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Lance is a Boy #4

Lance wasn’t asleep. He didn’t fall asleep in the hallway while being soothed by Hunk. He closed his eyes and sat there silently. Hunk was a source of comfort. He had always been. He remembers the day he came out to Hunk. It was unintentional and Lance wished it never happened but in this second he was so glad it did. He was forever grateful to the gods that Hunk knew.

Hunk and Lance had been paired up by fate, they were on the same crew AND had managed to somehow be room mates. Lance liked Hunk right from the get go, their first greeting and Hunk and Lance both shared an instant connection. They figured they’d be friends but never anticipated their bond to be near-blood. Lance remembered Hunk being sheepish at first, a little shy, nothing Lance couldn’t use his charisma to work past. It had been 2 days they were roommates, they were settled down after a long day, still getting introduced to teachers and classes, they had decided to watch a movie. Hunk chose the Princess Bride and Lance scoffed but didn’t refuse, it was a guilty pleasure. They started talking and the movie turned more into a source of background noise than a source of entertainment, but every single time Inigo Montoya came in screen the conversation dropped and they both recited his lines almost in sync with the actor, giggling like school girls when they finished and returning to their conversation. A silence fell upon them as if they were out of topics and Lance glanced up, Hunk looked uneasy and Lance suddenly turned into the protective uncle he grew to be as his older siblings had kids. A gentle hand was placed on Hunks arm and Hunk looked up, eyes uncertain and shoulders hunched.

“Buddy? You ok?” Lances voice cooed and Hunk decided that moment that he was going to say what he needed to say. “Hunk?”

“Lance I need to tell you something.” Lances face flashed fearful curiosity. “I… I’m.” His voice faded and his eyes dropped.

“Hunk you can tell me anything it won’t change how I look at you or make me like hanging out with you any less.” Lance gave a reassuring squeeze on Hunks bicep and Hunk smiled.

“Lance, I’m Not straight.” There was a silence, but Lances hand didn’t move and it wasn’t uncomfortable. “I don’t know what label I fall under but…. I just” he pulled away from Lance slightly, as if to tell the smaller man it was ok if he didn’t want to be there anymore. “I figured I should tell you so that you know… I know a lot of people are uncomfortable with having a roommate who’s…” for once in his life Hunk couldn’t find words, but a faint voice brought him out of his anxious thoughts.

“…awesome?” Lance had a gentle, supportive smile on his face and hunk felt his chest grow and fill with a sense of worth and love. A brotherly love, a love that he would easily let go of. “Just try and resist me, I know it’s hard but I’d hate to ruin our friendship by sleeping with you.” Lances gentle face melted away to a shit eating grin as he teased at Hunk who laughed and pulled Lance in for a hug. Hunk could feel him tense slightly but soon accepted it and hugged back.

The next couple of weeks made Hunk realize a couple of things

1) Lance was a liar.

2)Lance felt uncomfortable.

3)Lance didn’t like sharing a room with a not-straight roommate.

Lance would always change in the bathroom or his bedroom behind closed doors. Hunk shrugged it off as him being slightly self conscious or because he grew up in a big family where if you wanted privacy you needed to have your doors closed.

It turned into more than that, Lance was never shirtless, even when he went to shower he brought clothes with him so he didn’t have to traverse back to his room in a towel.

Lance would shy away whenever hunk appeared shirtless, Hunk would come out of the shower with a towel around his waist and walk to his room and Lance always avidly avoided eye contact.

Lance would compliment Hunk, then back-peddle, there was a night Hunk made supper and Lance joked “y'know if we were a married couple I would still feel the need to pay you for this cooking. It is Five star.” Hunk had liked that compliment, but only for the praise of his cooking, of course Lance had to backpeddle. “I-I mean not that we would ever be married” then there was silence and the warm feeling seeped into cold. Hunk had had enough.

“Lance I’m getting a new roommate.” There was a heavy sigh after he muttered those words and he realized it came from himself. He had decided this in the past two days, he enjoyed having Lance as a roommate but if it made him uncomfortable… Hunk was willing to let go.He was looking at the counter, not daring to look at his friend, bracing himself for any kind of anger or question that the small pilot had for him. He heard a fork clang on the counter and glanced up.

Lance was sitting upright as if he had been struck in the back. His hand was frozen in the position where he once held said dropped fork. His eyes followed Hunk and watched every action he made, every slight movement in his face and Lances eyes would dart in panic to study what Hunk was thinking. His face was a form of sad that Hunk had never seen before, his eyes were wide and desperate, his mouth fell open, just slightly, like he wanted to ask why but couldn’t remember the word. He sat there for a few seconds before standing up and pushing the stool away from the island he was seated at. He stiffened his face and purses his lips. Holding back tears. Hunk thought he was going to scream and cry and ask why in that wet anger sort of way. When you want answers but your voice keeps cracking and your throat can’t cooperate and your eyes for fucks sake why won’t they stop crying. But no. Lance just inhaled like he was going to say something, but his lip, then turned and headed for his bedroom as fast as he could without running.

The next couple of seconds made Hunk realize a couple of things

1) Lance wasn’t a liar, he did accept Hunk and loved him dearly as a friend

2)Hunk made Lance cry and he needed to fix it as soon as possible

3)Hunk loved Lance in a way he couldn’t explain.

He didn’t want to be Lances boyfriend, he didn’t want to sleep with Lance, he just wanted to experience life with Lance. He wanted to be his roommate and his engineer. He wanted to rely on Lance and have Lance rely on him. He wanted to be brothers with Lance. He loved Lance more than anything in this life in the most platonic way possible. And he had just somehow managed to break him. Lance was in his bedroom crying and it was Hunks fault and he needed to fix it as soon as possible.

Hunk walked over to the bedroom hesitantly, his hand shaking, ready to knock. He pulled it down to the doorknob, he couldn’t give Lance an option to say no to him coming in, if he did then Lance would take it and it would all be over. He opened it and right as he was about to say Lances name, Lance screamed.

It wasn’t a scared scream. It wasn’t an ‘I’ve just been caught doing something I shouldn’t have’ scream.

It was wet anger.

It wasn’t wet anger. It was wet despair. It was Lance crying and someone finding him and him getting defensive and putting up walls as quickly as possible. It was the kind of scream that sounded like a wail and made his voice crack and Hunks heart clench. Who had made him like this. Nothing Hunk could have done would have made him this broken, not in just a week of knowing each other. This is built up. This was years of terrible nightmares and Hunk blowing over the house of cards, making it all crash down. There was one thing that caught Hunks eye. Hunk saw scars.

Lance was shirtless.

…to be continued…

Riza Hawkeye: OK, sir, you sign this top form, then initial all the rest.

Roy Mustang: Initial, Hawkeye?

Riza Hawkeye: Oh, yes, sir. Your initial signifies that instead of signing, you initialed. Then you have to sign this form, which states that you merely initialed the forms that required signing. Then after you’ve signed you put your initial where you signed so that people will know that you OK’d your signature with your initial.

Roy Mustang: Hawkeye, tell me the truth. Do you understand any of this?

Riza Hawkeye: I try not to, sir. It slows up the work.

Snip. Snip.

Title: Snip. Snip.

Summary: A fresh cut and a fresh perspective.

Friendship, humor, light angst with a very hopeful byeler ending, coming out, Steve being such a dad, schmoopy feels, and appearances by the whole group, a tiny bit of period typical internal homophobia.

This was probably the fastest I’ve ever written anything and I had such a blast writing it. It’s light and fun and I think probably will need a sequel or two because, while I meant it as a one off, I just think I may need to write more. I hope anyone who reads it enjoys it. I was supposed to tag someone in this but I forgot I am so sorry /0 I hope you find it regardless.

Will looked out from behind the frill of the curtain that lined the front window, observing the way Jonathan and Nancy and Steve danced around each other; it was an awakard display of body language and just seeing the pantomime play out in front of him was enough to make Will feel a pang of sympathy. Jonathan and Nancy were driving an hour away to a concert–some little known band that Jonathan adored and Nancy only tolerated because she loved him–and Steve had stopped by to drop off something or another that Nancy had apparently needed desperately. Will wasn’t exactly sure what the deal was with the three of them anymore. They weren’t exactly friends, but they weren’t enemies either. They had been through too much together for that. It was just weird. He’d wanted to ask his brother about all of it but had feared what other kinds of discussions it could bring up. They’d never discussed relationships and dating and such before and Will just….wanted to avoid that. At all cost.

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Ta-da! Here’s my fic for the fic exchange, written for @sanderssidesships

Prompt: “Anything I can do to help?” “Just hold me”

Warnings: panic attack

A/N: Ok so this…got out of hand very quickly. It got so excessively long that I decided to make this into two chapters. I’m going to post the second part tomorrow to space them out a little bit. I’m not too sure how I feel about this but I hope you guys enjoy! Feedback is always appreciated <3

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Every time I play sonic adventure do you have to go through this?! >:’v The last time I stepped… I got scared, Is that it came out of nowhere! T-T I do not know if it happened to you but it happens to me all the time x’D

And to make this somewhat comical I did this… Somehow I had to tell them this and I liked the idea a lot! By the way… it’s the first comic I make… and I’ve loved the result, Also several people were telling me to do one xD

And remember do not trust that taxi… Can attack at any time! /;_;/  (ok no xD)

hope like it!!!!!!!!!  (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

anonymous asked:

Dear customers: please do not fucking touch me! I get if u bump into me by accident when I'm on self scan, accidentally knocking my hand while packing etc but ffs pls do not grab my hand when I'm giving you your change,Do not stroke my arm and say 'good girl' when I fix your problem on self scan,dont ruffle my hair,dont stand stupidly close to me unless u have no choice just no! If u have no choice fair enough but some people will try to stand as close as possible even when they have the choice

Please people listen. All of you. Yes sir you in the back too. This is really important and I know it has been said before but I’ll restate it as many times as it is necessary. Are you ready? Ok here goes.


There is no reason you need to touch another person. There isn’t a single day that goes by where I don’t have to tell someone to NOT touch me. Don’t pat may back! Don’t grab my hand! Don’t pull fuzz off my shirt! Just don’t do it!

Thank you!

OK @darthluminescent , it’s not  Anakin “oh my god I have a cold and I’m probably dying now” Skywalker, but it is more Texts From Anakin. ;) 

Anakin: [text] SNIPS
Ahsoka: omggggg WHAT IS IT NOW MASTER it is 1 am 
Anakin: im just worried what if he doesnt like the chocolate cake 
Ahsoka: you SAID he likes chocolate cake. i have seen him eat chocolate cake. it’s FINE. i’m going to bed now, Master. Please do the same. I’m putting my phone on silent. Goodnight!!

Anakin: pls say u r awake 
Padme: I have an early Senate meeting tomorrow. I care about you, but if this is about that birthday cake again, I am going to have to block your number. 
Padme: Was it about the birthday cake?
Anakin: no but now im not gonna tell u 
Padme: goodnight Ani. I am sure he will like everything you’ve planned. 💕

Anakin: look I am just really really worried about all of this bc it has to be perfect and is that one photo of me i put in his card too much? like i know i look hot but this is a man who gets embarrassed when people kiss on the holonet 
Mace Windu: wrong number skywalker
Mace Windu: and if you ever text me at 2 am again with this ridiculous bullshit i will bust you back down to initiate again 
Anakin: shit sorry 

Anakin: OK no one else is awake so i need ur help: i bought 17 kinds of tea for obiwans birthday do u think that is enough???
Quinlan Vos: Skywalker, the man got a rock for his birthday once, OK? u need to RELAX. He owns like 2 pairs of pants and he’s eaten the exact same breakfast every day for 35+ years. 17 kinds of tea is going to be like Space Mardi Gras for him. Plus he’s gonna be getting it from your pretty self. 
Quinlan Vos: Getting the tea from you, I mean. Of course.
Quinlan Vos: 😏
Anakin: omg why did i seek ur counsel 
Quinlan Vos: hey I’m just a fan 

I would like to take a moment to describe something, to create some awareness for those of you who have never experienced it

Imagine, if you will, a world where chocolate is weirdly omnipresent. You personally don’t like chocolate, and never have. You just don’t like it. But boy, does everyone else like it, and it is EVERYWHERE.

Everyone loves chocolate. Everyone has a favorite type of chocolate, and everyone expects you to also have a favorite type of chocolate. Everywhere you go, people are eating chocolate. It’s hard to find things that don’t involve chocolate in some way, and you often have to reluctantly stomach chocolatey food because there’s nothing else. Every quiz, form, ask game, etc. includes questions about your preferences in chocolate. Every song on the radio is about chocolate, and every book and TV show- the ones that don’t directly revolve around chocolate, that is- includes randomly inserted chocolate ads that you find weird, unnecessary, annoying, and usually poorly done, but somehow everyone else loves them. People argue about their favorite chocolate ads, and sometimes it seems like they care more about the ads than the actual books or TV shows they’re from. You’ve also never heard of any characters who don’t like chocolate- occasionally you’ll see one who claims to not like chocolate, but there’s always eventually some plot where they find the variety of chocolate that’s right for them, and become proper chocolate lovers.

When you say you don’t like chocolate, people are shocked. They don’t understand, and they don’t believe there’s any way that could possibly be true. How could anyone not like chocolate?

“No way! That’s impossible. I mean, everyone likes chocolate. Come on, tell me for real, what’s your favorite type of chocolate?”
“Ok, but have you ever tried chocolate? When was the last time you had some? How do you know you don’t like chocolate if you haven’t tried every flavor?”
“Oh, are you one of those people who only likes white chocolate? It’s ok! I support white chocolate lovers, you can be honest with me! Now come on, what’s your favorite way to eat white chocolate? ;)”
“You know, tastes change as we get older. You’ll definitely change your mind, you’ll see.”
“I bet you’re just saying that because you don’t think you can afford chocolate. Don’t worry! There’s plenty of good, cheap chocolate. Even you can have some! You should have more confidence!”
“Omg, I wish I didn’t like chocolate, lol. I’m totally addicted, and it’s so hard to find your favorite kind of chocolate… You’re so lucky!”
“But if you don’t like chocolate… what do you eat? How do you live without chocolate?”
“Chocolate is a universal human experience! What are you, a robot? An alien?”
“Oh, you must have eaten spoiled chocolate… I’m sorry. But not all chocolate is like that! You can’t just give up on chocolate because of one bad experience!”
“You don’t want to go your whole life without chocolate, do you? Imagine how sad that would be!”

THAT IS WHAT IT’S LIKE BEING AROMANTIC IN THIS FUCKING AMATONORMATIVE PISS HOLE OF A WORLD. IT FUCKING SUCKS. So please… Don’t assume romance is a universal experience. If someone tells you they’re not interested in dating, don’t bother them about it, just accept it. Same goes for people who aren’t interested in shipping. I’m tired of being constantly interrogated and treated like an anomaly. Try to be mindful and inclusive of people who don’t do romance, and remember that we EXIST, and we deserve respect and we deserve to be able to enjoy and participate in things too.

i keep seeing that horrible post with that tweet that says “young transgender kids are like vegan cats” because they’re “not actually the ones in charge of their lifestyles”, followed by a long ass essay justifying the statement and spreading the idea that trans kids don’t really know anything about themselves and are confused or some shit. thanks for equating people starving their cats to parents being supportive of their kids. thanks for basically saying that letting kids explore gender and expression is child neglect. 

ask yourself, why the fuck do you need to insist and prove that a child is cis at the first suggestion of them wanting to be a different gender? why are you so afraid of the idea of having a transgender child? how does calling the kid by a different name/pronouns they want hurt you? of course, kids of any gender should be allowed to wear what they want and play with any type of toys, but there’s nothing wrong with also letting them know that being trans is okay. even if the kid decides that they’re not trans, you’d be showing them that you love and support them in their identity regardless.

want to know what’s actually a horrible thing to do to your child? to tell them over and over that they’re cis at the slightest indication of them being trans, drive it into their head they have to suffer silently and pretend to be cis, and refuse to offer any support for them in a society that already has an aggressive stance against trans people.  

scarlet night

summary: maybe hyunbin ditching you at a party wasn’t as bad as you thought it’d be

cast: vampire! jisung; you

genres: supernatural; romance

word count: 1.65k

a/n: OK FIRST OF ALL HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! honestly this was more for me than anyone else LOLOLOL this was inspired by a message telling me to write vamp! jisung when i was watching “hands on me” with everyong lol

  • when hyunbin told you he was bringing you to a friend’s halloween party, you didn’t think it would be a mixed party aka vampires and humans all mingling
  • not that it was a bad thing, but he usually didn’t bring you to those kinds of things because according to him: “most mixer parties are thrown by the thirsty idiots who are just looking for a meal”
  • he knows that you don’t mind being around other vampires since you’ve spent your whole life with him and nothing bad has happened at parties yet, but your AB- blood says otherwise
  • it just smells
  • so
  • good
  • and the weaker vampires can’t control themselves whenever they’re within a ten foot radius of you
  • thank god hyunbin gave you this necklace that wards off the thirsty hoes
  • wearing it shows that you’re under the protection of his family
  • it also releases a scent that masks the smell of your blood
  • it has a cute little cherry blossom charm (hyunbin’s family crest) embedded with garnet and hanging off a dainty white gold chain
  • you usually have it around your neck, but you forgot to wear it one day when you left the house in a rush
  • a hoard of vampires followed you around campus the whole day, asking if they could feed on you
  • not having the necklace on also meant that it was a lot easier for you to succumb to their mind control
  • and that’s exactly what happened
  • you were a minute away from being fed on by kim seokjin until hyunbin came from his meeting and pried him off you
  • “i’ll have you reported if you feed on her without her consent or if it’s when she’s under your mind control”
  • seokjin left soon after that, but not before smirking at you and flashing a bit of his fangs
  • hyunbin just sighed at you and gave you a look that said “see this is why you need to wear the necklace”
  • back to the present
  • you were standing in a cute angel costume next to hyunbin, who was wearing a suit
  • apparently he was going to be super junior with five others guys
  • you just shrugged and entered the house with him
  • “your necklace is on right?” he asked as the two of you passed by a group of people dressed as vampires
  • “yeah dont worry,” you reassured him, tapping the charm dangling at your collarbones. “i have a fourth dan black belt so if anyone tries anything, i’m gonna whoop their ass”
  • “y/n we have super strength remember?” hyunbin deadpanned
  • “oh yeah”
  • hyunbin left soon after that, but not before reminding you to call him if anything happened
  • you waved him off and headed over to the drink table by yourself
  • an assortment of drinks were set up neatly over the velvet tablecloth
  • at the very end of the table, next to the crystal glasses filled with soda were glasses filled with something that looked like blood
  • “don’t worry it’s just punch with a ton of food coloring” someone said
    you turned around to see who the voice belonged to
  • kim donghan was sipping on the punch with a smile
  • and he looked hot in the vampire costume he was wearing
  • his hair was slicked back and there was a red stain smeared across his face
  • hopefully it was fake blood or lipstick
  • “we wouldn’t put real blood out. that’s what the humans here are for”
  • you felt a shiver go down your spine and you immediately backed away from him
  • donghan laughed at your reaction and set his punch down
  • “it was a joke! most of us have blood tablets on hand so don’t worry about anything and have fun~ just make sure to not take hyunbin’s necklace off” he reminded you
  • you nodded slowly and speed walked out of there as a cool breeze blew past you
  • weird
  • somehow, you went from the living room of the house to the rooms upstairs
  • hyunbin was chatting with his friends that he was matching with, and when he saw you, he waved you over
  • “y/n this is daniel, sungwoo, jaehwan, jonghyun, and minhyun. this is my close friend y/n”
  • you smiled at them and most of them smiled back except minhyun, who was,,,,,,smirking? at you??
  • that was kinda weird
  • he was biting his lips and staring at your collarbones
  • you paid no mind to it at first bc hey you have the necklace and left their side after a while to get a drink downstairs
  • the house was full of people talking and breathing at the same time
  • people were talking off jackets and outer layers because it was stuffy
  • you shouldnt have felt cold
  • hyunbin had promised earlier that day that the vampires at this party all had their cravings in check because they took their blood tablets regularly
  • nope
  • “y/n” someone whispered into your ear
  • you turned around and saw red eyes
  • it was minhyun
  • “did anyone ever tell you that you smell really good?” he asked with a smirk
  • you nodded absentmindedly and smiled at minhyun
  • on the inside, you were screaming at yourself to stop, but it wasn’t going to happen
  • you had already fallen under his control
  • “y/n can i,,,,can i bite you?” he asked, his voice raspy
  • you nodded, your hands slowly reaching out to grab his blazer to brace yourself for the momentary pain you’d feel
  • the tips of his fangs were about to puncture your skin when all of a sudden, minhyun was pulled back away from you
  • “contain yourself. we don’t need anyone getting reported to the council today”
  • you snapped out of the trance and looked up at your savior
  • he was dressed in a cute chick costume and was holding minhyun by the arm
  • chick boy gave you a sorry smile
  • “sorry about him. he’s falls under a blood spell pretty easily. you not wearing hyunbin’s necklace doesn’t help either.“
  • your hand flew to your collarbones
  • he was right
  • the necklace was gone
  • the new guy took a metal container out of his pocket and opened it up before holding it out in front of minhyun
  • minhyun took one with shaky hands and popped it into his mouth
  • the red in his eyes slowly faded away and minhyun reverted to his calmer self
  • "you should stay by hyunbin’s side for the rest of the party. i don’t think you should be wandering around here alone without the necklace”
  • you nodded and walked back upstairs with minhyun and the new guy
  • unfortunately for you, hyunbin had left the upstairs area and went who knows where
  • you were screwed basically
  • jisung scratched his head and took your hand
  • that caught you off guard
  • what made you even more shocked was that his hand was warm
  • you’ve held hyunbin’s hand multiple times, but it was never warm
  • “you should stay with minhyun and i for now. the full moon is coming out soon and people will be out of control if they smelled you”
  • you shot him a confused look and pulled away from him
  • “how do i know you and minhyun won’t try and bite me like some of the vampires here?”
  • jisung smiled
  • “if you’re going to put your life in the hands of any vampire here other than hyunbin, people will tell you that i’m the second best option” he said
  • you were still doubtful of him
  • “y/n, jisung has been on blood tablets for the past four years. he hasn’t fed on anyone in that duration of time. and im fine now because of the tablet” minhyun piped up
  • ok if you were shook bc at the warmth of his hands, you were even more shook now
  • how was it possible that jisung could handle not feeding for four years straight??
  • most vampires can’t even handle one week without real blood, even if they were talking blood tablets to subdue their thirst
  • “okay” you said reluctantly
  • you and jisung never found hyunbin
  • minhyun had left after searching with you guys bc apparently jaehwan was going to do some dumb shit and he didn’t want to be known as the roommate of the guy who tore off the ceiling fan
  • the more it got closer to midnight, the more restless you were beginning to feel
  • the stares you were getting from a few vampires were making you uncomfortable
  • “don’t worry, they’re just teasing you. we wouldn’t go after hyunbin’s girl” jisung reassured you
  • if there was water in your mouth, you would have spit it out
  • jisung was just like wtf??
  • you wiped away a fake tear and composed yourself
  • “we’re just friends. hyunbin and i have known each other since we were kids. there’s nothing going on between us” you said
  • “but a ton of people said they saw hyunbin feeding on you a couple of times. and you’re under his family’s protection, which means that you’re pretty much his partner. doesn’t that mean you’re a thing?” he asked
  • you just laughed again and shook your head
  • “there’s no meaning behind them giving me the necklace. and hyunbin rarely feeds off me; he only does it when blood tablets do nothing for him” you explained
  • “then would you let anyone feed on you if they gave you that excuse?” jisung asked again
  • you shook your head
  • “are you crazy? do you know how much blood i’d lose if i was that naive?” you scoffed. “i’ll only let people i trust to feed off me”
  • jisung nodded at your answered in agreement
  • “good. you’re worth more than your blood. if anyone tries anything on you, tell hyunbin to tell me. my dad is on the council and i can have them banned from any building you’re in.”
  • “nah it’s fine.”
  • “are you sure?”
  • “yeah. and jisung?”
  • “mhm?”
  • “you’re now included in the list of people i trust”

ok but i had a thought you guys

percy weasley is the third child, right? after bill and charlie

and my uncle is the third (and last, actually) child in his family, and he was telling me all about how his parents never remembered any of the milestones or anything that happened in his life, at which point my auntie tuned in to say that people she know who have had three children say that the first is hard, the second is harder, and the third is a blur

what if one of the reasons percy seems distant from his family is because he’s the forgotten child? and he must not have really had anyone to speak about this to because bill and charlie wouldn’t understand and fred and george have each other 

hence percy’s difficulties with his family: he kinda feels rejected and he’s got nobody to talk to about it


Diego, erís el más seco 🤓 ( y el final jajajjaja)

y ahora una mala traducción:

L: Diego, one minute!
D: What happened?
L: A pleasure, Luis Romano from Uruguay
D: Ah, from Uruguay, nice to meet you
L: It’s for channel 10 from Uruguay
D: Greeting to Uruguay
L: Before anything I want to ask you, what did you do good to get to be jury
for the Berlinale?
D: I don’t know, they dont know me that well, rather. But no, what I did good? I dont know. Its an incredible gift to come see movies to a festival without pressure, to have the opportunity to celebrate the filmmakers and to meet this group of people whom im gonna be with 12 days, discussing cinema, Its a great gift.
L: Have you seen any movie already?
D: We have seen 1 movie, yes.
L: Which one?
D: mmm, I can’t tell you.
L: Ok, and i was gonna ask you one thing
D: Tell me.
L: So this is the most political Berlinale from the last years.
D: Well, its the world that’s changing and is urged for us to give our opinions and for us to be involved, and cinema is a reflection of the reality we live in, so not only this festival, I think all film festivals from this year, and in general in the opportunites where there are microphones to comunicate with the people they will be used to send messeges…
L: I wanna ask you a question, and i don’t wanna waste your time, later if you want we can speak longer, but I wanna ask you, you as a mexican, how do you see the situation between Mexico and the United States now with the subject of the wall?
D: It’s not a situation between Mexico and the United States, there are many United States, and theres a part in the United States with which I conect really good and I have family and I have friends. Theres a problem called Donald Trump, and we all have to face it, and confront it, sorry, not face it.
L: And how do you think the Seventh Art has to stand with regard to this types of politics?
D: The same thats it’s already doing, but cinema has always, I tell you,  been a reflection of the reallity and its a opportunity to comunicate us, to express us, to conect us, to put themes on the table that need to be discussed and to wake awareness. It always has been.
L: Well, before anything, thank you so much, and can you send a greeting to channel 10 from Uruguay?
D: Greeting to channel 10, I’m freezing, gotta go.
(he said actually: im shitting myself from the cold lmao)

anonymous asked:

I have a legit question for you. I don't mean this in a hateful or negative way I just really want to know your opinion on this. Since in the american military you can not enlist if you have any type of diabetes or any form of mental illness. So why are people so outraged that trans people who experience higher rates of mental health issues can't enlist? Again I'm not trying to spread hate I just want to know what your opinion is on this and maybe help me understand.

ok so…i don’t wanna start a debate so this’ll probably be the only other message i answer concerning this, but there’s like a million things wrong with that logic. i’m just gonna tell you right now that absolutely no one is thinking by that logic, and doing so is just providing thinly veiled transphobia trying to justify the seizure of trans people’s rights. (not accusing you of being transphobic, but that’s just the way it comes across. it’s grasping at straws, honestly.)

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hey guys

maybe this is too much to ask but

if i ever say something rude or make you uncomfortable with one of my text posts, can you tell me?

i dont want any of you to feel that im unreachable and that i cant be reasoning with. i want everyone to feel as much as safe as i can provide.

i know sometimes it takes me a while to warm around people (trust issues and my overall anxiety that in any moment im going to fucked up) but im just a goofus that likes to ramble about cartoons and shows and movies.

ok first of all i want to thank @13lackout with all my heart for making this gorgeous banner i absolutely love it and i love paige so so much 💕

now!!! hello it’s your local irrelevant taekook stan - aka me (iulia) - coming at you with her first follow forever! but this is really just me wanting to show my utmost appreciation to all these fantastic blogs that i have had the chance of finding and to all the people that brighten my dashboard simply by existing  ✨💖🌷 i’ve had this blog for nearly a year now which is pretty insane?? (though i’ve only started using it in december or sth) and since then i’ve been able to meet such lovely people that i utterly adore 💗💖 because let me tell you that i’ve been on tumblr for about 5 or 6 years (but pls don’t be concerned about my mental sanity as i’ve also took some pauses in-between lmao) and this is the first community i have truly felt like i belonged in since my pastel blogger days 💓💖💕 so yeah here it is!! thank you so much to all of you for existing!! ✨🌷 💓 ✨✨🌷 and if i’ve forgotten any mutuals please come and scream at me (and know that i do not love you any less i’m just a rly huge mess ok) 

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thoughts on being seen as a straight man

because i pass as a man, people think i’m a straight man when i say that i love women. that makes me feel awful because of two things -

first, i feel like the worst kind of straight no homo guy when i say that i’m not interested in men - even though i’m not even a man. and that in itself is really weird? i have so much shame and internalized lesbophobia around not being into men that i feel homophobic when i say that i’m not into men? it feels so complicated. i need to reflect more on that feeling, but it’s definitely there and it’s not pleasant. i don’t know if other passing butches feel that way? if you do and you have any tips on how to deal with it, let me know.

and second - if people assume i’m a man who loves women, they are going to assume that i love women the way men ~love~ women. and i am extremely uncomfortable with that. i want people to know how much i care for and love women, how i want to protect them from men, how i want to hold them and tell them it’s gonna be ok. i care so much for women, and people assume i’m a straight man. it hurts so bad to know that people see me that way and think about me that way.

people are gonna say i shouldn’t complain about this, because i wanted to go on T and i wanted to pass. yeah, it’s true i wanted to go on T, and i still want to be on T (although that’s complicated as well). but the problem is not me. the problem is not me wanting to “look like a man” and ease my dysphoria. the problem is people not knowing that there are lesbians who do “look like men”. and that’s why we, as butches on T, need so much more visibility. i was involved in LGBT spaces for 5 years before i even learned about butches on T. that’s not normal. we need to be visible.

the worst being, obviously, that other lesbians i meet in public spaces don’t know i’m a lesbian. and that’s what hurts me the most.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Just a question for others on here, I'm thinking about cutting my hair short, as in pixie style, because my hair becomes a pain to handle and I can't use my spoones just to shower. But, and here my question, my mom thinks it's more work to style short hair every day than just throw it in a ponytail (my hair is just long enough for the top to be in a ponytail ). Any people here that do have short hair for the same reason and could tell me if it's easier to handle? Thank you! -🌟🐑

Ok other mods don’t seem to be very active so I’m just gonna ask the audience on this one, but I know a lot of people with short hair who don’t style it and it looks good - Mod Liz

Accidental Boyfriend ~ Oliver Wood

hello cutie pies! this request comes from @kuroitamashii ! I hope you enjoy it, I am so sorry for the wait! 

Request: Hi! Could I have “I accidentally called you my girlfriend/boyfriend today.” with Oliver Wood please? Thank you!

Pairing: Oliver Wood x Reader

Y/N: Your Name

Word Count: 1135

You stormed off the quidditch pitch with your broom clutched tightly in your hand and a scowl on your face. All you wanted to do was get in some extra practice before the match with Slytherin scheduled for tomorrow, when an egotistical Ravenclaw boy had decided to ruin your morning by asking you out for the eighth time that week.

Although you had declined his offer each time, he didn’t seem to be getting the hint, so you did the one thing you thought might get him off your back.

As you entered the Great Hall, you wondered how you should go about telling your best friend that you had drug him in to your sticky suitor situation.

You plopped down on the bench next to Oliver Wood and he immediately noticed the scowl on your face.

“Alright there, love? You look a bit angry,” Oliver said before taking a sip of his pumpkin juice.

I accidentally called you my boyfriend this morning.

He began choking on his drink, and after he caught his breath, he turned towards you with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry, but would you mind repeating what you just said? Surely I misheard you.”

“Nope, you heard correctly. Henry, that Ravenclaw boy I told you about, he asked me out again this morning and so I thought telling him I wasn’t single would get him to stop.”

“You thought a good way to get him off your back would be to make me your fake boyfriend?”

“It’s really not that far-fetched of an idea, Oliver, loads of people think we’re together.”

A small smile tugged at his lips as he said, “People think we’re dating? Huh, I didn’t know that.”

You rolled your eyes at him and shook your head in disbelief.

“Are you serious, Wood? You carry my books to class, last year you punched Flint in the nose when he said I looked like a good shag, you call me ‘love’ more than my actual name, and sometimes you sleep in my dorm. What the bloody hell else are people going to think?”

Oliver looked down at his breakfast and you could have sworn you saw a faint blush paint his cheeks before he mumbled a reply.

“Well, yeah, I guess I do those things but Y/N, I think I need to tell you that it’s because I – “

“Yes, I know Oliver, it’s because you consider me your best friend. I get it, you’re my best friend too. Some people just don’t think a boy and a girl can be best friends without harboring feelings for one another, but we’re here to prove them wrong!”

“No! I mean, yes, you are my best friend but, well, do you have any hard evidence that a boy and a girl can be just friends?”

“Harry and Hermione!”

“Well, yes, but she’s also best friends with Ron and they’re definitely in love with each other.”

“Ok, fair point, but just because I can’t think of anyone other than you and me to back up my claim doesn’t mean that we’re the only ones.”

A snort of laughter came from across the table and you looked up to see Fred Weasley snickering into his cup.

“What’s so funny, Fred?” You asked as you crossed your arms and tilted your head slightly.

“You really are thick, aren’t you?” Fred chuckled as he stood up from the table and walked towards the doors of the Great Hall.

You turned towards Oliver and he was already staring at you.

“What’s he talking about, Oliver?”

“Nothing, you know how he is, always joking around and such. I’ll see you later, I have an essay for Potions to finish before class.”

He stood up from the table, left a kiss on your cheek, and then he too walked towards the doors of the Great Hall.

You watched him as he walked away, and let out a soft sigh when he was too far for you to see anymore. Even though you lied about it day after day, you truly did believe it was impossible for a boy and a girl to be best friends without falling in love. After all, you were head over heels for Oliver and had been since third year. You should have been good at lying about it since you had been doing it for four years, but just about everyone knew of your feelings.

Well, everyone except Oliver, and you were perfectly fine with it staying that way. You would rather spend forever with unrequited love than take the chance of ever making things awkward between you and your very best friend.

Suddenly, the plate of food in front of you was no longer appetizing, and you left the Great Hall to shower and change into your school robes before lessons began.

When you reached the Gryffindor common room, you saw Fred and Oliver sitting at a table in the corner and heard the last bit of what seemed to be a serious lecture from Fred to Oliver.

“ – tell her mate, she’s obviously mad for you too.”

They both looked up and when they saw that it was you, Oliver groaned and let his head fall to the table while Fred started laughing.

“If this isn’t a sign,” Fred said as he rose from his chair, “then I don’t know what is. Good luck, Wood, see you later.”

Fred ran up to the stairs to the boy’s dormitory and Oliver beckoned for you to come sit with him.

“Listen Y/N, I’m just going to come right out and say it. I don’t want to be your fake boyfriend to get some pompous arse to stop asking you out.”

“Oh, ok then, I’m sorry I should have asked you first but I – “

You couldn’t finish your sentence because Oliver had placed his hand over your mouth.

“I’d rather be your real boyfriend so that the pompous arse stops asking you out.”

He moved his hand away from your mouth, and your lips parted slightly while your eyes widened.

“Y/N? Do you have anything to say?”

“Yeah, I do. Why do you have to be so clever when admitting you have feelings for me? Why couldn’t you just say ‘hey I fancy you’ or something more straightforward?”

“Hey, I fancy you. Would you be my girlfriend?”

“Of course, Oliver, I thought you’d never ask!”

“You know…nothing is really going to change since I apparently already acted like your boyfriend. Except now we can snog and what not.”

“Wanna practice?”

“I love that idea. It might take us a while to get it perfect though. I mean, really, it could take hours.”

“I’m perfectly fine with that.”

“Brilliant, me too.”

anonymous asked:

Why would your therapist be thinking of you? You're just a client. She's paid to listen to you, you're not friends. I'm sure she has her own life, with friends and relatives that she knows personally that she will be thinking about. Also why are you missing her of all people while you are on holiday? Clearly you're in denial about your attachment to her. Yes, forming a relationship with your therapist is vital for successful therapy but your need to feel special by her needs addressing.

Ok so I’ll take the bait and properly answer this one because I’m missing therapy.

I know I’m just a client and that my therapist has her own life, but that doesn’t mean she won’t ever think of me. When I worked as a doctor, I still thought of my patients every so often when I was off work, wondering how they were doing. I’ve been seeing T once a week for five years so we have a long relationship and it’s not unreasonable she might think of me from time to time. In fact, I know she does because she tells me so.

Don’t be ridiculous, of course I’m allowed to miss her. She’s an important person to me and it’s completely natural that we miss people who are important to us when we can’t see them. You can’t and shouldn’t turn feelings on and off like that. I’m not in any denial of my attachment to her, I know I’m attached and it’s ok, she’s ok with that, I’m ok with that, and if an anon on tumblr is not ok with that, well that’s not my problem.


You stared at Sam for a few seconds, desperately wanting to believe what he was telling you about Dean was true but you knew you couldn’t and you shouldn’t believe him. He had just told you, or more like it slipped him and then decided to tell you all of it, how Dean really felt for you but you were unable to believe him.

“Ha-ha very funny, Sam” you said with no emotion in your voice.

“Wh-what? No, (Y/n). No. Listen, I’m telling you the truth. Dean has feelings for you. He- he told me! He’s in love with you but- but you know how he is. Won’t dare say those three words no matter what. He-” Sam started speaking again but you cut him off.

“Enough Sam. Please.” your voice broke in the end. You wanted more than anything to believe him. You’ve had feelings for Dean for what seemed like forever and you wished with all your heart that what Sam was telling you was true but- but you highly doubted it at the same time. That was the reason why you had not told him for your feelings, too. You were not like the girls you knew Dean liked, not like the ones he picked at bars. You were not skinny and beautiful like them. You had your flaws, who didn’t after all, and some extra weight that made you really self-conscious. You knew you would have no luck with a man like him.

“It is not funny anymore” you pursed your lips and Sam looked at you with a sad expression.

He was your closest friend and had many times heard about all of your insecurities and self doubts. How you didn’t like your body image and would not find anything positive on you. He had insisted otherwise but you were unable to believe him.

“No, (Y/n) hear me out. Dean has-” Sam started speaking again only to be cut off by…

… Dean himself.

“What the hell?!” Dean’s angry voice roared behind you and you both turned to look at a pissed off Dean Winchester.

“Dean, please it’s ok. There is no need to be pissed at Sam. He was just making a joke. Maybe a little bit out of taste joke but it’s-” you raised your hands to stop him, trying to force a smile on your face but the pain in your eyes was evident.

“Oh I am pissed at Sam, and mind my words you’re gonna pay for this Samuel!-” he pointed a finger looking at Sam “-But most of all I am pissed at you!” he shouted even more angry, pointing a finger at you this time.

“M-me? Wh-why? What did I-” you started stuttering, not knowing what you did to make him angry.

“Why the hell would you think that all of this is a joke?” he asked with wide eyes and Sam took this as a sign to leave you two alone.

“It- it was not a joke?” you whispered, voice laced with disbelief.

“Of course it was not! And you have no idea how pissed I am at you for not believing it! Why? Tell me why?” he demanded and you looked down at your hands.

You didn’t dare speak so Dean urged you more “(Y/n)-”

“I just don’t think why someone like you would ever want anyone like… me” you motioned to yourself and looked down at your feet again.

“Why? Because you are not skinny like the girls that will not stop flirting with me at bars? Because you have a little extra weight? Because you think you’re not beautiful. You think you’re not good enough because of your appearance? Because-” he started speaking but you cut him off.

“Yes, Dean! YES! Because I am NOT good enough!” you all-but-shouted, tears streaming down your face “Nor will I ever be” you mumbled looking down.

“You’re kidding me, right? I’m here bearing my heart out to you. Saying that I love you, thing I only said once, to my mother, and you- you go and tell me that you think you’re not good enough? And all of that because of things that somebody made you believe about yourself?”

“It’s not things somebody made me believe, Dean. It’s the truth. Because I know how I look- Even though I don’t want too, I can see myself in a mirror every day, ok?” you mumbled and avoided his eyes.

“And that just makes you not good enough? So, you have some extra weight, so what? Did you ever see me or Sam or any of the people that actually matter to you in your life treat you any differently because of that? Hell, I fell in love with you just because of that. Do you really have any idea how beautiful you are. Do you?” he asked you in disbelief.

“I-” you felt your throat close. You were unable to form words. You just stared at him with wide eyes. You could never even imagine that he would say all of these things to you but here he actually was. Saying them… and much more.

“Unless…” he hesitated, looking down at his feet “You don’t feel the same way” it seemed as if the thought had just settled on his mind.

“Wh-what? No! NO!” you exclaimed and Dean looked at you. A smile forming on his lips.

“I-I… do. I really do” you felt heat rise in your cheeks.

“Well, then no more words. Come here woman!” he said with a huge grin and before you could react he closed the distance between you and crashed his lips to yours.

Both of you smiling through the kiss.

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