oh look i can post again

yes hello i just wanted to remind u all that allura is amazing and i love her

Wait, what?

(based on this) (look, there’s a part two)


Yuuri barely has time to grab his jacket when he runs out the door, much less brush his hair or find a hat. Unfortunately, he’s sure that that means that his hair is an absolute mess. It’s been getting long again, but in between classes and helping Yura out with his routine on the weekends, he hasn’t had much time for things like haircuts. Besides, Victor doesn’t seem to mind it, and Yura likes to experiment hairstyles on Yuuri “so that if it looks stupid, I don’t have to see it on myself.”

It’s not that big a deal, except on days like this, when he sleeps in (thanks a lot Vitya) and doesn’t have the time to really get it under control. He usually meets up with his friends before class, and he doesn’t doubt that they’ll notice, and probably tease him about it.

They notice.

“Yuuri!” Estephania gasps, sounding too scandalized for her words to be anything but teasing. “What on earth happened to your hair?”

Yuuri flushes. “I was running late,” he mumbles.

Richard snorts. “You sure? Because that looks more like sex hair to me, man.”

“Ooh, he’s right,” Estephania coos before Yuuri can protest.

He wonders if it’s possible to die of embarrassment (especially since they’re not entirely wrong). “No, really I–”

“We know, sweetie.” She reaches up and moves his hair around a bit, trying to make it look presentable. “You’re just too easy to tease.”

“You sure you’re really twenty seven?” Richard raises an eyebrow.

Yuuri just smiles at the ground in fond humiliation (apparently it’s not a common emotion, but it’s a little hard not to be used to the feeling when he’s married to the world’s biggest drama queen) and nods. “I am.”

His friends are too much sometimes, he admits. Richard is the embodiment of America in a lot of ways: loud, completely lacking a sense of social norms, a walking personification of testosterone. Estephania is less… everything… than Richard, but she’s very touchy and affectionate in an entirely platonic way that reminds Yuuri a lot of Christophe, only without all of the innuendo. But they’re both loyal down to their very core, and they’re not bad people.

His phone starts ringing, Stammi Vicino playing loudly. Yuuri picks up, keeping his phone away from Estephania’s hands. “Да, Vitya?”

“Dude! You speak Russian too?” Richard looks like Yuuri just smacked him in the face. The school year just started, so they’re all still learning about each other.

Yuuri just smiles, since Victor is in the middle of one of his usual mid-morning crises. “Vitya, calm down,” he says in Russian. “Makkachin is probably out with Yura. You know he takes her for walks sometimes. Have you seen him today?”

He manages to get Victor off the phone just before class starts, flipping his phone to airplane mode since he’s sure that this isn’t the last he’ll be hearing from his lovable trainwreck of a husband.



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I’m a slut for single parent AUs so please imagine:

Yuuri’s daughter is The Cutest Three Year Old Ever and people are literally constantly telling Yuuri this. Yuuri legit thinks it’s because his daughter is So Darn Cute (And really, she is) and doesn’t even notice people squinting feverishly at his hands looking for a wedding ring. He doesn’t know why so many people offer to help him with his groceries, but he thinks it might be because they feel bad for him.

He coaches kid classes at an ice skating rink. His daughter has known how to skate practically since she could walk. They like to go to free skates on the weekends because it gets them out of the house and in among people and Phichit has actually put up a white board in Yuuri’s house that says “It has been ____ days since my last adult interaction” and updates it daily just to shame Yuuri into talking to people who have actually graduated grade school.

It’s one of these weekends that, for some reason only God himself is privy to, Viktor Nikiforov is skating at this rink.

“Oh my God,” Yuuri says, stock still against the boards, clutching his daughter’s hand. 

“Ow, Papa,” she says mildly. She takes after Mari, somehow. A lot of people think she’s Mari’s daughter when they see them together. The world could be coming down around her ears and she would just look around and say this is no fun. 

“Oh my God,” Yuuri says again when Viktor Nikiforov starts skating towards them

“Your daughter is so cute!” says Viktor Nikiforov as he approaches, waving and smiling. Yuuri is dying. Every atom of Yuuri’s being is screaming. “Does she know how to skate?”

“No,” Yuuri says. “No she does not.”

“Can I give her a lesson?”

“Yes,” Yuuri says. “Yes, she would love that.” 

And that is how my father left me to be kidnapped by Viktor Nikiforov at age three, Hana Katsuki’s future blog post on this subject will read. But it’s all good because Viktor didn’t want to kidnap me, he just wanted to marry my dad. Which he did, two years later. Don’t ask me about the ceremony because all I remember is falling asleep on a pile of coats at the reception.

A Post-Fire Photo Study...

Gilbert: *Helps up Ruby*… *Makes sure Anne saw him help her friend* 

Anne: *Looks at Ruby staring slack-jawed at Gilbert*

Ruby: I’m going to fall down ALL THE TIME now. 

Gilbert To Anne: You’re welcome for me helping your friend up.

Anne: SHIITTTTTTTTT. *panic*

Matthew: OOOOH SCONES!

Ruby: If I fall down again right now, do you think he’d help me up again?

Gilbert: Please stop looking at me like that.

Gilbert:  Oh good, Anne’s done talking to Matthew. Can I have a scone?

Anne: Gotta go.

Gilbert: Good talk. 

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HEY SO HI I’M A BIG FRICKIN DUNCE and i managed to delete the original post??? so i’m re-uploading it (finally)

original caption:

wow i worked on this for a way too long for it to look this bad ha excuse my lazy background and lazy… everything…

anyways gwen and david got a little somethin goin on behind the scenes and david’s catchin feelings but gwen’s not but it can only be kept a secret for so long, amirite?

green bubbles are Gwen and yellow bubbles are Max if that wasn’t obvious enough

I’m sorry… but I will never understand how Zutara is deemed unhealthy, dark, and abusive. I refuse to believe that relationship would’ve been anything other than wholly understanding and loving - and I’ll show you why… with pictures.

At the end of season two and the beginning of season three, we see Zuko struggling with his view of right and wrong. He’s betrayed his uncle, he’s going home, he’s struggling with a whirlwind of emotion and when given the opportunity to open up, by a girl who’s known him his entire life, he readily takes it.

Mai: Aren’t you cold? 
Zuko: I’ve got a lot of my mind. It’s been so long… over three years since I was home. I wonder what’s changed. I wonder how I’ve changed. 

In any functioning, healthy relationship, you would expect this flood of feelings and thoughts to met with sympathy or input or at the very least… a hand on the shoulder and a comforting hug. Instead, Zuko is basically told to shut up, to put up, to push the feelings away because they aren’t important enough to be bothered with. 

Now, you might come at me and say well, Mai really didn’t ask. She just wanted to know if he was cold and that’s fine. I give you this: 

Under Ba Sing Se, Zuko interacts with Katara in a calm environment. This is the first time they are together and not fighting and they have a chance to talk. Katara, obviously, takes the opportunity to rant and rage about how terrible Zuko is and he quietly sits there and takes it. He only protests, peacefully stating that she knows nothing about him, when she’s finished her wild stream of thoughts, to which Katara responds as such: 

Katara: I don’t? How dare you! You have no idea what this war has put me through. Me personally! The Fire Nation took my mother away from me.  
Zuko, sympathetically: I’m sorry. That’s something we have in common.

Now, Zuko could’ve simply said I’m sorry. He could’ve stopped there. But he slips and lets a bit of information about his past hang in the air. In turn, this angry, hurt waterbender - who is raw and emotional after opening up to the enemy - could’ve easily told him to shut up. She would have every right to. He’s hurt her. He’s scared her and chased her all over the world. 

But she doesn’t. She’s known him for five minutes, but she quickly turns around and let’s Zuko open up about his life, his scar, the things that bother him. And then she offers to fix one of the things that weighs him down!!!

And these are quiet, peaceful moments between these pairs. There’s no fighting or drama. If you really want to see how these relationships function, let’s look at periods when both parties are upset with the other. 

For example, let’s assess two intense interactions between Mai and Zuko in the Boiling Rock and then, Katara and Zuko in the Southern Raiders.  

In the Boiling Rock, Mai is angry with Zuko for leaving the Fire Nation, essentially dumping her in the process, and only explaining his motivations and plans through a letter. Now, I get why she says she deserved a face-to-face conversation, but why does she think she deserves one? She shut him down when he last expressed his conflicting decisions, so why does she think he would even feel comfortable explaining his choice to commit treason? 

And look at his body language - they’re together again and there is a chance for her to let him express himself in the way she wants, but she’s belittled him. He’s made to feel small and worthless by someone he thought he could trust (hmmm sound familiar *cough* Ozai *cough*). Then that’s it. She decides whatever he’s said is enough and she’s through and she throws the letter at him, promptly storming out.

Then we have the Southern Raiders… Katara feeling the bitter sting of Zuko’s betrayal in Ba Sing Se is given a chance to get an explanation from him. 

First of all, Zuko seeks her out. It’s obvious she’s pissed, but they are facing each other, having an eye-level conversation, and Zuko’s expression holds remorse and an earnest drive to fix the problem. Even in the intense, heated moment, Katara shows him a certain amount of respect. She takes him head on. She doesn’t belittle or negate him. She gives valid reasons why she’s upset and he listens and tries to fix it.

In a way, he does fix it - the best he can. Katara is heartbroken (much more than Mai is) and she let’s him take her on this journey with an unknown ending and trusts him with her decision - whatever it is. He doesn’t pressure her, he doesn’t push his thoughts or feelings on her. He let’s her be… until Katara decides she’s through and she forgives him. SHE FORGIVES HIM. She forgives the face of the enemy, the son of the man that terrorized her home, the countryman of the person who killed her mother. She forgives him and it’s like this fucking weight lifts off both of them. 

Sure… you can come at me and say Oh, well Mai saved Zuko at the Boiling Rock… Okay fine, I’ll give you that.  It didn’t change anything between them. She came right back at the end of the series and threatened him again. Is she still so incapable of understanding his motivations? Can she not see what his decision brought about? Look around you, Mai! Zuko sacrificed everything and, in turn, saved the world. He wasn’t purposefully being hurtful and vindictive. He wasn’t trying to disappoint you. He was trying to bring about a better future and he fucking succeeded. 

And I just want to post that image side-by-side with the image of Katara kneeling over him post-lightning scene. Katara watches Zuko - the future Fire Lord, the world’s last chance for a decent ruler in the Fire Nation - throw his life by the way side in favor of hers. He literally tossed aside everything they’d worked for and hoped for - he almost gave it all up to save her life.

Mai - who’s relationship was sacrificed for the greater good - threatens Zuko. Katara - who’s last year has been spent training and building up to this final battle - doesn’t. She understands him. She gets him. She’s grateful for him.

From their very first, real interaction, Katara gets Zuko. She takes the time to learn about him and he takes the time to learn about her. It’s healthy. It’s conducive. And even if you don’t think it’s romantic, it’s certainly some next level friend shit. 

If anything, it’s the first relationship shown here that’s unhealthy. 

More Thoughts on KS Chapter 20

So, now that I have thought a bit more on the chapter and talked about it with a few people, I have more stuff to say! Buckle up motherfuckers. 

Warning: These are only some ways to interpret these scenes. Your opinion may differ. 


Table of Contents: 

  1. “What if she calls the police?”
  2. “I don’t feel anything.”
  3. “That’s it?”
  4. “I guess I was right. I mean nothing to you.”
  5. “I don’t need you, anymore. So, can you just disappear? You fucking murderer.” 
  6. “Let me go. I hate the outside.”
  7. “You’re the one that killed someone, what’s so scary?”
  8. “You’re definitely a virgin, huh?”
  9. “Do you have any idea how much planning I did for you?”
  10. “This feels so familiar.” 
  11. “Ha…finally. It feels like you are being honest.”
  12. “It’s your fault…”
  13. “You ruined the mood.”
  14. “There’s no way I’d do it without a condom.”
  15. “But you liked it so much you were going to cry just a minute ago…”
  16. “You said you were with her to the end! So why don’t you know?”

If you don’t want to read the whole thing I wrote, each point have a tl;dr that very briefly summarises what I talked about at the very bottom of them.

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the bus (Lin Manuel Miranda x reader)

Lim-Manuel Miranda

summary : ur on a bus & Lin happens to be on the same one too & u expose ur fangirlness

warnings : maybe cussing¿? embarrassment ,, awkwardness stupid friends

pronouns : they/them

a/n : the wifi on this bus only apparently works where there’s cell reception idfk wtf and this is that cute idea I thought of… maybe it’s not so cute??? PLSE tell me what u guys think I need to improve my writing !!!

a/n : the previous a/n was the original one, but I’m adding this in here. this may be an ongoing series!!! sorry for the shitty writing in advance GIMME FEEDBACK,,

1 ,, 2 ,, next chatpter in the works
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your eyes were dropping. it was about four in the morning, and the tour bus was picking people up. you pressed play on some music and put to full volume. your friend next to you, tanushka, drifted off a few minutes before you. you felt yourself fade into sleep, letting your mind rest.

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lin couldn’t believe it. he’d been in queens town for about six days and not a single person recognized him. no matter how peaceful it was, it was also disheartening. he didn’t let it get him down, he signed himself up for an 8 hour bus ride to Millford Sound. he walked onto the bus using the incredibly steep stairs, then heard a familiar beat. he couldn’t place it, but he saw the source of the noise- you. he walked towards your seat and that’s when tanushka noticed him.

she let out a loud gasp, grabbing your phone and opening it to the home screen, a picture of Lin on it. “you’re the guy! with the music play thing! LIT manny or something!” She exclaims in a shout-whisper. he laughs at lit-manny.

“I’m Lin-Manuel Miranda, if that’s what you mean.”

“yeah! That guy! Holy shit y/n FUCKING loves you!” she points at you.

“so you don’t mind if i… sit here?” he asks, wanting to surprise you.

“oh! oh! oh sure!” she gets up, letting him slide in. for the first he examines you. your hands were inside your star labs hoodie, and half of your face as well. he got to notice your hair and your eyes. from the corner of his eyes, in the seat pocket, he spotted glasses. you were cute enough in your own way. now that he was closer to you, he could hear all the music. it seemed your music range varied greatly. one second it was Hamilton, then it was Metallica, then it was twenty one pilots. it was quite amusing. then the bus driver spoke into the speakers, his voice startling you.

“o- what the SHIT? ugh tanushka you never wake me u-” you turned and Lin was smirking. you rubbed your eyes and blinked, fumbling for your glasses.

“what the heckle?” you muttered, letting your eyes clear to reveal Lin, laughing.

“well hello there I’m Lin-”

“Manuel Miranda” you finished, in awe, “no freaking way.”

“well yes freaking way. I kinda just, heard your music, and asked your friend, tanushka I believe?, if I could sit here.” at her cue, she popped up from behind you. “that’s me!”

“anyways, so hey! I guess you have some great music taste!” Lin chuckles. “so what’s you’re name?”

“uh- y/n” you stutter out. then with more confidence, “y/n l/n”.

“well, y/n, what a lovely name might I mention, may I ask you what you’re favorite Hamilton song?” he says, making you laugh.

“I have so many really- uh I guess I really like Washington on your side- ooh! or maybe the Reynolds Pamphlet! Definitely guns and ships! oh! also! RIGHT hand man? and the Schuyler sisters? they’re all so good and so brilliantly put together and the music and t-” his laugh interrupted you.

“I think I’d know how good it is, I spent way too much of my life writing them”

“modest MUCH?” you laugh, then realize how rude you came off. “I’m so sorry I didn’t meant to-”

“it’s fine! don’t be sorry!” he noticed your fidgeting. “nervous?”

“this is… a lot to take in” you breathed out.

“well take your time then.” he jokes, “the dad bod is my best attribute, I believe.” you laugh, and grab your phone.

“is it ok if I take a picture with you?” you ask awkwardly. he nods, and you open up camera. he spots your homescreen and points at it.

“that’s me!”

“well duh” you grin, holding up the camera so you could take a photo. you guys ended up taking maybe fifty because you both couldn’t keep a straight face.

“you don’t mind if I… sit here for the rest of the ride?” he asked, quite nervously. Lin has a crush. yes, it was a school girlish crush, but you had such a bright attractive personality… he couldn’t help it. was that even legal? liking a fan? it seemed like a distant thought, a foreign idea only sought after in fanfiction.

“oh my god of course!” you were practically screaming, a grin so wide that Lin couldn’t help but smile.

“so… let’s get to know each other I guess?” Lin said, then tried to think of a question. “oh! what’s your twitter handle?” he asks and you tell him. a pan formularles in his head on how to get your number.

“can you send me the photos?” Lin asks, reaching for your phone “here I’ll-”

“I’ll just dm it on Twitter!” you smile and type in his handle, sending him the photos. there goes that.

“you don’t mind sending me all the pictures? Maybe it would be faster over text?” he tried again.

“oh it’s fine, you don’t want a fan like me with your number.” you say, not getting the hint.

“I mean-”

“don’t worry about it! there, it should have delivere-”

“goddamit can I please have your number?” he finally blurts. your eyes widen as you look up at him.

“what?”

“I-uhm” Lin didn’t know how to fix this. he scratches the back of his head, looking towards his feet

“I’d love to give you my number.” You grin, and send it to him over Twitter.

“uh thanks” he grins sheepishly, then posted a photo. your phone rang with the notification for both Lins post & that he tagged you.

“you have me on post notifs?” he laughs, running a hand through his hair. god, he was cute.

“maybe…”

“that’s cute.” he says laughing at your blush.

met the most amazing dum dum ever… (your handle)

you blushed again and covered your laugh as you looked at him. “this is so sweet!” you exclaim, and it was his turn to blush as he nervously looked towards the floor.

“and you followed me? what? that’s so cool! oh my gosh!” you gush, smile plastered across your cheeks.

“it’s no problem, really.” he says.

“thank you! well god, I’m tired so you don’t mind if I take a quick nap?” you ask, and he laughs. in the back of his head, he prayed the cliche gods were at work and you would fall asleep onto his shoulders.

to be continued¿

Oh god, guys, can we not do this again.

I keep seeing “Oh man, 17776 is the new Homestuck! All I can think about is Homestuck! It’s Just Like Homestuck!”

Can we please not do this “X is the new Y!” thing because inevitably this means that X is going to get driven into the ground in .2 seconds when people inevitably call it cringe culture. Please just let it be it’s own thing. Yes, it’s the same genre but can we please not do this I just want to enjoy football robots.

Kalagang #05

1x06 Demons

There’s only one Kalagang moment in this episode, but I LOVE THIS SCENE. I mean, we love all Kalagang scenes, don’t we. Who doesn’t? Isn’t that why I am writing these posts and you’re reading them right now in the first place? LOL. So without further ado, let’s begin.

Previously on Sense8, Kala fainted in her wedding. Thank you, Wolfgang. Now they are aware of each other. Also, we get to see what each character thinks more importantly of – moral compass, logic, or desire.

I don’t know if it’s just me, but when Wolfgang says ‘hello again’, I felt my heart exploded. TOO MUCH HOTNESS. I JUST. I CAN’T. HIS FACE. HIS BODY. HIS FREAKIN’ EYES. HIS VOICE. DAMN YOU WOLFGANG BOGDANOW. DAMN YOU MAX RIEMELT. Whoa, I’m gushing too much.

See what I mean? I can’t think straight when he’s like THAT.

Original post [x] @netflixsense8gifs

Oh no? OH YES TO ME! Kala, you seriously need to appreciate the fact that you are able to see him.

JUST LOOK AT HIM! OH MY GOD! You know what? this post can just be me gushing over Wolfgang. And I’m not gonna be ashamed of it. Or feel sorry for not analyzing Kalagang moments which I should be doing right now! You hear me? I wont’ be SORRY! – no, I’m kidding. I’d feel terrible if I didn’t write this post properly.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

One thing I’ve noticed when Kala locks her door is that the place they visit each other – right after they’re surely aware of one another’s presence – has changed. Before this, places Wolfgang and Kala visited (or just connected in general) were more public such as cemetery, Sanyam’s (Kala’s father) restaurant, Indian restaurant in Berlin, club’s bathroom, swimming pool, and the place where Kala’s wedding was held.

Now, they are in each other’s bedroom – the most private space one can have. Wolfgang showing up in Kala’s bedroom has significant meaning to it.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

Let’s rewind a bit. When Kala wakes up in her bedroom, the first thing she sees is her family (although the person in the middle looks like her coworker/friend but whatever). Let’s say Kala’s bedroom is a metaphor for her mind or herself. Her family (and friends) symbolizes things or people that made who she is today. They represent Kala’s personality, her beliefs, her dreams, memories, relationships, important values in her life, you-name-it. At the same time, her mind is the most private space – like her bedroom. So she only lets in those which she knows, trusts, cares, and loves, or at least she’s familiar with – just like her family has been the only ones who can come to her bedroom.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

But then, all of sudden, out of nowhere, THIS GUY shows up none other than in Kala’s own bedroom. In her bed. And let us not forget that Rajan has never been in her bedroom, ever.

I wrote in the previous post [x] that when Wolfgang showed up in Kala’s wedding he represented Kala’s inner voice. I’d add more and say Wolfgang himself symbolizes Kala’s darkest and deepest desire which explains why Kala later describes him as a demon.

Anyhow, so Wolfgang showing up in Kala’s bedroom indicates – the wedding sort of triggered the awakening of Kala’s desire which has been hidden for very long time. And now, it’s visible. Again, in her bed. She can feel her longing for something more in her life; she just doesn’t want to admit it, yet.

And before we move on, can we just take a moment and see how Wolfgang is eyeing on her? I mean, seriously…I’m 600% sure that most people love this scene because of the way Wolfgang looks at Kala the whole time.

Wolfgang: I didn’t ruin anything. You didn’t want to marry that guy. [That is not for you to say] Maybe not, but you wanted me to say it.

Obviously, Kala doesn’t want this unexpected visitor – more like an intruder from her perspective – to keep seeing through her.

Original post [x] @eleveun

And obviously, Wolfgang cannot help but enjoy knowing what she wants with seductive look on his face.

Wolfgang: *pat* *pat* *pat*

Me: I’M SOLD

But not her. Nope.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

And he seems so disappointed. Which makes him hotter and cuter for some reason. But I’m kinda glad that she said no to him. One of many things I love about Kala and Wolfgang is that even though they’re pretty much love at first sight, they don’t rush. Their relationship rather builds up gradually making their connection stronger.

Moreover, this is the first time Wolfgang actually develops a relationship with someone. It’s going to be something totally different from what he’s used to do with other women. So Wolfie, patting the bed may not be the smartest move to make in front of Kala. Not right now.

BUT interestingly, if you look back at the GIF where Wolfgang pats on the bed, you can see Kala’s body sorta leaning towards him for a moment – deep down, she wants him too.

Original post [x] @klarksbelomi

I have absolutely nothing to talk about – except how cute this whole scene was. The way Kala tries to figure out what is going on with her, Kala’s description of Wolfgang as demon, Wolfgang gazing at Kala as she moves back and forth in her room…and smiling at her. P E R F E C T I O N. Technically it’s not their first meeting, but it still gave me this vibe of meet-cute in romantic films.

Wolfgang: If you are so concerned with privacy and decency, why did you look? [I did not] Yes, you did. You looked then, and you’re looking now [I did not].

Original post [x] @ludi-lin

I just love how he teases Kala. Him glancing down at his ‘trunk’ and then right back at her. He’s totally enjoying every second of this moment with her.

Kala: [and somehow, I feel that you want me, too] Oh my god, you are a demon.

Original post [x] @fyeahmaxriemelt

In 1x02 post, I wrote that the way Wolfgang describes his feeling towards Kala is going to change gradually from words that are very instinctive to something more emotional. First it was ‘craving’; now it’s ‘want’. If you search the word in the dictionary, it means ‘have a desire to possess or do (something); wish for’. So for Wolfgang, this feeling he has is still closer to desire or lust (instinctive). The reason he uses that word is because maybe he doesn’t know it’s love, yet. Or maybe he’s just more used to that word.

Want, desire, lust – these are the words Wolfgang is familiar with. To Kala, they’re raw, strange, unfamiliar, and even immoral things to feel – which explains her astounded reaction. Not to mention she’s never heard directly from someone that he wants her. But at the same time, you see a very subtle smile on her face – she doesn’t hate it completely. I feel like she’s impressed by how straightforward and honest Wolfgang is. Because in her life, she never had a chance to talk about deep feelings or desires so openly with others.

I mean Wolfgang is everything that Kala is not – and that makes her more attracted to him…and vice versa.

Kala: I know that if it was you [Rajan] that had fainted just before you were to marry me, oh, dear, I’d be absolutely sure that you hated me and that you didn’t want anything to do with me. So I completely understand if you came here because you don’t want to marry me any longer. And you don’t have to worry about protecting my feelings.

Maybe because she’s somehow influenced by Wolfgang, but anyhow, when Kala meets up with Rajan, I think it’s the first time she actually spills out what she really feels. I would say she tried her best to be honest as possible, but it’s still not enough to make Rajan to know her intentions completely.

Because the way she address the issue is…you can see that Kala wants to be honest with Rajan, but at the same time she doesn’t want to hurt his feelings. She doesn’t want to be that bad person who dumps her fiance after their failed wedding ceremony. I wrote that Kala is on her journey figuring out ways to become an adult…and this is going to be one of the biggest struggles on her way. Sometimes, one has to be brutally honest with another.

Being honest with your heart may hurt others. There’s no grey area for this. At least in Kala’s situation. Whether she likes it or not, Kala will have to make a choice in some point. The consequence that follows her decision is inevitable. It is her responsibility – a burden that she must bear. It is painful, but that’s what makes us…what’s going to make Kala a woman (adult).

Rajan: For me, I love what happened. I love it because it makes our wedding something special. […] I imagine telling our children how their beautiful mother took one look at their father and fainted straight away. It is a great twist.

Oh Rajan, you just keep coming up with more foreshadowing of Kalagang.

Best Friends Don't Use A Couple Hashtag

For Day One of NurseyDex Week - Getting Together/Mutual Pining

Nursey/Dex Week: Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6, Day 7

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It started the summer between sophomore and junior year. Dex was trying to spend the summer ignoring the fact that he had to start sharing a room with Nursey and ignoring Nursey all together. He was doing a pretty good job of it until he began noticing a guy pop up in Nurse’s social media more and more. His name was Huntington and Dex hated him on principle because of that name.

Every time he opened up Snapchat it was filled with Nursey and Hunt’s faces using the latest filter. If he tried to open Instagram there would be photos of the latest meal Hunt and Nursey were eating with the tag #Nursington. And forget Facebook. There Dex had to hide posts from Hunt all together because he tagged Nursey in everything. Clearly Nursey had a boyfriend and hadn’t mentioned it to the group or his to be roommate and d-man. Best friends don’t use a couple hashtag after all.

He found it odd too that none of the guys were asking him about it. Usually fledgling romances were like a drop of blood in the water that sent Holster and Ransom into a frenzy. But somehow the chat was silent and the comments left on posts were innocuous.

One afternoon Dex opened his phone and was greeted with the sight of Nurse and Hunt at NYC Pride and threw his phone down with a huff.

“What’s wrong?” his sister asked.

“Nothing Erin,” he mumbled, looking at the ceiling.

Swiping her brother phone Erin opened it and looked at the photo of the two men on screen. “See you’re still pining over your friend,” she smirked.

“I am not pining. I do not like Derek Nurse for the last time.”

“You do. You know you do. I know because you argue with him a lot. Which means you can’t figure out how to process feelings like a real person and find really weird things to get angry about like that jaywalking story.”

“He wouldn’t on the grass because it would wet his loafers wet Erin! Who does that!” he exclaimed looking frazzled.

“Yeah and you weirdly like that about him,” she teased.

“I hate you.”

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yorulun  asked:

Hi! Bat Fam fic rec? Love your blog! Have a pleasant day!

Of course! I did just make another fic rec post, which you can find here, but all of the ones listed here are specifically Batfam. I didn’t include any that I’ve already recommended in my other post, but I thought this would be a good idea to include the ones that didn’t make the cut last time (mostly because I was dead tired and posting at two in the morning).

You can also look at my fic recs tag!

Again, just a fair warning, a lot of these are going to be Dick Grayson centric.

Keep Losing Sleep by incogneat_oh
Words: 2,893
Summary: “When’d you last sleep?” Jay asks, curious.“Eleven years ago,” Tim says, at the same time as Dick says, “Tuesday.”
My Comments: The batboys trying to help Tim with his insomnia? Heck yes.

Come One, Come All by incogneat_oh
Words: 2,047
Summary: He sits on the end of the bed, watching the slow expansion of Dick’s chest, frowning slightly. Tapping his fingers on the knees of his jeans absently.Or, the fic where Dick is injured and the family are sticking close by.
My Comments: I’m a sucker for Dick getting hurt and his family doing their best to take care of him. This is one of THE best I’ve read. I seriously read it all of the time.

Kill your darlings by ShariAruna
Words: 2,476
Summary: Fic Prompt!: Brainwashed evil Dick with Batbros to the rescue!
My Comments: Man, this fic hits hard. The boys have to fight their brother after he’s dosed with fear toxin and I just feel for them so much.

Manus by ShariAruna
Words: 2,002
Summary: He knows his family, he knows which people are important to them. And Dick’s been at war with Bruce for the first place in every Robins’ heart for a long time now. Winning, for the most part.
My Comments: Okay, so the thing I love about this fic is that it shows that Jason cares for his family without ever really stating the fact. Dick’s injured and Jason feels like it’s all his fault. My heart breaks just reading this fic! Also, check out @unavenged-robin​ for more because they’re amazing!

The Name Game by RascalJoy (DarkQuill)
Words: 1,610
Summary: Duke Thomas doesn’t have a hero name yet. The Robins (read as: Jason) decide to fix that.(“If you say ‘Robin,’ I will cut you,” Damian growled.“He will,” Tim agreed. “He’s crazy.”)
My Comments: This is kind of crack-ish, but I think it’s pretty funny, and it’s such an accurate representation of how done Duke is with the batkids.

Mistlefoe by strikeyourcolors
Words: 10,158
Summary: With forced house arrest, a poisoning, a charity holiday lights display, last minute shopping, accidental lipstick drugging, and mistletoe based violence, chaos reigns supreme in the days leading up to Christmas. But the Batfamily? They thrive in chaos. In other words, pointless holiday humor and fluff with some feelings mixed in.
My Comments: Okay, so I can hear you asking, “Why are you recommending a Christmas fic?” and my answer is because this fic messed me up. Badly. I thought I was in for a funny, light-hearted fic, but it gets kind of angsty towards the end (like a good kind of angsty that hits you right in the feels).

April 27th by mitch23k
Words: 2,694
Summary: Just five days before the fifth anniversary of Jason Todd’s death, Dick Grayson gives a risky answer to an interviewer question about his brother. Jason thinks it’s funny, and suddenly, the family finds themselves in a competition to see who can be more dramatic about their brother on TV.
My Comments: I love reading how Jason slowly comes to realize that he’s a part of the family and this fic does it really well! It’s a good read!

The League of Extraordinary Bowling Bats by chibi_nightowl
Words: 5,065
Summary: “What did Dickiebird do? Steal all your other shirts?”The shirt is bright green with wide yellow stripes pretending to be a pin stripe running vertically across it. On the back, in bright red letters, “Timmy” is spelled out.“You’re next,” he spits out, shooting Jason the worst glare he could muster. “He’s got one for you too.”
My Comments: A fluffy fic of the family doing ridiculous things like renting out an entire bowling alley. Amazing.

Bruce texts instead of talking, and Dick learns to deal with his home situation by narfiffiftic (maladictive)
Words: 1,100
Summary: Dr. Hurt shot Dick, and now he has to deal with the aftermath: Make sure you check the stitches before you go to sleep, I saw you for ten minutes today, you realize what nearly happened? Just do as I say, B, they’re on the back of my head, you come check on them. Use a mirror, Dick. Be careful,
My Comments: Set between Batman and Robin #16 and #17, where DIck has brain surgery. It really makes you think of how Bruce really hasn’t changed a bit. I feel for poor Dick here, but he’s always got his brothers!

Meet the Family by autumnangelwrites
Words: 1,610
Summary: It was rare that Bruce got called to handle ‘dad issues’ and, well, Clark honestly couldn’t resist.
My Comments: Bruce is so done with the Justice League in this and it’s pretty funny. It is angsty, though, and it makes you think that maybe Bruce actually does know how to parent.

Talon’s Grasp by lowflyingfruit
Words: 78,187 (23/23)
Summary: Dick Grayson was kidnapped by the Court of Owls. Talon escaped. With no known way to undo what has been done, and the Court trying to reclaim their assassin, is there still a place for Nightwing in Gotham? Is there still a place for Dick in the family?
My Comments: I don’t usually read Talon!AUs, but this is a really cool fic and I got sucked into it. It shows how the whole family would react to Dick getting captured and they try to scramble to turn him back, and it’s honestly really good.

So those are all on ao3, but here are a few on ff.net:

Altruism by paganpunk2
Words: 4,800 (2/2)
Summary: Dick’s day volunteering at a BPD fundraising car wash takes a turn for the delightful when Alfred stops by. T for language.
My Comments: A fluffy one-shot where Alfred just wants to support Dick, even if Bruce won’t. This is one of my favs, but of course, all of paganpunk’s stuff (especially the Spark in the Dark series) is absolutely amazing!

Bumper Stickers by FinalArc
Words: 3,080
Summary: Bruce is back from the “dead”, and not especially tolerant of some of the changes made in his absence. Dick couldn’t care less.
My Comments: Someone on ff.net was asking me for a prompt and they rec’ed this to me. And honestly? It’s really good. Bruce has to come to terms that life basically moved on without him, and it’s kind of hard to swallow for him. A really good read.

A Robin’s Gotta Eat by RomanianDollar
Words: 3,631
Summary: When Jason gets injured in a gang fight he heads to the one person who will receive him: Tim Drake. While there he finds his kid brother doesn’t have the best diet habits, and decides to take matters in his own hands.
My Comments: Jason cooks and the family eats together! It’s pretty fluffy, and Tim’s reactions in this are pure gold.

Hope you enjoy reading!

I was going to share an in depth thing of the convos I’ve had with amy but I cut a lot of this out because I don’t want it to seem like im using amy for popularity or that im just boasting…now that she’s a real part of the team on marks channel it just seems appropriate to talk about now I guess? 

 it’s one story that warms my heart whenever I remember it and wanted to share

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Breathe.

Request: Could you do a fanfic where Newt has a emotional breakdown?

~I can feel the feels already. Here we go! :) I hope you enjoy!~

“Niffler, stop that now!”

“Pickett, I know. Give me one second, please.”

“Dougal, the occamies are fine, leave them be right now….never mind, Dougal, please help them.”

Newt ran around the case, trying to keep his creatures under control. For some reason, they all decided that today was the day to drive their owner mad.

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Side Bae Saturday! || Requested by @alexa040004

A/N: This literally took 3 days and one million attempts to upload bc tumblr was being annoying, so enjoy side bae ‘tuesday’ 

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“Has anyone ever told you that you look exactly like Draco Malfoy?”

Julian sighed in annoyance as he muttered, “oh not this again.“ 

“Anyway, I was just showing Y/N around but just for a second I need you to imagine that we’re actually friends. I was working on something the other day and-” Barry was interrupted by you. 

“Your nerd talk can wait, remember when I made you watch Harry Potter? Look at him, I think he looks like the older version of Draco,“ you say gesturing to Julian. 

"No one asked for your opinion, you filthy little-” 

“See what I mean! He’s literally quoting Draco. I’m convinced.”

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2moms-0fucks  asked:

Wife-gate fic. It's my kink. Go.

Oh god this has taken me forever and I’ve been side-tracked by…well everything. I’ve got a longer, different wife-gate fic in my head and I posted one months ago, but I sat down to write something else this afternoon and this pile of sickly sweet fluff came out instead. I’m sorry. 

“Mulder?”

“Hmm?”

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“You’re looking at me again.”

Smiling to himself, Mulder shook his head, loosening his tie. “No I’m not.”

“You are, I can feel you.”

“Alright, let’s say I am. Maybe I like looking at you.”

“Maybe it makes me uncomfortable.”

“Does it?”

Scully said nothing, instead smirking as she sipped her glass of champagne. The two of them sat out on the porch, curled up on the loveseat watching the sun set. It had been a beautiful summer’s day, a busy day for the both of them, and now they were just relaxing and enjoying the peace and quiet. Together.

“This is nice,” she commented moments later, sighing contentedly.

“We sit out on the porch all the time Scully.”

“Usually you’re engrossed in your cellphone though, and I’m busy with work. It’s rare that we just get to sit and talk.”

“What would you like to talk about? Hey, if you like, I can braid your hair and paint your nails and we can talk about our latest crushes.”

With her free hand, Scully slapped Mulder’s chest. “Trust you not to take things seriously.”

“Oh I think I’ve been taking things very seriously today.”

They shared a sweet secret smile. “It’s been a good day.”

“It has,” Mulder agreed. “I think your mom enjoyed herself.”

“Just my mom?”

“Did you see Skinman trying to chat her up?”

Scully grimaced. “Please don’t even go there. He was just being polite.”

“He was flirting with her.”

“That’s my mom you’re talking about.”

“And your mom’s not allowed to have fun?”

“I didn’t say that. She’s just not allowed to have fun with our former boss.” She rolled her eyes. “You’re staring at me again.”

“No I’m not.”

“You are.”

“Hey Scully?”

“What Mulder?” She didn’t need to ask though, she knew exactly what he was going to say. They knew each other now better than ever.

“We got married today.”

Scully grinned. “Yes we did.”

“Did you ever think today would happen? That we’d finally do it? I mean cast your mind back to when you first walked into my office –”

“If you’re asking me if I knew then that one day I’d marry you, then of course not. Back then I thought you were a pompous ass. I still do sometimes.”

“Ha-de-ha.”

She sobered. “But, in all seriousness, I think there was a time when I thought it might happen. That night when we brought William home from hospital…” At the mention of their son’s name, Mulder pulled his partner – his wife – closer in towards him. They could now talk about him without it feeling like a dagger to the heart. They missed him terribly of course, and they both hoped that one day they’d get to see their son again, but they’d made peace with Scully’s decision. It had taken them years of pain, arguments and self-flagellation, but they knew that it had been for the best, that William’s life would have been in jeopardy otherwise. “There just seemed to be hope in the air. It felt like our family was complete…”

“It was complete.”

“…and then with everything that happened afterwards, I dared not to dream. I was just glad I was with you and that we were both safe.”

“And now here we are.”

“Here we are.” They tapped their champagne glasses together.

“Do you think we can get away with staying out here all night?”

“It’s a nice thought, but I need to get out of this dress soon,” said Scully, referring to her cream wedding dress. She’d been adamant that she wasn’t going to have a wedding dress, preferring to wear a suit or even a day dress – after all it was just a small celebration, with only two witnesses. But Maggie had insisted and, realizing that it was her mom’s only chance to see one of her daughters walk down the aisle, Scully had relented, though had chosen the simplest of outfits. She and Mulder had married earlier that afternoon in a quiet ceremony, with Maggie and Skinner as witnesses. After heading out to dinner following the ceremony, Mulder and Scully headed home for the evening. In a few days time they’d be heading out to Mexico for their honeymoon, but for now they were enjoying some quiet time together. 

“You’re telling me woman, it’s our wedding night after all.” Another slap to the chest. “You can take it off now if you like. It’s not like we have neighbors watching us.”

“I don’t want to take it off,” she admitted. “It’s not like I’ll be wearing this again.”

“At least not until you divorce me and marry George Clooney.”

“I’ll buy a better dress for George.”

“You wound me Scully,” he chuckled. “It’s a pretty dress. You look pretty Scully.”

“Thank you. You scrub up well yourself, I can’t remember the last time I saw you in a suit.”

“Only for you honeybunch.” Scully scrunched up her face in disgust. “Mrs Mulder?”

“Mrs Mulder?”

“You’re right, it just sounds wrong.” He shook his head. “That makes you sound like my mom which is just odd. How about, light of my life, love of my life and keeper of my heart?”

“Quit while you’re behind.”

“Yes dear. See, we’ve been married less than five hours and already you’re tightening the shackles.

“Mulder?”

“Hmm?”

“Shut up and take me to bed.”

“Yes dear.”

George Washington X Reader: Captured

Word Count: 1096

Pronouns Used: She/Her

Summary: You (the reader) are captured by British soldiers and interrogated on the location of your husband, George Washington’s, troops. 


You twirl the wedding ring on your finger as you stare off into the distance out of the window of your home. Smiling softly at the memory of your wedding, you pray and hope that your husband is still alive. In the middle of a revolution, you never knew what was coming around the corner. This was especially because your husband was the general of all the troops opposing the British forces.

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