pretending to know what i'm talking about

So someone on serebii posted what Olivia says to Moon when they first meet and it apparently goes something like this:

“Oh, you say you’re not Sun’s friend? What a pure and lovely girl you are! You know, when I was your age I pretended that I wasn’t interested in boys either.”

And in response, Moon pretty much just goes:

There’s this little boy in another classroom who is obsessed with tractors.

I don’t know when it started (more like I can’t remember) but every day when he’s in my room, he’ll sit by me and just talk my ear off about his tractors. Occasionally, he’ll bring over a toy car and pretend it’s a tractor. It’s like clockwork.

Yesterday, we were outside because it was so nice. He grabbed a push mower (you know, those mowers with the balls that would pop when you ran with them) and told me it was his new tractor. It was muddy, so he had to wash it. He said how the grass was still brown, so he didn’t need to mow it very much. And he’d walk away to mow his grass, then he’d come back to sit next to me, and we’d start the whole thing over.

Today, we went outside again. I decided to play with a few other kids, chasing them around like I was a zombie, and if I caught them, they’d have to do the same. This little boy held onto his push mower and watched. I kept asking him if he wanted to play too, but he kept running away every time I asked.

Eventually, I got tired, and I sat down in my spot. About five minutes later, he came to sit by me again. He didn’t say anything, but he sat next to me. It lasted for about five minutes. The other kids asked me to come play again, but I told them I was still on break, and they could play without me.

So I asked him, “Do you want to play with us?”

And he sat there for a few minutes, before he answered, “I want to push my tractor.”

It took me a moment before I thought about it. He wanted to play all along, but he wanted to keep pushing his mower at the same time. I didn’t catch on. I felt rather guilty at first, but I wondered if he would play if I asked again.

“You can push your tractor too. I’ll still play with you.”

He thought for a few moments before standing up and running with his push mower. I chased after him, and soon the other kids were playing with us as well. 

I have to remember kids don’t always express what they want in words, but they will always express what they want through action.

The more I think about it the less I look forward to the Girls Night Out story line next Sunday. And it’s not the concern about watching two women who know nothing about Killian Jones potentially bash him, it’s about watching two women who know nothing about Emma Swan try to pretend they understand her and what is going on with her and her relationship with Kilian.

Honestly, I would prefer that Snow just stuck with her MO of sending Archie to talk to Emma.

Snow and Emma had a wonderful friendship in season one, but the show has done nothing to nurture any kind of relationship between Snow and Emma in three seasons. Snow is always willing to run to wipe Regina’s nose, but she refuses to be the parent and approach Emma. We saw this in season 5 with the Dark Swan arc and we saw it again this season. In fact the only conversation Emma and Snow have had this season one on one was Snow chastising Emma for not coming to her with her visions - but it’s kind of hard to come to your mother, when your mother sends a shrink to you instead of approaching your herself. Snow’s hypocrisy is ridiculous and I’m tired of her relationship with Emma suffering to prop Regina.

Meanwhile, do we really need to watch the most self-centered character on the show, make Emma’s upset all about herself? Any bets on how long before Regina makes it all about her?

With David asleep this could have been a chance for Emma and Snow to have a real conversation, but instead Regina is tagging along like the third wheel she is. And we are going to be treated to scenes of two women who know nothing about Emma try to comfort her.

Man if this was Gideon’s plan - it is brutal for Emma and us.

We’re going to pretend I’m not upset JJ won bronze over Otabae Otabek because I still love JJ to pieces and want to talk about this moment in his FS 

At first glance, you’d think “they’re his parents. They’re obligated to greet him with a smile no matter what score he gets.”  And I have to admit that was my first thought too.  But it goes deeper than that. 

Look it’s Leo’s coach! AND LOOK IN THE BACKGROUND I KNOW THAT’S LEO’S ARM First, I want to say that JJ is about 12-14 here, so he’s still growing and developing as a person and as a skater.  As egotistical as he is, you can’t help but feel for him for wanting a certain image.  He has a vision and he wants to execute it.  As corny as “JJ Style” sounds, it’s something he came up with, and he’s proud of the idea. 

And now look at her facial expression.  That’s the face of someone who wants to tell you “it’s just not going to work, babe” but doesn’t know how to softly deliver the blow.  In other words, Leo’s coach isn’t sure she wants to run with the “JJ Style” idea, and this most likely causes problems between the two because I see JJ as a very moody person when he doesn’t see eye to eye with people.  Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing.  Like I said before, he’s proud of the idea, and it’s because he feels it captures who he is as a person.  This rejection from Leo’s coach tells him “who you are isn’t going to get you anywhere, so we need to put that idea on the back burner” 

This to me was so heartbreaking.  Maybe it’s just me getting emotional about my favorite dickhead skater, but I really feel for him. He couldn’t even tell Mufasa Celestino what he wanted to do, and he’s getting a hand in his face punctuated by a “first of all, say, ‘yes.’” 

Keep in mind that JJ here is about the same age as Yurio, and, for the second time, he’s being told that who he is isn’t going to get him anywhere.  Which is the same thing Leo’s coach was getting at, but what’s different about Celestino is that he actually tells him “first of all, say ‘yes’” meaning “it’s my way or the highway, got it?” 

Which makes this line and the first one from JJ’s father make more sense 

I initially thought it was odd that JJ’s parents were his coaches, but now I see that it couldn’t have been easy for them to see their son so disheartened by every coach’s comment about “JJ Style.”  When you remember that the Leroys are famous ice dancers, it makes more sense that they would want their son to skate with his whole heart and not just cater to the whims of his coach(es).  

JJ’s father might be speaking as a parent in this moment, but it’s because he and his wife know how much “JJ Style” means to their son.  At the end of the day, they care about his happiness more than how he performs on the ice, which is a complete 180 from how Leo’s coach and Celestino were portrayed in the flashback. 

I’ve always felt like white people were so super obsessed with banning abortion because they felt like they were going extinct. Which is ridiculous on its own but also like what a strange thing to be expressly aware of your status and impermanence as an animal while pretending you will individually live forever and are more civilized than anyone else.

I mean it starts to make sense if you hear them talk about preserving the ‘American Way’ which really isn’t anything at all and just seems like their catchall term for making sure they exist in the future lol.

Because on a ‘civilized’ note it makes no sense to have to manage your race like an endangered animal breeding program. There are plenty of you. 

In the near future...

FBI: Miss, we found some questionable material on your computer…
Me: *thinking* Oh shit, all that music I illegally downloaded back in middle school…
Me: *out loud* I don’t know what you’re talking about.
FBI: May we come in?
Me: *thinking* FUCK! How did they find out! It’s been like ten years and at least five pcs since…
Me: *out loud* It’s cool, I have nothing to hide
FBI Agent: *opens laptop* Would you mind explaining this?

Me: *sweats nervously*
FBI: You do realize this is a 15 year old, right?
Me: I don’t know how that got there!
FBI: Riiiiiight

Too many people! I’ve picked five at random.

Abuse trigger warning.

Germany Germany didn’t know how to react. Did he get angry that someone had felt like harming you? Did he freak out, potentially scaring or upsetting you? Did he demand to know what happened? Did he just pretend he didn’t see the scars? Finally, he decided to ask you about them. If you tensed up and didn’t seem comfortable, he’d drop the matter immediately. If you were okay with talking, he’d listen and try to comfort you. Later, while you were asleep, Germany would still be awake, horrified and angry that someone had dared do this to you – that someone dared do this to anyone. He would be upset for a good part of the night before falling asleep. When morning came, he wouldn’t say anything else on the matter if you didn’t.

North Italy Veneziano would be shocked and horrified, breaking into tears at the sight of the scars. Who would want to hurt anyone, especially you? He’d want to know everything about the scars, but at the same time was afraid of the stories behind them. Plus, he wouldn’t want to upset you. You’d have to spend a while trying to cheer him up … or crying with him. Once Veneziano got over his horror, he’d be angry, going off on a long rant that involved his personal opinion on your abuser to what he’d like to do to the despicable person. Like his tears, he would take a while to come off of his anger. When he was calm again, he would pull you into his arms and hold you for a long time.

France France would gasp. “Who did this to you?” he’d cry in horror. “I’m so sorry this happened!” He’d be broken up inside that you had such an emotionally and physically scarring past. If you wanted to talk, he was there to listen. If you didn’t, he was there to support you in silence. He would pamper you, both to assure you that he would never treat you like that and to let himself know that you were in better hands now. For the next week or so, France would tread carefully around you. He wanted to make sure that he hadn’t made you uncomfortable by asking about the scars. He would do his best to let you know how much you were loved.

Canada Eyes widening, Canada would throw his arms around you. “Oh my God,” he’d mutter. “Oh my God. Who did this to you?” If you didn’t respond, he wouldn’t say anything else. Perhaps you didn’t want to relive the pain, or maybe you had already let go. He’d let you know that someday, if you were ready to talk, he’d be there for you. However, if you did talk, he’d listen attentively. When you finished, he’d simply nod. “I’m so sorry,” he’d say. Canada would spend the rest of the day holding you close and making sure you had everything you wanted at the moment. He wanted to make sure you knew he’d never treat you the way your past lover or family member had. Ever.

Russia Russia wouldn’t speak about the scars, simply staring at them with a childlike horror. He’d take a few days to make sure you weren’t overly freaked with him seeing them and to think about the best way to approach the subject. Then he’d hesitantly ask you about them. Was it a past lover of yours, or was it a family member? If it was the latter and he had been introduced to them, he would be willing to go beat them up for you. If it was from a past lover, he’d wonder why you had been with them in the first place. After learning everything he wanted to know, Russia would let the matter drop. He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, and besides – the past is the past.

- Mod Husky

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ADDICTED FOR 15 DAYS // day-11: a scene/part you keep rereading

(Addicted After All chapter 21: throwback to Lily and Lo’s first “wedding”)

“Do you remember the Cayman Islands trip?” Lily asks, staring at the water in reverence.

My heart pounds, an added beat, happy it’s her. Here. With me. “When we were seven?” I think hard, trying to wash away the blurry haze of our childhood.

She nods. “Our dads had a business trip for the week, and they brought us on this yacht.”

It starts coming back. We were carted around to most of their meetings instead of being kept in daycare. Just us two and a ton of older cigar-smoking men. “We built a fort in the bow with couch cushions,” I recall. I smile at the image of her thin build and big eyes. She was quiet and shy and when the stewards came around to ask us if we’d like any drinks, she’d whisper her order in my ear.

I also can’t remember a night where we didn’t sleep in the same bed. Innocent sleepovers. At first they all were, and somewhere along the way, we changed. I fell in love with her.

aw hell yes son we gonna print a graphic novel

eta: i honestly wasn’t expecting it to be this successful so I am talking with the printer about possibly changing the ink to sepia and the interior and cover stock to something a little nicer. Will see what happens.
I’m still working on the exterior cover and need to do the interior title page and the Acknowledgments page in the back, but everything else is good to start once I get the order specs straightened out.

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INEVITABILITY // you hold him in your arms and your hands forget they are weapons

i. you’ve never lived enough of this hell / i’ve never lived enough for myself ii. i will not ask you where you came from / i will not ask and neither should you iii. i found love where it wasn’t supposed to be / right in front of me iv. show me your broken heart and all your scars / baby i’ll take you as you are v. show me where my armor ends / show me where my skin begins vi. you said / i am young and i am yours / i am free but i am flawed / i am here and your heart / was here from the start vii. just hold me together / tell me you’ll always want me to stay viii. i’ll be your eyes / i’ll be a lifeline / and if I can be / i’ll be your strength ix. 'cause I don’t wanna be alone when these bones decay x. if you must die, sweetheart / die knowing your life was my life’s best part xi. the things that scare us today / what if they happen someday / don’t let me out of your arms for now

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mo-khan said (about this illustration):
It’s marvelous. I gotta say, I love seeing TJ really into Amal. I feel like right now in the comic, it’s mostly Amal being the “attacker”, and TJ is just a defenseless lil bunny who enjoys being eaten. Yup. That made sense. 


((RESTRAINING MYSELF FROM GOING STULTIFYINGLY TL;DR ABOUT MY CHARACTERS’ SEXUAL DYNAMICS… AND FAILING))

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What about the rest of the internet?

kstipetic  asked:

Since you've been talking about legitimacy lately, I was wondering...
Do you ever fear that your comic could be dismissed, even among comic fans, because of the content? It seems like romance has never been a legitimate genre, and moreover, male x male romance, yaoi and slash seem especially low on the legitimacy scale. How do you feel that affects your own search for legitimacy?

Well, my “artistic legitimacy” worry isn’t so much about asking other people for affirmation as wondering when I’m finally going to feel like I’m a real artist. I figure this must be one of those “fake it till you make it” things, though. Kind of like adulthood. Wouldn’t be surprised if there were seasoned pros at Marvel or DC who still felt like fakers sometimes and thought “what the hell am I even doing…”

But yeah, I really stacked the deck against myself with this story in that regard, huh. :|a “Two dudes in love, written by a woman” is pretty easily dismissed by naysayers, but that factor hadn’t even occurred to me yet when I became devoted to these guys and their story.
There’ve been a few times at cons when the “chick writing gay romance” aspect has turned people off before they even took a look, and I’ve gotten some very small flak for it online, but it hasn’t been bad. For every person who’s griped about TJ and Amal, there’ve been fifty who’ve expressed their appreciation, which AFAIK is a damn good ratio.

I guess the answer to both the pursuit of legitimacy and combating any ~spectre of BL’s bad rap~ that might haunt my comic is to keep working hard, researching, thinking and re-thinking, listening, writing and re-writing… generally doing the best I can to make the story and characters feel as real to the reader as they do to me.
…which is a good strategy even without those factors in play, so.

Riley to Maya: You stepped back. I know that you stepped back.

bUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS MAYA ALWAYS LIKED LUCAS SINCE THE MOMENT THEY MET THAT DAY ON THE TRAIN it’s canon now it’s not just fanfiction since the moment they pretend dated for two seconds and all the times she’s made fun of him since SHE SACRIFICED WHAT SHE FELT FOR LUCAS ALL THIS TIME JUST TO MAKE RILEY HAPPY

Let’s talk about dark!Kira on the lacrosse field, about how SHAMELESSLY she BULLSHITTED SCOTT. She KNEW the game was about throwing the ball in the net - she did it herself moments before. But when Scott calls her out on her knocking all the players down EVEN THOUGH SHE DOESN’T HAVE THE BALL, what does she say?

“I’m trying to win!”

YOU OBVIOUSLY KNOW THAT’S NOT HOW IT WORKS OH MY GOD

Clearly that was dark!Kira (badly) pretending to be Kira was a second so she could stay on the field and keep beating people up. But then se couldn’t contain her pettiness and blew her cover lmao

anonymous asked:

The kid wears all white, kinda like a white military uniform, a single green glove on their left hand and the hair is green. He looks up at Skippy. "You like to write talk and float. A white kitty told me so. I'm supposed to see you."(Anon muse child

Go anon and pretend to be my character’s child.

The witch had to think a moment. What white cat could he possibly know that would know this about him? Let alone tell it to a child. Then he figured it out, Cait Sith. He could have sword he told that cat to him his existence a secret to anyone. Including Kagami. A quill wrote on a paper, no sense in hiding his use of magic. The paper floated over to the child. Hopefully the could read.

Cait Sith I’m assuming? Only white Cat that I know of. Nice to meet you, I’m Skippy The Overlords Underling. What’s your name small child?