stop freaking out people

acoyoteking  asked:

I was reading your paper about Cesar Millan, and I didn't know there was actual terms for the sensory overload thing, flooding. My parents used to have an Aussie that would refuse to walk on the laminate flooring after slipping and falling on their lab puppy when they were playing. My mom and I just started putting towels and throw blankets on the ground for the Aussie to make her less anxious inside because it was easier on everyone. It was pretty heartbreaking to see the dog that upset.

I’m glad you found a way to help her! 

Flooding is technically when you force them to stay with the scary thing until they end up in a state of learned helplessness - so if she’d been held on the floor until she gave up and stopped freaking out, that would be flooding. That’s also what people often call ‘exposure therapy’ for people (when they don’t know what they’re talking about). Showing someone a photo of a spider and working up to real spiders is exposure therapy, dumping a box of spiders on someone so they just ‘get over it’ is flooding. 

me, dissociating while playing overwatch: god i’d sure hate to have a real life haha…wait

Suddenly I See You: Ch. 8

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

A/N: There isn’t much I can say for this, except brace yourself. It almost feels like a filler chapter, but I can promise you it’s not. It’s the nail in the coffin that’s important for the last two chapters and for the final decision. Still silently praying this doesn’t disappoint. Much Love, Jenn

Genre: Mino x Reader, Zico x Reader

Words: 7512

Disclaimer: As always, any gifs used are not mine and belong to their rightful owners!!

For the first time you woke up without fear of running late to class and without panic from a nightmare. The worry of going through your day and disappointing one person or another. A smile stretched across your face as your arms extended back into the pillows. A scent you’d now grown accustom to enveloping you in comfort, as your eyes opened to adjust to the sunlit room.

You glanced over the side of the bed to look for Zico only to find he wasn’t there. His pillow and blankets reminiscent of a body that laid beside you throughout the night.

You moved to sit up and slide off the bed. Your feet carrying you over to the long mirror he’d placed in the corner to catch a glimpse of yourself. It wasn’t the reflection you’d hope to find. Your face puffy and hair a mess. Your hands flew up to try and smooth it down when you heard the door begin to open. You ran back to the bed and jumped on it, grabbing the bed sheet just as Zico walked into the room. His lips in an amused smirk as you wrapped the blanket around yourself like E.T.

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i just want to say that i had a nice time at uni tonight in my first class, like yes i had to take a valium to make myself chill/i’m glad i did bc we had to introduce ourselves so it stopped me freaking out abt talking in front of people a bit but STIL i feel accomplished n proud of myself :-) i hope it continues throughout the semester!!!!!

anonymous asked:

Please help to spread this: STOP FREAKING OUT PEOPLE. Fans are already bombarding their social media calling them a thing and making assumptions. PLEASE LETS RESPECT THEIR PRIVACY. Or they will keep deleting their posts and be even more cautious with hints they post. PLEASE

Trust me dude, there is no group of people that understands more that we shouldn’t be bothering Lili & Cole on their sm than the sprousehart fam here on tumblr. It’s okay to freak out here with each other when it’s just us and we’re not interacting with Lili & Cole directly. It is unfortunate that some people just can’t seem to leave them be and just enjoy the fact that they’re hanging out in peace

Go Home

Request: “Could you do an imagine where the reader(female) is dating Malia and the reader gets nervous meeting the pack and “hides” behind Malia begging to go home and cuddle while watching Netflix.”

Ship: Malia Tate x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, anxious, cuteness, minimal swearing, cuddling, etc. (If you have a problem with two girls cuddling and kissing, do not read this and lowkey leave my blog) 

Notes: None of these gifs are mine, credit to owners. 

Your P.O.V

I head into Beacon Hills High for another riveting day of class. Tossing my lunch and other useless items into my locker, I felt a pair of hands wrap around my waist, kissing my cheek before pulling away to kiss my face. I giggle at the action, already knowing that it was my beautiful girlfriend, Malia. Malia and I’ve been dating for about a year and a half now, and I couldn’t have be happier. She brought me great join and made things easier on my life. As a partner does. Whenever we were at an event that required lots of talking, she was there to fill the void of empty space. And, considering that I am a very shy person, and Malia being a very vocal person, always had something to say. 

Not having a filter does that to you, I suppose. I clutch my books to my chest, grinning up at her. Our height difference being not so different. Malia kissed my cheek and lips again, grinning as I attempted to pull away from her. “Malia, not here!” I hissed but smiled. I wasn’t into public affection, not wanting to draw attention to myself anymore than I would need to. But Malia, well, she was a completely different story. She loved to put our PDA on the table. I knew her well enough, not only did she proudly vocalize it when I asked. But she adored me and wanted to show the world how lucky she was to have me. And, being a werewolf and all, liked to show territorial dominance over anyone dared to glance at my direction. 

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She wanted to show the world that I was hers and she was mine. I intertwine my hand with hers, smiling. Malia grins back down at me, a simple action that I’ve fallen in love with. Whenever she looked at me, her smiles were soft, kind. A thing most people didn’t get the chance to see. I, being the lucky few. She walks me to first block class. I can’t help but glance at how beautiful she was, pure giddiness and adoration ran through me. Malia caught me staring once or twice, smirking to herself as I flushed red. When we got to my classroom, she kissed me goodbye and went to her class. I took my seat, still smiling from what had just happened. How could I have gotten so lucky? After class, Malia laced her hands with mine, stopping at her locker. 

“Okay, don’t freak out, but there’s a few people I want you to meet.” I took a step back, still surprised by her forwardness. “Who?” She grinned, the smile I’ve always loved. “My pack. We’re having a pack party and I really want to introduce you to them.” My heart stopped cold. I wasn’t good with meeting knew people. My anxiety and shyness has continued to let me explore. Deep down though, I wanted to make Malia happy. She noticed an internal war fester within me, wrapping her warm hands around my face, a small action that brought me great comfort. “Please, (Y/n).” She begged. “These people are like my family. Please come. For me?” I look into her eyes, her beautiful pleading eyes. Malia didn’t ask much from me so when she practically begged this from me, I knew these people must’ve meant something big to her. Sighing in defeat, I nod my head. “Fine. I’ll go.” 

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She giggles loudly, wrapping her arms my neck, kissing my face, profusely.  “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you so much! I’ll pick you up at seven! Bye, babe!!” She hops out of the school, almost giddy. I can’t help but grin at the sight. Deep down, however, my heart dropped at the thought of being with a group of people I didn’t know, and or associate with. God, what was I gonna say? Fuck, I’m gonna embarrass myself so badly.. I head on home, debating in my head on what I should wear. I spend the next three hours preparing lines in the bathroom, trying on, what felt like, hundreds, if not thousands of outfits. Finally being beyond fed up, I threw some black jeans on with a beanie, a batman shirt, a black jacket and some converse. Casual and fun? Right? Ugh, fuck it. I need to grow a vagina and woman up. 

My girlfriend needs me tonight, damn it. I ain’t gonna wuss out of this. I put on a determined expression, muttering already planned small talk in my head as a reminder. Glancing down at my watch to check the time, I sigh. 6:58. I spray myself with perfume before walking out, knowing that Malia would be exactly on time. Two minutes passed, and, like I predicted, she was right on time, as always. “Hey there, hot stuff. Ready for some fun!” She said, excitedly. I try to put on an equally cheerful expression, but my girlfriend being a werewolf and all, read my demeanor easily. “Yeah, so excited to have some fun.” I pop open my door, sliding into my seat. I can’t help but shake with nerves, my foot, unknowingly to me, continued to hop up and down as we drove closer to the party. 

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As we pulled up, Malia took my face in her hands. I didn’t realize how beautiful she was until now, sporting a white shirt with a pair of light blue jeans and some high tops. Though her hair was short, it cascaded her face perfectly. Her face slightly brighter than normal, but I would assume it was the slight adjustment with her make-up routine. “(Y/n), your heart beat is really fast?!” She says, worriedly. “Deep breaths, babe. Look, I know I am asking a lot of you. But- I really want you to meet them. These people are like my family. And I have been dying to show you off to them and-” I cut her off by pressing my lips to hers, almost needy. Our lips mold together in a happy formation. When I release, her lips are swollen and Malia is completely in awe, literally breath taken. 

“Wow-” She manages to spew out. “What was that for?” I smile, pressing my hand to her cheek. “Malia, though I am very scared, half of the nerves come from you. What can I say, you make me nervous. But I am willing to do absolutely anything for you. Let’s go meet your friends.” She grins, giggly before kissing me again. I hop out of the car, sliding my hand in her palm to pull her back towards me. I kiss her again, more slowly this time. “You look gorgeous, by the way.” I manage to mutter to her. We lace fingers before making our way up to the house. The music practically bled through the windows and doors. Though I said I’d do anything for Malia, which is true, that didn’t stop my heart from racing. The second we reach the door, Malia hit the bell, smiling. Hoping she didn’t notice, I tried to hide behind her. 

A short girl with strawberry blonde hair opened the door, with pursed lips and a hard stare. Though her serious expression lightened greatly once her eyes fell on Malia. “Malia!! Finally! Where’s your girlfriend you keep telling us about?” Oh, fuck. Here we go. Malia moved to show me off to the girl who now eyed me up and down, as if she were scanning me with lazer vision. “Lydia, meet my girlfriend.” My cheeks heat up under her icy gaze. I force my hand out, muttering. “H-Hi, I-I’m (Y/n). Malia’s g-girlfriend.” She takes it, smirking back at Malia. “You got a good one. She’s cute. Come on in.” I sigh in relief, happy that the attention is no longer on me. But deep down, I knew that it wouldn’t last for long. All of a sudden, a group of people came up to Malia. Shit.. Lydia takes the initiative to introduce me. 

“Guys, that’s (Y/n). Malia’s girlfriend.” Their gazes moved to me. Almost immediately, my face flushed and I swear I perspired through my jacket cause I was sweating so bad. “H-Hi.” I embarrassingly croak out. A short Asian girl smiled up at me, her arm wrapped around another boy who towered over her. Boyfriend, I would guess. “Awe she’s shy. It’s okay, sweetheart. We don’t bite. I’m Kira. It’s nice to meet you.” I take her hand, not daring to hold her gaze. “It’s an honor to meet you, Kira. A-All of you. Malia talks so highly of you.” The boy who’s hands were wrapped around Kira spoke, smiling slightly. He looked warm, welcoming. “I hope all good things. I’m Scott, by the way. We’ve actually heard quite a lot about you too.” My eyes went wide as I fidgeted with my hands. “Oh, really? L-Like what?” I say, nervously, glancing back at Malia with fear. 

Before anyone could speak, Kira jumped up, practically shouting. “Oh! You must be parched! Let me grab you a water!” I manage to mutter a quick thank-you before she comes bouncing back. I rather liked her. She seemed nice. As I was taking a sip, boy around the same height as Scott said, with a smirk, still piggy-backing off our previous conversation. “She said, and I quote, ‘My girlfriend’s pretty good at a lot of things. But my favorite quality has to be that she’s great with her hands.’” I choke on the water, completely surprised that Malia said that to them. But then again, it was Malia. I shouldn’t be shocked by her forwardness and filter-less vocabulary. Coughing, I clear my throat, completely flustered. “Good to know.” Malia giggled at my embarrassing state, wrapping her hand around my waist. “Between you and me-” She says towards the group. “If I thought she was good with her hands, I can’t wait to tell you how amazing she is with her tou-” 

Wide eyed, I covered her mouth. “No, no, no. W-We don’t need to finish that sentence.” The boy that spoke earlier, Stiles, rotated our conversation into the kitchen. There, we relaxed, ate and hung out. I only spoke when I needed to. And of course, Malia over-shared and continued to fill the empty silence with her unfiltered words. Not really bothering me as much as I thought it would. However, the only thing that worried me, was being with new people. It’s not like they weren’t great, because they were. I was just not accustomed to them yet. I lace my hand with Malia, whispering only so that she could hear, hoping that they wouldn’t listen in or pry. “Hey babe. Can we go back to my house and watch Netflix?” She glances back at me, pouting. “Awe, we’ve only been here for a few hours!” I sighed, pleading slightly. “Malia. Please. Can we go home and watch Neflix and cuddle?”

I continued, fidgiting. “I met them and they’re really nice and amazing. I just need more time to get use to them. I need more time to break out of this stupid shell. Until then, can we go?” Malia saw the pure desperation in my eyes, sighing before smiling back at me. “Alright guys, we’re gonna head out. We’ll see you Monday morning.” I waved my hand good-bye as we headed out. The second we left the house, I sighed in relief. Though, on the way home, I couldn’t help but feel guilt. “I’m sorry we couldn’t stay longer.” Malia looked back at me with a small smile. “Don’t worry about it. I was kind of getting annoyed with Stiles and Derek giving each other the googly eyes. I am so proud of you though.” I asked, surprised. “Really?” She nodded, grinning from ear to ear. “Yeah, you are a rather quiet person and you took the risk to step out of your comfort zone for me tonight. Thank you.” 

I smile, softly. Feeling a lot better than before. The second we get back to my house, I pulled out the blankets and turned on my Netflix. As I turned around, I couldn’t help but giggle. Malia sat on the couch, curled up in a blanket, hot cocoa in hand. She looked absolutely precious. She slapped the side of the couch, grinning. “Pop a squat, babe.” I do so, wrapping my arms around her as she burrowed the top of her head in my neck. “Thank you.” I mutter, kissing her head. She looked back up at me, smiling. “I love you.” Grinning, I kiss her passionately. “I love you too.” 

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you arent allowed to make jokes about dissociation if you’re “stop doing that you’re freaking everybody out” when around people who suddenly revert to their thousand yard stare at unpredictable times and cant respond to simple questions

Just because I like timetravel a little too much

“When there’s trouble you know who to call~” a voice came floating down the hall of Titan Tower. “From their tower they can see it all!” The voice certainly belonged to a young child, everyone was sure of that. Cyborg’s sensors guess an eleven or twelve year old girl. “When there’s evil on the attack, you can rest knowing they’ve got your ba- what?” The girl, she looked like she might be Tamrannian due to her glowing green eyes, froze. Robin was the only one visible from her position at the moment, and he was perched on the back of the couch, with a Birdarang out.
“Who’re you and how’d you get here?” He demanded.
“Uncle Damian?” She asked, confused. “You look different. Your skin’s too light and your face looks like the old pictures of Papa.”
“Who’s Damian?” Robin replied, eyes narrowing.
The girl looked lost. She looked so confused. “Uncle Dami, I know Grandpappy said not to use our real names while we’re in our costumes, but why don’t you remember me?” Pure distress was in her voice.
“I’m not named Damian, who are you?” Robin growled, just as confused as she was.
“But-you’re Robin! The last person to wear the Robin costume was Uncle Dami! I know he’s Flamebird now, and works in Blüdhaven with Papa when he’s not trying to convince Grandpappy to stop fighting, but I would’ve heard if there were a new Robin!” She argued. “Who else could you be?”
“Her emotional wave length is surprisingly similar to yours.” Raven muttered. The girl paused, listening. “And, oddly, Starfire’s.”
“I must be hearing things…” the girl shook her head. “If you’re not Uncle Damian, why are you in a Robin costume. That mantle has been mostly retired for years now.”
“Listen, kid,” Robin said-“
"Mar'i.” The girl interrupted.
Robin blinked, “What?”
“My name is Mar'i Grayson.” The girl crossed her arms. “If you’re going to patronize me, at least use my name.”
“Grayson?” Robin murmured, and shook his head. “Listen, Mar'i, I don’t know where you’re from, or how you got in here, but you don’t belong in here, this place is for Teen Titans only. And at that, only our Western branch uses it.”
Mar'i paused, eyeing the boy as if she were assessing him. Then, something clicked. “Ah!” She clapped, excitedly, floating a little before falling back to the floor, feet thumping solidly. “I remember this story! I’ve gone back in time!” She squealed, happily. “This is so cool! Crashcrashcrashcrashcrash! Yippeee!” She flew around in a tight circle, before returning her focus to Robin. “Remember how I said your face looked like the old pictures of my papa?”
“Uh…” Robin nodded, concerned. “Yeah, why?” His eyes were flicking around the room, behind his mask.
“Well, you probably are! Oh my gosh, you’re still Robin, that means you haven’t met practically anyone! Ahhh!” She shrieked excitedly. “This is so crash!”
“Why do you keep saying ‘crash’ like it means 'cool’?” Beastboy asked.
“Gar!” He got tackle hugged. “You look so adorable when you’re my age, oh my scones, I need a selfie with you!” She pulled out a weird looking computer like device, and snapped a picture with a camera facing herself and Beastboy. “Sweet!” She cheered. “And as for why I use 'crash’ and 'cool’ interchangeably, blame Bart! He’s the one that started it.”
“Wait, wait, back up.” Robin said, “I look like old pictures of your dad, and you’re a time traveler. Are you somehow my future child?”
“Probably! Your reaction to my last name was also a good clue, Papa!” She giggled. “This is so cool! Ah! Miss Rachael! Can I get a picture with you too?”
“If you don’t hug me, fine.” Raven agreed.

Mar'i had gotten pictures with all of the Titans who were there, and was now sitting around the kitchen island with them. “So, you’ve heard me tell you the story of your trip to the past, how do you get home?” Robin asked, sitting directly to her right.
“You never told me that. I asked, and you’d lean in real close, tap my nose, and tell me that I’d have to find out for myself. Then mama would laugh, and ask for help with Bynny and Brucy who are always getting into some sort of trouble. Especially now that they’re growing out of their toddler stage, and Brucy-boy has learned to fly.”
Robin paled. “Say what?”
“Don’t worry, Bynny seems to be completely human, which is a little odd, considering that she looks the most like mama.” Mar'i shrugged, calmly. “I have pictures if you want to see them.”
“I-um-I-okay?” Robin agreed.
“Cool!” She when to her photos, and clicked on one, then made a motion over the screen, and it projected into the air, it was a gorgeous Tamrannian lady sprawled on a beanbag chair. A short man was curled into her side, he looked like he might’ve been an older Robin. In their arms there was a sleeping girl with her mother’s auburn hair, and a little black haired boy cracking open an eye as green as Mar'i’s to blink at the camera.
“Whoa, how’d you do that?” Robin asked, momentarily more interested in the tech, then he did a double take at the photo. “Is that Starfire?!”
“Mmhmm!” Mar'i agreed. “Aunt Babs and the Wests call us the Starlings. Grandpappy and Alfred also do, sometimes. Or the Grandbats. Although, that includes little Freddie, Aunt Bab’s Jim and Gordon, and us three.”
“Freddie?” Robin repeated. “Who’s kid is Freddie?”
“You don’t know that Uncle yet.” Mar'i shook her head.
Cyborg raised a hand, questioningly, from the other side of the island/table, drawing their attention. Robin looked rather pale. “So, you’re Star and Rob’s future kid, but you make it sound like you weren’t the first addition to Rob’s family. Who was?”
“Well, we have to discount Aunt Babs, since she was both part of the family and not since before Papa, but then, I supposed the first addition after Papa would be Freddie’s dad. He’s not always the best person, but he tries to do good by us, and by the public. Just… not always in a way Grandpappy agrees with.”
“This is just weird.” Robin shook his head, “I don’t tend to talk about home much around here.”
“Friends, I am home!” Starfire called. Mar'i closed out the image, or at least pulled it out of the air. “I would appreciate help putting away groceries!”
All the Teen Titans surged up to go help her, leaving Mar'i at the Island. The groceries were put away rather quickly, quickly enough to leave Mar'i floating in confusion, as her stool had been knocked over.
“Oh, new friend?” Starfire asked, hopefully, upon noticing her. “Wait, are you Tamrannian?”
“Only half, technically, but I seem to have gotten all of Mama’s powers.” Mar'i chirped. “I’m Mar'i Grayson, nice to meet you, Koriand'r!”
Starfire stiffened. “How do you know that name?” She asked. “No one on Earth knows that name.”
“Well, I’m not from this time,” Mar'i said, tacking a Tamrannian word on the end of the sentence, beaming.
“I am your- you are my- how? With whom?” Starfire asked, blushing as much as Robin had paled.
“With Papa, duh.” Mar'i chirped.
“Wait, Grayson?” Beastboy suddenly realized. “Like, the Flying Graysons?”
Robin turned to blink at him, confused and still looking like volcanic ash. “Aren’t you a little young to remember them?”
“Yeah, but, we had a bunch of their recordings around the base of the Doom Patrol. Rita was a cousin of someone who married in, and she had no idea what happened to the survivor, her cousin’s son.” Beastboy shrugged. “She said that if I found him, to call him my cousin, because she adopted me.”
Robin stiffened, expression suddenly distant as the color slowly returned to his. “Oh.” He said.
“I guess Papa’s your cousin then! So, does that mean I can call you my uncle, like Aunt Babs is my aunt?” Mar'i asked.
“Who is your Papa? And who is this 'Aunt Babs’ of which you speak?” Starfire inquired, tilting her head.
“Aunt Babs is Oracle!” Mar'i flew in an excited circle at that. “Sometimes people think she’s my second mom because she’s so cuddly with both my parents!”
“That sounds like Babs…” Robin muttered, distractedly. Then he did another double take, “Wait, Oracle? That is not the name I know her under!”
“Well, the last Batgirl was Aunt Steph, who isn’t really part of the family, even less than Aunt Babs, and she switched back to her first name almost a decade ago.” Mar'i said. “But, Grandpappy said that Bynny could be Batgirl if Freddie took on the Thrush mantle, but they’re still really little.”
“Wait, is Robin your Papa?” Starfire asked, still blushing.
“Yup!” Mar'i chirped. “He is!” She twirled a little, excitedly. Robin and Starfire both fell over.
“Ah, there you are, kiddo.” A man in the Flash’s uniform came out of the wall. “Come on, it’s time to stop freaking out people who live in the past.”
“Okay, Bart.” Mar'i said. “Are you my ride home?”
“When am I not, miss Grayson?” He teased, bowing a little. “Come on, rumor has it my cousin is supposed to visit soon, and I don’t want to confuse him too much. Let’s go.”
Mar'i made a noise of affirmation and held up her arms. The strange Flash scooped her up. “Bye, guys, meet you in a few years!” He added, and was gone.
“Well,” Raven said. “Today was certainly interesting.”
No one could argue with that.

anonymous asked:

Part of the problem ppl have with Bughead is that Jughead has always been coded as gay (if you look it up there are plenty of specific comic scenes to back it up) they could never outright say that he was gay, bc the comics where created during homophobic times. But ppl think he should be allowed to be represented as gay now, bc this is a less (but still homophobic) time

I thought the issue was his asexuality (that only became canon in a comic book in 2016)…? Well, if he was gay he wouldn’t be interested in Betty or marry Midge. Or be surrounded by hearts while interacting with Betty. Anyway. People can believe whatever they want, but the main point that I’m trying to make is: respect people’s hard work, and if you can’t because they won’t give you what you want, just stop watching it. It’s getting really tiring to see people freaking out over something like that and being so nasty.

If Riverdale isn’t for you, move on. It’s a TV show, not a life and death matter, you know.

Valentines Day with the boys!

Miles: So today is not the best day to ask you for a spot of tea. Miles being Miles, doesn’t realize that he indeed does have feelings for you, and the relief that comes with him being your companion for Valentine’s Day, rather than some other man. However, Miles being Miles, is way overly flustered at being addressed as a couple, far more than you are. He sputters and turns scarlet at a drop of a hat, and while you know he’s a little shy when it comes to these matters, you can’t help but feel he’s overreacting and feel a little offended.

“Oh come now, would I be so horrible to date?” You cross your arms and glare at the tea before you, the last dregs of the leaves staring back at you pitifully.

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professionalpenthief  asked:

where did ginaxrosa shipping start? and why? (not that i am against it but i just... never considered!?! it)

gina x rosa shipping started because Gina is the driving force behind 80% of Rosa’s laughs and 98% of Rosa’s smiles.

And when Rosa smiles because of Gina-related reasons, there’s a softer touch to those smiles, and they’re I-can’t-help-but-smile smiles.

Gina can get Rosa to laugh her head off. Big, genuine laughs that make Rosa’s head tilt up. Like when Gina tossed a stapler at Charles (2x22 cold open)

Gina and Rosa are different people but have things in common that draw them to each other. Like how they’re both people you don’t want to cross. Gina and Rosa are scary and you don’t want to mess with them. Gina uses her words and spirit, Rosa gives you one look and you know she could beat you up and you’ll thank her.

This scariness that Rosa and Gina have are what makes them so evenly matched. They won’t back down from a fight, ever, but weirdly you see them letting each other get away with stuff that they’d castrate someone else for.

For example, remember when Rosa almost murdered Hitchcock and Scully because they stole her moose tracks ice cream????

Guess what happened in thanksgiving episode 1x10. It’s not blatantly obvious, but Gina’s holding (and assumably, drinking) coffee from a cup clearly labeled ‘ROSA’. And Rosa does nothing.

Gina and Rosa are also shown to have a special, deeper kind of bond that we see through several (albeit occasionally subtle) instances.

Whenever Gina’s being Gina- see 1x16 and 2x07, Rosa’s being made to babysit and stop her from freaking people out/stealing/talking to people at parties. This could mean one or even both of two things:

1) Only Rosa can handle Gina because everyone else is too weak to go against her- ergo they are evenly matched

2) People know that Rosa’s the person Gina will most likely listen to- alluding to their deeper connection and understanding of each other

Another show of Gina and Rosa’s deeper connection is how they’re often on the same side. They like to judge, make fun of, and bully people together. They also seem to enjoy standing/sitting next to each other, (sometimes way too close more than they need to be eg. charges and specs 1x22) both of them crossing their arms (mirroring each other, which is like a couple thing/i’m-attracted-to-you thing)

They’ve also teamed up to solve Holt’s island riddle together and protested against turkey murder together. They also locked amy in the boot of a car- and walked off together laughing

They also really care about each other, for example when Rosa was being all guilty knowing she was prob going to have to shoot Charles down in 1x13 and hiding Gina NOTICED that Rosa was hiding away and even asked her why with a pretty confused/concerned looking face. Also, when Rosa got sick Gina prepared a pretty elaborate care package for her so she would get well (and please Gina who you tryna play here acting like Terry paid u/if he really did pay u pls putting the care package together prob took more money than the $20 you claimed Terry gave you)

AND THEN Rosa proceeded to smile so widely all touched by what Gina did for her!!!

And Gina put Rosa in her WILL if that doesn’t say “you’re important to me” idk what is. And the fact that those two jaguars making love is prob a representation of them is something else altogether

Rosa cares about Gina too, duh. But Rosa’s care comes more in the form of protectiveness, like when she placed her arm behind Gina ensuring she got out of the room safely before Rosa when the turkey got loose and tried to attack them. Rosa also put in a lot of security measures in place when Gina got robbed (although amy was involved too and Holt told them Gina was scared, but lbr Rosa’s protect-gina instincts got turned on full blast when she found out Gina was scared did you hear the conviction in her voice when she said “we are (going to keep you safe)”????)

Speaking of the turkey, Gina and Rosa get each other. When they protested against the turkey murder and Rosa saw Gina about to flip everyone off she joined right in. They know each other pretty well too. Gina knows Rosa’s likes (old movies, someone called 'the vulture’, etc.) and dislikes, and she can very accurately interpret what a Rosa action means. (Like when Rosa said 'bye’ to Marcus)

Also, Gina and Rosa seem to show interest in each other.

Like when Gina accidentally texted “sup Rosa” to Amy and that was in 2009 when she first joined the nine nine as civilian administrator so obviously Gina was trying to hit on Rosa and has prob been flirting with Rosa for eight years.

Part of their interest in each other includes attraction of course. In the episode where they let Gina interrogate a perp, Rosa looks overly interested in watching Gina forcefully question the perp and even when captain Holt wants to stop Gina Rosa doesn’t want it to stop. Also when Rosa unveils her sword in 3x23 as torture equipment Gina looks very turned on no offense

Also Gina is very obviously jealous of Adrian. She only started acting hostile towards him after Rosa started dating him, and please be reminded that this is the same Gina that didn’t even put her phone down when Adrian held a knife to Jake, her childhood bestie and oldest friend’s throat.

But Adrian dates Rosa and suddenly it’s “screw you adrian you’re not allowed to stay at Charles’s house” and “oh yeah ur right Adrian listen to the universe you should totally not marry Rosa!!” And the day before/on the day he was supposed to marry Rosa Gina doesn’t even let Adrian have candy wow Rude

After Rosa’s bachelorette party, Gina elopes with some cashier (prob a lady) and it’s likely that she was trying to escape from reality bc running away with someone you just met (although Gina was drunk) is not something you do if you’re super happy your friend is engaged, no matter how drunk you are, and no matter how Gina you are

Finally: Babylon

Dude if “has secret bathroom they don’t tell anyone about that they work super hard on to make nice” doesn’t scream “domESTIC” to you then idk what to say mate

(Also Rosa bringing Gina to Babylon for the first time bc Gina got sick is another example of how Rosa cares about Gina!!!)

Besides the implications of sharing a secret private place, Gina has a very violent reaction when Rosa wants to tell Boyle about Babylon (and Rosa asking Gina about it beforehand is like- wife asking wife for permission to bring friend over to house), and wants to keep it a private thing between the both of them

“Babylon’s our secret place! It’s the best thing in my life.” -if this doesn’t touch u even a little idk what will

I get why some people might not ship gina x rosa just by watching the show. Some of this stuff is put across in pretty subtle ways, and the things they say/know about each other aren’t always treated as a big deal by the show/are throwaway lines. Some things you see between Gina and Rosa like the coffee thing and the putting hand on back thing is something you can only catch by pausing the episode at the right time. Also many Rosa laughs/smiles in response to something Gina does or says is usually in the background, and you may not catch it if you aren’t paying attention to the squad’s reactions to each other

Are we grasping for straws when we ship gina x rosa? No we r not they r perfect but also the show needs to give us more gina x rosa because this is a ship that has so much potential

Chelsea Peretti and Stephanie Beatriz seem to be putting in effort to make gina x rosa work with their acting so not shipping it = ur not appreciating Stephanie taking the effort to smile so tenderly at stuff Chelsea says as Gina

AND Jake/Amy are a pretty stable couple now, so it’s definitely in your interest to start devoting your heart to gina x rosa too!! Why let one ship slay you when you can let two ships slay you

TL;DR- Gina and Rosa would make the perfect power couple that rules over the Nine-Nine which can nicely balance out cinnamon roll couple Jake and Amy! Sign up to be a gina x rosa shipper today!! All we want in exchange is your soul!!

jaybird-is-a-gaybird  asked:

I hate the bluepulse discourse. people will flip out over a 3 year age gap between Bart & Jaime but flat out refuse to acknowledge the fact M'gann is 116 years old, La'gaan is 12 years old, and Conner is 16 weeks old. it's getting ridiculous.

Same! People just need to get over it tbh. I mean, in this kind of universe this isn’t nearly the most unusual ship we have, and there’s not even anything to freak out over, so people need to stop making up reasons to hate it. 

anonymous asked:

I think JK was with Karlie in the woods, the ig pic he posted of her is completely his style. It's just work though like when Karlie and JK were both spotted at the subway on their phones when Karlie was taking a photo of the Oscar billboard to post later on sm. People need to stop freaking out whenever they hang out, they are business associates so of course they are going to be seen together every now and again.

His style is very distinctive isn’t it. And totally achievable by someone else… eg the few times Karlie takes an almost identical one of him when they are definitely together.

But hey. He was there? He wasn’t? Penni was there? I don’t care. It was promo and strangely endearing, it was so badly done.


Calm Down With the Whole Cass, Dean, and Heaven Thing

I know everyone’s mad about the whole Cass abandoning Dean thing. I just wanna be objective about this because listen guys….Cass is fucked up.

He’s stuck somewhere between human and angel and while he knows where his loyalties lie the supernatural (haha pun) situations on this show are pretty weird and complicated.
Dean and Cass have done some unbelievably shitty things to one another. And in most situations it’s not just one of their faults. They’ve both been really right & really wrong so…..stop freaking out. Things happen and they’re gonna have disagreements. People, and angels, are flawed….that’s just the way it is.

@son-of-rome replied to your post “People should like hmu if they’re ok with me yelling about our musical…”

Is your musical the lame?

fight me dan

@judiejodia replied to your post “People should like hmu if they’re ok with me yelling about our musical…”

Yep hmu, im alwaus a slut for musicals

@dreamcatchermoony replied to your post “People should like hmu if they’re ok with me yelling about our musical…”


im willing to be screamed at


@simply-all-time-obsessed replied to your post “People should like hmu if they’re ok with me yelling about our musical…”

I’m willing to be screamed at

@moonsion replied to your post “People should like hmu if they’re ok with me yelling about our musical…”

Ok I love les mis feel free 2 scream

everyone else: who wants to hear about enjolras dying on a coffin

princessniitza  asked:

FEELS <= my reaction reaching the end of your fic "And was danced through the colors, followed and led". Thank you for giving the boys some well-deserved, uncomplicated happiness. :') I'm totally curious about what Clint's dressing up as for Halloween, though.

Originally posted by zanthia494