sho i had to use it

about sho’s report on gay parenting

You guys…. I am not gonna lie, I was almost on the verge of tears watching that report. It was SO GOOD. If I write everything I want to, this post would be gigantic so I’m just gonna cite the best points:

  • this report being part of a week-long campaign by Nihon TV about families in general
  • the emphasis on the fact that the lesbian couple had previous marriages due to compulsory heterosexuality and them trying to kill off their feelings (and that it is not a “trend”)
  • sho using gender-neutral language when explaining his first love to their daughter
  • the show highlighting that the discomfort their oldest son felt was due to society’s expectations on his own family AND NOT because of the sapphic nature of his parents’ relationship
  • them repeating multiple times that Japan is thought to have 1 in 13 LGBT people and that IT IS NOT SOMETHING UNCOMMON

Sho was very respectful from beginning to end. Never questioning, never refuting. He listened and understood their stories.

It is unbelievable how still at this time and age Japan, a first world country, still is pretty much on the dark about LGBT issues especially considering how one of the most famous celebrities in the country is an openly gay man who does drag.

Murao’s words in the end were spot-on and even though they were in a Japanese context, they still apply to a huge part of the world. “In our Constitution all people are protected from discrimination based on illness, race, creed, gender, etc. Therefore the government must take initiative on solving this issue.” This is a matter of human rights, folks. 

It was absolutely fantastic so see this topic being discussed in a more serious and journalistic space. Sho was also great for using his influence to bring light to these stories that were being ignored for a very long time.

@thatsthat24 this is your fault this is what your very sleep-deprived fans are doing

How much will it cost to get Anxiety to read this out for us?

Hi my name is Anxiety San'ders Emo Angsty. Mess. Some people say I look a lot like storytim guy ( A/N if you don’t know who that is get da f*k out of here !!!1!) I was wearing a dark black MCR shirt with a black and grey hoodie ( my fav hoody ) and blak jeans with those totally col conversely shos. I had white foundeshun on and my dark chestnut ( I wish it was blak ) hair swept over my eyes which were covered in black eyeliner. Undr my eyes there was dark eyeshadow and it made me look liek I haven t slept in 3 days I was so sexi. Then I walkt ot on2 da mindspace and I saw him………… Roman!!

my friend, Logic (AN: Logan dis is u!) woke up then grinned at me. He flipped his short ear-length chestnut brown hair with choclate streaks and opened his moca-brown eyes.

“Do you like Roman?” he askd as we wen out of da room and in2 da mind palace.

“No I so f**king don’t!” I shoudd

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Yes Sir Part 4

Yes Sir by evansrogerskitten 
Part 4: The Lecture

Sexual tension is high as Professor Winchester and Reader attend a school event. Hiding their feelings turns out to be a powerful aphrodisiac.

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Warnings: Explicit Smut. Fluff. NSFW. Language, multiple orgasms, oral sex, dirty talk, anal play, fingering, John being super hot. WC: 4562 On AO3 Images aren’t mine but I sure as hell appreciate their creators. 

A/N: This is for @impalaimagining‘s Sam Winchester’s Birthday Challenge. (Sorry Sammy, your dad took over the prompt LOL Happy Bday tho, love ya) Song prompt is Are You Gonna Be My Girl by Jet, which ending up inspiring the last scene. Thank you to everyone that has commented, reblogged, liked this series! Without your encouragement I wouldn’t be writing it. xoxo Enjoy :) 


“Oh look, Professor hottie is here.”

I turned away from my friend Jo’s teasing comment and looked up the aisle. People milled about in the hallway and auditorium, a quiet hum of voices filling the open space. But between all of that was Professor Winchester.

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After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.

Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
Did this.

I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?

The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.

She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.

She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.

Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
Questions.

She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.

To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,

With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.

Not everything is lost.

—   Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.”   (via naturaekos)

“Damaged Goods.” - Nico Hischier

Requested- Not at all my friends.

Warnings- mentions of abuse and drug use.

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Nicos POV

“Who is she?” I whispered to Taylor. I looked over at her as she sat in the back of the locker listening to our GM speak.

“Y/N , she’s one of our personal trainers. You don’t want to get involved with her though.” Hall whispered back to me trying not to interrupt the lecture.

The meeting ended and we all parted but I couldn’t stop thinking about what Hall said. I quickly walked over to him to get him to elaborate on what he said.

“Why can’t I?” I asked taking off my shirt and starting to put my gear on.

“She’s damaged goods Nic . Bad past bad girl , something you specifically sho of not get involved with..” Taylor continued to gear up as I asked more questions.

“What do you mean by bad past?” I questioned once more noticing the frustration on his face. As he spoke my eyes couldn’t help but trail back to her. Just standing there waiting for us to finish.

“She .. has had a bad past with drugs an abuse, but that was years ago probably about when she was in her teens I believe. Still damaged. She’s cold hearted and doesn’t care about what others feel.” Hall finished up and sat on the bench waiting for me.

“She doesn’t look cold.” I finished up and we all trailed to the ice.

As always we lined up on our blue line and started our laps. As I skated around I noticed her skate to the center of the ice and blow on her whistle.

“Alright boys, cross overs, goalie one on north side , two on south, rest of you split evenly in the 4 corners. South corners first practice passing and shooting and switch off from sides. Everyone understand?” She spoke , her voice was soft but demanding. We all followed and she watched us intently.

I paired up with Taylor and we did our drills, as we were skating across his stick came a little too far into my skate causing me to fall on my face.

“Come on Hischier! I know you can do better than that buddy.” She looked over at me and noticed the blood dripping down my nose. “Come on kid let’s get you fixed. Everyone keep doing your drills , in 5 minutes continue with your own.”

I get up and skated to the locker room following her behind but not to close. I sat on the bench near my locker and touched my nose looking at the blood on my fingertips.

“You took a nasty fall.” She walked over to me putting a towel to my face. “Are you okay?”

“You know the guys say you’re cold but I don’t see anything cold about you.” I blurted out realizing that I might have gone too far.

“Aaah gotcha , I guess they don’t really know me then. ” she looked down with a frown on her face.

“Is it true? The drugs and abuse things that they say?” I asked her herself instead of going through the boys.

“No , that was my sister but i guess people think it runs in the family.” I could see the anger in her eyes when I told her that’s what people were saying about her. “How about we go show them that they need to not let rumors define people yeah?”

We both got up heading back to the ice. We entered before she stopped me and told me to stay in the center and keep track of what they do.

“Alright boys, since you want to make up shit about people that isn’t even true you can do ten laps and when your done with that ten I want another ten. And when your done with that one Nico gets to pick what you do next.” She yelled at them and a crowd of groans and complaints escaped their mouths. “I know I know I must be on drugs to put you through this kind of abuse.”

She smirked at them as they stared at her wide eyes knowing that they had messed up. “Lets go!”

4

The Yakai’s hosts are very nice! They’d even purify their guests’ bottled water!

Imagine Chris taking you to Rome for a romantic getaway. (Part D)

A/N: Part 5D. Oh God, this is so long. I’m so sorry, but we’re nearing the end. You can read the previous parts here: (Little Ones - Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B/5C) and (Drunk Minds, Sober Hearts; Baby Fever; and Memory Lane - Masterlist)

Chris straightened his tie in the full length mirror in the bedroom while you watched your reflection in the ensuite mirror fix your diamond earrings on. It was your last night in Rome and Chris had made a reservation for a sunset dinner at one of the hotel’s five star restaurant. Like everything else, it’d been a while since you and Chris went out to dinner together. Having a kid meant home cooked meals with the occasional take-out, never fine-dine restaurants because most had an age restriction and Jack didn’t really have the patience to sit quietly for hours. As good a child as he was, he was still a child who would rather eat at home so he could rush to the television after.

“Hey, babe.” Chris called as his eyes darted to the ajar door of the ensuite through the mirror. “You ready? If we want to catch the sunset, we should probably get going.” He refocused his vision onto his tie, furrowing his brows when he realized it was still a little wonky.

“Yeah, just give me a sec.” You called back as you touched up your lipstick. “Do you mind if we call home and check in on Jack and the guys before we head out? Halloween’s tonight, so Jack will probably want to hear from us.” You tousled your loose wave and swiped your hands over the front of your blue sequin shift dress before making your way out of the ensuite.

Chris turned around as you walked out; his eyes lit up because it was that dress he loved which paired nicely with his blue suit. He smiled then licked his lips and fist pumped, making you chuckle softly; he had the same reaction every time. “You look amazing,” he told you, holding out a hand for you to take so he could pull you into his arms.

“As do you,” you told him and straightened his tie for him, making him smile. “Let’s just quickly FaceTime home so we can go have dinner with just you and me.” You pecked his lips and he smiled grew wider. “What time is it there?” You quizzed as you pulled away, making your way to your MacBook.

“It’s six now, so it should be about one in Boston.” He answered, joining you at the table as you called Scott’s FaceTime. “Let’s hope they’re not too busy with their shenanigans to answer our call, ‘cause you just know they’re planning something big.”

“Is that jealousy I detect in your voice again, Chris?” You teased him, glancing over you shoulder. “Need I remind you that we’re about to have a romantic sunset dinner that will definitely lead to other stuff in the bedroom?”

“No need,” he chuckled. “I’m afraid that if you do, I might just make us skip the sunset dinner.” He joked and you laughed before turning back to your MacBook which was still ringing. “C'mon, Scott. Pick up the-” The call was picked up, not by Scott but by Jack who was already wearing his Captain America costume. “Hi, bud!”

“Hi,” Jack grinned, waving into the camera. “Look, I’m Captain America.” He jumped back, posing and making the two of you laugh. “Uncle Scott’s outside helping set up for tonight. Did you want to talk to him?” He asked, closing in on the camera.

“No, it’s okay. We actually wanted to talk to you,” you told him. “We just wanted to check in and see how things were going. You look so good, sweetheart. So heroic, just like Daddy’s Captain America.” His smile widened when you said that. “I’m sure everyone in the neighborhood is going to love you tonight.”

“Thanks, Mama. I can’t wait till tonight, I want to get so much candy,” he grinned. “You look pretty,” he leaned in and smiled, realizing the two of you were dressed up. “And you look handsome, Daddy.” Chris smiled, nodding in acknowledgement. “Are you going somewhere?”

“Just out to dinner, bud.” Chris answered. “You-”

“Jack,” Sebastian’s voice came through and Jack turned to look behind him. “What candy sho-” he cut himself off when he walked into your line of sight, realizing Jack was talking to the two of you. “Hey love birds,” he smiled, descending to his knees beside Jack. “How’s Rome? I know Chris must be hard at work, but surely you’ve had some time to explore.”

“Just a little,” Chris lied, trying not to smile when he heard you chuckle. “We’re just checking in, we’re about to head out to dinner.” Sebastian nodded in acknowledgement, passing Jack the bags of candy he had in his hands. “Thank you so much for helping us with Jack, and tell Anthony that too. We really appreciate the help,” he told Sebastian.

“No problem, man,” Sebastian smiled. “We are having an absolute ball here.”

“Mama, I have to go help put the candy in the bowls outside.” Jack told you and you nodded. “I’ll see you when you get back, okay?” He ran off before you and Chris could say anything else. “Uncle Scott! Do you want the bl…” His voice trailed off the further he got.

“We’re really glad to hear that, Seb,” you admitted, chuckling. “We were both a little worried about leaving him, but it’s good to know that he can handle our absence. I think it has a lot to do with you and Anthony though, but don’t worry-” you laughed. “We won’t make it a habit.”

“Honestly, I don’t mind,” Sebastian chuckled. “I didn’t have to pay for flights, my food and housing are taken care of, and I get to hang out with an awesome kid. As long as I’m not working, you can call me anytime. I am at your disposal,” he dramatically bowed, making both of you chuckle.

“Thanks, Seb,” you smiled. “We’ll see you guys when we get back, our plane lands at eight-thirty which is Jack’s bedtime so don’t worry about telling him or coming to pick us up. We’re just going to grab a cab and we’ll see him in the morning.”

“No problem,” Sebastian nodded. In the background, Jack called out for him. “That’s my cue,” he chuckled softly, getting to his feet. “Have a good night, you two. Don’t do anything Steve Rogers wouldn’t do,” he teased with a wink then hung up.

Chris chuckled softly and leaned in, whispering in your ear. “Aren’t we glad that I’m not Steve Rogers anymore?” His minty breath was warm against your reddening cheek; a smirk could be hear in his voice.

“Let’s just go to dinner, you dork.“ 

• • • • • • • • 

The sunset was beyond compare; you overlooked it from the balcony where you and Chris had a private table booked. There were a bouquet of roses and a bottle of champagne waiting for you as the hostess brought the two of you to your designated table. Chris, like a complete gentleman, pulled out your chair for you before settling opposite you. You smiled at him; he was as handsome as ever and there wouldn’t be a day where you wouldn’t swoon at the sight of those piercing blue eyes and charming smile.

"I know you’re not a huge fan of the bubbly,” Chris began as your personal waitstaff poured both of you a glass of champagne. “I’d just like to make a toast,” he picked up his champagne flute and you mirrored him. “You don’t have to drink it,” he told you, chuckling when you made a face. “I’ve got them preparing your favorite, khalua and coke.”

“Aw, baby,” you smiled. “You just know me so well, don’t you?”

“Nine years does that to a guy,” he winked and you chuckled. “Now,” he cleared his throat. “I know we haven’t had a lot of time to ourselves these past couple of years with all our new commitments getting in the way, but I want you to know that I still treasure and love you.” You smiled. “I can’t promise we can run away from our responsibilities one week every year, but I can promise that I will make more of an effort to give you the romance you deserve. Like we said, it doesn’t matter how big or small the gesture is- it’s the thought that counts. I’ll admit that I’ve dropped the ball a little,” he chuckled softly.

“No you haven’t,” you shook your head, smiling. “Look at where we are, Chris. If you call this dropping the ball then-” you laughed, “what the hell have I been doing?” You brushed your leg with his and he smiled. “You’re doing fantastically as a husband, and even better as a father. I love you and I know you love me, you don’t need to buy me flowers or take me out to show me that because I already know that.”

“I know, but I always like the way you light up when I bring you roses.” He teased and you chuckled. “Either way, I think we should bring back our date nights. Every Friday, we’ll go to Russo’s and have dinner and just talk. I’m sure our parents would be more than happy to babysit for us, or Scott, or Seb from the sounds of things-” he chuckled. “But I don’t think he can afford to fly out on a weekly basis.”

“No, he can’t,” you chuckled. “But we’ve got friends and family in Boston that can help, so yes to date night.” You nodded and he smiled; you smiled back, watching him intently as you thanked your stars that he picked up your coaster nine years ago. “I don’t think you know how much I love you right now, Chris Evans.”

“If it’s any bit as much as I love you, Y/N,” he reached for your hand and smiled when your fingers touched. “I think I have a pretty decent clue.”

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Part 5E up tomorrow. X

quick little story time; read if ya wanna

oh gosh oh shit.
So I found a picture from last year, which was when I was in a really bad place in my life.
I was severely underweight and really really timid.
And I found a picture from my freshman year of college where I met this guy who I thought was gonna be my soulmate.
(this was also when I didn’t know I was bi lol)

so in the picture, he’s carrying me on his shoulder like a wounded soldier and smiling, because at the time we were just goofing around

But holy shit? Like,
This picture perfectly captivates everything that I was at the time.
I was really weak (physically and mentally), totally unsure of myself, and so desperate to date someone that I let some douchebag I just met carry me around like a prize.
(And ye, for other reasons besides this he was a douchebag fo sho)

And yesterday I was driving with my mom and I caught my reflection in the rear view mirror, after I had rediscovered this picture,
and I just smiled and started giggling cuz I was like, “Ooo girl. I am so glad we made it outta there. Look at that girl. She’s totally strong and brave. She would never let someone push her around.”

Anyway, I’m kinda just spewing feelings now

I dunno, it just makes me really happy to know that I’ve become a much stronger person than I used to be. And to anyone who actually read all of this, just know that time works wonders.

Because I never thought I would be anything more than that weak little girl, but somehow I’ve grown into someone who would now tell that guy he can go eat a dick.

anonymous asked:

kagehina + 42? Things you said when you asked me to marry you? :0 (ps you've inspired me to try writing fanfic)

DLJKRGNLSDKJNRGLKJ YOOOOOO THAT’S SO!!!!! GOOD!!!!!!!!! WELCOME TO THE FANFIC FAM AAAAAAAAAA GO FOR IT SMOL ONE GO BE FREE AND AMAZING WITH YOUR WORDS!!!!!


“The sushi is kinda soggy. Gimme your napkin, I’m gonna mop up some of this gunk.”

Kageyama gave Hinata a look over his plate. “Do you always have to be a total moron in public?”

Hinata grabbed Kageyama’s napkin and swept it delicately over each sushi wrap, inspecting them closely. He leaned in, took a sniff, licked at one of them with his tongue, screwed up his face as he considered the taste, then spat into the napkin, folding it away with a satisfied look. He took his chopsticks and popped a sushi roll in his mouth, chewing happily, bright cheeks chubby like a chipmunk’s. His eyes always creased when he did that, smiling and eating at the same time. He looked primly at Kageyama. “Yes,” he said, mouth full, sushi spitting onto the table.

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Blame (Part Two) - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Originally posted by knightofthefandom

Words: 1352
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader x Uncle!Clint Barton
Warnings: mentions of death and revival?, crying
Requested by anon
hi! i loved blame, your writing is so good! since you left it at kind of a cliffhanger, can you maybe write a part 2 to it?
A/n: TBH I didn’t even realize it was a cliffhanger but I’m actually really glad that this is continued because it turned out so cute. Also, holy shit, I woke up to 800 followers this morning… I don’t even know what to say, it’s insane.

Part One

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“Hey,” Your uncle Clint walked up to you.

“I’m training, please don’t bother me.” You told him.

“Just listen, alright?” Clint asked you, but you continued to shoot everything you could that was in this room.

“I’m training.” You repeated.

“I know you’re going through a tough time.” He said, but you cut him off.

“Look, I don’t need a lecture. I’m trying to clear my head and I am an adult. I can handle this. I’m doing just fine.” You told him, shooting another target.

“You just heard a few weeks ago that Pietro could be alive, I just wanted to make sure your emotions are stable.” Clint said, trying to get closer to you.

“I said, I’M FINE!” You yelled, pulling back your arrow harder than before, and shooting out a light.

Clint sighed. “I’ll tell Tony the light needs fixed.”

As soon as Clint left the room and you were sure the door was shut, you threw your bow a few feet away and dropped to your knees. You brought your hands up to your face and covered your eyes, beginning to shed a few tears.

You kept telling yourself that you were fine, but deep down, you were going crazy.

After a few months had passed you were finally starting to accept that your boyfriend was gone, and you’d have to move on. You’d stay mad at your uncle and continue to blame him. But now, hearing that Pietro could be back, everything in your head was messed up.

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Hii! Is it okay if I asked for a childhood friend scenario with Hinata? Like reader went to Shoyo's house to study and spend time with him. Hinata's mom comes in and starts talking about how when they were younger Hinata promised that he was going to kiss (y/n) when they got to highschool, (hinata then urges his mom to leave the room) and they realize they're in highschool now so welp~ and fluffy embarrassed little first years. Thank you!! 💖 akmi

Aw I haven’t written anything for Hinata in such a long time and this request is so cute! I can’t resist! o(〃^▽^〃)o  - Hope


Hinata Shoyo x Fem!Reader

“I just can’t get this one problem right!” She exclaimed and Hinata looked up from his own ‘studies’. Hinata was a bit taken aback from the girls outburst of frustration yet he wondered what question she was even on. “I just, I can’t get it.” (Y/N) mutters, her voice now much quieter than before.

“Which one maybe I can help.” Hinata suggests and moves to her side of the table and looks at he work. He did know this question actually which made him swell with pride, because he was actually going to be able to help his friend. “Yeah, I had trouble with those kinds of problems at first too, but Yachi-chan helped me out and gave me a really useful trick to help me remember.” Hinata smiled and (Y/N) couldn’t help but smile as well. 

As Hinata tried to explain it his word choice wasn’t exactly the best. It was all in his own terminology. You would think that after spending so much time with him (Y/N) would be familiar with his wording yet that just wasn’t the case. “Sho I don’t have a clue about what you’re saying.” She says and he huffs. 

“Well I’m just explaining it to you how-.” He was cut off by his mother walking into the room. 

“Dinner is done shoyo.” His mother trailled off as she glanced over at you. A smile spread on her face, one that was similar to Shoyo’s. All of the Hinata’s had such warm smiles that just couldn’t help but make others smile too. “(Y/N), it’s been awhile how’ve you been?” She asks and the girl shrugs. 

“Just wanting to pass exams is all.” (Y/N) smiles back and Shoyo’s mother nods. 

“Well it is always good to take a break to you know. Remember when you were young and you would try and get Shoyo to stay in his seat for even the shortest amount of time. He never could.” 

“Mom.” Shoyo whines and (Y/N) giggles.

“He still can’t, volleyball always on the brain.” She teases giving the boy beside her a light shove and smile. Hinata’s heart almosts bursts at her jester, it was so soft yet it made him just want to embrace her. Yet maybe not as soon as he expected.

“Seeing you two together just reminds me of when you guys were little, always going on and on about each other.” She went on and the both of you blushed. “Don’t pretend like you didn’t, your mother told me the kinds of things you said (Y/N). And Sho didn’t you say how badly you wanted to kiss (Y/N) once you got to high school. You two are so easily embarrassed.” She laughed as (Y/N)’s eyes widened. 

“Wait what?” She said confused about Hinata's’ mother’s last statement. 

“Mom, well be right out for dinner can you leave please!” Hinata exclaims and his mother rolls her eyes and leaves closing the door behind her. “I said that when we were in grade school, I was never going to do it!” He yelled in (Y/N)’s face. She was feeling bold and she didn’t know exactly why in that moment.

“Why don’t you?” She asked and Shoyo’s eyes widened. Did she really want him to kiss her, they would be each other’s first kiss. “Do it.” She said and Hinata was quick to tug on (Y/N)’s shirt sloppily bringing their lips together.

It wasn’t good, yet it wasn’t bad either. They wanted to deepen it, attempt to make out, yet neither teen knew how. So they sat there Shoyo’s hands clutched onto (Y/N)’s shirt while (Y/N) put her hands on either side of his face. 

Hinata was the one to pull away first, he could have gone on but by the means of it (Y/N) was slightly panting. Which really just made Hinata want to kiss her again. She of course, wanted to kiss him more too but she began to crave a much deeper kiss. Both teen’s faces were flushed with red while they pulled away from each other.

It was silent for a bit but it wasn’t at all awkward. “Do you want to go out with me?” Shoyo asks and Y/N) looked over at him slightly surprised. “Don’t look at me like that! I-I don’t know, I really liked doing that with you and I want to do it more. Kissing you I mean, well not just kissing but other things couples do too, I guess am I making any kind of sen-.” (Y/N) cuts him off.

“Perfect sense. I would like to go out with you.” She says a light laugh leaving her mouth and Hinata beams. “I guess we’re dating now Sho.”

(SPOILER) And then we came to a close!

That was one great episode if you ask me! It was paced good and you didn’t feel something went by too fast. Although the way everything turned peaceful everywhere seemed a bit weird. But it had been 3 days, so I guess we slept alongside Mercenary?

Finally Mercenary had a use… I guess? Like for that denial spell to work, he had to be used. I liked how he said no and was all smug towards Zero. And haha when she told him she couldn’t make him human right now, but she didn’t say she couldn’t and therefore didn’t break her promise. He just have to protect her a bit longer!

And that kissing scene… haha! Although… someone asking me a question spoiled it for me, thanks a lot. I told you guys not to ask me spoilery stuff!

So is this really the end? Of season 1 at least, but will there be a season 2? I think this ending opens the possibility. It’s kinda like at the end of each season of Pokémon where we get “Next time… a new beginning”. As I’ve seen, future material shows new characters and obviously Mercenary and Zero traveling all over. So yeah, a season 2 is possible.

I mean.

ZERO NEVER GOT HER KISS! We can’t leave that, can we?!


Anyway! This is the end of the journey for now! Let’s hope to see a season 2!

(art by https://twitter.com/iwasaki_takashi)

"Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal" by Naomi Shihab Nye

After learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic, please come to the gate immediately.

Well… One pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress, just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.

Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her problem? We told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she did this.

I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.

Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick, sho bit se-wee? The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used— she stopped crying.

She thought our flight had been canceled entirely. She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late.

Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and would ride next to her—Southwest.

She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.
Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and found out of course they had ten shared friends.

Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering questions.

She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—and was offering them to all the women at the gate.

To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
the lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.
And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice and lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,
With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
this is the world I want to live in. The shared world.
Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.

Not everything is lost.

Pai Sho Board

So after going back and watching ATLA for like the 5th time I decided that I needed a Pai sho board. So i went on craiglist and after a bit of searching I found this guy for $20.

Heres what I did.

Pre table) I made a mock up table on paper to see what it would look like (it was pretty rough)

1) I marked an 18 inch diameter circle (standard playing size) on the table, then using an orbital sander, sanding sponge, and a chisel I sanded off the varnish and stain within the circle.

2) I drew the lines on the table and then used a wood burner to darken up the lines and give them grooves.

3) Next I Frog taped the parts I wanted to stain Red and used clothes and sponges to apply the stain, after the appropriate amount of time I took it. (the stain was thin enough that it was able to get under the frog tape so I had to go back with sand paper and touch it up on some of the lines)

4) After waiting a day I taped and stained the yellow portions.

5) After waiting overnight, I sprayed a layer of clear finish over it, unfortunately I wasn’t super careful and just used what I had and didn’t check to make sure it was crystal clear, so it turned the white portions about as yellow as the yellow portions, but I’ll survive.

6) Now that the board is finished I had to get some pieces to play with, I got mine made of Birch wood for this Etsy store.

So there you have it. Thats how I put together my pai sho board. Hope it was helpful.

Remember as a wise Pai sho player once said, “While it is always best to believe in one’s self, a little help from others can be a great blessing”

Remnants

Characters: Hoseok x Reader

Word Count: 3,096

Genre: Angst

Warning: This was written at 3AM on a rainy night. That should say it all.


It was time.

Your hands fiddled with the video recorder as you proceeded to attach it to the tripod you had set up next to your seat. The lens was pointed towards the chair on the other side of the table, and the main focus shown on the LED display of the device was a man sitting comfortably upon it.

Once you were certain that the invaluable piece of equipment wasn’t going to topple over, you lined up the shot, making sure you were getting the angle of both the camera and the swivel screen just right.

It was a bit later in the morning than usual, but the atmosphere of the room was immaculate. The blinds were drawn open to let the dreamy sunlight into the area, bathing your surroundings in a soft, ethereal glow. The apartment was quiet, save for the fidgeting you had been doing while trying to prepare everything. Your hands were clammy from the nervousness building up within you, but you really had no reason as to why.

This was your best friend.

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Arashi talked about the dash from NHK to Tokyo Dome for Countdown during the MC on the last day of the AYH tour.

It almost became a broadcasting incident since they really weren’t sure they could make it or not at the time. Previously, Fuji TV staff (broadcaster of Countdown) had rehearsed the route from NHK hall to Tokyo Dome over and over and they made it in plenty of time, so they were confident that the journey’s possible. They even told Arashi to leave the outfits at the Dome but since Arashi are worrywarts they asked to leave the outfit in the car (the two tweets differ on whether they actually got to bring it on the car with them or not) But when Arashi tried the route that night, they got stuck about 2 traffic lights before Tokyo Dome. Nino: ‘There was some sort of lane inspection or something’. The staff told them that TOKIO has already started Sorafune which is part of the medley Arashi will be singing in. They were also told that it’ll take another 3 minutes to get there. And they were like, ‘no way, there’s still two traffic lights to go through’. So Matsujun shouted: ‘We’re getting down!’ and the rest of Arashi: ‘Roger!’ . They got down and did a 400m dash to Tokyo Dome wearing Aiba’s blouson. People on the streets and fans waiting outside the Dome saw them, and went ‘It’s Arashi!’, ‘Good luck!’. Sho: ‘Ain’t nobody got time for that!!!’. No fans nor security guards tried to stop them and they made it just in time. So if you ever feel like watching Countdown again, they weren’t kidding when they said they made it.

So yeah, this is Arashi come New Year’s Eve. All to make us (or maybe Johnny’s execs) happy.

So today I had the extreme honor of seeing Persona 4 Arena Ultimax Live Stage Project, featuring original game voice actor Mitsuaki Madono reprising his role as Adachi.

I was unsure about attending in cosplay, as it was my first major fandom event in Japan. However, I did eventually choose to go in the femme!Adachi cosplay I recently designed (as the skirt /tights is a lot more suited to Tokyo in July than the full suit of my standard Adachi outfit). My friend also cosplayed as Human Teddie and we got a lot of compliments from fans before the show started. I was wearing a caution tape hair bow and belt which many people found very creative.

The show itself was amazing. Madono was perfect, he had such great stage chemistry with the actors playing Sho and Yu and even included some (probably ad-libbed) flirty moments like making kissy faces at Yu during their fight scene. All of the other actors were also amazing - especially those who had to play both normal and Shadow versions of their character.

Anyway, during the first curtain call, the house lights were up and my friend claimed that Madono had pointed and smiled at me. (We were seated in the second row, easily visible from the stage.) I didn’t notice because I was focusing on the….interesting….dance Sho and Kanji were doing.

The cast came out again for a second curtain call, and this time Madono had a big plastic Junes bag with him.

He walked off the stage and into the audience.

Walked STRAIGHT to where I was sitting.

Took me by the hand and raised me from my seat, while spotlights zeroed in on the both of us.

Took a large autographed sign out of the bag and handed it to me.

I was in shock. I remember bowing to him probably too many times, unable to communicate how grateful and thankful I was to him. When I sat down and he returned to the stage to finish the bows, I started crying happy tears.

After the show, many other fans came up to me asking to take pictures of it, to touch it or to touch my hand that had held his. At one point I stood in a circle of applauding Persona fans, repeatedly going “congratulations” and “Adachi-san, Adachi-san,” several of which were also happy crying.

I’ve only been in the Persona fandom for a little over a year, but it’s already been such an amazing experience - making new friends, getting back into writing fanfic and now getting to meet my favorite voice actor.

I’ve never been happier or prouder to be an Adachi fan than I am today.