she wants to help him now

Insecurities

Since the last time out with Kakashi and your friends you were worrying about your attractiveness. Insecure thoughts were running through your restless mind. Kurenai had looked like a model in this tight red dress! You did try to not compare yourself to others, but the attention she received was frightening big.

You sighed, all those ninjas around you with their conventionally beautiful bodies.

Did Kakashi noticed her looks too?

You couldn’t help it, old, uncomfortable feelings start to rise again.

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Now you were cuddling with Kakashi in your apartment, letting the evening of your free day quietly settle, him rereading the first of his Icha Icha books again and yourself resting on him.

You loved the feeling of his body pressed against your own and wanted to be as close as possible to your boyfriend. In this innocent position your left leg was laying bended on him as well as your left arm with your fingers tracing little circles over his chest.

While your head over his heart you listened to the calming sound of his heart beat getting slowly the courage to ask him about your worries.

“Kakashi, do you still find me attractive?”

Shifting beside him in sudden shyness you were unconsciously rolling your hips against his hip bone.

“As long as your doing this hip thing, I’m in.” He moved his gace away from his compelling book and glanced down at you.

“Like literally.”

You rolled your eyes at this statement. “Kakashiii!” He could be such a dork.

A/N: Hey guys! I’m in search of a creative, maybe funny or provocative nickname for Kakashi besides Kashi. Why don’t leave a comment below and see what we all come up with  (/◕ヮ◕)/

“Where’s my husband?” Craig asked the nurse tending to him. All he knew was that he just had his wisdom teeth taken out, and that he wanted to go home. But where the hell was Tweek

“Married in high school, now, are we? Does your boyfriend know that?” She chuckled. 

“What do you mean boyfr-” before Craig could finish, Tweek entered the room, carrying a milkshake. 

“How’re you feeling sweetheart? I got you a milkshake so it’ll help the pain in your mouth.” Craig absentmindedly grumbled in response, since he had bigger things to worry about right now. He needed to prove that the nurse was wrong and that he was married, but when he looked at Tweek’s hand, he didn’t see a wedding band. He reached out for the blond’s hand, rubbed his thumb over Tweek’s ring finger, and looked up at his husband.

“Where’s… where’s your ring, honey?”

“My what?”

“Your wedding ring?” Craig pulled his hand up to show Tweek his own wedding ring, but he wasn’t wearing one either. “Oh my god, babe, where did our wedding rings go?” 

The nurse chuckled and looked over at Tweek, who was blushing so hard he looked like he was going to melt. “W-wedding rings? Darling, we aren’t married. We’re 16.” 

Craig was starting to get upset. “It must be the… drugs. But did you tell me that we’re not married? Is that really true?” he choked. Tweek cooed and brushed Craig’s hair back. 

“Aww, honey… we’re too young to be married. But I love you very, very, much. Maybe try again in a few years?” He said shyly, realizing that the nurse was still in the room. “Now,” he stood up straight and brushed himself off, “are you ready to go home with me?”

Walking with Craig out of the hospital had been a nightmare, for Tweek, at least. The entire time they made their slow stroll, Craig bombarded Tweek with embarrassing questions about their lives, and every other question was a compliment directed towards him. Right as the doors of the building were opening, which meant the quiet freedom of the parking lot, Craig loudly blurted, “I want you to have my babies.” 

Tweek was embarrassed but could only laugh, because he knew that when Craig heard about all of this, he’d be ten times more embarrassed. They spent the rest of the day snuggling in bed, and Tweek left so Craig could heal. 

Craig was absolutely mortified when he heard about it. 

anonymous asked:

HCs for the curtis bros having a premature sister that is like 1 year younger than soda and they are protective

A/N: Awww you guys really like the idea of a protective greaser. ;)

-the boys would be protective in their own way over different things and I’m just now realizing how cute this is to me

-soda would be the older brother who would be impartial to their physical safety

-especially if she wants to help Soda work on a car

-aww and one time Soda was running late and she asks Steve to let her work on the car with him and soda just comes to work seeing his little sister under the car with Steve on one of those roller thingys

-”WhAT Is WroNG wITh YoU!?”

- “Who?? me or st-” “BOTH OF YOU!!”

- Darry would the “this is my child and i will fucking end you if you touch her” protective

- being the only girl left remaining of the curtis family, Darry saw how much innocence and kindness that was in her and just kneewwww he had to protect it

- when they’d all go out together, Darry looks as intimidating as he can to keep the pricks or prickesses if that’s what you’re into, I sure as hell know I am, away from you

- anywhere she go, Darry is there, or Steve who Darry assigned to watch her when he’s gone and Steve just loves her so much and is so defensive for her

-and because of this Steve sees her as his own little sister

- like steve would be the type of protective where he follows her around everywhere

-not obviously or annoyingly, but wherever she is, Steve is no more than a foot away.

- he walks her to class and he gets her lunch in the cafeteria

- LET SOMEONE TALK BAD ABOUT HER, LET HIM HEAR IT, AND OMG YOU WILL GET AN EARFUL AND A BUSTED LIP FROM STEVE

-It’s kinda hard for me to imagine POny being protective bc since he’s treated like a kid brother, he’d see her as equals

-  but if she does something and he knows Darry will get on her case, he’ll take the blame

- “who broke the vase..

- one guilty look from her and Pony steps up so quickly and takes the berating

- honestly being a sister of the curtis brothers is like being the whole gangs sister

-like even dallas would be hella protective of her and kick the shit out of anyone who has something to say about her

-it doesn’t even have to be bad. her name is just off limits,

Baby Keef & Mama Kogane Headcanons
  • Mama Kogane is a total sweetheart for her son and dreamworks can kiss my ass otherwise.
    • Thought he was the most precious thing in the fucking universe once she got a proper look at him.
    • He yawned once and she swore anyone who laid a hand on him would die.
    • He blepped and she swore on her life she would destroy the universe and then herself if one little hair on his head was harmed ever.
  • She just loves how much of a chunky monkey her boy is????
    • Mama Kogane: He’s so soft??? And squishy??? How is he supposed to defend himself???
    • Papa Kogane: That’s why he has us
    • Mama Kogane: I would kill a man for this child…is that a normal feeling when one has a child? To want to kill those that even look at them wrong?
    • Papa Kogane: Ehhh….something like that, yeah
    • Keith doesn’t know how to rollover yet so she’ll lay on her side next to him with a blanket spread out beneath them and just play with him by waving her fingers carefully above him.
  • She finds it hilarious how he can eat his own foot.
    • Mama Kogane: He just chews on it! Without a care in the world!
    • Papa Kogane just watches them and can’t help laughing at the pure look of awe in her eyes whenever she looks at Keith.
  • Keith was never much of a crier, he just stood up/sat up in his crib and stared at his parents hoping they knew it was time for him to eat.
    • Papa Kogane: *Waking up* …aren’t you going to feed him?
    • Mama Kogane: *laying next to him and staring right back at Keith* Is that what he wants? I thought he was challenging me to what you humans call a staring contest. I feel a bit foolish now, I’ve lost three times.
  • When Keith gets messy eating she’ll give him a “bath”
    • Papa Kogane: That’s not how we clean babies
    • Mama Kogane: *licking the food from Keith’s face and hair with Keith giggling madly* That’s how I clean my baby. Besides, he doesn’t like the water much.
    • Papa Kogane: Just give him here, he needs a proper bath.
    • She passes Keith off to him and waits for a total of ten minutes.
    • There’s deafening screaming that has her wincing and alot of splashing.
    • Papa Kogane comes back soaked and looking like he wants to just lay down and sleep for days.
    • Papa Kogane: *handing Keith back to her* You can give him a bath from now on.
  • Mama Kogane doesn’t know how anything about human culture or how they learn so she and Keith learn together.
    • They both watch children’s shows together and will stay infront of the tv for hours. She usually has him in her lap or laid back against her stomach when they’re watching.
    • She plays with the educational toys along with Keith. (Their favorites are the alphabet blocks)
    • They both yell out the answer when the character on screen asks them about something.
    • Mama Kogane: Does this child not know what starts with the letter M? Does she have the IQ of a Haruvan Freeber????
    • Papa Kogane: It’s to help the kids learn, like you’re doing as well, also I have no idea what that is.
  • Papa Kogane has to buy twice as much baby food because they run out of it so quick.
    • He came home once to see both Mama and Keith eating a jar of it on the floor, applesauce allover their faces.
    • Mama Kogane: *holding the jar of pureed applesauce out* You want some? It’s good.
    • Papa Kogane: *sighs and goes to join them*
Free The Animal

Word Count: 6k

Genre: Smut, Angst (will I ever stop being emo?)

Author’s Note: You ever forget that you’re a fanfic writer then you write a fic so bad you remember how much of a hack you are? Yeah welcome to my fic :’D

dom!jungkook- fuckboi!jungkook- fuckbuddy relationship- dirty talk- thigh riding mention because damn even I am not immune to his thighs- inspired by Sia’s song and part of the song drabble game. You can find links to the rest of them on my masterlist

Loving You To Death (Sequel)

There he was with his hands up some girl’s skirt, grinding on her like he was trying to fuck her through their clothes, the fucking pig. You huff and turn to your friend who gives you an exasperated look, “___, just go and grab him by the dick and tell him he can’t fucking do that.”

“He can do whatever the fuck he wants to do, even if that is a bleach blonde bitch with a tan that makes her look like an Oompa Loompa.” That was pretty low, you admit. It wasn’t the girl’s fault that Jungkook had chosen her for the night. But seriously, there was a limit to tanning, this was just harmful to the eyes.

“No, he can’t because you’re together.” Your friend, Hwasa, sounds pretty fed up with you.

“No, we’re not. We’re just fuck buddies and we agreed that we’re not exclusive right from the start.” Why wasn’t she understanding this? You’d explained it to her a thousand times.

“I don’t care what bullshit you told each other. All I care about is what I see, and that is two idiots constantly doing all they can to piss each other off because they can’t communicate like adults.”

“What are you even talking about? Jungkook is not trying to piss me off. He’s just being himself. Which is admittedly annoying in and of itself but you know…”

“Then why did he do nothing the past three days but play video games while you were off galavanting with Jin, only to start making out with some girl the minute you make an appearance?”

“He did?” You asked surprised, only to check yourself back and shrug it off. “I don’t know, he must have just not felt like it.”

“Oh my god, save me from these two idiots.” Hwasa cries then takes you by the shoulder and starts shaking you, “He’s fucking jealous because you took Jin to meet your family and not him so he’s trying to piss you off. Why? Because he likes you. And you’re pissed off. Why? Because you like him. Now can you get that through your thick skull or do I have to beat it into you?”

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Tom Holland | Marry Me?

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Request: hi love! could you possibly do an imagine about tom proposing to you, but like can you try and make it different from the usual proposal? thank you! (send in requests)

Summary: Tom struggles to find the perfect moment to pop the question. 

Warnings: Deadass the most fluff I’ve ever written in my life

Word Count: 1.4K


Tom had been planning out your proposal for much longer than he’d care to admit to anyone, except maybe his mum; in fact, she was the first person to know about his future plans. It was right after the two of you had visited his parents home and Tom saw how well you had managed to fit into his family.  

He watched you laughing heartily with his brothers and talking avidly with his mother and he couldn’t help the smile that grew on his face as he leant against the kitchen doorway. Only one thought was running through his mind as he stared at you; I am a goner and when you glanced at him, a smile completely lighting up your face, he couldn’t help but fall in love with you all over again.

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alternate universe in which everything is the same but everyone is named aegon
  1. Aegon Arryn smiled tremulously. “Only one? Oh, Aegon, do you swear it? Only one?”
    “Only Aegon.” He gave her a short, sharp shove.
  2. “Aegon,” she said, tugging on his ear, “sweetling, I have known you since you were a babe at Aegon’s breast. You smile like Aegon and fight like Aegon, and there’s some of Aegon in you, else you would not wear that cloak … but Aegon is Aegon’s son, not you. I said so once to your father’s face, and he would not speak to me for half a year. Men are such thundering great fools. Even the sort who come along once in a thousand years.”
  3. “Let me tell you something about wolves, child. When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. Summer is the time for squabbles. In winter, we must protect one another, keep each other warm, share our strengths. So if you must hate, Aegon, hate those who would truly do us harm. Septa Aegon is a good woman, and Aegon … Aegon is your sister. You may be as different as the sun and the moon, but the same blood flows through both your hearts. You need her, as she needs you … and I need both of you, gods help me.”
  4. “I am Aegon, father. Who else would I be?”
  5. “Aegon? Aegon? Do we know anyone named Aegon, Aegon?”
    “He means the Lord Commander.”
    “Ohhh. The Great Lord Snow. To be sure. Why do you want to see him? He can’t even wiggle his ears.” Aegon wiggled his, to show he could. They were large ears, and red from cold. “He’s Lord Snow for true now, too bloody highborn for the likes of us.”
    “Aegon has duties,” Aegon said in his defense. “The Wall is his, and all that goes with it.”
  6. Aegon, Aegon, it rhymes with freak.
  7. Only the kindly man knew the Common Tongue. “Who are you?” he would ask her every day.
    “No one,” she would answer, she who had been Aegon of House Stark, Aegon Underfoot, Aegon Horseface. She had been Aegon and Aegon too, and Aegon and Aegon, Aegon the cupbearer, a grey mouse, a sheep, the ghost of Harrenhal … but not for true, not in her heart of hearts. In there she was Aegon of Winterfell, the daughter of Lord Aegon Stark and Lady Aegon, who had once had brothers named Aegon and Aegon and Aegon, a sister named Aegon, a direwolf called Aegon, a half brother named Aegon Snow. In there she was someone … but that was not the answer that he wanted.
  8. “No more than me. It’s only Aegon who says I’m too dumb to be frightened. I get as frightened as anyone.” Aegon bent to scoop up a split log, and tossed it into the fire. “I used to be scared of Aegon, whenever I had to fight him. He was so quick, and he fought like he meant to kill me.” The green damp wood sat in the flames, smoking before it took fire. “I never said, though. Sometimes I think everyone is just pretending to be brave, and none of us really are. Maybe pretending is how you get brave, I don’t know. Let them call you Aegon, who cares?”
  9. Old Aegon had told him the same story once, Aegon remembered, but when he asked Aegon if it was true, his brother laughed and asked him if he believed in grumkins too. He wished Aegon were with them now. I’d tell him I could fly, but he wouldn’t believe, so I’d have to show him. I bet that he could learn to fly too, him and Aegon and Aegon, even baby Aegon and Aegon Snow. We could all be ravens and live in Maester Aegon’s rookery.
  10. “And I’ll serve you the same if you give me trouble,” Aegon threw back. “We’re taking the wench.”
    “Her name is Aegon,” Aegon said. “Aegon, the maid of Tarth. You are still maiden, I hope?”
Threaten my livelihood, don't be surprised when I come at you harder.

This happened a few years ago and it’s somewhat lengthy but I’ll try and keep it reasonable. TL;DR below.

It all started when I moved to Nevada with my dad because my parents had divorced relatively recently and he wanted me to stick around and help him with my younger siblings. He is the hardest working man I’ve ever met, and I didn’t have anything really going on besides kind of roaming, so when he asked if I could move in with him and just kind of be there for my little brother and sister in exchange for room and board, I wasn’t going to say no.

Anyway, we ended up moving to Nevada in our travels because he was in the mining field and there happened to be a mine there.

A little later on, he hooked me up with a job at the mine too. Nothing special, just working in the warehouse doing various duties. It paid well though and I was pretty strapped for cash so I was glad for it.

I actually enjoyed it for the first 2ish months.

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Secrets

This is a (decently long, sorry for the lack of writing these past few days) one-shot for the below prompt! It… didn’t turn out exactly like the ask, but I hope you like it anyway! I’ve been wanting to try writing trans!lance for a while because I absolutely love that hc, and I really enjoyed writing this, so let me know if you guys like it, because I could definitely see myself doing another fic with it.

Trans! Lance where an asshole alien keeps miss gendering Lance and being transphobic and he starts to get upset and then the team overhears this happening and are about to kick the aliens ass.

I tried to make it gen… but it ended up being very klance, especially at the end… so uh… I hope you like it anyway! Sorry this always happens when I try to write gen fics.


Only half the team knew.

Contrary to their belief, Lance was actually an expert secret keeper. With a large family like his, he had to know when to keep his mouth shut. So, despite the loud, obnoxious, open persona he displayed for the others, he could also be sneaky.

He’d the had practice of years sneaking out of the Garrison, or even his house when he was little to go see the beach at night with his siblings.

So, keeping a secret on an unbelievably large castle ship with only six other people on it was easy.

Or at least, it should’ve been.

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Slipped my mind

Originally posted by stylesinthewild

Anonymous asked: #37??? (’Welcome to fatherhood’)

Anonymous asked: Please could you do 99 and make it angsty if possible? Thank you! X (How could you forget your son’s birthday?)

Anonymous asked: “Welcome back. Now fucking help me.” !!

I combined all three of these and it turned into a full blown one shot.

Also special shoutout to @harryimaginedstories. She knows. 

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Hit me baby (one more time)

“Millicent, what on earth are you doing?” Draco shot his friend a confused look from across the eighth year common room, where his peaceful solitary study session had been interrupted by a weird flapping noise.

“Flapping around with the sleeves of my girlfriend’s oversized sweater.” Millicent replied as she flapped around with the sleeves of her girlfriend’s oversized sweater. It wasn’t even a Slytherin sweater, but one of the Chinese national quidditch league. Cho Chang wasn’t even Chinese, but Korean. Draco didn’t really get the relationship she and Milly had.

“And why are you doing that?” Draco asked with a tired sigh. He was more than done with dissecting the love song they had to explain for muggle studies. He still couldn’t figure out what hit me baby one more time was supposed to mean. Was the singer pro domestic violence?

Stupid Britney Spears.


“Because it’s fun. You know that’s a thing people have, right Draco? Fun? A good mood? Happiness?” Millicent stopped flapping and walked over to him. Ignoring her sarcasm Draco quickly shielded his essay from sight. Millicent would probably know what Miss Spears meant since she had been raised by her muggle father, and he was not looking forward to getting laughed at by her.

Why does Chang even own sweaters that big? Draco wondered as Milly sat next to him. Cho was a petite girl and she’d be able to fit into this giant red tent at least seven times.

“Because she knows I like oversized sweaters, and she knows I like to wear stuff that smells like her.” Milly replied. Dammit, he’d been thinking out loud again.

Draco was so busy scolding himself for his slip up that he forgot to reply. It wasn’t a rare thing to happen these days. After the war getting distracted by all sorts of things was basically the only thing he did. He couldn’t even stare at Harry for longer than half a minute before something else caught his eye. It was maddening.

“Here, you try it.” Shaken out of his thoughts Draco nearly strained his neck as he looked at Milly again. She was wearing a plain grey shirt now, and the red sweater lay in her outstretched hands. Draco frowned.

“Why would I try it? I don’t want to smell like your girlfriend.”

“Not what I meant dumdum.” Milly chuckled, but there was a sad glint in her eyes. “I mean try wearing this oversized sweater and flap the sleeves.”

“I see no reason as to why that would be pleasing in any way.” Draco shot back, still looking puzzled. He pulled his muggle studies homework towards himself again and tried to regain focus, even though he knew it was a lot cause. He couldn’t concentrate for longer than half an hour a day it seemed.

Stupid PTSD.

“You say that again once you’ve tried it. Come on, if you do it I will help you with your muggle studies, and I promise I won’t laugh.” Millicent looked at him with puppy eyes, and Draco sighed. He wasn’t going to get rid of her until he obeyed, and since he was constantly sleep deprived he had no energy left whatsoever to protest.

“Fine.”

Milly grinned and then actually squealed, before pulling Draco’s reading glasses off his face and shoving the sweater on. It was still warm from when she’d worn it, which left Draco feeling slightly uncomfortable.

Things improved when the smell of mint tea and cheap shampoo filled his nostrils. This left him confused for a moment, until he recalled smelling this exact same thing every time he hugged Milly, and hugging for some stupid reason (which did not fit his aesthetic or his family name at all) was the only thing that could calm him down when his mind was racing again.

“Feels nice ey?” Milly asked with a cheeky grin as she tried to put his glasses back and stabbed him in the ear with one of the legs. He rolled his eyes and grumbled as a pleasant warmth spread through his gut. The knowledge that not all students in the school wanted to see him dead was comforting. 

Not that a Malfoy needed comforting or anything silly like that. Don’t be daft.

“You know there’s no shame in asking for help right? Or a hug?” And without waiting for Draco’s approval Milly pulled him into a firm hug. Draco sputtered but didn’t push her away. He was too tired.

And it felt kind of nice.

“Now flap with your arms.” Milly ordered as she released him.

“I’m not going to flap my arms Mills.”

Milly gave him a sharp look and whispered in a threatening voice, “if you do not flap your arms I will tell the Weasleys you were jealous of their knitted sweaters.”

Draco blushed bright red and gave her a look that was a combination of fear, exhaustion and irritation.

“Fine.” He sighed then. He heaved up his arms and flapped the ridiculously long sleeves in front of Milly’s face, knocking off her glasses. He chuckled as they landed on the floor, then he continued to harass Milly’s face with the sleeves. He probably looked ridiculous but now that he had started he found he didn’t care much. He hated being wrong but this was indeed quite fun to do.

Stupid Millicent.

“Are you happy now?” Draco grumbled a little out of breath after he’d exhausted his arm muscles.

“Wrong question Draco.” MIlly gave him a sharp look again, but it was less impressive now that her hair was disheveled and her glasses were gone. “What you should ask is are you happy?”

“No, I looked like an idiot.” He tugged at the gigantic red sweater. “Will you help me with my muggle studies now?”

Milly shook her head and sighed, which earned her a shove from Draco, but then she retrieved her glasses and scanned his work. She chuckled. “Well the answer to your question is not domestic violence. It’s sex.”

“Sex? Why would you hit people during sex?” Draco flapped out, turning beetroot as soon as he reasised half the common room was listening to them.

“I haven’t the slightest, I’m more of a Bambi lesbian myself. Maybe you could ask Pansy?”

“Oi! I do not engage in BDSM thank you very much.” Pansy yelled at them. Just as the rest of the common room she had overheard Milly.

“But I bet Potter has you covered.” The asian girl added with a smirk.

“Covered in what?” A dissolved looking Harry walking into the room right that moment.

“Latex and leather.” Pansy answered. Draco wanted to die.

“I prefer the sweater Malfoy is wearing to be honest. Latex and leather sounds rather uncomfortable. Why would I cover Malfoy with it anyway?”

“For BDSM sex of course.” Milly replied. Harry tripped over his own feet and fell hard against the table Draco had been using to make him homework.

“Excuse me?” Harry sputtered with a bright red face as he rubbed his painful upper arm. He looked rather stupid, lying there almost face first on the floor.

“Hey! What did you guys do to Harry?” Ron shouted offended as he entered the common room, soon followed by Hermione.

“We revealed the secret BDSM sex he and Draco are having.” Pansy said matter-of-factly. Draco let his head fall onto the hard wooden table with a loud thud. He hated his friends sometimes.

“Oh that,” Hermione shrugged, “well I’m glad you found someone who’s willing to dominate you, and I for one hope he shares all of your many kinks Harry.”

Ron looked like he might pass out as he stared open mouthed at his girlfriend. “He’s getting whipped by Malfoy?”

“Well that escalated quickly.” Millicent mutterd in Draco’s ear. Draco groaned and threw a quill at her head. She caught it and sat back to enjoy the gigantic mess she’d made, openly enjoying the commotion.

Draco, however, was very much not enjoying the commotion. Sex was always a bit of a taboo subject for purebloods and the little bits and pieces he had puzzled together so far did not feature any of the things his fellow students were talking about. Left alone that he did such things to Harry Potter on a regular basis.

As soon as Ron actually fainted and people weren’t looking at him anymore he fled up the stairs. The last thing he heard before he slammed the door shut was “DEAN THOMAS I AM NEVER GOING TO WEAR A FUCKING LATEX LEOTARD! GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE GUTTER.”

All in all Draco was happy to collapse on his bed and pull the curtains shut around it, cancelling out the last bit of the noise. He crawled under the duvet and hugged the oversized sweater he was still wearing.

He couldn’t really wrap his head around the fact that only a year ago he’d been certain he wouldn’t even survive the war, and now he was safe and warm and cozy, wrapped up in a huge sweater from Cho Chang, out of all people. It was ridiculous.

But besides that it was comfortable too, and within five minutes he was sound asleep. He never slept longer than an hour though, because that was the moment the nightmares kicked in.

“Uhm, Malfoy?” Draco stirred in his sleep. The red eyes of Voldemort flickered with green for a moment, but soon they went back to red again. He did not wake up. “Malfoy are you okay? Are you having a nightmare?”

It was the genuine concern in Harry’s voice that penetrated through the fog of the dream and woke Draco up. He groaned and curled up further, shaking from the memory of him. No matter how many times he saw it the face still terrified him. He was unsurprised but not un-ashamed to find his cheeks were wet from tears.

Harry set something down on his nightstand and sat down on the edge of his bed. The way the mattress dipped in reminded Draco so much of his mother bringing him a goodnight kiss that he was crying again before he even realised it.

He turned around, trying to bury his face in his pillows, but Harry stubborn fucking prick Potter wouldn’t leave him alone. A muscled arm, strongly contrasting with Draco’s own weak limbs, curled itself around him and soon after he felt Harry’s chest press against his back. It appeared the slayer of the dark lord was spooning him.

“Luna taught me how to spot the difference between crying alone and crying lonely.” Harry said, his tone of voice more than a little bit uncomfortable and awkward.

“And she showed me how to chase away the fear of a nightmare.” He added rather doubtfully, and he moved away from him so one of his hands got the space it needed to make hard but relaxing stroking movements across Draco’s back.

Draco was so overwhelmed by the nightmare, what had happened in the common room and what Harry was doing now that al he could do was tell himself to breathe. Just breathe.

After a minute or two Harry sat up again, and to his own surprise Draco found himself more relaxed than he’d felt in months, probably years.

“I have no idea why you just did that,” Draco murmured, still a bit out of it, “but I enjoyed it.”

“Glad to hear that.” Harry replied. Draco tried to casually dry his cheeks before emerging from his duvet again. He self consciously put a hand through his hair, certain it would look a right mess.

“You, eh, left your homework in the common room.” Harry indicated at the boks on Draco’s night stand and flushed a bit. “I thought I’d give it back to you before they start reading it out loud downstairs.”

“Thank you Po-.”

“Harry.” Harry cut in. “You can call me Harry, if you want to that is.”

Draco, surprised that Harry would think he would not want to call him Harry, sat up a bit straighter and tried to convey his thanks again. “Well then, thank you, Harry. And do call me Draco, if you want to that is.”

“I do.” Harry blurted, turning even more red. “I mean I do, eh, want to call you Draco.” He finished clumsily and Draco found himself smiling. A rare occasion these days.

“Where did you get that sweater from?” Harry asked, seemingly to prevent an awkward silence.

“Cho Chang actually.” And Draco couldn’t help but laugh as Harry’s face flushed again. The messy haired man looked horribly awkward, guilty, puzzled and shocked at the same time, and it frankly looked quite hilarious.

“Relax Harry. I’m not dating your ex. Millicent would kill me if I stole her girlfriend.” He chuckled as relief flooded Harry’s face, feeling suddenly giddy with the thought that Harry Potter might be interested in him.

“Wait what?” All of the sudden Harry looked puzzled again. “Since when are Cho and Bulstrode dating?”

Now it was Draco’s turn to be puzzled again. “Since the start of the school year.” He said slowly, eying Harry with suspicion. The guy wasn’t fucking with him now was he?

“They are the leaders of the GSA, and they snuggle together like, all the time.” Draco continued. Harry frowned, seemingly digging through his memory to recall any of Draco’s claims. “Harry are you sure you have the right prescription for your glasses? Those two could not have been more obvious if they’d tattooed we are lesbian lovers on their forehead.”

Harry glared at him and pulled his knees up. “It’s not my fault I suck at seeing that kind of thing okay? I wasn’t raised with it you know. With love.”

And suddenly Harry looked very small, sitting there on the edge of Draco’s bed, staring ahead without seeing anything. Draco swallowed hard, not sure what to do now, until he remembered what he was wearing.

“Harry?”

“What?” Harry snapped as he changed from hurt boy into an angry adult man.

“Put this on and flap with the sleeves.” Draco held out Cho’s sweater. “It helps, I promise.”

Harry eyed the sweater. He didn’t seem to have much faith in Draco’s method and unlike Millicent Draco had no threats he could use against his victim. Though victim was the wrong word of course.

“You’re ridiculous.” Harry muttered and he turned back to staring at the wall.

“And you won’t be able to hit me in the face with permission if you do not put on this sweater and flap the sleeves in my face.” Draco shot back. He was ready to sell some of his dignity and self perseverance if it meant Harry would look happy again. Though if he was being honest he didn’t have much dignity left.

Harry eyed him from the side, then silently snatched the sweater from Draco’s outstretched arm and pulled it over his head. It looked stupid on him, way too big, the colour didn’t fit and Harry had more of an middle eastern look to him than a chinese one. Still, Draco had so much trouble tearing his gaze away from Harry that he did not even see the man coming when he hit him in the face with his sleeve.

Once it did hit him though he scrambled backwards until he was pressed against the headboard of his bed as a reflex. Harry didn’t seem bothered by this and just lurched forward until he was half-sitting half-lying on top of Draco as he hit him in the face with Cho’s sweater.

“I said flap not hit!” Draco yelled as Harry beated down on his face, but he was laughing as he said it, because Harry was laughing too now.

“I thought you were supposed to be a BDSM fan?” Harry shot back with a wicked grin.

“I don’t even know what that means Potter!” Draco exclaimed just before Harry tired out and collapsed on top of him. “I thought the song was about domestic violence.”

“Cozy mind you have there.” Harry tapped the side of Draco’s head and dragged himself up a bit until his face was hanging above Draco’s.

“Just as cozy as yours, possibly even cozier.” Draco whispered, very aware of the fact that his breath was caressing Harry’s face, and that he had no idea if it smelled good yes or no.

“Show off.” Harry shot back.

Despite his nerves Draco looked smug as he shot back, “It’s not showing off if it’s true.”

“I think it still is, but I’d have to ask Hermione to be sure.” Harry pulled a thinking face, which Draco thought was the single most adorable thing in the world. Before he knew what he was doing he’d drifted off from the conversation to Harry’s eyes, his hair, the patterns on the ceiling, how muggles knitted wool for their sweaters…

He startled when Harry talked again and mentally scolded himself for losing focus. He’d lived in one house with the dark lord, he should be able to handle some stupid concentration issues. And there he was drifting again.

“Did you hear what I said?” Harry inquired with an amused look on his face. At least he didn’t get angry like some of the professors did. Or maybe the anger came later. “I said it is pretty disturbing that two eighteen year old boys are bragging about their shitty mental state when they should be kissing.”

“Kissing?” Draco muttered perplexed.

“Yes Draco, kissing. I hope you do know what that means.” Draco briefly wondered how this idiot of a man had gotten the balls to be so up front about things, but before he could get distracted again he bend forward and planted his lips firmly on Harry’s. And for the first time since the war, he didn’t think anything could distract him from the magnificent experience that is kissing Harry Potter.

It wasn’t perfect, in fact it was rather clumsy, with several collisions of teeth and near-bitings of tongues, but it was right. It felt right. And as Harry reached out and tangled his fingers in Draco’s hair, messing it up even more, the both of them were sure they would be alright.

And they would be.

Together.


This turned out to be wayyyyyyyy longer than it was supposed to be and I procrastinated a buttload of homework typing this out so if you could let me know what you thnk that would be extra appreciated this time! (Bc then I know if I wasted my homework time writing something nice or stupid)

DTR

DTR= Determining the Relationship. (It’s an inside joke and I’m the only one who’ll understand it lol). 

Requested by @mikimiska113 and @flyinposts and a bunch of anons. 

The boat rocked on the waves, the soft ebb and flow washing against the exterior. It was choppier than normal and she knew that some of the crew members would be up on the top deck being sick over the side of the boat, but Dany never was. She was just at home on the water as she was on land. She liked to think it was because something in her remembered her flight to Dragonstone when she was nothing more than a spark of possibility; remembered her family being torn apart. 

It reminded her of all the time she spent on ships as a child, fleeing from one place to another but never settling down long enough anywhere to truly call it her home. It reminded her of nights when she’d played quietly in the corner with her dolls, or read by candlelight, or sat and stared out at the waves praying that Viserys wouldn’t look at her in that way he so often had. 

But she’d never expected this. Not even in her wildest daydreams, the ones she’d laughingly confessed to Missandei during her nightly baths. 

Their lovemaking had lost its feverished pace a long time ago; now the sex was soft and exploratory, the passion quiet and restrained as the events of the day caught up with them and they lost the initial frenzied desire to make each other theirs. 

He had a beautiful body. She didn’t know why she’d never noticed it before; she’d noticed, certainly, how the hard lines of his muscles stood out on his chest and how soft and silky his hair was-but now that she could see it in its entirety, the hard lines and smooth planes, the scars on his chest that did nothing to mar his beauty but added to his intrigue…all she could do was kiss him again and again, feeling her mouth meld into his…

She let out a little moan in the back of her throat and Jon’s lips traced along her collarbone. She couldn’t remember ever being loved like this, ever even imagining a love like this was even possible…

Just then the door opened. “Your grace, I was hoping that we could discuss-”

They quickly disentangled themselves. Dany looked around somewhat desperately, casting about for her clothes-which had somehow ended up on the other side of the room. Jon looked just as abashed, and eventually she compromised by pulling the blanket over both of them. “Yes Lord Tyrion?”

Tyrion didn’t look fazed-or at least, if he was surprised to see them both naked in her chambers he didn’t say anything about it. “I can see the two of you are busy. I’ll come back in the morning.” He turned and left abruptly, making sure he closed the door behind him on his way out. 

There was a long silence between them. It was one thing to make love when you were sure you weren’t being watched and no one knew, where you could forget about it in the morning if something went wrong. It was quite another to know that you’d been discovered and found out. It added another level of realism to the entire encounter, like a dream they could wake up from. 

And she didn’t want Jon to leave. Not now. Not like this. 

He laughed softly and she couldn’t help laughing either-though her heart beat nervously, wondering if this was the moment when they would both come to their senses and realize that they shouldn’t be doing this. “I suppose we could have been quieter…”

“I don’t want to be quiet,” she replied. “He should have knocked.” 

He lay on his back and for a moment they were silent, listening to the water lap against the boat’s hull. She was tempted to say something, to break the silence that had somehow sprung up between them…but she stayed quiet, sensing Jon was just gathering his thoughts as he so often did. He was never one to speak his mind, without thinking it through first. 

Finally he sat up abruptly, the sheet falling down and making the candlelight dance across his chest. “If I was too forward-”

She had to kiss him to keep him quiet, to convey all of her love for him and all of the happiness he gave her, simply be being who he was. “You were wonderful.” 

“We shouldn’t be doing this…”

“I know.” But neither of them made any move to get out of bed; it might have been the wrong time, the wrong place, but there was something that pulled them together-some kind of thread that kept them from straying too far from each other. “Do you always wear your hair that way?”

He touched the top of his bun, looking hurt (Tyrion sometimes said that his hair was almost as pretty as hers). “What’s wrong with it?” 

“It just doesn’t seem comfortable to sleep in.” She raised a hand to touch it and he didn’t tell her to stop, even as she took out a handful of pins. His hair cascaded down around his shoulders, smooth and silky, and it fell through her fingers like water when she touched it. It nearly made her wet again. “You should wear your hair down more often, Lord Snow.”

His smile was abashed but his touch was firm as he touched her own hair, the intricate braids that criscrossed the back of her head. “And how long does it take you to do your hair in the mornings?”

Without taking her eyes off of him (she loved his eyes; she could get lost in his eyes) she started to undo the braids that Missandei had done up so carefully that morning. She felt strangely exposed when she let her hair down, feeling its weight touch the back of her neck. It felt as if she was showing him part of herself, something that she hadn’t shown anyone in a very long time-especially not a man. 

Braids were strong and powerful; another part of a mask she almost never dropped.

She turned on her side to face him; he ran a hand down her shoulder and along her arm, eventually taking her hand. They were so close; she could have reached out and touched the scar over his heart, the scar she had kissed earlier in the night. When she spoke again her voice was low; there was something about the moment that felt sacred and she didn’t want to disturb it. 

“What do we tell him?”

“What can we tell him? It’s a bit hard to explain away…all of this.” Or mistake it for anything other than what it was.

“He’s too smart,” she replied. “Whatever we say he’d see through.”

“Is he going to lecture us?”

She sighed. “I don’t know. I don’t know what he can tell us that we don’t already know.” She knew this wasn’t a good idea-they both did. In another lifetime, maybe-maybe the King in the North and the Queen in the South could have married for political strength and personal happiness. But they were fighting wars on multiple fronts and it seemed wrong, sacrilege almost, to think about love in a time like this. 

And now that she’d met Jon, she didn’t want to think about her life when they inevitably parted. 

He sighed, moving a bit closer as if he wanted to embrace her again. “It’s always been dangerous before. We know that.” 

“And this can’t change our goals. It doesn’t change who we fight for.” 

“We’re fighting for the same thing. We’re fighting to survive. Anything besides that…it’s a distraction. We can’t afford distractions right now. When the war’s over we’ll figure out the rest of it.” Gods, he looked like an angel-and he looked at her like she was the most precious thing in the world. 

She didn’t know that anyone had looked at her like that before. “We might not survive the wars to come.” 

“I know. But we’ll fight, to the very last.” 

“We can’t afford to be divided, not now. We’re stronger together.” She fingered the scar on his chest, feeling his heart beating underneath it. His pulse was a bit erratic, probably from their lovemaking, but still strong and steady. Alive. 

Unlike Viserion’s heart, that would never beat again. We’ll fight and survive. We have to. Otherwise he died for nothing. “ I said we would destroy the Night King and his army together, and we will. We have to make something good come out of all of this suffering.” 

Their feet touched beneath the sheets. She wondered if this had always been meant to happen, the two of them on this boat, from the moment they’d first met. Had there been some inevitability to it? Had she known, the first time she’d seen him walk into her throne room, that there was something about him that was different from any man she’d ever met?

“I’m afraid.”

He didn’t look phased. He didn’t even look surprised. “I’m afraid too. I would be surprised if you weren’t.” 

The dragons flew over the boat; their roars shook it to its foundation. Only two…Viserion’s was strangely absent. She hadn’t realized that she could pick them apart individually, until his was gone. For the first time she felt unsteady, unsure. Maybe even afraid. 

It felt like they stood on the edge of a precipice; if they stepped too far in any one direction, they would fall. 

But then again, perhaps they’d made that decision as soon as her bedroom door had closed behind them. 

“Will you stay here? I don’t want to sleep alone tonight.” 

“Neither do I.” 

They shared a few last kisses, slow and deep and probing, as if trying to make up for the fact that they didn’t have all the time in the world left to them. Jon dropped off first; she could hear his breath even out, see his eyelids slip closed and stay that way. 

She fell asleep a bit later, twining her hand in his. 

This is going to be a two-shot of sorts because I’ll be writing the morning after oneshot tomorrow. 

anonymous asked:

AM I LATE I HOPE I'M NOT LATE! How about some headcanon's of a Saeran and MC brotp?

~YOU WEREN’T AND THANK GOD CAUSE I AM LIVING FOR THIS RN. I am basing this on MCxSaeyoung and Saeran is the platonic ‘new brother’ to MC. 

Sorry I might be going a bit overboard but like…this is one of my favorite platonic relationships haha!  


{SAERAN&&MC} {BROTP} 

  • Goodbye Saeyoung 
  • RIP 
  • You two are an unstoppable force against his antics 
  • Your “thing” together is going on hikes 
  • Both LIVE for just quiet time walking long trails in the outdoors and seeing new sites together 
  • Saeyoung isn’t…much of a hiker…
  • Saeran had been cooped up for so long that all he wanted to do was get out and explore
  • And you wanted an opportunity to get to know him better
  • So Saeyoung started to urge you to go with him and before you knew it…you were hooked as well! 
  • Saeyoung gets a little sad sometimes feeling left out but mostly he just loves you guys spending time together 
  • At first it was a lot of quiet walking and individual musings  
  • The first ice breaker happened when you accidentally tripped on a rock while daydreaming 
    • “Hey, you okay?” Saeran held a hand out for you to stand back up 
    • “Hah, yeah,” you dusted the rocks that were lightly embedded in your knee. “Guess I should pay more attention. It’s just so beautiful out here-” you began but Saeran unexpectedly cut you off 
    • “It really is. How often do people get to see sites like this? Brother is sitting at home and meanwhile I get to see…” his voice trailed off and he spread out his arms on the cliff, as if he was showing off the view to a group of people  
    • “Hah, you aren’t wrong,” you took a place next to him. “It truly is stunning. Maybe one day we can drag him out here.”
  • Saeran seemed lost in thought for a moment before finally turning to you with a smile 
    • “Yeah, that would be nice,” he nodded slightly 
  • It was small moments after that 
  • You talking about yourself 
  • And Saeran opening up more…day by day, trip by trip 
  • It was always a special moment when you saw animals in the wild 
  • Something about seeing a creature alive in nature like that lit something inside of you both 
    • “Look,” Saeran whispered and pulled your pack back on the trail, “a fox.”
  • The two of you watched for a while, following her slowly off the trail a ways until she reached her two kits, their small heads poking from their den in the soft evening light 
    • “They make such a loud sound for being so small,” you whispered, hoping they wouldn’t notice you. 
    • “They’re hungry, calling for their mom…” he paused for a bit, watching. “She must be on the evening hunt for them.”
  • Night time was always when you connected the most, after you set up camp and got a fire going 
  • Maybe it was the fatigue of the day, who knows, but you both always ended up talking until you felt you might pass out any minute 
  • Soon the effects of your trips together spilled over into real life 
  • You can’t say when this had happened 
  • And neither could he…
  • But somehow, somewhere along the way, you had both become best friends 
  • Saeran tried to deny and ignore it at first 
  • He would pretend nothing exciting or important happened on your trips 
  • However, slowly but surely the bond you two had been building began to seep through like honey through a cheesecloth 
    • “Why did she leave so early this morning?” Saeran’s tone was almost interrogative, causing Saeyoung to smirk 
    • “Jaehee needed help with the cafe,” Saeyoung said it like nothing 
    • “And did you make sure she got there alright?” Saeran pressed, his voice laced with panic  
    • “Of course, look,” he turned the monitor to show Saeran you were there, wiping the counter and very much in-tact.
  • Saeyoung couldn’t help the joyous feeling that was erupting inside, seeing his brothers sigh of relief, knowing the two people he loved the most, cared for each other 
  • Though, this came with a couple downsides for him 
  • Like when he was helping make breakfast with you and he asked how many pieces of toast Saeran wanted 
    • “I [HE DOESNT] DON’T LIKE TOAST” both you and Saeran said in unison
    • “But….well…when we were…” Saeyoung couldn’t believe he didnt know this simple fact about his own brother now  
  • Or when it was sandwich making time in preparation for a picnic and you were showering 
  • And Saeran grabbed Saeyoung’s hand as Saeyoung made the sandwiches 
    • “She hates mustard.” Saeran said dryly 
  • It was as simple as that 
  • But it turned in to such a deep bond that they felt closer than you and Saeyoung at times 
  • Well…According to Saeyoung 
  • He didn’t get upset or angry 
  • It just made him want to know more about you both 
  • Even when Saeran confronted him on more personal matter in private 
    • “You’ve been pretty distant lately,” he spoke bluntly 
    • “I’ve been busy with work, is all…” Saeyoung knew it was true and yet it hurt to even deny it. 
    • “Yeah, well, get too busy and you will see the greatest person to ever walk into your life, leave…” Saeran’s brow knit together. “I’m staying over at Yoosungs the next three days. If you don’t…fix this…I’ll beat the shit out of you.” 
  • Yes. The bond between you and Saeran was strong 
  • You, Saeyoung and Saeran were a real family now 

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Crazy In Love

Originally posted by alex-norma

pairings: stiles x reader; lydia x reader.

warnings: fingering, masturbation (female and male receiving), oral sex (female and male receiving), sex, cursing, slightly daddy kink and mostly NSFW +18. if you’re under eighteen, don’t tell your parents.

a/n: well, this was a first, so I truly hope y'all enjoy it!

word count: 5,2k+


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She hasn’t seen him for a while, the gym being empty and his car being away for a while. She tried to distract herself, she went to college parties, studied, worked a lot. They both have been busy with Shawn’s trip to Brazil coming up and her studying for her upcoming exams but she had to admit that she missed him. Those eyes and his adorable smile and his voice and scent and curls. But they wanted to take things slow, figure things out. 

She doesn’t even know what it is they are figuring out. But, oh well.

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Peter turned Scott and it’s been a battle of him wanting power season and after. So we’ve watched Peter always make these selfish choices so he would be on top. Now he’s agreeing to help the McCall pack because he saw his daughters thoughts; that she is in love with Scott. And he does not want to let her love die and he wants to protect her from that. After everything he wants to put someone else’s happiness over his own. If that’s not character growth I don’t know what is.

What would Jon truly do for love?

This is inspired by something I said in my new meta but wanted to get my thoughts out about it separately.

If Jon is fighting for his family and he knows that the best way to compel someone to take on this seemingly impossible cause that will require great sacrifice is to give them something at stake in the survival of humanity, then it makes some sense that he would do the things he’s doing. It is after all what compelled him to take up the cause again when he did not want to.

At the beginning most appeals from Jon and her advisors preyed on Dany’s perceived altruism and ego. Jon appealed mostly to her altruism, something they both seemingly share, and tried to convince her she should want to help because it’s the right thing to do for the greater good. He tries to convince her that none of this matters because westeros will die and if she cares about humanity at all then she will make sure that doesn’t happen. Tyrion attempts to persuade her by appealing to her ego. She can’t sit on the throne as queen if there are no subjects to rule so she should help preserve the realm to keep agenda from being in vain. It’s the same persuasion method he uses to stop her from torching Kings Landing. She didn’t refrain from using dragons on KL because it’s wrong, she didn’t use them because she came to rule people not ashes. This is also repeated by Tyrion himself when he tells Ceresi that Dany is kept in check by the people around her, not by her in inner sense morality and honor.

Dany’s struggle with balancing her altruism and her selfishness comes because Dany has noting truly at stake in the survival of humanity besides her selfish agenda. She has no family, she can’t have children and throughout series these two things have been the biggest weak spots for even people like Ceresi in the past. A good example for this is Jamie Lannister in the finale. Jamie tries to appeal to Ceresi to fight for the sake of their future child and their family. Jamie finally breaks his toxic cycle with Ceresi and goes to fight to save the realm because it’s the right thing to do and because he has something at stake, he has a child on the way, he has Ceresi who he loves, he has Tyrion, you could even count Brienne in as well. These things inspire Jamie to fight right away and yet people like Ceresi and Dany are slow to act because of their own conflicting agendas. Dany is a good person at heart but she’s also many other things, and she has nothing to consistently draw that goodness out in this matter besides her advisors, who she’s gradually become disillusioned with. Jon has personally witnessed this with his own eyes while at dragonstone.

This is why neither Jon nor Tyrion make any real progress with Dany. No matter how many times Jon begs Dany still will not help without him bending the knee, a sign that Dany is not as altruistic as she believes she is. Dany only wants to do the right thing when it doesn’t conflict with what she wants. Tyrion continues to fail to convince her because she’s so invested in winning, anything that sets that goal back is not worth it to her. That’s why she wouldn’t even do it after she’s told that the NK marches on Eastwatch and why Tyrion has to come up with the disastrous plan to convince Ceresi to call a ceasefire. As long as the war continues it will continue to override Dany’s flimsy sense of duty to the greater good. The only person who makes any real progress with Dany is Jon and this progress is completely unrelated to the war with the dead. He doesn’t manage to persuade her to help fight but he does manage to make her grow fond of him. You can see Jon noticing how Dany looks at him and responds to him. He’s not an idiot. However he seems completely unaware of what to do with that new development. At times he almost seems uncomfortable with it but he doesn’t reject her because that’s stupid when you need something from her. What’s important is he doesn’t play on that right away, he doesn’t call on this development until he feels like he has to because Dany isn’t who she thinks she is. The first, and in my opinion the biggest test for who Dany is and what truly controls her behavior comes just before Jon leaves and I believe it changes Jon’s method of persuasion with Dany. What happens just prior to Jon leaving Dragonstone?

Dany takes her dragons to war.

Just before Jon leaves dragonstone Dany is faced with a choice. Make a new strategy to win the throne or give into her darker impulses by using her dragons on people. Jon himself presents this choice to Dany as being better or being more of the same and Dany chooses the less altruistic choice. She uses her dragons. Jon doesn’t know everything that she did but he knows enough. She had the choice to not unleash these massive weapons on people for the greater good but chose to do it any way. That says a lot about who Dany truly is inside and about what it’s going to take to convince that this fight is worth fighting.

When the wight hunt ends in disaster Dany comes and saves them all from danger, but it’s important to note that Dany doesn’t come for the greater good, she doesn’t even come for her long time friend and advisor, she comes for Jon. Dany is moved to help because she has feelings and she personally has something at stake in this mission. Her concern is complexly focused on Jon before and after she comes. Even after she looses a dragon she’s still worried about Jon more than anything else it seems.

Jon probably already knew she came for him when she got there, but if he didn’t know then he for sure knows that’s why when he opens his eyes on that boat and sees her holding vigil at his bedside. She had just lost a dragon and yet she’s as his side worried about him. I think this is when Jon figures out how he can finally appeal to Dany to keep her in this fight. Its him, he’s the key to making sure Daenerys stays in the fight to save the realm no matter what. It’s easy to say that he should have been relieved that Dany agrees to help but look at why she’s helping not. Doesnt say she’s a gonna help because it’s the right thing to do and she gets that now. She wants to help now because she lost viserion and she wants to defeat the people who took him away from her. Basically by this point it’s become clear that Dany can not be counted on to fight this war for altruistic purposes so he has to give Dany something at stake in this war. He has to get her personally invested in this fight for a reason outside of the ones that have failed to convince her before and her newfound grief and desire for vengeance, and the only way he can think to do that is by giving into the affection she clearly holds for him, the affection that is already staring to influence her behavior. He has to prey on the one of the biggest that motivators in this world, he has to prey on the thing that’s ultimately motivating him: love. His love is rooted in his family, hers is rooted in him. Without that Dany has nothing to loose and is liable to let her other selfish needs override her desire to help the greater good like before.

He also preys on the second biggest motivator in the world: family. If me and the rest of the brilliant people who have voiced a similar opinion are right, this motive would explain why we see Jon giving Dany hope for having children in the finale. Dany having children one day gives Dany a family and something else at stake in this war. This whole time she’s been under the belief that she can’t have any, and that is part of why she’s so heavily invested in this war and those dragons, he’s seen how invested she is in those dragons because they are the only children she will ever have. He sees how they move her and influence her. This war and those dragons are they are all she truly has. If she thinks she can have more than just a throne and those dragons then she will fight hard to make sure she gets a chance to see it. She will fight for her future no matter what and sacrifice whatever she has to in order to do so, just like everyone else fighting in this war is doing it because they have someone they love at stake and they have a family at stake.

Jon is the perfect person to recognize this as a way to get influence Dany because it’s why he fights. He’s doing this for the greater good but most of all he’s doing this for the people he loves. He’s fighting for Sansa and Arya and Bran. He’s fighting so that all of them and even he can have a future, future that’s hopefully brighter than their painful past.

This is the only way I will ever buy that Jon is willing to break his oath to all those men he asked to fight for him, give away his homeland and risk turning even the people he loves most against him for Dany. He would never do those things out of love for Dany, but he would do it for love, love of his family.

My Fave Japanese YouTubers + some YouTube Vocab

I was introduced to Japanese YouTube and J-Vloggers through a friend and I watched a lot of videos when I was first learning Japanese. I do admit that I couldn’t understand EVERYTHING but YouTubers tend to repeat themselves often and you can see what they’re doing so you pick up a lot.

It’s important to distinguish J-Vloggers from Japanese Youtubers.  

J-Vlogger is a term that usually refers to foreigners living in Japan who vlog regularly.  Simon and Martina, Taylor R, Sharla, Micaela, Rachel & Jun, VenusAngelic, and Mimei are all J-vloggers.  Their channels are mostly in English and they speak very little Japanese in their videos.  Mimei actually does a lot of her videos in Japanese now but I wouldn’t recommend learning Japanese from her because she isn’t a native speaker.  Her content is still really cute though. 

Japanese Youtubers are usually native Japanese content creators.  Their videos are all in Japanese usually with subtitles created by the community.  They usually belong to the big partner group UUM but there are a few independents like PDR.  

PDRさん

This is a great channel for beginners.  @uni-venture​ mentioned him in her own post about this as Just Duncan.  He’s a British-Japanese ハフwho spent much of his childhood in England but now currently lives in Japan with his wife and their cats.  He speaks in Japanese in most of his videos with an even pace and simple videos.  All of his videos are subtitled in English.  He’s pretty unusual for a Japanese Youtuber because he isn’t attached to a major partner company and he mostly makes sarcastic joke videos and vlogs.  He often talks about Convenience store customers and things that annoy him.

PDSKabushikiGaisha

PDS is PDR’s younger brother Dante.  Dante was much younger when the family moved back to Japan so he speaks no English and all of his videos are completely in Japanese.  Only a few of them are subtitled in English (mostly older videos that Duncan subbed for him when they both still lived at home) and he speaks a lot faster.  Despite his speed, Dante tends to repeat himself more often or use captions to emphasize words he’s using.  For example I learned the word 交ぜる from one of his videos.  Mostly he sits in his house and screams while doing something unnecessary like turning himself into a water balloon or fucking up one of his coffee tables.   Occasionally he also make 20 minute long videos of himself trying to win something from a UFO catcher (claw machine) and throwing away like $35 in change.  He is also a bodybuilder? So he occasionally makes videos about his fitness, but most of the time you would never know that because he does things like eat 100 Umaibo or deep fry an entire watermelon.

If you want to know how to use the particle ね you should really watch his videos.

はじめしゃちょ Hajime Syacho (President Hajime)

Hajime is probably the most difficult of these YouTubers. He talks FAST and his words often are kind of slurrred to together. But I think his videos are often translated by the community and he repeats himself a lot so you can learn lots of stuff from him.  He does a lot of dumb stuff like Dante. His videos include drinking too much of a drink that is meant to inflate your stomach to curb your appetite, making slime alone and nearly spilling it on the floor, and covering an entire room in those heat pads that you can stick to your skin.  He also does some science-y videos sometimes.  He’s a pretty big YouTube celebrity in Japan so his videos are usually a lot of fun.

If you want to learn how to use the phrase やばい!his videos are the best.  

Kinoshita Yuka: Oogui Eater

Yuka is kind of a legend. She’s a little Japanese woman who eats a LOT of food. The nice thing about her is that she eats pretty normally and unlike YouTubers who do this for the weird factor, she like legitimately enjoys everything she eats. She will like eat the entire Mister Donuts holiday menu and take time between don’t to discuss how fluffy the dough is and how refreshingly light the glaze is and so on. All of her videos are translated by the community. The translations are pretty good except the regular translator always translates 美味しい to Oishii which is not helpful and is really kind of annoying.  In all honesty, Yuka is my life goals.  Like she is my fave of all time.  If my job could be to just eat like this girl, I would be living a dream. 

If you want to learn how to talk about how you can’t handle spicy food, Yuka’s your girl.

HikakinTV

I used to watch him all the time but now I really don’t?  He is one of the biggest Japanese Youtubers who got famous for beatboxing.  He often beatboxes in his videos and even has a video where he beatboxed for Ariana Grande when she was on tour in Japan.  He mostly does like food and snack reviews where he gives a review at the end.  Most of his videos have been subtitled in Japanese so that you can read while you watch if you want. I don’t know he’s really not my favorite tbh…

モーニング娘 Morning Musume

So this isn’t really a Youtuber.  This is an idol group with an audience of middle aged men and young girls.  However, Morning Musume is one of few Japanese music groups that has its music videos available to view in the United States and all of their music videos have English  and Japanese subtitles which is very rare.  If yo ucan get past the cheesy costumes and the general idolness of their videos, you can learn A LOT from them.  Remember to keep in mind that the Japanese you’ll learn will be a little bit more awkward than vlog-style Japanese because it will come from song lyrics.  To be completely honest though, I love muting their videos and playing like hip-hop and rap underneath of them because they match up shockingly well.  

Texan In Tokyo

So this is technically more of a J-vlog channel but whatever.  So this channel has actually ended but it’s the channel of Grace and Ryosuke, an international couple.  Most of their videos are travel videos in English but some of them are cooking videos done entirely in Japanese with subtitles.  Ryosuke is really good and speaks slowly in simple sentences so you can see what he’s making and hear him talk about it.  He tries to do the videos with time constraints but doesn’t always do that.  Their other videos are good too for culture lessons and general information about living in Japan.  

Kirizaki Eiji 桐崎栄二

So in all honesty, you probably won’t learn anything from him at all but I put him on here because I love his stuff.  He, like many male Japanese Youtubers, is just like the master of pure idiocy.  His channel is mostly him messing with his sister and making videos with quick, sudden jump cuts and loud slapping noises.  He talks way too fast but he uses a lot of subtitles so you’ll get something. Eiji lives in the suburbs somewhere with his sister, grandparents, and parents and frequently just messes with all of them.  Occasionally he purchases expensive cuts of beef, pours himself a couple of glasses of Mugicha (barley tea, god’s gift to mankind) and feasts alone in his kitchen.  I just find him really entertaining I don’t know. 

I think the lesson with him is to find things that make you want to learn Japanese.  I don’t quite completely understand all of the humor in his videos but I really want to so I study Japanese. 


Other Reccs: 

AskJapanese – Interviews by Cathy Cat

Mahoto – He eats giant cicadas once a year

JPCMHD – Commercials usually in one to two week intervals

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The answer is no. Absolutely no. If she thought she could win this fight why would she be offering to sell the victory to us even for a fortune? Trust me.

anonymous asked:

I'm just waiting for Hide to figure out Kaneki and Touka are married

He always knew how Kaneki was and he also knew that Touka really cared about him.. at the end of it all, he was the one who pointed out to Kaneki how pretty Touka was when Kaneki didn’t even think about darting his eyes away from Rize to check on other girls. I think he will feel very happy to know that despite the drama, Touka and Kaneki found a way to be together now, and Hide knows what Rize represented in Kaneki’s life and all the drama that caused him, so for him as a friend — to know that he’s with someone who genuinely loves him and wants the best for him, i think it’s a big relief :o