seriously hoping no one has done this yet

OKAY BUT SERIOUSLY THOUGH GUYS. Why are you stubbing Shiro like that. Rude.

Very much inspired/based on @smolsarcasticraspberry and @darkslover’s well thought out meta on why Shiro is the true Black paladin in Raspberry’s post here. They both bring up such good points. Thank you guys. <3 

Also, has anyone done this yet. I hope no one has done this yet pfffttt. 

me @ Oda after reading about Pudding in Chapter 862:

i’ve already written about how i had hoped things could’ve gone down with Pudding during the wedding in this post, and i’m not disappointed because things didn’t go the way as i hoped… i’m mostly disappointed due to the fact that Oda has done yet another 180° turn with Pudding’s character, and i feel like that kinda cheapens(?) her character as a whole…

like seriously?? to top it all off, her backstory now just seems like a really desperate attempt to make the readers sympathize with Pudding once more 😒 

prologue || m. yoongi

grief of a god

summary; yoongi never once expected that he would put his past behind him. he was the god of war; you don’t forget nor forgive yourself for such sins. he was so used to everything dying when coming in touch with it– this new era that came, this era in which he was no longer feared deceived him into thinking that things had changed.

genre; angst, smut, greek god!au

pairing; yoongi x reader

The male went a distressed hand through his black hair as he rushed out of the cinema; he couldn’t make himself last more than ten minutes in there– watching the new adaptation of Wonder woman made his stomach churn. He dearly hoped that they wouldn’t trace back the crushed coca cola bottle at him; his anger took over before he thought it through. He scurried forward, his movements swift as he ignored the cold wind nipping away at his skin.

Yoongi vividly remembered how he tensed up at the mention of the greek gods; as soon as they brought up Ares being the main villain he knew it would be the best to leave. His fists clenched up in the pocket of his jacket, his knuckles turning white and he knew that if he were to put any more pressure on his palm, there would be blood.

Years, decades, centuries passed! The humans never truly forgot about the deities even though most deities have lost their memories and moved on, whether to join Hades in the Underworld or to live peacefully on Earth as a mere mortal. While Yoongi never once justified his unforgivable acts in the past, there was always a silent plea present somewhere within him that a day would come where he would look in the mirror and not hate the person staring back at him. Those eyes, those tired eyes that would dully stare at the person that he became today, oh, how disgusting he found them.

The raven shut his eyes, leaning on the nearest wall he could once he made sure that there were no people surrounding him. Ares. He shuddered at the memory of all the soldiers calling out his name, that name, as they were dying. He always wondered if the forgiveness that he craves for is truly out of reach. The mere fact that he was the god of war had made everyone turn away from him; that’s who he is, after all. The god who craves chaos, the god who feels no remorse for all the lives lost. The male clicked his tongue in irritation- he was young, they judged him based on the mistakes that he made in his youth, never once thinking whether or not he’s changed. Whether or not the adult god that he had turned into mourned, even cried for the bloodshed and loss!

“If you were them, you would think the same,” the raven scolded himself, shaking his head in disapproval at his antics as he did his best to drown his discomfort. What better way to do so than to drown his sorrows in alcohol– ‘there, how was that, Zeus? I no longer seek comfort in blood and wine, vodka and whiskey do a much better job at quenching my thirst.’

He tried to forgive himself— the original gods were long gone, they all begged for forgiveness and were now free of their past. Meaning that Yoongi had no one but his memory to remind him of the mishaps that he had caused, but that in itself was more than enough. You can only imagine just how many times he had begged for forgiveness and how many nights he had spent drinking away the bitter realisation that every god, regardless of the sins that they’ve committed, had been granted a second chance.

Having no specific destination in mind, Yoongi chose the all-too familiar route to his favorite bar, paying little heed to the chatter of the people surrounding him. He couln’t care any less about it; the crisp cold that has turned both his ears and nose a pink hue had been nothing but bothersome. Not only that, but the wind had become deafeningly overpowering, earning a groan from the male. Nonetheless, he tried to ignore his discomfort as only one thing remained on his mind— “that thing” being his spot in the said bar. It wasn’t anything special, the space it occupied wasn’t exactly the biggest and it had been around for ages, but there was something about that place that made him want to go back whenever he could. Was it the fact that, much to his surprise, each and every time that he’d get there it would be spotlessly clean or was it the fact that the staff is incredibly polite and brilliant at reading the mood?

He didn’t care, to be honest. Whatever the reason behind his fondness of the bar was, he was sure that his sanctuary was just the perfect little hiding place; no problems ever caught up to him while he was in there. How would they, anyways?

“The usual, please,” Yoongi muttered, his voice monotone. The woman nodded in understanding, her hands reaching out for the beverage before the raven even placed his order; it was a routine for her already.

“Your eyes look as tired as ever,” she noted, tightening her ponytail as she wiped away the beads of sweat on her forehead. It was a long shift, one could even say that she was tired herself.

“Probably because I am,” he added, toying around with the glass in his hand as he observed the pattern carved into its edges; whilst he briefly scanned the area in search for any familiar faces, his fingers traced lazy circles around the engraved markings. He lowered his gaze, relieved that he didn’t recognize anyone. The male laughed at himself, pity eerily tracing the apparent amusement in his chuckle; he couldn’t get drunk, he was practically wasting his money. A part of him hoped for a miracle, he hoped that maybe this time he finally will feel the effects of the alcohol- effects other than the warmth spreading through his chest and the fire in his throat.

The heavens must have heard his plea for they have decided to show mercy to the lonely god by sending an angel his way; had someone told him that, Yoongi wouldn’t believe any of it. But isn’t that the thing about miracles? They happen when you least expect them.

And indeed it did happen out of nowhere; you decided that the greek mythology had been butchered to the extremes in the adaptation and you couldn’t torture yourself in such a way, you left. A stupid move, honestly- it was raining cats and dogs outside and your apartment wasn’t exactly two steps away. As soaked as you were, you thought that it would be the best to sit down somewhere and wait for the progressing storm to pass.

You can only imagine how great that idea seemed when you accidentally slammed the bar’s doors hard enough to gain everyone’s attention. They weren’t budging just a moment ago, it wasn’t your fault! With a muttered apology, you bowed your head down in shame and scurried away towards the furthest corner, trying to attract as little attention as possible. And as you may have guessed it, the furthest corner was Yoongi’s.

You sat next to him, releasing a whimper as you ran a hand through your damp hair in distress; you can’t get sick anytime soon! There’s an exhibition coming up and you were all but ready!

The male’s eyes immediately darted towards you, his lips curling upwards thus making his attempts to suppress his smirk prove to be in vain. Over a dozen of witty comments came to his mind yet- “Hit me up with whatever he’s having,” cut him off before he even settled on a single option. With a huff, he looked away, the ghost of his smile still present on his lips.

“I doubt you slammed those doors purely accidentally, (Name). What pissed you off this time?” the blonde waitress inquired, offering you your glass after which she leaned on the counter, obviously intrigued. Yoongi noted your attempts to hide away from the eager blonde; she gave you no such option as she propped herself up by her elbows, her brow raised in a questioning matter.

“You have no idea how badly they fucked up the greek mythology,” you finally caved in, earning an eye roll. With an offended gasp, you dramatically placed a palm across your chest before you called her out on it, “Don’t you roll your eyes at me! They made Zeus a good guy. Zeus! He raped everything that had a pulse back in the days- hell, I wouldn’t be surprised that he flirted with a stone just because he was glad that someone else out there was as rock hard as he was.”

Thrown off by the accuracy of your image of his father, Yoongi choked on his drink while fighting back a cackling laughter. Feeling personally attacked, you turned towards him, “When was the last time you opened a mythology book? Because that’s who Zeus is! And they have the audacity to make him a good guy,” you grumbled before narrowing your eyes at your friend, “And you have the audacity to roll your eyes at me! I’m seriously questioning our friendship.”

“You mean Wonder woman? I’ve seen the movie and I have to say, I agree,” Yoongi added, taking a sip of his drink as he silently hoped that you wouldn’t notice your friend’s shocked expression.

He fought back the urge to raise his brow at her, yet he remained equally puzzled by the mischievous glint in her eyes, “Despite the numerous myths, there has never been one in which he had shown any redeeming qualities.”

—yet he is the one who received forgiveness and he is the one who represents power.

“Finally! Someone who takes this seriously!” you exclaimed, clanking your glass against the stranger’s before nodding your head at him, “The hate towards Ares was unecessary, if you ask me. God of war or not, he has done less harm than Zeus. It annoys me that people think that just because Zeus was the ‘leader’ of all the gods that he is good— have people seen our leaders? Our politicians? Puh-lease.”

The burning sensation in the male’s throat had flared up, no longer caused merely by the drink in his hand. He cleared his throat, averting his eyes from you because he was sure he wouldn’t be able to hide how much the topic means to him. His words may be deceitful, but his eyes? Never.

“That’s a fair point, but what do you think of Ares? It sounds as if though you don’t hate him nearly as much as you hate Zeus,” his words were quick, the pitch of his voice just a little higher than usual. As his thumb continuously kept going over the engraved markings, he tried his best to remind himself not to be disappointed if the words you utter aren’t what he wants to hear.

“Ares? I don’t hate him— or, well, the concept of him. I have to keep reminding myself that mere humans made him up to lull themselves into a false sense of security during wars. They needed to feel encouraged, they needed a leader they were sure was always going to be on their side, and out of that need, Ares was born. Zeus, on the other hand, makes no sense to me.”

“What if he was a bad leader? What if he was a leader that made people believe that bloodshed was something they should crave?” Yoongi’s grip on the glass tightened as he re-lived the memories of his youth, the bitterness of his mistakes replacing the warmth in his chest. He needed a re-fill so bad.

“That was not his doing—humans were born rotten. Proof is all around us. I mean, where are the greek gods now? People are still as bloodthirsty, cruel and selfish as they have ever been. It’s always easy to blame the human nature on someone else, on a higher power, perhaps. But greed has always been a part of who we are and it will be our own downfall. It will be our own fault and no one else’s.”

The male nodded, remaining silent before extending his arm thus initiating a handshake, “Min Yoongi. And for future refrence, I am usually not this inquisitive.”

With a gleeful smile, you accepted his palm, “(Name) (Last name). And for future refrence, I am always this opinionated. Be as inquisitive as you want, it’s refreshing.”

“(Name)! I got you a towel and some dry clothes! I think they should fit you just fine!” your friend chirped in, shaking Yoongi out of his daze. He let go of your arm immediately, tilting his head in the direction of the intruder. He genuinely didn’t even notice the lack of her presence in the first place.

Once the both of you waved her off, her eyes remained steadily chained to him and him alone. Not even a minute after you excused yourself, saying that you’ll be back soon, the blonde offered him a sly grin. “Your eyes look significantly less tired, Min Yoongi.

Saying his name had seemed so foreign to her, it almost felt wrong; regardless of the fact that he’s been a regular guest for more than a year now, she never heard him mention his name before. He was a mystery to her; a mystery who loved to come down to the bar each night and order multiple glasses of liquor yet never get drunk.

Yoongi released a huff at that— as he had said so once before, the staff was truly brilliant at reading the mood.

Dangerously so.

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this is my first work like this! i hope you enjoyed it, should i continue? feedback is very much appreciated!

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This is Kiyana’s bakery in Blythe Harbor. I seriously pondered this lot for a solid month - wondering who would own it, where it should be located, what it should look like. It feels good to make some progress, finally (and to use some of the cool Simblreen gifts I got!).

That said, I’m only done decorating about one-third of the lot. There’s going to be a Halloween Costume Shop next door (which I really hope I can finish before Saturday, so my Sims can celebrate before the holiday has come and gone!), and then another thing above the bakery which I won’t disclose yet because I’m not sure how it’s going to work. XD

I took a bunch of interior pics, too, but I gotta hit the hay, so I’ll post them tomorrow. (I’ll also try to get Chris’s house and Bella Bachelor uploaded - sorry for the delay!)

(BTW, this is my Brumfield’s Bakery lot, re-used and recycled. That lot keeps coming in handy.)

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Okay, so I’ve been on tumblr for a while now and Taylor’s been following me for a little more than 6 months now so I thought it was about time that I told you guys my story (like why taylor means the world to me and all that stuff)!

Okay, so for those of you who don’t know, my name is Caitlin and I live in Southern California! Sooo.. I had a really hard time in elementary school and middle school because most of my school was one race, and I wan’t the same as them so they thought I was “weird” or “different”. Because of this was hard finding friends who cared about me, just for being me and those that I did find ALWAYS had someone who was “better” than me. Nobody, and I mean nobody, put me first. At first this didn’t really get to me.. but after a few years I felt so alone. I always turned to music because it was the only thing that was constantly there for me along with my mom. When I was about 10 years old, I remember watching the Hannah Montana movie and seeing Taylor, and thats the first moment I remember being like “oh my god… that girl is going to be my idol” (of course I had listened to tay long long before, but never connected on such a deep level being so young). I listened to her albums for a month straight until I knew every word, and then my mom got tickets to the Speak Now tour. I had such an amazing night and it made me forget about anything bad that had ever happened in my life. The next couple years, I still had a hard time with never being enough for any of my friends. They would always choose someone instead of me because they were skinnier or prettier or funnier, but I always had taylor to come home to (music wise) and this is probably the only thing that got me through those years– they made those years worth living. With taylor being on tumblr now, and following me (which I still have NO CHILL over) and her seeing my posts, it makes me feel like I’m worth something. I’ve made so many friends on tumblr [way way too many to name okay] because of Taylor and each and every one of you makes me feel like I AM enough and that is so special to me. I’m now 15 and a *going to be* Sophomore in high school, and I’m known as “that Taylor Swift girl” which I find totally awesome. I’m known for something/ someone who has always been there for me and who has changed my life and I cannot even thank taylor enough. My life will NEVER be the same because of the experiences I’ve had because of tumblr; it has opened my eyes to the world around me in both positive and negative ways and I’m so glad to say that Taylor has been a part of that (ALL POSITIVE FROM YOU TAY I PROMISE I LOVE YOU OKAY BAE).
Taylor, if you’re reading this.. I want you to know how special you make me feel. All those thoughts of my friends making me feel like I’m ‘not enough’ have gone away because of you. I know you might just think I’m some weird 15 year old who you casually see on tumblr once in a while and makes these weird emo posts and crazy videos– which you have yet to see YET–, but to me I see you more as a best friend than someone who has won 7 grammys. You’ve made the last 7 years of my life amazing, and those are years I will never be able to find a way to repay you for, like ever. But in all seriousness, you are such an inspiration and I hope one day I can thank you in person for everything you’ve done for me, as well as give you a HUGE hug! You mean more to me than words could ever describe, or that my brain could ever put into words so I’m so sorry if this is a jumbled mess. I love you to the moon and back, forever and always!
-Caitlin
PS: I was at the tour August 21 and 26 ((my costumes are the pictures haha)) and I’m trying to get tickets for the San Diego show, maybe!? SAVE ME A HUG SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE MY LOVE taylorswift

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Okay, so I’ve been on tumblr for a while now and Taylor’s been following me for FIVE MONTHS TODAY [IM DYING RIGHT NOW] now so I thought it was about time that I told you guys my story (like why taylor means the world to me and all that stuff)!

Okay, so for those of you who don’t know, my name is Caitlin and I live in Southern California! Sooo.. I had a really hard time in elementary school and middle school because most of my school was one race, and I wan’t the same as them so they thought I was “weird” or “different”. Because of this was hard finding friends who cared about me, just for being me and those that I did find ALWAYS had someone who was “better” than me. Nobody, and I mean nobody, put me first. At first this didn’t really get to me.. but after a few years I felt so alone. I always turned to music because it was the only thing that was constantly there for me along with my mom. When I was about 10 years old, I remember watching the Hannah Montana movie and seeing Taylor, and thats the first moment I remember being like “oh my god… that girl is going to be my idol” (of course I had listened to tay long long before, but never connected on such a deep level being so young). I listened to her albums for a month straight until I knew every word, and then my mom got tickets to the Speak Now tour. I had such an amazing night and it made me forget about anything bad that had ever happened in my life. The next couple years, I still had a hard time with never being enough for any of my friends. They would always choose someone instead of me because they were skinnier or prettier or funnier, but I always had taylor to come home to (music wise) and this is probably the only thing that got me through those years– they made those years worth living. With taylor being on tumblr now, and following me (which I still have NO CHILL over) and her seeing my posts and replying “yes dear,” it makes me feel like I’m worth something. I’ve made so many friends on tumblr [especially my two “older sisters” badbloodmadmadlove and clearblue–water AND one of my best friends protectingswift well as MANY MANY others] because of Taylor and each and every one of you makes me feel like I AM enough and that is so special to me. I’m now 15 and a *going to be* Sophomore in high school, and I’m known as “that Taylor Swift girl” which I find totally awesome. I’m known for something/ someone who has always been there for me and who has changed my life and I cannot even thank taylor enough. My life will NEVER be the same because of the experiences I’ve had because of tumblr; it has opened my eyes to the world around me in both positive and negative ways and I’m so glad to say that Taylor has been a part of that (ALL POSITIVE FROM YOU TAY I PROMISE I LOVE YOU OKAY BAE).

Taylor, if you’re reading this.. I want you to know how special you make me feel. All those thoughts of my friends making me feel like I’m ‘not enough’ have gone away because of you. I know you might just think I’m some weird 15 year old who you casually see on tumblr once in a while and makes these weird emo posts and crazy videos– which you haven’t seen YET–, but to me I see you more as a best friend than someone who has won 7 grammys. You’ve made the last 7 years of my life amazing, and those are years I will never be able to find a way to repay you for, like ever. But in all seriousness, you are such an inspiration and I hope one day I can thank you in person for everything you’ve done for me, as well as give you a HUGE hug! You mean more to me than words could ever describe, or that my brain could ever put into words so I’m so sorry if this is a jumbled mess. I love you to the moon and back, forever and always!

-Caitlin

PS: I’ll be at the 1989 tour August 21 and 26 in LA  (and maaaybeeee the San Diego Show August 29)