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

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.


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.

SPN 12x16 codafic

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:

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!)


(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

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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 


“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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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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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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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!

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.

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.



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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m-sherezade  asked:

Part 1) I have my thoughts a little between yours and those of Mittensmorgul. On the one hand, I think something happens to Cas. I don't know if he can be manipulated in part for the Nephilim or the visions of the future, given to him some kind of clarity. 12.19 insisted about deal with the importance of Dean and Sam for Cas to protect them. I also believe in the instincts of Dean...In feeling something strange for Cas, he knows him very well. ->

Part 2) But like you I want to believe that everything is for a reason and Castiel he’s the hero and Sam and Dean get him back. I have my doubts but I really want to see that he is correct and TFW fight jointly against of Lucifer again. I have been confused many times but… Anyway I always want to have hopes in Cas. The most clear is that he loves Sam and Dean And I hope that does not change anything. (I could not express myself very well, sorry).

I’m so sorry it took me forever to answer this… my inbox has been insane since last ep, so apologies I wanted to give this justice!

Chuck ok, I started out writing this post all casual like in my drafts for a few days and I ended up flailing again because new stuff has now come out yesterday and I am seeing that more people seem to agree with my earlier thoughts and now I’m just…

Originally posted by superoncelock

You can see where I was casual and where I started flailing in this post!

So, the whole point here is that we are supposed to be wondering. It just fits the overall narrative of the show leading into endgame and for Cas himself for me so much better if he isn’t brainwashed but as I said recently I am still myself on the fence, kind of in between what I understand are other people’s concepts: @amwritingmeta who is very very convinced Cas is in no way brainwashed and @elizabethrobertajones and @mittensmorgul who do see some strong influence going on there in some way or another.

I am more on the fence though pretty much down on the side of free will, thinking Cas is in a bit of a grey area (which I also love because HELLO SEASON LONG THEME OF THE GREY AREA) but I am definitely heavily leaning towards him having his own free will while being so strongly convinced by what he has been shown that he appears under it’s spell, though to me he just seems more like old Castiel rather than the broken shell of an Angel Cas.

Which is also SO important for me to his overall arc, to reconcile his two sides of himself rather than completely disregard his old self (which is also EXACTLY the reconciliation endgame for Sam and Dean so makes extreme sense).

But also this is super jarring to us AND MORE IMPORTANTLY TO DEAN because Cas hasn’t had this much faith since… YEARS?! So of COURSE Dean is all ‘thats not the guy I fell in love with’, coupled with the ‘blind’ Dean subtext while he’s worrying about Cas this season…like AAH!

The last time he was this sure of himself was 6x20…depending how you see it and heck, we are definitely supposed to compare this with season 6. 

And what happened in season 6? 

Oh yeah…

Cas was right, even though he went behind their backs to try and protect them and pretty much single handedly ended the second apocalypse

If Sam and Dean had helped him instead of going against him I think it is heavily implied that he would also then not have ended up releasing the Leviathans because it was their betrayal and basically the fact that Dean didn’t trust him that meant he felt that they weren’t family and led him to go all Godstiel… Family and trust, which is AGAIN a theme this season…

source: @super-sootica

So: trying to protect them by going behind their backs, Crowley being very important in the background, the theme of Cas being family (or not), ALL the 6x20 / 12x19 parallels…


Why? In my theory this means that to subvert s6 Cas has to this time manage to convince Dean that what he is doing is right (as a subversion of season 6) but also as @amwritingmeta so rightly says, a subversion of their ORIGINAL STORY in season 4 where Dean convinced Cas to rebel and choose free will.

Also, this furthers the overall story so much more if TFW are all on one side (which they appear to be in the promo pics) in this season’s finale and manage to defeat the big bad together (as a direct opposite to s6) but then that something else i.e. cosmic consequences hello? tears them apart…because DESTIEL BREAK UP THEORY (which I’ve been harping on about since forever but basically is my theory that 12x19 would be an argument and chosen separation, 12x20-21 would be Dean facing himself and the finale would entail a reconciliation and a forced separation, and, well, at the moment we are right on track…).

Now, don’t forget that Dabb LOVES 6x20. HE WROTE A WHOLE EPISODE BASED ON PARALLELING DESTIEL IN 6x20 TO A CANON COUPLE IN BLOODLINES. Is it any surprise that he has said himself that they have gone all META in this finale?! I can’t help but think about all of this speculation when I saw that he said that yesterday…

Now, the OTHER NEW INFO that made me flail as per the above re: Cas … 

At Asylum yesterday @amwritingmeta has written here down a paraphrasing of what Misha actually said that he sees / plays Cas as having a ‘cultish devotion’ to the Nephilim but which does not take away his human side, the implication being that it is his humanity that links them and that he is not brainwashed. Now, cast are NOT writers, also this is still open to interpretation but for me this even more furthers my belief in this until proven otherwise :)

Chuck, I mean, the issue is that there has been so much going around here the last 2 days that reemphasises my gut feeling and thoughts on the finale since like 12x10 that suddenly I’m on a meta high and I’m sure it’ll come crashing down at least a little as I in no way expect to be right about all my speculation as there is still so much misdirection and surprises yet to come… but I still can’t help but get extremely excited :)

anonymous asked:

Can you do a drabble about the mom squad?

“Hi everybody,” Seokjin forces a smile on his face. “So glad you can all make it to our moms only, biweekly, sometimes themed, brunch book club.” He tucks a strand of hair behind his ear. “And so glad none of you know how to use coasters.”

Hakyeon sets cupcakes on the coffee table, placed neatly on a tray shaped like a pumpkin. It’s not a Halloween themed brunch but when it comes to Vixx, everything is Halloween. “I made some sweets for all of you sweets.”

Seokjin clears his throat, tucks more hair behind his ear. “Are you sure you ‘made’ those? Because I’m pretty sure I saw them on sale at the grocery store last week, sweetie.”

Hakyeon laughs forcefully. “Ha ha you caught me.” Then he purposely spills iced tea on Seokjin’s white carpet. “Anyway, Minhyuk, why don’t you have a cupcake?”

“Sorry,” says Minhyuk. No, not that Minhyuk. No, the other one. No, the other one. BTOB Minhyuk. “I’m on a new kale soy wheat kale and grass diet.”

“Yeah if you’re going to indulge, might as well eat one of the delicious treats that I made myself in my kitchen with my own two hands and didn’t buy at a store,” Seokjin tucks someone else’s hair behind their ears.

Hakyeon clears his throat, “Well it’s just so hard to find the time to bake when you’re as busy as I am. You know, with opportunities and talent and such.” He smiles brightly and then adds under his breath, “Bitch.”

“Please don’t fight guys,” Junmyeon says. “This is supposed to be a motherload of fun. With no dads and just moms.” He turns to new mom of the group Seungcheol, “Did you get my pun?”

“While we’re asking this new mom questions,” Seokjin leans on his hands. “What’s it like to have 17 sons?”

“Uh,” Seungcheol starts. “There’s not actually 17 of us. There’s 13 of us because opposite b plus or minus the square root of b squared minus 4 AC over 2A.”

“I remember when I had 17 sons,” Junmyeon says and then just starts crying. “But they just left and left me.”

“You never had that many,” Hakyeon tells him. “Don’t you know anything about Exo-M? I think I know more than you,” Seokjin tucks Hakyeon’s hair behind his ear. “Maybe that’s why they left. My favorite son Leo is great friends with your son Lay and he’s said some things…”

Junmyeon flips the coffee table over, “Don’t you take my son from me!”

“Now look what you did!” Hakyeon yells. “There are cupcakes all over the carpet.”

“Store bought cupcakes all over my carpet,” Seokjin screams. “Phony, faker cupcakes!”

“Shut the hell your mouth,” Hakyeon tells him, swiping all of Seokjin’s not-store bought pastries on the floor. Minhyuk senses a fight and runs out of the house. Once out in the fresh air he decides to run ten miles before hitting the gym. Hakyeon squares up, “You’ve all made an error today, moms!”

Meanwhile, Himchan walks in two hours late, wearing a faux fur coat, fresh off of his yacht which had been traveling around luxury islands for months. “What’d I miss?”

Because I Don’t Sleep At All Without You Pressed Up Against Me

HI so this is a kinda sorry-i-haven’t-been-posting-that-much-but-here-have-this-while-u-wait-for-bwybms kinda thing aLso what is UP with the title how long do i have to make it smh im sorry ANYWAY i decided to write a lil more of the more-than-bestfriends-less-than-boyfriends kinda thing because imo it’s so underrated and CUTE so thsi is kinda written on those grounds i hope it ok anyway BYE

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dan and phil are tired teenage art students who nap together a lot


Dan doesn’t think it should be legal to wake up before nine am.

He yawns, throwing his bag up to his bed on the top bunk, leaning against the metal ladder, and fighting the urge to throw himself up there along with his luggage. They have to be out of the hotel by six pm, something about visiting a seaside museum, bring your sketchbooks, don’t be late, blah blah blah – Dan had stopped listening after the first two minutes.

He hasn’t slept in what has to be over thirty-six hours; he’d lost last night’s sleep to cramming in some last-minute packing at four in the morning after having forgotten about it all night, and by the time he’d finished, it had been time to leave for the trip. He hadn’t been able to sleep on the coach – in his opinion; noisy, clumsy, uncomfortable and dirty vehicles aren’t exactly the best napping environments; especially considering he’d often be described as one of those annoying ‘fussy sleepers’ who literally cannot get to sleep unless they’re in absolute pitch darkness and silence. Which, considering he’s sharing a room with five others for a week, is probably going to cost him another couple of nights’ sleep, so he’ll be sure to look forward to that.

He doesn’t quite know why he’s even going on this stupid art trip. He’d only used it as an excuse to skip school for a week, but now he isn’t too sure where he’d rather be.

He yawns again, squeezing his eyes shut and scratching his head. Fuck, he doesn’t want to go out tonight. He doesn’t think he can manage it; he’ll get half an hour into the museum before passing out on the floor.

The en-suite bathroom door shuts, and his black-haired classmate emerges, drying his damp face with a flannel. If Dan didn’t know any better, he’d assume Phil is just as tired as he is and had just splashed cold water on his face in an attempt at staying awake.

That doesn’t seem like a bad idea, actually. Maybe he should try it.

“You alright?” Dan raises his eyebrows, eyeing the boy up and down.

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anonymous asked:

I was wondering - you've mentioned before that your blog isn't Moffat friendly, and I've seen a lot of DW fans that haven't liked him much. What are some examples of him writing sexist episodes/badly developed characters? Or do you have other issues with him? Sorry, I'm just curious as to how you feel (I'm just starting season 6 now, but I couldn't tell why he's so hated, although I wasn't really looking out for it)

*deep breath* Oh boy it’s been a LONG time since someone gave me permission to go on a Moffat rant.

I’m sure it goes without saying that this is going to be extremely anti Moffat. Avert your eyes.

There are a lot of reasons I don’t like Moffat, tbh. I’m going to start with the simplest one – you could drive a truck through some of the plot holes in his episodes. The most obvious one is The Angels Take Manhattan. Okay, fine. The Doctor couldn’t go back to that specific date to save Rory and Amy. Fine. Go to the day after. Or the day after that. Instead of, you know, leaving them trapped in the past.

“But Sam, they needed to leave!”

They’re are at least five ways it would have been better to write them off without leaving the question of “why can’t the Doctor just go to New Jersey and pay for them to take a taxi to him?”

Next – Moffat’s episodes are all flash, no substance. They are undeniably pretty – he reaps the benefits of four seasons of excellent writing and got a bigger budget than RTD in return. But the writing is shallow af and is almost impossible to get emotionally invested in. His Doctors are selfish children who mistake being rude assholes for being “edgy,” and his “emotional” scenes fall flat.

“But Sam he won awards for his writing!”

Yeah, well. Donald Trump is president. People make bad choices sometimes.

Now on to his sexism. I did a huge post about this a while back, which I’ll link at the end of this, but the tl;dr version is:

Moffat’s women have almost no character. I mean, okay, okay, okay, Clara was bossy, River was “strong,” Amy was sassy, whatever. But it’s so two-dimensional. When the characters were written by other people they were fantastic – one of my favorite Moffat-era eps is Vincent and the Doctor. Amy was fantastic in it. The writing was fantastic. Everything about it was fantastic. I cried. Unashamedly.

But the way Moffat set the characters up…they had no lives outside the Doctor. They weren’t characters, and their entire lives revolved around the Doctor.

“But Sam the show is called Doctor Who! What’s wrong with their lives revolving around him? RTD’s companions’ lives did too. And besides they did have lives!”

Rose, Martha, and Donna, all had characters outside of the Doctor. They had families, jobs (okay, Rose didn’t because the Doctor blew it up and Donna didn’t because life sucked but at one time they had jobs!). They had friends, and families, they had pasts that were completely separate from the Doctor.

Amy – met the Doctor when she was…I’m not quite sure tbh. Six? Seven? Young. Spent the rest of her life obsessed with him, to the point where it actually effected her quality of life (four therapists in ten (or so) years is a lot).

Clara – The impossible girl, born to save the Doctor. Her entire existence was solely for saving the Doctor.

River – *pause*; *deep breath* I will never stop being angry about the potential River had that was wasted. She was literally raised to be obsessed with and eventually kill the Doctor. She translated that obsession into “loving” him, and tied herself to him in a different way. She literally said once that she lived for the times when she could see the Doctor. That’s not normal. That’s not healthy. And don’t even get me started on their sham of a “marriage” (HIDE YOUR DAMAGE IS NOT THE SIGN OF A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP RIVER).

*grits teeth*; *moves on*

Moffat himself is a grade-A dick, which makes it pretty hard to watch his shows anyways. He’s been quoted as saying bisexuals are too busy having sex to watch his shows, that all bi people are just waiting for someone to make them straight, that asexuals are “boring” to write, he has literally insulted his wife before while she was pregnant (wondering when she would get back to her normal size), he renamed the Master as Missy because apparently Master is strictly a masculine term (never mind the sexual connotations that go with the term Mistress), the list goes on and on and on and on and on.

He queerbaits like nobody’s business – a perfect example being having Clara twice mention a relationship with a girl (once calling it “a phase”) but never showing it on screen, or having River reference relationships with girls but again never showing it on screen. And I know there’s a common misconception going around that Moffat created Jack Harkness so he can’t be homophobic, but…no, he didn’t create Jack. And yes, he is homophobic. He’s proven that multiple times.

And that’s about all I have time for right now. I’ll link some of my other rants below for you to peruse. If you enjoy his Doctor Who, that’s perfectly fine, and I am under no misconceptions that I’m going to change your mind. These are just my opinions.

My anti Moffat Tag (to see things I’ve reblogged and agreed with or added to)

Lack of emotional impact in Moffat writing

My BIG Moffat rant

anonymous asked:

Hey so, I'm kind of afraid that I've been hexed. Recently everything it seems has just gone completely and utterly wrong. Do you know anyway to detect it for sure or to undo it? I don't know if it's my paranoia, but it's better to be safe that sorry

I’m sure you’ve heard this before, but everyone goes through rough (or even downright horrific) patches in life, and it often happens for no reason at all, rather than due to a curse or hex. Online, if you come to most witches with a question like this, they’ll tell you not to worry or fret because you’re likely not hexed, and your life will turn around soon enough. 

This was my approach to questions like yours for quite some time. I realized, though, that in most cases, I’ve not got all the information about what’s going on, and it’s possible that there could, indeed, be a curse. After all, curses are, in fact, a real thing, so it’s reasonable to assume that at least some of the folks who worry that they’re cursed might actually be. Thus, now, I have a different philosophy towards the question of possible curses and hexes.

To me, it doesn’t matter if there’s an actual curse or hex. If you feel cursed, you will likely benefit from taking measures to break a curse, regardless of whether you’re just experiencing normal bad luck or the effects of an actual spell. This is because most measures to break hexes tend to involve banishing, cleansing, warding, and protective measures. All of these, when used properly, are equally effective at simply turning your luck around as they are at breaking a curse. 

There’s little risk in acting (in terms of magical practice) under the assumption that you’re cursed. I would be careful assuming that a curse actually objectively has been thrown at you, though. That can often lead to yes, paranoia and suspicion, which can alienate your friends and just make you incredibly unhappy overall. 

For this reason, I recommend thinking less about “Who could have done this to me?” and more along the lines of “How can I improve things?” instead. You specifically ask for ways to detect a curse, and while there are methods for doing this, I cannot in good conscience recommend them. Most involve pretty subjective divination techniques, and again, “confirming” might just lead to increasing paranoia. 

One good idea, though, would be to do an extremely general reading of some sort. I don’t know if you do any kind of divination, but Tarot or even Lenormand are pretty ideal for this, as are plenty of other systems that can be used to give a general portrait of your life. Avoid “yes/no” systems where you’ll be tempted to ask, “Am I cursed?” and instead, just pull cards or scry with the question being something like, “What can I do to improve my life?” 

I really, really suggest you do this by yourself or have a trusted friend read for you. I also strongly feel that it’s best if no money changes hands in this context, because, like it or not, some unscrupulous people often prey upon those worried about curses, doing a “reading” to prove there’s a curse and then demanding money in order to help “break” it. I’ve never had a problem with people charging for divination or magical services, but grifters exist, and in certain situations a person can be more vulnerable to them than in others.

Take stock of what the cards or divination tools are saying to you, and relate it to your own life in a manner that you normally would. Do not specifically look for it, but if you see something in the reading that implies a curse, be sure to consider alternative ways of viewing the reading, and even then, don’t jump to conclusions. Be particularly careful and skeptical about any image or sign suggesting that a specific person is to blame, because it’s so easy to get such things wrong even if you’re the world’s best diviner. My point is, do a reading that focuses on finding solutions, not causes.

With the results of the reading (if you decided or were able to do one) in mind, You can begin working on fixing things - lifting the “curse,” whether or not it was ever cast. The methods I’m going to suggest are pretty general, but there’s room to insert your own techniques or tailor them to your situation specifically.

In this post, I discuss the notion of the “evil eye” and curses throughout history, and offer some traditional (as well as some innovative) solutions to the problem. It may be helpful, though it was written many years ago when I was in a weird place in my life and had a very different attitude towards magick. Though the eye symbols an amulets mentioned might be helpful, the part I mention at the end always seems pretty sensible when it comes to escaping a particularly nasty curse, real or not. I’ll quote it below.

Basically, change yourself entirely. Buy some new clothes that are in a radically different style than those you wore previously, and wear them. Buy different self-care products than you usually use (deodorant, shampoo, etc), ideally in a form very different. For example, if you always wash with tea tree shampoo, try buying some dollar store brand. Dye your hair, cut it - try to look like a completely different person. You may even want to adopt a new name, like, for your blog, or temporarily (if they’re up for it) ask your family to call you something else. Friends, too.

Sounds ridiculous, huh? I think it’s a bit ridiculous, but I’ve heard people swear it works. The idea is that any curse (or even the Evil Eye) that was cast would have been targeted at you specifically, and that, by changing yourself, the curse or Evil Eye loses focus and can no longer harm you. It’s all quite superstitious, but I thought I’d mention it. One (vaguely chaote) website that mentions this method calls it a “sloppy dodge.”

I realize this method isn’t going to be feasible or practical for everyone, but it’s also open for personal interpretation. The goal is to change yourself so that the curse or bad luck finds you unrecognizable. This needn’t take the form of the examples listed above specifically, and may merely involve something like experimenting with a different worldview or developing a new hobby. It’s an idea worth mentioning, because I know many people who swear it works.

The method I usually use when I find myself in a bad place and nothing seems to go right is a little different, though. While I’ve never felt I was specifically cursed, if I feel I’ve got bad luck glommed onto me, I have certain procedures I use to get rid of it. They’re outlined in this post, but what I’ve written there isn’t meant to be slavishly followed - rather, read it for ideas and some of the techniques you might try. 

If you’re comfortable with using herbs and botanicals, try cleansing with Four Thieves Vinegar - I’ve yet to find anything that works better for me personally, though analogues exist in many traditions. Depending on the specific formulation of the Vinegar that you end up making and using, you could sprinkle it, clean with it, mix it into a floorwash, or any number of things. If you use non-toxic herbs, it can even be consumed as a salad dressing. I’ve written a bit about the lore surrounding it in this post.

A lot of people don’t like  working with herbs and chemicals, though, and that’s alright, of course. I have gone through periods in my life where I made heavy use of physical ingredients in magick, and also times when I used mostly my bare hands. There are a million different ways to do this, but one that’s always been a go-to method for me an some of my friends would be a traditional banishing ritual such as the Lesser Banishing Ritual of the Pentagram or Star Ruby.

I’ve written a bit about these and the different forms that exist here. Suffice to say, almost all traditions have a general banishing ritual, and if yours doesn’t (or you follow no organized tradition), writing your own or adapting one is always a great option. In the video, you’ll notice that the person is wearing a robe and there are tools, but these are hardly necessary for the operation and most people who do these rituals do them with nothing but their bodies and a sense of direction/balance.

Both the Four Thieves Vinegar and the rituals mentioned are, well, banishing. Banishing is good and all for ridding a situation of whatever currently fills it (in this case, your bad luck), but nature abhors a vacuum, and too much banishing with nothing else included just leaves you open for more problems. To remedy this, I recommend invocation of some sort directly following any banishing or cleansing exercises you might do. Any force that you want to bring in to help fix things is a good choice, and while I don’t know you well, in this situation I would probably choose to invoke Solar forces. Venus or Jupiter might work well, also. Below is a herbal recipe that you can follow after the Four Thieves Vinegar - it uses plants to invoke Solar forces. Other options include classical invocations such as the Supreme Invoking Ritual of he Hexagram for the Sun, or writing your own. 

In various combinations tailored to your needs, and with proper intent and focus, these methods should be effective, but they aren’t the only ones. I do recommend doing your own research into breaking curses and runs of bad luck, as well. As I said, though, I can’t really recommend you do anything designed to ferret out the curse-thrower or even confirm whether a curse exists or not objectively. Just operate under the assumption that it might, and, as you’ve said, it is better to be safe than sorry.

anonymous asked:

I've been following your blog for a while now and I wanna know your opinion on something. It might be insensitive so don't answer if you don't like it! *sweatdrops* What do you think about Oda being called Dazai's closest friend? Since I ship both Oda/Dazai and Soukoku I'm conflicted. Does this mean Chuuya was never Dazai's friend? And does this mean Oda is more important? From what I read Chuuya wasn't even around in the Dark Era novel. Maybe Oda/Dazai is more canon if Oda lived.

Hello friend! First of all, thanks for liking and following my blog! I’m getting inactive nowadays, but it pleases me to know that there are people who still read what I occasionally write.

Next, these are all loaded questions that, frankly, I wanted to address at some point but really couldn’t find the time or the motivation to. Add that to me just being a general Incoherent Mess™ half the time and you get all these weird pseudo-meta(hah!) posts that go around in circles. But anyway! I’ve been asked for my opinion so I’d do my best to lay out my thoughts without being too confusing.

Since there will be spoilers, I urge everyone to first read the ongoing translations being done by @nkhrchy​. If you only want the summary, head on over to @riecat​‘s page. And if you’re a real masochist, read the ending translated by @snowyesque​.

So with that out of the way, here we go~~~~

>The Non-Importance of Nakahara Chuuya

Yikes. Writing that makes me feel like I’m bullying everyone’s lovable hat store. But what I meant to say was that Chuuya didn’t fit in with the Dark Era novel. He didn’t have anything to do with the story and in the unofficial rules of good writing (and in life in general, I suppose), you must throw out that which is unnecessary.

But why is Chuuya not mentioned at all?

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I haven’t seen any fix-it-fics written yet,, so I guess the duty falls to me. Based a little bit off of this post by @dadbob. May be crossposted to AO3 eventually. Sorry for any typos, it’s hard to write and cry at the same time.

“… Can we talk?” 

Bitty’s voice was soft and rough, like he’d been crying, which on its own had caused the worst kind of knots in Jack’s stomach. The ones you get when it feels like there’s nothing you can do. But those words? Those words had been at the center of Jack’s anxiety since he and Bitty had started dating. He couldn’t help the way it felt like something cold and hard had grown in his chest, causing him to grip the phone a little tighter. 

“Always, Bits,” He said. God, he was going to throw up.

“I know- Jack, this hasn’t been easy for either of us. We knew it wouldn’t be. But recently there’s just been a lot of pressure. Like, from the media. From-” Bitty choked a little, his words a little ragged. “From the team. And I can’t even blame them; it’s just been so hard, Jack. And I think we need to, maybe, just, I don’t- I don’t know. I don’t think we can keep doing this.” Bitty’s speech rambled and then stuttered to a stop, and Jack’s heart clenched. This shouldn’t have to hurt both of them

“It’s fine, Bits, we can take a-” Jack said, trying to keep his voice steady, at the same time Bitty said: 

“I think we need to tell some of the team.” 

There was silence on both ends of the line. 

“Jack Zimmermann,” Bitty said, voice solid and calm. “Do you want to take a break?” 

God no,” Jack said, “Crisse, Bitty, I definitely do not want to take a break. I want to do a lot of things, I want to drive up to Samwell and take you to Annie’s and I just [REDACTED]**, I want to do a lot of things with you Bitty. But I don’t want to take a break, unless you want one.“

“Thank goodness,” Bitty gushed, “I, uh, not to the taking-a-break part. I don’t want to take one either.” 

Jack slumped forward a little bit in his seat in relief. 

“And as much as I would love to have you up here,” Bitty continued. “The weather is terrible and I’d be too worried about you on these roads, driving all the way up here in the storm.” 

“It would only take an hour, Bits.” Jack said, smiling shakily. He could almost feel Bitty’s grin over the call. 

“Mr. Zimmermann, you do know how to make it sounding tempting, but I’m gonna come visit you this weekend anyways. Go home.” 

“Home is with you.” He said. Sweet talk always made Bitty blush.  

“You charmer,” Bitty half-laughed. “But I mean it. Go home. Sleep. Lord, I know roadies are exhausting, and I want to be able to talk to you tomorrow. Really talk. I love you, but we need to find a better way of making this work.” 

Jack let out a breath as the frozen thing in his chest started to melt. “We can do that, Bits. And we can tell people, too, I think. But you’re right, we need to talk about it.” He paused a little bit, not sure if it needed saying, but deciding to say it anyways. “You can always talk to me, Bits.” 

Bitty huffed out a laugh, “I know, sweetheart. I was just a little scared is all, it’s a lot to ask, with your career and, well, everything.” 

“Mon coeur, it’s nothing we can’t handle. Besides, did you see Sportscenter?” Jack snorted a little bit. It was stupidly gratifying to see the same reporters who had put him down in the past have to swallow their words. “My career is already a success. They say I’m going to be just as good as my father.” 

“I think you’re better; you’re my favorite NHL player, after all,” Bitty said, and Jack felt a little bit like he glowed. 

“I would hope so, I’m your boyfriend.” 

“Yeah, well, Tater does come in a close second-” 

“Ha ha, ha.”

“Jack Zimmermann if you keep on like that I might not bake you anything at all this weekend.” 

“I do have a diet plan.”

“Oh hush. Don’t act like-” 

There was scuffling on the other end of the call, and Jack could vaguely hear Ransom saying, “You good, Bitty? You’ve been in there a while.”  

“I’m fine,” Bitty responded, and his voice was faint over Jack’s phone, like Bitty’d put his down. “I’ll be out in a second.” 

“I have to go, but text me when you get home sweetheart.” Bitty said quickly when he picked his phone up again. 

“I will, Bits.” Jack said, turning to buckle his seatbelt. “Love you.” 

“I love you too, baby. We’ll talk tomorrow?”

“Sounds good.” 

 “Love you.” 

Jack smirked. “You already said that.” 

“I know, I just love you a lot.” 

He had never really understood the phrase ‘butterflies in your stomach’ before Bitty, and now he could get them when he and Bits weren’t even in the same state. “I love you a lot too, Bits.” 

“I would hope so,” Bitty chirped, “I am your boyfriend.” 

Jack could hear something about the words “haunted attic,” “90s-themed kegster,” and “ouija board” in the background of the call. After whatever the “ouija board” comment was, Jack could hear Ransom shout, “Holster, you are NOT doing any of that crazy-ass white people bullshit while I am living in this Haus. DO NOT-”

“I really have to go before Holster and Ransom make some kind of terrible life choice,” Bitty said. “Bye, Jack.”

“Bye, Bitty.” He said. Bitty hung up, and Jack stared at his phone for a second before tossing it into the passenger seat. He started up his car, and tried to figure out whether or not Shitty would try to throw a mini-kegster when he finally found out that Bitty was the mysterious “lover” who’d “stolen Jack away.” 

He probably would. 

**I’m a memelord don’t judge me. 

TG:re Chapter 53 and The Black Goat’s Egg

After the reveal in chapter 53 of :re about Kaneki’s mother physically abusing him, I took a look again at TG because the perspective of some scenes change now with that new fact. (Kind of like how Uta’s previous words had a different tone to them after we found out that he was a Clown).

This is all the way back in the beginning of Tokyo Ghoul, when Kaneki mentions his new favourite Takatsuki Sen novel, The Black Goat’s Egg, the story of a mother and son, who Kaneki likens himself to. The mother is a cold-hearted serial killer, and while the son is disgusted by her, he realizes that he is slowly becoming like his mother. (TG ch. 3 and 1)

(P.S. The white-haired guy in the bottom left panel look familiar to you?)

The “Black Goat” mother was meant to represent Rize, which certainly matches what happens throughout the series. Kaneki doesn’t want to embrace his ghoul side like Rize has, but he ends up embracing it anyways after being tortured by Yamori.

But the interesting thing is that he likes Takatsuki Sen’s books because he can relate to them, to the “unidentifiable sorrow, anger, emptiness, and dark emotions” that Eto writes about often. (TG:re ch. 39)

But the thing is, he enjoyed The Black Goat’s Egg even before the incident with Rize. So if he’s enjoying this novel before he associates Rize with the “Black Goat”, how can he relate to the son?

It doesn’t really make sense…unless Kaneki can relate to the son because he relates his actual mother to the “Black Goat”.

Obviously, Kaneki’s mother is nothing like the actual “Black Goat”. She’s not a cold-hearted serial killer. But perhaps Kaneki can relate to the son. Kaneki acts like his mom does, following her mantra of “Instead of a person who hurts others, become the person who gets hurt”, even though secretly he despises it. (TG ch. 63)

Which relates back to the physical abuse. It’s not exactly known why his mother was beating him in that scene, other than that she was hitting him for a trivial matter (little Kaneki was saying “Mom, I’m sorry. I…don’t need it. I don’t need anything so…I’m sorry,” so he probably asked her for something and she started beating him). (TG:re ch. 53)

But either way, he hates the idea of “being the person who becomes hurt”, because not only is the person he loves being hurt, he is also being hurt by the person he loves, which has a terrible impact on his childhood and mental health. 

The son despises his mother’s actions but can’t help adopting them himself.

P.S. At first, I thought Shironeki was scratching his chin because he doesn’t think his mom is great for abandoning him for work, but perhaps there’s more to that gesture than the neglect… (TG ch. 140)

anonymous asked:

Yes it's open okay um how about Kuroo, Tsukki, Oikawa, Kageyama, and Kenma 7 minutes in heaven with fem!reader? Thankssss (pretty sure this isn't nsfw. It can be fluff or whatever. Idk if i've sent this before. If I have, sorry!)

This’ll be as fluffy as I can try to write because I’m not planning to write any NSFW stuff here! Oh! And they’ll all have the same beginning scenario. Also this’ll be written in second-person perspective since you requested reader

Beginning scenario: This was definitely not how you planned to spend your weekend. You planned to relax and eat chips while watching some old comedy, not to sleep over at this massive gathering of volleyball players with only 2 other girls around. You knew they were all decent boys but no matter how much you enjoyed their company, nothing to rid the tinge of awkwardness that followed you around the entire sleep-over.

“(Name), you look tense,” Yachi said as you sat in the corner of the room, watching the boys having a pillow fight. How manly, you thought.

“Just tired,” you replied, faking a yawn that definitely did not convince your dear friend.

“OH I HAVE A GREAT IDEA!” She yelled, standing up and gaining everyone’s attention. “LET’S PLAY 7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN.”

Nishinoya and Tanaka immediately jumped for joy and screeched to the heavens at the thought of actually having a chance with Kiyoko, who was also invited to the sleep-over. Said lady smiled sweetly before flinging 2 pillows at them with all the force she could muster, effectively knocking them out for a good 5 seconds.

The other guys seemed to like the idea while you… not so much.

Once everyone was in a circle, they turned and looked expectantly at you, who was still in your own corner of “I could be watching Netflix right now”.

“C’mon, (Name),” Yachi said, “it’ll be fun!” She winked at you, knowing that your crush was one of the boys in the circle. Damn you, Yachi.

You sighed, knowing that they’ll never let you hear the end of it if you walked out on their game, so you made your way over and plopped down on the space they left for you. Then, you proceeded to toss your phone into the hat which was sitting in the middle of the circle with everyone else’s personal belongings inside.

“Alright! Who wants to go first?”

Kuroo: “I’ll go.” Oh fuck.

The black-haired boy went forward and dipped his hand into the hat before pulling out the item that just went in seconds ago.

Catcalls echoed in the room as Kuroo smirked and held his hand out for you, “we haven’t got all day, (Name).” He purred. The wolf whistles intensified. You took his hand and shakily got up from the floor. He held your hand in his gently as he led you into the closet and shut the door behind him.

An entire minute of silence passed as the 2 of you stood awkwardly in the small space. Of all people, he – your long-time crush – just had to choose you.

Said crush gave a small cough and said, “so…”

“Yes, Kuroo?” you replied, not really knowing what else to say. You were kind of surprised, though, the suave volleyball captain suddenly going silent when no one else was around except yourself; you’d expected him to be more… loud and straightforward, you suppose.

“(Name), can I kiss you?” he asked all of a sudden, your cheeks immediately flared up at his request. He took your silence as a ‘no’ and stayed quiet.

“Y-yes.” you stammered, your heart pounding within your ribs.

And before you knew it, Kuroo had his arms wrapped around you and pulled you towards him, pressing you flushed against his chest. You could sort of make out his face in the dark, his cheeks looked darker than they should be.

Then, he placed his lips gently on yours, smiling when you reciprocated; you pulled away when you felt out of breath and shyly looked away.

“Aww, (Name),” Kuroo’s usual teasing voice had returned, “are you blushing because of me?”

You nodded, his arms still wrapped firmly around you, expecting him to say some dumb pun or something but instead,

“Finally,” he grinned, before nuzzling his face affectionately into your neck, “I’ve been trying for years.”

Tsukishima: You decided to go first, seeing as none of them looked like they wanted to. Sighing, you reached into the hat and pulled out the first thing you touched – a dinosaur keychain. Shit. You knew whose this was, the last person you’d expected it to be.

The blond groaned and stood up, making his way into the closet without you.

“Good luck, (Name)!” Hinata cheered, knowing that you definitely needed the luck with the bespectacled lamp post in there with you.

You stepped into the small, confining area and shut the door quietly. After a minute or so of complete silence, you decided to not say anything and simply maintain the quietness and just wait for the 7 minutes to be over.

After another minute, you heard his footsteps approaching you, so you stepped aside, trying to get out of his way before yelping when you felt 2 strong arms wrapping around your being.

“Tsukishim–” you were cut off by a pair of lips slamming against your own. Tsukishima bit your lower lip gently, taking advantage of the gasp that followed and proceeded to french kiss you like there was no tomorrow. Not that you were complaining. Once the initial shock had passed, you found yourself to be enjoying this and only pulled away to take a breather.

“I like you, (Name), a lot,” he said, his breathing heavy, “please be my girlfr–” You cut him off this time by slamming your lips against his, giving the blond the answer to his question.

Oikawa: Being the self-proclaimed “Prince of romance”. Oikawa took it upon himself to go first, pulling out a familiar-looking item. It was your phone. Oh no.

Seeing as you were close friends with the Karasuno team, the boys from said team decided to show their displeasure through ‘booing’ but nothing could stop Oikawa from getting what he wanted, so he proceeded to sweep you off you  feet (literally) and carry you into the closet.

Shutting the door with his foot, the Aoba Johsai student never bothered to let you down as he spoke, “(Name), if there’s anything I like more than volleyball and my horde of screaming fan-girls, it’s you, (Name)-chan.”

“W-what?” you were not prepared for this. Oikawa then proceeded to put you down n your feet carefully before swiftly pulling you into his arms and resting his head on your shoulder.

He nuzzled into your neck and pressed kisses all around before whispering into your ear, “please tell me you like me, too, (Name).”

After taking a moment to calm yourself down internally, you wrapped your own arms around him and tucked your head under his chin, resting your reddened face against his chest.

Oikawa smiled before gently pulling you away from his chest and bent down to peck your lips, his cheeks were flushed just like yours.

Kageyama: You groaned in internal suffering as you made your way to the hat and pulled out a key. How the hell were you suppose to know whose was this– goddammit. Kageyama stood up awkwardly and went forward, grasping your hand carefully as he led you into the closet.

Catcalls could be heard even after he’d closed the door.

Even in the dark space, you could see a faint outline of the boy, he stood there stiffly, scratching the back of his neck.

“K-kageyama?” you stuttered, deciding to take this moment to tell him about your feelings towards him.

“Hmm?” He replied, sounding slightly unsure.

“I, umm, I really,” you took a deep breath, “IreallyreallylikeyouKageyama.” You immediately turn around, not wanting to face him anymore, your cheeks were burning hot.

“(Name)…” he reached out in the darkness, only for his hand to land on your shoulder, very carefully, the setter turned you around and went forward, stopping only when he was right in front of you. “I really like you, too…” You looked up and was met with his blushing face very close to yours.


“Yes.” He bit his lip in consideration before lunging forward and slamming his lips against your own. You gasped at the sudden contact but he didn’t attempt at anything else until you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and giving him permission to do what he wanted to. Kageyama smirked against your lips as his tongue slipped into your mouth.

“You’re quite the gentleman, aren’t you?” you giggled after pulling away, causing his cheeks to darken considerably.

Kenma: He didn’t want to go first. He didn’t even wanted to play; but since he was up from his spot already (thanks to Kuroo), Kenma decided he might as well get this over with; after all, he might even get to choose you by accident.

Your eyes shot open when you noticed what your crush had pulled out – it was your phone. Good lord, why?

Kenma only started walking towards the closet once you had gotten in, mentally preparing himself. Once he was inside the small space, he closed the door and sat down, his back leaning against the door. Shrugging, you decided to sit in front of him, avoiding his eyes for a whole 2 minutes.

“(Name)?” He suddenly said, “can I kiss you?” You gasped in surprise, Kenma wanted to kiss you? The pudding boy took your gasp as a sign of rejection and immediately backtracked, “y-you don’t have to.. I mean, I just… really like you…” He sounded to dejected you felt like slapping yourself.

“No!” you yelled out, “I mean… I like you, too and I-I’d love it if you’d kiss m-me…” You chewed on your lower lip, cheeks flaring up.

After a second of silence once more, you yelped in shock and found yourself pinned down by the usually quiet and reserved boy.

Kenma smiled before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours, smile widening when he felt you kissing back excitedly. “I… really… like you… (Name)  … be mine… please?” he said in between breaths.

“Yes… please…” you returned, looking forward to your new relationship.