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An Arranged Marriage Chapter 2

Dean Winchester x Reader

1800 Words

Story Summary: An AU of sorts. Where hunter’s have communities, and arrange marriages for their young. Y/N is from the Northwest region, arranged to marry Dean, from the midwest region.

Catch Up Here: Chapter 1

Dean’s POV

Sitting there, in the dark interior of the Impala, I couldn’t keep my eyes off the women curled into the corner of the back seat. She was still wearing her plain wedding dress, her fingers nervously picking at the hem as she stared out the window.

“Y/N, I know this marriage wasn’t of your choosing either. I just want you to know that I’m not going to expect a real marriage. I won’t force you into anything you don’t want. You can have your own room, and if, after a couple of days you still feel the need, you can leave. I won’t come after you, I won’t force you to stay. I want you to be happy, and if that includes staying with us, then you are more than welcome to.” I found myself saying, watching as her wide gaze landed on mine through the rear-view mirror. She hadn’t said much the entire day, and I didn’t blame her either.

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Student Council Prez [2]

Episode 1 - Episode 2 - Episode 2.5 OR Episode 3
Words: 3918
Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, High School!Au

“You. are. insane.” Min Yoongi shouts to the sky in absolute exasperation.

The both of you are lying on the rocks of a river bank, next to a cycling park and far from the bridge. Your clothes and hair are drenched, the occasional person shooting the two of you odd looks as they pass on their bike but most importantly, you can’t hear any police sirens.

With the adrenaline slowing down and your heartbeat steadying, you can only choke out some laughter in utter disbelief at the crazy events. Maybe you’ve gone really insane.

Yoongi sits up, narrowing his eyes at you. “So you’re a drug dealer?”

“I’d prefer to go by…medication distributer.” You grin, rising to a seated position.

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Endless Summer - Chapter Two

Pairing: David (Camp Camp) x Reader

Word Count: 1,470

(Chapter One)

Author’s Note: I am living vicariously through this fic because it is winter in Australia (although ‘winter’ is hardly the right word for it). I am absolutely loving writing this and I have the entire basic plot line planned out! Will hopefully have a chapter out every week until it finishes :) 

You were sitting alone in the mess hall, hands clasped around the mug radiating out the warmth from the coffee within. It was early - not even David was awake - but you had always loved waking up to watch the sunrise.

That’s why you hadn’t noticed the footsteps walking up behind you, and why the small cough caused you to jolt, sending droplets of scalding coffee spilling over your hands and wrists. You stopped yourself swearing, not wanting to set a bad example for who you assumed was a young camper, unable to sleep because of one reason or another.

Grabbing a thin napkin, you wiped off the coffee and turned around - a smile plastered on your face as you waited to solve whatever problem the mysterious camper had.

“Max?!” You were taken aback when you saw the cynical ten year old himself standing in front of you. “Is something wrong?” Immediately your mind jumped to the worst conclusions: Max had hurt himself, he was homesick, he woke up and everyone was missing.

“No… No.” He shook his head and couldn’t bring himself to meet your eyes. “I just need to ask you a fucking question, okay? And you have to promise to not speak a word of this to anyone. Especially not fuckin’ David.”

“Of - of course, Max. My lips are sealed.” You knew even approaching you this close to the start of camp was a big step for Max, and probably the reason why he chose to do it during the early hours of the morning.

“Were you, um, were you serious?” Max lifted his eyes up to meet yours, finally at eye level as he stood in front of your sitting figure.

“Serious when, Max?” Your brows were furrowed in concern for the young child, your nurturing instincts taking precedence over any logical thought.

“When you said you were a musician.” The strength and bite of his voice had petered off with that last sentence, replaced with what you thought was genuine curiosity.

“Yes!” You jumped up to your feet with overwhelming enthusiasm. Max stepped back in response, looking at you with an air of hesitancy. Apologising, not because you were sorry, but because you wanted to placate Max, you sat back down; ensuring you were once again at eye level with Max. “Any particular reason you wanted to know?”

“I just wondered if you’d, y’know, help me with it? Music, I mean.” You couldn’t bring yourself to speak, eyes wide and mouth stretched into a smile. All you could do was nod, stopping yourself from wrapping your arms around the kid and holding him close. “Fuck, you’re just as weird as David.” He moaned, massaging his temples with a free hand.

“Oh come on Max, David’s not that bad.” You had smiled at the mere thought of David - though you blamed it solely on the opportunity Max had presented you with.

“Uh huh.” He deadpanned, clearly losing interest. “Well, I’d appreciate if you’d get me out of literally every stupid ass activity David plans this summer.”

“Max, if you’re willing to listen to me and participate in at least three things David asks, you got yourself a deal.” Sticking out your right hand you waited for Max to reciprocate the action.

“I like the way you negotiate, Y/N.” Despite the lack of emotion (aside from annoyance) on Max’s face, he placed his hand in yours, shaking firmly. “But I swear to whatever god there is, if you so much as breathe a word of this to David I will run into the woods just to deliberately find a bear I can lead back to camp.”

“I look forward to it, Max.” Somehow you couldn’t wipe the grin off your face, the possibilities arising with the opportunity you were given to spend the extra time bonding with Max seemed to be endless. “Any specific areas you want to work on? Playing an instrument, singing, writing songs…?” You trailed off, reaching behind you to resume drinking your lukewarm cup of coffee.

“I…” Max looked over both his shoulders and leaned in closer to you, dropping the volume of his voice, “I want to be able to… Fuck, this is the lamest thing in the world, but, I want to be able to express how I feel? Through songs. Actually, you know what, forget about it. Just forget I mentioned it entirely, Y/N.”

“No!” You reached out as Max began to turn around and walk away, grabbing onto his shoulder. “Max, I won’t forget about it, ever. I’ll help you with whatever you want, trust me.” You met his bright eyes with yours, and you could see a remaining shred of hope that had been untarnished by Max’s cynicism.

“Hey, thanks, Y/N.” Max’s hands returned deep into his pockets and he inclined his head slightly to indicate his thanks.

“We’ll make this your best summer ever, Max. The two of us together, okay?”

“Yeah. Uh, together.” His voice cracked on the last word, as if Max wasn’t used to saying it out loud. He coughed and stood slightly off to the side, awkwardly waiting for you to suggest the next step.

Little did you or Max know, David had been standing behind the closed door, for he cared too much about Max to let him wander off unsupervised. His smile had faltered when he realised Max would go to you for anything before even gracing David with ten seconds of eye contact - but in David’s mind, Max reaching out to anyone, at all, for help was better than nothing.

Hearing not only Max’s insecurity in himself but also his want for an outlet for his emotions, David could hardly stop himself bursting into the room to sweep Max off his feet and scooping him into a hug. But your way with words, the comfort you just seemed to radiate, he had managed to contain himself: simply satisfied with listening to your voice as you started to sing.

He let his eyes drift shut as the soothing tone of your voice filtered through the semi-shut door of the mess hall: his head dipped back and he sighed with happiness, picturing you singing next to a smiling Max.

David stood there until he could no longer hear your melodic voice, deciding that knocking and entering the mess hall would be the best plan of action.

“Why good morning, Y/N and Max!” David smiled as he made his way to the pair of you - one smiling and the other scowling.

“Morning David!” You replied with the same level of enthusiasm, beaming ear to ear as he walked up to you.

“Fuck off, David.” Max greeted David in his own way, the mood he was in whilst you were singing had completely dissipated.

“Oh, Max. Watch your language around such pretty - uh, preppy lady counsellors!” David’s ears began to turn a shade of light red as he blushed, the slip up caught by an ever watchful Max.

“Yeah, whatever David.” He rolled his eyes and began walking to the door of the mess hall. “See ya Y/N.”

“Bye Max! I promise this will be the best darn summer ever!” You waved with vigour at Max’s retreating form, turning back to a still-blushing David.

“I heard what Max asked, by the way.” David stage whispered out of the side of his mouth, swinging one leg over the bench you were sitting on.

“Shoot. And I promised Max you wouldn’t find out.” With furrowed brows you took your bottom lip in between your teeth, chewing on it. As soon as you had gained some semblance of trust from Max, it seemed as though you were going to lose it immediately.

“It’s not like… You told me, Y/N. If anything, it was my fault - Max’ll blame anything and everything on me anyways.” A comfortable weight rested on your shoulder as David placed a hand there, letting it linger for longer than considered normal between professional colleagues.

“Thank you, David. I hope that this might be my chance to actually get through to Max, you know? I just feel that he has this heart of gold beneath those hundreds of layers of sarcasm.” Resting your head in your hands you released the tension you had through a sigh.

“Y/N, you’re the best dang counsellor I know! I believe in you and all your many, varied talents - Max is lucky he’s got such a wonderful counsellor in you.” A small smile graced David’s face and you enveloped him in a tight hug.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You murmured into David’s shoulder, unable to see the expression of pure happiness that had found its way onto his face as the two of you sat there, intertwined.

Things My Friend Said While Watching Yuri!!! on ICE

-“I’m gonna have an entire stroke”

-“Fail! Fail! Fail! Fail!” @ Yurio during Hot Spring on Ice.

-“Oh my God Oh My God I’m gonna kill all the ad companies and then I’m gonna die” every time a commercial happened (we were using Crunchyroll)

-“I’m just going to entirely die”

-“Oh my god I’m gonna punch something” @ commercials

-“He’s very drama” @ Georgi’s short program

-“They have such pointy hands”

-“I want to be as extra as this show. That’s my goal in life”

-After the kiss™ she just sat there covering her mouth and squealing for ten minutes

-“You’re literal worst! Are you from North Korea?” @ Seunggil throwing shade at Sala

-“He’s Fuzzy” @ Emil’s beard

-“Grow one singular chill, JJ”

Love Triumphs Part 17: Panels

Jared Padalecki x Reader

1100 Words

Story Summary: AU (I love Gen, and love her with Jared.) Jared and Gen have split up, but are still friendly. You, the Reader have recently started acting on Supernatural, and have fallen in love with Jared. Both of you get hate due to the fact that you are much younger than he is.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

“Y/N, you’ll be fine.” Richard told you as he rubbed your back soothingly. “It’s just a panel. It will go by faster than you can blink, and then you can come back here and hang out with me some more. Jared keeps you to himself way too much.”

“Thanks. I just…I don’t know.” You muttered, not wanting him to know how much the idea of being in front of your fans was unnerving you. Especially after last night, and those two fans who had made it their mission to make you miserable.

As you readied yourself to head out on the stage, your phone buzzed in your pocket. Pulling it out, you relaxed a little seeing Jared’s name. “Getting groped by a bunch of female fans. Hope your panel goes smoothly. Can’t wait to finish what we started this morning.”

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Is it just me, or am I the only one that suffers and is pained to the point where I swear I can feel it physically whenever I happen to come across any an//ti-Tony Stark post? I mean, really, did no one watch any of the Iron Man movies? Did no one look in depth into what he was doing at all, and for what reasons he was doing it? (and I’m needing to keep this general, considering everyone seems to blame him for everything feasibly possible, even things that are stupid as all fuck to blame him for.)

I’m just so confused as to how a group of people out there can be so stupid, I guess? And yes, I’m being that straight and to the point about it, because there is no “That’s your opinion, this is my opinion” shit. There are the options of LOGICAL or ILLOGICAL, and I can assure you that those on the an//ti-Tony Stark side are falling into the latter category. Their arguments on why Tony is a ‘villain’ or an ‘antagonist’ lack sense, logic, and overall, are clouded with disillusioned bias and idiocy. I mean, come on, saying Tony was being abusive to Peter when all he’s been doing is being a mentor for him? Saying he’s oppressive, because he had the training wheels program and surveillance monitoring Peter? No, no, that’s called CARING. Why do I support that idea, you ask? Why would he go to such extremes? It doesn’t make sense for him to be like that, you say.

I’ll tell you why. What would you do if there’s a fifteen year old kid you care about running around Queens trying to be a hero like others he looks up to? You’d watch them, make sure they’re not getting into trouble, but you know you can’t stop them from trying to go out and be a hero, so you do the best damn thing you can, and that’s offering them more protection than any hooded jumper-pants-goggles combo ever could. Tony made Peter a suit to protect him because he cares about Peter. He wants Peter to be BETTER than he ever was, to not have to make the same mistakes Tony ever did. It’s mentorship at its finest, and if you can’t accept that, there is something severely wrong with how you perceive Tony Stark.

Tony Stark is the most intricate character in the MCU. He is. Why? Because we’ve seen him go through hell. Again, and again, and again, and him trying to fix things, trying to make things better, through his company, and an Avenger, through the Accords and through mentoring Peter. He’s made as many mistakes as any HUMAN person would do. Tony Stark is the most human fucking character I’ve ever seen, the most heroic and selfless. If you believe he’s anything but, then you’re allowing yourself to believe in lies instead of truth, really, you are. You’re so deep in denial you don’t even know it. Stop being biased. Stop lying to yourself. Stop being so stubborn, take a step back and just look for a minute. I reiterate, take a step back and notice how much pain Tony suffers through. How much he cares for all those he comes into contact with.

If he’s such a villain, why would he shut down all creations of weapons he thought he was making to protect his country? (No, he didn’t sell them off to terrorists, you idiots, my god, did you pay attention in Iron Man 1? That was OBADIAH. Jesus. The fact I have to include that is proof of how illogical an//ti’s arguments are.) Surely if he was as villainous as he’s accused of being, he’d keep it going, regardless of what he saw in Afghanistan, right? It’s what a playboy, a narcissist, a billionaire only caring about himself would do, right? But it’s not what happened. Nope. He shut it down, because he realised the legacy his father had passed onto him was corrupt. So Tony moved on to creating clean energy, technology, and generally assisting with tech that would better human lives.

If he’s such a villain, surely he’d not want to sign the Accords either, because he doesn’t want to be monitored? He surely would have wanted a ZERO ACCOUNTABILITY system so he didn’t have to ask to cross borders. So he wouldn’t have to care about collateral damage. He wouldn’t have wanted to create Ultron either, the idea that was to be a protector of the earth to help their efforts in keeping the earth safe now they were aware of alien threats? (Fun fact- Tony was not the only creator of Ultron in the movies. Wanda was too. As was Bruce. Extra fun fact. In the comics, Ultron isn’t even Tony’s creation.)

If Tony is such a villain, why would he have flown a nuke that would have wiped out an entire city and created nuclear fall out that would have lasted decades in that area and the surrounds out into space, therefore knowingly sacrificing his own life? These are just a few things you try to make Tony seem like a villain for doing.

These are just a few things that have been driven by the terror and pain Tony has experienced, by the hands of the ten rings, his team, Wanda and the like.

If Tony didn’t care, why is it that his worst fear is seeing all of his team mates dead? Why would he fear he would live and they wouldn’t? Why would it be his fault in his mind?

Because Tony always feels like it’s his fault, every life lost, every accident made. Tony cares that much that he beats himself down. ‘He only does things when guilt driven!!’ No. He feels guilt yes, and for good reason, because guilt is knowing that he couldn’t save someone, and he knows that’s not good enough. That this lead to this. Causation and causality, and Tony feels guilt because he wasn’t good enough, wasn’t quick enough, wasn’t smart enough. Why would anyone who doesn’t care feel guilty? I know a narcissist wouldn’t give a shit unless it was about themselves, so this guilt he’s experiencing only serves to express Tony cares the most out of anyone. Seeing this? I don’t understand why anyone can think Tony anything but what he actually is.

A hero. A mentor. A selfless human being, who feels more than he wants to show, because he’s been hurt so badly. Stark men are made of iron, and Tony tries to be strong, but like everyone….Tony Stark is human. And Tony Stark definitely has a heart.

AU? AU. #12

Every fucking year.

Every. Fucking. Year.

The House next door is always trying to one-up Levi in Halloween decor. When Levi adds a pumpkin, the neighbour adds a jack-o-lantern. When Levi adds cobwebs to the bushes, the neighbour adds cobwebs to the front door and that dumbass light that shines spiders onto the side of the house. When Levi adds small ghosts that post into the ground, the neighbour adds large inflatable ghosts that light up and move.

Levi. Can’t. Win.

It’s a constant battle of who can decorate the more ridiculous looking Spooky House. It’s something he himself prepares for all 364 other days of the year. He’s buying Halloween decorations in April to be ready. He spares no expense on stocking his arsenal of Spooky Shit. His friends buy him Halloween props for his birthday and Christmas. He will do anything to win. This fight has been going on and only ever truly mattering in the month of October. They both seem to agree that Halloween is the one true Holiday and all others come second.

But, he has never met his neighbour.

They’ve been doing this waltz back and forth for about five years now. Levi had never worked up the bother to greet his new neighbour from five years ago and the new neighbour never worked up the bother to introduce them-self. Hanji keeps insisting that Levi make an effort to at least greet his arch-nemesis before assuming the worst of them. Erwin thinks Hanji and he should stay out of Levi’s crazy business because no one is hurt from a little ‘friendly’ competition.

“Levi, you know. I think your neighbour is just trying to poke some fun at you! Whoever they are, they seem to be pretty creative. You two should meet! I bet you two would get along great!” Hanji’s main goal in life, no-the actual reason she was born, was to find and annoy Levi for the rest of his life. Which is why, nine times out of ten, he ignores everything she says. Now was one of those times.

“Hanji, I’m sure Levi is just playfully competing with his neighbour. There is no reason to force an introduction on them. Besides, if they were to meet, Levi’s never-ending ‘shit jokes library’ might scare them away.” Erwin was truly a voice of reason, what would he do without Erwin around to stop Hanji from doing all the crazy shit she does?

“Call it whatever you two fucking want. The cocksucker next door is purposely copying me, but modifying the decorations so it’s only slightly better. It’s really starting to piss me off. Five fucking years of this bullshit. Who do they think they are?” Levi doesn’t really fucking care either way. Or so he says. But if he was being honest, he was starting to get a little curious about his neighbour.

So like any sane person.
Levi starts stalking the neighbour’s house.

He suddenly has cameras and telescopes set up in the rooms facing the neighbour’s Home. He goes through hours of footage every day trying to catch a glimpse of the elusive neighbour, only ever seeing the back of the male’s head. Levi started keeping a log of when the neighbour leaves and when he comes back, who usually visits his house, when he’s awake and when he sleeps. He even catches him adding new decorations from time to time, but never enough to have distinguishable features other than “dark hair”. It pisses Levi off so much to the point where he -almost- considers baking an appropriate fall dish to bring over and introduce himself with.

But that means baking and talking to people.
Which is way too much torture for Levi to handle, talk about Spooky.

And even though the closer to fall it gets, the colder the weather becomes, Levi finds himself spending more time outside. On his porch, on the ladder hanging decorations, raking the leaves, cleaning the gutters, literally any excuse to find a moment to wave or catch the neighbour leaving his home. He’s even gotten a better look at Brownie’s friends.

(Yes, Levi has officially given the neighbour a very creative nickname. He is very proud of this nickname. Levi knows the neighbour’s hair is brown. And so Brownie it is.)

The two most common are a small blonde with a very coconut hairstyle and the other is a taller raven-ette, who seemingly never parts from the red scarf around her neck. He’s waved twice at them and both times the Blondie noticed.

So clearly Levi is making great progress.


“Eren?” Armin called out to his longtime best friend, waiting for Mikasa to enter the mudroom before gently closing the door shut behind her. “Eren! We’re here! We’ve got those very specific items you requested.”

“And a pie,” Mikasa added, making sure to thank Armin for being such a gracious gentlemen. Her voice wasn’t nearly as sing song-y as his, but it was powerful for how soft and light it was. Definitely loud enough to hear if you were paying attention. Soon enough they made their way out into the kitchen, still noticing a strange lack of their best friend. Mikasa continues on, placing the pie on the small island counter, removing it from the plastic bag and even reaching for some plates and forks. Armin decides to follow suit, placing the paper bag (holding said “requested” items) down on the kitchen table away from the baked treat-just waiting to be eaten. He goes towards the fridge and opens the left panel to grab a can of whipped cream, returning to Mikasa’s side and taking the small plate she had made holding a delicately cut pie slice. He started adding a generous helping of whip cream to the top and took a fork with him on his way to the living room.

“Eren, where are you hiding?” He more muttered to himself than anything, making sure to use careful and strategically wide steps when manoeuvring through the living room. A large amount of yet to be hung Halloween decor was sprawled out everywhere. Black cats and witches hats. Skeleton hands and tombstone heads. All the cheesiest and spookiest sounding things you could think up. Armin’s quest for Eren admittedly didn’t last very long, when from underneath a pile of fake cobwebs Eren’s hand jutted out to grab Armin’s ankle.

And thus: the world record for the loudest pitched scream ever was broken.

Armin gracefully kicked at the pile of webs hitting Eren straight in the jaw. The loud groan that happened shortly after then singled to Armin that 'Oh. That was Eren. I just kicked Eren.’ And he proceeded to have a calm, mini freak out. Eren emerged from the pile rubbing his jaw harshly with a look of pure betrayal.

“Armin, what the fuck.” He didn’t seem very amused and quite frankly, neither did Armin. Eren’s body, from head to toe, was completely covered in orange and black glitter, clearly preparing the Halloween decorations was the only thing he had been up to all day. Or, up in all day? His friends were pretty impressed. Eren had come far in the last few years, his books were selling well-especially the horror/thriller genre series he was currently working on. And in being so grateful for all the good reviews and surprising success, he had suddenly decided to devote most of his days to intense research on all things that bump and thump in the night. He was now a media proclaimed “Steven King-esque artist” and proudly lives up to that title. “All I did was grab your ankle and try to scare you a little Armin, no need to kick me.” He gave a smug little smile to his best friend, knowing how badly Armin’s jumps get when he’s scared. It’s telling that Eren still decided to go ahead with the prank anyway, obviously not taking into account of any consequences.

“Eren. I come to your house after getting a phone call from you about needing 'an incredibly important list of items’ and out of the kindness of my heart, off I go, running errands for you. I even bring you surprise pie. And this is how you treat me?” The look of disappointment on Armin’s face could only be compared in likeness to that of a disappointed pet owner, whose pet decided that yes it was absolutely acceptable to start eating the corner of the couch. In the surprise attack, the pie did come out only slightly scathed, the beautiful fluffy tower of whipped cream had toppled over landing in a small 'plop’ onto the side of the plate.


So I made a website on Foodfight! for class.







Horrible Animation!

Witness the shocking visuals!

Corporate Espionage!

Unlikely theft, or scandalous lie?


Experience one man’s shortcomings!


The disaster of a movie, Foodfight!, has developed a following as one of the worst animated movies to have existed.

Not only did it take more than a whole ten years to make, it had a 45,000,000 budget, and only made $73,706 at the box office.

The film was a massive failure, with a lot riding on it during production. The studio planned on making toys, lots of merch, a cereal brand based off of the characters, and even a Foodfight! on ice show.

Now, the animators who worked on this won’t even put it on their resumes.

Explore the rest of the site to discover just what the hell this movie is.

“It needs to be 30% better.”~Lawrence Kasanoff, Director

  • $45,000,000 Budget
  • 10+ years
  • 1.7 on IMDb
  • $73,706 at the box office


One day, producer at Threshold: Lawrence Kasanoff, or Larry, saw Toy Story and were inspired. “What if, instead of familiar toys, we made a film with familiar brand names that you’d find in the grocery store?” he pondered. Well, he expected the Wreck-It Ralph of grocery products (or rather, Casablanca, seeing as how there are numerous references in the film), but instead, we got an apparent case of “corporate espionage” in 2002 (which I personally think is a coverup for Larry spilling his drink on the hard drives), and then, “Foodfight!”.

Those working under Kasanoff, found him very… peculiar in his directing. Animators would get orders from him like “make this more awesome,” or “make this 30% better,” and often treated scenes as if they were live action, telling the animators to do “another take,” implying he didn’t exactly know how animation even worked.

A lot can be said about the director and his role in how bad the film is. It was his desicion to use motion-capture animation, while still trying to keep the Loony-Toons-esk “squash and stretch” style, even though that’s comparable to using a philips-head screwdriver for a flat-head screw. This is also why everyone emotes like C-3PO, and has a near-dead, lifeless stare.

God help me, I researched all this

Screened capped cause it’ll be gone by the end of the semester

anonymous asked:

Is the Dragon Ball community really that awful? I'm part of the latinamerican fandom and we're all good.

Admittedly, I’m talking mostly about the parts of the Western fandom I’ve seen. I have heard a lot of good things about the Latin American fandom, so I believe you that it’s more accepting and friendly on that front, and the Japanese fandom from what I’ve seen is pretty chill, as are a lot of fans in more Eastern countries.

When it comes to the American and European communities though… yeah, it’s pretty bad. Some places are better or worse than others, but there’s a lot of bile I’ve seen in this fandom since I started taking more notice of things. I’ve seen people harassed, insulted and hounded on this website for the simple “Crime” of liking Goku, Chichi or especially having Gochi as their favourite pairing.

I’ve seen tons of sexist, occasionally racist comments on streams of Super episodes, and in YouTube comments sections that I won’t mention. I’ve seen tons of nonsensical arguments for hating on certain parts of the franchise, mostly character and story related stuff, and people who react violently or just acting like rude idiots constantly trying to move the goalposts when someone tries to have a reasonable discussion trying to use logic to explain why they’re maybe not real problems.

I’ve seen people send death threats to the people behind death battles for the results of the Superman vs Goku fight, people who literally think that the abridged series is canon and actually try to push it’s characterisation’s as more true than the actual series. I’ve seen fans of Goku get called everything from brain dead morons, to tasteless idiots, to MORALLY DEFICIENT. I remember one anon ask that was being sent over and over to Goku fans inboxes last year telling them that Goku was a selfish monster for “Letting” Goten and Trunks die when Kid buu blew up the world and “Selfishly” saving Mr Satan and Dende instead. Despite the fact that Goku was in a hurry to transport the group out of there right before Kid Buu blew everything up, and he reacted on instinct when Mr Satan cried out for help and acted without thinking, not really having time to save Goten and Trunks. Something he was immediately horrified by and ashamed of. And as a result of this, anyone who likes Goku should not be allowed to have children.

Yeah, this jerk went around telling fans that they don’t deserve to ever be parents… for liking a fictional character. And that’s a tame one, go around asking any of the most notable tumblr Gochi fans and they’ll link you at LEAST ten examples of hate messages they’ve received right off the bat. People go to any lengths to insult and demonize Gochi fans, insist they’re being selfish and attacking people who like other ships when Gochi fans call out their poor treatment, and the worst of the lot go to great lengths to pelt them with reasons for why their ship is garbage and that the characters totally aren’t really in love.

Fans of Krillin, Yamcha and any other human characters that aren’t at the level of strength of the super saiyan characters are EXPECTED to put up with people mocking and deriding their favourite characters and trying to erase or dismiss their achievements, and any attempts by those characters fans to explain why they think they’re well written and likeable and cool in their own right are at best dismissed, at worst met with backlash. Heck, I’ve seen people get outright OFFENDED at the mere idea of Krillin being able to put up any kind of a fight against anyone in Super, even Frieza’s grunts, and trying to insist that any of his accomplishments “Don’t count” or that they’re automatically bad writing because “Krillin’s supposed to be worthless”

Heck, the fact that a large chunk of the fandom seems to care more about power levels than the characters or anything to do with the writing of the series and insisting that they’re the ONLY deciding factor in which character would win in a fight, despite the whole point of power levels since their introduction being that they were an unreliable method of determining someone’s fighting prowess, should tell you where people’s priorities lie.

I myself have gotten angry messages calling me brain dead, morally bankrupt and a pathetic shill for liking DBS and Goku. Just a few weeks ago, someone sent me an ask claiming one of my friends on this site sent him to deliver the insults he had for me for liking the former, something we were both gobsmacked by.

And this is just scraping the surface. There’s plenty more I could go into detail about, and plenty of other problems I’m sure are out there that I’m just unaware of because I’m really cautious around this fandom now and don’t want to delve too far into the depths of it’s toxic corners.

The fandom does have a ton of good people in it, I’ve made some good friends in the community and there are plenty of reasonable, friendly and intelligent people here. It’s just that the toxic attitudes and people are loud, hard to avoid and occasionally get overbearing, and things only seem to keep getting worse over time to the point I’ve seen good natured fans turned off from interacting with people in regards to Dragon Ball or just turned off the franchise entirely because they can’t stand how people act.

You’re lucky you live in a part of the world and a community where Dragon Ball overall is more respected and it’s fandom much more welcoming and laid back. In many of the parts I and people I know have wandered into online, things are PRETTY bad. I wouldn’t call it the worst fandom, I don’t know what is and I hope I never find out personally, but as a whole it’s a mess of a community that can get really frustrating to be a part of.

Nothing Like The Rain

Pairing: Y/N/Rommate!Michael

Rating: PG-All

Request: Yes 

Words: 1.600+

Summary: Michael is a worrying mess when you aren’t home at the typical time after work and there’s a storm outside. But when finally seeing you come through the door all wet from the rain it revolves in hot chocolate and cute cuddles. 

“We’d prefer people to stay inside as we still don’t have situation over the weather. Trees might fall apart along with cars crashing because of the slippy streets. In case of blackout remember to prepare candles along with warm blankets to survive through the night.”

Michael leaned forward with a disappointed look on his face, his lips pursed and his eyebrows furrowing. Those weren’t the exact news he wished and wanted to hear when turning on the TV for the updates, and he leaned forward to turn down the volume.

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claralaclarividente  asked:

i want the K

WELL my good sir/ma’am/gentleperson YOU HAVE COME TO THE RIGHT PLACE

it turned out long oops

Send me ‘I want the K’

7. Romantic Kiss

Chat took a deep, steadying breath and turned to his partner, pulling his feet from over the edge of the roof and sitting on them, tea-ceremony-style. He rested his hands on his knees.


She looked away from the skyline, kicking her heels, sunlight caught in her hair and her eyelashes. “Yeah?”

“I want to kiss you.”

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anonymous asked:

Amongst all the crazy reasons behind sakura and sasusaku hate? What are your top ten most stupid and hilarious ones and why? (PS I've been sending this to many pro ss and sakura fans)

There honestly isn’t a top ten because every single hate about SS/Sakura is completely stupid and hilarious lol I honestly can say I have never seen legitimate hate against either, it’s usually twisting scenes and making up shit so everything, but obviously Karin being Sarada’s mother was the worst they came out with, all over glasses lmao! which reminds me never forget the person who said that the proof that Karin is the mother is that she is female like Sarada, if that doesn’t tell you how dumb these people are I don’t know what will lol. 

jeremichal  asked:

ayy, for the prompt thingy: tyvan, one of them putting snow down the others pants <3


Snow crunched beneath his feet as he stalked towards his prey, back hunched, and snow balled up in his gloved hands, smirking wickedly to himself as he slowly approached his unexpecting victim. Evan knew that if he were anyone else, then they wouldn’t get away with what he was about to do to Tyler, but Evan had known him since they were ten and dated him since they were nineteen, and knew full well that Tyler had developed enough of a soft spot for him that the worst he’d ever be able to bring himself to do to him would be tackling him into the snow, and tickling and kissing him until he couldn’t breathe.

And maybe that consequence was one he’d enjoyed the thought of so much that it was the reason he was even tugging at the back of Tyler’s jeans and shoving snow into his pants to begin with, and the reason why he didn’t even try to outrun him when Tyler started cursing him out, choosing instead to grin proudly as he half jogged away, laughing over his shoulder as Tyler hopped around frantically before giving chase. 

"It was a normal day in the tower..."

Recently, I’ve been on a hunting expedition for new fic to read in the Teen Titans fandom, and it’s been an interesting experience. I’ve learned a lot about our writers and about what they choose to write about. Mostly, I’m impressed with the skill and detail of most of the stories I’ve read, however, out of the fifteen or so fics I started, at least ten of them started with this line. 

I am so, so sorry friends, but this is quite possibly the worst line ever. It really is. And let me explain just a few reasons on why this is a terrible opener:

  • Normal is a default setting. When we open a book or a story, our lives are already normal, and we are living it. No one wants to read about normal experiences, that’s why we pick up a book.
  • It’s absolutely unnecessary. Even if you immediately follow this phrase with another kick, the damage has already been done. You’ve just started the story out on a “normal” step, and that’s not where we want things to be. The damage is worse when you write “it was a normal day” and then follow it with additional information concerning the “normal” things each of the Titans are doing (ex: walking silkie, watching tv, working on a car, etc.) Remember, “normal” is already a default setting in the readers’ mind. 
  • It’s a very, very overdone opener. As I said, ten out of the fifteen stories I invested my time in started this way, so the originality is lost.

I’ve committed this crime as well, so don’t think for a single instant that I’m turning a blind eye to my own faults. However, it’s very easy to fix and avoid this all together. Starting with action is not difficult, in fact, it’s probably the easiest way to spice up your story and pull readers in right off the get-go. Your first paragraph is your first time to introduce your story and your skills. Don’t waste it by starting off with “it was a normal day in the tower…”.

But, if you still find yourself tripping up and trying to start a story without falling back on old habits, here are starters and things you can describe instead:

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Ten Reasons Why Killing Kol Was One of the Worst Plot Twists in the History of TVD/TO

So, with all of the Kol gifs and metas flooding my dash on the first anniversary of our dearly departed’s death, I started to be reminded of all the reasons why it was such a truly terrible idea to kill him off. It’s been a full year and I still think it was one of the worst decisions they ever made for both TVD and TO, for all the reasons listed here.

1. He would have been the best antagonist for Klaus. While I admittedly find the dynamic between Klaus and Marcel to be interesting at times, there’s no question that Kol would have been a much better and more interesting adversary for Klaus. Not only was he somewhat equally matched in strength and (ironically) un-killability with Klaus, but he knows Klaus’ weaknesses better than almost anyone else. He knows how to manipulate Klaus, he knows the tactics Klaus uses to manipulate everyone else, and most importantly it would be borderline impossible for Klaus to manipulate Kol into doing what he wanted. Why? Because Klaus uses people’s loved ones against them in order to force them into submission, and literally everyone Kol loves Klaus loves more. Not only is he evenly matched with Klaus in almost every meaningful sense, Klaus wouldn’t be able to use his most important psychological weapon against him without damaging himself in the process. That is the kind of dynamic I’m interested in.

2. He has no set endgame. One of the most appealing aspects of Kol as a character is that he’s essentially a reckless maniac. He doesn’t seem to want anything in particular and he always seems to live and act in the moment. Now, one of the things I love about all of the other Mikaelsons is how deeply ingrained their personality traits are and how often these personality traits tend to bite them in the ass. But having such strongly developed characteristics makes their behavior considerably more predictable. And really the same goes for every other character on TO. Because the audience is already aware of the ultimate goals of each character we all already know what decisions they’ll make when faced with certain situations. With Kol there is no such predictability. Given how delicate the situation is in NO for almost everyone, having someone that powerful who is a complete wild-card would be a really interesting addition to the mix and give the writers a lot of great options for plot twists that the audience would genuinely not see coming.

3. He won’t fall in line with Klaus and the rest of his siblings. Again, I love the Mikaelson trio more than any other siblings in fiction. And I love how, when it comes down to brass tacks, they always have each other’s backs. But again, characterization like that always lends itself to a certain level of predictability that Kol’s presence would essentially eliminate (or at least put a really fascinating spin on). As we’ve already seen with the Silas plotline, Kol will disagree with his siblings if he disagrees, and he won’t negotiate when he decides on his course of action. Not only would this be interesting in terms of seeing an equally powerful vampire stand up against the trio, but it would create some really interesting dynamics between the trio themselves. I mean, it’s no surprise that they’ll side with each other against anyone else, but would Elijah and Rebekah so easily side with Klaus if it was against their own brother? Kol is probably the only person in existence who could rattle that “always and forever” eternal vow, and that is something I really want to see.

4. He has literally a millennium of unexplored history. I mean, this seems to me like the most obvious argument for his survival/resurrection. He has quite literally limitless narrative potential that has not once been explored (and barely mentioned) within TVD or TO. But aside from the obvious, he also has a millennium of life experience that differs from that of Klaus, Elijah, and Rebekah. The three of them have basically stuck together for the entire time, but it’s been implied that Kol spent significant periods of his life on his own, so his potential storylines don’t have to be limited by the canonical experiences of the other three.

5. He has a perspective on the Mikaelson family that differs from the one which we’ve already seen. It’s pretty clear that the main trio have been a trio since before they became vampires, they had already formed a little team within their family and therefore they have a shared perspective on what their family dynamic was like. Kol was obviously an outsider to this, so his experience within their family may have been completely different to that of the other three. As much as I think that Mikael and Esther truly were villainous assholes, I’d love to see a perspective on them that differs from the company line, so to speak (not to mention how much I’d love to see the main trio from an outsider’s perspective).

6. Despite the fact that he’s a reckless maniac, he actually seemed to have more common sense than the other three. I mean, he was 1000% correct with regard to his Silas paranoia, and he considered the potential ramifications of raising him instead of just looking at what he could potentially gain from it. In a show almost entirely populated by characters who are willing to get what they want at any cost, I think it would be really great to have someone who considers a situation as a whole instead of just seeing a means to their own ends.

7. The possibilities for his shenanigans would have been limitless because his siblings will never kill him. I mean, this one is pretty self-explanatory. No matter how far he pushes them they will never make the ultimate decision to kill him, and when you’re talking about three characters who literally can’t be killed then the only legitimate possible threat to them is someone they can’t, or won’t, kill.

8. Because Nathaniel Buzolic is awesome. Again, pretty self-explanatory.

9. Kol would have brought a really lively, interesting energy to TO. For the past few episodes I’ve really enjoyed the plot developments in TO, but I feel like the show sometimes gets bogged down by it’s own seriousness. The stakes are so high for everyone involved, so there isn’t a lot of room for levity amongst the existing characters. Kol by his nature was a very devil-may-care, impish little jerk, but he was a really fun character, and TO really lacks fun characters aside from Josh (but Kol had a much more malevolent sense of fun about him, something we’ve only really seen from Klaus on TO, and in very small doses).

10. Because this is a decision that can be undone, but it hasn’t been undone. I mean seriously, there is more than one potential loophole in the TVD/TO mythology that would allow Kol to be brought back to life, but as of now there’s been no indication of this actually happening. I still have a lot of hope that it will happen, but if it doesn’t then the writers really have made one of the worst narrative decisions for the show. TO is great without Kol, but it would be miles better with him. He’s not only a character with tons of potential, he’s a character that comes with an enormous fan base that would only grow by his addition to the show (I mean seriously, if there are this many people dedicated to him after his brief stint on TVD I can only imagine the kind of potential he has with more development). I mean, when you’re an Original in a show called The Originals you obviously belong there, but Kol would bring a hell of a lot more to TO than just the family name.

Let’s talk about Metal Gear Solid

If you haven’t heard, I’m finally playing these games

I already knew a lot about this series thanks to reviews, retrospectives, parodies, analyses, memes, and gifs of Ocelot twirling his stupid fucking gun. But I hadn’t played any of these games for longer than an hour. Metal Gear Solid 1 in particular felt like a game I knew everything about before even touching it. I mainly just played it instead of watching the cutscenes on YouTube as a refresher and skipping to its sequels because, hey, I already own it

But I realize now that all of that analysis I’ve seen is from people who’ve been playing Metal Gear games a long time. People who’ve gotten used to some of the games’ weird design choices and who overlook some of the touches I really appreciated. So I’m gonna talk about that stuff, rather than being the millionth person to say it’s cool that Psycho Mantis reads your memory card

People enjoyed my Broken Age review way back when, and I feel like I should do more writing like that. So that’s why I’m here to tell you all about this old-ass game everyone’s already played

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I'm Okay - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Lacrosse. Every boy wanted to be on the team, and every girl wanted to date them. It was the main sport at Beacon Hills High.Y/N watched as her boyfriend Stiles struggled to scoop the white ball into his stick. Y/N chuckled quietly. Stiles sucked, but for some reason Coach Finstock always put him on the team. Most people would be embarrassed that they are dating the worst player on the team, but Y/N felt the exact opposite. She loved watching Stiles play, he kept the team diverse and interesting. Y/N sat beside her best friend Lydia as they watched Beacon Hills face against another school from the area.

“I still don’t understand why you like Stiles!” Lydia sighed. “Grayson has had a crush on you forever and is like ten times cuter than Stiles!” Lydia always joked about Stiles and Y/N, when in reality, she would be just as sad as Y/N if the two had ever broken up.

  “You know you love us!” Y/N sung. Lydia laughed as both of them turned their attention back to the game. Stiles somehow managed to snag the ball and make a run for the other net. “Go Stiles!” Y/N cheered, standing up and started to clap. The opposing team’s defence refused to let Stiles pass, resulting in skinny Stiles being plowed to the ground by two much larger boys. Y/N gasped and pushed past people on the bleachers. She ran past Coach Finstock.

“Y/L/N, get the hell off the field!” He shouted. The ref didn’t stop the game, thinking Stiles wasn’t too badly hurt. But he was, Y/N could tell by the way he rolled over to his side. She rushed over to him, still continuing to ignore Coach’s screams.

“Stiles! Can you hear me?” Y/N asked calmly as she knelt down beside him. Stiles nodded his head slightly, wincing as he did so. “Where are you hurt?”

“My ankle.” He said quietly. Y/N looked at the ref, who had now stopped the game. Once she turned back to Stiles, she examined his ankle. Scott came rushing over.

“He’s hurt pretty bad, I don’t think it’s broken though.” Y/N told Scott.

“I’m fine. Scott tell the ref to keep the game going.” Stiles demanded softly. Scott just nodded and ran over to the ref. He knew Stiles would be okay, and frankly, he wanted to wreck the guys that hurt Stiles. “Just bring me to the locker room please.” Stiles looked into Y/N’s eyes, they were full of worry, but she nodded anyway. Stiles could get up on his feet with a little assistance from Y/N. She flung his arm around her shoulder, resulting in most of his weight leaning on her.

They slowly and carefully started to walk.

“Stilinski! The one time I put you in, this happens!” Coach yelled, even though the two were right by him. Y/N rolled her eyes and continued to get Stiles to the locker room.

Once they had arrived, Y/N sat Stiles down on a bench. She untied the shoe that was on his bad ankle. Stiles sucked in a breath.

“Okay Stiles, this is really going to hurt.” Y/N said, preparing to take of his sock. She gently pulled the sock down and off of his foot, revealing a swollen purple ankle. “Oh…” Y/N trailed off.

“Is it bad?”

“Um, it’s not good…” Y/N said. “It could be worse!”

“Just, stay in here with me.” Stiles pleaded. “I can get some ice in a minute. We really haven’t had time alone in a long time.”

“So, you don’t mind that your ankle is throbbing in pain?” Y/N laughed.

“No, I may not be a werewolf, but I’m pretty damn tough.” Stiles jokingly boasted. He kissed Y/N on the lips.

“I’m going to get help.”  

Work It Out

the long awaited sequel to The First Days Of Spring! go read that first if you haven’t already.

based on the album “Work It Out” by the always brilliant Lucy Rose.

word count: 5,3k

excerpt: It’s a quarter past two at night and I can’t do this, not at this time, not like this. Your spelling is still impeccable, which means you can’t be that drunk, but just enough to think that this is a good idea. I shut my phone off.

For You

If I’m gonna work hard, for you
And if I’m gonna take my time, for you
If it’s gonna be now, for you
Where do I go from here?

* * *

As soon as you walk through the door, I want to run away.

The coffeeshop is small and a bit grimy, but neither of us has been here before. It’s a safe place. We have no memories here.

In the two seconds it takes for you to spot me, all oxygen is drained out of my body, leaving my lungs screaming and aching. You lift your hand in greeting, letting the door fall shut behind you.

I close my eyes, lightning flashing across the backs of my eyelids. I can’t feel my hands anymore, I can’t feel my feet against the floor or the seat underneath me. All that’s left is my heart pounding in my ears.

When I open my eyes, you’re right in front of me, shrugging your jacket off. It’s June, but outside London is more autumn than summer. The air nipped at my cheeks as I walked here, my hands turning a faint shade of blue. The tea I ordered to warm them up is already getting cold.

I watch your hands as you hang your jacket over the chair. They look the same. Your shoulders look the same, too. And your collarbones. The only thing about you that doesn’t look the same is your lips, but maybe I’m imagining things.

“I’ll just go buy a coffee, okay?”

I nod and you head back towards the counter, your neck pale above your dark sweater.

There has to be a way out. Somewhere I can hide, somewhere I can disappear. A toilet I can escape to, a wallpaper I could melt into, pretend I never really came.

But it’s too late. You’re already here. I’m already wounded.

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