the idea is based on a true story

Clint Barton doesn’t show up 15 minutes late with Starbucks. Clint Barton shows up an hour late with cheap pizza, a broken nose, and a stray dog.

- moodyrebelmage [x]

of course there is an explanation for the dog:  

I was around the corner from the gift shop where I got the balloon 

(this was the only ‘love’ one they had left, and it’s either clever or hopeless, I kinda futzing love it, I relate to this balloon) 

and these kids were harassin’ this dog, so I said ’hey leave the dog alone, c'mon, not cool.’

so then they’re like ’hey mister we’ll sell him to you.’

  • not gonna lie I admire that kind of moxie
  • they wanted twenty futzing bucks
  • I gave them a dollar it is seriously all the cash I had

dented pizza is still delicious, he’s laughing and blaming his afternoon on wearing a shirt with buttons ('I have never ever had a day go right when I wore a shirt with buttons’)

ladies and gentlemen the ever-unchanging clint barton

Apparently, this sketch is based off of a true story! Kate, Aidy, and Claire (one of the writers I’m guessing) were hanging out in Vanessa’s office. Vanessa really did learn a dance and she tried to show it them, but she was so focused on her feet that she forgot to move her arms. The girls started teasing her and got the idea to write this sketch!

Games and the illusion of choice

We finished our session of d&d about an hour ago, and then I gave a ride home to our dm. And we were talking about a lot of things, including the premise of Dungeons and Dragons. He explained that d&d is a world exploration game with a story line, and that the dm is in charge of running that story and taking into account the choices our characters make.

I mentioned that, as a child, I had a choose your own adventure book. It was about a group of kids who find this alien creature thing in a pond. When I first read it, I went through it like you’re supposed to. Then I went back to the last choice I made and changed it, to see what ending I’d get instead. After that, I started from the beginning and looked into every choice I could make to see what affect it had on the story. I thought it fascinating the way one path of choices gives you one ending, but I different path can give you the same ending, but with different events in the middle. I learned how every decision you make adds to the story, and I was never disappointed with the end result.

Now there’s this game called Untill Dawn. I know Markiplier and jacksepticeye played it. It’s based around the butterfly effect, the idea that every decision influences the way the story goes. But as I watched mark play it, I realized that this wasn't​ true. The decisions you make don’t change the story, just who dies. Say your character is running through the forest. You see two paths, the left one an overgrown shortcut, the right a clear path that takes much longer. Say you choose the right path. Nothing happens and the story continues as planned. But if you take the left, a bear jumps out and eats you. The story still continues, but with a different character. So the choice to go left didn’t drastically change the story, in fact it barely did at all. And maybe youll get an alternate ending, but not because of your decisions.

See there’s this thing with cons that I’ve learned from tv and books. To run a truly successful con, you let the target think they are in control. You let them think that any idea they have is theirs, though you planned it out. With my cyoa book, every choice I made freely. I knew somewhat of the affect it would have. So when I got to the end, I was happy with the ending because everything I did led up to it. I had that control. But now games like Untill Dawn, Mass Effect, and probably any Telltale games have limited endings. So what you choose really doesn’t affect much.

I have a great respect for DMs. They create a beautiful fantasy world that you want to explore every inch of. But there is still a story you should follow. Yes I could easily wreck the game and do whatever I wanted. One of our campaigns is in the underdark, but I could easily leave to explore the surface. But then I would never experience the story. So I try and follow it along, because I know it will show me even more about this strange new place. But DMs can never plan for everything. They have this one path that they try to keep us on. So they have to give us this illusion that we are in control of what we do. DMs give us choices of how we want to do things, and I think it’s fucking incredible. They have to plan for what they want us to do, and find ways to hint, and yet still be able to completely improvise on the spot.

It just reminds me of this moment from Critical Role. Matt Mercer is DMing his party on a quest. The party stops at a village and decide to go into the local temple. Matt whips out a map he’d drawn up beforehand. One of the players commented “You drew the temple because you knew that’s where we’d go?” And Matt replied:

“I drew the entire city, because I didn’t.”

“Aspie Superpowers #2” To paraphrase CCR “I wanna know. Have you ever smelled the rain?” I have. I do it all the time. I can smell the rain coming, and often times how bad it’s going to be based on the smell, and feeling in the air.

One of many odd abilities that came with this thing called Asperger’s. Doesnt stop the disbelief. These are true stories, folks. Sad, but true. I had no idea this wasn’t a normal ability.

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Gryffindor and Slytherin:
  • Gryffindor: *puts sauce all over fries*
  • Slytherin: *glares* I can't believe you'd ever do that
  • Gryffindor: What?
  • Slytherin: Put your sauce all over your fries like that, it's so wrong
  • Gryffindor: But that's the way I do it, so is it truly wrong?
  • Slytherin: Yes, because it's not economical! That fry is gonna have so much more sauce than that one and you're gonna have to ruin your fries all over again because you'll just end up needing more sauce. See, look at Hufflepuff over there, she's got the right idea
  • Gryffindor: That literally makes so sense
  • Slytherin: You know what doesn't make sense? You putting sauce all over-
  • Hufflepuff: Can you guys shut up? You're getting on my nerves and I'm trying to eat

Now that I think about “The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas,” I came up with a small theory/metaphor.

I wrote a summary here for those who haven’t read the short story yet.
So the whole idea is based around this ‘perfect’ town by the sea called Omelas. The people of Omelas have a young child that has been sacrificed to keep the townspeople happy (with happiness comes evil theme). This child is not allowed to be fed nor spoken to by anyone. People can go see the child in person, but some walk away from Omelas not bearing the true horror the townspeople hold.

My point is that Bangtan gave themselves their group name in order to block/guard youth. “So [our name] means that we will boldly defend our music and our value and worth as people.” Maybe the music video will hold a metaphor of Bangtan protecting the neglected child. They’re against what the townspeople of Omelas have done to a child to keep their happiness. So while some walk away and never return to Omelas, they stay to protect the youth. Y’all get me? I’m almost positive this might be the message Bangtan will try to get across in the Spring Day music video.

llmagicka-foxll  asked:

Hiya~I just was scrolling through your account, your head canons and scenerios are really funny and well written⭐keep it up~ Could you do a scenerio where the MC and the boys(and Jaehee) end up accedetally having a really awkward kiss. Thx!

Fun fact, the Seven one is based off a true story from about last year with me and my now ex girlfriend. Yes, I was the one who did it to her. And it was awful, but funny after a while. Thank you for the request ~~~~ Jumin:
•Honestly, you didn’t know what you were expecting..but it wasn’t..That.
•It’s not that he was a bad kisser, but the way he went about it was just unlike him.
• You two were dating, of course, and around your 3rd date, this cat mom decides it was time to “make a move.”
• You had no idea he was even at the restaurant yet. He thought it would be cute to surprise you, so he kept it this way.
• While you sit on your phone, unaware of the business man’s presence, he quickly wraps his arms around the side of your waist, and kisses the corner of your lips.
• yOu litTerally pUnCh Him?!?
•But only because you had no idea it was him!! So, he easily can forgive you.
•Won’t admit/show it, but he’s pretty embarrassed.
•Lil shit thinks he’s a smooth fukr.
• He goes up to ask you on a date, when all of a sudden he trips. He fricken trips. Yes, beautiful gods trip to, I guess.
• he ends up falling on top of you. And since you weigh a good amount less than’re on the ground.
• His body is squishing your chest, his hair is tickling your skin..and his lips are on your lips.
• “I’M SO SORRY (Y/N)!!”
•yeah you best be sorry motherfu-
• “’s okay, Zen,” *I kind oF LiKEd iT BUT yOU wOnT knOw…
• He’ll just ask you on that date tomorrow.
•Precious baby fell for another one of seven’s pranks. Jfc.
• “There’s a curse castes upon you Yoosung! If you don’t kiss (Y/N), I’m afraid the two of you will..well, you won’t be around much longer.”
• “I need you to come over, (Y/N) T_T”
• This text was mildly terrifying.
• You get up to his front porch, and knock on the door.
• A red faced yoosung awkwardly greets you. He opens up the door and..
• WhAt YoOSUNG whAt
• That’s it. He does it, and slams the door in your face.
• And seven saw the whole thing.
• It all started when you stole one of his chips.
• He began to tickle you, making you get all red, and crying with laughter.
• yeh no
• You look so cute though?
• He can’t help but start to lean down into a kiss..
• forgetting that he’s actually still tickling you.
• you’re laughing so hard, and he finally..presses his lips on yours..
• and that’s when you snort.
• In his mouth.
• Eventually you shake it off, and sometimes when you two kiss, you fake a little snort to tease him. It becomes an inside joke, really.
• Bless her soUL
• She was working so hard for that gay ass trustfund boi, and you had enough.
• You were going to distract her.
• You had many attempts. Most of which that failed. Such as, throwing wadded up balls of paper at her back.
• You even turned on a zen dvd. nothING.
• “Jaehee~ I’m going to skype Zen~ because he will pay attention to meeee. Unlike soME PEOPLE.”
• “that’s nice pumpkin.”
• ok if that’s how we’re gonna play it. No choice then..I guess you’ll just have to make this your first kiss. That will HAVE to get her attention.
• You slowly walk up behind her, heart racing.
• You put your hand on her desk, and slam your lips on hers.
• Sadly, you didn’t notice the cup of coffee sitting on the edge of her desk..
• It spills on your pants, making it look like you pissed yourself or something.
• “I should have just spilt coffee on my crotch hours ago.”
• “Awh, (Y/N), pumpkin come here. I can take a break for a few I suppose..”
I have no idea’s for V and Saeran right now. It’s late as hellll though. I haven’t written a Headcanon in about a month, and I’m just getting in the swing of it again. I’ve missed you all. I will try and update with v and saebae soonn!

Los Angeles, I'm Yours

Here, we have the Airbnb fic requested by a Tumblr anon (you guys - my best friend has confessed to being this anon but THEN THEY TOOK IT BACK after I was like ‘I’M CALLING YOU OUT SO HARD IN MY AUTHOR’S NOTE" (I know, I just shouldn’t have said that, but, as previously discussed, I’m too Gryffindor to function) and you have no idea of the mental anguish I’ve been putting myself through to figure out which story is true (though shout out and a million thanks to them for naming the company mentioned below and for a million other details I’ve included here)). Either way, FIC! UNWIELDY, MASSIVE FIC!

Also, note: Remus is disabled in this fic. As a non-disabled person, I’m writing based on my own research/understanding, and I don’t speak at all for anyone who might have a similar experience.

Summary: Lily and Marlene have ventured to sunny Venice Beach, CA to escape their British “summer” – their Airbnb host is pretty fit (and his mates aren’t half bad either).

Read on AO3 or FF

'Why on fucking earth did I let you convince me to come to California?’

Marlene was glaring at Lily as they waited for their Lyft outside of LAX, a thin sheen of sweat already coating her face. 'I told you not to wear jeans,’ Lily said, raising an amused eyebrow. Marlene smacked her arm, 'You could have mentioned that it would be thirty fucking five here!’

Lily clicked her tongue, nodded seriously, 'Oh, right, I forgot you can’t look things up yourself.’

Marlene frowned, but Lily could tell she was biting back a laugh, 'You know what Evans - ’

Lily’s mobile buzzed in her hand, 'Oh, look at that, our Lyft is here.’

She double checked the car that had pulled up against the black VW Tiguan the app told her they were waiting for and smiled at Marlene, 'Ready?’

Marlene sighed, 'This car better have aircon.’ Lily rolled her eyes, 'I think they have aircon everywhere in the States.’

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@tayegi about Equilibrium.

I have a little rant to make and I’m sorry if this is going to be a poem but I’ve been keeping quiet for a while now and after seeing some asks you received I just can’t keep my mouth shut any longer.
I feel like some people are reading Equilibrium for all the wrong reasons and even though I understand some of this readers are very young I still question their ability to put their brain to work in the right direction. I mean, I get that you’re naïve but some comments are just borderline idiotic (ex: calling the MC a bitch and blaming her for a situation she didn’t create all by herself). And if some of this comments come from a more grown audience than I’m really questioning the future of humanity.

I’d like to put into perspective that this is a FANFICTION which means that if your bias is being an ass you can pretty much hate him because HE IS NOT the real person. So all these Jungkook biased readers should see Jeongguk for what he is in this ff and not justify is every action under the idea that that it’s the right thing to do because you stan him ( and tbh if you stan someone and they make a true obvious mistake you should still recognise that and not try to make him look like the victim when he’s clearly not). [ also, I’m talking as a JiKook biased person ]

Equilibrium, ultimately, it’s not a LOVE story. It’s a story based on the flawed characters and their fucked up decisions. What this fiction does is not trying to make you choose between Jimin or Jeongguk or even Jikook, this fiction is intended to speak about how imperfect human beings can be, how despicable they can get to have what they want - whether that be something or someONE - and most of all it proves that you don’t need to have all nice characters to have a great story. In fact, the three characters are all despicable humans in their own little ways.

Jimin seems very innocent but he is not: he is in the relationship just for Jeongguk and he has no romantic interest in the MC as he stated himself when she confessed to him. He’s using her and her feelings, knowing that he’s leading her on, just to get to Jeongguk.

The MC: she’s in just for Jimin and even tho she blames Jeongguk for a good portion of what is going on, this situation is her fault as it is everybody else’s. She’s not the puppeteer some wanted to make her appear. She’s just as flawed as Jimin and even tho her current situation isn’t ideal and she clearly wants out of it and she has all the power to do so, she doesn’t. Why? Because she still wants Jimin and she’s willing to let her self suffocate in another relationship she doesn’t want for him.

Jeongguk: so, Jimin is in for him. Mc is in for Jimin. Why exactly is Jeongguk in this relationship? F U N. He said it himself. A relationship would be boring…but a threesome it’s all the fun, right? That’s why he suggested it in the first place. Not because he had feelings for the MC not because he had for Jimin otherwise he would have acted upon them when Jimin confessed to him. This is all a game to Jeongguk and even tho he may or may not be infatuated with the MC, his way of addressing his feelings is completely fucked up. If you think this is love than you should really reconsider the way you look at life. This ain’t love, this is OWNERSHIP.
Jeongguk is a psychopath possessive guy that acts like a kid with a new toy: doesn’t want to share it, would do anything to keep it to himself because it’s HIS. But the thing is, MC IS NOT AN OBJECT SO HE CANT OWN HER. The whole “you’re mine” thing is wrong on so many levels it’d take me hours to explain it but NEVER think this is cute. It may be harmless in a certain context, if said with affection, but when it comes from pure possessiveness it’s not cute at all, it’s actually really creepy cause NOBODY is allowed to think they can own you beside yourself. You are you’re true owner and everyone who begs to differ has serious issues.
Jeongguk is the most despicable of the group and you know why? He doesn’t care about the others’ feelings, AT ALL. He has been screwing Jimin all this time so we all supposed he had some sort of feelings toward the guy. If not love then some sort of affection, at the very least. Yet he didn’t even bothered to ask the MC how was Jimin when she stated he was very sick. Because he doesn’t care. He had his fun with Jimin and now he got bored and his new play toy is the MC herself whether he actually believes he loves her or not.

They all brought this to themselves and none of them has the courage to admit it and to let it go when they ALL know exactly what is going on. The MC is not even leading Jeongguk on really because he ain’t stupid and he knows exactly why they are still doing this stupid three way relationship. And let me put under light the fact that this is not a poli relationship anymore. This is Jeongguk making love to the both of them but a poli relationship is based on all the parties being active. So basically what we have is Jeongguk asking exclusiveness from MC whilst not providing it himself.

I’m sorry this was so long and I know not many people will read it but I just couldn’t shut up anymore lmao
Anyway keep up the great work Lu, there are plenty of us that appreciate it and that feel grateful of each and every update you do, whether it’s 500 words long or 10K.
Love you ~

My opinion on the true message 13 reasons why is attempting to convey.

So recently on tumblr i came across this post where a person was suggesting 13rw almost glorifies suicide, mentioning, that hannahs story is solemnly based on vengeance, allowing suffering viewers to gain an idea that by blaming everyone else, this horrible act is somewhat acceptable. By showing graphic scenes, and apparently irrelevant contributions to mental heath, the show is not sticking to ‘guidelines’ and is letting people perceive suicide without the real depth it truly holds.
although i am wary of what this person is trying to elicit to its followers and fellow viewers, i ask you to please hear me out on why i disagree.
13 reasons why, confronting as it is, showcases Complexity, resentment and, deceitfulness in a range of issues. This show is here to show you BEYOND the tapes.
You can watch this show, and suggest, her tapes are purely out of vengeance, to implement guilt and black aura in their lives, as they did to hers.
You can watch the show, and believe the tapes were a way to help someone else. To allow them to recognise that these behavioural offences are not okay and her life ended because of it.
Or, You can watch the show and believe these tapes aren’t even the sole purpose. Perhaps its the action that is most important. Perhaps its the reflection and the way this situation is dealt. This show is real. Whether you like it or not, This shit happens. And this show was not created to trigger people, but was created to send a message. We cant keep buttering issues as such, just because its confronting, or its overwhelming or doesnt live up to standards. This unfortunate issue is the truth. if this did happen to you, or a person of significance in your life, are you going to follow hannahs foot steps? Or are you going to find a way to prevent the problem, and bring others out of suffering.
THATS what the creators and cast are trying to do, and its our job to prove that we are more than this depiction of REALITY.

My heart really does go out to all those involved with these dilemmas, mental issues, and suicidal thoughts. i hope they take the chance to percieve the show, and their life, in a greater light.

Contradictory Things About The Signs Based On People I Know
  • Aries: judges and picks on you because of the things you do/one of the most understanding and accepting signs
  • Taurus: always willing to go on an adventure/very conventional, conservative, convenient
  • Gemini: extremely loud, the center of attention/only opens up to the few people they genuinely trust
  • Cancer: inspired, confident, has their life all in order/insecure, nervous, and anxious, afraid of death or oblivion
  • Leo: superficial, has a lot of friends, always superior/gives the most heartfelt advice, very sweet and kind to those in need
  • Virgo: perfectionist, tries to keep every little thing in order, high attention to detail/forgets the bigger picture, difficulty in seeing a situation from an objective perspective
  • Libra: confident, analyzes things systematically for a long time before making a decision/freaks out over little things, panics easily
  • Scorpio: badass, the boss in any room, self-assured/loses their temper extremely quickly, hot-headed, can hold a grudge the most
  • Sagittarius: really friendly and sociable, helpful, a schmoozer/often has episodes of intense social anxiety, awkward and scared at the idea of exiting their comfort zone
  • Capricorn: cold, painfully honest, elitist, not afraid to show their feelings/very protective of their loved ones, emotional, empathetic
  • Aquarius: inspirational, motivated, has great stories, knows more than anyone else/self-deprecating, doesn't acknowledge their true worth, condemns themselves
  • Pisces: head up in the clouds, dreamer, a free spirit/emotionally attached to a lot of people, objects, and places, lovingly clingy

SPACE AUSTRALIA. Just a small idea based on a true story.

Just imagine a group of humans fighting alongside with aliens and they are supposed to be waithing for orders. Then this happens. And all the aliens are like “Why did you do this?” “How?”
The human answers “He was just so annoying with his flying around us all the time.”
“Well yeah, I wanna nap and he just kept buzzing around us”

I would love it if somebody wrote a whole story based on something like this.

Hello everyone! Before I start I wanted to thank you for your time to read this all, I know it’s a lot to take in. Weather you are kin yourself, have no idea what it is, or even if you dislike it, the fact that you are willing to make an attempt to understand is a gift indeed!

Kin has had a bad name, and it’s poorly explained I’ve seen too many times. It also isn’t the most liked group of individuals. In fact, a lot of blogs refuse to even interact with them. I used to hate kin with a passion, until I sat down and tried to understand it and learned for myself it wasn’t at all something negative! So sit back and prepare for a class on Kin!

The whole idea of Kin is tied to the belief of the multi-universe theory and reincarnation. The term ‘kin’ comes from the Celtic world meaning ‘remember’ because kin are people who remember their past lives!
The multiverse theory is the idea that our universe is not the only one, but one that is parallel to an infinite number of universes. These universes can be vastly different, but also could be our with the slightest difference down to just how a tree grew 2 inches more left, crazy to think about how many there are right? This being said, this means there can be universes that mermaids exist, or that hogwarts was a real place! This sounds extremely far fetched I know since this can include universes based on all FAKE AND FICTION. Consider this if you may then; all of these universes seep into another in several ways, and we don’t always understand them. The fourth wall, the page in the book, even an idea of a story or character are like a tunnel we see with our universe on one end and the other universe on the other end.

“Well that’s not true, this _____ was created by this person!” Yes that is true, all credit should go to the creators of these works. But these ideas have to come from somewhere right? The creators of these things can be the tunnels, being the one which we are able to perceive this universe in our universe, like watching a television or reading a book. Every universe that will ever exist have already existed, such as the example of being APH America kin, before Himaruya was even writing about Hetalia, the universe already existed, he was just able to see it before others! And through that universe it was seen in our universe through his mind, and from his mind to his hand and then his pencil. See what I mean? Cracks in our universe to let us see other universes aren’t always going to be cracks.

We also incorporate the idea of reincarnation, that we are reborn. We had a past life, perhaps as a squirrel or as an angel. If energy can not be created or destroyed, then it must travel. Travel from one life to the next, and sometimes from one universe to another. We call it past life to make it easier to explain, but universes aren’t tied to one timeline, you could have lived that past life long ago, or perhaps haven’t yet, time is a messy thing, but space is even more so!☆
So…we understand the background a little, what exactly does being kin mean? How do you know your kin? These are frequently asked questions with answers I have! It is not a choice who you are kin with, just like choosing who you are isn’t a choice or your sexuality isn’t a choice. “I really like this character so I’m gonna be that character lol” is NOT real kin. Naturally you’ll like yourself obviously have an attraction to that character but you do not chose. How you discover you are kin is by receiving memories of your past life being that person, animal, etc. You also get feelings or emotions that feel out of place and not yours, initiated by something that reminded you subconsciously of your past experiences.

The troubles of being kin is being smart and taking in the consideration of “is this a real memory or is it just my imagination”. kin people who seem to have endless 'memories’ might just be someone who has lots of head canons, which is why it’s always important not to let you'r emotions control your mind and analyze yourself and the possible memory! If you didn’t question being kin and not crazy then you really need to analyze yourself, since you need to keep your logic.

Kin is not a coping mechanism. Kin is not a coping mechanism. KIN IS NOT A COPING MECHANISM. people who claim that it is are not understanding kin correctly. Saying it’s a coping mechanism is claiming that none of it is real to you at all, and you damage the community name. While yes kin can help you as a person grow, but that is just a side effect, not it’s purpose. Kin doesn’t have any set purpose, but for each person to just remember the past.

Whats worse then calling kin a coping mechanism?
The worst thing ever to say kin is, is a gender. You can not sexually identify as a person, or “I sexuality identify as a wolf” wolf is NOT a gender. AMERICA is not a gender. Kin is a PAST LIFE. Those who claim it to be a gender are the worst of our kind. “I sexually identify as an apatchi attack helicopter” is why we are hated is because people make us hated for this reason.

As I said before, kin memories are used to help someonr as a person grow, which brings me to my closing explanation, what do kin do? The challenge that kin face is getting over the fact that they aren’t who they once was. It’s a struggle for many to accept they aren’t that anymore. What does this boil down to? ~Believing in yourself~ that the you, here and now, are better then you were before. You remember your past life but you also have to learn from it. You made mistakes and you learned things in that life that can be continued in this one, such as values and things you devolved in the past life that now are yours with a whole new life to start! Isn’t that amazing? A new life just for you to start, so don’t ever waste it obsessing over your last one okay?

Another big problem is people forcing their kin identity onto others. It’s like getting into a strangers face and yelling “I’M TRANSGENDER” because the stranger doesn’t need to know, the stranger doesn’t care. Strangers on Tumblr too, you can post about it, but actively trying to force others to accept you isn’t going to work, and only damage your chances. Plus, your memories are really personal, fun to share but they are still special and sacred, keep them special.

In summary, kin is misunderstood and disliked for good reason, but represent the community in a way you want us to be viewed. Let people ask you about your kin, not go to them and tell. Learn to leave the past in the past, and above all else, enjoy this life as your only and last.♡

(Please reblog so others can learn and be aware? Even if you’re not kin it would be so appreciated!)

Brace yourself

this is a collab fic between me and @mon-cher-angelique !, this is my  first time ever even writing story, so ya. (mon-cher-angelique is the true genius behind this, i was just kinda there) Mon-cher-angelique is also posting this same fic on their account too so check them out! (btw this idea was partially based off of @bunny-yams art) 

Word Count: 3900

Pairing: HamilSquad x Reader

Summary: The reader decides that it’s finally time for some braces but what will their boys think? Will they even tell them. Only time will tell.

The clinically white walls of the unrecognisable office swirled around your body in a drug infused haze, a feeling of numbness having already surpassed your mouth and running downwards towards your legs. Any pain that your body was registering and attempting to communicate with your non-functioning brain cells were quickly being overridden by the anaesthetic that was coursing heavily through your bloodstream and rerouting your neurons to fall into a sublime forgery of blissful ecstasy. As you attempted to move your heavy limbs off of the dentist’s chair that you had been trapped within for the past 2-3 hours, you began to realise how heavy and limp your legs had become as the numbness spread and infected every nerve in your system. All because your teeth had been caged into a 3 year commitment that they never truly agreed to.

Your body slowly shifted, sliding down the chair in an uncomfortable and uncontrollable manner. The orthodontists was busy else where currently, leaving only the nurses to watch your embarrassing  fall to the cold, hard ground in the sterile office. You splurted out an incoherent string of apologies but every word seemed to arrive into the atmosphere in a forced and muffled manner, very different to the melody of chords that used to arise from that small box in your throat. Was this how you would alway sound now? Like a child whose teeth had never even arrived or a person wearing a set of teeth guards as they played a contact sport.  

The nurse took a minute to even comprehend what was going on but she soon snapped out of it and helped you off the ground, which took a few times considering you could barely move your body. Finding it a difficult process to even lift your body in this distorted state. The Orthodontist came in shortly after the nurse finally managed to get you back on the chair. He spoke in a very soft tone, almost patronizing yet despite your mental state, you could tell it was unintentional.

“Hello (Y/N), how do you feel?”

A slur of words came out and the orthodontist quietly chuckled to himself,basing his judgment off of your face that was crinkled in anger at the lack of movement your body possessed.  The orthodontist turned his back to you and gathered a bunch of tools that would be useful in this new, painful chapter of your life. With his back still turned to you, he started asking you pointless questions such as want color toothbrush you wanted. The decisions seemed futile so you simply pointed to a random colour which in turn the nurse provided you. Your whole mouth felt as dry as the desert and like it was stuffed to the be with cotton wool.

The doctor continued to ramble into you about care for your braces and the necessities that could no longer be avoided. Concentrating was possibly the hardest thing to do when the drugs were still in your system, your eyes never being able to focus properly on the orthodontists unattractive face. No wonder they had to earn a lot of money, if they all looked like him then they would need it. His hooked nose that bent to the left, his beady little eyes that didn’t have a colour and his messy hair that wouldn’t seem to sit still no in any direction. To be honest though, since you started dating your boys, you had found every male unattractive and staring up the doctor’s nose hairs did not improve his image. One of the nurses, you think her name was Maria, gently tapped the orthodontist’s arm to indicate that you were barely able to sit on a chair, let alone remember his easily forgettable monologue. Yet seeing how slutty this Maria dressed, she could have possibly tapped the orthodontist for a booty call or a quickie, probably the reason why her boobs were practically hanging out of her shirt for the whole operation.

“ (F/N), (L/N).” The doctor muttered as he stared down at his clipboard with your information on it. Look, he had already forgotten your name, probably something to do with Maria’s tits. “Due to the need to install some fillings and do some minor dental repair - We were required to put you under anaesthetic. It seemed to have affected you dramatically and as per usual, you are unable to drive and it is certainly suggested to stay away from all alcohol and any drugs that are not prescribed. As you are unable to drive it is required that you have someone to come and pick you up from the office.Do you have anyone? Do you need me to call your next of kin or your partner?”

You slowly shook your head, there was no way you were letting your boyfriend’s see these braces before you had enough time to adjust. You smiled as your remembered that you had called your older brother to come and pick you up, then you stopped smiling because of the pain. A knock echoed through the surgery room, causing the inhabitants of the room to turn and wait for the grand entry. A tall, frizzy headed man peeked through the door with a nervous grin on his face.

“That would be me, the most amazing brother this world has ever seen.” You groaned as Thomas Jefferson spoke, a cheeky grin lighting up his entire face. Gosh, why couldn’t you have called Madison or someone? “It’s alright doctor. I’ll take them home and tell their boyfriend everything they need to know. they are just embarrassed about having to get them back on because they didn’t look after them well enough the first time.” His gloating came as a sharp jab to your ego. It was true that the only reason you were needing braces this late in life was because you had some jack all to keep them perfect. You didn’t wear your retainer, your dental hygiene was often poor except for a brushing and you never wore tight enough bands. Plus, What was all this boyfriend nonsense? You clearly had a polyamorous relationship - why wouldn’t he just say it? You growled angrily at Tom as you crossed your arms and stared daggers into his skull. Why the fuck did you pick him?

“That’s great…(Y/N)!” The awkward pause between his sentence and your name was to provide time for Dr Reynolds to actually look down at your papers and find your name. You just wanted to be out of this hell hole and you wanted it quickly. Dr Reynolds handed Thomas  enough pieces of paper to make a small manuscript as rambled on about the importance of food and instructions on how to care for the metal cage in your mouth, all while you were just mumbling to yourself and fiddling with your fingers. You gripped your brothers long sleeve and tugged on it as gently as your fumbling hands could, quickly grabbing his attention. He gave you a kiss on the cheek and a pat on your head and gave you a hand single that represented that he would be just a minute. Thomas was a very kind, gentle man and he never left his siblings when they needed him instead he would take them under his arm and coddle them until he deemed any danger to be gone. His attention was quickly snapped up by the orthodontist once more before your tugging quickly began, making him sigh gently as he swapped the sleeve trapped in your clutches with his own hand as an attempt to calm you. He didn’t understand what emotion you were feeling as the drugs continued to backhand you into reality. Once Thomas and your orthodontist were done talking, Thomas walked up to you and spoke softly.

“Hey (Y/N), you ready to leave darlin?” his southern drawl started to peak out. It was a creature comfort to hear your brothers natural accent. You managed to speak out a spluttered form of yes, embellishing the new lisp that you hadn’t had for almost 7 years. Your entire body was flaccid and lax, your eyes barely managing to stay open as you narrowly attempted to keep your body awake. Thomas scooped up your slack body, which naturally draped itself and contorted to provide him a gentle grip so he was able to carry you. Thomas pecked your forehead gently as he carried you bridal style down the flights of stairs and into his imported, fancy car that your parents had bought him.

“Y-youuuu shaid that I had a boyfriend. I h-have four, shhhhithead.” You groaned. Everything about talking was annoying; your added lisp, your stutter and the elongated way you stretched out your words. Not to mention the pain.You were almost crying “Ow…”

“I’m sorry (Y/N). I know it hurts…I went through it myself remember but think about the positives. Your teeth will look amazing darlin! Heck, I will even buy you all new veneers so they are pearly white just like mine. Besides, your boyfriends will love it.” His words were met with an evil stare as he gently placed you in the passenger seat of the car, letting you do your own buckle because you were strong and independent. Plus he had copped a beating from you before and he didn’t want to relive those terrifying memories - especially when you were in this foul of a mood. “The only reason I didn’t mention them was because I doubt that Dr Reynolds would understand. So look, I am sorry. Just please don’t hit me while I am driving.” His words were gentle as he shifted his bulky frame into the hideously painted, custom maroon Lamborghini.

“Fine but-t onshy becaushue you ashked nicely, youuu fuckerr”


On the drive home, you began to question the driving system of America - How the fuck had they let your brother on the road?If it wasn’t bad enough that you were already in pain, having Thomas speed over every bump as though he was a race car driver, almost made you break your word about no hitting him.  The wheels of his ugly yet expensive car came to a speeding halt on the bitchumen road outside of your New York apartment building, barely parking in between the clear white lines of the car space. “We’re here!” he said as he turned to you with a Cheshire cat grin spreading across his defined cheekbones.

“Shank Fuck forr shat!” you groaned as you quickly opened the door, before hastily unbuckling yourself. Your brain failed to recognise in its desperate attempt to free yourself of your brother, that the nerves which played a cumbersome role in maneuvering , your entire body were  currently fired, leaving your lax figure falling to the  unbreakable gravel beneath the custom wheels of your obnoxious brother’s car. Thomas was still busy trying to change the radio back to whatever songs he was playing before you infiltrated his radio system on the drive here when he heard the distinctive crash of your body colliding with the road. Thomas quickly threw off his seatbelt and dashed to the passenger side of the car only to see you passionately bombarding the ground with kisses. His grin disappeared to a flicker of worry before a hyena like cackle filled the air, how typical was it for you to complain about his driving in the most dramatically way even if you were high on drugs.

“My driving isn’t that bad (Y/N).” He chuckled as he bent down to his knees and gave you his hand. Holy shit, had your brother had a manicure? Madison must have had something to do with this, you could tell. Taking his hand into your own grip, you let him pull you up so your feet landed gently on the solid floor beneath you.

A heavy groan escaped your lips before and words could be formed by your dazed brain. “For onsh I’mm not trying to complain about your shhhit driving” your new lisp heavily impairing your speech like a drunk man on his sixth beer. Your brothers laughter died down to a slight giggle as he propped your lax body up with his toned arms. Letting you balance yourself  on his broad shoulders in an attempt to disconnect you from your current partner, the ground.

“Alright alright, let’s get you off of the nasty, grotty road and get you home, I don’t think the ground appreciates how you are touching it anyway” with whatever body movement you had left, you rolled your eyes at what he said as he picked you up again to bring you inside. He bested your weight easily, as though you were no more than a feather, as he lead you into the lobby of your shabby apartment building that you shared with your boyfriends; Lafayette, Hercules, John and Alex. Stumbling, wobbling and terrifying was the only way to describe your fifteen minute long journey to level4, your apartment being on level 8. It was at this point in time when Thomas realized he forgot every document that the orthodontist had provided you with on caring for yourself in your…impaired state. “Fuck” he muttered aggressively. “I’ll be right back (Y/N), I forgot your papers. Don’t move okay? No trying anything stupid, I need you to stay in one piece so the boys don’t kill me”

He sat you down on the ground, giving you another coddling kiss on your cheek before he raced back down the flights of stairs to retrieve them. You sat there for the first five minutes just fumbling with your thumbs acting like a toddler who couldn’t be left alone without supervision for 5 minutes without causing mischief. Some people passed by and they gave you strange looks, recognising you as that weird girl with four boyfriends from level 8 but you just shrugged it off. It had become normal for you to do that. You were starting to wonder where Tommy was, did it really take this long to get some papers? Especially with his long legs. After a what felt like a millennium of waiting, you saw your older brother nearly trip up the stairs in a rush to get back to you. You started to giggle wishing you could have seen him actually trip, the mere thought of him tripping made you smile. Something that Thomas hadn’t seen in the hour and half since he picked you up from the orthodontists office, New York traffic was a nightmare.

“What are you smiling about? Oh whatever, it probably something immature, you are on drugs after all. Not that you don’t laugh at stupid crap for no reason without drugs but you’re just a weirdo (Y/N).” He brushed it off like he didn’t care, but it made the fake French man ecstatic to see you smile, he loved seeing you happy. “Come on, let’s get you up stairs now before your boyfriends hunt me down and accuse me of stealing you”.

He allowed you to lean on his shoulders yet again before hiking up another four  flights of steep stairs to get you back home finally. As you reached your apartment, he knocked on the door loudly, purely to piss of alex because he knew alex hated that obnoxious loud knock, Thomas’s favourite pastime was pissing off your shortest boyfriend. Noises echoed from the inside of your home, the sounds of booming footsteps echoed into the hall as four men clearly raced to answer the door. The door was viciously swung open to see your four men as excited as Pomeranians hearing the word ‘walkies’ in an obnoxiously high pitched voice. Alex was the first to shove everyone other man aside in order to see their little angel arrive back home. You had left the house that morning proclaiming you had a doctor’s appointment but you never specified what that meant or involved, hoping that no would notice the embarrassing barriers clasping your teeth together. It was impossible not to notice a set of braces, so you knew it was best to keep your mouth shut and not say a word. What would happen if they kissed you? The last time you kissed a boy when you had braces, he cut his tongue on the snipped wire when he tried to French kiss you. Thank god it wasn’t your boys.

“(Y/N)!!! My god your home. I missed you! How was your appointment?” His babbles bombarded your sense as you felt the short man jump into your warm and unexpecting embrace. His started planting kisses all over your face, once again resembling a small dog that had been away from his owner for too long. Suddenly is dreamy gaze turned sour, realising who the man behind you was. “Why are you here Jefferson?”

John had to stifle a giggle as Alex’s face started to resemble an angry tomato, caught somewhere between rage and blushing. His furs with Jefferson managed to surpass the office doors every time he left for work, bringing his hatred for your eldest brother into the small apartment you all shared.

“I came to drop off my sister, fuck face. Don’t look so surprised, I can show affection to people Hamilton. They just have to deserve it.” He retorted back with a cheeky smirk spread across his face, your closed fist colliding with his beefy shoulders in a hard punch. “Ow, piss off metal mouth. I am just telling your idiot of a boyfriend over here that I care enough to pick up my little sibling from the orthodontist when they had their braces put on. Where were they, Huh?”

You face palmed your face aggressively, letting a sigh out. Why the fuck had he said that?

“Orthodontist? Metal mouth?” John said confused. What on earth was Jefferson talking about today? . “Why would he call yo-” John cut himself off quickly realizing that you got braces. The men had known you used to have braces “Open up let me see” he spoke sternly. You tried to refuse, squirming you head away from his grip but eventually you gave in. The pain of having your face prodded and briskly moving away from someone’s touch spread through your face, feeling like a car colliding with a tree.

“Oh mon amor…why didn’t you tell us?” Questioned Lafayette as a pout quickly enveloped his face. His large eyes looking genuinely shocked and upset with your hidden medical agenda, making your heart break into tiny pieces.”Were you scared we would tease you? We would never tease you mon cher! We love you… why hide it?”

“Ish hurtss.” You cried back, your bottom lip wobbling as tears streamed down your face, clouding your beautiful eyes. “I n-no like my brashis.” You whispered as Hercules pushed through the men and hugged you tightly, slowly leading everyone including your brother into the apartment’s lounge room. Setting your body gently down on the couch, pecking your forehead gently, he was far to scared to kiss your lips.

“Do you mind dropping the affection? I’m here too you know and it’s bad enough I have to see them kiss ponytail over here.” Said Thomas as he spread himself out on the couch, letting his feet sit on the coffee table as though he owned the place. You grumbled angrily as you have him a hard smack to the chops, trying to get him to take back the statement and to understand his place here. Alex looked fuming as he got up ready to start a fist fight with your brother, one hard stare from you brought your little lover him back to reality.

“If you don’t lishk it, then pisssh off fuck facesh.” You spat back quickly, letting yourself be cuddled by Hercules. Lafayette seemed to think this was a hoot as he started to holler in fits of laughter, slapping his hand roughly against the side of the couch. Alex looked like the cat who caught the rat, a smug grin and a raised eyebrow with a small head nod let Thomas knew where he stood here.

“Your lisp is adorable baby.” Said John as he kissed your cheek gently, slowly walking out of the room and into the kitchen. You made grabby hands for your boyfriend as you watched him walk away, what was he doing? “Don’t worry kitten. I am making you something to eat. What do you want?”

“Oh about that. Yeah, here’s some papers turtle boy. It’s says what they can and can’t eat.” Said Thomas as he threw the white bag to John, filled with papers given to you by the orthodontist. Johns face contorted into a shocked expression, the colour draining from his face.

“What did you mean they can’t eat popcorn?!?!” Screamed john as he scanned the typed words. How could they not eat popcorn or hard candy, that was there lifeline these days. All five of them would come home and make a bowl of popcorn and watch a movie, a small token of appreciation for the person who did everything in the tiny apartment. John attempted to win over his lover “I’ll tell you what. We can eat it one last time, just the five of us,” all the boys moved their heads simultaneously nodded their heads, trying to get Thomas to catch on. “We can settle down and watch a movie. Snuggle up to the most beautiful person ever with the most adorable lisp I have ever heard. The five of us…Just us.”

“Fine, fine. I know when I’m not wanted here. Remember, my Mac and cheese will be nice in your teeth. Eat that for dinner.” huffed Thomas as he grabbed his distastefully purple jacket and gave you a small kiss. You loved your big brother no matter what happened and it was times like these that you truly appreciated him for what he is.

“NO YOU FUCKING DON’T OTHERWISE YOU WOULD HAVE LEFT HALF AN HOUR AGO RAT MAN!! BUGGER OFF YOU FUCKER!” Screamed Alex loudly, stomping his foot on the ground like an upset child. “AND YOUR MAC AND CHEESE IS SHIT THOMAS. “ he slammed the door behind your brother, not wanting to hear or see his political nemesis for another week until the next cabinet battle.

You giggled as you sat on the couch with your boys, your metal braces in clear view for your partners to see. As Alex returned back into the loveseat that you all shared, he carried a fluffy blanket from the linen closet. Draping it over your body before plopping down beside you. John returned from the small kitchen with a bag of ready made microwave popcorn, dripping in butter (just how you liked it) under his right arm and a bowl of hard candy in his left. He slapped them down on the table as Hercules put on a movie and Lafayette fiddles with your hair gently. Maybe having these braces weren’t so bad.

“You knows, I love you boysh.”

“We know mon amor. We know. You know we love your braces and your lisp? It sounds adorable.” Questioned Lafayette with a wink as his arm slipped across your shoulder and pulled you close so that all of the boys sat together on the same couch with you.

“I know. My amashing boyfriendsh.”

exile-wrath  asked:

:O what's your beef with trans!fic? I am curious

me: i can sound like an asshole when i talk about this, so maybe i should–

keep in mind, this is all my opinion! you are welcome to disagree!  please don’t take this personally, i’m not calling anyone out, i just want to discuss some broad things i’ve seen in fic, and why it makes me hesitant to read, or very critical of, trans narratives.  so, trans!fic! my problems with trans!fic typically boil down to a number of things:

  • a majority of trans!fic is written in the same style as an origin story. this inherently suggests that this is the major, defining narrative of someone’s life, as everything is typically written with every life event influenced or framed by transition.  i think this really reduces a character to a single dimension, and suggesting that a trans person’s life is exclusively about their transition is kind of degrading.  
  • transition is often seen as this dramatic thing.  “i’m misunderstood, because i’m trans.” “no one will love me, because i’m trans.”  and i hate seeing this narrative and mindset in stories, but also self-perpetuated within the trans community.  transition can be a positive thing, and it should be celebrated.  
    •  i was linked to this lovely article that goes in depth about a lot of things, including how the transmasculine community itself can and does bolster the harmful idea that “the way things are” suggest that trans people are lucky to find anyone at all.  a majority of the trans people i know IRL are in very happy, loving relationships, a majority of them with cis people whose sexual identity assumes their partner is also cis.  
    • i think about how movies like “Boys Don’t Cry,” which are based off of true stories, are celebrated, and suddenly the public consciousness thinks, “this is a narrative that must be celebrated.”  i think this is a good example of how we have to be more critical of our media intake and challenge ourselves to find new, more unique, yet still real and true narratives to pursue and celebrate.  this isn’t an idea that we should let fester, because we’ve already begun to internalize it.  “i’m unloveable because i’m trans.” fuck that.  i might be unloveable because i’m an asshole, or because i fart too much in front of my girlfriend, or because i’m a messy drunk, but it has nothing to do with my gender identity.  
  • a lot of stories featuring trans!narratives, written by both cis and trans writers, are really poorly researched.  i feel like people rely too much on basic knowledge of the transition process, and think (for example, a transmale): okay, you cut your hair, you get on hormones, Things Change, you get surgery, ????, profit.  and that seems to be the outline of literally EVERY FIC.  but not only that, the characters all seem to be making the same decisions, having the same reactions, and experiencing the same changes as they do in every other fic.  every trans body and the way they experience transition, dysphoria, whatever! is different.  when i see a character going through transition, i want to see them making decisions on hormones, surgeries, etc. based on their character, their profession, their life, and i want those things to be EXTREMELY well researched, if you HAVE to get into it (and you don’t– you can literally write about a trans character without writing about ANY of those experiences, and yet.)  again, it feels like people rely too much on the bare elements of the transition experience and their stories in turn go through character erasure, and then the aspects of the transition become less remarkable, less believable, less emotionally poignant, less weighted.  
  • and aGAIN, you don’t have to write about any aspect of transitioning to write about trans characters!  for many people, the way that they interact with their gender identity, especially if they’ve already made steps towards transitioning, doesn’t feature predominately in their life.  
  • on the flipside of that, dysphoria changes shape.  transitioning isn’t a linear thing.  
  • an anon sent me this amazing post, which concisely describes a lot of my gripes as: 2-dimensional “xe transed nonbinarily down the stairs” issuefic, which LMAO ACCURATE
  • where are the stories where people trans people are doing things without reflecting on their Gender Angst or Body Awareness or transition, like??? there are so many potential stories out there. endless.  for the same reason i write m/m fanfiction out of lack of mainstream stories featuring gay characters and gay relationships except when it’s ABOUT being gay or coming out, do i want to see just like, a trans!office!AU.  fuck it, why not?
  • i don’t even want to get into how trans bodies are fetishized and romanticized in a way that really, really creeps me out, and makes me angry (typically just characterizing men as hypermasc women, for example).  there are a lot of assumptions made about trans bodies, especially when writing smut, and then i just have to back out of that fic, and set my computer on fire, and my whole apartment on fire, and move to another state and start a new identity.

in closing, i will always be hesitant to read trans!fic, and above are some of the more common reasons why.  i just like to ask that people question why they want to write a trans narrative, and what they are hoping to achieve through that.  at the same time, i understand there are a lot of young authors out there exploring their gender identity and getting it out through fic, which i respect! but what i’m seeing is just that very narrow experience, like it’s been sliced away from the rest of a person and laid on a slide.  it’s just a sliver of a human identity and experience that maybe adds another interesting layer, but not always, and only so much of life can be informed by that single experience.  be diverse.  celebrate happy narratives. get creative. 

V3 au where almost everything is the same, but Korekiyo. Actually doesn’t like his sister. Like he. Does not like her. He would happily throw himself into boiling water if it would get rid of her.

“No I don’t care if it will ’~bring you back~’ I ain’t killing no one. You want me to assault HOW MANY WOMEN? Go kill them yourself, I ain’t getting executed because of you. Oh you don’t have physical hands? Well that’s just too diddly darn bad. I don’t have any patience or sanity because of you and I’m not complaining all day

“Hey guys my asshole dead older sister is kinda haunting me. So if I suddenly start yelling at no one it’s actually her bc she’s fuckin annoying. Also she might possess me if I take my mask off so if y'all see me running around with lipstick on and shouting nonsense, please feel free to just knock me out. I’ll come back in a bit.”

“Wikihow, what do I do if my creepy dead sister is trying some freaky shit also how do I get rid of spirits that are haunting me”

“I wonder if Angie knows how to do an exorcism”

“No that shade of lipstick is ugly on me and I will not put that on my face. Why don’t u just fuckin eat it or something. Eat the entire tube of lipstick.”

“If u don’t stop shouting in my ear I swear to Angie’s kami sama I will get the salt.”


“Shinguuji, I heard you mention bugs? Did you see any?” “Yea Gonta it’s this douchebag one floating right beside me. She’s really bugging the fuck outta me. Take her away.” “…I don’t think that’s the bug Gonta needs…”

“Let me tell y'all a story about Casper the Bitchy Ghost *book is thrown at his head* YEA IT’S BASED ON A TRUE FUCKING STORY FROM MY LIFE”