there are so many more but these need to stop because it's getting dumb thank you

anonymous asked:

If one hypothetically wanted to read your Eldritch Abomination Garfield fic, how would one go about finding it as directly searching for 'garfield' hypothetically does not include the fic?

“They bought it?” Lyman asked as Jon hung up the phone.

“I got the contract,” Jon confirmed, dazed. “I’m — I’m syndicated.”

“You did it, man!” Lyman said, clapping him on the back. Odie barked.

“They’re already thinking about merchandising deals,” Jon continued, staring into space.

“I told you things were going to turn around for you,” Lyman said with a nod. Odie continued barking, making it clear that he was not just trying to be supportive. “Hey, look, I’ve gotta take the dog for a walk. If the alarm goes off while I’m gone, can you take dinner out of the oven?”

“Yeah,” Jon said, with no real conception of what he was agreeing to. He still had not yet finished processing that phone call, the idea that he was going to be paid, consistently, that he was a working cartoonist, that his comics would be in papers. Merchandising deals. Merchandising.

It was not until he heard the door that Jon realized he was alone in the apartment.

Just him, and Garfield.

From the corner, it growled.

Jon’s heart spasmed; he hadn’t realized it was in the same room. “H—hey,” he said. It would have been a dumb thing to say if it was a normal cat. It was a dumber thing to say under the circumstances. Its eyes glowed red in the shadows. “How are you?” he asked, then winced as the cat growled again. “Heard the good news?” he asked weakly.

MY END OF THE CONTRACT HAS BEEN FULFILLED

It rumbled through his brain like an earthquake, words without words. He covered his ears even though it wouldn’t help. “Yeah, thanks for—”

I WILL FEED

Jon’s heart spasmed again, overwhelmed with the sense of a hunger not his own. “Right, about that—”

YOU WILL FEED ME it said, words written in blood, thick and hot.

“—yes, I got that, I’m just not really sure what I’m supposed to—”

MEAT and the word throbbed, tore.

“Would chicken be okay?”

UNACCEPTABLE it said in broken bone and jellied marrow.

“I don’t want to stereotype you by assuming you want to eat my roommate—”

YES GIVE ME HIS HEART it said, pulsing, torn flesh.

“—but you can’t eat Lyman.”

I͇̤͜ ̭̩W̨͕̪̠͙I̧̫͍͕̤̥̥̥L̜̜̭͔̪͢L̡͉͍͍͓̣ ͇F̤̜E̤̱̼̩͙̺͢E̥̳̫D̯͚̰ͅ

The glowing eyes moved from the shadows, grew larger, taller. Hellfire, if fire could cast dark instead of light, orange and red, fire and blood. The indistinct shape that might have been a cat became an indistinct shape that might have been a man, large, always large. Jon shrank back as it stretched to fill the room, tried not to look directly at it. Hot breath and sharp teeth against his skin, even though it couldn’t have been, because he was still wearing his jacket.

There was a chiming sound.

WHAT WAS THAT

“Uh.” Jon swallowed, hard. “Dinner?”

FOOD

“Yes,” Jon said, “but I don’t know if you can eat people food…”

Garfield sat in the middle of the floor, wide as it was tall. Its gaze was baleful.

“Right. You can eat whatever you want.” Slowly Jon inched around the cat to head toward the kitchen. “I don’t really know what it is, though. It might be… vegan.”

Garfield hissed, the sound of pain, and Jon fled toward the oven.

I SMELL MEAT

Jon stopped himself from telling the cat get off the counter. “I think it’s a casserole,” he said, removing the dish to set it on the stove. He gingerly removed the lid, his hands safely wrapped in oven mitts. “Oh. It’s lasagna.”

GIVE IT TO ME

“It has to cool,” Jon said. Garfield hissed again, and the sound turned Jon’s blood to fiberglass. He backed away, and the cat leapt bodily and entirely into the baked pasta. It did not seem bothered by the fact that the pasta sauce was still bubbling, and Jon tried not to look at the void of its mouth. A black hole rimmed with fangs, an absence of all light, drawing in all that it touched to disappear within.

WHAT IS THIS it asked, and a hellfire paw batted at a stretchy piece of mozzarella.

“… cheese?”

The cat-shaped thing nodded, still sitting in the dish of lasagna.

WE DO NOT HAVE THIS

“You don’t have cheese in hell?”

It nodded again.

“I guess that’s what makes it hell.” If Garfield appreciated this observation, it did not show it. It cracked open its maw again, more lasagna disappearing, and Jon looked away. “That lasagna was supposed to feed us for a week,” he sighed. “How much longer do I need to do this?” he asked.

UNTIL YOU ARE SATISFIED

“Until I’m satisfied?”

YOU MUST FEED ME TO SATISFY YOUR HUNGER

Realization dawned. “Wait, but — I thought this was a one-time thing.”

IT WAS NOT

“If you leave, I get fired?”

PERHAPS

“So I might still be able to make it on my own.”

DO YOU BELIEVE YOUR SKILL IS ENOUGH TO BRING YOU ALL THAT YOU DESIRE

Jon thought of the portfolio sitting in his room, and sagged. “… no.”

It grew, limbs stretching, claws turning to fingers and then claws again. It sat on the counter like a solid mirage, licking red from its hands.

YOU WILL HAVE RICHES BEYOND YOUR WILDEST DREAMS it said in truffle oil and fur and gold. SO LONG AS I AM FED YOU WILL NEVER KNOW HUNGER

Syndication and merchandising deals and maybe someday a cartoon on television. His signature in every newspaper in every house in the country. In the world, even. He raked his fingers through his curls and tried not to look at its claws.

“I guess I’m stuck with you, then,” Jon said.

It didn’t slide off the counter the way a man would, shifted off like drifting smoke or licking flames, stood and was no shorter. Tall and broad and solid, a weight to its presence as it moved closer. Jon shrank back again as it loomed, and this show of submission seemed to please it. Hot breath and sharp teeth against his skin again, and he shivered.

YES YOU ARE



Jeff Atkins x Reader- Teach Me

So this is following a request from anon, who asked for a fic about the reader tutoring Jeff. I hope you like it, anon! This is my first fic being written on this account, but I have many more on my account, @thirteenreasonsfics
Check it out ASAP!
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“No,” you said, throwing the last of your stuff into a battered old Jansport. “No way, Clay.”

“Please please please do it!” begged Clay over the phone, his voice thick because of a bad cold. “I swear, I’ll make it up to you.”

It was a regular Monday afternoon at school, and you were just finishing lunch when you got a call from your best friend of ten years and fellow Marvel geek, Clay Jensen. He had been really sick for a couple days by then, and called you to make you take over for him in tutoring Jeff Atkins in US history that day.

“I have a Chem test,” you said, balancing your phone on your shoulder as you picked up your stuff. “Besides, I hardly even know the guy. It’ll be really awkward.”

That last part was actually a lie. You hadn’t known Jeff Atkins very well, true, but had a crazy crush on him since freshman year. You two talked now and then, and you were his lab partner last year, but you never thought there could be anything between you, especially as half the school was crushing on him.

“Fine,” you said, throwing your hands up in defeat. “But you owe me hot chocolate and cake from Monet’s.”

Clay laughed over the phone.

“Thank you, Y/N. Or maybe you’ll thank me. Six thirty, the big white house on Sherman.”

***

Many hours later, you drove your rattling old Buick up to his house, and grabbed your stuff, trying not to smile like an idiot as you rang the doorbell.

“Y/N!” Mrs Atkins said, opening the door immediately like she had been waiting. “Thank you so much for helping Jeff out.”

You nodded, looking around the simply decorated house. Jeff’s dad was sitting at the table, reading.

“It’s no big deal, Mrs. Atkins. Uh, where’s Jeff?”

Jeff’s mom turned around, and gave you a big smile as she offered you some cookies.

“Oh, he’ll be down in a minute. He’s been changing and showering all day because he heard you’re coming.”

You stopped chewing for a minute. Was he-

“Normally Jeffrey walks into Clay’s tutoring sessions looking like a Neanderthal,” his dad snorted from the table. “Seriously. Horrible smells.”

“Dad!” Jeff said as he walked down the stairs, dressed in a red Henley that showed off his toned arms and old blue jeans. “Hey, Y/N. Ready to start?”

“Yeah, yeah of course,” you said, quickly picking up your stuff. “Do we.. go upstairs?”

Jeff turned.

“Oh, yeah. I’m sorry my room’s a mess, I had practice so I didn’t clean up..”

Mrs Atkins smiled as you two climbed the stairs, shaking her head fondly.

“Door open, kids, okay?” she said as you made your way up, and called Jeff over to whisper to him. “Good luck, sweetheart.”

“Mom,” he said, rolling his eyes, embarrassed. “I’m not that bad as US History.”

His mom raised an eyebrow as she began to head to the kitchen.

“It’s not the US History you need luck with.”

***

“So you should always mention the opposing viewpoint in essays,” you said, going over Jeff’s homework in pencil. “See, that argument would have been so much stronger with a counterpoint.”

He nodded, concentrating intently. It was beginning to get dark outside, and you were just finishing up the last of the day’s work.

“Okay, so bring me the work-” you began, but then remembered that Clay would be back to tutoring Jeff the next time. “Nevermind. Just do well, okay?”

He grinned, stretching as the Henley snaked its way up his stomach before falling back down.

“Yes Ma'am. Next week, same time?”

You turned from gathering up your stuff.

“Won’t Clay be back to tutoring you then?”

He nodded, suddenly realizing as his face fell.

“I- yeah, I guess,” he said, slumping back down. “Thanks again, Y/N. You may have saved my grade.”

“May?” you asked in mock outrage. “I saved it. Single handedly. Like Iron Man saved Sokovia.”

He laughed.

“I’d say that one was a team effort though. If it weren’t for Quicksilver..”

“You watch Marvel movies?” you asked incredulously, looking at him.

“I do a lot of things,” he replied. “I- I’m more than the dumb jock you think I am, Y/N.”

“I didnt say you were a dumb jock,” you said softly. “Hey. You play sports and are smart and look hot. I can only do one of those things.”

Jeff laughed again then, and then stopped suddenly as you both realized what you had said.

“You think I’m hot?” he asked, grinning.

“No, I, that’s not what I-”

“You do,” he said, and laughed. “God, I thought you’d never like me back..”

“Like you back?” you asked, now stunned. “You-”

“Yes, Y/N, I like you,” he said, looking at you sheepishly. “I thought you knew. Everyone knew!”

“I-,” you said, but the words wouldn’t come out. Jeff Atkins, the hottest guy at school and your long term crush, liked you?!

“I guess now would be good time to ask you out, wouldn’t it?” he asked, running a hand through his Abercrombie model hair.

You grinned.

“Yes. Yes it would.”

“Saturday, five thirty, Monet’s?” he asked, and smiled when you nodded. “Alright.”

You smiled like an idiot, especially when Mrs Atkins gave you a knowing look as you left. You were going to have to buy a new dress. And you were going to have to thank Clay so much.

By @thirteenreasonsfics

A Letter from You

AN: @whitechocolateperfection Thanks Emily for requesting and advising as always :) and @teen-mendes you know why 


Originally posted by anthony-samaniego

It’s laying under the flower pot at your front doorstep. There’s a small rock set on the opposite corner, like the pot isn’t heavy enough to keep it down.

Leaning over, you take it from its hiding space, realizing it’s a letter. Your name is written across the white in black ink. The handwriting is familiar. Something you’ve seen in journals and lyrics written quickly on newspaper or paper towels when his phone was too far away. You found parchment in your purse from the small train you took in Amsterdam. The song turned into roses. Who knew one lyrical line would’ve turned into your favorite song.

When the door is unlocked and your bag and keys are on the hook, you take a seat by the window. Your cat is curled up at your feet, stirring in her sleep.

The envelope is sealed, but you don’t go to open it as quickly as you should. The lip feels heavy, straining your shoulders. The breakup is still fresh, too fresh to read his letter. Maybe he wants to get back together.. maybe he’s about to show up with a bouquet of tulips and a single white rose- the only way you’ll accept flowers. Maybe it’s actually from Aaliyah, or an old friend from college. It was your birthday just last month. It could be a forgotten gift and the writer was too embarrassed to give it to you, face to face.

“What am I waiting for?” You ask yourself, knowing the longer you wait the worse the pain in your chest will feel. The words he spoke will never leave. They’re tattooed in your mind..anyone else would’ve found it beautiful, poetic. For you? It was tragic.

‘Y/N,

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Bf! Taeyong

  • Lowkey dumb
  • but very cuddly and cute so you keep him around
  • You both met when you were trainees, you were a newbie and really nervous cuz all of these people were so talented and there you were
  • Taeyong saw you all nervous and internally blushed at how pretty you were but kept a strong face and totally ignored you
  • He kept on sneaking glances at you though, when you weren’t paying attention but other times he would pretend you weren’t even there
  • You would sometimes get reprimanded by your coach or your trainers and he would want to fight them and protect you but he has to conceal dont feel because he doesn’t want any other distraction during his trainee life
  • But then he saw you getting closer to other trainee members, especially Yuta and became so jealous that he became really cold towards you, like lowkey bullied you
  • Like that one time you asked for the directions to the boys’ dorm (cuz u wanted to give yuta his vitamin water) and he told you to ‘find it yourself’ and shoulder bumped you
  • you almost fell 
  • He felt really bad about it the whole day though and wanted to apologise but had too much of an ego to do so and he was still pissed that you were closer to Yuta than him
  • He didn’t know why but he was always agitated around you two and just wanted to push yuta away
  • Your debut was nearing and you were in the practice room working on your dance moves.You had improved a lot and everyone loved you. The only problem was Taeyong. He was so beautiful but so cold you almost shivered every time he was around. Yuta was friendly and out going but it was Taeyong you wanted to get close to
  • You felt down as you lost your balance on the cold wooden floor
  • “aisshhh how does he even have friends” you said to yourself while massaging your foot
  • “there are ice packs in the fridge you know” you heard a voice. Turning around you saw Taeyong standing against the door, his face make up free and glowing against the brilliant lights of the room
  • You stood up slowly but Taeyong was quick to react. “Stay” he said as he lunged towards the small refrigerator and pulled out an ice pack. He walked over to you and placed the cool material on your ankle 
  • You stared at how beautiful his skin was and how ethereal he looked up close. He looked up into your eyes and you blinked. He was close, too close
  • “Thanks,” you stuttered, your breath held in. It felt as if you would implode
  • “You should be more careful,”  he said. He looked so soft, so human. You wanted to touch his face and play with the glistening strands of his hair. How would anyone believe that this angelic boy was actually so cold and closed off
  • You both sat in silence, his hand still holding the ice pack over your foot. You inhaled deeply, wanting to escape this situation but wanting it never to end
  • “You know I-” you both started and he smiled to himself. “You can go first”
  • “No its ok” you smiled at him. He stopped to look at you for a while as his heart beat sped up
  • “I’m not doing anything this Saturday, do you want to join me for a coffee?” he asked. You nodded instantly which caused him to laugh. “So cute” he whispered to himself and you looked away, blushing
  • Taeyong seemed like a different person that day. Laughing at your jokes and smiling at you, he even held your hand when walking you to the dorms. You kissed his cheek as you left. He smiled like an idiot the rest of the night
  • Thats when it all began, Taeyong and you
  • Taeyong had never even imagined that you’d say yes when he asked you to be his girlfriend, upon asking “didn’t you like Yuta?”  and hearing your loud “NO HE’S JUST A FRIEND” he almost cried with happiness and also at his idiocy that how stupid he had been 
  • With Taeyong its endless messages and calls, he always so bored when you’re not around or when you’re too busy to reply and attend his calls
  • You both sneak out of your dorms to just walk together and eat together
  • His day gets a hundred times better when he has plans with you and annoys yuta by asking him what kind of sneakers suit him
  • “Taeyong they’re all white”
  • “But do you like the ones with the blue logo on them or should I get new ones with a darker blue logo”
  • Such a mom towards you tbh
  • Like when you weren’t wearing your coat he kept on nagging you to wear his or “should’ve worn a coat” “why don’t you take care of yourself”
  • Offers you his food and you’d be dying cuz you’ve eaten so much but he’s like “no eat”
  • Doesn’t appreciate it when you’re on a diet because that means you cant eat out with him
  • Sulks a lot when you don’t pay him enough attention
  • Like he’ll become to quiet and needy and attach himself to your arm and look at you with puppy dog eyes
  • “love me y/n”
  • loves hugging you, enjoys your warmth and your smell
  • loves the fact that your smaller than him and a lot softer 
  • cooks for you a lot like you’ll just be at your dorm and he’ll show up with homemade food that his mom taught him
  • He wants to explore all kinds of food with you and wants you to have all the food he loves and vice versa
  • he takes an active part in celebrating your life like when you debuted he showed up with cake and candles to celebrate it
  • and on your birthdays he goes out of his way and has a surprise party for you, such a cutie
  • he’s so dumb around you too like people think he’s a suave playboy of sorts when in reality he’s just a really confused and excited pup
  • like he’s really happy around you and also really clumsy and he loses his energy really quickly
  • he prefers having a day in with you and just cuddling and watching movies
  • STUDIO GHIBLI MARATHONS
  • WITH A LOT OF FOOD
  • Whenever you’re sick or sad or worried his mom mode activates and he tries making you feel as comfortable as he can 
  • He can’t stand you crying and is always there when you’re having a hard time
  • The good thing about him is that he’s always there to cheer you up and hear you out and give you good advice
  • Taeyong is a really insecure person so he’s always scared you might leave him and gets depressed really easily
  • Especially in the first few days of his debut he was getting a lot of hate and ended up being really closed off and didn’t even reply to your texts or calls. He thought that the world, including you hated him
  • But then you had to physically go up to his dorm and comfort him and he just laid there in your lap talking about nothing
  • He was a little assured then that you wouldn’t leave but still tries really hard to make you happy so you wouldn’t leave
  • And you won’t leave him because you love him to bits
  • You two fight sometimes on the fact that he can become really closed off when he’s depressed 
  • And especially when he’s jealous
  • Because of his fear of losing you he becomes jealous really easily and gets all cold and mean and you both fight about it
  • but he ends up giving in and cuddling you at night because he still needs all the warmth, it gets cold on his side of the bed
  • makes you pancakes in the morning to have you forgive him
  • and then you give him a long lecture on how you’re his and no one else’s and his smile is so content and oh wow your boyfriend is so beautiful
  • He loves it when you sit on his lap and he pulls you closer to his chest and nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck
  • and then it turns into a make out session
  • his kisses are so soft and he holds you so close and treats you so delicately and he always smells so nice
  • gets annoyed when your dorm is messy and goes on a cleaning rampage, its annoying sometimes but its just how he is
  • You both go on many long walks along the river and late night snacks at the convenience store
  • He wants to travel the world with you someday
  • Like you both going to Kyoto for your honeymoon
  • and then smacks himself thinking that you both are too young to get married
  • daydreams about you a lot
  • when he’s really busy with his comeback he feels as if he’s missing something and then remembers he hasn’t texted you
  • and then goes like oh fuckOH FUCK while looking for his phone and finding many texts from you saying “good luck” and “i know you’re busy but dont forget to eat and drink water” “dont overwork yourself”
  • and he smiles so wide and jaehyun in the back whistles and he ignores him and just keeps on smiling
  • like a literal text from you to him can brighten up his day so much
  • your relationship is so slow and peaceful and he’s so passionate and loving
  • he’s never bored around you and sleeps peacefully next to you
  • Taeyong is a bottom in bed, he prefers you taking control and being all dominant
  • He loves it when you’re confident and bold
  • but when he’s mad or jealous and wants to punish you god almighty i hope you’re alive child
  • but most of the time its slow and passionate and you both end up cuddling after
  • he later told you that he bullied you the whole time cuz he had a crush on you and you couldn’t stop laughing
  • “let it go ok”
  • “BUT YOU MADE MY LIFE HELL CUZ YOU LIKED ME AWWWWW”
  • And then he blushed and his ears went red 
  • He wants to adopt a dog with you, he would legit marry you if the company allowed him to
  • cuz with you he feels like he’s home, he feels accepted and loved
“Why are you wasting your time with fan fiction instead of writing real literature?”

I know I’m not the only fic author who has faced this question. The answer is as long as it is ranty, but it needs to be given.

Greek mythology inspired James Joyce. George RR Martin inspired David Benioff. Conan Doyle inspired Mofftiss. Mozart’s life inspired Shaffer. They get lauded, fic writers get ridiculed. What gives?

I will readily accept that some writers have turned to fan fiction to have some fun, or to practice certain things without the pressure of creating an entire literary universe, but what I can’t stand behind is the notion that the aspiration of all fic writers should be to have something original published.

Is writing fan fiction easy? Technically, yes - thanks to AO3 and ff.net, anyone can easily do so. Is it easy to create good fan fiction? No. It’s not any easier than creating any sort of quality fiction. With an original text, you are the ultimate expert - no one has the authority to tell you you’ve done things wrong when it comes to characterisation or world-building apart from technical aspects. With fan fiction, you have a potential audience of millions of people who will certainly tell you if you go totally off the rails and don’t call your own text out on it. Characters acting in ways they usually wouldn’t is the salt of fic - it’s what many good plots and conflicts are built upon, but the text needs to show awareness of that. You need to know your canon. You need to know the rules so that you can break them. You need to know the fandom’s tropes in order to make parody out of them. You need to know what is going on in the fic nook of your fandom, if you want to do something fresh and novel. So much fic is published in many fandoms that the nose really needs to be put on the grindstone if one is to complete with the cream of the crop.

Is the world of real, published fiction a nicer place to be than the world of fan fiction? After following the career of a dear friend who is a novelist, my impression is hell no. Is getting published a measure of skill? Yes, to some extent, since there’s a referee process in the form of editors and publishers, but  having seen what it’s like out there I have no desire to enter that world of misogyny, commercialism, emphasis on dumbing down things based on  common denominators, fighting over attention with more established authors, getting very little feedback because readers are intimidated to give it to a “real author”, and luck largely regulating whose name actually gets out there.

What most irks me about assuming that fan fiction is a stepping stone towards real literature is the fact that inbuilt into that notion I see the idea that creativity is somehow about proving things.

Creativity should be about inspiration and fun and sharing and learning. Writing fan fiction gives me all that and so much more. I don’t do it to prove that I can write. I do it because I enjoy doing so. As simple as that.

I have seen novel-length fics that easily rival any piece of published fiction in terms of world-building, characterisation and all-around quality. I have created prominent OCs, merged my chosen fandom with many wondrous things and genres and created original, altered worlds and settings for my fics. I even have an original main character in a story whose parts are written in first person. I did not do these things because I wanted to prove that I could. I did them because I was inspired to do so.

For original fiction writers, getting published is an important way in which to find readers. That might be changing, though, with the advent of Wattpad and other similar services. With fan fiction, convenient forums enabling us to find readers have existed for a long time. In a way, fic is already a veteran in what original fiction is still a floundering rookie. The reasons for fan fiction still being ridiculed has lots of historical reasons, and getting into them would entail a lengthy essay on the history of literature, feminism and media studies. Yes, it’s derivative, but so is all pop and rock music, and we’re not throwing all that in the bin, either, just because someone had to invent its tools first.

How about we stop measuring the worth of creativity, and instead focus on enjoying its fruits together. Because that’s what it’s all about.  

Always the Bad Guy

A/N It had to be done at some point, okay? (Set after the ‘Becoming a Cartoon’ video.)

Genre: angst

Pairing: neutral

Word Count: 1100

Warnings: self-hate, anger, destruction of property??

Summary:

Anxiety wishes he could be seen as more than the villain, but he knows it isn’t possible. So he does the one thing he knows best - bottle up his feelings until he’s alone.

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okay, hi. it’s me—the annoyance in this fandom. and i’d like to talk about something, so bear with me.

there’s a problem in this fandom that doesn’t need to be discussed. why not? it’s not up for discussion, basically. it’s up to you all to sit back and learn that this shit you all are pulling needs to be stopped. period.

i’m breaking it up to a couple of core parts so you all know what i’m talking about.

first of all, let’s talk about the islamophobia and racism in this fandom.

here’s the deal: shut up and listen. is that too hard? then just shut up and close your browser. delete your blog. take a walk. go on with your shitty life.

i don’t know why this needs to be explained—seriously. i don’t understand it. it’s not physics or the study of runes. it’s the basic thing called logic thinking and common decency at the least.

you’re all doing something incredibly harmful and it’s not okay. when you started calling a brown character a rat i—i thought it was a joke. and when it was pointed out it’s racist, by people of colour in this fandom, you kept doing it. why? do you take enjoyment in calling brown people rats? do you think you can get away with it? guess you can, but you can stop doing it to people of colour. it’s disgusting.

next. the idea of this season is: please don’t let me be misunderstood. the reverse of this? please don’t let me be understood. just so we’re clear. there’s no reverse. the song was in reverse, the message was clear. so you can shut up about that.

so when the fight broke up, and sana was hiding in the bathroom stall, what did we hear? the two white random, irrelevant white girls talking about how they thought (assumed, didn’t know but talked anyway) it was about homosexuality, and how muslims are homophobic. was it there for the lols? no. it was there for us. to know. that it wasn’t about that.

my point: shut the fuck up about it. it’s tiresome, getting old, it’s toxic. if you keep talking about this, you’re spreading harmful messages to others. what messages? that muslims are homophobic. which they can be, i’m not saying some aren’t. i’m saying that that’s not the point of this season and that non-muslims are equally likely to be homophobic. don’t believe me? wow, i guess it’s something that has been fed to you by media representation and… dare i say it? people talking shit of shit they don’t know on social platforms. precisely what you’re doing right now.

second thing we need to talk about: the series. yes! let’s talk about what content we have right now and why us people of colour and why muslims are upset, shall we? (note: we have all the right to be upset.)

let’s first get this out of the way: we know it’s written this way to prove some point later on in the season. probably something along the lines of muslim and brown boys not all being homophobic and shit. you know. that thing you keep shutting your eyes from. we understand that, we know that.

we’re just. not. happy. about how it’s written. it’s kind of doing a lot of damage right now. look at some of the messages some people (people of colour, muslims, muslim people of colour) receive. and what we should be getting is much more healthy scenes between muslims, muslims and people of non-faith, people of colour and white people, to weigh up to the damage its doing. we don’t get that much of that. and it’s frustrating, because we understand why (sana’s lonely) but there are so many ways to portray loneliness than completely erase healthy interactions between people on the fucking screen.

don’t bring up the hei briskeby videos, because they don’t count. i’m talking about the real episodes here. the real clips. the clips that the casual viewer will watch.

so yes. the series itself is… partially at fault here. the writing, i would say. especially filming only the people of colour in a fight and—wow. that chokehold they had on the only black guy? yikes.

what’s worse is that they surely know—or at least have a slight idea—of what outbreak their clips will give. and they keep doing it. keep feeding this shit to us, and leave us to either deal with it, or completely shut down our inboxes. which results into people thinking we’re selfish, because we don’t answer their wish to learn more about culture and islam and the experiences people of colour have.

third thing we need to talk about: vilde and noora. yup. i’m putting them on the agenda.

i, as a lesbian of colour, wholeheartedly believe that vilde’s character is poorly written this season. she’s obviously not too different from earlier seasons, but she’s definitely had more emphasis on her ignorance, and how that ignorance is dealt with is—less acceptable. i do believe, on top of that, that she will be “redeemed” (i’m just not sure i’ll buy into it) and that she will learn, apologise and maybe grow the last episode or something, since we won’t be getting any more.

but what bugs me the most about the way they’re writing her this season is that, she’s coded as possibly lesbian (or bi, if you prefer, but i’m gonna talk about her being lesbian, and you can make your own post about her being bisexual). and she’s literally the only character fully coded this way. if you’re interested in why, just… google it. believe it or not, we aren’t google. but the key point is that she is doing a lot of what us lesbians perceive as compulsory heterosexuality. and they completely villainised a potential lesbian this season which is just falling into the same shit people have done over and over again. lesbians are bad, lesbians are racist, lesbians are this and fucking that and that pisses me off. if, by the off chance, she eventually is canonically declared as lesbian, i’m not sure i will rejoice or throw my phone through my computer screen. they ruined her character to me, they ruined a (coded) lesbian to me, a lesbian, simply because they wanted to put her to be the ignorant girl who keeps shitting all over sana.

and noora. man. i’m not too mad about noora as a character herself. she’s flawed, she has her good moments and shit. but she takes up so much of her own storyline from sana’s. it’s a mess. she’s talking about herself, her problems with dickhelm, and sure, that’s what friends do—talk about what bothers you. but we’re so frustrated that she’s once again on the screen, talking about the same old thing, and rip the minutes that could’ve been spent on sana from our hands.

don’t get me wrong. we all know that sana is a listener. but there’s a line. and they jump over it, time and time again.

and then there’s the misogyny in this fandom that needs to be addressed. and this is a harder one, because it’s hard to spot.

during the course of season three—up to this day, i see this shit—people keep shitting on sonja and emma for no other reason than them being girls who got hurt in the process. sonja? remember her? she got cheated on. and while even kept saying he felt controlled by her you somehow got the idea that she’s toxic. she isn’t. a toxic relationship would not end with isak thanking sonja for the help she’s given. she knows even and—well, at the most, she might have been a bit controlling because she doesn’t understand that even is his own person with or without his bipolar disorder.

and emma? she outed isak, which is fucked up and there’s no excuse. but stop thinking she’s the absolute villain to isak’s life because she’s a girl, who got hurt, in the process. accept that, move on, because isak sure did.

you thought i’d end there? really? nope. ain’t gonna happen. i’m gonna bring up vilde specifically again.

you think she’s just a dumb ignorant islamophobe? partially true. she’s islamophobic and is not a good friend to sana. she’s ignorant, yes. but you’re reducing her character to something she isn’t. you’re reducing her to the blonde dumb girl, which is just as shitty as people defending her islamophobic behaviour. her islamophobia does not correlate to her dealing with whatever she’s dealing with (compulsory heterosexuality, if you will), but if you reduce her to a two-dimensional character it’s quite misogynistic itself. if you’re woman and doing that—check yourself in the mirror.

same goes for noora, basically, but i don’t think anyone is genuinely despising her for anything else than the shitty line here and there and the serious screentime she’s clocking.

we also had a run in with the lovely subjects of biphobia and ableism too. you all can’t stop anywhere, can you?

since we aren’t discussing, let me just point out these things:

bisexuality does not equate to cheater. a cheater can be of any sexuality. the stereotype is that bisexual people are cheaters is harmful and it ends here. whether a bisexual person/character has cheated can be discussed without bringing in their bisexuality to the conversation.

and mental illness… it seems it’s harder for you to grasp this part. so let me put it this way: think of the most embarrassing shit you’ve done. called your teacher mum and everyone laughed? peed yourself in public? pretended to talk on the phone and your phone ended up ringing? whatever. the most embarrassing shit you’ve done. think of that. feel what you felt at that point. oh my god, what did people think of you?

do you want your crush or your partner of a few months know… that? say it involved a second person. say you… shat yourself on your best friend’s expensive, newly bought couch, felt so embarrassed you left the house and deleted all your social media and never answered their calls.

say your partner brings them up.

would you… tell them that?

i don’t mean to trivialise mental illness here (i’m struggling with my own). it’s much more complex (guilt, self-blaming, embarrassment, sadness) than what i’m saying here. i’m just breaking it down to a point where hopefully even the most abled person can understand.

you’re expecting someone who deals with this every day to just tell their partner. it’s not that easy. it’s a lot of compartmentalising that needs to be done, so you can tell that story without breaking down completely. what happened to even broke him enough to switch to a new school. that’s not something you just tell someone, regardless if you’re together with them, without having thought it through for weeks—even months—and analysed each possible turnout and reaction. that’s not something you tell someone unless you really, really, really need to.

that’s not to say that it’s… bad. that even and sana weren’t honest with isak from the start. but it’s what it is. even isn’t perfect. sana isn’t perfect. isak isn’t perfect. none of these characters are completely perfect. why not? because they’re supposed to be realistic, human and resound to us. we’re supposed to be able to relate to them, in a way.

lastly, but most importantly: stop thinking you’re so bloody entitled to send shitty asks to people, especially the muslims, people of colour and disabled people of this fandom.

now that i’ve said my piece, kindly don’t find your way into my inbox and think it’s time to discuss. as i said, it’s not up for discussion.

don’t understand what i’m talking about? congratulations, you just won the prize: read this post again until you get it.

peace the fuck out.

Shopping Disasters - Stiles Stilinski

Originally posted by mischiefstydia

Summary: Stiles takes (Y/N) shopping after ruining her favourite jeans and tells a douche to fuck off.

Warnings: Swearing (just a lil).


Scott and I were sitting at a table in the cafeteria discussing how we were going to go about the new threat in Beacon Hills. He was struggling to come up with something which meant as always he’d come to me for help. Although I wasn’t the smartest in the group, I was one of if not the most determined. That was something I loved about myself. No matter what, I’d never give up. There was always a way. 

“Well, what if I distract them by pretending that one of them is killing me but its secretly like Liam dressed up and then I can attack them when they aren’t factoring me into their plan and they’ve forgotten about me.” I suggest.

“No, too many things could go wrong. You’re scent might give it away somehow too. Theres a big difference between the smell of alive and dead people.”

“Yeah, but only after they’ve started decomposing.” 

“How can you talk about something like that without even looking disturbed.” Scott shifted uncomfortably.

“Scott, come on. You’re the one thats going out and smelling this and fighting these guys all the time. Surely a conversation like this doesn’t scare you that bad.” I say matter of factly as he screws his face up. I giggle which quickly stops as I hear Stiles calling out for us and running towards us and then feeling his lunch splatter all over my pants. I gasp loudly and freeze trying to wrap my head around what had happened. 

“Oh my god (Y/N), I’m so sorry.” I laugh slightly in disbelief. 

“That was my favourite pair of jeans.” 

“I’ll buy you some more! I promise.” I start wiping myself off and laughing.

“No, its fine Stiles. Don’t stress. Lydia always has a spare set of clothes on her anyways.”


“What? Where’s the rest of it?” I ask shocked. 

“It’s a skirt, (Y/N); not a thong.” She rolls her eyes with a playful smile. 

“And this?!”

“A crop top?” 

“Never mind, I’ll just wear the spaghetti stained clothes.”

“Uh, uh. Not on my watch. A good friend would never let you walk around wearing that. Go get changed.” She says as she throws me her clothes. I look at her skeptically before she makes a ‘shoo’ sign and I throw my head back playfully exaggerating. 


“(Y/N)!” I hear from behind me. I turn around to see Stiles running towards me. “I just wanted to let yo- oh shit” I furrowed my eyebrows together.

“What?” 

“You’re um… outfit.”

“Yeah, it’s Lydia’s spare. I didn’t realise it would be… well this.”

“No, no, no. You look good- It looks good. Uh-anyway, I double checked with Scott and he said that he’s working tonight so he doesn’t need any help with, y’know.” He says as he lifts his hands and does the worst impression I’d ever seen. I giggled and he quickly stopped. “So, uh if you want, like you don’t have to, but I was just thinking, I could take you out. Like to the shops. To go… shopping. Because I ruined your jeans. And-”

“If you stop talking then yes.” I laugh and he nods furiously. 


“Thanks by the way. And you know what, I think the jeans you got me are even better than the ones I already had.” I smiled as we sat down in the food court.

“You don’t have to thank me. It’s my fault you lost them in the first place. I just have to quickly go pee so I’ll be right back.” He says as he walks off taking his phone.

“Hey there, little lady. Did your boyfriend leave you?” A guy who was obviously in college came over wearing his frat jumper and a dumb snapback cap. 

“Oh, no. He’s not my boyfriend.” I say as I think of Stiles and smile a little. We definitely had something but nothing had happened as of yet.” 

“Oh, really?” He smirks as he sits down in Stile’s seat.

“Oh, sorry but my friends coming back so you can’t really sit there.” He ignores what I say and picks a fry up off of my plate. I quickly send a text to Stiles saying ‘SOS’. “I suggest you put that fry back where it was.” He smirks and winks at me as he takes a bite out of it and puts the rest on my plate. I immediately stand up and lean over the table. 

“What are you gonna do, sweetheart?” I angrily glare at him and next thing I know I had punched him in the face. 

“(Y/N)? What are you doing?!” I heard Stiles say as he quickly strode towards the table. “What happened?” He asks confused to the guy sitting in his spot. 

“This psycho bitch hit me!” Stiles looked at him with the most disgusting look I had ever seen. I didn’t think it was possible for Stiles to even appear that angry but if looks could kill then this asshole would be six feet under.

“Fuck off.” He said lowly. My eyes widened as Stiles rarely ever said that word.

“Excuse me?” 

“Fuck. Off.” He said slightly louder but so intensely angry that the guy quickly stood up and walked off. 

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have left you alone.” He hugs me.

“It’s not you’re fault. And I think I took care of him pretty well.” I smirked as I rubbed my knuckles thinking about the punch. 

“Thats my girl.” He said without thinking and swung his arm around my shoulder. I froze for a second before easing into it. I picked up my bag and Stiles and I walked like that all the way back to his jeep. “Home?” He asks and I shake my head. 

“Let’s go on an adventure.” I smile. Stiles returns the gesture and we drive out to the forest where we then walk through it for the next hour or so just feeling complete with one another’s company. 


Time to go write my 4 Literature essays! wooo! :/

anonymous asked:

I've already sent idea about Saeyoung organizing BD for Saeran. There is other idea: while everybody planing birthday for Seven (before RFA party) Saeran kidnaps MC as a birthday gift for himself and takes her to very innocent date (he threatening her, but is very cute while the date). I hope my English wasn't very bad and this idea had sense.

Countdown to the Cake: 5


The Match

SaeranxMC


“Don’t you dare take the blindfold before I allow you to, you heard me?”

Yeah, you did. You heard all his continuous threats from the moment he showed up in Rika’s apartment and made you get inside this car right now , telling you to follow him or he would blow up the restaurant where RFA was meeting to throw Seven a little birthday party. Deep inside, you knew he was bluffing, but would you really risk it?

“You’re quiet. Talk about yourself.”

“I have the feeling you already know a lot about me… Unknown.” He laughs.

“What a smart girl! Yes, you’re right. I already know everything about you.”

“And I don’t know anything about you. Don’t you think it’s unfair?”

“Oh my… so feisty! Maybe you’re not that smart if you think you can talk back to me like that when you’re clearly in disadvantage here.”

“I’m just assuming you’re not stupid enough to do anything to me before the RFA party, you need me more than I need you.” Oh my God! What are you doing? Shut up!

“So fucking smart… how did a clever girl like you end up tricked by me to go into that apartment, after all?” Ugh… he has a point. “Why so quiet?”

“I’m sorry if I don’t see the point in talking to my kidnapper.”

“Kidnapper? Try rescuer or, better yet, savior.”

“Hmm… last time I checked, taking someone against their will is kidnapping.”

“It’s just against your will because you don’t know how much of a favor I’m doing for you, but you’ll thank me later, I’m pretty sure of that.”

“So maybe you are that stupid.” You mutter, already regretting what you said. You can almost foresee a hand hitting your face or a fist against your stomach or… is he laughing?

“You’re so mean! How cruel of you being so harsh on a guy’s birthday!” what the fuck is he talking about now? “Yes, MC. Now you know something about me, today it’s my birthday!” is he serious? Probably, why would he say this so out of the blue?

“Good for you, I guess?”

“No Happy Birthday wishes? You really are mean, ain’t you? Be careful, MC, mean girls don’t make it to heaven… or paradise.” You wish you had the blindfold out just so he can see your eyes rolling.

The rest of your… ride is silent. You don’t know if this is better or worse than when he was threatening you. You should not have called him stupid, what’s gotten into you? You don’t know if the guy has a gun, your cellphone stayed in the apartment, you don’t even know what he wants from you. And neither of the possibilities you’re thinking can be good for you, so pissing the guy it’s a very dumb move.

“We’re here.” Here where? Is it a dark alley? You’re so sure it’s a dark alley. “Don’t make a move yet or I’ll shoot your brains out!” Oh, so he has a gun, there’s your answer.

You hear the passenger’s car door being open and the cool air from outside meeting your skin.

“Out.” He commands, and you obviously obey because you don’t want your brains being shot out. “I still don’t like you’re so quiet, it feels like you’re up to something.”

“I… don’t really have anything to say to you.” Actually, you do, but none of it it’s polite.

“Ahh, not so feisty anymore? Too bad, I was having fun when you were teasing me.” Teasing? Oh my God… what is he thinking? “Walk.”

“I’m not seeing anything, how am I supposed to walk?”

“Fine, then I’ll escort you.” He takes your hand forcibly and makes you grab his forearm. “Now who needs who more, huh?” Shit…

Judging from what you can sense, you’re on a street, now you passing through a door and it’s quite chilly inside, okay, it’s more like freezing, actually. Like you’re inside a… fridge. A fridge where your corpse will lay beside many others this fucking weirdo probably killed.

“Take the blindfold off.” And meet your corpse friends, you’ll be joining them pretty soon.

You take it off and… no corpses. Good, so you’ll be the first victim, what an honor! Then you see these giant white tubes, it looks like…

“Ice cream?” you ask, he doesn’t answer and just throws a jacket in your face.

“Put this on or you’ll freeze.” He says already dragging this tube out of its place. “Hurry! Help me with that!” you put it on. And since it looks so baggy, you can only assume it belongs to him.  “I’m not asking you twice! Help me!”

You pull the tube while he pushes it, it’s so heavy! How many kilos of ice cream are in there? And why does he want this? You make one stronger effort to bring it towards you and he stops pushing it, making you fall in your ass. Another laugh from him, and now you can finally glare at him since you don’t have the blindfold anymore. You get up rubbing your hands against your butt.

“Ahh, poor thing, do you want me to kiss it to make you feel better?” he chuckles, looking straight at you. Are his eyes really minty? It’s so unusual…

You help him carry the tube out of the fridge and put it on this dumpster in the alley. You knew there was going to have a dark alley, didn’t you?

“Now what?” you ask.

“Now we eat, obviously.” He says, offering you a spoon. Did he steal these too? “You don’t want it? Good. More for me, then.” He lifts himself up to sit in the dumpster and takes the lid out of the tube. You observe everything as an outsider, what the fuck is happening here? “What are you staring at?”

“I… have no idea what is going on here.”

“It’s my birthday, I like ice cream. I want ice cream for my birthday. Simple.” He takes this full spoon of ice cream, looking at you again. Is it that cold here? Why are you shivering?

“And where do I fit in all of this, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I needed someone to help me get this tube, I’ve been studying how to take it for a few days now.  You’re helping me because you belong to me. Again… simple.”

“Belong to you? I… what are you talking about?”

“You do. You have belonged to me from the moment you entered that apartment.  And yes, you’re right, I still need you planning the party for a few more days, but today I made an exception, since it’s my birthday. So… feel honored and consider yourself as this tube of ice cream: a birthday gift.”

“I’m feeling a lot of things, honor is not one of them.” It’s fast, you just feel your body slammed against the wall, his body boxes yours while he holds your wrists next to your shoulders.

“Tell me what you’re feeling, then. Anger? Fear? Excitement?” he whispers the last word against your ear.”I like when you talk. Mean girls always have something salty to say, until they end up against a wall and are reminded of how weak they are. You’re so mean, MC. Why is everybody so mean to me?”

He presses his body against yours, one of his hands lets you go so he can grab your chin and force you to look at him. You can smell the sweet scent of the ice cream, you can even feel the coolness coming out from his mouth, he’s close, too close. Well,it’s not like you didn’t know this was coming, you only regret you didn’t even try to take any information from him to share with Seven if you could have escaped. But now… you won’t escape, will you?

“All I wanted for today was a little fun, MC. I never had fun on my birthday, everybody was mean to me, my mother, my brother… and now my gift.” He lets go of you, turning his back and going back to the dumpster. “You can go if you want.”

“What?”

“Go. I already have what I wanted. You’re free to go.”

That’s it? Easy like that? No, there must be a catch, he’ll definitely shoot you in the leg if you run out of there. No… but he already confirmed he needs you to proceed with whatever he’s planning. Okay , there’s this part of you who yells at you to run and never look back, but… there’s that other part who can’t forget the hurting in his voice and the sadness in his beautiful mysterious eyes… You groan and sit next to him in the dumpster, he looks at you, surprised.

“What? You can’t really eat all of this by yourself!” he tilts his head as you’re doing something suspicious, but when you take the spoon and bring it to your mouth, he looks down and smiles. No, not a mischievous grin, just a sweet, soft smile.

***

“Out.” He says bluntly, stopping the car in front of Rika’s building.

“I know that there were no candles, or cake, for that matter. But did you make a birthday wish?”

“Birthday wish?”

“Yeah, it’s tradition. You blow out the candles and make a wish.”

“I…” he looks for something in his pockets. “I have matches.”

“Okay, light one up and blow it out.” He obeys, obviously he doesn’t understand shit about birthdays and is trusting your knowledge on it.

“I wish…”

“You… can’t really say it out loud or it won’t come true.”

“That makes no sense.”

“I don’t make the rules, dude. It’s just how it is. Do your wish inside your head.”

“Fine.” He groans and looks at the match, blowing it out. “Done. Now get out and go back to plan the party. Go back and act like nothing has happened, you heard me?”

“Yeah, yeah! I’m not dumb, you know?”

“I still have a few things to go over before moving on with my plans to destroy RFA, so be a patient girl for me, ok?”

“Does that have to do with your wish? Destroy RFA?”

He chuckles, “So mean and so disobeying, you don’t follow the rules not even yourself invented, huh? I can’t tell you my wish, or it won’t come true, right? So get out of here if you know what’s good for you!” he starts calm and finishes the sentence reaching for his pockets, yelling. You don’t know if he’s looking for the gun, you’re not even sure if he has a gun, but , again, will you risk it? Well, maybe a little…

“Unknown?”

“What?”

“Happy Birthday.” And you get out of the car, running inside the building.

He rolls his eyes, what an annoying pert little bitch you are! He’ll make sure to tame you when he brings you to Mint Eye. Yes, he was planning on just locking you in one of the dungeons, but maybe you’ll be useful if you stay beside him. Well… it is something to consider, he still has time before reaching you out again… he can’t wait for it!

What? He has to meet you again, you stayed with his jacket and he needs it back, after all.


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The Name Game

A/N Somewhat a sequel to Always the Bad Guy’!

Pairing: neutral/prinxiety (Prince/Anxiety)

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort kinda

Word Count: 1260

Warnings: I don’t think there’s any??

Summary:

Anxiety doesn’t think he’ll ever reveal his name, not when he’s still viewed as the villain. He takes comfort in Roman’s insults - as weird as it sounds.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I'm the sick anon from a few days ago - I recovered! If it's possible to ask for another request (ignore if not), how about the RFA + Saeran + Vanderwood (why not?) go bowling? What kind of crazy shenanigans would happen? (I'm also really happy to see your blog growing - hopefully it gets even bigger!)

good to hear from you again, anon, and I’m glad you’re doing better! now, about your request, well… I had a solid idea of what I wanted to do but it got lost and I don’t know what happened lol. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. 

ohhh~ thanks for the encouraging words by the way! it’s gotten big enough to make us question our entire existence just like zen in this request like rlly guys are you lost? but we love you anyways mwah~

- Admin Cat Mom.

mmkay before we start we’re gonna put these goofballs in teams because that’s gonna make things ten times more interesting:

  • Team Alpha Super Awesome Cool Honey Buddha Squadron: Yoosung, Seven, Saeran, Vanderwood.
  • Team ‘we’re not naming the team as your fur ball, Jumin’: Zen, Jumin, Jaehee, V.

I think you can pretty much guess who named each team.

Yoosung

  • probably something like this.
  • puppy tried his best leave him alone.
  • wants to die, he’s a college student how is he supposed to pay for that?
  • swears he’s good!! he just… needs a bit of warm up, that’s all.
  • the one (1) time he strikes he does a silly victory dance and starts jumping in excitement.
  • one of his shoes ends up who knows where.
  • most likely hitting someone in the face.
  • what in the world… did you do with your legs, boy? what were you trying to reach? the sun? 
  • throwing yourself into the sun sounds like the perfect solution for the disasters you’re causing, though, we can’t blame you.
  • but please tie your laces properly next time.

Seven

  • IS HERE TO WIN.
  • and boy does he deliver.
  • does the weirdest poses while somehow managing to get high scores.
  • is all over yoosung the entire time, hugs and screams and ridiculous “secret” handshakes to celebrate even when their balls land in the gutter.
  • and actually poor thing tried to hug everyone on his team but saeran gave him the cold shoulder and vanderwood took out their taser.
  • gets bored after a while and starts messing with everyone.
  • hacks the system, now the scoring screens are filled with cats.
  • zen is now sneezing and yelling and questioning his existence.

Saeran

  • bonds with vanderwood and makes fun of everyone.
  • “what do you mean you can’t smoke in here?”
  • is annoyed, even the act of lifting the ball is bothersome to him.
  • maybe he doesn’t feel like playing this dumb game stop staring at him for fuck’s sake.
  • “the hell are you looking at?”
  • death stares, lots of death stares.
  • is actually embarrassed of his poor bowling skills.
  • “there are just too many people here can we please go home now”
  • he only agreed to go because seven promised him ice cream.
  • and instead of ice cream he has a vanderwood and ugly shoes.

Vanderwood

  • wonders why they’re there in the first place.
  • knows like half of these people.
  • turns out most of them are fucking hilarious.
  • narcissist rat man won’t stop whining and sneezing lmao why is no one immortalizing this moment on a camera.
  • no worries fam seven’s got you covered.
  • scary lady aka jaehee seems like quite the contestant, the only one worthy of their time for that matter.
  • and the place is literally crumbling down thanks to crybaby #2.
  • anyways, when it comes to the actual bowling part, they look like a majestic fairy??
  • their hair looks fantastic and shiny, they’ve taken off their signature jacket, their posture is excellent and to sum it up vanderwood is a blessing to this world.

Zen

  • WHINES.
  • he’s supposed to be doing this with his girlfriend.
  • and why does he have to be in the same team as mr. trust fund kid.
  • ~more whining~
  • sort of good at bowling, knows what he’s doing.
  • girls around them start staring and whispering because of cOURSE he’s bragging and showing off his muscles, of course.
  • takes pleasure in making fun of jumin at first until he makes it his goal to surpass his scores because there’s no way in hell he can be this good?
  • again, honey, you’re on the same team.
  • before we know it, they start bickering over nonsense.
  • is having the worst of times.
  • GIVE. THIS MAN. A BREAK.

Jumin

  • oh my oh my what is this commoners’ leisure activity he’s never played before and is now deeply interested in.
  • gets himself his own pair of bowling shoes, and a ball which has a kitten printed in it… yeah, that’s elizabeth the 3rd.
  • he also read books and did research beforehand like did you think this man would attend such a physically demanding event without careful and well thought out preparation? please.
  • does the granny style at some point.
  • the kind of guy to bowl a strike while looking completely clueless.
  • but when he gets the hang of it, he gets so cocky.
  • his winning smirk is priceless.
  • tries to teach zen his ways despite being mocked because he’s got a forgiving and generous soul.

Jaehee

  • feels awkward at first because she doesn’t want to be there?? with her boss?? may god have mercy on her soul.
  • her ball falls in the gutter a few times, she’s so awkward and people are staring oh god it’s kind of a her-first-RFA-party situation all over again.
  • after warming up a little and getting used to it, though… oh boy.
  • she’s enjoying this.
  • aces every shot.
  • everyone’s scared.
  • no one can defeat her, unbeatable, she’s queen.
  • stress? what is stress? stress is for the weak, stress has finally left her sacred body and she’s finally reached that mental peace she’s yearned for years.
  • is so into it she almost calls jumin a sucker.
  • honey, you’re on the same team.

V

  • is not very good at it.
  • doesn’t even care.
  • to be honest he’s just there to have a good laugh.
  • puts the minimal effort when it’s his turn, prefers sitting in the back to enjoy the show because everyone is so goddamn Extra, all he’s missing is some popcorn.
  • part of him is happy to see them bonding and having fun though.
  • cheers for ALL of them like a proud dad no matter their final result.
  • gets yelled at because hE IS NOT SUPPOSED TO CHEER FOR THE OPPOSITE TEAM.
  • “goddamn it, v” that was yoosung.
  • laughs and shakes his head because he’s grown so accustomed to his people and their usual bullshit, after all that’s why he loves them all.
I Have a Very Specific Skill Set (Matt Murdock x reader)

Request: Could you please write a Matt Murdock x reader fic where the reader is working with a crime boss to make ends meet and she ends up fighting Matt, who tries to convince her to leave the criminal life. She’s reluctant because it’s hard to find good work with her skill set. Maybe with some flirtatious tension between the two as they fight? :)

“Fog!  I’m gonna run out for coffee!” Matt called across their small shared law office, hurrying towards the door before his partner could object.  The heat from the city streets was filling the room, and the sound of fans that did nothing more than circulate it were drowning out his voice.  He should have known better than for that to be enough to help, because in an office this size, there was no getting away without hassle if Foggy’s bullshit radar had been triggered.

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“Mount Fuji.” Harry answers smugly – he was the one who named him, and Y/N looks over to him with the fondest eyes he’s ever seen.

“Mount Fuji? That just made him even cuter!” She all but whines, looking down at the dog seriously, “I will give all my love to you.”

Harry slides off the barstool, walking over and crouching down besides the two of them, “Y'know usually he doesn’t like strangers. Think you might be some sorta dog whisperer.”

Y/N looks over to him, but there’s no witty quips at her mouth, only smiling at him with the softest gaze he’s ever seen her have, eyes filled with so much unadulterated love for this Pug and it makes his heart swell with warmth.

Harry vows that one day, he’s going to get her to look at him like that.

or

Harry is on the football team and Y/N steals a dog

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things have changed for me

This is nowhere near as good as the perfection from @jiilys and @alrightpotter but this was still super fun to write.


James Potter to but does Buzzfeed know which friends character it is in five random questions: approximately how many jelly beans are too many

James Potter: because I bought all of the bags in the store

Sirius Black: enough to fill a car?

James Potter: I think it’ll be enough to fill Claire

Sirius Black: “riding claire” wasn’t even funny the first time prongs

Remus Lupin: wouldn’t it be “riding in claire”??

Sirius Black: #exposed

James Potter: #blocked


Peter Pettigrew to i’m lizzie bennet and sirius black is way hotter than darcy: I don’t think this is going to work

Peter Pettigrew: and even if it does, will people even watch it?

Sirius Black: people watched it on the middle

Remus Lupin: you’re the only person on earth who watches the middle

James Potter: does anyone even watch our regular videos

Peter Pettigrew: true

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anonymous asked:

Why is Liam so underrated? :/ www(.)billboard(.)com/articles/columns/pop/7743445/one-direction-solo-albums-poll-vote

Hi friend,

I KNOW I have been sitting on this ask since forever but I’ll be honest, at first, I kept responding to this and then kept retracting and, repeat. The text always ended up in verbiage. Anyway, since you’ve sent me this link, it’s good to know that Liam’s been in the lead for quite a few days and currently I am not sure of who stands where since there is fluctuation, as there should be, but Liam’s definitely holding decent in the polls. 

Addressing the topic at hand, when I see people under-appreciating Liam even today, I go all

I’ve pondered a little over this, and I think the main reason Liam usually gets unfairly sidelined could be assigned to one and/or more of the following reasons:

1. Liam’s narrative. Right from the early days, Liam was pinned as the responsible one. For the record, I don’t know why it’s deemed as an undesirable trait because it is not. I always say this and I’ll say it again, Liam is truly magnificent because not only is he A+ in almost everything, he also makes me want to be a better version of myself. I honestly wish I had these inherent leadership traits that Liam possesses. Do you know how often my lecturers stress the importance of leadership values and responsible behavior in the real world? That Liam is naturally capable of maneuvering stressful situations and making them bearable, not only for the boys but also the fans, by and large, is a very very admirable attribute. Like, even in his interview with Rollacoaster, that quote about him taking over because he wanted the other boys to have the moment? WHEN WILL YOUR FAVE EVER, LIKE LITERALLY? 

However, somehow he even got tagged as boring and dumb along the way – neither of which holds true, lmao. People judge Liam’s intellect and wisdom on the basis of his typing style on Twitter, even as they keysmash on tumblr to express excitement? Liam has been handling all the paperwork and business obligations for a while now. Liam ALSO has been co-writing the songs with Louis. Liam’s interviews with 1D have always been funny and entertaining. Liam has excellent presence of mind and is quite spontaneous as was obvious during 1DDay. He undoubtedly hosted the show sooo well. I mean, the list is endless.

Liam’s humour is so sassy, snarky and sometimes the driest, and I love it? He also oscillates between being extremely dorky and throwing incisive shade, haha. I dunno how it gets over the heads of so many, ahem, smart fans. Then again, that the beauty. Imagine getting playfully dragged by Liam… AAAH! (whichever drag you thought of is the correct answer)

2. Liam’s position in the band, musically. Now, I know this is a continual debate and obviously everyone is going to fight on who is the best off 1D, and obviously everyone would choose their fave, but I’m willing to fight anyone who dares call Liam’s voice “boring” or any of the illogical things they come up with. I bet you these are the very people who go all 2+2 = Europe, I mean???

Liam has always been the fulcrum of the band. There is no questioning one’s choice and likes and preferences but if you describe Liam as someone who doesn’t have superior talent, my dude, my bro, my mate…. Carry on with the delusions, I guess. 

Liam’s voice is a treasure, Liam is one of the strongest yet one of the most underrated Baritones in music today. That has a lot to do with his branding whilst in 1D. Now, in no means am I an expert and I don’t claim to be one either, but it hardly takes rocket science to discern that One Direction’s sound was structured around everyone’s voices but Liam’s, or at best, the least around him. I once read a post and I wish I could find it so I’d link it here. It essentially points out how it is worth considering that we never got to listen to Liam hit the same notes as he did during his second audition at the X Factor. Hmm, wonder why….. 

There’s been a lot of fuckery involving the solo duration, with Liam’s verses regressing in duration, but that’s not all. Liam had less time on melodies and more on harmonies (specifically backing harmonies) and that’s probably another reason as to why if you listen to the songs clearly, Liam is doing a lot – in most of the songs – but you hardly ever register that because that’s exactly what the intent is: to render his backing harmonies as backing harmonies. There’s hardly any emphasis on his net contribution to every track. 

Then there’s this huge issue with the fandom and the songwriting and crediting all of the Lilo songs to Louis. I get that Liam himself acknowledges Louis as a very creative co-songwriter and I am not taking that away from our Tommo, never. But all these lines that the fandom cry and fond over and sing praises for? What if those were created by Liam and not Louis? This fandom is so repulsive, lmao. 

Coming back to 1D’s production, how often do you come across pop artists who sound better live than they do on edited polished pieces of recorded studio version? I hardly do. I personally believe Liam has that beautiful voice that no studio recorded version could do absolute justice to and yes, the real sparks of goosebumps prickle your skin fully when you listen to Liam live, yet there’s something deeply wrong if Liam hits all those brilliant notes by improvising on stage and yet hardly gets the chance to do it on the album. I think this is why I personally cherish Never Enough, it’s the closest we’ve come, really. 

3. The fandom and the various sects. There is no denying that there is abject inequality with the way the boys are treated within the fandom, by their so called fans, and this reflects in the way the media handles the boys, too.

I distinctly recall when a year back when I was just venturing into the fandom, I was hardly what you’d call a fan. I saw the BBMA video where Liam dedicates the award to Zayn, the comments were inundated on how Liam didn’t have to be “Extra” and the others went on and on about how all of 1D are so sweet, thanking Zayn and all. I posted a comment chiding the fans because, honestly, what even? NOT ALL BOYS, ONLY LIAM. Smh.

The sooner people stop this imbalance wherein they pounce on Liam for every slip up and credit all the boys for something wonderful that Liam independently is responsible for, the better, tbh. I love all 5, but no, some great things are all Liam’s doing and that needs to be highlighted, tbh.

There’s also probably something to do with how Liam is always expressing his happiness and concern so openly that gets the fans to react the way they do, I suppose? I don’t know how valid a reason this is with how people have been absolutely repugnant, but that’s also something, I guess.

Liam Payne is one of my most favourite people in the Universe and I know I hardly know him, but I think at the core of it, Liam’s true earnest self emanates in specks and flashes and if you’ve managed to capture that, you’d know Liam is a gem. 

P.S. This did end up in absolute verbiage, I am sorry…..

so-hye  asked:

University au : rfa and MC studying together for finals ( they are not dating but they have a crush on her) thanks!

YAH OKAY i love uni AU so much :3

~femC

Yoosung

  • suggesting a study group was how he broke the ice
  • but he also kind of forgot that a study group has more than two people
  • and he neglected to include any other of his classmates in this “study group”
  • so when MC shows up at his apartment and they’re the only two there, he explains by clumsily stuttering
  • “oh, ah, haha they all canceled on me! lame, right?”
  • and he laughs nervously and rubs the back of his neck
  • he spent a lot of time studying before the studying so he would seem smart in front of MC
  • but then she was like “at this rate, we’ll only need to study for half an hour!”
  • Yoosung has suddenly forgotten everything he has ever learned
  • not only is he playing dumb, he’s also just insanely nervous and distracted and wont stop giggling
  • they meet up a few times and as he gets more comfortable around her he actually starts to learn
  • as soon as he finds out his grade he calls her
  • “MC, good news! i passed the final with a B!”
  • “dude, nice! i’m about to check my grade too”
  • “i bet you passed with an even higher grade than me”
  • “haha…”
  • “hey, Yoosung…can i ask you something?”
  • “yea, of course! whats up?”
  • “there was never any study group, was there?”
  • “alright, you got me”

Zen

  • he asked MC over to his place to “study”
  • and he thought they were both on the same page: this was more of a date than it was a study session
  • but MC was NOT under that impression at all
  • she really showed up at his door with her backpack, laptop, and three different text books and Zen was like “oh…yea…studying”
  • he’s caught off guard and NOT prepared to study at all
  • “okay Zen, whats the quadratic formula?”
  • “uhh…”
  • he writes i < 3u
  • MC laughs and is like “not even close”
  • he just continues to flirt with her while she tries to prepare him for the exam
  • she doesnt even care because its adorable and flattering
  • Zen actually studies really hard for his exams
  • just not when MC is around
  • they both study separately because they know that when they get together, it quickly turns from studying to Zen flirting and MC blushing and giggling
  • so in the end they study all the time, just never when they say they’ll actually study

Jaehee

  • she needs a study partner because she has fallen asleep on her text books one too many times
  • and MC seemed really sweet and smart, so she just decided to ask her if she needed someone to study with for the final
  • thank god she said yes
  • alright, finally! Jaehee can focus on studying and actually get some work done!!!!
  • only Jaehee soon realizes that its impossible for her to focus around MC
  • she doesnt even understand why ????
  • its just like, whenever MC is there Jaehee cant think straight
  • her brain gets all jumbled and she forgets simple things
  • its so frustrating and it makes Jaehee feel like she isnt prepared for the exam at all
  • she just can figure it out
  • why cant she focus?
  • it doesnt hit her until Jaehee is literally in the middle of taking her final
  • whats the name of that famous essay, again? i swear MC went over it but all i remember is…
  • oh….i have a crush on her

Jumin

  • it frustrates Jumin so much to see students just…talking to each other
  • he’s really interested in MC but he cant figure out the right way to start a conversation
  • he’s tried so many times but it always comes out weird and awkward and 
  • ugh
  • “i’m totally gonna fail this exam”
  • Jumin was surprised to hear MC talking to HIM first
  • okay, you got this
  • “oh,  im great at physics. i can help you”
  • “really? that would be great! just give me your number and we can meet up this weekend”
  • nice, i got her number!!!!
  • and….i also told her i was good at physics…
  • Jumin has like 3 days to teach himself how to be good at physics so that he can actually help MC
  • he works so hard but boy, does it pay off
  • he thinks MC looks so cute when she’s listening to him explain general relativity
  • he’ll finish teaching her something and then be like “oh, do you know about…”
  • usually the answer is no, so he gets to be with her longer
  • learning physics is the best thing he’s ever done

707

  • study session?
  • more like: shove pencils up your nose and try to make the cute girl sitting across from you laugh
  • they never get any studying done, but unlike Zen/MC, they dont study when they’re apart, either
  • Seven and MC will be sharing a bag of chips while they quiz each other on vocabulary
  • “alright, what happens when hydrothermal-”
  • “wanna have a chip eating contest?”
  • “i thought youd never ask”
  • or
  • “which conference in 1976 decided the-”
  • “i think its adoption day today at the pet store, wanna go play with the cats?”
  • “um, hell yea”
  • or
  • “hey Seven, wanna study for the exam today?”
  • “not really, but i kinda wanna play a 50 round game of mario party with the computer settings on hard”
  • “oh, alright we can do that instead”
  • they legit cannot study together like, they have to be separated
  • Jaehee will probably study with Seven and the whole time he whines about how much he misses MC
  • and Zen would study with MC while she complains that Seven is a way “funner” study partner

THANKS FOR READING!!!! I LOVE UNI AU SO I HOPE YOU ALL LOVE IT TOO!

The Foxhole Court, Chapter 14 – Ohana Means Family (And Family Means No One Gets Left Behind Or Murd– Oh).

In which we are treated to part 2 of Fun Suspicious Club Times, Andreil has Important Moments™, Nicky has thoughts on family, and I have all the feels. Guest starring: Murder!

Sounds good? Then it’s time for Nicki to read – and finish – The Foxhole Court.

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Who’s a Pretty Boy? (Sam Wilson x reader)

Sam sat in the waiting room of your dentist’s office patiently, though cringing at the sounds of drills boring into teeth in the rooms behind him, and coughing away the harsh scent of antiseptic that filled his nostrils and stung at his throat.  He hated dental offices as much as Steve hated doctors, but when you had asked him to come with you to this appointment, you had such a pleading look in your eyes that he couldn’t say no despite his better judgement.

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(Translation) Koibito vs. Nijigen vol. 1

恋人 vs. 二次元 第1巻「オタク彼女の場合」(R18!! Please proceed only if you’re above 18!)

CV. Murata Taishi


T/N: commissioned! one of my favorite CDs EVER, i love this cd ASDASDHDAF!! i swear every 5 seconds i end up laughing like a damn seal!! lmao like. every damn line is a grim nostalgic reminder of hisayuki and i. can’t. fucking. take it.

actually, you can see how much i enjoy translating this cd because. y’know. you can just see it. sorry. i’m guilty.

honestly when i heard of this cd i was 101% HYPE but ngl also hiding 0.2% of uncertainty because face it, it could be either comedy or, yan. i mean yeah, the cover doesn’t seem yan but i’m sure those who have been a loyal customer of the otome cd industry like ri and chi yes this is a callout post for both of u :♥ would advise, don’t judge a cd by its cover or synopsis… unless it’s kuroi yume

ok for reals before i make things worse, let’s jump ahead to the cd and enjoy this totally embarrassing piece of adorable cupcake made of 100% organic cutes and pures. srsly he’s so good @ milky chain pls make a sequel for this series…pls… i will sacrifice my firstborn and my left asscheek pls pls pls


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