they made her the monster she is now

You: People are just hating on SU because it’s not like they wanted it to be

Me, an intellectual: SU started off as a fun and entertaining cartoon that slowly began to prove that it could surpass most cartoons on CN for portraying serious real world issues such as abuse, parental death, homophobia, etc. as well having a surprising and fun turn in the narrative by revealing the Crystal Gems where actual aliens trying to defy their violent government.

So of course, like any show, if it starts losing it’s touch, the audience will grow more and more annoyed. Why do you think people were growing tired of Adventure Time? Should we now accuse ex AT fans of being “ungrateful” and “whiny” for dumping a show where it’s tone and focus differs greatly from earlier seasons?

Instead of interesting monsters, more engaging scenery and fun interactions we get: human zoos, a poor and shameless allegory for anti immigrant relatives, a writer who admits to not communicating with other writers just so she can treat the show like her own fanfic, several interesting characters getting shelved and left to rot for no understandable reason, #AllLivesMatter, and being told that the revolution meant to save the earth was a MISTAKE

The show lost its charm and positive vibe that made it fun to watch. Now it’s mean-spirited, boring and frustrating. We don’t get to see fun action, we see 3 characters running a car wash. We don’t get to see more world building, we see some giant blue slave owner cry over another slave owner’s death. The Gems are barely in this show now compared to earlier seasons. There’s a reason why this show dropped massively in ratings after Bismuth.

It’s not “what we wanted it to be” it’s “what we saw, what we admired, being completely dropped and ignored for the sake of telling an even worse and less engaging narrative”

anonymous asked:

Hehehe does pangur have a black paw now or does it wash off easily?

for a bit afterward, but she licks it off pretty quick. here’s the thing about pawprinting though: I made a Real Monster? 

bc after every pawprint, I briefly play w her as a reward. & so my print packaging has become associated with ‘Pangur’s Hyper Fun Time’, meaning she’ll lurk patiently nearby while I roll & tube prints but if enough time passes & she doesn’t sign one, this animal will BEGIN SCREAMING

you would think that Shiro would be a little more…cautious around Keith after learning that he is part Galra.

I mean the Galra tortured him-For a year , took his arm - a part of himself,replaced it, and now it serves as a constant reminder.

They made him do things so horrible he was referred to as a monster…

Even Allura, the diplomat that she is, the peaceful altean,
Allura who has done nothing but try to get the paladins together since they met,

Allura who recognized and acknowledged Keith as the amazing pilot that he is, who got to know Keith for the person he is, started to hate and resent him after learning that he is part galra.

When Kolivan is talking to allura, to try to get her to see that not all Galra are bad…well as bad as Zarkon, she turns and looks at Keith and says “I hope so”.

This really stood out to me. That Allura would look at Keith and “hope” that not all Galra are bad, as if he could turn at any moment. As if he was someone she couldnt trust, as if he has changed.

It’s understandable of course, the Galra killed her family and destroyed her home

but then there’s Shiro
Not giving a fuck

He’s been tortured, dismembered, and mentally attacked by the Galra, but he still sees Keith for who he is.

and I think that’s beautiful

Monsters

Requested: Please do some daddy Shawn.

A/N: I don’t know why I try writing fluffy things, because they’re awful most times. I also changed the lyrics of LOFP a little, sorry.

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A faint noise rang in my ears, but not nearly loud enough to pulled me out of my heavy sleep. Only seconds later, I felt the faint squeezes on my arms. When I finally managed to open them, the room was too dark for me to see anything properly.

I rubbed my sleepy eyes, feeling just how sore they were. I blinked a few times, before finally being able to see shadows in the dark bedroom.

“Daddy, daddy” she cried again, forcing down my gaze.

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Let’s tell a story about Voldemort’s death, but it won’t be the story in which a green eyed boy comes back from the dead to defeat his enemy with his own wand. In this story, Harry dies and doesn’t come back. When Narcissa stands up, her tangled words are not a lie. The body Hagrid carries, trembling hands and shaky knees, his face wet with tears– does not wake up. Did he just give up, decide not to fight anymore? Or was he not given a choice this time?

Maybe he simply died, like that redheaded boy did just before him, his last laugh still schoing in the air. Because, in this story, death comes and strikes and opens wounds and leaves scars. In this story, death is not a privilege nor a punishment. And it is definitely not a choice.

But let’s get back to our story– Molly’s light still hits Bellatrix right in the chest, her laughter spinning around madly after her body falls to the ground. Neville still stands up, a defiant look in his eyes. He still cuts off the snake’s head. He’s still a hero. Even though he wouldn’t like being called that.

What about Ginny? She is finally facing the monster who whispered in her head, alive in her nightmares. That monster who killed her brother. That monster who killed Harry. That monster who tried to eat her from the inside, slowly stealing her life until she became a ghost. Well, you didn’t do a very good job. Would a ghost fight back? Because she fights– she shouts and hits and hurts and kills– because right now she’s made of rage and fury and desperation and she can’t hold it back anymore, so she explodes and blows up the world.

Ron is there too, and his best friend is dead and he is trying, so hard, to be good enough. And Hermione is crying, whispering spells that hit their targets with precission, her voice caught in sobbing but her hands steady with ruthlessness. Do you see that blond girl over there? She’s named after the brightest light in the night, and she’s the only thing that remains in all this madness.

In this story, there’s no trick and no decepcion. There’s not a triumphant return from the dead, there’s no wand refusing to kill its true owner because its true owner has already died.

In this story, there’s Neville stepping forward, straight shoulders. There’s Ginny standing by his side, tears running down her cheeks and fire in her eyes. There’s Ron, who has always been quite good at being a hero, even though he hasn’t realized that yet. There’s Hermione, who knew this could happen all those long nights when she couldn’t sleep back in the woods. There’s Luna, and she’s still believing; and Dean and Seamus, just behind her. There’s Parvati, and she’s not sure she’ll be able to cast a proper spell ever again. There’s George, and he is ready to try.

In this story, there are kids, and when a single curse comes out of their mouths and the whole world turns green for a second, none of them feel like one.

So there is this girl here, and she is known in the muslim community as a black sheep bcs of the bad things she does. Everything thats haram, she is all in to it and doesnt hide it.

Anyway my mom warned me many times not to talk nor walk with her bcs she is afraid that people will see this and associate me with her (thats how moroccans are).

So today i was on my way to the mosque, i saw her after such a long time. And we talked about everything. At one point i started talking about the mosque and we started to talk about religion. She talked about it with so much passion but at the same time she said that she was such a terrible muslim, and she is even ashamed to visit the mosque even tho she wants it. I reminded her of the Rahma of Allah, and the fact that He is able to forgive His servants as long as they repent no matter how many times you make that same mistake over and over again.

She became emotional, suddenly she took some money out of her bag and gave it to me saying “give this to the mosque as sadaqah”.

We decided to chill some day when we both have the time for it.

All im thinking of right now is; why we as a community are so harsh towards those who need our love and support the most? As if they’re monsters? It makes me so mad.

And it made me realize that as long as you know what tawheed is and you believe in it… we should always keep on doing dawah to those who gave up on prayer, ramadan, and so many other things. As long as they are alive we have the chance to change their situation.

some stories just don't have a happy ending (Stiles Stilinski)

Originally posted by ragazzosarcastico

“y/n stop!” Stiles screamed from his jeep but it was hard to hear in the pouring rain.

I didn’t pay attention, I just kept walking. Stiles pulled his jeep over, climbing out and running to catch me.

“stop and let me talk!” Stiles said roughly yanking my arm so I would stop walking.

“there is NOTHING you can say to change things Stiles.” I said yanking my arm out of his grasp and continuing to walk forward.

“I don’t even know what this is about?” Stiles yelled running a hand through his hair.

I tried to think back to the exact moment when things changed. Eveyrthing and everyone was different.

“you won’t even tell me?” He asked coming to stand in front of me.

“no, I don’t need to hear anymore of your lies!”

“y/n talk to me!“ Stiles said more desperate now.

“talk to you? why huh? Its not like you talk to me! I had to find out everything from Theo!” I screamed angry tears streaming down my face.

“Theo? what did he tell you?” Stiles asked grabbing my hands in his.

“you know what he told me.” I said glaring at him and ripping my hands from his.

“y/n I didn’t mean to, it was a mistake okay.” Stiles said taking a step back.

“a mistake that didn’t have to be made!” I screamed pulling my hair, completely frustrated by now.

“yeah well y/n some people have to make mistakes okay! Some of us are human!” Stiles screamed standing directly in front of me again.

Never once has he brought up the fact that I was different. I discovered my abilities when my name was on the deadpool list. I was called a djinn, I could create powerful hallucinations in people’s minds. Stiles was there for me, helping me to learn control that much power. He even went as far as taking a bullet to the shoulder when someone was shooting at me. Along the way we fell in love but now everything was falling apart. I felt a few more tears fall down my face.

“y/n i’m sorry I didn’t mean it that way.” Stiles said a few tears rolling down his cheeks as well.

I walked around him continuing to walk away but this time he didn’t stop me, he just let me go. I arrived at my house freezing and soaked from the rain.

“i’ve been waiting for you.” I heard a familiar voice say from a dark corner of the room.

“well here I am.” I snapped flipping on the light switch.

Theo sat in a chair across the room, his claws extended. He laughed as he stood up sauntering his way over to me.

“what’s wrong? trouble in paradise?” He asked with that same stupid look on his face.

“you were right, he admitted to it.“ I said slamming my bag down on the table.

"he did?” Theo asked almost as if he were surprised.

I gave him a look warily. Yesterday Theo told me he saw Stiles kissing his ex-girlfriend Malia Tate.

“why do you seem so surprised?” I asked raising my eyebrows.

“I just didn’t know if he’d own up to his mistake.” Theo rushed out.

I sighed walking up the stairs to my bedroom. I could feel Theo on my heels. On my bedside table was a picture of me and Stiles. I grabbed it throwing it across the room. The glass shattered in pieces, but that wasn’t enough for me. I picked up the picture, slicing my hand on a piece of glass in the process. I ripped the picture until I couldn’t rip it any further.

“feel better now?” Theo asked standing in my doorway with his arms crossed over his chest.

I was breathing heavily, all my anger flowing through me.

“that right y/n get angry, anger makes you stronger.” Theo said clapping his hands together.

my blood was boiling at his encouragement.

“you know who you should really be angry at? Malia. She kissed him too. You should show her who is really in charge.” Theo growled coming to stand by me.

I thought about his words for a second. At this point I was so angry I was considering what he said. I was probably the most powerful of the pack, next to Lydia and Parrish. I could totally incapacitate her, make her feel pain, my pain. That was exactly what I was going to do.

“lets go.” I growled clenching my fists.

Theo and I walked out to his truck climbing in. I knew where she’d be, she’d be with the pack.

“you know the pack may try to stop you.” Theo said glancing over at me.

“than I’ll take them out too.” I growled still feeling my blood boiling.

“i’m sure you will.” Theo smirked returning his eyes back to the road.

We pulled in the school parking lot. I didn’t take anytime in getting out and rushing to the library.

“Malia.” I growled seeing her standing with Scott, Stiles, and Lydia.

Malia gave me a confused look before placing her hands on her head. She let out a scream of pain as I entered her head. Her eyes turned completely white, experiencing the hallucination that I was making her see. I brought her back to the night of the car accident, I made her see herself ripping her family to shreds. She fell on the ground passing out from the pain.

“y/n stop! what are you doing?” Scott said rushing over to me and grabbing my shoulders.

I directed my powers at Scott, getting into his mind now. I made him see Allison dying again, but instead of the oni killing her, he did. Scott growled bringing his hands to his head. He followed the same actions as Malia did.

“stop y/n this isn’t you!” Lydia cried.

I turned my attention towards Lydia now. She tried to fight me off but I still got inside her head. I made her see herself getting attacked by peter over and over again.

“Y/n.” Stiles said stepping closer.

“stay back.” I growled getting out of Lydia’s head.

“y/n babe do you remember what you told me, huh you told me that you didn’t want to be a monster. I promised you that I wouldn’t let you. I’m keeping my promise.” Stiles said stepping even closer.

I could feel the tears slip down my cheeks as I thought back to that night.

The assassin was quickly gaining on me and Stiles. I took a deep breath turning towards the assassin. I tried to control my powers, getting in his head. He screamed placing his hands over his head.

“please stop.” The guy begged falling to the ground.

I didn’t stop. I didn’t have control over it.

“y/n stop.” Stiles said placing his hand over mine.

“oh god stop.” The guy screamed again.

“Stiles I don’t know how to stop.” I cried.

Stiles turned me around placing his lips on mine. I kissed him back feeling like my heart was about to explode. I felt myself get out of the guys head and focus on my kiss with Stiles.

“Y/n look out!” Stiles screamed pushing me out of the way.

The guy pulled the trigger of the gun shooting Stiles in the shoulder. I ran over knocking the gun out of his hand and punching him in the face, knocking him out. Stiles was gripping his shoulder in pain. I ran back over to him taking his head in my hands.

“Stiles i’m so sorry.” I said feeling the tears fall down my cheeks.

“It’s not your fault.” Stiles said placing a bloody hand on my cheek.

“yes it is, I’m a monster.”

“y/n you’re not a monster, okay I won’t let you become one either. I promise.” Stiles said kissing my lips again.

I believed every word he said.

I snapped out of my thoughts feeling the tears fall down my face again.

“Stiles.” I breathed.

Stiles ran over taking me in his arms while I sobbed.

“Stiles I’m so sorry I was just so mad about you kissing Malia and..” I started but was cut off by Stiles.

“I never kissed Malia.”

“you didn’t?” I asked confused.

“No, y/n I killed Donovan okay? I didn’t cheat on you. Killing Donovan was an accident, I would never intentionally hurt you, y/n remember I love you.” Stiles said putting a hand on my cheek.

Originally posted by admireforever

I was about to respond when I heard clapping from behind us.

“damn y/n I almost had you killing the whole room.” Theo said laughing.

Stiles put a protective arm around me.

“you lied to me so I’d hurt my friends. Well too bad your plan didn’t work.” I growled through clenched teeth.

“you see I thought about that, that’s why I always have a back up plan.”

Before I had time to react Tracy Stewart had scratched me and Stiles, paralyzing us with her kanima venom. Theo walked over pulling a jar out of his pocket.

“you see these y/n?” Theo asked showing me the contents of the jar.

“These come from a powerful creature who could take others power. They let me take power. Y/n I want your power.” Theo said pulling out the talons from the jar and putting them on his claws.

“if you touch her I swear to god.” Stiles spat from beside me.

I felt my heart beat pick up as Theo got closer.

“Theo don’t!” Stiles begged.

But Theo had already made up his mind. He bent down sticking the talons in my stomach. I felt the power and life being drained from me. I coughed up blood as Theo stuck the talons in deeper. Theo sucked in a sharp breath as my power surged into him.

“Theo stop!” Stiles said screaming.

“awh come on Stiles at least you’ll know she died loving you.” Theo said.

I felt my vision starting to get blurry, and my eyes start to close.

“y/n hold on okay, I’m gonna help you.” Stiles said but I didn’t hear him.

the last thing I thought about before my eyes closed was Stiles. I never got to tell him that I loved him too. But I guess that’s the way it goes in life. Some stories just don’t have a happy ending.

300 followers woot woot! Enjoy my depressing imagine as a thank you! Should I make a part 2?

xoxoxoxoxo

PART TWO: https://radwriting.tumblr.com/post/162135746177/goodbye-stiles-stilinski

BTS reaction: taking care of their girlfriend when she’s sick

Anon requested:

Hi! I’m really sick right now and I was wondering if you could do a bts reaction to their girlfriend being sick, like them taking care of her and stuff.


Jin:

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

We all know how much Jin likes to take care of other people. So when you, his favorite person in the entire world, got sick he knew that he would do anything that he can so you can feel better. 

He made you lay in bed for the entire day, turned on your favorite drama to watch and made you so much food that you thought you were never going to be able to eat it all. 

“Jin-ah that’s too much food!”

“No it’s not! You’re sick. You need energy!”


Yoongi:

Originally posted by cyyphr

When he first sees you, so sick that you’re not able to get out of bed, he would immediately turn from the tough, swaggy Suga, into the sweet and loving Yoongi. It would be kind of hard for him at first, because he was not really used to take care of anyone. But he was ready to do anything for you. And I mean ANYTHING! If you throw up on the floor, he would clean it up without saying a word. If you sneeze all over him, by an accident he would just wipe it off his face and reassure you that it’s totally okay. He would go out shopping for different kinds of medicines, teas and foods that would make you feel better, coming home with three giant bags full of stuff. And if you have a fever he won’t be able to sleep at night, constantly checking your temperature and giving you different kinds of cold medicines.

“Love, are you sure you’re okay? Do you need anything else?”

“No, oppa, I’m fine. Seriously, it’s just a cold…”

“It’s not JUST a cold! You actually look like you’re dying! Still gorgeous though.” He laughed winking.


Jhope:

Originally posted by btsarekings

Seeing you sick would make Hobi extremely sad. He loved you so much and seeing you in pain was actually kind of painful to him too. 

He would try to make you feel better by telling you to lay down and relax, making you some tea and probably even attempting to cook something. Then he would try telling you different stories and jokes in hopes of entertaining you, so you would feel better. 

“Tell me if you need anything, jagi. And I mean ANYTHING! Not just food and stuff, ANYTHING! Whatever you want, if you want me to dance for you, I will. If you want me to cuddle you, I will. If you want me to go out and get you a puppy…I’ll do that too. As long as it makes you happy, I’ll do it!”


Namjoon:

Originally posted by trash-for-bangtan

Namjoon would want to help you so badly! But in his attempts to help he would just cause even more destruction. He would try to cook for you, completely destroying the kitchen in the process. He would try to buy you cold medicine, but would probably get the children’s one by an accident instead. He would try to clean up your room for you, so you wouldn’t have to do it yourself, but would probably break a few of your stuff while doing so. 

He would keep trying to help, and keep causing more, and more destruction until you finally decide to tell him to stop and just come cuddle you instead. 

“But I want to help you!”

“Baby, you helped enough. Just come cuddle me now, that’s going to make me feel a lot better.”

“Okay…”He sighed but then smiled. 


Jimin:

Originally posted by bangtan

Jimin would definitely panic. He would definitely think that it wasn’t just a cold but something way more serious. And he would probably decide to google the symptoms. 

That was a bad idea. Two minutes later he would come back to you and say, completely serious:

“Jagi, I’m so sorry, but you might have cancer!” 

“Jimin what the fuck!” You yelled.

“I googled the symptoms. Most of the results said it was an ordinary cold, but what if…it’s not!!!” 

“Oh my god, Jimin! Baby, you had the exact same reaction last time when I was sick! I’m okay, I promise….”

“Okay then, [Y/N]. But don’t say that I didn’t warn you….”

You sighed and shook your head, annoyed. 


Taehyung:

Originally posted by sgfgdolans

Tae would believe that cuddles and laughs are the best kind of medicine. He would play your favorite movie and lay down next to you, cuddling you for hours, making funny faces at you here and there, trying to make you laugh. 

Later he would go out and return with a giant bag of candy, and would keep cuddling you, the two of you chewing on candy, while watching another movie that he had picked. 

“Tae, why did you buys so much candy?” 

“I know you have a sweet tooth and you’re sick so you can eat as much candy as you want today!” He smiled.


Jungkook:

Originally posted by boyfriendjungkookie

Jungkook would be freaking out, the moment you realized you were sick! He have never taken care of anyone else before, so he would have no idea what to do. But being really nervous about it, he would just tell you to lie down while he thinks of something, before going in the other room and calling his hyungs for advice. 

“Hyung, the love of my life, my sweet, sweet jagi is sick! What do I do? Please help! I’m freaking out!”

Day 14

Today’s post is dedicated to small children. Because, when they’re not screaming, they say some of the best things and honestly just make my day. 

1. A little girl and her father came through my line. He was buying fresh sushi, and asked her if she was sure she didn’t want any of her own. The girl gasped, horror-struck.
Girl: “Sushi is made out of GOLDFISH, daddy!”
Man: “No it’s not, honey, I swear. It’s made out of fish from the sea. Your goldfish came from a pet store.”
Girl: “Fish from the sea…. LIKE NEMO AND DORY?!?!?!?”
Man: “No, honey, I swear, not Nemo and Dory–”

The little girl then looked up at me with wide, tear-filled eyes, and whispered: “My daddy is a monster.”

(I had to cough to cover my laughter).

2. A woman was pushing three little boys around in the main basket of her cart. An older gentlemen asked the boys humorously, “So what aisle did she find you fellows in?”
One little boy bellowed back, “THE PREGNANT AISLE!”

3. Every now and then a little kid comes through clutching a toy that their parents are buying them and are so excited about it that they don’t want to let it go for even a minute for you to scan it. And as soon as you do scan it, they want it back in their hands again, bag be damned. And I completely understand—I remember being the same way as a child. 

But I really wasn’t expecting the same response with a little girl and a bottle of toothpaste. As soon as it was scanned, she victoriously snatched it back up and clutched it close to her chest, caressing the box lightly with her fingertips.

Her mother just smiled fondly. “It’s her favorite brand.”

4. As I was ringing up a family’s groceries, one little girl complained to her mother about being “hungry enough to eat pig.”

Her mother responded, “Honey, I think you mean pork.”

The little girl muttered cryptically, “Not if you eat the whole animal.”

5. “Potatoes are my favorite vegetable!” one little boy exclaimed as I rung up his father’s bag of potatoes. 
I could already tell by the light in the father’s eyes that he saw this as a Teachable Moment ™, which was confirmed when he said, “No son, potatoes are actually tubers.”

The boy screamed, “SO WE’VE BEEN EATING CANCER??!?!?!?!?!”

I smiled for the rest of my shift. 

anonymous asked:

Are there any list or compilation of characters making snide comments or subtle notice that there are something more than just a profound bond between Cas and Dean? Also, why did Aaron choose to flirt with Dean to hide the fact that he was tailing him? They never met, so what tipped him off, and that it worked so well?

Hi! well, a while ago I made this post.

So we have… off the top of my head:

Balthazar, Meg, Naomi, Lucifer, Charlie, Benny, Hester, Crowley, Amara, Metatron, Ishim, Nora, Bobby, Sam and Cain… basically MOST of the characters who either know them well enough individually or have seen them together for more than 30 seconds.

My favourites though are Crowley, Lucifer and Amara

Crowley because he knows them both so well. He teases Cas about Dean being his boyfriend, calls Cas a “love slave”, ‘saves’ Cas in order to make Dean human again because he knows he needs Cas for this, he teases Dean about their own escapades as demon!dean, with Dean it’s less about Cas and more about Dean/him as he is jealous, teases him about being able to shove the bomb where the sun don’t shine “well, you could…” etc.

source:

@impala-sunsets

Amara literally is the Anti-Cas throughout all of season 11, the bond overrinding his free will, but her bond is not as strong as Cas and Dean’s, despite being God’s sister, she has to use Cas to get through to Dean, she only appears when Dean is longing for Cas or when Sam mentions Angels for example. She also exposes that Dean REPRESENTS Humanity, a hark back to Metatron’s “Cas is in love with Humanity”, wow this story is so layered it takes YEARS for pieces of the puzzle to be made obvious, by which time the GA have probably forgotten, but we haven’t and when people rewatch once it is canonically acknowledged I’m sure there will be floods of people going “OHHHH I see now when they did THIS and THAT it was because they’ve been in love all along!”.

When she then is portrayed as caring about Dean, she exposes his emotions, his feelings of love and shame (as the love monster, but it still counts as it is her representation and the monster literally says “who I am is not important” ie. THE WRITERS SAYING LOOK AT WHAT THIS MONSTER IS SAYING BECAUSE ITS TRUE), of his self worth and his feelings for CAS, which have been the overriding theme of all of Dean’s story for the end of the season, which Amara USED to get close to him… I mean JEEZ exposition much? 

The whole season’s plot makes no sense if you don’t see Dean as so deeply in love with Cas that the big bad uses it in her own storyline, the plot for the WHOLE SEASON RESTS ON IT. 

Originally posted by casclaire

Lucifer because he was inside Cas so canonically knows how he feels… Tbh I’m still waiting for this to come out at some point… probably towards the end of Lucifer’s story we should get some kind of reference to him using Dean to get to Cas or just coming out with it as he is a master manipulator , of course he would use this against them, he knows, he should do something with this information, I’M WAITING!

Originally posted by driverpicksthemuusic

Re: Aaron, Aaron was SMART. 

Tbh I think he just thought that Dean would be super uncomfortable and back off if he was hit on by a dude, as most guys would, it’s a great tactic. 

BUT Dean actually gets flustered and looks like he might actually be interested… so Aaron is like SHIT and basically then backs off himself, trying to tie up the conversation and move Dean along. Luckily for him Dean’s phone rings. But if you watch it, Aaron is hitting on Dean up to the point where it seems like Dean might actually be interested, then he completely changes to trying to end the conversation. 

He’s all “have a good night” instead of actually trying to get a date out of him as he would if he was really interested after Dean made the face he does when he says “is that supposed to make you less interesting?”.

source: @caffeinedeathwarrior

JUST LOOK AT AARON’S FACE FALL!!!

Aaron thought that last flirtation would be the nail in the coffin to make a straight guy get so uncomfortable he’d end the conversation and walk away, but Dean pulls that face and Aaron’s FACE! He’s like SHIT CHANGE TACTIC, ABORT ABORT! 

It’s awesome.

Same as most of my meta on Dean being bi, its often not actually about Dean himself or the top layer, it’s other peoples reactions to it (the Siren for instance), I LOVE this moment.

namesclairenotfriskorchara  asked:

I kind of honestly want to know how the monster family feels about having killed Frisk at least once or cause them harm. I wanna know how they bounced back from being murdered a lot so easily, Does Sans regret not protecting Frisk during those times they died? I'm not trying to be mean, but its just something that shouldn't be glossed over. Sure they killed the monsters, but they did try or actually succeed in killing them.

Okay, so obviously they Monsters all feel very bad about having hurt Frisk in the past… except Sans who was trying to prevent the literal end of everything so he feels his actions are justified, and Papyrus who never hurt Frisk to begin with. In Toriel’s case she was acting in an attempt to keep Frisk safe and also because of her crushing loneliness. And Undyne was doing what she thought was the right thing for monsters, and after wrestling with her guilty conscience decided that Frisk was now her friend. And in Mettaton’s case, he’d become so fixated on his dream of performing for millions of humans that he’d forgotten the people that made performing worthwhile. And we all know Asgore’s story and how complicated it is. In his case, he was even somewhat aware of the fact that Frisk could reset. So in Asgore’s mind, Frisk would almost certainly win at some point.

Everyone who hurt Frisk was changed by Frisk’s compassion, and yes they regret hurting Frisk and killing them in previous timelines. But I don’t think they regret what ultimately came of those encounters. Every single one of them adores Frisk and will do whatever they can to make up for their past mistakes.

And as for Sans protecting Frisk? …He DID protect them. When they got too close to the power to erase the world he did his damnedest to protect them. He knew they could reset so it didn’t matter if they died. They’d just come back. And in the pacifist run, he made sure in subtle ways that they always had a way forward and never faced an impossible challenge. He kept an eyesocket on them, as he said. But why save them from death when death is just a slap on the wrist? Why would he bother with that?

And to be explicitly clear, during that time, death had little to no consequence to Frisk. Yeah it wasn’t pleasant. Yeah it hurt. But it hurt in the way that a slap in the face hurts. Even less in fact because it’s over really fast and then poof! You’re alive and good as new. Frisk got used to it very quickly.
-TQ

Bathtub Musings, Kallias x Viviane

A High Lady, how interesting, Viviane mused as she lounged in her bath. Slowly, she rose hand from the swirling sea of lavender tinted water and soapy foam. Little trails of water raced down moonlight fingers as she lightly twisted her hand to watch them trace the curves and crevices, half-heartedly trying to keep them on her hand. With a slow blink of her aquamarine eyes, she watched tiny snowflakes glaze the hardening drops of water, their newfound icy weight causing them to plummet from her hand and ripple the water, melting to water once again when they were enveloped in the water’s warm embrace. A gift from Kallias, this ability to make ice bend to her will, like a puppet on his finely tied strings. She let her dark lashes slide shut as she sank further into the marble bathtub, letting her chin hover just above the surface as she let her head fall against the cool rim. Somewhere behind her, a door slid open and the sound of leather boots scuffed the tiled floor. The high fae lady could only let a small smile tug the corner of her pink tinged lips as she remained where she was, waiting. Her patience was rewarded, cool fingers trailed along her forearms, catching themselves on her elbows where they then tugged her towards their master. She let her fall against the chiseled muscle and alabaster skin of her mate, where the smell of evergreen and mint swirled into her nose and protecting arms enveloped her, hiding her from a world harsher than even the bitterest of icy blizzards. Perching her chin in the dip between his pectorals, aquamarine eyes to gaze upon the face of her dearest love. She was rewarded with her most favorite thing in the world. Clear blue eyes that seemed to be made of ice themselves, as if when he opened them for the first time, the snowflakes that danced over his head had loved them so much, they landed there and never wished to leave. White lashes still bore snowflakes that were unable to join their companions in his eyes. The world never saw the eyes she was given the privilege of enjoying. To the world, they were cold, hard, unforgiving eyes of a frigid and icy ruler over a crystalline coated land of ice and snow. But for her, and only her, they bore such a gentle, loving tenderness, one that melted away any fear or sadness in her life. Snow white strands draped themselves over the sides of his face and over his shoulders, where the ends vanished from view. A soft smile painted on tinged lips, a masculine twin to her own greeted her.

“So, this is where you had run off to. How cruel of you not to extend an invitation to your mate.” His voice, smooth like glass and deep as the seas that crashed against icy cliffs mused.

“Well, you see, my mate is a very smart man, my lord. Sooner or later he would have found me. Even if he hadn’t immediately figured it out, the chase excites him, you see. What kind of a mate would I be if I didn’t excite him a little every now and again? Make the blood in his icy veins rush with heat, hmm?” She purred in answer.

Soft eyes then lit with white fire and that soft smile curled into a feral grin.

“Just the sight of you accomplishes that my love.” Was the only reply she was given before her lips were seized into a searing kiss. Pearly white teeth nipped her bottom lip, seeking permission to pass through her own pearly whites, permission she was more than happy to grant. His tongue dove in, caressing hers in a dance of love and wills. Snow white tendrils met their frosted counterparts as she was raised above him, only to be eased down into place, a joining that, even now, made her world spin and her vision glaze with starlight. Large hands swept up her back, roaming the smooth plane as if once again discovering it for the first time. A funny notion, really, because they were more like an old friend than a newly discovered region. But yet, it still elicited the same shiver it always has and the unquenchable desire for more. It had only been three months, three months and she couldn’t get enough, couldn’t sate the greedy monster deep within her that craved more. This coupling had been slow and sensual, there would be time for fast and earth-shattering later, once an important matter had been discussed.

“Kal.” She breathed into his neck. She laid splayed against him like a blanket, spent from their most recent activities.

“Hmm” came a deep rumble from his chest that vibrated his vocal chords.

“I want to be a High Lady too.” She asked, cracking her eyes open slightly. Kallias was silent for a moment, crafting his response.

“Of course my love, you know anything you ask of me is yours. But I do have one condition.”

“And that would be?”

“Sitting on my throne wearing nothing but your crown and telling me exactly that.”

This elicited a smile from his mate’s swollen lips.

“How long have you been waiting to enact this fantasy?”

Kallias could only chuckle, “I take my opportunities when they present themselves, dearest Viv.”


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What This Family Does

My own fix-it fic - written before 6x17, but I didn’t publish it before. Slightly canon divergent, but not much… Killian comes back from Neverland, and Snowing are awake already. I felt Killian deserved a little more than just being forgiven.

title: What This Family Does

summary: Killian comes back from Neverland, and some things should not be swept under the rug.

rating: a very tame T - and F for lots and lots of forgiveness… because that’s what this family does, after all.

also on ff.net and ao3


When he’s finally back in their home, weariness settles into his bones as he sinks on the couch.

Staring into the fire that’s crackling against the crispy cold outside, his mind starts to drift, and he thinks back to the moment he was about to burn the dreamcatcher with his awful memories. Without even noticing, Killian runs his hand over his face and sighs.

David didn’t murder him, not even punch him in the face, on the contrary – he showed what looked like genuine relief, maybe even joy when he finally managed to return to Storybrooke, the bloody Crocodile’s offspring’s curse broken. But he knows there will come the moment – sooner than later, probably – when they’ll have to have a serious talk about the disastrous events that took place all those years ago, in that night he ran his vicious blade through a completely innocent man and destroyed yet another family.  In fact, destroying families and orphaning guiltless children seems to be his specialty.

But… he reminds himself that this is in the past, and he has finally made his peace with the fact that his past doesn’t define him. What does define him are his actions and his choices, the man he is now: the man who managed to defy the darkness of Excalibur, the man who stands up for his loved ones, the man who helps justice to be done, curses to be broken and families and lovers to find each other again. The man he is now – he knows and accepts it, that man deserves love, he deserves trust and he deserves a happy ending. And if he has to work a little harder for that, then he’ll do it. He’ll do whatever it takes to set things right with David, his best friend aside from Emma, and he’ll do what he must to prove himself to her, show her that he does have trust in her and their love. He can only hope that it is enough to make her believe in him again and trust in their relationship enough to make her want to be his wife.

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Here it is!! My collaboration with LetThereBeDoodles! <3 This is something we have been working on for the last couple of weeks and it has been so much fun working together and I am so happy with what we created. We both hope that you enjoy these manips and the story that goes with them!(^-^)

We both wanted to do something new so we decided to create our own adaptation a la Disney! >:D We looked at several stories from around the world and got hooked by the story of Yuki-Onna, a mythical spirit from Japan. This is a character that has been re-imagend several times in film/TV before, so we had to take some artistic liberties in order for it to feel new and unique.

Even though this story is not historically accurate in the sense that it’s not based on real life events or people, we still did our absolute best to thoroughly research the era, culture and legends. But bare in mind that this adaptation was made by two non-Japanese creators, so errors in accuracy may be present. If this had been a real, original film project then we would naturally have hired film makers from a Japanese background to help us in it’s production. :3

DISCLAIMER: We do not own the movies which were used to created theses images. We only take credit for editing and the story.
Movies used: Brother Bear II, Fantasia 2000, Grave of the Fireflies, Lilo & Stitch, Millennium Actress, Mulan I-II, Peter Pan II, Pocahontas I-II, Princess Mononoke, Wolf Children

Story Summary:

WINTERTIDE: The tale of Yuki Onna

(developed by TheNamlessDoll and Lettherebedoodles, written by Lettherebedoodles.)

Every Winter when the snow starts to fall, the people of Japan huddle inside their homes with their families, away from the frigid white wasteland beyond the door.

Every Winter she watches them through the frosted glass, her pale skin barely distinguished from the snow around her, her eyes glinting from behind waves of long ebony hair. It is her job to see that the snow falls, that the winter comes and resets the world, preparing for the new beginning… However, human’s don’t seem to like the cold. They dread her return, and shun her when she arrives. They fear her… she is alone.

Yuki-Onna, the snow woman.

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let's talk about ranger healing...

We all got this thing where they heal quickly right? Bruises? Healed by the end of the day. Cuts? Basically gone within the hour or so. Broken bones? Sets themselves, but ya gotta move ‘em into position.


But, think about this:

Injuries from other rangers take longer to heal

Now, I’m not saying that they walk around with broken bones blatantly on display, but they’d definitely be able to feel the bruises and cuts they got.


Now than, for the real reason I made this post:

The first time Kim tries to leave a hickie on Trini’s neck, she makes it as big and deep in color as possible since she thinks it’ll just disappear the next day

Her girlfriend was not amused when she spotted the monster on her neck and flushed each time someone pointed it out

Kim wore a sheepish, but proud smile for the rest of the week

Trini tried to get revenge and littered hickies all over Kimberly’s neck

Kim wore them like a badge of honor

Kimberly absolutely loves the fact that the hickies she made on Trini don’t go away as soon as everything else

She puts them places people can see 'cause she’s a possessive little shite

Trini sorta wishes the ranger healing would make 'em fade away like every other injury they get, but she totally love them as much as Kim, maybe even more

Also, Trini likes leaving her own marks on Kim. Said marks primarily being scratches and bite marks.

After Hours - Vulnerable

Hello again! So this is nothing too special, just an idea I had after the finale and then it kinda turned into something that hit me after the RWBY cast was on Always Open. It’s White Rose and I know the last two have been them so promises that the next After Hours will be something else. 

Anyway, also wanted to say that Foxtrot is moving along and will have an update sooner than later. I’m also in the process of outlining a new fic for this hiatus that I’m really excited about and it’ll be coming when Foxtrot is concluded. 

Enough from me. Here’s some BFF Weiss/Ruby


Despite the fact that she was exhausted and her muscles hurt from training and it was already past midnight – Ruby was still awake.

It had been an extremely emotional day. Not only had her sister returned, but they’d run into Weiss as well. They reunions had been everything Ruby imagined they would be. A lot of crying and hugging and a few times here Yang yelled at her – then one time where Weiss did. Then more hugging and Weiss crying and Yang teasing Ruby when she kissed Weiss on the forehead.

She didn’t know what all the fuss was about, it was only because that’s how her dad would always help her stop crying. She wanted to do the same for Weiss. Yang’s snickers and teasing didn’t even make sense but was still annoying.

Though that annoyance couldn’t replace the relief at seeing her partner and big sister again. To have three members of team RWBY together was so wonderful, even though they all felt Blake’s absence.

Yang had promised they’d find her too, that they’d be together again. Yang was so confident, so strong and smiling so much – it made Ruby’s heart swell.

The emotion of the day had overwhelmed her, and even after Yang went out with Qrow and Weiss retired to the room she rented out, Ruby was still wired up and unable to sleep.

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Strangers

Bucky x Reader

 

Summary: They were both emotionally scarred, and he knew not to take it personally. Based off of Strangers by Halsey featuring Lauren Jauregui.

 

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing probably.

 

Word Count: 2.3k

Originally posted by seabasschino

I knew from the moment that I kissed her that everything changed between us. I liked her–alot. She just drew me in. The mysteriousness surrounding her captivated me. In a way, she reminded me of myself. She was quiet and cold, brushing off any sign of affection from anyone. I knew not to take it personally, I was the same way when I first arrived. HYDRA had us conditioned that we were incapable of love and affection. We were tortured until we became the monster that they wanted us to be. We were deprived of kindness and compassion, something that naturally comes easy to the Avengers. Now, months into her arrival, I had made the irreversible mistake of kissing her when she got shot during one of our missions.

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Ice Ice Baby chapter 1: Baby Makes Two

It’s finally here! I’m so happy to finally get to share this with all of you. I won’t spoil anything right now, notes will come with the next chapter. 

This fic will actually have a posting schedule. Crazy, right? I’ll update once a week on Sunday.

Summary: Juvia has started a journey that she’s always wanted. A journey to become a mother. But can she really do it by herself? What will she do when an unexpected blizzard changes everything? 

You can read all chapters: HERE!


“Congratulations, you’re pregnant.”

“Eh?”

The kind elderly doctor smiled, “Your test results came back positive. You’re going to be a mom.”

Her heart pounded a little more, her lips quivered as she held back a smile, “Juvia is so happy.”

25-year-old Juvia Lockser truly had never been more pleased with her life. One thing she had always wanted since childhood was to have a baby. Although, one part of the equation wasn’t right…

“I’m glad,” her doctor handed her a few pamphlets, “I’ll schedule an appointment when you’re a little farther along. Will the father be joining you?”

“Um,” Juvia hesitated, she lowered the pamphlet on vitamins to her lap, this was the part of the equation she wasn’t happy with, “I will ask. But… he may not be as happy as Juvia.”

“I see, well don’t push him. It takes men a little longer to accept an unplanned pregnancy then women. If you do need any help, we do have a full support staff.”

“Juvia appreciates it,” the blue haired mother-to-be listened closely as her doctor discussed other things she could do to stay healthy for her little one.

About an hour later, Juvia stepped out into the late winter day, finally finished inside the medical building. The weather was warming up nicely in late March. And it wasn’t the sun shining that made her want to skip. How she couldn’t wait to hold that precious little life in her arms!

Sliding into her car, she leaned back fully against the seat, “A baby for Juvia.”

A smile would not leave her face no matter how hard she tried. She thought of tiny clothes and bows and trucks and diapers and birthdays and hugs and slobbery kisses. What a wonderful adventure she was starting.

The smile dimmed when she started her car. There was just one problem she saw… would her boyfriend be just as happy as she?

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