somehow i cannot get over this

okay but Ninoir where Adrien is absolutely CONVINCED that he CANNOT come out as Adrien Agreste and terrified of what his dad would think, but where it doesn’t matter what anyone thinks if Chat NOIR flirts with anything that moves, right? Ladybug doesn’t take him seriously anyway, and it’d be nice to … well. He’s fifteen, okay, he’d like to maybe get to kiss somebody eventually. And, like … STUFF. 

So Very Bisexual Chat Noir flirts with literally everyone he finds even REMOTELY attractive: Ladybug, Marinette, Alya, various akuma–hell, he could even flirt with NINO if he wanted, he realizes when the opportunity presents itself; what’s stopping him? Father will never know. He doesn’t even have to tell his friends. It’s safe. And it’s just a little harmless flirting, it’s not like it’s even that big a deal. 

(it is a very big deal. it is the HUGEST deal. ADRIEN IS NOT PREPARED FOR THE LEVEL OF DEAL IT IS ABOUT TO BE.)

So Chat Noir lays a line on Nino Lahiffe. 

And Nino Lahiffe, unlike all previous contenders, is sincerely and genuinely INTO IT. He gets this crooked grin on his face and leans into Chat’s space and is like “oh yeah? tell me more, tiger”. 

And Chat FUCKING PANICS and stammers all over himself and Nino kind of laughs a little and then it’s like “omg I’ve been CHALLENGED” and Chat just goes Full Fucking Tomcat and anyway basically the next two hours is a very long game of Gay Chicken but the people playing are actually super attracted to each other and also neither actually wants to stop and then wham bam Chat Noir suddenly has a boyfriend. 

Chat Noir has a boyfriend. Who he has to see every day in class. And sit next to. And be best friends with. And NOT BE BOYFRIEND-LY TO. 

… mistakes were made. 

“And bro, he is SO hot, I cannot even explain how hot he is unless you’ve seen him up close and personal, it’s ridiculous. And also he BLUSHES like a PEACH and is so easy to fluster and somehow that makes him EVEN HOTTER?” Nino rhapsodizes over lunch while Adrien nods along like a good and supportive and VERY PLATONIC friend, staring past Nino’s shoulder and internally sCREAMING the whole time. 

(aka the story of how Nino gets catnapped off the sidewalk literally fifteen seconds after school lets out and is like “not that I’m not into this but actually I had plans with my buddy Adrien this afternoon” and Chat is like “I’M SURE HE’LL UNDERSTAND”) 

Hate it or Love it: 50 quotes from MLK that white people can use besides ‘hate cannot drive out hate’

Every year around Martin Luther King Jr. Day everyone likes to drop an inspirational quote from Dr. King. Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was a multifaceted philosopher and an amazing orator with a plethora of accessible speeches, sermons and books; yet, somewhere along the way it seems as if a rule was created, restricting white people to one quote in particular:

Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.”

I don’t know the reason behind the restriction; perhaps because this is one of the better quotes to try to push the “I don’t see color; we’re one race – the human race” agenda. Or perhaps the darkness and the light can be used to represent black and white and thus play into the white savior movement. Whatever the reason may be! BlackHistoryDay.tumblr.com is here today to give you 50 quotes from Dr. King that I encourage you to keep in mind for your future references:

1. “No movement of essentially revolutionary quality can be neat and tidy.”

2. “The only answer that one can give to those who would question the readiness of the Negro for integration is that the standards of the Negro lag behind at times not because of an inherent inferiority, but because of the fact that segregation and discrimination do exist.” 

3. “There is no more torturous logic than to use the tragic effects of segregation as an argument for its continuation.”

4. “It is one of the ironies of history that in a nation founded on the principle that all men are created equal, we’re still arguing over whether the color of a man’s skin determines the content of his character.”

5. “There comes a time, my friends, when people get tired of being plunged across the abyss of humiliation, where they experience the bleakness of nagging despair. There comes a time when people get tired of being pushed out of the glittering sunlight of life’s July and left standing amid the piercing chill of an alpine November.”

6. “There are some things that we’ve got to learn to sacrifice for. And we’ve got to come to the point that we are determined not to accept a lot of things that we have been accepting in the past.” 

7. “We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality…”

8. “We must see now that the evils of racism, economic exploitation and militarism are all tied together… you can’t really get rid of one without getting rid of the others… the whole structure of American life must be changed. America is a hypocritical nation and [we] must put [our] own house in order.”

9. “What good is having the right to sit at a lunch counter if you can’t afford to buy a hamburger?” 

10. “Increasingly, by choice or by accident, this is the role our nation has taken, the role of those who make peaceful revolution impossible by refusing to give up the privileges and the pleasures that come from the immense profits of overseas investments.”

11. “If we will but make the right choice, we will be able to speed up the day, all over America and all over the world, when justice will roll down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream.”

12. “That the poor white has been put into this position, where through blindness and prejudice, he is forced to support his oppressors. And the only thing he has going for him is the false feeling that he’s superior because his skin is white—and can’t hardly eat and make his ends meet week in and week out.” 

13. “Through our scientific and technological developments we have lifted our heads to the skies, and yet our feet are still firmly planted in the muck of barbarism and racial hatred. Indeed this is America’s chief moral dilemma.”

14. “To keep a group of people confined to nasty slums and dirty hovels is not a State Right, but a State Wrong.”

15. “It may be true that morals cannot be legislated, but behavior can be regulated.”

16. “It may be true that laws and federal action cannot change bad internal attitudes, but they can control the external effects of those internal attitudes.”

17. “The law may not be able to make a man love me, but it can keep him from lynching me.”

18. “Even this nation came into being with a massive act of law breaking; for what implied more civil disobedience than the Boston tea party…there’s nothing new about law breaking.”

19. “God has brought us here for this hour to tell us to save America because our white brothers is carrying it more and more to destruction and damnation.”

20. “We’re called to do it so that means we can’t stop. This should make us more determined than ever before.”

21. “Now they always tell us to cool off and I know that when you get people cooling off too much they will end up in a deep freeze. They tell us to slow up and some of them even say that the Negros in Albany out to go home and be quiet because there’s a political campaign going on and you may help elect some particular candidate that shouldn’t be in office. Well I don’t know if you have an answer for them and I don‘t know if I have an absolute answer but I want to say to those who are telling us to stop merely because a political campaign is going on that this is a moral issue for us. We’re moving on towards freedom’s land. We cannot stop our legitimate aspirations for freedom merely because some immoral person will use this for his own political aggrandizements…”

22. “We worked in this very nation 2 centuries without wages. We made cotton king; we built our homes and the homes of our masters in the midst of injustice and exploitation. Yet out of a bottomless vitality we continue to grow and to live and if the inexpressible cruelties of slavery didn’t stop us, the opposition that we now face cannot stop us.”

23. “The absence of brutality and unregenerate evil is not the presence of justice.”

24. “As the nation passes from opposing extremist behavior to the deeper and more pervasive elements of equality, white america reaffirms its bonds to the status quo.”

25. “Whites, it must frankly be said, are not putting in a similar mass effort to reeducate themselves out of their racial ignorance.”

26. “It is an aspect of their sense of superiority that the white people of America believe they have so little to learn.”

27. “To find the origins of the Negro problem we must turn to the white man’s problem.”

28. “It seems to be a fact of life that human beings cannot continue to do wrong without eventually reaching out for some rationalization to clothe their acts in the garments of righteousness.”

29. “The greatest blasphemy of the whole ugly process was that the white man ended up making God his partner in the exploitation of the Negro.”

30. “Just as the ambivalence of white Americans grows out of their oppressor status, the predicament of Negro Americans grows out of their oppressed status.”

31. “Negroes have grown accustomed now to hearing unfeeling and insensitive whites say: ‘other immigrant groups such as the Irish, the Jews and the Italians started out with similar handicaps, and yet they made it. Why haven’t the Negroes done the same?’ These questioners refuse to see that the situation of other immigrant groups a hundred years ago and the situation of the Negro today cannot be usefully compared.”

32. “The Negro was crushed, battered and brutalized, but he never gave up. He proves again that life is stronger than death.”

33. “A riot is at bottom the language of the unheard. It is the desperate, suicidal cry of one who is so fed up with the powerlessness of his cave existence that he asserts that he would rather be dead than ignored.”

34. “What is needed today on the part of white America is a committed altruism which recognizes this truth.”

35. “True altruism is more than the capacity to pity; it is the capacity to empathize. Pity is feeling sorry for someone; empathy is feeling sorry with someone. Empathy is fellow feeling for the person in need— his pain, agony and burdens.” 

36. “I can never be who I ought to be until you are what you ought to be. This is the way our world is made.”

37. “True education helps us on the one hand to know truth, but more than that it helps us to love truth and sacrifice for it. It gives us not only knowledge, which is power, but wisdom, which is control.”

38. “If you can’t fly, run; if you can’t run, walk; if you can’t walk, crawl; but by all means keep moving.”

39. “We will move out of these mountains that have so often impeded our progress, the mountain of moral and ethical relativism, the mountain of practical materialism, the mountain of corroding hatred, bitterness and violence, and the mountain of racial segregation.”

40. “…Always have faith in the possibility of getting over to the Promised Land. Don’t become a pessimist and feel that we cannot get there; it is difficult sometimes, it is hard sometimes, but always have faith that the Promised Land can be achieved and that we can possess this land of brotherhood and peace and understanding.”

41. “An individual who is not concerned about his selfhood and his freedom is at that moment committing moral and spiritual suicide…”

42. “But I know, somehow, that only when it is dark enough can you see the stars.”

43. “There comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular but he must take it because conscience tells him it is right.”

44. “Many people fear nothing more terribly than to take a position which stands out sharply and clearly from the prevailing opinion.”

45. “Many sincere white people in the south privately oppose segregation and discrimination, but they are apprehensive lest they be publicly condemned.”

46. “’Do not conform’ is difficult advice in a generation when crowd pressures have unconsciously conditioned our minds and feet to move to the rhythmic drum beat of the status quo.”

47. “This tragic attempt to give moral sanction to an economically profitable system gave birth to the doctrine of white supremacy.”

48. “Unlike physical blindness that is usually inflicted upon individuals as a result of natural forces beyond their control, intellectual and moral blindness is a dilemma which man inflicts upon himself by his tragic misuse of freedom and his failure to use his mind to its fullest capacity.”

49. “Only through the bringing together of head and heart-intelligence and goodness shall man rise to a fulfillment of his true nature.”

50. “Nothing in all the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.”

Enjoy.

anonymous asked:

im new to seungchuchu is there any headcannons for them that u personally have or that are pretty widely accepted?? that would be super cool if u could share :">

oh boy you dont know how long ive been waiting for this [cracks knuckles]

- seunggil is the embodiment of the “[nudges boyfriend at 3 am] chad? wake up chad” meme, hes constantly waking phichit up in the middle of the night with weird epiphanies or completely bizarre questions. phichit, instead of telling him to go the fuck back to sleep, grabs his phone and they stay up another two hours researching the history of circumcision in ancient china.

- seunggil, as a korean person, takes great pride in his ability to eat spicy food. phichit, as a thai person, takes great pride in his ability to eat spicy food. the result is that they constantly engage in wordless competitions with each other, both refusing to back down until at least one of them ends up hospitalised.

- seunggil has a one-track mind and no concept of social decorum. this results in thought processes such as “phichit is cute –> i want to kiss him –> i will” which results in occasionally inappropriate public displays of affection (with seunggil being completely unaware as to its inappropriateness). similarly, if hes #thirsty, hes super blunt about it, tugging at phichits shirt and nuzzling against him until phichit caves.

- phichit loves korean drama, and constantly drags seunggil into watching them with him. seunggil eventually gets into it, and then somehow gets the idea that kdrama = phichits ideals of romance. not knowing any better, he does dumb cliche shit like pushing phichit against a wall and making out with him. phichit does not complain.

- of course, in korea, the kdrama on tv dont have subs on. so theyll cuddle on the couch and phichit will “dub over” with increasingly ridiculous lines. seunggil, who actually understands the dialogue, tries so hard every time not to laugh.

- phichit, being a southeast asian person, cannot stand the cold (as a southeast asian person i can verify this okay). whenever hes visiting seunggil in korea, he spends 90% of the time huddled under the covers with seunggil and his dog. in general hes also super clingy because body heat, seunggil, itll keep us warm, no wait dont go.

- conversely, seunggil is very much not okay with how damn hot thailand can get. phichit therefore makes it a point to be super clingy, only because of how much seunggil keeps muttering about how gross it is, ew, youre so sweaty, stop sticking to me. but they end up falling asleep curled around each other in patches of sunlight anyway.

- whenever theyre all out together, and seunggil does something nice for phichit, guanghong would tug on leo sleeve and say, very casually, “look at how nice phichits boyfriend treats him”. whenever leo does something cool for guanghong, phichit hums and says “wow, isn’t it great that guanghong has such a capable boyfriend”. leo and seunggil have a begrudging respect for each other.

- seunggil likes watching phichit apply his eyeliner. phichit likes taking seunggil through his morning routine. neither of them get bored of it, even though they do the same thing every morning and every night.

- whenever they want to frickle frack, they decide who tops and who bottoms by playing video games. sometimes (most times) when theyre too embarrassed to admit what they want (because #asians) they lose on purpose / let the other person win on the person. usually the other person is pretty damn aware of that too, but neither of them say anything (lol)

- phichit runs a livestream of his hamsters cage. seunggil keeps it open all the time, just in case phichit ever decides to pop in to check on them.

- phichit forces seunggil to watch the king and the skater with him. seunggil Suffers ™ through it. the day after, he presents phichit with a fourteen page paper on the anti-monarchy themes explored in the movie, a plan for a programme based off the characters’ routines, and a detailed analysis of each character. phichit has never been more in love.

- seunggil sleeps a lot. he loves to sleep. and he doesnt care where he sleeps, as long as he wakes up to phichit beside him.

- phichit loves taking pictures because you should always capture the moment before its gone, you know? but after a while the pictures he takes of seunggil grows less and less, because he realises this moment, its never going to go away. seunggil is never going away.

anonymous asked:

Can you write about Lumiere finding out that Plumette is preagnent?

He hasn’t seen her around for several hours—”no, you fool, it’s only been minutes,” says Cogsworth, but Lumiere knows he is wrong and it has actually been hours, because that’s what it feels like—and he is getting concerned.

“Is she hiding from me??” he asks Cogsworth. “Could I have done something to offend her????”

“It has been THREE MINUTES,” says Cogsworth.

“It has been days,” and Lumiere weeps, great messy tears spilling down his nose. Cogsworth would be concerned if he hadn’t also seen Lumiere dramatically crying over misplaced porcelain, a ball change that didn’t go as planned, and a puppet show Chip did once where it took more than two acts for the lovers to get together.

“Four minutes,” says Cogsworth.

“Perhaps I have not appeared devoted enough,” Lumiere worries. “Perhaps I am not good enough in bed!”

“THAT’S QUITE ENOUGH OF THAT—”

“Cogsworth, no, don’t go, let’s practice, perhaps I have grown weak with my seductions, you be Plumette and I’ll—”

“No no no no no no!” Cogsworth cannot run very fast, but he is somehow managing now.

“He’ll break a leg, going that quick,” observes Mrs. Potts.

“He may break every bone in his body,” says Lumiere, “and it will mean nothing if I do not reconcile with Plumette. I have not seen her in twenty five years—”

“IT HAS BEEN,” yells Cogsworth, from somewhere deep inside the castle, “A TOTAL OF FIVE MINUTES AND FOURTEEN SECONDS—”

“—and I shall die without her love to guide me.”

“You shall do what, mon trésor?”

“Plumette! Ah, Plumette, you are a vision.” And she is—flushed with excitement, her curls bouncing, feathers stuck in her hair as they are always, now. She keeps plucking them out, but they keep coming back in again. She doesn’t mind it, much, and Lumiere adores it.

“Mon amour, I have something I must tell you,” and she seems shy, and Lumiere worries he is going to set himself on fire with love of her. Mrs. Potts seems worried, too; she is reaching for a water bucket and glancing at the top of his head. He must be smoking again. Ah, well.

“What is it? Chérie, what is it?” Now Plumette is bouncing on her heels, and now she leans forward to whisper in his ears. He is going to be—she is whispering that he is going to be—Lumiere is going to be

“ON FIRE,” yells Mrs. Potts, “he’s finally done it, he’s on fire. Why on earth did you have to tell him in here, Plumette?! My lord, saint’s alive, Chip, fetch another bucket. Oh, lord, I’ve soaked your best coat, and the wig, oh, Lumiere, whatever shall I do with you—”

Lumiere doesn’t care what Mrs. Potts shall do with him. He is dripping wet, and his Plumette is a miracle, and he’s soon to be a father, and comme c’est beau! He is the luckiest man in the world.

It’s Sleepover Saturday, folks! My inbox is open for all discussions on BATB.

Sing more covers he said. So I did.

“Oh look, Jeongguk posted a new cover. He’s really good, huh?” Bogum told Tae as they deplaned from Jeju. Taehyung looked at him, confused, as Jeongguk has not mentioned anything about a cover before he left.

“What cover?”

Bogum showed him a video posted in the BTS YouTube Channel, the usual black screen with just Jeongguk’s vocals. A melodic ballad tune played and after a few bars, that signature voice came in.

Why can’t you hold me in the street
Why can’t I kiss you on the dance floor
I wish that we could be like that
‘cause I’ m yours

Taehyung scrolled the video to look at the title just to be sure but the first lines are a dead giveaway anyway.

Damn.

Secret Love Song by the Little Mix was a song they both chanced upon by accident. They heard a Korean cover of the song uploaded a few months back and Taehyung swore it was stuck in his head for quite a while. The song is bittersweet and catchy but most of all, it’s a sort of anthem for Taehyung and Jeongguk’s current life.

A secret love affair of stolen kisses, hidden intertwined hands, smitten glances, all mostly done in borrowed time.

Fans are quick to realize, fast on the uptake in every fancam video of them whispering, holding hands, getting lost in the small intimate world that they created that the management reminded them to be careful. They even resorted to directing them to stay away in videos, sit far apart in fan signs so as not taint their good bulletproof boys images. As if loving someone regardless of gender is a sin or smear that should be wiped away clean.

“Oh Kookie…”

Taehyung remembered that Jeongguk asked him if he can come home with him to Busan for a few days during their break.

“Sorry Kookie, I promised Bogum I’ll meet him when I get back to give him the items he asked me to buy. I need to come home to Daegu soon after to visit Grandma and the kids are waiting for me. How about after the last leg of the tour, yes? We’ll have another break then. ”

Jeongguk cannot win at poker with his lack of facial filter to hide his emotions. His face is too expressive. He tried to hold back this time, but his jaw clenching and his usual tongue-in-cheek quirk is showing.

“It’s okay Tae, I’m pretty sure you’re fed up with my face by now. Have fun in Jeju.” His phone started ringing and he nodded to excuse himself out curtly. It’s probably Yugyeom calling him out again to play.

“Gummy, I think I need to go.” Bogum nodded and clapped Taehyung in the back. He knows Taehyung’s relationship with Jeongguk and the song clearly says it all.

“I know. Let’s meet again sometime, ok? Have fun in the next leg!”

Taehyung walked fast and half ran as he saw Sejin-hyung waiting for him in the arrivals area.

“Hyung, is Jeongguk still at the dorm?” He asked as Sejin took his bag. They were walking towards the exit when sasaeng fans started screaming for Taehyung.

So they ran, fast, towards the van.

“Kookie was with Yoongi in his studio this morning. I know he asked for the 2nd to the last train sched to Busan for today. Brave kid, taking the train. I hope there are no sasaengs there.”

“Sejin-hyung! Let’s go to the studio! Hurry!”

Nodding, Sejin instructed the driver to go to the HQ and all Taehyung can think about is how much he hurt Jeongguk unintentionally.

“Kid’s not here anymore Taehyung. He left for Busan an hour ago.”

As expected, Yoongi is the only one left in the studio and no trace Jeongguk anywhere.

“I messed up hyung! I really hurt Kookie right?”

Yoongi’s head bounced up and down like he’s playing a tune in his head.

“Yep kid, big time. Jeon was crying when we finished and of course I kicked him.” Taehyung eyes grew wide in disbelief. “Kidding, i told him to suck it up and go home. Thing is, Taehyung, he’s enamored with you and I cannot blame you for being the social butterfly that you are but you do tend to leave him out. I know it’s a secret love affair and the world need not know what the truth is but be mindful of his feelings too. No one wants to be in a secret alone.”

Taehyung buried his face into his hands. Ah Taehyung how can you be so insensitive, he said to himself. Jeongukk deserves an apology and no phone call can cut it.

“Hyung can you..?”

Before he can even finish, Yoongi slid a piece of paper to him without even peeling his eyes off the screen of his computer.

Taehyung smiled and prepared to haul himself to Yoongi when the older male shot him an icy death stare, daring him to continue his plan of glomping him.

“Bring me Daegu food when you come back. I’m not going home. Now shoo, go away. Leave me be.”

“Thank you Hyung! I love youuu!”

“Urgh, c'mon, save that for Jeongguk. It’s just a train ticket, no need to profess your love me. Urgh, the shivers.”

Taehyung bowed at Yoongi and charged for the exit.

“Go get him tiger!”

It’s around 2am when Jeongguk arrived in his neighborhood in Busan. It’s late but somehow going straight to the park nearby his house sounded better to him that going home. He perched himself on a patch of grass, placed his bags and guitar beside him. Going home to Busan reminds Jeongguk that he’s just a kid with humble beginnings, with a simple house and cute dogs. Busan is childhood, his adolescent dream while Seoul is work, adulthood, music, fans and of course…

Seoul is connected to Taehyung.

Sigh.

Jeongguk shook his head at the idea of him crying in front of Yoongi after finishing the cover a while ago. He was just so jealous of Bogum and frustrated with Taehyung and their relationship. Why can the two of them go out while Jeongguk waits at home? How can they look so fucking perfect together that the management allows them to post it in Twitter while he can’t even post selcas with Taehyung without causing an uproar?

Why can’t they express love same way other people in love do?

Sighing again, he took out his guitar and looked around if here are anyone around. When the coast was clear, he strummed the chords of the song away.

We keep behind closed doors
Every time I see you, I die a little more
Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls
It’ll never be enough

He laughed at how this song fits him so much right now, it literally hurts. He was taken a back though when he heard a familiar baritone singing the next few bars.


Why can’t you hold me in the street?
Why can’t I kiss you on the dance floor?
I wish that it could be like that
Why can’t we be like that?
'Cause I’m yours

Taehyung sat beside him on the grass, their knees touching. They both look the same, hoodie, cap, black mask but underneathe faint night light, Jeongguk can see Taehyung’s eyes.

Pleading. Apologetic. Sincere.

“I’m so sorry Kookie… I shouldn’t have chosen Bogum over you. I’m really sorry.”

Jeongukk placed his guitar down and looked at Tae directly. He cannot get angry with those eyes on that face. He just can’t. Just like LANY said in ILYSB, I’m hella obsessed with your face and yeah, Taehyung’s face gives him that feeling. Somehow, the all that jealousy and frustration dissipated when Taehyung started peeling the mask off Jeongguk’s face. He cupped his hand on his cheek and Jeongguk sighed into it. Taehyung is Taehyung. Nothing else feels right when Taehyung is right there, smiling at him.

Everthing else, poof! Gone.
Out of the window.

“Kiss me then, if you’re so sorry.” Jeongguk haughtily said as he pulled the strings of Taehyung’s mask off his eyes, revealing his boxy grin. Oh lord, he is such a delight. Why was he angry again?

Taehyung kissed him slowly at first then fervently soon after. Kissing him felt the same as snuggling against him every night, holding his palm against his with their fingers intertwined.

Busan is Jeongguk’s childhood, Seoul is his work.

Taehyung is home.

“We’ll work this out, babe. We’ll get through this one day. Let’s keep this secret safe for now, okay? Don’t let go Kookie, I never will.”

With their foreheads touching, Jeongguk smiled and kissed Taehyung lightly once more.

“You have all my cards, Tae. I’m not going anywhere.”


Why can’t I say that I’m in love?
I wanna shout it from the rooftop
I wish that it could be like that
Why can’t we be like that?
'Cause I’m yours

They both know it will take a long time for them to be able to tell the whole world of their secret. They also know that some secrets are better kept unsaid. But they’ve built their own little world around each other, no secrets, no lies.

That, for now, should be enough.

—-

Timecheck:
3:15am PST.
Fuck i have a 9am meeting.
Idgaf I’ve been hurting for Taekook for the past few days, fite me. I need to let this shit out.

Not beta read, done in 2 hours.
Oh sleep cmon. Let’s go!

anonymous asked:

Why do people always joke abt Genji always needing healing? Sorry, mercy, my deflect doesn't last forever!

Because there’s a good number of people who play Genji, not even Genji mains usually, that think they’re tough shit and run out into the whole damn enemy team to try and fucking take them on. Then spam “I need healing” over and over again.

Not to mention, healers can ALWAYS see your health. It’s always there. Even when we’re not close enough to see the bar, your character silhouette changes color for us. If we DON’T see you and heal you asap, it’s because we’re either DEAD, healing someone a little more important (like a tank, other healer), or literally cannot get to you. 

As a Lucio it’s WORSE because somehow fucking no one knows how to play with a Lucio. If you got a Lucio on your team, don’t fucking touch the “I need healing” button. Please for the love of god just come to me I’m an area healer I’m literally always healing. I’m not gonna use my boost on anyone but me, the group as a whole, or the tank. Thank you.

If you spam “I need healing” I’m speed/damage boosting you to death.

Imagine kissing Oliver in the shower...

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

Couldn’t Tell You

There was really no other option for the first thing I do when I get to Hogwarts. I must sign up to quidditch. So that is what I did. 7 years ago I joined Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Coming from a pureblood family I knew all about magic- all I was ever interested in was quidditch. I joined the Gryffindor team in my second year- apparently they don’t take first years- and I’ve been on the team ever since. I take it pretty seriously, but not as serious as Oliver.

We all sit around the benches beneath the warm up tents. I look up at the beige tarp above our heads and listen as the ran patters down against it. There is something soothing about the rain; the way it falls, the sound it makes, the feel of the cold water against bare skin. “Okay everybody. Listen up.” my daydream ends as I hear the familiar rough Scottish accent that I would chose over the sound of rain. His short hair is already wet and his eyebrows are chatting as he put on his game face. “Today we play Slytherin. We cannot lose if we’re planning on getting that cup, which I’m sure we all are.” somehow I find the inner strength to look away from the lanky, handsome boy and look at our team. 

Neither Fred nor George are listening. Katie, Angelina and Alicia are all whispering behind their hands as they look at Wood admirably. And Harry, cute little Harry Potter, is watching the older boy with intent and purpose- I’m surprised he hasn’t got out a notebook and pen. “Y/l/n, are you listening?” I grin down at my lap as the thick, husky accent graces my hearing. 

“No Wood. No I’m not. But no one ever does. We’ve all heard your speech before. How about we just go out there. Play a good game… and win.” I stand, bash my broom end against the floor and raise my fist to the air. The Weasley twins cheer and rise from their seat. The corners of my lips turn up and I lock eye contact with Wood and raise a single eyebrow, “Let’s go.” I tell them all, finally looking away from Oliver’s hypnotizing brown eyes and turning to walk out of the tent- rain now pouring onto the thing sheets over our heads. 

I’m right behind little Harry, ready to brace the weather and team morale when a force pulls me back into the tent. I’m turned on the spot and make impact with a padded chest, “You know, I don’t appreciate it when you do that.” his lip involuntary curl upwards but he bites on it to maintain his ‘anger’.

“Perhaps you should invest in a more interesting speech.” my face slowly leans closer to his. My eyes dot from his lips to his eyes and as I’m millimeters away from a sweet, fresh, warm kiss I veer off and walk past him out of the tent.

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Maybe it was the weather. Maybe it was the lack of speech. Maybe it was Harry falling off his broom. But we lost. Everyone was pretty put out. Oliver especially. He didn’t stay around to give the 'Don’t worry. We’ll work harder next time’ speech. He went straight back up to the castle, sopping wet. Dirt dressed atop his whole uniform. 
I walked Harry back. I told how nothing was his fault, yet he still seemed to act like it was. When I walk into the Gryffindor common room it’s mostly full of qudditch players, the others are probably in the main eating leftover food from the feast. Fred, George, Alicia and Katie are huddled around the fire, shoving at each other to get the best source of heat. The others are trudging up the stairs to their bedroom and Oliver woof is sat at the deep lounger in the corner of the room. “Is he okay?” Harry asks. I can’t help but laugh really.
“You know Harry. I’m really not certain I can answer that question.” I watch his sympathetic eyes flash across Wood’s still dripping clothes, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of him. You go get cleaned up.” he smiles weakly and sloshes off to the showers. 
His head is hung low between his knees. His hands are molded into the crooks of his face. A pool of mud, water and anger like a moat around his chair. I sigh for my own amusement at his seriousness of the game. Game being the primary word. I walk myself to the rear of the chair and I lean over him slightly, “You know Oliver, it’s not healthy to mourn this way.” No reply. “Your life is not dictated by the loss and victories of qudditch.” still nothing. With a sly smirk I lean close into his ear and whisper, “Maybe I’ll just take a shower. Get all these dirty clothes off.” I quickly press a light, airy kiss on the lobe of his ear before speeding off to the showers.

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Two minutes. For two minutes I was alone in the showers. The male gender are so predictable. I drop my head back, allowing the warm, steaming water to fall down my muddy face and all the way down my body. I don’t move an inch as the cubicle door creaks and a body joins me. I feel his chilling aura against my skin, so I turn. 
His chocolate brown eyes lock onto mine. I tilt my head to one side and raise my eyebrows, “Over it?" 
"No.” he replies, smirking in his thick Scottish accent, “But this will fuel my hate fire.” he suddenly lurches forward, grabbing my neck as he presses his lips onto mine. I respond with ease by curling my arm around his neck, pulling him under the still flowing shower with me. 

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A short fic about Killian first coming home to Emma waiting in their bed, simply because I cannot get it out of my head. Rated G. 800 words.

For @starlessness who listened to me melt over these two.

Emma can sense him as he walks up to the house, as if somehow the sauntering of his footsteps matched the beats of her heart. It feels like a flooding of warmth in her chest, the way he enters the vicinity with her as his main destination. From her side of the bed, Emma cannot help but smile in relief, knowing that her love has made it home to her safe and sound. 

Her eyes fall shut, letting her other senses observe him as he makes his way to her. She first hears the front door open and close, the subsequent soft sounds of keys clattering on the front table and bootless feet padding up the stairs. The silence in the house makes it easy for her to hear him sigh, a soft sound that tells her he’s exhausted. 

The door to their bedroom opens and Emma smiles. She had shown him earlier in the day where their bedroom is, promising that if business with the Jolly took too long, she’d wait up for him. Truthfully, she did originally have intentions to make this a night they both would never forget, but the man staring at her in the doorway is two steps away from collapsing into a puddle of sleeping pirate. 

As tired as he looks, he still takes a moment to admire her from where he stands. After all, he would never want to forget this first, especially not with Emma Swan looking so beautiful in the moonlight as it bathes her from the window. 

“Someone’s sleepy,” she comments quietly. 

“Didn’t think that would take so long.” Exhaustion has grabbed hold of his accent, tugging on his articulation so that all his words slur together. “Sorry, love. I know you wanted a romantic evening.” 

Emma moves herself to sit at the foot of the bed, beckoning him to come over. He walks in slow steps, but soon finds himself in front of her. Her arms slide around his waist, head laying flat against his stomach. She feels the warmth of his returned embrace the second his arms are around her, his lips pressing a kiss to the top of her head. 

“We have the rest of our lives for romantic evenings. Go shower and come to bed.”

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mercenaryselena  asked:

Hello! I was wondering if you could do a retelling of the birth of Hermes and the fight he gets into with Apollo for stealing his cattle?

OK, so I put this up to a public vote and this myth was by far the most popular choice, so here we go. If people don’t want to read a myth about a mouthy child prodigy stealing his half-brother’s cows, then press J on your keyboard now as this is going to be a long post. More info under the Read More, as always!

The story starts, as all good stories should, with a woman giving birth in a cave. The woman in this instance is Maia, who is giving birth to Zeus’ baby, because approximately 70% of all babies in Greek mythology belong to Zeus. Once she’s popped the baby out, she’s like “well, it’s time for a nap. Hermes, watch over yourself” and then she’s out like a light and Hermes is left to stare at the walls or something.

After a few hours, Hermes gets really bored with living the baby lifestyle, and so he decides to absolutely subvert the infant hegemony by immediately learning how to walk. Like the freakish genius baby that he is, he escapes from his swaddling and toddles all the way down to Pieria, where he finds a whole field of cows. Immediately, he’s just like “sweet, I’ve always wanted a whole field of cows” and starts stealing them. Being a complete genius, he realises that he has to cover his tracks, so he finds a whole load of cow-sized boots that are presumably just lying all about the place in Ancient Greece, and he puts these boots on the cows and leads them away to a little town called Pylos. As soon as Hermes has left, Apollo saunters into the field where he keeps his favourite cows, and when he notices that they’re gone, he drops to his knees dramatically and cries “I will have my vengeance, in this life or… well, the same life, thank goodness for immortality!” and he sweeps away in a haze of sunlight and glory. 

Once he’s at Pylos, Hermes hides all the cows in the grotto, when his little tummy starts rumbling. Apparently forgetting the fact that he’s a newborn baby and absolutely should not be on solid foods at this point, he decides to slaughter two of the cows as a sacrifice, and then he cooks up the leftover meet with a little sage and probably some mixed herbs and a lovely red wine roux. While he’s waiting for the meat to cook, he finds an adorable little tortoise wandering around outside the cave, and immediately he’s like “awesome, time to continue my sociopathic spree of animal slaughter” and he kills the tortoise and cleans out the shell, stretching some of the cow hide and tendons across it, and bam, he’s invented the lyre. After playing a few prodigal ballads on his rad new instrument, he decides that he’s tired and it’s absolutely time for a little nap and maybe a burp or two, and so he waddles back home to Kyllene, where Maia, who is definitely not up for the mother of the year award, doesn’t even realise that he’s been missing and is covered in cow entrails.

Meanwhile, Apollo is doing some absolutely stellar detective work, probably whilst wearing his special detective hat, the one with the blue ribbon around the brim which brings out the cornflower hue of his eyes, because no-one steals Apollo’s cows and gets away with it. Seething with rage, he goes into the heart of the town of Pylos, and to the first woman he sees, he’s like “look, this is probably a really strange question, but have you by any chance seen a shitload of cows?” and the woman nods, briefly dumbstruck by Apollo’s jawline, and she says “this is probably a really strange answer, but I’m pretty sure I saw a baby leading a really well-organised line of cattle wearing shoes right through the heart of our fine town” and Apollo blinks and he’s like “shoes” and the woman says “yes, without socks” and Apollo says “a baby” and the woman nods and says “a human baby” and Apollo frowns and says “are you sure it was a baby and not just a tiny bald man?” and the woman shakes her head and says “it was definitely a baby, I don’t usually get confused between my infant son and my withered grandfather” and Apollo just sighs and says “well, that’s really thrown me for a loop, I have absolutely no idea who this nefarious baby could possibly be” and the woman is like “judging by your cheekbones, I would say that you’re probably a god, so why don’t you just use your whole divine science mojo and get it over and done with?” and then Apollo blinks, briefly denying the woman a glimpse of his azure gaze, and he’s like “that is the best idea I’ve ever heard from a woman, I will do just that”

and so, Apollo taps into his super special psychic abilities, and immediately he’s like “that goddamn little shit, I should’ve known it would be a devious child of Zeus that did this, honestly all of Zeus’ kids are just so terrible and badly behaved, he’s like a walking advertisement for vasectomies” and the woman is like “but aren’t you a child of Zeus?” and Apollo just pushes her to one side and he’s all “quiet, woman, I have a baby to physically overpower” and then he’s off to Kyllene to fuck an infant up.

At Kyllene, Hermes is sitting in his crib, being really adorable and cherubic and basically the epitome of everything a non-criminal baby should be, when Apollo bursts in, stark and handsome against the bright light outside the cave, and he’s like “arrest that baby! I have reason to believe he has partaken in a bovine conspiracy” and Maia is like “you are aware that he is literally three hours old?” and Apollo nods sagely and says “it’s a bitter pill to swallow but the worst kind of criminals start young, now hand that baby over and no-one gets hurt, except probably that baby” and then Hermes opens his little rosebud mouth and says “you’ve got the wrong man, Apollo, this is madness” and he smirks wryly and Maia’s mouth just falls open and she whispers “I’m getting Mensa on the phone right now” but Apollo ignores her and hisses “you won’t get away with this, Hermes, your one man crime spree is over” and Hermes just snorts and he’s like “dude, I’m a baby, you won’t convince a jury” and Apollo narrows his eyes and says “we’ll see about that, sunshine” and then Hermes just says “no, you’re sunshine” and then Apollo leaves to go and do the mature thing, which is to call their dad.

When Zeus arrives, Apollo is like “you have to do something, my incredibly recent half-brother has stolen all my favourite cows” and Zeus sighs and he’s all “can’t your mother fix it?” and Apollo is like “his mother isn’t the same as mine, dad, jeeze, I just said he was my half-brother” and Zeus blinks and he’s like “oh yes, of course, you’re my son. Haha, I totally knew that, son. Let’s go and sort this out, son” and Apollo is like “please stop calling me ‘son’, it’s weird” and Zeus is like “I agree, we will never speak of this again” and they go into the cave.

Immediately, Hermes just throws his little pudgy hands in the air and says “whatever Apollo says I did, I didn’t do it” and Zeus narrows his eyes and says “you’re both more verbose and defensive than the average baby, aren’t you?” and Hermes is like “what can I say, I got some traits from my dad” and then they make finger guns at each other and Apollo just starts banging his head against the cave wall and says really wearily “my cows, dad” and then Zeus clears his throat and tries to arrange his face into a serious expression and says “son, what’s all this about Apollo’s cows?” and Hermes is like “I didn’t steal them from under his nose and sacrifice some of them and turn one of them into a lyre and plectrum” and Apollo just shouts “I can’t believe what I’m hearing!” and Hermes scoffs and says “then fix your hearing, I just said I didn’t do it” and Zeus is like “you totally did it, didn’t you” and Hermes has the grace to look a bit bashful as well as proud and says “yeah, I may have very slightly done it” and Zeus beams and turns to Apollo and he’s like “are you kidding me? This absolutely fantastic baby of mine managed to steal your cows and invented an entire musical instrument! This is better than the time I stole a human male with the promise of cups” and Apollo just whimpers and Zeus sighs and he’s like “right, Hermes, let’s stop your brother’s bitching once and for all. Show me where you hid these cows” and Hermes whines “but daaaaad” and Zeus is like “no buts, I am putting my foot down and temporarily assuming the role of a father figure” and Apollo is like “you are literally our father” and Zeus says “for the next few hours, yes” and before Apollo can make a pithy rebuttal about parental responsibilities, Hermes is leading them to Pylos.

As soon as they get to Pylos, Apollo just runs over to his cows and starts hugging them, murmuring things like “don’t worry, papa’s here, no-one’s going to hurt you now” and Zeus looks at Hermes and says “he’s getting a bit Pasiphaë over this, isn’t he?” and Hermes is like “yeah, I’m starting to worry that he’s going to try and get revenge on me somehow” and Zeus takes him to one side and says “between you and me, son, I think you should apologise” and Hermes is like “I literally cannot do that, it goes against all my ethics as a spoilt brat, but I guess I could give him that sweet lyre I made from the flesh of his pets” and Zeus is like “that’s an excellent idea, son, we’ll make a diplomat of you yet”. So, Hermes goes over to Apollo and gives him the lyre, and says “no hard feelings, bro?” and Apollo just blinks and asks “what is that?” and Hermes is like “well, I tore the skin off your favourite cow and made it into this really beautiful instrument” and Apollo is about to start screaming when Hermes just holds up his hands and says “we can get into the ethics of that later, but first, here’s Wonderwall” and he starts playing a really haunting melody on this fantastic instrument, and when he’s finished, Apollo just blinks and says “I want it” and Hermes is like “if you promise to put this whole silly thing behind us, then it’s a deal” and Apollo is like “put what whole silly thing behind us?” and Hermes is about to clarify when he sees that Apollo is making a finger gun at him, and Hermes rolls his eyes and makes a finger gun back, and Apollo says “bro” and Hermes says “bro” and then Zeus is like “sons” and they all just hug it out in the beautiful scenic fields of Pylos.

And then, many months later, Zeus promotes Hermes to the role of his personal herald and messenger, because nothing says ‘employee of the month’ quite like juvenile petty theft.

My other retellings can be found here; my dedicated mythology blog is here; and my Mythology Mondays Facebook page is here. The latter two links also allow you to follow my progress in writing a whole actual book. Thrilling.

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guys. GUYS. just over a week here, && I’ve somehow managed to convince over 200 of you that my hannah is worth following. I’ve already had the most wonderful experience in this fandom, and I cannot get over just how wonderful all of you are. <33333 this bias list is going to be relatively short, but I just wanted to mention all the people who have made the experience here amazing thus far!! <3333

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anonymous asked:

how would Reborn even find out that Tsuna's chronically ill, would he put it together himself or just get slapped in the face with it?

if it’s on his medical records that reborn somehow got his hands on, that would probably do it. (again, probably illegal, please don’t do this at home.)

most of my, uh.. chatlog snippets have tsuna being pretty open about it (at least about the fatigue / some sort of invisible illness), but fibro is a lot more about the ‘all over pain’ too which i don’t think tsuna talks as much about. fatigue can be caused by quite a few things, like stress (have i said this in a previous post yet?? i cannot recall), so i’m rather thinking that reborn is aware of tsuna’s constant fatigue, lack of ambition / motivation / unwillingness to go out and maybe assumes tsuna’s just stressed or In His Teenage Phase, he just needs Motivation and A Bit Of Asskicking into gear and i’m sure it Does Help? a little? if nothing else, the activity and light exercise helps. ‘light’ exercise. haha.

at some point the topic would have to be brought up but i haven’t the know-how to say exactly how. if tsuna’s at all comfortable talking about it to a sudden stranger. maybe something like reborn getting nosy when tsuna refuses to go to school one day and nana doesn’t say anything about. that sounds like it’d be very exhausting for tsuna though. i don’t know what i’d be comfortable going with for The Big Reveal. if reborn has background knowledge of fibro or chronic pain / fatigue in general that would probably help. maybe being in a baby body low key aches all the time and he’s taking it out on other people, who knows.

either way way i would not want to put the onus on tsuna to do the explaining, i feel like he would just be Really Bad at that kind of thing given his experiences with teachers at school. maybe he says a little about it and reborn finds out the rest on his own?

does iemitsu know?? maybe?? does iemitsu think it’s a big deal? does he think feeding tsuna booze will help with his aches? iemitsu, stop, you terrible person.

reborn: why didn’t you tell me about your son’s illness?
iemitsu: his what?
reborn: his. illness. he. is. chronically. ill. does nono know this? we can’t have a boss that’s sick.
iemitsu: that’s rude, reborn. my son is perfectly fine.
tsuna: please don’t hug me, i’m extra achy today.
iemitsu: *gently grasping tsuna’s stiff shoulders instead* my absolutely adorable perfectly fine son
reborn: i suppose it’s a blessing tsuna didn’t turn out like you.

under the cut there are over 400 episode titles, lyrics & quotes that could be used as verse or para titles. i made this specifically for the indie community, but these could definitely work in group rps too ! also, i played around with some of the titles so that they’d make more sense if they were seen on the dash ! anyway, please like or reblog if this has assisted you.

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The internet at the new place isn’t working yet, so I’m mailing a letter like a primitive, which has led to me spending 30 minutes poring over different Google search results, to make sure I’m addressing the letter correctly. Because, like, some intuitive part of my brain cannot fathom that scrawling my mother’s name on an envelope and sticking a little picture of a waterfall to the top right corner is going to somehow get it to travel 7500 kilometers across the Atlantic ocean.

That society was mostly analog for a few thousand years is really friggin’ impressive, and I don’t appreciate it enough.

Almost got caught at Dollar General.

So I was at DG to get some Starbucks coffee drinks, pizza rolls, hot pockets and candy bars and basically my nerves were all over the place bc I’m sick and my sister was in the car and rushing me and I even dropped one of my drinks and had to get the lady to clean it up. Basically I was just nervy AF and wanted to get out asap so I could go to the grocery store. Well I didn’t buy anything BC I didn’t have my card on me but just figured, whatever, they’re always lax af and I’ve walked out with no prob plenty of times. I should’ve known something was up when the lady kept waiting by the door (I literally just read a post about this being a warning sign last night) but being anxious as hell to just get it over with I still headed towards the door. And what do you know? She stopped me and asked me where all the stuff went. At this point I honestly felt like I kinda left my body, it just didn’t feel real that I was being stopped. I lied and told her I left it in the trash bag aisle where I dropped my drink bc I realized I forgot my card. She asked to see my purse. I said no, but offered to walk with her to the aisle. She told me to just leave the store and not come back. So feeling instantly relieved, I headed out. Then she decides to stand in the doorway hollering about if I show back up she’s calling the cops and she’s all “I know you have stuff in your goddamn purse, lady” so I get aggravated and, still, walking to my car, flip her off over my shoulder. And you know what she does? The bitch runs up behind me and goes “you know what I can do!!” And tries yanking my purse from behind me. So on instinct I turned around and decked her in the face. We wound up fighting on the ground and my sister had to break it up but to make a long story short, I got away. Well my sister frequently shops there (and steals there too) so after she dropped me off she went back up there to talk to the lady (who is apparently assistant manager) and ensure she wasn’t calling the cops. Apparently being fucking anxious as hell I slipped up and concealed in the wrong aisle and was on camera (she showed my sister, but the woman didn’t know this when she stopped me) but she wasn’t pressing charges. But apparently I fucked her up bad. Like, her glasses are broke and apparently her car got dented (idk how, I guess she was parked next to us) and she’s cut up or something. And apparently she was crying. Honestly, I feel bad, BC I was in the wrong for stealing, but SHE was the one standing in the store shouting insults at me. SHE ran up on me AFTER telling me I was okay to go. And she broke the strap on my purse when she yanked it. I won’t apologize for defending myself.

But regardless the fact is I could have been in deep shit tonight. I didn’t go to the grocery store. I don’t think this will keep me from lifting at all but it was definitely a slap to the face and brought me back to reality. I have been way way way too cocky. I keep thinking it will never happen to me. Even when confronted with her I remember thinking “I’m not fixing to go to jail” but I CANNOT get away with everything. I WILL eventually go down if I don’t start being careful. My eating disorder led me to that store tonight to steal food, and I have got to fight it somehow, because that desperation is going to fuck me over big time.

Guys, please be careful. You never know when you’ll be caught. I’ve gone to that store for almost a year. I’ve stolen hundreds of dollars worth of shit from the mall. And yet I could’ve gone down for some fucking pizza rolls. Please don’t be stupid.

anywayimnikki  asked:

OK but what are your thoughts on the cliche "young single daddy Akaashi whose kiddo Shouyou goes to the elementary where Bokuto-sensei JUST started working" AU (whooptidoo guess who get together by the end of it) because I am writing this but I cannot for the life of me find the motivation to somehow string this idea it into actual sentences

I am here for all ur single dad Akaashi motivation needs 

just think. you get to write all the scenes. with bokuto losing his shit. over Shouyou’s hot dad. you provided the chance for me to draw this so i tOOK IT

In universe reference for anyone questioning about what’s happening in my videos/headcanons.
Created by myself and spectregeneral66

Ticci Toby (The Berserk) -
I strongly believe his full name to be Tobias Erin Rogers. However, there is no relevance in that/won’t come up in the videos. Just wanted to mention it. I take almost everything Kastoway has said about Toby to heart. He’s already laid out the groundwork. Suffering from Tourette’s, a stutter, voices in his head and CIP. Currently he’s 22 (Kastoway said he was 19/20 in 2013), however I don’t believe age matters or that he knows how old he is. Since he is dead (See Kastoway’s original story), he may not show physical indications of aging. Basically, he is a zombie. This is a big part of how he holds himself now. Before his death he couldn’t feel pain, now he can’t feel pain, and can’t die, most likely he can also heal at exceptional rates. Theoretically, Toby is an unstoppable force, and he likes it. He has no recollection of his past (Minus a few blurs and such) and so he has nothing to weigh him down. He is a paranormal entity who doesn’t abide by our realms rules, therefore there would be no legal ramifications. He somehow gets caught, he can teleport out, or The Boss (slenderman), can most likely call him back. I like to think of Toby having very limited control over whatever powers he was granted as a result of the enslavement. I’d imagine he cannot use them against Slender in anyway. Also, if Toby(or any of the others) were to defy Slender, the consequences are unthinkable. The methods to keep them in line can range from loud, painful noises in their heads, to forcing them into stasis(coma-like sleep). They enter this stasis in between missions anyway. Stasis is full of nightmares and visions of Slender’s realm, they are kept in check through fear. Toby, however, is very loyal. Due to accepting that this was his future and there was no escape, he continued to do whatever it takes to complete his missions. This backfires a lot of the time because he over estimates the situation.

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someone (who i’m pretty sure was @thethespacecoyote ) made a post a while back about mettaton somehow getting stuck out of his body and blooky stepping up to be the stronger cousin for a while and I. literally. cannot. stop thinking about it???

like i’ve p. much always headcanoned that metta was way more shy and insecure when he was a ghost anyway and imagine how upset he would be to be forced back into that form and just picture timid little napstablook immediately slipping into protective mode over their cousin and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAA-

Overeating vs Binge Eating

(my thoughts)
Over eating is when you are full and you go back for seconds anyways. Overeating is exactly that, eating past the point of fullness and exceeding the healthy calorie limit in a day.
Binge eating. Binge eating. It’s addicting. To go numb for 20 minutes and just eat and eat and eat and eat. To where you cry because your stomach is in so much pain. You can’t get food in your mouth fast enough. The fullness in your stomach somehow fills the empty hole you feel in your chest. That feeling that although no one may love you, food will always be there with open arms. You’re addicted to something you literally cannot live without. That, is binge eating.