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She Never Stopped Smiling

by reddit user Pippinacious

Fly was an odd kid, even by odd kid standards. I met her in sixth grade, when our alphabetically ordered last names landed us in adjacent seats, and she turned to look at me with a cheerful, gap toothed smile.

“Hi!” She said.

“Hi.” I replied quietly.

I was shy and intimidated by my first day in middle school, but she wasn’t the least bit nervous.

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minerva mcgonagall is sitting and watching the first triwizard task when fred nudges her

“hey professor,” he says. “these events sure do drag on, huh?”

“weasley,” she says. “you’re banned from the next two events.”

at the next one, she is waiting in the stands when george walks past.

“hey professor,” he says. “i wish i could sea what’s going on.”

“you are also banned” she says

at the last one, she finds herself sitting alone when she hears a voice from beneath her

“wow,” it says. “this sure is a-maze-ing”

she looks down. ginny weasley is grinning up at her.

anonymous asked:

Maybe some time you could talk about Susan and what it would be like if she didn't desert Narnia

How about we talk about what might have happened if Narnia hadn’t deserted Susan?

What if, instead of sending a stag to lead them astray, the Pevensies had been given time to end their first rule– to have finished their reports, their negotiations and treaties, that letter in the bureau Lucy was half-done penning to Mrs. Beaver to thank her for the fruitcake and to ask about her grandchildren. 

They had lived there more than a decade then, grown from children to kings and queens, to brave young adults with responsibility heavy on their shoulders. They had lived through storms and wars, peace and joy, lost friends to battle and old age and distance. They had made a home. What if they had been given time to say good-bye? 

What if we didn’t tell Susan she had to go grow up in her own world and then shame and punish her for doing just that? She was told to walk away and she went. She did not try to stay a child all her life, wishing for something she had been told she couldn’t have again. 

There is nothing wrong with Lucy loving Narnia all her life, refusing an adulthood she didn’t want for a braver, brighter one she built herself. But there is also nothing wrong with Susan trying to find something new to fall in love with, something that might love her back. 

You can build things in lipsticks and nylons, if you don’t mind getting a few runs in them. There is nothing wrong with wanting to be pretty, especially when pretty is the only power left to you. 

Let’s talk about being the last one left. No, really, think about it. You get a call in the middle of the night, in the little flat you can just barely afford, and you are told there has been an accident. 

Think about it, that moment– you scramble over everyone you know, everyone you love, and try to figure out where they all are that night. There are things rushing in your gut, your fingertips, your lungs, your ears– there are words in your ears as the tinny, sympathetic voice starts to tell you: it is everyone. 

They were on a train. Something went wrong. They probably died instantly. A rushing sound. A bright light. (You try to imagine it, for years. You try not to think about it. You imagine it, for years–a rushing sound, a bright light.)

Your little sister, who you always felt the most responsible for, who you never understood, really– Your big brother, who disapproved of your choices but loved you with a steadiness you could never regret leaning into– Your little brother, a smug and arrogant ass except for the days when he drowned in self doubt– Ed was going to go far and you knew it, were waiting for it, were shoring up your defenses and your eye rolls for the days when he’d think he ruled the world–

Your mother is gone. Your father, with his stuffy cigar smell and big hands and the way he got distracted telling stories– he is gone. Your cousin Eustace, who suddenly lost that stick in his ass one summer. That friend of his, Jill, who you’d never actually quite met. Gone. A rushing sound. A bright light. 

Go on. Walk through this with me. You can’t sleep all night long, because you still can’t understand it, still can’t quite breathe in a world where you are the last Pevensie. You finally fade sometime between midnight and dawn and when you wake up you don’t remember for half a second. You think ugh and you think sunshine why and then you remember that you are an orphan, an only child. You remember there probably isn’t anyone else to handle the funeral arrangements. 

Get up. Make tea. Forget to eat breakfast and feel nauseous and empty all day. Call the people who need to be called. Your work, to ask for the time off. The mortuary, to ask about closed caskets. Distant relations. Friends. Edmund’s girlfriend and Peter’s boss. You listen to Lucy’s friends weep hysterics into the phone while you stare out the kitchen window and drink your fourth cup of tea. You call Professor Diggory, out at the old house with the wardrobe that started it all, and it rings and rings. You don’t find out for three days that he died in the train crash too. When you do, you stare at the newspaper article. You think of course

You are twenty one years old. You have ruled a kingdom, fought and won and prevented wars, survived exile and school and your first day as a working woman. Nothing has ever felt worse than this. You have a necklace in your dresser you meant to give your mother, because she loves rubies and this glass is painted a nice ruby red and it is all you can afford on your tiny wages. 

Excuse me, a correction: she loved rubies. She is dead. You never wear the necklace. You cry yourself to sleep for weeks. The first night you don’t cry, the first morning you wake up rested, you feel guilty. You wonder if that will live in the pit of your stomach all your life and you don’t know. The years reach out in front of you, miles and eons of loss. You are on the very shore of this grief and you do not know how you will survive feeling like this for the rest of your life. But you will survive it. 

Get up. Make tea. Make yourself eat breakfast. Make plans with a school friend to do lunch. Go to work and try to bury yourself in the busyness of it. Remember that you’d promised to lend Peter a hand with some task or other, but you don’t even remember what it was– Collapse. Hide in the bathroom until you’re breathing again. Redo your makeup and leave work the moment your shift is over. Drop your nylons and your sweater and your heels in the apartment hallway. Fall into bed and pull the covers over your head. 

Get up. Make tea. Eat. Don’t think about them for weeks. Don’t feel guilty when you remember. Feel proud. Spend an indulgent weekend in your pajamas, reading Lucy’s favorite novel and making Ed’s favorite cookies and remembering the way your mother smelled and how it always made you feel safe. Love them and miss them and mourn them. Keep breathing. Cry, but wash your face after in cool water. Wake in the morning to birdsong and spend three hours making breakfast just the way you like it. 

Imagine the next birthday, the next Christmas, the next time you hit one of those days that herald the passage of time, that tell you how much you’ve grown and how much they haven’t. 

Lucy, Peter, and Edmund will be at the same height for the rest of your life. Lucy will always be seventeen for the second time. You see, you think you know, when you lose them, what the dagger in you feels like. But it grows with you, that ache. You grow with it, too, learn how to live with that at your side but it grows, that ache, finds new ways to twist– 

At the first friend’s wedding you go to, you cry because it’s lovely, those two smiling and promising and holding hands– but you also cry because you wonder what Lucy would have looked like in white, joyous and smiling and promising the rest of her life to a boy who deserved her. 

Go on. You tell me if Susan deserted a world or if a whole life deserted her. You tell me who was left behind. 

So yes, let’s talk about it– what if Narnia hadn’t deserted Susan? What if lipstick and nylons were things worn and not markers of worth? 

What if we had a story that told little girls they could grow up to be anything they wanted– all of Lucy’s glory and light, Susan’s pretty face and parties, the way Jill could move so quiet and quick through the trees? 

Because you know, some of those little girls? They were the little mothers, too old for their age, who worried and wondered, who couldn’t believe like Lucy or charge like Jill. Susan was reasonable, was hesitant and beautiful and gentle, was pretty and silly and growing up, and for it she was lost. She was left. And when Susan was left, so were they. 

The little girls who worried louder than they loved, who were nervous about climbing trees and who would never run after the mirage of a lion, who looked at the pretty women in the grocery store and wondered if they would grow up pretty too– some of them looked at their little clever doubting hands, after they read Peter and Eustace and Jill scoffing at Susan’s vanities, and they wondered what they were worth. 

Imagine a Narnia that believed in all of them. Imagine a Narnia that believed in adult women, lipsticked or not. Imagine Susan teaching Jill how to string a bow, arms straining. Imagine her brushing blush on Lucy’s cheeks, the first time Lu went out walking with a boy she was considering falling in love with. Imagine that when the last door to Narnia was shut, there was not a sister left behind. 

Glitchtale “Geonocide continues” theory

Ok, so to start off, the “Geonocide continues” or “Gc” theory is going to focus not on how plot progresses, but mainly on “How the game works from programming aspect”.

You may think that Camila wouldnt do something as “Advanced” as that, and you may think something like “Camila is animator, not a programmist DUH”, but let me prove you wrong.

In this case, she has basic knowledge on how game would behave, so lets continue.

Now, lets talk about how the game would behave.

Undertale save works as a text file, that game can read, for example, if you didnt kill papyrus it would look like that (simplified version)

Papyrus killed = 0

And in this case, “0″ means null, he was not killed.

Lets talk about how reset works.

It basically erases current variables all to “0″, but Undertale was programmed to remember some things.

Now, lets see how would it look if you had killed papyrus .

Papyrus killed = 1

And after reset it should have been something like that

Papyrus killed = 0

Right?

Yes, but with one exception, it would create ANOTHER variable, so the thing would look like this

Papyrus killed = 0

Papyrus REMEMBERS being killed = 1

And that is basically how undertale behaves.

Same works with routes, and as we know, Frisk had completed every possible route (seing every line of dialogue means beating every neutral version, because of unique Sans’ dialogue at the end), up to the Megalomaniac when they fail to complete Geonocide route.

Now, in healthy condition after resetting it should make save to something like:

Geonocide = 0 

But as we know, after Frisk had escaped they have created first glitch, allowing them to reset mid-battle.

Now, we’ve seen more glitches after resetting, meaning that something went wrong with “Reset” option.

And quickly we can come to conclusion that it didnt reset values, but created two values that cannot co-exist.

for example you can’t have values like

Papyrus killed = 1

Papyrus killed = 0

At the same time, because the game will not know what to do, creating more and more glitches after resets, as resetting adds false variables to the save file.

In Glitchtale, it eventually came to point where ONE MORE false value in save file, will make timeline (in this case save) to erase itself.

At this point in time, we know that we are on hard mode, because in “Yet darker” we saw the file being named “Frisk”

And as it is hard mode, game GAINS the ability to SPAWN objects, for example it can spawn final froggit in ruins.

But what if it can spawn something to fix itself?

As it is spawning more things, it also gains ability to create new “stories”.

The game is smarter than we thought.

What if the game was to create one powerfull being, so that it can fix the game itself?

And you are right, the game did that, and so the game created Betty.

Now, for some of you being like “But it was bravery who created her!”

I need to say one thing, the bravery, twins, and whole story is STILL inside the game, it is still INSIDE the window frame.

Meaning that game could “create” story for Betty to make it look less, well, suspicious?

How would Betty work by then?

Well, Betty would be just a “Eraser tool” to erase every false value to point it was last time the game was ok, and this last time was Geonocide run.

By that, it means that from these two values:

Papyrus killed = 0

Papyrus killed = 1

Betty would have erased “ Papyrus killed = 0 “, leaving him killed as it originally was on the Geonocide route before Frisk decided to glitch.

And what’s the order of killing?

Everything in the game needs to proceed with some sort of “order”.

And get ready for your mind to get blown,

The game thinks we are inside “Pacifist” route, but with Geonocide value, meaning it would take ONLY order we see in Pacifist route, and let Betty kill them by it.

AND WHAT IS THE ONLY ORDER WE SEE IN GAME?

That is right!

We dont get a chance to see anything other in normal pacifist route in game, so the Game itself took the only order it could find.

The core starting point is Frisk, and the nearest ones to stand by them will die first.

For example, Sans And Alphys are standing RIGHT next to frisk, and they died first, the next one in order would be Undyne, but she has the thing.

After some calculations I’ve come to this order:

- Sans

- Alphys

- Undyne (She will loose her whole determination but not die just now)

- Papyrus

- Undyne (Now she dies, no determination =D )

- Toriel/Asgore (it is hard to tell which one)

So as we came to the conclusion,

The villain is the game itself.

Thank you for reading, I hope you liked my theory, and remember, it is ONLY a theory, meaning it can be wrong with some things, or with everything or it can also be 100% accurate!

Feel free to voice that on YouTube, just say that it is MINE theory and put my name on screen and in description of video.

Don’t copy-paste theory, just reblog it.


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TV AESTHETICS | buffy the vampire slayer

okay, I’m cookie dough. I’m not done baking. I’m not finished becoming whatever the hell it is I’m gonna turn out to be. I make it through this, and the next thing, and the next thing, and… maybe one day I turn around and realize I’m ready. I’m cookies. and then, you know, if I want someone to eat— or enjoy warm, delicious cookie me, then, that’s fine. that’ll be then. when I’m done

happy 20th anniversary ( march 10th, 1997 – may 20th, 2003 )

romanian gothic
  • you park your car on the nearest sidewalk. pedestrians are on the road because the sidewalk is filled with cars. everyone moves on.
  • you park your car on the nearest sidewalk. there is no sidewalk. you are in the middle of a vast sunflower field. the road is gone. there is a stork.
  • you swear you’ve heard this folk song before. your buni insists it’s a different one.
  • you walk onto the metro with your things. you walk off the metro without your things.
  • you drive by multiple villages on your way to a city. there are little houses. this house has a stork nest on its roof. the next house has a nest too. the next one. the villages are inhabited by storks.
  • this construction site has been here for decades now. what are they building? it surely can’t be more blocuri.
  • an old lady sells you some plums at the market. you reach into your bag to pay, but its empty. you look back up to explain, but the lady has vanished
  • you must do the sign of the cross two times every time you pass a church. you’ve been doing the sign of the cross for hours now on your way to work/school. your arm is getting tired.
  • you’re meeting friends of your friends. you ask about their careers. they are in IT. you are in IT. everyone is in IT. why did you ask?
  • you’re in a roundabout. the car in front of you is heading your way. which direction was the roundabout again? nobody seems to know.
  • you’re done shitting. or whatever you were doing. you reach for the toilet paper, only to have that familiar pink sandpaper graze your fingers. you shed a single tear.
  • you can never outrun the stray dogs.
  • you have a slight headache. your eyes widen in fear. you shakily turn around. your window is open by a crack.
  • you managed to leave your homeland. “are you russian?”, a stranger asks.
  • your doctor declares you infertile. you cry, regretting never wearing papuci on your cold kitchen tiles.
  • “shouldn’t romanian gothic be like, dracula or something?”, someone asks. you hold your breath.
  • you walk into your friend’s home. they too have a picture of arsenie boca in their living room. arsenie listens in on your conversation. he always does.
Just A Stand In

There were two empty seats.
One next to Lance and one next to Pidge.
When Hunk walked into the room Lance didn’t doubt his best friend would choose to sit next to him.
Hunk walked right past him taking a seat next to Pidge and started chatting away without a care in the world.
It was in that moment that Lance knew that he had been replaced.
It was bound to happen eventually, he could document his life of brief friendships that at the time seemed like they would last forever.
Lance knew eventually Hunk would get sick of him too.
Everyone always did.
He was stupid to think that Hunk would be any different just because he had promised he would always be there.
That he would always have his back.
That he would always be his best friend.
Lance stood and calmly walked out of the room with tears falling freely down his face.
Not that anyone noticed.
After all why would they?
He was just the stand in friend.

So I have a headcanon that lance use to help his mother out around the house, mostly with the cleaning. And I somehow got this, so I hope you enjoy. This is mostly lance being buddies with the lions.

——————-

It was his mother that got him started.

She would always need help with it, not that she was fragile, she’s anything but. But that doesn’t mean that she didn’t enjoy the help, especially with the cabinets and bookshelves. And Lance didn’t mind at all. He loved helping his mom, and cleaning up the house was just one of the things they could do together. Sure, everyone helped out, but it was always Lance who didn’t it without being asked.

And after a while, it became sort of a coping mechanism. Whenever Lance felt overwhelmed, or if his anxiety got to be too much. You would always find him doing dishes or vacuuming. It was therapeutic in a way. It was something that he can control, that got him out of his head. His mom always told him “a clean house is a happy house.”
It may be overused, but to Lance it always made sense. If the house is clean, then everyone inside the house is happy. Even him.

Lance never realized how much he relied on his family. Always making something to clean up. Always keeping him busy. But now that he’s out in space, on a giant castle ship, with only six other people. Lance can’t help but miss it.

at first Lance worked on his room. Mostly dusting, and rearranging his drawers. But after the tenth time rearranging everything, Lance realized that he couldn’t clean his room more if he tried. So he moved on to other rooms. Within two weeks, every room in the castle had been dusted, vacuumed, mopped, swept and picked up as need be. The castle was spotless. And Lance felt better. He always did after a good cleaning session, albeit a long one. But it was nice. It reminded him of home; of some normalcy in what is now his life.

But soon the anxiety and the homesickness came back. But there wasn’t really anything to clean anymore. It wasn’t like there were hyperactive kids that will knock things over anymore. There wasn’t anyone constantly making a mess. There wasn’t anyone constantly cooking up a storm , sure,Hunk is always cooking, but his moms taught him well on keeping a kitchen clean, so Lance didn’t really have dishes to clean. He’ll, even their laundry is done by the castle, no help needed there. He remembers when he use to get pretty mad at his family whenever they would create a mess. But now…..now he just wishes he had something to clean. To remind him of home.

Lance was climbing out of blue, feeling a bit down for the count after a nasty fight with the Galra, that unfortunately when through some kind of space mucus ozone that surrounded a moon they were fighting nearby that got all over the lions, gunking up a lot of their movements. Thankfully it did the same to the Galra fleets, so it wasn’t that hard to beat them after that. But Lance could practically feel the stuff, and he wasn’t even the one covered in it. After taking a good look at Blue, Lance knew that he had to get all that mucus off of her. If it was messing with her movements now, he didn’t even want to know how bad it would get once it hardened. After hijacking Pidge’s latest project(a set of goggles that can translate written Altean into English, he has to give her props, this is some of her best work.) he found the right soap to use and even some wax that he can use afterwards. Blue was going to be the best looking Lion around. And he got to work. He scrubbed every inch of her till he was sure that all the hunk was off, and even asked her multiple times if he missed a spot. Who told him about every missed spot or hard to reach place. Once he had finished washing off all the mucus, he gave her a much needed waxing. No one could deny that happiness that Blue felt all throughout it and afterwards. And Lance finally had something that he could clean when everything got to be too much. They were both very happy.

It became a regular thing, after that. Whenever he had too much on his mind, Lance would go down and work on Blue. Whether it was the outside or in the cockpit. There have even been a few times where he would work on her maintenance system, but only if it needed fixing and Blue has to walk him through it. And he would talk to her, about everything and anything. About things on Earth or his family. About the others and planets that they have saved. And Blue would listen to it all, very story about when he was little and every worry that plagued his mind. She would send him support, and love and tell him that she was so glad that he was her pilot. They were both happy.

But then things started to get kinda weird. It seems that while Blue was flying just as smooth as ever, some of the other lions were having problems with certain maneuvers and actions. Which definitely slowed down their progress of freeing the galaxy. But the weirdest thing is that the other Lions started to show up in Blue’s hangar whenever Lance went down there to talk with Blue and clean up whatever was left on her from the last battle. At first they would just sit outside of her hangar, not really pushing but definitely making he know that they were there. But it was the Red Lion who got sick of sitting around, she had butted her way into Blue’s hangar and sat next to her. And That was when Lance saw it. Dried Mucus. But that battle was months ago. Lance couldn’t help but get mad. He went to check the other lions, and sure enough, there was still dried mucus and other markings from past battles littering the Lions. No wonder the other lions couldn’t do maneuvers anymore. There was still gunk clogging up their joints and maybe even in their hydrologics. Lance patted Blue on the nose and apologized, saying that he might not be able to clean her today, because there is no way he’s going to let the others stay like that. She sent him warm understanding and told him that the other lions were very grateful that he was doing this for them.

It took him two days of no sleep and barely eating to get all the lions completely cleaned and gave each of them a waxing that had them shining like stars. All the while, no one had gone to check up on him. While that did sting, it was probably for the best. If he had seen any of the others, he would have gone off on them for leaving their lions in such a state.

Soon, the other lions became part of his routine as well. Cleaning the cockpits, washing and waxing the exterior. He was really surprised and honored when Blue told him that Black asked if he could help with his control panel.( it seems that Shiro and Black Had taken a nasty hit during one of their recent battles and Shiro got thrown against the panel.hard.) It was confusing at first, and the damage was more serious than he thought, but thanks to Blue relaying everything Between Lance and Black, he was able to fix him up without much trouble. Without even realizing it, Lance had started talking to the other Lions as well. It started off as complaining about how the others don’t clean them like they should, if ever. But soon enough he was talking to them like he does with Blue. And while he doesn’t hear them respond, Blue does relay any messages back to him.

Lance never realized how close he had gotten to the other Lions until after a pretty nasty battle against some sort of squid Robeast. Blue and Red had taken a lot of hits to keep the Galra off of Green who had taken a nasty blow, making them power down. In the end they were able to beat the robeast, but Lance knew that he was going to have to buff out some dents on Blue and Red. Lance had just gotten done with buffing out a pretty nasty dent in Red’s armor, that Keith came into Red’s hangar. And it seems that Keith was not happy to see Lance there.

“What are you doing?”

“Um…”

“Get off of Red. Now.”

“But I’m not do-”

“She’s not your Lion. Get off her. NOW.”

That was when Red put up her barrier. Keeping Keith out. Lance couldn’t help but snicker. Because now Keith was yelling at Red to let him in. And apparently he was losing the argument, because the barrier didn’t go down at all. It didn’t even waver when Keith decided that hitting it would get his point across. That was when Lance felt Red give off a kind of purr, at least he thought it was Red. It was probably thanks to Blue, telling him that Red wanted him to keep doing what he was doing. So Lance went on to the next one, and next one even with Keith telling him to go away. Even after Keith left the hangar. And even when Keith came back with Shiro and Allura in tow.

“Lance?” Lance looked away from his work and looked at Shiro, who looked just as confused as Allura. All the while Keith is behind them, just as mad as when he came in.

“Yeah?”

“What are you doing?”

“Buffing out dents. I saw that Red and Blue had some pretty nasty one after the battle.”

“Ok……and why are buffing out the dents of the Red Lion?”

“Why don’t you go and do that on Blue then!” Ah, and there is Keith. Lance was wondering when he would butt-in.

“I already did Blue’s.” Ha, suck on that, Keith.

“But why are you doing Red’s, Keith could have-”

“No. he wouldn’t.”

Lance climbs down from his spot on the Red lion and heads over to Shiro and Allura. He stopped just at the edge of the barrier. Now he could really see that Keith did not like being called out.

“You don’t know that!!!”

“Yes. I do.”

Wow, Keith REALLY didn’t like being called out on this. But this was going to happen sooner or later, lance is just surprised that it took them this long to realize it.

“Lance, you can’t just clean another Paladin’s Lion.”

“Why not. I do it for all the lions.”

“Wha….what?”

“I take care of all the lions. I buff out dents, I wash off gunk, I even clean the cockpits.”

They all look at Lance like he just talked in an unknown language. the fact that Lance has been doing this for all the lions seems to come as a surprise to them. Even Keith lost his anger and is looking at Lance like he’s the 8th wonder of the world.

Allura is the first to get back some sense of her voice, quietly asking lance “and they let you? Do all of this?”

“Let me? They almost shoved themselves into Blue’s hangar hoping I would see how much work they needed. Red actually did!” Lance points back to the Red Lion, who still keeps the barrier up, if only to tell Lance that there are still some dents that need to be buffed out.

“How…how long have you been doing this?” Shiro’s stutters out, still trying to get a grip on the situation.

“I don’t know……maybe a few months? At least two months.” Lance said, trying to recall how long he’s been cleaning all the lions.

“You’ve been doing this for that long and never asked us to help? Lance, while the gesture is nice, we can clean our own Lions.”

“Apparently not. You guys didn’t even clean off the mucus gunk from MONTHS ago! How did you guys not realize that the reason the lions were slower to respond than usual was because they could barely even bend their joints! If you guys won’t even clean them when they OBVIOUSLY need it, then how can they trust you guys to buff out a few dents!”
Lance said to much. He realized it as soon as it was out of his mouth. He just called out, not just Keith, but ALL of them. That was not how he wanted the conversation to go. Wow, was the that floor panel always so interesting, because there’s no way Lance is going to look them in the face after that outburst.

“Lance….I’m sorry.”
Well that definitely got lance to look up at Keith, who actually looked sincere. Lance can’t remember any time Keith has been sincere, well yes he can, but never to Lance.

“I haven’t really been the best when it comes to taking care of Red. But you don’t have to do it anymore. I’ll-”
“Woah! Woah, Keith you don’t have to apologize to me about it. Maybe Red, but not me. I love cleaning the Lions. And while it would be nice it you guys helped out once in awhile, I don’t want to stop cleaning them.”

“Wait, so you actually like cleaning them?”

“Yeah! It reminds me…..it reminds me of home. I use to help my mom with all the cleaning, so being able to do this, it…it helps with the homesickness.”

Lance couldn’t help but get a bit flustered saying it out loud, but he needs to let them know that he enjoys doing this for the lions. He enjoys being able to do this for them. He doesn’t want to stop doing this. He can hear Blue purring in the back of his mind, letting him know that the other lions enjoy it just as much as he does.

“Still, You shouldn’t have to do this….. At least not by yourself. They are our lions. But if it means that much to you, I guess we can’t really complain. Especially with all that you’ve done for them.”
Shiro gestures up to Red.
“But, you shouldn’t have to do all of the work, Lance. It’s not fair to you, or the lions.”

Lance nods. He knows that Shiro is right, but he also knows that the lions can be kind of picky about how they get cleaned. For a bunch of robot lions, they are really vocal about what they like and don’t like. And this just means that Lance is going to have to teach the others about each lions quirks when it comes to keeping them clean.

“How about I finish up here and everyone can meet up in the break lounge, then we can talk more about it.”

“Why not go now?”

“I’m pretty sure Red isn’t going to lower the barrier until I’m done.” Lance stares up at Red, as if staring at her long enough will make her put down the shield. It does not. So win a wave to the others, Lance goes back to buffing out Red, with a much brighter smile than he’s had in awhile.

Sure, Lance loves being able to take care of the lions. It reminds him of his mom and his family. It reminds him of home. But the one thing that makes it even better is when others are doing it with you. It helps bring people together, to talk and bond with each other. And if Lance was being honest, he missed that most of all.

Bright And Warm

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Characters - Dean x Reader
Summary - Dean never was one for relationships. He always messed it all up one way or another, but just this once, he hopes he can do something right.
Word Count - 1,296
Warnings - Language, a handsy asshole, allusion to previous physical abuse
A/N - Part of @whispersandwhiskerburn’s 2k Follower Celebration. Prompt: “Must Be Doing Something Right” Billy Currington + “Yes. Anything, just… yes…” I slightly modified the dialogue prompt since I thought it worked a little better the way I used it. This is different than my other stuff, so let me know what you think!!


Dean never was one for relationships. Sooner or later the shit hit the fan, and he was left with what was left of his heart shattered whenever it fell to bits. It happened with Cassie, and it happened with Lisa. It happened every time he let himself believe that he could manage to not fuck up something good in his life. Someone good in his life.

Then he met you.

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Transparency in clothing tutorial!

In this loooong ass tutorial i’ll explain you the technique i used while making my Mamé Blouse!

I made this tutorial as if i was explaining it to someone who already has a great knowledge of Blender and S4S

Also, made this specially for the chama @enriques4 who CRAVES to know jow to make this, ly!

1. Open your nude top on Blender and import your scratch mesh.

2. Do all the weights, uv1 and vertex things you do when making a top, BUT waith till the end to make the uv map. For this part we will use @spectacledchic-sims4 UV Mapping guide :)

3. For the UV mapping of the clothing I recommend using the parts of the hay, the part between the arms and the “extra bottom and top” part. You can also use some parts of the sim body IF its covered by other mesh or if its not covered with one part of the mesh that’s going to be transparent.

As for my top UV Map I made it like this:

4. Once you are done with all the morphing and UV mapping process, save you blend!

5. Go into S4S and find this blouse. This one will be your main top package :)

6. Export the mesh and open it on Blender!

7. Once in Blender, you’ll see that this mesh has 6 cuts! This is actually a great amount of cuts, since we’ll put different parts of our mesh in each one of them to make you top not have transparency issues.

8. What you’ll do now is go to each cut and delete all that its in each one. Press “X” and click “Vertices”.

9. Once its all done, append your top. I recommend you to change the name of this since you may confuse this with the other cuts :)

10. Now, go into your top and separate the different parts of it. As for me I separated mine into the Nude Top, the Straps (the parts of the mesh from scratch that wont have transparency) and the transparent part of it.

IMPORTANT: separate each part of the transparency part, so in this way we dont have any issues later. I separated it into the left boob, right boob and the back part.

11. Take the last 3 cut from shirt we exported and join each one with one part of the transparency part.

12. After that, we’ll have left 3 cuts. What i did was: in cut number 3 i joined the straps part, in cut number 2 i joined the nude top and in cut number one i duplicated the nude top and join it into cut number 1.

13. Once its done, save it, import it to S4S, make all your LODs but still dont make your textures.

14. Now go to the “Warehouse” tab. There you’ll find different “geometries”.

The division of these is like this:

- The First 6 ones are the LOD “0”

- The next 5 ones are LOD “1”

- The next 5 ones are LOD “2”

- The last 5 ones are LOD “3”

15. What we’ll do now is changing the shaders of the transparent cuts of our mesh.

This is one of the essential parts of this tutorial, since without doing this, the “transparency” wont work. This shader and technique is used when making Alpha Hairs and Glasses.

                              PAY ATTENTION ON THIS PAAAART!

  1. The LODs we’ll change our shaders are 0, 1 and 3. ONLY these ones, we wont touch LOD 2 FOR ANYTHING IN THIS WORLD, OK? Well, lets keep going…
  2. In each LOD (except LOD 2, this one IS UNTOUCHABLE), we’ll find the “Geometries” that show in the 3D preview the Transparent parts of the mesh.
  3. Select the geometry and go to the “Data” tab, next to the 3D Preview one.
  4. Now, Find the part that says “Material”. Then go to the part that says “Shader” and change it to “Simglass”.

Repeat this process in each Geometry that is one part of the mesh that will be transparent. Do this in all the Geometries of each LOD, EXCEPT IN THE LOD 2, YOU ALREADY KNOW THE DRILL WITH IT.

  Save your package, you are almost done. Go grab a snack, you deserve it ;D

16. Now to the last step, texturing! This part is all up to you! Play with the opacity of the parts you want transparent.

As for me, I decided to make this, hehe.

NO I WON’T SHOW MY SIM’S NIPPLES, YA NASTY.

I went for transparent breast area, covering the nipples with some kimojis. I know this looks kinda trashy, but it’s all for the sake of the tutorial!

                          Now save your package and test it in game.

And this is how it looks in game! It actually turned out to really great.

I hope this tutorial helped you. This is my first time doing one of these, i’m not the best one at explaining so if you had any trouble at understanding dont bother to send me a message!

Also you can download the top I made for this tutorial so you can have a better guide!

Byeee! ♡

a manuscript on how to love yourself:

1. if ancient swordsmen say that a blade is just an extension of your arm, then poetry and the arts are just an extension of your heart and soul put into verse and a painting.

2. rather than wait for someone to fall in love with you, fall in love with yourself. easier said than done, i know. but hear me out. don’t love the way your hair looks? get a new hairstyle. do you feel like a failure? then fail, fail, fail and fail some more. each time, there’s a chance that you’ll succeed. i think that’s worth every ounce of sweat. don’t love your body size? maybe you’re too thin because it’s depicted as beautiful by supermodels, eat some more. your brain needs nutrition. when you see yourself, you’re more than just your body. you are your thoughts. feed your brain and you’ll feel loads better. maybe you’re too large and depression has got you lethargic again. i once sat around in a house for a year straight. i did nothing except for writing sad, sad poetry. you wanna know something? once you get your head out of the past, once you realize that mistakes are there for you to change, once you’re aware that they’re really not coming back– it’s going to be much easier to move on. and yeah, it’s still going to hurt, but you must hurt your way forwards not backwards. have you been high lately? heavily sedated to numb the pain? drank a beer too much and now you’re regretting it? was the joint laced? are your lips poisoned from people you shouldn’t be kissing? that’s your second pack today, right? baby, bad habits will destroy you, but it’s also a part of the process. if you try, try and try again. one day, you’ll slip up and it’ll all make sense. it’s going to feel alright even if you’re a little sore. don’t wait for someone to love you, the best contender is already looking at you while you’re dreaming. when you’re awake and brushing your teeth. when you’re listening to your favorite song. when you’re singing in the shower. when you’re dancing with your shadow while the lonely moon is out. when you’re doing that extra rep while no one’s looking. when you’re running that extra mile just for shits and giggles. when you smile some day because the quote was right. time does heal all wounds.

3. if a rose has a natural defense mechanism, then you must guard yourself from your own negative frequencies. tune into who you want to be. we are what we feel. we are what we think. we are exactly as we want to be. want to be happy? repeat after me: i’ll try again tomorrow and if tomorrow doesn’t work, i’ll try the next day, next week, next month. one day, i’ll get it right. make a pinky promise to yourself. love yourself for your mistakes, love yourself for your flaws, love yourself for your changes, love yourself for your youth, and love yourself back into the universe. the stars are watching.

4. write love letters. lots of it. seal each one in an envelope and randomly date them for the future. when the day arrives. open it. a blast from the past, these little bits of love. it used to be you. revel into yourself. you’re cool. you’re angry. you’re kind. you’re sweet. you’re chill af. you’re hot. you’re gorgeous. you’re beautiful. you’re funny. you’re boring. you’re relaxed. you’re stressed. you’re ugly. you’re too thin. you’re too fat. there must be balance in life. for every bad thing in the letter, add two good things. for every good feeling, kiss yourself goodnight twice. no one’s going to love you like how you will. and if they somehow manage to pull it off, it’s still important to be nice to yourself. you’re human after all. unless you’re an alien, in which case, welcome to earth.

5. did you know that it takes 10,000 hours to master a skill? if you study and apply yourself for about 3.91389432 hours every day, within a year’s time– you’re going to be profound and breathtakingly amazing as fuck.

6. smile. always smile. fake it all the way through. cry. crying is good for you. laugh. loudly laugh at cheesy things because it’s the little details that count.

7. keep a journal and realize that these days– our consciousness being so closely tied to technology… we’re missing something. life’s too short and it’s not stopping for anyone. take a deep breath. inhale. exhale. write it down. you don’t have to be a writer to record your current emotions.

8. if you can’t seem to accomplish any of the above, just know this one thing. i love you. rinse and repeat. it’s a new day. it’s another night. you fall asleep. you wake up. how many days will you live in routine? take the scenic route home from work. running late? laugh about it. the art of letting go is hard to master, but once you’ve achieved even a split second of severing ties with misery. darling, you’ve made it.

9. i’m proud of you. i’m proud of you. i’m proud of you. i typed it three times so that you’d see it three times. if you’re a visual learner, 🌹, that emoji is you. it’s time to bloom. 🌊, this emoji is your soul. it’s time to crash. it’s time to be gentle to yourself. 🔥, this is that one time your friends got too drunk and forgot to put the fire out. embrace the burning sensation of your memories, even if it rattles your bones and intends to fuck up your day. you are loved in the most beautiful way. repeat after me: i am proud of myself for waking up everyday. you can do this. i know you can.

10. you’ve made it this far, why stop now?



11. you always knew that the rain is wet and fire is hot, so you must also know that if your heart is beating and you’re still as lost as ever that it won’t always be like this. you’ve come a long way, regardless if you see it or not. you’ve been through so much for yourself, with yourself, and by yourself. who’s going to love you if you don’t?
—  p.s. you are more than enough
okay?
Kiss Me Not -Part 2-

Find Part One Here!

Let’s get this party started, shall we?


Harry threw back the last of his fire whisky and thumped the glass down on the table, yelling above the music from the wireless, “I’m gonna kiss everyone in this room!”

A drunken cheer greeted his declaration. A girl sitting behind him startled to her feet, her drink spilling over her fingers as she stepped closer, “Me first,” she smiled shyly.

She had been flirting rather desperately with Harry all night and though he wasn’t interested in the slightest he leaned down. She twitched forward eagerly and was just as quickly pushed back quite a distance from Harry. Apparently, she was a particularly bad match.

He didn’t laugh in her face but it was a near thing. He was just drunk enough that awfulness of his situation was fucking hilarious.

“Sorry,” Harry grinned and turned to the person sitting beside her and then the next person and the next. One miss after another as the music and chatter grew louder and the night wore on. He teased Dean and Seamus into a kiss, Dean almost managed it, close enough Harry could feel his laughter before he pulled away to give Seamus a proper kiss. He did not kiss Ron or Hermione, it would’ve been like kissing a sibling and he wasn’t interested in having creepy nightmares about it for the rest of his life. Everyone else he approached humoured him and gave Harry a go at a quick kiss.

He was fast running out of people to try- and fail -to kiss when he found himself at the back corner of the room, the large couch pushed against the wall had been taken over by the only three Slytherin’s who came back to finish up their schooling, Blaise, Pansy and, Draco Malfoy. They were relaxed, somewhat sprawled over one another with a bottle of fire whisky to pass between them. They weren’t nearly as relaxed when they noticed Harry staring at them, the lot of them stiffening like a group of alley cats arching their backs and hissing.

What?” Pansy lifted her nose with a sniff, “We’ve a right to be here, same as you.”

“You need something, Potter?” Blaise asked.

Harry blinked, “A kiss,” he said. Once upon a time, the prospect of kissing a trio of Slytherins would have been far too nerve-wracking but not anymore. The thing about trying to kiss about a hundred odd people was that the whole procedure rather lost it’s magic, so to speak.

They all stared at him blankly.

“I did say I was going to kiss everyone in the room,” Harry made a show of looking around, “You’re here.”

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Pansy said, raising an eyebrow in disbelief.

Blaise laughed,  pushing himself to his feet and out of the tangle of his friend’s legs without somehow tripping himself up, “Me first, Boy-wonder,” Blaise said with the smug challenging sort of look that seemed to be calling out Harry’s bluff.

Harry returned the look, “Get on with it then.”

A flicker of hesitation crossed Blaise’s face before he managed to mask it, crossing the distance between them.

Harry tried to stay calm. The whole kissing thing seemed to work out better if he could but it was pointless since Blaise hardly had a go at all. As soon as the nudging pressure began to make itself known he backed off with a smirk.

Blaise dropped back onto the couch with a thud, “Well, that was anticlimactic.”

Pansy looked from Harry to Blaise curiously and then popped up, approaching Harry with a tilt to her head that brought to Harry’s mind the alley cat image again. She went up on tiptoes and Harry leaned down as she tried to kiss the corner of his mouth. Harry was a little surprised how close she got, about a half an inch away.

Her eyes widened as she pulled back. She exchanged a questioning look with Blaise that turned into a knowing one.

She looked back at Harry with an appraising smile, “I see,” she said to herself as she slowly backed away from him.

When the back of her legs hit the couch she stopped and looked over at Draco who was sitting stiffly in the centre. His arms were wrapped nervously around his waist, one hand clutching the neck of the whisky bottle as he scowled up at Harry.

“Your turn, Draco,” Pansy said. When he didn’t move immediately she gave his ankle a halfhearted kick, “Come on.”

Blaise leaned over, grabbing hold of his shoulder and pushing him forward, “Give it a go, my friend. It’s a laugh.”

Draco looked over at Blaise furiously. A flush was rising in his cheeks as he knocked Blaise’s hand away and stood unsteadily, pushing the bottle into Pansy’s chest with a bit too much force. She huffed and turned up her nose, flopping back onto the couch next to Blaise who leaned over to whisper in her ear. 

Draco wavered on his feet, his eyes looking like he was having trouble focusing. He was completely and utterly pissed.

Harry watched with growing apprehension. Draco was flushed, his hair gone a little wild, even his clothes were slightly rumpled and there was a grim determination in his eyes. He took a deep breath, absentmindedly pulling his shirt straight and smoothing his hair back with one hand, though it didn’t stay.

A prickle started on the back of Harry’s neck, the hair on his arms standing up. His heart rate began to pick up as the shivery tension raced through Harry with every step Draco got closer. He had felt this before when they fought, this thundering, shivery pulling feeling. Harry had always thought it was the adrenaline from being angry and from fighting but…

Draco stopped a foot away and then almost swayed forward until they were almost touching. Harry saw close his eyes briefly as if gathering himself, a shiver made his shoulder twitch. When he opened his eyes again Harry felt transfixed by the flat grey colour. Harry’s hand moving without his permission, pressing against the flat planes of Draco’s chest,. Harry felt another shiver go through Draco, stronger than the last, his mouth falling open in a silent gasp, his pupils darkening.

Harry leaned forward, almost haltingly. He kept expecting the pressure to start, to push him back, but instead, it almost felt like he was being tugged closer, and there was almost a static hum in the air, prickling along his skin. He reached up, brushing his fingers lightly on Draco’s chin, too nervous to actually cup his cheek. Draco tilted his head and Harry felt his breath ghost across his lips, felt his lips, soft and careful and shivering just like Harry was and-

“ENOUGH!” Headmistress McGonagall’s voice cut through the party like a blade of ice. “This party is over.

Harry and Draco startled away from each other. The music was shut off and the room slowly took on the deathly calm of those who know they are completely and utterly hosed.

McGonagall’s eyes narrowed as she looked over the room, “There will be no more parties, for the rest of the year,” she said coldly, “Hogsmeade weekends are canceled and everyone here, including eighth years, are to remain on the castle grounds for the next three months-” there was a chorus of groans that was abruptly cut off with a single look, “-All of your curfews are now at eight pm, all of you.” There were no attempts to complain this time, simply an overwhelming and spreading air of despair. “If you are going to act like children, you will be treated like children. If any of you are found with alcohol on school grounds again, you will be suspended,” she pursed her lips in disappointment, “I do hope you will learn from this. Now go to your dorms.”

The students swayed and shuffled out of the room with their heads low to avoid eye contact.

Harry hadn’t moved. He wasn’t entirely aware of what was happening until a hand firmly took him by the upper arm.

“Mr Potter.” McGonagall said, some of the sternness leaving her voice, “Are you well? Do you need to go to the hospital wing?”

“I- What-?” Harry asked blankly, his mind entirely consumed by a single kiss, so brief there was part of his mind that wasn’t entity certain it had happened.

McGonagall frowned, her question changing to an order, “Go to the hospital wing. Have Poppy look you over.”

“The hospital wing,” Harry repeated.

The room was entirely empty. Harry didn’t know when that had happened.

“You’re trembling Harry,” McGonagall said, looking Harry over with concern,  “I’ll walk you there myself.”


Part 1 ~ Part 2 (you are here!) ~ Part 3 ~   Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~

Rough Week?

We’ve all been there. Last week didn’t go so hot. It was one thing after another and we reached a bit of a breaking point. Sound familiar? I sort of had the mother of all bad weeks. Convenience ruled supreme. Motivation came to an absolute standstill. Shit hit the fan. The closest occurrence to exercise was pushing myself up from the face plant on my couch. I could go on and revel you in the 7-part saga that is this week, but let’s not because I’m ready now!

It Happens to Everyone: Before we get started on anything else just know that nothing is wrong with you, you weren’t weak, you didn’t fail, and while the emotions you feel might be intense you are neither alone nor wrong for having them. There are usually only so many red alerts we can have flash before our eyes before something has to give. But–there is no music to face. We’re all relating here. Just know that one day or one one week cannot undo several weeks, months, or years of taking better care of yourself. It’s totally normal. We’re all human.

Advise Against “Making Up” for Lost Ground: Treat the next day or week like it’s simply the next one succeeding the last one. Avoid eating and exercise behaviors that are too far removed from your typical habits. You’re trying to get back on track, not repent. OK? Not only does it tend to keep someone in a negative head space, but trying to pull out a massive comeback via overexertion or severe restriction can get you stuck in a feedback loop. You need to satisfy your hunger and workout normally. It’s just another normal day.  

Detox Products are Not the Answer: Your kidneys and liver do that. If they do not, be admitted to a hospital immediately. Detox products only empty your wallet and probably induce diarrhea. Drink plenty of water and choose foods high in fiber to work out the excess waste and water retention. Your body came equipped with all the goods it needed.

Choose Some Foods That Make You Feel Refreshed and Pampered: A huge part of the game is mental, so pick something that makes you feel a bit spoiled and frivolous. I’d probably be one to argue that putting slices of cucumber and lemon in your water is pretty gimmicky, but if that makes you feel revitalized and special; frickin’ do it. Try something new and make it about how fun fresh food can be! Be excited by something!

Do Exercise: Pick one of your favorite workout activities. It can be a bit overwhelming to get back into our routine after having a rough week, so it needs to be a fun one. If you’re still feeling overwhelmed or yucky, opt for some walks or low impact activities to ease back into it. Just like fresh foods, getting some activity and some sweat out will help with the mental and physical symptoms of going off-road.

In that dress

Guess who’s still stuck at home? That’s right it’s ME! Again feel free to make requests or send me promts and ideas, I’ll start psoting my edits and more icons soon. Anyway, the lovely @ferosa requested a fic inspired by this particular dress:

What a glorious piece, Michelle Clapton! It’s very sexy but Dany pulls it off like no other, but in this fic, Jon will pull it off I guess…






Dragonstone was not Essos. Especially not with winter being here. Daenerys missed the days of light dresses and thin silks and cottons, and grew more tired of the stern dressing of Westeros. Today, she was supposed to have super with her guests from the North before she bids them farewell to the crazy mission they’re planning to do. She stared at her clothes, not being sure what to wear. The Queen picked up a coat lined with fur and embroidered with scales. That won’t do for diner…

Another heavy-duty coat and a warm dress with fur lining wasn’t what she imagined. In her practicality, she forgot to actually buy dresses she’d wear for opportunities like this. The clothing she wore here was heavy and made out of strong materials, almost armor like… She closed the trunk and turned around to her old clothes she wore back in Meeren. There was a dress out of blue leather and silk, then her fine white dresses, the one with the collar, and then she found a piece she almost forgot about. It had blue cap sleeves, the same fabric crossed in an x shape and went around her waist. The rest of the dress was made out of a light gray fabric and it only covered her breast and legs, leaving her stomach exposed. She almost squealed when she saw it.

Dany put it on hastily and admired herself in the mirror. Her hair was still down, only moved from her face by two simple braids. She turned around and looked at the back. Would it wrong to wear it for dinner? Perhaps with some blue earrings or a necklace?

She was interrupted from her own thoughts by Jon Snow. The man strolled into her private chambers and looked for her. And then he spotted her. Jon’s mind went blank after witnessing what she was wearing, and never seeing a woman in something like this, he figured these must be her undergarments. He immediately turned around.

-Lord Snow? Is everything alright?-

He was panicking now.

-Your Grace, we wanted to tell you that mining is over and we have gathered the dragonglass we need.-

-Why did you turn around?-

-Because you aren’t wearing any clothes…-

She laughed.

-But I am? My lord, turn around, this is a dress, I am not naked.-

He turned around and glanced over her body. That dress was hiding nothing. He decided to look away.

-Won’t you be cold in that?-

-If you haven’t noticed, the palace has several fireplaces.-

-Seven hells…-

He couldn’t bear to look at her, it felt almost inappropriate. Wherever his gaze went, she’d follow, making him stare at her. Jon realized there is no use for looking away, she had no shame.

-Forgive me, but how does one consider this a dress?-

-The people in Meeren wear this all the time. This is tame by their standards? Have you ever seen a naked woman?-

-Yes, I mean, what are you asking me?-

-I am asking you if you are comfortable with naked women. Or do you prefer naked men?-

-No! Oh gods, are you sure that you are not cold?-

-I am the blood of the dragon. Dragons don’t get cold.-

She looked divine. Her skin was beautiful, and it looked so soft, her hair tumbling down her shoulders, making her look like a dream. Daenerys approached him. He could now see she had a tiny little freckle underneath her left breast. Oh. Now he’s staring at her chest. He reminded himself to kick Davos for the good heart joke, because his words were now coming back to haunt him in this sensitive moment. Her good heart, was, to put it simply, to close for comfort now.

-It does suit you very well.-

-Excellent! That means you can escort me to diner!-

She looped their arms together, his upper arm briefly brushed her breast. He was blushing now, on the verge to break out into a nervous sweat. He led her to the room and she tried to hold a conversation with him but it was useless. A glass of wine should fix that.

When they entered the room together, Missandei acknowledged their presence, Tyrion raised an eyebrow and Davos spat out his drink. Jorah Mormont looked like he’s on the verge of tears. Greyworm was the only one to greet them.

-The King in the North was kind enough to escort me to diner.-

-I see…- Said Davos, snickering at Jon.

They all had a pleasant evening. Well, except for Jon and Jorah. The Bear managed to avoid glancing at the Queen, but Jon had the fortune to sit next to her. He used every fiber in his body not to look over. And it had no effect. Whatever magic and charm he had, he was dizzy from a mixture of her magic and wine, and it was all enhanced by her beauty and elegance. Jon, being Jon, tried to stay noble and not let his thoughts wander elsewhere. Too bad he was only human.

-And then, he fell down the stairs and the Madame started screaming! - Said Tyrion, finishing his story up. The table erupted with laughter.

-Who is next?-

Davos was the next one to open his mouth.

-Back in the day when I was a young lad in Flea Bottom…-

-Aegon the Conqueror was still king at the time. True story… - Said Tyrion raising his glass.

The table was now shaking from laughter, Dany put a hand on Jon’s shoulder and he leaned against her.

Missandei told them about the butterflies she used to catch in Naath with her brother. It was getting late now. Dany got up to stir the fire in the dragon-mouth shaped fireplace, turning her back to Jon. She was shaped like a pear. Her bare back was teasing him mercilessly, igniting a fire in him that had only one way to be extinguished. The small company parted again, leaving ice and fire alone in a room. Dany tapped her foot and got up to bid Jon Snow good night. And he did something she’d never expected him to do. He grabbed her hand and pushed her against the wall. She wasn’t angry or aggravated, more surprised and happy than the wolf finally came out. He breathed against her neck, causing her to shiver.

-What are you doing, my lord?-

-You must be mad… First, you put on a garment that’s barely a dress… Second, you tease me mercilessly the entire night, as if you are playing a little game… Third, I tried, I really tried…-

-What did you try?-

And he crashed against her mouth, almost biting her lip. He sucked on it and they were both panting, fighting for air.

-If you’d release me, my lord, I would take you somewhere to take care of the problem that I feel against my thigh…-

He was almost embarrassed. But, now was not the time to play a blushing maid because neither of them was. She guided him to her chamber, and he pushed her on the bed, climbing on top of her. HE started kissing her neck, leaving bite-marks, he started kissing the skin that was exposed by her dress, and carefully undid the laces of the soft garment. And she wore nothing underneath it. At all.

The following morning he was seated at the breakfast table, Jorah Mormont and Tyrion Lannister sitting across of him. The Imp was going through some reports and the knight was stirring his porridge. Jon was not able to keep his eyes open. He yawned and covered his mouth. Davos sat down next to him.

-Did you sleep well last night, my King?-

-No, not really…-

-I figured since you were missing from your rooms.-

Mormont put his spoon down and Tyrion folded a letter and grinned.

-Oh, this suddenly took a turn for the interesting! Did you get lost last night? After all, this is a large fortress.-

Jon was on the verge of screaming now.

-I believe His Grace was misled last night by something and he got lost. Happens to all of us. Doesn’t it, Sir Jorah?-

-Yes, I suppose it does.-

-I think His Grace’s last night was quite an adventure. - nodded Davos.

-Yes, I heard it last night!-

Jon calculated remembering that Tyrion’s abode is located next to Dany’s. Oh, he was a dead man again. Why did she have to be loud at sunrise? He left the room maybe an hour later and he could bet his sword that the Lannister saw him.

-And where’s the Queen? - asked Jorah, looking completely worried and oblivious, - she never misses any meetings or meals.-

-I believe she’s resting, Sir Jorah. Even queens need rest sometimes, don’t you agree, King Jon?-

He put his head on between his hands.

-I am too tired to reply to those remarks.-

-Why would you be tired? You had a good meal and a long night to rest.-

-I think I’m going back to bed.-

-Don’t get lost again, my friend! The gods know you need your sleep!-

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Way back on the seventies, even before the first Star Wars movie came out, Laura Mulvey, feminist film theorist published her work “Visual Pleasure and Narrative Cinema”. In it, she explained, according to Freudian theory, the two pleasures from cinema come from 1) identifying yourself in the story to forget about life for a while, and 2) enjoy looking at visually appealing images and people. Because the industry was entirely controlled by straight white men, though, they inherently filled the first niche with people like them and the second one with objectified and sexualized women, especially there solely for the enjoyment of the male gaze.

Left without lead characters to identify with, minorities —what an ugly and deceiving word when they amount for the majority of people in the world— had to desperately search for themselves in background characters. A big part of the fandom consists of women, people of color, queer or with disabilities, latching on to the few characters they could find representation in. They get attached to this characters, love them like part of their own family and friends, because they provide something that is so rare to them in mass media: a voice.

One can only imagine what it is like to be a straight white male. To go to the movies, enjoy the story fully, and then leave without the necessity to form any kind of emotional attachment to the characters. Why would they? They will find themselves perfectly represented all over again in the next movie they decide to watch, whichever it might be, and the next one, and the next one. Representation to them is not a luxury, it’s a given right.

Seeing this, it’s no wonder how confused and scared straight white males are, now that they can’t find themselves leading the charge of the new Star Wars franchise. Two movies in a row they’ve had to sit on that theater and face the minority’s reality, facing a situation that is so unlike anything their psyche is used to they react like wounded animals, with a primal fear of being erased from a narrative they are sure to own.

The best part is, for the first time, they are so desperate to find themselves that, like lost children in the dark, they have latched themselves to the one character that has given them a chance at representation: Kylo Ren. They have projected on him their airs of grandeur, blind expectative of an easy redemption and even the misguided self-assurance that, in the end, he will be the ‘true hero’ —instead of the women and people of color who are actually fighting evil in the story. Inadvertently, though, they have willingly chosen to self identify with the most annoying, manipulative, mediocre, unbelievably self-righteous and unbearably whinny fuck-boy this franchise has ever created.

Though, looking at their reactions and comments online, they might not be too far off on that one.

—  On Star Wars, Representation and Straight White Males

This Fic Includes Days: 1. Aphrodisiacs 2. Dirty talk 3. Public | Biting 4. Begging 5. Humiliation 6. Bondage 7. Worship (Body, etc)

Summary: Hinata convinces Kageyama to go to a sex club and they give an audience quite the show. 


Silken Haze 

10:15pm. Hinata and Kageyama stood in front of a black metal door in a desolate alley with their hands interlinked and sweaty. The black awning above the door’s row of security cameras read in fancy white cursive, Club Silk—it was an all-sexualities-friendly “happening bar”, or plainly, a sex club.

“Why did I let you rope me into this,” Kageyama grumbled, foot tapping the ground anxiously. It’s true it had taken Hinata a few weeks to get him to come around to the idea of going to one of these notorious establishments, but Hinata had expressed various times that they would not do anything he was uncomfortable with. Kageyama had the final say and ultimately he had said ‘yes’.

Hinata laughed, his voice squeaking slightly. “But you’re curious, right? I have goose bumps all over my body. I’m both nervous and excited.”

“Most important rule: nobody is allowed to touch either of us.” Kageyama swallowed hard, “But they can watch, or whatever, I guess…”

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‘Once Upon a Time’ Creators Tease Season 7: It’s The ‘Same Show’ in ‘New Worlds’

With its season 6 finale, Once Upon a Time is closing the book on Snow White, Prince Charming, and Emma Swan. And when ABC’s fairy tale drama returns this fall, it’ll start a new chapter, featuring an adult Henry Mills and his daughter, Lucy.

Six series regulars are departing OUAT, including stars Jennifer Morrison, Ginnifer Goodwin, and Josh Dallas. Going forward, the show will focus on Henry (Andrew J. West), Lucy (Alison Fernandez), Regina (Lana Parrilla), Captain Hook (Colin O’Donoghue), and Rumplestiltskin (Robert Carlyle).

It’s a major reset for the series after six seasons. Creators Edward Kitsis and Adam Horowitz talked to Yahoo TV about where OUAT is headed…

You guys had said previously that this could’ve worked as a series finale, if ABC didn’t renew the show for season 7. But do you mean the ending with adult Henry opening the door to Lucy, or that last montage of Snow, Charming, Emma, etc.?
Horowitz: This ending, whether we were renewed or not, was always the ending, up until the end at the door and all that. We obviously hoped to be renewed and but it was a plan that had been in the works for a while and we had been building to all season. We’re very glad we got to continue, but we took the characters to the place where we wanted to finish them at the end of this season and then open that door, literally and figuratively, at the end.

If it had been the series finale, that would’ve been some cliffhanger. Is that what you envisioned as the ending way back when you first started the show?
Kitsis: It’s something we thought of in the beginning. Whether or not we were canceled, we would have kept the Henry thing. You know, what we liked about it was what Snow White says — that the story continues, living our life, it’s the journey not the destination. Since we’re picked up, it doesn’t matter. If we weren’t , we might’ve done something different. But we were feeling pretty confident in talking to the networks since around Thanksgiving of last year. So we just moved forward with this plan.

The ending echoes how the series began. But adult Henry and Lucy are different people from young Henry and Emma. So, how will the story be different this time around?
Kitsis: It’s the idea that it shares the same DNA. We’re not trying to parallel everything that we get exactly before you know it. It’s the same show but it’s going into new worlds in with some new characters and with some old characters. What we hope the fans take away from the end of the season is that Once Upon a Time is coming back and it’s going to be surprising and hopefully really exciting and intriguing next year.

Horowitz: For us, season 1, the premise was there was a curse on the town and no one knew who they were and we ended the season breaking it, which everyone thought that would be what the show is. So, every year we feel like we’ve reinvented it, whether we go to Neverland or Wonderland. So, for us, it was time to complete this book, so to speak, and begin a new chapter.

The finale really drove home the themes of believing and hope. Will you continue exploring those themes going forward?
Kitsis: I think we want to explore new themes but at its core, Once Upon a Time is about hope. It’s about people needing hope in the real world. And of course, as the show went on and on, it became about the characters and their rich histories. But the central premise of people in the real world, in a world without magic in need of hope, that’s what the show will remain to be. We will hopefully tell new themes and things that are relevant for today.

You said earlier that it won’t be a complete parallel, but when the show started, Henry was the believer and Emma was the skeptic. Is Henry now the skeptic, with Lucy the true believer?
Horowitz: I mean it certainly looked like Lucy was a believer at the end of the episode, and that’s the jumping off point. I will say we really really hope that the directions we go are surprising and exciting. We’re really not trying to retread and do the same thing exactly. But there will be echoes and there are themes that are at the heart of Once Upon a Time, and belief-versus-cynicism is one of them that we’ve dealt with that throughout the show and probably will continue to.

We recently made this family tree infographic of the show, and it’s crazy how the characters are tied together, beyond blood. With so many characters leaving, how will you fill those holes?
Kitsis: That tree remains that tree, and what we’re going to do is something new. We always said that the original first six seasons were Henry’s goal of reuniting his family, which he did. As we saw in the beginning, he went to get his mom, but what he really wanted was to reunite this crazy family. And the very last image last night, we see them all having their dinner together. And so I would say that this is this is this is a new adventure.

Horowitz: And I think also this is kind of one of those things that it’s easy to kind of overlook because Andrew West is coming on the show now, but that’s still Henry. And you still have Regina as mother. So the family is still at the center of the show. It’s just grown and evolved as all families do.

So, there will be explanations for where Emma is, where Belle is?
Kitsis: Oh yeah. I mean, the first thing to say is that the situations we’ve left the characters in — I don’t want to call them happy endings, because they’re not ending — those situations remain. So when the show continues, the idea is that those characters are out there and that’s all been happening. Just because not everyone is a regular doesn’t mean that their stories haven’t continued and that we might not hear about them. We might see some people pop in and out. It’s just going to be in a slightly different configuration.

How much of the universe you’ve built over six seasons will play a part in the new story? Will we see familiar faces like Ariel or Tinker Bell or Peter Pan again?
Kitsis: We’ll see some old faces. That’s the thing we love about the show — that it’s never one show all the time. So you know people that died two years ago, we’ll see for an entire hour. So, we want to see old faces and we’re really excited to see new ones.

Horowitz: What we’re really excited about in how we’re going forward is, because we’re closing the book on this chapter of the story of these characters, we can start a new story without having six years of back story from the previous stories, so audiences come in and start fresh with these characters and learn. Yeah, so you can have whatever the familiar faces we bring back pop in and out. But you’ll be tracking a whole new adventure and a whole new story.

Who are some of these faces we’re going to see? I imagine one of them will be Lucy’s mother.
Kitsis: We’re not fully ready to say who we’re going to see or who are not. We just ended the season yesterday, so we want to enjoy that and let the fans enjoy that final montage. But I will say who Lucy’s mom is and Henry’s relationship to her is going to be an epic romance in the Once tradition of Snow and Charming. And who she is and what character she is will be revealed probably this summer.

Will you continue plumbing the depths of Disney’s archive? Or go in completely new directions?
Kitsis: We’re kind of a show that has always had a mash-up. I mean, this is a show that has had a running One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest reference for six seasons. We also had Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and the Mad Hatter and Tinkerbell. We want to pull from everybody, as well as newer characters that we haven’t got to yet in the Disney universe.

What will be the balance between seeing the real world and the magical realms?
Horowitz: There’s going to be a real world component, that we saw Henry in last night in Seattle. And we’re going to flash back to the Enchanted Forest because we realize that all those scenes we saw in the opening of the episode were actually flashforwards. So the show will remain the same it’s just going to have new settings new worlds and new adventures.

The musical episode came off really well. Any thoughts on doing another one?
Kitsis: I think we should do the stage show. I think that should be the next step should be the next one. It was a lot of work, so I don’t think we’ll do one next year.

Once Upon a Time on Broadway!
Kitsis: Yes, Once Upon a Time on Broadway sounds good to me!

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Fuckboy! Ha Sungwoon

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Genre: fuckboy! au + college! au
A/N:  As of right now, I’m not sure which member to write next so please send me which member you would like to read next on my asks! I’ll post the next one based on who had the highest number of comments :) You may still ask for Sungwoo, Daniel & Sungwoon and I’ll post something from my next series instead!


“You have a place in my heart that no one could ever have.”

  • Type of fuckboy that makes you think that he is the only one you are talking to cause conversation picks up so easily 
  • His voice as sweet as honey and words were dripping with caramel  
  • One sentence from him and you did probably surrender your savings to him ngl
  • Just rly good at flirting and probably messages 10 other girls at once 
  • but each with a completely different pickup line or smtg personal about them 
  • Yet they still continue to steal glances and sigh at his very handsome side profile as he ate his lunch 
  • It’s a fact that he can get any girl to fall for him just be sweet talking to him 
  • Basically, him being a fuckboy started when he went to get revenge for his older sister 
  • She had been bullied by a bunch of guys (they dared one of them to date her and then broke her heart) 
  • Guess what Sungwoon did? He went to EVERY single one of the girlfriends of these boys and made them girlfriend-less 
  • I’m not even kidding 
  • He flirted with six girls, somehow managed to flirt with his way and got them to broke up with their boyfriends and then dump them a week later 
  • Each time any of them got a gf, he did steal them again and he did it for over a year until the boys begged him to stop 
  • That’s how he earned himself a year of free lunch in school 
  • Speaking of which, you were a transfer student who transferred as you decided to move in  with your older sister cause this school had links to the college you rly wanted to study in 
  • Growing up, you were a bit off a tomboy 
  • You hung out with boys all the time and your best friends, Youngmin and Donghyun, were super protective when boys tried to approach you cause they said they knew exactly what the boys had in mind (A man’s sixth sense they called it lmao) 
  • So you were very oblivious and very inexperienced when it comes to love 
  • When you became seat partners with Sungwoon and on the first day itself, he had tried to tell you pickup lines 
  • …. It just didn’t work out for him cause you literally didn’t understand any of it 
  • “Do you have an inhaler? Cause you took my breath away?” 
  • “Dude you need to go to the nurse now if you don’t feel well! How can you not bring your inhaler if you seem prone -” 
  • yeah you were as dense as a rock 
  • He literally only treats girl two ways 
  • the first one was his usual flirt mode and the second was how he behaves with his sister 
  • So he decided to just take the second approach cause he didn’t want to be rude to you as you might have lent him your Maths notes way too many time 
  • If the way he treats girls was deadly to the heart, how he treats you will probably send others immediately to the ER  
  • Just 10000% more caring and it’s seriously so heart fluttering cause he did be letting you wear his sweater when it’s cold in class, buys you bread when you had an extra class, did go even as far as to walk you home if you two had to stay in school till it’s rly late for a project 
  • It wasn’t long before you two were pretty much inseparable and basically called each other best friends 
  • ofc you are aware of him flirting but you never questioned him about it cause tbh you think it’s none of your business & you literally viewed him just a friend 
  • okay maybe not exactly friends when he sometimes did really cute things for you like taking out the carrots for you when there was vegetable soup or always bringing an extra umbrella for you when it rains 
  • but you told yourself there wasn’t a point going for guys like him as you did be:
    1.losing on an amazing friendship
    2.dating a guy who did just break up with you in a span of a week 
  • but it was tempting to give in when everyone said the way he speaks just changes and you can’t think of anyone else but him  
  • Everything changed when your best friend, Donghyun, came to visit you 
  • Sungwoon suddenly became EXTRA touchy and would legit frowned when you were hugging Donghyun 
  • Donghyun soon left but not without winking and talking about how his sixth sense was telling him that you and Sungwoon would look rly good together 
  • You confronted Sungwoon after that, asking why was behaving that manner to Donghyun 
  • He did say it was something small and it didn’t matter 
  • You remembered what Donghyun had said and joked by saying “What? You like me and got jealous?”  
  • That was when the almighty giant Ha Sungwoon, would be speechless and his ears did turn to a very unnatural shade of red  
  • “I wasn’t expecting myself to confess like that …” 
  • Sungwoon was very much into you mainly cause this relationship you had with him was give and take and it wasn’t like with other girls where you know they were expecting lot of attention but you gave him back the equal amount of attention  
  • If he lends you his sweater, you did make him pancakes the next day. If he walked you home, you will bring him hot tea the next time you both meet  
  • You made him turned into someone who asked all multiple girls he talks to for love advice instead so he knew what was the best gift to give to a girl which makes you super amused cause where was Ha Smoothwoon
  • Somehow they all shipped y'all at the end, so it’s all g 
  • Donghyun will also try to claim credit for getting you two together and cringe together with Youngmin when you two skype call them 
  • He did be super attentive while dating you, randomly buy you flowers and amusement park dates are very frequent 
  • The type of boyfriend to get you gifts that reminded him of you  
  • Will leave you voice recordings at night after you are asleep that you will make your heart melt when you listen to it in the morning 
  • Someone who will put 101% into this relationship and is the definition of couple goals 

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