Not So Picture Perfect || Kian Lawley Imagine (Requested)
“Literally all I want to do is go home. I really don’t want to be here,” I told Callie as I worked on the gym elliptical.
“What, why? You love the gym. What’s wrong?”
“Kian flies out with Jc and Dom today for the second half of the tour and won’t be back for 3 weeks.”
“Okay, I know you love him, but it’s only 3 ½ weeks. They will fly by, especially with Maya’s birthday party and Ricky’s “I Hit One Million” Bash.”
Even though I hate to admit it, she was right. It’s just 3 lousy weeks and with the technology we have today, it will be like he never left.
“Fuck, you’re right. Did you know I hate that about you?”
“Yeah and I love you too, beyotch. Call me later, okay?”
I finished my 90 minute workout and headed home to see Kian for the last few hours. I grabbed my gym bag and unlocked the door to see Kian’s suitcases against the wall. I let out a sigh and called out to him.
“I’ll be there in a sec!” he yelled back. When he came into my view, I saw that he was on the phone.
“Yeah, Dude. I’ll be there in about an hour. Okay. Bye”
I gave him a confused look,”I thought your flight was at 10 tonight.”
“It was, but there was a screw up with the airline and our flight is 4:40 now.” I looked at the clock behind him and it read 1:27 pm.
“So that means you have to leave now,” I said defeated.
“Yeah, I’m sorry Baby.”
“No it’s fine, it’s not your fault. Did you need me to drive you?”
“I don’t need you to, but I definitely want you to,” he said as he embraced me.
I helped him load his bags into the car and hopped in. I couldn’t help but think that i wouldn’t have moments like this for 3 fucking weeks. I hated it, but Kian loves his fans and would do anything for them. I would never stand between that.
After what seemed like the shortest ride in history, we pulled up to his terminal. Jc and Dom were already out there waiting for us and I helped unload Kian’s things. We stood there for what felt like forever, just holding each other.
“Ugh, ew! Come on already, Vitaly’s inside!” JC whined beside us. Kian and I decided to gross him out even more and started tongue battling each other.
“God! Didn’t you guys do enough of that before he left?!” asked Dom.
“We actually didn’t,” I said to Kian, looking kind of amused.
“Well this is going to be one uncomfortable flight,” he joked.
“Speaking of flight, we gotta catch ours!” JC said.
“Fuuuck, I don’t want you to leave.”
“I know, but I’ll be back soon, okay.”
“Okay, have fun.”
“I will, I’ll call you when we land,” he said running into the airport.
“I’ll be waiting,” I said to myself.
When I arrived back to our place I was finally able to take a well needed shower. When I was done, I ordered food off of Postmates and caught up on ‘Are You The One?’ I really hated being here without Kian, but I had to remind myself that I did it during the first half and was (somewhat) fine.
My phone started to ring and I got excited when I saw that it was Kian calling.
“Hey, Baby. How are you?”
“Lonely. How was the flight?”
“Pretty good. Some kid threw up though, which made Dom almost throw up.”
“Ew, but kinda awesome, haha.” Our conversation didn’t last long due to the fact that he had a long day tomorrow and it was late where he was.
I decided that it was time for me to go to bed as well and try to not be so bleh.
The next few days were getting easier and easier. Almost two weeks have already passed and Maya’s birthday party was a great distraction. I hear from Kian every night and every night I miss him more. Tonight is Ricky’s bash and I’m really excited. I took me like 4 hours to get ready, but I was almost done. I was applying the last bit of makeup when my phone buzzed.
I heard Callie come in and we naturally had to capture this moment.
That night was complete blast. I can’t stress how proud I am of Ricky T for reaching over one million youtube subscribers. Callie and I finally got back to my place and I was about to take a shower when my phone started to ring.
“Hey, I saw your Snap. You look beautiful, how was the party?”
“It was really fun, but tiring. How’s the tour going?”
“It’s good! The fans are amazing, the closer I get to coming home, the more anxious I get to be with you.”
“*Sigh* I can’t wait for you to come back.”
“I know me either, but I’ll let you get some rest and I’ll do the same. Sweet dreams, Babe.”
“You too, Kian. Good night.”
The next few days were quite boring, but Kian comes home in a little over a week and I’m so happy! I had been trying to reach him for the last few hours now, but he wasn’t picking up. I finally gave up on him and tried calling JC, but it was too loud to hold a conversation. My last resort was Vitaly who evidently was asleep and didn’t know anything.
I realized that this was the first night Kian hadn’t called me and I got a sort of uneasy feeling in my stomach. I quickly shook it off and decided to go to bed.
It was about 7:15 am when I was woken up by the constant vibration of my phone. After about 2 solid minutes, I groggily turn over and check what it is. I see that it is a bunch of Twitter notifications and I decided to open them. I see an assload of pictures of Jc with some random girl wither ass out, but that’s when I see it.
“What the fuck?” I say to myself as I read the tweets. I feel my heart drop as I see my boyfriend cradling another girl’s ass. I immediately decide to call him and of course it goes straight to voicemail.
Over the course of the next 9 days, I didn’t leave the house. Ricky and Callie came over to keep me company, but I just wanted to be alone. Kian tried calling every 5 minutes, except when he was on stage, but I ignored all of them. Even the rest of the boys were trying to contact me, but I only talked to Vitally since he wasn’t there that night. He tried to get me to talk about it, but knowing that he would relay it all to Kian, I just changed the subject.
So many people were talking about what happened, even Kian’s ex Andrea. All I could do at this point is cry and look at old photos of Kian and I.
Kian comes back tomorrow and I had to make a hasty decision. I was in the middle of my thoughts when my phone vibrated over and over again. I thought I shut that fucker off. I go look at it and I see it is the man of the hour once again.
I can’t help but smile a little bit as I cry even harder now. Is it worth letting go? Is it worth staying? Then he said it.
By popular demand: Peter finding out you’re pregnant.
Just in time for mother’s day!
Peter shut his eyes and looked away as he held back
your hair. He wasn’t doing the best job at it. A few strands had fallen in your
face, but he was too busy trying not to throw up himself, to bother tightening
his grip. He’d been in disgusting situations before. He’d grown up around
dozens of men who didn’t know what it meant to shower. He’d been covered in god
knows how many different types of alien muck. He’d been peer pressured—while drunk—to
eat all sorts of strange foods…and he was fine with it all. But when it came
to vomit, he could hardly hear the word without inwardly gagging a little.
Thankfully, none of his current shipmates tended to
get ill; save for one occasion when Drax caught the A’askavarian flu. Peter
physically locked him in the bathroom for the duration, and took to sleeping in
the cockpit, as far as possible from any noises. It was a rough few days for
his stomach—and Drax’s—but they both managed to survive, no thanks to Rocket’s incessant
But this situation was different. There was a
difference between friends and girlfriends, and that meant holding your hair back,
rather than flicking a band in your direction and running away, like he so
desperately wanted to do.
After watching (experiencing) @therealjacksepticeye playing Hellblade Senua’s Sacrifice, could you imagine how awesome it would be if Jack and Robin had access to that technology and the time to implement it?
Imagine, Anti slowly starts resurfacing in videos such as this one. At first he starts as a voice far off in the distance behind you, but Jack wouldn’t react. And every video he’d get closer, moving from left to right, ahead and behind us. But Jack doesn’t react. He can’t hear him. Eventually Anti is RIGHT THERE behind us, whispering in our ear, maybe threatening Jack, maybe reminding us what he’s done before and how he blames us.
THEN there’s the next layer, that feels like he’s literally speaking INSIDE our heads, giving us the illusion that WE are Anti. This could be dragged out for ages, and setting the fandom on fire.
Lastly, Anti’s appearance. Robin could have a goddamn field day with Anti’s voice and the accompanying sounds. While Anti is running his mouth, we hear Jack’s voice, barely a whisper in the distance, begging us for help. Anti’s laughter circling us. His voice glitching to different parts of our minds.
And of course, just to really fuck us up, Jack’s vlog after the event, where he’s so giddy and happy and talks about the whole Anti event. Everything seems normal, until the very end. We hear Anti whisper in the distance “I’m still here…”
I know this would be EXTREMELY hard to do and probably won’t be possible, but its an amazing thought I felt like sharing ^_^
Journaling is an incredibly powerful tool for many things, including self-love. It can be a daily practice you turn into a habit or ritual where you consistently build up your feelings of self-worth, esteem, and confidence. It’s an amazing feeling to have a notebook full of words that are generally positive about your mind, body, and life which can remind you of your awesomeness just by looking at it!
I made a list of different kinds of self-love writing prompts which can be used in any way you decide. You can answer them in a notebook, in an art journal, on a Word document, or in an Instagram caption. The possibilities for how you express your thoughts and feelings to these concepts and questions are endless, and I’m really excited at the thought of you using them!
So I got a question about the sparing and padding post that you recently made. I like to read Assassin's Creed fanfictions that shows Altair (the main character) in his early years, which often includes his training to be an assassin. In most of these fics they focus more on the sword and knife fighting but some does include the hand to hand fighting too (without protection). So realistically what kind of injuries would someone training without any kind of protection should expect?
I’m only sort of kidding, because I know the kinds of fanfics you’re talking about and like every writer trying to be edgy, they have them spar without protections and with live weapons. There’s a reason why we use practice weapons during training and in sparring matches, where rules are in play.
Now, the Assassin’s Creed variant of the Hashashin live for that super edgy, very stupid state of supposed badass where one must constantly prove their worth so I totally believe they’d do it. I’d also believe this would lead to an incredibly high turnover with their recruits, which is not sustainable in the real world.
I’m going to point out here that the “Asassins” or Hashashin were real. That’s the etymology for the word. The suicide jumping is also real and, instead of landing on bales of hay, they jumped to their deaths. There are a couple of stories about that piece of the order. The real Assassins were religious fanatics. These stories are not so much a testament to the quality of their training so much as their fanaticism.
For what it’s worth, the Knights Templar were also real and a prominent militant order up until they were excommunicated by the Pope.
The history of both groups is actually far more interesting than the Assassin’s Creed franchise. This is a persistent problem with the games, they invariably include historical figures who are far, far, far more interesting, competent, and badass than we’re presented with. If you encounter a historical personage in an Assassin’s Creed game, remind yourself of this simple fact: the real one is about 200x more awesome. It’s this weird inverse where the reality consistently surpasses the fiction.
(Black Flag, I have my eye on you. Honestly, how do you mess up Stede Bonnet, The Gentleman Pirate? And that’s the least of your sins!)
The more serious answer is that unless you’re training with weapons or making an active effort to hit each other, in the real world we don’t train using pads on the regular. The pads are so you can essentially go full out against another person under controlled circumstances and then come back for training tomorrow. If your students are constantly getting injured that hampers their ability to train, then they fall behind and you turn out fewer fighters. Injuries on the training floor should not be a common occurrence.
Barring accidents and mishaps, if you’re simply practicing your techniques on your own or against a wooden dummy then all you should expect afterwards is standard muscle pain (maybe some bruising). The same should be true for practice with human opponents (which is not sparring) and sparring itself.
Anything else is a waste of time, energy, and resources.
Remember, injuries take time to heal and if you’re prepping someone to go out and murder that’s time you don’t have.
In the land of “edgy training”, try to remember that you want evil as opposed to incompetence.
The vast majority of training, like the kinds you listed, are edgy incompetence. They don’t serve a purpose other than sadism and your students don’t learn anything. Unfortunately, cruelty on its own doesn’t teach much (the Spartans were abusive jerks, but their methods worked). The beat up, abuse them, cruelty methodology simply doesn’t work unless you understand the kinds that work and, from a storytelling perspective, it also isn’t interesting.
The kind of “edgy training” you see in most stories is a round of Kinder’s First. People mimicking what Hollywood has taught them or what they’ve seen in fiction elsewhere. The assumption in this line of thinking is that the more brutal the training then the more dangerous the fighter. This isn’t true. More importantly, there are much better ways to sadistically mess with your students’ (and audience’s) heads.
1) Depending on your teaching style, you may murder a student on occasion to motivate the others. However, the control over who lives or dies remains with the instructor because the instructor is god. If a student gets a bright idea to kill another student without your approval, kill them.
2) Live weapons should never be used by students on each other except as a graduation gift. The graduation gift being only one of them will be accepted into the Order, so prove your worth. (In the real world, you’ll probably need them both but in fantasy land… why not?)
3) Use the threat of death to keep your students from getting comfortable, make good on this promise every so often. Bring in an established warrior to kill off your best student in demonstration to the others. (Why? It reminds them at no point are they safe.)
4) Encourage your students to break the rules, punish them severely if caught. (Playing favorites? Punish them more, push them harder.)
5) Limit their resources. Make them fight each other for their food. Survival isn’t a given. It’s earned.
6) In the early days, force them into physical exhaustion. Keep them up late. Wake them early. Limit their sleep to the minimum of hours they need to stay functional. Tired minds are easier to manipulate.
Force them into direct conflict with each other.
There’s never a solid baseline they can achieve, and they’re always watching over their shoulder. Furthermore they never become loyal to each other. They are only loyal to you. Appeasing their teacher is their only means of survival.
8) Got a problem child who won’t play along? Don’t make an example of them. No, no, make them your new favorite. That’ll turn the others on them, and they’ll solve the problem for you.
9) Change the goalposts regularly, so they never know what to expect.
10) You’ve got someone who doesn’t want to participate? Say okay. When others move to join them, punish those students viciously instead. Do it in front of the class and for everyone to see. (This is called: creating heroes and wrecking them.)
11) Have your students inform on each other.
If this is starting to sound like abuse, well.. you’re right. It is. It also very successful in terms of achieving its goal. The goal is attacking the student’s perceptions, beliefs, and their understanding of the world while reshaping them into who you want them to be.
Real cruelty is clever and inventive. It is also patient. Like a good interrogator, this teacher will leave their students so they’re never sure of exactly what the teacher wants or how to please them. They give them hope, then snatch it away. Someone who excels at social manipulation will use this position of power to maneuver their students feelings and their expectations, indirectly point them at certain targets by stoking negative feeling such as jealousy, paranoia, anger, or fear. In the other hand, those rare moments of kindness offered will ensure gratitude. When a good teacher wants their uncooperative students to band together, they make themselves the target the students need to fight against. The abusive teacher does the opposite. They ensure they are the only boat in the storm and turn their charges on each other. They make sure their students never know what to expect. This includes going hot and cold. They change up to batter expectations, handle some problems themselves and let the students handle others.
An experienced teacher will have seen plenty of student characters, all the versions you can imagine. A good one will break the problem kids to bridle without them ever realizing it happened, and they exit the experience more hardcore than the ones who invested themselves honestly. The purpose of “brutal training” isn’t to churn out a better warrior. It’s to break the individual down so you can reshape their mind and ensure the weapon you’ve created is loyal to you. That level of conditioning is very difficult to break. You’ve re-oriented their entire training into status positions they’ve fought for and earned. This training becomes a foundation for their identity, and you’re not going to get it out of them.
So, before invoking the trope, choose wisely and understand the purpose for what it is. Actively abusive training is done with the express intent to recondition and brainwash. More than that, in competent hands, it’ll snap the “rebellious teenage hero” contingent like twigs.
As a member of a fanatical cult, Altair is a direct example of this sort of training writ large.
Do you think it's a bad thing that the community seems to favor one set of characters in Undertale over others? Sans and Papyrus being small to Undertales plot seemed to have a majority of content dedicated soley to just then. While this isn't always true and people like you have shown a importance on other characters it seems people forgot what made the game great, the vast and great supporting characters. I'd like to know you opinion, you may think this isn't even a concern or existing problem
Well sans and papyrus ARE a big part of the game since they padticipate in all the memorable moments of the game itself.
Sans is my favorite character, he actually moves the plot forwards so it just makes sense that people would pay more attention to him.
This doesn’t have to affect your vision on a character. You shouldn’t even care what the fandom does to the character and much less set your own opinion of them based on what the fandom does.
Pretty sure all the people out there tjat “don’t like sans” it’s onky because “the fandomruined it for them” or mistakenly call him an “overrated character” when he’s ANYTHING but overrated. He is OVERUSED, yes, but this has kothing to do with how likeable his character is and his importance in game.
His character design is brilliant, and I like it much more tham other characters.
But this is why I play undertale oftenly, maybe once a month, or more times. Because that reminds me of all the great moment I had with other characters as well. When papyrus jumped out the window, when toriel huged me in the ruins, when I cooked with undyne, when I danced with mettaton, when I dated alphys, when asgore destroyed the button, when I pet the lesser dog until he went to no dog has ever gone before, when asgore broke the mercy button, when i fought omega flowey, when i hug asriel… and more
I treasure and appreciate all these moments and remind me of how incredibly creative and awesome the other characters are. I’m glad I decided to show that in season 2. Regardless of sams being there or not, even if he had been there the entire season, I’d have still focused on other characters because they are just as amazing to me.
I wish people would rememner that more oftenly, even if you didnt play the game… you at least watched a gameplay and liked it right? And sans wasn’t the only reason of why you liked it.
So with glitchtale, I try to keep the characters as close to the game as possible and right now I’m trying to give them all a spotlight to shine, so I can show how awesome their ORIGINAL designs and personalities are. The same thing that made me love this game in the first place
Dex is grinning at his phone when Nursey sits down across
from him at the table. Nursey doesn’t say anything, because Dex doesn’t smile
nearly as often as he should, and he doesn’t want to ruin it. Dex catches him
staring when he looks up, though, so Nursey’s kind of forced to recover with a
“What’s got you all smiley? Did Aerosmith announce a reunion
if you need some cheering up, just imagine your favourite character hugging you and telling you how awesome you are; they will likely tell you you’re beautiful and wonderful and amazing, because you are
Reminder: How you dress should your choice, don’t be afraid of expressing yourself just because others may not like it. You can rock it if you have the confidence to rock it. Regardless of body type, you will feel awesome and look beautiful when you wear what you want.
I promise to hold your hand through all your hard times, even though it’ll be hard for me to watch you go through it. I’ll love you even when I’m mad at you and I’ll kiss your forehead and listen to your words even when you slurring them, drunk and make no sense. We’ll get into stupid fights over ridiculous things and I’ll be a stubborn asshole but I promise to admit that I’m wrong when I am and hold you when tears are streaming down your cheeks in rivers of sadness, and tell you that it’s going to be okay. I’ll be there for you when you’ve just watched a scary movie and don’t want to sleep alone.. heck, I’ll even watch the movie with you. I’ll be right at the end of the phone for when you want to tell someone how awesome your day was and I’ll be right there when you’re lonely and want someone to cuddle with and watch Netflix. I’ll bring you up breakfast in bed when you’re too tired to move but too hungry to go back to sleep. I’ll be right by your side to remind how beautiful you are to me every single day and when nothing seems to be going right in your life, I’ll be there to give you a long, tight hug. I’ll try my best to make sure that you don’t feel the weight of the world on your shoulders, and even if I’m halfway across the world, I’ll make sure that you feel the weight of my love more. When you fight with one of your parents, I’ll help you sort it out because you take after both of them far too much and if they had not given you life then I would be without you. We’ll go to a train station and get a ticket to a random place and spend the day exploring every corner of that location. I’ll be a sarcastic little shit, and take our banter to a next level, you’ll playfully hit me and I’ll tell you that I love you and steal a kiss before you can say anything else. I’ll fight my way through my shipmates to make sure that I’m one of the first people off of the gangway so I can be one bit closer to you. I’ll skype or facetime you whenever I get the chance, or if none of those are working then a phone call or text will simply have to suffice, but I will make sure that whether I’m out in the Gulf, or in port at Birkenhead or Falmouth, you will know just how much I am in love with you. Whether it’s the best day that you’ve had or your worst, I’ll always be there for you. I promise to love you through it all.
Summary: Dean comforts the reader after a bad day. Sweetness ensues.
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader
Word count: 714 (I tried to drabble but apparently I can’t lol)
Warnings: Not much really. Some language, the tiniest bit of angst. Fluffy fluff.
Author’s Note: This is for my amazing twin @ravengirl94 You’re 110% awesome and I love you <3
You huffed out a
frustrated breath, hands furiously wiping away the tears as the TV played one
of those stupid show advertisements you hated so much. But, at least, the dim light of the bedroom
reminded you that the day was almost over and you couldn’t be more thankful
because you were so done.
The sound of
footsteps pierced through your thoughts, effectively catching your attention and before you
knew it Dean was in your room, eyes scanning your desk in a way that reminded
you that this man, no matter how soft and tender he was with his loved ones, was, in
fact, extremely dangerous hunter.
have you seen my- what is- Y/N, have you been crying?”
I’m guessing you can’t hear me squeal over your own squeals, but I’ll just keep at it a little longer, okay? Okay.
Man, this episode read like very good fanfiction, and while I’m disappointed Dean never found out Cas used to be a woman (although, they did have a conversation about that, so Steve gets points anyway), everything else was plain amazing. I’m actually tempted to do a recap that’s just shouting words into the void, because, seriously, that would be enough, but - okay, let me watch that thing again and then I’ll write a proper meta.
So, let’s get one thing out of the way: we already know why this story works so damn well, but it’s worth saying it one more time, because this is what the whole episode was about.
A human and an angel: not meant to be.
Ishim said humans are dangerous to angels, and I agree with him: if angels want to understand humans, to truly become friends with them, to live among them - well - look at what’s that done to Cas. Caring about humans is, apparently, different than caring about another angel; it forces you to give up something deep inside yourself. You become - weaker, unhappy. Doubt-ridden. Trapped between two worlds, and fit for neither. And as for humans - if they truly wish to get closer to angels - to speak their language, to know enough about their magic and weapons to be able help them when they’re in trouble or hurt - that literally costs them their souls.
It’s a tragedy. It’s doomed.
But, of course, it’s not completely hopeless. What would be the point of writing a love story if you know from the start nothing can never happen at all? No - love can conquer all, and this episode dangled it in front of us - the angel who chose humanity, who tried to defend the person he loved from his own brothers, and the human who was fascinated with angels and knew enough about them to make it work.
(They had a daughter, sort of, and let’s cry about that for the rest of eternity, because can you see it? Dean loves kids, and -)
Anyway. We’ve known for a while that angels - I mean, the price Cas paid for his loyalty to the Winchesters (his love for Dean) - that’s harrowing. But this idea that humans need to sacrifice their soul to become closer to angels - thanks for that, Steve. I’m fine.
And surely, at this point, there is no other way this could end? Because what Sam and Cas share - yeah, that’s what friendship looks like, but Dean and Cas - right. And so Cas went and said it (“You mean too much to me.”) and Dean just holed up in his room for the rest of the week? He never said a word to Cas? And, Jesus, Cas thinks Dean’s angry? At him? I’m glad this, at least, was spelled out clearly, because apparently some people still don’t get it and read Dean’s emotions at face value and no, Dean was not angry - he was worried out of his damn mind, and he’s got reason to be, because Cas still doesn’t fucking get it: “I don’t regret what I did, even if it costs me my life”.
The idiot - the useless, fucking idiot.
(“Smelly. Dirty. Twice the worry about getting ganked.”)
You. Are. Beautiful. You yourself must be able to believe this in order to be able to fully nurture yourself. It really doesn’t matter what we look like when compared to how much beauty the world has to offer us! Whether one has a pimple on their forehead, a scab on their elbow, or a particularly frizzy hair day, we are still able to experience such beautiful feelings like love, laughter, and joy. We are still able to pursue our biggest dreams. We are still able to make a positive impact on the world.
Regardless of what we look like, we have so many amazing opportunities and experiences that surround us at every moment!