the real right stuff

I am really tired yall.

Lemme just preface this with saying that I am a writer. I have been writing for most of my life. I have taken actual classes about writing and about what fiction can offer you, me, and people as a whole. I have won an award for something that I wrote. I know and love fiction, be it in written form, graphic novels, or film. It is all so good and complex and it’s something I am passionate about. That said, let’s get into this.

A good majority of the discourse that goes on in most of the fandoms I’m in stem from the idea that violence and forbidden sexual acts in fiction will encourage those actions in reality. It is important to know, firstly, that the only time this happens is when a person is immature enough or not mentally healthy enough to distinguish reality from fiction. Growing up, my parents would often stop horror movies (back when I first started watching them) to ask me questions. To be fair, they were pretty shitty people, but in this one aspect, they were so good about making sure I knew this difference. “You know this is just a movie, right? None of the stuff on the tv is real.” They’d assure before continuing the film.

It’s not real.

Now, half of the stuff I read or watched back then was nowhere near pushing boundaries or making me think critically about society or whatever. However, I knew that what I watched wasn’t real. It was images on a screen. If I don’t like what I’m seeing, I can walk away. It doesn’t have to affect me, personally,  unless I let it.

Now, lets circle back. School. College. I took a writing class that used this book:

Granted, it was a screenwriting class and most of the chapters were about various script formats, but the beginning chapters focused on why we write and why we make the stories we do.

It had a section in it describing how human needs and desires are met through fiction. It detailed those needs in a list. This list:

Please draw your attention to the ones on the list that say that fictions helps people to:

Be purged of unpleasant emotions

To have vicarious but controlled emotional experiences

To confront, in a controlled situation, the horrible and terrible

To explore taboo subjects without guilt

Just because you personal don’t need various forms of ‘taboo’ media, doesn’t mean that others don’t. Media, in all of its forms, is a way for people to explore things safely. It’s an outlet that doesn’t harm anyone and it offers the creator and viewer/reader a safe way of exploring the complexities of situations (or in some cases relationships) that these people do not want to be involved in irl. Because we can distinguish reality from fiction. Because none of us are going out killing people or getting into abusive relationships or fucking our sibling.

While being critical of the media we consume is important and it is vital to dissect the whys of the media being created, there is a line between creating open discussion about these taboos, about the society and personal experiences that makes one need these outlets, and verbally abusing and harassing strangers.

If you want to create a dialogue about media or a ship you don’t agree with, fine. Talk about it. Dissect it. Really dig deep into the human condition and the psychology behind these outlets, but don’t shame people for them to the point of telling them to kill themselves or telling them they are human garbage or what the fuck ever.

Fiction isn’t always meant to be picturesque. It’s not always going to be SFW. If that isn’t your cup of tea, then great. Stop going into the tags of things that make you feel unhealthy. You do you. Keep yourself safe. Stop continuously exposing yourself to content that you can’t swallow. To keep getting involved, to keep harassing people, to keep abusing strangers shows that you don’t give a damn about the content. You need an excuse to bully someone else and indulge in holier-than-thou circle jerks with other people who also have no sense of what fiction is for.

The Big Paranatural Conspiracy Theory

aka my brain saw one theory concerning Forge and connected a bUTT TON of dots and i have no real substantial proof of this (yet) but also theres nothing currently proving me wrong so im wrITING IT DOWN SO I CAN YELL IF IM RIGHT

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At the airport waiting to board a flight…

Jin: Yoongi where is your jacket you’re going to be cold, you know you always get cold on airplanes.

Yoongi: *looks meaningfully at Jin in his giant hoodie* 

Jin: Did you seriously not pack a jacket?  How bout a hoodie? 

Yoongi: Why should I when I can share yours? 

Jin: You know they’ll make you sit in your own seat on the airplane, right?

Yoongi: Not if they can’t see me. 

Marichat May - Kiss it Better

It’s super late, but I said I’d do it!

The moment I saw the prompt, I thought of the song Kiss it Better by He is We, which is a straight shot to the feels and I’d definitely recommend it as background music if you ever need to write an angsty scene.

TW: Blood and Character death. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. See the tags for more thoughts.

Paris lay in ruins.

Paris lay in ruins and Chat Noir was alone.

He had split away from Ladybug nearly ten minutes ago so she could recharge her kwami. The akuma, a vastly destructive force that went by the name of Dévastateur, had spent the better part of the past hour turning the streets to rubble and carving chunks out of buildings. Monuments were crushed beneath his power – and for once, Chat wondered if Hawkmoth regretted releasing a power like that into the world.

The akuma wasn’t anything special, really. He was granted power, great power, which gave him strength beyond imagination. It was his heart, however, that had darkened to a point that no mortal should ever near.

Chat didn’t know why the victim had turned so cold. He wasn’t sure he cared – not when Ladybug was still missing in action and Paris was a bona fide mess. But he did know that the damage wasn’t entirely Hawkmoth’s fault. No. This was personal on some level. The man beneath the mask wanted to tear the world apart on his own terms.

In Ladybug’s absence, Chat had reverted to a new plan – evacuating as many civilians as he could as quickly as he could. There were times for showy heroics, and there were times when all that mattered was preventing a bloodbath. This happened to be one of the latter.

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“They never dared ask me that, either.”
“Why.”
“Because it is not polite to ask—and they are afraid.”
Amren held Nesta’s stare, and my sister did not balk. Did not flinch.
“We are the same, you and I,” Amren said.
I wasn’t sure I was breathing. Through the bond, I wasn’t sure Rhys was, either.”

Okay, apparently I am to love everyone’s first family dinner at the House of Wind. This is fukcing fantastic. TINY ANCIENT ONE AND NESTA. YAAAS. 

Hey I’m just here to say that you should let kids enjoy and do what they want and not mock em for it.

Know a 13 year old who loves drawing Steven Universe and Undertale? That’s wonderful! Encourage them!

How about a 14 year old who only listens to emo and screamo music (something I’m doing now way past 14 btw)? That shits awesome! Let em dye their hair whatever weird color of the rainbow and wear dark clothes and make up!

What if they’re 12 and makes less than perfect stuff and puts it on DeviantArt? A little girl who wants to act? A nonbinary kiddo who wants to sing? A boy who loves horses?

Yes, yes, yes! Let kids have fun! They will eventually have to face really harsh, heavy, real world stuff, let them have this right now. Even if it seems weird or “cringy” to you.

Kenma has never been good with words. 

He observes Tetsurou’s dark circles when he comes home from work every night, in turn kissing them all, a silent “i’m glad to be home”. Tetsurou never complains, though. He loves teaching little kids about chemistry and physics and the secrets of the universe. But Kenma knows he likes it best when he’s wearing a pair of ratty old sweats, eating popcorn and laughing at really bad movies with the rest of them. And he always brings back leftover candy from school.

He observes Keiji’s mouth, a slight droop of lips indicating his discomfort at having to work overtime at the hospital. Keiji never complains, though. He loves helping people. But Kenma knows he likes it best when he’s at home, absorbed in a good book, his head on one of their laps, enjoying one of the quieter moments with the rest of them. And he always brings back flowers that remind him of them.

He observes Koutarou from a distance, a star shining almost too bright to look at directly. But he sees the sagging of his shoulders, an indication of self doubt and dejection. Koutarou doesn’t complain about it, though. He loves playing volleyball and he knows his students look up to their coach, a figure of strength and resilience. But Kenma knows that no matter how spirited Koutarou might appear to his students, he likes it best when he is sitting under the blankets with the rest of them, late at night, talking about the latest ghost story he’s heard from his students, an act that always always leads to cuddling. And he always hugs them all so hard, lifting them off their feet and planting a kiss with a plop on their cheeks.

Where does Kenma find himself in this equation? How does he show his love, when he can’t even say the words “i love you”? Maybe he doesn’t have to.

He decides to make them a playlist.

Kuroo Tetsurou

you and i - ingrid michaelson // who do you love - marianas trench // can’t help falling in love - twenty one pilots //  together with the sundown - stephen jerzak // promise the stars - we the kings // a sky full of stars - coldplay // symphony - clean bandit ft. zara larsson // u just can’t be replaced - gnash ft. rosabeales // shooting star - owl city // just the way you are - bruno mars // kiss me - ed sheeran // i’ll follow you into the dark - death cab for cutie

Akaashi Keiji

for him - troye sivan ft. allday // lovers in japan - coldplay // thinking out loud - ed sheeran // rollercoaster - bleachers // i won’t give up - jason mraz // moonlight - ariana grande // vanilla twilight - owl city // goner - twenty one pilots // true colours - tom odell // i do adore - mindy gledhill // truly madly deeply - savage garden // always - panic! at the disco

Bokuto Koutarou 

treasure - bruno mars // somebody to you - the vamps ft. demi lovato // love on top - beyonce // tear in my heart - twenty on pilots // missing you - all time low // love is easy - mcfly // i really like you - carly rae jepsen // top of the world - greek fire // say it, just say it - the mowgli’s // just give me a reason - p!nk // give me a try - the wombats //  turning pages - sleeping at last

  • INTJ: Trust me!
  • XXXX: I don't know.
  • INTJ: I'm usually right about this sort of stuff, aren't I?
  • XXXX: Yeah usually.
  • INTJ: Good. Just trust your experience and believe me, I'm right. We can prove it later.

anonymous asked:

TELL ME WHAT U THINK ABOUT THE WAY LANCE IS LOOKING AT KEITH PLEASE!! WRITE THAT SONNET!! PLEASE

ok anon i’ve been at dinner w/ family for like two hours now thinking about this and like

all i can think about is that lance and keith have had the most demonstrable growth in their relationship of like, anyone in the show? you have established relationships, like coran and allura, or pidge/lance/hunk, or keith and shiro, but as far as introduced relationships, lance and keith have come the furthest from where they started, and i can just – i see why they would look to lance to help comfort him. i know that hunk and keith have bonded a little, but it’s not the same. lance and keith butt heads a lot but they’re really alike, and i think lance knows how keith is feeling – i think they know, either instinctively or openly, that they get each other. it’s why they can agitate each other so easily. 

so for lance to just step forward and be the one who acknowledges ‘yeah i’m the person to comfort keith right now’ is just!!! it feels really significant!!! it has to be lance who does this because lance is who keith is closest with right now! and the way lance is looking at keith – listen i didn’t see it so i don’t know exactly what they say, but i know that lance is convincing keith that shiro doesn’t want keith to wallow in misery looking for him, that shiro would want them to move forward. lance isn’t trying to cheer keith up, he’s not being the group jokester (which they could have had him do, they could have had him be goofy and try to lighten the mood) he’s being serious and trying to help him in his grieving process. he’s trying to help keith accept what’s happened. i look at that picture of lance looking at keith and i see a person who genuinely cares about keith, who wants to make this easier for him. who wants to help him move forward. i see a person who’s willing to show that he’s a shoulder for keith to lean on, someone he can come to for advice. i see the foundation for a partnership we’ve been told is coming and is realistic and is possible. and i’m really, really excited about that.

I am absolutely struggling to draw anything lately. Everything I DO draw feels bland and icky and unsatisfying. I know I’ll eventually break this giant mental block - but it’s really difficult at the moment.

I tried.

Give Okuyasu kisses!!!

Try To Understand (pt. 2)

Characters: Alpha!Dean Smith, Omega!Reader, Omega!Charlie, Alpha!Michael

Word Count: approx. 3900 (sorry?)

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, sleepy, sexy times

A/N: Part two of my A/B/O series based on the song prompt “Magic Man” by Heart for @dr-dean’s a/b/o writing challenge. Sorry it took a while, had some real life stuff to get taken care of. This picks up right where part 1 leaves off. Hope this isn’t a disappointment after that wait. Many thanks to @roxy-davenport and @kayteonline for the support and beta work on this part. And many thanks to you for reading it! I love feedback, and hope you enjoy it. 

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“Okay. Okay,” you whisper to yourself, “Okay.” You think if you say it enough, you’ll be fine. It takes a few tries, but you finally hit the button for the correct floor. Your eyes squeeze shut as you think about Charlie’s words, ‘You’re experiencing a heat.’

“No,” you scoff out loud to yourself. “No, just think. Travel. Stress. Dirty bathrooms. It’s just that. I’m just sick. Break it down. Just think.” You nod with each point, keeping your eyes closed to focus on your mental checklist, trying to drag the focus away from the pain in the pit of your stomach; from the heat simmering just below your skin. Trying to block out the image of the man with Charlie - Mr. Smith. The way he flustered you with just one look, the way that your body itched to-

“No. Okay. Baby steps,” you tell yourself, dragging your focus back to the task at hand: getting home. The simple task feels like too much work, your muscles seem to be begging you to just flatten out on the ground. You fight against it, gripping the handrail with sweaty, slick palms. The car bounces to a stop, opening to reveal the harsh fluorescent lights of your floor.

“Tiny. Baby. Steps.”

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