“i don’t have the tears to cry anymore. but…i at least have to keep yu safe” // “i promise you, mika. even if i have to sell out the whole world to do it, i’ll make sure you’re turned back into a human.”
the thing is, somebody cares. i know your best friend seems really busy all the time and is shit at texting but she still loves you and she talks to you more than she talks to anyone else and you’re the only breath of calm she has on this planet. the boy in your science class loves seeing what music you’re listening to on your headphones - he has the same taste and wishes he had the nerve to ask you about it. your english teacher loves the insight you have on your papers. somebody cares. the person who lives down the street from you notices when you are sick because they don’t see you stomping your way to the schoolbus - it’s how they know it’s time to get their breakfast ready. somebody is looking for you at the party, even if they don’t know they’re really looking for you - but when you don’t show up, some part of them is disappointed. somebody is looking for you in the library, in the spot where you eat lunch, in front of that one step you always seem to trip on. i know your parents are a complicated mess and there’s drama between your friends and your love life is sort of shaped like a constant question and everybody seems all caught up in their own lives and their own happiness and nobody really notices: but somebody always does. every face in your dreams is someone you have met, and that means that you are in a million’s stranger’s heads. they see you when they go to bed. and somebody cares. somebody still thinks about you even though you were just a person with a nice outfit or good eyeliner or a great smile or because you were having one of those moments that are so charmingly human in nature or because they regret not asking if you needed help when you fell or because they wonder what you were thinking about or drawing or writing or just because you’re alive, and that makes you fascinating. somebody cares. when you were on break from work and saw a dog hanging his head out of the car and suddenly broke into a smile: there was a girl in the back of that car, and I was her, and I still think about you, and i hope you get more chances to smile like that. and there is you, sitting here reading this, and by some small extension, meeting me, and i am telling you, I care. somebody always does. i promise. i promise. you are loved.
Why does no one ever talk about the fact that within the first five minutes of her being on the show Zatanna walks away in the middle of a conversation to go cuddle on the floor with Wolf? This was honestly one of the funniest things this show has ever done and I am eternally grateful for it.
Look, can I just say: Going into somebody’s ask on anon or joining their creative brainstorming chatroom to yell at them and call them oppressive and bad for not producing the content you want them to (which i have seen MULTIPLE EXAMPLES OF this week)
is a shitty tactic for getting people to produce the content you want.
If you’re angry because the fandom doesn’t focus enough on certain issues, yeah okay me too, and there’s a place for anger, but the sad proof is that when you want someone to do more creative work, to focus more on a certain topic, singling them out and sending them messages about how awful they are is 100% counterproductive.
Only the most robust and pliant artists will do what you want, and “robust” and “pliant” aren’t words that leap to mind when I describe general personality traits of creative people. The rest will either do the opposite of what you want out of pure obstinacy, or get so anxious and overwhelmed that they stop producing entirely. So if your intention was to make them produce what you want, you lose; if your intention was to make them so distressed that they feel unable to produce creative work that, although not to your tastes, is not actually hate speech, then congratulations you are a bully.
METHODS THAT WORK 1000% THAN BULLYING PEOPLE INTO DOING FANDOM HOW YOU WANT
Producing the kind of content you want to see!
Reblogging the kind of content you want to see!
Leaving feedback on
the kind of content you want to see!
LEAVE FEEDBACK ON THE KIND OF CONTENT YOU WANT TO SEE OH GOD YOU DON’T KNOW HOW IMPORTANT IT IS TO ENCOURAGE CREATORS, ESPECIALLY AROUND MARGINALIZED TOPICS!
Following blogs that produce
the kind of content you want to see!
the kind of content you want to see!
the kind of content you want to see!
Writing essays about why you want to see this kind of content!
Ignoring people who don’t create work relevant to you!
Finding people who are as upset as you about the topic you care about and building community with them!
Finding a support group or therapy or something!
Finding a different activist outlet where you can use your willingness to be assertive and righteously angry in a productive way (because this tactic is a bad one for getting art made, but a good one for, say, getting legislation passed)!
Petting a kitten, or smelling a flower, or like, anything!!!
a post about remus lupin’s vaguely unsettling physical appearance
you know how the wolf from the movie looks kind of pathetic and gangly? i love and cherish it. remus lupin, known cryptid.
when harry and co. first see him they straight up wonder if he’s dead.
“No, no, he’s breathing,” whispered Hermione,
(also i love how our first impression of him is just….nothing. he’s asleep. we have nothing. he sleeps hard. that’s it. well fucking done, jo. it’s just so fantastic that harry is sort of mildly dubious of him after the double wammy of lockhart and quirrel and then remus actually turns out to be a good teacher. i love that.)
yeah anyway face-wise he looks starved and half-dead, except for his eyes
“his eyes looked alert and wary”. still disconcerting. i love it. we have nothing to judge his character on at this point, we just know that he’s really ill-looking.
(and then madam pomfrey says something about finally getting a DADA teacher who knows his remedies, and i fall in love with him all over again)
Lupin smiled vaguely and placed his tatty old briefcase on the teacher’s desk. He was as shabby as ever but looked healthier than he had on the train, as though he had had a few square meals.
so first of all, fuck this book. let my son eat. second, we still have so little impression of this man, he’s all passive-aggressive pleasantries and vague smiles. he must have been like…..emaciated on the train. i hate this fucking book.
It certainly looked as though he had been ill. His old robes were hanging more loosely on him and there were dark shadows beneath his eyes; nevertheless, he smiled at the class as they took their seats,
fuck this book
anyway coming at this passage with a decade and a half of hindsight, dear god, this man has just had all of his skeletal and muscular structure forcibly rearranged and then put back together, and he’s still smiling. that in and of itself is sort of disturbing, let him have a break, let this man have a break,,
A ray of wintery sunlight fell across the classroom, illuminating Lupin’s gray hairs and the lines on his young face.
this passage is genuinely confusing to me because it seems like jo is suggesting that if not for his lycanthropy he would actually be really handsome
(not that the lycanthropy stopped dean thomas from having a massive crush on him)
and then there are these gems:
“Still looks ill, doesn’t he?” said Ron as they walked down the corridor, heading to dinner. “What d’you reckon’s the matter with him?”
“Oh, well—you know—working hard,” said Hermione. Close-up, Harry saw that she looked almost as tired as Lupin.
but seriously, it’s like the main thing jo wants to establish about him is how tired he looks. and now we have these bits, post-reveal:
An odd shiver passed over his face.
Lupin forced a laugh.
He pushed his graying hair out of his eyes…He looked sober and tired.
“Enough of this,” said Lupin, and there was a steely note in his voice Harry had never heard before.
Harry could see Lupin’s silhouette. He had gone rigid.
aksfnkasnfaksfksnf this one is my FAVORITE because the exact moment where he loses his human mind and the wolf takes over is unclear and for all we know, he could already be gone. GOD i love this book
like harry has spent the better part of a year in the company of this carefully mild-mannered mentor figure and in one night he witnesses him 1. attempt murder and 2. transform into a goddamn DARK CREATURE
so good. this book. so. good.
Lupin smiled wryly.
^^^this is probably the most bitter we’ve ever seen him and i hate it. imagine how pissed he was. imagine him getting to the carriage and sirius is just inexplicably inside it. he complains to sirius the whole way out the castle gates. sirius complains back about prison food and lack of readily available hair products for known convicts. they catch up. they kiss probably.
anyway this post has no point i just like analyzing how odd and occasionally frightening lupin looks
It’s absolutely impossible to please everybody.
It really is.
With there being so many desires, opinions, and expectations being flung at us within a single moment, it’s just not possible. We are only one person. One human. There is only so much we can do when it comes to satisfying everyone around us.
However, we must do everything in our power to make sure that we ourselves are taken care of. That our needs are satisfied. That we are loved and nurtured. That we are genuinely happy.
We are only one person. One human. And that, my friend, is the perfect amount to be able to manage ourselves. So make sure to do so; with unconditional love and care.
Over all humans are a hold my beer I’m winging it species, but there are individuals who dislike danger and will do what ever is needed to reduce the threat to what they care about.
Like, I have a friend who dislikes violence of any kind but if you threaten what she loves she will find a way to take you out of the picture before you can even blink.
She dislikes violence so she does what she has to in order to prevent it even if that means removing the source of conflict by force.
Can you imagine being an outsider watching this tiny human who has repeatedly said to dislike violence completely eradicate whatever threatens their crew? I feel like it would be a real balls to the wall oh shit I fucked up some one anyone save me moment.
Request: Hi!! I really like your writing and could you write a jughead?? jughead dated reader so he could get more info for his novel but he ended up really liking reader but the reader found out he’s using her and they fight but fluff??? thank you! (sorry my english is bad it’s not my first language)
Requested by: anonymous.
A/N: Hello, love! Thank you so much and yes of course! I’m literally obsessed with Jughead and it’s now a problem! This is a really good idea so I enjoyed writing it, and no problem! I understood perfectly.
You’d been ignoring him for days, you were hurt and angry. You questioned yourself over and over again how you fell for it so easily. How could you be so stupid?! After months of not believing anyone could actually care for you, you were easy to believe maybe someone could when the showed the first ounce of sympathy.
You’d been there the night Jason… had been killed. You were a witness and you were part of the reason he was dead, he’d died to protect you and now after many meetings with the police you’d been ruled innocent. Only thing is, the whole school had it against you and Cheryl made it her job to make your life living hell.
No one talked to you, no one cared for you and it had all become to much. Before you met Jughead Jones, an outcast like yourself who had defended you from Reggie and his gang or whatever. No one defended you, so to say you’d been starstruck would be an understatement. Jughead had only proved to amaze you more when he invited you to Pop’s that day school and slowly but surely you two became great friends.
You’d fallen hard for him and you kept it to yourself, not expecting him to return the feelings before he asked you out. You had been so happy that you practically screamed yes, and you fell just a tad bit more in love with him that day.
Things had been going so smoothly. Everything was so well and then… then you found out the truth. You still remembered Reggie’s cruel words as he told why Jughead had been so nice to you that day.
“You really think anyone could care for you, you murdering freak? Jughead is using you for info for his story. You’re nothing but something to gain information from.” You wanted to not believe him, you had repeated over and over again to him that day that you wouldn’t fall for his tricks. But one look at Jughead when he walked in the room and heard your conversation proved everything.
He’d looked so guilty and shocked. And all you could do was look at him with tears in your eyes, a choked back sob as he tried to explain whatever it is he had to say. But you hadn’t given him the chance, and instead ran out of the room hearing Reggie’s cold laughter and Jughead calling after your name.
Since then, a week ago you hadn’t spoke to Jughead. Everything had gone back to the way it was. You spending the whole day alone, trying to avoid bullies and now Jughead. He always tried to catch your attention and get you to talk to him, but you would ignore him. You couldn’t face him. Not again. You didn’t want to see the snide in his face or the laughter that would inevitably come.
It was the end of the day and you were preparing to head home and waste your evening doing extra homework before you fell asleep. That was your plan, until a odd face came next to your locker and shut it for you. You gasped, turing to see Archie Andrews, a undeniably more popular. You questioned why he was here by your locker, but instead chose to stay quiet staring at him blankly as you waited for what he wanted to say.
“You’re Y/N right?” He asked, his smooth voice shocking you. The boy had never talked to you before.
“Y-Yeah.” You stuttered.
“Can you follow me for a sec? I hear you’re quite good with music writing and I need your help.” You should’ve probably declined. You didn’t know him and most people in this school didn’t treat you nicely. In the back of you mind you knew he didn’t need you for music help, but you nodded nonetheless, having nothing better to do.
Whatever was waiting couldn’t be worse than anything you’d been through before. And if you’ve learned anything from the kids at this school, if you fought it’d only end worse.
So you followed him, silently and awkwardly as you made your way to the music room. You anticipated who would be there when you walked through the doors but swallowed your fear and stepped through. There was no one, no one you could see and turning back to Archie you only saw him close the door and lock it. Immediately your heart quickened and fear spread. You were so stupid! Why did you always make these dumb decisions, trusting people when you clearly shouldn’t.
You banged on the doors, yelling for him to open it, before a voice cut through your panicking. “Y/N?” You froze at the familiar voice, your muscles tensing as your clenched fists fell to your side.
When you turned, you confirmed your fear, finding Jughead standing there with an unreadable expressing on your face. Your breath quickened and almost instantly a confidence was found that had been lost so long ago, and your face contorted to anger.
“What the hell is this?” You spat.
“Please, Y/N. Let me explain.” Was all he said, taking small tentative steps towards you.
“Explain what? How you were just using me for your stupid book? I trusted you Jughead!” All your pent up feelings came rushing out in one huge wave as you stared at the boy you’d fallen in love with, but also the boy who had used you.
“If you tell me that you weren’t using me, I swear to God, Jughead, I-” You let out in an angry rant.
“No!” He interrupted, holding up his hands. His face fell, looking at you with an apologetic look. “I did originally only get close to you because of my novel.” You scoffed, folding your arms. “But! After a while, I did really start to fall in love with you.”
You narrowed your eyes, not trusting him after what had happened. You already made that mistake and it had only hurt you more. “I trusted you…” You whispered.
His face fell, “I know.” Was all he said, shaking his head. “I am sorry. Y/N, tell me… do you still love me?”
“I don’t want to… but I do.”
Jughead sighed, taking those final steps towards you, he allowed his arms to fall around your body. Engulfing you in a hug, you basked in the warmth and let a tear fall from your eyes as leaned heavily against him. “I love you too. I really do.”
“How can I trust you?”
He leaned back from the hug, he wasn’t one for a lot of human contact but at this moment, you were worth it. “Just give me a chance. Please.”
You stared in his eyes, trying to find on ounce of negative true meaning. All you could see was sincere sympathy and though the rational part of you brain said not to, you let out a breath and nodded. “I’ll give you one more chance.”
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I always hate it when I'm a "customer". It's like shit man I deal with people like this all day and now I'm suddenly illiterate and maybe the stupid is contagious. I'll usually laugh it off with the cashier and apologize but inside I die a little, because of what I've become in that moment.
We’ve all had at least one or two moments like this. We’re only human and shit happens. Admitting fault and apologizing makes a difference. -Abby
aww, thank you! ;) I hope you like this too! I felt like using the same scenario for each guy would be boring so I changed it up … hope that’s ok! Oh & you’re a human in this :)
is rather quiet and harvests souls only bc it’s his way of surviving, not out of cold blood. can seem uncaring but he simply sees it the same way that humans see a cow or a chicken; food
but a soul he could never take is yours, leading to him wanting to protect it instead
a group of rogue demons once found out about the scandalous love affair & tried to take your soul for themselves. but minseok surprised everyone by turning into a ruthless, vicious killer
he was a good guy but no one got away w threatening his friends or family. it brought out the cold demon in him and while scary, it’s also kinda sexy, ngl
intense sex that leaves you with bruises and your neighbours wondering if you’re being murdered
seems like a small, delicate demon. the other demons tease him for his “feminine” looks. but when he’s hungry for souls or it’s mating season, he turns into … well, a demon
he’s unstoppable & surprisingly strong & ruthless
one night, he catches the scent of the tastiest soul he’s ever smelled & stumbles upon you showering at home. deciding whether to devour your soul or your body was such a hard decision luckily he picked the latter or else you’d be dead rn
your relationship is a constant mix of hunger/lust for him as he doesn’t know if he wants your heart or your soul more. but don’t be afraid, he would never hurt you … you think
gives off an aura of over confidence
he doesn’t like being treated as inferior & will stand up for himself. this makes him seem arrogant or like he only cares for himself but he’s rather modest about his talents/strengths
and is very humble towards you, as he cares for you very much
it’s this self love & love for you that leads him to being so strong, which is what comes across as arrogance
has complex feelings but is bad at expressing them so sometimes he may do devilishly bad things when those feelings build up and explode. but you’ll always be there to pick up the pieces
the alpha who doesn’t seem like one on the surface
he acts kind & friendly only so outsiders let their guards down. but if anything threatens his family/pack or you, then he will stop at nothing to eliminate that threat
feels sorry for humans but knows that their souls are the only way he’ll stay alive so he still kills but does so painlessly
makes you sit on his lap during meetings, so everyone knows you’re the alpha female, even though you’re not a demon. bc human or not, the others know to listen to you. or else they’re on suho’s bad side & no one wants that
he is intelligent, patient & hardworking. but also lazy :/
so he goes through phases of collecting endless souls then none & his boss lowkey hates him
during one of his hardworking spells, he encountered you & was immediately smitten
but before meeting you, he saw human souls as worthless. he wasn’t cruel, mind you, he wouldn’t hurt a human just for fun but they were still below him
so the fact that your soul drew him in so much astonished him & he didn’t even try to fight the pull.
a cunning trickster who knows he’s beautiful
uses those looks to lure ppl into selling him their souls
when he found someone he couldn’t lure so easily, that “someone” being you, he fought hard to change that. but no matter how many tricks or sexy winks he sent your way, your soul was unattainable & during this chase, he fell in love
he’s witty & sarcastic, which can lead to trouble w stronger demons, but he’s not looking for a fight. esp. not if he has you to worry about as well. your safety is everything to him
now he focuses his cunning talents on providing for his life with you, not on stealing souls
a playful demon
he spent hundreds of years just blending in, taking souls as he pleased & enticing the women or men he wanted to bed. in fact, he always just got what he wanted
the first struggle he faced was falling for you, which ended up all rosy since he won you in the end
the thought of taking your soul does admittedly cross his mind sometimes, but as he imagines a life without you, he decides he’d rather not eat your soul but something else ;)
playful, fun guy on the surface
but surprisingly heartless inside
he acts cheerful so others aren’t on constant attack mode around him. but, inside, he knows that if he wants to continue living, he can’t be all merry & carefree. esp not when he needs to take care of you too
in his spare time, he taught himself how to play numerous instruments & plays them while singing to lull you to sleep
doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve, isn’t talkative, & seems cold and uncaring
but he’s actually very gentle & kind, something a demon can’t be, which is why he hides it
except around you. you get to see the real kyungsoo
he’s dedicated to keeping you both safe, so he can live out the rest of your life in loving harmony. he doesn’t even want to think about his life when your fickle human one ends; “let’s just live for the moment” he tells you often
doesn’t like to fight but will if he has to
is mistaken as weak but proves the other demons wrong as he’s actually the pack’s strongest fighter. the only thing that holds him back from showing that off often is his good nature, that doesn’t take pleasure out of hurting others
feels embarrassed for some reason after feeding on souls (even though you know he does) so will come home & act like he was simply hanging out w some friends
loves attention & cuddles but teases you about doing the same for you; “you want me to hug you? wow, I must be irresistible”
is known throughout the demon world as a fluid fighter, since his moves are so effortless and graceful as he takes souls and kills enemies
is seen as a ruthless killer
but truthfully he’s just a big child and loves dogs (but they hate demons so :/) and he loves you
likes that he can let his guard down around you and relax. lots of make-out sessions in sweats, esp after he’s been working out or just devoured a soul; his blood is pumping and he feels so full, but what’s the harm in a lil dessert? ;)
a bratty demon
hates having to answer to a boss & reap xxx amount of souls
would rather just wander aimlessly, experiencing ppl & life
he sneaks out one night to do this & that’s how he met you
sometimes you forget he’s a super old demon, since he looks so cute when he pouts and can be so childish sometimes
has no shame in telling you “yeah I killed 43 people today when my target was only 40. I’m so great. I deserve a raise, don’t I?”