the opposite of forgetting

The Mate Rules

Each of Maas’ series, “Throne of Glass” and “A Court of Thorns and Roses” contains half the rules that apply to Mates, so if you hadn’t read both, or didn’t catch the rules (some are throwaway sentences), you’d be confused. I’ve seen a lot of people who’ve read one series but not the other wondering about it lately, so I figured I’d gather all the “Rules” in one place :)

  1. There is only one Mate for everyone (ToG).
  2. Even Demi-Fae (one parent Fae, one human) have a Mate if their Fae side is strong enough (ToG).
  3. The Mating Bond takes a while to click into place, a couple or few months isn’t typical but is hardly a-typical (ToG).
  4. The Mating Bond has a strong pull, even if you are rejecting it (ToG).
  5. Once the Mating Bond is recognized and the bond is consummated (sex), it grows exponentially in strength (ACOTAR/ToG).
  6. Mates don’t have to like each other necessarily, as Rhysand pointed out- his parents strongly disliked one another (ACOTAR).
  7. You can kill your Mate. Like, physically murder them (ToG).
  8. If your Mate dies (and you weren’t the one that killed them), it can send you into an epic downward spiral of grief that apparently lasts a minimum of 10 years (ToG).
  9. The mating bond can be faked by a bitchy Fae Queen with hidden agendas. (ToG)
  10. A Mating bond, under the right circumstances, can exist between a Fae and a Human, when this happens a Fae can reject their Fae-ness and become mortal (ToG).
  11. Traditionally, a sign of the mating bond being accepted is the female providing the male with food they’ve made (Rhysand at least specifies it’s the female to the male, but that’s just traditional, as in ToG there is a homosexual Mated couple, so males can do it too)
  12. Mates don’t have to be opposite sexes (ToG)

If I’m forgetting any, let me know! 

Thanks to @Noonesjob , and @gail1012 for adding #11.

And as @crochanblackbeak pointed out, the rules of magic between ACOTAR and ToG tend to differ (iron being harmful, Fae all having a second form vs just high lords, etc), so it’s possible the Mate rules do too!

baby, my baby | 02

Originally posted by kookmin

“Raise my child, just for twelve months”

◇ pairing: jungkook | reader
◇ genre: angst, fluff. parents au
◇ word count:  3.2 k
◇ author’s note: i will be updating this series every friday evening, 11~12pm korean time! i really hope you enjoy!

part onepart two part three part four (coming next week!)

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Originally posted by jeonify

Chapter 2

pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, smut 

╳ Summary: “Being the Duff has really changed you.”“Excuse me, the Duff?” I asked, my voice rising a little at the end.“You know, the Designated. Ugly. Fat. Friend.”

After what happened at the party, I was not looking forward to Monday at all. But I woke up this morning and guess what day it was…


 Mondays were always horrible, but I knew this was going to be the worst Monday of my fucking life. All that kept going through my head when I was getting ready to walk into the hell hole called school was that I was a Duff. As I was walking down the hallway, I noticed every group did have a Duff and I cursed myself for never noticing that I wasn’t one before.

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Not Just A Jock

Originally posted by archic-andrews

Requested by anonymous:

“Hey babe!!!! I am so glad you are back I have missed you. As a senior I understand the pressure! I was wondering if you could write an Archie Andrews imagine? Where maybe she is new and he is intrigued by her but she thinks he is like a mean jock…..? Is that lame? I really do 😘 lysm”

Warnings: Swearing, fluff

Notes: First riverdale imagine yay!!! also this is not lame!!!! 

*this is set after Ms Grundy (ew) leaves

“What we all really need is a good night out, so who wants to volunteer to host a party?”

“You’re the one with a penthouse apartment and a totally chill mum, you should be the one to have it.” 

“Ok first off Kev, my mum is the opposite of chill and are you forgetting that we’re basically broke? As if we can afford the damage that will undoubtedly occur after the football team’s paid a visit.”

“Oh please as if- woah.” 

Archie looked up from his guitar and messy song writing notebook at the loud sound of Kevin’s loud gasp. It wasn’t long for Archie to find out what caused Kevin to get distracted from his heated discussion with Veronica. His eyes widened and his grip on his guitar loosened as he stared at possibly the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. 

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For everyone out there, i think the #1 thing that made me realise I had add/adhd is finding out that hyperfocus is one of the hallmark symptoms of adhd

I never considered I could ever have it until I discovered this. ‘Adhd is supposed to be about being unable to focus. I can’t have it if I can sit down and draw or read or play video games for 8 hours straight to the point of forgetting to feed myself, that’s like, the complete opposite of adhd. That’s just normal behaviour, right?’


louis is so so sweet and pure, man. he’s got so many reasons to just curl up in a ball and forget about the world, or be just the opposite, and be bitter and angry all the time, but he’s so sweet and gentle and smiley and cute and i don’t know how anyone could question why i love him because the answer is so so simple. he’s just good and he has my whoooole heart

anonymous asked:

Omg okay so for the ghost Laurens au I just have this feeling that when Alex runs to the hospital to see Philip, Philips passing in and out of conscienceless and the entire time begging john to not let him die and Alex breaks down because it makes him think about how scared John had to be and the entire time John is just being ghost John trying to help but can't do anything. Obvi philip survives but not without Alexander thanking whatever force saved his son (i.e. JOHN LAURENS) Idk u do u

You know what’s cool about this idea?

John Laurens did want to be a doctor at one point (from what I’ve read), which means he’d have some medical expertise under his belt. So even as a ghost, he’d have a strong chance at saving Philip, especially being that he was there from the moment the shot was fired.


You were a couple that no one saw coming.  They had always regarded you as polar opposites, and were surprised that you had somehow become friends.  Forget about dating.  That was completely ridiculous.  Yet, here you were.  Sitting across from each other sharing a milkshake and completely lost in each other as you celebrated a year together.  Him dressed in all of his dark clothes and you in your bright pastels.  It was certainly a sight.  Opposites really must attract.

Stigma against aromantic allosexual people

An odd thing I noticed, while studying aromantic allosexual stereotypes, is that aromanticism is frequently used as a device to “debase” sexuality or make it appear inferior. In both fiction and real life, the implication that someone is sexually active but aromantic is almost always intended to degrade that person’s sexuality.

The word “aromantic” itself doesn’t actually come up when this happens, because most people don’t even know what a “romantic orientation” is. But the concept of aromanticism is well-established in Western culture - it’s just that it’s almost always attached to another stereotype or stigma, or it’s treated as a character defect.

For example, most people are aware of the “predatory gay” stereotype. It’s the homophobic idea that gay people target poor hapless heterosexuals, especially heterosexual children, and molest them / emasculate them / convert them into more gay folks. The stereotype is based on the assumption that same-gender relationships are fundamentally different from heterosexual relationships, and this difference is a lack of romantic attachment or love.

On the other hand, pro-LGBT campaigns, posters and activists make a point of emphasizing the “love” aspect of same-gender relationships. They say things like “love is love,” and “the freedom to love,” while downplaying or ignoring the sexual aspect of these relationships.

You can find similar things in negative stereotypes about bisexuals, pansexuals, women with many sexual partners, and people of color. Bisexual and pansexual people are often wrongly stereotyped as being promiscuous, more likely to cheat, and less sincere in their romantic commitments. Their sexuality is acknowledged, but they are not seen as romantic, and this lack of romance is treated as a flaw that debases the rest of their sexuality. For women with many sexual partners, you need only remember “slut-shaming.” The sexuality of these women is treated negatively because it is not associated with a monogamous romantic relationship. They are perceived as sexual but not romantic, and this makes their sexuality a target of scorn. People of color are sometimes stereotyped as hypersexual*; but again, the sexuality is disconnected from any romantic associations, and this is treated as a negative quality. The presence of sexuality without romance is considered lesser or disreputable compared to sexuality with romance.

(*There are also a lot of other ways racism attacks people’s sexuality, but that’s not really the point of this essay, and I’m not qualified to discuss racism in depth anyway.)

Even if we’re not talking about stereotypes, but individual people or characters, aromanticism is treated as a pretty awful thing. In fiction, the success of an intimate relationship depends upon reciprocated romantic and sexual feelings; if one character in an intimate relationship is revealed to not be romantically attracted to the other, the non-romantic character is automatically seen as a manipulative, lying, heartless villain. (Or, if they get the sympathetic point-of-view, the relationship will be revealed to be a sham in some other way.) Meanwhile, the development of romantic feelings is given far more sympathy and depth by authors than the development of sexual but non-romantic feelings. The ideal relationship is treated as romantic and sexual, while non-romantic sexual relationships are treated as inferior and unfulfilling.

The English language itself reflects the difference in our culture’s attitudes. Compare the connotations of the words “love” and “lust.” “Falling in love with” someone is a big deal. It’s positive and special.But “lusting after” someone is almost dirty; it is treated as shallow, selfish, and relatively meaningless. When preachers warn about the dangers of “temptation” from the opposite sex*, they are always referring to sexual attraction, not romantic attraction, because sex without romance is seen as dirty, but romance without sex is celebrated as “chaste” and “waiting until marriage.” There is a dignity accorded to romantic emotions that is not granted to sexual attraction.

(*Of course, there are more than two genders, and not everyone is attracted to “the opposite sex” in the first place, but preachers tend to forget about that. And conservatism isn’t exactly kind to romantic asexuals, either.)

Aromanticism is used as a tool to denigrate sexuality across a wide range of people and demographics. Merely associating aromantic feelings or behavior with an active sex life is enough to make the entirety of a person’s sexuality appear negative. The only conclusion I can draw is that aromanticism is considered so horrible, that associating it with sexuality is enough to make that sexuality appear lesser, debased, disreputable or dysfunction in most people’s eyes. Allosexual aromantic people constantly receive messages that their sexual feelings are inferior or wrong, and needs to be fixed by falling in love. (The pressure is greatest for aromantic women, but applies to all genders to some degree.) And the worst part is that, even after all this, aromanticism is still not acknowledged as a phenomenon or orientation in its own right, but is merely considered a defect within another sexual orientation or sexual lifestyle.

Asexual aromantic people tend to receive a different set of toxic prejudices, which are closely linked to anti-asexual stereotypes. But anti-aromantic sentiment affects them, too. The lionization of romantic sentiment is so pervasive, and non-romantic relationships are so commonly treated as lesser, that asexual aromantic people may be inclined to see their own emotions and relationships as inferior to their culture’s romantic norm.

Amatonormativity is not just “romantic relationships are treated as more important than friendships.” There is an active, hostile stigma against aromanticism, and this stigma is distinct from anti-asexual prejudice.

Para siempre

Request: none, just part four of there she goes- part one || part two || part three

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x reader

Warnings: some angst my dudes, also kissing

Word count: 2,145

A/N: this one took way longer than it should have, but here it is! Thanks to Taylor and Taryn (@secretschuylersister and @fragmentofmymind) for being lovely and proofreading, and thanks to @hamlintonheights for checking my Spanish!

People who asked to be tagged: @texasprincess3, @monsieur-lafayette, @ruth-hamilton-delrio, @ctrl-altdelete, @sweet-fate, @snoozing-hippogriffs-23, @hhroadgirl

“Wait!” Lin called after you as you ran from the stage, ignoring Alex’s confused shouting.

You ran through the backstage, thankful you knew where you were going. The tears you had barely blinked back before  were now running freely down your face and blurring your vision. It had felt so right to be in Lin’s arms, kissing him, seeing adoration in his eyes to match yours.

As Vanessa, you had let out all your frustration and anger about him leaving to London. You had asked him to stay, kissed him, and realised you were too late. How were you supposed to move on after that?

You heard Lin’s footsteps behind you and, turning the corner, opened the first door you found and slipped inside, hoping he’d walk past. You closed the door quietly and turned to see what room you were hiding in.

It was Lin’s dressing room.

You swore silently. His dressing room looked personal- more than yours, certainly. He had photos of his parents, of the original Hamilton cast, and from the old In the Heights days. There was one of him and Karen out together, both grinning with their sunglasses perched atop their heads. There was one of him and the Hamilton cast at his last performance. You and the rest of the ensemble were standing on chairs, grinning and giving the cast bunny ears. You smiled fondly, feeling nostalgic for simpler times.

Lin had a couch in his dressing room, clothes draped over one end. You sat down on it heavily and figured you could take a moment to compose yourself before you had to be back onstage for the Finale.

You took a deep breath and leaned back, closing your eyes. You would have to talk to Lin, you realized, but not now. And without telling him how you really felt. You would go back to being Eliza opposite Javi and try to forget about Lin. It sounded like a reasonable plan when you thought it out.

And a plan that was promptly shot to smithereens when Lin walked in the door, stilling when he saw you.

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12x19 Deconstruction: Cas and Kelly, and Most of the Episode

Oh, this episode. This episode has me salivating with inspiration and a bit of worship - the structure is so damn good I want to just use it as a private staple from here on out. (I won’t.) (Or will I?…) Okay, let’s move onto the actual focus of this deconstruction: the baby. I have stated again and again how…

I do not believe the baby is evil - I believe it’s good

So let me here give you my foremost reasons for why I so firmly believe this, but first, can we just do a slow clap for the amazing work of writers Robert Berens and Meredith Glynn and the stunning job done on this episode by director Amanda Tapping? Thank you. (Yes, okay, let’s stop now.)

I’m going to have to dip into the entirety of this episode now in order to make my reasons for believing the baby is of the Good stick. I’ll spend an extra moment on the pivotal scene in the motel room, but honestly, this episode is so Cas/Kelly focused that it’s impossible not to look at the entirety of both of their story lines through every beat of this forty-two minute blitz of deep character development for Cas. It’s fucking amazingly crafted. Again, prostrated on the floor, Writers.

But what about Destiel?

Well, of course this is a Destiel heavy episode, and for very good reasons, too, but I’m going to discuss Dean as he relates to Cas’ character arc this time around, rather than how they both relate to their joint love story arc. (Okay, the love story arc will be part of this discussion because it can’t not be, but it won’t be in focus.) (There will be Destiel.) (Wait COME BACK I SAID THERE WILL BE DESTIE—… Good. Hi. There will be Destiel. Okay? Just alittlemoreCasKellybabydiscussionshhhhhhh let’s begin now.)

So, then: Why Is the Baby Good?

Oh, boy. The answer is a long and complex one, because it doesn’t really occur in one scene, rather it just keeps coming at you throughout the episode. And it starts as early as the recap sequence, where we’re reminded of Dagon’s role as Protector. The dialogue where she convinces Kelly to come with her is chilling, and significant:

Dagon: I’m a demon - you’re Rosemary, complete with baby. Kelly, the angels, the Wincesters, the good guys - they want you dead, but I can protect you. I can protect your son.

Even though Kelly might have had reservations, what happens when the Winchesters decide to interfere, tricking Kelly and more or less kidnapping her against her will, really only serves to prove one thing: they have nothing on Dagon.

Sam: We want to help.
Kelly: You call this helping?

Kelly has no faith in them whatsoever and when Dagon comes for her, she’s resigned to go with her - there’s no salvation to be had here, the Winchesters, whatever their motivation, can’t protect her or her child.

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The Woman - Request

Requested by anon:  Hello, could you do one you and Sherlock are like dating and you go to his flat and Irene Adler is there flirting with him but he picks you over her 😍😍xx thanks love

Summary: (Y/N) enters 221B and instantly notices the smell of another woman’s perfume. She then realizes it’s Irene Adler who is willing to convince Sherlock that she is a better woman for him.

Pairing: Sherlock x reader.

Word count: 1,230

Warnings: Irene’s naked so…

A/N: I can’t say that I despise Irene but I despise Irene. Writing this “battle” was so… Relaxing.


Originally posted by annieanhworld

At first it was the smell of a perfume that didn’t belong to her. “Probably a client.” She had guessed until she heard the superfluous laughter of The Woman. Irene Adler, the first woman to break Sherlock’s heart. That dominatrix, clever escape artist, a bad woman.

(Y/N) walked gracefully upstairs, trying not to let her weight on the stairs for too much on the steps for it would creak and expose her. She heard her laugh over and over, speaking incomprehensible words softly, seductively at him.

“Sher… Let’s have dinner.” Her smooth voice offered. (Y/N) reached the floor and managed to have a look through the small creak the half-closed door had left.

And although it wasn’t a great view, (Y/N) could see them both. Irene was kneeling in front of Sherlock, who was occupying his usual seat. Her suave hand traced a lingering path on his thighs as her deep eyes stayed connected with his blue ones.

“No.” He replied. A sly smirk was formed on his lips. (Y/N) recognized it as a defying look; the one he gave his enemies and whoever dared to test his abilities. A cocky look that showed nothing more but dominance.

Irene let her head lay softly over one of his legs. “Please, Sher. I missed you.” She flirted, making sure to squirm slightly, trying to get dirty pictures inside his mind without him really noticing.

“I’m not available.” Sherlock replied calmly. Irene lifted her head and examined him before letting out a sassy chuckle.

“We both know that’s a lie.” She whispered seductively, “Let’s have dinner.” She insisted, both of her hands shamelessly caressing his thighs, but stopping right before she got to that one spot she desired the most.

“No.” Sherlock repeated. (Y/N) saw how fingers, tapping the sides of the arm holders of his beloved seat. He was starting to get impatient, but even so his face remained still.

“I’ll stop insisting if you give me one good reason.” She offered. (Y/N) noticed that she was only wearing a robe – Sherlock’s robe – and that she was slowly letting it slide off, teasing him.

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powerovernothing  asked:

First off, let me tell you, your fan fiction literally made my entire night and I just have it tucked away on my computer to reread because it was written SO DAMN WELL and IN CHARACTER AND OH MAN. I LOVED IT SO MUCH. YONDU'S WORRY WAS SO GOOD! UGH. But if you're still wanting prompts. How about -- Peter and Yondu get into a massive fight and they say things they don't mean, and they have to deal with the messy emotions afterward; as well as the awkward attempts to fix it.

Hey-o! Got that second one coming right up! :P


He’s 16 when he tells Yondu that he hates him. Of course, he hasn’t ever exactly been ‘fond’ of the centurian, but he’d never said that he hated him outright until now.

The crew had just come back from an on-world raid, where Peter decided to disobey a direct order, and in doing so, botched the whole operation, but ended up saving Yondu’s life in the process. They got into a fight about it pretty badly when they docked for the night to check into a hotel.

“That was COMPLETELY unnecessary, Quill! You damned near got every one of us killed out there! The hell were you thinking, tryin'a cut the trip wire!?” Yondu cinched the ties around Peter’s bedroll a bit too tightly, absolutely fuming. By this point he was too angry to weave around the subject of their heist to any listening ears.

“I only tried to cut it because I KNEW you wouldn’t have made the jump! You would ended up pulling it yourself and getting hurt or worse if I hadn’t!” Peter raged in retaliation.

A few remaining crew members grabbing their supplies listened in on the fight for a moment, but then quickly moved on, lest they inquire the captain’s wrath. The only ones left in the docking hangar were Peter and Yondu.

“Boy, you need to learn to listen when you’re told not to do something that serious! Because out there, in the real world, there ain’t second tries, and when YOU screw somethin’ up, it’s YOUR FAULT.” Yondu threw Peter’s bedroll at him and stomped off towards the bunks of the ship.

“Where are you going??” He shouted in exasperation at the centurian. Their argument was far from over.


It was completely in the heat of the moment, but even then, Yondu realized he shouldn’t have said that. He didn’t mean it. Quill was like a son to him. He’d saved him by keeping him, against orders. But he couldn’t turn around to face the young man. Not now.

He couldn’t see it, but he could just..feel Peter’s frustration.

“I..-” The boy huffed out. He sounded like he was crying. Or trying to hide it.

“I hate you.” And all it took were three words to wound Yondu as deeply as his words had struck the boy.

He didn’t turn around until he heard the teenager’s footfalls exit the craft.

All he could get out was a whisper.

“The hell have you done, Udonta..”


It was late in the night when Kraglin came back to the ship. Yondu had just finally drifted off when the man came strolling into his room, taking a seat in the chair in the room’s opposite corner.

“Why you here? You forget somethin’?

“Just checking on ya, Cap'n. Sounds like you and Pete got into it pretty bad earlier.”

Yondu sighed and nodded sullenly, sitting up in the bed. He winced when he moved his bruised shoulder the wrong way.

“Kid’s pretty upset. He cried until he passed out. Must’ve been serious.”

“Said some things I regret, Krag.”

Kraglin nodded, listening at his captain spoke.

“Things like that happen, Cap'n. We’ve all done it.”

Yondu struggled with his next words, reliving the moment they were said in painful detail.

“I was just..I was so damned angry..I just couldn’t look at ‘im. He-..He said he hated me.”

“I’m sure he didn’t mean it none. He seemed like he was feelin’ pretty bad about it.” Kraglin rose from his seat and started towards the door.

“Kraglin, you think I messed it up with the kid? I don’t..I’m not exactly…father figure material.”

Kraglin paused, unsure of how to reassure his captain for a moment. But then he smiled, and spoke one last time as he walked out the door.

“Just talk to him in the morning. It’ll work out.”

Alone again, and now fully awake, Yondu was left to ponder his thoughts once more. Maybe think of a good apology while he was at it.


He had the chance to make use of the apology he’d come up with at breakfast the next morning.

Peter sat by himself when they all went back to the ship to eat. He laid over the edge of the table, his bowl completely forgotten in front of him, even though it was full.

Yondu sat with some of his fellow Ravagers to eat, and then went and joined Quill after he’d cleared his dishes.

“What’s eatin’ ya, kid?” The Ravager king asked, his tone of voice gentle. Peter had been avoiding him all morning.

“Not the crew..yet.” The boy replied somberly, not even looking up.

“Hey, listen. I didn’t mean none of them things I said yesterday. I was angry, and scared..and stupid.”

Peter gave a short glance in Yondu’s direction.

“I was scared cuz I was afraid we were gonna get hurt when that charge went off from the trip wire. I was afraid you’d get yourself hurt. You were right there when it blew.”

Peter finally sat up and Yondu reached to put a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry, boy.”

Peter sat silently a moment, taking a deep breath before he answered.

“I don’t..I didn’t mean..I don’t hate you. I’m sorry I said I did.”

“I know. I know. It’s ok, Quill.”

You are a fake person. You forget too fast. You are my opposite. I wanted to believe that we had a chance, that we were going to overcome everything, yet you couldn’t forget something that wasn’t even there. You let me go so easily, and I decided that I didn’t want to hold on to the past.
I don’t hate you. But I won’t forgive you. You once told me that you hated people that didn’t hate you, which made you hate them even more. I guess I’m one of them. And it’s no accident. I won’t let you be satisfied that I can’t be anything without out. So I act as if nothing happened, as if you never came into my life. I’m still the same, not because I want to still have you, but to show you that you were nothing to me. And that’s what you are becoming to me. Nothing.
—  1:04
Wingman - Dean Ambrose

Summary: James goes to Dean for advice on asking you out. However, you and Dean are much closer than James thinks. 

Warning: Slight smut!

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anonymous asked:

My favorite moment from Hetalian horror show was the "bad ending". What happened to Bulgaria in that ending exactly I didn't fully comprehend what happened (when he got tied up by Russia..) this has been on my mind me for a while now do you know what exactly took place....?

It is a very perplexing moment. Let us review what happened, shall we?


Okay, first of all, I suggest you read the full translation here because it’s REALLY AWESOME. We get to learn about Bhutan (but that’s for another post). Anyways, let us direct our attention to the bad ending when Bulgaria decides to stop Russia from making everyone “become one” with him through a magic potion. In the good ending it’s all a plot for a movie that America is sharing with Russia. But in the bad ending…oh boy is it different.

When Bulgaria says he wants to protect everyone, Russia says:

“Are you saying that you’ll take their place instead? Hmm…Alright. If you mean it then I’ll stop for today.”

By take their place this meant that Russia was going to do to Finland, America, England, Spain, Germany, and Japan what he did to Bulgaria in the upcoming scene. Then Russia stops and lets everyone else go, everyone goes home, blah blah blah…and then this happens.

B: hmm?

B: Eh… What was I…doing?

(Russia. You were doing Russia, Bulgaria)

And then we are treated with this and some interesting music

(I got it at just the right time so Russia’s text covered the Bulgarian buttox)

B: Eh, what is this!? what’s going on?!

R: Good morning Bulgaria, your heroic act was really cool.

He’s not referring to what you think he is you perverts! He’s talking about bulgaria “taking their place”. Note that Russia has not done anything to Bulgaria yet (at least while he was conscious).

(I cropped it. No Bulgarian buttcracks for you)

B: Mr. Russia…?! Um, thank you very much…But why did it end up like this!? Uh-I mean, why, sir…

R: You said you’d take their place instead.

He was going to do this to Finland, America, England, Spain, Germany, and Japan.

(this was made by HIMARUYA, by the way)

B:Not like this! I wanted it to be in a cool way…! Isn’t your relationship with me pretty well?!
R: It wouldn’t have changed anything, it’s a tradition that someone ends up in this role after all

Now that line really stands out to me. If it means what I think it means, Russia usually dominates people and puts them in this position. It really shows just how fucked up Russia is. He says someone is always in this position. So who was in this position before Bulgaria is now? Take a guess.

More likely than not, it was Lithuania. Lithuania does not act the way he does around Russia to anyone else. Reminder, this is the guy that kicked Prussia’s ASS and directly admits that he hates him. But what about after Russia left the Soviet Union? Who is Russia’s bondage buddy today? Prepared to want to murder Russia. I’m not sure, but I have a feeling that I know who it is…

(russia get your damn hands off of that cinnamon roll!)

Latvia is the one baltic that still hangs out with Russia today and can’t seem to get away from his influence. The last baltic to leave the USSR. The only baltic too afraid to get rid of any of his Soviet things. The only baltic to go through a blizzard to get to Russia’s house. The Baltic that can drink the most and has the highest alcohol tolerence. It all makes sense.
But maybe there’s a slight possibility that Latvia doesn’t want to get away. Maybe the reason he keeps crawling back–even in a blizzard that BELARUS won’t even go through–is because of Stockholm syndrome. That or he’s REALLY into BDSM.
Anyway, Russia’s a total dick to Latvia and Lithuania (but not to Estonia if you remember from my old age theory).

Anyways back to the analysis

(still no porn for you)

B:Tradition?! What tradition?! What does that mean?!
R:No clue meow~

The meow is a reference to something that happened earlier, it will be explained in the next clip.

But when Russia says Tradition, he may be implying that something like this may have happened to him when he was younger. When he says no clue, Hima may be implying that the memory was so horrible he has tried to repress it. But I learned from my science class that real traumatic events don’t get repressed. Instead, it’s the opposite. They’re impossible to forget about, thus causing PTSD. If something like this happened to Russia in his past (most likely his childhood) then it would be totally understandable why he acts the way he does rather than just being an absolute monster for no reason. Perhaps the way he tortures his victims is also a reference to the Forest Brothers, the gulags, or how Russian POW camps were historically the most brutal. (It keeps getting darker, kids!)

B: Wh– how do you know tha– You weren’t there when I…  

R: Hm? The meow? It’s something you can say to be forgiven! Ah, that’s right! You finally got the chance to stand out~

More references to the first part. This means Russia was stalking them the whole time.

That meow means he’s going to do some unforgivable shit.

B: You were there…from the start…! from the very start…!
R: Listening to your stories one by one was really comforting, I enjoyed it.

Judging from the building in the next scene, this all seems to take place at school. Now that is top quality faculty.

B: Ah, but now that I think about it this is a pretty nice role to be in! Thank you!!

R: You’re a bold one, aren’t you…

That’s where it ends. And at this point kids, our hero Bulgaria realizes he is into BSDM. The ending is very much open to fan interpretation, and that’s how I interpret it.

In conclusion, Russia x Bulgaria is canon and Bulgaria is still Vice President of the forgotten characters club. The End.

achilles had known
his whole life that he was destined
for greatness / ‘aristos achaion’
they called him / the best of the greeks,
made not with love / but glory / and the
haunting ghost of war.

when you are told,
from birth, how your life will unfold, 
you can’t help but seek out
serendipity /  the locking of eyes
across a crowded room / that moment
of free-fall is easily addictive.

achilles chased it across fields
the colour of sunshine / and through
waves / ocean salt like a second skin.
even time could be quiet
for moments like these / for a boy
like this / unknown and unplanned.

achilles had known his whole life
that he was destined for greatness / but he
could never have guessed he’d be bound 
for this too / for a love he’d tear cities apart for,
and die for / a love he’d wait more 
than a thousand years for. 

SERENDIPITY vs DESTINY // l.s.  © 2016

Karasuno First-Years as Teachers

So I made this for fun, and the other admins thought that it would be fun to post this, because why not? HAHA I hope y’all enjoy this! [Reblogs would be very helpful especially that we just started as a blog! Thank you!]

Admin LaLa 


 -he’s the teacher that everyone likes 

-the actual fluffiest teacher of all aND GIVES LOTS OF BONUSES 

-“when i was like yall i had a hard time so i hope u dont end up like me!”

 -if ever someone would have a low grade, he’d be the comforting type of teacher!!! 

-“hey, it’s okay!!! let’s work hard to get your grades higher mkay? yOSH!” “s-sIR!!!” “HEOL DONT CRY!!!”

 -dude like hinata would actually tutor his kids and monitor them 

-oh my god stab me, hinata is the actual fluffball 

-“i hope you have a great day today everyone! see yall after the weekend!" 

-honestly everyone is thankful for this teacher 

-sighs when will i ever??? 0A0 



 -exactly hinata’s opposite = nO BONUSES cri 


-will collect the homeworks one by one and youll be highkey screwed 

-"i thought that youd be responsible students and finish your homeworks, but it seems not. youll get a zero for this." 

-but irl he just really wants his students to grow and flourish on their own

 -when someone improves he’ll try to compliment them even if he’s not used to it??? man… 

-most students think he’ll never smile but when one of their classmates actually cracked up a good joke mAN HE WAS HIGHKEY LAUGHING AND EVERYONE WAS SHOOKT 

 -"jeez kids, im not that emotionless HAHA" 

-when the year ends, everyone will actually miss his rules and kags will be so happy to see them graduate 

-thank god for him ;A; 

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We’ve been here before...

There isn’t much left of their previous lives, merely broken images and distorted memories, feverish flashes that dominate the darkest nights, proving it undeniable, at least to them, that it indeed existed.

Finding one another in this new life, this new world, unmarred by the footprints of giants, had been a blessing, as if some meaning had come from childhoods riddled with nightmares.

Erwin tries to remember.

Levi tries to forget. 

Every now and again, this opposition of ideals threatens to upset the once easy balance between them both. Erwin does all he can to locate those once considered his closest allies, his head stuck in books in the late hours, trying to find just a semblance of proof of the life that was once theirs which now seems just a distant memory. 

Levi remembers so much more than Erwin, and he has only ever considered it a curse. What he would give to wipe his mind clean. The running montage of teeth and blood only serve as roots that keep him tethered to a time defined only by despair. Erwin is free to bask in the awe of it all, motivated by the hows and the whys, unknowingly leaving Levi trapped, resolved that there was no reason at all. Everything was senseless, back then.  

As he sees Erwin’s eyes widen in delight at the discovery of another acquaintance from that time, Levi only feels his chest ache. Once again there will be theories and insights flung about the room, pleadings to try and remember and reveal just a little bit more.

 Levi remembers just how desperately he had once wished that they had both been born in a different time, free of Titans and political puzzles, just so they could live in relative peace, and not question everything around them, hyper fixating on something just out of reach. 

It is almost amusing just how little a whole new life had changed Erwin. 

Levi can only hope that this time, he will somehow be able to save Erwin from destroying himself.