sorry that i've not written a post for some while now

annabethsowl  asked:

Hi ashlee! Sorry to bother you but I've seen you and a couple people blogging about my immortal and I was hoping you could explain what's going on? From what I understand we just found out who the author is? But I'm not familiar with the actual story of my immortal. At least I don't remember ever coming across it. Thanks in advance!

It’s this 44 chapters long Harry Potter fanfic that was written back in 2006-2007 by ‘Tara Gilesbie’, published on fanfiction.net, and it’s so atrocious it’s great. The main character is a vampire goth (or ‘goffik’) called Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way but sometimes her name is spelled Enoby, the spelling overall is terrible, the plot is nonsensical and weirdly sexual, the characters and world are completely bastardised and on top of that the author sprinkles notes about her preferences and life story throughout the actual chapters and in the author’s notes. It’s so ridiculous, you truly have to read at least the first chapter to get an idea of how weird it is. There’s references to Hot Topic, to self-harm, to characters constantly hooking up, Hogwarts is divided into Goths and Preps, Harry and Draco are exes and everyone’s names are constantly being misspelled… It’s truly a wild read. Buzzfeed did a pretty god job picking out some of the best bits for its ten year anniversary, if you can’t sit through the whole thing you definitely have to read this.

It so completely disregarded Harry Potter canon and was so hated at the time that it got thousands of negative reviews, which made it infamous, and the author’s notes got more aggressive in response to the feedback. It was hacked twice, and then the author ‘got bored’ of it, and then she got locked out of her account.

It got really famous because no one could decide if it was genuine or a parody. It was so terrible a lot of people thought it must have been satire, but it was so long and so bad that a lot of people also thought it couldn’t have been made up because of the effort that went into it. It was like an over exaggerated example of all the worst bits of emo internet culture in the early 2000s, and some people saw it as a brilliant commentary on the state of fandom while others saw it as a blight on people who were trying to get fanfiction to be taken seriously. The debate raged and My Immortal even became required reading for a course at Princeton, but the author managed to stay anonymous and one of the greatest mysteries of the internet.

Recently, an unrelated scandal occurred in the YA publishing world where an ‘author’ named Lani Sarem attempted to buy her way onto the top of the NYT Bestsellers List with a book so terrible it garnered comparisons to My Immortal. People started speculating (half joking, half serious?) that maybe she was the author, My Immortal had been completely serious, and she had never grown up or changed her writing style at all and was now trying to scam her way to a profit with it. 

This is obviously terrible, and it actually coincided with the real author of My Immortal making her first public statement on the internet in years, after she rediscovered and updated the bio of her fictionpress.net account, which had a similar account name, creation date (and apparently the same email and password) as the fanfiction.net account that had hosted My Immortal. After that first update she came back to say, no, she was not Lani Sarem. And then she came back again to reiterate that she was the real author of My Immortal, and, in the process, dropped hints that she had an agent, an editor, worked with amazing women in the publishing industry, and that she couldn’t say anything else about My Immortal ‘for now’.

Linking directly back to the Lani Sarem scandal, an editorial assistant at Wednesday Books made a (now deleted) tweet saying, “we have a book with the girl who wrote My Immortal. Definitely not the same person as this nut.” 

Someone took this information and began hunting for clues as to who this author could be. They came across mention of a book called Under the Same Stars by Rose Christo, being published by the pretty damn impressive publishing house Macmillan. Now, I’ve heard two different stories at this point: Both might be true, maybe they happened at the same time or maybe one after the other, I’m not sure. But I’ve heard that they then found Rose Christo on Twitter, and discovered a screenshot she’d posted of something else that had another tab with what appeared to be the fictionpress account open. The other thing I’ve heard is that someone found Rose on tumblr and searched through her blog for mentions of My Immortal, and found a post where she admitted (in a round about way) to being the author (because she didn’t want Ebony being called a TERF, as if this story wasn’t wild enough to begin with!!).

Either way, people were now undeniably linking Rose Christo with My Immortal. And it turns out they were right, and Rose was the author, and Under the Same Stars is actually a story that details the time of her life when she was in the New York foster system, searching for her younger brother and writing My Immortal (which was a troll fic, she has confirmed) with her foster sister, referred to throughout the fic as Raven. 

Here’s the official description of the book:

In the early 2000s, Rose Christo was separated from her five-year-old brother and shuttled between foster homes in Brooklyn to the Bronx and back again. Desperate to be reunited with her sibling, she traveled the five boroughs, unable to find any trace of him, as New York State’s child care agencies failed to help her time and again.

Then, with the help of one beloved foster sister, Rose created an infamous piece of Harry Potter fanfiction titled My Immortal, posting it online under the pseudonym XXXbloodyrists666XXX. The “44 chapters and 22,000 words of hysterical, typo-laden hyperbole” went viral as the most notoriously terrible fanfic ever read by the community. For years, fans, writers, and editors researched, debated, and contested the story’s origin and its mysterious author: Was this grammatically challenged rant actually written by a suicidal goth teenager named Tara Gilesbe living in Dubai, or was this a hoax perpetrated by a group of professional authors making fun of fanfiction?

The truth is a gripping, compelling, and surprisingly funny story of how a young girl infiltrated and used the fanfiction community to search for her brother by baiting their attention with a deliberately badly written tale, creating a 10-year mystery that garnered pop culture media attention and remained unsolved — until now.

Understandably, everyone lost their minds, because all the backstories people had hypothesised for the author of My Immortal were so far from Rose’s real life story (or the glimpses we’ve gotten of it so far). 

She had been hoping to remain anonymous until the publication of the book was properly announced, when it’s subtitle The search for my brother and the true story of My Immortal, would have whipped up this same internet frenzy. But the whole thing with Lani just caused people to go snooping and the news came out earlier than she had planned, which is actually quite frustrating and upsetting for her, I’d imagine. But she seems to be taking it in stride.

You can read her FAQ, where she answers a few questions about all this in her own words, and you can read about the other books she has published here. I also recommend checking out her blog in general for some great insight into issues effecting Native Americans. You can buy her books on Amazon, too, if you want to read any others before Under the Same Stars comes out.

Even though we all know who the author is now, My Immortal remains one of the greatest things to ever come out of the hell-time that was the early 2000s, and is like a time capsule of all the worst bits of internet culture back then. After following this mystery for a decade, I’m really, really glad to know that the author has done so well for herself.

imagine a scenario where Todoroki isn’t completely passed out from Bakugou’s attack, where he’s still awake–but just barely. He can see Bakugou’s blurry figure stomp over to him through the clouds of dust, screaming. And suddenly, he’s being lifted by his shirt.

Imagine Bakugou lifts Todoroki to yell at him, screams at him–how DARE he do this? How DARE that two-faced bastard do this to him, a win like this means NOTHING. It’s worse than losing, because he didn’t win at all, it’s nothing but a hollow shell of a victory, only won because his opponent refused to go all out on him. 

this isn’t what Bakugou wanted. This isn’t what he wanted at all. he wanted to prove himself, to defeat Two-Face with his own power, with his own skill, not–not this. Not a victory where fucking Two-Face just…. gives up. Refused to fight him. Didn’t see him as worthy to fight…

Wasn’t he strong enough? What the fuck. Why. Why couldn’t Todoroki just fight him all out, use his goddamn flames like he did with Deku, always Deku, why not him, goddammit, why, why, why

Todoroki squints through the dust, trying to focus on the face in front of him. His eyes widen–it’s Bakugou, of course it is, who else yells like him? But it’s not the yelling that’s a surprise, it’s the expression. Bakugou’s face is screwed up, red and angry… and his cheeks are wet with tears.

He’s sobbing

Bakugou continues to rant and yell at Todoroki, but it all sounds like white noise. All he can see are the tears running down Bakugou’s face, the quivering lips, the shaking eyebrows that are tilted together in an arc that looks less like anger, and more like desperate frustration. 

Some of the tears fall on Todoroki’s chest. He doesn’t notice. 

“ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME, YOU BASTARD?!” Bakugou shrieks, voice cracking in the middle, shaking Todoroki from his thoughts both literally and physically. Bakugou is huffing and crying and glaring wet red eyes at him, waiting for an answer.

Todoroki feels something heavy in his chest. he’s not sure what it is. He’s just so full of confusing emotions–after his fight with Midoriya, after forgetting for just those few moments, after using his fire side for the first time, after remembering why he wanted to become a hero in the first place… after everything

It’s been an emotionally exhausting day. He’s confused. Conflicted. He doesn’t really know what to do.

He’s never been very good at understanding others. Apparently he was never very good at understanding himself, either. At least until someone made him remember. Until Midoriya made him remember. 

But right now, Bakugou is right here, right in his face, sobbing, and Todoroki feels like he owes him an answer. He’s not sure what to say.

What would a hero do?

Todoroki locks tired eyes with Bakugou. He tenses, baring his teeth.

Todoroki parts his lips.

“Are you alri…”

The words never get out, as a sweet smelling mist drapes over them like a soft blanket. Within seconds, Bakugou’s grip on Todoroki’s shirt loosens and both boys collapse, out cold. 

-

The next time Todoroki sees Bakugou, he’s chained against a pillar, raging like a madman, howling as loudly as he can with a muzzle strapped to his face, and glaring daggers at anything and everything. 

There are no tears to be found.

Did he imagine it? Todoroki looks down at his palm and curls his fingers.

He’s still confused. Still conflicted. All Might helped him a little… he just needed time to sort things out. Needed time to look at himself… remember why he wanted to be a hero. He… he needed to see his mother again. 

(When was the last time he had a hug?)

(… When was the last time he hugged her?)

When All Might turns to Bakugou and removes the muzzle, Todoroki watches quietly from the corner of his eye. 

Bakugou rages. He yells. He screams and shouts and refuses the medal All Might so valiantly tries to hang around his neck, fighting against it like a man fighting a noose.

“EVEN IF SOCIETY ACKNOWLEDGES IT, IF I DON’T THEN IT’S TRASH!!!

The medal is hangs in between clenched teeth, and Todoroki decides that no, he didn’t imagine it. Even if he didn’t quiet understand, still doesn’t, those tears were real. He looks down at his clenched fist. 

I’m sorry, Bakugou. He thinks. 

There isn’t anything he can do here. He couldn’t give Bakugou the fight he wanted. He…

Todoroki looked up at the sky.

He’s going to see his mother tomorrow. 

(so i wanted to write a scenario where Todoroki actually saw Bakugou crying before Midnight’s made him pass out, and it kinda became this, oops)

burningflyme  asked:

I hope I don't trigger you, but I have to know... Will Blackrock ever be finished? Not in videos, but you mentioned writing the rest of Blackrock. I love Blackrock, I practically grew up with it. (I've been watching it since I was 11 lol) I know this sounds cheesy, but I'd love to know how my favorite childhood story ends before I set off to collage next year. Thanks🙂 <3

I’ve sat down to write up a couple of details, answers, story beats, and origin stuff a few times but I’ve never quite been satisfied with it. It always feels dry and unimportant. I realized after a while that I was trying to give people something I can never give - real closure.

So I started thinking of why I was doing this. I know a lot of people want the answers to questions still left unanswered - especially since it was left on a cliffhanger. But I honestly think it’s better left this way.

I can’t give you what you want, and anything else is a poor substitute that will just end up closing the door on a world that there are still people enjoying. I’ve seen so much great fan creations for Blackrock, and so many theories and ideas of everything, and I don’t want to shut that down. At this point, anything I make will feel like a weird post-series spinoff. And I don’t want that.

I think back to stuff like the Dark Disciple book for Star Wars: Clone Wars, or the Buffy/Angel comic books. They were well written, and they were official, they were canon, and so on. But to me they never really felt like the same thing, and they couldn’t compete to “the real thing”. And while I would never compare myself to the talented people who made those, in this regard, as a creator, I’m making the decision to leave Blackrock as it is.

I wish I’d made this decision earlier and not dragged it out so long. I’m sorry for that, and I’m sorry if this disappoints some people, but I genuinely think it’s better this way. The Blackrock world is your world now. I wish I could finish it the way it deserves, but it’s just not happening. Let your theories, headcanons and universes run wild, and don’t let my “real canon” stop you.

anonymous asked:

Hey, I love your writing! I think I've consumed everything at this point. Do you have any favorite stories you can recommend? I may have blasted through all the fic updates of my own faves and just looking to see if people are reading stuff I might have missed. Looking forward to your next updates! No pressure!

Anon!

First, I am so very sorry it’s taken me so damn long to answer this. 

I actually did answer it - I wrote a very long, very beautifully gif’d post and then accidentally scrolled left on this stupid macbook and I lost the entire fucking thing and I wanted to throw my laptop out of the window.

::calming breaths::

Let us pray that doesn’t happen again this time (I am a klutz, so it’s a definite possibility). Secondly, I decided that now is the perfect time to recreate this answer because a) there are some goddamned talented ass writers out there killing the game rn, b) there are also haters out there trying to steal our joy rn and not only is it not going to work, I think now is a good time to spread the love as far and wide through Richonne as possible, so reblog the shit out of this and get reading if you haven’t already and c) I don’t have time to write the way I want at the moment so I hope this makes up for it.

I also really really need a list I can return to b/c I signed up to read a lot and am still verrry slowly getting through it.

So! Here goes…

Current Favorite Richonne fics…!

1. Round After Round by @nattah-gudgrrl

ZA Canon - Rick and Michonne after 6x10, being domestic and sexy af, round after round.

Holy crap, Anon. I was hooked from the first few words. I’m not finished yet, but this is incredibly sexy and beautifully well-written. Nattah’s writing is hypnotic and poetic. She drops precious gems throughout each chapter with her words, the way she phrases things is so original and addictive. Rick and Michonne are pitch perfect, but so is everyone else (and she’s hilarious, btw). She includes music to score her amazing writing, and trust me, listening to her suggested tracks while reading will only suck you deeper into the tantalizing atmosphere she’s created with these two. AND THE SMUT. HOLY SHIT. Prepare yourself. I love opening up to a chapter and letting myself fall. I almost feel like I need to smoke a joint, turn out the lights, and close my door reading this, no joke. (no seriously, i’m not joking, be alone b/c you will feel thangs down there)

2. Musings of Rick Grimes by @nyese3529

NonZA AU - Rick as a NYC photographer slowly falling head over heels for a charismatic college student Michonne as she becomes his muse.

OKAY. I’m not sure anything I say here will do this amazing piece of fanfiction justice. I’m not even caught up, but the chapters I have read so far are PURE FIRE. Nyese is a master at unfolding a real, atmospheric, moody, sexy, intense, and totally riveting Rick and Michonne for us to fall in love with from the start. Rick’s attraction to Michonne leaps off the page, as does she. She is so damn cute and sexy and seeing her through Rick’s eyes the way Nyese has written them is just to die for. Nyese also NAILS New York City life, especially as a southern transplant and artist (I feel you Rick) AND as a young, gifted black woman looking to make a difference while everyone else covets her light (I feel you Michonne). It’s a beautiful read, and I encourage you to ASAP. The smut is off the chain, as in every fucking moment of it had me squirming around wishing I had me a Rick Grimes here in NYC damn you Nyese you’ve ruined me!

3. The Art of Control by @avintagekiss24

NonZA AU - Rick as a sexy, wealthy contractor Dom and Michonne the comic book shop/cafe owner as his sub in Atlanta (bonus: featuring probably the best version of Maggie I have ever read)

GOTDAMN. Let me tell you something. THIS IS THE SEXIEST RICK GRIMES OF ALL TIME FOR ME. Every fucking word Miss Kiss wrote for him to utter had my panties wet and my brow sweating, do you hear me? This fic is hot as fuck. Even before Rick Grimes shows up in the story, I was feeling hot and bothered about his mere existence, just like Michonne. The way Miss Kiss writes the buildup throughout their relationship is simply riveting. She’s a very visual writer, just like Nyese, so I can see, taste, feel, and ground myself in this stunning world of money, undeniable attraction and absolutely delicious sex. AND DID I MENTION HER MAGGIE IS SEXY AF, FUNNY AF, NAUGHTY AF, AND GODDAMN IT I WOULD SO BE HER PLAYTHING?? The plot is really good, too, like really good. Screw 50 Shades of Garbage. Miss Kiss’s sub!Michonne and Dom!Rick Grimes are what you want, what you need, what you deserve. Go forth, and savor every moment of this. In fact, I need to catch up, myself. Hell yeah.

4. Sirens of the ZA, by @isisnicole

ZA AU - Michonne and her two sisters, fierce, trained fighters, find and protect Carl. Richonne begins to develop once Carl is finally reunited with Rick three years later.

Sigh, I love this fic. Miss Isis hooked me with her stellar opening, and the plot just got more and more compelling the more I read. Carl is still very Carl, but he’s got that “loved, protected, and taught to survive by three amazing black women” vibe to him that makes my heart melt. Ila, Luna, and especially Michonne are just everything in this. EVERYTHING. Their relationship is tight af, they keep it real, they are badass warriors (trained, medal-winning warriors, mind) and even though your heart yearns for Rick and Carl to reunite and for Richonne to soar, you cannot help but fall in love with the family dynamic that Miss Isis has written for them with Carl. The tension between Rick and Michonne is even more intense in this than in canon when they first meet, I’d say, but deliciously so. And once they both start to realize the business, it’s time to pull out the popcorn because the buildup is sooooo good. And did I mention an alive Shane and Merle, also written so well you kinda sorta forget they didn’t make it in canon? Yeah. Read this.

5. Red Dirt Road by @siancore

NonZA AU - Young!Richonne in southern af King County, Georgia, teenagers that fall in love one summer along a red, dirt road.

Honestly, this fic is just perfect. The world is real. I can smell the dirt. I can feel the heat. Rick in this is juuuuuuuust….! He’s everything we think of when we think of a teenaged Rick (but not underage of course). Kind, responsible, stoic, patient, respectful, and sexy. Michonne is a vessel for us all, transporting us back in time to when we went to our grandmama’s house and she bossed us while loving us like nobody else could. The whole gang is there and they’re all written to perfection, especially Shane. He’s as shady and selfish and yet completely charismatic as you’d expect a young Shane to be. The story is so sweet and the pacing is comfortable, fun, and easy, just like those summers we spent messing around with our friends, falling in love, learning to drive, staying out after curfew. I adore Sian’s writing and this is by far my all-time favorite of hers right now. It’s a must, must read! 

To Continue Reading, So Help Me…!

1. HALO, by leeeel

Holy smokes. I have only read chapter one so far and it is absolutely amazing. AMAZING. I reeeeaalllyy need to get back into this one. Rick and Michonne meet under dire circumstances, and the mystery begins. The writing transports you, and I actually got chills reading this. CHILLS.

2. Deception by @severelybabykryptonite

YO. I HIGH KEY LOVE “THE BODYGUARD” AND THIS IS THE RICHONNE VERSION AND IT IS EVERYTHING. Rick as a no-nonsense bodyguard to Michonne’s sexy, vulnerable star is a dream come true. I really need to catch up on this one, it’s just so good and it’s visual and it makes my geeky movie+Richonne loving heart soar. 

3. The Day I Met You, by @chezza3009

I almost don’t know how to describe this one. It’s dark. It’s riveting. It’s nothing like I’ve ever read in Richonne before. Rick and Michonne in the aftermath of an affair that leaves Michonne devastated and Rick a mess. I don’t recognize this version of Michonne or Rick, but then I need to continue reading. What I’ve read so far makes me very, very intrigued by this story. And it shall have my undivided attention ASAP.

4. The Beginning, by @vegasloversteel

Once again, Vegaslover has an uncanny ability to hook you with great story telling, dialogue that flows like “how is she doing this??” and chemistry between Rick and Michonne that vibrates off the page. Richonne is hot hot hot in this. Set in their college years with a great plot and fun with all your faves. Gotta catch up!

5. Palm Trees, by @cake-by-thepound

I AM SO UPSET I CANNOT PARTICIPATE IN ANY OF THE JUICY FIC TALK GOING ON ABOUT THIS STORY RN. Arrrrgggh the spoilers I’ve seen alone are killing me not so softly. I just loooove the way Cake writes Richonne’s worlds. Rich, grounded, dramatic but in a real, honest-to-goodness “that could totally happen to me” way that makes me want to stand up and cheer. I know this is going to be a beautiful ride, so far everything I’ve read is perfection, as usual, so I’m really looking forward to the day I am finally caught up and I can (too late, of course) dip into the forums and be like “GURL. BUT CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT PART WHEN…” 

You Thought I Was Done? LOL.

These are the stories I haven’t gotten to yet, but that are also on my list. I’ve heard nothing but good things and I am hoping to get to them soon!

Right Where We’re Supposed to Be by @tigerwalk3I’ve read her mini-fic Sparklers and I cannot wait to dive into this one. Her characterization alone is amazing, and the way she puts phrases and details together makes me low key jealous.

Honey Bees by @cranesinthe-sky - I don’t get enough Michonne and Judith in my fandom diet and I’ve heard some really awesome things about this one. I’ve heard nothing but praise for Lady Cranes’ writing, so I’m excited!

The TWD Chronicles by @yellehughes - I read Yelle’s Richonne Secret Fantasy fic and loved it, and I actually feel rather ashamed that I haven’t gone back to dive into this epic Olympian take on Richonne!! Allow me to correct this, with the quickness. 

The Hunter of Screams, by @codename-me - I started this, and holy crap is it amazing so far. Like me, Lady Codename has a thing for sci-fi and fantasy, and her writing is rich and detailed and visual, which totally turns me on. 

The End of Wanting, by @glowysweetfab​ - I have started this, and love this period AU, it’s immersive and the plot is so interesting I’m not even all that fussed to get to the romance bits (well that’s a lie, of course I’m trolling for smut but I’m really enjoying the ride).

Honestly, there are so many more stories I have favorited/followed that it would take me all night to list them all here. But I will do more posts like these as I finish fics and move on to others, it’s important to me to show the same support for all of these amazingly talented writers that they have shown to me, and to spread as much positivity as possible because they deserve it. 

This fandom is chock a block full of major talent, huge hearts, astonishing intellect, and abundant passion. No one can deny that, and anyone who does is lying. 

READ AND WRITE ON, RICHONNERS!!!!

Thanks for the ask, Anon! 

-Kendra

P.S. I promise I will get back to updating as soon as I can. I’m in the middle of preparing myself to move across the country and transition to a new career. But my beloved fics are always on my mind, and boy do I have such glorious Richonne in store for you! Thanks for sticking with me! I promise you won’t regret adding a few of these ladies to your reading list, either, if you haven’t already. 

SPN 12x16 codafic

destiel
1k, PG
Cas still gets cell reception in Heaven because of plot convenience :)


“You should’ve seen her, Cas.” Dean smiled a little. “She was so confident working the case and fighting off creeps. Hell, she beat the odds on that cure.”

That’s our girl, he wanted to say but didn’t, because that would be weird and where did that come from, anyway? Must’ve been something in the hotel mints he ate. Or maybe in the swimming pool water…

“I am grateful to hear she’s fine now. I will admit, when I saw your text earlier, I feared the worst.”

Dean gripped the wheel tighter with the hand not holding his phone, keeping an eye out for Sam. He’d made the call to Cas while Sam was stocking up on supplies before they headed back to the bunker. From his position, he would be able to see Sam approach the parked car. He really didn’t want to deal with Sam’s ribbing about how often Dean was calling Cas lately. It always reminded him of the fact that he very much didn’t want to think about why going more than a few days without talking to Cas made him anxious.

“Sorry man, that was a dick move, making you worry like that.” Dean had regretted that text the moment he’d sent it, but at the time he hadn’t been thinking clearly. His thoughts had been filled with worry for Claire, pain and horror at the thought of losing her, but also a need to contact Cas and let him know.

Cas had a history with her, after all. He felt responsible for her. Dean had felt strongly that he’d deserved to know what was going on with her. But in his hurry to contact Cas he hadn’t considered that even if Cas wanted to rush over to be with Claire, he couldn’t.

Sometimes Dean forgot that Cas couldn’t use his wings anymore.

It was cruel, what he’d done. And Dean felt guilty for it now. So when he saw the missed call from Cas after Sam and him had waved goodbye to Claire, he knew he owed it to Cas to call him and update him on the situation.

“It’s okay, Dean. I understand why you did it and I appreciate that you even thought of me while you must have had other things on your mind.”

Dean hated it - the way Cas so casually downplayed his importance. As if it was a given that Dean wouldn’t think about him at all, as if that was natural and normal. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep his annoyance in check.

“I know how important she is to you, Cas. Even if I hadn’t sent that text then, I would’ve called you immediately after the hunt was over, like I’m doing now. You deserve to know what’s going on with her. Hell, she even said she misses you.”

During their dinner the night before, Claire had not-so-casually asked about Cas. “So, speaking of creeps, where’s everyone’s favourite flasher coat wearing angel?” she’d asked.

“She tried to hide it, of course, but she was disappointed that you weren’t here. She misses you.” She’s not the only one. “Said she wants you to give her a call. Actually her exact words were: ‘tell that loser to call me sometime. He still owes me for, like, four birthdays.’”

Cas chuckled at Dean’s impression of her. Dean was glad to hear the sound.

“I’ll be sure to do that. I do indeed still owe her a few birthday presents. What do you think she would want?”

“Honestly, man, I’m pretty sure she just wants to hang out with you, though she’d rather die than admit it. She’s a teenager, after all.” Dean was probably breaking some kind of ‘cool older brother’ code by saying this, but – as he’d come to realize in the past few days - his feelings towards her were more parental than brotherly, anyway, so he didn’t feel too bad for ratting her out.

“Oh.” Cas was quiet for a few seconds.

“Yeah, and, uh, I wouldn’t mind coming with you. I know I just saw her, but I’d like to hang out with the kid while nobody’s in mortal peril, you know?” Dean had no idea why he was saying this, but it was true. He would like to hang out with Claire and Cas. Maybe they could hit a county fair, somewhere. Do some really cheesy, family things that would embarrass the hell out of Claire. Yeah, that’d be fun.

“I would like that very much, Dean.” The open affection in Cas’s voice made something not unpleasant squeeze in Dean’s gut. “I look forward to it as soon as my current mission is over.”

At the mention of Cas’s mission, all thoughts of cotton candy, shooting galleries and teddy bear prizes were chased from Dean’s mind. He grimaced at the reminder of Lucifer, Kelly, and the Nephilim. Right, this was their life. They never actually got a break.

“I hear you, buddy. Anyway,” he said, seeing Sam walk out of the convenience store, “I gotta go now. Keep me posted, you hear? Even if you don’t make any progress. I don’t like it when you go dark for too long.”

It was an admission he probably shouldn’t be making but if it encouraged Cas to text or call him more frequently, he really didn’t care.

“I will, Dean. Take care of yourself.”

“You too.” He hung up just as Sam opened the car door.

That night, he dreamed of multi-coloured rubber ducks, Ferris wheels, bouncing blonde curls, and smiling blue eyes.

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anonymous asked:

Sorry if I'm being a bother, but I saw that you said recently that Sam "skipped emotional maturity day at the gym". And I could be missing something, but I don't know where that's coming from? I've always seen Sam as pretty emotionally mature? I'm hoping you could elaborate on why you said that for poor clueless people like me ;--; thank you!!

Ah yes I wrote it last night… at some point after midnight… instead of going to bed… go to bed early kids…

It’s a complicated thing and I am wary of touching Sam criticism with a ten foot pole because we’re all supposed to think that Sam is flawless. If he was, then the character would be dreadful and the show would have become boring after 5 episodes or so. But okay.

Sam isn’t really my area of expertise for a plethora of reasons, I am also bad at tagging so I have no idea how to dig up posts I or someone else have written about the topic, so I can’t really back up my opinions with arguments right now and I don’t really want to make broad statements about Sam just like that.

This said - and this is my interpretation not the Holy Word - I think Sam projects a lot on Dean and sometimes we as a fandom tend to believe Sam’s own perception of himself and Dean rather than the actual versions of them, if it makes sense. Sam doesn’t seem to have a very high emotional intelligence, and tends to empathize when he can see himself in the other person (the “I know what you’re going through because I have been through exactly the same” thing, even if the other person’s issue is not exactly the same as Sam’s). His intentions are good (I’ll never deny that!), but he doesn’t realize that he makes things about himself. Sure, he does help the other person, multiple times; but if he can’t make the thing about himself, he doesn’t connect with the other person. Sam is also seen as the one who talks about feelings, when in reality he locks most of his feelings behind armored doors and is open to talking about feelings… as long as the feelings are Dean’s. Dean does express his feelings, although he’s progressively learned not to be too open with Sam, because Sam has used his emotional honesty against him in the past.

Just the latest episode, imo, highlights his inability to accept the existence of a disagreement between him and Dean (and consequently, the fact that Dean is his own person with his own thoughts, ironically since that’s what he accused Dean of not having at the beginning of the show - and I don’t say this as a criticism of the show, I think this is fascinating and I love it!). Dean is very frankly and fairly calmly pointing out they have different opinions on Jack, Sam realizes he cannot drag Dean to his ‘page’ and turns the conversation about the fact that Dean is too emotionally compromised to think straight (everything is upside-down=your judgement is lopsided). It’s not an accident, it’s done it before in the show. And then he’s like “I get it” while Dean looks at him with an expression that obviously says “no you don’t”… but Sam passes as the one who speaks about feelings! Who is emotionally open and mature! But he said absolutely nothing about his reasons to be attached to Jack, to project his own emotional needs on him. He just says what he thinks Dean needs to hear, when it’s not. Does he have good intentions? Yes. Is he good at the emotional thing? Not really.

I have lowkey the symptoms of a flu (instead of getting the flu like normal people do, I fluctuate for weeks in a state of vague sickness, not bad enough to count as sick, story of my life) so I’ll end the post here, but I’m open to friendly discussion!

BTW I DON’T HATE SAM…….. I LIKE ANALYZING HIM…………… THAT’S HOW I SHOW LOVE………………….. DON’T BE MEAN AT ME

retrouvailles (3/4)

good afternoon, loves! kait aka @mibasiamille​ here to present part three of our 500 follower collaboration fic!! y’all have no idea how excited i’ve been for you to read this part! i hope you enjoy. 🤗

(also, if you haven’t caught up yet, make sure you read part one or part two, as well as take a gander at the beautiful artwork done by the lovely @outlanderedandoverhere​!)


“I have to leave soon.”
The words cut through the silence in the air like a dull blade. The sting of them, despite the softness in tone, made Jamie swallow audibly, as if something was stuck in his throat.

He wrapped his arms tighter around her, the pads of his fingers tracing patterns on the gooseflesh at the base of her spine. “I know,” he murmured against the cloud of her hair.

Neither of them said anything, but she knew what he was thinking. The exact same thing had been on her mind for days–especially the past few–but she had immediately brushed them aside out of the fear that they’d take over the memory of the moment. Ever since she spilled the coffee on his white t-shirt, the time they spent together wandering the city streets or eating in small cafes were the most noteworthy parts of her trip. But every so often, the pang of guilt would settle in the bottom of her stomach; she had to leave and soon. Only until now had she realized that they hadn’t even talked about… it–it encompassing not only the present terms of their relationship, but also where they would take it. Would they stay together and do a long-distance relationship, or would they go their separate ways? Could either of them bear to be so far apart from each other, with over three thousand miles between them?

She moved her head from his shoulder, her eyes meeting his. He wouldn’t look at her. The corner of her mouth lifted up in sympathy as she moved her hand to cup his cheek. “Jamie, I–”

“I dinna want to talk about it yet,” he said softly, cutting her off with a long, sweet kiss.

She fell into a trance for a brief moment before she realized herself and pulled away, although reluctantly. “We need to talk about this now.”

He suppressed a sigh of agitation when she pulled herself from his embrace, pulling the blankets over her chest as she sat upright against the headboard. She couldn’t make eye contact, either, so opted to pick at the stray thread on the duvet. “What are we?”

“What do ye mean?”

She sighed in frustration, dropping the thread. “You know what I mean, Jamie Fraser,” she said sternly, finding the brief courage to meet his eyes. “Whatever we’ve become… what is it, to you?”

She could see the cogs turning in his head. Nervously, she scooted closer to him and rested a hand on his shoulder; he didn’t turn to face her, as he normally did. Avoiding the question entirely, he asked instead, “When are you leaving?”

She let out the short, nervous breath she didn’t know she’d been holding. “My flight is tomorrow night.”

He grimaced, as if she had just punched him in the stomach. “And ye waited until now to tell me this verra important information?” He muttered, each word laced with venom. Finally, he turned towards her and she stared, baffled by the anger in his tone.

She huffed, unsure of how to defend herself. “I–I didn’t… To be honest, I had completely forgotten!”

“What were ye planning to do, then? Just wake up tomorrow morning and walk out of here, pretending like nothing even happened?” He stood abruptly in his agitation, striding towards the window at the other side of the room.

She looked appalled at this notion. “Of course not!”

“What is this to you, then? Just a good fuck while you’re in town?”

“How dare you!” She was seething, throwing the covers off and jumping out of the bed. Pointing an accusing finger at him, she bellowed, “And I asked you first!”

He took a deep breath. “All I can tell you, Claire, is that you aren’t just a good fuck to me.”

“Are you implying that you mean nothing to me?” Her voice came out softer than she had wanted, so she paused and cleared her throat. Meeting his eyes from across the room, she willed herself not to cry as she asked, “And what, exactly, made you think that that’s all you are to me?”

He jumped back slightly, as if he’d been stung. She knew that the words had hit him where it hurt; the defeat in her voice made sure that he knew her feelings ran deeper than surface-level biological need.

She wrapped her arms around herself, covering her bare chest from the chill. Her voice was smaller when she finally spoke again. “Do you truly think so low of me?”

His voice softened, too. “Of course not.” Shaking his head, he walked back towards her, hand outstretched. He looked nervous, but that all melted away when she took it in her own. Pulling her towards him, he sat down on the window’s ledge with her on his lap, arms wrapped tightly around her. Resting his head against her own, she could feel his breath through the thickness of her curls.  “I’m not sure what this is. But if there’s one thing that I do know, Claire, it’s that this…” He ran his hands up and down her arms soothingly, warming her chilled skin. “It isn’t usual.”

“No,” she murmured, wrapping her arms around his own, their fingers entwined. “It isn’t usual. It’s… different.”

“I’m sorry,” he said after a pause, leaning his head against the back of hers. “I didna mean–”

“Don’t.” She turned around to face him, legs straddling his hips and arms wrapped around his neck. Pulling herself in, she rested her head on his shoulder and murmured against his skin, “I’m sorry, too.”

Another moment passed before he said, shyly, “You could stay.”

Her head snapped up suddenly. “Stay?”

“Aye. You could live here,” he paused, obviously nervous. “Wi’ me.”

She bit her lip, contemplating the thought. Could she stay here, in Paris? Make a life for herself with Jamie, eventually turning it into something more? Would she be able to…?

A tear formed in the corner of her eye at the thought, and Jamie reached forward to wipe it away. She met his eyes and saw the sadness hidden in his irises.

“I understand. Ye dinna want to leave yer life behind…” He didn’t say it, but it hung in the air between them: for me.

“No, that’s not it,” she murmured, leaning forward so that her forehead rested on his own. Struggling with the words, she opted for kissing him instead. Hesitantly, he kissed her back.

When she pulled away, she cupped his cheek with her hand. “We don’t have to talk about this right now, Jamie. We can save it for tomorrow.”

“Aye.” He reached for her once more, cupping his hands over her arse before pulling her up and walking them over to the bed.  “Tomorrow.”




The following morning, Jamie had woken up long before Claire. His dreams had betrayed him, telling stories of a love that would never exist: Claire in a wedding dress, walking down the aisle towards him; his first child, pink and writhing, being placed into his arms–she has her hair; sitting in the den of his family home, all twelve of his children surrounding him, his wife’s comforting hand on his shoulder. All the things that could have been, the sorrows of a life that could never be.

He watched her as she slept, took comfort in the slow rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed. Reaching out, he placed a stray curl of hair behind her ear, and took solace in the small smile that stretched across her lips. Memorizing the way her eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes; the light in her irises as she met his own.

“Good morning,” she murmured.

“Morning,” he replied. There was nothing good about this morning.

Through lazy morning conversations, the pair got ready for the day. Claire busied herself packing her suitcase, making sure that she wasn’t leaving anything behind. Jamie kept his distance, trying to make the eventual absence of her less painful. He made a breakfast of eggs and toast, and handed her a mug of coffee with a smile.

After they’d finished eating, it was time for her to leave. As soon as she turned to face him, eyes filled with tears, he couldn’t help himself. He crossed the room in three strides and crushed her to him, his lips telling her everything that he couldn’t say out loud.

“Jamie,” she sighed, pulling away from him. “I want you to know–”

“I love you.”




“Ye’re so beautiful.” He had told her their first night together, in the studio. They had been in and out of each other’s heated embrace for the majority of the night; eventually, she had to take a break. Never had she felt so enraptured in a man–as if she had been with many, anyways–but everything with Jamie was all-consuming, like a flame.  His arms were wrapped around her now, hugging her from behind. He brushed a few curls away from the stickiness of sweat on her neck. “What made ye think that ye weren’t? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“It wasn’t really a what so much as a who,” She murmured dryly.

He waited patiently for her to continue.

“I had a boyfriend a while ago, back home,” She began, licking her swollen lips nervously. “I suppose he had some sort of… expectations when it came to what women should look like. He always told me that my ‘ass to boob ratio was a bit off’, or that the stretch marks on my thighs were ‘disgusting’.” She spat his words out with every bit of harshness she could muster. “I was with him for a while; about two years. I suppose I thought I had loved him, since he was an older man–a solid thirty to my twenty.

“But the longer I was in the relationship, and the more he chastised me for the way I looked, or the things I did I… I realized that I started to hate my own body, because of him. So I broke it off, right after my twenty-second birthday. I’ve been struggling with my self-image ever since.”

“Bastard.” He pulled her closer to him. “He wasn’t worth yer time, Claire. Nobody should berate a woman for how she looks, especially someone with as much natural beauty as you.”

She turned to him and smiled. “You’re such a flatterer, Jamie Fraser.” Bringing her lips to his for a long, passionate kiss, she then giggled out. “And a bloody good one, at that.”




Her voice sounded shrill, even to her own ears. “What?”

“I love you, Claire.” He repeated, the desperation in his voice almost palpable. “Please. Stay.”

She could feel her heart in her throat, choking her with emotion. “I–”

“I can take care of ye. I promise you that nothing will ever happen to ye, so long as ye’re with me.”

Tears started to form in her eyes. Her heart started beating faster in her chest, threatening to break from its confines and join with his. Was she in love with him, too? She inhaled deeply.

“Jamie, I–” She wanted to say it back, but hesitated. She swallowed, a tear falling from her cheek as she regained her composure.

“I’m sorry, I–I can’t.” She murmured, grabbing her suitcase and rushing out of the apartment.

The door closed with a click.




Tears were streaming down her face as she raised a shaking hand, flagging down an oncoming taxi. Upon climbing inside, it took her everything she had not to look back.

The short ride to the airport was a painful one. She kept thinking of all the what-ifs, and eventually making herself miserable in doing so. Instead, she opted to think of the brief memories of their time together. Their first meeting, how he had completely brushed aside the fact that she had burned him raw with her americano. The bright flash of the photo being taken, then seeing said photo hung in his gallery. Their first night together, when he made her feel legitimately beautiful for the first time in years. Walks on the Seine, complete with macaroons and bisque and red wine. The taste of chocolate on his lips. The feel of his hands on her, kneading and molding her into a piece of art. His face, stricken with love and desperation as he said his final words to her.

All of these memories, things she thought she’d be able to hold on to forever, were now locked away. She shoved them into a box and threw them into the darkest confines of her mind. She’d never open that box again.

She handed the driver his pay once they arrived at their destination. Suitcase in hand, she strode through the doors of the airport and headed towards her terminal. Every so often, she would see a flash of red or a camera bag and do a double-take, the hope in her chest rising steadily within her. No matter how hard she tried, he wouldn’t leave her mind; everywhere she looked, he was there, smiling widely at her from behind a camera’s lense. Her heart began to race so fast that she had to run to the restroom, splash a bit of water on her face and will herself to calm down. Should she go back? Should she return to him? Could she?

Upon instinct, she knew she had to go back to him. At least tell him how she truly felt: that she felt the same. Her feet acted before her mind did, and before she knew it, she was racing towards the exit, suitcase bumping against her calves as she ran.

But a thought suddenly struck her and she stopped dead in her tracks, breathing heavily. What if he hates me, now? What if he never wants to see me again? Her feelings overcame her and she ran her free hand through her hair; she wanted to cry, but couldn’t. A sob stopped short in her throat. Closing her eyes and squeezing them shut, she willed herself to calm down.

She took a deep breath before slowly opening her eyes. No longer could she see his face in the strangers around her. And no longer would she think of him, ever again. The box was closed, another skeleton to add to her closet.

“Flight 491 to Boston, Massachusetts is now boarding.”

anonymous asked:

Hey! So idk if you're taking requests but on the off chance that you are, do you have any more headcanons for the YouTube au? I enjoyed the first one sooo much and now I'm way too invested - like would Marinette ever make a channel? Alya? Nino? (P.s. Congrats on finishing tangled ribbons dude!!! It was unbelievably cute and well written and fun and ahhh I've got a lot of love for it!)

YEAH MY DUDE I LOVE THIS AU LETS DO THIS!!!

(i had a bunch of these written down a While Ago but i forgot about them rip im sorry) also??? i cant believe i finished tangled ribbons?? constantly in awe that thats done 

part one

  • adrien covering ed sheeran songs
    • this is super random but i think it’s important
    • (this was written before the new album but my point stands)
  • nino helps adrien set up a better mic system once he finds out about the youtube thing
    • it becomes a Thing™️️ where they get together and talk about tech and adrien will film a video or two and then they’ll sit on the couch and watch movies or binge anime and pig out on ice cream
    • they keep doing it once adrien is just as well versed in audio equipment as nino is
  • nino geeks out over adrien’s camera
  • adrien totally gets the camera that ninos been eying for ages when he needs to replace his, because nino helps him with recording so often. nino almost cries when he first holds it

(this got kinda long)

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anonymous asked:

Hey, I've been wanting to start a webcomic for a while and since you have one, I was wondering if I could get some tips? You know, stuff like hosting websites, canvas size, more or less how you went about drafting/storyboarding it and keeping it going? If you have time to do it, that is! Thank you!

yaaaaas!! i love talkin about webcomics XD 

hosting stuff depends on what you want! i always wanted to just have my own site, so i made my husband code it up for me lol. but there are CMS things you can use if you don’t know how to code… stuff like comicpress [part of wordpress]. i don’t know much about this to be honest, but i know comics like the meek and the ironclad man use this, to give you an idea. the layouts are simple but customizable.

there’s alsi webcomic hosts that have built in [but much more limited] templates you can jump in with…these alsot have like, a built in audience, basically, since a lot of ppl use them to host, and they have forums and stuff like that. for that, there’s SmackJeeves [which kinda has a reputation for boy love comics for some reason, but there’s a lot of other genres on there too xD], Tapastic [tho it looks like they re-branded since i last looked?? they are ‘tapas’ now?…idk what else changed], and WebToons… and likely others, but these are the ones i remember. 

SJ is the oldest surviving one, so i’d say maybe it’s the most dependable? but you can research to see which one seems like the best fit for you if you wanna do the community route. [i’m also a part of a webcomic collective called spiderforest, which has the option to host member comics, but the comic has to be established already and apply during application season xD]

as for canvas size and all that, it depends on your aim. i started d*s with no plan to print it and it bit me in the ass down the line when i decided i wanted to print. i can’t print it as it is on the site, cos i drew waaay too small, and the pages were different sizes… plus i had 0 bleed/trim space, so my dialogue and art would get cut into if i printed it as it is. [i have an ongoing chore of redrawing the old pages for print which is stalled midway thru vol 1… it sucks lol] 

so if you plan to print, think about what size you might want the books to be. you can look at popular webcomics and see what their dimensions match up to and make a decision based on that xD there are a lot of bleed/trim templates you can look at on sites like printninja and ka-blam. [u can hit me up if u can’t find them, their sites can be mazelike lol]

as for drafting stuff… i pretty much know how the story is going already. i have the plot points and like 50% of the dialogue already written xD the drawing part, it’s like… my process for my current page is:

script [it’s super barebones lol]:

Vix:
But where would he be this time of night…?

[she thinks of the time she saw the ribbons, looking nervous]

Vix:
should I try that again…?
it was an accident last time…
maybe if I’m aware of it, I can–

[red glow, Vix looks kind of pleased. she follows the strings to the roof.]

^^^ i usually try to stay about 4 - 5 chapters ahead of the current update with my script, which helps me spot plot holes and revise dumb stuff i wrote before it goes live lol.

thumbnails:

[oops this has a preview of the next page too lmao. enjoy, non-patrons?]
i try to stay 10 thumbnails ahead of the current page for this lol.


inks:

[i don’t have ink buffers, i do ink and colour at the same time…]

colours+effects:

…i pretty much post these as soon as i finish them lol. 


idk if any of this helps but if you have more questions, lemme know ;0;/  you can feel free to pm me too!!

Tutorial/ Work process

I remembered I promised (back in January, uff) to make some kind of tutorial or work process of this artwork, after some of you asked me.



So, here you go, from the beginning to the end in more or less 25 steps with photos and three short videos and comments :D.

Everything’s under the cut, because it’s a lot.


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(dis)enchanting (chapter 1)

fandom: girl meets world 
ship: riley x lucas 
word count: 2,941
summary: in which lucas friar is invisible and spills all his secrets to an online anonymous best friend, jexica. and riley matthews is the most popular girl in school who feels most comfortable talking to an online cowboy. one night, the homecoming masquerade dance is about to change everything .// or the rucas cinderella story au that no one asked for.
notes: so….i’m starting a multi chaptered fic….let’s see how this goes. i’ve had this idea for a while, so here it is. please enjoy and let me know what you think!!! 

read on ao3 

M O N D A Y

“Lucas! Lucas! Were you listening to a word I was saying?” Isadora Smackle’s voice is loud and disruptive and it effectively snaps Lucas from his daze, and he focuses his attention back on his best friend, who’s staring at him with a cocked eyebrow and an annoyed look on her face. He grins sheepishly, knowing that he’d been caught.

“No, sorry, Smackle. You were talking about your chemistry class though, right?” Lucas takes a sip of his water, desperately trying to keep his eyes on his friend, and now the brunette girl three tables down from them. He watches Smackle roll her eyes, seemingly knowing exactly where Lucas’ attention was, but she didn’t comment.

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anonymous asked:

I lov Hobi's nose and all but I've seen some posts that say hes gotten plastic surgery? Do u know? If any of the members have? They're just so perfect

First of all. Yes, I agree, Hobi’s nose is beautiful. But I am not sure if I could be a credible source to judge this matter. I am no surgeon nor have I gone under the knife to know enough to determine this. No medical receipts, no certainty.

We all have to understand though, the culture in South Korea with regards to their acceptance of physical alteration via plastic surgery is very different. There is a very well researched blog entry I have read which was written by a fellow ARMY in Army Amino named  — cuddly yoongi ♡. Her article is titled “Inside South Korea's︱Plastic Surgery Industry “ it’s a good read for anyone hoping to get a better understanding on the matter.

Anyway, yes, I also view them as perfect, but I think that their flaws make them that way. Beautifully unique. Usually, when people nip and tuck, they first change their nose, eyes, jaw lines, and cheek bones. They do this to perfect whatever flaw they believe they have. Bangtan is perfect but not flawless. And I love that about them.

JUNGKOOKIE’S BIG NOSE AND BUNNY TEETH

We just add this to the list of reasons why we find him adorable. His hyungs usually tease him about it but he seems so unfazed. 

 TAETAE’S UNEVEN EYES

I find this really attractive. He actually asked ARMY during a fansign if he should “fix” it to match. ARMY said no. Taetae kept it LOL

CHIMCHIM’S UNEVEN EYES AND SNAGGLE TOOTH

A coordi noona revealed in an interview that the most difficult to put make-up on is Jimin because they have to make his eyes match. I personally find this flaw endearing. Then add his cute snaggle tooth, total would be Park Jimin’s charm. Jimin also has a naturally round face. Sadly, this is why he diets soooo much just so he could show his jaw line. 

JOONIE’S ROUND NOSE AND DIMPLES

Honestly, I think Namjoon is flawless. From a different angle Namjoon’s nose seems small. He has a cute button nose. But when he smiles it widens, top it off with the dimples that are biologically abnormalities, and we all melt.

HOBI’S LONG NOSE AND FACE

Hobi has had that nose for a long while now. He and Namjoon have been attacked by antis for their looks in the past, but honestly, I think they are beautiful. Specially in person!

YOONGI’S GUMS AND WIDE NOSE

One of my favorite things about Yoongi is his smile. His nose is not perfect and his wide smile is not conventionally beautiful, but what is not to love when he looks this adorable when he is happy? Like Jimin, Yoongi has a naturally round face. He keeps himself thin to show us the jaw line that people like seeing.

JIN, WORLDWIDE HANDSOME

No, I refuse to be the one to find any flaw in this gorgeous specimen of a man! LOL How great must it be to be born beautiful LOL

IN THE END…

Should it really matter? Like I said, their industry and culture are very open when it comes to plastic surgery. (Open, yet taboo LOL) The irony is that people know this and yet judge those who choose to avail of these alterations. People hold idols to have a different, much higher standard of beauty but also throw shade to any of them who try to meet said standards.

BTS’s new comeback is about loving yourself and accepting the you that you are. Regardless of whether or not they have gone under the knife, don’t we love and admire them because of their music, passion, and skill? :)

To close, I leave you with a quote from Min Yoongi, during his Agust D interview with Grazia.

“The Mass Media creates all this fuss about the absolute standard of beauty. But on the other side of the world, there are people who starve to death. Shouldn’t we be aware of those things more? If I become a clean and inspiring person, I believe I can make people turn their heads on those things more.”

chloeolivialuce  asked:

Hi! I was wondering if you'd do a request where the rfa plus v and saeran have a mc obsessed by cats, especially her own. Like she's the sort of person to spend hours looking at cat photos and such. I've grew up with a family cat that I've had for almost ten years and I now have a one year old cat who I spoil so my whole family is a cat family. Thanks, sorry if this is confusing! Good luck on your blog!!

Aw kitty cat 🐱

(Sorry I’m struggling on a couple characters for the tickling kink so i’ll post it tomorrow)


Yoosung : while he wants to be a veterinarian, he’s not completely crazy about animals or cats, but he does think they are cute. He’ll use the opportunity of his s/o’s experience to ask them a lot of questions on cats so he can learn stuff that’s not in his books. He won’t really follow his s/o’s adoration on cats or spoil their pet very much but he’ll try to get along with it.

Zen : oh boy, out of all the animals out there it had to be a cat. He’d be conflicted because hhhhh cats but also, they make his s/o happy and that makes him happy so hah what do you do in this situation ? Well, Zen would decide to make an effort every once in a while by stuffing himself with medication for his allergies and staying with his s/o while they pet their cat but most of the time, he just stays far away from them, sulking because he wants to be spoiled too.

Jaehee : she has war flashbacks of all the pain Elizabeth caused her and oh man, she’s having a hard time not glaring at her s/o’s cat. She wouldn’t want to be in the same room, alone, with that cat but otherwise, she’ll just ignore its presence. But if it starts leaving hair all over the place, she’ll start being a lil bitter at the kitty cat so I hope her s/o’s cat is a sweetheart who doesn’t make a mess and who’s quiet too because otherwise, she won’t really want to keep it, sorries

Jumin : he already knew his s/o was his one and only but now, it’s confirmed : s/o is Jumin’s soulmate, it’s written in the cats blessings. He would love his s/o’s cat as much as Elizabeth and would spoil everyone in this little family, nothing’s too good for them. He’d love how they act with their cat, he’d find it adorable but he gets jealous though so watch out yes he gets jealous of a cat, moving on

707 : another match made in heaven. He’ll be so happy to finally have a cat he can pet whenever he wants without having to hack into Jumin’s security. He’ll spoil his s/o’s cat but not in the same way as Jumin, rather, he’ll turn that cat into a famous internet meme by constantly posting pictures of it in weird outfits and buy it a bunch of toys and plushies (like daifuku the shiba inu 😗).

V : aww anything that’s fluffy and cuddly is V’s friend! I think he’d like how elegant and calm (some) cats are and he’d love it if he could take photos of his s/o and their cat together, or just the cat alone (or just the s/o alone too). He wouldn’t mind at all how obsessed his s/o is with their cat, he wouldn’t get jealous either looking at you jumin, he’d find it adorable and would unconsciously smile at them with hearts in his eyes when they cuddle with their cat. Also, I feel like animals love him and just flock around him for no reason so heh, his s/o’s cat will probably love him right away.

Saeran : a bit cautious at first because he’s never had a pet and it looks both small and fragile but also, those sharp claws and intense eyes would make him a bit scared. But then, he sees the squishy little toe beans and he needs to boop them. And he does. And that’s how he started loving cats. He actually finds it comforting to hold one and hide his face in its fluffy tummy. If his s/o spent too much time with their cat and ignored him, he wouldn’t handle it very well so look out for that.

An Open Letter to the Overwatch Community

– written by somebody who probably has no business writing it. ;)

So my blog, overwatchuserboxes, was for some reason deactivated from Tumblr briefly last night/early this morning. I luckily heard back from Tumblr support staff after a while and, as you guys can probably tell, the blog is back up and running! :) 

I can’t figure out if this was just a random mistake or if something else happened, but I’ve been over the Tumblr rules and guidelines and I’m confident I didn’t violate any of their terms. But in light of the recent influx of hatred and viciousness in my inbox related to some of the userboxes I have made on request, I instantly wondered if there was some sort of correlation. I don’t think there was, but the fact that I had the thought is ridiculous in itself!! So. Just a (slightly wordy, sorry) post from me re: ship hate and my ~feelings~ below, if you’d like to keep reading. If not, have a lovely day! ❤

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On delays, the rest of season one, and being whelmed.

Before I get to the post-proper, this is me offering a cyber high-five to anyone who got the “whelmed” reference!

Hello all!

Alex Brown here! Your friendly, neighborhood co-showrunner. First, I’d like to thank each and every one of you for supporting our show - when we released our first episode nearly a year ago, I figured it would be a fun side project to do with my friends, and that maybe some old college acquaintances who knew us would listen.

I’m over-the-moon ecstatic that I was wrong. Your response to our episodes, our characters, our music (which is the best part, let’s be real), and the humor we try to put in our stage directions is beyond anything I could’ve ever dreamed of. Throughout this past year, we’ve seen spectacular fan art, amazing fan fics, lots of fantastic theories, moodboards that fill my heart with more joy than I can express, and lots of other great things. As someone who’s lived the past six or so years as a frustrated writer who has struggled to get published, it’s been ridiculously fulfilling to see that I’m capable of helping to create something that people can genuinely connect to.

With that said, I want to let you all know where I’m at with a few of our processes, because, for me, the struggle right now is quite real. It’s not really a secret that one of our mini-episodes, Home, was influenced a lot by my own experience with depression. It’s certainly something that Etta has, too - but a lot of what’s in there are things I’ve felt for a long time. And, for me, some of those things still linger. 

I have mechanisms in place to help confront these thoughts. Other than on-going therapy, I like to put a lot on my proverbial plate to keep busy when I’m not in an introspective mood. My day job helps with a lot of that - during the school year I’m often in late-night meetings, or meeting with student groups on the weekend. I was hoping to have a little more free time this summer, but my day job seems determined to keep adding to my growing to-do list.

I’m also stage managing a show this summer, which has been lots of fun (and is totally my jam - I’m a way better stage manager than I am a stage actor, lemme tell ya). But the theater I’m working with is about an hour away on a good day, so there’s a lot of driving involved at the moment.

There are other things I’m trying to balance as well - getting another book written (as that’s been on hold for…about a year now), trying to make sure that my friends stay connected (being scattered around the country makes that a bit harder), trying to just… have some downtime and read a book, or watch The Bachelorette. All of these things are very important to my mental health - and all of these things haven’t been happening nearly as much as they should.

That was a very long-winded explanation of what’s going on with me, but I wanted to share that with you all, because I want you to know that I take this show seriously. It’s pushed me creatively, taught me new skills, made me a better writer, certainly a better actor, and I hope a better friend. I truly adore the community that’s been built around this podcast, and I can’t wait to see what you all think of the rest of season one!

And that’s what the point of this post is, I think. I have most of what I need for episode 11, but what I don’t have right now is a lot of time. As we’ve said lots before, I get individual audio from each actor, have to sift through all of their takes, and piece the puzzle together from there. It can take hours - sometimes, most of the time, it winds up taking days. Which is not a problem if I didn’t have lots of other time consuming obligations tugging me in their direction - but, here we are. I’m writing this note at 1:46 in the morning because I didn’t get back from rehearsal until 11:10 PM, caught up on The Bachelorette, and now have time to craft this note.

So, what I’m getting at is that we have sixteen planned episodes for season one, and we are very close to getting episode 11 out to you. I promise that I’ll try my best to get that done before June, but the show I’m stage managing opens right at the end of the month, so things might be a little hectic.

Once episode 11 goes out, we’re going to take another hiatus to prep the rest of the episodes. This time, I don’t plan to lift the hiatus until the rest of season one is edited and ready to be released. Unfortunately, I don’t have a timeline for you yet - and, seeing as how release dates seem to be a bit flexible when it comes to this show - I think it makes sense not to speculate right now. Once we know when episode 11 is coming out - and when the rest of season one will happen - we’ll let you know. I promise.

In the meantime, I’m hoping to get some admin stuff straightened out so we can start to sell our wonderful merchandise! The response we got to our designs was amazing, and I want to make sure that you all have access to that if you’d like to rep the show somehow! (And props again to Em and Eliza for the rad designs!). Once I get a handle on that, we’ll also launch our Patreon - but I want to make sure we have cool rewards for all of you, because you deserve the best! I don’t want to try to rush into things for the sake of having/doing them anymore - and I think waiting on these things will help us in the long run.

Wow, this note was much longer than I anticipated. Uhhh, so, yeah. We’re still here, and we will continue to make content and tell what we hope is one kick-ass story. It just might take us a while, and that’s 100% on me. I am but one person, and there are but 24 hours in a day. But we’ll get there together, one way or another.

So thank you, thank you, thank you for your support! You’ve made this whole experience into probably the best thing I’ve ever done, and I’m so glad you’re here. 

If you’re going to stay for a while and would like some chocolate fondue, I hear there’s some overflowing in the kitchen.

#Ketta4ever

-Alex

alright so i’ve seen a lot of reticence to the idea of a jon con theory wrt his relationship and interactions with d/ny and the argument is mostly rooted in ‘well j/n is far too noble to do that!’ or it’s being branded by some people as a ‘r*’pe by deception’ plot which imo is…………..a reach. 

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anonymous asked:

So sorry to bother you about this, I'm sure you get lots of similar asks, but I just found out about Storenvy scams yesterday, I had no idea they existed, and now I'm quite anxious about whether I've lost money. Do you know if the store DiamondHoney is reputable?

Hi there, it’s not a bother at all! While scams are common on Storevny, they’re also on pretty much any marketplace platform - including Etsy. I’ve written a short guide on how to spot scammers on storenvy here, which you mind find helpful.

As for Diamond Honey, I do honestly believe they are a legitimate store. I’ve communicated with the owner before and he has even been kind enough to send me a few of his items before with handwritten notes included in the packages which leads me to believe he ships the packages off from home. Diamond Honey still use a third party supplier which they get their pieces off (not handmade) BUT, they post them from their own home instead of being a drop ship company which is nice. 

As I’ve stated above in the guide I wrote, if you are concerned with the stores legitimacy then it doesn’t hurt to e-mail them and maybe ask for some photos of other products, sizing guides, etc, just to gauge their response time or to even see if they reply at all :-) 

Hope this helps!

anonymous asked:

Hi i was the one who sent in the family photo hc!!! I have another one that i absolutely adore. I wanted to make a comic from Geoff perspective seeing jack before transitioning having a mood/vision board. It started out with cute dresses and make up and a nice vacation spot for geoff and her to visit on holiday. Mostly her life with goeff being happy even tho she lives in a shitty apartment in a shitty phobic area. Pt 1 (im on mobile sorryy)

But as time goes on they get into some nasty business and meet nasty people (turned family).Slowly she replaces vacation spots with mugs shots and dresses with guns and Geoff starts to worry. He pulls her aside one day after seeing her placing up a bloody picture of gavin that was featured on the front page of the los santos newspaper. He asks why she has changed why she supports them all and why she has given up her dreams of pampering and vacations. Pt2!

But she just smiles and says that this is her dream and she wouldnt change it for the world.  (Or st like that but it got abandoned a very long time ago)

When Jack told him she wanted to start transitioning he supported her wholeheartedly, of course. He could see how much happier she was whenever she got to let loose and let down the front that the unforgiving neighborhood around them made her use. She started wearing dresses, cute, flowing and full of bright colors and patterns, she started experimenting with makeup, and was of course a natural at it, and for the first time in a while, Geoff saw her smile brighter than ever. The area around them didn’t lighten up, however. There were still people that would eye them in disgust, people who would shout things out their car windows, and people that made Geoff fear for her safety, but she never seemed to back down, not when Geoff was by her side. 

Nonetheless, he wanted her to have a place where she felt safe, so he bought her a tiny house by the beach that he could come and visit her in, one that she could lay out on the beach in the warm sun and sand and be herself. But they get close, and some of Geoff’s personal life bleeds in. It soaks the pretty corners of her life, the ones she kept out of their unconventional life, and her life goes from pretty red nails and summer dresses to broken knuckles and bloodied heist gear. He still has this image of her, her hair blowing in the light breeze from the ocean, the sun giving her a warm halo of light and highlighting each freckle on her skin, a smile gracing her lips as she talks animatedly to him, stuck in his mind. It vastly contrast to the woman standing before him, a gun shoved in her back pocket and her hair tied back, hanging a battered picture of their Golden Boy, a sneering, bloodied smile on his lips, on their wall like a trophy, her bruised knuckles smoothing the photograph with care. 

Its hard to picture the same person on the beach, and it worries him. Has he taken that safe, carefree warmth away from her and plunged her into this life? He voices his concern one day, and Jack laughs, and its warm and the freckles on her cheeks are the same ones Geoff remembers in the sun on the beach. She grabs his hand and squeezes it. “This is my life, this is my dream, Geoff. It’s who i want to be. I never really wanted to be a princess, but queen of Los Santos sounds pretty damn good to me.” And Geoff laughs too, because he realizes now that the waters inside Jack were never calm, they were rough and wild and hungry, and Jack couldn’t have fit in better with the Fakes if she tried.

Fic Prompt

A while back, an anon sent me a prompt from this post and I just finished it because I’m the worst™

This is dedicated to not only said anon, but also to my fellow members of the shrixie defense squad™ @swearronchanel  and @beatrix-franklin for helping me think of puns 😂

prompt: “Stop it, you’re embarrassing me” for Trixie & Shelagh 

Shelagh sat at her desk, tapping her pencil eagerly. She had been checking her watch constantly, shifting uncomfortably in her seat as she painfully watched each second pass. In one hand, she held a blue slip of paper tightly in her hand, and it had begun to crumple from the pressure. Shelagh could feel her forehead begin to sweat, and she felt butterflies in her stomach. Instinctively, she rested a hand on her tummy, rubbing in a circle pattern. Suddenly, a cheerful voice from behind her snapped her back to reality.

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so this time last year i was really lonely. i don’t have anything even closely resembling a social life irl, i go to work, i visit my parents and grandparents, and i go to church when i can manage. i don’t have any online friends that live on this side of the planet so i never met up with people, and i’ve only got one irl friend that i manage to see every few months. the only socialisation i got was online, but it was sporadic and unorganised. i didn’t speak to many people on here, even though its where i spent all my time, so i felt like i was in a bit of a vacuum, like i just didn’t really have any other humans to communicate with? it was so isolating, i used to write about it in my night journal to try and vent, but it didn’t make anything feel better really.

one year on and my real life is pretty much exactly the same, but i feel like everything is different. my online communication and tumblr relationships have developed so much in the last year and i feel so much more connected to people. i can’t even explain how much of a difference its made, even just how much happier i am. i still feel geographically isolated but i don’t feel alone, and i wanna say how much i really appreciate everyone that i talk to on here, and those of you i’m mutuals with. you all have no idea how big an impact you’ve had in my life over the last 12 months. i just wanted to say thankyou to all of you for making me feel less lonely.

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