that cleared up so many things for me

Sexuality

So I got slightly tipsy the other night and just decided to say that I was Pansexual, and that’s a big deal to me because I am happy and comfortable with my sexuality. Of course, many people have been criticizing this saying I said it “just to get special snowflake tumblerina points” and “but you’re married?!?!?” 

Alright, let’s talk about this so I can clear some things up. One of the main reasons I’ve always been very cautious about my sexuality is because growing up my father made sure to make any kind of non-straight sexuality bad. He would call my gay friends the F word, ask me about once a month if I was a Lesbian like it was a dirty word, and constantly use slurs, etc. It was hard, I questioned my sexuality a lot. I also suffered verbal and sexual abuse from my mother, so that made things even more confusing for me as you can imagine. 

Growing up there were times I thought I was asexual, times I thought I was bi, times I just stopped caring completely because it was just too complicated for me to even think about. I watched the movie “Kinsey” in high school and realized that sexuality was a spectrum and left it at that until I had a lot of therapy much, much later in life.

Recently though (the past year I guess), I’ve been doing a lot of soul searching on finding a label for what I was. I guess because I felt like it was something I was ready to do, and being Pansexual fit what I was. I didn’t care about gender, I didn’t care about anything really, who I was attracted to was never defined by anything I could put reasoning or black and white labels on. And yes, I have been attracted to men and women but their gender had nothing to do with my level of attraction. 

And yes, I’m happily married and love my husband, but sexuality still exists after you’re married. 

Anyway, thanks for listening everyone. It’s hard for me to share these things because of how awful some of my past is, I genuinely don’t like talking about it but sometimes I feel the need to clarify my feelings and sharing them with you all is important. Especially if some of you have struggled through some of the same issues that I have. 

Stay strong, love you tweethearts! <3 

The Meaning of Life

I just read someone asking sixpenceee about the weirdest thing that’s happened to her and she mentioned having a dream where she saw a different universe or dimension and I wanted to add mine to it. About a year ago at this point, I dreamt that I was being physically taken from my body - like, I saw myself sleeping in bed next to my boyfriend at the time - and something or someone was lifting me up. I wish I could describe what this thing was or what it looked but I’m not even sure if it was a being or an object or what have you, it never made it clear. Anyway, I was taken all around the world and told so many things. I vividly remember seeing places around the world I’ve never seen and in such detail. After I was shown earth, I was taken above earth and into the universe where there was this intense, calming feeling. I was told by the ‘being’ that was essentially my tour guide, that we all go through stages and levels to reach that place where we were. Even the place that I was at was only like, a foyer of sorts for what was in store after you completed these apparent levels. The tour guide told me that the ultimate goal is to reach something like ascension and becoming “god” with everyone else, and that the most important thing to understand was that we are ALL “god” after we’ve reached this certain point.

I don’t know, everything was so intense and surreal and I haven’t been able to forget the feeling the dream gave me. Thought it was a worth a share!

Whipped…boyfriend!!!

“Boo!”

Y/N isn’t expecting for Harry to be surprised much, at least not for sneaking up on him.

“Y/N, love! I’ve missed ye’ so much, kitten!”

He tucks his phone into his back pocket before wrapping his arms around her waist and picking her up, a grin so wide and a feeling so comforting that nothing in the world could ruin the moment.

“Missed you loads, too, H!” She whispers into his hair, the feeling of his breath on her neck soothing her instantly.

Harry pecks at her neck before setting her back down, his eyes scanning over her every feature. His heart melts at the way she looks up at him, and when he sees her stand on her tip toes, he leans down to press his lips to hers.

It’s a playful exchange of kisses, with Y/N’s hands gripping at the sides of his printed shirt, and Harry’s large hands cupping her face. Kisses with open eyes and big stupid smiles. Kisses that don’t last longer than three second before their lips separate only to press together again. And in between them, Harry whispers ‘missed ye’ too much’ and ‘I love you’ in broken phrases.

Missed. Kiss. Ye’. Kiss. Too. Kiss. Much. Kiss.

He nudges his nose against hers lightly before pressing one last kiss to her forehead and wrapping an arm around her neck so it dangles over her shoulder as they begin to walk.

“Didn’t tell me ye’ were comin’ for a visit, love.”

Not that Harry minds, at all. He just would’ve liked to have been the first person she saw, not some random cabbie or whoever picked her up at the airport.

“Thought it’d be fun to pop by unannounced. Jeff pitched the idea after he overheard Mer talking to me over the phone. Said you could use a little company in that empty hotel room of yours.”

She bumps his hip with hers, giggling for a moment at the famous half smirk he gives her.

“Hm, well if tha’s why ye’ came here then I reckon we should get t’ tha’ empty hotel room, ehh?”

He’s stopped dead in his tracks, moving to stand in front of Y/N to look at her directly. And Harry can visibly see her tense up, the playful look she’d been sporting a few seconds ago gone.

“Y/N-” he begins, eyebrows furrowed into concern, only to be cut off.

“I’m sorry, H. I know it’s taking forever, but it’s just-” and she’s trying so hard not to disappoint him. She knows they’ve been dating far too long for intimacy not to be part of the relationship already, and it makes her mad that she can’t let herself love him in that way. Not because she doesn’t want to, she knows they’re meant to be together, she just doesn’t feel ready yet.

“No. No, kitten, you’ve got nothing t’ apologise for,” Harry’s hands rub at her upper arms soothingly, hoping to assure her that he’s okay with it, “m'not ever g'na rush this. I want ye’ t’ be sure when the time comes that you want it as much as I do.”

“But I know that it’s frustrating and-”

“-and m'g'na wait as long as I’ve got t’. M'not g'na love ye’ less b'cos of it. Jus’ wan’ ye’ t’ be sure, love.”

He gives her that smile. That toothy smile that can make all their problems fade into nothing. And so she smiles, too.

“Tha’s m'girl.”

***

“Well would ye’ look at this lovely picture.”

A 'wuh-PSSSH’ sound follows the comment, a voice too familiar not to notice.

“Still whipped, mate?”

Harry just smiles, unwrapping his arm from around Y/N to stand up and greet his friend in a proper hug.

“Oh, look at this,” Y/N can hear Harry coo before she’s even got the chance to slip out of the booth they’re currently sat at, “Freddie’s here!”

And to say he completely disregarded Louis at this point would be an understatement, he might as well be invisible now.

Harry stretches his arms out, and Louis complies at letting him hold his one year old.

“Nice t’ see ye’ too, Harry. I’ve been great, thanks mate.”

Harry pays the sarcasm no mind as he sets the baby on his hip, and instead smiles and coos at Freddie who looks up at him with happy eyes.

“Don’t worry, did the same to me earlier.” Y/N laughs at the thought of Harry having left her side with out a second thought to hold who she came to find out was an adorable little baby girl named Ruby.

Louis welcomes her into a hug, whispering a low 'outta have kids then’ in her ear.

And that warms her heart. To think that one day, she’ll be lucky enough to welcome a lovely little human that’ll be a mix of her and Harry, she honestly can’t wait. But now she feels even more guilty.

But Harry smiles at her adoringly, baby Freddie in his arms chuckling and trying to grab at Harry’s short but now longer hair.

“I see you two are still disgustingly sweet as usual,” Louis comments.

Just the way Harry looks at you, it’s unreal and anyone who knew you both would swear you were meant for each other, even before either of you realised it. And that’s exactly what your friends thought. Seeing Harry look at you the way he did at the many dinners and house parties everyone would gather for definitely added to those thoughts.

And you two have been practically inseparable ever since New York. You were glad Harry had gathered up the courage to find you that night, don’t know if you’d be in this position if he hadn’t. You were glad he was hell bent on not leaving that hotel room until things were cleared up because “really miss m'best friend. Tell me wha’ I did so I can fix it, kit'en.” And you were glad he’d said those three words that solidified the fact that he was there to make sure you were his, even though you had been all along.

“Will be. So long as this one will have me,” the press of Harry’s lips to Y/N’s has Louis grunting in pretend distaste.

“Better get going, don’ wanna interrupt Harry still being whipped.”

Harry hands Freddie over with a pout.

“Still no complaints though.”

***

To say everything is going perfect would be an understatement. Harry’s music is being praised and appreciated and Y/N can’t explain how happy it makes her that Harry’s happy. His performances are nothing short of amazing, and she loves seeing him gush over “they were singing along, babe! Just a great feelin’!”

She’s been flying back and forth along his side during all this. New York, London, Paris, and then back to New York. And Harry loves sharing this with her. He loves having her watching him from the side lines, singing along as she claps and gives him thumbs up and blows kisses at him for support. He loves getting off stage with so much adrenaline and kissing her so hard because Harry doesn’t take anything for granted, no. He’s thankful he’s getting to do what he loves and even more with his better half by his side.

“A'right. How do I look?” His jazz hands and that big smile plastered on his face are indication of just how hyped he is for this.

“I’ve never seen anyone pull off black better than you, H!”

And it’s true. Harry can pull off any colour. Blue, red, yellow, pink; you name it! But black. Black gives him a sexy sort of mysterious sophistication.

“Think so?” He looks himself over in the mirror, content at his choice.

Y/N looks at him through the mirror from where she’s sat on the couch of his dressing room, nodding a yes as she gets up to stand on the furniture.

“Please no stage diving today?” She’d be all for it, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s already tried it and it didn’t go as planned. She really doesn’t want him or any of the fans getting injured.

Harry only chuckles and nods in embarrassment as he strides over to stand in front of her, his head tilting up just a bit to look at her since she’s standing on the cushions.

“M'serious, Harry!” But she smiles anyway, arms lazily slung over his shoulders and around his neck. She brings a hand to tug at the hairs at the nape of it as Harry sets his at either side on her hips, thumbs rubbing at her hipbones.

It’s the last listening party before the album is released, and Harry’s pretty sure the second he mentions stage diving, Jeff will have him pulled off stage. Or carried because it is Jeff after all.

“I’ll try not to, kit'en.” Harry doesn’t know why it was a good idea to do it in the first place. But he had all that adrenaline and he was just so excited. Y/N of course had scolded him and slapped his arm after he got off stage because, “you could’ve broken something Harry!!” But he’d kissed the small amount of anger away.

“I’ll be watching from the sides?” Every time before a performance or an interview she says that, and every time she does Harry smiles just as big.

***

“Congrats, Ni!!!!!”

Finally, after a few months of all the boys doing their own thing, everyone’s finally got a chance to gather up at a small venue for Harry’s pre-launch party. Jeff had asked Y/N for help in terms of invitees, and it’d be outrageous not to have Liam, Niall, and Louis attend.

And so Niall is the last to arrive, and the moment he walks through the door, a very tipsy Y/N can’t contain her excitement at finally reuniting with another one of her friends.

“Oí, have enough drinks for the rest of us have ya?” Niall just about tumbles back with the sudden weight of her body as she throws herself at him, but he catches her in his arms and steadies her.

“You’re late mister,” she’s slurring just a bit, words somewhat coherent.

“Does 'arry know you’re drunk??”

He wraps an arm around her waist for support, in fear that she might be too over her head to even walk with out tripping and falling.

“Drunk? M'not drunk,” she pokes at his chest, and Niall only now notices the red cup in her hand threatening to spill over his shirt, “you’re just sober.”

He lets out a lively laugh. Drunk Y/N is something else, and he’s only ever seen her like this when Harry’s not really paying attention to her.

She hiccups and continues with a pout, “he’s over somewhere. With some girl,” she motions her hand around and nowhere in particular, again, the drink sploshing around in the red cup.

Harry hadn’t meant to leave her alone, he’d been pulled away from her side by someone he can’t even recall the name of, because that’s how out of it he is. So he’s been handed drink left and right, downing them with out retaliation because he doesn’t wanna seem like a downer. And although he really should go find his Y/N, he doesn’t think she’d mind if she’s having fun too.

But she’s not. At least not as much as she’d like. All she wants is for Harry to kiss her and hold her hand, because they’re both affectionate drunks, and it’s always a plus to annoy their friends in that way. But she hasn’t seen him in a while. Last she caught a glimpse was about an hour or so ago, when he was being led over to a group of people she doesn’t really recognise, and it made her notice how out of it she is. She doesn’t remember inviting half the people in the room, but the little attention Harry seems to be giving her has her drinking with out a purpose.

It reminds her of when they were only friends. In the same circumstance, she’d drink the night away in hopes of erasing the image of Harry smiling wide, eyes crinkled because some girl was whispering god knows what in his ear. He’d be hunched over just a bit to give the girl better access as she mumbled and giggled. And Harry would nod slightly before moving to whisper something back, face too close to her liking. But it, too, was always nothing, because shortly after she would have to turn away. Try to hide the fact that yes, she might have been staring at Harry for much longer than she’d ever admit to. And when he’d catch a glimpse of her doing just the same with a guy, giggling and whispering and smiling like crazy, he’d make his way over. Weaving his way around dancing bodies to get to her. And he’d smile that drink infused crooked smile of his before whispering something like “let’s get ye’ home, pet,” and leading her out of the place with his palm to her lower back.

So yeah, this sort of reminds her of old times. Only this time, they’re actually dating and he’s nowhere to be found.

***

Harry doesn’t remember getting home. He doesn’t remember taking off his clothes either.

In fact, the last thing he remembers is Y/N kissing at his neck and tugging at his pants.

And..oh no. If that’s how…if they were both drunk and-ah shit! Neither of them were suppose to be drunk when it finally happened. Harry wanted to make sure she would be okay with everything going on. He would have wanted to whisper how good she was taking him. Wanted to assure her that he was there with her, that all he wanted was to make her feel good. Harry just wanted to make love to her the right way.

And now he doesn’t even remember half the night.

So he brings his hand over his face, because not only does he not remember, he also doesn’t recognise the room he’s woken up in.

And then he looks beside him at the body under the white sheets.

He doesn’t recognise the person he’s woken up next to.

That’s not his Y/N.



Whipped…Boyfriend!!! Pt.2

Proud of Your Boy - Jason Todd x Batmom

If there’s one thing that Jason regrets about how his life turned out was that he disappointed you. You and Bruce had taken him in when he was just a street rat stealing to survive. Bruce was the closest thing that he had to a father and you, you were a mother to him in every way but blood.

When he died you were absolutely devastated. Jason didn’t like to imagine what it must have been like for you to lose him, your son. When he came back, there were times that he wanted to go to you, to be your son again but he was wild and angry. He lost sight of the person he had been and became someone that no mother could take pride in.

When he came back to Gotham as the Red Hood, Jason knew Bruce must have told you about all that he had done. When he thought about what you must think about what he’s done, shame clenched at his throat.

He wanted to do better for you.

Jason didn’t want to come home after all these years only to have you look at him like your son was still dead. Jason was determined to shape up before he allowed himself to beg for your forgiveness.

Jason had been in Gotham for almost a year working as the Red Hood alongside his brothers when Bruce finally started talking to him again. He could tell by the way Bruce interacted with him that he still had a long way to go though. It would never be the same between Jason and his adoptive parents but he wanted to mend what had been broken.

After a long night of patrol, Dick pulled Jason aside to talk to him while the others had already disappeared.

“You should go see, Mom.” Dick encouraged. “She asks about you all the time. She misses you man.” Dick said. Jason crossed his arms over his chest and trained his gaze to the ground below his feet.

He knew he would have to face you eventually. But he wasn’t sure if he was ready, if you would be ready to come to terms that he wasn’t the little boy you had raised anymore.

“She was devastated when you died, you know? She didn’t speak for two months, Jason. Not a word. You owe it to her to at least let her see you.” Dick continued. When Jason didn’t respond, he huffed and turned away from him. “She’s your mom too. You could at least pretend to care.”

Dick’s words really ate at Jason over the next couple of days. He decided it was was time for him to start making up for all the lost years. He stopped by the manor one day when Bruce was at the office. You were quietly humming to yourself while you were reading in the library. Jason hesitated briefly, wondering if he really had any right to see you. Before he had the chance to leave he cleared his throat to get your attention.

“Hi, Ma.” He said hesitantly. You looked up and stared wide eyed at him.

“Jason.” You said, your voice cracking with emotion.

“I’m sorry, Ma. I’m sorry for everything.” Jason started. There were so many things he wanted to say to you. He almost didn’t know where to start. “I know I’ve been a shitty son and I probably should have told you this a long time ago but I’m trying to be better. I know there’s no good reason you should believe me, not yet at least, and I’m not perfect like Dad or you but I’m trying Ma. I really am. I’m gonna make you proud one day, Ma.” Jason said before staring at the ground.

He had to admit being here with you again made him feel like that small rebellious kid again.  Jason vaguely heard you set your book down and walk over to where he stood awkwardly in the doorway.

“I am proud of you, Jason.” You said tilting his head so that his eyes met yours. Tears spilled over your eyes and your lip quivered slightly against your sad smile. Jason stood up and engulfed you in a tight hug. After all these years he felt different in your arms.

“I love you, Ma.” He whispered, sounding like the poor vulnerable boy that you had taken into your arms so long ago.

I’m not excusing mamamoo for that bindi or blackface at all (as an Afro- carribean women that shit pisses me off) but like some of y'all are so fake for picking and choosing what groups y'all are gonna drop based on their actions like I can name so many groups that have done so much problematic shit and y'all will turn a blind eye to it so fast. Like I don’t wanna name names but I see blogs on here who stan certain groups who have done problematic things and they’ll forgive them so fast but they’ll witch hunt other groups. Let me make it clear I’m not justifying their racist behavior. I just wanted to state something that I have been seeing in kpop for so long. Like you can’t pick and choose what is gonna offend you. If two groups do the same fucked up shit and you only come for one group it just seems so fake. Like you don’t actually care about the issue and are just searching for a reason to crucify a group you don’t like and now you have a justifiable reason to do so now.

so many things in this video fuck me up™.
like his groggy morning voice or how about his stubble holy fucking hell or let’s take notice of his lips oh my god. there’s also the fact that i’m shook™ over how clear his skin is and let’s not forget you can tell he just woke up because his eyes are doing that thing where they won’t completely open yet. holy fucking shit who does he think he is fucking me up like this

The Past On Your Doorstep - AU

Dean x Reader

Summary: After more than 4 years Dean knocks on your door, surprising the hell out of you. Then it’s his turn to be surprised when he sees a little girl standing next to you.

A/N: Moving this fic from my side blog @canyonic to my main one.

Word Count: 1900+

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Kara is going to tell Lena she’s Supergirl, but things take an unexpected turn

Kara: “Alright! So I wanted to see you because… there’s something I need to tell you.”
Lena: “Should I be worried?”
Kara: “No! Well, I… hope not??”
Lena: “Oh, please, Kara: don’t be too reassuring.”
Kara: “Look, I… We’ve been friends from a good while now, and I care about you… a lot.”
Lena: “Okay… Okay, me too. I think I made it pretty clear by now. So what’s… what’s wrong?”
Kara: “Nothing, but…”
Kara: *sighs*
Kara: “I can’t keep this for myself anymore.”
Lena: “…”
Kara: “I haven’t told this to many people in my life. I just recently started opening up a little, but it’s… hard to trust. You never know how they’re gonna react, how they’re gonna take it or how things will change as soon as I say the words… Ugh, God, I must sound completely insane right now.”
Lena: “You don’t, I’m just… surprised to be hearing this.”
Kara: “Believe me, I’ve been meaning to tell you sooner, but… I just value our friendship so much, I-I’ve been afraid to… ruin everything, and-”
Lena: “You’re not ruing anything, Kara. I think I know what you’re trying to tell me.”
Kara: “You… You do??”
Lena: “Yes. Actually, I suspected so a few times, but I thought it was just my imagination.”
Kara: “Hah, well, I can see why you thought so. I try really hard to not to show it.”
Lena: *leans over*
Lena: “Well, there’s no reason to play pretend anymore, don’t you think?”
Kara: “Y-yeah. So, I’m just… gonna say it? I’m just gonna say it. Lena, I’m S-”
Lena: *kisses Kara*
Kara: “…”
Kara: “Oh… Ohhh! You- I- Haha! I mean-”
Kara: *coughs*
Kara: “Didn’t see that coming.”
Lena: “Are you… alright, Kara?”
Kara: “Me? Pfft, I’m fine! I’m great, I’m fine!”
Lena: “You don’t… You don’t seem fine.”
Kara: “Haha, you know, that was… that was…”
Kara: *gulps*
Kara: “Can you… Can you repeat that last part?  ‘Cause, the acoustics in here is… horrible.”
Lena: “The… The acoustics? Kara, what the-”
Kara: *kisses Lena*
Lena: “…”
Lena: “Horrible acoustics.”
Kara: “Horrible acoustics.”

A Winter’s Ball

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings/Contains: flirting, the 40s, hamilton, gay peggy, unprotected sex, no foreplay, sex in a tent, soldier!kink, she wears his hat, musicals, 

Word Count: 1848

so this is a 40′s bucky tale based off of the song from “Hamilton: An American Musical” and i don’t own the song or the concept, i just thinking it’s a pretty saucy number thanks (#dontsuemelin) this also includes a wee bit of “Helpless” because Eliza sure knows how to set a scene, thanks sweetness <3

also in this you, the reader, have two sisters. sorry if you don’t have two sisters, you can just pretend they’re your two best friends or something. if you don’t have two best friends, then pretend it’s me and my sister. also i gave them the classic names, so that’s what you gotta refer to your sisters/friends as now. not sorry tbh <3

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Today, I fucked up... by thinking my friend was Satan for several years

Ok, so this fuck up actually occurred between 5th and 6th grade. I’m 25 now and this is still easily the biggest fuck up of my life…so far.

When I was in elementary, I made friends with a boy on the playground named Stan. Stan was a good kid. He was smart, loved to play, listened to his parents; you know, all the good stuff. Well right around that time, the Catholic church my family had been going to for several years brought in a new priest. This guy was one of those fire and brimstone type guys. You know, the kind of guy that would stand in the quad of his local state college screaming at the harlots and Jezebels walking by. This priest pretty much rewrote the Sunday School curriculum to put the fear of God into his children. Needless to say, my education in faith changed from learning about the Golden Rule and being kind to others to learning what Satan would do to me if I touched my ‘Holy Place’. That is the first time I had heard of this guy, Satan. I had learned about the Devil, lucifer, Adam, and Eve, but not this mean guy Satan. Now, you’re probably thinking to yourself “The Devil, Lucifer, Satan, Beelzebub - they’re all the same being!” Yes, you are right. But to a very young child who’s only interaction with any of these names is in the antagonist of stories, I didn’t make the connection they were the same. Keep in mind, my previous priest was amazing. He understood that you can’t put fear into children and worked diligently to help us find the beauty within our own faith. This new guy was different. He wanted you to know early and often who and what Satan was. Unfortunately for me, I apparently had some sort of ADD/ADHD/Dyslexia (I don’t know, I wasn’t paying attention) and confused the word Satan with Stan.

As you can imagine, I was very confused. How could Stan, such a good guy and friend, hurt people? The thought terrified me. From that moment forward I feared any wrongdoing in front of Stan as I thought he would punish me. I actively avoided him at school, to the point in which we stopped being friends. I kept my eye on him from a distance…just waiting to see what horrible things he would do to people. I never told my parents about why Stan and I stopped being friends and I assume they didn’t notice. This continued for a few years, until the summer between 5th and 6th grade. Stan and I ran into each other at our local pool. As I walked through the front gate our eyes met and I went white. My parents recognized Stan and his family and immediately went over there to socialize, forcing me to actually talk with him. That’s when it happened: Stan asked me why I don’t play with him anymore. So many emotions exploded at that moment and I shouted, in front of his family, “Because you hurt people who do bad things!” My parents, his parents, hell half of the pool just stared at us. All was quiet until my mother cleared her throat and asked me where I had heard that. “Mom, Reverend Endofdays said Stan punishes people who do bad things!” Everyone just stared at me, blankly. “Honey…[Long Pause]…I think you mean Satan.” It took several minutes, but I realized the extent of my fuck up. For several years I had been operating under the assumption that my friend was the King of Hell.

Fast forward a few years, Stan and I are still pretty close friends. Though he moved away after highschool, we still joke about this incident.

TL;DR: I thought my friend Stan was Satan for several years. I was wrong.

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Lucifer Morningstar Imagine - You See Him In His True Form

Quick note! All Lucifer imagines I write are from the show Lucifer. :)

Your P.O.V.

“Lucifer!” I yelled out my friend’s name angrily as soon as the elevator doors slid open. I stepped into his penthouse and searched the dim lighten area for him. I found him by the big windows, dressed in a white button up, suspenders and a black bow and of course his fancy pants and shoes. “Y/N, it’s a pleasure to have you here” He smiled slickly and walked towards me. He had no idea how mad I was at him.

     He had crossed lines many times but this time was different.

I was just about to break up properly with my boyfriend, now ex boyfriend Robin, with a good plan. I wanted to do it nicely so no one would get hurt but Lucifer here had taken matters into his own hands. As I got to Robin’s apartment and he saw me, he slammed the door shut and started yelling the most bizarre things, such as ‘go away!’ ‘don’t come closer’ ‘please, leave’ ‘he’s bad Y/N’ ‘he’s going to kill me! Then you’ - those things didn’t clear things up. I just stood behind his door, worried as I listened. Damn, I nearly called my friend Chloe Decker, the detective. But what Robin had said next put the pieces together.

’He’s the devil!’ 

‘‘A vein will most certainly pop soon if you don’t relax. Has something happened?’‘ He noticed my anger as he got closer. Lucifer’s smug smile faded as he grabbed a bottle of wine and poured some into two glasses. Yes, I wanted to yell at him but something about this man made me feel things. He made me less angry, almost calm. When I was around him, I didn’t want my anger to control me. 

‘‘Well shouldn’t you know, Lucifer?’‘ I spat right back at him yet I took the glass of wine. In this moment, I needed it. Lucifer looked around and pretended to think of something. It just annoyed me. ‘‘What the hell did you do to Robin?’‘ I screeched out because I was sick and tired of his games. Suddenly, he looked like he remembered. I swear, it was really close that a real lightbulb would’ve appeared above his head.

‘’Right! The douche lover of yours’’ Lucifer chuckled and gladly sipped his drink. I rolled my eyes before closing them, finding it hard to contain myself. My blood was boiling from rage. He just had to be like this. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. ‘‘How are things by the way?’‘ He asked quickly since I used my time to calm down instead of talking.

‘‘Well, ex-lover now..I visited him only to find the guy scared to death. So, I’ll ask you this one more time, what did you do?’‘ I looked him straight in the eyes. The air grew tense around us and I could tell he realised I wasn’t cool with this anymore. Lucifer clenched his jaw and then sighed, letting go of his childish play. 

‘‘Fine. I had some serious things to discuss with the capricious ass-’‘ He started but as soon as he used those annoying words, I groaned. ‘‘Can’t you even call him by his name?’‘ I broke his sentence. Yes, Lucifer and I were good friends. Trust me, although he was annoying the life out of me, we rarely fought. Tonight could be an exception. Something told me that neither of us would surrender or apologize easily.

‘‘Do you want me to speak or not?’‘ Lucifer raised his voice. It was a little scary but I couldn’t expect him to start yelling or throwing stuff. ‘‘Okay, go on’‘ I encouraged him and tasted the wine. ‘‘As I was saying, I went over to his lousy apartment just to have a chat. I confronted him about the things he had done, because truth be told Y/N, he is a jackass. I even got him to admit the things he had done to you, even got it on tape and all’‘ He smiled proudly as he told me his side of the story.

I couldn’t believe him. Yes, Robin had treated me bad once or twice but it wasn’t life threatening. ‘’Why was he so scared then?’’ I wanted to know. ‘’I might’ve given him a taste of his own medicine’’ Lucifer admitted like this was all a game. Before I had a say in it, he kept going. ‘’ That biscuit arsed chav deserved it tho’’ Lucifer defended himself. By now, I wasn’t sure what he had done but it was no good. Had he hit him? Or were they just throwing words at each other?

‘‘Did you ever stop to think that some of those words could easily describe you?’‘ I raised my eyebrow. Something about what I said pissed Lucifer off. He put his glass down and he walked even closer to me, so close I had to step back. ‘‘Don’t ever compare me to him’‘ He growled seriously. I was too angry to think about my own actions. ‘‘Well I just did. You’re just a freak, Lucifer! God, I don’t even know if that’s your real name!’‘ I screamed back at him.

‘‘Don’t mess dad into this!’‘ Lucifer yelled loudly. I just stared at him in disbelief. In the middle of our heated fight, he still brought up his ridiculous life story. ‘‘Are you for real?’‘ I breathed out. He just nodded back at me. A moment of silence fell between us. I had a thousand thoughts in my head but I wasn’t sure what to do. I thought that for once he would take our friendship seriously but no. He still went along with his story of being the devil.

‘‘I was wrong when I said you were similiar with Robin’‘ I started more calmly, feeling sad. ‘‘Well that’s reassuring to hear. He’s a truly nasty-’‘ He started to call Robin names again. ‘‘You’re exactly like him!’‘ I let him know darkly. It was something I yelled in the heat of the moment and I knew I couldn’t take it back. Something twisted in his eyes once those words left my red lips. Lucifer grabbed my shoulders and stared deeply into my eyes. It felt like a trance and I completely froze as I looked back at him. Then it happened.

His usually soft brown eyes turned bright red. The white in his eyes turned pitch black, making the red stand out more. It’s like he glitched in real life and the next second his skin was deep maroon and leather like. ‘’I’m nothing like him!’’ He growled in a very deep voice. His hair was gone. It was just him but in a devilish form. Just looking at him like this filled me with fear. I was terrified. As quickly as he turned into that beast, he got back to normal.

Shock took over me. I didn’t dare to move nor breathe. Tears stung my E/C eyes and my heart was beating so hard it nearly hurt. Soon I found my entire body quivering. We were both quiet until I dropped my glass on the floor. It made a loud breaking sound and the wine splattered across the floor. Fear had taken over me and my anger was long gone. 

‘‘P-Please..don’t..hurt me’‘I whimpered as realization sunk into me. I had been friends with the devil for a year. Recently I had a crush on the devil. All along, he had been telling me the truth. His grip on my shoulders loosened and I attempted to take a step away from him. Just perfectly, my heel slipped on the wine and I lost my balance, hitting the floor hard. I winced out in pain but I didn’t stay on the same spot. For fuck’s sake, he was the devil!

I pushed myself further away from him, getting glass shards into my skin. I didn’t care about the pain. I just wanted away from Lucifer. I saw how his anger faded as well. He stared at me in shock, almost sadly. It’s like he hadn’t planned to do that at all but it happened. I looked at him and let my tears ruin my makeup. I backed off so much that I was leaning against the wall. Then I started panicking.

My breath got uncontrollable and I was bleeding from my hands.’’Y/N’’ My name left his lips which hurt. I felt sick, mentally and physically. ‘’Y/N you’re bleeding’’ Lucifer noticed and walked up to me. ‘’No!’’ I managed to scream and then I gasped, desperate for air. My lungs felt heavy and I was helpless. Lucifer ignored my words and he got down on the floor with me. He grabbed my arm and looked closer at the wounds. He looked genuinely worried. 

And I was so scared that I was surprised I hadn’t passed out yet. ‘’I’ll take care of that, you’ll be fine’’ He said quietly as he looked down. He sounded scared and even sad. A part of me wanted to ask him what’s wrong, but I was taken by my fear. Would he kill me now that I knew?

‘‘Breathe! Okay?..Just breathe..I-I’ll call the detective. She can-’‘ He started rambling. Seeing someone else now would make things worse. So I had to gather my strength and try to find reassurance in the fact we had known each other for over a year. ‘‘Please, no’‘ I breathed out and sniffled. He looked at me and I saw that he was on the verge of tears. He was afraid of something.

‘‘What? Why not?’‘ He seemed confused. I just shook my head no. Suddenly I felt like a child and speaking would be too hard. ‘‘Y/N talk to me’‘ Lucifer tried to make me speak. It just made me sob louder and I lost it. I pulled my bloody hands back and covered my face, crying into my hands. Lucifer decided that he wouldn’t just stare at me and do nothing.

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him. I grew tense but I didn’t fight him. The scent of his luxurious cologne reminded me of our good moments. I tried to focus on them instead of the horrible thoughts. Lucifer had never ever treated me bad and now I felt guilty for saying he was like Robin.

Who knows how long we sat on the floor. My wounds stopped bleeding as the blood congealed. My breathing turned slowly back to normal and I stopped quivering. Yes, I was aware that he was indeed the devil but I tried my best to think of him as Lucifer. Just Lucifer. The man who I knew well. Not the son of God that was casted out of heaven to rule hell. Hell!

‘‘I’m sorry’‘ I whispered after a small eternity. ‘‘No. I’m sorry’‘ Lucifer spoke soon after. I gulped because I was still really nervous. It made me nauseous. ‘‘I shouldn’t have lost control Y/N. Mortals find it hard to handle these things. I didn’t want you to find out this way’‘ He continued more calmly. His words started to make sense to me. He always said ‘mortals ‘when talking of people yadda yadda yadda. Everything made sense. He had been telling the truth all along. I had just never believed him.

‘‘So..y-you’re not going to kill me?’‘ I asked him with a small voice. Lucifer tensed up and he looked at me seriously. It’s like my question almost offended him. ‘‘Of course not! Why on earth would I ever do that?’‘ He wanted to know. Suddenly, he cupped my face softly and wiped away my tears with his warm thumb. It freaked me out to be here but I didn’t have any other place to go to. I’d just cry and go barmy.

‘‘I just- I can’t believe..You..’‘ I tried to form a sentence but I gave up since I didn’t make sense. ‘‘Come on, let’s get your hands fixed. You don’t want blood all over yourself’‘ Lucifer tried to lighten up the mood. He helped me stand up and then he took me to his bathroom. A part of me wanted to run off and never come back but another part of me wanted to stay.I had mixed feelings and I hated it.

He made me sit on the toilet, with the lid down, as he grabbed some rubbing alcohol and tweezers. Lucifer started to pluck out the glass and I winced every once in a while because it hurt. ‘’It’s okay love. I’m done soon’’ He reassured me as calmly as he could. As my own shock had faded a tad, I started to think more. Lucifer seemed sad that I knew. It’s like he was ashamed and worried, worried that I would ditch him forever. 

The longer I thought about it, the more comfortable I got. What would it change that I had seen him like that? He was still the same person, right? At least I truly hoped so.

Once he washed my wounds with the alcohol, I groaned in pain. ‘’Fuck’’ I hissed, trying my best to ignore it. He made sure he got every wound before throwing the cotton pad away. ‘’So, now what?’’ Lucifer sighed, knowing that we had to talk about everything. The fight was left undone but trust me, I wasn’t in the mood to fight. I could barely talk without messing up because I was freaked out.

‘‘I really don’t want to fight’‘ I admitted quietly.Lucifer nodded and for once, he seemed to take this seriously. It was a miracle. ‘‘How about you get comfortable in bed, in the good boring way, and sleep? You could probably use a good rest now’‘ He suggested and started to sound more like himself. I couldn’t help but to crack the slightest smile at him.

‘‘You can lend my shirt’‘ He added as he saw what I was wearing; heels and a bloody white shirt and jeans. I mouthed a ‘thank you’ as we walked out of the bathroom. He was right, I could truly use some rest after everything. My breakup had been harsh and during those rough times with Robin, I had grown feelings for Lucifer. I had been so mad at Luci and then I was scared to death. All those feelings overwhelmed me. 

Although, I had imagined this moment sometimes, I never thought I’d stay. I had never fully believed Lucifer’s stories but I couldn’t help but to think what if. I thought I’d run to the other side of the world and stay there with a gun beside me 24/7. I was wrong. Now I would be in his bed.

I had been so close to the devil himself all along.

anonymous asked:

You: I want to protect Deku from all the harm in the world!! / Also you: *ships him with the very person who caused him suffering for 10 years*... huh, okay

I actually kind of want to thank you for being cordial about this instead of just… insulting me anonymously like others. 

Granted, I just ignore them/delete them, but still. It’s appreciated.

Since you honestly seem a little bit curious and confused, I want to answer this with a more specific response! So thank you for being reasonable about it. 

There are some things I want to clear up first.

You’re completely entitled to your opinion on a ship, my anonymous friend, and I also respect and understand why people hate the ship and even Bakugou as a character. 

Do I share the same feelings? No, not at all, but I definitely understand it. 

It would be dreadfully boring if every human who experienced the same artistic medium had the same exact opinions and points of views on a character/ship, no? 

At least, I would think so. I love the variety in opinion and watching different people fall in love with anime/books/movies, whatever, in totally different ways and coming out of them with multiple conclusions is wonderful to witness. 

It… almost feels similar to getting angry with someone for picking green as their favorite color, and because it’s not your favorite color you argue about how the different shades don’t make sense and shouldn’t be acknowledged as a favorite.

(Not you, specifically, Anon, but more of a general “you,” if that makes sense.)

Alright. So.

What draws me to the the Bakugou Katsuki / Izuku Midoriya ship, and the two characters individually (as well as their canon dynamic) is based on the concept of healing, forgiveness, growth, redemption, understanding, mutual respect, and genuine deep-rooted pain and realistic acknowledgement of the gratuitous and toxic elements of their relationship

And this only scratches the surface, believe it or not.

Yes, Bakugou Katsuki treated Izuku horribly while growing up (hell, he’s still an egotistical asshole). The infamous line in the manga/anime with Katsuki suggesting Izuku “find a Quirk in the next life” is inexcusable, and he should be held accountable for this. 

We’ve been allowed glimpses of their dismantled friendship at Katsuki’s doing, and Izuku’s equally flawed and dangerous perspective in placing Katsuki on a pedestal for his admiration. 

Before I go further with this, I want to touch on things about how I view Izuku as a character, since something in your anonymous message struck me, with the quote you had written: 

“You: I want to protect Deku from all the harm in the world!!”

The thing is, when it comes to characters, and Izuku in particular… I don’t think I’ve ever adopted the mindset of “must protect the precious baby,” because I personally view Izuku as a very relatable and human character. 

I know that this doesn’t cancel one idea out from the other, since many wonderful authors/readers/viewers/consumers, whatever, who like BNHA have this same viewpoint. Clearing this up so that nothing is miscommunicated.

So.

This may seem strange, and a bit… actually yeah this is a little weird, but as a viewer, I see him as someone who strives for an incredible goal, is very determined, much stronger than he appears (and believes) both emotionally and physically, and it’s slowly becoming a surprise to both himself and everyone around him. 

But I see him as not just a character, per say, but a definite reflection of the other side to his dynamic to Bakugou Katsuki. 

(Will touch more on this later.)

He’s been acknowledged as a beloved presence, and I actually don’t like viewing Izuku as a “precious cinnamon roll,” because he’s so much more than that. 

QUICK NOTE HERE: I do not think it’s wrong to think of him this way. This is how I personally think, and how I want to hopefully portray the character in fics I write, or just in a general acknowledgement of him. 

He’s a character that thrives on a complex personality and series of motivations that make sense for a character his age, with his history, and with his flaws and strengths as a protagonist. 

Izuku being “adorable” falls to the very bottom of my list of reasons why I love and relate to him as a character, and when he engages in horrible situations that challenge him, I live for those moments. 

(I know I’m not alone in this. Bear with me.)

I love seeing characters like this suffer and get thrashed and struggle in the face of their darkest times. It shows depth, and a sense of darkness that defies the overly comfortable image that comes across in an anime that is, quite objectively, a bit less of a risk-taker in the earlier arcs in comparison to others.

So, with that in mind… it makes sense why people can’t stand Bakugou Katsuki as a character for treating Izuku like he does, and it also makes sense why Izuku is shipped with just about anyone who can grant him that feeling of “must protect.” 

Again, there is nothing wrong with this. 

In fact, I want to point out, for the sake of people who can’t stand BakuDeku and enjoy other ships, that I see, respect, and completely understand why you feel the way you feel. 

There’s even a strong sense of admiration for it, because you wonderful people are coming from a place that wants Izuku Midoriya to have a stable dynamic. 

This is an incredible, awesome, respectful thing, and shows so much love for Izuku as a character. 

So at this point, it may seem that I’m arguing against myself. That I’m shoving my own argument into the ground for why BakuDeku is my Number Two OTP, and how I’m arguing for its validity.

But, this is where I want to put some light onto the perspective that I have for this ship, and I don’t think I’ve ever gone this deep before on Tumblr.

I mentioned a little bit earlier that part of what makes Izuku shine as a character is how he affects other people. He brings out elements of characters that they won’t even realize themselves. (Todoroki Shouto, Shinsou Hitoshi, and All Might are both huge, and popular, examples of this, even though they’re not the only ones). 

His drive and his motivations are directed towards an incredible goal that is founded in the roots of his passion. And this aspect of Izuku? This passion, this drive, this embodiment of equal strengths and flaws balancing and cancelling each other out as he grows and learns? 

They are reflected in none other than Bakugou Katsuki.

I’m in love with the depth to this dynamic, with the potential that’s built on what they could accomplish together. 

Izuku cares deeply for Katsuki, and admires him and respects him, but even with that in mind he knows that Katsuki is an asshole. It’s important to acknowledge this, that Izuku will not let Katsuki take advantage of him in any way. 

And Katsuki, quite evidently, hasn’t attempted to take advantage of Izuku at all; in fact, he’s been only focused on what he wants to accomplish, and is overly obsessed with Izuku potentially surpassing him and “looking down on him” (as confirmed in the story.)

Katsuki is dreadfully immature in a lot of ways, but the fact that they contain so many similar ambitions, balanced on top of a quite impressive tower of flaws that parallel each other perfectly… this, is what draws me to them. 

Izuku and Katsuki are both incredibly ambitious and determined. They both work exceptionally hard. 

I wrote a list awhile back that needs to be updated again anyway, so…

Here are some general contrasts/parallels to them:

  • Izuku is humble, while Katsuki is egotistical.  
  • Katsuki is prodigiously talented, while Izuku had to go the extra mile, despite them both being hard workers.
  • Izuku lacks self-preservation, and Katsuki looks out for himself, first and foremost, and how he will accomplish his goal.
  • Katsuki exhibits elements of both an intense superiority/inferiority complex, while Izuku… doesn’t. 
  • Katsuki is more instinctive with his actions, while Izuku is analytical and a definite planner. 
  • Izuku’s Quirk is more focused on the all-embodying element, like a supercharged mechanism that can both protect and damage in spurts. Katsuki’s Quirk is designed as more of a shield for himself only, and can release constant bursts of power. The more they develop, the more similar their Quirks can become in terms of balance.
  • Katsuki is exaggeratedly egotistical and lacking humility, pushing others away and immediately accepting himself as the greatest priority. Izuku is the exact opposite, but with a quality just as exaggerated and vast: his anxious hesitation and lack of confidence in himself and only believing that he can succeed with others. 
  • Izuku’s struggles in confidence is mostly internal and how he thinks of himself. Katsuki’s confidence is both too bloated for him to handle and in the exact same plane as Izuku’s.
  • Izuku admires All-Might for being the ultimate protector and savior of lives with a smile on his face. Katsuki is focused on the idea of winning, and how heroes always prevail in the end. 

I could go on and on with this… but yeah.

Something I noticed, as well, while writing this, is that Katsuki and Izuku’s contrasts, while very prevalent, are often rooted in similar, if not the same, bedrock of emotions that affect them differently because of their personalities. 

Sometimes their points of views and emotions are so balanced and imbalanced at the same time that it takes awhile to look back and think through all of those individual moments.

And so, before this gets too unbearably wrong, I’m going to bring this home with emphasizing the main point of why I love writing this ship: it’s a challenge

A huge. Fucking. Challenge.

It begs the question: how can you make this ship work? How can you make their potential dynamic come together and brush through those layers of misunderstandings and reckless emotions? 

How can Bakugou Katsuki pull his head out of his ass and realistically come into his own while learning to appreciate the person who’s respected and admired him for so long? 

How can Izuku Midoriya learn to stick up for himself when it comes to Katsuki and allow them both to be on equal ground, rather than Izuku always chasing the other? 

How can they get over their differences, and develop something beautiful and, dare I say it, healthy, after a possible length of years and years of mending?

For me, this ship demonstrates the gray areas of relationships, and the possibility of redemption for even the vilest people. 

For me, this ship revels in the depths of Izuku’s character as well as Katsuki’s, and how their dynamic can develop into something founded on equal respect, grounding, and healing. 

For me, this ship focuses on the damaged elements to both characters and embraces the toxicity to their current circumstance, as well as the awful and wonderful elements of their relationship down the line. 

For me, BakuDeku | KatsuDeku focuses on drama, realism, emotion, and the ultimate idea behind rebuilding, protecting, forgiving, and learning to pick up the pieces from one person to another.

There are no excuses for the damage done between these two. 

But there is something really beautiful, and tragic, about the potential in the horizon. 

So those are my thoughts. 

Thank you for inboxing, Anon.

I would just like to point out that I don’t dislike or hate Betty, Archie, Veronica or any other major character in Riverdale.

you just know when you have fallen inlove with a character and I just haven’t been able to connect to their characters as much as I have with Josie, Toni, Jughead and


Sweet Pea: who is Loyal, Impulsive, Cocky, Cunning, Ballsy, Trust worthy and he doesn’t apologise for who he is because he accepts all of his faults and doesn’t feel the need to feel bad about them and he shouldn’t thats what makes him an imperfectly perfect character, he is Caring and seems to be Ride or Die type of man, a bad ass motherfuck who looks like the gods carved him themselves, he has so many good qualities and some bad ones, and thats why I adore Sweet Pea 💕🐍

&

Cheryl Blossom: who is Sensitive, Brave, Unapologetic, Narcisstic and a total Bitch with a heart of gold most of the time, she has so many walls up to protect herself from getting hurt and finds it hard to trust anyone after everything she has been through, she reminds me abit of myself in the way that she is so closely guarded and hardly shows her emotions unless she is feeling Raw and Vulnerable, she is learning that being Rich doesn’t make you happy and doesn’t inspire true friendship or deep rooted love.

I just wanted to clear some things up. Peace out Cuties 💋

Midway Thoughts on the Summer of Anime 2017 Season:

Can you believe we are already about halfway through the season?  Where is the fucking time going?  No, seriously, I demand to know where the time is going.  Most of the currently airing shows have reached the mid point of their season, whether that’s the classic sixth or seventh episode, or even third or fifth episode, depending on how many episodes total.  Regardless, it is time once again to give you my midway thoughts about this season and the shows I’m watching, and ones that I’ve dropped.  Keep in mind that since we are at that halfway point, I’m able to go into a bit more details while trying to remain as spoiler free as possible.  Also, please note that this is solely my opinion, and whether your opinion is similar, or different, I’d love to know.  Let’s get started.  

Dive!!:  Studio Zero-G

Dropped.  Honestly, this series was nothing but just a predictable, underwhelming series.  Boy’s club getting shut down?  Oh no!  Boy must become a World Class  ______ in order to save it.  Training episodes.  Things look up.  Oh no, something terrible happens.  Yay.  He did it.  ____ club saved!  At first, I found myself comparing this series to Free!, but I can’t anymore.  It’s lack of literally anything interesting proved that there was no way this was something like Free.  Honestly, unless you live and breathe for Sports anime, don’t bother, unless you want to be reminded about what disappointment is.    

Nana Maru San Batsu:  TMS Entertainment

Dropped.  Why?  Because it’s shit.  Plain and Simple. It started with potiential, but made me completely hate it within the first two episodes with a terrible art style, a bland MC, and a fucking god awful female lead.  Honestly, had this show not been such poorly exacuted, I could have seen this show doing really well.  Oh well.  Moving on.  

Iskekai wa Smartphone to Tomo ni: Production Reed

Dropped.  Honestly, there are quite a few reasons why I dropped this show.  Let’s start with the most obvious one: the art style is trash.  It’s just so generic and poorly executed.   I’m also completely sick of the another harem in another world trope.  Granted I’m not really a big fan of harem series in general, and this one managed to throw in a slightly different element by letting the MC keep his smartphone, it still wasn’t enough to make me keep this series for anything longer than two episodes.  At least God understands our first world problems.  

Youkoso Jitsuryoku Shijou Shugi no Kyoushitsu e: Studio Lerche

Dropped.   This series was the one that I had the hardest time dropping.  I was told that once it gets to episode three and four, it gets much, much better, and I really did try to get there, but I couldn’t do it.  I just could not do it. That second episode is just bland, and doesn’t feel like it’s even the same series.  Oh well, maybe you guys will have better luck.  

Tsurezure Children:  Studio Gokumi

This is the series that you watch when you’ve had a long day.  It’s cute, and adorable and will put a smile on your face.  It’s the series where you can turn off your brain and relax and watch little kids with their love problems.  What more could you ask for?

Netsuzou TRap:  Creators in Pack

Disappointed.  Nine Minute Series.  Nine Freaking Minutes.  Honestly, unless you live and breathe for Yuri, don’t waste your time. The manga is a billion times better compared to this.  #StopMakingShittyAdaptations #ForeverSalty

Hitorjime My Hero:  Encourage Flims

Yeah, I’m still here watching this.   Why you ask?  Meh, I like BL.  In all honestly though, it’s still turning out alright; it is a Shounen Ai, series, so regardless, I always go into them with no expectations, so for now, it’s just slightly better than most.  

Hajimete no Gal:  Studio NAZ

Have we already mentioned that I was trash?   No?  Oh, well, I’m trash because I fucking LOVE this series.  God, this series is so bad, but it’s great.  Guilty freaking pleasure series and I’m totally not even sorry about it.  I think the main problem everyone has with this series is that since it’s a literal softcore hentai, you have to go in with zero expectations, and literally remind yourself it’s a comedy and shouldn’t be taken seriously.  Oh well, it’s trash, and I’m trash, but I love it.  

Koi no Uso:  LIDENFLIMS

Have you ever wanted to drop a show, but didn’t because you prayed deep down that your question would be answered by the end of the series, knowing full well that, of course, it wouldn’t be?  Well, that’s how I feel with this show.  I want to drop it.  I really want to drop it.  But, I know full well that even though it won’t be answered, it might be answered if I watch it all.  I had some high hopes for this series, and hell, after episode three, I was going strong with this series, but then … it just started falling short.  Pretty soon, I’ll be left with nothing but a bitter taste in my mouth as this show just falls into the pile of “meh” anime with the rest of this year.  Salty thoughts right?  Well, at least you guys know I’ll be following the series til the end.  

Made in Abyss:  Kinema Citrus

If this isn’t the best this season, then it’s definitely the cutest.  This show is wonderful.  After starting it fairly late into the season, and not really knowing what to expect, I instantly became hooked by the third episode.  I also love our MC.  This series is also something completely different, and I’m super thankful for that.  

Kakegurui:  Studio MAPPA

Mmmmmm.   My fucking gods.  I live for these intense psychological series.  I live for the moments where the tones shift into that disturbing take.  MAPPA has been doing those transitions so fucking well.  The characters are very well written, and the plot line is fucking intense and hooks you in from that start.  I literally can not fucking wait for each episode.  Also, Rune is Best Fucking Girl.   Fuck You.  Fight Me.  

Ballroom e Youkoso:  Production I.G. 

Easily one of my favorites this season, and we are barely a fourth of the way into it, which makes me so fucking happy.  I never thought I’d care about a series about Ballroom Dancing; hell, I thought I’d seen it all, but damn, this series is taking me on a ride.  There isn’t a thing I don’t like about this series.  Everything is done beautifully to actually fit the series.  If you are looking for something to watch this season, please watch this.  I could honestly see this becoming as big as Yuri on Ice is.  

Jigoku Shojo:  Studio Deen

Hi, it’s been years since I had my season three, but I’m back, and better than ever before.  Fuck, I’ve missed Hell Girl so fucking much.  You never truly realize how much you love a show until they gift it with a random season years later.  Every. Fucking. Episode. Has. Been. Amazing.  I fucking love it.  I’m still not over those first two episodes.  This is one of the few shows this season where I must watch it the moment it’s available.  I can’t wait for the rest of the season.   

Owarimonogatari Part II:  Studio Shaft

I’M NOT CRYING, YOU’RE CRYING!!  

I want to call this season a masterpiece, but even that doesn’t feel like a strong enough word.  The opening scene with Mayoi-chan literally made me weep tears of joy.  Japan did the most wonderful thing by making a two day special.  I don’t know what I like best about this season:  Mayoi, Kiss-Shot, Ononoki, or freaking Hanekawa, or even Araragi.  I know it’s not the end of the series since there’s still Part Three of Owarimonogatari, as well as several other novels yet to be adapted, but fuck, this season cleared up so many plot lines.  I need more.  Thank you Shaft for proving why you are the best.  Needless to say, not only is this the best thing of the season/year, this is also one of the best things ever created; it’s also currently tied with Kimi no Na Wa for the top spot on MAL, and trust me it’s well deserved.  

Boku no Hero Academia:  Studio Bones

Boku no Fucking Hero Academia is still fucking killing it.  Stain was hype.  The art and animation look fucking amazing, and hell, even the filler episode was wonderful.  WHY ARE YOU NOT WATCHING THIS??!?!?!?!

So anyways, that is my mid season thoughts of the series I am watching. Please keep in mind these are merely my thoughts, and I am not watching everything this season, so if there’s something that I’ve missed, or something that I should be watching, please let me know. Also, tell me some of your thoughts for this season.  

Ticking Clocks | 03 (Final)

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Chanyeol & Baekhyun scenario/Soulmate AU/Slight angst

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Summary: You live in a world where everyone has a soulmate clock that stops ticking the exact moment you meet your soulmate. You are in a happy relationship with Park Chanyeol, and don’t care much about soulmates at all, that is, until you meet his best friend, Byun Baekhyun.


Six months later.

You were leading a fairly uneventful (and single) life. You’d been promoted at work, and so had found yourself a posh apartment on the richer side of town. Things were finally looking up, and you were content.

But that didn’t mean that thoughts of both Baekhyun and Chanyeol didn’t occasionally haunt you.

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She’s mine now Part 5

Prompt: Theo comes back from hell to find out his girlfriend is now dating Stiles.

Pairing: Theo Raeken x Reader, Stiles Stilinski x Reader

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I was just watching book reviews of empire of storms on YouTube and I’m actually so grossed out by how many people hate Rowan and don’t ship him with Aelin. Like I didn’t think that was possible???? This one girl was saying that she was hoping he died and I’m honestly so thrown. WHAT?! I feel like out of anyone in that book, they have the best relationship, it’s so fucking pure. And they’re literally mates, they can relate on so many things.
And then they were like, “he came out of no where and this relationship came out of no where.” And I disagree, their relationship has had such a build up since they met in the 3rd book. And then the SAME PEOPLE are like “wow I love Manon and Dorian together.” And, “Elide and Lorcan are such a cute couple.” EXCUSE ME?!

(Let’s clear some things up, I ship manon/Dorian, and Elide/Lorcan SO HARD.)

But I’m NOT okay with people saying shit like “Rowan and Aelin escalated so fast and it came out of no where and then be ok with couples that literally DID come out of nowhere. More so Elide/Lorcan but still manon and Dorian. BASICALLY, I’m just angry that people are so salty and then are god damn hypocrites. THANKS FOR READING MY RANT.

Worried (Ethan Dolan)

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“what’s up guys were back!” Grayson and Ethan screamed in the camera.

“today we are going to do the eat it or wear it challenge buttttttt, by request we invited a special friend to do it with us today.” Ethan said.

“that sounded wrong. but for real come on out!” Grayson added laughing.

I pop up in front of the camera sitting between both boys. I was a youtuber as well and I had recently done a couple videos with the boys. Their fans kept commenting about when I’d be back for another video so Ethan and Grayson invited me to do this one.

“hey guys!” I said smiling to the camera.

“this is my friend y/n.” Grayson said wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

“please she’s my friend they don’t ship you guys together.” Ethan said shoving Grays arm off my shoulder.

I let out a loud laugh. It was true, ever since our first video together fans kept commenting and shipping me and Ethan together. Ethan and I just shrugged it off but we both kind of knew there was more than just a friendship going on.

“so like we said earlier we are going to do the eat it or wear it challenge, which is basically we just went to the grocery store and picked out gross things for each other to eat and if you can’t eat it you wear it but if you do eat it the person that picked it has to wear it.” Ethan and Grayson explained.

“i’m actually really excited for this.” I said smiling at the two boys beside me.

“well than let’s get going.” Ethan yelled!

“alright y/n you can go first, just pick a number out of this bag and see what you have to eat!” Grayson said holding up the paper bag.

I reached my hand in the paper bag pulling out the number 7.

“7.” I said showing the camera.

Ethan reached behind him giving the bag labeled number 7 to me.

“what is it?” I said scared to open it.

“just open it.” Grayson said laughing.

I could tell this was one of his. I opened the bag pulling out hot bean dip.

“i’m not wearing this so I guess i’ll have to suck it up and eat it.” I told the camera showing them my spoonful of hot bean dip.

I put it in my mouth instantly feeling myself choking.

“oh god this is terrible.” I said not swallowing the bean dip.

“if you spit it out you have to wear it.” Ethan said laughing.

I swallowed the hot bean dip showing the camera my empty mouth.

“NO!” Grayson said backing away from me.

I threw the hot bean dip all over his head. Now it was Grayson’s turn. He reached in the bag pulling out the number 3.

“number 3.” Grayson said showing the camera.

I reached up grabbing the bag. This one was mine and I knew for a fact neither of them was going to eat it. Grayson grabbed the bag pulling out a can of ground coffee

“what is this?” Grayson said looking at me.

I laughed at Grayson knowing he would be wearing ground coffee. Grayson put some on his spoon before shoving it in his mouth. He held his nose as he chewed and swallowed it.

“no, no you didn’t.” I said looking in his mouth to make sure he swallowed it.

“ew that’s gross.” Ethan said.

Grayson took the can of coffee dumping it on my head. I closed my eyes making sure it didn’t get in my eyes. Ethan and Grayson were howling laughing.

“I smell awful.” I said wiping my face with my shirt.

It was Ethan’s turn now. He reached in the bag pulling out number 11.

“number 11.” Ethan said shoving the paper in Grayson’s face.

Grayson reached up getting the bag and handing it to Ethan.

“cayenne pepper ? Isn’t that supposed to be spicy?” Ethan said pulling it out of the bag.

He puts some on the spoon and put it in his mouth.

“oh my gosh this is so bad.” Ethan said spitting it out. 

 Grayson and I are laughing our heads off as his face turns bright red. Grayson took the cayenne pepper dumping it all over his head. The game went on for a little while and we were all very messy at this point. Ethan just had to eat sardines. He couldn’t do it so I got to pour them over his head. I stood up to pour it but I didn’t realize the razor sharp lid that was laying on the floor and I stepped right on it.

“oh man I think I just cut my foot.” I said sitting on the ground.

Ethan and Grayson got up running over to me.

“oh god that’s a lot of blood.” Ethan said running to grab a towel.

“Grayson grab the camera. We got some clickbait.” I said laughing.

Grayson grabbed the camera and walked back over to me. By now there was blood all over the floor.

“oh my gosh y/n what did you do?” Grayson asked zooming the camera in on me.

Ethan came back out with a towel applying pressure to the cut on my foot.

“are you okay?” Ethan asked freaking out.

“I don’t feel it, I think I’m in shock.” I said laughing.

Grayson was laughing too.

“y/n should be the one freaking out right now but she is all chill and then here is Ethan.” Grayson says zooming the camera in on Ethan.

“dude get the camera out of my face.” Ethan said shoving the camera away from him.

Ethan pulled the towel off my foot to reveal the big cut.

“that’s going to need stitches.” Ethan said picking me up and going to the bathroom.

We ran my foot under water to clean off the blood.

“I am not going to the hospital looking like this.” I said looking at the disgusting items that covered my body.

Ethan turned on the shower and we hopped in washing all the stuff off of us. Now I know what you’re thinking but we were fully clothed! We were soaking wet as Ethan picked me up carrying me to his truck. The cut was on the bottom of my foot so walking was a no go. Grayson got in the drivers seat still covered in disgusting stuff from the video. He was still rolling the camera making Ethan mad.

“How you doing back there y/n?” Grayson asked looking back at me.

I was still laughing and Ethan was still freaking out. He held my foot in his lap keeping the pressure on the cut.

“can I make up a story when we walk in. I don’t want to tell them that I cut my foot on the lid of a sardine can.” I said laughing some more.

“dude totally tell them like this crazy ass story.” Grayson said pulling in to the emergency room.

We got out and Ethan carried me in the room. The lady yelled at Grayson saying he could not have the camera rolling in the emergency room. I honestly didn’t feel any pain, because I think that I was still in shock from it happening. We were currently in a room and I was getting stitches, now I felt it. Ethan was beside me holding me while I got them. Grayson was secretly rolling the camera.

“am I going to have to wear crutches?” I asked laughing a little bit.

“you don’t wear crutches y/n you use them.” Ethan said laughing a little bit now too.

The doctor put it one painful stitch and I moved my foot.

“don’t move.” The doctor growled.

“I don’t think he likes me.” I whispered in the camera laughing.

Finally 13 stitches later my foot was completely stitched up. Grayson went to clear things up with the doctors so he handed Ethan the camera.

“look at this. How many?” Ethan said zooming the camera in on my stitches.

“13!” I said showing them off.

“You were a badass too.” He said sitting down next to me and focusing the camera in on our faces.

“I wish I could say you were too but…” I started, laughing at Ethan’s reaction.

“well I was worried.” He said looking at me.

“why were you worried?” I said bumping his shoulder with my own.

“well because I uh care about you.” Ethan admitted looking at his hands.

I couldn’t help the giant grin that appeared on my face.

“awe E that’s so cute.” I said laying my head on his shoulder.

He turned his face towards me and looked down at my lips. I could feel my heartbeat pick up as he got a little closer. I would be lying if I said I haven’t thought about kissing Ethan before. Ethan was moving too slow so I grabbed the back of his neck bringing his lips down on top of mine. He didn’t hesitate to kiss me back. I pulled away to breath and realized the camera was still recording.

“well we’ll definitely have to cut that out of the video.” Ethan said laughing.

“well I mean our fans do ship us.” I said poking his cheek.

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“so yeah guys that was our eat it or wear it challenge gone horribly wrong.” Ethan said grabbing my leg to show the camera my bandaged foot.

“it was not a fun video.” I said laughing.

“but we’re going to have a better one next week with no one getting hurt so see you on Tuesday.” Grayson said.

“PEACE!” We all said at the same time.

Grayson got up turning off the camera. Ethan and I hadn’t told him about the kiss yet, not wanting to listen to his remarks.

“alright guess I’ll start editing.” Grayson said turning around .

Ethan grabbed my hand intertwining our fingers.

“oh and don’t worry i’ll edit out that kiss.” Grayson said turning around and walking to the editing room .

I could feel my cheeks heat up.

“You’re just jealous she likes me better!” Ethan yelled laughing at his twin.

“you’re a dork.” I said kissing his lips again.

I could tell that this was going to be the start of an interesting relationship.

So I was rewatching old youtube videos and I watched where Cam got hurt and the dolan twins eat it or wear it challenge and well this happened haha. Hope you Enjoy!

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“I’ve obviously never been in this situation before but maybe it’s something to think about? I know you like to keep this stuff to yourself but maybe the fact that you’ve never done this before-”

“Exactly, I’ve never done this before. I’ve never felt the need to publicly comment on any of my hook-ups and I won’t start now.”

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Hate towards Yana

I’ve seen so many people saying that they ‘don’t like’ the newest chapter and that it’s forced.Frankly,it’s not Yana’s fault that the ones saying this kind of things could not pick up all the obvious hints in EVERY ARC IN THE MANGA.

She made it so clear that our!ciel wasn’t an only child that it’s excruciating for me to see all the 'fans’ hating on the chapter and Yana herself.If you do this kind of things,you’re just embarrassing yourself by showing that you pay no attention to what you’re reading.

If you have anything negative to say about this matter,just stop reading the manga and don’t bother Yana anymore.