so help me out maybe

anonymous asked:

I'm Bisexual and don't know how to explain it to my Mam, any advice?

Teddy: Well I got to go through the same stuff so let me help you out. Maybe you could explain to her how you see it and how you feel it. How both genders are attractive for you and how that It’s the way you feel. I’m sure she’ll support you through it all. Goodluck!

sometimes you need to accept that yes i may have been a little bit manipulative. yes i worded something in a specific way that would make my friend/fp/SO feel a bit guilty. yes i could have handled that situation in a much better way. yes i am wrong.

Hey! So as you all can probably tell I have a lot of thoughts and things to say about this season of Supergirl. Instead of continuing to rant about them here, I wrote this piece. I’d really appreciate it if y’all read it & let me know what you think!

What’s that Malec fic where Alec is still a Shadowhunter and Magnus is of course, a warlock- BUT they meet in a coffee shop and they start seeing each other but they both think that the other is Mundane. I need it for my fic rec list but I don’t remember the title.

skull--master  asked:

You are one of the most inspirational artists I've ever come across! Your use of color and conceptualization is amazing! That said, do you have any tips about how to effectively boil down ideas to one image? Whenever I try, I'm always underwhelmed by the results as they seem very obvious to me. I know it's kind of a hard question, so can you maybe share your thought process behind your work? Thank you and keep on rocking! :)

I hope you keep on rocking as well : )

ear-ection  asked:

hi, so this is super random and weird but maybe you can help me out. i vaguely remember reading a story on either your tumblr or sixpenceeestories like years ago (i've followed you for a while). it was written from the point of view of a man who the reader thinks is homosexual as they read, as he gets rejected from his family ect. but at the end it is revealed that he is a child molester. do you happen to know what i'm talking about? i'm trying to find it and can't remember the name or author!

I’m sure someone will recall quicker than I can.

close your eyes (archie andrews x reader)


pairing: archie andrews x reader

word count: 519

request: an Archie x reader where you’re the captain of the girls track team and you play an instrument, so Archie asks you for some tips and you play a meeting. he thinks it’s a date and you’re surprised when he doesn’t bring up sports/music but you enjoy yourself and fluff and stuff

Like most high schools in America, your football field was designed so that the track went around it. This was both a good thing and a bad thing: good because you got to stare at beautiful football players such as Archie Andrews as motivation to run better, and bad because those beautiful football players got to stare right back at you, all gross and sweaty.

However, when beautiful football player Archie Andrews approached you as you were all gross and sweaty on the field, you realized that it was kinda bad, but mostly really good.

“Hey, (Y/N), can I ask you something?” He asked you, somewhat timidly.

“Yeah, sure!” You responded, taking a swig from your water bottle.

“You play music, right? And you’ve written songs and stuff?” He continued.

You nodded, smiling. “Yeah. Why?”

“Well I was wondering, I’ve heard your stuff and it’s really good so maybe you can help me out a little?” He suggested.

“Yeah!” Your efforts in not to sound to eager weren’t working. “Um, when?”

Archie shrugged, which looked somewhat funny in a shoulder-padded football uniform. “Whenever.”

“Okay, well…” You didn’t want to let this opportunity go, and quickly scanned through your track meet schedule in your head. “How about we go out tomorrow?”

Archie blinked, as if he were surprised at your suggestion, which you didn’t understand at the time. “Oh. Yeah, I’d love that, actually.” He chuckled nervously.

You nodded slowly, not sure what he was so nervous about. “Great!”

He exchanged details with you, and the next night, you were sat in a booth in a small cafe as you had planned.

Slowly, you began to understand what he was nervous about.

“(Y/N), I just want to say, I think you’re amazing. Not many girls would ask me to come out tonight like you did yesterday, but I’m really glad you did.” He grabbed your hand that was resting on the table casually, lifting you out of the booth, the two of you walking outside.

You took a deep breath, eyes widening, realizing that he thought this was a date. That’s why he was so nervous— and that’s why he hadn’t brought up music, or sports. You weren’t complaining, though. It felt like a dream come true. You stood under the lamplight outside when you finally responded. “Thank you. I think you’re pretty amazing, too.”

“No, I mean, I’ve been thinking this for a long time. The longest time. And then I finally thought of music as an excuse to ask you to hang out, but suddenly we’re here, and I’m holding your hand, and I’m looking at you, and…” He grabbed your other hand, pulling you closer and turning you to face him.

“…And?” You asked.

“And I don’t want to close my eyes in case this is all a dream.”

You smirked. “I can make you want to close your eyes.”

Archie had no idea what you meant. “How?”

You ran your hands through his hair, leaning in and up, pressing your lips against his, smiling through it.

You closed your eyes, and he did the same.

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Other Tortall stories I want, most of them courtesy of those same conversations with my brother:

-Kally’s story, obviously

-A story set in the time of Jason the conqueror (Jon’s grandfather), possibly about Lianne navigating the court and marrying Roald. I want to see how female agency works in a more traditionally feminine setting. We’ve seen how more atypical Tortallan women get their agency (knighthood, magic, etc), but I’d like to see how a convent-raised woman navigates her world (without going the ‘supporting a wannabe tyrant’ route of someone like Delia. Although, now that I mention it, Delia’s story would be fun too).

-A story from the perspective of a Stormwing. In keeping with the themes Tammy keeps returning to, I want the story of the first Stormwing to become a knight.

-A story or six about the Bazhir as told from their own perspective. I want to know about their history and their magics, about their relationships to the Old Ones and the Ysandir, about navigating the world as a colonized people. I want tensions between different tribes, with arguments about assimilation and losing their culture. But I especially want an exploration of magic. We know the Raka shape their magic very, very differently from the Luarin, both due to old traditions and due to the pressures of being colonized. How do the Bazhir shape theirs? How does the Gift intersect with the ancient magics of the desert? What do they do about Gifted women, and what positions were traditionally open to them? I just really feel like the Bazhir were under-served by mainly appearing in SotL, when Tammy’s worldbuilding was new and her understanding of things like colonialism wasn’t as developed.

Okay I know I’m probably being waaay too ambitious here but it’s my birthday in 16 days and it would be absolutely awesome to reach 5.5k by then (currently around 250 away) so if you could maybe help me out?🌺

I’m a legal adult now who authorized this

20 Questions ft. Solangelo

I decided to write a little fanfic on how those three days of bed rest began for Nico & Will just after Heroes of Olympus ended. I love those boys so here we are. Hope you all enjoy it. Feel free to follow me here and even on Fanfic

“This is seriously the most boredom I have felt in under two hours,” Nico groaned, shifting again in the bed. “Why did I agree to three days of bed rest?”

“Because I wasn’t asking,” Will responded. “So play this game with me then. Maybe it’ll help.”

Nico let out a sigh from his spot in the cot a bit away. “Fine. What game?”

Will looked over in surprise and smiled faintly. He went to the edge of the bed where the son of Hades reclined and settled in with the bandages and scissors he was working with.

“20 Questions, but my way.”

“I don’t even know what regular 20 questions is,” Nico grumbled as he shifted his feet away from Will. “But sure, whatever.”

“Well, I’ll ask you a question and you have to answer. Then, you can ask  me, and so on for the next 20 questions,” Will explained as he clipped off some squares of gauze.

Nico hesitantly nodded. “Okay. You ask first then?”

Will nodded and looked up as he spoke his first question. “What’s your favorite color, and you can’t say black.”

Nico frowned. “Then… blue.”

Will raised a golden eyebrow then nodded. “Okay. Your turn.”

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anonymous asked:

Sorry if this is a stupid question, but is everyone in Genji's 'Gaang' a bender? Thank you!

I want one nonbender! I just haven’t thought of him/her/they yet >_< I’ve hit a dumb writer’s block, so maybe you, readers, and Avatar fans can help me out? Right now, I’m trying to figure out Team Avatar. I want changes, but I’m stuck. Below are Genji, Nami, Kalsang, and Aiko. I’m 99.99% sure I want all four of them. Even though a second airbender might seem redundant, Nami’s character is important to me and she has unique skills that contribute to the team.

So let’s think about it like Overwatch team compositions! Haha~
I want six people - it seems like a lot, but consider how Team Avatar expanded in the original series to kind of include Aang, Katara, Toph, Sokka, Zuko, AND Suki.

Genji - the main hero, attack, he would play Genji in Overwatch for the lulz and because he is more about speed, flexibility, and hitting the enemy sneakily.

Nami - side hero, support, she would probably like Lucio or Mercy for their healing and speed. I lean towards Lucio just because he seems more “spunky / fun-loving” than Mercy which matches Nami’s personality more.

Kalsang - side hero, foil, tank OR defense. He’s a tricky one, so I think he’d lean towards a defensive or supportive tank like Winston. Also Kalsang is pretty intelligent and curious which matches Winston - and push Kal too far and he’ll probably explode.

Aiko - side hero, the fiery girl-power badass, D.Va because awesomeness, sheer bullet spamming, and young and reckless confidence.

But here is where I’m stuck. For some reason, I’m just losing interest in Yuuga as a character. I need a reason for him to be important and interesting and I’ve kind of just lost it for him. I LIKE him and that he’ll be a bloodbending healer, but he feels like a reoccurring side character, not a TEAM member.

SO, I would love to hear suggestions and ideas etc. for a NON-BENDER and a WATERBENDER to add to the Gaang 3.0.

If it’s helpful, I like the idea of one character as a Widowmaker / Hanzo playstyle, and the other character as a Sombra / Soldier 76 playstyle…

If you don’t know overwatch, sorry! hahaha

Fic: Bonds That Can’t Be Broken - Chapter 1

Hi all! Here is my @olicityficbang story! I’m so excited and nervous to share it with you! I hope you all like it! Thank you to my wonderful beta @overwatch-smoak and to the amazing artist @smoakqueenz for the artwork. I haven’t decided if I will post weekly or bi-weekly yet, so stay tuned for the next update. :) Tags are at the end - I hope I tagged everyone who requested along with my usual peeps. If you want to be tagged or untagged let me know. 

Your can read the story on Ao3 or below. Enjoy! 

Chapter 1: It’s all hazy to me

Felicity rolled over with a groan. Why did the morning sun have to be so fracking bright?

This is why she did not drink regularly. She did not hold her liquor well and always was miserable the next day.

Her head was throbbing as she reached toward her nightstand to grab her glasses. Even with her lenses on, her world was still blurry from sleep and the hangover.

Flashes of the night before started going through her head. Although Felicity was in Vegas this weekend visiting her mom, she had gone out last night with some of her high school friends to celebrate her graduation from MIT.

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there will be people who use you. they are good at getting close so you care about them. when they see your scars, they’ll flash their own. you will feel kin to them. you know what it is to struggle with things.

and at first you think: they’ll help me if i help them.

but it doesn’t happen. you love them deeply so you always pick up the phone. it doesn’t matter that you have a test the next day or that you’re going through things of your own. you support them.

they are good at pretend. they will play like they are your friend, so you endlessly give to them. after a while you realize: it really doesn’t matter what’s happening in your life, some more pressing emergency is always happening to them. it is a hard thing to recognize, because you don’t want people to hurt like you do. 

i have a friend who never asks me if i’’m okay. she only ever texts me to tell me she wants to die, but never goes to therapy or does any of the things i tell her to do to help herself. once when i came back from my grandfather’s funeral she demanded to know why i’d been gone, and when i explained, she said that without me, she’d almost passed out of this world. i had to lay down on the floor; nothing made sense anymore. i want her to get better. i want to help.

but there are people out there who will use you. who don’t care about getting better, they care about you giving up your time, your effort, your everything. until you are drained of it. i don’t mean those who give back, who will gladly do anything for you, who you know you can trust. who you don’t mind giving up the test for, because you know they’d do the same in a similar spot.

i mean those who don’t know you. who pretend that they care about you but are using your empathy as a sore spot. who take more than they need. who demand your attention all of the time but don’t care if you bleed.

Part Two: The Watch

I LIVE. Welcome back to mediocre attempts at semi-longform fic, please don’t kill me. This is way too bad to have taken three and a half months wow.

2068 – ZÜRICH

“And you can’t work on it here?”

You rolled your eyes, but chuckled fondly, as Gabriel watched you pace back and forth across the room, packing. You threw a shirt at his head which he caught and threw back at you. Eventually, he pushed off from the doorway and walked over to you as you folded the aforementioned shirt. His arms wrapped around your midsection and he leaned in to press his face against yours, causing you to shy away from his kisses so you could focus on organizing your belongings.

“Our labs here are good, but the one in Iceland is more specially designed for this particular work.” You turned in his arms, tapping your finger to his nose. “And I’ll be able to avoid being underfoot that way.”

“You’re sure you couldn’t have picked one closer?”

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Something’s Wrong With My Daughter

Author: Eldautor

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My wife and children are asleep right now - I think, at least - so I finally have the chance to write all of this down. Things have been hectic around the house lately and if Clio knew I was writing all of this stuff down, she would honestly kill me. (No, I don’t actually think she would kill me. This isn’t that kind of post. My wife and I have a wonderful relationship.) She’s trying to keep all of this a secret, claiming that Layla is just “sick” and “going through a phase,” but the school is starting to realize that we’re hiding something from them. Things are starting to get pretty bad, so I decided that maybe you guys could help me out. NoSleep seems to be full of people pretty accustomed to this type of crazy stuff.

So, let me give you a bit of background. My name’s Atlas. I’m 32 and I married my wife, Clio, two years ago. The moment we discovered that gay marriage was legalized, we began planning our wedding. It was short, simple, and absolutely perfect. Married life has treated both of us well and I’ve never been more in love with someone. I don’t believe in soulmates, but I think she’s someone I was truly destined to be around. Maybe I’m contradicting myself. I don’t know. I’m not here to talk about Clio.

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“Y/N!” groaning in frustration, I couldn’t help but let my mind wonder why everyone seemed to distract me while I was working. “Y/N!” The voice echoed once again.

Slowly, I picked my arms up to swipe under my reading glasses lens and wipe the sleep from under my eyes, hoping I at least looked somewhat descent in what I wearing, having only woken up an hour ago, only to start on paperwork that needed to be completed. I no doubt looked like a living, breathing zombie.

“Yes?” I mumbled, giving that as a cue to whoever was at the door permission to enter, it creaked open slightly revealing the blonde girl I knew to well.

“Yes Gigi? What is it?” I groped, returning my eyes to the paperwork at hand.

“There’s someone here to see you.” She squeaked, obviously intimidated by me.


My eyebrows furrowed at her sentence, eyes quickly wandering over to my date diary beside me to check I hadn’t overlooked a meeting with anyone for day, returning empty handed and confused.

“I don’t have any meetings or deals scheduled for today. Tell whoever it is to either schedule something for a different day or get the fuck off my turf unless there prepared to meet the saviour.”

Gigi shook her head, fear in her eyes for objected against my wishes. “But you don’t understand. He insists he sees you now.”

“He?” I questioned. “Tell him I’ll rip his balls off and make him eat it if he insists he’ll see me now. I don’t talk unless it’s implanted in my book. Now if you’ll excuse me.” I concluded, gesturing down to the mountainous pile of paper.

“But y/n-” she continued, voice shaky.

“Enough Gigi!” I snapped. “I said I’m not speaking to this guy and that’s final, now if you want to keep objecting my orders then I’ll gladly warm my gun up right here, right now. Don’t push me!”

The room feel silent, Gigi trembling with nervous anxiety which was off considering I was pretty close to her, and she was rather comfortable around me most of the time.

But it wasn’t long before a third, unexpected voice had snuck its was into the conversation. The raspiness and flatness to it drawing shivers through my body, too familiar to feel any such foreignness. “Oh c'mon Y/N, loosen up a little bit. This is your friend your talking to right here, not me. No need for the vividly fücked up threats.”

My eyes rolled back in annoyance but also slightly in pleasure after hearing my name roll so smoothly off his tongue, remembering a time when instead of simply just saying it, he rather lustfully moaned it, spitting it with an edge-y warning as if saying ‘do that again and I’ll fuck you senseless. ’

And boy did he live up to those words. God I loved those days.

But instead, here I was, only visualising my unholy thoughts in my own head. Even that being off limits as to now that he was in a relationship with someone else.

“Funny hearing that from the man that kills people for a living.” The words ran off my tongue, dripping with hatred. Hatred that just didn’t exist.

“Not that your any better.” He replied smugly, placing - or rather, throwing himself in the black leather one seater placed neatly in front of my desk.

“Your not welcome here at the moment. What are you doing here?” I asked, running a few of my slender fingers across my mess of hair. His eyes followed my hands, trailing all the way past my eyes then to my slight cleavage which had fallen due to my loose pyjama top.

My eyes rolled in acknowledgement, a scoff escaping my lips “My eyes aren’t on my breasts.” I stated. A smirk set across his face, no shame evident on his features as his eyes finally trailed back to mine. Fire burning through his honey orbs at the recognition that he had just been caught in the wrong.

But to people like us, wrong was always right.

Frustration fumed behind my exterior, my annoyingly sexy ex welcoming himself in my gang house only to make himself comfortable in my office while checking me out. I mean, not that I minded the last thing, but still. “What the fuck do you want McCann?” But nonetheless, I still had to hide the wave of hurt my heart produced every time his name was mentioned or his face was seen.

“Oh yeah.” He smiled, eyes lighting up in mischief, giving off the impression that I obviously wasn’t going to be thrilled with his reason of being here. “Well, some little fucker from my gang gave away the location of our hideout on his run last night and now some guys are tracking us. It’s not safe in our house anymore so I decided that maybe you would like to help me out with a little favour. I need a place to lay low in until the drama dies off - mind if I get a little cozy here for a while?” He battered his eyelashes in a mocking manner.

Was he serious?! First it just rolls in without scheduling anything and now he wants to practically move his hole gang into my gang house?! By allowing him access, I’m putting my gang in danger, and I need all the liability I can get.

“McCann, your putting my gang in danger by asking this.” I stated, only earning an eye roll from the fucker.

“But my gang is in danger here, so I gotta do what I can to protect ‘em.”

Jason’s always been the one to show that he dosent really care about what happens, and that everything is about him and mainly him but deep down, he does care for the general safety of his gang, and I respected that.

“Your asking for a lot here, Jason.” I sighed.

His face softened, obviously beginning to get sick of being cocky around me, knowing well that he can open up with me, no matter what our past lead to.

“You don’t think I know that.” Disparity was written all over his face. “And you know that I wouldn’t want to do anything to put you in danger.”

Funny, he was the one holding a gun to my head the other day.

“But I really need a place to stay. And no matter what happened in our past, your the only one I trust enough to help me in a situation like this. Please y/n. Please.”

My eyes widened, the memories of that night flowing back into my head at his words. Jason McCann does not beg. He never does, but this is the second time I’ve had the pleasure of hearing his pleas, and probably the only person to ever hear it. But him begging only lead me to my regrets, the day I walked away after he stood, pleading for me to stay.

The last time i turned my back on his desperateness I was left with a broken heart and regrets of ever leaving, because now I had to watch him walk around with a side hoe, while I willow away in a corner begging for his attention. I just couldn’t bring myself to decline his pleads, not this time. Not after what happened the last.

My tough face fell, finally giving into his puppy eyes. “Alright… Alright fine. I want your gang in here by Monday latest. I don’t have enough rooms for everyone so your members are probably gonna have to share with some of mine or sleep on the couch.”

Jason smiled, more a smirk then anything as he showed a victorious expression, also followed with a hint of greatfulness, but I knew he wouldn’t admit that. His head was too big for himself to admit something such as greatfulness.

“That’s fine. It’ll only be for a few weeks anyways.”

I nodded solemnly, before the room around us fell silent. Just the both of us avoiding eye contact. This is what it was supposed to feel like between us, like every other ex couple. Awkward, heavy, tense. And I didn’t like it. Not one bit.

I wished it was like the old days. Happy, strong, lustful. Being able to turn each other on with an action as simple as running a hand through our hair.

But finally, Jason stood up, the tension slowly falling as he fell closer and closer to the door. “Alright, well. I better go get everything ready. See ya soon L/N.”

He sent a mocking wink in my direction before the door swung open, his figure disappearing through it as it slowly closed behind him.

I sighed. If only he knew what he could do to me. I could already tell i was more then likely going to regret this.


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