so i felt like making something

herefortheships  asked:

Coming to you because I know you're among the positive blogs. I know Cas can't possibly be permanently dead. But his death scene was so... odd? I mean, why did Cas have to go after Lucifer all of a sudden like that? Did he not know about Crowley's plan and thought Winchesters were in trouble? They were about to seal Lucifer away. So Cas coming didn't make sense? It felt like it only happened so that Cas could "die". I wonder if the aftermath of his temporary death is what really matters here 1/2

2/2 It just felt like Cas only went after Lucifer so that there would be an excuse for his death scene. And since I know Cas won’t stay dead, I imagine that the reason he had to “die” was actually to bring something more than shock to the finale. I imagine it’ll have to do with Dean. Could be about exposing his feelings, but could also be he does something to return him, and that will play a part in S13. Sorry if I’m rambling. I just have a lot of thoughts. And feelings. Thanks if you answer. :)

Yep. So we had Jess/Cas (again, after the whole seeing him in s8 thing)

source: @angvlicmish

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And Colette/Cas (like this is new)

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source: @supernaturalrandomness

So I had this first initial feeling too, that it felt like Cas mainly died for Dean’s man pain, because his story was not explained at all, we don’t know if he was manipulated / brainwashed, if he was right or not? However, knowing now from Jibcon that the important thing is how Cas is affected / transformed from the death and that we will see Dean’s reaction further in 13x01 (and most probably Pining!Dean for a good chunk of s13) I am ok with it :D

I’ll link you to my meta post about 12x23 as it shows all my thoughts on this!

anonymous asked:

Can you do TodoMomo confession? I want her to pick up advice from the girls and do something cute, like a love letter!

               Note: Thanks! I was inspired by some of the official art including this one so I decided to add the girls cooking! I decided to do something other than a letter though. It’s fluffy…Enjoy!!!

In which Yaoyorozu bakes him cookies and leaves him a card.

“You’re sure you don’t want to add seaweed this time?”

“Ugh, Jirou, you never let me live it down after that ONE time I thought we needed seaweed.”

 Jirou crossed her arms, “we were making cheesecake last time, Yaomomo.”

The girls of class A were having an emergency meeting at Yaoyorozu’s house. The creation heroine, after what felt like an eternity according to Ashido, messaged the others to go over to her place in order to ‘discuss something’. The other girls, undoubtedly so, were confused as to why they couldn’t gather in their dorm rooms as usual but Ashido kept insisting that her intuition told her it was definitely about Yaoyorozu’s long time crush. Despite the numerous times the vice-president of the class furiously denied this claim, Ashido felt something was going on between her and a certain classmate.

And was Ashido ever wrong?

Jirou stopped for a second and noticed Tsuyu and Ashido reading the ingredients list beside Yaoyorozu while meticulously trying to identify what exactly the dark-haired girl just added.

“Wait, Yaomomo,” Ashido started, “You’re sure that was cocoa?”

“Of course it was! It was brown!” Yaoyorozu looked slightly irritated, “Could you guys trust me a little more?”

Yaoyorozu frowned when a little bit of the dough spilt out onto the counter. Everyone knew she was the best in the class and one of the smartest students to set foot in UA, but the girl’s horrible sense in cooking was so pathetic she made Jirou’s leftover casserole look like a masterpiece.

“So now that these are almost done,” Yaoyorozu shoved the bowl into the freezer and wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, leaving a small streak of cooking reminiscence in powder form along the way, “I really want to ask for your opinion….on how to write a love letter…” Her voice was uneasy and she tilted her head up to look for a reaction from the others and was welcomed with thoughtful smiles.

“I think Yaomomo should draw a lot of hearts and write about how much he means to her,” Ashido was the first to blurt out her suggestion. As the acid heroine was putting her hands on her hips, Yaoyorozu fished out a pen and notepad from her pocket and began to furiously note down every single word.

“And I mean pouring your heart out!” Ashido almost cried out her last point and at that, Yaoyorozu’s face reddened but she kept nodding, her pen still moving in a frenzy.

Tsuyu looked over, doing her usual finger-to-chin gesture and commented in a courteous voice, “I agree with Ashido, but I think it would be better to add something more ‘Yaomomo-like’ in the letter. It would really add something special, I think.”

Yaoyorozu tapped the end of the pen against the page a few times, pondering about Tsuyu’s valuable opinion and Jirou turned her head over to her before giving the others a quick glance, “I’d suggest something like song lyrics?”

Uraraka grinned at that, “Ya! I think lyrics are so romantic, that’s perfect!”

“Or even a poem!” Hagakure’s gloves in socks lifted off the air showing her joy, “Yaomomo, didn’t you mention how you used to be president of a poem reading club back in middle school?”

Yaoyorozu leaned back against the counter and looked up from her notepad, “Ya, that sounds like a good idea.” Taking a sip of water, she paused.

“The biggest problem though,” Yaoyorozu put down her mug with a clink. Something else was irking her and her mouth formed a thin line.

“I’m not sure how to give it to him.”


The next morning came as fast as the night receded and Todoroki was sure the box on top of his desk must have been a prank of some sort. Curiosity got the better of him though, and as he approached his seat, he held the quaint white box in his palm and lifted the lid up.

 An intense chocolate aroma drafted out of the box subsequently and he looked around to observe the others as to gain a clue. He cocked a brow.

“Midoriya,” he looked over, pulling the last coat sleeve off of him after dropping the box down, “did you see who put this here?”

His friend walk across the room, “No I didn’t. What’s inside?”

“Cookies,” the boy answered, fixing his collar.

“Ehhhhh?” Midoriya quickly covered his mouth, “A girl must have left it for you, Todoroki!” He scanned the room, “I actually just came to the classroom a little before you did. Maybe we could ask around to see who put it here.” He closed his eyes, doing a signature rambling session by himself for a few seconds, and stopped abruptly, eyeing as the boy beside him moved the box around in a roundabout manner.

“Well?” Midoriya took a step closer to take a look, “is there anything else inside?”

 A card that was snuggled underneath the baked goods peeked through, and Todoroki pulled it out without hesitation and turned it over.

“Well there’s today’s date at the top….and also a poem,” Todoroki skimmed it over, “It’s Shakespearean I think, not sure though, not that fond of that kind of a thing.” He flipped it around, searching for more, “By the looks of it, a girl wrote this. But she didn’t sign it.”

 Todoroki seemed nonplussed and closed the box right before pushing it into his desk, “I guess I’ll deal with this later. I’m not too interested in seeing who left this here. For all I know, it could have been poisoned.”

Unbeknownst to him, Yaoyorozu was watching far from her seat, pondering as to why he didn’t bother to take a bite out of the cookies. Her shoulder slumped, looking defeated, and after taking a deep breath, she continued her Vice-President duties, writing the day’s agenda on the chalkboard.


Throughout the class, the girl would shift her gaze over to the boy sitting next to her to see if anything has changed, but her gift to him still lied unloved inside the dark caverns of his desk. By the end of the day, Yaoyorozu’s solemn expression was branded onto her and it wasn’t until she told the girls about the morning’s incident that she felt a teeny bit better. Her friends waved goodbye after some warm encouragement and they parted ways; Jirou saying how she had to make sure Kaminari mastered English literature by midnight while the others wanted to do some grocery shopping before heading back to their dorm. Yaoyorozu sent them a smile half-heartedly, clutching a strap of her backpack as she did so and trekked peacefully through the streets of their campus alone.

It wasn’t until she felt a tap on her shoulder that she realized someone was behind her.


The girl stopped dead in her tracks as a few cherry blossom petals fell at her feet, and she turned around, trying as hard as she could to summon a bout of courage.

“Todoroki,” she said, faking a smile, “you’re heading back now too?”

“Mm,” was his response and he walked beside her, not once giving her a glance.

The usual silence conquered their path and Yaoyorozu distracted herself by analyzing the beautiful landscape. He, however, had something else planned.

“Thanks for the cookies.”

Her heart skipped a beat.

“Took me awhile to figure out that it was you,” He continued and he didn’t catch the hitch of her breath that released her from her tension, “I read your writing on the board every single day so I should have known earlier, but who else looped their 2s and crossed their 7s like that on their dates.”

“Did I…not put my name…?” She mumbled to herself, stunned, and gradually recalled her blunder. She paid no heed to Todoroki’s hidden smirk as her face grew warm from affection.

“Next time, I’d suggest to sign it,” he said, and swiftly unzipped his bag to yank her box out, “and also to use less chocolate and more flour.”

He opened the box and the contents surfaced. She gasped at the horror, looking as if she was looking at a crime scene. The cookies became puddles of brown goo and no identifiable shape was present.

“They…melted?” She said in disbelief. All the hard work gone to waste!

 The melancholic ring of her voice goaded Todoroki to pull out the spoon in his bag, and the girl observed as he scooped a spoonful into his mouth.

“Still tastes good though,” he noted appreciatively and began to scoop another. This time, he pushed it in front of Yaoyorozu.

The girl’s jaw dropped at his next words.

“Do you want to try it?” He said, oblivious to the ramifications of what he implied, and the girl took a few steps back in embarrassment.

“What?!” She had to calm herself down, “We would be sharing a …sharing a spoon!”

An indirect kiss? She thought as she covered her flushed face in her hands and detected Todoroki’s apathetic stare.

“Fine,” she finally gave in, eyes looking downwards and took the spoon. She gagged at the taste. Whatever she added was definitely not cocoa. How was the boy in front of her enjoying any of this disgusting sludge?

“Throw it away,” she said, voice lacing with disappointment, “It tastes horrible. I shouldn’t have made anything. I have the worst cooking skills ever.” She tried to snatch it away from his hands, but he turned it away from her.

“I like it,” he stated simply, eyes locking onto hers, and the passion in her eyes betrayed her as he leaned forward, “How does the poem go again?”

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day-” She started shyly but he cut her off. Yaoyorozu’s heart hammered against her ears.

“Right,” he stopped for a bit, examining the tug of her lips, and continued, looking like he was cautiously rolling the next words around on the tip of his tongue before letting it escape.

“Thou art more lovely and more temperate.”

His response lingered for a moment and her eyes twinkled, surprised that he even remembered. Watching as a trail of cherry blossom petals rained down around them, the girl swallowed hard.

“I’ve…I’ve admired you for a long time, Todoroki,” she said, “if you could understand…from what I did…I just wanted to show you how much I appreciated your help. And..and..” This was too nerve wracking and as she stuttered, Todoroki bent down to place the box beside where he was.

“Yaoyorozu,” he let his hand rest on the back of neck, “Don’t be so nervous.” 

He took both of her hands in his.

“Show me some of your favourite poems tomorrow.” He cleared his throat twice, attempting to break the awkwardness. He’s never done this before, but he knew she hasn’t either. It’s only fair for him to share some of her burden, even though there was nothing for her to worry about. 

“Maybe over some coffee and cake down by the bookstore?” 

Yaoyorozu lips widened into a delightful grin and nodded at his proposal. 

“I’d like that,” she answered, feeling engrossed by the new feeling of his touch, “I’d like that a lot, Todoroki.”

omg can I please ask for a scenario of law and his female s/o having their first real huge fight? like he may say something hurtful and she’s just like… no longer smiling and usually really silent. no longer sleeping by his side. small stuff changes and it makes a huge difference. could it please have a fluffy ending? thank you very much!

A/N: So, turns out I wrote a hella lot and this is with 3k words my longest scenario… I hope you enjoy this, thank you for requesting!! (fluffy law anon this is for you too! Enjoy my dear!) 🌺

Law & his s/o fight + fluffy ending

It wasn’t the first time you felt uncomfortable on the submarine, but it definitely was the first time you had felt lonely. Negative thoughts kept scratching against the back of your mind, making you feel worse by the second. You couldn’t even go and tell someone about your worries, because the reason of your worries, the person who had broken your very heart was the captain of the submarine. But, of course, he was even worse; he was your boyfriend. Or at least he used to be, you’re weren’t so sure anymore.

You stare at the bowl of soup in front of you, barely registering what was going on around you. It was like a blur, figures kept walking, voices kept echoing but your thoughts? They stayed the same.

Again and again his words were ringing through your head, making fresh tears burn in your vision. You really couldn’t believe it, all this time you thought he was the one who wanted you to be a part of the crew, but after your fight? You sigh.

You remind yourself of a while ago; you sitting on a bench back at home, far far away from the sea when Law had asked you.

“Are you crazy?”, you had said, laughing without any humour in it. “I can’t join you, don’t be ridiculous.” You stood up, ready to leave him and this conversation, go back to home, when a hand on yours stopped you.

“What’s holding you back?”, he had asked. “Tell me. I promise you, I will give you a better reason. ”

“It’s me.” You turned around and stared at the man with dark hair in front of you. His eyes had something in them, something that lulled you deeper into him, no matter how hard you tried not to. “I am not made for the life as a pirate, Law. I will only be a burden for your crew, honestly- it’s a stupid idea.”

“A burden? You?”, he frowned, as if he was the one to be insulted. “You’re already a part of us, Y/N. I saw the way you acted with the others, they already love you. You can’t deny it.”

You gulped. “And you? What about you?”

He let go of your hand. “My feelings for you are…”, he had stared at the ground, but you still caught a glimpse of his eyes, how they seemed to be getting darker. But you might have only imagined that. “I will tell you another time.”

So you had joined his crew, without any experience in fighting, any knowledge of the sea- just a heart throbbing at the sight of your captain. It was careless of you, it was even careless of Law to do something as dumb as that, but he still believed in you. He thought you would be able to handle it, he was sure you could handle the life as a pirate.

You really tried your best the first few weeks, but, well, it was harder than expected. You really had no talent in the kitchen, cutting your fingers way more than the vegetables in front of you. You also had no talent at navigation. You tried it once and Bepo was very willing to help you, but you really just couldn’t. You had no idea what to do and every time the bear tried to teach you, it would become a mess in your head and everything seemed to break.

Night after Night your feet would drag you towards Law’s room, where he listened patiently to your complaints about yourself. Every night he would tell you the same.“Don’t worry too much.” or “You’ll find something, I’m sure.” or, your favorite: “Some things take time, Y/N. I still believe in you.” You would think it would get boring and unbelievable after some time, but it wasn’t like that. Law knew how to make you feel better, he knew how to make you smile again. He wanted to be with you as much as you wanted to be with him. Or at least, he used to.

The sound of your chair scratching against the floor cut through the small dining room. A few heads turned towards you, but nothing else happened. You figured, staring at your food would not make you any more hungry and just sitting would not get you anything. It would only take a seat for someone else, the last thing you wanted.

You walk out the room, when you see Penguin stop in front of you, a concerned look on his face. “Y/N? Are you okay?”

You tried to smile, you really did, but you knew it looked fake. “I’m perfect, no need to worry.” You tried to sound as happy as possible, but you sounded horrible. Hoarse voice, barely loud enough to listen to and just all in all, devastated.

“Are you sure?” You nodded and walked around him, not wanting to stay in this situation any longer. I might have been rude, but you really had no mind for that. You could hear him mumble something behind you, something along the lines of: “Well, alright then. ”

As soon as you left the others, your gaze shifted towards the clock a few metres away from you.

The ticking made you feel nauseous. It was mocking you, you were sure of it. The ticking, the damn ticking, the same sounds you had heard in Law’s room a week ago.

It was before everything went downhill, it was before you found out the truth about how he really felt.

You walk towards your room, and open the familiar door, that lead you to an unfamiliar room. After the fight of you both, you had decided to stay in your own room. The nights, where you shared his bed, shared your secrets and shared your heart were over.

You huffed. He didn’t even check on you after you had left his room, not even a day after, not even two days, hell, not even a week after!

You didn’t see him once this week and even though it hurt, you knew it would hurt more if you saw him.

The mirror caught your reflection as you walked towards your bed. You glanced at it but regretted it as soon as your eyes landed on it. Dark circles were seated under your eyes, which were red and puffy- a sight, that made you laugh humorless. With those dark circles you almost looked like him.

You let yourself fall down on your bed, staring at the ceiling in silence. Minutes pass and soon, your mind wandered back to a week ago.

“So you broke it?”, he had asked you, after you had told him about your disappointing day yet again. It was embarrassing for you to tell him, but now that he asked you another time, it was even worse.

“Well… kind of.”, you mumbled, not meeting his eyes.

You were seated on a chair a feet away from him, fiddling with your fingers nervously. His gaze was on some papers, but you still felt like a child getting scolded by their parents.

“What do you mean with ‘kind of’? Is it broken, yes or no?”, he had asked with an annoyed undertone, making you look up to him. That was unfamiliar.

Normally, he would grin at it, maybe tease you a bit, but he never reacted to you like this. You could feel yourself become hurt, but mostly, you felt angry. You did not WANT the thing to break.

“It’s not working anymore, so yeah, it is broken. ”, you frowned. The both of you were talking about some medicine thing Law had in his room. Earlier you had decided to help one of your crewmates tidy up a bit of Law’s utensils, but of course, you broke one as soon as you touched it.

“Nice job, Y/N. You could have been at least a bit careful. ”, he closed his eyes and shook his head, obviously irritated by your actions. “You don’t even know how important that was.”

You stared at him for a few seconds, speechless. Was he being really serious right now?

“Do you think I wanted that to happen? It was an accident, Law.” You huffed and crossed your arms over your chest. “I’m sorry, but you have a hundred of those things.”

“No, I don’t, Y/N.”, he said angrily. He glanced at you once and let out a long breath.

You grabbed the chair tightly, “What the hell is your problem, Law?”

He turned around in his chair, mustering you for a second and sighed. Nothing else happened, but you felt like that was already enough.

“So I’m your problem? Is that what you’re trying to say?”

“I never said that, Y/N.”

You took a deep breath, you had to calm down. It was kind of your fault after all, right? You broke the thing. Not him.

“Okay, you’re right. I’m sorry.”, so you relaxed again and tried your best to keep calm, but it got even worse.

“What are you going to try now? You tried everything already: kitchen, navigation… you even tried to help me. ”, he whispered and scribbled something into one of his books.

“Don’t know, I might ask one of the crew to help me learn fighting. Might be a smart decision…”, you played with your own fingers again.

He huffed. “As if.”

“Excuse me?”

“As if that will work.”, he stared at you for a quick second. “You can’t fight. It will take ages.” Then, he whispered something to himself, something he probably didn’t want you to hear, but you still managed to get every word, loud and clear:

“You can’t do anything right, anyways.”

You were furious, insulted and hurt. “What the hell, Law!”

You stood up from your chair, not able to hold it back any longer.

“You were the one who wanted me to be a part of your crew! You were the one, who said all this stuff about me fitting into the crew! It was you, Law, do you remember?”, you yelled. You didn’t knew what had come to him, you didn’t knew what was going on and especially, you didn’t knew how to handle the situation. “Law, I don’t know what your problem really is, but either say it now or stop acting like a jerk!”

He turned around in his chair, glaring at you. “Just stop it, Y/N.”

“No, I won’t stop. Tell me, why did you want me to be a part of your crew, if I’m so useless?”

Tears were forming in your eyes, but you wouldn’t let them show. It would make everything worse, you were sure.

“I wanted you to be a part of the crew, because that’s where I thought you belongedd. And I still do, it’s just a bit-.”

“A bit what?”, you yelled again, voice louder than before. You were sure the whole crew could heard the two of you, but you couldn’t care less. “Tell me.”

“Nevermind, Y/N.”

“Are you serious? Nevermind, Y/N?” You sighed and pushed a hand though your hair, still staring at your boyfriend with wet eyes. “Do you regret asking me to join your crew?” This time, your voice was almost silent.

He huffed. “Just stop it now.”

“Answer me.”

He stared at you for a long second, then he turned around and took the book back in his hand.

“So, you do?”

Fresh tears flow down your cheeks at the memory. You still remember how you had felt in that moment. You never knew that sentence, one simple sentence could break your heart into many, many pieces.

You turn around in your bed and stare at the blank wall. Your normally comfortable bed felt like a bed made of ice cold bricks now, but you didn’t care. You didn’t care at all. Soon, everything went quiet. You figured, it must have been late, but you still didn’t move an inch, you don’t think you could, even if you wanted.

You felt stupid. Look at you now, laying somewhere crying, god knows where, under the the sea, without anyone to talk to. You weren’t welcome anymore, you felt it.

Again and again his answer echoed through your mind.

“With this drama right now, you won’t like my answer.”

You grab your blanket and hide underneath it, wishing to be invisible for the rest of your life.

Where would you go? What would you do? And something you had asked yourself everyday after the fight: Will you sneak out as soon as you go on land? Will you go back home?
You dry your tears with your blanket, still hiding underneath it.

Suddenly, a knock on your door cuts through the room, startling you. For a second, you get scared, but then you just decided to act like you are asleep. You didn’t want to talk to  anyone, no matter who it was.

Seconds pass, the knocking came another time, but again, you stayed quiet.

Then, you hear the door open slowly and quiet footsteps echo through your room.You freeze, you know who this was. It was just the feeling, it was the feeling of him and you were right, it really was your Captain.

“Y/N?”, he asks quietly. Law stood in the middle of your room and stared at your hiding figure underneath the blanket. “Are you awake?”


You don’t even care how you must look like. You would leave him and the crew anyways, so why bother? You tried your best to look like you were asleep, you even tried to breath evenly.

Law walks closer to your figure and for a second, you think he will put the blanket down and expose your tears covered face, but he didn’t. He simply sat down at the end of your bed, careful not to touch you.

“Y/N, listen, ”

You grimace. You were asleep, why didn’t he just leave? You were not interested in talking to him, you sure as hell were not interested in getting your heart broken another time.

“I’m sorry, that I only come now. I should have come earlier, I should have stopped you as soon as you walked out, but I didn’t. I regret my behavior Y/N. I know, nothing can excuse this, but I want you to know; I am sorry.”

You couldn’t believe your ears, after everything he had said last week… he still had the guts to lie at you?

“Everything I said was not true, you can do a lot of things, Y/N, believe me. I don’t know why I said that.”

Unbelievable. You did not believe a word. He probably wasn’t even affected by the fight anyways. He probably still looks the same as always, still hands-. You cursed in your head. You need to stop, you need to get a grip on yourself.

“I take my answer back, I do not regret asking you to join the crew. It was one of the best decisions for all of us. You bring happiness to all of our crew, you make us keep going, you make me keep going, when I don’t want to.”

His voice was weak, as if he had trouble getting them out and honestly, you could feel your heart ache. Was he telling the truth? You didn’t know anymore. You stay hidden underneath the blanket and don’t make a sound.

“Y/N, please forgive me.”

You bite your lip, heart aching even more. He sounded heartbroken, or at least as heartbroken, as Law could get. You knew it was a huge step for him to say those things, he never had his way with words and was the more silent one of you two. Confused, you were confused.

You could hear him sigh. “I know you’re not asleep.”

You froze again. Suddenly, everything felt tense. Slowly, you pulled the blanket down and sat up, staring into the face of the man, that had broken your heart seven days ago. He had, as expected, dark circles and to your very surprise, a faint color of red was swimming in his eyes, something no one else really could notice, but not you. You had stared too many nights into these very eyes, you knew them like the back of your hand.

“You hurt me.”, was the first thing you said, voice trembling. “You really did, Law.”

He nodded and glanced at the blanket. “I know. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

Ever so slowly, he took your hand into his, squeezing them lightly. His hands were ice cold while yours were warm, it was the complete difference, but for some reason it fit perfectly. This was how it was supposed to be.

“Did you really mean what you just said? With me… making you guys happy?”, you knew you sounded pathetic, needing to hear him say those things another time. But you couldn’t help it, you had to, you just had to.

“I promise you, it’s the truth. You don’t even know how much you affect us, you might not be very good in certain things, like the kitchen… or cleaning…. or-”

“Okay, I got it.”

“I’m sorry. What I’m trying to say is that you don’t need to be good at them, because you being with us is already enough. Being with me, putting up with me is more than enough.” He was out of character, out of the character of Trafalgar Law the pirate but he was your Law, he was your very Law, the moody, silent, nerdy and negative Law. The man you had fallen in love with. “And I…”

He had visible troubles saying the next thing, suddenly scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment. “I… loveyou.”, he mumbled fast.

You smile and squeeze his hand in delight. “And I love you, Law. I’m sorry for fucking up all the time.”

He shakes his head and grabs your head, pushing you towards him in a heartbeat. You find yourself in his chest, inhaling his scent and you can feel your heart gluing back together. He kissed the top of your head not once, not twice, three times. The both of you stay in this position for a while, just enjoying the missed company, when you hear voices muffled through the wall.

“Is everything okay now?” - “I don’t know, they’re not talking anymore!” - “Shhh, be quiet!” - “I don’t want them to fight anymore!!” - “Bepo, stop crying!” - “Thwey cwan’t bweak up!” - “Shhh! Stop it or else- oh, oh my god, where is this blue light coming from?! Bepo this is your fault!!” And then the wailing intensifies.

lookingglass-arisu  asked:

Hello there! Been following you for quite a while now. :) how do you think Hide will react once he finds out Kaneki's night with Touka ? I'm really curious about everyone's reaction actually haha.

What i love about Hide is that he’s been always so supportive of Kaneki with his personal life. He encouraged him to keep his interest with Rize, i also think he knew how Touka felt back then and that’s why he said “don’t make that girl worry about you”, he was very perceptive.. and i think he would be very happy to see Kaneki doing something/being with someone he truly likes, whether be Touka or someone else, Hide will be all thumbs up for Kaneki to get laid and live a little. 

I miss him *sobs* 

An Open Letter

I mentioned this in the previous ask with plutonis, but yeah, I really fell off the map with this blog. There has been a separate art project going on, but nothing I felt the need to link over here. So I just…fell off updating. But when I log in, I’m glad to see y’all still here.

So…on to another topic. I’ve come to notice sometimes that when certain characters become popular, be they cartoons, video games, or anything, one of the popular ways to make those people feel bad for genuinely enjoying something and having fun is by saying that their fave is “the next onceler.”

Now, I feel like we should be over the concept of “cringe interests” as a thing, and how stifling they can be for young artists and just people in general when all they want to do is just have…harmless fun with something. Buuuut more often than not people try and justify themselves by saying they’re totally not like these guys. And I suppose, it’s understandable, but it’s still disheartening to see when it happens. So, personal thoughts.

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anonymous asked:

i came out to my mum the day after the us presidential election. i'd been mad upset all day and my mum asked what was wrong and i told her i'm gay and i felt like the world was against me and she told me she just wanted me to be happy. she's never mentioned it again so i take that as a good sign. normally when she's not okay with something i've done she'll make snide little comments.

I’m so proud of you :’)

anonymous asked:

(1/?) hi my love it's caro. I'm in your ask because I can tell you obviously don't have the mind to talk to anyone right now and I'm so so sorry about that Faiz. the amount of shit I've seen these people put you through makes me so sick. You'd think they'd understand that some of us eventually reach our breaking point. I just wanted to share something that I just realized with you. The only time I ever got shit from the skam fandom was last November, when I, as an MI person myself started

(2/?) talking about the signs of Even and his bipolar around episode 7/8. It got so bad I completed deleted my old skam blog and left tumblr for a few weeks. I felt so bad, and like I was projecting my own struggles into Even for my own sake. Now that this season has started I realized I’ve never gotten that level of hate because I literally chose not to talk out on Islam as it pertains to me. And realizing that I had unconsciously silenced myself for the sake of not putting up with that again,

(3/?) hurts me. So much. I’ve had to see you deal with Islamophobia nearly everyday because you have always been an unapologetic muslimah that believes in the importance of standing up for your faith. You get treated like shit on here for being proud of your faith. I get on fine because even though we’re both poc, lgbt muslimahs, one of us runs away and hides from discourse and gets to have a good time on tumblr because of it, & the other one leads the discussion but gets overwhelmed with hate.

(4/4) I’m so sad, and tired and this has just made it worse. We only get to exist on here if we’re silent. How telling is that lmao. I’m fucking sick of it.

💜 💜 💜

anonymous asked:

hey, is it an autistic thing to have very vague emotions? like, if i experience one negative emotion it sorta opens up all my negative emotions. Yesterday i was angry cause my dad finished the pudding and then suddenly i started to feel super down and then nothing was cheering me up and my anxiety started acting up making me worry that im annoying and everyone hates me and i couldnt cheer up and i felt so depressed and miserable and it was all just cause i got a little bit angry

I’m not sure if this is an autistic thing, but it’s something I experience as well. When I get angry, it always turns into depression and anxiety for me. For me, it’s hard to distinguish sometimes due to alexithymia (the difficulty or inability to recognize or discuss emotions). Many autistic people are alexithymic which can affect how we are able to perceive our emotions and could be at play in these kinds of situations. 

Followers, does anyone else share this experience?


Never stop. Never stop fighting. Never stop dreaming. And don’t be afraid of wearing your heart on your sleeve - in declaring the films that you love, the films that you want to make, the life that you’ve had, and the lives you can help reflect in cinema. For myself, for a long time… maybe I felt inauthentic or something, I felt like my voice wasn’t worth hearing, and I think everyone’s voice is worth hearing. So if you’ve got something to say, say it from the rooftops.
—  Tom Hiddleston (no idea where I found this quote)

anonymous asked:

I'm happy that Christine is making the decision of getting healthy with the help of weight loss surgery but I really hope that the ladies laughing at the seatbelt extender wasn't what made her to decide to do it. I hope it's something that she is doing for herself and not bc she gets so many comments about her weight

it would break my heart if Christine felt like the surgery was something she had to do to please other people. the seatbelt extender incident was so sad, but i know Christine is so strong and doesn’t let all of that stuff get to her too bad. i am very proud of her no matter what

tomatoverse  asked:

Hi, I just wanted to say I really love your art. I love how your illustrations have that sort of rough look to them, and the white/red/black color palette is one of my personal favorites in art. I just felt the need to say something, it's cool what you're doing, you've got some natural talent (I can't believe you're a hs senior!?) Keep up the good work

ahh thank you!! I really love playing with color so hearing that it’s a draw makes me happy!! Thank you for leaving a compliment!!;;

I actually wasn’t that good at art, and I don’t mean in the self-deprecating humble way artists talk. I liked drawing but never really sat down and said I wanted to improve until freshman year really, and I only started hitting my stride around this time a year ago. Now I’m a senior and seeing my progress!! It really is all hard work and determination!! I just started that push earlier than most people expect I think.

Thank you again!!

anonymous asked:

Hey, I'm not on your blog much anymore, but I just want to say that you helped me so much over the summer of last year. I went to a summer arts school, but was barred from going to the part that I actually wanted to go to, and the part that I /did/ go to made me feel like shit. But every free time that I had, I would go on this blog and it'd make me feel better. Everything felt so weird in that time, and you honestly made me feel much better

Originally posted by floppy999

I’m so glad that this silly blog of mine helped you through a difficult period; that is something that literally makes me smile uncontrollably and makes me think everything I do here is worthwhile

saphirus  asked:

You know when some movies start slow and then speed up through it all, keep speeding up so and so until you crash into a climax, and then it relents for some minutes to give the story an ending? I kinda missed that in The Stone Gods. I felt like it took my ages to read the last pages when all I wanted was to crash against that big climax that'd join all the pieces and would make the story close its circle. That's the flaw I saw. The rest's fantastic. The whole book's a poem. A fav for sure 👌

I’m so so so glad you loved it!!

But I agree, I feel like the ending is very much a case of not with a bang, but with a whimper. I’d have liked a climax too, something that the frenzy of the last few chapters would lead to, but at the same time I think it might have been intentional? Taking account into how very microscopic the book makes you feel, simply someone caught up in the 65 million years of it all, the cycle of birth and rebirth, maybe Billie and Spike simply just slipping away to be reborn, the whimper of the dying earth was all part of Winterson’s intention. 

So I watched the last episode of Samurai Jack this morning.

I approve. But also, I stand by my theory the entire season would have been paced better without the Ashi romance in it.

Seriously why do people have to shoehorn romance in to something when there isn’t enough room for it.

But the Scotsman’s reaction to Jack pointing Ashi out as the woman he’d found almost makes up for it. The look on his face.

I loved the final battle, seeing so many familiar faces coming to rescue Jack.

Think it would have been better if Ashi vanished the moment she got back rather than this strange “vanishing after everything is rebuilt while half way down the isle to her wedding” which was a little odd??? Felt like they were trying to dictate what emotion I should be feeling, and I really didn’t. Would have preferred a longer good bye directly after Aku was killed. And truth be told I feel more for those left behind in the future than Ashi. Will the Scotsman ever be born? Will the people he saved ever exist?

Did they all stop existing the moment Aku was killed?

The last scene was sweet. Bitter, but sweet.

But I’m gonna go looking for fanfiction now.

There was a guitarist who was supposed to come in and couldn’t make it. Ryan, who is an engineer in the studio, says I can see if Mitch can come down. He came in and he was just a monster. The second day he couldn’t come down because he had to do a shift in the pizza shop. The thing with Mitch is that something felt so new to me – he was someone else who had never done it before. He was working in a pizza shop and had never been in a studio. It felt like we had each other to walk out together. He was someone who had no preconceptions about me or who I was or anything and he’s a legend. Now he’s one of my closest friends.
Renaissance Faire - Race and Culture

This month hosts The Renaissance Pleasure Faire in Los Angeles. For those of you who have never been to a Ren Faire, one of the key aspects of it is costume and dressing up. 

When I was in High School and would go with my High School friends, I was always a little jealous of the costumes that they would wear. All of my friends in High School you see, were white. The costumes that they would wear always looked right on them and somehow, wrong on me. 

One year, I took things into my own hands and decided to dress as a Chinese Peasant. I got a Rice Paddy hat from our local chinatown and a pretty drab and easy top and pants (I super wish I could find these photos for you guys)  

The effect worked, a lot of people noticed my costume and laughed at my little joke.

Still, I would look at my friends in their beautiful dresses and flower crowns and envy that they could easily slip into this land of make believe and I still felt a little bit like an outsider. 

I don’t believe that anyone particularly made me feel this way, it was just something that made me aware of my race when usually it’s something I don’t necessarily think about. 

So, I went and decided to just wear the ‘wrong’ feeling costumes anyways, it was all pretend and I could do anything I wanted. 

But this year, I decided to do something different. I did some research and found out that during the Elizabethan period, the Ming dynasty would have been in power. I did some research online and found myself a Ming Dynasty costume. 

It was everything I had ever wanted. I felt pretty, but also I felt like I belonged. I felt like I was able to share my culture and what was beautiful about that time period with people who didn’t know. A lot of people stopped me to ask about my costume! I wish I had known a little bit more about accurate construction or really, anything about the Ming Dynasty, but I still felt right in it. 

There are lots of cultures that existed during the Elizabethan era and I encourage any People of Color to share that when they go to a Renaissance festival next time! I would love to see more costumes, maybe Armenian or Turkish or Mongolian! 

Next year I want to take this as a starting point and try to incorporate more elements of fantasy. There are lots of Chinese dramas that take period costumes and throw some fun fantasy elements into it. Here are some cool examples:


Happy birthday to the man that inspire me the most; Kim Junmyeon. ♡

You inspire me to always look forward and keep going. You spent seven years, working for your dream and it sure as hell paid off. You’re the very core and strenght of EXO and you’re the best leader anyone could’ve asked for. I just appreciate you so so much and I’m so extremely grateful for everything you do. Thank you for being your amazing lovely self. Thank you for being our guardian. I love you little bunny prince. Happy Birthday  ♡

All It Takes (three)

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Be happy Bucky is here to handle everything.

Word Count: 4116 | Rating: R

Warnings: SMUT. oral (f receiving), face riding, dirty talking, two nsfw gifs, UNPROTECTED SEX (wrap your wang, before you bang!)

A/N: I am just going to leave this for y’all thirsty hoes. But I’m baffled by the feedback I got on the first tow part, so just wanna say THANK YOU!

also sorry for any typos

Masterlist here

All It Takes Part One Part Two 

(*gifs are not mine!)

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