that one hits home


“..that they will also understand that there is life after whatever they’re feeling, there is life after high school, there is life after that exam, there is life after that party, or that photo, or you know…that boy. There is– there’s always gonna be more.”

- Katherine Langford on 13 Reasons Why  (x)


Ven… He was here…


“Your mother was a housewife! Why couldn’t you swallow your goddamn pride and just come home to her? You tell me why!”

Episode Prompto Thoughts

Okay, so full disclosure here with my thoughts on episode Prompto.

I love this guy and he has been my man since I got the stupid game on day one and it consumed my life. I relate him very deeply in a lot of his insecurities and stuff. I don’t cry, as in until recently it had been at least a few years since I had really cried, and his scene on top of the motel when he confesses that he’s afraid he isn’t good enough had me BAWLING.

When I wrote for Prompto, I try to encompass all of his very detailed (snaps to Square Enix for this one) personality. I agree that he’s a little emotional but it’s also clear that Prompto has built up some serious walls and blocks out a lot of shit.

I’ve been trying to prepare myself emotionally for his episode because I feel so attached to his character because he is so very really to me. I’m ecstatic to see this kid kick some ass and take some names because it’s clearly always been in him.


The reason I’m not ready for this is: when you find Prompto, he’s been fuckin tortured by Ardyn and he can’t believe that the others actually came for him. I seriously don’t know if I’ll be able to take seeing him be broken from this bad ass rogue assassin type character to becoming the broken mess that is chained to that spreader in the dungeon in the game. Also, seeing Prompto so shut down from his emotions is going to be hard because that is also my coping mechanism.

How this episode is done, in the sense of how Prompto’s character handles the stress of the situation and how he ends up in the broken state will be a huge deal to me and will definitely effect how I see the game. I STILL CANT WAIT TO SEE HOW KICK ASS PROMPTO ARGENTUM REALLY IS.

people tend to forget that dirk doesnt actually like mlp - he just watched it as part of his pop culture scholarship - he just likes rainbow dash. or people are willing to ignore it because dirk being a brony is funnier. but i am here to propose that dirk being a non-brony who just loves rainbow dash is way better

hard dude dirk opening his heart to little cartoon horses is wholesome content. whats much more wholesome is dirk remaining unswayed by mlp - its not great, its not bad, its just a cartoon for kids. whats the big deal - except for that one fucking horse. something about that little butch pony strikes a chord with dirk. he is immune to the standard kids cartoon messages of love and friendship, he recognizes that its just a vehicle to sell toys, he has watched too much kids tv for this to hit home for him. but rainbow dash! that one particular pony! its something about her specifically. he loves her, wholly and unironically

we have all fallen for one particular character in an otherwise mediocre or unlikeable franchise. its relatable


“What’s wrong with death sir? What are we so mortally afraid of? Why can’t we treat death with a certain amount of humanity and dignity, and decency, and God forbid, maybe even humor.
Death is not the enemy gentlemen. If we’re going to fight a disease, let’s fight one of the most terrible diseases of all, indifference.”
Patch Adams (1998)

I’ve been falling in love with girls since before I even knew falling in love with girls was something I was allowed to do. Sometimes, these girls’ lives would intertwine with mine for just a fractional part of our lives - the girl I met in the park once when I was eight, with her long blonde hair, for example, or the girl with the stunning blue eyes at the week long gymnastics camp I’d gone to that summer. Other times, they’d be in my life for the long haul, like the girl who was in my class the whole way through primary school who made my heart beat faster every time I asked for one of her felt pens. Or the girl in Mrs C’s class with the smile I couldn’t help but stare at every time I looked at yearbook photos. Now and again, they’d be sort of inbetween - my violin teacher, who I saw once a week who sort of smelled like jasmine, or the girl in the year above me who always wore Converse to school even though we weren’t allowed. When she graduated a year before me, I missed seeing her brown curls bounce as she walked into assembly every Wednesday morning.

But yet, this love never seemed like love. “What was love?” I asked myself when I was ten or eleven. Love was what I felt for the boy in the pantomime I’d gone to see who was decently attractive and around my age. Love was what I felt for the boy in my form class in first year. “I could love him,” I told myself as the sunlight hit his face one Tuesday morning in Home Ec. Love was what I felt for boys, what I’d have felt for my boyfriend had I been pretty enough to get one, what I’d feel for my husband when I got older. But I never really did feel it.

What if love to me was what I felt for the girl who sat across from me in Biology who was so beautiful I became “jealous” of her? What if love was why I couldn’t help staring at that third year girl every Thursday afternoon as we passed in the corridor before Maths? What if love to me meant girls?

I mean, I had pondered why girls had to love smelly old boys in the canteen line aged six. Eventually, I acknowledged that my brief infatuation with other girls was, in fact, infatuation.

From my violin teacher, the girl in the park, the girl in my class when I was seven, eight, nine, to the waitress at that restaurant in town who said my shirt was cute last week. To the girl who’d said my eyes were pretty on Instagram on Wednesday. To the girl in the changing rooms before netball practice yesterday who said my long hair was beautiful.

I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving girls. And yeah, sometimes it shocks me how the strength of my love didn’t break through the secrets and the lies and gravitate me towards that realisation sooner, but I guess the only thing that can bury love that strong is hate even stronger.

—  random thoughts I had at 3am some night last week

Poor Zack had a panic attack :( I know because that’s exactly what mine used to be like. And there was one in particular that was pretty similar to the situation in this chapter–I was in a loud, crowded bar, but my friends saw I was getting overwhelmed and helped me out. And the exhausted feeling after is so true, you feel like you’ve run a marathon.

Between this special moment and Zig coming out as bi (which represents a huge milestone for him, trusting all his friends enough to bring it up) this has been, honestly, one of my favourite Freshman chapters yet. The storytelling was streamlined and tactful without being heavy-handed. It felt so real!!

Why I Don’t Use Ouija Boards

I cannot stress enough how against Ouija Boards I am. Each experience I’ve had with one has ended terribly, and this experience in particular really hit it home for me.

About eight years ago, my group of friends from high school decided to have a big ol’ get together at my friend Melissa’s* house. She lived in a neat little neighborhood in Green Mountain Falls, Colorado, right up against the side of a mountain. Anyways, so we all arrive, we eat some snacks, we yuck it up. Then one friend mentioned that she had brought along a Ouija Board. So, naturally, the crew wanted to play with it. I was hesitant, but decided that it wouldn’t be so bad because my friends were just doing it for shits and grins. There wasn’t any end goal other than pure entertainment. 

Boy was I wrong.

Now, let me set this scene up a little more. Melissa’s house was situated on the same plot of land as an abandoned log cabin/house about 100 feet away. All the wires to and from the house were cut, which one of my friends has told me that she thought that was odd. Honestly, this house gave me the worst vibes from the jump. It sat oddly on the side of the road, the dark wood and stark contrast in comparison to the other houses nearby was off-putting. But there was a super ominous tone that I couldn’t shake. Well, my friends decided to take the Ouija board to the backside of the house. 

The abandoned house. Source: Google Maps. This is a really shitty screenshot, but whatever. I tried.

As we were walking through the small field of weeds, my nerves got more and more shaken. The rest of the crew skipped, laughed, shined flashlights in each other’s faces without a hint of concern, so I tried not to worry. Once we got settled on the small back porch, we began. I’m not sure who asked what questions. Actually if I remember correctly, the whole session was kinda stupid because we kept getting dumb answers from “the other side”. Something about a man from eastern Europe named Bob… I don’t know.

I began to ease my anxiety and relax a bit because I seriously thought this wasn’t going to amount to shit. In fact, I actually got pretty bored. Eventually, I announced that I needed to pee, so I was going to head back to Melissa’s house. Another friend, Olive* came along with me. As we were crossing the small field back, one of my friends had called out to Olive and I to wait. I turned around, and the site I saw sickened me.

Up at the top of the abandoned house, crawling out of the chimney, was an oddly shaped, elongated human. I don’t even know if it was human! The limbs on this creature were roughly 6 feet long, and they slinked out of the stone chimney in such a sinister, menacing, spider-like way. One limb at a time, spreading themselves down the small slopes of the roof. I froze. I couldn’t breathe. I don’t even remember my friends talking to me at that moment. I couldn’t take my eyes off the creature. It’s head turned to look at me, and it stayed still. I stayed still. 

The creature. Source: My own drawing.

Then, just as slowly as it came out, it slinked back into its hiding place in the chimney. First the legs, then the arms, and finally the head. But the head popped back up one more time and looked in my direction, almost as if it wanted me to know that it knew that I could see it. Then, I curled up in the grass to hide or something. Whatever I could do to make myself feel safe again.

I started to shake, and I even cried. Olive looked at me with concern and asked me several times if I was okay. I vaguely remember telling her to tell the rest of the group to wrap up their Ouija board adventure. They were in danger. Whether that came in the form of physical or mental harm, I wasn’t sure. But I knew they needed to get out of there. Eventually, everyone collected back into Melissa’s place. 

Can I prove that the Ouija Board is to blame for me seeing a creature slithering out of an abandoned home? No. But because these two experiences happened in close proximity to each other (same property, time, and horrible feelings), I cannot be in the presence of a Ouija Board. I see young kids play with them and it worries me to death, because I truly feel that the boards are responsible for some scary shit that walk the earth. Call it suspicion, but I’ll call it spiritual safety.

Jesus Lord though REALLY??

I am so sorry to new followers, I typically avoid major wankages in the Sherlock dumpster fire fandom but some things are too ugly to ignore.  Yes it may seem silly, but it isn’t silly to me.  Not at all.

I’m a survivor myself, of childhood trauma, but trauma nonetheless.  Seeing those posters make light of true victimhood is not ok.  You don’t get to make images that misrepresent the characters of a tv show to manipulate people into thinking they embody TRUE abuse.  What makes it truly horrible though, is that the person put real, actual abuse hotline numbers and women’s organization phone numbers on these images.  Damn.  ૮(ꂧꁞꂧ)ა

I’m fine with Johnlockers chaffing til the cows come home about their ship not becoming canon, but the continued outright LIES have to cease.  Write your fanfic.  Drawn your fanart.  Fix the show in those ways, that’s fine.  We all do it.  But you guys have to stop poisoning the rest of the fans who enjoyed this thing with outright falsehoods.  Move on, find a new thing that gives you what you want, fix the thing in your head…but stop ravaging the rest of us with your bitter cucumbers of buttock fruit.

Families, eh?

Originally posted by insubordinatesaint

Request: Can you do a os of Chibs/oc that’s a single mom of 2 teenage boys who need a dad around??? 😚

For: @mamareadstoomuch <3
Words: 2,439

Chibs x Reader

Gemma slid the pack of cigarettes over the bar to you, you thanked her, took one and lit it. It was odd seeing Gemma, head Old Lady, behind the bar but she got you each a beer and then you came around to and sat on the bar stool beside you.
“So, what have the little darlings done this time?” She asked you, her ever perfect eyebrow quirked with curiosity. You took a long drag of your cigarette and pinched the bridge of your nose; you didn’t know where to start.

The current, and almost always, cause of your stress was your teenage twin sons, Matt and Noah. Their father had been your high school sweetheart, you’d married young and had the twins quickly, they were around before their father had even got his patch with The Sons of Anarchy.
Then the fucking idiot decided to try to rat on the club when he got caught and threatened with jail time. You made your loyalties known, you cared more about the club than you had done him in the end, they often pulled together to help you with the kids and you’d help them with theirs. They helped especially when he’d spent the mortgage money on booze. You’d all but been separated from him when he’d been arrested anyway because he’d come home one night and hit Noah.

You jumped in the way and he’d beaten you, Matt and Noah had ran from the house and down the road to get their Uncle Clay and Auntie Gemma. Gemma had kept them with her, you had thanked her endlessly for that. You wouldn’t have wanted them to see you broken like that. Clay along with Jax and Opie, who were both prospecting at the time, dealt with your husband and Chibs, who had been having a drink at Clay’s, tended to your wounds.

Chibs had stayed with you for two weeks after that, sleeping on the sofa and helping you around the house and making you and the boys feel safe. That was the first time you felt your heart pull towards Chibs, who for years had only been a friend and club brother to your husband.
After your husband had been arrested, excommunicated from the club and ultimately battered to death in jail, you and Chibs had briefly pursued a relationship and you’d been happy. Your boys had loved having him around and you were glad that for once they had a positive role model. Then the Sons pissed off a mob boss and Old Lady’s started to be threatened, Chibs cut off ties with you and the boys to keep you safe.

Still you were close to The Sons, you were still kin to them and after a few awkward months you and Chibs fell back into your old friendship, both brushing away feelings for safety. If your biggest mistake in life was marrying that asshole then the second was letting Chibs walk out of your life.
That was years ago now and if you both of you were honest, neither of you knew why you were still denying your feelings for one another; maybe it was easier to stay in that habit?

But back to the problem at hand, your lovely twin boys.

You took a swig of your beer and another drag of your smoke before telling Gemma, “Someone called me a MILF so they beat him up and smashed his car in, I have a sneaking suspicion that Tig probably helped.”
Jesus, you’d have gone mad years ago if it wasn’t for Gemma and Chibs as Tig often took it upon himself to act like your third child which was the last thing that you needed. Gemma tutted and shook her head, “You know they never gave you this shit when you were with Chibs.”

You rolled your eyes at her and stubbed out your smoke in the ashtray, she was constantly trying to get the pair of you to pull your heads out of your asses and face the fact that you still had feelings for each other and she wasn’t above bringing your kids into it.

She wanted you to be an Old Lady again.

“Gemma, stop it. I’ve got bigger things on my plate, like how to control my kids.” You groaned and swigged your beer, as if on cue Tig and Chibs entered the clubhouse, they stopped in front of you and Gemma.
Chibs put his hands on his hips and nodded towards you with his head, he spoke to Tig, “Well, go on.”
Tig held his hands up in defence, “Whaaat? What are you talking about?”
Kozik, almost sensing a chance to mess with Tig, wondered in with his hands in his pockets, “He’s talking about you helping the boys smash that guys car in.”
Tig glared at him, “Y/N isn’t going to believe you, you rat.”
“If he’s ratting then he must be telling the truth.” You cut in and Tig’s face fell. Kozik came around the back of the bar and gave you a high five over the bar.
“Okay, okay, alright, stop the witch hunt.” Tig sighed, “All I’m saying is that I helped the boys out. They were going to do it anyway. I just helped them not get caught.”

As if the universe was ready to screw Tig over further, Clay and Jax walked in shouting your name with Unser in tow. Tig sighed at his luck.
“Y/N I’m sorry to have to do this but I’m going to have to take in Matthew and Noah.” Unser told you.
“Why?” You asked innocently enough trying to plead ignorance until you could think of a plan.
Unser sighed, “I think you know why Y/N. They beat up a man and smashed his car. I gotta take them in.”

“When was this?” Chibs cut in.
Unser eyed him wearily, “This morning.”
“In that case I’m sorry to tell ya but you got the wrong boys.” Chibs stated with absolute certainty. When your head whipped around to face him, he folded his arms and leaned back on the bar with ease, like the matter was settled simply because he said so.

“And why is that?” Unser sighed and waited for the bullshit story that he’d have to feed back to the station.
“They were with me,” Chibs stated with utter certainty, “I’ve been trying to help them with their mechanics. They both want to try and get jobs here so that they can pay rent at home. It was a surprise for their mum that you just ruined.”
You placed a hand on your heart and feigned surprise, “That’s my boys. What would I do without them?”
“Live longer.” Kozik muttered behind you.
The clubhouse door opened and your darling twin boys fell in, pushing and jostling each other. They stopped dead when they saw Unser, you and The Sons watching them. Chibs spoke before Unser could, “Boys, Unser seems to think that you’ve been up to no good. Don’t worry, he knows that you’ve been trying to get jobs to surprise your Ma and pay rent.”
Noah’s face scrunched in confusion but Matt was quick on the update, “Yeah, it was supposed to be that. A surprise I mean. Thanks for ruining it.”
“My lovely boys.” You smiled but your eyes burned with the promise of punishment.

Unser held his hands up in defeat, “Well I looked into it, that’s all I can do.”
He left with Clay and Jax, no doubt to talk about club business. Matt let out a low whistle, “Thanks for that Chibs.”
“And just what the fuck do you two think you were playing at?” Chibs snapped at the boys and they both straightened their backs but their expressions remained sheepish. Noah glanced at Tig but Chibs spoke again, “Don’t even think about it, Tig’s already been told. Now we told Unser you were working to help your mum out and that’s exactly what you’re going to do.”
“And how are we going to do that?” Noah snapped like a typical teenager.

“Don’t speak to Filip like that.” You interjected, “Do you have any idea how much trouble you could have been in if it weren’t for him? Do you really think I like knowing that you boys are getting your fathers temper?!”
The twins looked down at their feet and mumbled an apology to Chibs.
“It’s not me that you have to apologise too. Now you’re going to find jobs and sort your own mess out.” He told him, “You know that I’ll help you if I can.”
“Well you could always mentor them.” Gemma added helpfully pulling out another smoke, “If you were serious about them being good mechanics, we could always use a few more of them around here.”
You gave Gemma a half glare, as much as you loved her for giving your boys a chance and making the story that you’d told Unser almost true, you could see that she was just using it as a ploy to get you and Chibs closer again.

“You’re serious?”
Your twins asked in unison, the promise of being close to The Sons and their bikes too exciting. Chibs gave you a sly wink and you mouthed ‘thank you’ to him.


True to his word over the next few months, Chibs taught your boys all they needed to know about engines and bikes but he worked them hard and kept them busy so by the end of the day they were too tired to cause any trouble. Chibs, on the other hand, found himself free most of the day now as the boys were doing most of his work and barely needed his instruction anymore. So, when he wasn’t attending to club business, Chibs found himself in Gemma’s office pestering you while you were trying to help Bobby with the accounts. He’d throw paper planes at you, walk past and playfully pull your hair, tap his pen insistently against the desk and, when he was being really demanding, he’d lift you straight from your seat and carry you into the bar and force you to have a drink with him.

In short he seemed desperate for your attention and Gemma and The Sons all found it hilarious how obvious he was being.
Today he just annoying you, you snapped, “Chibs will you just leave me alone?”
You reached up and out of your chair to try to snatch back your pen from Chibs who was sat on your desk holding it out of your reach. He inched the stolen pen out of your reach again and you dropped back into place with your arms crossed and pout firmly in place.
“Aww, will you look at that face.” Chibs teased and reached down to pinch your cheek.
You slapped his hand away, “How can a man who has done so much to help my kids be such a child?”

He grinned mischievously, “You’d be surprised how often one of those things helps the other.”
“Idiot.” You joked. He laughed, tucked your pen inside his pocket and pulled you by the hands so that you were stood in front of where he sat on the desk.
“Fil-” You started but he cut you off.
“When are me and you gonna sort ourselves out?” He leaned close to you and whispered the words across your lips. Your cheeks flushed instantly, this was the Chibs that you remembered. The alluring, charming man that you’d had a relationship with.

Damn you’d missed him.

“It wasn’t me that called it off.” You mumbled.
His expression dropped for a moment and he brought his hand up to play with your hair, “Aye, I know lass. It was my fault, I was stupid. I only wanted to protect you.”
The weight of the moment quieted your words so you only whispered, “How do I know you won’t do it again?”
Chibs moved his hand from your hair to your cheek and gently ran his harsh thumb across your soft cheek, “I thought distance would keep you safe but I was wrong. If I want to keep you safe, and those boys safe because you know ah love them, then I need to keep you close.”

You both fell quiet for a moment until you realised that he was waiting for a response. You swallowed hard, “I do want you Chibs, I want us again. But,” His face fell at the word but you continued, “Let’s keep it between us for now? I don’t want to upset Noah and Matt if it doesn’t work out.”

He nodded and, with a large grin, leaned down to kiss you.


It took two weeks, three days and an hour for Chibs to drunkenly announce his love and your relationship to the club. But it came as a shock to no one because it had taken your boys and Gemma only a few hours to realise something was going on between you and Chibs and they were thrilled.
“Jesus, Chibs.” You put your face in your hands to hide how intensely red it had gone.
He dropped himself down beside you on the couch, wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you to him, “C’mon darlin’, when I have a lass as wonderful as you I just want to tell people about it!”
You didn’t remove your face from your hands so your words came out muffled, “Shut up or I will kill you.”
“Don’t you kill our new Da!” Noah laughed with an exacerbated Irish accent.
“What was that boy?” Chibs shouted and the Sons laughed.
Noah blushed, “Sorry, I just meant that we think of you like –”
His twin saved his babbled apology, “You just did an Irish accent you idiot. He’s Scottish.”
If you could you would have buried your face further into your hands but as it was you’d gone as far as you could, honestly this lot would be the death of you.
By the time you dared look up from your safe haven, Chibs was wrestling with Tig and your boys around the clubhouse and Juice had taken Chibs’ seat beside you. Juice passed you a beer, “Families, eh?” He offered.

You took the beer from him and watched Noah swing on Tig’s back while Chibs had Matt in a headlock, you clinked your beer with Juice’s. You grinned and agreed, “Yeah families.”

anonymous asked:

Can you write something where the bros and cor have an S/O who is a bit of an airhead? I'm a little self conscious because people say that I am ㅠ_ㅠ

Hey there Anon :) Of course I can- this one truly hits close to home because I’ve been called an airhead plenty of times as well! (It’s not our fault we get lost in our thoughts at the best of times T.T). I’m going to write these as small scenarios because I need to be in bed really soon xD Hope that’s okay! <3

Noctis: Truthfully, Noctis is a bit of an airhead himself. He’s actually happy that you have the same tendency to get lost in your own thoughts in any given situation- whether it be during your down time, or in the middle of doing something incredibly important. That’s not to say that he doesn’t scold you a little when you zone out during a battle, or any other equally life-threatening situation. When he notices that your eyes are glazed over on the battle field, he usually moves in towards you and pinches you really hard on the tender skin of your inner arm to snap you back to reality. The glare he shoots you as he retreats back into battle upsets you greatly, and you feel absolutely awful every time this happens- but in the heat of the moment, where every second counts, Noctis doesn’t really know how else to snap you out of your thoughts. Nor does he have the time to be gentle in his manner of coaxing you out of your own mind.

Once the imminent danger has passed, Noctis immediately scoops you up into his arms and apologises profusely. He’s usually not one for public displays of affection, but he ignores Gladio and Prompto’s wolf whistles and cat calls in the back ground as he clings to you and gently scolds you about your short attention span. “I love you too much to lose you- please, pay attention next time?” he begs you. You sniffle and snuggle into your concerned and scared prince’s chest and nod vigorously.

“Okay. I’ll do my best.”

A few hours later, you’re scolding Noctis about his own air-headedness after a particularly close call with a bunch of hundlegs, and holding the young prince while Ignis lectures his childhood friend about how unbecoming hypocrisy is of a future king. Meanwhile, Gladio and Prompto cackle in the background.

Prompto: Prompto finds your air-headedness adorable. He loves it when he catches you drifting off into space, your eyes glazing over and your breaths coming out in little sighs every once in a while. This sunshine boy is mostly happy to leave you to your own devices when you get this way, and takes PLENTY of pictures of you in this dazed state. You’re always none the wiser until you and the boys are settled at a camp site or hotel.

Noctis, Gladio, and even Ignis (!) have a good laugh at your far-off expressions caught on Prompto’s camera. You usually get really sensitive about their reactions and snatch your boyfriend’s camera out of his hands. You’re about to delete the pictures when Prompto tackles you down onto the bed your seated on, in view of all the guys, and kisses you silly- gently prying his precious camera out of your grip as you easily get lost in his sudden display of affection.

Prompto finally retracts his body off yours triumphantly, pressing a final lingering kiss on your cheek before placing his camera into one of his deeper pants pockets. “Sorry, I just love it when you look all dazed. You remind me of a sleepy baby chocobo!” Prompto tries to placate you. You sigh and pout, crossing your hands over your chest, and Prompto laughs a little as your gaze grows glazed and distant once again as you get lost in your own thoughts about Prompto’s obsession with your air-headedness.

You don’t even notice the guys’ voices reprimanding Prompto as he pulls his camera out to take a few more adoring shots of you in his favourite dazed state.

Gladio: Gladiolus Amicitia loves to tease you about your air-headedness while you’re all in the Regalia, headed to your next destination. It’s his favourite pass time. You absolutely hate it. He makes you feel so DUMB sometimes, when he reminds you of all the potentially fatal mistakes you’ve made out on the field.

“Hey, remember that time you threw me an ether instead of an antidote? THAT was pretty shocking, even for you!” Gladio laughs light-heartedly, but your eyes begin to brim with tears. You’re wedged between Noctis and Gladio in the back seat, and Ignis has a clear view of you in the rear-view mirror. He’s the first to notice the tears streaming down your face.

“Gladio.” Ignis reprimands. You sniffle particularly loudly, and that’s all it takes for your sometimes-obnoxious boyfriend to immediately turn his body towards you and guide your head to his warm, bare chest. Noctis sighs and merely pats your knee in sympathy- knowing full well how bad it feels to be the butt of Gladio’s jokes. He’s been called ‘puny’ while fishing too many times to count!

“Aw, babe- you know I think it’s cute that you’re such an airhead!” Gladio tries to console you. You whine in annoyance and swat Gladio’s chest, tears of frustration running down your cheeks. Gladio could be a complete ass sometimes… but, that’s something that makes him slightly more adorable in your eyes. His naivety knows no bounds.

“And I think it’s amazing how pig-headed you are!” you retaliate, after calming down a little. Your comment elicits a short, but loud laugh from Ignis. He immediately apologises, but his sudden outburst has both Noctis and Prompto clutching their bellies and laughing at the expense of a rather shocked looking Gladio.

“Hey! I am NOT pig-headed!”

Ignis: Ignis frowns at you as you both leave the Lestallum Leville’s bar together. You and the guys had been indulging in a night of alcohol induced fun during your down time, and the money all of you had saved collectively from the various hunts you’d all completed. Ignis cut himself off at two drinks, ever the responsible one. That, and he wasn’t happy with the way you unknowingly encouraged the less-than-innocent advances of other young men present at the bar that night.

Once you and Ignis are out in the humid night air of Lestallum, you turn to your boyfriend, eyes wide in concern. “Iggy? You don’t look so good- do you need to sit down?” you ask, genuine concern lacing your voice. Ignis’ frown deepens and he immediately rounds on you. You let out a short shriek at his sudden movement, having been semi-lost in your own thoughts about how you were going to take care of your boyfriend’s less-than-ideal looking health that evening.

Ignis grasps your forearms in his large and elegant bare hands, pinning you in place. You let your eyes wander to his piercing green orbs and you can’t help but gulp in slight trepidation. Ignis has never been so rough with you. You couldn’t help but feel both confused and enthralled at the slightly wild behaviour.

“Must you look upon every man with those hooded eyes? Do you even know what you’re doing, y/n?” Ignis chides, his gaze darkening as he leans his face closer to yours. You let out a short breath and shake your head, snapping yourself out of your momentary, yet frequently occurring, daze.

“W-what do you mean?” you stutter. Ignis shakes his head, his gaze softening as he pecks your lips gently with his own. Your eyes remain wide open and unblinking. You’re utterly confused. What is wrong with Ignis? Is he drunk?

“You really don’t have a clue… absolutely charming.” Ignis whispers, pulling you into a tender kiss before withdrawing and gently taking your hand. “I really do have to keep an eye on you if I want to keep you safe from the vultures.”

You just let Ignis drag you along, deciding for yourself in your mind that, yes, Ignis is probably drunk.

He is not.

Cor: When Cor first realises you tend to get lost in your own thoughts, he finds you absolutely infuriating on a professional level- given that you are part of the Crownsguard. But being the professional marshal of the Crownsguard that he is, he’s not going to fire you on your first day simply because you have some attention span issues. That, and you are his romantic partner. He does, however, make sure that all your practical assignments are completed under his exclusive supervision. He really doesn’t want to be liable for your death if you manage to space out during a life-or-death battle out on the field.

During these practical missions, Cor is not your boyfriend, he is your marshal. And he’s terribly harsh when you mess up. He berates you openly in front of your peers, and even they linger around while you try to stop your tears from slipping down your face to cheer you up. “Don’t worry- he’s just worried about you. Next time, pay attention and you won’t have to hear him go off at you again.”

But you can’t help it. Your mind races constantly at every little stimuli you come across. You see a tree, you think they look like giant pieces of broccoli. You see Cor, you can’t help but recall the feeling of his lips on your skin so many weeks ago… you want to feel his lips against yours again…

“Y/N- FOR FUCK’S SAKE!” you jump at the marshal’s extremely agitated voice, only to realise there’s a coeurl baring its fangs right at you, ready to pounce. You shoot at it immediately with your twin pistols, effectively shooting right through its eyes and into its skull. It’s an instant kill.

You’d usually be celebrating by now, but you can’t do a thing with Cor looking at you with THAT much fury in his steel blue eyes. Your eyes immediately tear up and you can’t control your sniffles and sobs this time. Your peers all scatter, feeling uncomfortable in both yours and Cor’s presence.

Cor steps forward, not relenting in his berating the slightest at the sight of your tears. “How many TIMES do I have to tell you? Pay attention!”

“Yes sir. I’m sorry sir,” you choke out. Cor’s gaze softens slightly at the shaky tone of your voice.

“Do I have to leave you at the Citadel next time? You know you’ll be demoted if things come down to that, y/n.” Cor warns you, stepping closer- his voice stern.

You nod, unable to answer him verbally as your shoulders begin to shudder uncontrollably.

You suddenly find yourself pulled into Cor’s warm chest, his strong arms encircling your frame and pulling you flush against his body. “I can’t take my eyes off you one moment before you go and find yourself in trouble, can I?” he murmurs into your hair, pressing a kiss onto your head. This tender act makes you cry harder.

“I-I’m sorry!” you cry out, burying yourself into his warmth. Cor sighs and nuzzles your soft hair.

“Don’t apologise, just pay attention long enough to stay alive and by my side, alright?”

You nod, squeezing your eyes shut out of guilt, and Cor presses yet another tender kiss on the crown of your head and holds you until your tears cease to fall.

anonymous asked:

Somebody in my TV watching class did a presentation on the Boondocks and I was really uncomfortable @ the white people laughing at some of the jokes; particularly Dr. King in "Return of the King" and Ruckus' mom being beat...

Here’s the thing, I too feel uncomfortable when I hear white people say stuff like: “I love The Boondocks sooo much, I find it sooo funny”.

In the back of my mind I’m always like, “You love it but do you actually understand it?”. Cause not only does the show heavily reference elements within black culture, but the truth is a fair amount of the show underlined themes go above some people’s head, specially the truths Huey Freeman spits time and time again (which is the reason for this specific URL).

The show original premise is about a black family moving to the whitest of suburbs, the most thought-provoking scenes of both the series and comic strips are when the pro-black Huey Freeman clashes with white America.

Also, to tell the truth it makes me even more uncomfortable when white people say they find The Boondocks “oh sooo hilarious”.

The Boondocks is about black people experiences in America, and most of that experience is defined by racism, and institutions heavily rooted in anti-blackness so when white people say they find the show “soooo funny”, I sometimes wonder what are they actually laughing at, what do they find so funny? The overuse of the N-Word? Uncle Ruckus horrific anti-black comments?! Huey’s gripping social commentary? What do THEY find so funny about a black show?!

You were talking about the “Return of The King” episode, how many white people actually understood that episode?

What’s brilliant about the episode is that Aaron McGruder finds a way to put in opposition the picture of MLK we have been given since were little with a closer representation of what MLK was really about by using a “what if?” scenario:
What if Martin Luther King Jr hadn’t been killed that fateful day in Memphis but gravely injured and consequently spend the next 40 years in a coma?

When the MLK from the episode wakes up from his coma he finds out that his legacy, his life work has been reduced to three words “I have a dream”, and as he is invited on talk shows and news stations the hosts expect from him to be the whitewashed, almost sanctified version of Martin Luther King Jr we have been taught and are horrified by the anti-capitalist, anti-imperialist, ardent critic of America’s over-militarism he actually was. And yet when remembering this episode most people only remember that speech near the end of the episode. (I won’t delve into how that speech ends up being a sermon in politics of respectability, but you know…)

I’m not saying of course that all of the comedy in The Boondocks relates to the main characters skin color but it is still very much a black show, and as such some of the issues it address are issues that are specific to black people. So when white people quotes Riley (often saying the N-Word along the way) they are not laughing at Riley’s idiocies but making a mockery of the character who’s much too complex to be reduced to just a wannabe “thug”.

When white people laugh at The Boondocks I can’t help but feel that in some way, they are laughing AT black people in a almost dismissive way, like “black people are crazy”, rather than reflecting on why situations such as the one being played out on The Boondocks can hit so close to home for many black people.

That most of us know someone who can be compared to one of the archetype of black people the main characters represent (the cynical freedom fighter, the rebellious kid with a IDGAF attitude, the benevolent elder family member, the “Uncle Tom”, etc.)

The Boondocks is a satire of social issues and race relations as they influence a black family immersed in white America, that satire is of course taken to ridiculous extremes but the sad truth is (over-repeating) recent events have shown that the actual state of those relations in today’s America is often far worse than what’s being portrayed on screen…


((Okay, So I’m doing a MC that has really bad vision, and so they take her to the eye doctor and get her her first pair of glasses))


  • MC was always squinting, and Yoosung was somewhat concerned
  • She was always asking him what signs said, and he was rather worried when she said that the world was quite blurry
  • After a lot of convincing, Yoosung managed to get MC to go to the ophthalmologist
  • “I don’t know why you didn’t come in sooner miss MC. You are very nearsighted”
  • They asked her to go and pick out some frames.
  • She was really worried because she couldn’t see any of the frames without them already being on her face and two inches from a mirror
  • “Yoosung…can you pick out some glasses for me?”
  • Yoosung brought over several frames, and MC put them on one by one and Yoosung either said keep or never mind
  • Eventually, he found the perfect pair. It made her beautiful eyes stand out and he loved the color on her. They were turquoise frames with purple arms and the metal on the frames made her bright eyes that much brighter
  • About a week later, the glasses came in and MC went with Yoosung to the eye doctor’s clinic together
  • She put them on, and for the first time, she could clearly see Yoosung and his beautiful purple eyes and adorable smile. He had the most wonderful hair, and MC smiled brightly
  • The world was no longer a blur, and she ran over to the mirror to see what she looked like
  • The glasses were very thin, yet cute, and they really brought out her eyes and framed her face
  • “Yoosung! I can see again!”


  • MC was trying to help Zen rehearse for his upcoming play
  • But she kept messing up the lines, and holding the paper out an arms length away
  • And she was still unable to see the stupid small print
  • So Zen, who was worried, told her to go to the eye doctor. 
  • Apparently she was far sighted, and the ophthalmologist wasn’t sure how she was able to text at all
  • Apparently she had a text to voice program
  • MC went to go pick glasses, and after looking for a moment, she chose some rectangular black frames. Just the right amount of cute and attractiveness.
  • A week later, she went in and the frames were all ready
  • She put them on and went home to surprise Zen (Don’t worry she took public transportation)
  • When he got home he was stunned
  • She was gorgeous, not that she wasn’t before, but something about the glasses just made her that much more attractive
  • “Wow, Zen! You’re so …pretty! I wanna play with your hair!”


  • MC kept running into the edge of tables and things, and Jaehee became very concerned
  • So she dragged MC to the eye doctor 
  • MC started crying, and admitted that she didn’t want glasses because she was afraid of people making fun of her
  • “People will not make fun of you. I will make sure of that”
  • They ended up going in together, because MC was scared to go alone
  • When MC was told to choose her frames, she freaked out because there were so many options
  • They eventually settled on a pair of frames that looked suspiciously like the faux glasses that Jaehee wore
  • Jaehee made sure to wear her glasses when they went to go get them
  • “OMG you two are twins! That’s so cute!” The eye care assistant said as they gave MC her glasses
  • MC put them on and Jaehee took a selfie of the two of them just to prove to MC that they were adorable and they deserved the world
  • “Wow…we do look like twins Jaehee!”


  • When MC couldn’t distinguish between Elizabeth 3rd and a pillow, Jumin knew that MC needed glasses
  • He actually brought the ophthalmologist to MC
  • She actually fainted when she saw Doc Lee
  • So he brought in another ophthalmologist in to see her
  • This one was much less scary and MC was more willing to work with them. 
  • She ended up needing pretty thick glasses, and she started to cry. 
  • Jumin soothes her telling her that she will look beautiful with glasses, and if she didn’t want them, she could get contacts.
  • She ended up getting brown oval frames, and they looked adorable on her
  • Jumin showered her with praise and told her how beautiful she looked
  • Now he’s starting an aesthetic glasses project for cats
  • Run Jaehee run
  • As soon as they got home to the penthouse, MC ran to the window and gazed out at the beautiful scenery
  • “Jumin! It’s so beautiful! Come look!”


  • MC was always on the computer, and she seemed to be having a harder time seeing the screen than normal
  • Saeyoung tried to lend MC a pair of his glasses, but that didn’t help either. 
  • Saeyoung knew that she needed glasses though
  • So they went to the eye doctor to get her glasses
  • Apparently, she needs glasses badly, because she was very nearsighted
  • So the glasses were going to be rather thick
  • So she decided to get awesome frames like Seven’s
  • They were a pastel pink with what looked to be a brown print inside of the plastic. They were rather large and round, but MC loved them
  • Both of them now had cute glasses and neither could see anything without them
  • “Oh look, I can see more than a tomato now!”


  • V…um…how do I put this…he’s blind too
  • So he couldn’t tell that MC was losing her sight
  • Until one day Jumin brought her home after Driver Kim almost hit her because she couldn’t see the car clearly
  • They went to the eye doctors, and V heavily reconsidered the eye surgery 
  • He ended up calling Jumin to ask him to set him up with the ophthalmologist while MC got her eyes checked
  • She wasn’t quite as blind as V, but pretty damn close
  • She ended up getting harry-potter-like glasses
  • They looked really cute on her, like really good. 
  • A week later, V had an appointment for surgery on his eyes, and MC got her new glasses
  • “V I can see again! The sky is so pretty, wouldn’t you agree?”


  • Saeran could tell right away that she needed glasses
  • She squinted at everything and it made her look like she was angry at the world
  • So he dragged her to the eye doctor
  • She really didn’t want glasses for some reason
  • “Why do you not want glasses.. You obviously need them.”
  • “Because I’m going to be teased again”
  • Apparently, MC used to wear glasses, but stopped when people started calling her names
  • Saeran told her that if she wanted she could get contacts like him and if anyone teased her they were going to get decked
  • He led her in, and he saw the cutest pair of glasses. 
  • They were black on the arms, and had a wire frame around the rims. 
  • He had her try them on and she just looked so cute
  • She got them a week later and she just looked adorable in them, even though she didn’t think so
  • He decided to convince her by bringing her on the roof to watch the sun set
  • “Wow. it’s so vibrant and colorful. Thank you Saeran. Maybe glasses won’t be horrible after all”