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Maggie Sawyer has lived through traumatic experiences all her life, she was outed, kicked out of her own home, she was told she doesn’t deserve to be happy, that she’s hard-headed, insensitive, obsessed with work, sociopathic. Despite all that, she came out stronger, she turned into a better person. She’s the human version of “be the person you needed when you were younger” and Alex brought out the best in her from the start, without even knowing it. Maggie met this girl and instantly grew fond of her, tried to protect her from bad experiences, lied about her own trauma not to scare her, because “i wanted it to be better for you.” Maggie was always the first in line to make sure Alex was happy, despite her knowing she didn’t deserve that happiness herself. It was with a “you deserve to have a real, full, happy life” and a “it’s called being happy, get used to it danvers” that Maggie made sure Alex knew exactly how much she deserved that happiness, because once again she only wanted the best for her. She didn’t want her to question it for even one second. And Alex knows, she knows how bad Maggie is damaged by her past, and she wants to show her that with her it’s different, with her is better, that those wounds can be healed, that she can be vulnerable with her, that she can trust her completely not to break her even more but to heal her instead. And Maggie is slowly letting her get past her walls, past the facade, and they make each other better, and they make each other whole, and they save each other daily.

when he gets drunk and he starts confessing;; kim taehyung / 966

From what seemed to be a chill night with a favorite rerun on track played out on the television screen, came to you facing the road in your car as you drive down to someone drunk not even in your responsibility. Putting your car on park by the sidewalk, you slam the door behind you before you can make your way up to the people who called you for help.

Oh forms on their lips at the sight of you on their doorstep. My comes in a bulldozer throwing their asses off the roof as they scramble to open the grill, holding onto their hearts (and balls) in the process because - “Fuck!”

“Y/N! That hurts!”

“Good! It was supposed to! You guys know that he can’t handle alcohol that well and you went ahead and gave him just that. Are you-”

“Y/N?!” A voice yells into the air, reaching you in a speed that ricochets your eardrums because sometimes his sneeze alone can make fifteen people get a heart attack so yes, it was that loud, someone might call the cops. Jimin and Jungkook take it as a perfect time to bounce (claiming to give you space to tend to the poor boy pressed up to the glass window like a lover waiting for his own to return). You decide to deal with them later, closing the door behind you with a quick lock before you dart over because - “Tae!”

He’s completely melted on the floor, as if he’s trying to glue himself there with a giddy chuckle. His breath reeks of alcohol but you find it isn’t that bad when Taehyung smiles like he can grow flowers with them. Sighing, you remain on your knees beside him who stays still with his eyes screwed shut. It’s a time to take a breather when he turns into stone. But you out of all people know it’s just a matter of time before he springs into action.

There are a few types of drunk people in this world that you were familiar with. Loud, obnoxious and have no sense of gauging the human’s personal bubble space, one. Soft, giggly and seemingly swaying from left to right much like a palm tree whilst murmuring to themselves, two. Clingy, very clingy, too damned clingy, koala level clingy, three. All of the above, four. Synonym: Kim Taehyung.

You’re proven right when he snaps up out of nowhere and you have to catch your heart breath. Your efforts are doubled when he lunges at you, not even towards you but right at you. Like, bullseyes motherfucker. The air in your lungs feel like its punched out, the force Taehyung exerts to hug you tight and he may be laughing but this hurts.

Of course, you try your best to put up with him. Arms coming around to steady him before you - thud - never mind.

He laughing in your ear when you land on the carpeted floors along with him. Despite the impact, it softens with his arms that act like a cushion. You don’t think too much about it, focusing on how you’re going to get this boy to his bedroom because apparently from the struggles of Jimin and Jungkook, Taehyung refuses to budge unless it was you. So now that you’re here, it’s like he’s grown roots to stay here forever (which you will leave him the way you found him if he continues).

The nasty side of you doesn’t have the chance to come out when you feel bad thinking if you really did leave him. So you try to push him up even though it’s impossible, a game lost right as it started. Calling his name again and again doesn’t seem to help and this boy better not be sleeping. With a squeeze you give him by his waist, he whines and his entire weight rests on you. Legs tangled as they stretch out and shadows intertwining past the moonlight, you can’t enjoy it even if you wanted to because - “Tae please get up, you’re hurting me,”

It elicits an instant reaction, borderline to the speed of light when he sits up at the mere thought of bringing you harm. Apologies fly out of his mouth, one after another, before he can finish the first he’s mumbling the next, then it’s to following you mindlessly when you get to stand on your feet. With his hands holding onto yours, you heave him up and only go so far to the sofa. You agree with your mind that it’s the best you could do when he’s getting comfortable, a little bit more when you adjust his head to the armrest and you know it’s only a matter of seconds before he knocks out completely.

But he refuses to let you go.

He’s hugging your arm to his chest, smiling sheepishly with sleep infusing his body. You find it amusing, sitting by his side because there’s enough space on the sofa and humoring him to let him have his way before he dozes off. However, when he starts mumbling a few words that you can’t seem to make up with your name in it, you’re ready to fight him because are you insulting me right now? After me trying to help your ungrateful ass?

When you lean in closer to get an answer, the chewed up syllables and slurred up words translates into a soft mantra of I like you. I like Y/N. I like… you, Y/N. In that second, your heart stops, along with the seconds after that but you can’t quite believe it so you - “C-Could you repeat that, Tae?”

Silence.

Heavy breathing.

Silence.

“T-Tae…?”

Silence… snoring.

Chuckling, from you.

“Goodnight, Tae.”

A smile, from him, in his sleep.

Goodnight, Y/N.

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2017 御坂紅富士 by Shinichiro Saka
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anonymous asked:

why you draw archie so fat? in cannon he has a fit muscular build and he is a guy who would care about his appearance so you should respect that and stop drawing archie like that

Is this forreal? Is this something a real person typed and decided to send????

Okay then

1) why you draw archie so fat? 

I should have stopped reading after this line. Why are you trying to policy the way others draw fanart of their faves when it’s not offensive in any way, for starters? Fat/overweight people are vastly underrepresented, and when they do exist in media, they’re used as comic reliefs. 

Is it really hurting you that I want to take one (1) character and re-imagine him as overweight while people around him still like him and consider him hot and he is also complex? If the answer is yes, please reconsider how you view fat people/fat representation.

2) in cannon he has a fit muscular build

In canon art he doesn’t have a nose or nostrils either, nor does practically everyone in the pokémon world. 

You can argue that’s a stylistic choice. fine. Then let me tell you about how drawing him with more chub is my stylistic choice because i like to represent many different body types and not stick to the same-ness build that many characters in this game are depicted with. I also draw maxie more skinny than how he look in offcial art, I also draw lillie taller and skinnier, too, but i don’t see you complaining about that.

Also….. fitness =/= how many muscles you can see on someone’s body??? Honestly it’s an old argument that has been disproved many times (to mind comes that one overwatch post dicussing zarya, but I can’t finid it so I’ll paraphrase the gist of it)

When people think of strong, fit people, usually the picture of bodybuilders with big shoulders-small waist and lean, defined muscles pop into mind. I’m talking about this body type:

when, 90% of the time, these people are bodybuilders with little to no practical/useable strength. They’re just for show. This, on the other hand:

is the body of someone who wrestles elder whale gods in their spare time. All these people are powerlifters/weightlifters. They don’t have a tiny waist or defined abs. They are thick, they have fat and muscles, they’re endomorph.

 The way I draw Archie is not that thick (after all, he is not a professional athlete but just a regular guy who works out), but he is in that zone. I try to consistently draw him with his good share of stomach fat (meaning little noticeable abs), thick thighs, and a broad waist. Is he fat? Maybe to your standards. It depends from person to person, and also depends to what extent “fat” is considered a slur/insult. Is he not in good shape? Hell no. 

3) and he is a guy who would care about his appearance

……..Implying that fat = doesn’t care about their appearance??? No. This is blatant fatphobia, and I won’t tolerate it because, well, I’m fat. I’m overweight, I have a big stomach, large tighs, arm flab…. and I’m so fed up with the idea that fat people need to be dolled up 24/7 or overperform feminity/masculinity (make-up, beards) for them to not be considered lazy or disgusting, specially when thin people wearing some old pyjama tee-shirt are worshipped as fashion deities to hell and back.

4) so you should respect that and stop drawing archie like that

He just gained a stomach roll and three new stretch marks after this comment :)

Now seriously, outright offering criticism to an artist without them asking to is, hm, how do you say it, rude as fuck. 

You don’t get to decide what I draw in my spare time, and how I draw it, since hey, I’m doing it for free as a hobby. 

I don’t have to cater to anyone else’s view but mine. I draw fanart for the fandom to see and to like/reblog if they want, and i do love the feedback and the positive comments, but ultimately, it’s me who I’m making happy by drawing my faves.

tldr; fuck off and don’t come into my inbox trying to impose your fatphobia on me and policy my art 

anonymous asked:

I don't know if this is related to the three Reclaimers but during one of the very few family meeting we are allowed to have here at the BoB, one Dragonborn I think is Carey's brother song the most terrible rap I ever heard. And the two guys who came with him made a fricking mess too. Are they Reclaimers' friends?? If yes I won't be surprised... ((also the poor Carey was facepalming during all the meeting))

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