they can say so much without any words

it’s 3 am. i’m watching the falsettos boot for the 500th time. suddenly, i hear knocking on my door. i pause the video and look over. the door opens and out comes andrew rannells. without saying anything, he runs over and shuts my laptop. i can’t even speak any words. he just says, “go watch falsettos in theaters. it’s much better quality than the bootlegs online. and it’s legal. so everyone wins.” before i can argue that it is only showing in north america, so actually not everyone wins, he gracefully exits in a head first dive out my window.

BTS reaction: their girlfriend being insecure about her small breast size.

Anon requested: 

Can I request a bts reaction to their girlfriend (reader) be very insecure about her small breast size.

Anon requested:

Can i request for bts a reaction to the reader (girlfriend) be very insecure about her small breast size (like a size A,B,C


Originally posted by jjilljj

When you first tell him about your insecurities he would think that it’s his fault for not reminding you how perfect you are enough and he would feel really bad about it at first. But from then on he would make it his goal to convince you that all of you, including your breasts, is perfect. 


Originally posted by jeonbase

Yoongi would find your insecurities very confusing, because in his eyes your breasts were absolutely perfect in every single way. He probably haven’t even thought about your breast size before, so he wouldn’t have really noticed. So he would sit down and talk to you, trying to understand why were you so insecure and at the same time try to convince you that there’s nothing you should be insecure about. 


Originally posted by syubto

Jhope wouldn’t even think you are serious at first. But after he realizes that you weren’t joking he would feel very bad, and maybe even a little guilty. He would hug you tightly and kiss your forehead while telling you how amazing you are and how you should never be insecure about your body. 


Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon

“Don’t say that! Your boobs are amazing! And I don’t want you to think otherwise!” 

Namjoon wouldn’t even let you say that you don’t like your breast size. He would strongly believe that there are so many other things that define you and even then he still would still try to convince you that your breasts are perfect.


Originally posted by mvssmedia

Just like Namjoon, Jimin would also think that the size of your boobs doesn’t define you as a person in any way. And he would try to tell you that, because you were his princess and he wouldn’t want you to be shy or insecure about yourself and your body in any way. He would sit you down and have a very long conversation about it with you, making sure that you know exactly how amazing your body is.


Originally posted by mvssmedia

Taehyung would love your breasts just they way they are. He would try to convince you that having small boobs is great. You don’t get pack pain all that time, you can sleep more comfortably etc. He would try to convince you so much that by the end you would actually be in love with your breasts an wouldn’t want them to be any other size.


Originally posted by officialwookkibby

Even though he wouldn’t really know what to say, he would try his best, because he would hat to see you being insecure about yourself. He would try to convince you, but his words wouldn’t sound as convincing as he would want them to. This would cause him to become very annoyed with himself and he’ll just kiss you, deciding to show you how perfect you are without actually using his words. 

.: how to catch a nerd 1 :.

time to make you thirst for hot nerd! peter 👅 I told nat the only fictional part of homecoming is how no one has a crush on Peter.

can you believe all peter has to do in his movie is mess up that dorky haircut of his and he’d be the hot nerd?

[how to catch a nerd tags] n/a

**dont plagiarize/repost this story**

warnings: a few cuss words


Your best friend Sera, was very excited about you transferring to Midtown High. Your parents had recently moved to a nice, suburban neighborhood, which now put you closer to Midtown’s district.

To make a long story short, you and Sera were good friends during your elementary and middle school years, but split apart during the start of high school. You went to Hagstrom Academy while she went to Midtown School of Science and Technology. It wasn’t until the start of your sophomore year that you realized that you were going to transfer to Sera’s school after your move, and she was ecstatic to say the least.

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In Texas (where I live) there is a statewide academic competition called UIL and, despite participating in it for the better part of six years, I still haven’t a clue as to what it stands for. But I compete in a lot of events, especially speech and debate. Specifically, Policy Debate and Informational Speaking. Both of these events include writing speeches on a time crunch. I have mastered at least novice public speaking after plenty and plenty trial and error. Here are some tips I’ve picked up. 

Disclaimer: Giving speeches is very subjective and this is what has worked out for me. If it doesn’t work out for you continue exploring different methods, you’ll find something!

-Have a decent idea about what you’re talking about. Most likely you’re reading this because you need to speak in front of the class and didn’t suddenly join policy debate. Most likely you know what you’re topic is and you’ll have done research on it. KNOW MORE THAN WHAT YOU PUT IN YOUR SPEECH. Know details and dates and anecdotes. If you’re discussing owning a tiger as a pet you should not only know about laws and regulations of owning a tiger but also know other things about tigers, like how big they get and how much food they require. This also helps if you are asked questions at the end. Even though it may not seem like it, people can tell when you know what you’re talking about.

-Know your audience. Who are you talking to? Are you persuading them or informing them? Are they college professors or classmates? If you know who you’re talking to it is easier to cater your language to those people. You don’t need to say “tigers are abused maliciously and without regard to any subset of decency” when talking to your tenth grade classmates.

-UMs and AND SOs. These are called filler words. It is second nature to use them. All languages have them and conversationally there is nothing wrong with them. However if you’re standing in front of people grading you it makes you sound unsure and not confidence. This won’t be an easy habit to break so don’t feel bad if you don’t get it right away. Start by acknowledging when you use filler words. Then think as you speak. Instead of using a filler word, pause for a second. I know it feels like you’re pausing forever but you’re not. No one really notices tbh.

-Write out your speech verbatim then condense into an outline. When writing out a speech for a class or something, you need to know what you want to say about each idea (before you write anything out you should already have facts and information). Putting it on paper makes it easier to say later when presenting. Practice a few time reading it aloud. Use inflection and tone to move the speech along. When you’ve read through it a few times condense it back down to an outline. NEVER EVER READ A SPEECH WORD FOR WORD UNLESS YOU’RE THE PRESIDENT AND YOUR SPEECHES ARE WRITTEN FOR YOU (or your teacher says it’s cool). If you read a speech in high school/college generally you’re monotone and boring and it is 10000000% obvious that you’re reading from a script.

-Practice with the outline. The more you practice the better you sound and the less you use filler words!!!!!!!


-IT IS OKAY TO BE NERVOUS. There are so many people who will tell you that nerves are terrible and will screw you up. At times that is the case. However take a deep breath and put things in perspective. Most likely you are not the only one making a speech and everyone else is just as worried about messing up as you. Acknowledge the fact you’re nervous. Take deep breaths and consciously think about slowing your heart rate down. I always look at the back wall when making a speech that doesn’t need to be persuasive. The wall doesn’t give a crap if your face is red or your stutter a bit. It’s a wall.
If it is persuasive then practice on friends and family. Make sweeping eye contact (not actual eye contact but it looks like it). And sometimes you just gotta suck it up and talk.

-MOVE. Don’t stand still. If you stand still you’ll become monotone and boring and you don’t want that. Talk with your hands. Sway a bit. Make a grand gesture when making a big point. Talk as though you were talking to a friend. If you were talking about how harmful tigers being held as pets is to a friend you would be getting worked up. You’d be moving and gesturing. Channel that in your speech.

-INFLECT. Remember how we don’t want to be monotone? When saying “Tigers being held as pets are, more often than not, a death sentence” don’t say it as though you’re telling your mom you’re going to Target. Emphasise the strong emotional words. (i.e. death sentence). Don’t scream it, but make it harsh and forceful.

-stand up straight. You’ll look professional and studies show certain postures help foster confidence.

-don’t make it obvious if you mess up. 99% people won’t notice/care.

-but it’s okay if you do

-you won’t ever be perfect all the time

-it is a skill and you’ll learn.

Additional Resources:

Five Basic Public Speaking Tips
Be a More Confident Public Speaker
Julian Treasure: How to speak so that people want to listen (this one is less about public speaking but still a good watch!)

I hope you found this helpful. If you’re looking for presentation tips this is a really great post about it. If you need anymore advice feel free to message me!

Super Date

It’s finished, edited, and ready to be read. Enjoy, guys!

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Supergirl (TV 2015)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor
Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Maggie Sawyer, Alex Danvers
Additional Tags: lots of flustered kara, First Date, realizing sexuality, Fluff, the fluffiest bitch, lena doesn’t know that supergirl is kara

Lena Luthor finally gets the courage to ask Supergirl out on a date. Kara Danvers is determined to give her the most amazing date of all time.

Rooftop dates and candlelit dinners.

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probably-tryingtoohard-deactiva  asked:

Hi! I have an Instagram myself, and although I practice an (extremely stringent) "if-you-steal-art-I-unfollow" policy, I know that doesn't really help the stealing problem--one follower lost is probably nothing to these accounts thriving off of stolen work. Instagram doesn't seem to have an option (trust me, I've looked) for stealing other people's content. How can I report someone for taking art? (Gosh, you have no idea how much those people tick. me. off.) Thanks!

Originally posted by totallynotadeadpool

Knowing that people like you exist is honestly the ONLY thing some days that keeps me from leaving this fandom and all its art theft issues. Bless you, my comrade <3 <3 <3

3 Things You Can Do To Fight Art Theft:

1. Comment (without harassing). Many art thieves try to pretend they “don’t know” who the artist is, or that they “don’t know” reposting isn’t allowed (even when it’s written right on the image). Calling them out by posting a link to the original, tagging the artist, or even simply stating ‘this belongs to [ARTIST] and they don’t allow reposts’ is sometimes enough to get an art thief to delete a repost (to avoid copyright strikes). 

2. Link the artist. Send us a link so that we can report the art as stolen. You can also make a notifying callout post (again, careful not to harass) if it’s an account that steals from a lot of artists. However, dealing with tons of people treating you and your art like dirt can get really stressful (I know it’s ruined my day more than once), so sometimes you can also…

3. …Report “on behalf of the owner”. If you know an artist absolutely doesn’t allow reposts (for example, me), you can save them tons of time and stress by filling out a copyright claim on their behalf. All you need is a link to the original (most of my stuff is in my /tagged/my-stuff tag), and to tick the box that says you’re ‘authorized to report on behalf of the copyright owner’ (actual wording varies from site to site). When making a report, it’s absolutely vital that you know for sure the image was reposted without permission. I never give permission to repost (especially on Insta, Pinterest, WeHeartIt, etc.), so any of my art you see there is stolen, and you can report it. Buttons to look for include “report”, “this doesn’t belong on ____”, “this violates my intellectual copyright/terms of service”, and sometimes “inappropriate content”.

One advantage that art thieves have over artists is that there’s only so much a single artist can report (or emotionally handle) in a single day. Art thieves take advantage of that to get away with stealing. But if we all band together, we can take stolen posts down, get repeat offenders’ accounts deleted, and make this fandom a happier, fairer place to be.

Btw, thank you SO much to my followers who always have my back, and who I always see doing these 3 things above. You guys are ANGELS and you don’t know how many times a message like this, or a comment defending my art, etc. has kept me from jumping ship (and just not posting my art online anymore). You guys are so awesome, and I’m so grateful for each and every one of you. <3 <3

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Bathing Suit

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Notes: Established relationship, one-shot, no smut (it’s implied), pool parties, low self-esteem, shopping, Reader hates shopping, Bucky is a supportive boyfriend, based on real events

Summary: Bucky tries inviting the you, his girlfriend, to a cookout and a pool party the Avengers are hosting at the compound, but you decline because you don’t have a bathing suit. You haven’t owned one in years, actually. Bucky takes you out shopping for one, and the whole day you come up empty-handed and upset. That is, until you find the bathing suit that changes everything.

A/N: So I bought a bathing suit for the first time in YEARS this weekend. Saturday seriously sucked for me. In the middle of my drudgery of trying to find a suit that actually looked decent, I came up with this idea for a fic. I hope you like it! Let me know if you did, and enjoy! ^_^

“Oh c’mon Y/N, I’m sure you’ll find something you like in no time.”

“That’s easy for you to say, Bucky. You were in and out of store like that!” you snapped your fingers on your last word to emphasize how quick Bucky got his new bathing suit. It was true, though. You and Bucky were literally in and out of Target in 15 minutes, and within that time he managed to find a pair of swimming trunks that of course made him look ridiculously hot, and all just for $20, too.

You on the other hand weren’t so lucky. It took you ages to find anything that you thought looked all right to you, and bathing suits were the worst offenders. Your bad luck with bathing suits had gotten to you so much, you quit trying to find one ages ago. In fact, it had been five years since you’ve owned a bathing suit. Maybe longer, you thought to yourself. It’s been so long you actually forgot exactly when you quit. But today’s shopping excursion reminded you of why you quit in the first place.

It was Bucky’s idea to take you out shopping. Last weekend, the entire Avengers team decided to have a cookout and a pool party. It was something they hardly had the time to do since they were too busy with missions, training, and other Avenger specific obligations. Each team member was allowed to invite a few friends, and of course Bucky invited you, his girlfriend. He was shocked and confused when you declined. You were always up for visiting at the compound, so why were you refusing now? When he asked, you gave him a simple reason.

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The Evolution of LGBTQ+ Representation in LIWs

In The Lizzie Bennet Diaries, back in 2013, there was exactly one queer character. He was a side character with an offscreen love interest created solely so that people wouldn’t ship him with Lizzie at that pivotal point in the story.

2014 was when LIWs really took off, and it was also when there were the greatest differences in LGBTQ+ representation (though no one was very good at it yet). Series like Emma Approved and Green Gables Fables (we’re talking Season One here) had none. Other series, like From Mansfield With Love, made a side character who didn’t have a love interest be gay. So far, no one was really gender-bending or reimagining anything to make it gayer.

But Shakespeare is about the gayest off-copyright source material there is, so it was pretty much impossible to correctly adapt Shakespeare and make it end up totally straight.

From our 2017 standpoint, NMTD looks pretty heterosexual, but it was actually about as queer as any LIW can be without departing from the source material (though we’ll get to Twelfth Grade a little later on). Hero’s moms, though absent, are accepted by everyone, as is Balthazar, who is of course very gay despite never using that word in NMTD (The Candle Wasters really don’t like actually saying things, do they?). But it was Pedro’s coming out that really changed the tides. Goodbye queerbaiting, hello to the possibility of onscreen characters entering into non-heterosexual relationships.

2015 was a transition year in many ways. It was no longer acceptable to make an LIW without some form of queer representation, but the methods were all over the place. Some LIWs put a queer pairing center stage – Pedrazar being the prime example, however you feel about LLL – while most series started to create queer side pairings, either through gender-bending or through creating new arcs for the characters. A few examples of this from 2015 would be George Squared from Call Me Katie, Smarling from The New Adventures of Peter and Wendy, and Jamie and Isabella from Northbound. Of course, some LIWs still did LBD-style representation – The Misselthwaite Archives comes to mind – but it was now because the creators wanted queer representation and not because they wanted to avert certain het ships.

Then 2016 happened. We, the viewers, were no longer willing to tolerate entirely cishet shows. 2016 saw the rise of trans and genderqueer LIW characters at long last – Puck in Bright Summer Night and Serena in The Adventures of Serena Berg being the prime examples – as well as multiple characters on the ace spectrum. And with the rise of young, bisexual webseries creators, the number of bisexual characters skyrocketed.

So let’s talk about Twelfth Grade for a minute. I won’t lie and call this series the gayest thing I’ve ever seen, but it is probably the biest. All three of the leads are bisexual, and no one is straight. Literally no one. And no matter who you shipped, it was likely a possibility if not a reality. Again, this was made possible by the source material, which is just about the biest thing ever written, and by the new LIW atmosphere, which was demanding – and getting – the queer representation that just doesn’t exist anywhere else.

Gender-bending skyrocketed in 2016, both with side characters and with mains. And now, in 2017, cishet characters are starting to be the minority. The Emma Agenda and Middlemarch: The Series, my two favorite currently-airing LIWs, have both gender-bent logically and competently all over the place in order to keep canon mostly intact while also making it much, much more diverse. Very few current LIW ships are m/f, and of those, even fewer characters are completely heterosexual.

We’ve come a long way since the days of LBD. and we couldn’t have gotten here without a lot of hard work and thinking and the bravery to tell stories the way we wanted them told. I’m not saying heterosexuality should vanish from LIWs, but I think that the direction we’ve come in is the right one. When a series like NLTS or MMTS gives the same amount of drama to queer pairings as to straight ones, when characters like Roxanne Roberts or Bathsheba Everdeen struggle with their identities in relatable ways, it normalizes every part of the human experience and continues to make LIWs the most representative form of media I know.

While I know I skipped a lot of important moments and didn’t mention several very diverse series, I used examples that I hope most people will be familiar with and that won’t be too spoilery. 

LIW creators: keep doing what you’re doing. It is noticed and appreciated. Thank you. 


Learning to walk again

Requested by @possiblyafangirl

“Big day!” Helga beams as she lightly opens the door. “I have some things for you.” She says happily as she flings open the windows and let’s the sun shine in. “Ivar is with Floki, and I am planning on making this day just as great as mine.”
“Helga, I have not even woken yet.” I groan, pulling the blankets over my head.
She plops down on the bed, and gently pulls the blanket from my face. “You, Y/N, are like a daughter to me, and Floki has been like Ivar’s father since he was a little boy. I want this day to be something good. Not something to be dreaded because Aslaug will be there or because there are thoughts of Ragnar in mind.” She pops my nose, and pushes my hair behind my ear. “I know that Ragnar would accept you, and I know that if he knew, he would want to be here too. So, come on. Up you get.”
“Helga…” I trail off.
She pauses, and looks down at me as she pushes herself off the bed. “I know. We can work around it. I have asked for Margarethe to help.”
“Will Hvitserk be there as well?”
Helga just sighs. “You need to get over that.”
“I am sorry. But, if she wants to sleep with all of Ragnar’s sons than she should not be married to one.”
She merely nods her head in agreement. I push the blanket back and wiggle the rest of the warmth from my toes. Purple and black bruises covered my skin, and a large gash on my shin was still deep and needed to be cleaned every day.
Helga acts as if there is nothing wrong, and pulls out a dress with a smile on her face. “I picked this one. It will cover your legs and I picked these shoes,” she pulled out a pair of sandles from a raid she went on with Floki, “so that your boots do not hurt your cut and your feet do not hurt.”
I smile gratefully at her. “Thank you, Helga. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“Well,” she starts as she puts down the dress and shoes and takes my hands, “you would be defenseless,” pulling me up, she wraps her arm around my lower back and gently walks me to the other side of the room, “and you would never do anything.” She helps me sit at the table, and pulls my legs to her waist as she sinks down to clean the cut.
“I still cannot walk properly.” I sigh, wincing as she dabs at it with herbs.
“It is fine.”
“It is not. I will not even be able to walk to my husband.”
“Your husband can neither walk. You are just the same.”
I chuckle, “Yes. I suppose we are.”
She looks up at me and smiles. Helga really is an amazing woman who has a gentle soul. “If it makes you any better, I can help you walk. I have seen it in England a couple times. It is fine.”
I just nod, not knowing what words to say.
The dress covered any bruises I had, and the sandles were strapped to my feet without touching any bruises or gashes. Helga slips her arm through mine, and hands me a stalk with a flower a top.
“Your big day, my love.” She smiles at me. “Ivar will be sitting, so when you go to take his hand, you hold yourself up straight. You will be fine.”
“As long as he does not shake so much.”
She laughs. “I told him he needs to help you stand. He does not want you to have to be sitting on your special day.”
I grin, and take her hand. “Thank you, Helga. For everything.”

princemingoo  asked:

46 + 51 + Jaebum? Angst with a side of fluff, maybe? Thank you! 💚

drabble prompts: “I need help because you’re making me go crazy.” [ 46 ] + “I’m so afraid of losing you.” [ 51 ]

distance | jaebum

“I can’t do this anymore Jaebum.” You whispered into the phone, voice so soft and quiet, he barely picked up the words you let out.

Silence, it was silent for a few seconds. Jaebum was processing the words and his mind was filled with so many worries, so many worries caused by six simple words.

“What… what do you mean baby?” He replied.

Tears were already filling in your eyes and you knew when you tried to speak, you’d spill everything. Taking in a deep breath, you tried your best to remain calm, “This… us.”

Jaebum furrowed his eyebrows together, unsure of your message. There was a feeling deep inside of him and he didn’t like it, he didn’t want to hear it, “Don’t say it.”

You pressed your lips together and kept on trying, trying to not break, trying to not let the tears slip through even more, “I need help because you’re making me go crazy.” You took in a deep shaky breath, trying to collect the swarms of thoughts your mind held, “I love you so much and you know that.”

“And I love you baby. I know I never say it enough, but trust me… I love you so much, so so so so much.” He cried, his voice almost breaking. Jaebum was scared, terrified even, you were his everything. The last thing he wanted was to break up… to say goodbye… to throw away all of the time spent on your relationship

“I know you do Jaebum, but… I just…” You paused to let the tears slip down your cheeks, you were feeling so overwhelmed with emotions. Part of you didn’t want to let him go but another part didn’t want to have to deal with long distance, it was too much. Everyday, the craving of his touch grew stronger… the craving of someone’s touch grew stronger, you knew ending it would benefit the both of you.

“I just can’t anymore. This long distance relationship, it’s hurting me too much. I know it’s so selfish of me but we need to br-”

“No.” Jaebum interrupted, his voice firm yet you could tell it was so close to breaking down, “Please… please, I’m so afraid of losing you.”

“FaceTime me baby, please, I need to see you. We need to talk this out.” He begged, he so desperately wanted you to change your mind. Jaebum didn’t want you to say those words that he’d been fearing of.

“I know our relationship is so selfish of me. I’m always on tour or busy and I hardly have any time to spend with you. I know it’s too much to ask of you to wait for me, but please… I can’t live without you.” He poured out, taken aback by his words. He was feeling so much and Jaebum was never great at expressing them, “Can you live without me?”

You wiped your tears away, even though it didn’t matter, the tears weren’t stopping and they wouldn’t stop for a while. You shook your head and gripped onto your phone even tighter, “I can’t live without you either Jaebum, this is why being so far away from you hurts!” You finally cried, letting out the bottle of sadness you tried so hard to keep in.

An abundant amount of tears spilled from your eyes and talking suddenly became the most difficult task for you, “I-I l-love you t-too much… I want to let you go, but I can’t.”

Tears slipped from Jaebum’s eyes, your outburst making his heart break. Guilt consumed him, the guilt of not making more time for you, guilt for not texting or calling as often as he could, all of it piling up.

“Hey, guess what? I love you too much too. I know things are hard right now, but we’ll figure it out I promise,” Jaebum began, trying his best to keep his composure and to not break into tears like you, “Let’s just talk okay? Talk it all out. I’ll even fly out to you to talk it all out if I have to, just please don’t leave me.”

You wiped the tears away from your eyes once again and nodded slowly, “I’ll hear you out, I shouldn’t give up on us so easily.”

A small smile of hope formed upon Jaebum’s lips, “Thank you baby, I’ll FaceTime you right now, okay? I love you.”

“what’s your favorite thing about earth?”

we are flawed beings, that is for sure, but the human race is pretty incredible.
we only have two hands and yet we have made so many things.
we only have two lets and yet we have gone so many places.
we only have two eyes and yet we have seen so many things.
everything in your day-to-day life is the result of one person and one idea…
how incredible is that?
our brains still have so much untapped potential, and yet we have still done so much, we have created so much, we have accomplished so much more than words could even begin to say.
music, books, movies, robotics, technology –
the list is endless!
our footprints are on the moon and there is stardust in our souls, and thanks to one person, i can see the surface of the moon without even leaving my backyard.
the human race is not perfect by any means, but when we put our minds to it, we can be pretty inspiring.
—  “what’s your favorite thing about earth?”
(cc, 2017)

anonymous asked:

Batfam (plus the girls & Duke) at an amusement park? Who would go on all the scary rides? Who would definitely throw up at some point?

I love this idea since it’s such a normal thing to do and as we all know the batfamily is anything but normal. This of course means that they manage to cause trouble anywhere and everywhere. 

“Okay everyone, we’re here. Now I’m going to ask all of you for the hundredth time to behave today,” Bruce Wayne says to his children as they park the car.

“I don’t know why you’re so worried about them behaving. It’s just an amusement park, how could they possibly cause trouble here?,” Duke asks.

“This is your first non-mission outing with them, isn’t it?,” Barbara asks in response.

“Damian will have to behave since he’s not tall enough to go on any of the rides he’s likely to cause trouble on,” Tim says.

“Because you are so much taller than I am, Drake,” Damian scoffs.

“It’s okay, demon brat, I’m sure Dick will go on all of the baby rides with you. Wouldn’t want you to get too scared,” Jason taunts.

Bruce steps between Jason and Damian before Damian can attack his pseudo brother. He’s wearing the Batman scowl and all of his children back away slowly without saying another word. Once they’ve paid for their bracelets, the family heads inside the park, some with anticipation and some with begrudging acceptance.

Jason immediately runs for the biggest roller coaster in the park, dragging Tim along with him. Tim does not want to go on that ride, not at all, but Jason doesn’t listen to his constant protests and before he knows it, he’s sitting in the roller coaster. They hear a familiar voice behind them and turn around to see Damian Wayne.

When asked how he got onto a ride that he is certainly not tall enough for, he tells them that he managed to convince the ride operator to let him on. That’s Damian’s code for ‘I totally threatened his life’. They all know Damian is only on the ride to prove that he’s not afraid of anything, but nobody says it out loud. 

After the ride, Tim goes to sit with Alfred at a picnic table to recuperate from throwing up while Damian has the time of his life making fun of him for that. Thankfully, Dick pulls him away to go eat some cotton candy. 

“Have you ever tried cotton candy before, baby bat?”

“Why would I have wanted to eat pure sugar? Also, do not call me that asinine name, Grayson.”

“Come on, just give it a try.”

Damian hesitantly takes a bite of the sugary treat and his eyes go almost comically wide and he takes another bite. He doesn’t speak again until the candy is all gone.

“It was satisfactory, I suppose,” he says, trying to regain his dignity.

“Sure it was,” Dick says with a huge grin plastered to his face. 

Meanwhile Steph, Babs, and Cass are going on every ride at the park. Cassandra has never been to an amusement park so Stephanie has made it her mission for it to be An Experience (Steph insists that capital letters are completely necessary). Barbara just kind of went along with it, enjoying spending time with her friends outside of their nightly activities. 

Cass loves rides. She loves the roller coasters, the teacups, the ferris wheel, the tilt-a-whirl, and everything else you can think of. Her favourite ride is the huge roller coaster Tim threw up on. Steph and Babs refused to go on it a second time, so Cass, Jason, and Duke ending up riding it over and over again together. 

Bruce goes from group to group, trying to spend an equal amount of time with all of his children. He’s not the biggest fan of amusement parks due to many a fight with the Joker taking place in such places, but he would do anything for his children. Bruce and Jason even get along for the entire day, making them both nostalgic for when things weren’t so complicated.

At the end of the day, they all pile into the bus Bruce had to buy to transport all of his children since he has so many. Alfred said it was a bad sign when you have so many kids that you need a bus, but it was all in good fun. Everyone ended up asleep before they got back to the manor and Bruce had to take a picture for his not-so-secret scrapbook.

A Letter to the Sherlock Fandom

You may think that this is a lot of text and too long to read but I implore you to try so that you can better understand these points of view.

I apologise if this isn’t as eloquent or measured as I intended it to be but I am honestly so angry at the Sherlock fandom right now. Not all, obviously, many are conducting themselves amazingly no matter their opinion on the episode. However, there are a large (and loud) number who are not and not only are these people making the rest of us look bad and acting as if they speak for the fandom as a whole, I fear that they are doing (and may have already succeeded in doing) irreparable damage to what could have been a great community.

There are several points I wish to address in this post so I will try to dissect each one individually to the best of the ability.


No matter what you thought of the episode it is NOT okay, or even productive, to harass members of the cast or crew in any way (whether it be through social media, through official complaints (which can actually have further effects on their professional lives also which are definitely not yours to mess with) etc.). It started with Amanda back when season 3 was announced and that was just downright cruel and now it seems the lesson has not been learnt. They have worked hard on this show and even if it did not turn out as you personally expected it or wanted it to you cannot hate them for having a different view of where things should go than you. I have seen many people on Tumblr saying things along the line of ‘it our show anyway we can do what we want and it can be what we want it to be’. No. It is their show, we merely enjoy it - they created it and they have final say on what happens. I for one would not wish to see a world where the fans get to decide what happens as that would only ever cause further divide in communities and result in one section of a fandom having superiority over the others which is already happening in the Sherlock fandom with some Johnlockers/TJLCers.This harassment also extends to the harassment of other member of the fandom - labelling someone as homophobic because they don’t ship a same-sex ship is not only detrimental to the LGBT+ cause it puts up further barriers for the normalisation of non-traditional relationships.

On a similar topic, complaining to the BBC because you didn’t like the episode is not only petty but also counterproductive - these people are not asking for change in doing so they are calling for an end to the show and a witch-hunt in which those who created it are to be mocked in a public sphere. I have seen many people proudly posting images of their complaints and encouraging others to do the same and even petitions to a similar effect and it saddens me that people have become so arrogant in believing that the show is theirs and they were owed more that they would stoop to such levels. You were not owed anything. You didn’t like it, deal with it, move on.


I cannot express how much I dislike this term. Sometimes, yes, the teasing of fans with a potentially queer couple is done in an interpretably malicious way. With Sherlock, this is not the case. The cast and crew have said from the start that Johnlock (the main ship brought up in such discussions) was not going to happen. If you missed that and were not aware - fine; but if you knew this and then continued to be upset that it wasn’t happening - that is on you.  It is not queerbaiting if there was never any potential for the relationship in the first place - especially when neither character has been canonically stated to be queer.

Fetishisation of Gay Relationships and the Anti-Straight Trend in the Progressive Community

Wow, that was a long title. I have seen many of the aforementioned complaints to the BBC, petitions and Tumblr posts claiming that by not making a ship such as Johnlock canon they have let down a large portion of the community who are LGBT+ and have not given them the representation they deserve. Whilst representation is good and everyone does deserve to be able to see someone like them on television, as I said before, we have known from the stat that this was not going to happen with these characters. If you didn’t understand that clear message - again, it is on you, not the creators who have always been honest about the future of such a ship. You can be upset that they did not become canon in the same way that you would for any other ship but you cannot claim that you have been robbed of representation, misled in any way or owed better because you were never promised it in the first place.

As for the title of this section, I have seen a common trend in fandom communities towards making canonically straight characters gay, which whilst harmless if not taken to the extreme (as I feel some members of the Johnlock community have) actually highlights a double standard and serious problem that must be addressed. If one were to take a canonically gay character, strip them of their identity and make them straight they would be called homophobic in an instant. However, when it is the other way around, no one complains. Heterosexual is an identity too and to keep classifying it as separate from the others, in a class of its own, is only going to slow down progress and make it harder for true unity to occur. By stating that two characters, one of whom has categorically stated that they are not gay (and of course only one would be enough) have to be gay because of they way they interact (via your personal interpretation - often though tinted lenses) you are not only arguing that two men cannot be simply very good friends without harbouring romantic feelings for each other, you are also denying John of his own self-proclaimed identity.

The Bad Side of TJLC

(The previous paragraph is also relevant to this section and thus again I must state that whilst shipping two characters is fine, outright ignoring their identity and labelling them yourself is not.)

On paper, TJLC (The JohnLock Conspiracy) is not too harmful, you can speculate as much as you want. Where it becomes harmful is where people delve into the realm of delusion. There are many TJLCers who wholeheartedly believe that Johnlock is already canon or has to be canon and it is these people who appear to harbour the strongest negative beliefs about the recent episode and who are doing the most damage to this community.

I have seen countless posts recently along the lines of the following: 'clearly we know more than Moftiss’, 'how could they not see it was so obvious’, etc. Such arrogance as to your own beliefs is extremely harmful to the wider community. You do not know more than the creators of the show, the show is as they intended it to be - anything that you find within the show (with your TJLC-tinted glasses) that supports your predetermined theory is simply you putting two and two together and making five. It was not intended and therefore not symbolic of your beliefs and so your interpretation is no more than that - an interpretation not fact.

Believe it or not, for those of us not in the TJLC community, JohnLock was not obvious - for someone like me, when I first heard of this ship and TJLC I was incredibly surprised because I saw no romantic connection whatsoever - just two friends; and that was all that they were intended by the creators to be. If you were aware of the cast and crews comment of the subject and still deluded yourself into believing that TJLC was true - that was on you. No one else is to blame for your beliefs not lining up with the facts of the show.

Your ship does not rule this fandom and you do not speak for the whole fandom so those of you saying they didn’t give the fandom what they wanted - you are wrong. They didn’t give you what you wanted. You don’t speak for me and you don’t speak for the countless others like me who actually enjoyed the episode and/or are not in any way JohnLock shippers.

Sherlock Holmes and the Delusion of the Fake Episode

For those of you who still believe in some way that the episode was a fake one, that a  new episode will come out and say that it was all a dream etc. Again, you are deluding yourself and this is not healthy and will only lead to disappointment. It is what it is. Failure to accept reality for what it is and move on from there, living in a constant state of denial is a serious problem.

I have so much more to say and honestly not the words to say it without going off onto too much of a tangent right now. I may add continuations (in fact I most likely will once I can formulate sentences again) to this if I think of anything.

I know that one post on Tumblr isn’t going to make a whole lot of difference and the fractures in this community may never heal but I honestly could not hold this in any longer.

You are welcome to ask questions or for clarification on any point made or any point you wish me to address.

a detective is a simulacrum for the city they inhabit; their narrative & identity are intrinsically bound to the city they protect. juno steel defies genre conventions often but not in this case. almost everyone we meet as we the viewer follow juno through hyperion city knows more about juno’s backstory than we do (sometimes even than he does) & those stories are connected to places. through rita & khan we learn about his history with the hcpd, an organization that’s part of the structure of the city itself; through mick & sasha we learn about old town & juno’s childhood & his brother. through ramses & vega & juno himself we learn about his mother, & about polaris park. the decisions he’s made, the people he’s entangled with become part of the story of how we understand hyperion city & juno too.

& now we know it’s a layer deeper, this connection between detective & his city, because we know that juno’s family helped to create part of a cultural myth that’s beloved by the entire planet - also very fitting that hyperion city’s mickey mouse is a woman warrior with a hopeless ending. no wonder these people have it so rough. juno navigates through a universe partially shaped by the romantic & hopeless vision of a woman he despises & a legacy he can’t shake. her story - sarah steel & andromeda - are as intrinsic to him as they are to hyperion city, & neither of them want to owe her any favors. he loves this place & there’s no escaping it. his name is part of what hyperion city is, & believes, & wants to be. 

& by contrast - because we can’t think about names & cities without thinking of peter - there’s the thief without a home, who has no legacy & no ties & nothing at all but a name that means next to nothing out of context until he gave it meaning, but to whom that name is everything. peter’s story could be the story brahma itself - brave father killed before his time, brave son left to find a way to survive - and it’s completely false. it’s a myth repeated to give himself meaning, a connection to a city he wants to thwart or save, a past beyond what he remembers. we learn about peter’s past from as close to the source as we can get; it isn’t even filtered through his words, just his memories, & so in a way he’s a much more reliable narrator than juno is. we meet new kinshasa through peter’s eyes, & we learn about juno as we move through hyperion city. 

“peter nureyev is a name,” juno says in angel of brahma “the monster under every bed in a floating city of tyrants.” that’s the myth peter creates, when he makes that decision to sacrifice peter nureyev, teenage outer rim revolutionary, & become someone new, without a story or a history or any moral edges to his identity. if peter lives by a credo, it’s that he’s been able to leave that myth & so his city behind; if juno does it’s that he’ll never be able to do enough to live up to the myth his city lives on. mirror images of each other; peter, leaving his name behind as a remnant or a warning of a moral code he no longer believes in, can never return home. juno, tied to his name & all the baggage it carries & the responsibility tied to that, can never leave.

naturally ironic, of course, that they both wanted to save their cities - but that’s another conversation

!Teaser [Untitled] (Mingyu Angst)

“Y/N, let’s break up.” You looked up to him smiling, trying to find any glint of joking in his eyes but to no avail, there was none.

“That’s not a good joke Mingyu.” You laughed-fakely as you hit him lightly in the chest, hiding nervousness. You noticed he’s been distant with you these days and it would be a lie to say that you didn’t notice it. You tried to brush it off away that maybe, just maybe he’s just stressed from work since they’re planning to come back by the end of the month, but it seems that God isn’t on your side this time.

“I’m not joking Y/N. Let’s break up.” He had stated firmly with cold eyes boring straight into your soul, the warm hazel eyes that used to look at you with such compassion, seemed like a cold, dark, black-hole. You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding for God knows how long as your mind tried to digest the words he had just said.

“W-why?” Your breath hitched, wondering where you even got the confidence to even ask ‘why’ when in reality, his answer was the thing you were most afraid of.

“I don’t love you anymore.” You felt a sharp pang of pain in your chest, as if it was pricked by a thousand needles, it hurt so much you felt like dying. Tears clouded your vision as your breathing was unstable, it was suddenly hard to breathe. You never imagined that those five words will come out from his mouth, that you loved so much, to hear him say it without any hesitation. I don’t love you anymore. You laugh bitterly, thinking that those mere five words can make you like feel like trash and make your world start to crumble down.

“Is that the only reason Kim Mingyu?” you asked tauntingly, you knew that what he’ll say will hurt you even more, but it’s much better to know everything at the moment than to learn all about it later. You were a masochist, you knew that, but you needed it in order for you to move on properly, and just forget about him completely, even if it means losing yourself in the process.


So basically, Kate challenged me to write a prompt scenario because I’ve been struggling in writing to the point where I can’t even write a word, it was all just in my head. I have all the plots, i already draw the pictures in my mind but it just won’t work ugh. And this is it, so if this is lacking i’m really sorry  T_T I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS TEASER :) and oh this is untitled because I don’t want to spoil the content lololol


Running Home to You

George Washington x Reader

Time Period: Canon Era

Words: 2,263 (i keep getting carried away with the word count, there ! :o )

Warnings: Nothing much ? Just mentions of war ?

Tags: (*cries because this is my first tag tysm* ; - ;) @nervous-crossbow

A/N: Hi everyone! So basically I heard this song, fell in love, and tried my hand at a songfic for the first time ! I am so sorry it takes so long for me to write ! 
I literally have like five stories (including that one request) that are halfway done but I can’t seem to finish them ! Again, sorry ! :(

BUT IN OTHER NEWS !!! I’VE REACHED A HUNDRED FOLLOWERS !!! I am so very honored thank you all so very very much *ugly sobs* ; U ; 

I hope you all like this ! Please tell me if it’s okay or what I can do to improve it ! Feedback is the absolute best and thank you to all who give me any type of feedback !

Without further ado ! Enjoy !

Originally posted by romanovass

Can’t say how the days will unfold

Can’t change what the future may hold

She had received another letter from the battlefield. The courier had arrived not long ago, and upon seeing the name of the sender, (Name) had rushed to her room and all but tore open the envelope.

George had sent her a missive.

Reading the words, her heart grew heavy - as if the sentences were weights upon her chest, making it infinitely harder to breathe.

They had lost yet another battle. There was no official number of casualties as of yet, but George expected them to be plentiful. But that was not the worst part. Now, the army would settle into their winter encampments at Valley Forge. 

Already, George had received reports of disease claiming the lives of his soldiers - appendages lost to frostbite because the army could not spare no shoe nor glove. George knew they were low on rations, and starvation seemed inevitable.

The general knew very well he could lose half his army to the unforgiving winter ahead, and with the dollar devaluing as much as it had, he was unsure of their ability to finance another campaign.

With all odds stacked so clearly against their favor, hope was as scarce a resource as the food on their tables.

This was the end of the revolution.

But I want you in it

Every hour, every minute

(Name) couldn’t stifle the sob that escaped her lips at the sight of the written words.

The script was untidy and almost unreadable - as if her husband’s hand had shaken profusely upon writing. The ink ran where teardrops that had long-since dried fell; black smudges at the margins where fingers hastily tried to wipe the salty drops away.

She buried her face in her hands as her heart bled with the pain of it all. Never had she felt so helpless. So unable to do anything to help the man she loved so dearly, when his world was crashing down around him.

Her place was at his side; to be there to take his hand even when they faced the darkest of times. 

So why, then, was she here - beyond her husband’s reach when he needed her most? 

This world can race by far too fast

Hard to see while it’s all flying past

There seemed to be new developments everyday. News of battles that would shape the outcome of this gruesome war.

In such charged times, rumors were as common as the events themselves - taking on such detail and life that they resembled reality.

She wondered if there would come a day when her heart wouldn’t stop when she heard someone whispering of her husband’s rumored capture.

Now, however, fighting was at a standstill as the armies retreated into their winter camps. In those freezing quarters, it would be a fight for survival - the chill as lethal as bullets and bayonets. Here, even the greatest of generals could not outmaneuver the hunger their men had to suffer - helpless and unable to fight back.

And George… he would be alone. Nothing but his darkest thoughts to keep him company on the long, winter nights. Blaming himself. Loathing himself. Suffering.

It was those thoughts that finally made the decision (Name) had been debating upon for some time now.

The answer was quite simple: she could not let that happen.

But it’s clear now

When you’re standing here now

“Please tell the coachman to ready the carriage. I shall ride for Pennsylvania tonight.”

I am meant to be

Wherever you are next to me

It was a ten-day journey - traversing over hundreds of miles to reach the military encampment. A weariness had settled into (Name)’s bones from the unforgiving travel.

But that did not matter.

Not when she was getting closer and closer to her husband with each turn of the wheel. Not when she felt as if she could nearly burst with happiness at the prospect of seeing him again. Of having the chance to be there for him and to console him - to take him into her arms for he would have no one else’s.

She could not keep the smile from her face at the thought. 

To be his wife.

He did not have to face the dark winter alone any longer. Not when she would be there.

Outside, the dark forest, faintly lit by the light of the moon, passed by. (Name) gazed out the window - determination shining clearly in her eyes.

‘I am on my way, George.’

All I want to do 

“Sir? There is a woman at the door, asking for you.”

“A woman?” George questioned, looking up from his writing in confusion. Another letter to congress, begging for supplies.

“Yes sir,” the soldier continued. “She says it’s urgent.”

The general’s brow furrowed.

“I have five minutes. Send her in.”

Is come running home to you

Come running home to you

“Five minutes, George? I’m quite certain you have more time than that.”

The quill in the commander-in-chief’s hand froze mid-stroke. The ink began to blot as the stain grew wider - effectively ruining the letter and ensuring he would have to rewrite the missive.

But George could not bring himself to care. 

He knew that voice. With its tone colored in amusement, and the smile practically visible in the words…

But it could not be.

She was hundreds of miles from him, in the safety of their home. Perhaps he was imagining things.

But… did he dare to hope?

With a shaky breath, the general raised his eyes from the piece of parchment.

And like an impossible wish granted, there she was.

His eyes were wide with awe and disbelief - a single word ringing in his stupefied mind.


And all my life I promise to 

Keep running home to you

In great strides that bordered a run, George swiftly closed the distance between them, and took his wife into his arms.

He embraced (Name) as tightly as he could without hurting her. His hold was almost desperate - a strong hand resting protectively behind her head to shield her from the world outside.

And if (Name) could feel hot moisture trickle from where her husband’s face was buried in the crook of her neck - she did not mention it.

Keep running home…

“You cannot be here, dearest,” said George urgently, eyes almost frantic when he fully realized the dangers of their situation.

To this, however, (Name) smiled with eyebrows raised - as if taking the worried words as a challenge.

“If you think I am leaving you to brave this winter alone, you are sorely mistaken, my dear.”

Adamantly, the commander shook his head.

No. I will not have you in danger. I will not risk it. I need you safe, (Name). I need you to go home, this instant.”

To you.

“I am home, George.”

Oh, and I could see it

Right from the start 

Right from the start

From there, everything had changed.

The soldiers and staff could see it; the way the general walked with something of a spring in his step. He was more sure, more hopeful. His voice was clear and confident - his decisions certain and precise.

His troops could notice the change as well - the commander’s new-found vigor, boosting morale and spreading hope amongst the army like a wildfire.

And ever-beside the great commanding officer was his wife - never faltering in her duties as the Mrs. General.

The soldiers smiled to themselves whenever they caught sight of the couple.

It appears Mrs. Washington had packed the renewed spirit of the army in her trunks.

That you would be

Be my light in the dark 

Light in the dark

When spring came, and the snow melted, the fighting inevitably resumed. (Name) knew of the risk of staying with the army in these times, and knew it was far too dangerous to remain. And so she exchanged a somber goodbye with her husband, before returning to Virginia.

But in some ways, it felt as if she had not left.

Her letters kept the flame of hope blazing brightly in the general’s heart. In the most trying of times, she was George’s beacon of hope - his raft upon sea. She was not there in person, no - but he felt as if she was still near. As if still with him in heart and spirit.

She was there, by his side, through the bloody battles - when the smoke of gunpowder choked his lungs and it seemed all was lost.

She was there when he grappled with congress for supplies - his frustration, near-overwhelming.

She was there when his nightmares woke him in the wee hours of dawn.

There when they finally began to win more and more victories over the enemy.

There when he began to prepare battle strategies for final attack.

And she was there, by his side, when Cornwallis surrendered his troops at Yorktown.

Oh, you gave me no other choice but to love you

On the 3rd of September, 1783, Washington received word that their delegation had signed the Treaty of Paris, containing the British terms of surrender.

And for a few seconds, he could do nothing but sit in stupefied silence.

Against all odds, they had done it. 

They had won.

All I want to do

It was nighttime when the carriage crossed the border into Virginia. Foreign fields transformed into familiar landscapes - into panoramas he knew well since childhood. And at the sight, George Washington could not help the tears that sprang to his eyes.

For so long, he wondered if he would ever be able to return. On those infinitely long nights - miles and miles away, in a camp with his army - he feared he had bid the place of his birth his final farewell. He knew not if his endeavors would end with a victory, or end at the gallows. If he would be able to come out of the war alive, or if he would perish with the rest of his men.

But now… all of that was over.

And he was coming home.

The carriage moved swiftly, but not nearly as fast as George would have wanted.

How could one be patient, when their home was so close after being out of reach for so long? How could one be patient, when the love of their life was on the other side?

‘Just a little longer,’ George thought to himself. 

'I’m coming home, (Name).’

Is come running home to you

Come running home to you

At Mount Vernon, a piece of parchment found its way into the hands of (Name) Washington from the courier.

On it were four simple words, written hastily - tears staining the cheeks of both author and recipient.

'Will be home soon.’

And all my life I promise to

Keep running home to you

It was dawn when (Name) saw the carriage coming - like a scene she had imagined so many times before. 

She did not know for certain who its passenger was. It could very well have been another acquaintance or perhaps even a tradesman.

But her heart - oh, it was screaming George’s name.

And so against all logic and reasoning, she ran.

She knew it was undignified for her to do so. Unladylike. Unbecoming of a woman of her stature to run like a youngling in a game of tag.

And it did not matter the slightest bit. Not when George was on the other side.

So she kept running.

Keep running home…

He did not know what made him do it. It was instinct - a tug in his heart he knew well never to ignore. It went against all sense; he was mere seconds away from the front doors of his home.

But he did it anyway.

“Stop the carriage,” he barked almost urgently to the coachman. 

He nearly pitched forwards at the abrupt stop, and tumbled almost clumsily out of the carriage - his footing not quite so secure.

But then he looked up, and what he saw made his heart swell and his eyes water.

Because his wife was there - smiling more radiantly than a thousand suns because he was home and he was safe.

And she was running towards him.

His feet were moving - leaping, striding, before he could even think of what to do next. Then suddenly, propriety was worth as much as a handful of ash, and he was running towards her with an urgency he had never felt before in all his time on earth.

She was getting closer.

And closer.

Home to you

And when they met, the world melted away - fading to the background and of no consequence whatsoever.

Suddenly, all the struggle, the heartache, the worry; years of tears and fear and helplessness and hopelessness… it meant nothing.

Her husband was back home to her - breathing - alive. So wonderfully, wonderfully alive. And nothing on the face of the earth mattered except the man she had in her arms.

And for the battle-worn general, everything else could rot in hell for all he cared.

Because he had his wife now. That was all that ever mattered.

He was home.

Can’t say how the days will unfold

Can’t change what the future may hold

Neither of them knew what would happen in the days or the months or the years to come. What hurdles lay ahead - what seemingly insurmountable mountains they would have to climb. Their role in the birth of this nation was not yet finished - on the contrary, just beginning - and the future would not be an easy one. It never was.

…But now was not the time to worry about such things.

Now, the sun was rising above the horizon.

Now, husband and wife were reunited.

And that was everything.

But I want you in it

Every hour, every minute…

Can we stop demonizing the need for young doctors to take time off after difficult shifts? I mean its even in the frickin law book that after 24hour long shift we should go home so we dont cause any harm to patients
I know there is this “open agreement"that without saying a word we stay at work even if working already for 24hours. (But for the other 8 working hours we are paid only the first three).
So no, i wont be staying today thank you very much.
I went home and literally dropped dead into my bed.
You might think that i am weak or not build for this kind of job but i feel…hollow.
One more patient saying that he or she had The flu two days ago but now they feel fine and i might LOSE IT.


This is a (VERY LATE) holiday fic for my non-fandom writing group SS, flutterby_cupcake_26 on AO3.

It’s SoMa. It’s sweet, sad, and sappy. I hope you find some enjoyment even if it’s not your fandom or pairing, and I’m so so so sorry for being the worst latest SS EVAH!

Thanks go to @sahdah for the eyes, the film suggestion, and also for doing a silly awesome thing when we talked about no shave November.

Sahdah’s no shave November post can be found here.

Read on AO3 or FFN.

Fuck no shave November, that’s all he has to say. Fuck no shave November, fuck Black Star for goading him into that ridiculousness, and most of all, fuck Maka for being so damned earnest, and so damned cute when she’s so damned earnest that he never has the heart to say no when it actually matters to her. Not that he really denies her anything much ever.

No, really, fuck Maka. He wishes. Which is probably the reason he’s in this mess. Well, more like sappy, gross, sentimental feelings. Refer back to that whole generally-forgets-the-word-no-when-she’s-around thing.

The girl is definitely trouble.

With an exaggerated sigh, Soul scowls at his own face in the mirror. Yeah, alright, he’s got a nice, full, white beard since he’d been too lazy to shave it off right away. And his usual mop of white hair under the silly red velvet cap. And a soft red suit now stuffed at the belly. So maybe he can pass for pop culture Santa, except the whole red eyes and mouth full of oddly sharp teeth that make him look more like Satan than Santa–hey, only a few letters off, really.

He grimaces at his own reflection, and actually, that’s better than the scowl that would surely send kids screaming for the hills. Makes him look just that bit less like the devil posing as jolly old Saint Nick.

“So are you coming out?” A voice calls from the other side of the dressing room door. Is he? No. Definitely no. Being seen in public this way, even in a lame costume shop smack in the middle of a run down strip mall, is surely some form of social suicide, good bye cool, goodbye dignity, goodbye self-respect.

“Yeah, whatever,” he says instead with another exaggerated sigh, his inability to say no to the girl on the other side of the door biting him in the ass for the umpteenth time this month alone.

Taking that last step to the door, Soul twists the knob and haltingly swings it open.

Ah, there she stands, his reason for the season, his cruel, cruel mistress, leaned so casually against the wall that he might be looking for new jeans rather than sealing his social suicide. Not that he’s ever been much for people. Goodbye, cruel world!

“Oh my god, Soul, you look–you look–”

Her grin is stretched so wide across her face that he’s sure it has to hurt, green eyes sparkling, and his heart does loop de loops in his chest cavity. Yes, Maka is trouble and he is in trouble, as usual.

“–Ridiculous?” Soul says before she can, the scowl firmly back in place in spite of the way her smile does funny things to his insides.

“I was going to say ‘adorable,’ but just at the moment, with that sour puss, you look like you want to maim me.”

Well, he sort of does. Not maim, but mark, maybe. Touch definitely. Then again, he always wants that with her, the unobtainable, so that’s easy enough to tamp down on. No, even more than that, just at the moment Soul wants to wither and die, or maybe disappear, anything to diminish the humiliation he feels as two teen girls trying on some sort of skimpy elf get ups come out from another dressing room and start giggling his way.

“Whatever.” He shrugs as Maka glares at the girls, and unlike his scowl, that sends them scampering back into their dressing room. Go figure.

“I told you this wouldn’t work–can we go now?”

“It’ll work if you can refrain from glaring at the world for a whole hour of your life.” She saunters up and puts a hand on his chest, stroking the material of the fuzzy red coat. Maka herself has donned an elf costume–short festive dress, pigtails, ears. She looks adorable. His scowl softens considerably at her proximity.

“Doubtful.” Soul offers her a flat stare.

“Do it for the kids?”

This earns her an eyeroll even if he knows she knows that yes, he is a marshmallow on the inside, and yes, he would indeed humiliate himself to make sick kids smile even if no one else on the planet but her might realize that. Well, maybe Wes, but he’s not here to back her claim.

“Then do it for the reward?”

“Reward?” He’s already going to do it and they both damn well know it, but hell, may as well get something for the trouble and complete loss of cool.

“Mmm hmmm,” she hums and smiles sweetly. “I’ll bake your favorite cookies.”

Maka’s a good baker and pretty much never bakes. His stomach rumbles at the thought. “It’s a start,” he mutters.

“And…” Her hand continues to stroke at the material of the red coat.


“I’ll let you pick the movie tonight. Any movie, and I won’t say a word. Or retaliate.”

Well, that’s also something. It’s not his turn, and even when it is, if Soul picks something he knows Maka won’t like, she will pick the worst historical romance bullshit she can find the week after. There’s only so much coy flirting he can take, really, and the trite classical scores always give him childhood flashbacks he could do without.

“Getting warmer,” the concession is grumbled.

And, I’ll rub your back while we watch the movie.”

Ding ding ding we have a winner! Movie, cookies, and backrub with Maka. She’s hit the trifecta, and fuck it all if that sly smile doesn’t say she knows it.

Well, then.

“Fine, you win,” he grumble-sighs, and it’s only half for show because while he dreads the next hour, he has an evening of bliss ahead of him.

In the end, Soul supposes, an hour of Santa suit purgatory is a small price to pay.

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Player: Jeff Skinner – Carolina Hurricanes


Of course my love! You know I adore getting requests from you! I hope you enjoy this one about our little ball of sunshine! Love you bunches! 💕

Mentions: Victor Rask, Noah Hanifin, Elias Lindholm

Warnings: Angst. Curse Word I think?

Preview: You know I have been here for an entire year and haven’t gotten with an NHL player? You questioned aloud, allowing Drunk Y/N to take over you and Jeff’s banter.

Characters:. 922 words.

Originally posted by nhl-canes

You couldn’t believe you were at your own going-away party. Your lease was up and you just didn’t have the money to renew. You loved being so close to your childhood best friend. Jeff had begged you to come out and try the Carolina scene.

You tried it for a year. You went to school online and spent as much time with your personal ball of sunshine. You loved him and the entire NHL team. But now your time was up. 

You were sitting at a table with Jeff, downing your fourth beer.

You know I have been here for an entire year and haven’t gotten with an NHL player? You questioned aloud, allowing Drunk Y/N to take over you and Jeff’s banter.

Jeff almost spit out his drink turning a bright pink.

“I wonder if Rask is any good in bed? The man is gorgeous. Or maybe Hanifin, I’d let him spend five minutes in my penalty box.” You giggled and hiccupped at the same time.

“Y/N. I rather not spend time talking about you and my teammates.” He chirped quickly.

“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.” You smirked. “I’d let Elias slip past my goalie you know.”

Jeff had enough, he suddenly stood up and stormed off.

You followed. “What are you jealous or something?”

“I am not jealous! I just care about you Y/N!” He answered when you reached outside the bar.

Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself” you snapped, crossing your arms.

“Can you Y/N? Really? You haven’t been with a guy since you’ve been here. And now suddenly you want to get with my teammates?”

Drunk You took over.

“I haven’t been with anyone? Have you ever thought you’re the reason? Maybe I wanted to sleep with a teammate of yours to distract me, you moron! I’m in love with you stupid!

You couldn’t believe what you did next. You kissed your best friend. But he didn’t respond.

You stood back instantly regretting your decisions.


“Please just talk to me. Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.”

“Y/N, I…I can’t”

You just nodded choking away your tears. You wrapped your arms around your stomach hugging yourself for comfort. You turned on your heels to head home. You began walking letting yourself cry. They fell harder when you realized he wasn’t chasing you.

You woke up heartbroken. You got up and began to finish packing. Thank god you were leaving today, you wanted to hide in a hole for the rest of your life. You were convinced you would never hear from Jeff again. Only you could manage ruin 20 years of friendship in a span of 6.

That was until there was a knock at your door.



“Why are you panting?” you ask cocking your head.

“Well, I have been running.”


“I had to talk to you.”

“Well, I don’t really have time. I have to get this done before I leave” You turned back to your work.

“Stop!” he yelled causing you to jump. You couldn’t remember a time Jeff had yelled.

“I need to say this.” He said calmer than his previous statement.

“Fine, but really my flight…”

“It will only take a second.” He interrupted.

“We will only friends 3 days ago. I had never thought about anything more.

“It was stupid and…”

“I told you to stop didn’t I?”

You closed your mouth, crossing your arms.

“But then we kissed, and everything changed. And I didn’t realize any of this until I was standing alone in my apartment without you. You can just imagine how I felt when I realized the woman I love is moving back home because her lease is up.

You felt tense at his words. Did Jeff just say he was in love with you?

“So Y/N, move in with me because I want to date you. I want to be with you. I want to spend as much time with you as I can.” He pleaded.

“You don’t want that Jeff. You don’t want to be with me…” you answered softly shaking your head.

“But I do. Don’t you see that?”

“Jeff, there is a reason we have been just friends all these years. It’s comfortable, it will just be easier. We can just forget about the kiss and I will move back home. You can visit me during the off season and everything will be how it always was.” You tried turning your back to hide your tears.

“You’re right, that would be easier.” He started and you choked back a sob, the tears falling harder 

“But I don’t want easy. I can’t go back to being just friends with you. Not after that kiss.”

“I’m scared.” You whispered as you turned to face him. You’re breath leaving you when you saw how close he was.

“Me too, but we can be scared together”

You just nodded.

“God, I am so in love with you.”

“I love you too skinny.”

“So you’re staying right?” he smiled that one in a million grin of his.

You placed a kiss onto his lips instead of answering.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

And once again, you melted into his smile.