pretty perplexed

GENDER IS CONFUSING

SEXUALITY IS CONFUSING

FEELINGS ARE CONFUSING

EVERYTHING IS CONFUSING

Absinthe

Ginny knew it was a bad idea. Terrible even. Anyone in their right mind could see that. But then, Ginny wasn’t really in her right mind, and sometimes bad ideas needed to be executed too.

Still, drinking absinthe in a muggle pub on a tuesday night was a new low, even for her, a woman who’d known she was in a loveless marriage and yet failed to act on it. Now Harry was gone and she had no place to stay. Before she could face her family and ask for a couch to crash on she had to be properly smashed.

When she’d made up her mind and had decided Charlie was her best option for now, she asked the bartender for a cab.

“Sorry love, cabbies are still on strike this week. No fares after two in the morning.” The man behind the bar gave her an apologetic smile. “If there’s anything else I might be able to do just ask. Maybe I can call a friend for you?” The barman wasn’t stupid, this woman was not getting home on her own tonight.

Ginny let her head fall on the bar, immediately regretting that decision when a flare of white hot pain shot through her skull. “If you could tell my past self to blow off her marriage, that would solve a great deal. Otherwise, not really.”

While the barman was wondering what to do with this drunken woman, a man came up to them from the other end of the bar. “I can call someone for her, if there’s really no cab available.” It was a pale man, slightly swaying on his legs because the combination of alcohol and high heels wasn’t the most practical one. “We used to go to school together.”

Ginny lifted her head from the bar, now intrigued by the voice that did indeed sound vaguely familiar, but in her drunken state she couldn’t put a name to it. When a pointy face and grey eyes came into focus, she suddenly could. Draco Malfoy. Of all the people in the world, Draco Malfoy had to be the one to find her drunk, depressed and lonely in a muggle bar sipping absinthe. Of course. Of fucking course.

“Lune?” Malfoy was calling someone now. “Could you possibly pick up an old friend at Quinn’s?” … “No, it’s not me.”… “I’m fine, thanks for asking.” … “Ginny Weasley.” … “No, I’m not being nice I’m being human. She just had at least three glasses of absinthe.” …. “That’s the green stuff with more than sixty percent alcohol.” … “Thanks. See you in a minute.”

Ginny kept her eyes fixed on Malfoy. Yes, he had a pointy face and grey eyes, but that was where the comparison ended between him and the former nemesis of her soon-to-be-ex husband. He wore a floral suit with high heeled boots and his hair was thicker and healthier than it had ever been at Hogwarts.

“You should date Harry.” She blurted out.

“Excuse me?” Malfoy looked perplexed. “I’m pretty sure that’s the alcohol talking, Weasley. Besides, you’re married to the git.”

“Am not.” Ginny couldn’t stop herself from pouting. “He kicked me out ‘cause he’s gay. You’re gay. Smash.” She made a weird gesture with her hands, trying to act out ‘smashing’ by intertwining her fingers.

Another hand caught hers, the other supported her waist. Luna Lovegood had arrived. “Hello Ginny. You look a bit tipsy.” The warm smile on her lips made Ginny want to kiss them, kiss them until there was nothing left and then kiss them some more. 

She really should stay away from absinthe, her thought made no sense anymore.

“Malfoy doesn’t want to smash with Harry, Luna. Do something about it.” Ginny pouted and she emphasized her words by poking Draco hard in his chest. “Smash! You two should smash! You should’ve done that years ago, then I wouldn’t have married him.” Suddenly her mood shifted, the realisation that Harry really wouldn’t be lying next to her when she woke up the next morning, or the morning after that, hit her way to hard for her drunken brain to cope with. She felt tears well up in her eyes.

“It’s okay, Ginny. It’s okay.” Luna patted Ginny on her back. “Let’s get you home now, shall we?”

“I don’t have a home. Harry’s got a home, and a family and friends… They don’t like me anymore. ‘M not a nice person. I saw he needed someone that wasn’t me and I still stayed. I stayed Luna!” Ginny tried to get up but her legs failed to support her. Luckily Luna was tougher than she looked and could catch her before she fell to the floor. “I knew he was gay.” Whispered Ginny. “I knew and I stayed.”

“I know, love. But he stayed too. And you were happy. You had friends.” Luna gave Ginny a strange look. “You still have friends.”

Ginny didn’t respond, she just hugged the blond girl while sobbing. Carefully, Luna and Draco helped Ginny get up and outside, into a quiet alleyway where they could apparate.

“She’s right you know. You and Harry really should smash.” Before Draco could react, the girls disappeared with a soft pop.

The next morning Ginny didn’t wake up next to Harry, for the first time in nearly seven years. But somehow waking up next to Luna, hands intertwined and with the remnants of a flower crown in her auburn hair, that wasn’t as bad as she’d thought it would be.

But to balance everything out the hangover was way worse.


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pexxastar-official  asked:

Lol another question ( dont stop XD ) okay how would Eren and or .. Armin react if somebody told them they love them so much ( like love interest crush )

Eren would be pretty perplexed at first but he’d be super happy about it

Armin would have trouble believing it at first and might think someone’s messing with him

Pharmercy - >800 words


The first time Angela sees it, Fareeha is doing pull ups, the muscles on her back contracting around her shoulder blades, the skin crinkling, distorting it.

Angela is so distracted, so unabashedly intent on her skin and the form in which she moves, she forgets to ask.

Honestly, she forgets quite a few things. When she retreats, brushing past Zarya in her haste, she does so with a blush that feels a bit ridiculous.

She is not entirely sure that Fareeha ever knew she was there. She is too ashamed to tell her. (She does not know that Zarya mentioned it, that Fareeha - grinning like a goofball - was particularly happy to hear that Angela had apparently been blushing.)

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The second time Angela sees it, it is summer, the sweltering heat has made everyone lethargic. Angela has traded her lab coat for a tank top and loose pants.

She finds Fareeha in the courtyard, laying on her stomach in the grass, reading. If Angela is dressed liberally, Fareeha has dressed in abandon because she is only wearing a sports bra and basketball shorts.

Angela spends a moment tracing the lines of her calves, the dimples above the curve of her rear, the muscle of her shoulder blades (which Angela has a certain fascination with) and then stops on the tattoo between them, and remembers the question from before.

She approaches her, sits down beside her. Fareeha turns her head to the side to regard Angela through bright eyes, her chin tucked into the curve of her elbow. The book is laid out in the grass in front of her but Fareeha closes it when Angela sits down and Angela can see that it is poetry which is not entirely something that she expected, honestly.

“Hello,” Fareeha says, lifts her head up and smiles. Angela returns it easily, stretches her legs out in front of her, falls back on the palm of her hands.

“Hello there,” she replies.

“How are you?” Fareeha asks, “I feel like it has been awhile since I have seen you.”

It has been. Angela has been locked up in her lab, baking under fluorescent bulbs, for the better part of a month and her contact has been minimal. Fareeha had stopped by occasionally to drop off food and remind her to sleep (which Angela had done, begrudgingly). But in that setting, that frame of mind, it was hard for her to connect with her surroundings, and so Fareeha had come and gone and come again and Angela’s nose had been buried in reports and monitors so the visits were never casual and often very quick.

“Better, now,” Angela confesses. “I’m glad for the fresh air.”

“You picked a good day,” Fareeha tells her. Angela tends to agree, she has no complaints about the company.

For a long while they are silent as birds chirp and Fareeha goes back to her poetry. Angela’s glad just to be relieved of her responsibilities, to feel free as she so rarely does these days.

She looks around idly, sees the tattoo again on Fareeha’s back, and this time doesn’t stop herself from reaching for it, brushing her fingertips over the hot skin (warmed by the afternoon sun). It’s simple, geometrical even, made of dots and lines in white ink the shape of an arrow pointing up Fareeha’s spine until it stops at the the base of her neck.

Fareeha shivers below her touch as she draws over the lines.

“It’s very pretty,” Angela tells her, sincerely.

“Thank you,” Fareeha says, “it was my first tattoo.”

This piques Angela’s interest. Angela had always assumed that the one on her face had come first. It does not occur to her that there might have been others before, or others at all.

“Is there a story?” Angela asks. Fareeha grins, Angela can’t see it, but she can hear it her voice.

“Only vaguely. It’s a reminder, to always reach higher and to achieve greater things.”

“If it is a reminder, why the back?”

“Because that is where we carry things,” Fareeha tells her simply.

Angela cannot know Fareeha’s dreams of literally going higher, to touch with her own hands the stratosphere and to spend eternity in the vacuum of space, if possible. Those great wonders which inspire imagination, which had inthralled Fareeha as a kid. Maybe she will one day; maybe the conversation will come up again and she will talk at length about how she has always wanted to escape.

Angela hums in understanding, contemplative for a minute, and then she leans forward, places an open mouthed kiss above the arrowhead. Fareeha’s skin is warm and salty with the light sheen of sweat; Angela feels protective, responsible in someway for the burdens Fareeha carries. This leads her up the column of her neck and then to her cheek and then to her lips.

Fareeha kisses her back without complaint, though clearly perplexed.

“Very pretty,” Angela repeats and has the sense she is talking about more than just the tattoo this time.

anonymous asked:

Hey can I have some hcs for if kid, buggy, smoker, and sanji's normally sweet s/o got pissed at someone and k/o'd them with one punch please. Thanks, you tha OG 👌

Ayyy thank u^^

Kid

  • He would be pretty perplexed at first because man that came unexpected
  • BUT WOW HE WOULD CELEBRATE THIS SO HARD
  • right after he realizes what just happened
  • He was sooooo waiting for something like this tbh
  • His s/o suddenly becomes 10 times sexier than before

Buggy

  • It’s hard to say who would love this more Buggy or Kid
  • But let’s say Buggy
  • Bug’s gonna be in boner city as soon as he sees this shit oh my gosh
  • He would ask them to one shot the next opponent that gets near them, because of pure excitement of having an actually strong s/o

Smoker

  • Hahaha Smokey’s cigar will fall out of his mouth lol
  • He does not know how to feel about this
  • Uhhhhm…well he kinda thought he should be the one to always protect his s/o
  • Of course he’s proud but he’s a lil’ conflicted on that matter, he hopes they would still need him and his strenght

Sanji

  • Sanji would be very caught off guard and baffled too
  • goodbye cigarette
  • But then he would be super damn proud and exclaim his deep love for his s/o right then and there
  • Truth be told before his s/o one punched that person he was about to kick their face in himself 

thegrumpykale  asked:

“You’re not gonna cry, are you?” Dean/Jimmy?

Wow! Now i’ve seen Dean/Cas (of course) and Cas/Jimmy and also Dean/Cas/Jimmy and AU’s where Cas and Jimmy are the same person, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen Dean/Jimmy.

I uh…went a little overboard on this one too. 1275 words. 

seems like, every time i actually manage one under 300, the next story ‘makes up’ for it! 

(in case you’re worried, there’s a happy ending)
(also, why is tumblr doing this stupid unformating thing???)

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Jimmy Novak was a pain in Dean Winchester’s ass. They’d had a weird rivalry/feud thing going on since second week of freshman year, when Dean had accidentally tripped Jimmy and the other man had fallen in the mud. No matter how much Dean protested it was an accident and tried to apologize, Jimmy refused to let it go, took an instant dislike to him and arranged to get back at Dean.

Things spiraled out of control from there and barely a week went by without one doing something to the other. The worst part was there were almost no breaks. Except during test times. They had a grudging truce during those grueling days.

And since they had nearly all the same friends, they were stuck seeing each other on a regular basis. It didn’t allow much time for heads to cool.

Which was why – here and now - Jimmy’s nose was only a few bare inches from Dean’s, as he growled out, “You’re not gonna cry, now, are ya?”

“Oh, hell no! Over something as stupid and petty as that?” Dean scoffed back with a smirk. Jimmy’s eyes narrowed at the challenge and vowed to up the ante.

And so it went.

“Dean, why are you staring at Novaks’ ass?”

“Hmmm…” Dean jerked his head as Charlies words registered. “What? No! I’m not…I’m plotting his downfall!”

“Uh huh,” She stood with her hands on her hips and a dubious expression on her face.

“Okay, so yeah, he’s hot as hell, and pretty smart and maybe even a little funny too. If he didn’t hate me…” Dean shrugged, “But he does, so…plotting his downfall.”

Charlie heaved a sigh and muttered, “Morons,” and turned away.

Things would have gone like that indefinitely, except for the fact that during their junior year, Jimmy pushed the line too far. It had taken no little effort and a lot of time to arrange for his next prank on Dean, and it was a doozy. He grinned when he turned the key in the lock and, ignoring Dean’s shout at being locked in the tower room, rushed down the stairs.

A few hours of alone time would give Dean a chance to become introspective, Jimmy smirked. He crowed about it to their Charlie over dinner, but instead of the usual rolling eyes and half amused – half exasperated chuckles she might normally give, she looked at him in horror.

“You did what?” she shrieked.

“Relax, Charles, it’s perfectly safe in there. I’ll go back in an hour and let him out.” he reached for his burger but Charlie smacked it out of his hands. He watched it hit the floor mournfully and then looked back up at her in shock.

“What the hell was that for?”

“Dude, do you even know anything about Dean?”

“Of course I do. Otherwise, half these pranks would fall flat. Same goes for him. I think we know each other pretty well,” Jimmy answered, perplexed, “It’s all in good fun.”

“First off, are you sure about that? Cause Dean thinks you hate him. And secondly, no. Just, no, it isn’t,” Charlie looked at him sternly and Jimmy squirmed. “Dean’s afraid of heights, Jimmy. Like, really afraid of ‘em.”

“No, he’s not. He’s afraid of planes and last I checked, the drama tower wasn’t exactly flying anywhere,” Jimmy protested, though his stomach sank.

“Duh! Planes are pretty much as high as a normal person can get. And that tower room is all open, dude. With no glass. There’s nowhere for him to ‘hide’ and pretend he isn’t up so high. Especially with the wind as strong as it is tonight - have you ever been in there when the wind is really crazy? Dean’s probably freaking out! How’d you get him in there anyway?”

Instead of answering her, Jimmy abruptly stood and spun about, not even bothering to grab his coat before he ran out of the room. It didn’t take long for Jimmy to reach the tower, and he pounded up the stairs. Winded, he reached the door and fumbled to get the key in the lock.

He shoved at the door but it barely budged, like something was in front of it. Shit, shit, shit! “Dean? Dean are you all right? Dean, buddy, you gotta move if you want me to let you out? I’m so sorry, man, I really am, I didn’t know!” Jimmy tried the door again. Something – probably Dean – was still in front of it, but he was able to get it open just enough to squeeze through.

What he saw on the other side broke his heart. Dean was curled up on the floor in front of the door, hands covering his head and his eyes clenched shut tightly, his face pale. Jimmy fell to his knees beside him and reached out tentatively. “Dean? I’m so sorry – I went too far this time, I didn’t mean to. C’mere, let me get you outta here, okay?”

Jimmy reached down and pulled Dean against him, the other man unresisting. Slowly, he stood up, bringing Dean with him. Supporting him the entire way, Jimmy got him back down to the ground floor of the theater and they collapsed against the wall at the bottom of the stairs. Dean’s face was starting to regain color and his breathing was evening out. Jimmy pulled Dean against his shoulder and wrapped his arm around him.

“I don’t hate you, by the way. I always thought…this was a game and we were having fun. I’m sorry if I made you think otherwise. I kinda always hoped…” Jimmy shook his head and sighed. “Never mind. You wanna stop the prank war, I’ll do it. And when you’re ready to go back to your dorm, I’ll help you back and I’ll treat you to burgers as an apology. Whaddya say?”

Without even realizing it, Jimmy’s fingers carded through Dean’s short, spikey hair, scratching lightly. Dean leaned into the touch with a hum.

“You really don’t hate me?” Dean asked quietly, the first words Jimmy had heard the whole time. He relaxed, letting out a sigh of relief at the sound of Dean’s voice. He shook his head. Dean cleared his throat, “Then uh, yeah, I uh, I’ll take you up on that, on all of that.” Dean shifted against Jimmy, twisting to look at him, “On one condition.”

“Name it,” Jimmy said the words faster than he could think them.

“Tell me what it was you always hoped,” Dean said. And was Jimmy mistaken, or was that hope and anticipation in Dean’s eyes?

Jimmy squirmed under Dean’s gaze, “Oh, I just…I um…really like you, Dean. Which, I’d always thought was fairly obvious but…” He looked away and picked at the sleeve of his sweater. “Well, turns out I was wrong, so, there’s no chance you’d even want to, to…” he shrugged, trailing off, cheeks red with embarrassment.

After parsing the words, the things he’d said and hadn’t said, Dean smiled, “Jimmy, can I kiss you?”

Jimmy’s head jerked up in surprise and their eye met. “Do you really mean that or…or is this a get back at me prank? Cause I mean, I deserve it but…not this, Dean, please. If this is a prank – I don’t think I could take it.”

“Not a prank, I promise,” Dean assured him.

“Oh, thank god, then yes!” Jimmy could barely breathe, could hardly believe this could possibly be happening.

It took weeks of pinching himself at every opportunity to assure himself that yes, it had happened, was still happening and that he and Dean were now dating.

Strangely, their friends weren’t surprised at all.

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9! Still making odd mistakes. Front paws on target? She has almost always gotten that in the past, this time I had to give a cue. I find this pretty perplexing, but we’re still making progress I think.

NEVER ENDING EMO PHASE. here’s some more Little Dorian Things™

  • never cries. ever. he cries only when he definitely alone and it feels like the world is fucking falling apart, or if he’s with someone he definitely trusts and he’s really fucking overwhelmed.
  • occasionally cries from laughter, though. rare, but it happens.
  • slow to trust, he’s pretty suspicious of people who trust him quickly, especially when it comes to people in the inquisition. that’s part of the reason why he doesn’t really care about people thinking badly of him. they have no reason to trust him, come on now.
  • kind of piggy backing on the previous thing, he was pretty damn perplexed by the alexius family when he first met them, tbh. taking him in??? caring for him??? sounds fake
  • is actually good at chess, just likes cheating to see how far he can get with it.
  • wears whatever the fuck he wants in modern verse. i’ve kind of touched on this, but he definitely has a skirt in his wardrobe, and you can fight me on it if you want tbh.
  • kind of like he is with romantic literature, he both adores and despises reality tv. he’ll put it on for background noise and end up yelling at his television because of the sheer ridiculousness of everything happening. likes the drama but hates it when the drama gets overly repetitive.
  • doesn’t listen to too much music?? sometimes he puts it on for background noise ( more prone to reality tv or a podcast, however ) or for working out. normally is found listening to classical music or just older music in general orrrr desi music.
  • will only write notes in black ink pen. no exceptions. nope. not even a little bit. don’t try to hand him a blue pen when he demands something to write with because a new thought has occurred to him re: his research. just don’t.
  • actually just keeps a store of pens everywhere??? in his bag, in his pocket, in his desk drawer, in his bedside table, EVERYWHERE.
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Substitute Teacher

While the two boys were at school Gaster made himself busy as he usually did. He walked down along the busy corridors of the lab away from the front desk where he got his mail. It was at the complete opposite end of the lab from the tiny section he had carved off for his home, but technically it was where he lived, so even personal mail came through there.

As he walked he flipped through the envelopes. Most were bills or letters about his projects from Asgore, or the monsters directly under him asking for updates or about costs. Those were usually tossed aside and never replied to. However this time one in particular caught his eye.

It was from the school.

He paused in the middle of the hall, a few of the assistants that noticed him stopping their conversations as they walked by or trying to ignore him as much as they could. Gaster opened up the letter and began to read.

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You Should Come With a Warning: Chapter Three

“You got me crawling,
crawling on the floor…
I’ve never met a girl
like you before’’.


It was the day before classes started and Lydia was sitting under an large oak tree with more books than she could count. Her mind was filled with archaic Latin scriptures and biochemical formulas. Taking on a double Major was something that her High School teachers had fully encouraged and Lydia had smiled and nodded along.
She tested well above the average IQ for her age and she had managed to take more than her standard classes in her senior year, walking out of graduation with extra credit in almost everything.

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anonymous asked:

Companions react to Sole saying "so mama Murphy told me you've got a crush on me ;)"

This is really cute anon! Thank you!!!

Cait: She immediately says that she ain’t never said that shit to that old lady, though her expression betrays that the statement is true. Cait doesn’t trust anything mystical or weird like that old lady’s drug ramblings. She completely blows past the question, going off on a tangent on like how does that old bitch know shit like that? What kind of freaky magic does she have? She needs to be stopped. She continues on this tangent until the sole shuts her up by kissing her.

Codsworth: He’s doesn’t quite understand what the sole is talking about. He’s pretty sure his programming isn’t capable of having such feelings. He tells that sole survivor that he of course cares about them and respects them. He kind of pauses a bit, and mentions that as his owner he is programmed to feel so. He reassures them that he would be loyal to them, that he thinks they are remarkable and have been an amazing person to serve, even if he wasn’t programmed to do so.

Curie: She is confused and curious, how can she know? Since leaving Vault 81 and being transferred to her new body, Curie has done her best to study every facet of humanity. She’s covered the full range of emotions in the process, but the idea of crushes and infatuation seemed un-explainable to her. She is quiet for a bit and the sole survivor waits patiently. All the symptoms of infatuation seemed to fit, was that the explanation of how she was feeling about the sole? The sole asks if Curie is ok, and she smiles and responds, “It would seem that Mama Murphy is correct! I do have a so called, crush, on you!”

Danse: The look on his face is priceless. He opens his mouth to say something a few times but it takes him a bit to actually say something. He’s a bit flustered, “How? I…” He shakes his head a bit, and his cheeks turn bright red. The sole thinks its cute and laughs a bit about it. Danse huffs a bit, he doesn’t liked being laughed at, even though he knows the sole isn’t doing so maliciously. He admits that he does have feelings for them, but the word crush seems so juvenile. “I have romantic feelings for you. I care about you a lot, and this isn’t some fleeting crush.” Now its the sole’s turn to blush.

Deacon: He looks at them suspiciously, his expression not giving anything away. “Who told you that?” The sole repeats that Mama Murphy told them. Deacon pauses, thinking for a moment, still impossible to read. He’s very secretive, so he’s pretty perplexed at how anyone could know anything like that about him. “Sounds like the ramblings of someone who’s had a little too much jet.” Sole’s disappointing reaction indicates that they bought it. He smiles a bit, “What, you got a thing for me?” Sole blushes a bit, and he chuckles, “I guess I’ll keep that in mind…” He’s secretly gleeful that the sole survivor likes him back. He’ll act on his feelings later, at the right moment.

Dogmeat: Tilts his head to the side as the sole survivor speaks to him, and barks at them after they finish. The sole survivor laughs a bit and says, “Yeah, I agree Dogmeat, sounds like Mama Murphy has maybe had a little too many chems lately.”

Hancock: He narrows his eyes and murmurs something along the lines of “that old bag can’t keep her damn mouth shut…” He had gotten high with Mama Murphy and told her about his feelings for the sole survivor, which evidently had been a mistake. He grumbles a bit and crosses his arms as sole waits for him to say something, trying his best to play it cool. After a moment he finally responds, “Well, now you know, what you gonna do about it?” The look in his eyes is very, very suggestive.

MacCready: He is caught totally off guard and at first he’s just slackjawed and speechless. Eventually he is able to start talking, and starts talking a mile a minute, like ‘What? No! Haha, what? You? Me? No no no, what?” He tries his best to seem cool and nonchalant, but he’s really, really bad at it. Sole watches him curiously. He starts to storm off indignantly, but then pauses for a moment facing away from the sole, but then turns back around and sighs and defeatedly tells them its true.

Nick Valentine: His first reaction is to laugh a bit, but its not in an unfriendly way. “Well isn’t that wild…” The sole survivor had explained that the information they had used to get them out of Vault 114 without fighting Skinny Malone was from Mama Murphy, she just knew things, but Nick hadn’t believed them at the time. Meeting Mama Murphy made him even more skeptical, but this seemed like evidence that they were telling the truth. “Well, I still don’t know if that Mama Murphy character has special powers, but she’s right about this one. Probably just a coincidence though… but suppose I do have a crush on ya, how could I not, you’re my knight in shining armor, remember?”

Piper: She blinks, dumbfounded. She raises an eyebrow, “Mama Murphy told you that?” She’s suspicious. She asks where that weird old lady gets her info. The sole tries to explain the sight, but Piper’s not having any of it. She crosses her arms, either way that old lady could be a great asset for the Publick. She asks the sole survivor about the sight again and they try to explain, “Hmmm, people love that future prediction stuff…” Sole gets kinda impatient and asks if it’s true that she has a crush on them. Piper snaps out of her thought process and looks over at them. “Ah, yeah that old lady’s got me figured out I guess…” she chuckles slightly, “It’s true, I do like ya blue.”

Preston Garvey: He didn’t know how to tell the sole survivor about his feelings for them. He felt to shy about it, every time he tried to tell them he couldn’t find the words. He did know, however, that Mama Murphy was absolutely awful at keeping a secret. When sole comes up to him and tells him, he pretends like he is surprised, and says “Oh, well I guess you caught me!! Do you uh,… like me back?” He has a stupidly large grin on his face as he waits for them to answer.

Strong: He blinks a bit, then grins. He says he did mention to the old human that he liked crushing things a lot and that sole was the best person to crush with. He doesn’t realize there’s a different interpretation of the word crush. The sole laughs and says they enjoy crushing with him as well, and the two of them go off to find some raiders to crush.

X6-88: He hasn’t had much experience with Mama Murphy, so she’s an unknown. He says that her capabilities seem strange. He has never been one for playing games or lying, so he immediately admits that he has been having romantic feelings for the sole survivor, and that he is curious and confused as to why and how he has these feelings for them. He doesn’t quite understand the feelings, so sole tries their best to explain them to him. Afterwards starts to understand, and he asks them if they reciprocate his “crush”.

Toshiya interview Ongaku to hito Feb 2014

The tour bus broke down on your American tour. It seemed tough.

Toshiya: Yeah… But well it wasn’t the first time we’ve had trouble on an overseas tour and we weren’t like “ahh, what should we do?!?…” However because of it we had to miss out on one of our shows. Luckily though, that venue was free the next day as well so we were able to move it to the next day and play then.

So for the band how was 2013? including those kinds of troubles.

Toshiya: Hmm… It’s not a very original way of saying it but it was like we confirmed our foundations, that kind of year.

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Saying someone looks good in Japanese - appendix

Today I learned from my Japanese friend that when complimenting a girl’s スタイル in Japanese, you are not complimenting their ‘style’ but rather their body. I’m lead to believe that this does not have the same sexual implication as it does in English (ie. saying a girl has ‘a good body’ is rather innocent in Japanese if said using the word スタイル).

I find this pretty perplexing because in English, ‘style’ would be used to refer to a girl’s clothes, hair, make-up etc, whereas in Japanese it has nothing to do with any of the that and instead refers only to the body itself, and its shape.

Things like this constantly remind me that using English words in Japanese katakana is not a surefire way of getting your point across or being understood. On the contrary, since many words’ meanings are actually different in Japanese despite being borrowed from English, you may have to treat such words as not being English at all, but just more Japanese vocabulary for you to learn.

anonymous asked:

Apparently Disney can very powerful and meaningful and life-changing to people of ALL ages, until you open up a discussion about representation. Then "they're just a bunch of princess movies for kids jfc stop taking them so seriously"

Pretty much. What always perplexes me is the fact that so many people will add things like “OMG it’s a kid’s movie”  or “stop taking it so seriously” when it adds nothing to the discussion. Especially considering that it’s totally optional to ignore the things you don’t like on this website.

And the people who usually write this are people who are either a) folks who really don’t know any better b) people who haven’t been introduced to media ethics/study/production c) teenagers and young adults too involved in nostalgia to realize that entertainment as a whole is manipulative/biased or d) just ignorant people who don’t want to think about what they or others consume, so they feel threatened if someone hints at something possibly insidious in what they like.

-pik

ridickulouslyawesome  asked:

Artie... WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH THESE BABY STEVEN MEMES! I KEEP ON SEEING THEM EVERYWHERE AND EVERYTIME I SEE ONE I SEE THEM TAGGING YOU!! wtf did you start this?

Cartoon Network posted an ad for Sunday Steven rerun marathons and one of the images was a screencap of Rose from “We Need to Talk” with baby Steven from “Steven’s Birthday” photoshopped over the microphone. We don’t know why CN decided to put that image in their ad (even the crew is pretty perplexed by it!) but it got a lot of people momentarily excited (or scared of a spoiler) and then disappointed

In response, @whatjamesdrawws suggested making “baby Steven photoshopped into character’s hands” a meme, I made a couple, then other people started making them and now there’s a whole bunch. And thus a meme was born!

Folks are tagging me ‘cause I made the transparent baby Steven that a lot of people are using to make them (also maybe tagging it so I’ll reblog it)

german-italian-ties  asked:

Hey! I'm curious to hear how ppl usually make Germany OOC in your opinion. Whether it be in fanfics or in rps. I used to rp (kinda want to get back into rping again) as him and he's my fav character so I guess I'm asking for advice on writing him.

uh. wow. sure gonna take me some time to reply to this.

Well, first of all, Germany is awkwardly stoic. Remember to make him stoic, since he obviously isn’t all that friendly and has a hard time to open up to people who he doesn’t consider his friends. Hell, he’s even stoic around his best friends, but that’s when you can get slightly less agitated.

It takes a lot to make him smile, not to mention laugh, or cry. He’s a man with a lot of self control that probably sees his emotions as a weakness and prefers to hide them. That’s why his embarrassment only causes him more embarrassment. 

I personally have a hc that he’s got anger management issues.

When we’re talking about romantic interests, well, Germany hasn’t really any experience with any of that. He probably never kissed anyone, and was raised in a strict environment in which he was probably struggling to meet with his brothers’ expectations and bare their teasing. He probably wasn’t exposed to lots of loving gestures from his family. So he’ll get pretty perplexed and flustered whenever people he wants affection from do give him affection; he’s not used to it. not at all.

Though if someone he dislikes / has no interest in tries to hit on him he’ll dismiss them right away. He only lets people who he trusts to get close to him, and it’s very difficult to get his honest trust. 

Germany would never initiate anything, at least not without doing a throughout inspection of every possible aspect and outcome of that. He’s extremely cautious when it’s something that could have an immense effect on his life. He’s too anxious and afraid to act on his own so recklessly. He’d do so only if he feels like it’s his last resort.

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