they had such a complex relationship

anonymous asked:

I’m such a complicated person.... Its crazy. There are times when I’m cool with my friends but then there are times when I just want nothing to do with them. Mostly when I’m dealing through shit and i just don’t want anyone to pity me or try to be there for me. Now that I’m thinking about it I’ve always been a distant person. Never had a long friendship.... never been in a relationship. Pushed every dude that showed interest in me away. I’m okay with being alone, but sometimes I crave intimacy.

The universe is crazy. In the blink of an eye there’s an unthinkable amount of solar systems and there’s this one particular blue dot that has complex creatures on it. While they’re using telescopes to see dead stars, some fall in love and some don’t. But I’d like to think that even the people who don’t admit it, everyone is afraid of dying alone. Like seriously, who wants to die alone? Having no one to hold your hand? No one to say I love you, even if we’ve been through some shit together… life, life is crazy. It’s okay if you are. Hell, if you were or looked normal, I’d like to think that something fishy is going on. We’re all crazy in our own little one. It’s just up to you if you let people in to accept your crazy.

Grief - Marcel Gerard Oneshot

Word Count - 607

Requested By: Anon

Your relationship with Marcel had been difficult, for lack of a better word. You had been his one night stand, his friends with benefits and eventually his on-again-off-again relationship. Your complex relationship had continued for the better part of a year. The two of you had met at one of his many ‘charity events’ he hosted in order to display his political prestige, to demonstrate the extent of his rule over New Orleans and you had served as somewhat of a distraction. Over time the two of you had entered into a relationship, however, due to the mounting pressure of the rule of New Orleans, particularly given the arrival of Klaus Mikaelson who was vying for power, and the arrival of Marcels longtime love, Rebekah Mikaelson your relationship had been strained, and you regularly broke it off with each other before coming back for more, as one of you always did a few weeks later.

A part of you had always wanted more out of this relationship, you regretted the uncertainty and the lack of trust which existed between the two of you. In truth you both cared deeply for one and other, however, circumstance had gotten in the way, as it often had. Despite this, the two of you remained close, even when not explicitly together, which is why you always seemed to be falling back into each other’s arms. Because as well as a heated sexual chemistry, you also had an intense friendship, which is why when someone came between the two of you, trust was broken. You could not bear to be alone.

The relationship between Marcel and yourself, and Marcel and Davina could not have been more different. Where you and Marcel had a relationship founded on sex, Marcel looked upon Davina as a daughter protecting her from harm, however, despite your differences, Davina and yourself had become the most important aspects of Marcel’s life. So when Davina died you knew he would need you. Someone he could talk to, confide in, so you went to him. You crossed the river to find him and when you did you found only the shell of someone you once knew.

'Marcel?’ You entered his room cautiously, as not to invade his personal space should he not want your company. However Marcel did not answer you. Nor did he acknowledge your presence. You had found marcel sat in his armchair, staring out towards the city, drink in hand, motionless.

When it had become clear that Marcel was not going to recognise your presence anytime soon, you invited yourself into his room, poured yourself a drink and sat beside him, looking out to the city with him. The two of you sat in silence together for what felt like hours before Marcel broke your silence. 'It’s my fault.’ he said, solemnly, and matter of factly.
'No’ You replied. You could not have protected her from this. Nobody could have. This is bigger than us. But I can tell you one thing, Marcel. We will not rest until we have put whatever did this to her six foot underground. I promise you. We will avenge her.’ You spoke to Marcel with a passion and a fire for a girl that honestly you did not know intimately and this gave Marcel a sense of reassurance, of purpose. For the first time, Marcel moved his gaze from his window and turned it towards you. A glimmer of hope was present in his grief-stricken face as he spoke calmly to you. 'No, Y/N. We’re going to do better than that, we’re going to bring her back. Call Vincent.’

8

Some more boards from Tangled: Before Ever After! :)

The very first board is special to me because it’s a drawing I did on my first day that made it all the way to the finished product! After watching Chris and Shane’s series pitch I went back to my desk and just had to get that moment between Rapunzel and her father out. The relationship between them is so complex and emotional and I was honored to board that sequence! And honored to have a drawing I did on my free time before any real work had been assigned make it all the way through the pipeline!! 

I hope you all enjoyed the movie! As exciting as it was waiting for the world to see THIS…I’m even MORE excited about what’s yet to come. 

Nearly Witches (differences between the two versions)

for anon..

Ryan’s version:

  • basically Ryan’s version is creepy af
  • “as a boy”
  • it’s kinda introspective.. of course the lyrics are open to interpretation but my initial impression was that he was describing himself in a dark way and examining his relationship with his family
  • honestly it’s so sad like he reduces himself to ‘a fetish blessed with an operatic skeleton’
  • ‘and as the stars watched me descent, I cracked the family tree and chopped off all of the branches’ he implies his birth destroyed his family
  • ‘I ate my wishes on golden toothpicks and digested them with wolf intestines’ he had to give up his dreams, but he. How do I put it in words. He swallowed and crushed them completely…? Kinda self destructive I guess

Brendon’s Version

  • Pretty, romantic lyrics, the complex lyrics at the beginning are beautiful but I honestly can’t relate them to the rest of the song like ‘my wingtips waltz across naive wood floors’ etc
  • “as a girl”
  • mocks the original lyrics “here I am composing a burlesque” in live shows
  • added French lyrics at the beginning
  • 'How does a heart love if no one has noticed it’s presence and where does it go’ ahhh!!! It’s so good?
  • fades into “mona lisa…” for the Ballad of Mona Lisa
masterpost of iconic lines/moments in Froot (2015) by Marina and the Diamonds

Happy: 

  • when the chorus effect starts on the line “melted away like I was free” and my soul escaped my body, went to hell, and was immediately forgiven by the benevolent god that is marina diamandis
  • “I realize to be happy, maybe I need a little company” and I started crying one minute and forty seconds into the album
  • the sheer force with which my head was ejected from my body when she hits the high note on “I believe someone’s watching over me”
  • the chord changes in the bridge making me feel melancholy realness, honey
  • invented the piano, invented happy songs that sound sad, invented music
  • I’ve fallen asleep crying to this song an uncountable amount of times

Froot:

  • THE FUCKING BASS RIFF IN THE FIRST TWO SECONDS which precisely and methodically severed my ear canal from my cranium
  • everything about this song
  • “ju-u-u-uice, la la la la la la la” >>> the entire discography of the rolling stones, the beatles, led zeppelin, and all of your dusty-ass “iconic” faves 
  • the sultriness of the fucking low G she hits perfectly and consistently throughout the verses
  • “but I ain’t in a patient phase” probably the most iconic modern music will get
  • the way she sings “come on fill your cup uuuuuuuUUUUUPP” shattering my femur
  • “i’ve been saving all my summers for you” assassinates all of the poetry by William Shakespeare combined
  • every part of the second verse, especially “baby I am plump and ripe, I’m pinker than shepard’s delight, sweet like honeysuckle late at night” which was better sex-ed than I received throughout my entire adolescent academic career
  • “birds and worms will come for me, the cycle of life is complete” making fucking DECOMPOSITION the sexiest thing anyone has ever said in the compendium of human history
  • The Fucking Bridge Melody that she sings well beyond the troposphere, above the stratosphere, and sitting sexily in the mesosphere
  • “oh my body is ready, yeah it’s ready, yeah it’s ready”

I’m a Ruin

  • marina single-handedly addressing the complexities of young-adult relationships with “I could treat you better but I’m not that smart”
  • the insane degree to which I scream “yeah yeah, uh huh, woo hoo, yeah yeah” at the end of the chorus, thus startling my neighbors and setting off car alarms
  • “It’s difficult to move on when nothing was right and nothing was wrong” making me spray tears out of my eyes like a machine gun
  • the way the back up vocals come in on “I’ve had my share of beautiful men, but I’m still young and I want to love again”
  • the dichotomy of “I’ll ruin you” and “I’m a ruin” are proven to be one and the same, thus ending the careers of marriage counselors across the world

Blue

  • the iconic and instantly-memorable backing track
  • the continuity between the themes of the last song with the opening line “we’ve broken up and now I regret it”
  • the FORESHADOWING of “and I don’t know why but I can’t forget it” which alludes to the themes of the NEXT song, Forget, basically proving Marina doesn’t need references to any body of literature but her own goddamn songs
  • “gimme love, gimme dreams, gimme a good self-esteem” ejecting my wig at mach 3 into another dimension
  • the sheer craftsmanship of the pre-chorus, which is perfectly catchy and memorable while refraining from cliches
  • the way the beat picks up on the chorus and I demand my non-existent ex to “gimme one more night”
  • “I’m sick of looking after you, I need a man to hold on to, I’m bored of everything we do, but I just keep coming back to you” proving marina is just as fed up with fuckboys as we are, but is just as flawed and hypocritical as us, showing her imperfections and making her more worthy of our worship
  • ending the song on the pre-chorus like the fucking INNOVATOR of MODERN MUSIC she is??? like please tell me WHEN will your fave

Forget

  • this list doesn’t include the visuals from the music videos but I will make an exception for the ICONIC wig she wears in the video
  • the vocals for “never heal” sending me into a tailspin and crashing into a ditch at 70 mph
  • 50% of the chorus is the word “forget” and it is STILL the height of modern literature
  • after her mention of an “abacus” in the second verse, abacus sales went up 2000% and surpassed their unprecedented popularity in ancient Greece
  • “yeah it’s time to be letting go, yeah baby you know what I’m talking about” probably the most iconique start to a bridge physically possible in this dimension
  • “YEAH I’VE BEEN DANCING WITH THE DEVIL I LOVE THAT HE PRETENDS TO CARE IF I’LL EVER GET TO HEAVEN WHEN A MILLION DOLLARS GETS YOU THERE OH ALL THE TIME THAT I HAVE WASTED CHASING RABBITS DOWN A HOLE WHEN I WAS BORN TO BE THE TORTOISE I WAS BORN TO WALK ALONE” is not supposed to be a high-intensity part of the song but I don’t fucking care obviously
  • the way she fucking develops the lyrics of the chorus throughout the song and makes each line the best life lesson you ever heard??? who is this woman?????

Gold

  • by FAR the most underrated song on the album for no goddamn reason like, have you demons even listened to it?? hmmmmm????
  • i have no idea how the accompaniment was made for the song but whoever did it was a genius and needs to be remembered for the rest of time
  • “doesn’t matter long as I am your star, sta-AAARRRR” melodically groundbreaking, please take notes everyone
  • “don’t think i want what I used to want, don’t think I need what i used to need” addressing the pains of growing out of old friendships and passions in a fun approach
  • “you can’t take away the Midas touch, so you better make way for a GREEK GOLD RUSH” YES MAMA REPRESENT YOUR COUNTRY LIKE THE GODDESS YOU AAAARE
  • knew she could rhyme “El Dorado” with “Colorado” and fucking did
  • the fade out at the end of the song painting her as a con-artist or corrupt gold-dealer being hauled off to jail while reveling in the near success of her schemes is what???? I C O N I C

Can’t Pin Me Down

  • this song is direct proof that marina is a straight up motherfucking KUNT in charge of her destiny. the album is labeled as explicit because of this ONE song and only ONE line: “you might think I’m one thing, but I am another. You can’t call my bluff, TIME TO BACKUP MOTHERFUCKER” like not only is this the most badass line in the history of language, but this line was so important to her that she made the album explicit JUST FOR THIS ONE LINE. SHE IS AN ICON. END OF STORY.
  • she is a feminist! BUT! “Do you really want me to write a feminist anthem, I’m happy in the kitchen cooking dinner for my husband” proving that you do NOT know this bitch. she is nothing you think she is. except that she is an I C O N.
  • the meter of “just another girl in the twenty-first century” has me unpredictably and immeasurably shook because she is just! that! kind! of! girl!
  • “You think I’m like the others, boy you need to get your eyes che-e-e-e-e-e-ecked, che-e-e-e-e-e-e-ecked” blew the skin clean off of my face
  • “i can be your russian doll” like,,,, gag
  • the entire concept and existence of this song is revolutionary and cements her position as the strongest female artist of our generation

Solitaire

  • holy FUCK you guys love to hate amazing songs, don’t you?? this song is without a doubt one of my favorites and you fuckers have the NERVE
  • the production on this song is one of a kind and continues to prove her versatility in style on this album. any reservations you had about her from electra heart better be EVAPORATED by this point.
  • the melodies on this song are, besides Froot, the catchiest on the album for me. they are so well crafted and inventive, i am shaking
  • “hard like a rock, cold like stone, white like a diamond, black like coal, cut like a jewel, yeah I repair myself when you’re not there” is such an amazing pre-chorus for this song like it could no possibly be better than that
  • the way the mood shifts from the verse to the chorus cut off my arms with raw blunt force
  • the flourish on the line “and I’ll admit all I wanna do is get drunk and silent” gave me an aneurysm
  • holy fucking SHIT the end of the bridge is for sure a highlight on the album. “but I’m not cursed, i’m not cursed, I was just covered in dirt” like damn marina go all the way off
  • the extra-dimensional high notes on this song are second to none, babes

Better Than That

  • “You’re just another in a long line of men she screwed” is the FUCKING WAY TO START A SONG, GIRLS. ARE YOU JOTTING THIS DOWN??
  • “So why’s she looking like a cat who got the cream?” ugh marina is so perfect I cannot deal with this bitch anymore
  • the sheer vocal talent on the chorus, like how high can this girl go? someday she’s going to rupture my eardrums and I will thank her personally
  • “with an angel voice, devil in disguise” the vocal production for this is perfect and successfully made me shit myself
  • “and she’ll network till her dreams come true, even if it means getting in a bed with you” miss marina is out for BLOOD everyone, the music industry is cowering in fear of her objective talent and lack of fucks
  • “i’m not passing judgment on her sexual life, I’m passing judgement on the way she always stuck her knife in my back” whoever this woman is she is getting READ for FILTH by lady diamandis and you all need to watch your backs

Weeds

  • this song is straight out of a sappy rom-com and I am fully living for it
  • “but it keeps growing back like WEEDS” I am currently screaming please give me a moment
  • “and God knows what sex is, a way to feel a bit, a little bit less lonely” marina chose sex to be a prominent theme on this album but she has shown she can handle it in the moment mature way any woman in the industry can. it’s subtle, it’s methodical, it isn’t vulgar, it’s just straight real and honest and such an important thing to discuss! this song is another aspect of how sex can be important in our lives. she better preach tbh
  • the aesthetics can reserved character on this song are a beautiful contrast that the album needed. filler tracks who???

Savages

  • full disclosure, this song blew a hole right through my body with the sheer impact of its lyrics and chorus
  • there are so many fucking good lyrics on this song, it’s truly baffling that anyone has a career in the music industry after this was dropped
  • “I’m not afraid of God, I am afraid of man” I am Screeching
  • the first beat of the chorus, my bodily fluids are already dripping from the ceiling and my bones are crushed into a fine powder
  • “underneath it all, we’re just savages hidden behind shirts, ties, and marriages” she is prophet, the chosen one, the woman who will deliver us from our mortal coils
  • “another day, another tale of rape, another ticking bomb to bury deep and detonate” Marina is fully aware of the important problems our nation is facing at the time the album was released and even to today. she isn’t a shallow artist like the persona she created in electra heart, she has become almost the exact opposite. She is taking on these issues with a clear judgment and grace and I am so proud and appreciative of her work.
  • “are you killing for yourself or killing for your savior?” YES YOU BETTER ASSASSINATE THESE MOTHERFUCKERS
  • the buildup in the last chorus to the E T H E R E A L ending is clearly the climax of modern pop music

Immortal

  • you could play this song for me and tell me it’s a message from an angel and I would 200% believe you
  • the melody on this track is so fucking pristine it’s like a glacier melting in your mouth
  • it continues the themes of humanity from Savages but looks at a completely different issue about it. this album is cohesive, planned out, and a complete and full body of work
  • the moment the chorus hits with “I’m forever chasing after time” my limbs are being forcibly extended by a device of love and torture
  • “but if the earth ends in fire, and the seas are frozen in time, there will be just one survivor, the memory that I was yours and you were mine” ok not kidding anymore this is STRAIGHT up MOTHER fucking POETIC genius and innovation at its most concentrated and talented moment
  • when she says “twice” on the high note in the chorus, it’s like the most beautiful bell shattering in my ear, tbqh
  • THE FUCKING BRIDGE is actual art. “I just wanna be able to say the I live my life” the way she executes this melody is cold-blooded and frankly she should be charged with manslaughter for it


bottom line, Marina Diamandis released the biggest breakthrough in pop music to date in 2015 and all of you demons let it flop. if you have the nerve to call this album a failure, I have literally 0 respect for you and no one is ever going to love you

Venus in Signs, people you might fall in love with, and warnings:

Venus in Aries: Pretty much everyone that excites you and can do crazy stuff together, keeping the fire of your passions (sexual and mental). Probably a close friend you can do everything with. Be careful to not hurt people when your passion is gone, or go over the person too quickly.

Venus in Taurus: Someone mature, well stablished, that knows how to enjoy the finer things in life. Probably someone older, that will help you to shape the kind of life you envision for yourself. Or at least someone with cooking skills. Be careful with liars or people who might spend what they don’t have to impress.

Venus in Gemini: Someone talkative, with good words. Probably fell for a teacher or someone really into new knowledges, a nerdy friend. Someone you can talk and listen forever and don’t see time flying. Be careful with those that are all talking and no action.

Venus in Cancer: Someone really caring. Maybe a babysitter, a teacher from kindergarten, someone older with a soft and kind heart that makes you feel like home. Be careful with those who might guilt trap you, or use your feelings against you.

Venus in Leo: Can be those fangirls of actors, singers, performers. Someone that can impress you and inspire you with their doings. Someone famous, or at least respected. Be careful to not give yourself to fake people, or people who might just use you as a tool for their ego.

Venus in Virgo: Maybe a co-worker, or someone you admire so hard everything they do you might not realize you’re in love. Someone clever, reference in their field. Someone that loves working and gets excited sharing ideas. Be careful with jealousy, cause you might underestimate your mental skills if they seem not as into you. You’re interesting enough.

Venus in Libra: Someone beautiful. You might pass as shallow because you like pretty people first. You might have a hard time loving people that doesn’t deserve you. Eventually you will learn to love the inside as well. Be careful with people who might use you through your love and kindness.

Venus in Scorpio: You might have a thing for broken things. People with problems, traumas, dark secrets. If they behave oddly, it gets your attention. If they share it with you, you’re in love to the point you might endure everything for them. Be careful with potential abusers.

Venus in Sagittarius: You might fall in love with adventurous people. Researchers, people who works traveling, even foreigners. People who will show you a new world. Be careful with people too weird or actually dangerous.

Venus in Capricorn: You like older people, or at least people who behave well and seem older. You can fall for your boss, or someone of superior status. You might like “daddys” even. Be careful with powerful people trying to control you too much and lose yourself.

Venus in Aquarius: you like the punk ones. The different, the rebels, the marginalized. You sympathize with them and fighting their fights is highly important. Be careful with victim complex, or to try to save people that don’t want to be saved.

Venus in Pisces: You tend to romantize people you don’t know very well and build a dream over them, or have unrealistic expectations that people will change for you. You probably fell for someone online or had a long distance relationship where you were loyal to the core. Be careful with people that loves your attention but just wants to be friends. Don’t settle for less.

I Like You [Min Yoongi]

Warning: Contains smut. Do not read if you are underage.

A/N: This is very, very long. Grab a coffee, sit back and enjoy. Thank you to @katythekitty for your suggestions with the plot. I guess in a way this is kind of your requests? Idk. 


‘Y/n?’ Yoongi’s voice questions softly as you stretch across the floor of the dorm, arms reaching above your head to get into that tight spot in your lower back. His foot pokes out from his position on the low couch, gently nudging your thigh to roll you slightly on your side.

‘Mmm?’ You respond, the sleepy tone in your voice giving away the true nature of your state. The few cans of beer were sitting heavily in your stomach, a beverage that since your college days had always had you yawning before the night was over. Lazily, you flop on your side, scooting across the wooden panelled floors.

‘I was just checking you were still awake. It’s 2am and the movie finished. Want me to flag a taxi for you?’ You let out a slow whine, body wrapping around his feet to clutch his ankles tightly.

‘Why, you don’t want to hang out with me?,’ You pout, clinging to his legs like a small, fluffy koala. You could almost feel his body tense under your touch, an audible breath hissing through his teeth as your arms claw their way up his black denim jeans. ‘C’mon, Yoongyoong. I thought we were having fun. We are only two movies into this Harry Potter marathon… We’ve still got another 6 to go. Where’s your stamina?’ Your hands reach up to tickle behind his knees, before sitting upwards to envelop the entire lower half of his leg into a hug.

‘Fuck… you’re weird.’ His face was still flat, expression blank as he watches you crawl your way up his body, coming to sit comfortably next to him, lounging into the comfort of the soft black fabric of the long hoodie he had chosen to wear. Instinctively, your hands wrap around his waist, head placing itself in the crook between his shoulder and arm.

‘You love it, though, right?’ It takes a second, his body heaving with a deep sigh - the air of which dusts lightly across the crown of your head - before you feel his arm drop, grasping your shoulder and pulling you a little closer to him.

‘Not really.’ He responds just as flatly, a flicker of a smile lacing across his face so briefly you you wouldn’t have seen it if you weren’t trained in finding it. It’s the only evidence you have of what he was really saying.

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Soulmate AU where everybody is born with a simple tattoo on their wrist. A circle, a straight line, a dot, etc. When you start interacting with your soulmate it starts getting more complex. Your first kiss, leaves grow. Your first time, flowers sprout up. Get married, swirls fill your arm

anonymous asked:

Why do you think Sansa was crying when she sentenced LF? In a high quality photo of the scene you can see a tear sliding down her cheek.

Yes, she was. Don’t know if it was scripted or it was all Sophie but it’m glad they portrayed as the tragedy it is. Sansa said it—that in his own way, Petyr loved her, and, “it’s not about what I want, it’s about what honor compels me to do”. Their relationship was so complicated, and it shaped Sansa so deeply that it’s impossible for her to remain impassible. This man wronged her and her family so much, she knows it now, she’s suspected it for a while, yet he was the only constant in her life after Ned’s death. He was there in King’s Landing. He helped her navigate the court. He smuggled her to the Eyrie. Under his wing she grew into the person she’s now. Before Arya, before Brienne, before Jon, he was her closest confidant and the only person who knew all her secrets. He was a surrogate father and a surrogate lover. This isn’t a Littlefinger apology, to be clear—he was absolutely abusive and manipulative to Sansa, on top of all the shit he did to the rest of her family. But it’s perfectly normal to still feel devotion and compassion for one’s abuser, even after you’ve completely opened your eyes on the nature of the relationship; and Sansa is nothing but compassionate.

I really appreciated that Arya asked her how she felt. She understands that her sister’s relationship with this man was complex and that she still felt a twisted kind of loyalty to him and yes, it was brave of her, because she decided to get rid of someone who might still have been an asset, not to house Stark as a whole, but to Sansa Stark as an individual.

I honestly feel so, so sorry for her. Because she had to steel herself and watch another person in her life die, and this time she had to pass the sentence while he begged and cried for mercy. The witch is dead, yes, but in real life that sort of moments are more bittersweet than triumphant. Remember Joffrey’s death? Justice often requires a sacrifice. And Sansa had to sacrifice the only thing that was, in a twisted way, hers and hers only to have justice for her family. This is probably the hardest thing she’s had to do so far. I’m both proud and heartbroken.

empty houses don’t have an emphasis, they are not a focus of the individual’s life, energy is not deposited here. it exists, as life does, but its not a crucial part of life, so theres not really a reason to go into it so much, everyone has signs on the house cusps and cusp rulers which colour the expression. like no direct planets in the 5th house doesnt mean you won’t have children for example, lots of people have children, it just means you wont see having a child as being integral or developing. by alluding to empty houses being a form of deficit creates a complex and means we are living life on someone else’s terms. when outer planets transit through empty houses, a significant focus on an element of life that had been previously neglected can occur. like somebody who was had been negligent or frivolous with relationships has an empty 7th house but saturn moves through the house by transit and suddenly the individual’s whole consumption becomes relationships and its seriousness for 2 and a half years for example 

My dear lgbt+ kids, 

If you’re attracted to girls and boys, it doesn’t always mean that you like them exactly the same - and that’s okay! 

You may have a preference for one gender. This does not mean that your attraction to the other doesn’t matter or that you’re “picking a side” or that you’re actually “just a ordinary gay/straight person who wants to be special”. Your attraction to girls and boys is just as valid and real as it would be if you had no preference whatsoever. 

It may feel different when you have a crush on a boy vs when you have one on a girl. For example, you may get intense crushes on girls that make your heart beat fast and your face flush when you are around them - but when you have crushes on boys, it feels more like a nice warm feeling in your belly. That does not mean that either of these feelings is less real or less beautiful or less of a actual crush. Feelings are complex and that’s normal! 

There may be a difference in the frequency. For example, you may crush on boys all the time and on girls infrequently. Or you may have had two serious relationships with girls and never met a boy (yet) who you could imagine that with. Just like preference, frequency is not a proof that you are actually “just gay/straight” or that your attraction to one gender is “just a exception” and does not count.  

Your attraction to two (or more) genders doesn’t need to be perfectly equal to be real. No matter which label you identify with, your attraction matters and deserves to get taken serious and not dismissed because it’s more complex than the black and white thinking of some people. 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Mom 

someone: jared was an asshole who never cared about evan and is irrelevant to the musical really :/
me: *inhales deeply*
jared kleinman was a complex character that deserved a lot more than he had and has his own struggles. he was incredibly insecure and didn’t have any actual friends other than evan, only telling him that he did bc he didn’t wanna seem like evan was his only friend. he used his sarcasm and attitude as a way to mask his deep insecurities. he cared a lot about evan and was deeply hurt by the fact that he was only used to help w the whole connor thing. yes he did tell evan he was using him for car insurance but that was just a cover for him bc he didn’t want evan to know how much his friendship actually meant to him. he was willing to help evan cover up the lies and helped found the connor project. he was dealing with a lot of his own stuff which we don’t really get to see but he’s actually a better guy than he seems. he clearly cared about his relationship with evan due to the hurt in good for you and the fact that right before his solo in good for you he yells “fuck you evan, asshole!” while on the verge of tears. he had a different way of showing he cared but he clearly did care about evan and valued their relationship, though he would never tell anyone that. of course he has his flaws like he was kind of a dick at points but nobody is perfect and he like everyone else has flaws of his own. he was a very complex character who was such a large part of evans story and clearly cared for evan and

Ice Ice Baby (Lin x Reader)

Pairing: Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

TW: very little swearing

Summary: You injure yourself while rehearsing as Angelica and Lin insists on accompanying you to the hospital

Word Count: 2,639 

“Pippa!” Your fingers fumbled with the back of your pink dress as you sighed. It was only the first day of tech week and you already wanted to punch something.

Pippa inched her head through the small opening in the door to your dressing room, a giggle peeking through her lips. “Yes?”

A low noise of frustration escaped your throat. “How do you get this damn thing on?” You swiftly turned around to see Pippa already fitted in her baby blue dress. “What? How did you do that?!”

Pippa let out a hearty laugh as she gestured for you to turn around. “A magician never reveals her secrets, Y/N.”

“You know, everyone says you’re sweet and pure, but I think there’s something under that going on. Some sort of evil sorcery that allows you to be able to put on any dress with ease.”

She hummed in response. “So…” You felt her delicate fingers work with the complex backing of your dress. “You and Lin, huh?”

Your eyes darted around the room as your mouth opened and closed, unsure of what to say. “What about us?”

“I mean, when are you gonna tell him?” She whispered, a mischievous grin falling on her face.

“Tell him what?”

“You know.”

Your shoulders slumped; you did know. You and Lin weren’t in a relationship, as much as you wished you were. You had had a massive crush on the man who seemed to hold all the stars in his bright eyes since you auditioned for the role of Angelica. The feeling had washed over you too quickly and all at once when you first settled your eyes on him. He seemed aware and interested in everything you had to say and every move you made, as if he was afraid to forget it.

“Yeah.” You grumbled. “I don’t know, I’m sure he doesn’t like me back.”

Pippa huffed, her eyebrows furrowing as her fingers left the pieces of your dress. “Y/N, that’s just nonsense.”

You turned around as Pippa’s eyes flitted over to the door, just spotting Jon walking by.

“Oh! Groff!” She grabbed him by the arm of his intricate costume, pulling him into your dressing room. “Question.”

“What’s up?” His eyes scanned over your costumes, a kind smile spreading on his face.

“Does Lin like Y/N?”

“Oh, absolutely.” He chuckled, as if the answer was obvious. “Have you seen him lately? Can’t keep his eyes off you.”

You shook your head dismissively, crossing your arms over your chest. “There’s no way.”

Jon shrugged his shoulders, shooting you a smirk as he walked out of the room. “Don’t say I didn’t tell you so.”

“You know, you really should’ve listened to him. He’s right.”

“Sure he is. There’s no possibility Lin could like someone like me.” You bit your lip absentmindedly as you sat down, pulling on your heeled shoes.

“Heads up; we’re doing Winter’s Ball through Satisfied in five!” Lin poked his head through the door as he sent a exuberant grin towards Pippa before his eyes softened and settled on you, looking over your costume. “You’re gonna kill it.”

“But doesn’t Leslie kill it?” You beamed at Lin, sending him ironic finger guns.

“Oh my god, Y/N.” Lin’s laugh lit up the room as he ran a hand over his face, sharing a groan with Pippa. “Ah, anyways, you might wanna make your way towards the stage.” He jerked a thumb behind him.

“Copy that.” Pippa nodded, giving him a thumbs up as he walked in the same direction he had just pointed towards. As soon as he left the room, Pippa sharply turned in her chair, raising an amused eyebrow at you. “You saw the way he looked at you, right?”

You rolled your eyes, a smile plastered on your face as you stood from your chair and got adjusted to wearing the heels beneath your feet. “You’re never gonna let this go, aren’t you…?”

“Nope!” She said, popping the “p” as she walked out of the dressing room, you at her heels. Your dresses swished and swayed behind you as you walked to the side of the stage, where A Winter’s Ball was already playing. You glanced at Lin and Leslie they exchanged “heys” before you and Pippa took the stage.

Pippa’s voice rang throughout the theatre as you walked towards Lin, feigning chatter.

“Where are you taking me?” Lin turned his head towards you as you linked arms.

“I’m about to change your life.” You escorted him towards Pippa.

“Then, by all means, lead the way.”

As Lin and Pippa delivered their lines and shared a kiss, you couldn’t help but feel a slight pang of jealousy surge through you. You almost missed your cue as Helpless soon bled into Satisfied.

You dug your nails into your palm as you raised your glass, smiling at Lin and Pippa. Jasmine snuck a glance at you, lightly nudging you in the ribs. She slyly raised her eyebrows, curious as to what was distracting you.

Dismissing her suspicions, you spun to the middle of the stage. Everyone around you sang, gracefully moving in slow motion as the time shifted back to Angelica and Alexander’s meeting.

“But, Alexander, I’ll never forget the first time I saw your face.” You swiftly turned your head towards Lin, who gazed at you in mid-step.

You finished singing your lines as Lin stopped in front of you, tilting his chin up. “You strike me as a woman who’s never been satisfied.”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean, you forget yourself.” You dipped your head low, peeking up at Lin through your coated eyelashes.

“You’re like me, I’m never satisfied.”

A smirk tugged at the corner of your lips as you cocked your head to the side. “Is that right?”

“I have never been satisfied.” Lin smiled, taking your hand in his and kissing it as the company gasped. You couldn’t help the blush that rose to your cheeks as you exchanged a few more words.

Your movements were crisp as you rapped effortlessly, your shoulders held back.

“Where are you taking me?” Lin repeated as you joined him once more.

“I’m about—” your words were cut off by the painful rolling of your ankle as you collapsed at Lin’s feet. “Shit!” You hissed, staring in horror at your foot.

Lin jumped, immediately crouching down to you as Lac signaled the orchestra to cease playing. The cast instantly crowded around you as Lac, Andy, and Tommy politely pushed their way through the people surrounding you.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Lin’s eyes searched your face. “Do you need to go to the hospital?”

You inhaled sharply as you nodded vigorously. Lin and Andy grasped your upper arms as you slowly stood up, shifting your weight to your good foot.

“What happened?” Tommy’s eyes were wide in shock, flitting between your pained expression and ankle.

“As soon as we got to the next section she must’ve twisted her ankle or something.” Lin’s voice was filled with panic, his worried eyes constantly shifting to you. “Someone call an ambulance, please!”

“Already did!” You heard Anthony yell from the back of the crowd, holding his phone up.

“Thanks.” Lin breathed out, looking at you. “Took quite a tumble there,” he laughed half heartedly, desperate to lighten the mood.

You let out a breathy laugh, turning your head to face him. “Yeah, I was walking then my ankle just decided to fuck me over.”

You heard light chuckles as a man in a white uniform opened the door to the theatre. Your cast members parted from you to take a look at the sudden light that flooded the room. “Can you guys carry her, or would you like me to bring in a wheelchair?”

“Oh, no, we can—”

Lin’s voice was cut off by your words. “No, Lin, I can see that you and Andy are struggling. A wheelchair would be great, thanks.”

The man nodded, a humorous smile on his face as he closed the door. He entered a moment later, making his way to the stage as he splayed out a wheelchair in front of you. Lin and Andy slowly guided you into the chair, exchanging a few grunts of effort. “One of you can tag along with us if you’d like. You don’t have to, of course, just an option.”

“I’ll go.” Lin immediately took a step forward, red flushing his full cheeks as the cast shared knowing glances to each other. “I-I mean, it’s kinda my fault, I—”

“Yeah, yeah, you can go with your girlfriend.” Daveed sent him a toothy grin, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at you as Lin’s eyes drifted to the floor.

“Alright, let’s get you to the vehicle. My name’s Ryan, by the way.” The man in the uniform grabbed your wheelchair by its handles, maneuvering it around the twists and turns in the theatre with Lin at Ryan’s heels. He pushed you up the ramp into the back of the ambulance, waiting for Lin to enter before closing the doors and moving to another part of the . The ambulance began to move down the streets of New York towards the hospital as you and Lin exchanged some small talk.

“Oh my god—” your head snapped up, your eyes widening in realization as your fists curled in your lap.

“What’s wrong?” Lin’s head immediately turned to you.

“The show’s next week, Lin, what if I don’t heal in time? I can’t miss opening night.”

“Oh,” Lin’s voice grew quiet as his eyes darted around the room, searching for something to make you feel better. “Y/N, these are trained doctors, I’m sure they can work something out. In the case that your ankle doesn’t heal in time, anyway, we’ll make arrangements so you won’t miss the first show.”

You gaped at Lin, searching his facial features for any sign of deception. His smooth chocolate eyes bored into yours with utter seriousness. “You wouldn’t.”

“Y/N, it’s me we’re talking about, in the first person who would do this…especially for you.” His gaze suddenly found interest in the floor, a timid grin on his face. Your breath hitched in your throat, a shade of pink searing through your cheeks as a silence settled.

“Sorry to leave you guys in here alone, I’m making a few calls, heh. Have to use all the time I can since rides to the hospital are usually busy. But, this is considered a non-emergency, so it’s not as urgent. Here, I’m just gonna elevate your leg and ice your ankle. This is all kind of part of the acronym, RICE: rest, ice, compression, and elevation. Anyways, ice and elevation will reduce your swelling and minimize your pain. I’m sure the doctor will go over this with you, too.” Ryan abruptly burst in the room, an exhausted smile gracing his features as he took care of your ankle with extreme caution.

He kneeled down as his tentative hands aided your ankle, tossing intermittent phrases back and forth: “Am I hurting you?” and “You okay?” After a few minutes, he stood up, tilting his head and firmly pressing his lips together before nodding in satisfaction. “You should be good until we get to the hospital. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call for me.” He swiftly left through the door, shutting it behind him.

A thick silence between you and Lin filled the air, spare for the few clearing of throats and tapping of feet against the floor.

A sudden choked noise escaped Lin’s throat, a euphoric grin tugging at his lips as his eyes crinkled and he glanced at the ice placed over your ankle. “Ice, ice, baby!” He guffawed, slapping his knee. His laugh proved to be highly contagious as you found yourself cackling, leaning back as tears brimmed your eyes.

Dun dun dun da da dun dun,” you sputtered, the both of you throwing your heads back in hysterics.

You continued your conversation with ease, mostly because Lin was always easy to talk to. He leaned forward in anticipation, clinging onto every word you said and nodding his head eagerly. You soon reached the hospital, Ryan ushering you through the doors and to your room where a doctor greeted you. She introduced herself politely, shaking both yours and Lin’s hands with a firm grip.

She quickly hopped onto the computer in the room, thoroughly explaining that you needed x-rays to determine what you did to your ankle. She rolled her chair over to you, examining your ankle more thoroughly than Ryan had. She wheeled you out of the room, transferring you to an almost identical room with multiple machines residing in it. She went through the procedure of taking your x-ray with you before leaving you in the first room with Lin as she scanned over the x-rays.

The doctor emerged from the hallway, her hand immediately reaching for the mouse attached to the computer as she clicked numerous times until an image of the bones in your ankle appeared on the screen.

“Okay well, good news, your ankle is not broken. On here, there weren’t any fractures to be found. But when I was examining it, there was a lot of tenderness and limited range of motion. So, bad news, your ankle is still sprained.” She delved deeper into your recovery, what you could do to aid your ankle in healing faster and how to take care of it.

You and Lin alternated between nodding and asking questions, until you cleared your throat before speaking.

“One more thing, uh,” you fidgeted, suddenly aware of your clammy palms as you gestured to Lin. “We’re both running through rehearsals for a Broadway show that’s due for its opening night next week. Do you think I’d be able to be dancing by then?”

“Oh!” She snapped her fingers in realization, nodded her head quickly. “Yes, most likely. This is a grade one sprain, so it will take about seven to ten days to heal. As long as you keep an eye on the swelling and take good care of your ankle, you should be fine. Is that it?”

“Yes,” you smiled graciously. “Thank you so much.”

She shook both of your hands as she opened the door. “As soon as you’re ready you can go to the front desk, pay, and I can provide you with the supplies you’ll need. Alright?”

As soon as she was out of your line of sight, you and Lin collectively sighed in relief, shooting each other a bright smile.

“See, I told you things would work out.” Lin crouched down next to you to reach your height in the chair. He took your hands in his, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles, which were white from clenching your fists out of anxiousness. His warm touch instantly soothed you.

You nodded appreciatively, looking at Lin with a great adoration in which he returned. His eyes scanned over you, filled with an indescribable love and kindness that flooded your chest with warmth. He leaned forward, his hot breath fanning your cheeks as his eyes leveled with yours.

“Would now be a bad time to kiss you?” Lin’s voice was a soft murmur, his dilated gaze shifting from your slightly ajar lips to your admiring eyes.

“Not a chance.” You whispered against Lin’s lips which eagerly, yet gently, pressed against yours. Your hands found their way to the back of his neck, his cupping your face as the pads of his thumbs caressed your cheeks. You felt him smile against your lips as you sighed into the kiss. You pulled away slowly as Lin’s hands still lingered.

You both broke into exuberant grins, your cheeks burning as Lin looked up at you. “I should’ve done that a lot sooner.”

I think one of the reasons I love Will Gorski so much as a character is that he has such a complex relationship with his dad. He’s not Kala, whose father is loving and wholesome and who she has a great relationship with. He’s not Wolfgang, whose father abused his physically and verbally throughout his entire childhood, who hated his father so excrutiatingly much that he had to kill him just to survive. No, Will Gorski has a dad he loves, who he remembers playing catch with when he was young, who hugs him and kisses him and tells him he loves him, but also a dad who’s an alcoholic. A dad he can’t always rely on, who was a harsh disciplinarian growing up, who hurt him in little ways time and time again until the feelings of love Will has for him are also mixed with a bit of defensiveness, a bit of resentment, a bit of distance.

Idk, I guess as someone who has very complicated feelings toward their dad, seeing someone who has neither the best nor the worst relationship with a parent but instead a bit of both is really interesting and refreshing

How Yosuke Hanamura broke my heart

It’s incomplete, but I had to get this out of my system:

How Yosuke Hanamura broke my heart

Persona 4 is a funny game. It is also a long game, and that allows the social simulation aspect of it to really work, allows you to feel at home with the characters, through charm and repetition - grumpy Dojima, overly energetic Chie, confused heart of gold Kanji. Through little bits of interaction, day by in-game day, you at some point start to realise that when this is over, you might actually miss them. All of them. 


And then there is Yosuke. 


You play Persona 4 as Souji, a quite detached guy moving in from the city, hand on his hip, jacket slung over his shoulder, and while you, the player, grow fond of the game’s characters, Souji always feels like he doesn’t quite belong. He is the leader, the one who pulls the strings, the one grown up far beyond their age, with the world’s weight on their shoulders. 


You juggle realtionships, help people out, they call you senpai, sensei - and then there is Yosuke. 


Yosuke, who somehow, magically, manages to transcent Persona 4’s charming but game-y relationship system and becomes something else. Yosuke, who calls you Partner, and rings you up at night asking about your dreams or which girl you like. Yosuke, who does and says so many silly things that you never quite know what to expect - Yosuke, who ultimately breaks the boundaries of Persona 4 and makes Souji/Yosuke the most unexpectedly real-feeling relationship within a video game that I’ve ever encountered. 


I don’t know what I thought when I first laid eyes on him, it’s likely that it was something along the lines of “Hey, this is quite cool-looking for an anime video game guy. Nice headphones.”


Then, in quick succession, things happened that made it clear that Yosuke was many things - heartbroken, repressed, funny, lazy, loyal, competitive, insecure, reckless - and that there was something building between him and Souji that seemed like a stunningly natural depiction of friendship. Somehow, this is rare - a video game showing two guys becoming friends, a process that just like falling in love requires making first moves, and opening up, and getting comfortable with each other. It seemed like Yosuke was the person in the cast that always wanted to know a little more, the one to push Souji a little bit, willing to ask stupid questions just to get a reaction, and unlike the other characters, he seemed to always act out of a desire to be level with Souji, to break through the calm, collected, leader-shell of his and address the human being inside. 


Now, that alone would be a remarkable thing for a video game to depict, and worthy of high praise. What complicates things is that Yosuke, no matter how much he might deny it, seems like the most obvious case of a closeted gay person the world has ever seen. 


When I started playing Persona 4, I had a pretty good idea of what I was getting myself into, through reading about it and actually having played a bit in the past. I also knew about the game’s realtionship system, and was aware, or thought I was, that you could only get romantically involved with girls. Thus, when the game started to tease the possibility of a gay option, I raised an eyebrow, then another one, and then I lost my marbles. 


When it started, the closeness between Souji and Yosuke had already been established, and since I’m a sucker for guys not actually hating each other, I started to favour Yosuke a little bit - choosing him to eat lunch with on the roof, studying together, spending afternoons at the Junes food court, talking in the soft glow of the sun on the Samegawa river bank. When Yosuke asked which girl I liked, I chose “neither”, cheekily, thinking I was playing the metagame, when the next midnight channel story twist came up, I bet each time that Yosuke would be the one to call Souji, outraged, worried, flustered, and each time when the phone rang and it was indeed him, I smiled to myself. But surely it was all in my head - I was starting to ship it, but it was just a fun little thing to do, to spare a thought here and there and layer it on top of these two characters whose interactions I enjoyed way more than expected. 


Then, these little moments started happening - the group sitting together at Junes’ and Yosuke remarking how good Partner is with his hands, a comment that might not even have stuck out so much if weren’t for the fact that immediately after saying it, Yosuke became a hot mess of backpedalling embarrassment. His insistence to know whether Souji had a crush on somebody, and who it was, despite the awkwardness. His remarks about inviting a third person to their activities, “or else people might think we’re gay.” And ultimately, the sheer time the game devoted to the Souji/Yosuke relationship - way more than any of the other characters got.


Persona 4’s social link system is fairly rigid. You choose to spend time with people, and if things go well, and even sometimes if they don’t, it raises your relationship level with said person, allowing you to climb the social link ranks, which has gameplay and combat benefits and also allows you, in some cases, to pursue a romance. What is remarkable about Yosuke is that the game spends a significant amount of time showing interactions between Yosuke and Souji outside of this system, building their relationship beyond the confines of you walking up to a person after school and answering “yes” to their proposal of hanging out. This not only serves to create a markedly more natural and complex relationship, it also sets Yosuke apart from the other characters - he is the one to choose to interact with Souji while the other characters can only wait to be chosen. 


And then Kanji entered the picture, Yosuke freaked out completely and I looked on, amazed at the fact that this game would dare to introduce a gay character, who, despite being closeted, met up with dates after school and whose dungeon was, of all things, a gay bathhouse, with sexual content that wasn’t even the slightest bit concealed. Of all the characters, Yosuke reacted most strongly to this, outright refusing to enter and making a big fuss about being afraid of Kanji taking advantage of him. 


It culminated in the camping trip - Kanji, Yosuke, Souji sharing a tent - a scenario that could have been used very easily for a gay romance movie of questionable quality, full of the usual tropes of late night talks, denial, confrontation and very real confusion on my part of where exactly this was going - the game laid on the armored gay homophobia on Yosuke so thick that it seemed almost impossible to read what was going on in any other way. Combined with the unusual qualities that had been established in the realtionship before Kanji joined the group, it started to feel like an entire plot was going on behind the scenes, inexplicit yet persistent and increasingly impossible to ignore. 


A few in-game days after that camping trip, Yosuke broke another boundary the game had set up to this point - he visited Souji’s home. More importantly, his room, a place that up until then you, the player, had always been alone in. The conversation that followed, in that intimate space, can’t adequately be described as subtext anymore, it’s text, and very gay text at that. I was streaming the game at the time, and I bet if that session’s video was still up, you’d hear my breath hitch when Yosuke, no homo Yosuke, asked about Souji’s porn stash and teasingly, suggestively stated he’d find it while Souji was out of the room. That was only the top of the iceberg, the whole scene and its context hit me like a 10 ton truck - could it be real? Was there really, explicitly something going on? The fact that I, after learning through research that there was no gay option, felt the need to double check after that scene, to make sure there wasn’t one, should speak volumes. 


That’s when I learned of the fact that Yosuke very likely was a gay option, that there were unused text and voice lines left over on the game’s disk that turned the inexplicit explicit, both in english and japanese, suggesting the developer changed their mind after the localization was done, i.e. very late in the game’s development. Only, they had ripped out very little, leaving in tons of sublte and not so subtle parts of the relationship, and that was when I realised that Persona 4, beyond being one of the best games I have ever played, would also have the potential to make me very sad, and very angry.


It wasn’t just that gay rights had been dear to my heart for as long as I could remember. It wasn’t just that the progression of Souji and Yosuke’s relationship eclipsed any other possible pairing in the lineup by miles in terms of complexity and depth and just feeling right. It was the loss of an incredible story being told, a story that would have been unique in the history of video games - the story of two fully realised, multi-faceted male characters that you, as a player, like, falling in love, and dealing with the fact that they both happen to be guys, with all the issues that might bring in a society where homophobia and hate are still so prevalent. 


While this has been done in movies to great success in recent times, mainstream video games haven’t dared to show male homosexual relationships in positive light and up front and center. Persona 4 does dare to spend significant time on very progressive subjects, including homosexuality and transgender issues, but it falters and pulls back just on the brink of being truly groundbreaking, which, to anybody playing the game with an open mind, can only scream injustice both in a worldly and in an in-game sense. 


The level 9 rank of Yosuke’s social link progression has the two of you standing on a hill overlooking the town of Inaba. Yosuke’d probably call it a village, and the two of you talk about coming to terms with your place in the world, literally and figuratively. It’s autumn, and the evening sun plays with the coloured leaves on the trees - it’s a beautiful spot, a wistful song is playing, and despite the Playstation 2’s aged graphics you can’t help but marvel a little. You’ve never been to this spot before, you think Yosuke probably brought you here, and you wonder if there are any other locations in the town you know so well by now that you haven’t seen.


“There is still nothing here,” Yosuke says, meaning Inaba, a place he resented for the longest time, “but I have family, and friends…and you.”


I sat in front of the TV for a long time, the soft piano notes of the song playing making me ache, and then I realised that while Yosuke Hanamura was denied the chance to become part of video games’ first positively framed gay male relationship, he had acomplished one thing:


Yosuke Hanamura broke my heart.

Jealousy (Scott McCall smut)

Summary: After finding you with Liam, Scott decides to teach you some respect (I realise that makes it sound like cheating, but it’s not dw !)

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: THIS IS SMUT ! +deals with the alpha/beta/omega dynamic to a certain extent

A/N: AaaAAAaahhh my first Teen Wolf smut! I really hope people enjoy reading this :) You’ve got to wait a while for the smut, but it’s worth it - believe me ;)

If you’re new to my blog, hey! I hope you stick around for a while <3

Originally posted by allpeopleareincredible

“Get out.”

The harsh words of your alpha seem to ripple through the room, anger pulsating in every direction. You glance up, only to see his red eyes flickering dangerously between you and the naked boy to your left. 

“What?” Liam’s voice cracks, wavering with a slight fear. You tilt your head to the side to see him frozen, hands clenched around the bedsheets.

“I said,” Scott moves further into the bedroom, his deliberate footing sending a thrill of anticipation down your spine, “Get. Out.” You stay still, knowing that the words are only aimed at the boy you’ve spent the last hour fooling around with. 

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America+England Relationship Analysis

I can’t believe myself… writing up a really in-depth analysis of APH America & APH England’s cannon relationship. Kind of addresses the England and America being related subject, blows holes through it, actually.  

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octoberswimmer  asked:

You know bnha was on my watchlist but I was just meh about it and I've been deprived of wifi for the longest time but after coming across your art I'll probably binge watch all the aired stuff because it gave me a floofy heart that hardly fits in my chest *heart eyes*

//INSERT SYNCHRONIZED HIGH PITCH SCREAMING

oh hELLLOOO– BOII You’re in for one hell of a ride once you meet these young shounen n see their actual relationship lmaoo fcghjkf

nahh but for real, if i had to compare HQ ships, bakudeku would be closer to Kagehina…but like worse lmao ;;; bUT the fluff be still there ;7; least I like to think so ahaha… OTL
and Kirideku would come closer to daisuga/UkaTake

as Kiribaku with IwaOi/KuroTsuki ….on some level just cuz Tsun Baku

rip I dunno if it’ll turn u around cuz of Bakugou’s canon treatment towards Deku in the beginning but personally I love how much more complex their relationship goes beyond what they first appear to be. There’s like…as many layers in their relationship as there are layers in my painttools SAI drawing lmao ;;;; 

tho whichever ship side you land on, I hope you enjoy this series as much as I have or at least enough ;;7;; i’ve enjoyed it so much as to fall into BNHA hell so i welcome you from down below–!! ^q^

anonymous asked:

How does it reek of racism or albeism? Its a genuine question sorry. In my knowledge even show rhaegar didn't leave elia because she was of colour or because she had fragile health. (No salt) {Book rhaegar from beyond grave to show : Shame, shame,shame}

Hello anon!

As for the books, throughout the narrative in POVs of characters that knew Rhaegar, we are drawn towards Rhaegar’s relationship and the potential he had with other ladies. For instance, Cersei thinks, multiple times, about what could have come of her life and Rhaegar’s if Aerys had agreed to their marriage, and in her mind, Elia was not as pretty as she was and she was incapable of delivering what Cersei has delivered (three healthy children.) In her mind, also, that’s why Rhaegar “had to” run away with Lyanna; because Elia was not pretty enough to satisfy him, not “strong” enough to bear him one more child. Cersei also compares her own ethnic features to Elia’s (her blond hair, her green eyes etc) and implies that hers are superior. We are treated, many times, to the lovely sight of Westerosi characters being racist against Dornishmen (including Aerys himself who commented that his own granddaughter “smelled Dornish” because she had her mother’s dark hair and skin.) Another character who made such a comparison was Barristan, but this time, he compared Elia to her peer, able-bodied Ashara who possibly had lighter skin and hair than Elia (the Daynes are descended from the first men, not the Rhoynar) and canonically had lighter eyes, and again, finds Ashara superior. 

As for the show, things are a bit different because show-only viewers are led to believe that Rhaegar did not act that way to fulfill the prophecy at all, there was no complex motive behind his actions, only that he fell in love with Lyanna Stark. What happens usually when you fall in love with a woman who isn’t your wife while you’re married is that you either give it up and remain loyal to your wife, cheat, or end your relationship with your wife. Your children, however, remain your children; it doesn’t matter if you’re no longer/were never in love with their mother, they’re your blood, you conceived them, they’re *your kids*. 

What show Rhaegar did was a bit different from a divorce: An divorce is concept that means that you were once married, but you choose to end that marriage because it is no longer satisfactory to either or both parties. An annulment, however, means that you *erase* a marriage; you make it as if that marriage never existed, because, from the beginning, it was built on a sham/on unstable grounds. The commonly known valid grounds for annulment are: 1. Lack of consummation 2. Lack of consent of one or two of the parties 3. Because the wife can’t deliver an heir, which could threaten the extinction of the line. Elia’s and Rhaegar’s marriage was consummated, consensual, and Elia had delivered an heir and a spare (and even if she hadn’t, the line wouldn’t go extinct because Viserys was live and well.) 

Not only that, but after annulling his marriage with Elia on no valid grounds (resulting in an insult towards a good woman and her great house) he chose to “restart” by naming his new son Aegon; a gesture that means he is actively erasing the “original” Aegon too, and by extension, Rhaenys. That he wants to restart his line of heirs who will inherit the seven kingdoms with a new woman. The only reason I can conceive for that is if he found his “original” children inferior to Jon (and any more children he was going to have with Lyanna) and why would he find them inferior? He is their father, and their mother is a princess of her own right. The only difference is that Aegon and Rhaenys didn’t fit into the perfect Aryan image of Targaryens in Westeros; strong, pale, silver-haired, with two perfect white and able-bodied parents; an image that Lyanna Stark was able to deliver, while Elia Martell was not. 

So, even if we assume that Rhaegar set Elia aside solely because he wasn’t in love with her, the only possible reason for him to set his own children by her aside too is if he found them unworthy to inherit the seven kingdoms because of who their mother is; a disabled woman of color. And that doesn’t only say something about HBO’s Rhaegar, it also says a lot about the people who wrote him that this act was romanticized and celebrated; solely because it puts their favorite bland-ass white boy on top of the line of succession; a position he does not deserve; regardless of what this caused to Rhaegar’s two children of color.