so very very sad about life

anonymous asked:

Seiko, did u see the fancafe post??? I’m worried about yoongi

he recently read a book called “life lessons: two experts on death & dying teach us about the mysteries of life and living” and i think he’s feeling sentimental because of it. + yoongi is a very deep person. he writes about his feelings and thoughts very bluntly so his posts and lyrics is tend to be full of pure emotion.

in my opinion it’s not necessarily a sad post! it has positive vibes when you think about it. it starts with philosophical musings and ends with his new year wishes. and we all have struggles so i think this is just his way of letting them out. he trusts us so, so much.

i hope he’s okay and knows we love him very much~

Lin-Manuel Miranda on His Lifelong Oscars Obsession and Why the Show Still Matters (Guest Column)

The Hollywood Reporter
February 20, 2017

During college, Lin-Manuel Miranda and a friend used to improvise interpretative dance tributes to best picture nominees at their annual Oscar party. “It was a lot of breathing and rolling around,” recalls the creator of the Broadway smash Hamilton. “We had a great Seabiscuit dance one year.”

For the New York-born son of Puerto Rican parents — his father a political consultant, his mother a psychologist — it was just another phase of a lifelong fascination with the Oscars that began when he was growing up in the Inwood section of Manhattan, playing and replaying the telecasts that his family recorded on their VCR. At 37, Miranda is about to cross the threshold from superfan to participant: “How Far I’ll Go,” which he wrote for the Disney film Moana, is nominated for original song, and on Feb. 26, Miranda (with his mother) will attend his first Academy Awards.

It’s an auspicious step in a career that will see him star with Emily Blunt and Colin Firth in Disney’s 2018 Mary Poppins Returns and collaborate with composer Alan Menken on the studio’s live-action The Little Mermaid, one of Miranda’s favorite films and, he reveals here, the gateway to his Oscars obsession.

My brain is a compendium of Oscar moments: Tom Hanks’ beautiful acceptance speech when he won best actor for Philadelphia in 1994. Roberto Benigni climbing over chairs and wanting to make love to everybody in the world when Life Is Beautiful won best foreign-language film in 1999. Kim Basinger presenting in 1990 and telling the audience that one of the best films of the year, Do the Right Thing, was not nominated. For her to take a stand, 25 years before #OscarsSoWhite, was incredible — and impressive because time has shown the prescience of that film.

I expect we’ll see more of that this year. It’s a political time, so I imagine the Oscars will look exactly like your Twitter or Facebook feed. Why should we ignore for three hours what we’re talking about 24 hours a day?

The Oscars were always a family affair when I was a kid. One sort of unintentional tradition we had every year was during the “In Memoriam” part of the show. My family called it the “She died?” section because my dad, who is pop culture-oblivious, would always go, “She died? He died? She died?!” the whole time. So, it was very sad and yet also very funny watching my dad catch up.

When I was a kid, the Oscars felt like this impossibly larger-than-life thing. The first time I felt like I had a horse in the race was in 1990. I was 10, and The Little Mermaid was up for best song and best score. They did that crazy “Under the Sea” number with the late, great Geoffrey Holder and dudes in scuba outfits tap-dancing with flippers. We had a tradition of recording the show on our VHS, and I must have watched it a million and a half times.

There was also an amazing Chuck Workman montage at the beginning of the show that depicted 100 years of filmmaking with classic scores. I was already in love with movies, but this was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life.

That was the period when Billy Crystal was hosting, and I would memorize his musical spoofs of the year’s top films. He did them with Marc Shaiman, whom I’m working with right now on Mary Poppins Returns… I was a huge fan of those moments and musical numbers — they showed a genuine love of movies while still poking fun at them. I may also be the only person in America who laughed his ass off to “Uma, Oprah. Oprah, Uma.” David Letterman’s commitment to that bit was enough to put it over the top for me. He didn’t care if no one got it. In his head, it was funny.

Hosting the Oscars is not a thing I would ever want to do… You always have to do this dance as a host: You’re playing to a billion people at home, and you’re playing to anxious contestants in a room, and that’s an insanely hard thing to divide. It’s the most thankless task in the world. I have a pretty healthy ego, but it does not extend in that direction. I’d much rather be the guy writing the opening tune than having to deliver it.

Another Oscar moment that really stuck with me was when Whoopi won her best supporting actress for Ghost. I’ll never forget, at the top of her acceptance speech she said, “Ever since I was a little kid, I wanted this,” which is so rare. Then she said, “As a little kid, I lived in the projects, and you’re the people I watched. You’re the people who made me want to be an actor.” For me, it was like she was saying, “If you want this, you can get it, too. I’m proof that you can.”

I had been seeing myself in this world since I was old enough to do anything, and it was as if she reached through the screen to talk to me. I was that kid. Even my mother used to say, “Remember what Whoopi said.”

That speech was the inspiration for the opening song I co-wrote for Neil Patrick Harris, “Bigger,” for the 2013 Tony Awards:

There’s a kid in the middle of nowhere sitting there, living for Tony performances singin’ and flippin’ along with the Pippins and Wickeds and Kinkys, Matildas and Mormonses / So we might reassure that kid and do something to spur that kid  / ‘Cause I promise you all of us up here tonight, We were that kid and now we’re bigger

Another of my favorite moments was in 2005, when they had Antonio Banderas sing “Al Otro Lado Del Rio” from The Motorcycle Diaries, which was nominated for best song. And then when Jorge Drexler, who composed it, won, he went onstage and sang it, like, “This is how it really goes.” It was so funny and ballsy and great. I’m happy whenever Latinos win anything, so I was thrilled by both performances.

I can’t tell you what it feels like in that room because this will be my first time at the Oscars, but I can tell you why the Oscars matter. It’s a night when the arts and artists are formally honored, and this recognition is seen by millions of people across the country and around the world. The show inspires people to keep pursuing their craft, or to seek out the nominated films or the overall body of work of the nominees, and through that exposure, people gain a greater appreciation of what the art of filmmaking brings to our culture.

what your fave les mis character says about you

Valjean: you’re a genuinely kind and loving person who believes in the good in people or a tenor who really wants to play starring role

Javert: you’re VERY sad & gay or really edgy

Fantine: either you’ve gone through a lot of shit in your life or I Dreamed a Dream is YOUR solo song and you kill it EVERY time

Young Cosette: your childhood SUCKED, i’m so sorry

Grown-up Cosette: you’re very, very boring, sorry it’s true

Marius: you’re a hopeless romantic & probable soft boy, Empty Chairs never fails to make you sob, also you’re kind of extra

Eponine: you’re very very bitter about your unrequited crush

Enjolras: you’re a social justice warrior, also very gay

Grantaire: you’re very, very, VERY gay, maybe an alcoholic

Any of the other Amis: you read the BOOK holy shit i’m proud of you, also you’re extremely gay

The Thenadiers: you’re a chaotic neutral

Gavroche: you love suffering

stan is passively suicidal (stenbrough/reddie and slight stozier)//TW

trigger warning- mentions of self harm and suicide

-this might get sad beware

-so stan just kinda has a bleak outlook on life

-he likes his birds, his losers, his stuttering boyfriend and that’s about it

-he was really scared about embracing his religion for a long time and it was even worse when he realized he was, in fact, a homosexual

-stan has some mild anxiety and seems very high-strung to any old passerby

-but the losers know that he’s dead inside

-he just is kinda there, only half paying attention

-he’s a very crucial part of the group don’t get me wrong everybody loves and protects stan, but i think he just kinda goes along with everything

-he’s been making jokes about suicide since the start of junior high

-but once he gets into year 9 or around that time he gets diagnosed with depression

-and his parents aren’t exactly the best people to talk to about it because you know just pray it away

-there was one time where richie (who is also mildly depressed and wicked suicidal, but that’s a story for another time) had cut himself a bunch of times and ended up in the hospital for a few days

-and that’s when stan knew that, if he ever tried to kill himself, he would make sure to do it well

-he wouldn’t wake up, he wouldn’t be rescued, he would just die

-and he told that to everybody, not to make richie feel bad or guilty, just to let them all know not to even bother

-and you would think that this would bother bill the most but no, he and stan have had many similar talks late at night where stan explains what’s going on in his head

-but it’s eddie who takes it the hardest

-because eddie’s somebody is there you know?

-eddie’s somebody is hurting himself and breaking inside and nothing eddie’s doing to help is fixing it

-and now the same thing is happening to bill

-and bill is eddie’s best friend and stan is richie’s best friend and that makes the whole situation a thousand times worse

-so imagine that there’s this one time stan doesn’t show up to school

-and he hadn’t called or radioed any of the losers to let them know

-no one answered the door for bill when he came to pick him up that morning

-bill was worried as hell but he felt deep down that stanley was okay

-maybe he was just sick and his parents were at work

-it was just one day right?

-but then one day turned into three days

-and stan has gone full ghost

-bill still doesn’t feel like anything is seriously wrong but he hasn’t slept in a couple days anyway

-eventually he takes a day off of school because his heart literally can’t stand the feeling of being there without stan

-everyone’s tried knocking on the door but no one ever answers

-mike climbed up to stan’s window and peered in to find nobody

-on the fourth day of no stan richie’s fucking done

-eddie was taking it hard, worrying late at night until his chest physically hurt

-but take eddie’s pain and worrying and multiply it by a thousand and add in some suicidal tendencies, that’s what richie’s feeling

-according to eddie (because richie won’t talk to anyone but him) he hasn’t been sleeping or eating and he’s been biting his nails again, something he only does when he’s upset

-so eddie tells richie that they still haven’t heard anything about stan on that fourth night

-and he storms out of his own house and bikes to the uris residence

-eddie’s following close behind, panicking and shouting for him to slow down and think about what he’s doing

-he doesn’t want to entertain the thought that something bad had happened to stan, but if it did he didn’t want richie to be triggered by it

-richie throws his bike down and storms up to the front door, he gets the key out from under the ceramic frog in the front yard and goes in ready to fight someone

-stan’s sitting in his bed with all the curtains drawn, sipping hot chocolate out of a mug shaped like a bird

-he has dark circles around his eyes like he hasn’t slept but that was really all he was doing

-richie had seen this sight before, in stan and in himself

-but no matter what, they always call to let the others know

-“what the fuck, stanley?”

-stan’s confused as to how richie got in the house but he’s not surprised that he showed up

-they’re best friends and you can’t keep shit from your best friend

-“you don’t answer the phone, you’re never in your room when we look through your window, you don’t come to school, and here you are sipping fucking hot chocolate like you’re on vacation”

-“you guys look through my window?”

-“not the point, stan!”

-eddie comes in all out of breath a few minutes later and hears richie shouting

-“richie, it’s not a big deal. i just haven’t been feeling good these past couple days. it happens”

-“and that means you can’t answer the fucking telephone?”

-eddie’s already in the other room calling bill and filling him on what’s happening

-at this point it’s almost a shouting match

-richie’s doing most of the shouting though

-stan is now standing to face his bespectacled friend

-“richie why are you getting so mad? you get sick like this too! you have days you can’t get out of bed and i don’t break into your house and yell at you for it!”

-“because, stanley! i at least let eddie know when i’m down, you left fucking bill in the dark for days! you can’t just disappear for days and not let anyone know if you’re okay! how were we supposed to know you were alive?”


-richie’s almost in tears now, gripping stan’s biceps and shaking him lightly

-normally stan would’ve pulled himself away, he’s a lot stronger than richie

-but he saw the look in his friend’s eyes and he knew that richie was seriously hurt

-“we wouldn’t have known whether you were alive or dead because your fucking parents are god knows where, you need to let us know! let me know! i’m your best friend you whore, you have to talk to me!”?

-“i’m sorry rich”

-richie shakes his head, moving to the far corner of the room

-“richie, i’m sorry. i’ll call next time.”

-richie nods as he sucks in his lip and tries really hard not to cry

-“i’m okay.”

-stan pulls richie into the biggest hug of his life, rubbing the smaller boy’s back as he shakes

-“don’t you even try to fucking leave me, uris. you die, i’ll fucking kill you.”

-“i won’t if you won’t, trashmouth”

-eddie eventually comes into the room and takes richie from him, taking over in consoling the sobbing boy

-richie loves stan okay its canon

-all he wants is for him to be alive and okay


-bill eventually comes over and they all cuddle and watch a movie or something like that

-bev and ben welcome stan with open arms at school the next day

-stan uris feels loved and appreciated and that’s all i want

  ✧  (  sentence   starters     →    twin   peaks

 triggering mentions ;   death, murder, rape, violence, blood, etc.                                    please change any pronouns to your own liking or as you see fit !

  • ❝ She’s dead… Wrapped in plastic. ❞
  • ❝ I’m holding in my hand a small box of chocolate bunnies. ❞
  • ❝ Wanna know why I’m whittling? ❞
  • ❝ Is it funny to you? It is not to me. ❞
  • ❝ You know, this is — excuse me — a damn fine cup of coffee! ❞
  • ❝ You know, I think I’d better start studying medicine. ❞
  • ❝ I hear that you’re real good at what you do. ❞
  • ❝ I feel like I know her, but sometimes my arms bend back. ❞
  • ❝ That gum you like is going to come back in style. ❞
  • ❝ You may think I’ve gone insane… but I promise. I will kill again.
  • ❝ Can you hear me? Catch you… with my death bag!
  • ❝ Will this sadness that makes me cry my heart out — will it ever end? ❞
  • ❝ You’re the most cold-blooded man I’ve ever seen! ❞
  • ❝ I’ve never in my life met a man with so little regard for human frailty. ❞
  • ❝ I’ve had just about enough of you and your insults! ❞
  • ❝ The old rustic sucker-punch, huh? ❞
  • ❝ Something very, very strange in these old woods. ❞
  • ❝ Call it what you want. A darkness, a presence. ❞
  • ❝ What do you see? Is it a dream, or a nightmare? ❞
  • ❝ I’ve got one man too many in my life and I’m married to him. ❞
  • ❝ It may appear as such, but could it be a clue? ❞
  • ❝ I can’t believe you were ever my age. ❞
  • ❝ Did she tell you that there was no goodness in the world? ❞
  • ❝ I’m telling you this because I don’t want to have any secrets from you. ❞
  • ❝ Eyes are the mirror of the soul, someone has said. ❞
  • ❝ How much would you like to start with? How about three hundred? ❞
  • ❝ Now I’m going to get the food and you’re going to get dressed. ❞
  • ❝ I feel like I’m going to dream tonight. Big bad ones. ❞
  • ❝ Why is it so easy to make men like me? I don’t even have to try very hard. ❞
  • ❝ I think a couple of times he’s tried to kill me. But guess what? As you know, I sure got off on it. ❞
  • ❝ Hmm, isn’t sex weird? ❞
  • ❝ I don’t know, she seemed to have reached a kind of peace with herself. ❞
  • ❝ I like to think of myself as one of the happy generations. ❞
  • ❝ I pride myself in taking a punch and I’ll gladly take another. ❞
  • ❝ Are you looking for secrets? Is that it? Maybe I can give you one. ❞
  • ❝ I would assume you’re no longer interested in girls. ❞
  • ❝ Does a heart pump blood as it pumps love? Is love the blood of the universe? ❞
  • ❝ Love, like blood, flows from the heart. Are blood and love related? ❞
  • ❝ There’s an epidemic of multiple gunshot wounds following this chick around. ❞
  • ❝ It’s almost like when they didn’t bury you deep enough. ❞
  • ❝ When you see me again, it won’t be me. ❞
  • ❝ Let nature guide us. Nature is the great teacher. ❞
  • ❝ Are our appetites, our desires undermining us? ❞
  • ❝ Nothing is simple. We live in a world where nothing is simple. ❞
  • ❝ Seven is difficult to balance, but not impossible if we are able to divide. ❞
  • ❝ It is happening again. It is happening again. ❞
  • ❝ Sometimes when we are ill, we are not on our best behavior. ❞
  • ❝ I mean, did he have a big, booming voice or what? ❞
  • ❝ I believe you. I applaud your desire to do the right thing. ❞
  • ❝ But you don’t believe me, do you? You think I’m mad. ❞
  • ❝ If we’re not at the right place at exactly the right time, we won’t find our way in. ❞
  • ❝ You and I have an appointment at the end of the world. ❞
  • Want, not need. I don’t need anything. ❞
  • ❝ When there are chances for reflections, there can always be two — or more. ❞
  • ❝ ______, there are many cures for a broken heart. ❞
A glimpse of French music

A bunch of people asked me what french music I listen to and if I could introduce them to french music, i’m sorry if i took so long but I wasn’t sure what should I say, but I think i’ll just introduce you to my favourite french artists

The first one is actually from belgium but he’s quite popular in France, and I love his music and this artist so much, his name is Stromae

Quand c’est  (link) a beautiful song about cancer and its victims, very sad but very poetic

Tous les mêmes (link) In this song he breaks and fights against gender roles and clichés

The second one is a french rap band, with the two artists Orelsan and Gringe, what I love about this band is that their texts are not like so many french rappers’ texts, about drugs and sex and violence, but about real life matters and problems, and their texts are also very poetic. The band name is Casseurs Flowteurs 

Inachevés (link) is about their need of doing great things but feeling demotivated and ending up doing nothing, but finally realizing how they must achieve things by finishing their song

06h16-Des histoires à raconter (link) is about insomnia, the lack of self-confidence and regrets (and the music video is soooo beautiful)

Funfact: Orelsan is a huge anime fan and was chosen to dub Saitama from One Punch Man in the french version (an extract from the dubbing session)

I hope this will be useful and interesting for some of you!

I discovered a very cool YouTube channel today

The channel’s name is KINOFML. It’s such a bless that I discovered it while aimlessly watching NCT videos on YouTube. KINOFML is a hella creative video maker to be honest and they did almost 10 lyrics video of NCT. How cool it is, right?

I’m really impressed by the way they turn a banal lyrics video into a super duper cool chat room in which the idols participate in. Currently, they have uploaded the lyrics video for 4 out of 7 tracks in Cherry Bomb and everything about those videos is straightforwardly amazing.

I mean common, look at these!

However, it is sad that KINOFML’s videos of NCT have a very modest number of views so it’d be amazing if we, NCTzens, check out their videos.

Bonus: If you love BTS like I do, KINOFML’s lyrics videos for Not Today and Spring Day are very worth watching :)

I almost forgot to mention another cool NCT video. It’s the 8bit cover of album Cherry Bomb. I’m pretty sure that 2 minutes watching the video is 2 most memorable minutes of your life, no joke lol.

Girls Will Be Girls

Prompt: Diana x Daughter reader, where it’s reader’s first day of school and Diana goes into overprotective mode.

Requested by: ANON
Fandom: DC

    “It’s big.”

    Your mother stares down at you, her glasses slightly askew on her face, “We have faced bigger.”

    You smile, “Is Papa coming?”

    She smiles, and squeezes your hand once, “Any minute now.”

    And true to her word your father comes tearing down the street, a slightly out of breath aunt Etta right behind him, “I’m here. I’m here.”

    You smile at him when your mother says, “You’re late Steve.”

    He nods, “The boss didn’t want to listen, and it took more convincing than I thought, and you know what, it doesn’t matter. I am here, and ready to walk our girl to her first day of school.” He bends down to your eye level and asks, “Are you ready?”

    You nod, “Mama and I went over what I’m allowed to talk about. Nothing about Paradise. Nothing about you and Mama saving the world. And no talking about weapons training.”

    Your father kisses your forehead, “Good girl.” He lowers his voice to a whisper, “And what do you do if someone picks on you?”

    You smile, “Pop them in the nose.”

    Your mother frowns, “First you tell a teacher, then you pop them in the nose.”

    You nod and smile, as your papa takes one hand, and your mama takes the other. Slowly the three of you walk up the stairs and into the headmaster’s office. You sit quietly while he and papa talk. You smile, when mama forces him to recognize her.

    When everything’s said and done they walk you to your classroom, and they say goodbye as six year old you runs towards new possible friends.

    Steve Trevor, your papa, stands outside of your school for a good thirty minutes before his wife finally pulls him away. “She was better off being homeschooled. You’re smarter than those teachers.”

    Diana smiles, “What I learned took lifetimes, just like it will take her lifetimes. However, she needs friends Steve, this is for socialization.”

    His mouth turns into a scowl, “You were the only child on Themyscira and you turned out amazing.”

    “Steve.” Her tone is clear, let the argument die.

    “She’s growing up too fast. She’s six years old. It’s going by too fast.”

    Diana smiles, “You are an excellent father. Very supportive. Very understanding. But you have to let go eventually.”

    Steve pauses, “Diana, I won’t be here for so much of her life.”

    Diana pauses, “Steve.”

    He gives a sad smile, “We knew that going in Diana. We made the choice to be together for as long as we possibly can, but when she hits maturity her aging will slow drastically. We know that. She’ll outlive me by hundreds of years if not more. So, I’m greedy about my time with her.”

    Diana stares at her husband, “Steve …”

    “I put in my notice this morning. I’m leaving the agency. I want to be a full time dad. We have the money, but I probably should have talked about it with you first … I just… I don’t want her to forget me, Diana.”

    For a long time she stays quiet. Diana had always known the truth of their relationship. They rarely acknowledged it, but just in the past six years Diana had seen how Steve had changed. A gray hair here, a gray hair there. She has her arms wrapped around him a moment later, “Let’s go get her before she becomes attached.”

    Steve shakes his head, “That’s not fair to her … being a father means sacrificing … and …”

    “Mr. and Mrs. Trevor.” As one unit they turn to stare at the headmaster who is racing towards them. The anger is clear on his face, and as he reaches them he sputters, “Your daughter has punched a classmate and broken their nose. She is not fit for our school.”

    Steve and Diana exchange a look before Steve says, “That works,” and runs ahead to collect his daughter.

    Diana smiles at the headmaster, “Why did she punch this classmate?”

    “She claims that the boy pulled her hair.”

    Immediately the smile disappears from her face, “Did she report it to the teacher?”

    “Yes, and Ms. Jacobs tried to explain that boys only do that when they like a girl, but can not express it.”

    Diana’s mouth screws up into a twisted scowl, “You hurt the people you like Headmaster?”

    The man’s mouth opens and closes several times before he says, “Boys will be boys. They don’t know how to express themselves.”

“And that gives them the right to touch my daughter? Perhaps my daughter only punched the boy because she liked him, and didn’t know how to say it? Did you ever think of that? Girls will be girls after all.”

The headmaster stutters, “We expect more from our girls, Mrs. Trevor, please understand.”

“I will not. Your school does not deserve my daughter, and you are a horrible excuse for a leader. If this behavior is excused at this age, what happens when they grow up. My daughter has been taught to protect herself, but what about the girls who haven’t. Consider that.”

As she finishes speaking, she sees you and Steve behind the headmaster. Her eyes fly to your papa and she says, “We’re homeschooling her. This man’s world can not be trusted.”

Your papa smiles, “Exactly what I’ve been saying.”

He scoops you up into his arms, “Let’s go home, Princess.”

You smile, “Okay Papa. Let’s go home.”

I want to tell you a story.

I want to tell you a story.

I’ve been a good kid all my life.
Was an overachiever, was smart. People liked me, I was told.
I had friends. I never really knew that though. Because
I was always in trouble.
With authorities.
I didn’t know what the dynamic was. I just knew I was a “fuck up.”
Any time I stood up for myself when I was being wronged, I was punished.
Any activity I loved, they would find a way to take it away.
Any time I was myself, it was bad.

And because of this, I never let myself have the good things.
I never let myself even experience joys, even as I was creating them.

As I climbed greater heights, I was told it was because of XYZ, but never
because I was talented, smart, diligent, thoughtful, kind.
It was because I was being given things.
Because I was cute.
Or a girl, and cause you know, we’re “In” right now.
I worked very very hard.
I work very hard.
But my whole life, I thought, “When will I be good enough. Why am I so bad?”
And I’ve hated myself.

Flash forward to me, at 30, premiering a movie I wrote, directed, starred in.
People really loved it.
Something born in my brain, but mostly my heart, made it a very long way
To be watched by strangers in a beautiful theater.

A man who I grew up with, a man who spear-headed this bad dynamic in my life,
said to a friend of mine, after people left the theater
“You know, Noël never knew how to behave.”
He said it as a joke, I’m sure, as it’s often presented,
When someone wants to tear you down with a smile.

I was very sad to hear this.
That even at the height of my success so far, I’m still not good enough.
I’m a misbehave-er. For valuing myself. And my voice.
For telling a kind story. About fucking up and forgiving people.
I was crushed.

I’ve been very heartbroken.
And I’ve sat in it for a few days.
Like I’ve sat in it my whole life.
But this time, something different happened.
The sadness started to transform.
And with it, some identity started to break down.
This victimhood. Of being told me, my essence,
my being, is wrong.

And in it’s place, a new emotion has started to develop.
I think they call it “RAGE”

This past week,
I feel like an animal.
I am a fury
at every man who has told me
being great is being bad.
Doing what I love, connecting with people, and expressing myself
is wrong.
At every PERSON who has internalized violence, misogyny, or injustice as TRUTH
and locked people up inside of it.
For every person who doesn’t see me for me,
Or who can’t see any CHILD, or WOMAN, or OTHER who sees things as they are.

I am a madness toward anyone who doesn’t recognize how incredibly powerful
I am.
We all are.
KINDNESS is not a weakness. LEADERSHIP isn’t BADNESS.
And neither is my ANGER.
My anger isn’t bad, it’s the truth.

I am very mad. I will let it pass, but I am allowed to be
enraged by all that has been taken from me.
And all the ways I’ve been told I was wrong,
When I’ve been right all along.

Trash Talks

Prompt: “Oh you wanna trash talk huh? Well-uh–your lips–a-are really soft-looking–”

Characters: Kim Yugyeom x Reader

Genre: rivals!au; kinda cracky and smutty lol

Warning/s: Very obvious tension??? A little smuttish too lol

Summary: There had always been an unspoken rivalry between you and your apartment neighbor Kim Yugyeom. When he decided to finally move out, you thought your life will finally be at peace. But would it really?

A/N: Totally credited to this list of prompts! I realized I haven’t written about the maknae line [which makes me sad???] so here y’all go!!! It’s my first time writing a very, very suggestive scenario so please be nice! :D

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anonymous asked:

Ah I don't mean to bother you but do you have any advice on how to deal with depression I'm sorry for bothering you I just don't know what to do

 Hey, it’s ok yeah you can totally ask me. I’m probably not the best person to go to because I’m not a therapist or whatever, but I definitely have experience with dealing with Depression so, I’ll tell what you helped me. and hope that maybe it helps you in some way shape or form. 

So when I was in this abusive relationship with my ex, I hit total rock bottom and I have never been so low in my entire life. Honestly if you met me now, and then met me like 2 years ago, you literally would be talking to two different people it was so bad. but I don’t need to go into detail or describe depression. I’m sure you already know what it is very very well. 

So, the killer about Depression is that you feel empty, sad, angry, etc etc, and it’s kills all motivation and drive and inspiration to do the things that you once enjoyed ya know? like, you no longer enjoy doing whatever your hobbies were, and you have no interest in doing them anymore. Depression tells you that you want to is sleep, eat/not eat, sit and stare at nothing, do nothing, not talk to friends or family. And because Depression is so strong, it’s easy to fall into doing those things of just not doing anything, and isolate yourself from any form of social interaction with friends and family etc. And a lot of the time you feel like that’s all you can do, like you don’t have the literal energy to do anything else such as something as simple as getting up out of bed after sleeping in over 10 hours or something. (it’s not laziness, it’s depression.) 

Well those things that Depression makes you want to do, is the exact opposite of what you should do. And those things Depression says you hate and don’t want to do, – all those hobbies, or getting up and taking a walk, talking to friends, doing something, is exactly what you need to do, to help you with your depression. The best medicine I find is distractions, and not letting it control you. It’s tough, especially emotionally, and you’re gonna hate it for a really long time, but eventually doing all those things you useto like, and now hate, the likeness to it starts to come back. but it’s easier said than done, and it takes a LOT OF WORK! and it’s hard. but you can do it! 

Trying to find some kind of reason or obligation helps too. like what really got me on the stepping stones of doing better is I got this Indie game job, and I was given the like impossible task to make over 100 little paintings (all the custom artwork) in 3 and a half weeks, high quantity, in high quality. It forced me to paint and draw even though I had like no interest in art because of the major depression I was feeling, and that job forced me to draw 8 to sometimes 15 hours a day. It was brutal, and for a bit I hated having to draw so much cuz I didn’t really enjoy art, but then forcing myself to get up and do something I hate (but once loved) I started to like it again. And then when the Indie game ended, I wanted to keep pushing myself to improve and have a reason to keep me drawing, which is why I started Youtube. And it really helped me build my confidence and fight against the depression. 

Now the thing is, Depression never goes away, it’s a mental illness and it’s not something you can get rid of like a virus or bacteria. BUT FEAR NOT! just hear me out!  It’s a constant battle everyday. You can’t be cured, and no amount of therapy or med can change that. Don’t fall into the misconception that meds/therapy fixes the issues, because it doesn’t. It is HELP. and Help isn’t fixing, it is assistance for YOU to fix things. So getting medical or therapeutic help is definitely good and I promote it, but you can’t rely on it to fix your problems, because it has to be you to put forth the initiative, which is why I told you what I did above first. Meds and therapy try to regulate your hormones and work out solutions for you to deal with the issues in yourself and your environment so you can work out your depression. so the goal in getting better isn’t to find a cure, even still to this day I struggle with it a lot, and I have my moments and my episodes sometimes. BUT I’m not saying you’re going to be miserable for the rest of your life, because the truth is, you can be happy, while having depression. 

The goal is to learn how to maintain and live with it, so you aren’t controlled by it. I have control over my depression right now, and despite that it’s still always there in the back of my mind and it resurfaces sometimes, I’m actually very happy and have become a pretty stable person. (especially compared to who I use to be) 

So start by forcing yourself to get up, doing small things, try to seek out interests that distract you from depression, but also force yourself to fulfill responsibilities (work, school, chores, etc) which helps you get stronger and start gaining control of the depression. Seriously something I find very helpful is going on a walk. It’s easy to just slump around or sleep in bed and never get up, but walking, (that thing that you don’t want to do) actually helps a lot, and there’s a scientific reason for it too, not just it sounding nice. But the more you can do for yourself, and others even, the better you’ll feel, even if it doesn’t seem that way or a long time. It takes a lot of time to crawl out of the rut you’re in, but you’ll get the if you just keep going. 

I know I don’t give the best advice, but, I hope this helps in some way. 

Hey there! I’m happy to tell you that THERE ARE COUNTLESS SAIAKA/SAIEDE MOMENTS IN THE GAME!!// Although I think it’s usually saihara>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<akamatsu in the main game(and we all know the reason why right: Hint: what happens in chapter 1) 

in the omake mode kaede invites shuuichi to her piano concert and she gives him a ticket, he says he would love to see kaede play the piano and she says wait you’re coming to see me, not just to listen to the piano? and blushes and he says yes? Is that strange? I would also like to listen to you play too.. he also asks what’d be right to wear are school uniforms okay and shes says yes anyway she ends with saying there are lots of songs I want to play to you saihara-kun they’re just really cute and pure aren’t they dating??? I think they are?? isn’t that something like a date??

Also she keeps telling him she’d like to show him to her family?? in the bonus modes in the game I found that adorable.. they’re really happy when they’re talking together there Ahh there’s also the love hotel bit and their one is super pure.. that one is about the only (romantic) one where saihara is actively engaging, he leads in the end.. in the other ones he’s relatively just going along with the flow

In the main game there’s chapter 1 for sure. They stick around together and there are so many cute moments where kaede makes the guy blush. He kind of reacts and blushes around her every single time whenever there’s a chance to;; Chapter 1 throws in a whole ton of cute situations between them. For example, there are many saiaka fanarts being drawn about this one part in ch.1 where they’re investigating the school together, and kaede finds an adult video in the shelves by mistake.. she freaks out and saihara comes right to her and asks if she’s found something important, and she freaks out even more: This moment right here. Um.. I’ll add really broad translations for it from memory (pardon me if it’s not 100% accurate!) 

..what kind of film is that?

..what’s wrong? Did you find something?

I, I said, this is really nothing to be concerned of!

The reactions that you’re showing…

But mustn’t that mean you’ve seen something important from it !?

S, Stop, wait! D, don’t come any closer-!

(after finding what the video’s contents were)

Really.. I told you so.

…le, let’s search somewhere else, shall we.

There is a reason why saiaka is my favorite ship. I usually go along with the ships that make sense in terms of the story and are implied and I say saihara definitely likes kaede a whole LOT (romantic or not, but it does suggest he has strong feelings for her and I dare say it’s really likely he’s had a crush on her)

The reason why he took off his cap after the first chapter is because what kaede said to him too. Take a look at this scene:

“and, it’s a waste to have your hat on? Saihara-kun… you look so much better with your hats off. (the word here is “kakkoii” so I guess it means she thinks he looks more cool? or handsome with the caps off??// that’s sweet)”

“W,what.. was that(phrase)…”

There are plenty, plenty more. I really suggest you either play the game or at least watch chapter 1??? There is no wonder that this ship has gotten really popular. There are cute moments, heartbreaking moments, really sweet stuff and also the pain. I still can’t get over it hhaha;; To be fair, maybe you could still call all this friendship, it could happen between friends too, but.. this next bit that I wanna show, I think that’s something that could imply the feelings saihara’s had that’s more than just friendship?

Considering how his personality is (a bit of an introvert and bit awkward around girls and a blushy mess sometimes) he’s being.. pretty direct about his feelings towards her here. I brought some screenshots of this one specific moment where he doesn’t deny it when somebody asks him if he liked akamatsu.

That one, I’ll place beneath the cut, because it might-no, would-have spoilers.

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anonymous asked:

you say fuck you to the man who is very important person in Gillian life. So, no one can insult David, bc he is your idol and bc Gillian loves him but YOU can say those things about another person. THIS is hypocrisy. Something that wants me to leave this fucking fandom never look back. Gillian says about kindness in her book but X-Files fans on tumblr cannot stop hate everything and everyone from x files but Mulder and Scully. And that is very sad and pathetic.

Look Anon,

I’ll be forever grateful to Chris Carter for creating this show, its characters and fighting for Gillian at the beginning. 


I don’t know about you, I’ve been an X-Phile since 1994 and Chris Carter dragged us through hell and back many times. He keeps pushing his own agenda, not listening to anyone and enjoys torturing the fandom. He is ignorant and awkward.

  •  He doesn’t believe in Show Bible –> The show is full of discrepancies
  • He doesn’t believe in love –> Our OTP is the most fucked up OTP in the history of fandoms
  • He doesn’t understand emotions, human interactions–> *insert Babylon dialogue here*
  • The whole plot for Babylon is one of the worst things that has ever happened on The X-files
  • He thinks that showing important nuances in MSR is gonna ruin his show
  • He killed CSM four times, but can’t get rid of him
  • He easily got rid of the Lone Gunmen
  • The whole Diana Fowley plot - her being used for the only and sole purpose of rivalry and jealousy. As this is the only thing women do…
  • Season 10 Monica Reyes character assassination
  • He finished Season 10 on a cliffhanger without having any idea of how it will continue 
  • Scully’s been kidnapped, medically raped, abducted, nearly killed. She lost her father, her sister, her mother. She buried Emily and Mulder. She survived cancer and an alien virus.
  • Mulder is afraid of fire, colour blind and got some weird brain disease. None of these is consistent or can be explained in long term. 
  • Mulder lost his father, his Mum committed suicide, his sister was kidnapped, abused. He got injected with black oil, tortured many times and abducted by aliens. He’s been buried, brought back to life, had PTSD. 
  • Scully gave birth at the end of the world without Mulder being there.
  • Mulder and Scully had three!! - so let me say this again, THREE - days together as a family, and Mulder had to leave. The love of her life had to leave and go into hiding to save his family.
  • Scully had to live through again the fact that Mulder is getting killed by lethal injection before they came up with a plan to run away.
  • They had to leave everything behind and with all this baggage try to find the meaning of life and the love for each other. AGAIN.
  • But then in IWTB Chris Carter has to break them up again, ‘cause Scully asked Mulder to take the case. He took it, and that was the last straw. She does not need this darkness in her life so she leaves.
  • And in Season 10 they are estranged cause clearly a couple who lived all of this through and suffered so much and lost everything, they just break up.

Also, the reviews of Season 10  were very bad to all episode being written and directed by Chris Carter. Do you know what he said? 

First, people who support MSR is a small part of the fandom, that we are ignorant and it’s not his fault that the reviews are bad. It’s the fault of the critics cause they don’t understand the essence of The X-files. *obv paraphrasing but you got the idea*

So excuse me if from time to time my head explodes and I dare to say FUCK YOU CHRIS CARTER. If he would listen or improve or stick with the executive producer role, I would be fine. But being a fan doesn’t mean that I can’t criticise from time to time. I can criticise and I will ‘cause honestly, who writes dialogues like this?

O'MALLEY: Tell them about your DNA, Sveta.

SVETA: I have alien DNA. For sure.

SCULLY: Have you had a doctor confirm that?


Also who has Gillian Anderson & David Duchovny and not use their chemistry nor writes them proper dialogues, let their talents shine when given the chance?! (Season 10)


Well, here we are again folks. Time for me to once again talk about the people I love to no end. I hope you’re ready, because this is a long one. Also, yes, I’m using the same graphic as last time. Leave me alone.

All I have to say to all you lovely people this time around is that I love you all very much and am very appreciative of this community existing, because I’ve made some very amazing friends here and increased my love of hockey infinitely because of you wonderful people. I feel like I’ve grown and changed a lot in my own personal life due to being on hockey tumblr and the people that I’ve met here and interacted with, and it’s only been positive growth and change. I think that people talk a lot of shit about internet communities and how toxic they can be, and while sometimes that may be true, you folks always shock and surprise me with how wonderful, lovely and supportive you can all be. I appreciate it endlessly, and I hope it never changes. So thanks for 1,000 followers (that’s insane) and let’s get started!



A – F

@aaronekdad / @a-burakovsky / @actualalienbensmith / @adammcquaidschesthair / @adhdrichietozier / @aleccmartinez / @alexazeek / @always-next-year / @andre-baerakovsky / @andreburakovskyisgod / @andreburakvsky /  @andrei-vasilevskiy / @antoinecroissantwrenchroussel / @archiebradley / @artturi-lehky / @asinglegoldenknight / @atlantathrasher / @austohmatthews / @aust34n / @backstrcm / @badgalkadri / @baehutt10 / @bennjuice / @billnylander / @bisexualbastian / @bortuzzo / @brassard-derick / @bravdenschenn / @brendanlipstick / @brendansmittys / @buchneviched / @buckypuck / @bura-babe / @burracudaa / @calisavagebunny / @camtalbottt / @cannolimaatta / @cantevenskate / @capmorielly / @captainmitchmarner / @captainpoulin / @captkentparson / @carey-pric31ess / @cargojorts / @casual-toronto-trash / @charliekapanen / @charliesnackavoy / @coltonparakyo / @connor-mcdavo / @connormcdazzle / @connormcskellington / @connormxdavid / @connrbrowns / @coolmatthews / @countvanriemsdick / @crouses / @crown-city-or-die / @crxsschecked / @daddyseggy / @daisiesmakingchains / @damnwassup / @detroitundeadwings / @devinscore / @dougiehamiltons / @drai-29 / @draisaitl29 / @dt-brown / @dubnyk / @dvlanlarkin / @dylanlarkin / @eat-sleep-leafs / @edmontonkailers / @ekmanlarssons / @explore-a-little / @flowbros / @fornothingisevilinthebeginning / @fratboyhanifin / @freddieandersens / @fuckhockeybutalsofuckhockey / @fuckin-hockey / @fuckleafs

G – L

@gallysburger / @gallysgrin / @generichawkeyblog / @getmewiththosegreeneyes / @gingerbrownie / @goldenknghts / @gorditx / @hakunimaatta / @handcraftedweedorange / @henrikzetterbergs / @hertls-smile / @hockey–eh / @hockeygrandpa / @hockeyinspires / @hockeyisallineed / @hockeyisreligion / @holtbaest / @hrtfrdwhlrs / @hunkdqvist / @h2ofireyrage / @icantbelievesomeone / @icechild-josi / @ice-ice-hockey / @icesonice / @imaginarydaze / @impekkablerinne / @itsyourboykent / @ivanprovolone / @jagr-trash / @jakegardiner / @jamesneal / @jaybeaglefans / @jimbovesey / @jimmyskjei / @jimmyveseysfreecoffee / @johnnyandmony / @joshhodang / @joyousramblings / @juicysaros / @justhockey / @karilehtonens / @kasperikapanenisbetterthanyou / @kassu-kapanen / @kaz-in-the-impala / @kdraj82 / @knightsduke / @koilers / @konecyourself / @korpisalos / @kuuuuuuuuuch / @kyamamoto / @larkintrash / @leafstrashtm / @leafystephens / @letangandlefleury / @lifeasaeuropeanhockeyfan / @lindholmz / @lottswrites / @lovve-beyond-words / @lowkeyhawkey /

M – R

@maattdaddy / @man-tha / @maplelaughs / @mapleleafstrash / @mapleloafs / @maple-loafs / @maplesleaf / @marner-rielly / @marnershair / @marnsteejsegs / @marnsxmatts / @martinfrks / @mattsmartsmarns / @mattystrome / @mcdraii / @mcmarns / @minourouss / @mitchellmarnthews / @mitchmarnerssmile / @mitchy-marnrs / @mitchy-marns / @mitchymarnsy / @mmmlatta / @mo-gardiner / @moriellly / @moriellymolove / @motoleafs / @mrazzy / @mvpleleafs / @mvtchmarner / @mybbynylander / @mystupidlovesongs / @nazem-kadream / @nazemkadri / @nevmar / @nhl-canes / @nhloffseason / @niederreiter22 / @nkadri / @nohappinessleague / @nolan-hatrick / @nolanjamespatrick / @nolannpatrick / @noseriouslythisis / @notbuddies / @nugentthopkins / @n-ylander / @nylanderr / @nyland3r / @nymarnthews / @ohmygoshhockey / @ohmy-hockeyplayers / @ohmymarner / @oilersluv / @onhomeice / @ottermcdavid / @panic-at-the-goalline / @paraykhoe / @pastasmynood / @pavszacha / @penaltyboxprincess / @pernellkarl / @phatrickmaroon / @philadelphiaflyernolanpatrick / @phoenixcoyotes / @pillsburymcavoy / @pksuburban / @ptuukkadactyl / @puckfucker / @puckheads / @puckinghawkey / @pucking-willy / @puckstars / @puckslut34 / @quaider / @radicalradek / @rangers-of-newyork / @raskbrothas / @riellymo / @rightwingwilson / @rnarner / @ryan-macdount / @ryannugentpumpkins

S – Z

@saarijaervis / @saintpatrice / @savnasser / @sheary / @seanmcnahans / @sixteenthirtyfour / @skjeidy-bitch / @skjeiwhat / @sleepy-leafs / @smileyboymarner / @snarkylarky / @sodunwithhockeyfeels / @softauston / @softmarner / @spookylatta / @spookymarner / @starscapsleafs / @stepmom / @sunshinestromer / @sweetbbkuch / @takeitoff-leafs / @thealidoyle / @thegirlwhocriedsass / @theleafssuck / @theseleafsarealrightfam / @theoneandonlyzoe / @theseleafsarealright / @thirtyfours / @timomeier28 / @tomashrtls / @toothlessburns / @toronthoes / @torontomaplebros / @torontomaplegardens / @torontos / @travisdermott / @travlskonecny / @ttoronto2colorado / @turnshitoff / @tylersequin91 / @tysbarrie / @tyseguinbae / @tysonbarries / @unfriendlyspidey / @wannabepuckslut / @wennbergbabe / @werenskis / @werenzki / @whatcha-skjei / @whentheworldsleeps23 / @williamnylandersthighs / @willynylanders / @wllmnylndr / @wonthetrade / @yahadmeathockey / @yannigovrde / @yotes4life / @zaitsy / @zetterbeard

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these gentle hands (oh how they crave your body)

Summary: The one where Kadena get caught in the office.

To All Staff,

I understand that most of you are young and fresh and very much millennials who love to live in the moment and live life to its fullest, while that is a large part of the reason you make Scarlett so special, it does nothing for professionalism.

Please refrain from acting on these young hip ideas of voyeurism in the office building.

Sex is wonderful and I’m so glad you all can experience such lust that you can’t even hold your desires but please remember that I, nor any of your coworkers, wish to see this. This has been a PSA.

P.S. The friday staff meeting will be moved to Monday morning, so you can all go home early and satisfy these urges and bring me fresh ideas after the weekend.

Enjoy the rest of your day,


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Not my Crush

Requests: Can I request one with Damian and his for-the-last-time-Grayson-it-is-No-crush?

can I request a fic with jaybird or dami having a crush on a girl but too shy to admit it. So like when like his brothers/friend asked what’s his type he answers them by describing a person who has looks very opposite from the girl he has the crush on. (his brothers/friend can alrd know about his crush or have no idea it’s up to you) And the girl heard about it and become sad and distant maybe?

Dick’s laughter was probably the loudest sound that could be heard through the whole manor at the very moment.

“YOU’RE SO UNBELIEVABLE GRAYSON, I AM NEVER GOING YO TELL YOU ANYTHING EVER AGAIN!” Damian’s head was red, with eyes fuming of anger

Dick had to wipe away the tears that had gather in the corners of his eyes from the intense and hysterical laughing. He enjoyed teasing Damian about this way too much and he probably would never stop doing so, whether it irritated Damian or not.

“Oh come on, all I did was ask what is her hair color, there’s no need for you to take my head”

Damian fumed once again. “NO!” he yelled and hit the floor with his foot. “You don’t get to know her hair color you immature, unappreciative human being! I’m not like you!”

“Damian. All I did was ask about her hair geez, don’t get so worked up!”

Damian’s eyes glimmered with fuming rage. For all he knew he’d never want to be like Dick, picking his mate just because of a hair color. He had seen pass the appearance of that girl, pass of that shell she had around her. She’d always make him laugh and offer him small changes for deep conversations when teachers wouldn’t even pay attention to the class. Shed always tell him to be careful, that it didn’t matter that he was Bruce Wayne’s son, that she was planning her own path in life and he should too if he wanted to. She was the only person listening to what he was actually saying while the other girls in school would throw themselves all over him like he was the only lion among a thousand lionesses.

Wait a minute, did I just? Picking mates? No Damian, no no no.

“Master Damian?”

Alfred’s voice was probably what made Damian snap back into reality. He was not aware of how many moments he had just spent thinking about her, but he quickly shoved the thought in the back of his mind, slowly taking deep breaths ta calm down his hot nerves.

Now that he thought about it, she had taught him how to do that too…

For hell’s sake Damian…

“Yes Alfred” The ravenette said with gritted teeth.

“There’s is a girl upstairs, claiming she is here for something you asked her”

“Fuck fuck fuck”

“OH MY GOD, SHE’S ACTUALLY HERE” Dick exclaimed with a look of utter shock morning his otherwise soft features. “WAIT TILL BRUCE-”

“Alfred” Damian rudely cutting his brother off, turning his gaze fully on the loyal butler who gave an nod in response of hearing his name. “Lead the girl to my room amd make sure father doesn’t see her. I’m coming in a minute. I just need to get the costume off”

“Very well, sir”


“Grayson, stop it or I’ll kill you”

Forest green eyes were almost filled with tears of annoyance as they stared into baby blue ones. Dick had a huge smirk plastered in his face as he followed Damian to his room, holding out five different types of condoms.

“No Damian you have to understand” the older ravenette was barely holding back tears of laughter as he pointed everything to Damian. “You should always take protection because, one you’re too young, two you might get sick and three mistakes like you happen so I’d like to prevent any more Waynes coming out earlier than they should.”

“I’m not a mistake you asshole. And I won’t get sick she’s never even had sex for as far as I’m concerned.” Damian almost stubbed the floor with his feet as he hit them. He was now, right outside his bedroom door, unable to listen to Dick’s nonsense for one more freaking moment.


“Grayson I’m seventeen and I’m more mature than you are, get the fuck out of my sight”

Dick shook his head in refusal. “Uh oh. I ain’t going anywhere unless you pick one”

“UGHHHHH ENOUGH! I don’t like this girl okay? All I told you wad that she was coming over and you made sure to ruin my whole afternoon with your nonsense, she’s not even my type, dammit! The girl I like is tall, with the most splendid curves you’ve ever seen, and she’s (okay just insert the exact opposite hair color of yours here for obvious reasons). Nothing like the girl in my room, so what makes you think-”

“Geez you want to uhm… get to a lower tone maybe… she’s just behind that door and I wouldn’t really like it if I was hearing what she is right now…”

“Oh fuck off Grayson” with that Damian stormed inside his room, leaving Dick behind him with a saddened expression. He hadn’t meant for things to turn this way because he thought that Damian wouldn’t exactly say what he did, right outside his door. Nonetheless it was inedible for him to burst in the room and apologize, because he’d have his head off.


“Hey Damian” she said in a low voice, the moment he entered the room.

“Hey (Y/n)”

“I ughh… I brought your notebook back… thanks for letting me copy all semester’s homework.”

“Yeah, no problem, since is not your thing, and it’d be really bad if you were cut off because of your inability to do your homework” he remarked a little softer this time. It was only then he was realising what he had said, and what Dick had said. He could see the saddened look on her face; a signal that she was indeed hurt by his offensive speech.

There probably wasn’t any way to take it back at the very moment though, without having to confess to her. He couldn’t really confess about something he wasn’t so sure of, because it made him insecure. Nevertheless that didn’t mean he didn’t feel bad for making her feel insecure as well.

But one day he was sure, things would be just right.

And Dick would obviously have to be the one to give him advice, even if Damian despised it.

Support System // Jensen

Summary: You’re an actress with a strong career but sometimes life gets you down and the struggle comes with your dyslexia but with Jensen and your friends they help. Especially when you’ve bonded with your on-screen father Dean. That bond is true in reality too so how do they all help?

Characters: Jensen x platonic!reader, Jared Padalecki, Danneel Ackles (Harris)

Words: 1149

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. I do not own any gifs, images or songs that may appear in this. Also I know very little about dyslexia but I’m going my very best.

Warning: Swearing, breakdown, sad reader, dyslexia,  little angst and a lot of fluff.

Requested: @purely-myself-03

Author: Caitsy.

Tagging: At the end.

A/N We have a request for everyone else. Can you please request some things or take a look at the prompt list? The more requests we get the more you’ll all get to read.

Originally posted by the-spncest

The entertainment business is extremely hard to work in among the fight to get work to the rumours that circulate around your name. It’s even more difficult when you have any problems that the media deems ‘unworthy of work’ or you’re stamped with ‘may cause production problems’. You were in that category.

You were a damn good actress from the amount of success and reviews you’ve received over the years. You were dedicated to your career even if you had trouble reading the script sometimes but it would be extremely difficult at times. You’re latest gig was a spot on the show Supernatural. You had debuted in the season finale and now you were filming the new season.

The rain was pouring outside the motel room where Dean and Sam were going over the case they were working. Beers littered the table but no food yet. They had ordered a couple pizzas that would arrive any moment to the impatience of Dean.

“So we still have little to no know idea on what we’re fighting?” Dean asked taking a pull from the bottle.

“No. We might need Cas because it’s would be a witch or something worse.” Sam replied rubbing his face as both men leaned back in their chairs. There was a knock of the door before he could continue.

“You grab the pizza, I’m going to use the bathroom.” Dean said climbing to feet and going into the attached room, “Do not eat it all!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Sam chuckled grabbing his wallet and opening the door to see a young and freezing teenager on the doorstep. She held two pizzas but other than that she wasn’t holding anything but a duffle bag.


“Um. No I think you have the wrong room but that pizza is ours.” Sam replied reaching for it. The teen quickly moved back with a rapid shake of her head.

“No. You must be Sam.”

The clicking of a gun from behind Sam was heard. Both turned to see a furious Dean Winchester aiming a gun at the teens head. The teen’s eye rapidly grew before she shoved the pizza at Sam and raised her arms.

“Who the hell are you?”

“I’m…I’m Millie Campbell Winchester!” The teen exclaimed hiding behind the door jam, “I don’t legally go by Winchester!”

“What the fuck are you pulling?” Dean hissed edging backwards into the room, “Get in here.”

“We’re not going to hurt you.”

“Pl-please put the gun down.”  Bell weakly asked stepping into the room. The gun was lowered at the nod of Sam.

“Who are you really?” Sam asked.

“I’m not kidding! I’m Mille Campbell Winchester. I’m nineteen years old and I was named after my great-grandma Millie. Everyone calls me Bell.”

“Cas, we need help.” Dean grumbled.

Bell jumped at the sudden appearance of an Angel in the room where he tilted his head at Bell before looking at Dean.

“You called?”

“Who is this?” Dean demanded not removing his eyes from her. Castiel came closer to Bell in curiosity before he nodded.

“This would be your daughter Millie Campbell Winchester-Murdock.” Can said looking at Dean, “Did you not get that voicemail?”

“Jesus.” Dean groaned, “I have a child? You’re dropping the Murdock, kid.”

Ever since you had devoted yourself to going over your script countless times but sometimes you struggled like today. You woke up knowing it was going to be horrible because you woke up late and your mother informed you the family was coming for a visit. When you stopped in for a coffee at your favourite place you noticed you were having more trouble than usual reading the menu.

“No, no, no.” You grumbled. You knew it was because you’re demanding and hectic family was coming. They didn’t understand how terrible it was to work and keep them happy in your home.
It got worse when you forgot all your lines in the first scene and you were shaking because you couldn’t even read anything in the script.

“I-I-I…”You mumbled running to the favourite place you had. You said there sobbing trying to rip the script up in your hands, “I QUIT! THIS BULLSHIT!”

“Y/N? Where are you?” Jared’s voice asked before he caught side for your hiccuping and shaking body, “Shit.”

Jared backtracked quickly because they only person that could calm you down was Jensen. You two had bonded and developed a distinct bond normally between father and daughter. You had a terrible childhood with your father and it got worse when he fled the family.

“J?” Jared called rushing up to his best friend.

“Yeah?” Jensen asked, “Find Y/N?”

“That’s the thing. She’s having a breakdown.”

Jensen shoved his own script at Jared before he swiftly went the place you went to the most. His heart broke at the sight of you rocking yourself with large sobs. He noticed the attempts at tearing the script apart.

“Y/N/N? Honey.” Jensen whispered pulling the teen into his arms. He rocked them in attempts to calm her down, “What’s wrong?”

“I-I ca-“ You hiccuped.

“Hey, take a deep breath with me.” Jensen whispered placing your hand on his chest, “Feel my heart beating? Think of how it’s beat and match my breathing okay?”


“Sh, don’t talk but taking deep breaths for me.” Jensen whispered as your head fall onto his chest and the shaking dwindled.

“My family’s coming.” You started with a shaky voice, “I knew it was going to be bad because I couldn’t order a coffee and I was nearly late to work!”

“Why were you almost late.” Jensen questioned not noticing as majority of the cast watched with a few photos and a visiting Danneel smiling.

“I couldn’t read the signs! My phone died too!”

“Hey, it’s okay. We all have bad days, remember last week?” Jensen questioned leaning back, “Jared couldn’t find his lucky necklace?”

“The one the boys made for him?” You asked.

“Yeah, I had a meltdown but you were there with your computer and Gen was on there with the boys.” Jared sadly smiled as he crouched in front of you.

“You don’t know how hard it is being dyslexic.” You whimpered.

“No we don’t, but we see a strong young woman with a support system that greatly helps you.” Jensen said, “It’s a scene that can be switched out, you know everyone understands that sometimes you can’t work and that goes for everyone. How about Danneel, you and I go get ice cream?”

“Okay.” You sniffled smiling when Jensen brushed the tears away and Danneel helped you up with a smile.

“I may not have given life to you but you’re my honorary daughter.” Danneel grinned before Jensen pulled both of you into a hug.

“Come on kid. I don’t let my kids live with no ice cream.”

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anonymous asked:

did justin ever explain why taako gave everyone macaroons on candlenights? I know taako talked about it with angus but i dont know if justin just forgot about taako's backstory in a rush to give presents?? or if it was deliberate??

For Taako, it was more of a heat of the moment thing.

Angus: So why don’t you cook very much anymore, sir? The macaroons you made were so delicious, and I wonder why you don’t cook for your friends more often sir?

Taako: [sighs] Well Angus, uh, one time I transmogrified something… I transmogrified it into something you really shouldn’t eat, ever? For life, to live, I mean? And, uh, a lot of people ate that. And that went, so sideways. Um… I-I just decided I would never again cook for people I cared about, because I couldn’t risk something happening to them. Until I get this under control, I guess.

Angus: That’s very sad sir, I’m sorry for making you bring that up. I can tell that it upset you.

Taako: Yeah, that’s okay. I just don’t cook for anybody who’s close to me. That I care if they live or die, I guess, more specifically.

Angus: You did let me eat the macaroon.

Taako: [High pitched] I did! I did. Hmm… that must have been a lapse, you know what, in hindsight? That was a lapse of judgement. I was actually just really excited about making macarons, and I’m fairly certain that I didn’t ummmmmm poison-

Angus: [crosstalk] Didn’t goof that one!

Taako: Didn’t goof - didn’t goof that one up, as near as I can tell. I mean, you’re here, right? You’re fine! Have you always been this height?

Also, with the whole thing about Taako’s backstory; Justin came up with Taako’s used to Sizzle it Up with Taako but then stopped a lot of people died during a show backstory thing all the way since after Moonlighting during the Max Fun Donor-Only Prequel episode. With that in mind, it’s possible that Justin purposely cook, since it’s also mentioned that Taako’s a little more serious about not using magic while cooking than him just not cooking at all.

Angus: I-I was wondering if you could use Prestidigitation to get some better flavors on these bad boys.

Taako: [sighs] Y-you could, but you really shouldn’t cross those streams little man. That got me into some bad trouble, I wouldn’t recommend it.

Angus: I was just hoping maybe you could show me how Prestidigitation works. [Taako sighs] But I understand if- no, I understand.

Taako: [tired] No, it’s fine. Yeah, Prestidigitation. So this has two components, V and S. [Griffin laughs.] There you go. I’ll just make these sort of… taste better.

ksi imagine - ex girlfriend tag

REQUESTED:  “Hello, please do a JJ imagine where you are exes and you do a video similar to Kian Lawley’s video kissing my ex girlfriend and old feeling coming back”

“Hi everyone it’s your boy KSIOlajideBT,” I remained quiet in the gaming chair as he began his introduction, his fingers forming a salut by his temple. “How are you all? Don’t answer that, I can’t hear you, it’s a pointless question.”

I giggled slightly, receiving a grin from JJ.

“Today I am here with a, erm, slightly…different video, we shall say!” The nervous giggles continued. I’d missed that contagious cackle. “As you can see I’m not alone, would you like to introduce yourself?”

“I mean I’m sure they all already know me, but hi, I’m Y/n.” With a somewhat timid wave I introduced myself before returning my hands to my lap and smiling. 

“Yep, probably. So this is Y/n, Y/n would you like to say a bit more about what we’re doing today or..?”

“JJ,” I laughed slightly. “Why are you being awkward? You good?”

“Man, I dunno it’s just…weird.” The laughs continued. His contagious giggle warmed my heart slightly, even after all this time. “Okay, so incase you are somewhat new to my channel I guess, Y/n is my ex girlfriend. We’ve been broken up for about, six, seven months now?”

He turned towards me to monitor my approval and I nodded. “Seven months,” I confirmed.

“Well, we haven’t actually seen eachother since the break up, but since Y/n was in London and is actually trying to grow a channel herself now we thought let’s rekindle the fire and film a collab!”

“Rekindle the fire?” I questioned. Jide simply shot me a wink. I rolled my eyes.

“Nevertheless, what can be a better idea than texting the first girl you ever loved and inviting her back to your house to bring up all the painful memories you’ve been suppressing for seven months in front of a few million people on YouTube right? So let’s go on!” 

My eyes widened slightly at the extent of his honesty - although I don’t know why I’m surprised. It’s Jide after all. 

“JJ, are you sure you wanna do this? I’m feeling you might be a little bit hesitant about this whole thing,” I rested a hand on his shoulder. “I’m gonna ask you again - you good?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” He confirmed, reassuring me in all seriousness before continuing the video.

For around half an hour JJ and I proceeded to answer generic questions, revisit memories, and discuss where our lives had taken us now. We decided to check twitter for some more insightful questions from people that knew most of our history - a lot of our relationship had been very public. Even the breakup. It didn’t necessarily end on a bad note, but we didn’t continue contact after, which I was beginning to feel slightly sad about. This time had made me realised how much I had missed Jide as an asset in my life - even if not in the way he was seven months ago.

“Okay so, twitter questions,” He scanned his phone.

“Jide, I swear to God if any of these are sexual-”

“I’m not promising anything.”

“Jide.” I narrowed my eyes, my tone very demanding. He held his hand up in defence.

“Alright alright! Innocent questions only!”

Yeah, right. KSI fans wouldn’t know innocent if it smacked them around the face, I thought. 

“Okay - where is your relationship currently at?” Jide’s voice became serious, professional even. I lifted a leg to my chest as I contemplated.

“Well, as of now, we don’t have much of a relationship,” He watched me intently. There was genuine interest on his face. “But I don’t see why we couldn’t build one? I’ve been planning to move to London, as you may know, and so I think we could definitely spend more time together.”

He nodded along with my words before turning to the camera. “So basically to answer your question she still wants my dick.”

“Jide!” I scolded, hitting his arm although I couldn’t not laugh as he apologised.

“No. What I’m saying is, friends is definitely foreseeable.”

“She’s using big words again I’m just gonna…yeah, move on. Okay, this one’s cool - do you still find each other attractive?”

“You know what Jide, I’m gonna let you take this one away.” I rested my hand on my chin. “Go on.”

His smile brightened to which my heart warmed slightly. As he cleared his throat I raised my eyebrows in an encouraging manner. Interest fulfilled my mind.

“Well,” he proceeded. “I mean of course.You’re pretty fit.” Shrugging, he moved his focus back to his phone.

“Is that it? Pretty fit?”

“What? It’s a compliment!”

“Nope, not good enough, try again.”

“For Gods sake,” he laughed, and I folded my arms. “Nah but in all seriousness guys, of course I still find Y/n attractive. We were together a long time, that wouldn’t change in such a short time, or probably ever.”

“Awww Jide!” I cooed. That was really sweet of him. I really have missed this boy, I thought to myself, and I genuinely hoped our interactions would continue after this video. 

“Plus I’ve seen her naked, so,” he shrugged and I rolled my eyes at the camera. 

“Right, sick.”

“I’m joking!” 

Raising my middle finger at him I encouraged Jide to continue with the questions.

“Okay, we’ll do one more, then we’re gonna go get nandos cause I’m starving.”

“Jide, you know I don’t like nandos right-”

“Y/n, I do, and that’s all that matters.”

I once again looked back at the camera as Jide exploded into laughter at his own jokes. Pointing a finger at him, I raised my eyebrows.

“To anyone wondering why we broke up - this is why!”

“No it’s fucking not don’t lie,” He choked between laughs and I looked down to mask my own giggles. “Okay, okay, I’m gonna scroll and whatever question my finger lands on we have to answer okay?”

“Unless it’s sexual,” I interrupted.

“Even if it’s sexual,” he corrected.

“Andddddd stop! Here we- oh. Shit.”

“What? Jide I fucking swear-”

“No, no, it’s not sexual.” He picked his professional attitude back up, a smirk still present on his face although he appeared slightly nervous. “Can you two kiss for the camera?”

“Oh dear God.” I groaned. “Fuck it.”

Pressing both my hands to his face I leaned into Jide, kissing him swiftly. Although at first he appeared taken aback, he soon warmed into the kiss, placing a hand on my waist just as he used to when we were together. I felt all the love wash back over me in a terrifying way. Do I still love him? Was this a bad idea? Was he thinking the same?

When I pulled back, Jide looked almost disappointed. I edged my eyes over to the camera and watched as realisation hit.

“Oh that! I forgot we were filming,” he scratched the back of his neck. “I can always edit out anything you don’t feel comfortable with keeping in. It’s no big deal.”

I smiled at his gentleman nature.

“In fact,” he continued. “I might just end the video on us leaning in, just to see the comments go crazy.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at his contagious, juvenile excitement.

“Can we get food now, for real?” He pleaded with me and I smiled.

“Sure. Let’s go.”