someone is made for you

Okay honest talk guys.

One of the reasons I love love LOVE slow-burn Shance so much is because it works with their ages, even if Shiro is actually 25 or just 19 (he’s only 19 but his mind is older~).

“Why,” you ask, “if Shiro is 25 that means there’s a significant age difference and - ”

That doesn’t matter. Because I don’t see them getting together immediately, I see it the romance building ober the span of the years they fight together. I see Shiro starting out as a mentor and Lance having a huge hero crush on him but not doing anythinf about it. That is literally how it starts in canon, guys. Shiro is blinded into not seeing the full potential of his team by his time with the Galra and having a past with Keith and Pidge. Lance struggling to prove his worth to his hero. Shiro realizing over time that Lance is more than just a teammate, and Lance realizing that Shiro is not some untouchable star. They get close, they become friends, they become CLOSE friends. They keep fighting the Galra, they keep fighting this war they’ve been thrust into, and their bond deepens. And I’m not just speculating guys, unless Shiro or Lance go dark-side of the moon on Voltron, this is inevitable. Just look at AtlA.

And that’s just the buuld up. That’s just the CANON build up. That’s before my headcanon of slow burn comes into play at all.

And you know what? During all this, time is still flowing. They’re still getting older, Lance is maturing and becoming a well-rounded person. Same with Shiro. And with a slow burn romance, at that point it doesn’t matter the age difference because guess what? They’re both adults by this point.

“But there’s no telling how long the show is going to take - ”

Uh, actually, there is? The writers have already said that, by the end of season two, it’s been a few months. It’s not explicitly stated in show, but Lance’s hair has gotten longer, the team is able to use functions of their suit and castle without us seeing the training, and Hunk has obviously found the time to explore while looking for things to cook with. And they’re fighting in a WAR. Wars take time, especially against an entire empire that’s been in power for millenia. There’s no way they’re going to win in just a couple weeks. By the time the show ends, everyone will have aged a significant amount.

These guys will be fighting for a long, long while.

(Also? First episode, Lance gives the date. 5-11-14. By the end of season two, it’s been a few months. Even if, when they first all went into space, Lance was 16? His birthday has already passed. (He’s next to be announced and I’m placing everything I have on him being a Cancer.) He’s now 17. THERE ARE GOING TO BE 8 SEASONS TOTAL. Chances are, he’s gonna have another one. Maybe two. Maybe even THREE.)

So yeah, by the time the show ends their ages won’t matter. At all. I’ll wait over here and enjoy my slow burn while everyone else screams. Shance shippers, you are welcome to sit with me. I have Capri Sun.

The best part? The chances of Shance being the end-game for VLD are almost scary. If there wasn’t, there’s no reason for the tension between their characters. None. Fight me on this, I will defend this Hurricane Team forever.

anonymous asked:

I just wanna say, I'm so happy you're embracing your feelings towards Rebecca. It's just reached a whole other level of ridiculous now heh 😂😂😭😭.

this was probably the wrong (right?) time to send this message because i’ve been yelling about this theory all evening and….

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i inevitably lose a follower or two every time i do a thread / meme reply where illyana’s openly hostile abt av*ngers lmao. sorry illyana’s life was ruined by them?? sorry they tried to kill her and she’s still pissed about it?? she’s allowed to be angry and hostile and i’m not going to??? ignore that??? 

anonymous asked:

May I ask, what is a beta reader? I have some small fics written but I've never made someone else read them before publishing. Do you mean by beta someone like you (senpai) who has posted more and so? In which case I agree and would love to but I dont feel confident enough to approach any of you guys to just read my thing and so it ends on a viscious circle of embarrassment and not knowing if what I wrote is good enough and keeping it to myself instead of asking for opinions cause I'm shy

A beta reader is someone that reads over your story before you post it, to point out errors and inconsistencies and generally help you make sure that what you post is the best version possible. 

It’s like a proof reader but, ideally, goes a step beyond that. A good beta reader will not just fix your spelling and grammar mistakes but show you what scenes don’t stand up to the rest of the story, point out potential plotholes, say when dialogue seems a little stilted, generally just act as a giver of constructive criticism. Slightly humbling at times but they’ll help you grow as a writer, for sure. 

If you’ve never had one, I highly suggest trying to find one. It’s not always easy, but I know I have a personal bias towards reading fics that have been beta read over ones that haven’t just because it’s a sign that the person writing the fic has put a lot of effort in and generally that shows in the quality. Also it definitely doesn’t have to be another writer. In fact, some of the best beta readers are just people who are avid readers of fic!

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RPGs, or relentlessly persistent girls by cassandrha

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry to bother you, but do things really get better? I'm 16 right now and everything I know is sadness and exhaustion and anger and then I talk to my parents and they just complain about adult life... is it worth it to go on?

oh gosh, i promise, it’s worth waiting, buddy. i know there are a lot of people who say, oh it gets better. and it does in some ways, but what it really gets is different. the people who are angry and mean and horrible often stay that way. the people who cut you off or who flip you off or who piss you off often are the same people at 16 as at 26. 

i think i hated people telling me “it gets better” because what could get better about being a mentally ill queer cuban girl in a world that wanted to eat me. i got spat out. my writing isn’t published because i’ve been rejected so many times i don’t even notice anymore. i was told a few times “make it less obviously homosexual”. what is going to get better about that, i said to myself. the memory of it will never be a nice one.

things got different slowly. like i didn’t realize until i was far on the other side of it. i wasn’t kidding in that last post when i said today i read my writing at 15 and it was painfully obvious how depressed i was. i didn’t have a diagnosis. like you, all i knew was that i was exhausted and angry and sad all the time and when i talked about it, i was told “everyone feels that way sometimes.” i felt that way all the time. in this story, i don’t suddenly wake up after turning 18 and have a magical life where it is all bunnies and flowers and loving. it took me 3 years of trying before i finally managed to quit self-harm completely. my eating disorder and i are still not on speaking terms, luckily. i’m slowly getting a handle on my ocd. i didn’t realize that the biggest thing that was changing was me.

yeah. being out of the house made it easier. away from where people knew me as a certain person. being someone new or being who i was or being in a room full of people who didn’t care how gay i was. being in control made it better. finding real and true friends made it better. being able to make my own plans and choose my own story and do more than just wait until i was old enough to be taken seriously - it got better.

but honestly it’s me. i learned how to shake hands with depression, he and i are such good old buddies i sometimes see him before he’s even coming. and i’ve gotten so good at getting out of his embrace, because practice makes perfect, same as anything. and i’ve learned things about myself i had no idea about at 16. i didn’t even realize i’m funny. i had never been skinny dipping. my only kiss had been sort of an accident. there was a lot i cared about then that i don’t care about now, because in my new world outside of that, the people i surround myself with don’t care either. i’ve worn a dinosaur onesie pajama set to eight parties now when 19 year old me wouldn’t be seen without her makeup. i wear glasses in public even though i’m nervous they make me look like a bug. i have tattoos and new piercings and a bank account (and no money) and i have love. and i don’t mean with a partner, although i’m blessed enough to say i have that as well - i mean. i just found it. i taught myself how to look for it. i figured - listen, i’m here still, so i might as well, like, try to enjoy it. and it wasn’t overnight. it still goes away sometimes. but i love so much and so easily now. i laugh more because of it. i let myself love dogs and movies and silly things. and this love sort of … makes things better. because it reflects off of everything into you. like a mirror.

at sixteen… at sixteen i was very suicidal. i didn’t know that it applied to me, because i thought i was just annoying and lazy. looking back now i always pull a face at how obvious it was, and how close i got to walking myself into a grave. it was more than a close call. death, like, waved. i actually believed i wouldn’t make it past 18. what was the point? what was the point of anything? i think if i’d told myself then, “it gets better”, i would have laughed. “maybe for you!” i would have said, “you have money and a life and you’re not like this.” but it did get better. in inches. stick around to see it. stick around to see everything wonderful that’s waiting in the wings for you. that knows your name. a fate of beautiful moments that are small and precious, like butterflies landing on fingers or snowflakes on tongues, or just sitting with a good book during the rainfall. hell, stick around to write the book, because (trust me), if you believe in your art and yourself - it can be done.

stick around most of all because what gets better is you fall in love with yourself. the world doesn’t become suddenly sickeningly sweet, even if the people around you become better and you’re given more opportunity. that’s wonderful too but… what happens is that over time, the stuff they told you stops sticking. you realize that just because your nose is crooked it doesn’t even matter because it doesn’t stop you from being the best dang ping pong player in your family. you realize you have a family, even if they’re not blood. you realize you are your own family. and you learn to take care of yourself and yes, it gets ugly at times, but you manage. and inside of managing there’s all these wonderful successes like mac and cheese and getting the bills done and the smell of clean laundry and friends that make you laugh so hard you almost pee and an apartment with plants in every corner and a hairless cat in sweaters or a dog with a bowtie or both and watching movies and reading books and seeing art, all of which haven’t been created yet, and possibly you’re the one who makes them. and managing … managing doesn’t have to be big. sometimes it’s just making a small difference. and sometimes the person you make a difference to is yourself. and that’s amazing.

stick around because, trust me, somewhere in there, you meet your younger self in your dreams and you tell her - oh gosh, i promise, it’s worth waiting, buddy.

at this point im just abusing the star brush

hobi was wearing today the shoes jin got him for his birthday!

i just want to be the reason you smile

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Sehun blowing you kisses to wish you a good day ahead  (´。• ω •。`) ♡

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DO NOT THROW ANYTHING ON AN IDOL!!
It doesn’t matter if it’s just a stuffed animal, a banner or anything else. Do not throw anything on them. It’s understandable that you want them to find and play with your stuff but don’t aim at them. Throw them on stage when no one is around.
Chanyeol might have brushed it off today and acted all cute, but you don’t know what might happen in the future. Someone might get hurt so please stop aiming the idols/ throwing stuff on stage.