there are other things we could talk about

anonymous asked:

Aww, Edgar, I wish I could just have you all to myself.

WOW!! Really… well… thanks. maybe we could talk about other things sometime.

(but what if Henry leaves bendy, I have to be there to get him to myself.)

Yeah maybe…

I’m going to delete this, but I met someone yesterday I think I’m interested in. A crush maybe. A proto-crush. A trial-period crush. Something like that. And this is another thing that feels insignificant were it not for its rarity.

It’s a friend of a friend, someone who I went to the MBMBAM show with last night. It’s probably nothing, but we just kind of hit it off. Maybe it’s got something to do with personal changes, but whenever I’d talk to her, it was just about that moment and that conversation. I wasn’t thinking about my personal issues or the litany of things wrong with me that would have to change before anyone could be interested in me. I just was.

She was funny and talkative and earnest, all qualities that really stand out to me lately. And was interested in talking to me. Me specifically! Like, there were plenty of other people around and she gravitated toward me. Maybe it’s just because it’s been a minute since I’ve gotten any attention like that, but it stuck out to me. And I kept thinking about her today, which hasn’t happened to me in years. This isn’t anything new and I’m sure it’s dull to read about, but it’s been a while for me and there’s something so puzzling about that.

I don’t think I should be dating, I guess, but it’s nice to at least want to.

anonymous asked:

The same person complaining about the pics probably reblogged other pics from a J A Brasil twitter act. Why complain now when pics of him were coming from other acts and being reblogged. There was no difference other than person going to multiple blogs to complain, including yours. It may have even been someone catfishing from another ship as far as I know.

It’s not a big deal if it’s not hacked/illegally obtained content.

We don’t have room to talk when we all follow rare photo accounts and discuss things people are wearing in candid photos. If we really wanted to, we could get into debates about copyrights being violated through the posting of semi-public photos, but that’s a slippery slope that would stifle the discourse that social media allows for.

MET SAYO YAMAMOTO & FUUKO NODA OF YURI ON ICE AT A PANEL YESTERDAY AND HERE’S SOME NEW (?) CANON TIDBITS/OTHER INFO THEY RELEASED
  • The Yuri on Ice movie has been confirmed. I REPEAT. IT IS CONFIRMED. IT IS REAL. THEY’RE IN THE MIDDLE OF MAKING IT.
  • Symbolism at the ending scenes of Yuri on Ice episode 1 VS Yuri on Ice episode 12: In the first ep, Yuuri is in total disbelief as he practically falls over while running to see Victor bathing in the onsen. We see that it’s Victor reaching out to him:
  • In episode 12 it’s the other way around. Yuuri is willingly running towards Victor. The producers did these scenes on purpose to emphasize how much their relationship had grown & developed over the course of the series.

ALSO CONFIRMED BY NODA & YAMAMOTO THEMSELVES: THE MORE “CUTE” (VERBATIM: “KAWAII”), RELAXED, AND WARMER SIDE OF VICTOR IS SOMETHING ONLY YUURI KATSUKI AND YUURI KATSUKI ALONE GETS TO SEE.

  • CAN. YOU. HEAR. MY. HEARTBEAT. BECAUSE. I. AM. FUCKGN.
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  • Sayo Yamomoto, including male producers of YoI, practiced and did poses by themselves in their own homes/bathrooms in front of mirrors to try and see which would be the sexiest poses for Victor in the onsen scene.
  • CONFIRMED: Yuuri Katsuki is currently practicing in St. Petersburg with Victor Nikiforov. I would assume they live together but that’s just me but cmon guys who the hell are we kidding come ON  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
  • ALSO CONFIRMED: They totally would’ve shown the kiss in ep 7 (and probably even Victor’s dingdong lmao) if it weren’t for Japanese censorship rules.

We weren’t allowed to take photos of Fuuko Noda & Yamamoto (I think this is a standard thing across all cons with the producers attending), but here is proof that this was an actual thing and that I was there:

note the date!!! 9/30/2017.

OTHER THINGS FROM THE CON THAT IM STILL NOT DONE SCREAMING ABOUT:

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something is coming... (out)

So guys, I just want to share my take on the interview below. I’m intrigued by the whole thing. Here goes:

The interviewer asks Camila about changing the album title, and she replies with the following:

“I’m not ready to talk about why yet, but I will. I just always want my fans to be the first to know about those kind of things. So I’m gonna write like a letter, and stuff. But it’s complicated, but it’s gonna be great”

My mind went straight to Camila’s Facebook live, where she’s asked for her advice in regards to an LGBT relationship where the other half isn’t ready “to come out”.  This whole snippet is full of hints, and it all sounds very personal to Camila. One would say she’s speaking from experience. However, what caught my attention was: “I think that she’ll be ready to do that, when she’s ready to do that”

(12:40-13:50)

Connecting the dots back to the Interview with Energy, the last time fans got a ‘letter’ was to announce her departure from the group. Now correct me if i’m wrong, but that was a pretty huge deal right? So Camila isn’t going to start writing letters, if there isn’t anything important she didn’t want to address. During the interview, the guy implied to C if she was at ‘The Loving’ stage of her album. Here are her replies:

“So desperate for love, and you know, be with somebody

“I thought that being with somebody could make me happy”

“I always have a crush on somebody

“Man, I wish that I could be with somebody

“If it’s meant to be with somebody, it will happen”

These neutral pronouns in what seems like every single interview, are starting to formulate something. It happened in the Capital FM interview the other week, and it’s happening again. I’m not sure wether this is intentional on her behalf, but something is happening.

In summary:

  • What is that important, it needs addressing in a letter?
  • What (other than sexuality) could be something she isn’t ready to talk about yet?
  • What is so complex, it needs to be explained to fans?
  • What exactly are “those kinds of things”?
  • Why has the album been pushed back to January in the first place?

I think something is going to come out very soon. All we can do as fans, is show C plenty of love and support, regardless of what’s to come. Until she shares the letter, all we can do is speculate. 

And as my lovely Nana Pat would say, “everything comes out in the wash

Enjoy x

BTS replaced you. - pt.3

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“Ah… they did? What did they say?” Hongseok passes my phone to me as I read the messages I haven’t opened for the last few hours. Seeing them still hurt because it still feels insincere, as if I was alone in this friendship. 

“Are you going to reply?” Hongseok asked while taking one of my hand in his from under the blanket. It was barely even 6am and I wasn’t down for the drama just yet. 

“Not yet, let’s have cake.” I say smiling, and dragging him with me over to the kitchen still with my phone in one hand.

I took the cake out from the fridge and set it on the table between Hongseok and I. He placed a candle in the centre and lit it, turning the light off before he took his seat. The room was dark and the winter sun hasn’t yet risen and so all that was left to light up the room was the moonlight seeping through the gaps of the blinds and the orange candlelight. A few seconds after, the room was filled with his voice - he sang happy birthday and I couldn’t help but wear a smile on my face. His voice was pretty and I honestly couldn’t thank him enough for doing all this for me. When the short song came to an end we both clapped, I clapped to applaud his singing and he clapped to applaud me fo coming to life twenty-one years ago.

“Make a wish Y/N.” 

“Wishes don’t come true Hongseok.” 

“I’ll make sure this one does, as long as it’s realistic and I can afford it.” He laughed as I smiled. 

“There’s nothing I want.” 

“But there is, I can tell.”

“I just want a shoulder to lean on and not be a burden to people.” 

“Done!” I laughed at his enthusiasm.

“I’ll always be your shoulder to lean on, and you’re never going to be a burden to me.”

“It makes me feel as though I’m replacing them because that’s exactly what they said to me five years ago.” 

“I’m not asking to take their place silly, but just know that I’m always going to be here for you.” He grabbed my hand again from across the table and rubbed his thumb on the back of my hand. I wanted to cry in this moment because I was so grateful of him and his words. 

“I don’t deserve someone like you in my life.” 

“Idiot, I told you this already. You deserve more and better but you’re stuck with me now.” 

“I like the sound of that though.” We both laughed and enjoyed one another’s company. Until my phone dinged, showing a notification from the group chat. I un-muted the conversation but didn’t think they’d be up to say anything.

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eating was weird because i knew i had to be a “good girl” about it, i knew i had to not obsess, but obsession was expected from me by society. i would buy the food i wasn’t obsessed with only to check out in an aisle where magazines boasted women folded over themselves, thin and glossy, even beautiful in a pout, bold letters underneath promising new ways to obsess about food. i didn’t really care about being thin, but i knew i should care, but i didn’t care if other people were big, but i felt uncontrolled when i felt big, i felt swollen or greasy or gross, or all of the above. i loved when i could forget about it, but i often couldn’t, feeling like other people ate less, that they judged me for eating more - even though i never judged anyone for what they ate or how often. it was a fine line. we could joke about diets and calories and complain about how wide we were - but if you talked about it too much, threw away too many lunches, didn’t smile fast enough, you were crazy. and it became this odd hole, where i’d eat to fix things, but eating made me feel guilty. i couldn’t do it normally. three meals was too many, then not enough. one meal would have thousands of calories one day, the next i would spread out celery sticks for all three. i just wanted to be normal. something about eating took that from me.

Treat me like your personal dog watcher? You can find another place to stay.

Sorry, this might be kinda long. TL;DR at the end.

My sister came home to visit this weekend. She went to college in a town two hours away and liked it so much she stayed there after graduating, but she still comes home to visit sometimes. She always brings her dog, but she has to stay in a kennel in my room because our house is very small and my room is the only place to put the kennel, but she can’t roam the house because we have three cats that are terrified of her whenever she’s here.

This morning I wake up to the dog barking and whining and realize my sister isn’t in the room. I check on the dog and see that my sister gave her a stuffed dinosaur that the cats like to play with, and she’s ripped it to shreds, stuffing everywhere. My sister is in the bathroom, so I knock on the door and tell my her she needs to clean it up if she doesn’t want her dog to eat it like she has before (and that resulted in a $1600 vet bill my dad had to pay for) and I go back to sleep.

I wake up a couple hours later to more barking and whining. My sister’s car is gone, and the dinosaur is still all over the kennel. I pick it up because I don’t want her to get another bowel obstruction, and call my sister to find out where she went, as I suspected that she had gone off with her friends, but she says she’s just getting gas and will be home in 15 minutes. She says don’t worry about taking the dog out to go potty, because she did that before she left and the dog should be good for a while.

An hour later my sister is still gone, and the dog is whining and scratching on her kennel floor. I don’t want to clean up a mess in my room, so I take her outside. When I come back in, my mom says she called my sister, who said she’s with her friends a few towns away. Exactly as I thought! Mom said my sister’s excuse was that she couldn’t ask me to watch the dog because I was sleeping, so just left, but that she’d pay me when she got home. This isn’t the first time my sister has done this, and it’s gotten old real fast. It would be one thing if her dog respected me and listened to me, but I’m not her master (mistress? Let’s just say owner). The dog doesn’t listen to any commands I give her, and frequently tries to pull me across the street to visit the dogs over there. It’s a hassle every time I have to take her out. Did I mention my sister lives with her boyfriend who is part owner of the dog, and she could leave her with him when she comes to town.

Now comes the revenge. My mom and I had a long talk about my sister and her total lack of respect for us and our house. (She comes home saying she wants to spend time with the family but then we don’t ever see her.) My mom decides she’s had enough. Do we bring the cats when we come to her town, and leave them for her to take care of while we do other things? No. Do we come stay with her and leave a mess? No. We never stay the night with her ever, because we respect her space, or lack thereof. We aren’t running a hotel or a kennel service. It’s not my dog, it’s not my responsibility to look after her. It’s not my job to make her bed to be ready when she gets here, just because that bed is in my room. It’s not our job to gather the things she leaves behind when she goes back home to her town, and bring them to her. I suggested an intervention but my mom had other ideas. As of now, my sister isn’t allowed to come home anymore. If she comes to town, she has to find someplace else to stay and someone else to watch her dog. If she wants to do something with us, we’ll make arrangements. Otherwise she has to stay somewhere else, or we will come see her in her town when we have a reason.

TL;DR: my sister is an inconsiderate jerk and my parents and I are sick of it, so she’s not allowed to come home anymore and has to stay somewhere else when she’s in town.

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anonymous asked:

Hey man, love your theories and analyses! Can I ask you, and sorry if you've already talked about this, what differences do you see between the Shiro Keith interactions and the Holt siblings interactions? I'm interested because you mention how intentionally (?) different they are. Thank you!

 Ok, sure! Let’s go through this:

  • There’s a huge maturity gap between Pidge and Matt that we see right away. Pidge is very easily excited and eager to show everything off to Matt, and people joke that she’s trying to show off in front of her big brother. With Shiro and Keith, it’s clear they’re on the same level. They’re both paladins and leaders. Keith never acts like a younger sibling the way Pidge does in front of Matt. Because he’s not
  • Going off the clear distinction between these two dynamics, its important to look at the difference between Matt inspiring Pidge and Shiro training Keith. Matt does his best to lead by example–because he’s the older sibling, so he has to be a good role model for his little sister. Understandable. However, that’s not what happens when Shiro decides to train Keith as his successor. He doesn’t say This is how I became the Black Paladin, and if you work hard like me, you can reach my level. No. Instead, he tells Keith that he already has that potential and argues that he could take up Shiro’s mantle alone and be a great leader. Shiro’s not trying to set an example for Keith. He already sees that greatness in him and just wants Keith to realize it. Furthermore–when Matt tells Pidge to study hard, she immediately does. When Shiro tries explaining what Keith has to do to prepare being a leader, he outright cuts him off and refuses to acknowledge it 
  • Pidge and Matt do this back and forth, good-natured teasing thing a lot. Matt will claim he’s so cool and Pidge well be like, Uh, not really. Siblings  tease each other all the time, so it’s expected that they like to push each other’s buttons every now and again. But we never see this kind of behavior from Keith and Shiro. 
  • Matt and Pidge also often seem like they’re speaking their own other language, they have little nicknames, pet peeves, inside jokes, secret code, and can go on and on like they’re right back at home and nothing’s changed. It’s what you’d expect from people who grew up together 
  • With Keith and Shiro, it’s never so simple. They don’t have dorky nicknames or secret pass codes or look at one another and just go “stop that, you’re annoying me.” Their interactions are never so carefree and familiar. There’s a noticeable gravity and distance there, a sense that–while they’re closer to one another than anyone else, both are still holding back and tiptoeing around this…whatever it is they have. That’s not how characters with a brotherly, platonic relationship behave 
  • Going back to Matt and Pidge, their seamless familiarity does come with this notion they’re always on the same wavelength. To the point where Hunk groans and goes, “Oh yeah, you guys are definitely related.” Again, Shiro and Keith don’t have that kind of dynamic. Not at all. None of the paladins ever comment on them being like brothers or way too similar–let alone annoyingly so
  • There’s also the fact that there’s a level of intimacy you see between Shiro and Keith that is not at all like the familial love you see expressed through the Holts. Literally any of Shiro’s or Keith’ Longing Gazes would look immediately out of place if you tried to argue their dynamic was purely brotherly. Like, compare Matt being proud of Pidge and Shiro’s face when Keith tells him he’s going to make it. There’s a clear difference
  • Speaking of intimacy, let’s look at the first hug we see for sheith turns out and the way the first hug between Pidge and Matt goes. Again, one is framed and presented as distinctly romantic and intimately private, while the other is clearly familial:
  • And I’ve talked about this a lot before, so I won’t waste more time going into it here, but–the way Pidge reacts to losing Matt is distinctly different to how Keith grieves Shiro. The way Keith continually carries a torch for Shiro while everyone else tells him Shiro would want him to move on–it’s very characteristic of someone mourning a lost lover. No one tells Pidge Matt would want her to just give up and get going. Keith’s grief-stricken outbursts about how no one else cares about Shiro the way he does also supports this. Pidge isn’t in a position where she feels like she has to justify why her loss is so deeply personal the way Keith does, everyone just gets it. But Keith going out of his way to do so–and spiting everyone else in the process–sounds like a character who’s lost their lover. 
  • There’s also this sense of desire and desperation about Keith’s feelings for Shiro that are nowhere present with Matt and Pidge. Keith’s constant fear of losing Shiro and desperation to be with him are far more characteristic of unrequited love
  • We’ve gotten snippets of Pidge’s backstory since the beginning, but with Shiro and Keith, the writers are always holding back. As if there’s something more to their dynamic they’re trying to keep very secretive about. And given all the parallels between sheith and zaggar already, I wouldn’t be surprised if we got a prekerberos flashback about Keith falling for Shiro and mourning his disappearance 
  • I could go on and on about other things–about all the parallels between sheith and zaggar as opposed to Matt and Pidge, about how plenty of people on the staff have supported sheith in a romantic context and therefore can interpret it that way, about how Keith and Shiro’s intro felt like the way to introduce two love interests–but I’ve talked enough already, so yeah. Long post short–they’re two completely different character dynamics, and when people claim sheith can only be platonic or brotherly, it’s always really confused me. I just can’t see it. Especially when compared to two characters who are siblings 

anonymous asked:

My favorite thing is when I'm talking to a butch girl (or any girl for that matter) and I say "fight me" jokingly and she's like " I could kick your ass lmao" and I'm internally like YES PLEASE DO HOLY SHIT IT WOULD BE AN HONOR

this has been sitting in my inbox for a while because while i’m 100% sure it wasn’t meant maliciously, it’s about a kind of thought process that bothers me personally and other butches i know have agreed with me

please don’t associate butches with violence just because we’re masculine. first and foremost, butches are protectors. yeah maybe we can beat up a man but the idea of hurting a women is antithetical to the entire concept of butchness. i’m used to cishets assuming i’m aggressive and violent because of how i look, but getting that same treatment from wlw, even those who mean to be complimentary, is really upsetting

this whole thing goes double for trans butches and butches of color because they’re assumed to be aggressive and violent both because of their transness or race and because of their gender nonconformity

Home Alone -- Billy Hargrove

Requested: “Can I have a smutty billy one? Like you open the door in your robe maybe like Mrs. Wheeler did but you’re his age😂 and he just can’t handle it. If it could be super smutty with like choking that would be good. Thank you ❤️” “I need me some rough billy smut man, just some pure fucking.” “hey, was wondering if you could do a really smutty imagine w/ billy x female reader. Maybe he pursues her for a while but she keeps teasing him and he’s not used to because he usually charming girls in an instant, in the end she reciprocates and maybe really passionate rough smut? Thanks!”

Warnings: Smut (16+). Rough sex. Unprotected sex.

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: With your house empty, and your mind trained on Billy, you call him and tell him to come over.

Words: 1524

Listen to: Sexual by NEIKED and I’m So Sorry by Imagine Dragons

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Ever since the Shiro/Keith clip came out I’ve been seeing more and more posts about how “the real Shiro would never treat or talk to Keith like that!!” and I Am Tired Of It. 

Did y’all suddenly forget how Shiro reached out to comfort Keith and told him he was proud of him in S3E6?

Did y’all suddenly forget that Keith himself has closed off to Shiro before?

Did y’all suddenly forget that Shiro has, in fact, acted like this before? You know, closing off and changing the subject when he thinks Keith is being stubborn?

It’s like y’all forget how Shiro said he supported Keith’s decision to train with the BOM (I would have been worried if he had outright refused to let Keith do it), just not at the expense of the team. You know, the team Shiro is not the leader of right now? Clone or not, Shiro has legitimate reasons to be upset in that scene. He was captured by the galra again, came back to a team that was functioning well without him, lost his lion and is trying to adapt to all of this. Josh said it a few times on saturday: Shiro believes in Keith and wants this for him. He’d go back to being the black paladin/leader in a heartbeart if he could but he can’t and he’s willing to accept that. But Keith isn’t, because he loves Shiro and knows how much his former position meant to him and it probably feels like he’s undeservingly taking that away from him. It’s kind of frustrating because basically they appreciate and believe in each other so much they both want the other to have this.

Operation Kuron is shady af and yes, he could be a clone for all we know. But the thing is, y’all talk about how much you wanna see Keith and Shiro’s relationship struggle, but as soon as Shiro starts acting like he might not be okay with how things are going he must definitely be a clone? Right.

I don’t know when I crossed from being an Outlander fan to a shipper. Don’t get me wrong, I’m both, but I’m identified as a shipper in this fandom. I can’t pinpoint when or where it happened; all I know is at some point I crossed some threshold and I’ve never been able to turn back.

One of the things that bothers me as a shipper is when people call us crazy. I’ve taken a couple of strolls around Datalounge and I’ve seen that word used: crazy shippers. Friends send me tweets from other Outlander fans or sometimes people in other fandoms about the Outlander shipper rabbit hole. I’m always offended by this; the people who think Sam is gay and bearding think WE are crazy?

But then I take a step back and realize that to someone who isn’t on the shipper side of the fandom - the nitty gritty shipper side - we DO seem ridiculous. They don’t follow tweets and likes and follows and locations and REAL locations and fan sightings and…the list goes on. They don’t deal in the day to day, they deal in the general picture of things.

I deal in narratives. When you piece together all the things we get to see that happen, they start to paint a picture. Of course, that picture, that narrative, is open to interpretation. For instance, people think shippers are crazy because some think Sam and Cait got married in secret. Of course that sounds insane, but when you look at what happened around that time - the weekend their friends were in London together, Luke saying Sam would disown him if he commented on hosting a bachelor party for him, the matching pictures of land posted at the same time on Instagram with a heart emoji comment by one of Cait’s besties, late night celebratory macaroons, and two gold bands on Cait’s hands in a Christmas video, one clearly being a man’s ring, doesn’t it become less “crazy”? Improbable, maybe, but crazy? No. Because piece it together and you have a narrative.

Or take the holidays around that time. Sam went off to Thailand, Cait went off to Costa Rica with her friends. There was a missed flight from both of them, which meant they both missed the PCAs were they were expected, except the only missed flights were out of CR. A figure on a boat that seems to have Sam’s broad shoulders and man bun sitting next to a leggy brunette. Super flirty, happy interviews together, a journalist saying she’s going to use a pin to keep them together, and then BAM, a crushing interview with powerful people in the room. Again, paints a narrative.

Or the time Sam cancelled a con because he had a work commitment. The man works himself to the bone: Outlander, MPC, Barbour, charities. Seems reasonable. Cait was off on a vacation at the same time. Only Sam wasn’t filming Outlander when he cancelled this con, he never showed up to the gym leading to being called out on instagram by his friend, he and Cait kept showing up online at the same time, and then he posted a weird stock photo of Edinburgh that Cait liked so fast Instagram couldn’t even refresh. Maybe all coincidences. Or maybe it’s a narrative.

There was a weekend last fall that Sam had another con in London. He and WCC followed each other on Twitter that weekend. Then WCC followed me, Jess and Julia at the same time. They started liking a LOT of blatantly shippery tweets and Instagram photos. Cait opened up their WIWY campaign and Sam finished it. Later, of course, she auctioned off her dress, Sam got the ball rolling on that and then personally thanked the winner. Interesting.

We could even talk BAFTAs last year. Terry was so excited to go, fans were so excited because both Sam and Cait were nominated. We expected great things. Then an anon pops in and says seating arrangements were changed last minute and Sam wasn’t happy about it. No Terry. But adjacents and one miserable looking Scot at the table the whole night. The first acting win for an actress who always keeps her cool but became misty eyed and flustered talking about her partner everyday on stage. A small part of a bigger narrative at play.

I could also talk about Golden Globes 2017 week, Cait’s birthday, the story that’s been spun for a year and a half now that has crater sized troll holes in it to those who are actually looking and watching. We could talk about all the many, MANY shipper tweets that have been liked, the shipper pics liked by their friends, the same online times when they’re time zones apart, the countless pictures where it looks like one of them are in the background. There are so many maybes. So many coincidences. As a fabulous friend said to me the other day, all of these coincidences are a pattern.

My point isn’t to try and prove anything here because it’s pointless. We all have our own sides and beliefs and nothing will change that. But when you sit back and look at the small intricacies of what has gone on for four years now (!), is it fair to call a group of fans crazy because they’ve strung words and images and actions together and see a painted picture? Of course we are responsible for choosing to still ship, those who still believe choose to do so, but can we acknowledge how most of us got here? We didn’t pull any of this out of thin air.

Maybe we are wrong. We’ve been told enough that we are. But maybe, just maybe, we aren’t. I think the fact that there is constantly a push and pull is why so many shippers stick around to discuss and speculate. Nothing is simple here. It’s a giant puzzle with so many pieces. It’s a bigger mystery than any plot on the show. And something about it isn’t right, which is part of the reason I stick around. That may make me a masochist, but not crazy.

Can someone explain me why fandoms became such a cringy thing to be a part of?

I was a part of several fandoms and it made me feel like I had a huge friend group even tho I hadn’t talked to these people, knowing I could just strike up a convo about the thing we both loved made me feel awesome and really helped with my social anxiety.

And then out of nowhere, just mentioning the world “fandom” got you a mass of entitled people going “oh you’re gonna be so embarrassed about this in a few years!” and “lol do you even have a life outside tv-shows?”

What the fuck. What was so bad about liking something and talking about it together with other people? Why did these people feel the need to shoot us down and belittle us and make us feel like losers?

It’s been several years. And thankfully, I’ve gained enough confidence to say this: fuck you, I loved my fandoms, and they were the best thing to happen to teenager me.

So if someone wants to fangirl over Stranger Things, or the new IT movie, or just generally tell me their favourite shows or bands they’re passionate about, fucking hit me up. I’m a fandom trash until my body decays in the gutter. Yall wanna cringe at me, feel free. I’m over worrying about people on the internet not finding me cool.

anonymous asked:

If your reactions are open, could you do one for BTS seeing you walk funny from what they did to you the night before 😈? If not... sorry for asking and please ignore.

Taehyung:

Taehyung would be gloating about the fact that you were limping out of his room to go get breakfast. The other members would question him and he would shrug it off, getting excited just thinking about what happened the night before. “Hmm? Y/N? Oh.. She just a little stiff she will be alright.”

Jungkook:

Jungkook would be a cocky boy. He would see you struggling to walk around the house, the many rounds you both went last night having affected your body, but in front of the others he would play it off like nothing happened. “Y/N you look a little stiff.. Need any help?”

Jimin:

He would be talking to Taehyung as you came to sit by him, pulling you close he would soon become flustered but proud when Taehyung confronts him about the previous night. “You could hear us? Ah.. I’m sorry we will do better next time, right Y/n?”

Namjoon:

He would be cocky as well but also caring. Seeing you struggle to get around he would try to sit you down and get the things you needed. He would pull you in his lap and massage on your waist also softly whispering to you and reminding you that it was part way your fault. “I told you not to tease me so much.. And you did anyway..”

Seokjin:

Jin would feel bad immediately. Seeing you limp around and have trouble getting from one place to another he would be frantic to take the load off you laming himself as he scolded both you and him. “I knew I shouldn’t have let you talk me into it. But I gave in and now i need to make you feel better.”

Hoseok:

Hoseok would watch you, a smirk playing on his lips as he remembered how you begged and cried for him. He would do all that he could to help but not without trying to rile you up more. “You know you’re going to keep being sore unless you let me work out that pain.”

Yoongi:

He would be so smug. Watching your every motion until you finally snapped and asked him what he was staring at. “Don’t be that way doll we both asked for it.” He would taunt making sure you never forgot that. 

Cream & Sugar

Series: Mr. Holland

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Mr. Holland gets to know the reader and her little sister

Warnings: Swearing as always, fluff, triggering if you don’t like people in the hospital

Word Count:3,300+

A/N: I’m building the story so please wait for the smut to happen.


[Reader’s POV]


“Why are you so dressed up today? You’re wearing your look at my ass skirt” Louis smirks before taking a sip of the coffee you made him. You swear his smirk reminded you of the cheshire cat.


“Well Louis I actually have a job now” flipping him off as you slip on your heels. His eyes grow wide as he walks around the kitchen counter.


“A job now? do tell” he sits himself wiggling in the seat getting comfy. Picking up your purse off the dining room table you look inside. Your eyes double checking you had everything you needed. You were up at six this morning to get ready so you can be there by seven.


“I’m a secretary at Holland Industries an-”


“The Holland Industries? the one that’s helping the hospital your sis is at?” He brushes his hair back that fell in front of his face.


“Yes Louis but before you interrupted I was going to say my boss is Mr. Holland himself.. I got to be his secretary!” you do a little dance out of excitement, you really needed this job.


“Is he even more attractive in person? I heard someones hand bled after slapping him cause they hit his jawline! Di-“


“Louis calm your whore-mones okay? I have to go to work.. I’ll see you later for lunch?”


“Text me what sushi you want babe, It’s time to celebrate” getting up he gives you a big hug. Waving good bye you take your keys out of the bowl by the door. Closing the door behind you and locking it. You make your way down the hallway towards the rest of your day.


-


   Walking into the building you click the power button of your phone. It illuminates showing the time and smiling that you made it an hour early like you wanted to. You had your box of things for your office resting against your hip as you walked. Being early was a good chance for you to personalize your office as well. You didn’t want it to be just an office you wanted it to be a home from homs. In a way you’re like Penelope Garcia from Criminal Minds with little trinkets you would decorate your desk with.


    Poking the button the elevator door dings open. Walking inside the elevator you see another person walking in right after you. Her hair reminded you of how Arianna Grande wears her ponytails. She pushes her glasses up her nose giving you a small smile.


“What floor?” you ask her pointing at all the buttons. She holds up the number with her hands and then points to her ear shaking her head no.


‘I’m on the same floor’ you sign to her with one hand before pressing the button. Looking back at her she introduces herself and showing you her name sign. Thank god you were trilingual and Sign Language was one of the languages you knew.


‘I feel so alone here, it’s nice someone here knows my language’ she confesses as the two of you walked down the hall. Unlocking your door she walks in with you helping you set your stuff up. She offered to help you since you’re new and she wanted to chat.


‘Is he as mean as they say he is?’


‘you mean Mr. Holland?’ you raise your brows in a question earning a nod from her. Marie sets your organizer down next your iMac.


‘From what people have written to me they say he never keeps a secretary more than a week” she pushes her glasses back up. Glancing down at her watch that lit up she excuses herself saying she needs to go. Waving goodbye she leaves the room, her ponytail bouncing a bit.


    Looking over at the clock you mentally think you should make his tea now. Setting your phone on your desk you walk to the break room. Your heels clicked against the marble flooring as you walked. The lighting wasn’t bright but tolerable because you hated bright lights. Seeing a sign you see in white lettering say “Break Room.”


   Pushing the door open you see a couple of people in there. Smiling you head inside and walk over to a cabinet full of white mugs. There was a small kitchen in here which was nice. There were couches and a table for people to eat at. Thinking more about it there are people that probably stay here overnight to work. Pressing the button down on the electric kettle you patiently wait for it to heat the water. Pulling out two mugs you set them aside. Picking out of the options you pick your tea bag and grab one for Mr. Holland.


   Tearing the package open you set each tea bag into the mugs. Once the water is heated you fill up both of the cups. Grasping the string you circle the bag inside the mug letting the tea disperse in the water. Repeated that to your mug you then locate the sugar and two spoons. Opening the fridge you sea some milk and pull it off the shelf.


   When you’re done you pick up the mugs off the counter. A man waits for you holding the door open. Thanking him you make your way back to your office. Turning the handle down with your elbow you push the door open with your hip. Setting your mug down on your glass coaster. Knocking on your door that connected to his office you wait for a response.


“Come in” His voice sounds through the door making your heart beat a little faster. Grasping the handle you turn it and walk into his office. His head turns looking in your direction. Walking over you see his eyes scan down your body and back up.


“Here’s your tea Mr. Holland” you smile setting a coaster down on his desk. The mug making a small clinking sound as you set it down.


“Did yo-“


“Little cream and sugar, I hope you like it” the nerves inside you were building up. Maybe there would be a new record and he would fire me for not liking the tea I made. What Marie told you earlier made you scared as fuck.


   He lifts the mug up sniffing it smiling a bit. Noted he doesn’t mind that you chose an Earl Grey  tea. Bringing the mug to his lips he takes a sip of it. Raising your hands to your chest you hold your hands together. Silently praying he liked it. He looks over at you chuckling showing his adorable smile.


“You can relax love, I really like the tea.. thank you I really needed that this morning” His smile prominent as he looked up at you.


“Y-You’re welcome Mr. Holland… is there anything else I can do for you?” tilting your head slightly to the side bringing your clasped hands down in front of you. Rubbing his jaw he takes a cursory glance at your skirt then back up to you.


“I don’t have anything till nine.. will you bring your tea in here and join me? I don’t want your tea to get cold” He loosens his tie a bit relaxing in his chair. Halting before you do anything, is this a test.


“No this isn’t a test, go grab your tea I’d love the company this morning” Mr. Holland chuckles at your reaction. Shit you actually said that out loud? Walking to your office you grab your tea and cellphone then head back taking a seat across from him.


“So what did you want to talk about Mr. Holland?” you ask crossing your leg over your knee. Your skirt rising a bit naturally.


“I.. wanted to talk about you communicating with one of my Deaf employees” his eyes glued to your legs made the blood rush to your cheeks.


“She’s a lovely woman Mr. Holland, I had a lovely chat with her while setting up my office” smiling at one of the stories she told you. Marie is quite a funny girl.


“How do you know the language, I read in you’re trilingual?” sipping his coffee he looks at you waiting for an answer.


“I learned Spanish when I studied abroad but I know Sign Language cause I’m a CODA” you explain taking another sip of your tea before setting it down.


“If you don’t mind me asking what’s a CODA?”


“Oh a CODA is a child or children of Deaf adults, my parents and sister are Deaf, my older brother and I are hearing” shifting nervously in your seat from the stare he had on your body.


“No wonder you looked like a natural, I’m glad you’re here then so she can feel more comfortable.. the last Deaf employee I had got transferred to the states since they moved there.. I had them work for Jacobs building in the states while Harrison and I take care of things across the pond” you notice how his smile lights up when he talked about The Holy Trinity Foundation.


“I talked to my sister the other day, she told me to say thank you for hiring me but also thank you for the help because now the hospital is getting better too..” Looking down at your hands you smile remembering how happy she was. You sat with her while she got chemo treatment to hold her hand through it. She hated being alone when she got treatment. Both of our parents were working extra so we could pay for her treatment.


“Love are you alright? your smiles gone..” Mr. Holland’s finger tilts your chin up making you look at him. He was standing in front of you leaning against his desk. God you’re an emotional wreck sometimes and can’ t control it.


“I’m sorry, I think it’s just best I don’t talk about her” you stand up walking past him to your office. Your body is stopped by a hand grabbing onto your wrist. Mr. Holland pulls you back to him making your body almost collide into his.


“Please tell me about her, is there something I can do?”


“I don’t need your pity Mr. Holl-“


“Tom.. please call me Tom” looking up at him you let out a defeated sigh. The look in his eyes reminded of you of a puppy.. you love puppies.


“Okay.. Tom, my sister is going through expensive treatment and it’s hard seeing her go through it.. her smile is disappearing slowly the longer she stays in there.. funny thing is she loves all of your Spider-Man movies you made in the past” His hand feeling warm and soothing around your wrist. Tom’s thumb rubbed slowly up and down your wrist.


“I have an idea of something to bring a smile to her face.. let me make a call” letting go of your wrist he pulls out his phone. A minute goes by of him talking to someone on the phone. Tom hangs up his phone putting it back in his pocket.


    Grabbing your hand he pulls you out of his office. You ask him what’s going on but he tells you to trust him. Complying you follow him then realize he’s holding your hand. Looking around you see some people whispering as he pulls you towards the elevator. Looking back down at your hands, yes this definitely doesn’t look right.


    Taking your hand out of his grasp once inside the elevator you keep your eyes locked to the floor. You held the Tom Hollands hand. The thought made your cheeks flush and heart flutter. Tom tilts your chin up gliding his thumb against your jaw. It felt like sparks flew underneath his touch.


“Alright lets go” he lets go of your chin walking out of the elevator.


-


“What’s her room number?” Tom asks as the two of you walk down the hallway. Your heels clicking in the quiet hallway of the hospital.


“396” you say pointing towards the child wing of the hospital. The hallway went from boring to fun as it connected to that part of the hospital.


“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes okay? Harrison is bringing me something” Tom smiles at you before you walk through the doors. Looking down you see the colored tiles and Alice in Wonderland themed decorations hanging. Every three months they change the theme in here.


    One of the nurses who knows you tells you she just got settled into her room. Apparently your sister was in the playroom for most of the day due to the new toys they put in there. Sliding the door open you see your sister laying in her bed. She had a one of your knit beanies on her head. A tube sticking into her nose that connected to a bag.  Your heart hurting at the sight.


    Flickering the light on and off you get her attention once you peep your head past the curtain. Her eyes looking up meeting yours, a smile immediately appearing on her face. She winces when she tries to get up. Signing to her you tell her to stay and not move. Pouting she sits back down and crosses her arms.


‘Jaelynn don’t cross your arms’ she huffs out signing fine exaggeratedly. Her little hands flying as she signed quickly to you. She told you how she wants you here instead of her interpreter. The woman dressed in black shifts awkwardly in her seat.


“I’m sorry, uhh I’ll be here for about an hour? why don’t you take a break and go grab something to eat, I’m sure you need a small break before Neil comes in”


“Thank you, I’ll be back within the hour, see you later Jaelynn” Claudia signs and talks at the same time waving to Jaelynn. She waves quickly then putting her hands in her lap.


‘I know this treatment makes you cranky but you need to be nice to Claudia, she comes here to help you’ your facial expressions stern as you sign to her. Emphasizing on being nice to Claudia and pointing to her name sign she made for Claudia.


‘I’m sorry, I don’t want to be here” her little brows furrow together as she pouts. Reaching over you pinch her nose making her giggle. Her face not being scrunched up in a pout.


“Jaelynn we have a surprise for you..” Turning to the side you see Harrison holding a camera. Jaelynn asks what’s going on and you sign you don’t know. Fingerspelling Harrison’s name you tell her that’s who’s behind the camera. Harrison walks by then aiming the camera at the curtain.


   All of a sudden Spider-Man does a flip landing landing in the empty spot next to Harrison. A smile on Harrison’s face as he captured Jaelynn’s reaction. Her little mouth formed an O as she saw Spider-Man stand up. Her little hands signing as you watched.


“Wow! it’s Spider-Man!! he’s here look look” you voice for her smiling over at the masked hero. He reaches up pulling his mask off. Tom shakes his head making his curls fall back in place. Your eyes going down his suited body that clung to his muscles.


“I’m Spider-Man but you may know me as Peter Parker right?” His Queens accent sounding so natural, your hands moving along as he talked. Her eyes watching you then she signs back to you with a smile.


“Of course who doesn’t know about Spider-Man!” you voice excitedly loving the smile that was on her face. Her little hands acting like she was shooting webs.


“How bout we make a Spider-Man pact yeah?” you sign raising your eyebrows at her so she knows it’s a question. She tilts her head before signing  quickly to you.


“Spider-Man pact? I’m a sick kid” your smile dropping after what you just interpreted. Tom sits on the side of her bed. Her hands reaching for his web shooters. She points to his web shooters and starts signing to you.


“You’re Spider-Man, you have web shooters that catch the bad people” Tom laughs at her excitement of his suit from the movies. Jae holds his hand looking at it closely tracing her fingers over the black detailing.


“Of course you are! your powers are fighting against the medicine you have..I talked to Mr. Stark and he wants to pay for your treatment so that you can get the best care” you were shocked at how natural he sounded with his Queens accent. She looks at you watching your hands as you interpreted what he was telling her. Noticing her eyes shining and a smile on her face. It was beaming which brought tears to your eyes.


“So you know the hand shape I make is actually the same shape as I Love You in ASL right?” Her eyes look at her hand and mouth opens in shock. Nodding her head at Tom she raises her hand saying I love you.


“What does that mean?” you ask for her as she looks at Tom who sets his mask down on the bed. Her face held confusion as she looks at you waiting for you to interpret.


“It means that we can make our superhero bond.. I’ll show you”


   He takes her little hand forming it into the I Love You sign making sure her palm is facing down and he places that onto of his hand in that shape. He points with his left hand showing how the signs point to each other. She signs with her free hand letting out a little laugh.


“Spider-Man what do you mean by that!” you say looking over at Tom who was smiling down at Jaelynn.


“It means that there is love everywhere and love beats anything.. That’s why Spider-Man is so much cooler than any other Superhero cause on top of fighting the bad guys I get to spread love to the world. I get to spread the love now through the pact to help stop those bad guys inside you so you don’t have to do this alone…” tears formed in her eyes as she took in everything you signed. She looked down at their hands connected smiling. Getting up slowly she wraps her arms around Tom’s neck.


“Thank you Tom” you whisper wiping the tears from your eyes as they fell down your cheeks. Jaelynn lets go of Tom handing him back his mask. Her hands move in little quick movements.


“When will you be back Spider-Man?”


“I have to see when Mr. Stark needs me for another mission but I’ll definitely stop by to check on my Spider-Man pact friend” He reaches up fixing her beanie that was about to fall off. Claudia enters the room  setting her purse down on the counter as she walks in. Her eyes looking at the whole scene in front of her.


‘He came to see Jae don’t worry, we’ll be leaving now’


‘I’ll come by tomorrow okay? Mom and Dad are busy for the next week’ you sign to Jae before giving her forehead a kiss. She waves to the both of you as we leave the room. Tom goes to the bathroom with a bag and comes out minutes later dressed in his work suit.


“C’mon lets get back to the office and start rescheduling appointments, and Harrison please edit that and upload it to the foundations website” the three of you make your way out of the hospital together. Harrison gives you and Tom a hug goodbye as he takes off to his car.


    The drive back to the office was full of conversation. Mainly you thanking Tom for even thinking of using his suit to surprise you sister. You haven’t seen her smile like that for over six months. Her smile today was all thanks to him. He told you he would start a campaign to help raise funds for Jaelynn. Maybe Marie was wrong, he doesn’t seem cold from how she described him…


“Love, can you make me some tea again with cream and sugar?You made it perfectly the last time..” He hands you his empty mug picking up a file with his other hand. Your fingers brush against his making him look at your hand then back up to you. Tom’s gaze captivating yours almost pulling you towards him just by the look in his eyes.


“Yes Mr. Holland,cream and sugar.. just how you like it” you whisper before turning around and walking out of his office. You could feel his stare burning into your back as you sauntered out down the hall. 


I love these shoes oml

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Aries: The nights are getting longer and your voice isn’t enough to cover this skin; but I’m happier now even though there is less of my heart left.  

Taurus: If a broken piece of light is called a rainbow, maybe your broken heart is the thorn that has been kissing these forests back to life.  

Gemini: She doesn’t want you to fix it, she just wants to talk about all the reasons why it hurts.

Cancer: We could be the best thing that never happened to each other.

Leo: The problem is you go to bed lonely for so long you forget what it’s like to reach out and feel a dream instead of a blanket playing every definitive shadow onto blushed cheeks.  

Virgo: I know I’m loved, but it isn’t by you, and maybe that’s why my throat always closes every time I try to talk about happiness.

Libra: I once saw the sun in your eyes and though I can’t taste spring when your lips are signing my hands, I know I’m made of more you than me.

Scorpio: The problem is, I don’t know which beat followed you too close to the shore, but you’re still on my mind even though you’re not in my heart.

Sagittarius: I could be surrounded by a hundred thoughts, yet all I can still feel is you.

Capricorn: Who am I when you’re not thinking of me? These thoughts are empty pews of memories waiting for a prayer soft enough to fill the floor with a color that doesn’t reflect a threaded collar.

Aquarius: Sometimes I close my eyes just to see if you’re still there.

Pisces: How long have you been looking at your hands, trying to remember what it feels like to hold something beautiful?

Phone Call

content: Dean gets a phone call at work. And the person on the other end of the line is not the one he expected.

word count: 1,147

[AO3]


Dean almost ignores the ringing cell phone next to him on the table because he’s seriously not in the mood to talk to anyone with an empty stomach and only about fifteen minutes left of his lunch break to change that.

But as soon as he notices the name “CAS” flashing on his phone’s screen Dean finds himself smiling brightly, the sandwich in front of him forgotten.

“Hey, Cas,” he says cheerfully after picking up. The warmth in his chest spreads instantly just thinking about the man on the other end of line and he feels like a giddy teenager once again. It’s been about ten months since they made their relationship official and Dean can’t imagine this intense feeling of rightness to ever go away.

“Hey, Dean,” a voice greets him that is most definitely not Castiel, sounding way too young and way too female.

Dean, however, doesn’t feel put out by it. On the contrary, his grin only grows.

“Claire, honey,” he says gently. “Does your dad know you’re using his phone?”

“Yes,” Claire claims, though there is a waver in her tone Dean knows way too well.

He narrows his eyes. “Are you lying to me right now? Remember what we told you about that?”

Claire sighs as if it’s a heavy burden to put up with some grown-ups. “Daddy knows,” she insists. “He gave it to me, so I can play with it.”

Dean chuckles. “Playing Candy Crush is not the same as calling some people, sweetie. Can you imagine the phone bill if you’d accidentally dial someone in China?”

“I don’t wanna call China,” she counters, the frown on her face actually audible through the phone. “I just wanna call you.”

Dean feels his heart seize. “That’s very sweet, Claire –”

“I miss you,” she interjects, her voice lower all of a sudden. “When will you be back and make us some burgers?”

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We weren’t greedy, you know? We would have been happy with a picture of Stan and Rick just standing near each other or running from aliens or playing cards but they chose to draw them professing their love for each other.

All we asked for was Rick and Stan singing a duet, they could have picked a Disney song or some annoying pop music but they picked “I Got You Babe” and sprinkled it with pet names and references to marriage and things Stan didn’t want to talk about “in front of the kids.”

They knew exactly what we wanted and gave it to us in spades. Bless them.