Do you know why, Nico Robin?
hello daily reminder not to ignore female muses and disregard all the hard work put into them bc chances are they had to put in 5 times the effort a male muse has to put in for a sliver of the attention. also? don’t Assume they ONLY exist to jump dick. thanks.