there are up sides to being an adult

I know everyone is rl worried about Supergirl writers turning Lena Luthor evil after that super shady chess scene but I’d like to offer an alternative explanation.
See, when we see Lena playing chess against her brother Lex, she’s actually playing as the white set. Which as we know, symbolically represents the “light” side”.

This foreshadows Lex and Lena being on opposing sides of the battle of good v evil as adults. Lex on the side of dark and Lena the side of light. Not only that, but the piece she uses to move into checkmate?

THE KNIGHT. Which as you may remember, moves in an L pattern. Knights are also symbolic of nobility, courage and honor. A white knight is a saviour. I think it’s highly unlikely to be coincidence that it was the knight that Lena used to defeat Lex. When Lena is in her office after Kara leaves, she picks up that same piece in contemplation.

Lena is looking back on that chess game she had with Lex all those years ago, where she defeated him using the white knight. I think this strongly suggests that Lena herself is the white knight, rather than it being Kara as initial interpretations might suggest.

Instead of this being a “muhahaha, I’m actually an evil mastermind” moment, it symbolises her coming battle against the forces of evil (aka Lillian Luthor). She’s smart and resourceful and she defeated them once,she can do it again. She’s not evil, she’s just an extra ho who is planning to wreck Lillian’s shit.

At least this is what I’m hoping b/c honestly it would be terrible writing at this point to build up a narrative of “it’s not your origin or your genetics that make you, it’s your choices” (mon-el, m’gann), only to destroy it by making Lena evil all along.

@lesbianlena

kilometri-and-co  asked:

My favorite levi trope is that he loves cats because i love cats and i love people being nice to cats and feeding them.

The vet nurse was cute.

He wore scrubs covered in colourful little cartoon animals and his sneakers were lime green. He cradled cats with both arms, staring deep into their eyes as he carried a one-sided conversation with all the gravity and solemnity of a conversation between adults. He didn’t make his voice higher or speak adorable nonsense. He picked them up and asked them, by name, how they were feeling. He nodded, his sombre expression made more so by the frown that would crease his brow.

“I heard, Grandpa, you had another belly ache.”

Grandpa slowly reached up one paw and placed it gently on ‘My Name Is Levi!’s chin. The vet nurse nodded, thin lips puckered in thought.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

Levi looked at Eren and it was amazing how his expression didn’t exactly change but there was something else that shifted in his countenance. Something that went from the subtle familiarity with which he handled Grandpa to a sort of deadpan surprise.

“You’re not Mikasa.”

“No, um.” Eren wrung his beanie in his hands. “She’s on vacation. I’m pet-sitting.” He looked nervously at Grandpa who had his paws curled against his chest. He looked at Eren almost accusingly with big yellow eyes. You did this to me, they seemed to say. There will be a reckoning.

“What happened.” Levi didn’t pose it like a question. He said it like it didn’t matter; he wouldn’t believe whatever nonsense Eren came up with anyway, he’d figure it out soon enough. He said it like he was on Grandpa’s side already. Eren felt ridiculous. More than the early drive to the vet and Mikasa’s inevitable wrath, he resented Grandpa for making the cute vet nurse look at him like he was the world’s biggest idiot.

“He’s an indoor cat—“

“I know.”

“Right.” Eren looked down at his feet. Levi’s stare was unwavering. “He ran out last night while I was putting out the garbage. I think he ate something weird.”

The vet nurse sighed. He shook Grandpa a little in his arms. A gentle reprimand.

“You, sir, know better.”

“I’m sorry. God, Mikasa is going to kill me.”

“This happens more often than you think,” Levi said. He looked up at Eren with an arched eyebrow. “Boyfriend?”

Eren looked at him, startled by the bluntness.

“No, I’m single.”

Levi’s eyes widened and Eren only then realised his mistake.

“Ah!” They stared at each other, Eren in mortification and Levi in shock. “Ah! No! Yes – I mean no! She’s my sister!”

Eren felt him shrink in on himself. The butterflies in his belly turned into a flight of kamikaze’s plummeting devastatingly into his gut.

Then Levi smiled.

Just a faint upward tilt to the corner of his lips. His eyes were laughing, though, and now he was actually looking at Eren properly.

“You’re Eren, right? Mikasa’s mentioned you before.”

“…Really?” To her vet nurse? “Why?”

Levi looked down at Grandpa and Eren had the nagging suspicion he was avoiding Eren’s eye.

“You should ask her.”


“Hello?”

“You scheming cow.”

Hi, Eren,” Mikasa’s tinny voice said sweetly through the receiver. “The holiday’s going great, thanks for asking! How are you?”

“I panicked! I thought I’d killed Grandpa!”

“Arsenic couldn’t kill that dumb cat. He’s just a dramatic old shit who’s just senile enough to enjoy visiting the vet. Did you meet Levi?” And Eren could tell by the smug edge to her tone she knew everything already.

“I hate you. I’m never cat-sitting again. That was mortifying, I’ll never live this down.”

“No, bud, you owe me. When’s the date?”

Eren sighed.

“Next Wednesday.”

NHL!Bitty, Part VII - Cup Series: PVD vs SEA

Received an anonymous ask requesting Jack and Bitty playing each other for the cup and it turned into the Bittles and Zimmermanns dealing with the grim reality that they will have to chose sides in a big way. 

In which Alicia is intense, Suzanne is offended, and Bob is just tired.

(Part VI - The Code)


About ten minutes after the Falconers clinch the Eastern Conference title - when Jack is done with his interviews and off the showers - Coach mutes the 70″ television in the Zimmermann’s media room and sucks in a rough breath. 

“So, how ‘bout that? Our boys, facing off in the final.”

It’s not like they didn’t all know this was a possibility: the Falconers this season’s defending champions after the Schooners were dethroned the year prior; but suddenly the what-if scenario they’ve all hypothetically debated for so long is real and looming.

“Well, clearly we’ll support them both,” Alicia placates. “I mean, thank goodness they both already have rings so it won’t be as painful when the Falconers take the title-”

In a heartbeat, the atmosphere cools, and Suzanne coughs politely before scooting away from Alicia’s side of the couch. 

It might as well be a declaration of war.

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littles are a LOT of work. my Daddy will be the first to tell anyone that being in charge of a little is no easy task. i often throw tantrums. i am extremely sensitive. i crave all of His attention. i need a lot of discipline, rules, and boundaries. There is nothing worse than being little and having to take on the world alone with no clear direction. With pre-set rules and boundaries, i feel safe and loved. i never have to question “should i” or “shouldn’t i”, because if there isn’t a rule for it, i just consult with Daddy and He takes care of it.

It sounds so easy and perfect, but what about when your Daddy doesn’t enforce pre-set rules? What if punishments should be given but your Daddy has gotten lazy? What if your Daddy doesn’t want to play with you or treat you like the little you are? What if your Daddy falls into a vanilla state of mind and forgets His job? Every Daddy gets distracted at some point and when He does a little feels lost and helpless and can act out in lots of different ways.

An easy option for a little  is to rebel and try and get your Daddy’s attention. you throw fits at random things that you really don’t care about. you do annoying things just to get Him to notice you. you act out and be naughty in public. you wear clothes you know your Daddy won’t like or approve of. you do just about anything to get His attention.

Another option is to shut down and hide your little side. you don’t let her out to play or laugh. you stop using your favorite special “little” things, like your stuffies, binky or blankie. you start being the one to protect her feelings and be the “adult” in the relationship. you start to pretend His attention isn’t needed or important . you start to think maybe if you ignore yourself and Him that He will get the hint.

Both options have their downfalls, with one you might end up with a stressed out Daddy who doesn’t want to be around his naughty little, which He then begins to shut her out and the other you hide a key part of yourself away and you begin feeling trapped and depressed and He could think you don’t want to be His or a little.

It is always the best option to just talk with your Daddy. It is highly recommended to NEVER try to talk to your Daddy about something important like this when He is tired, overly stressed from the day, busy with something important like work, angry at you, or having his relax time right after getting home. you should come to Him calmly and respectfully. He will appreciate it and be more open to hearing what you have to say. Try to be straight to the point and try not to drop hints. Daddies like to have things straight forward. It is also important not to expect an instant answer or fix. Give your Daddy time to problem solve and think through what you have talked about. i promise you will get a better result than if you try to pressure Him or attack Him into answering or fixing things in one conversation.

you should try to remember that Daddies have a lot of responsibilities. They get very busy problem solving everything in their day; work, bills, social issues, family, and you. They need your openness and honesty when there is an issue. Never try to hide it from them hoping They will see the error of their ways or that they are hurting you. They are much too busy to look for “hints”. Being honest and open should be at the top of every D/s relationship.

Now Daddies this is for You…

Please always give Your little clear rules, boundaries, and expectations. she desperately wants to please You. she is probably willing to do almost anything to make You happy. It is exhausting and intimidating for a little to try and come up with the rules herself. she is left wondering if she is doing things right, second guessing herself, and completely stressing out trying to make You proud of her. It is important to always give Your little room to grow, but if she misbehaves she needs, wants, and craves Your correction and punishment.

It isn’t easy being a little in a great big scary world. Knowing she is pleasing her Daddy will take loads of stress off of her and allow her to be her true self. she wants to submit and be Your “good girl”, but she also wants to know there are limits. Trust me she will test them, a lot and often. Just know that that is natural for her to do. she is just learning, growing, and making sure Daddy is going to be there for the good and the bad. That He is there to put her back in line. That He cares enough to teach her.

Be a persistent strong-minded Daddy and give  Your little rules. Have fun with it. Any desire or fantasy Your have for what You want from her is Yours for the taking. Tell her how to dress and what style pleases You. Tell her how to eat and exercise so she can stay beautiful for You. Pick her polish color and make sure she keeps manicured and clean shaven for You. (You should be sure to provide her with an allowance to buy the kind of clothing You like and to get her nails and hair done. Better yet take her to do those things! It will make her feel special having her Daddy tell the stylist what she wants!) Give her a bedtime, (even if she screams and moans) in the long run Your little will feel protected and loved. Always make sure to cuddle her and play with her hair while she falls asleep and don’t forget to read her a story. Give Your little chores around Your house. Make her wait to eat until You have taken the first bite. There are so many options i could go on forever.

Incentivize following Your rules (even though having rules is a gift in itself). Making it a game will show a deeper sense of love for her. You can give her stickers on a chart to fill up (100 stars gets a gift card). Or little gifts to make her squeal! Make sure You tell her it’s because she did x, y, or z. Giving her rules will show her how much You care and it will give her clear direction on how to please the most important person in her little world… her Daddy!

Daddies just don’t be lazy and get lost in the stress of everyday life. Having a little is a gift most men could only dream of owning. she is your perfect little property. Put in the work and show her how special she is. Give her lots of kisses, cuddles, hugs, and spankings. littles please obey your Daddies. They always know best and They are one of the people in your life (or the only one) that excepts you as you are. It is a gift to live life as a little.

this one goes out to all the blithering self-righteous crapspouts who think my opinions on hitting children, spying on children, or adults’ responsibility to respect children’s rights and human dignity generally will change when I “grow up” or become a parent myself.

I’m 30 years old. my understanding of the fact that children’s rights are not determined by parents has never been stronger than it is today. shut up.

I study and teach on children’s rights for a living. I have graduate degrees in childhood studies and psychology. in case this isn’t clear, that means I know more than you do. being an adult doesn’t make you an authority. putting years of hard bloody work put into becoming an expert does. shut up.

whether or not I have kids of my own doesn’t matter, because being a parent makes you an expert on children’s rights in pretty much the same way being a man makes you an expert on feminism (as in, it doesn’t, at all). but regardless, no, I’m not a parent. I have, on the other hand, been a teacher, a tutor, a nanny, a camp supervisor, a legal advocate, and in one instance, the temporary guardian/person solely responsible for a group of kids going through serious trauma as a result of parental abuse and an ongoing custody/CPS battle. through all of it I’ve managed not to be a shitty human being who treats people like they don’t deserve the same basic dignity and respect I demand from others. the fact that you can’t handle responsibility without turning tyrannical doesn’t mean others have the same failing. shut up.

even if younger people’s views were automatically different from yours, that wouldn’t make them less important. that would make your views less important. children are the highest authority on whether or not something you’re doing to them is disrespectful or wrong. claiming that being a child means your view of how adults treat you can automatically be discounted is gross and abusive in itself. it’s gaslighting in the extreme. shut up.

finally, there are plenty of people your age who are capable of understanding that what you’re doing is wrong, and you do not get to lump us in with you and claim us as allies. that’s the same as the goddamn “it’s just locker room talk all guys do it” defense. I’m an adult, and I’m not on your side. plenty of adults - plenty of parents - are not on your side.

shut. the hell. up.

Not Being Okay

There are days where I just feel like laying in bed and watching my ceiling. My cats snuggled up against my side. I’m content with doing just that most days. But I need to be an adult, get out of bed, and get shit done. It’s perfectly okay to NOT BE OKAY. That’s what it means to be human.

I want to hurry and make my dreams a reality so that I have enough time and money to lay in bed and do nothing at all. #introvertlifegoals

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Easter Egg in Revali's Flap

I started rewatching some of Link’s memories and found something really interesting!

In the second memory, Revali’s Flap, there’s a brief moment where the camera turns around and pans the scene as Revali scoffs at the idea of being Link’s side kick. Pardon my taking a photo of my own screenshot, but take a look:

Here we can see a few generic-looking dark crimson-colored Rito in the background, all adults– two are talking off to the right while another is up on a ledge to the left. Those are in the scene to start. But for a VERY brief moment, another Rito appears on screen!

A little blue Rito child is shown running through, ascending the village. This looks like Cree, one of Kass’s daughters, but seeing as how this is taking place 100 years ago, that can’t possibly be the case.

I think this is supposed to be baby Kass! Or if Rito have lifespans closer to actual birds, this could possibly be one of his parents. Either way, it’s a nice touch!

anonymous asked:

to kind of go off the break up post, could you write headcanons for the rfa + v and saeran who had their heart broken fairly recently by their ex, but they meet mc and she helps them get over their exes and heal their wounds ??

☆ ̄(>。☆)


Jumin

- It was so hard for him to trust anyone, let alone women.

- All the women he knew now were just wanting him for his money. Maybe a few for his looks, but nothing for him. They never tried to get to know him, just assumed from rumors or press.

- He didn’t want them to know him.

- He hated having lunch with his father when a new woman was hanging around with him. Kissing in front of him, saying weirdly flirtatious things that should just be reserved for his father, if anyone.

- He hated, hated, hated, when his father left the women with him while he went somewhere else for a moment. His blood would freeze, his heart would threaten to burst out of his damn chest as he waited for what they would say, what they would do.

- Gross comment about his single life, once or twice an inappropriate pass. If they tried touching him he was gone, running home like a scared child.

-He’d lock himself in his penthouse, his bedroom, struggling to calm down with Elizabeth 3rd in his arms.

- The women were worse when he was a child, and he never understood that. Never understood why the memories would attack him so harshly each time his father had a new girlfriend. 

- Was he scared? Scared of the women trying to advance sexually towards him? But he was an adult, he could say no.

- When you started showing affection towards him, he was scared. He was so scared. He would never admit it. He wasn’t supposed to have such feelings. That’s what everyone had told him as he grew up.

- But you prompted him to share emotions, just like Rika did.

- Rika who teased him with relationship possibilities, who teased treating him right.

- Rika, who nearly drove him and his best friend away from each other with her sneakiness.

- As far as he knew, V never found out about the way she mused her and Jumin being together. But he was so scared V somehow resented him for her musings. 

- He didn’t want to lose the only friend he had. He didn’t want you to mess up his life, to give him more nightmares and threads.

- But you were so much kinder. More willing to listen, more willing to let him work through his emotions rather than forcing him to show them. He didn’t know how, but he was slowly losing his threads.

- When the two of you officially got together, about a month later, he finally opened up about what happened to him. When you cried, but still did your best supporting him and offering any way to help, that’s when he knew he never had to be scared of you.

Zen

- He could be anyone. Knight in shining armour? Badass punk? He could and would do it. Playing the big brother to make a friend happy? Playing the romantic fool to get the girl?

- He’s done it, and he would do it again.

- He grew up being told how he wasn’t good enough, how he would never be good enough. Since he was blessed with the skill of acting, why not use that to his advantage?

- Had he used his skill for romance? Certainly. To woo a certain girl or two? Yep.

- But each relationship would always fail, always, because he would end up heartbroken when they saw through the ruse.

- Saw how pathetic he was.

- No one could love him for himself. Not his fans, not Jaehee, not anyone.

- So when you started flirting back with him, he was scared and excited. So excited because he would finally be given the attention he craved so much, the sweetness he wanted to hoard to himself.

- But scared because he knew you would leave him once he couldn’t keep the rude up forever.

- He thought you were attach him to certain roles he did, expect him to act like ___ from the ____ play. 

- But you never watched his stuff? He was a little offended but…He was still excited. Did this mean he didn’t have to act for you?

- He didn’t count on it. But when you met him and kept asking about his past, about himself, and not his career, he was just…So happy. He kept it hidden, and kept it safe, but he was so happy.

- As the relationship progressed, and you started becoming close to him for who he really was, he just couldn’t describe how thankful he was to have met someone like you.

- Someone who could appreciate him for himself, to make him feel less pathetic, less disgusting.

- Without any acting, he was finally good enough for someone. He didn’t care if it was just one person, as long as that person was you.

Jaehee

- Romance was difficult.

- She didn’t have the time, the emotional range half the time. She couldn’t waste her energy on it.

- Since her parents left, she was constantly having to prove herself, take care of herself, be the best that she could be to be able to support herself.

- The first time someone confessed to her, she had no idea what do to other than thank them. It never progressed further than that.

- But after some mocking, the next time someone confessed she accepted it.

- Usually couples were able to support each other, right? They were able to help each other and be there emotionally, right?

- How come she could never open up to any of them? Share her feelings, the depression eating her up inside, the constant weight she had on her shoulders. Why was it so difficult?

- Her first relationship was a failure. The second was only slightly better.

- They were older, able to explore the more adult sides of a relationship. But she never would expect she would be taken advantage of sexually, rather than emotionally.

- She was just…bland. There were others so much better looking than her. She didn’t understand how she was just being used as some plaything.

- That relationship didn’t last long. Long enough to leave scars, but not long enough to make new ones.

- When you came along, started supporting her, she was so conflicted. You were so much nicer than everyone else, so much kinder, willing to talk to her about her interests rather than blow them away.

- You were wanting to be friends?

- But her emotions felt deeper than friendship. She couldn’t place them, she didn’t know how to because she didn’t want to compare her feelings to her past failed relationships.

- One night after the two of you had closed down the shop one night, you both had a strange very late discussion. For some reason the early hours of the morning made her open up more.

- For some reason she mentioned her past relationships.

- When you hugged her and kissed her cheek, explaining none of it was her fault, she cried for the first time in years.

Yoosung

- He never counted the first girl he had been with as his girlfriend, and luckily no one ever found out about it.

- It was just some girl on the same sever as him. They ended up privately talking and they found out they went to the same school.

- It didn’t take long for them to find each other, start trying to hang out, start becoming closer.

- But it was going so fast. He wasn’t ready like she was, he wasn’t ready for something so serious; not when he wasn’t even sure of his own feelings.

- The casual hangouts turned into her flirting with him, belittling him for not having a lot of experience, egging him on to try to be flirtatious with her.

- And if he tried she would just always laugh at him.

- Somehow, he didn’t even know how, but he started having feelings for her. But he couldn’t place it as love, or lust, just wanting to prove himself, prove that he wasn’t such a child like she insisted.

- One night she promised a relationship. He didn’t know how to react, but she reacted for him, dragging him into a make-out.

- She was gross, so so gross. Saliva was everywhere, she wouldn’t stop rubbing against him, and he just couldn’t think right.

- Wasn’t it supposed to feel better? Wasn’t he supposed to be happy.

- The day after she tossed him aside, and he never spoke about her. Acted like that never happened. He didn’t want to remember it.

- When you started showing feelings towards him, he was so excited! You were a good person, you were almost like Rika! Not selfish like that one girl.

- But he was so scared, so nervous. The last time he jumped into his emotions, he ended up getting so hurt.

- The first night the two of you were alone, he was so scared. He was so scared of hormones and the strained teasing of heavy petting. He didn’t want to think of her, but he couldn’t help it.

- But you didn’t try to take advantage of him. You just wanted to hug, innocently cuddle, dote on him and try to help take care of him.

- You were so warm and kind, so calming. It was so hard letting you go back home that night, but he was glad the next day when he woke up to loving texts from you.

- One day he might open up about that girl, but you were already thousands better than her, and he was becoming less scared by the second. 

Seven

- He wasn’t supposed to have feelings for anyone. His agency taught him that early on, taught him to kill such ridiculous emotions.

- But, hey, maybe he could give Zen a run for his money with his acting skills, because the agency thought he had killed his emotions.

- And for a while, it was easy to believe such rules. Never get attached, never get crushes, just life fast and pray you finish the mission.

- He needed to focus on helping his brother, anyway, right? Finding him? He didn’t deserve happiness until that.

- One undercover mission had him pretending to be the new bodyguard of a woman while tracking information for the agency. It wasn’t a quickie, either. He had to be there for a few weeks- nearly a whole month.

- And during that time, her silly jokes caught up to him, her flirtatious nature making him unable to sleep at night.

- As the mission drew closer to an end, he found himself more and more captured by her.

- She even cried and held him tight the day he had to leave, and damn was it hard to let go and pretend there was nothing between them.

- But, being himself and a hacker, he found himself needing to constantly check up on her- Make sure she was safe, make sure the agency hadn’t done any real damage to her.

- During the process, he managed to track down more personal info. Emails, online accounts, text records… Text records of her discussing how easy it was to get the guards to do whatever she wanted, as long as she flirted and pretended she cared about them.

- Well…That was a polite summary.

- He felt like someone had hit him in the gut as he read her cold words.

- Is this why the agency made such rules?

- He was unable to work, unable to think clearly, for ages. Because he was stupid enough to catch feelings for a target.

- So when you came along, of course he pushed you away. Of course he tried making you hate him. Just anything so he didn’t have to feel those emotions again. Just anything.

- But when you stayed, when you put yourself in danger for him, when you helped him with his brother. He couldn’t help it, he couldn’t help but catch feelings.

- And he was scared, but you were willing to do so much for him.

- It didn’t hit him until one rough night with Saeran. Saeran was losing it, his meds not kicking in yet to calm him from his meltdown. During the process, Saeran listed all the godawful reasons he hated him, how he abandoned him.

- He had heard it constantly since his brother moved in, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt.

- He was resting on the couch, trying to calm his racing thoughts when you joined him, wrapping your arms around him and kissing his cheek.

- He didn’t say anything, but somehow you knew exactly what he was feeling, and the right words to help him snap out of it.

- That’s when he realized that no matter how far he pushed you away, you always bounced back still ready to love him and give him your all.

- You even helped him when his brother was like this, even when Saeran screamed at you too.

- It had taken him a while to understand you weren’t going to leave. Not anytime soon.

- And when he did, he pulled you into a hug and didn’t let go for ages.

V

- He couldn’t get over Rika

- He missed the sweet smiles and stabbing pains, he harsh words, the straight out abuse.

- He deserved it. He always deserved it. For never getting her the right help, for never giving her enough. It’s what he deserved for being so pathetic and simple minded.

- The love of his life, and he couldn’t save her from herself.

- He knew it was gross, he knew he should get help, but he thought he should rot in this pit of despairing emotions, letting it suffocate him until all his loved ones left him too. 

- Just like what had happened to her.

- When you came along, he was still wallowing in that pit, drowning and refusing to pull up for air.

- But you helped him despite any weak protests. He wanted this pain, this depression, but he was always too scared to let himself sink down completely.

- You helped him. You helped him get into therapy, helped him learn what medication to take, just something to help him get back on his feet. Something to get him to stop hating himself so much.

- You knew it was going to take ages, possible a few years. But you were willing, you were patient. Because he didn’t deserve this.

- No matter what he did, he couldn’t control her brain. He couldn’t have sacrificed himself to save her, because not even that could have helped.

- When you explained this to him, explained how you were going to stay by his side and help him, that was the first time you ever saw him break down.

- He was openly sobbing, finally being told the words he was so ashamed of thinking of. 

- You held him as he cried, helped him start patching himself back together.

- He missed the feeling of being loved so tenderly, and he was so grateful to have it again.

Saeran

- Everyone knew he had issues. It wasn’t a surprise. He was sure strangers could guess just by a passing glance.

- He couldn’t understand why anyone would love him. He knew Saeyoung did, but that was forced love, wasn’t it? Obligated. No choice. 

- His mother had always told him he was unlovable anyway. Disgusting, weak, pathetic. She told him so often it was hard for him to believe anything else, even so many years later.

- One time he did try to believe otherwise. He tried to think he was capable of being loved. His savior had told him so. She had promised sweet words and affection when he did as she told, and she was the first woman he ever had positive feelings for. The first woman he thought had loved him back. The first woman to share his feelings.

- Only just to watch as she tossed him aside for that blinded fool.

- Therapy was supposed to be helping him through this, but each session he just found himself zoning out more and more, numbly pretending to listen to the advice given. 

- When you came along, helped him and his brother even after all the horrible things he had done, he just… He felt those feelings coming back again. Admiration, love, longing.

- He wanted to hold you in his arms and just whisper words of thanks for letting him feel something again. Something other than pain. Something kind and warm, something that helped eased the nightmares.

- But he was so scared. So fucking scared. He couldn’t handle rejection again, he couldn’t handle another heartbreak, another nightmare.

- Even though he was scared, when you first kissed him he didn’t voice his worries. When you first cuddled with him, helped him with a panic attack, he still swallowed his fears about you.

- It was when he discussed his therapy with you that he finally admitted his feelings. How he was going to disappoint you, how you were just going to toss him away like all the others in his life.

- When you teared up, he finally snapped out of his numbness, his stomach churning.

- But you just slowly opened up about how happy he made you, how much better your life had gotten, how upset you were that he would say such horrible things about himself.

- That was the day he decided to try and treat your relationship more seriously, more romantically.

- Unlike the others, you wanted him. And he wanted you, too.

Never Have I Ever...

AJ Styles x reader smut. 

Summary: AJ finds out that the reader has never had an orgasm, due to a drunken game of never have I ever. And then he has his mind set on changing that as quickly as possible. 

Warnings: smut, profanity?

Authors note: This may be absolute garbage but I really wanted to write this because it’s AJ motherfucking Styles. And I know for sure @llowkeys would very much like anything AJ related so yeah, sorry if it’s terrible honey…

I also wanted to make this so that the reader was quite a bit younger than AJ, I don’t know why but I imagine getting it on with someone older is so much hotter than banging someone your own age or a couple of years older than you. 

Sorry if this is quite a long fic, I ramble when I’m nervous. I am officially exhausted and I needed this fic to be finished, so don’t be shocked if theres some mistakes or if it’s written badly. Plus the fic is long overdue.

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Jughead Jones x Reader Scapegoat

Request:
Reader x jughead where you are there when they take him in and support him through everything lots of love ❤


A/N: Honestly I feel this one was going to be very short only because I can only imagine the scene in episode 7. I know I wasn’t the only one that wanted to punch Sheriff Keller for trying to pin this on Jughead just because “he grew up in the wrong side of the tracks and has a dead beat dad” ooooohhh I wanted to punch him. The name is Jug. Jughead Jones. Also the reader is bit sassier in this imagine.

Words: 1087
Summary: Juggie gets taken in by Sheriff Keller, and Reader gets to see him and comforts him. 

Spoilers: PROTECT JUGHEAD AT ALL COSTS!

Warnings: Jughead crying, like what? No he’s such a happy bean don’t make him cry ever again @ Riverdale Writers.

Fun Fact: Did you know Jellybean, Jughead initials are all FP Jones.
Jughead- Forsythe Pendleton Jones the Third
Jellybean- Forsythia Pendleton Jones


Riverdale the small town that once was the epitome of all that was right in the world. Although growing up, you started seeing Riverdale for what it was, the epitome of everything that was wrong with the world. The police only answered to the Blossoms, The Coopers ran any story they wanted whether it be correct or not. But what shook this town was something much darker.

The story goes, Jason Blossom drowned in Sweetwater River after an early boat ride with his twin Cheryl Blossom. The truth later was revealed that Cheryl was just accompanying her brother across the river so he could escape Riverdale. He was leaving to start a new life with none other than Polly Cooper who was awaiting helplessly for the love of her life not knowing about the murder of the father of her child. Jason’s body was later found with a bullet to the head. There was a murderer out there and no one knew who it was. It could be anyone of the citizens of Riverdale the problem was not finding a needle in the haystack, it was finding a needle in a needle stack.

You, Jughead and Betty took it upon yourselves to try and solve this murder because plenty was being covered up by the adults. Jughead the brooding writer, Betty the innocent, and you the planner.

Finding Intel for this mission was not going to be easy. Trev Brown slipped to Betty that Jason was selling his valuables and drugs. You got close to Cheryl and figured out that things at home, that was a façade, she was miserable and sadly the only one who would stick by her side was now gone. A visit to Polly Cooper in the Sisters of Quiet Mercy a Home for Troubled Youth. We figured out Polly was with child and sadly she didn’t know of about Jason’s murder and that they were planning to run away. There was runaway car with plenty of evidence of a runaway Jason, but just our luck someone burned it.

The theories were endless was it The Blossoms hiring a hit man to rid of the troublemaker son who was tainting their “good” name? Was it Hal Cooper who did not want his daughter with a Blossom because of a long family feud? Did Polly do it after maybe Jason tipping her to her parents so she would be sent away and he could run away alone? Was it Cheryl out of pure jealousy of her brother loving someone else that wasn’t her? Was it Alice Cooper with a grudge to last a lifetime? Was it any football player that couldn’t stand living behind Jason’s quarterback shadow? Even a longshot was it The Lodges claiming their rise at Riverdale? Or the sexual predator Jennifer Gibson who now only answered to Ms. Grundy? Was her sob story correct and her abusive boyfriend found her and mistaken Archie for Jason.

But not even you saw the next events coming up imaginable.

You were talking to Archie by the lockers and Sherriff Keller and Principal Weatherbee escorted your boyfriend Jughead to the police station.

“Call my dad” was all that escaped his mouth and you and Archie nodded.

Archie called his dad, so he could contact FP as you made your way to the police station.

After Sherriff Keller finished speaking to Jughead he let you in, to talk to him.

“I didn’t do it (Y/N)” He claimed as you took a seat across him.

“Of course, I was with you, and I know who you are” you replied while grabbing his hands.

“Those paradise lost kids went to death row because they wore black and they listened to Metallica” He chimed in his wide open trying to hold in tears “I don’t want to be a scapegoat (Y/N)” he continued as a tear escaped and you swiped it with your hand.

“I’m not going to let that happen” you answered as he let out a sigh “all the evidence against you is circumstantial, were going to get you out of here Juggie” you claimed as he squeezed your hands.

“Is my dad even here?” he questioned you with a hope in his eyes.

“Archie’s here” you paused “with his dad, they’re talking to the sheriff” you admitted as he looked down letting go of one of your hands so he could clean up his nose with his jacket and sniffed.

“No one knows where your dad is” you informed Jug as Archie’s dad was fixing things up with the Sherriff and lied about Jughead’s alibi to get him out of there.


“Hey I’m here, and I care and I am not going anywhere Jug” you reassured your boyfriend.

“Thanks (Y/N)” Jughead grabbed your hand and laid a small kiss on it.

“What did Kevin’s dad say to you?” you questioned Jughead and he shifted in his seat.

“Nothing” Jughead muttered.

“C’mon Jug, what is it? You can trust me” you responded.

“He brought up that incident when I was little, the one I told you about, and the fact that Jason and his Goonies bullied me and of course my deadbeat dad as he worded it” he recounted “I am the perfect scapegoat” Jughead continued.

“That Asshole” you retorted “Who does he think he is? Stigmatizing you because of factors that you have no control over” you interjected, the blood in your body boiling.

“Hey, hey calm down, wasn’t it you that said everything was going to be fine” Jughead claimed.

“Well, yeah, but who does he think he’s kidding, he wants a killer, so he’s going to blame someone because of their background, you said it best Jug. We are not our parents, we are who we choose to become” you spoke up as the fire was building up inside of you “You are not getting this pinned on you, I will not let that happen and he-” your rant was interrupted by Sherriff Keller stating that Jughead was free to go.

“You just wasted time on a stereotypical assumption that could’ve been used to actually catch a murderer on the loose” you fired back at Sherriff Keller as Jughead grabbed your wrist taking you away.

“Really (Y/N/N) now you could be a suspect” Jughead pointed out.

“That’ll show him, pining things on my Juggie without any real evidence, plus I have an alibi for July 11” you chimed in as Jughead pulled you in for a hug and placed a kiss on your lips.


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don’t think for a SECOND that i didn’t notice that theme of “the other side” ultimately ended up being about mylene leaving and even features the line “somewhere, far far away,” as a direct reference to the pakoussa mix of “far far away” (the song that ultimately started ALL of this) by misty holloway (mylene’s hero who ended up disappointing her like most of the adults in her life), and that “the other side” symbolizes Mylene coming into her own and serving as her own hero and taking control of her own life 

Comeback

A Seth Rollins one shot

Summary: A barbecue at Roman’s house causes old flames to run into each other. There’s a lot to sort out before they can move forward.

Pairing: Seth Rollins X Reader

Warnings: NSFW later in the story.

As voted by  @wrestlingnoob @caramara3 @heelcharlie
@blondekel77 @panda-girl1999@theholyfallenangel​ @tryingtofindaplaceinthisworld @66psychotic99


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Sneaking- Peter maximoff smut

Word count: 944 Requested: yes Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader Raring: M- SMUT A/N: I’m so sorry it took forever, but here! I know it’s not the best but it’s finally up!

The two had been together for a while now. Almost a year to be exact. The tension between the two was growing stronger as the days went by. Yet, even with being legally adults, the two never got the chance to do anything, let alone be alone together.

Readers POV

    Peter draped his arm over my side as we walked down the hallway of Xavier’s school. “Class treat you well today, babe?” He asked, his Goggles sitting on his head lopsided. I nodded and grinned at the silver haired boy. “Pretty good, Hank decided to set up a new course for us at the end of this semester… It’s kind of funny” I raised my hand and fixed his Goggles. “Oh, really? What is it?” Peter asked as we made our way to the school yard. “Sexual education and I think it’s 99% because of us” I replied at the fact it was true. That ,and Scott and Jean were getting pretty close.     Peter scoffed as we sat down at an empty picnic table, dropping our bags. “Seriously… Man we’re legal. I’m old enough to know how to put it in-” “DON’T FINISH THAT SENTENCE, KURT IS BEHIND YOU” Jubilee interrupted and sat down beside us - actually, in between us. Probably because Charles put her and the rest of our friends up to keeping Peter and I separated. Peter frowned and stood up. “Babe, want to go get food with me?” He asked, obvious excuse to find a way alone.   I was quick to follow behind him, we went walking down toward his room. “You know, we don’t even have to have sex, right? We could just go to that carnival that you like so much” Peter looked at me from the corner of his eye. I nodded. “Of course I know that but the most you’ve actually gotten to do was finger me and that was on the bus. I just want to be with you in any way we possibly ever could” I spoke softly and shrugged. We stopped at his door and he was fast to pin me in against the inside of it. His lips found mine and he pressed needy kisses to my lips. I inhaled, taking in all of this scent. He smelt so beautiful.   Much to our dismay, we heard an all too familiar BAMF and Peter sighed in hysteria, pulling away. “Really, Kurt? Man this sucks” Peter looked at he blue mutant who was grinning sheepishly. “I zhought I should finish my homevork”. Peter rolled his eyes and in a rush we were in an entirely new surrounding. A closet.

   “If we can’t get privacy in my room, we’ll get it here” he began to press those needy and list filled kisses to my lips and trailed down. His hand began to move lower to my hips and he kissed down my neck, to my collarbone and stopped. “Can we?” He asked softly and I immediately knew what he meant. I want to. I really want to. “We can get caught, Peter…” I trailed off, not entirely sure I wanted Peters father or anyone else to find Peter getting off inside of me. He grinned at me and held up a silver packet. A condom. Of course he would. “That’s the best thing about it! If we get caught, there’s always that thrill that we proved them wrong that we did get to have sex again” peter pressed his lips to my nose and waited. I nodded slowly.

Within a second or two we were both entirely naked and Peter was rolling on a condom. He pumped himself and looked at me before teasingly running his shaft up and down my slit. I whimpered out and glared at him. “We don’t have time for foreplay”. Peter  chuckled at my hiss. “Of course we don’t. I just like teasing you” Peter lowly pushed himself inside of me until he completely bottomed out, the awkward dull pain between my hips was back from not having him in such a long time. “You okay? You’re making hat face again” he was looking at me seriously this time and he rubbed my cheek softly. “No. I swear, you better not stop” I stated.

I felt Peter roll his hips before pulling out and sliding back into my heat very slowly, then repeating. The face he was making was pure concentration. It was more than likely he was struggling to go slow instead of fast like he’s used to. I kissed his neck and shoulder. “You can move faster, I’m not made of glass”. “ I know I just don’t want to risk hurting my baby girl” Peter said and he started to move in a little faster, but not much. We both let out small moans and gasps.

  Not long after, the sound of our skin was the only think audible. That’s a lie. We were loud. Peter was pounding into me and groaning loud, both of us chasing our orgasms. I felt that familiar tightness in my lower region and let go instantly, a heat and lightheadedness washing over me, my vision blurry. Feeling Peter release info the condom with a loud moan, I heard him giggle. “What?” I asked. “You squirted”. I felt my cheeks get hotter than there was before.

“Okay, fun is up. My office now” Professor Xavier’s voice calls from the opposite side of the door. I heard Erik and Raven mumble something and them walking off, I stared at Peter with wide eyes. He smirked and sat up. “What can I say? You tempted me, and it’s totally worth whatever we have to do now”.

Sherlock Growing Up

In many episodes Sherlock shows behaviour usually associated with kids or teenagers - pouting, sulking, throwing tantrums. Or just being silly together with a friend: 

MYCROFT: Just once, can you two behave like grown-ups?

In the sheet scene John is included in the childish behaviour as perceived by Mycroft (who does not have a friend and does not have fun). This is a lovely moment, the positive side of Sherlock’s childlike ways. 

In TSoT we get the scene with Archie with Sherlock saying:

SHERLOCK: Grown-ups like that sort of thing.

It is arguable whether he truly does not regard himself as belonging to the adult world or just wants to connect to Archie. In any case he puts himself firmly on the side of a curious child with a big hunger for forbidden knowledge (the child he must have been. For me Archie has always been the first and the most beautiful young Sherlock). 

And then there is a moment in TFP which I have not seen really discussed so far. 

GIRL: Hours. Hours and hours. Why don’t grown-ups tell the truth?
SHERLOCK: No, I-I am telling the truth. You can trust me.

This is the first time that Sherlock expressly calls himself an adult. He admits to being on the side of the adults yet he is trying to win the girl’s trust. It is one more example of Sherlock being respectful and honest with children but this time he does not equate himself with them but tries to explain that one may be an adult and still be trusted. This is an enormous step for Sherlock (whether he is talking to his inner Eurus or a real person). Maybe it also foreshadows him being able to become a father for Rosie.

And this is why this last quote 

MRS HOLMES: You were always the grown-up.

does not make sense. The show has been about Sherlock’s personal development in so many ways, one of them being his growing up into the man he is meant to be and wants to be. It is evidence of the family dynamic - Sherlock being the favourite child, at least where his mother is concerned - but it contradicts everything we have seen before, even in this very episode. Either this or we have not seen the whole story of the Holmes family yet. 

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Okay, remember when I said I wouldn’t talk about 1d anymore? Let me do this last thing.

Okay so literally, the whole stalking culture/wanting to be famous? Okay, let’s talk about another larrie problem: the secret larrie club.

What is the secret larrie club? You know those people in kindergarten forming super exclusive circles of Cool Kids and ruining the fun for everyone else? Yo, now bringing back the kindergarten fun in fandom, we have the amazing Secret Larrie Club (SLC for short, and no, I’m not talking about Salt Lake City, though SLC Punk was a film that shaped my teenage years).

So, what does this club do? Nothing, mostly, except like, inflating each other’s ego in a big circlejerk. They think they’re the ones who have all the supersecret infos, and they stalk or use stalkers to obtain those, and then (this is particularly important, kids, listen up) they make it so that their Opinions are More Right than other people’s opinions.

To get deeper into what the SLC does: they stalk people, or become friends with people with the purpose of obtaining info from them. And this not only makes them not trustworthy by people who have actual info (which, *Alanis Morissette’s voice* isn’t it ironic), but also is totally useless for any purpose that’s not gaining popularity in the Larrie world.

Like, why do you need to know Harry’s plane info? To establish that Larry is real? Well, big fucking deal then, I thought we all knew since, like 2012. No, you need that info to say you’ve got that info to your follower, and subsequently being treated like a queen Bee. Only to say you don’t actually stalk the boys because you don’t go and meet them in the street, when there are actually multiple ways to stalk someone. And boy, do they notice that, I can promise you ;) but I’m digressing.

Anyway, the lack of self-awareness is one of the most ridiculous things, like, we have two different groups of people acting like stalkers, and both denying it. Only, one of the groups has that holier than thou attitude, and publicly denigrates the other group for stalking (and privately is all buddy buddy with them, just like De André sang in La città vecchia: quella che di giorno chiami con disprezzo…)

And after you’ve hurt people you claim to care about (because they do see you stalking and they’re obviously not happy about it) you use those info to gain popularity on your tumblr blog, and to establish yourself as a Trustful Info Source so you’ll gain followers from that.

But you have to be the only Trustful Source (you and your pals), or everything will be lost and you won’t be the queen bee anymore. Hence, the opinions thing.

And from that, it’s just natural that if someone has  an opinion differing slightly from the SLC Opinions, they must be cancelled, erased, and sent in the eighth circle of hell (which is where Falsifiers are punished, according to Dante Alighieri our lord and saviour and if you say he wrote a fic I’m decking you). You still think that Larry is real, babygate is fake, but you don’t think that people should stalk? Omg, you’re an anti for sure, let’s send anon hate your way. Or you don’t think that a particular piece of information is valuable? Anti, anti, anti. And also deluded. like, basically they throw around the word anti just like in that queer meme where every thing upsetting you is homophobic.

Of course, this is a perfectly acceptable kindergarten behaviour. Kids are still small and still learning, and adults gotta teach them. And if you consider fandom like kindergarten, good for you. I guess.

But there’s nous autres who don’t really consider fandom like kindergarten, who maybe want to live in a nicer environment where you can express you opinions without being viciously attacked (by “””””your side””””” too, lmao) for it, and who think that stalking is always wrong, and slut-shaming is too :)

And yet. The SLC is ought to get us, unfortunately.

Originally posted by punklivesforever

But not this time, SLC, not this time around. This time around you can go stick that sense of self-entitlement up where the sun doesn’t shine (namely your nose, of course, we’re classy people here, I would never wish anal upon anyone). or you can go eat pineapple pizza, which is even worse :)

For any hate you might have, come @ me, my block list is too short.

The Storm Within

Summary: How can you hope to move forward when the past won’t leave you alone?

Pairings: GabrielxReader,

Tags: smut, angst, fingering, unprotected sex, possessive!Gabriel (NSFW below the cut)

Word Count: 8447

Author’s Note: This was written for @girl-next-door-writes Celebration Challenge

My song was Accidentally in Love by Counting Crows with the gif below.  

Some of you are tagged because it’s noted in posts or blogs you are open to it.  If you’d rather not be, just let me know!

Special thanks to the wonderful @sumara62 for the beta and coming up with the title.  Your feedback has made this fic that much better!  I’m so excited and grateful for your help :)  

Forever tags: @wayward-mirage, @fand0maniac, @feelmyroarrrr, @omgreganlove

Gabe squad: @theblackenedsky

Blogs open to being tagged: @notnaturalanahi, @jensen-jarpad, @lucifer-in-leather





You weren’t exactly sure how you ended up playing hide and seek in the bunker on a Friday night with Gabriel.  Then again, you were pretty tipsy and the archangel had said he was rather fond of games.  

“How old are you again?” Came a peevish voice from out in the hallway.  

So maybe this wasn’t what he had in mind, but driving him mad for once had certainly been fun for you.  

Even in your inebriated state you recognized it was probably not wise to mess with him.  He was an infinite being, after all.  Then again, if he didn’t want to play along, he didn’t have to.  He probably could have heard you breathing from clear across the bunker, let alone picked up the giggles that slipped out despite your best efforts.  Yet, he continued to do a slow walk around the perimeter of the room, as if none the wiser to your whereabouts.  

He finally made it to the bookshelf on which you were hiding.  It was a miracle you had even made it up that high without breaking anything, structurally or physically.  He paused, coming to a stop directly beneath you, and your breath stilled. You tried to slide out of view as he turned in your direction, only to go toppling over the side as your hand missed the edge. Instead of connecting with the floor, a pair of sturdy arms broke your fall and you found yourself staring up into warm hazel depths.    

“My hero,” you sighed, throwing an arm across your forehead, your head dropping back in a theatrical swoon.  You could practically hear his eyes rolling as he carried you across the room.  While you expected him to find a spot to put you down, you were not anticipating the unceremonious way he dumped you on top of the nearest table.

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I heard some people in the fandom say that they fear Lotor as a character, thinking his is predestined to be a sexist perverted dickhead in VLD. The thing is the creepy Lotor some hate and fear (which is something I agree with *shutters*) came from the subs, or as it was called Beast King Go Lion, which were a lot darker and edgier than any of the other versions of the show, being more akin to Berserk or a darker version of Game of Thrones. It had things like forced cannibalism, the Galra drinking the blood of the dead, people being sliced in half,  decapitating heads, showing trophy heads, blood raining from the sky and making people explode, on screen deaths of women and children, and a whole lot of other things even darker then that! If it got a western rating, it would be rated R, hands down. The only reason why it got dubbed in the west in the 80s because of miscommunication  and the people who bought it wanted to buy another show to dub instead. (Although, it makes me wonder why the people who brought Voltron over to the west to dub it back in the 80s, thought, “This would be a great show for kids!” when they saw all the above things mentioned. But it could’ve been 4Kids logic, I suppose.)

The darker elements I just mentioned did not obviously carry over into VLD. In fact, all of the other adaptions of Go Lion, including Defender of the Universe or the dubbed version of Go Lion, had the more messed up elements from Go Lion scrapped automatically.  Do not get me wrong; the creators of VLD aren’t ignoring Go Lion (because they gave Shiro his Go Lion name and use some of the subbed terms like Galra and Altea, after all), but they did leave out the, for a lack of a better word, fucked up stuff like I mentioned before on the way side while doing this new version.  Sure, VLD can get dark like having on screen deaths of the secondary characters, all of the Alteans except for Coran, Haggar and Allura being killed, planets being destroyed like the Death Star did in Star Wars, hinting at the mermaid people being eaten by a giant sea monster and the fights getting more intense, but not anywhere near as dark as Go Lion ever was! A lot of the violence and themes in VLD are still appropriate for kids and adults to watch together.

Lotor and his subbed counterpart are two totally different characters.

Subbed!Lotor, or Sincline as he was named in that version, was a lot more twisted. He had the obsession with Allura and wanted her to be his because she looked like his dead mother, killing people to get his prize. He wanted to kill Akira, or Keith as he is called in VLD, take Allura to be his. He had no compassion and was outright sadistic, laughing after he murdered people. He was super unhinged. He  once killed one of his slaves because they spilled wine on him. He has really bad temper tantrums. He even killed his own grandmother and father!

Dub!Lotor, while by no means a saint and some of his actions were still wrong, I would never justify some of his actions, is not anywhere near as dark or perverted as Sincline by a huge long shot. He had a lot more shades of grey to him. He was belittled by his father constantly for his half!Altean side and wanted to prove himself more to be worthy in his eyes. He  helped out the team on occasion. His obsession with Allura came off as more as an intense crush, even respecting her as a person more and having a soft spot for her.   He had a rivalry with Keith. He did not derive pleasure from killing others and had compassion for some other people.  He rebelled against his father numerous times, not agreeing with everything he did. He was a huge dork, who fell out of a tree while on a mission among other embarrassing things. Hell, dub!Lotor never even had a harem! 

I find it more likely they will adapt the dub version of Lotor then the more one dimensional and creepy subbed counterpart…who also gives me nightmares, because it is more appropriate for the target audience and the creators grew up on Defender of the Universe! Lotor instead of his Go Lion counterpart.

Not to mention, Zarkon was just as bad as Sincline when he comes to women in Go Lion since he had a harem of his own and killed Sincline’s mother, which obviously never carried over to VLD at all. So I highly, highly doubt Lotor will be the same way in VLD if Zarkon never had a harem in this version or any other version outside of the twisted Go Lion one. The worst I can Lotor being like in VLD is him being a flirt or having a squad of fangirls and fanboys who follow him around for being a good looking crowned prince – that’s it.

Also in the previous versions: Allura was white, Pidge was a cis guy, Pidge sounded like Gollum from Lord of the Rings, Coran was dead serious 24/7, Keith had Shiro’s personality, Lance was the hot head, Lance had a mullet, Keith was part Altean, the Blade of Marmora was never a thing, the team was all together off the bat and a ton more.  The staff said numerous times that VLD is taking its own direction, not  copying the storylines of the other versions totally. They did it before already by making Galra Keith canon among many other things. Hell, the only the general storyline of Defender of the Universe/ Go Lion  is the same in VLD.  The only moments I can think of that match Go Lion dead on are when Shiro fights Haggar in the end of season one and when Keith flies the Black Lion – that is literally it. So the VLD staff don’t have to make Lotor a perverted dickhead like his Go Lion counterpart and can make their own version of the character, making VLD!Lotor into an anti hero or a complex villain. I can even Lotor possibly getting a redemption arc since his Defender of the Universe personality and backstory does present that chance, especially if he was that person in the Weblum like I honestly think he is, but even that is just a theory.

  The show staff on VLD are super talented people, the show being made by a lot of the same show staff who worked on Avatar and Korra,  so I have little doubt they will make Lotor far more multidimensional than his previous counterparts and make him more likable no mater what personality they decide to give him.  I highly, highly doubt they would be able to get away with Lotor being a super sexist perverted stalker along with all of the stuff his Go Lion counterpart did on a Y7 show. The worst case scenario I can see happening is him being like Gideon from Gravity Falls, even than that is less likely since it would be copying a character from another show made by a rival studio.

If I had to guess what Lotor would be like in VLD right now, it would be a mixture of Space!Zuko, mirror!Lance and Marik from YGO with a touch of Duke Devlin from YGO. Someone who has a has it out for the team for putting his father into a coma and wants to please his father, despite his father belittling him a lot. Over time, he might learn to not walk in his father’s footsteps and create his own path. Like Lance, he would have self doubt issues, love pampering himself and be a flirt.   With that said, that is just a guess.

Either way, I’m excited about Lotor and curious to see how the show staff will update him for a modern audience in VLD. The show staff, from what I heard, are excited to add him to the show, which is always the sign of something great.

Being married to George Weasley would involve...

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(Not my gif)

Both of you still flirting like teenagers

“Hey gorgeous.” “Hello handsome.”

Having to take a few hours break from wedding planning because both of you started crying when the subject of the best man came up; you both knew who you wanted as best man, but he wouldn’t be there

On the day of your wedding, the two of you spend half an hour sitting on opposite sides of a door talking, because you’re both terrified

When you’re walking down the aisle George sees that you’re nervous, so he wolf whistles to make you laugh

Your first dance started as a waltz and ended up a full on dance off

You won

Molly and Arthur being like parents to you

Naming your first child after Fred

Holding each other through nightmares

Visiting Fred’s grave on May 2nd every year, the two of you standing in silence holding hands for hours

George telling your son stories about what he and Fred got up to at Hogwarts

Working in the joke shop with him

Starting prank wars; you two might be grown adults on the outside, but your inner five-year-olds take over a lot

Waking up sometimes to find he’s still down in the shop

You go and sit with him, silently holding his hand until he wants to talk

“I miss him.” “Me too, Georgie. Me too.”

I imagine George as being very protective when you’re pregnant; he won’t let you walk up or down the stairs without help, won’t let you do any housework, and won’t let you out of his sight

He fainted when you went into labour

He gives you little presents all the time; flowers, things he’s made in the shop, chocolates

“What’s this for?” “For being amazing…also, I broke a vase, please don’t hurt me.”

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26; bartender!namjoon

along the neck (26)
p: lightly running fingers up along the neck while kissing

one of the perks that came to dating a bartender was that you get to see the aftermath of when everyone was done drowning their sorrows or heightening their delight with alcohol. the numerous empty cups and glasses waiting to be picked up, some broken some scattered around on the dance floor - it looked like a murder scene without blood.

just thinking about it makes you chuckle, but what makes namjoon chuckle is how out of place you seem to be in a place you try to help him out the most. he remains leaning against the bar as you make your way towards him. despite being so close and he doesn’t help you?

“would you quit staring at me and take these? they’re heavier than any adult responsibilities,”

namjoon shakes his head but takes the tray from you to set to the side, sparing you a glance when they’re out of the way.

“i’m not sure if that was a joke or a wakeup call to adulthood,”

“either one, i just want to go home and - namjoon?”

he likes how even when you sound confused, you allow him to carry you by the waist, feet dangling off the ground and merely hovering over the surface as he places you on the counter. as you eye him carefully from your height benefit, that’s when you notice his cuffs are undone from his white button up shirt, sleeves rolled up and since when did his tie go missing?

“can i try something, y/n?”

“…you’re not going to use me as a tester for your new drink combinations again, are you?”

he pauses to process your words, only to burst out into a laugh at the memory of you waking up with a horrible headache and him being your servant the next day. your efforts were well appreciated, the boss loved the new combos but that was merely a month ago and they’re not out of date… yet. so - “no, nothing like that,”

“what is it?”

“it… it goes a little something like this,” he murmurs, coming closer and when his hands rest on your kneecaps, your legs draw open to let him step in. he smiles at the familiarity of your thighs casing him in and it grows wider when your hands pillow on his shoulders before it turns into a grip of need that pulls him down for a kiss.

he manages to mumble a muffled feisty against your lips and it gets swallowed with your tongue flicking the roof of his mouth, brushed off with hands finding purchase on your lower back to bring you forward. that trails your fingertips to the nape of his neck, where he shudders at the gentle reminder of what love feels like in many ways more than one, apart from connected lips.

he draws back as the small strokes of fingers runs along the veins that connects to the heart that beats for you and he smiles - you smile.

“are you gonna do what i think you wanted to do?”

“are you gonna let me?”

“your boss won’t kick your ass if he found out?”

he smirks and already his hands find the hem of your shirt, “who said he has to?”

YA book recs

no one personally asked me for this, but i have a couple of friends who might take interest so here you go!!! (i’ll give brief summaries and warnings next to the titles. my favorites are marked with ***)


LGBT+

*** aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe (sequel coming soon!) - coming of age, best friends turned lovers, slight homophobic slurs and violence

the song of achilles - greek mythology, war, gore and violence, greek gods, brief nsfw scenes, angst

*** carry on - magic, wizards and mages, fantasy, enemies to lovers, strong female characters, action and adventure, “chosen one” main character

openly straight (sequel coming soon!) - friends to lovers, sports, slight homophobia, college students, drama and angst

will grayson, will grayson - two sides of the same story, theater production, depression, homophobia, if i remember right there’s slight nsfw content

more happy than not - depression, suicide, sci fy, homophobia, angst, plot twists

simon vs. the homo sapiens agenda (movie in production!) - secret admirer, slight homophobia, fluff, blackmail, kind of a “who dun it?” story line, a little bit of nfsw content

*** all for the game (trilogy) - made up sport, action, angsty romance, slow build, homophobia, self harm, torture, rape, strong female characters, gang members and the yakuza, drug use, violence, nsfw content, basically a lot of warnings and probably cannot be called young adult

perks of being a wallflower (has a movie) - has lgbt+ themes, coming of age, highschool life, slight adult themes, diary format

boy meets boy - fluff, angst, drag queen side character, coming of age, breakups and makeups

*** i’ll give you the sun - two sides of the same story, two perspectives, siblings, art, metaphors, coming of age, straight and lgbt+ relationships, mentions of ghosts

NON LGBT+

*** unwind (series, movie in production!) - sci fy, futuristic, action, adventure, gore, slight romance, some violence, black marketing

*** the outsiders (has a movie!) - greasers, gangs, violence, angst, strong sibling bonds, coming of age

cirque du freak (series, has a movie and a manga) - circus setting, vampires, monsters, adventure, action, best friends turned enemies, very brief romance, apprentices, a bit of everything

go ask alice - heavy drug use, diary format, rehab, long road to recovery, might be mentions of rape

me, earl, and the dying girl (has a movie) - cancer, highschool life, quirky, light and briefly mentioned romance, film production, slight violence, angst


that’s all for now! if i’m wrong on describing any of these books please let me know. if you’ve read some of these and want to talk to me about them i’m more than happy to chat!