sorry i'm not sorry this is all i seem to post recently

imo, jungkook seems like the type of person who will not be forced to do things. i think there have been a number of instances whereby he has said “no” to being told to do something bc he doesn’t want to do it. 

just take the recent bv behind the scenes as an e.g., jinmin wanted jjj (jin-jimin-jungkook) to play the “throw their shoe as far as possible” game to see who would go into the sea. but jungkook was adamant on not playing it. in fact, i’m not even sure how many times he said “no” to his hyungs regarding it. he just does. not. want.

there was also this bangtan bomb in which jungkook was saying how he knows that fans don’t really like his fashion sense aka baggy pants?

do you guys see? “but i like baggy pants”

i’m not saying he doesn’t care for the fans’ opinions. but it’s more like… he seems like someone who wouldn’t go so far as to please someone. he likes what he likes, he dislikes what he dislikes.

in fact, he has said it himself that he isn’t one to bother about what other people say. and i find to be really important actually.

which brings me to mY NEXT POINT.

this honestly makes all the jikook moments (not saying that other ship moments are not genuine, i’m only talking about jikook bc i am well… a jikook shipper sO) more believable to me. it doesn’t necessarily mean that there aren’t any fanservice involved when it comes to their moments. but i can say that at least 97% of their moments are genuine. 

let me just bring up the fact that jungkook does not like sharing his clothes. bUT WELL HEY, who do we always see him sharing clothes with? [eye emoji]

or how jungkook is always complaining about how slow jimin is and it drives him crazy, but yET [drum rolls] he is always the one who waits for him and ends up walking together with him.

- during bv1, when everyone was waiting for jimin outside the hotel so jk turned around to look for him back in the hotel

- during bv2, when jm and jk were the last 2 to leave the plane together 

- you know what? jUST THE MANY (and i mean m a n y) INSTANCES WHERE WE SEE JK AND JM BEING THE LAST TWO TO WALK TOGETHER (I’m too lazy to screenshot I’m sorry)

- in fact, jimin himself has ever asked the qn during one of the bangtan bombs:

yea jimin…. i wonder why.

(let’s not forget that this goes both ways. the iconic: pjm waited for hours for jjk to finish his shoot)

lastly, how transparent jungkook actually is with his feelings (at least to me, he is a pretty transparent person)

Originally posted by jiminiemini

yea okay.. whats that smile for kook?

Originally posted by spankpjm

^ iconic!!! but never forget how HAPPY he was when jimin entered his room a second time bc he thought jimin wasn’t gonna come back again and was actually disappointed

Originally posted by blvampyre

^another important moment!!! did he really have to back hug jimin and close his eyes in a crowded place full of idols and mind you, they were actually taking a group photo. he should be posing or something but no, that isn’t his priority. his priority was embracing jimin and just… enjoying the moment. even if for just a short while.

also lbr, even if a moment was “fanservice”, does it make the moment any less…important? bc back to my first point - jk wouldn’t do something he doesn’t want/like to do

so if a moment is fanservice, i doubt jk would Do It if he actually doesn’t want to do it. 

like the 21cg choreo. it was found out thru a fansign that both jk & jm choreographed the jikook parts together. see, this is a fanservice moment BUT it is also something that they both mutually discussed it together, that they want to do together.

also back up a little, this does not mean jungkook does not respect other people’s opinion/feelings. he does. i think we have seen many instances, not just with jimin but the other hyungs too, whereby he knows his boundaries and when to stop.

one familiar e.g., when jimin lost his phone during bv1 and they wanted to do a hidden camera but jk was the first to end it and give the phone back to jimin.

honestly…i don’t know what this whole post is for. it’s just word vomit and i guess i just wanted to say how much i love jikook? and how i appreciate every little moment between them. whether it may be big or small.

tl;dr jungkook does What He Wants

(btw, these are all just my opinions and thoughts. not everyone will fully agree with me ^^)

anonymous asked:

I'm so sorry for bothering you but I am so afraid. I feel like i've set myself up for a major disappointment with Jonsa. With the leaks being accurate and Jon leaving Winterfell so soon meaning no interaction with Sansa after episode 2, an onslaught of attacks and even that recent pic of a cold af Sansa (she should at least be a bit emotional) etc. i feel as if I Probably was delusional or misinterpreting. You're someone i admire and all, so can ya help out a fellow depressed shipper?

Going to say this real quick, before my answer, if anyone has anything to add I highly suggest and support you do! 

*Disclaimer: While I do have proof in what I have voiced here, it is an opinion of sorts, or a suggestion/thought/implication, meaning I could be entirely wrong. Please do not take this as evidence that Jonsa will happen, because we don’t know what will happen. I don’t want y’all to get your hopes up because of meta such as this. However, thank you for reading and getting excited alongside me!*

Hey anon, you’re definitely not bothering me and don’t feel bad (Get ready, because this is long as hell). I think we all set ourselves up for disappointment for hoping a relationship as great as Jon and Sansa might come true. I myself and still coming to terms with it, because it wasn’t an accident, I feel like D&D purposely did this and it’s only getting worse this season- and it’s only the first episode. We have Soap and Drama directors looking at these scene’s in both confusion and understanding because it does come across romantic. 

And honestly, while a great deal of spoilers were correct, the context was completely wrong. We only have scenes, not dialog and what truly happens. We were told Jon would embarrass and yell at Sansa in front of the Lords and that would only drive them apart, but you know what we got instead? A small argument and immediately thereafter Sansa praising Jon for being a great King, telling him he is the furthest from Joffrey (look at @kitten1618x post about heir conversation and what it means, that should help sooth you)  she has ever met (Her first romantic option was an arsehole, all of them are, and they’re supposed to be knights- well guess who is there beside her right now that is ‘brave, gentle, and strong’, the furthest from Joffrey- he’s being compared to her last love interest. You don’t do that to brothers, sorry). 

When he tries to keep his distance from her she grabs is hand, again, and they focus on it like in season six. That’s not a coincidence. While Jon is still having a hard time trusting her, we can see Sansa reaching out and trying to help him despite that. And then there’s the distance he keeps from her, refusing to look at her, not wanting to touch her, the look he gives her when she does touch him and hold onto him? He looks both nervous and concerned- kind of scared or sick. 

I have a simple response to that. Jon’s already in love with her (Refer to this meta for a better introduction to that and how it works, lmao). Last season we saw him trying to dissect her, figure her out, and on the last episode it all seems to crash down on him. 

Originally posted by greengableslover

Originally posted by daughterofwinterfell

Sansa is not only the girl who left her tower, per say, she’s fighting to get it back. She is both aggressive, head strong, but intelligent. She also keeps her skirts/silks (lmao, this is important because he wanted his last lover in a dress just like hers), both Stark colored and Tully, and we have Blackfish compare her to Cat while many compare Jon to Ned- both in looks and attitude- we know Jon likes softer woman who keep their strength alongside them, and that’s exactly what she’s become, ‘lovely, lonely, lethal’ and has the appearance he is most attracted to. So this season he’s suddenly cold towards her despite wanting to protect her last season, claiming he wouldn’t let anyone touch her again, he fucking promised and asked Mel not to bring him back if he failed, because that meant Sansa would be dead and he broke his promise to her. 

That’s the intentions of a knight, a man who wishes to protect his princess and keep her from harm. They went through so much together already, their heated arguments, returning to Winterfell, sharing each other’s emotions while still learning who they are to each other? 

You’re (D&D) telling me after all that he’s cold towards her because she gave her opinion just like everyone else? Not wanting her advice or to touch her, while she is warm and welcoming and finally comfortable around the one man who has treated her with care? 

He’s guilty. 

Not only that but the comparison’s between Jon/Sansa and Cat/Ned have gotten so ridiculously apparent even pure show watchers are questioning what is happening. Not only is her hair much like her mothers, and the color scheme is the exact same between the four, it’s after an argument. Cat and Ned fight over Bran’s age and Sansa and Jon fight over him listening to her (both topics also revolve around a child and his/her maturity)- Ned is literally refusing Cat’s argument in that scene just as Jon is with Sansa. 

Then they show she is also coming across much like Cersei, the juxtaposition between that couple (Jaime/Cersei) and Jon and Sansa happens in the same scene, side by side, and they talk about one another. 

It isn’t a coincidence either that Jon is revealed as her cousin after he kisses her, an intimate moment between the two, it only sets up a great and angsty romance. Because we know but they don’t. (I would also like to mention, in the books, when Stannis asks Jon to take Winterfell and marry Val- he thinks about it, he thinks of having children with this woman, of sharing Winterfell with her, and there is a moment where her hair looks silver- but he denies her for Sansa- because Winterfell belongs to her)

And when he dies in the books, his last thought is of Sansa just like Ned’s was of Cat. Both constantly thought of their sisters (Lyanna/Arya) and how much they missed them and loved them- but when their last moment came their last thought was dedicated to someone else: Cat and Sansa. I truly think we are being led to think of them as a couple, because Sansa went from this:

Originally posted by soapieturner

to this

Originally posted by lyannas-loves

She’s harsher in the first, despite their words finally coming to fruition, and now Sansa is softening towards him.

I think Jon is already entangled in her, but now it’s her turn, and until she figures it all out we’re going to be left stuck in the middle waiting. If and when Jon and D@ny hook up it’s not going to last, that I promise. They are nothing alike, their values are so different now days, and when people call them ice and fire they’re completely and utterly wrong. Because Jon is that, he’s both, which makes him leveled. But D@ny/Dragons, they’re only one, fire, which is never good; take a look at the WW. They’re only one, ice. do you see them doing any good? Nope, nada. 

So just keep that in mind this season. Even if we were wrong we’re not delusional. I promise. If you want more information book-wise and show-wise I suggest reading meta, especially blindspot’s. 

But I’m going to tell you this, canon is not everything, D&D have the ability to ruin all that we want even if they give it to us. So I suggest you just read some wonderful fic, because right now, we’re reigning in that department! 

(Again, if you have anything to add, do it! Let’s make this a stream!)

Also, don’t forget this:

Originally posted by dreamofspring

Originally posted by patchface

and THIS

(He’s just as aggressive I might add, watch the video, they make the same face- Ned put up with LF until he insinuated something gross about Cat, so I can only imagine what LF said about Sansa, because I can’t see him getting angry for any other reason, for Jon to react that way)

Also wanted to add while GRRM isn’t against cliche he has already admitted that Targaryen’s were the reason for their own downfall, and that the incest they fumbled with is exactly why. You can take that as you will. Because as he said, incest was the fall of the Targaryen line- why have the last two get together if that’s the case?

anonymous asked:

Can you do the panthom thieves first kiss with their s/o? thanks i love your stories they're really cute and well written

This request is really cute and well written, I live for this stuff. *_* Thank you so much for liking my stories, and I hope you like what I’ve come up with!


  • Akira will lock eyes with S/O, his onyx eyes glistening with longing and anticipation. 
  • The he’ll lean closer to them, his tepid breath only fueling the scarlet incandescence of S/O’s face.
  • His smooth fingertips gently caress their cheek to brush their hair behind their ear, and his lips ghost over the cartilage as he whispers with a sultry cadence, “Strictly Hard Bean is a grade given to coffee grown at a high altitude of 4,500 feet above sea level.”
  • lookin dead joker
  • Needless to say, Akira would tease them a few times until he becomes impatient.
  • He definitely initiates the kiss, but only at a time where S/O least expects it.
  • They were probably doing the most mundane thing in the world like writing in their journal or brushing their when he called their name.
  • When S/O turned toward the direction of his voice, his lips were there to greet them.
  • S/O bashfully shifts their gaze away from him. “Took you long enough…”
  • “Haha, sorry,” Akira chuckled as he twiddled a lock of raven hair between his fingers, a peachy haze permeating the apples of his cheeks. he’s playful but shy
  • He’ll claim that he simply wanted to be spontaneous, but he actually kissed S/O because he adored how peaceful and content they seemed.


  • Ryuji would probably initiate because he tends to be impulsive, but he’s moderately nervous about it since he doesn’t want to screw it up.
  • He knows dwelling on it is only going to exacerbate his hesitation, so he assimilates all of his courage while he’s on a date with S/O.
  • Every time he’s about to try, he stops himself and blushes just from thinking about it. idek how s/o hasn’t kissed him at this point
  • As a result, Ryuji basically shuts his brain off to allow his instinct to take over. team instinct
  • The first sentence he says is, “Look at the size of that effin’ bird!”
  • Of course, S/O glances around the area in confusion because the two of them are indoors.
  • Ryuji kisses them as soon as they turn around to question him, and his eyelids are squeezed so tightly that he nearly faints when he opens them again. although he was feeling faint to begin with
  • S/O’s eyes are widened and they’re delicately touching their lips with their fingertips, a rosy dust on their cheeks.
  • Ryuji thinks they look so adorable and his mind switch is still of when he blurts, “I think I’m in love.”
  • He’ll mentally facepalm himself into the perpetual ether and stutter, “I-I mean, uh… thank you? N-no, wait-”
  • S/O sweetly kisses him, and most of his embarrassment melts away.
  • That is, until they smugly reply, “You’re welcome.”


  • This instance is a toss-up; Ann is typically straightforward, but whenever she’s around S/O, she’ll timidly fidget with her pigtails with butterflies fluttering about in her stomach.
  • However, when she feels she’s ready, she’ll wait for the opportune moment.
  • Apparently that moment was when S/O was relentlessly teasing Ann about doing nothing except for laying on the bed while playing games and eating sweets. literally me
  • “Are all those sweets making you stick to the bed?” S/O jested, sitting on the floor adjacent to the bed since wrappers accommodated the space surrounding Ann.
  • “Babe… it’s too hot outside,” she complained, a lollipop situated in her mouth.
  • “You haven’t even been outside to know that.”
  • “I totally have! You were there, remember?”
  • S/O squinted their eyes. “…You only got your mail.”
  • Ann glimpsed up at them from her portable console and winked. “But I still went outside!” can i marry you
  • “That’s it, I’m going to carry you,” S/O proclaimed, promptly standing up and attempting to clutch Ann’s shoulders.
  • Ann cast aside her console and grasped their wrists as she declared, “I won’t let you!”
  • S/O eventually gave up since the two of them erupted into a fit of giggles, and once the laughter had dissipated, Ann peered at S/O from under her eyelashes, her cyan scrutiny alternating between their eyes and their lips.
  • The couple is thinking the same thing, and both pairs of lips press together simultaneously.
  • Consequently, the two spend the rest of the day peeling wrappers off of each other. they keep flinging them at each other smh what children
  • jk i want this


  • Yusuke has absolutely no qualms, he just plants one on S/O when he feels like it. he’s clueless but he knows what he wants
  • However, he’ll more than likely ask for permission first since he’s a gentleman.
  • While painting in his dorm, Yusuke catches S/O staring at him with their chin propped up by their hand, a contented expression of admiration blanketing their face.
  • They immediately get flustered as they pivot their head away from his shrewd gape, and they’re so endearing that he simply can’t help himself.
  • Yusuke glides over to the table S/O is seated at and crouches down to tenderly grasp their chin, coaxing them to meet his steely orbs.
  • He’ll stroke their cheek with his thumb and quietly implore with a low inflection, “May I?” 
  • S/O is too starstruck to speak, so they respond by affirmatively nodding to him.
  • Yusuke’s kiss is so slow, fragile, and barely-there; yet the passion and emotion was exceedingly conspicuous, even without physical contact.
  • He’s immediately inspired, and he kisses them once more to express his gratitude.
  • Although, Yusuke can’t seem to stop peppering S/O with kisses, which elicits a flurry of mirthful giggles from them. he loves kisses now


  • Makoto finds it easy to converse with S/O but when romance is involved, she’ll become very bashful. so cute omg
  • She’s more inclined to take the lead since she views the situation from a tactical standpoint, pondering over what methods she should utilize, the proper romantic setting, etc. makoto it’s a kiss not battleship
  • Moreover, Makoto simply feels more comfortable and in control with a plan of action, so she invites S/O over to her house for dinner, eager to finally kiss them.
  • S/O arrives early to assist Makoto with the preparations, and she nearly abandoned the plan in favor of kissing them on the spot.
  • Alas, she manifested some self-control and proceeded cooking with them, chatting about recent events or snickering as they exchanged inside jokes.
  • Makoto almost burned the food because she was having so much fun, and the couple shortly seated themselves at the table to commence the meal.
  • However, prior to being seated, Makoto noticed a small dollop of dressing on S/O’s lips from their previous taste-testing, and she finally succumbed to her impulse.
  • “C-can I… um…”
  • She hurriedly pressed her lips against theirs; however she lingered for a moment before departing, the sweetness of the kiss somehow offsetting the savory sauce.
  • Dazed, Makoto blinked a few times before processing her impromptu action, and she flushed a shade that was approximate to the ruby irises that now glistened with embarrassment.
  • “I am so sorry…! That was very rash of me. Th-the um, sauce turned out well, though.” i’m in love
  • S/O smiled fondly at her. “Yeah, it did.”


  • Futaba received her first kiss, and she was caught completely off guard.
  • She was perfectly content with occasional cuddling and hugging, but she wanted to attempt kissing at least once.
  • However, due to her social ineptitude, Futaba can’t seem to recognize S/O’s hints and cues. s/o doesn’t mind tho
  • One day, her and S/O were perched on her bed, playing multiple rounds of goldfish. Naturally, Futaba won almost every single time.
  • “Hehe, another victory for me.” 
  • S/O sighed in defeat. “How are you so good at this?”
  • Futaba shrugged. “Talent?” she offered as she smugly adjusted her glasses. “You know, Sojiro was the one that taught me how to play goldfish. We used to play all the time, and he’d win every single match. I remember being so mad that I didn’t speak to him for the rest of the day.”
  • S/O smiled as they shuffled the cards. “I can only imagine how Sojiro reacted.”
  • “He kept apologizing while I stormed off to my room, and when I opened the door after a few hours, there were two plates of curry with a can of pop. Oh, let me deal!”
  • S/O relinquished the deck to Futaba and watched intently as she dealt. “That was nice of him.”
  • “Yeah, he’s pretty cool for an old man. Anyway, let’s get this round kickin’!”
  • It was during this round that S/O had finally caught Futaba in the act of cheating as she craned her neck to uncover their hand.
  • Swiftly, S/O swooped up to plant a kiss on her lips, and Futaba’s face was as red as her hair when they abruptly parted from her.
  • “S-S/O…”
  • In turn, S/O became embarrassed and shyly rubbed the nape of their neck. “S-sorry.”
  • “No, I… it was nice.” Futaba smiled and kissed their cheek. s/o has stopped working


  • Haru is usually hyper-aware of her demeanor and behavior due to her upbringing. 
  • However, she’s the one to initiate because S/O’s presence is quite cathartic and liberating to Haru, thus enabling her to be more spontaneous.
  • All it took was a thoughtful gesture from S/O.
  • Haru invited them to her house for tea one Sunday at noon, but she became slightly disheartened since they were running rather late.
  • She dejectedly shrugged it off, assuming that they forgot. no one could forget you stop that
  • Despite that, Haru dashed to the door as soon as the sound of the doorbell echoed throughout her house, her mauve eyes twinkling with hope.
  • When she opened the door, she was struck speechless; S/O was guiltily standing there with a beautiful assortment of flowers nestled in their hands.
  • “I am so so sorry that I’m late, the flower shop had a problem with my order so I had to wait a little bit but I know that’s no excuse-”
  • S/O’s rapid rambling was interrupted by Haru’s lips colliding with their own, and although the impact was sudden, the kiss remained soft and affectionate. the kiss of life
  • Haru slowly retracted from them, wearing an apologetic smile and a blush as pink as her sweater. “I-I’m sorry for the sudden, um… thank you for the flowers, that was very kind of you. Please, come in, and… S/O?”
  • Meanwhile, S/O felt their grip on consciousness weaken considerably from being kissed by an angel.

anonymous asked:

(rape tw) Can you explain why you don't think HIV+ people have a moral responsibility to tell potential partners their status, if that is indeed your position? I understand that if they have an undetectable viral load and they practice safer sex, the risk of transmission is very low, but it still exists, no? I'm just trying to understand. I have HPV and I feel guilty for not telling the man who raped me beforehand, and that's not even a potentially fatal illness, just an inconvenience. (1/2)

(2/2) I want to support HIV+ people and not make their lives harder, but I’m having a really hard time with this perspective from an ethical standpoint.

(anon sorry, i answered this but forgot it in my drafts)

anon, i’m not really sure where this is coming from since i haven’t posted about this in a while [since this came in before my other post got resurrected] but i’ll try to explain (and forgive me, this got so damn long but i’m quite swamped lately and have no time to edit)

i don’t think i’ve said that there’s no responsibility to disclose, and i wonder what made you think i did, but the main point i want to get across is that it doesn’t really matter what i think about the morality of nondisclosure in any given situation — what matters is whether i think it should be a serious crime. this is a separate question because the law isn’t about morality, in this case it should be about public health.

and these laws are a resounding failure from a public health perspective, especially since as written they penalize testing and usually completely fail to take into account the risk level of the activity (including condom use) or even whether transmission actually occurred (even when the charge is “criminal transmission”!). these laws were born out of stigma, not science or real ethics. but you don’t have to take my word for it; this is the accepted position among HIV/AIDS and sexual health advocacy organizations, and even the CDC is recommending that they be reviewed. i really recommend reading what these organizations have to say about it. from a quick search UNAIDS’s policy brief (pdf) seems pretty good and clear but there is much more out there.

i’m so sorry about what happened to you and i want to know that you’re not at fault at all. no rape survivor is at fault for their rape or for the consequences of the rape for the rapist. he chose to do that to you, and he accepted the risks that came with that. that is entirely on him!

i think a major problem with the debate about disclosure is that, as the UNAIDS brief says, it “places […] responsibility for HIV prevention exclusively on those already living with HIV and dilutes the public health message of shared responsibility for sexual health between sexual partners.” this applies to other STIs as well. we all have to take responsibility for our own sexual health, at least when it comes to acts we consented to.

even if it may seem to make sense on a moral level, placing the entire responsibility on people who know they’re positive for HIV or any other infection just doesn’t work. there will always be people who don’t know their status or can’t know their status for sure because they were exposed too recently. these people can’t disclose, yet if they are HIV+ they pose a much greater transmission risk than people who know they’re positive because they can’t possibly be accessing treatment, because transmission risk is highest in the acute infection stage when they’ve first contracted HIV, and because they’re less likely to be taking the additional safer sex precautions that they’d take if they knew.

there is still a profound stigma against people living with HIV and other STIs. when we’re influenced by this stigma, we’re likely to focus on finding someone to blame for transmission (or even the possibility of transmission). when we reject the stigma, we can focus on effective methods of prevention which involve helping everyone accurately judge their risk level and make informed choices to protect themselves.

you mention that safer sex with someone with an undetectable viral load is very low-risk (so low-risk, in fact, that i don’t think there’s ever been a documented case of transmission under these circumstances) but that any risk is too much. it’s fine if you feel that way; you set your own boundaries. but sex with someone who doesn’t know their status is much riskier. so is it morally permissible not to disclose to your partners that you don’t know your status? and should not disclosing that be a crime?

i don’t think most people think so, or they haven’t thought about it. to a lot of people, not knowing their status is normal, because their sexual choices are governed by assumptions: they assume that they are negative, for HIV, HSV, etc., and they assume that everyone they have sex with is negative, unless they say otherwise. they assume this partly because of lack of education, and partly because of stigma. we think of people with STIs as dirty, reckless, less than virtuous. we don’t want to think of ourselves or the people we’re intimate with that way. but of course, people with STIs are not those things — having an STI is an entirely morally neutral characteristic of a person. and these assumptions about ourselves and others aren’t sound. they are actually an obstacle to STI prevention.

so these debates trouble me because they obscure the fact that the best practice for everyone is to get tested regularly, disclose what you know about your status (including whether you know it!), and ask about your partner’s status, making it clear that it’s safe for them to be honest. and when we place all responsibility on people who know they’re positive, we validate our assumptions that everyone is negative, but we have to challenge those assumptions if we want to protect ourselves and each other. we have to acknowledge that when we decide to have sex based on the assumption that our partner must be negative, we are taking a risk. even in a world where everyone who knows they’re positive disclosed — and i believe most do — this would be a risk.

the sooner we can accept this and reject stigma, the sooner we can take steps toward more honest and open communication in our sexual lives and make healthy, fully informed choices, the sooner we can stop the spread of HIV.

Fate, Luck, and Love

Prompt:  Sometimes you need a little bit of scheming to make two people fall in love. Soulmate AU.

Pairing: Oak x reader

A/N: Day 7. It’s been real guys. Thanks for all the support and love. I appreciate all of you.

Fate had the responsibility to weave lives together and make sure that separated souls would find their way back to each other. However, there was one limitation: she couldn’t intervene with their lives, no matter how much she wanted to. Time had to run its course.


She’d never seen two unfortunate souls such as theirs. Perhaps it was her nurturing side– they were her very first pair of souls she matched after all – but she couldn’t help but dote on the two. They were perfect for each other. Her: outspoken and strong-willed. Him: kind and witty. But for whatever reason, they had yet to find each other.


She solemnly watched as centuries passed, mourning the times where they were so close but yet so far.


The first time they met, she was slaughtered by his people. He was an explorer of sorts, sent to discover new land and resources. She happened to be in the clearing they found, dressed in clothes they’ve never seen. She panicked, screamed obscenities in her language and as she turned to escape and tell her people of their arrival, one of his men fired a bullet from their weapons and killed her.


The next time they met, she was a servant. His wife, a jealous woman, who took notice of his partiality towards her, had her sold to a different home.


The third time they met, he was a politician. James Madison was his name, if she remembered correctly. The poor girl was too shy to confess her love to him and so he married a wealthy socialite instead. He prospered in his career while she admired him from afar.


The fourth time they met, it was almost the happy ending Fate wanted. She was a nurse and he was a soldier. They met at a bar, married, and just as she was to give birth to their son, he was killed in a battle across the sea.


The most recent time they met, their love was taboo. She never understood why it was wrong for two men to love each other. Fate was unhappy that after their short affair; they moved on and lived the rest of their lives, married to women that they did not love.


Fate frowned.


Perhaps it was time to visit Fortuna and Venus.


Present Day

Oak watched, impressed, as a woman zoomed past him and continued to weave through the crowd on her skateboard.

“Oh fuck!” she screeched when a woman in front of her decided to stop and bend down to tie her shoe.

She jumped off her skateboard, avoiding the imminent collision with the woman, but couldn’t seem to gather her balance from the sudden change in momentum. She stumbled, falling to the ground, but prevented herself from falling face first by sticking out her hands to catch herself. Unfortunately, her cup of coffee was crushed in the process.

Oak, frustrated that none of the people who passed by her bothered to check on her, quickly rushed to her side. “Hey, that was quite a fall. Are you alright?”

To his surprise, she jumped up to her feet, wiped away the dirt on her jeans, and ran to stop her skateboard from rolling down the street.

The woman who was tying her shoes spun to give the girl a glare. “Hey watch where you’re going, will you?”

“Who fucking decides to suddenly tie their shoe in the middle of the sidewalk anyways?” she replies venomously, stepping forward to the woman.

“Maybe a normal person?!”

Oak stood in between the two women. “Alright, alright, cut it out,” he says, “you guys are causing a commotion.”

The older woman harrumphed, mumbling something under her breath, but then turned to leave. Oak sighed in relief and turned to the fuming girl behind him. She shook a fist at the woman walking away and he couldn’t help but laugh. What kind of person in this day and age did that gesture anymore?

“Oh damn it,” she cursed once she’d gotten a good look at her squashed coffee cup, “happy fucking Monday to me.”

“Are you okay?” Oak asked tentatively, not too sure if he made the best decision to approach her. She seemed…crazy.

“I – sorry,” she mumbled, relaxing when she saw the look on his face, “I haven’t had the best morning.”

“It’s alright,” he replied, “we all have those days.”

She smiled. “I feel like I have more of these type of days than the good days.”

Oak liked her smile; it softened her features and made her seem less intimidating. “Well I hope today gets better for you,” he said sincerely.

Her smile got bigger and for some strange reason, Oak couldn’t seem to make himself leave. She was definitely cute, albeit odd and foul-mouthed, but there was something about her that made him feel like he’d met her before. Perhaps she was a friend of Anthony’s or Jasmine’s? She seemed like she would know them.

“My name is Y/N, by the way,” she said, tucking her skateboard under her armpit before she stuck her hand out for him to shake.

He laughed and took her hand. “My name is Oak.”

“Oak? Like the tree? Is it because you’re huge or something?” she blurted out as she looked at his crotch.

Oak stifled a laugh. “What?”

She yanked her hand out of his hold and slapped it over her mouth. “I, fuck, I’m sorry. Did I say that out loud? I just meant that you looked big,” she blushed, “like, tall. You’re tall… and I swear I’m not a pervert.”

Oak threw his head back and laughed, amused. “I mean, you’re not wrong.”

She let out a squeak and, if it was possible, turned redder. “I didn’t mean it like that – “

“Relax, Y/N,” Oak interrupted her, “I knew what you meant. I was just teasing you.”

“Have we met before?” she asked after a moment of silence.

So she felt it too.

Normally, he didn’t approach strangers, let alone have a conversation with them. But with her, the conversation came easy, as if they’ve known each other for centuries. It was peculiar, but he couldn’t ignore the connection he felt with her.

Oak looked up at the sky when he felt a droplet of rain hit his nose. “I know this is kind of crazy, but do you want to get some coffee with me?”

A smile slowly spreads across Y/N’s face. “I’d love to,” she replies, “and I think you’re right… My day is definitely turning out to be a good one.”

Fate looked up at a flash of lightning that streaked across the sky. The loud boom of thunder that followed made her wince.

Uh oh, He was mad.


She, along with Fortuna and Venus, had just broken a cardinal rule.


Fate laid the plans for them to meet.


Fortuna made sure that it happened.


Venus made sure that the attraction was there.


“I really like this place,” Fortuna hummed, blowing a kiss at a man who stopped walking to stare at her beauty, “we should come down and visit more.”


Another bolt of thunder, this one much louder than the last, cut through their conversation.


“Alright, that’s our cue,” Fate sighs, “maybe Venus can convince Him for a lesser punishment.”


She ignored Venus’s haughty reply and turned to look at the couple, smiling when she saw them running down the street to avoid the rain.


She had a feeling that this time, the two would finally have the happy ending they deserved.

Otayuri HC (Stainless Steel)

Yuri and Otabek are making a name for a name for themselves as figure ice skaters. They’re rivals in competitions and friends out of the ice rink, both of them are doing their own competitive career simply great, but the one who’s living what it seems to be his best skating season is Otabek: he gets the best scores of his life and so much inspirations that makes him improve more and more. Yuri laughed at him when Otabek said once, this is almost too perfect. Maybe something bad is gonna happen sooner or later.

“It sounds like a cheap slavic soap operas that my grandpa used to watch: your evil twin with mustaches is gonna steal your gold. Come on!
Be a fucking realist, Beka.”

“You’re right. I’m probably exaggerating.”


Maybe it was just a sad coincidence, but his sensations was just right.
That day, when Otabek was just riding his bike on the road that brings to Medeu, an almost deadly accident changes his life forever.

When he wakes up in the hospital, he realize almost immediately that something was very wrong with him. He ignored the fake cheerful cries of his mother and sister, and just get straight to lift his head: he was right. He was damn right on everything.

Yura, I hate to say it but I was right.

"Äke! Call the nurse, call someone!”
“Don’t look, Zhanym…!”

Life just gives and takes. But if it is so…then, why it didn’t take it all?

He lost his left leg from the knee and his right arm  from the elbow.

Why am I survived?

Otabek was a simple kind of guy. Words like “trauma onset OCD, PTSD” and “psychological rejection of getting synthetic body parts” sounds so stranges to him. If he have to describe how he feel, and how it feels, he can just say “I don’t want to do see anyone or do anything than waiting. Waiting until everything’s done. Maybe if I stop eating it could speed up the process, who knows?”

“I mean, what’s the whole point? I can’t be the hero of my country anymore.
“I can’t be a friend and a rival for Yura anymore.”
“I can’t ride my bike anymore, feel the wind through my hair.”
“Or bring my way too lazy sister out for a run anymore.”
“Or be myself, not anymore.”


He was not surprised when a few weeks later, Yuri rushed to his home in Almaty even though he was in the middle od the skating season.
He was his friend, but unlike the friends who quietly respect Otabek’s desire to be in solitude for a while, Yuri was different. Of course he didn’t accept to let him alone in a situation like that. But that go away, just let me die alone from his friend’s closed room door was the drop that spilled the cup.

Kick after kick, Yuri Plisetsky forced that door open, and Otabek Altin will never thank him enough for doing that.

“Get the fuck up, Altin.”

“Of course you can, asshole. You just can’t stand up properly.”

“That’s right. See? Even if I’m not holding you… hey, don’t fall. Got ya.
See? You just need to learn how to. What’s with that "let me die” bullshit? I dare you to say that again to me.“

”… No, I… I don’t know why is this happen to you.“

"No, don’t cry please”

“I- Yes. I’m standing here.”

“That’s fucking right. You will make it. I know you can do it.I’m gonna do my best for you in the skating season. Just- promise that you’re gonna did the same. That you gonna stand up for me. And for you.”

Life gives and life takes. But it left me at least my life, and a friend who’s gonna break all the doors I could use for hiding from all this.

Now I understand why.

“…I guess we have a deal, Plisetsky.”

He and his big mouth.

It was HARD, but as he promised he just sweats his ass out for manage how to balance himself and make his prosthetics leg and arm work more than good.
Of course, Yuri was always at his side. Not like in person, because he promised to Otabek to gave his best, but everytime he have a short week end or few free days from his goddamn hard training schedule, he just fly to Kazakhstan for spend some time together.

In the end of the skating season Yuri gets gold, and Otabek asked to his therapist if he can still ride bikes. Yuri couldn’t help but chuckle at it.

“Seriously? That’s basically the reason why you’re-”

“I can’t help it.”

“If you say so. What did he said?”

“How about some definitely more safe ice-skating?”


“That’s what he said.”

“Ah. Well, how do you feel about it?”

“About me skating?”


“In Medeu, where everybody can watch me? Hell, no.”

“…If the problem is assholes who could stare at you, how about a place where you can just skate in peace, away from fuckers?”

It wasn’t the first time that Otabek visited Hasetsu. Even if the place gaves him painful memories about the days of the person that he used to be, he didn’t make any protest when Yuri proposed to him to spend his vacations together, with a trip to Japan. They ate Katsudon, dives in the hot springs, laugh on stupid things like Victor’s forehead, like in their latest trips. The only thing missing was the visit to the Ice Castle.

“So, are we doing this?”

“Yeah. ”

“Sure you don’t prefer a ride on a bike? We can rent one.”

“Don’t tempt me, Plisetsky.”

“I was just kidding, idiot.”

His first time again on the ice gives tears to both of them.
Otabek glides slowly on the cold smooth surface, feeling alive again. Of course he falls at a certain point, but Yuri’s arms wrapped around him tightly, so it didn’t hurt that much. He left out a sob at the sensation.

“It hurts so damn good. Yuri, damn. Not you too. Don’t cry.”

“If you just lift that fucking iron knee from my crotch- maybe I stop!”

Two days later, they discovered that the  Nishigori Triplets recorded “the thing” and posted it online. Old habits die hard, I guess, that’s what their parents says to them when they saw the video. You both looks cute!

Yuri was sure that the worst was yet to come since the video became VIRAL since it was the first appearance of Otabek on the ice after almost an year. Contrary to his predictions, Otabek wasn’t that pissed about the video. Actually, it made happen a very interesting thing.

Otabek gets a mail from a kazakh guy named Timur Niyazov.

Timur was a student of biomechanical medicine that he recently lost his brother Bulat for a bone cancer. Bulat wanted to become a figure skater, but because of his illness he gets one leg amputated, but Timur promised to create for him a sperimental prosthetic for make him skating. However, Bulat’s illness started to grew and spread again in all his body, and he died before Timur could finished the prosthetic. He was at the point of gave up to his project, until he saw Otabek’s video at the Ice Castle. Timur noticed that he have a very great balance on the ice, even if he was just wearing a regular skate to the end of his prosthetic leg, and he wondered if Otabek wanted to be part of a project that is not gonna be just an appreciation to Bulat’s memory, but also a great change in the life of many aspiring skaters or people who’s just like Otabek.

Otabek answered yes to him.
But before sending the text, he asked to Yuri to give him a pinch.

“You just pinched my iron elbow?”
“I’m being funny. It’s humor, Altin!”

Since Timur was graduating in S.Petersburg, Otabek moved to Russia.
And honestly, he didn’t have idea that it could be so damn painful.
Timur was a genius. His plan was making an hell of a job with him.
The three of them starts to work VERY hard: Otabek standing the pain of few tests for make his body match perfectly the high-tech supports, Timur that was just sweat his ass out for his creation, and Yuri who was just moral support, like the awesome something that he is.

“Something” because at some point, Otabek couldn’t say what Yuri was for him anymore. He wasn’t obligated to make Otabek to stay at his place for the time he was in Russia, but he did it. He wasn’t suppose to be hold Otabek’s hand anytime the neurologic exam tests was so painful to bring Otabek to tears, but Otabek couldn’t recall an exam where Yuri didn’t hold his hand tight. Suddenly, weeks becomes months in a very short time, and he just realized that their cohabitation had reached  nearly 5 months.

One night after they come back home, he tried to get things moving.

“That girl was just looking at you in that way, Yura.”

Yuri seemed to get caught off guard.

“I’m sorry?”

“I’m just saying that you probably didn’t realize that you still don’t noticed obvious things. That girl in the Pub who asked you that ridiculous question… She wanted just to strike up a conversation.”

“…Oh yeah? I barely noticed.”

“You’re 21, ya know.”

“Who cares. By the way, she wasn’t anything special”

“Beauty is not the only virtue.”

“And I said who cares. Can you just drop it?”

“What I wanted to say is- until I stay here in your apartment you will never get the change of bring girls here since you don’t have any privacy. That’s okay with you?”

Yuri replied with a bitter blank look, like he was almost hurt by his words.

He doesn’t know how it turned out to be a bad fight with screaming and insults, most (all) of them was from Yuri. It’s not your fucking business, I don’t need any fucking advice from you, and you can just fucking leave. They doesn’t realized who said that first since both of them get so carried away with their words and feelings that they just end up to screaming to each other almost the same stupid thing.

“It’s not like I don’t want you to leave because I love you or something!”
“It’s not like I want to leave because I love you or something-”

The room turned so quiet that they could hear the soft buzz of the kitchen light.

“…The hell you just said-”

“I’m saying that I’m in love with you.”


“Leaving was never my intention. Neither give you bros advices about chicks. I just wanted to make sure about you feelings.”

“You didn’t know that I was aware of you all this time?”

“I wasn’t entirely sure.”

“Now you’re sure. Hey, do me a favor.”


Yuri suddenly got closer, closing the gap between them, placing his hands softly on Otabek’s chest. For a moment he dropped his head, bewildered. But the moment he raised it up again he looked to Otabek so vulnerable, his expression open, and searching. As if he had as thousand things to say, to question, but in the end he asked just one, feeling almost ridiculous for suddenly using that so low and suggestive tone even with a spreading blush that he felt on his cheeks.

“Tell me what you’re gonna do about that.”

Otabek Altin was a man who like simple things. But it turned out that Yuri Plisetsky, despite his so extra attitude, was just the same as him.

Kisses who becomes more and more enraged and desperate, undressing each other piece by piece like the fires of desire was consuming  not just their fears but also their clothes, making love with forehead pressed together, declaring how much they wanted this and cared for each other from like a lifetime.

They’re that kind of guys.

Timur’s university graduation came up few weeks later.

Part of his graduation thesis was the prosthetics he made for Otabek, and of course it was a great success. It seems that and american team wanted him to work on a massive project, and of course he accepted.
Timur’s has great plans for his future, and so Otabek.

He revails them to Yuri when they was just cuddling in their bed.



“Let’s make a promise.”

Otabek explains to him that, when they was together in the competitions, both of them just gave their best because that’s what the life of a skater is. After the accident he couldn’t skate anymore, and it just felt like the possibility of living was denied to him.

Of course, Timur made skating possible again, but the one who gives him a motivation for living again was Yuri. Otabek started living again because of himm and gets to the point that he was again craving for competitions.

Of  course he will never compete against Yuri or other skaters like Yuri, but he can still compete with skaters like him. His new goal now is starting a new sport that could give the chance to skaters like him to compete again.

“You’re just saying to me that you want to…”

“Become the first paralympic ice skater in the world, and manage to get Ice Skating a paralympic discipline. Since I’m still young.”

“You’re really something, Beka.”

“It’s all because of you, Yura. I want you to make you proud of me.”

“I’m already proud of you.”

“Well, maybe more proud of me?”

“Okay, but that was quite impossibile.”

“Well, I’m good with impossibile things.”

“Well, why don’t you try to ask me again how I feel about marriage?

Life just gives and takes, and even if so many years are just passed I still don’t get it how it works, or if things happens for a reason or not.

My husband just says that life sucks, and when it gives you lemons instead of making lemonade you can just threw them in life’s face.

I think that he was right. Feeling sorry for yourself or trying to be cheerful about your desperation is the worst. The best you can do is fighting.

Break the doors where you hide from the shame and the sadness.
Scream and cry, that’s a proof that you’re alive and still breathing.
Accept the help from people who worth to give your trust.

That’s what I did for be here today and opening the first Paralympic season with Ice Skating as a paralympic discipline.

The skates that are attached to my body are stainless.
And that makes the proof that a man can become stainless steel.

Thanks to @victuri-oh-nice for listening to this and be the amazing mutual that she is :3

anonymous asked:

hey sam! it's been a long time since i requested a headcanon from you omg i miss ;; (but i still stalked your blog tho hehehe i'm shy) can i request a jikook headcanon about jimin who adores jungkook who is a radio broadcaster and he sort of fell in love with his voice but jimin does not know how jungkook looks like until he recognized his voice somewhere? (tbh the plot looks like a manga that i like but i forgot the title) thank you so much sam ily❤ ps: i'm week for jk as hyung and smol jimin

hi sweetheart!! don’t be shy! I’m kind of an awkward potato at first…..and later also…. but you end up appreciating me :D  so feel free to stop by and say hi whenever you feel like it, ok?

I’m sorry i haven’t been posting too much lately :( it’s been a while since I wrote some hdc, tho so im a bit rusty, i ask for your forgiveness… I have a lot of messages on my inbox so I will respond to them eventually…. I will try to do it this weekend since today i’m a bit busy but I will write this one for you as a thanks for being so sweet to me and as a promise to reply to the others ^^

have a great day pup <3

//Jimin found about jungkook’s radio program one night after a really long day at work. he usually put on his earbuds and blasted loudly his favorite artists but that night his ipod had run out of battery and he didn’t have any music stored on his phone so his only option was to tune in the radio. and oh boy does he not regret it at all.

//jungkook has  melodic voice, sweet and that exudes warmth but at the same time is deep and boyish, really charismatic. no wonder he works at a radio station.

//the program varies from listening to jungkook’s song recommendations to reading letters from fans asking for advice. the host can go from a total dork that tells the most ridiculous jokes to a sweet caring boy trying to help a lost soul.

//jimin finds himself listening to his show every single night from then on. he has the show tuned in while his night shift at the convenience store, which always helps him overcome the night with a better attitude.

//taehyung laughs at him, says he’s obsessed. Jimin likes to say he just knows how to appreciate the good things in life.

//Jungkook opens about himself sometimes, and jimin learns he’s a young man -but slightly older than him- that has struggled his own in life as many others and uses his experiences to give advice to his listeners. Jimin loves to hear those stories, feels like jungkook is opening up to him only and not to hundreds of anonymous people that listen to him as well.

//he’s tempted to call, talk directly with jungkook those nights the phones are opened to the spectators, but he knows he’s shy and would stumble with his words a lot. also, what is he supposed to say to jungkook? “oh hey i’m jimin, big fan of yours. i love your voice and i love you too, marry me?” nah, too creepy…. 

//so he simply sends letters to jungkook for the other to read. he usually shares his own struggles, tells jungkook how difficult is being for him to manage the student life, living on his own and have his family so far away. jungkook is always sweet, reassuring, tells JM to keep fighting for his dreams like he did some years prior, shares his own story so he can give jimin the will to keep going. jungkook tells JM they have a lot in common taking in consideration his letters, and jimin likes to think jungkook’s voice softens a bit while talking to him after reading his letters, and his heart stutters happily every time jungkook dedicates him a new song he’s found recently.

//it’s a sunday that finds jimin working a morning shift. he hates it, because not only he had to woke up really early, but he doesn’t have jungkook’s sweet voice helping go through the boredom.

//the good thing about it is that he can afford sit in a corner and read a book, or try to catch up with some work he had been delaying, since just some grannies come for some shopping.

//he’s immersed in one of the books he’s supposed to read for a report when someone enters the store. a young boy, dark hair and darker eyes. he’s pretty attractive, but the side glance and small smile he throws jimin when they lock gazes tells him he’s a bit shy. the boy strides to the farther aisles in silence, jimin focuses back on his books.

//”Hello,” says the boy and the single word has jimin’s head snapping towards him, it sounds slightly familiar. the boy raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything else.
“hello.” he answers, and starts charging everything without saying anything else.
“Thanks, have a good day.” he says once the other has paid and is about to leave. the boy smiles charmingly, sweet, and says:
“you too, thank you.” jimin stares a him because his voice sounds so so so familiar. 
“is something wrong?” asks the boy with confusion written all over his face and then everything clicks. 
“oh my fucking god, it’s you!” screams jimin, blushing immediately because holy shit it’s jungkook and holy shit he just screamed at jungkook
“uhm…. do we know each other?”
“no…I mean i do, i know you and this just sounds so creepy but omg im a fan- im so sorry.”
“oh….” jungkook’s face changes then, goes to confusion to realization and smiles once again at jimin. “you listen to my radio program?”
“Yeah…. i- i love you - your show”
“Wow, im glad. it’s always nice to know people like listen to me… thank you so much.”

//Jungkook starts coming to the store more often and jimin tries to play it cool every time, specially when jungkook is being friendly with him and starts a conversation. but they quickly fall into a more comfortable relationship, specially after Jimin confesses he’s JM and jungkook seems happy to know about it.

//jungkook is funny and nice outside of work also, manages to make jimin laugh without really trying. sometimes jungkook is the only one talking as jimin just smiles and nods, staring. because jimin likes jungkook’s soft voice, but likes even more his crooked smile and bunny teeth and the way he feels every time jungkook looks at him. and boy, he’s so in deep.

//they exchange phone numbers and start talking frequently. Sometimes jungkook texts him in the middle of a broadcast. it makes jimin feel special.

//”this song is dedicated to a friend of mine. we’ve become closer recently and im glad to have found such a nice person that fits so well in my life. so, ehm… jimin, i know you are listening- this song is for you”
Jimin tries not to scream in the middle of the store, but now that he thinks about it he’s alone so he squeals out loud out of happiness.

//”It was a beautiful song” says jimin over the phone, after deciding to call jungkook in a boost of braveness.
“Really? I’m glad. i found the artist recently and he really has beautiful songs. I thought you would like this one.”
“I loved it…”
“You know what it’s about?” asks jungkook, his voice soft and warm. for a second jimin forgets they are talking live on radio and there are hundreds of people listening to their conversation. “It’s a bout a new found love.”
“jimin, would it be too brave of me to ask you out on a date?”
“Are you serious?”
“totally…. I like you a lot JM”
“I would love to…”

//after that night jungkook receives a lot of letters asking for advice in love matters, because his way of confessing to jimin was cute and romantic and had all his fans squealing with feels. (jimin dowloaded the podcast to save it on his computer)

//jimin discovers dating a radio host is a bit embarrassing, specially when said host dedicates romantic songs to him or says out loud how much he loves him, but jimin wouldn’t have it any other way. (he loves calling to the program and talk to the other, sometimes embarrassing jungkook on live radio)

anonymous asked:

Hey hey! May I request a scenario for Kirishima where his crush is super shy and runs away from him whenever he comes close to her. And if they're in class she does everything to not look at him. But they're paired together in a hero class. Geez..I'm sorry this was long. I love your blog. Have a good day!

Reader’s quirk is Sensory Scrying:The power to perceive through other beings’ senses.
The user can “hitch-hike” other beings’ senses and experience what happens as they were them. This power grants the user with the ability to taste, feel, smell, see and/or hear from others senses. It allows the user to experience the world as their target would.

Kirishima is confused. He’s confused because all this time he’s considered himself to be one of the most social, friendly, fun guys in class 1A. He may get a little bit snarky here and there, but even then it’s all pretty mild in comparison to the rest of the class. He’s open to conversation, he loves meeting new people and making friends, and he thought he was just overall approachable. So the fact that his crush was constantly running away from him made no sense whatsoever. It was weird. He’s never been rude to her, or touched her, or yelled at her; and no matter how much he concentrates he can’t figure out what he did to elicit that kind of response. It’s weird, right? Having someone you care about keep running and hiding from you when you can’t figure out the reason why.

When the two of you were paired up for this hero mission, he only got more confused. How on earth were the two of you supposed to work together when she wouldn’t even look at him? It looked like she could barely tolerate standing next to him. He didn’t plan on confronting her today, but he definitely couldn’t let her avoidance hurt his chances of becoming a hero (not to say it didn’t hurt him personally all the time but that’s another thing).

Kirishima gathered all of his courage and turned to face his partner for the day, “[Y/n], I know you must not like me because you keep running away and ignoring me, but for the next hour, we need to be on the same side. It’s gonna be just the two of us, and we aren’t going to be able to pass if we don’t work together on this. If I did something to make you hate me, I’m really sorry, but I need to know now if I can count on you for this.” It was a bit embarrassing for him to ask her like this, but it was necessary.

For a moment there was a brief pause, his the sincerity of his request hung in the air between them. And after what felt like years, [Y/n] responded. She started speaking slowly, as though she was still processing what he’d said, “Kirishima… I don’t hate you…I’ve never hated you.”

The more she thought about what he said, and how her actions had influenced his perception of her and their relationship, the more rushed she seemed to explain her motivation for how she treated him. By the time she finished she was babbling at a speed that was almost unintelligible. “ And like, I guess I understand why you would think that I did, the whole running from you thing was probably not one of my best ideas. I’ve probably been reading too many shoujo mangas recently, and they messed up my perception of how actual people act when they’ve got crushes and all that emotional stuff. But like, yes, you can 100-percent count on me, and I will do my best to help us take this guy down.”

Kirishima opened his mouth to respond, when All-Might called the two of them up for their assignment. It was fairly straightforward, somewhere in the makeshift city, there was a teacher hiding. The teacher is playing the role of a villain, and the students need to capture them and ‘save’ the day. They had a 1 hour time limit, and were able to use whatever means necessary to achieve the goal.

The moment the timer started, the duo started running, searching for the ‘villain’. [Y/n] would use her quirk to find the target, and by seeing through their eyes, would give Kirishima a description of where they were and where they were looking. Kirishima would be the muscle of the group, and use his hardening quirk to attack and capture them. With [Y/n]’s ability to see and feel what the target does, she gives warnings as to where their attacks will come from, so he can either avoid it or brace himself for impact.

The assignment is eventually completed, the two of them passing with flying colors due to their incredible teamwork. They are sent to go change back into their regular uniform, so they can later rejoin the class for discussion and feedback.

After Kirishima has redressed himself, he waited for [Y/n] to reappear so he could talk to her about that crush she mentioned earlier. Oh yeah, he definitely remembered, and there was no way in hell he was gonna let you run away from this conversation.

Happy New Year!

Okay, so, I’m pretty sure we’ve all collectively agreed that this year has pretty much been hell, but despite that I’ve still met so many incredible people this year, and I wanted to celebrate that and the new year by spreading some love! This is just my way of giving a little shoutout to the people who have made this year suck a little less. This got kinda long because there are so many of you, so everything is under the cut! 

Also, I hope you guys have/had a happy new year, and may 2018 bring love and happiness to each and every one of you. ❤️

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anonymous asked:

1 Of 2: I don't think the creator of that post said that men couldn't practice magic, just that they couldn't be witches. I don't know if there are any practices available only to witches, but I'm guessing that a wizard, warlock, druid, or whatever can worship the same deities or cast the same spells as a witch. It's important to some people that the title witch be reserved females because it's a historically female term, and I'm not saying that's right or wrong.

2 Of 2: I know you’ve done research and there are claims of historically male witches but I’m honestly a bit dubious of the numbers you’ve provided, and no matter what way you paint it, women were the majority killed in the Salem Witch Trials, the majority who are prosecuted to this day. Shouldn’t there be some female exclusive magic space? There are a number of gender neutral terms for magic users, or male terms, but witch is already associated with females and the only term that has traction. 

And I’m not trying to be bitchy or condescending I’m just confused and I want to understand both sides of the issue.

I got off my phone and on to a computer to answer this question. Doesn’t seem like you want both side of the issue, honestly - I have given mine, quite clearly, and you seem to have picked yours, also quite clearly.

Witch is a gender neutral term. The term witch isn’t “historically” female - it’s only been a term used to describe magic users as mostly women in modern times (1600s; that’s only 400 years). “Witch” has always been a gender neutral term - only in recent times has it been used more exclusively for women, but that was not ever its only usage. Man, even in Wicca, they call men who practice “witches.” 

Druids are not the same as witches; druidry is closed prior to initiation - people shouldn’t be using that title unless they are a druid or studying to be an actual druid - so that term should not be grouped in with the others.

You know, other people made the gender neutral terms, because shit like this made them scared and uncomfortable to use the term “witch.” They were frightened people would come out of the woodwork and tear them apart because “oh you’re not a woman, you can’t use that word!” Think about that.

There are zero practices available only to witches (if you’re referring to “witches” as still women-exclusive then yeah, definitely no practices closed to anyone due to gender either) - witchcraft is an open practice that anyone can delve into, use as they like, and take away however they want. So, yes, literally anyone can cast spells like a witch, but they can also cast spells as a witch - using that term as their classifier, if they so wish. Because witchcraft is not closed in any aspect to anyone, neither is the label. No one can dictate who can use the term “witch.”

I don’t honestly know why you’re bringing up Salem tbh. Yes, perhaps the majority of the people accused during Salem were female, but that still doesn’t give women the right to place ownership over the term “witch.” It seems like you’re trying to imply something about the fact that women were the ones who “mostly” died for it, so they should have a right to it exclusively? Correct me if I’m wrong, but that’s what I’m getting, and oh man does that not feel right to me.

Witchcraft was never a woman-exclusive space, period, and I don’t think it ever will be, and I think it’s great that anyone can come in and be accepted for who they are and practice magic like a boss however they want. If you want there to be spaces exclusive for women, make one, but it’s not the fault of the practice for not being that way naturally; there actually is a woman-specific space in Wicca, Dianic Wicca. However, exclusive spaces and stuff shouldn’t be something that is thrown over the entirety of the community regardless of how anyone else feels about it.

The term “witch” was never exclusively for women, as I’ve stated like a half a dozen times now - it is associated with almost exclusively women because that’s how it’s been used in modern times, but it has been used for men in the past too. It is gender neutral. If you thought it was a term for women-only, I’m sorry, but it never was; we’re not actually taking anything away from anyone, it was free to use from the get-go. You’re free to make your own spaces, but don’t try to take or claim something that wasn’t actually your “property” to begin with, please, and leave the rest of us struggling to fill it in. Just because we may not have “died” for it, doesn’t mean we have less of a right to it. 

(Okay, calm, calm down Richtor, civility.)

You’re also ignoring the fact that there are people who use the term “witch” who don’t fall under the category of either men or women. You declaring it a female-only term or space is not only excluding men. You’re excluding me too, you’re excluding many other people who don’t identify as either, which is why I am standing so hard for this point.

Witchcraft is an open practice. Anyone can use the term witch, and anyone can practice witchcraft. I stand by my point, and the history of the word witch. If you don’t like it, well, I’m sorry, I’m not stopping. I’m standing up for me, for all the male witches, for all the trans witches and the non-binary witches, and the genderfluid witches, like me. We have just as much right to that term as anyone else, because hey! It was never exclusively for women, and witchcraft is a very open practice that anyone can take and use as they like. So I’ll be damned if I stop calling myself a witch, and I will not stand by as other people are bullied for using that term because of their fucking gender.

(Sorry, civility lost, let’s see if I can calm down again.)

This is a passionate issue for me, as I’m sure you can see. Trying to collect myself, I’ve made a few changes to what I wrote, but I’m not changing how I think, or some of my phrasing choices. This is important to a lot of us - having an inclusive space and term would be awesome for our community, in my opinion. A lot of people get into witchcraft because they have not many other places to go, to turn to, to draw strength from. Some people draw their self empowerment and confidence from calling themselves a witch - yes, exactly that term witch, not any other term. It gives them the strength to keep fighting and being active in their own lives, to not take life’s shit lying down. We use the word as armor, sword, and shield. It means the world to some of us, because of how it can be seen, regardless of gender. 

It’s a shame you can’t see past the gender part, really. There are some lovely witches out there, men and people who aren’t either, or who are both, and we just want a place to belong and feel welcomed. Trying to exclude us from a term no one actually had any rights to… It doesn’t feel nice. Which is why I will forever stand by my followers and friends, those who identify as ways other than how the term witch has been used, and still call themselves that with pride. (I still stand by those that use other terms for whatever reason, I stand by all magic users, but I hope you can see my point on this one.) I will keep fighting for the word that has no rightful owner, and for the people who want to call themselves it, regardless of its stereotype. 

If that is something you can’t accept, well, what you do next is on you. Because I know where I stand on this, and I’m not going anywhere.

Happy Valentine’s Day! (part 1)

A/N: THIS IS SO LAST MINUTE. And it’s incomplete. I’m sorry. But it will be completed hopefully tomorrow! Alright, I’ll stop now :)

Nico sat alone at the Hades table for dinner in the Pavilion. Usually Will sat with him or he went to the Apollo table, but Will was working at the infirmary tonight. As Nico picked at his food, his mind drifted from thought to thought, eventually drifting to how much he missed the son of Apollo.

Wait, Nico suddenly jerked, I miss him?

Oh, right, well I guess that does come with dating someone. Nico still couldn’t wrap his head around it. He was dating Will Solace, child of the sun god. Him, the son of Hades – the creepy, weird, dark Prince of the Underworld was dating the happy, peppy son of Apollo. It sounded strange, but seeing them together, actually looking at them, they couldn’t look any more perfect. It was a recent development, though they had been inseparable since the war and Nico’s mandated 3 days in the infirmary. They basically flirted with each other and were a giant blushing mess until Piper had a serious talk with Nico while Jason and Percy teased and pushed Will to ask Nico out. Eventually it happened after lots of blushing and flustered stuttering, but the moment his friends burst into applause and cheers, Nico grabbed Will’s hand and shadow-traveled them both out of there.

A small smile tugged at Nico’s lips as he remembered how angry Will had been after that, and then how he ended up falling asleep next to Nico in his cabin.


The shout ripped Nico from his memories back to the present. Jason and Percy slid into the seats across from Nico and he, out of habit, scowled at them, asking, “What do you idiots want?”

“Is that any way to speak to your big bros? Tsk, tsk, Nico, have more respect.” Percy’s shit-eating grin earned Nico’s Death Glare™.

“Shut up, Perce. Anyway, we came to ask what you’re doing tomorrow? What are your plans for you and Will?” Jason looked genuinely interested in this, though Nico had no idea why.

Nico rolled his eyes, “Why would I have plans? And why would I tell you?”

Jason and Percy glanced worriedly at each other, then turned back and said, “Um, Neeks. Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. You know, day of love, typically celebrated with your significant other?”

Nico blinked at them. Then it registered. Oh. Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. Only three thoughts were coming to mind as his panic rose. I have a boyfriend. Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. Oh shit.

His eyes widened and he nearly began hyperventilating as he said, “Oh shit that’s a thing crap what do I do??? I’ve never done this before! Does Will know? Oh of course he knows, what am I saying SHIT what do I do, I have no plans, no experience, SH—”

“Hey calm down!” Jason reached across and put his hands on Nico’s shoulders to settle him back in his seat, as he was nearly jumping out of it. “Don’t worry bro, we got you. We can help you plan something.”

“Why didn’t you guys tell me earlier?!”

“Um, well, guess we didn’t think about it,” Percy smiled sheepishly.

“Ugh, what are you guys doing?”

“Well,” Jason started, “Pipes and I are going to hang out all day. I’m taking her out to chill in the city and do whatever she wants to. For dinner, I’m taking her somewhere fancy. Then later I thought about flying her up on the roof of the Big House to stargaze.”

“Annabeth and I are going to the city too. I want her to see all the cool architecture stuff that she can never get enough of. And also so we can feel normal, you know? Later we’ll go to the beach for a walk, maybe go in the ocean since I can keep us dry, and just, you know, be a couple.” Percy said this like it was obvious that Nico knew how to “be a couple”.

“Ugh, guys I don’t know how to be couply and romantic! Give me an idea!” Nico exclaimed exasperatedly.

“Okay,” Jason said, “well it’s your guys’ first Valentine’s day together. You’ve got to show him how much you like him and care about him. Make it a big deal.”

Percy smirked like he did when he had a crazy plan. “Like with fireworks! Or some big huge explosion or surprise that showers hearts and rainbows everywhere. I think Will would like a big surprise.”

“Um, that’s seems excessive? I don’t know about that.” Normally, Nico would think Percy’s a big idiot, but he really had no idea what was expected of him. Should it be big? Small? Fancy?

“Maybe you should ask Piper. She’ll know what you should do,” Jason suggested.

Nico jumped from his seat and, without a word to his “bros”, marched straight to the Aphrodite table. Piper looked up as he approached, glanced behind him at Jason, and got up to meet Nico and pull him to the side.

“You need help with Valentine’s day plans for Will?” Of course, she knew.

“Please,” was all Nico could say.

For the rest of the night, Nico sat with Piper, planning out what he would do, things he needed, every detail. He had to make it perfect for Will.

Part 2


[TRANS] 151128 Youngjae’s Instagram Updates

FROM Youngjae
Hello it’s GOT7’s Youngjae
Haha I’m not sure how I should write this “thanks to” letter. Mmm i think I have more to be sorry about than thankful. Mm First of all, the reason I was able to become a GOT7 member was mostly because of my parents and my company. My parents are really important to me. I haven’t been able to express it as much to my mom and dad, but I think I’m doing okay at it. Until I got to be part of GOT7, I’ve had a lot of troubles with my parents haha I’m sure no one would’ve expect things to become like this.

When I first passed my audition, what can I say, I’m still young but I was even younger then, so I cried..ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ As soon as I passed, I called them, and seeing them happy for me made me feel really.. you know ㅎㅎㅎ To be honest, my parents didn’t want me to become a singer. They just wanted me to study, get a good job and have a stable life. Our family is actually struggling financially, but at the time I asked them to help me get vocal/singing lessons because I wanted to become a singer~ told them I’m going to learn to sing and made a fuss about it. I went to take lessons for a little bit in 8th grade, then had a hard time going due to issues at home, but I wanted to learn again during Sophomore year in high school so I really tried to persuade them haha. Regardless of knowing what I’m doing, they gave me allowance and I even worked part-time jobs without telling them haha. I’m still sorry for the things I did back then and would like to let them know I thank them through this letter (smile) (smile) And then I somehow came across JYPE audition! At first I didn’t pass. But they suddenly contacted me after a year and told me I passed, so I was really happy. Thinking back again and talking about it still makes me happy.. When I started practice, I couldn’t stay in Seoul the entire time. The days I was able to stay in Seoul for practice were Fri-Mon and I had to go back to Mokpo for the rest of the week, but the bus fare was pretty expensive. I received 100,000 won to go back and forth every week, but one day my dad didn’t have enough so he gave me 80,000 won. I told him it wasn’t enough and that I needed more. Honestly, 80,000 won was more than enough for food and bus fare, but you know there is the regular bus and the premium bus– for some reason I insisted on taking the premium bus every time. Taking the regular bus from Mokpo to Seoul would’ve cost me 20,500 won, but the premium bus fare was 30,400 won.. I remember it exactlyㅋㅋ

I begged and begged just to ride that bus and my dad would get angry at me while breaking the piggy bank, but it didn’t make me feel good (/satisfied). I felt bad, but I wanted more.. Whenever I reminisce those days now, I wonder why I was acting that way. I’m still young, but I guess I was just even younger. I don’t know if my parents would remember these things, but whenever I think back, I want to cry because I feel so remorseful. I was too young to realize then, but I’m always sorry and thankful, mom and dad! After all that, I practiced harder and became part of GOT7!! I thought, wow did I really finally debut? My parents came to see me on the day of our debut and hugged me tight.. Bear with me for rambling on but anyway!! I really wanted to tell my parents I thank them very much. I love you, mom and dad. It feels strange for someone like me to say this, but let’s all be good to our parents!

Also to all the Ahgases who always watch over us whether from afar or up close, if all of you weren’t here, we wouldn’t be either. I’m very thankful and think you’re all lovely for supporting us with love no matter what we do. I ask you to continue to love us just as you have all this time. We’ll keep working hard and become amazing singers for Ahgases. Thank you, sorry and thank you again. This became really serious unlike my personality.ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
Ahgase and GOT7, let’s keep going like this~~ I love you

Ahhhh and when we recently won first place wowwowaang honestly, I didn’t cry.. Rather than wanting to cry, you know that feeling of “wow it’s so overwhelming, no joke, are you sure the singer who won first place isn’t someone else??” And wow, everyone thank you so much. This doesn’t come easily and it was possible because of all your love for us. So I’m going to work even harder to do better, although the thought makes me worried at the same time. We’ll keep trying and show even better sides of us. I truly love you, IGOT7!

Ah also.. Those who are fluent in English, Chinese, Japanese, Thai, and other languages, please translate this. Our Ahgases are all smart, so you can do it! ㅋㅋㅋ Ah is this too much of a mission.. It’s because I think those from other countries can have fun reading and be happy from the translations. Anyway I love you!

Who else is there.. Friends haha I don’t have that many friends ㅠㅠㅠㅠ I came to Seoul during my Junior year and I was really lonely. I had no one until around my Senior year, when a really close hyung of mine came up to Seoul and started taking lessons! Or maybe I’m wrong. Anywho when I was in Mokpo, he took good care of me and we listened to each other’s worries, so I was really glad when he came up to Seoul too. Even though he isn’t blood-related, I’m just as comfortable around him; we talked a lot and he gave good advice when I went through hard times, and overall he made my experience in Seoul less difficult huhu. I wasn’t able to tell that hyung I thank him ㅋㅋㅋㅋ but hopefully he’ll read this and know I’m thankful ㅋㅋㅋ!

Speaking of hyung, to my real hyung! My hyung is now my vwaitwamin (vitamin) that gives me strength. He can tell if something’s wrong from just the tone of my voice, it’s scary sometimes.. Once I called him on a rough day and he constantly asked if something happened and ha (sigh) ㅠㅠㅠㅠ hyung always knows me best *tears* ㅋㅋㅋㅋ ah I’m crying too much in this letter ㅋㅋ That’s how close I was (/am) with my hyung. Oh that doesn’t mean I’m not close with my noona or anything, but I should write about her as well. Or else she’ll be upset ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅎㅎㅎ

Actually it was my noona’s birthday not too long ago ㅠㅠ after my schedule I completely forgot about it and didn’t call her, but she called me first. Then I remembered right away ㅠㅠ I’m still trying to decide what to do for her. She says it’s okay but I want to do something.. I told her “happy birthday” through kakaotalk along with an ugly picture of me, and my noona wa very happy. If I get some days off soon, I’m planning to bring a gift to her ㅋㅋㅋㅋ Whew.. I wrote to those I’m thankful for and about the things I’ve been through, and it’s not too much or too little, but it seems I’ve had many ups and downs in life ㅋㅋㅋ There are probably more people I should thank, but I’ll write the second letter another time!

Everyone who’s always supporting me – my parents, hyung, noona, members, Ahgase, JYPE, my friends, other hyungs – I’ll work hard as the amount of support you’re giving me. Thank you and love you, always. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️★★❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Translated by: got_pang for GOT7&Co.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I have a question about the timeline of 19 days. Do you know what day we are in the last chapter? Aren't we soon to the 19th day? There are a lot of theories and I'm a little bit lost T___T I am curious and at the same time scared of the end of the flashback! How do you feel about it? (Sorry for my english, it's not my mother tongue) I love your blog btw; you always post interesting thoughts about 19 Days! :D

Hi there sorry I took so long to answer this ask, I think it has been sitting in my inbox for almost 2 weeks 😂😂😂 I’m having some problems counting the days so I wanted to postpone my answer until I could figure out the timeline, but I was crazy busy for the past week and ended up falling sick so this answer kept being delayed 😓

Anyway previously I always counted the days while referring to this post which covered all the chapters up till Dec 2016, but after reviewing the chapters this year I think the days do not always occur chronologically (or Old xian skipped some days previously without telling us). 

If we follow the timeline post above we ended 2016 off with all four of them at He Tian’s house after He Tian won his fight with She Li, which is supposedly Day 9 (Saturday (?)) in the story. At the start of this year (2017), the chapters continued off with Jian yi at Zheng xi’s house where they realised they forgot Zi xi’s birthday 

After that Jian yi left Zheng xi’s house, and is promptly kidnapped by a shady old guy while sitting at a playground. That night, Jian yi’s Mum calls Zheng xi after Jian yi doesn’t return home (still the same day):

The ensuing drama of Jian yi’s kidnap follows, and we later see Zheng xi telling He Tian Jian yi has been missing for two days:

Here’s where I got confused by the timeline, on the same day Zheng xi tells He Tian this he later receives a text from Jian yi after school asking to meet, and we are shown it’s a Friday:

If Day 9 was a Saturday (as mentioned in the timeline post it seems unlikely because it’s doubtful they have school on weekends), after Jian yi went missing for 2 days it should be Tuesday in the story, so I doubt it was actually a Saturday. However even if we assume there was a time skip and Day 9 was actually a Monday, after factoring in the 2 missing days it should be Thursday instead of Friday. 

So my guess is that some of days in the story previously did not occur chronologically, either that or Old xian did not keep track of the actual day (as in Monday/ Tuesday/ Wednesday etc) in the story and only recently started keeping track of them. I think I need a bit more time to figure out the timeline, a lot of days passed in the story this year as well which added to my confusion, but hopefully this answer helps a bit!!

anonymous asked:

Hi, there's something that's been puzzling me. Did Namjoon change his stage name to RM? I see more and more sites calling him RM but I'm never sure if it's his new name or if it's just an abbreviation. I'd appreciate that if you could explain it to me ^.^;

Yes, but I don’t think it has been an official stage name change as the official Big Hit site still refers to him as Rap Monster. However, I believe he will be changing it officially soon as he prefers to be called RM. Soon I think we will be adding the RM tag to all posts with Namjoon.

I figured i’d ask you guys bc i saw a couple of posts mentioning it and thought to myself “kylie & kristi would prob know the answer to this” : do you guys know if bts going on the ellen show is real or just rumor/fake? P.s. thanks for all you do 🙆🏽

It seems that they are trying to invite BTS, but Big Hit has stated that they haven’t accepted any invitations for American shows yet.

@kristi you don’t have to be so rude. Maybe they just started to follow your blog….

I was reading through the replies, but she wasn’t being rude. She was just stating that there is a search option on our blog (and all Tumblr blogs) in which you can input the words “muster” and “replies.” We have answered the Muster question multiple times so she was just stating a fact. As we have state in our ask prompt on our blog, we only answer questions that are not in our FAQ or have not been asked multiple times recently. 

I wanted to say sorry because I asked something without reading first your FAQ, I’m sorry if I bothered. I love your blog

Don’t worry! We just want to let people know that if we don’t answer a question or if we refer you to our FAQ that is why~

In the Wings Tour DVD is the members reacting to the whole show or?

Nope, to my knowledge the reaction portion is just snippets. Here is a more detailed explanation of what the DVD contains (x) for reference.
- Kylie

Thank you!

So, it’s that time again!

I originally intended to wait longer with my next post like this, but then again I’d only have waited because I would want to avoid having to face my shyness by doing this here. So, instead of waiting, I decided to go ahead with this number.

I have reached another number, that will be mentioned once but only below the cut for those that don’t like people talking about their amount of followers.

This is incredibly hard for me, but I had big plans for my next post and I intend to stick to those plans. It will get very long below the cut, so be warned when you click.

Short version:

Thank you all for following me and thus being interested in my Star and/or my writing!

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I wrote that Fandom article. It was me.

Hi. My name is Taylor Brooke. Also known as TaterBugg-13 on Tumblr and TaylorB256 on Fandom. Ethan is definitely my favorite duder I know and I have so much love and respect for him. I only just found out about him a few months ago (I actually found out about Mark through Ethan) but I already love this guy! He’s so energetic and kewl! I love the content he makes. The people he collabs with are super awesome too! They all just have a great vibe! But that’s not what I’m here to talk about.

Recently Ethan uploaded a video where he Googles himself. In the video he checks out a few website regarding him and his brand. He looks at a Fandom page and he seemed really… nervous? Unsettled? Yah, unsettled, that someone knows so much about him and put it on that page. At the end of the video he also mentioned whoever wrote that stuff to say it in the comments. I wrote it. Every single thing on that page. Don’t believe me? Check out TaylorB256 on Fandom. That’s the person that wrote all of the things on that page. It’s me. I don’t have Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, Facebook or ANY social media besides Tumblr so I really have no way to get in contact with Ethan. I want to apologize about everything.

I’m not a stalker. What is a stalker really? Someone’s who stalks everything someone else does? I don’t do that. I do what all other fans do. I watch his videos and listen to his podcasts. That’s it. But there’s one difference between me and everyone else, I have literally AMAZING memory. I can literally remember every little detail of everything. And I also write allot of things down! (That’s how I remembered the quotes) And that’s how I know all of those things about Ethan. If I hear anything interesting about anyone (not just Ethan) I’ll write it down and remember it forever. I’m just like Ethan though. If I say something absent-minded and later someone says it again I’m like WHAT HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT. And they’re like, “ you said it to me. If you don’t want me to know, don’t tell me.”

I went back to that Fandom page and I wrote a small apology on my profile page, but this is my full apology. I also removed some of the more private things (his ringtone etc..) I also corrected some of the things I got wrong. (I had to fill in the blanks most of the time.) Also, I got KittenGamePlays wrong. It’s from the video “SickGamePlays” and in that video Ethan plays Kitten Rampage. Whops.. but everyone makes mistakes, and I’m here to own up to mine.

This is directed towards Ethan. Im sorry. I don’t ever want you to feel uncomfortable with fans or posting videos. I’ve been seeing allot of things on Tumblr about people stalking you and I started feeling incredibly guilty and terrible. I’ve been sitting in my room all day crying and feeling incredibly nauseous. I hope you don’t hate me. I literally asked my Magic 8 ball “does Ethan absolutely hate my guts because he thinks I stalked him?” It said “absolutely.” I know that’s stupid but still. I promise I didn’t do any snooping, stalking, or prying into any of your former, family or private life.

I hope people don’t think I’m a stalker. I’m not. But my friend said, “hey, you remember literally everything about everyone and I’ve noticed that allot of articles and facts about Ethan are wrong. Go correct those fan pages! You write down quotes too, right? You should go to Fandom and write them down too!” And I said sure. I wrote that stuff down because I thought it was a positive type thing. I don’t want Ethan to feel uncomfortable in the least. Some things he wants to stay private. I TOTALLY respect that 100%!! If he wants anything taken off that page I absolutely will!! I wrote all of that down and stuck it on the internet to try to help Ethan. I guess I thought “hey, if I write down allot of lesser-known facts about Ethan maybe people will be satisfied with this and stop stalking him.” I dunno…

I’m sorry. I really TRULY am. I just think you’re a cool duder and since I can’t exactly interact with you in person it’s hard for me to find out what type of person you are. I also wanted to say that we have the exact same personality type and I realized that’s why i like you so much. And I personally wouldn’t want people to know that much about me and I guess the feeling is mutual for you.

(PLEASE REBLOG! I need Ethan to see this) I’m sorry little Effin, pls don’t hate me. I just need to know if you forgive me or not. I have this pit in my stomach that can only be fixed if I know for certain that there are no hard feelings between us. I respect you completely. Just say the word and everything I posted goes away. xoxo, Taylor.

it's only just 2018 but i'm feeling nostalgic

Okay this is going to be a really long post because I have a lot of nice people to talk about but I don’t want to annoy people and post seperate things so here we go, a sleepily made list of why I love who this year in no particular order (there’s definitely more, I love you all, but I’m trying to stay awake and you can’t expect too much, sorry)

I know there’s a lot of new people I became mutuals with either right before new years or just after I made this post and you’re all amazing too, I look forward to knowing you!

And if you’re not personally tagged I am sorry i definitely do love you and I appreciate your username when it shows up on my dash or in my notes, you guys keep me going!!!

Without anymore of my peculiar ado…

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part 1 of an oc (Theo) fic with a little bit of fluff, a little bit of torture, a little bit of me not knowing wtf I’m doing.

EDIT: oops, I should probably also mention that my ocs have abilities & you can read about them here. c:


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Earlier I reblogged a post that asked if anyone wanted to send my urls of tumblr users that they loved and I said I would tag them to let them know. I didn’t get any asks but I will not let this deter me from spreading a little end-of-the-year love and appreciation. So I want to share some of my favourite tumblr users and why I love them. It’s been quite a while since I did a follow forever, so this could also be seen serving as one (mutuals will be bolded) but I adore the blogs of everyone I mention here and all the people who run them seem like lovely people. I follow roughly 100 blogs and I like everyone I follow, so if I didn’t include you it’s simply because I don’t have the time to go through everyone.

To not have this post be too long, I’ll include the urls and my comments below the cut. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi there! I recently decided to take your recc and started watching ES21. It's really easy to get into and I like what I've seen so far. Can I make a request tho? Can you make a Shin/Sena fic? Bc srsly those 2 are so cute idonteven *coughs*. Thank you and have a happy new year!!! ^^

Whenever Shin suddenly appears in front of him, Sakuraba can’t help but feel a little nervous. Shin has an imposing way of looming that always makes Sakuraba feel short despite the fact that he’s actually two centimeters taller than Shin.

“I am dating Kobayakawa Sena,” Shin announces.

“Er, yes?” Sakuraba says, because he knows that, all of Oujou knows that. Shin and Sena go on “dates” that really seems more like training practice but who is Sakuraba to judge?

Shin continues to stand there. After awhile, he says, “I would like to hold him.”

Sakuraba nearly chokes on his own coughing and sputtering, not entirely sure he heard what he thinks he heard. Surely not. Shin Seijuurou is not coming to him for sex advice…right? (Right??)

“Er,” he says.

“I have often seen couples embrace each other before parting,” Shin continues. “I wish to do so.”

“You mean… you want to hug him?” Sakuraba says.

“Yes, that is correct.”

There is some moderate relief there, because Sakuraba was definitely not ready for the other conversation. “Oh. OK. Cool. I bet Sena would like that.”

Shin still looms, and if he were any other man, Sakuraba would think he was embarrassed. “I would like to hold him,” he says again.

“Right?” Sakuraba says, still incredibly lost.

“I… don’t wish to hurt him.”

Sakuraba is sure he is bright red now, panicking once again at the idea that Shin is coming to him for sex advice, and then it finally clicks: Shin breaks things.

Shin breaks pretty much everything.

Oh,” Sakuraba says, processing this. This is the man whose response to a friendly arm around his shoulder was a full-on spear to the gut. The guy who, when holding anything vaguely electronic, instantly broke it just by twitching. It is possible that if he tried to hug anyone it would just end up being a hospitalizing tackle to the ground. “Right. Gotcha. Huh. We’re going to need to outsource this.”


“The key is to work your way up to a person,” Takami says, adjusting his glasses. “So we will start small. Shin, hold out your hand—flat, don’t move your fingers.”

Takami is in college now, and really should have better things to do than help Shin hug his boyfriend, but this is strangely the kind of thing Takami really likes being involved with. He places an egg in Shin’s hands. “Don’t move for five minutes.”

“Right,” Shin says. He stares down at the egg in the flat of his palm. Takami stares at the egg. Sakuraba stares at the egg.

Shin moves and the egg explodes in his hands.

Takami winces. “We’ll get there.”


“I can’t watch,” Sakuraba says, burying his face in his hands.

“We’re making progress!” Takami says. “This is clearly the next step.”

“I am not sure this is a good idea,” Shin says.

“We practiced on the stuffed animal, remember? This isn’t any different,” Takami says.

Shin does not look convinced. (Nor should he. They went through ten stuffed animals before he could hold one without destroying it).

“Except this rabbit is actually alive,” Sakuraba says. “And could actually die.” Shin winces, and Sakuraba does feel bad, but someone needs to speak up for that rabbit.

“Shin, I have complete faith in you,” Takami says.

Shin does not look convinced, but he reaches down for the rabbit.

“No, stop! I changed my mind!” Wakana cries, and snatches her rabbit out of what was most likely impending doom. “I can’t let this happen!” She runs out of the room with her bunny. Sakuraba can’t help but breathe a huge sigh of relief.

“All things considered, animal testing was most likely cruel,” Takami says.

“Right,” Sakuraba says.

“A human subject would be better anyhow,” Takami says.

“Right,” Sakuraba says. And then suddenly very much does not like how they both look at him.


“Please stop,” Sakuraba whimpers. He has been “hugged” (ie, tackled) by Shin about five times now and he’s pretty sure he needs to go to the hospital again.

“This is not working,” Shin says, sounding more glum than Sakuraba has ever heard him before.

“It’s a work in progress,” Takami says. “Just be patient.” He looks down at the broken form of Sakuraba and adds, “We’re going to need more volunteers.”

A/N: Hahaha, anon-friend, I am *so* sorry. Given that you wished me a happy new year, I think it should be evident to all how long I’ve had this prompt. SORRY. I am so glad you started watching ES 21 though!! Please read the manga because the manga is amazing! And provides better context for where the idea for this prompt came from.
The terrible thing is, I’ve actually had THIS idea for a super long time, like, back when I FIRST WROTE “American Football Which Kuroko Plays” and I knew as soon as I got your prompt that I wanted to write this scene. So I am sorry that I am only now getting to it! Thank you so much for this prompt and I really hope get to see it!!! =D