somehow all of the above maybe

50. “This is girl talk, so leave.” with Breakbot, Gaspard, Pedro, and Uffie

Word count: 712
Genre: Drabble
Warnings: Smoking
Notes: for @almost-convinced-i-am-real !!! thank you!!! this one ended up being the most challenging, and i hope the execution turned out alright.


They shuffled into the hotel room, all exhaustion and sweat. Once inside the three of them collapsed as if their strings had been severed, leaving them all a boneless mess. Gaspard ended up face first on the bed, landing diagonally. Thibaut took the couch, curling up against the stiff, musty cushions. Somehow Pedro found himself taking up the space in between. Or more specifically, the floor in between, his back protesting as he stared up at the popcorn ceiling. In his exhaustion he could have sworn the moisture stain above him looked just like Germany. Or maybe Texas? It didn’t matter.

By and by, they began to recover from the initial weariness of arriving back at the room. The festival had gone wonderfully, but all any of them really wanted now was some down time away from the constant boom of the bass and the screams of the crowd.

Pedro was the first to sit up. He wedged his back against the bed and his legs against the sofa arm. He was getting too old to sit like this, but to hell with it- that would be tomorrow’s problem. He heard Gaspard roll and shift until his head hung over the side of the bed, sleepily peering at him. They both turned to Thibaut. Perhaps sensing the eyes on him, he cracked open one of his before pulling one of the decorative pillows over his face.

Before they knew it, though, they were all talking and laughing. Some of their conversation concerned the festival, but most of it contained nothing of substance, simply settling into the comfortable chatter of old friends.

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Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.
Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men – friends, coworkers, strangers – giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. I’d want to grab the poor guy by his lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesn’t really love chili dogs that much – no one loves chili dogs that much! And the Cool Girls are even more pathetic: They’re not even pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be. Oh, and if you’re not a Cool Girl, I beg you not to believe that your man doesn’t want the Cool Girl. It may be a slightly different version – maybe he’s a vegetarian, so Cool Girl loves seitan and is great with dogs; or maybe he’s a hipster artist, so Cool Girl is a tattooed, bespectacled nerd who loves comics. There are variations to the window dressing, but believe me, he wants Cool Girl, who is basically the girl who likes every fucking thing he likes and doesn’t ever complain. (How do you know you’re not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: “I like strong women.” If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because “I like strong women” is code for “I hate strong women.”)
—  Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl

what is stepping on an artists’s toes: 

  • selling merch with a design that wasn’t purchased
  • cutting out our watermarks and signatures
  • deleting commentary 
  • reposting so we can’t get the publicity and responses 

what is not:

  • someone telling you your art is harmful
  • “but my artistic freedom–” shut
  • you whiny pricks, your ability to use a pencil doesn’t block you from criticism 
Men always say that as the defining compliment: the Cool Girl. She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means that I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.
Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see these men - friends, coworkers, strangers - giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. I’d want to grab the poor guy by his lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesn’t really love chili dogs that much - no one loves chili dogs that much! And the Cool Girls are even more pathetic: They’re not even pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be. Oh, and if you’re not a Cool Girl, I beg you not to believe that your man doesn’t want the Cool Girl. It may be a slightly different version - maybe he’s a vegetarian, so Cool Girl loves seitan and is great with dogs; or maybe he’s a hipster artist, so Cool Girl is a tattooed, bespectacled nerd who loves comics. There are variations to the window dressing, but believe me, he wants Cool Girl, who is basically the girl who likes every fucking thing he likes and doesn’t ever complain. (How do you know you’re not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: ‘I like strong women.’ If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because 'I like strong women’ is code for 'I hate strong women.’)
I waited patiently - years - for the pendulum to swing the other way, for men to start reading Jane Austen, learn how to knit, pretend to like cosmos, organize scrapbook parties, and make out with each other while we leer. And then we’d say, Yeah, he’s a Cool Guy.
But it never happened. Instead, women across the nation colluded in our degradation! Pretty soon Cool Girl became the standard girl. Men believed she existed - she wasn’t just a dreamgirl one in a million. Every girl was supposed to be this girl, and if you weren’t, then there was something wrong with you.
—  Gone Girl, Gillian Flynn.
Types of Naruto Fanfiction Tropes I Remember Over the Years
  • sakura, hinata, ino, and tenten are on their way to train and they overhear all of their teammates calling them weak so they decide to get permission from tsunade to leave and train then they come back super boss level. sometimes comes back with kids and its obvious to tell who’s the dads but said dads are oblivious af to the fact
  • same as the above but the girls become rogue nin and somehow join the akatsuki and fall in love with whichever akatsuki member is in charge of their training
  • same as the above but this time its just sakura and hinata
  • sasuke and karin come back to konoha and someway, somehow, karin turns the entire village against sakura, including fucking tsunade [save for maybe one person that in all honesty sakura isn’t even close to, ex. shikamaru but according to sakura they’re just like siblings] so sakura decides to runaway and she joins the akatsuki who all love her because she’s been through so much and meanwhile in konoha everyone is shocked and hurt sakura left them and decide they must bring her back at all cost
  • same as the above but everyone still thinks sakura is weak etc and don’t want to save her but tsunade realized the error of her ways and makes everyone find her anyway
  • high school au where sakura, hinata, ino, and tenten are the least popular girls at school who constantly get bullied [maybe temari is included, but usually just those four]. sasuke, naruto, shikamaru, and neji are the most popular dudes in school with a shit ton of crazy fangirls. sakura, hinata, ino, and tenten all decide to stick up to the boys who are also bullies who in turn put all their bullying efforts onto the girls. but guess what, kakashi-sensei who is that teacher who’s always late af to his job/class is doing a group assignment AND GUESS WHO’S CONVENIENTLY PAIRED UP???
  • high school au where sakura, hinata, ino, and tenten are all skater girls with no interest in dudes but new cute guys sasuke, naruto, shikamaru, and neji fall head over heels in love at first sight but the girls are like buzz off.
  • did i mention that in all of these high school aus with sakura, hinata, ino, and tenten for some unexplainable reason they all live in this big house/apartment with each other
  • high school au where sakura is the only one being bullied and is for whatever reason the most hated and bullied girl in the entire school and the most popular [usually ino, sasuke, naruto, etc] decide to devise a plot where either naruto or sasuke trick sakura into falling in love with the respective guy then break her heart but they end up falling in love with her for real. sakura typically comes from a poor/troubled home that makes nards or sauce feel super bad
  • high school au where sakura is the most hated and bullied girl in school but finds solace and friendship by somehow befriending the most notorius kids in school that everyone calls the Akatsuki
  • sakura is the most hated and bullied girl in school but instead of the akatsuki thing, she actually has a nighttime persona and ironically enough that nighttime persona is super popular and loved by her peers and one of those peers, usually sasuke, falls for the persona and attempts to woo her whilst also being captivated by sakura whom he is annoyed by but also kind of is intrigued by
  • sakura isn’t being bullied but doesn’t stand out but she finds a new hobby in dancing or fashion or smth and the ppl who got her into it is the akatsuki
  • sakura is some kind of jinchuuriki like naruto like a ten-tailed wolf or smth and has been hated by the entire village her entire life save for best friend hinata. isn’t a sasuke fangirl but after being placed onto team 7 there is a love triangle. sometimes a love square if sai is thrown in as a first time ever 4 man squad thing is added
  •  sakura is chosen to be apart of an interrogation thing where she’s the medic for this particular person who turns out to be apart of the akatsuki but through their constant meetings and healing sessions, sakura falls in love with the person and they fall for her and share some passionate kiss and sakura typically helps this guy escape
  • tsunade has sakura to do an infiltration mission where she literally has to be arrested for some crime, escape authorities, and become a rogue ninja and join the akatasuki whilst somehow getting info about the akatsuki back to konoha. she typically falls in love with whoever she’s partnered with
  • the akatasuki actually need a medic nin to heal itachi’s eyes, so they decide to kidnap tsunade’s apprentice and force her to heal them and keep her forever. sakura typically either falls in love with itachi or with a diff member.
  • usually these above akatsuki fics have two ways of being handled: the characters are all p in character for what we’ve seen on screen or what is usually done– sakura sees the akatsuki as a bunch of goofballs that are actually nice af and konan is like a mother figure
  • sakura finds a box of cats outside her house and decides to take them in. these cats are usually the akatsuki
  • ‘The Future of Mrs Sakura ____’ au where every sakura ship is explored as this fortune teller person shows sakura her various futures with different guys and girls she could be married too. usually these fics are forever incomplete
  • sasuke is back in the village and is super flirtatious with sakura but sakura isn’t looking for love but finds it with someone else who isn’t sasuke. typically neji and sakura and neji support naruhina by being like chaperones on their dates cuz hiashi said thats the only way naruto and hinata can start courting each other
  • sasuke is back in the village, but this time sakura, hinata, ino, tenten, and typically temari shows up too, are all tired of their love lives/crushes so the girls decide to all date someone else. this is either super good or meh. best one i’ve ever read is Three Months y’all should read it, its 50 chapters long but bawse af
  • sakura goes back in time to prevent obito from dying and to save the future because the war is going shit and they’re side is losing. but sakura somehow falls for minato. she either knows who he is and is trying to get him to hook up with kushina but her arrival to the past fucked shit up so he isn’t into kushina anymore or kushina dumped him. or, sakura doesn’t know who minato is and they have a lot of sexual tension going on. naruto is usually brought up a lot of times and minato has this huge sense of jealousy and dislike of this naruto guy, which is amusing to the reader because we know that naruto is his son
  • another time travel fic but sakura has been chosen by some celestial being to change the past of someone who she subsequently falls in love with. like this fic Lost Year where she was trying to prevent Sasori from joining akatsuki it was p cute actually
  • modern rivalry au where sakura, hinata, ino, and tenten are in a band and sasuke, naruto, shikamaru, and neji are in a band
  • sakura, hinata, ino, or tenten wake up in the future where they are married to naruto usually and they have kids and everyone’s an adult.
  • after some incident between suna and konoha, temari is used as a peace offering for an arranged marriage. usually with either naruto or shikamaru
  • canon divergence where after the failed sasuke retrieval thing went down and kakashi was on his way to taking naruto back to konoha, they stumble upon tayuya who miraculously survived the attack and is taken back to konoha and she falls in love with naruto and vice versa. or maybe shikamaru
  • canon divergence where orochimaru took naruto under his wing by ‘saving’ him from his cruel fellow villagers and raising him in oto. naruto is good friends with the sound ninja 4/5 but he goes back to konoha for a spy mission. either falls for kin, tayuya, hinata, or sakura
  • canon divergence au where sakura’s parents died when she was young and was taken in by the akatsuki because konan’s motherly instincts kicked in and she convinced pein [the orange haired yahiko version b4 nagato’s big reveal] to let them keep her. usually titled smth like the akatsuki’s hime/princess/cherry/etc. she goes back to konoha for an infiltration mission if its planned for her to fall for sasuke, naruto, or neji instead of the usual akatsuki members if they just view her as their cute daughter/niece/sister
  • same as the above but it was hinata instead and the hyuga clan was wiped out by the akatsuki but konan couldn’t bring herself to kill this one baby that was in the arms of a dying woman
  • canon divergence where sakura is taken under orochimaru’s wing as a kid and goes back to konoha
  • sakura catches the attention of tobi who likes her a lot and they sneak around to meet and this way before it was confirmed tobi was obito or madara so there was like a shit ton of speculation
  • canon divergence where naruto was the one who saved karin from… wth was it a bear?? but that was before karin was revealed to be naruto’s cousin so after the reveal a lot of those fics were either deleted or forever incomplete

did i leave anything out? anyone else remember these tropes??

Quiver: Part Three


Part One // Part Two

                                                  Summary:

You were hired on a new team Tony Stark put together as the Tech support. However, you weren’t expecting to crush on none other than Bucky Barnes.

Notes: 

Angsty, but the SMUT I have planned for this is gonna be SO GOOD. (wrote the outline for it, and honestly its the hottest I’ve done like fuck.) If this gets to 300, or if there is a large demand for it I’ll continue! Hope you enjoy and FEEDBACK! I love it!!! I promise. It helps me as a writer.

Word Count: 2,619

(added my previous tag list)

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man: hi

me: Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl. Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men – friends, coworkers, strangers – giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. I’d want to grab the poor guy by his lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesn’t really love chili dogs that much – no one loves chili dogs that much! And the Cool Girls are even more pathetic: They’re not even pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be. Oh, and if you’re not a Cool Girl, I beg you not to believe that your man doesn’t want the Cool Girl. It may be a slightly different version – maybe he’s a vegetarian, so Cool Girl loves seitan and is great with dogs; or maybe he’s a hipster artist, so Cool Girl is a tattooed, bespectacled nerd who loves comics. There are variations to the window dressing, but believe me, he wants Cool Girl, who is basically the girl who likes every fucking thing he likes and doesn’t ever complain. (How do you know you’re not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: “I like strong women.” If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because “I like strong women” is code for “I hate strong women.”)

Betrayal Scenarios

Lotor is one heck of a manipulator. Him trying to turn the Paladins against each other, especially with the stress of switching Lions, is more of an when than if.

Shiro

1. Obviously Clone Shiro. Assuming the Space Dad we got back isn’t the one that left us (which is probably the case), he’s probably being used as a double agent at this very moment.

2. Shiro’s Galra Arm, if it can be used to control him.

3. His PTSD. Poor guy can’t catch a break, and we already saw Sendak(?) use it against him all the way back in season 1.

Keith

1. His Galra Heritage, definitely. The second Lotor figures this out, he will use it against him. The worst possible scenario, especially with Voltron trying to form a coalition. Knowing Keith, he won’t take this well, at all.

2. Alternatively, offer Keith the chance to join his generals. They’re all half-Galra, and Keith is very capable. Better a strong fighter with you than against you.

3. DNA manipulation? Could the Druids somehow extract his human DNA, or force him to take a Galra form and ideology?

Lance

One word. Langst.

1. His insecurities are just begging to be used against him. He thinks he’s the Seventh Wheel, the disposable Paladin. Maybe he could be convinced that he’s not worthy of being a Paladin at all. Or maybe somehow block the Lions’ link from him?

2. Unlikely, but alternatively Lotor could use these insecurities to turn Lance into the Mole. Lance is the most sociable of the Paladins, he would be the best choice to getting information about their personalities and ticks, their skills, etc.

3. Same as above, but instead the reason being that his teammates often don’t treat him with the respect he deserves.

Pidge

1. If Lotor could get Matt and her father as a hostage, or at least make her think he had them, he could effectively blackmail her.

2. Maybe sneak a computer virus into the Castle or the Lions through one of her devices?

Hunk

Honestly, Hunk is the least likely candidate besides Allura. I can think of two possibilities, however.

1. Narti controls Hunk and makes him attack his teammates.

2. Hold the Balmera (Shay specifically) hostage. He probably wouldn’t betray Voltron for this, but he could be forced to hand over a McGuffin.

Allura

1. Once again, Narti. If she could once again be controlled to drive the Castle into a star…

2. Or be tempted by Altea again. Were there any survivors besides Haggar…?

Some of these are far more likely than others, and none means that a Paladin will betray the others. But you must admit, it would make an epic Zarkon parallel. And angst. Don’t forget that sweet, sweet angst!

Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl. Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men – friends, coworkers, strangers – giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. I’d want to grab the poor guy by his lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesn’t really love chili dogs that much – no one loves chili dogs that much! And the Cool Girls are even more pathetic: They’re not even pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be. Oh, and if you’re not a Cool Girl, I beg you not to believe that your man doesn’t want the Cool Girl. It may be a slightly different version – maybe he’s a vegetarian, so Cool Girl loves seitan and is great with dogs; or maybe he’s a hipster artist, so Cool Girl is a tattooed, bespectacled nerd who loves comics. There are variations to the window dressing, but believe me, he wants Cool Girl, who is basically the girl who likes every fucking thing he likes and doesn’t ever complain. (How do you know you’re not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: “I like strong women.” If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because “I like strong women” is code for “I hate strong women.”)

If you think you’re worthless, stop scrolling right now and read.

I’m writing this for a specific mutual, but it isn’t only true for one person, so read on.

You know those inspirational posts you see people reblog every day?

Stuff about people all throughout history who failed and went bankrupt and were depressed and were told they weren’t good enough - and yet somehow they rose above it and defied all those notions to become heroes and legends and history makers and culture movers. And the post always ends with “so don’t be hard on yourself when you mess up” and it’s all nice and sweet and pretty. Maybe you scroll past them. Maybe you hardly ever see them on your dash at all.

Maybe you’re among those who reblogs these posts.

But maybe every time you hit the reblog or the like button, your brain is whispering “this isn’t about you” and “yes people can do amazing things, but not you” and “ah yes amazing stories, too bad it will never happen to you” and you listen to these whisperings and you laugh and shake your head…

Because you know exactly where you stand: worthless. irredeemable. a loser. a lost cause.

Please.

Please.

Listen to me.

As your friend.

As a stranger who doesn’t know you. Who doesn’t have to know you, or your failings, or your depression, or your anxiety, or your embarrassments, or your deepest darkest most heinous crimes.

Stop.

Just stop.

Look up. Look around you. Open. Your. Eyes. Are they open? Good. Keep them open. Don’t ever close them again. See the world. See you: a human being, valid, flawed, journeying, changing, growing, scraping, failing, rising, a masterpiece that will never be made again.

You are beautiful. You who think you are overweight and lazy. You are beautiful. You who think you are stupid and uneducated. You are beautiful. You who think you are a loser, and amount to nothing. You are beautiful. You who bleed and ache and never rest. You are beautiful.

You have worth.

Want to know a secret? If you wake up in the morning and tell yourself you’re not going to amount to anything that day, then you aren’t going to. If you go to bed at night thinking nothing will change tomorrow, then you are going to change nothing.

Because you’ve resigned yourself to that lie. And it is a lie, friend. A straight-out, soul-condemning, out-of-the-pit, self-deprecating, self-pitying lie. A lie you don’t have to believe. A lie you should not believe.

If you stand in the corner and bow your head and stare at the ground, you’ve already lost the battle without fighting. This is a surrender in which there is no honor, and in it there is no hope.

Life isn’t easy, friend. Life isn’t fair. It’s hard. And getting things done is hard. Some days, just getting up out of bed is hard. Just breathing. Just doing homework. Just going to work. Just trying to keep the dishes and trash from overflowing.

But we do it anyway.

Why? Because there’s life to live. There are choices to be made. Jokes to laugh at. Awkward conversations to be had. Art to mess up and start over on. Jobs to work. Pizza to be eaten.

We do it anyway.

So guess what?

You do it anyway too.

Why? Because of this:

You are special.

Right now, this second, turn off the voice that hears these Disney-fied words and scoffs and ignores them. Listen.

There is not a human being who has ever lived or ever will live on this planet that is not important, that is not here for a reason. No life is worthless, and most certainly not yours. My God doesn’t make worthless things, and he doesn’t make mistakes. There are no extra pieces in this universe, no spare parts. He made you. And he made you for a purpose, and that purpose is not to sit in your room, afraid to try, afraid to love, afraid to hope, afraid to climb and fall and hurt and get back up again.

Want to know another secret? You aren’t alone. Every single human being in the history of everything has struggled with feeling worthless at some point in their life. Every single one. That is not a lie. Your feelings of worthlessness are not what is special about you. You are what is special about you. The God who created you is what is special about you.

No matter what you’re going through, no matter what you’ve done, no matter what you have failed to do, someone else has gone through worse. Sometimes, a lot worse.

Oh, now you feel invalidated. “Why can’t I just believe in myself? Other people have it worse, I shouldn’t complain, I should just try harder, but I know trying harder isn’t going to help, so what’s the point.”

Guess what?

Stop that too.

Stop it dead in its tracks.

Kill that thought. Every day. Every morning. Every minute it shows its ugly lying face. Kill it and put it to rest. Stack headstones on top of it and move away, far far way, friend.

Don’t tell me I don’t know what I’m talking about. I don’t know where you’ve been, but you don’t know where I’ve been either. Don’t ignore hope because you think it’s for other people. Don’t keep yourself from making an effort, and pushing yourself forward. Bury the lie. You have worth. You are loved. You are important. God does not make worthless things.

One of my favorite lyrics says “How does it end when the war that you’re in is just you against you against you? You’ve got to learn to love, learn to love your enemies too.”

Learn to love.

Your enemy.

Yourself.

Start learning to see you the way God sees you.

See you the way I see you.

Perfect.

Worthwhile.

Amazing.

Just at the very beginning.

Every single day you wake up is a brand new start.

A bright new chance. Every. Single. One. You will never stop getting chances for as long as you are here, so why dismiss them? Isn’t that the most beautiful thing there is? You get to keep trying. Every single day. You have the gift to go again, try again, start again, live again, breathe again, hope again.

Guess what. When the morning is wasted, the afternoon is still there. When the afternoon is wasted, the evening is still there. When the evening is wasted, the night is still there. And then morning comes again.

So the next time you see a motivational post, an inspiring reblog, a story about how someone overcame something horrible, and turned it into something amazing, look long and hard and take courage, find hope in that. Stop dismissing it as being from a universe you have no part in. Stop putting yourself to that measuring stick and turning away because you’re not there yet.

You’re looking at the end result. At some point, they were standing in your shoes. They couldn’t see the end. They couldn’t see what they might or might not amount to. They had no idea, just like you now. Just exactly like you.

Hope, my friend. Every time you start to think “I can/will never” do this or that or amount to anything or accomplish anything… Hope. Stop those thoughts immediately. Kill them. Bury them. Never stop burying them. They are lies and you are better than them.

Drive them out. Open your eyes. Look around. Pick yourself up. Brush away the tears. “I will try. My God doesn’t make worthless things, so I am not worthless. My God does not create without meaning, so I have meaning. I am here for a reason. Today I will live to find out what that reason is for today. And tomorrow I will hope again.”

Life is hard, my friend. Stop beating yourself up. You are worth more and capable of more than you can ever imagine or hope or dream. Don’t let your past or present failures stop you or beat you down. Keep going, keep hoping, keep killing the lies. You are bigger than them, you go beyond them. And God is greater, and he knows your heart. Trust him. Wake up. Open your eyes. Move forward. Keep your eyes open.



“You’ve got all that emotion that’s heaving like an ocean
And you’re drowning in a deep, dark well
I can hear it in your voice that if you only had a choice
You would rather be anyone else

I love you just the way that you are
I love the way He made your precious heart

Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself

I know it’s hard to hear it when that anger in your spirit
Is pointed like an arrow at your chest
When the voices in your mind are anything but kind
And you can’t believe your Father knows best

I love you just the way that you are
I love the way He’s shaping your heart

Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself

Well how does it end when the war that you’re in
Is just you against you against you
Gotta learn to love, learn to love
Learn to love your enemies too

You can’t expect to be perfect
It’s a fight you’ve gotta forfeit
You belong to me whatever you do
So lay down your weapon, darling
Take a deep breath and believe that I love you

Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself
Be kind to yourself

Gotta learn to love, learn to love
Learn to love your enemies
Gotta learn to love, learn to love
Learn to love your enemies too

Queen of Disaster // Lee Taeyong

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the prompt: can i get song vased scenario with Taeyong?? X) Lana Del Rey-Queen of disaster?

words: 2957

category: song rec + fluff

author note: don’t ask me how i came up with this plot from this song bc i don’t know.

- destinee

Originally posted by taeyongsolo

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Past the black where sirens sing

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Siren!Au / Angst / One-shot

Rated T for mentions of blood and mature themes (nothing too heavy tho)

Word count: 3.8k

Synopsis: Two in the morning, during this moonless night, as Yoongi is playing his demons away with slender fingers above the white and black of a piano keys.

And nothing would be different than usual, really, if it wasn’t for the strange girl sitting at his window, claiming to be a siren in love with his music.

Author’s note: for my loved @yoongihime, even tho it’s a couple of days late and she deserves so much more than this <3 

I love you, sweetie ❤


Yoongi doesn’t consider himself a believer. He never fell for the shining lure of myths and tales, nor for the solace of a higher being molding the universe – the hell, he didn’t even believe in the monsters under his bed when he was only a naïve tiny child.

These days some people would call him a cynical man, yet Yoongi knows that this is not really the case, for he simply holds his faith closer to the rational state of his mind rather than to the realm of pointless delirium. If the eyes can’t see it, then why should he presume it real, after all?

Just use the damn brain you had the luck to born with, for God’s sake.

So, Yoongi is well aware that all these people always ready to raise their finger at him and mark him as a crude, cold human being would now be left astonished, if they saw him in his room with a completely unamused expression as he stills his fingers above the piano keys and asks “so, what exactly are you?” to the beautiful, strange girl perched on his windowsill.

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@gayradwhitedad i don’t know what im doing rip

Parties were fun now.

It’s not like parties weren’t fun before - it’s just, now that everyone was more themselves after the whole squip incident, it made things ultimately better. Jeremy didn’t feel so alone when he was with these people - his friends - because they all liked him for him and he actually enjoyed going out with them.

Moving across the street, Jeremy watched everyone with fond eyes, his cheeks red and his chest warm from the numbing buzz of the alcohol. Rich and Jake were running around - well, Rich was limping around - way ahead of the entire group, Christine was with the rest of the girls a few feet ahead, while he and Michael lagged behind the rest of them, arms wrapped around eachother for support.

They were all walking in the middle of the street, already a few blocks away from the party they were originally at - they didn’t know where they were going, but they were leaving and Jeremy was okay with that.

Michael suddenly stopped walking, causing Jeremy to look away from everyone and at his best friend, who was staring past him. Turning around, he noticed they were standing in front of their park - the park where they spent most of their childhood at, playing games and chasing each other around like the dorks they were.

“C'mon!” Michael cried, grabbing Jeremy’s hand. Allowing Michael to drag him to the park, he blushed over the warm hand in his, staring down at the ground.

“Look!” Michael shouted, causing Jeremy to look up and - oh no.

“Do you remember when we used to try and climb the tube slide?” He asked, pointing up at said tube slide, which they were standing in front of.

Jeremy nodded, scrunching his eyebrows together as he eyed the Tube of Doom. “Yeah, I do.” The flickering light from the street lamp next to the park made it all the more menacing. He shuddered.

Michael snorted at Jeremy’s actions, removing his hand from the tall boy’s so he could walk over to the slide. Placing a hand on it, he grinned and looked at his friend. “Remember how you could never do it because you sucked at climbing?”

“Yes!”

“You were so bad!” Michael snorted again, making Jenemy throw his hands in the air in mock offence.

“I was scared of falling off!” He cried, crossing his arms over his chest. He pouted. “Besides, I could totally do it now.”

Michael’s eyes lit up mischeviously. “Oh really?”

“Really!”

“Alright, then do it.”

Jeremy froze, staring at him, his jaw dropped. Glancing up at the tube slide, he shuffled a bit, nearly taking a step back. He wasn’t actually planning on climbing it, not right now.

Michael gasped, bringing the tall boy’s attention to him. He was still grinning, but he looked like he was on the verge of laughter, fully leaning against the slide now. “Oh my God - you’re still scared, aren’t you?” He teased.

Jeremy, now wanting to prove Michael wrong, was already moving forward. “Shut up, no I’m not,” “ He cried, voice cracking on the ‘scared’. "YOU’RE scared!”

Michael took a step back, his smile dropping as Jeremy stepped onto the end of the tube slide and hoisted himself up onto it. Taking a step back, he held his hand in front of him as if he we’re ready to catch Jeremy if he fell.

“Jeremy, it’s fine if you don’t want to - I was just joking!” He called, but Jeremy just replied with some random weird noise.

Grabbing at the slide, Jeremy forced himself to moved up higher, ignoring Michael’s giggles and snorts from behind him. There was no,way he was going to back out of this now, they killed fucking super computers together, there was no way a SLIDE was going to stop him now.

Gripping onto the sides of the slide, Jeremy decided to glance down at Michael - and immediately regretted it. God, he was so high up and Michael looked so tiny okay not very tiny but tiny enough and if he fell down he would totally die and then it would be Michael’s fault and then Michael would go to prison and —

“Jeremy, you don’t have to do this to prove a point!” Michael called up, making Jeremy blink. Looking down at his hand, which were white from gripping the slide so hard, he relaxed his grip and continued up.

“N - no!” He shouted, voice cracking. “I did this and now I’m comitti -” Jeremy looked down again and squeaked. “HOW DID YOU DO THIS WHEN YOU WERE TEN?!” He shrieked, earning another wheezing laugh from Michael.

Ignoring his sweaty hands, he closed his eyes and gulped, forcing himself up higher. Just relying on the feel of the slide, he continuously reached up and grabbed the slide, doing it until he couldn’t grab anything anymore no matter how far he reached.

Opening his eyes slowly, he saw his hand sticking in the air, grabbing at nothing. Looking around, he let out a strangled noise when he realized that he did it. He actually fucking did it!

“HOLY SHIT, YOU DID IT!” Michael screamed from below, as if reading his mind.

Jeremy threw his hands in the air in victory, despite how fast his heart was beating against his rib cage, screaming right back at Michael. “I DID IT!”

Feeling himself wobble, he immediately grabbed onto the slide, holding on for dear life. Looking around, he kaufged nervously, then looked down at the boy below. “Hey, uh, I don’t think I can get down.”

Everything was silent for a moment, the two of them just staring at each other before Michael burst into laughter, his voice echoing into the night air.

“You’re kidding!” He managed to wheeze out, hugging himself in an attempt to calm down. It failed.

“I’m not!” Jeremy cried, looking back at the slide. He honesty couldn’t find a single way to get down without falling off. God, he didn’t want to die this way.

Hearing Michael shout a quick “oh my god”, he turned his attention back to him to yell, but froze. There he stood, Michael Mell, laughing his dorky laugh without a worry in the world in front of a flickering street lamp at two in the morning - arms clutching at his stomach, cheeks flushed from the alcohol and laughter, hair sticking up in every place possible, glasses askew, freckles in every spot upon his cheeks that jeremy had memorized so long ago, his signature red hoodie crumpled - a perfect man.

“I love you.” Jeremy blurted out without thinking, so captivated by the man below him.

Michael’s laughter caught in his throat, making him choke and cough. Looking up at Jeremy with wide eyes, he called out between coughs. “You – what?!”

Well, Jeremy was already going to die anyways. Might as well get it out.

“I’m in love with you!” He called out, leaning over the slide to get a better look at Michael.

“Jeremy, you’re slipping!” Michael shouted, though his voice was muffled from the hands that covered it. His entire face was hot.

“I know!”

“Get down!” Michael pointed at the ground, looking around, trying to calm his beating heart and ignore what was happening because Jeremy was insane and he was going to fall off and die somehow.

“No! I need you to know that I love you!” Jeremy shouted, voice high pitched and wavering, not even bothering to hold onto the slide anymore.

“Are you INSANE?!” Michael shrieked, running his hands through his hair, pulling at it a bit. God, Jeremy needed to get down now.

“I don’t know, maybe –” All it took was for Jeremy to lean forward a little bit, and then he was off, hitting the ground roughly with a loud shout.

Gasping for air, he stared out at the sky, the stars twinkling above him brightly. Through the ringing in his ears, he heard the sound of feet tapping against the ground and then suddenly Michael’s face appeared in his vision and all of the stars in the sky seemed dim compared to the freckles on his best friends face.

Jeremy liked that he could see Michael’s freckles now.

“My chest hurts,” He wheezed, his voice coming out hoarse. Michael smiled suddenly, relieved giggles slipping past his lips.

“You just fell from a ten to fifteen foot slide, I would imagine it would.” Michael replied, his voice high pitched and his cheeks burning, sitting with him as his friend tried to calm his gasps for air, his mind racing. Jeremy said he love you, Jeremy said he loved you, Jeremy said he loved you –

“So..” He whispered without even realizing, basically staring at Jeremy, who was staring back.

“So..”

“You love me.”

“I.. d - did say that, yes.”

“Did you.. mean it?” Michael asked, his voice as high pitched as it was before, his entire face as red as his hoodie.

Jeremy felt his own face heat up, but he swallowed and forced himself to nod. “I did m - mean that yes!” He squeaked out, his voice cracking on the 'mean.’

Michael made a weird noise and looked away, covering his mouth. The two of them say in an awkward silence, one too lost in his thoughts, the other literally just screaming in his head the entire time.

“I love you too.” Michael suddenly said, watching as Jeremy sat up the quickest Michael haf ever seen him move in his life, his blue eyes wide and full of hope.

“W - what?!” He cried, his voice cracking.

“I love you too!” Michael cried again, wondering if his face could get any hotter before it sets itself on fire.

Jeremy suddenly jumped up onto his knees, scooting closer to Michael, who’s eyes widened from the sudden closeness. He leaned back a bit, covering most of his face except for his eyes again - the taller boy’s own face was red too.

“Why are you blushing, you said it first!” He wheezed out through his hands, somehow making Jeremy turn an even darker shade of red.

“That’s different!” He squeaked, looking away. The two of them sat there for a moment, too close yet not close enough, silent and awkward. Jeremy slowly looked back at Michael.

“Can we kiss now?”

Michael suddenly shot up off the ground, turning around. “You’re so embarrassing!” He shouted, heading back towards the street, moving in quick, long strides. He heard Jeremy standing up behind him but he didn’t turn around or stop.

“Wait, Michael, come back! I fell off of a slide!”

“SHUT UP THAT WAS YOUR OWN FAULT!”

Now that they were standing on Jeremy’s doorstep, awkwardly standing side by side, Jeremy almost wished he didn’t say anything.

The two of them had walked home in dead silence, too lost in their thoughts to even think about anything to say - but now that they were here, the two of them were at a loss for words, avoiding eye contact the entire time.

“N - Nice, uh, weather we’re having tonight,” Jeremy managed to squeak out, making Michael look at him with wide eyes.

Letting a chokes laugh slip past his lips, Michael blushed and looked down at the ground, running a hand through his hair. “Oh my God, you’re making this so awkward.”

The tall boy suddenly looked at him, mouth dropping, hands grabbing at the air as he tried to stammer his way through whatever this was. “Wh – I – shut up, I - I’m trying to figure out what to s - say!!”

“That’s your problem, stop trying to hard!” Michael shot back, shoving his hands into his pockets, making no effort to look at him. He was just so embarrassed and his heart was beating so, so fast..

The two of them stood there some more, Michael picking at his hoodie while Jeremy rocked back and forth. At the time they both looked at each other, opening their mouths, but faltering at the sight of the other one doing the same.

Michael closed his mouth, and Jeremy took the chance and spoke. “T - Thank you, for coming to the party.. with me.” He mumbled.

Blinking, his friend smiled slightly. “Of course, I would go anywhere with you.”

A second past before they both realized what Michael said, and then their faces were as red a cherries. Looking away, Jeremy rubbed his cheek, smiling at nothing and everything at the same time.

“I had a f - fun time I guess -” He reached for the door knob, pulling the door open. He heard a faint shuffling as he stepped inside, turning around immediately to look at Michael, who just looked even more stunning because of the light shining on him from inside his house.

“Y - Yeah, me too!” Michael said quickly. They were silent again, and Jeremy wished for death quietly as he started go close the door.

“O - Okay, goodnight I gue – ” Before he could even finish his sentence, Michael’s foot appeared at the bottom of the door, keeping it from fully closing. Grabbing the door knob, Michael pulled the door open quickly, eyes wide and full of hope.

“Can I kiss you?!” He shouted, feeling his cheeks heat up again and oh my god he’s blushing so bad and Jeremy is staring he should have just left oh god –

“Yeah -” Jeremy squeaks out, his voice quieter than before. Michael jumps at the sound of it, but immediately steps closer to his tall friend - boyfriend? Oh well.

The two of them shuffle awkwardly before Michael just decides to grab onto his shirt and pull him down a bit, their lips hovering just above one another’s, their breaths mixing. Leaning forward quickly, he attempted to initiate the kiss, but their teeth flanked together and Michael’s glasses nearly jabbed Jeremy in the eye, causing him to pull away.

The two stared at each other, blinking, before Michael burst into laughter. Jeremy watched him, noticing the familiar little things like the crinkle near his eyes and the light shining in his eyes. Feeling better, he joined him quickly, feeling the previous tension melt from his shoulders.

“That - that was such a bad kiss,” Michael wheezed, resting his forehead against Jeremy’s shoulder as he laughed. Jeremy blushed, his laughter dying down shortly after that.

After Michael calmed down, the two sat there like that for a while before Jeremy spoke up again. “M - Maybe we should try again.”

Looking back up at him, Michael searched his eyes before softly saying, “Okay.”

Leaning down, Jeremy made sure to avoid his glasses and gently pressed his lips to Michael’s. Feeling his heart beat soar, he reached up and cupped Michael’s face, gently brushing his thumb against his cheek. The kids was sweet and soft and slow, but it was exactly what these boys had wanted for so long.

Pulling away, Michael gave Jeremy a blinding grin, his cheeks still a dark red.

“That was much better.”

Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl.

Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men – friends, coworkers, strangers – giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. I’d want to grab the poor guy by his lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesn’t really love chili dogs that much – no one loves chili dogs that much! And the Cool Girls are even more pathetic: They’re not even pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be. Oh, and if you’re not a Cool Girl, I beg you not to believe that your man doesn’t want the Cool Girl. It may be a slightly different version – maybe he’s a vegetarian, so Cool Girl loves seitan and is great with dogs; or maybe he’s a hipster artist, so Cool Girl is a tattooed, bespectacled nerd who loves comics. There are variations to the window dressing, but believe me, he wants Cool Girl, who is basically the girl who likes every fucking thing he likes and doesn’t ever complain. (How do you know you’re not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: “I like strong women.” If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because “I like strong women” is code for “I hate strong women.”)

—  Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl
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“Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl. Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl.”

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Nice weather.

Although the pollen is 2 inches thick, the temperature was so perfect all day long. I decided to go on a stroll and by the time I put on the outfit above and actually looked at it in the mirror, I was a bit skeptical. It was the perfect outfit for the kind of weather we were having, but… Idk.

I thought well maybe I just need a friend, so I texted Barry. A bit later we got together, he brought his camera too! We went to east Atlanta, we didn’t realize it was going to be so busy, lol. I was already feeling pretty self conscious, but somehow being there with Barry snapped me out of it and I just went into work mode. Barry said “lets shoot at the cross walk!” I didn’t hesitate and said “lets do it!”

There were several people sitting outside on the patios, enjoying the nice weather with their drinks and meals. Then here I come, feeling half naked up to the cross walk. People on the street, in their cars, walking by… I might as well have been the paid entertainment, lets just put it that way. So many eyes, all tuned in on me.

This is when I think to myself “Oh my gosh, here we go again. I’m going to have to slay it.”

I waited for the right away to cross the street, for what felt like an hour! Perfectly poised, in some ridiculous pose of course. Finally, it was my go! I looked at Barry, he had game face on, so I TURNED IT!!!.

I walked hard across the street, caught my hat in the wind flawlessly and everything. I even gave a little giggle while trying to keep the wind from blowing my skirt up to high, and it worked! I slayed that crosswalk, and I am not mad about it.

People stared, yes they did! But I didn’t care, I worked it!
…. And that is all.

Moral of the story?
I did not get to this point over night.
I did not emerge on the other side without my scars.
I did not get to where I am today without making mistakes.
I was not always able to shut out my fears.
I was not always able to call on a friend like Barry.
I was not always able to be successful in the things I am now.

There was a time in my life when I had nothing to live for.
There was time in my life when I didn’t love myself.
There was a time in my life when I had no hope.

But somehow along the way, I discovered hope. I learned how to love myself, I am learning how to love others. The people that I needed in my life showed up, I walked with them, I learned from them. I became one of them and each day I grow more confident. Things take time and experience to learn and understand!

Give yourself credit for where you are in life. Think about any and every single accomplishment you had today! EVERYTHING, from just brushing your teeth to creating a new cure! Give yourself credit, you deserve it! Take things one day at a time, they will get better as long as you never give up!

Xoxo
-Elliott Alexzander

Sink or Ship - Best Holmes (Jeremy Brett & David Burke/Jeremy Brett & Edward Hardwicke)

Look, this is my blog and if I say Brett’s the best, he’s the best. :P

We’ll start with the Hardwicke episodes, since he was on the show longer and is also the first of this show’s Watsons that I saw. Specifically, the first episode I watched of this series was The Musgrave Ritual, and it took me a grand total of five minutes to realize two things.  One, Brett deserves every ounce of praise he has ever gotten for this role holy crap. Two, Holmes and Watson are so fricking married.

They never stop nagging each other (Holmes doesn’t want to clean his room; Watson doesn’t want to be woken up after two hours of sleep), they have no concept of personal space (which I’d expect from Holmes, but Watson snatching Holmes’ tea cup from his mouth in The Second Stain is priceless), and again, like with Livanov and Solomin, they just have this LOOK.  Brett has all these tiny, subtle microexpressions and eye movements, and he uses 90% of them to stare at Watson like the sun revolves around him.  Which it might, for all Holmes knows.

(This was undoubtedly helped by the fact that Brett was great friends with Burke and particularly with Hardwicke, so of course they’re going to have fantastic chemistry whatever way you slice it.)

Another incident of note is this version’s adaptation of The Sign of the Four.  Unlike various other versions, this one does not end with Watson proposing to Mary Morstan.  I like this for two reasons.  One, there’s the obvious fact of which ship I tend to lean towards. And two, their love story just wasn’t very well done.  They only knew each other for a few days, most of which Watson spent with Holmes tracking down the treasure, and yet somehow that’s enough for them to decide they’ll be happy spending their entire lives together?  I don’t understand??????

That’s not to say Watson is not at all attracted to Mary—the way he looks at her, you can tell he thinks she’s pretty and that there’s potential for romance.  Actually, Watson seems to make a habit of commenting on the attractiveness of Holmes’ clients, but he never acts on any of it.  Maybe he’s already got someone he likes better?

Most of the above goes for Burke as well (though his nagging is a bit milder), but there’s also an added dimension to their relationship that seems to have unfortunately been left by the wayside in the later episodes.  Burke’s Watson almost seems to serve as a ‘translator’ for Holmes, smoothing over hurt feelings when Holmes is too gruff with a client and providing Holmes with gentle reminders on how to behave (e.g. in The Dancing Men when he whispers in his ear to ask a distraught murder witness to sit down before continuing her testimony).

And Watson’s so subtle about it, too.  He doesn’t get angry or apologize for Holmes or even scold him (barring the occasional warning look) for not being ‘normal.’  He just provides a quiet nudge in the right direction and lets Holmes take it from there, preserving his dignity while at the same time making his life and work a little easier.

And that, folks, unlike the whirlwind and baseless Watson/Morstan romance, is love.  Whether you interpret it as romantic or fraternal or whatever, you cannot possibly deny that these two men love one another deeply.

TL;DR If the first two series give us Holmes and Watson in their honeymoon period, the rest of the show features them as an Old Married Couple.

SINK OR SHIP?: Does enchantment pooouuuur out of ev’ry dooooor/no it’s juuusst on the street where you liiiiive

anonymous asked:

Wait if u have a lot of fics you want to read do u think u could rec some? I'm lost for what voltron fics to read and I want to start somewhere (I'm good for every ship but shidge honestly) thanks in advance!

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A large portion of it is gonna be Klance cause i haven’t really found any other ones that I thought were interesting. Even being a multishipper, you still can’t find good ones of other ships besides the most popular ;w;

I’m also gonna give you the ones I have read cause I don’t wanna give you a fic rec and have you go in blindly not knowing what to expect from one of the fics.

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Important (Minor) TRC PSA

Readers of Tsubasa RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE all most likely know that CLAMP put out new story and character guides about half a year ago. All-around fandom champion @eternal-bond has gradually released translations of most of the new character guide, while I’ve put out my own translation of one of the two new interviews with CLAMP here. (The translation for the second, longer, more important interview is an ongoing project, and I’m continually apologizing to @chibiyuuto for dragging my feet on it.)

Both the story and character guides have an interesting omission of information that personally changed the way I understood a major plot beat in TRC. Given that there’s ongoing confusion about this particular issue, I figured I’d share with everybody.  Tl;dr version: Feiwang Reed’s origins are an ongoing mystery. Clow Reed may not have created him at all, contrary to majority opinion among readers.

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  • Some guy: ur such a cool girl :-)
  • Me: Men always say that as the defining compliment, don’t they? She’s a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like she’s hosting the world’s biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I don’t mind, I’m the Cool Girl. Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe they’re fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men – friends, coworkers, strangers – giddy over these awful pretender women, and I’d want to sit these men down and calmly say, You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men who’d like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. I’d want to grab the poor guy by his lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesn’t really love chili dogs that much – no one loves chili dogs that much! And the Cool Girls are even more pathetic: They’re not even pretending to be the woman they want to be, they’re pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be. Oh, and if you’re not a Cool Girl, I beg you not to believe that your man doesn’t want the Cool Girl. It may be a slightly different version – maybe he’s a vegetarian, so Cool Girl loves seitan and is great with dogs; or maybe he’s a hipster artist, so Cool Girl is a tattooed, bespectacled nerd who loves comics. There are variations to the window dressing, but believe me, he wants Cool Girl, who is basically the girl who likes every fucking thing he likes and doesn’t ever complain. (How do you know you’re not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: “I like strong women.” If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because “I like strong women” is code for “I hate strong women.”)