they need to tell us your first name so i can tag you correctly

So you want to interact with a fanfiction author

Great! I’m glad you want to reach out and start a conversation with the many creative, giving people who take time out of their busy lives to pen the stories that have captured your imagination. This post is going to cover leaving reviews, giving constructive criticism, and a few do’s and don’t’s.

If you like a fic, leave a review! You can do this a couple different ways.

Reblogging with tags. Every single creative person I know, be they writer or artist or musician, religiously stalks the tags when people reblog their work. Tags are an amazing way to communicate with a creative, especially if you’re shy about sending them a message directly or are afraid your comment will go unnoticed in their inbox.

Don’t know what to say in the tags? Think about the moment you decided you were going to reblog this piece instead of just hitting the “Like” button. Was it a particularly well done piece of dialogue? A description that made you feel like you were a part of the story instead of just reading it? A scenario you’d never considered before but changed the way you thought about [character a, situation b, or fandom c]? There’s a reason you’re taking time to reblog instead of like, so let them know why! Not every reblog needs to be a tag flail.

Alternatively, you can send the author a message. Fanmail if you’re shy and don’t want your adoration made public. Sometimes, if I don’t have time to tag a fic the way I want for whatever reason, I’ll like the piece and then shoot the author a fanmail or an ask telling them what I liked. This is also acceptable. Who doesn’t like getting mail? Crazy people who don’t use social media, that’s who.

Ok, but wait. What if you DON’T like what the author has done with their fic? What then? Yes, there are options.

Option #1: You ignore the fic. You neither like nor reblog the story. You and the author both move on with your lives. You may choose this option at any time. It is not necessary to let the author or anyone else know you have chosen this option.

Option #2: Ask the author why they chose to go that route. Politely. We’ll go over what that means later.

Option #3: Give constructive criticism. Now. Be careful with this one. Creatives are sensitive people. Make sure the author is open to it before you go barrelling into their ask box. If you message me, even on anon, saying, “Hey, I just read your latest fic and I have some concrit I wanted to run by you. Is that ok?” that is perfectly fine. If my answer is yes, go for it. If not, see Option #1.

What is concrit? Glad you asked.

This is concrit: “I totally get the vibe you were going for with that scene, but I was a little confused about the angles of the body parts. I don’t think you meant for them to be doing xyz there. It just took me out of the moment a little.”

This is NOT concrit: “You’re actually not very good at writing smut. You should probably just let [other person] write it and stick to what you’re good at. Which is not smut.”

What’s the difference? In the first one, you acknowledge what you think the author was going for. You explain what has you confused. You explain how you interpreted it. And then you leave a way for the author to contact you to respond to the concrit. You could be right. Maybe the author’s beta was having an off day and missed that awkward elbow maneuver. Maybe they don’t have a beta.  Or maybe it’s you that’s missed something. The second example is rude. This criticism is not designed to help the author. It is designed to tear them down and discourage them.

Some people adore concrit. Some people only want it before they publish a piece. Some don’t want it at all. None of these are wrong.

SIDE NOTE FOR AUTHORS: If you ask for concrit, do not be upset, offended, or throw a tantrum when someone sends you a respectful message. You did not want concrit. You wanted to ask for concrit and revel when no one sent you anything. Those are not the same things. Concrit, when given correctly, is designed to make you, the author, a better writer.

Ok, let’s go back to Option #2 now. Where you liked the piece overall, but the characters are acting a little wonky. Something’s not quite right, you think. You don’t really have any concrit, but you want to say something. Here’s what you can do, especially if the author is posting a work in progress.

Acceptable: “Hey! I just read the latest chapter of [amazing story you’ve been following since day one]. I’m enjoying the story so far, but this last one has me a little confused. Why did [character a] do [this]? I feel they would have done [that]. Am I missing something?”

Not acceptable: “Your latest chapter was a big disappointment. I feel like you just don’t know the characters anymore. There’s no way in hell [characters a and b] would be [doing xyz]. I’m sorry, I’m unfollowing you.”

In the first example, you let the author know you like their work. You are making an attempt to understand their vision. You give them a specific example of what’s bothering you. You acknowledge that there may be things coming that you aren’t aware of yet. In the second, you’re an asshat who is wasting bandwidth. The tone has shifted from commenting on the story to commenting on the author.

And here are a few general DO’s and DON’T’S:

DO tell an author you are excited to read the next chapter.

DON’T send an author a message saying only “update soon” less than five minutes after the new chapter was posted.

DO speculate on what’s going to happen next.

DON’T tell the author how to write their story.

DO ask your author how the writing process is going.

DON’T ask your author why they haven’t updated yet.

DO send your author love.

DON’T send your author anon hate.

THERE ARE NO PROFESSIONAL FANFICTION AUTHORS. (We’re not gonna talk about she-who-must-not-be-named of the fifty shade variety). Every single fic author has a job, family, friends, school, religion, other hobbies, or sleep equally vying for their attention. Respect their time, respect their work, respect them as human beings, and we’ll all get along fine.

lockedinmybody  asked:

daliaaaaa could you tell me your fave sterek fics please?? :)

How could you ask me this? Do you have any idea how many sterek fics I’ve read over the years? How many I’ve loved?

This is a short list of the very few I could think of off the top of my head. I think I’ll probably make a recs page, because I’ve been meaning to for a long time. I have a recs tag, but that includes different pairings as well.

Sideways and Slantways and Longways and Backways

“I called you a slave-driver!” Stiles cried hysterically. “I called you an ogre! I stole all the blue paperclips!”
Derek raised an eyebrow at him.
“That’s company property!” he shouted, waving his arms madly in distress.
Derek ran a hand over his face. “It’s not theft if the vice president of the company gives you permission.”

(Otherwise known as the Elevator AU)

The Prince

Stiles must surrender the most important thing in his life to protect the town… and no one can figure out what it was.

Around The Bend

The first time Derek catches sight of the new yoga instructor, Stiles is in the middle of showing a class how to do downward-facing dog. Derek walks into a wall.

Things don’t exactly improve from there.

Derek can’t stop staring at Stiles, the bendy new yoga instructor at his family’s gym. Stiles thinks Derek’s a repressed homophobe who hates Stiles for making him want the D. They fall in love.

can’t be hateful, gotta be grateful

“Be cool, Dad, we’ve decided to con Grandma.”

(Or, the one where the Stilinski men drag Derek to Thanksgiving dinner at Grandma’s and she gets the right wrong idea.)

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shallura analysis :: 1x10 “collection and extraction”

Previous analysis: episode one, episode two, episode three, episode four, [no episode five], episode six, episode seven, episode eight, episode nine

Behold the most shallura heavy episode in the series, and the one that made most of us start shipping these cuties. Since there’s so much interaction and so much to go over, it kind of goes without saying that this analysis gonna be pretty long - so I’m putting most of it under a read more. Now, without further ado, let’s begin.

The team is currently trying to access Sendak’s memories, something that deeply disrupted Shiro’s emotional state in the previous episode - similarly to Allura having to let go of her father - yet was the most dedicated to using Sendak’s memories. Allura mirrors this dedication, while simultaneously continuing the break against her father and what he would have approved of, shown in this exchange with Coran.

Allura: Somewhere inside Sendak’s memories we should be able to find the inside information that gives us the key to take down Zarkon.
Coran: I don’t think your father would approve of searching through an enemy’s memories.
Allura: I know, but we have to do everything we can to defeat Zarkon.

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Pick Me

Request: Can you do a Bucky x Reader X Steve fluff(maybe smut), where the reader needs help with a world history unit about World War Two and they go to them??? And they fight over who’s going to help the reader??

Pairing: Bucky x Reader x Steve

Warnings: none rlly (I’m so fucking sorry, ik you probably wanted smut but the cold hard truth is I fucking suck ass at writing smut and I don’t want to make y’all cringe)

A/N: Hello my name is Victoria Martinez (just call me Tori), I was born on December 25th, 1999 (I’m 17), I love reading and writing, I have a fucked up sense of humor, I attend Primavera online high school bc public school gave me bad anxiety, panic attacks, made my depression worsen and much much more. I only have one friend (I’m a loser, I know), and ye homies. If ya have any questions for me/about me I’ll be happy to answer them. I just want you guys to get to know me better.

Putting down your pen, you release and frustrated sigh. You had to write a 5 paged essay about World War 2 for your World History class that was due at the end of the week (granted that your professor gave you nearly 3 weeks to work on it). You look down at your paper and read over what you had wrote down.


March 8th, 2017

World History

The Second World War

That was it. Your mind went completely blank after that. You looked over your notes once. Then twice. Now nearly six times and still nothing. You tried reading the articles your professor suggested but to no avail.

You pick up your pen again, tapping it on your desk before dropping it and throwing your head back, not forgetting to let out a loud groan. You couldn’t put this aside any longer - you’ve already done that for two weeks.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do?” you mutter into your hands. You didn’t want to look at that god awful paper again. Then, an idea hit you. “Friday, where’s Bucky - or Steve?”

“Mr. Barnes and Mr. Rogers are in the living room.”


You stand up, taking your pen and notebook with you as you rush down the hall. Nearly slipping twice, you make it to the living room and spot the two men sitting on the couch while watching some movie.

You tuck your hair behind your ear and walk around the couch, waving your hand to catch their attention. “Hey guys.”

“Hey Y/N.” Bucky spoke first, throwing a handful of popcorn in his mouth.

“We just started watching this.. Kids cartoon, I think. It’s called Sausage Party. You can join us if you want.” Steve added, glancing over at you.

You laugh. “You’re in for a rude awakening, my friend.” he looks at you with confusion written all over him but you decide to move on. “Um.. I actually came here to ask for your help - or Bucky’s.”

At the mention of his name, he looks over at you.

“What is it?” Steve asked, turning his body towards you as you took a seat on the far end of the couch.

“I have this five paged essay to turn in at the end of the week about World War Two but I dunno I’m just having a hard time doing it.” you sigh. “I mean, I’ve gone over my notes so many times and I’ve read the articles but-”

“The articles are bullshit.” Bucky says. “They always have the wrong information.”

“Which is why I came to you guys for help.” you gesture to them. “Maybe you can put it in a way that I’ll understand? Since, you know, you guys were there and all.”

Steve makes a face. “Sure, I can help you.”

“It’s cool, Steve. I can help her.” Bucky sits up, body now turned towards you.

Steve turns to his friend. “No, it’s fine Buck. I’ve got this.”

“Steve, I can do this. I was there.” he smiled and you knew they were about to start arguing.

“Well so was I.”

“Yeah but,” Bucky scoffs. “I was there.”

Steve frowns, crossing his arms over his chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It mean that… Well..” Bucky pauses, trying to word it correctly but Steve interrupts.

“I was in that war, Bucky.” he spoke.

“Yeah but you weren’t there in the beginning, I was.”

Steve huffed. “It’s not my fault that I was a skinny man and no one..” his voice became background noise when Bucky sighed.

“Here we go again.” he rolled his eyes before preparing for the conversation. “No one said it was your fault, Steve.”

“Well obviously you are because-”

“Steve, don’t start.”

Steve pursed his lips like an immature child. “You don’t think I was a good enough soldier.”

“Oh god.” Bucky breathed, closing his eyes for a split second before looking at Steve. “I never said that.”

“You didn’t have to.” he huffed. “I only saved your life, nothing too major.” sarcasm laced his words and you had to slap a hand over your mouth to prevent you from laughing. You’ve never seen Steve get like this before and it was honestly hilarious.

“You wanna go there? Fine, let’s go there.” Bucky sat on the edge of his seat. “You let me fall of the damn train.”

Steve gasped. “I did not!”

“You did!”

“I tried to get you Bucky!”

“Well you didn’t try hard enough and because of that, I fell off the train, lost my arm and was captured by Hydra.” the soldier crossed his arms.

“Don’t blame this all on me!” Steve shouted.

Deciding that you should stop them from arguing, you interrupt.

“Hey uh, I really need help with that five paged essay. Really important.” you say, causing the two to become silent as they glare at one another.

“I’m helping Y/N.” Bucky spoke.

“No, I am.” Steve hissed.

“You weren’t even there for the first part of it, how could you-”

“Oh, I’m sorry that I was too damn skinny to be enlisted, Bucky!”

“Don’t go there!”

“You already did!”

“You think you’re Mr. Perfect? You didn’t even bother looking for me after I fell!” Bucky argued.

“I thought you were dead!”

He scoffed. “Well clearly I’m not.” he gestures to himself.

“Bucky, I’ll help Y/N because unlike you, I was there till the end.” he smiled sweetly.

“You little shit-”

They start bickering back and forth and finally realizing that you would get help from neither of them, you up and leave the living room, bumping into Tony and Sam along the way.

“What are the old men arguing about?” Tony questioned.

You wave your hand. “Something about Steve leaving his condom wrappers out in the open.”

Tony looks at Sam. “I told you Rogers was getting laid!”

Sam rolls his eyes and they continue on their way towards the elevator. You make it to your room and you’re about to shut the door when you hear Bucky’s voice.

“Where’s Y/N?”

There was a pause.

“See, I told you, you were gonna scare her off!”

Me? More like you scared her off!”

“Don’t turn this on me, Bucky! If you-”

And you shut the door.

A/N: I didn’t know how to end this so ye. I hope ya guys like it, it was pretty fun to write. Tell me what at think :)


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anonymous asked:

Aaaa hi, it says requests are open again! Before I request anything I really wanna say thatI absolutely LOVE your writing. Like it's so lovely and I genuinely enjoy all of your headcanons. Thank you very much ^^ As for the headcanon, this one might be a little weird? Could you please write a headcanon about the RFA finding out that Jumin has PTSD? If not, it's totally okay! Thank you for taking the time to read this. ~Blaine

Blaine. Blaine. *Puts hands on your shoulders* You are amazing for letting me write this out. I hope I can do this prompt a little justice. And if anyone needs this tagged, let me know? I’m not going to bring specifics into it, like how he got it. Not in this hc.

Also, if anyone is confused, I made this post here explaining my personal hc that I thought Jumin may have PTSD. Totally okay if you disagree with that. JUST as a warning, it does talk about abuse in that post, so I heavily suggest not clicking that if it has the potential to upset you.


- She would be one of the first ones to find out. Due to her keeping track of his schedule more often than he did, she would have to remind him of the meetings he had her jot down. No names, no explaination. Just that he had a meeting with someone at one.

- The first time he had her jot it down, she didn’t think to ask much about it. Sometimes he forgot names, and there really was no way of telling how his exact thought process worked.

- But they started becoming frequent. Weekly, even, instead of monthly, and she starting getting concerned when he dodged all questions about it.

- One day she guised her question to be work related. And honestly, in some ways it was. In order to fully make his schedule correctly, she needed names. It wouldn’t be good for him to accidentally schedule two meetings at the same timeslot, mistaking the ‘Meeting @ 1pm’ to be with a different business client.

- And partly…she was worried he might be risking some reputation. She knew he was smart, but with how easily he fell for some of Seven’s antics…

- Finally, though, with enough pestering, she finally got it out of him. He game her a name, explained it was a doctor, and refused to answer any other questions.

- Rarely, very rarely, he used a voice that was much more than his normal 'stern’ tone. She could count on one hand all the times he had used it with her, or even with anyone in general, but when she tried to press futher and he answered with that rare tone, she finally backed down. Swallowed her worries until she got off of work.

- But right after her shift, as she looked up the doctor’s name, finding out he wasn’t just a simple 'doctor’, seeing what he specialized in. She just felt guilt wash over her.

- She refrained from any more questions. Tried to hide her slight annoyance when he cleared his schedule after meeting with the doctor, ignored how tired he sounded. How drained.

- She didn’t know what caused it, and never wanted to try and pry at what did. The least she could do was try to be a bit more understanding, maybe stop fussing about a certain project or two, but… He probably would want her to treat him like usual, right?

- God. She hoped he was doing okay.


- Jaehee accidentally let it slip that Jumin was seeing a doctor. For reasons she was unsure about, since he never said. 

- So of course, of cooourse, Seven wasn’t just going to ignore the chance to snoop around a bit?

- Granted, he was mainly doing it to make sure that Jumin wasn’t hiding that he had cancer, or something life-threatening like that. He knew Jumin had grown up close with V, and privately hoped the man didn’t share his habit of hiding his health.

- Regardless, even with how rich Jumin was, hacking into his bank statements was easy. Trailing cards numbers, amounts, names. Super easy, hardly any effort wasted.

-But he felt his heart slowly inch towards his stomach as he found the doctor’s name. Found what he specialized in, and that Jumin wasn’t actually going to your normal doctor.

- It was hard, admittedly, to not look into the doctor’s files on Jumin. Especially since he was literally a few keys away on possibly finding out why Jumin may have a few quirks. Quirks that the RFA loved him for, but also teased about.

- But if he did, he wouldn’t ever get the guilt to wash away. He’d never be able to look at him, not until he came clean.

- He wanted to know. Wanted to know each reason, wanted to see if his skills could somehow make Jumin feel better, but he only worked with computers. Not people.

- That was the furthest he dug into the issue. If the subject was brought up in the chat, he tried slipping the convo into teasing Yoosung about something, or just…anything distracting.

- Jumin would tell them if it became relevant, he knew that much. Just hopefully he would learn to speak up if he needed help.


- Ultimately, it’s Seven who tells him. Of all the people. He called him during a heated bickering session with Jumin. He wasn’t even aware he was in the chatroom watching them, but when Seven kept trying to find a good way to word something, he cooled off pretty quickly.

- It’s awkward at first, since his main reasoning for calling is to try and get Zen to drop the subject of Jumin’s health, which…Zen is confused as to why being concerned over another members health is a bad thing. So, Seven tried to explain, stumbling a bit over his words.

- After Seven admits he hacked into Jumin’s bank statements and such (Zen immediately getting ready to explain why the fuck that was a stupid thing to do in the first place), Seven explains what kind of doctor Jumin is seeing. And…Zen shuts up. In fact, he’s quiet for a solid minute before asking what he would be seeing him for.

- And once he hears it, he has to ask Seven to repeat it, and then they’re both quiet. Just silently on the phone, wondering what the fuck happened to their cat mom of a friend.

- After they get on the phone, Zen pops back into the chat and ends the argument. In private, he sends a text to Jumin, making some bs excuse about work being difficult. And, awkwardly, tries to suggest having a beer with him. Just to talk. Catch up, talk about life, since Jumin isn’t in the chat often.

- He doesn’t let it get to him when Jumin declines (No free time to even do so), but he feels a bit relieved that Jumin agrees to at least trying to do so sometime.

- They may argue, but if Jumin is dealing with something heavy on his own, then he’s going to at least try to listen. Even if he can’t give the best advice.


- He doesn’t find out until Jumin announces it in the chat one day, claiming to know that Seven must have found out and told everyone, since everyone is treating him vastly different.

- Per Yoosung’s prompting, he explains he doesn’t have anything physical to worry about- No blindness, no cancer, nothing like that. Just a mental issue, something he’s trying to learn more about each session.

- And honestly…Yoosung didn’t know what PTSD was at first. He was confused, and Jumin spelling out the full name didn’t help. Seven eventually had to link him an article in a text, and he felt so sick reading it.

- All the possibilities of Jumin having it…All the implications. They were so horrible! He ended up staying up for a while that night, trying to calm himself down from imagining all the different types of pain his friend could have gone through.

- He never thought Jumin could have something like this. He was born with a silver spoon- Most of his problems were things Yoosung wished he could worry about! Realizing that Jumin possibly hurt some days, more than others, just made him feel an immense guilt for even lightly teasing him at times.

- The next day, exhausted with trying to come up with ways to help out, ways to show he cared, he carefully brought the topic back up in the chat.

- He explained that he knew he was just a kid to Jumin, knew he wasn’t as well put together as he was, but if there was any way he could help, just to let him know. Even if it was just listening to him, Yoosung would do it. He could even call super late at night, since he gamed until four in the morning!

- Jumin was surprisingly a little nice about Yoosung flooding the chat with his worries for him. He explained that, for now, he just wanted everyone to treat him normally, since the chat had developed a weird tension ever since they all found out. But…He was going to take the offers they made, if the need ever arose.

- Even though it was a small thing, the only thing Yoosung could really offer, he was glad it seemed to be helpful.

- In the meantime, he was going to find some cute cat pictures to save for when Jumin was feeling a bit down. It was small, but at least it would show that he cared for him, and he knew Jumin would understand that.

Pride Is Not the Word I’m Looking For

For @artbylexie who’s got pneumonia! She requested:a Sherlolly case abroad, but it’s Molly who’s been invited, not Sherlock. He doesn’t handle it very well at first, but he’s super proud and supportive of her. 

“Think of it, Molly, an entire week!”

“In the South Downs, yes, it sounds lovely,” Moly agreed.

“Oh hang the location! But a locked door murder, that’s the thrill! Oh I do love my job!” he clasped her face in his hands, kissing her forehead. “Tea please!” and he flopped onto the couch.

She shook her head, reaching for the kettle anyway. “Fine, but you’ll pour out.”

“Of course,” he answered. She’d started requesting something in return when he made his demands of her, usually if he demanded access to the lab, she’d ask he open the door for her, and he did. Or if he asked for tea or hot chocolate, she asked that he be the one to pour it, and he did. Mary Watson said it took a Hooper to teach a Holmes, John said it was that he was finally seeing sense and returning all the thousands of favors he owed Molly. Molly knew deep down Sherlock was a good man, and that he was just plain old finally allowing himself to be that good person.

“Have you packed at all?” Molly asked, carrying the tray into the lounge, setting it on the coffee table.

“I will when I get in, I wanted to rush over to tell you,” he sat up, reaching for the pot of tea. Just then his phone buzzed.

“Might be Lestrade, better get that,” Molly said and picked up Toby, swaying back and forth.

He allowed himself to admire her, just for that moment. She was at ease, cuddling that ridiculously large cat, and looking rather charming, impatiently waiting for him to get off the phone.

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The Price of Apples in Atlanta

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Reylo

Prompt: meeting in prison au

Notes: I’ve once again exercised my utter inability to write drabbles. ;) Thank you @lunaplath​ for requesting this one! I’m sorry it took so long for me to write it for you, but this story grew, changed, and took me for a ride in the best possible way.

A disclaimer: I am not particularly educated on conditions in jail. This is in no way meant to be an accurate portrayal of life in jail, although I do hope that I correctly conveyed the nastiness of criminalizing poverty in the U.S. Rey’s year-long sentence for shoplifting is based on a real case, in which a homeless man named Tom Barrett was sentenced similarly for shoplifting a beer from a convenience store. Here’s a link to an NPR article about it, which I encourage y’all to check out if you’re interested in learning more.



It isn’t technically a crime to be poor in the Great State of Georgia. Except, Rey has been homeless ever since she ran away from her last foster family, and it turns out that six shoplifting charges in four months are enough to piss off the local cops. She goes to jail for stealing two apples, valued at $1.09, plus tax. Rey might be entitled to a public defender, but it still costs fifty dollars to fill out the necessary applications, and she doesn’t have it. So she represents herself and pleads no contest.

Judge Dickinson sentences her to a year of probation. If she had the money to pay for an ankle monitor, Rey could’ve spent those twelve months on the street, free, if tagged and tracked. But she didn’t have chump change for apples, or fifty bucks for a lawyer, and she doesn’t have the money to pay for an ankle bracelet either. So here she is, stranded at Dekalb County Jail. Her home for the next twelve months.

Rey has learned two things from this: red apples aren’t worth doing time, no matter how hungry you are; and, in practice, it’s a crime to be poor in the Great State of Georgia.



Ben has to complete two hundred service hours every year to keep his fellowship. It’s a responsibility he’s used to by now, but the second semester of junior year is kicking his ass. He’s procrastinated himself into a corner, still seventy-one hours short of his requirements with only six weeks left until final exams. He’s sick of volunteering at warming shelters and slinging soup to homeless folks at the Mission. It’s important work, as his mother would say, and Ben agrees, but he’s also exhausted, busy, and worst of all, bored–a combination that sends his mood swinging wildly without fail.

Ben calls his mom, because if there’s any problem she can’t fix, he’s yet to see it.

“I’m behind on my service hours, and if I have to build one more sustainable house I’m gonna lose my shit,” he says. “Please tell me there’s something interesting you can get me plugged into.”

She sighs. “If you’d focused on your hours at the beginning of the semester, you wouldn’t be in this boat right now. What have I told you about using your time wisely?”

Ben grabs his stress ball, considers throwing it, and squeezes it instead. “I know that, Mama, but I called for advice, not a slap on the wrist. Can you help me or not?”

He can feel his mother’s sharp disapproval through the crackling silence. She says, “I can, but I won’t if you keep talking to me like that.”

He throws the stress ball. It knocks Armitage’s ugly, industrial lamp off of his bedside table. The thing must not be as durable as it looks, because its neck snaps from the base.

Ben holds the phone away from his face so he can cuss without his mother hearing. “Goddamn motherfucking piece of shit–”

“Ben? What was that crash?”

He bites his knuckles until the sting of breaking skin grounds him, then pulls the phone closer to say, “Sorry. I knocked over my roommate’s lamp. Not on purpose.”

His mother hums, sounding half sympathetic, half disbelieving. “Tell me the truth: are you taking your meds?”

Here we go again, Ben thinks, but all he says is, “Yes.”

All of them?”

“Yes, all of them,” Ben lies.

“I understand how hard this is, but it’s important that you–”

“That Seroquel knocks me out for twelve hours every night, and I can’t get up the next day,” he says. “I missed three of my morning classes last month because I slept through my alarms. How the fuck am I supposed to ace English 301 and squeeze in seventy service hours if I can’t stay awake?”

“Well it sounds like you need to schedule an appointment with your psychiatrist.”

“I will,” Ben says. “Swear to God. As soon as this semester is over.”

His mother’s voice takes a turn from concerned to suspicious when she asks, “Are you saying that because you’re too busy, or because you’re hoping to sail through your exams on a manic phase again?”

She’s not wrong, but this isn’t an argument that he’s willing to have right now. “I don’t have time for the third degree. Email me some service prospects, or don’t. I’ve gotta go.”

“Don’t be like that,” his mother says. “I have a contact at the Dekalb County Jail who’s been looking for volunteer tutors. I’ll pass your name along to him.”

The anger goes out of him as suddenly as it came. He says, “Thanks, Mama. I’m–I’ll do better.”

“I know,” she says gently. “I know you will, sweetheart.”

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Still Here (PT3)

Sebastian Stan x Reader

🌹Tagged for updates🌹

“Goodbyes are not forever, Goodbyes are not the end. They simply mean I’ll miss you, Until we meet again.” -Unknown

You looked at him, eyes wide with an unfathomable list of questions piling in your head. He didn’t move a muscle. He stood there stoic like a statue, still with his back turned facing you. You dropped your phone on the floorboard hoping the loud sound hitting the wood would cause him to turn around. Nothing.

For a split second you came to the conclusion that maybe that wasn’t Sebastian, but the feeling in your gut couldn’t shake the idea that is was him. It was most definitely a terrifying feeling. You could barely speak let alone make out a noise. It felt though as if cotton balls were shoved down your throat. Your entire mouth went completely dry. Holstering yourself upward you pull yourself further up in the attic. The flashlight on your phone was still on, so you bent down to pick it up. Turning it over to hit the right settings to turn it off. You look up to see Sebastian standing five paces in front of you.

You were breathing so heavily you could hear it in your ears. You began to feel the wet hot tears fill up your eyes, blinking just so they would fall. You wanted to touch him, to feel the heat of his skin. The urge was killing you to see if he even felt the same. Afraid to talk, not knowing exactly what your first word should be. You dared Sebastian to speak just by using your stare. Though he remained absolutely silent.

“Say something!” You mumbled incoherently through your hand as the stream of tears flowed down faster than your heartbeat.

Sebastian’s eyes took in everything at once. Since he’s been gone every time you blinked you saw those same eyes that you once watched as the life left from them. The same pure, bright sharp blue eyes you missed when the moment a glimpse of the old Sebastian returned.

“We had a lot of great memories in this old house.” His voice was warm and raspier than you remembered. But it had the same lasting effect sending many unwavering chills down your spine.

“That’s why I can’t stay here.” You stopped talking for a moment, shaking your head in disbelief from having a conversation with a dead Sebastian. “I only want to remember what it was like here with you.”

“We were going to get a dog. A Labrador Retriever if I remember correctly. You wanted to name him Jasper, after that guy from the vampire movie your forced me to watched countless times.” Sebastian said, still speaking like this was the norm.

“You came back just to tell me that?” You sighed feeling overwhelmed and slightly light headed.

“Get the dog.” He answered. The only way you could react from that answer was to look at him staring in amazement that he was wasting whatever damn time he had left just to make small talk.

He inched closer slowly moving towards your body. He lifted his hand and traced the back of his index finger against your cheek bone. Catching and wiping away your tears.

Though you couldn’t help but let them fall as they may, because you could feel his touch again. Quickly you reached your hand up to feel his hand. It felt so unbelievably real. You kissed his hand over and over. Kissing inside the palm of his hand, holding it tightly with your own. Resting your lips on the center of his hand, you leaned up for a few seconds letting out the loudest cry.

Sebastian pulled you closer in his arms. Your face pressed against his cool chest. Wrapping your arms tightly around him using every bit of strength you had. He did the same, but a little tighter. Like you would be the one to slip away. His neck was bent downward, with his cheek pressed alongside your head. Sniffling, you kept your arms in place lifting your head brushing the bridges of your noses.

You stood up higher on your toes, parting your lips slowly on Sebastian’s. The feeling felt foreign at first. He reacted instantly, which surprised you. Sebastian’s mouth was warm. The caress of his lips were softer and more delicate than you could say. You excitably opened your mouth as you could taste the familiar savor of honey on his tongue. As he kissed you harder, you were reminded of the thrill it made you feel. Which made it even harder to let go.

Sebastian kept his eyes close. His jaw was clenched and he looked as miserable as you felt. Letting him go you placed both of your hands on the side of his face. Rubbing your fingers through the back of his hair. Pressing foreheads together, nothing could describe or takeaway the feeling of being in close proximity of him.

“I need to know (Y/N). I need to know you will be happy again, that you won’t hold back on any of the things you said you would do.” His voiced trailed off, the idea was unimaginable, yet possible.

You nodded your head promising him all those things and more without saying it and you had a feeling he understood. The words I love you were spoken, though neither one of you said a word. It was a kind of bond that was anxious, fearful and electrifying.

“(Y/N).” Sebastian said.

“I can not say goodbye to you twice Sebastian.” Your voice was in a hoarse whisper, pulling yourself closer to him for as long as you could.

“Then don’t.” You weren’t looking at him but you could tell he smiled, but the tone in his voice wasn’t convincing. You dropped your hands from his face and took one last look at the one thing you could ever really call home. You knew deep down that no matter where you were headed pieces of him would follow.

Closing yours eyes forcibly keeping them shut. Exhaling out, you fluttered your eyes open slowly seeing that Sebastian was finally gone. You stood there for a while looking off where he once was, alone in the attic with an empty heart. Letting go of your temporary forever.

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The Shinsenlosers - I

Chapter one: A start with broken things

Okita Sougo threw the green-coloured bills on the table in front of the woman. They were in the Snack Smile cabaret, liked for being one of the rare neutral club where you could have fun without being part of the Yakuzas, and without being led to unfortunate accidents. The Shinsengumi took up after the feudal wolves for their name, their ways could be compared to their precursors: they roamed through the streets of Roponggi and Kabuki districts, and kept them relatively calm from other gangs.

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Lips Are Sealed

Imagine Sam and Dean being overprotective of you, a deaf hunter, when you are more than capable of taking care of yourself.

Author: hogwartsismyhometoo

Requested By: jenn-97

Word Count: 2,663

You always enjoyed the sight of watching a pile of bones go up in flames. It meant a job well done. It meant you’d saved others from possible injury or death, it meant you’d let a spirit rest.

You warmed your hands over the fire, the warmth soothing your ice-cold skin. It was a frigid October night in Pennsylvania, and the sun had set hours ago. You were alone, in the dead of night, at a graveyard, just days before Halloween. But you weren’t scared. Nothing had properly scared you for years.

Just as you were thinking that, someone tapped your shoulder, and you jumped. Your heart pounded as you spun around, shotgun held tight in both of your hands. The two tall men took a few steps back, holding up their hands to show they meant no harm.

Are you okay? You saw the shorter of the two say. They were both big, muscular men, much stronger than you, but they had kind faces.

You nodded in response, lowering your gun. You wished you could open your mouth to say something, but you hadn’t been able to form words your entire life. Not with your lips.

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Positive Vibes

Pairing: Castiel x Reader, Sam, Dean

Warnings: Language, Smut, Unprotected Sex (wrap it before you tap it), Oral (just a bit… female receiving), Grace Kink, Wing Kink, NSFW, NSFW Gifs (just a few), Fluff

Words: 2,440+

AN: This fic was inspired by the picture below, I can’t find who posted it originally but the credit for it goes completely to you. 

I do not take credit for the gifs, I found them online. 

If you want to be removed from the tags or added please let me know! Requests are open!

Also, I want to take a second to thank @leatherandwinchesters for being my Beta on this fic. Your awesome and thank you for helping me out. It means so much to me. 

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anonymous asked:

hi <3 please help me get into hotshot! i've been listening to their songs for a while but i realized i don't know a lot about the members... where do i start? :o

I did something like this before but I didn’t do  a really good job so here we go:-)( sorry this was all I could think of at the time  about each member :s)

Sorry this is really long , but I hope it helpes 

We’ll start with the members first :

  • This ray of sunshine and one of the most precious human beings  is Hoshot’s Leader and Dad Junhyuk(choi Junhyuk) ( and yes he refers to himself as dad
  • He was a former SM trainee 
  • His nickname is Choi Giraffe ( if you see hotshot stand together in pictures , you’ll see why that’s his nickname )
  • He calls  his fans loves and write all his fancafe post by hand ;__; and it’s the cutest thing in the world.
  • He also likes to compose his own songs X , X( he made this song for their 1 year anniversary :’)))))

Next is Hotshot’s mom Timoteo ( kim moonkyu)

  • To get this out of the way he was also an SM trainee and he was one of the original members EXO, but he left because of the stress he got from his parents and didn’t want to  wait anymore.
  • Also he knows a ton of people such as Taemin , Kai, Niel , Sehun , kyuhyun  the list goes on. The other members make  jokes about  when ever they go somewhere to perform Timoteo would already know someone there.
  • He is also Hotshot’s main dancer and sub vocal and rapper
  • he was baptized as Timothy,which is where his stage name comes from
  • he’s also a really good dancer some examples : X,X,X

Next is Hotshot adorable krumper Kid monster

  • He’s Hotshot’s main dancer , lead vocal and since I’m a hotshot ™ a rapper
  • He loves doing his joker impersonation and his throat talent 
  • He was a former YG trainee
  • was a part of a krump dance crew ( i forgot the name of it srry :/)
  • his nickname is Kimon (short for kid monster), which is why you’ll see people tag him as that rather than kid monster

Next is Hotshot’s happy virus Sungwoon

  • If i remember correctly his nickname is Real man , why ,I have no idea
  • He auditioned for JYP ( revently found his auditon video here 
  • Says he can impersonate the Korean version of spongebob and squidward  X 
  • He’s their main vocal and he really does have an amazing voice( X)
  • oh and he also was a feature in Chad No future’s MV (i’m not going to link it , i’m doing you a favor)( i never watched the mv but i already know sungwoon was the only good thing about that MV

Next is Hotshot’s adorable awkward rap San ( yoonsan)

  • Well he is Hotshot’s main rapper and literally spits fire (X) (X) (X)
  • need more proof here’s his soundcloud (X) ( might as well just download his mixtape now )
  • he lived in france for about 7/8 years
  • he can impersonate megatron’s voice
  • honestly if you need to know more about him  just remember that he said one of his supporting moments was when he eats cheese
  • oh and he really like cheese burgers :”) (x)

Last but not least is Hotshot adorable maknae in charge of aegyo and imo hotshot’s 2nd selfie prince Hojung 

  • He’s Hotshot’s Lead vocal
  • Honestly he’s an adorable little dork , i mean come on one of his talents is dancing to my name’s  Just tell me
  • he used to be called K.HO
  • he also lived in Thailand
  • plus also there was that one time he had a rap battle against sungwoon  and got the title king of rap(x)


Finally here are some videos to get to know them a bit better (in case you haven’t seen them already)

Here are  some of their pre-debut stuff here 

Vol.1 / Vol.2 /Vol.3 / Vol.4 / Vol.5 (warning might just steal your soul) 

Then here are some interviews you can watch of them  and their 24 hours video:

Also recently Hotshot debuted in the Chinese market so here was the music battle they did against timez (x)

If you don’t have time to watch the whole thing here are some snippets i’ve linked :

  • Watch Out  Chinese performance (X)
  • Manuel of Youth cover (X)
  • Hotshot Vs Timez relay dance battle (SRSLY WATCH THIS ) (X)
  • Hotshot little apple cover (X)

Then to end it all here are some other videos of them (none of these are subbed , but pls still watch them !!!)

Alright I think this is everything , ENJOY GETTING INTO HOTSHOT :D !!

Give me my drink!-  Mello/Near AU one shot

Alright so this one-shot is basically a barista au, based on the following prompt:

“I’m a barista and you’re the obnoxious customer who comes through and orders a venti macchiato while talking on the phone the whole time so I misspell your name in increasingly creative ways every day AU”

I have absolutely no idea what this is, just that I felt like writing it and so I did. If it sucks, I’m sorry. If you liked it, you’re welcome. Feedback is super appreciated :D

Nate’s idly spinning a top upon the counter when he hears the familiar voice. His eyes fall on the man with blond hair—Mihael, he knows his name is—talking furiously into his phone, as usual. He almost bumps into a woman in front of him. She shoots him a dirty look as she almost drops her drink but Mihael doesn’t even bother acknowledging her. He just continues onwards, towards the counter. Nate scowls.

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anonymous asked:

Ok, so Will cared about Abigail and Abigail cared about Will. WHEN did this happen? They didn't talk that much on screen and I just didn't feel them really connect to the extent that s2 relies on the loss of Abigail. Did Will care for Abigail or the IDEA of her and a family? Was it empathy with Garret Jacob Hobbs? Abigial, too - I know Will saved her life, but they didn't seem to get along well if I'm remembering correctly? She always seemed more comfortable with Hannibal. What did miss?

The show tells straight us that Abigail cares for Will.

“Last thing before casting a line: you name the bait on your hook after somebody you cherished.”

“To say goodbye?”

“If the person you named it after cherished you, as the saying goes, you will catch the fish.”

“And what did you name it?”


He caught the damn fish, therefore under the symbolic logic of the narrative, she must have cherished him.

However, what you’re looking for is evidence specifically from S1 that each cared for the other. I held onto this post for so long because I was certain I had answered it before, but I couldn’t find it in my “Abigail Hobbs” tag.

But I did just find it! (I had a typo in her name, argh.) So here it is, but I’ll quote here the relevant part of the discussion.

Abigail got deeply involved with Will and Hannibal because they simultaneously orphaned her and saved her life: Hannibal through the phone call and the first aid, and Will through shooting her father before he could cut her throat cleanly.

She bonds more closely to Hannibal partly because he makes an effort in a way Will does not because Will has concerns about being inappropriate in a way Hannibal does not, such as when Will elected not to give Abigail the magnifying glass and fly-tying gear. He did not want to dig up memories of her father teaching her how to hunt. But in the same episode, Hannibal serves Abigail sausage and eggs exactly because that was the last meal that her father was making on the day Will shot and killed him. Their shared secrets, the meal and psychedelics, Hannibal’s physical warmth and presence: these were all things that helped Abigail bond to her new captor. “You bond with your captor: you survive. You don’t: you’re breakfast.”

By comparison, Abigail had much more mixed feelings about Will. She’s not comfortable with him the way she is with Hannibal, but she looks to him to help her understand her father and what happened to her. She asks him what it feels like to kill someone, and she trusts and uses his words as her gauge after she herself kills somebody. She asks him what it felt like to be her dad, and looks to him for reassurance about being messed up and having nightmares. We know she’s taken to Will because she wants to emulate him: when Hannibal asks her what she would like to do with her life, she tells him that she would like to become an FBI agent. When Will doesn’t see her for a few weeks, she complains to Freddie that he’s avoiding her. She doesn’t hesitate to go with him to Minnesota to try to catch the copycat, and when there, she steers the conversation so that she can finally unburden herself about being her father’s lure to him in the same way she had unburdened herself to Hannibal. 

If nothing else, this desire to be seen and known by both Hannibal and Will is evidence enough of her attachment to each of them: this is the language of love on Hannibal.

Will frightens her because of his similarities to her dad, his own brand of weirdness, his encephalitis, and the fact that others, particularly Freddie Lounds, are constantly telling her that he’s a killer. He’s “stained” to her because he killed her dad. But she still cares for him, especially after she discovers that it wasn’t he, but Hannibal, who killed Marissa. But she’s in deep at that point, and as she says, she doesn’t know what else to do, so she just does what Hannibal told her.

There’s also this further comment by platoapproved, which objectively discusses some of Abigail’s behavior toward Will that seems to be an obstacle for some of the fandom. I’ve linked this through a reblog because of cristiline’s tags, which I address in this post. (Sorry this is such a clickfest.)

To what extent Will’s feelings for Abigail are genuine is a more complicated subject.

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Welcome to the roundups for our impromptu weekend mini challenge - #HardAtWorkChallenge

Take a break from work to read about your favorite OTP’s and characters at work! Whether getting on with business or getting down to business, there’s something to (business) suit all!

Readers, don’t forget to leave a positive comment of encouragement and adoration!

The roundups will be by OTP to make it easier for you to work your way through from your favourite to your squick - or vice versa if that’s how you’re wired.

As always, MASSIVE THANKS to all the contributors who took the time to write, draw, create and tag correctly! XD

As always: Please check all tags and read responsibly. In no particular order: -


The Right Wrong Package by samui_sakura (sammie_s43073)
Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter & Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Adam Raki // Tags: Crossdressing,
Lingerie, Coffee, Aphrodisiacs, Bottom Hannibal, Top Will Graham, Bottom Will Graham, Top Hannibal, Crack
Summary: "Hold on, Jack. It’s Hannibal.“ Will turned around and made his way to a corner of the lab where he couldn’t be heard. “Hey, I was going to call you about dinner. Do you–”
Will’s forehead creased. “Is there a problem, love? You don’t sound okay.” He could hear his husband’s heavy breathing and Will just worried more. “Do you want me to come over and get you?”
He met no reply.
“I’ll be fine.” The doctor said, then followed, gasping, “I’m… hard at work.”

The Right Wrong Package (aesthetic) by @samui-sakura88
For fic of the same name (see above)

Get You a Man Who Can Do Both by Jhonni
Not Rated // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tags: Hannibal is a Tease, Beverly Katz is the Best, construction site, Hannibal actually owns jeans, Will forgets how to speak
Summary: A day of charity work for Habitat for Humanity turns out to be more interesting than Will expected.

Hannigram office sex anyone? (edit) by @chesapeake-cannibal

All We Need Is A Stream by princesskay
Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tags: Post-Episode: s03e13 The Wrath of the Lamb, Established Relationship, Hand Jobs, Fishing, Coming In Pants
Summary: It’s Will’s job to catch dinner; it’s Hannibal’s job to reward him.

Lure by fragile-teacup (Mrs_Gene_Hunt)
Mature // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tags: Angst
Summary: A 1000 word short fic that takes place during Kō No Mono (Season 2, Episode 11).

Tables & Desks (#HardAtWorkChallenge)  by TigerPrawn
Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter & Galahad/Tristan // Tags:  Post TWOTL, Post-Season/Series 03, Will and Hannibal are exploring their continuing relationship, dreams of Tristhad, Sexual exploration, sexually confident Will, Hannibal is THIRSTY ALL THE TIME, role play, Table Sex, Desk Sex, That’s an interesting way to buff the Round Table
Summary: Another dream about the Sarmation Knights has Will eager to try something that he is sure Hannibal has been fantasising about for quite some time. Sequel to Past and Future Designs but can be read as a standalone one shot.

Tables & Desks (edit) by @desperatelyseekingcannibals
Fot fic of same name (see above)

S4 Will The Dog Walker by @mferret9

Hannibal’s Strip Search by @nim-lock

Under The Desk by @chronicopheliac
Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tags: Jack being an unaware/unwilling voyeur potential dub-con, so give this a pass if that bothers you!
Summary: Will being naughty while hiding under Hannibal’s desk in his office


Slice of Heaven by bluethegreat1
Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tags: POV Alternating, Recreational Drug Use, Surgeon Hannibal, there will be smut eventually, Pizza Delivery Boy Will
Summary: Surgeon Hannibal comes home to find his power out. What will he do for food?? Pizza delivery boy Will to the rescue.

Fast Food (#HardAtWorkChallenge) by TigerPrawn
Mature // M/M //  Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Alpha/Alpha, Alpha Hannibal, Alpha Will, First Fight, because alphas can be assholes, random product placement, (because some of my sin family are obsessed with ABO)
Summary: Will and Hannibal have been together for a month, it’s amazing they haven’t already had a fight given that they can both be complete assholes. So, their inevitable first fight happens…

Fast Food (edit) by @desperatelyseekingcannibals
For fic of the same name (see above)

This Match Made In Blood  by TheSilverQueen
Teen and Up // M/M //  Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tags: Alternate Universe, Personal assistant!Will Graham, Poor Franklyn as a side character to move the plot, Also that random secretary Hannibal may or may not have eaten, Hannibal falls in love faster than Romeo I swear to God
Summary: Hannibal needs a new secretary, because she was very rude. Will needs a new job, because his boss just turned up as the Chesapeake Ripper’s newest kill. It’s a match made in blood.

Power Outage by kelex
General Audiences // M/M //  Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tags: Alternate
Universe, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés
Summary: A power outage forces trauma surgeon Hannibal Lecter to patronize the Bean There Done That coffee shop, and meets the barista of his dreams. Only he doesn’t know it yet.

Surgeon!Hannibal (aesthetic) by Annika

Transmission by HotSauce418
Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tags: Alternate Universe, Will is 20 years old, Will is a mechanic, Hannibal is Hannibal, Age Difference, Daddy Kink, Anal Sex, Anal Plug
Summary: Will jerked in his chair. He had sat in Hannibal’s waiting room for only a moment, but had dozed right off. The late night drives from Wolf trap to Baltimore, then from Baltimore back to Wolf trap early morning, were taxing. It didn’t help how busy the garage had been, he should have stayed to work. Will had decided to leave early, shower and change. He smiled at the man and stood up.

Curator and Archivist (aesthetic) by Annika

Whisked Away by shiphitsthefan
Explicit // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Hannibal is Not a Cannibal, Hannibal is a Nice Guy, Psychic Will Graham, Agoraphobia, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Summary: Alana takes a few more sips before setting the coffee back onto the saucer. “So you believe in psychics? Or, at least, don’t disbelieve in them.”
“I suppose that there could be individuals who do more than read physical tells, make educated guesses, and ask leading questions,” Hannibal says. He raises his cup back to his lips. “Why do you ask?”
Alana laces her fingers together on top of the table. “His name is Will Graham.”

Guys with Jobs by SlasherFiend
Teen and Up // M/M // Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter // Tags: Hannibal is a Cannibal, Manipulative Hannibal
Summary: While at work, Will gets a visit from Dr. Lecter, the humanities professor. They’ve only had small talk before in between classes, so why is Lecter in Will’s office? What does this have to do with the Ripper?

riarkle drabble that I don't want to name

I posted this with the ask request attached to it, but I didn’t let me tag it, so I’m posting it here too.

“Farkle, please repeat what just came out of your mouth, because I don’t think I heard you correctly.”

The man sucks in a breath as he looks at this girl, this girl that he has loved for so long, who’s in a flowing white dress, and a veil, with an engagement ring on her finger that didn’t come from him.

“Don’t get married, Riley.”

Riley crosses her arms, “Why would I do that?”

“Because I love you. And I know that we’re meant to be together,” Farkle steps closer to her.

Riley looks taken aback, but, somehow, pleasantly surprised. Her hands drop to her sides, “Farkle, I-”

“I’ve known since first grade, Riley. And after high school, we went our separate ways after high school, all of us did, but I always hoped, and I thought I knew, we were gonna end up coming back together.”

He reaches to take her hand in his, and she doesn’t pull back.

“But before I could get to you, he did, and he stole your heart, and you stole his. I don’t blame him, you’ve stolen the hearts of everyone you’ve encountered. Including me.”

Riley blushes and smiles softly.

“And I know that I probably sound like a psychopath, and I’m completely stepping over a line right now, but I’m a genius, and I’ve met your fiancé, I’ve seen how he treats you, and I think you’re making a mistake.”

Riley whispers to him,“I thought you loved me and Maya equally, and you could never choose between us.”

Farkle shakes his head, “‘Equally’ doesn’t always mean ‘the same’. Plus, Maya has Lucas. She doesn’t need me in any way besides being good friends.”

“Who told you to come in here and talk to me, Farkle?”

“Maya, Lucas, and Zay. They said I shouldn’t hide my feelings, especially when something like this is about to happen.”

“They’ve never been a fan of him, either, you know.”

Farkle laughs, “Yeah, I figured. Maya looked more upset to be wearing that bright pink bridesmaid dress than I would’ve thought. I knew there had to be something else factoring in there.”

As if she suddenly realizes what she’s doing, Riley shakes her head and steps back from Farkle, “This isn’t right, talking to you about this when I’m about to be on the alter.”

She turns away from him, and he takes another deep breath before speaking. “I’m no expert on feelings, Riley. But I can sure as hell tell when they’re not real.”

She looks at him over her bare shoulder, the result of her dress being strapless, and the pristine dressing room around them grows silent.

“Please, Riley. Give us a chance to make this right. This may be a bold thing to say, but if you’re even considering this right now, then you don’t have as strong of feelings for him as you thought you did. Anyone would be able to see it. And I think you see it, too.”

Riley turns back around, her face reflecting a look of both contemplation and concern. Her hands are clasped in front of her torso, and her fingers are fiddling with each other nervously.

Her deep brown eyes meet his bright blue ones, and he can see that her’s are shining with unshed tears.

Her breath catches in her throat audibly as she opens her mouth to speak, as if she’s in some kind of shock.

“Farkle, I can’t.”

“Can’t what? Come with me? Or get married?”

“I can’t.”

STORY OF SEASONS - Localization Blog #3, GOOOOO!

Howdy, folks!

Here on the Story of Seasons localization team, farming’s been our life for the past several months. We’ve edited our way through mountains of text on cow care, seasonal fruits, beekeeping, market values, and all the little heartfelt moments that make Oak Tree Town come alive. (We’ve also edited about a thousand variations on “I like your sweater” and “My favorite color is red,” as part of the NPCs’ incidental text, but hey, all part of the job.)

Outside of work, farming references have seeped into our collective consciousness, to the point where we’ve spent our breaks swapping jokes and stories about our made-up characters Croptimus Primerib and Maize-a-tron, leader of the evil Decepticorns. Transfarmers: More than reaps the rye!

Anyway, now that we’re done with the translation and editing, what’s left? Mostly QA at this point. With the English text implemented into the game, three or four of us are playing through different sections every day to make sure the text (1) appears correctly, without overrunning the text borders or calling the wrong variable, and (2) fits the context of the scene.

You’d be surprised how often the latter comes up. When you’re editing a game’s script, which usually comes to you as a batch of Excel files (sometimes with a Japanese build of the game handy for reference, but only sometimes) it’s not always easy to tell where in the game a particular line will appear, which other lines will appear around it, or even, at times, what the line is referring to. When you finish that first editing pass, what you’ve got is a revision of a translation of the original writer’s best guess as to how the game would eventually look. So you’re going to have some bugs no matter what, at least at first, and once the QA phase rolls around, that’s when it becomes your job to catch them.

Just yesterday, we logged a bug where Elise told the player, “Ugh, that tasted positively horrendous!” and then immediately added, “That was delicious!” Other times, we’ve seen townspeople say “Good morning” after sundown, or say “Get some sleep” right after dawn, or shout “You there!” to the person who’s been standing right in front of them the whole time.

We’re fixing those as we go, of course. We’re a small team, but we’ll get through the rest of the game’s text in time and make sure everything’s where it needs to be. On a side note, this whole process has made us appreciate all the hard work our predecessors put into the series, with an even smaller team than we have.

Besides all of the above, the QA process is also about preserving each character’s voice, making sure they speak in a consistent manner from scene to scene. That’s doubly important in a non-linear game like this one, where the script files aren’t always in any particular order, and where multiple localizers sometimes have to take turns writing the same character. Bringing out the characters’ voices is the most critical part of a strong localization; ideally, a player should be able to look at any one of a character’s lines, with no portrait or name tag, and know on the spot which character said it. That’s part of how players get to know the characters, part of how they connect and bond with them, and if you can build those bonds as a writer, your players will remember the characters fondly long after they’ve finished playing the game.

Fortunately for us, the developers gave us plenty of great material to work with. Oak Tree Town is full of colorful inhabitants; the flamboyant Dr. Marian, the classy gentleman Klaus, freewheeling country boy Fritz, sweet old Eda, clinical nurse Angela, the bubbly, bumbling weathergirl Lillie, and the brilliant but awkward Licorice, to name just a few. Our job at this point is to make sure each character’s personality pops off the screen in just the way the game’s makers intended. And on that note, I’d better get back to it.

Tractorbots, transfarm and roll out!


I can be your dick.

This idea came to me while I was listening to 2009 pop hits for some reason, and I really wanted to write a one shot because my first fic (x) did really well?? Thank you for over 70 followers already!! And thanks for all the love on that drabble, it means a lot. Requests are open if you have any, I’ll build a masterlist to post the writing I have up and this one + the others I write. ALSOOOO: let me know if you want a part two? or to be tagged in fics? okay. thanks.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Bucky being a douche, cursing, everyone being adorable, sexual innuendos, SMUT (a little bit of Wanda x reader but not like full blown) ((that’s a lie Wanda is a queen so like a lot of Wanda x reader))

Summary: Bucky and Reader don’t get along very well, for whatever reason. Its friendly fire though, they act like friends and give each other very low jabs. What happens during a night of drinking a little too much?

Words: 3220 (oops sorry?)

(this is a hot mess)

Originally posted by bitchevans

“Y/N, this is a terrible idea.” Nat had a valid point, this was the dumbest thing you’d ever done. Was she going to stop you though? No.

“It’s just a little Nair, it’s not going to make him go bald or anyth- oh, wait.” The plan was simple: Put Nair in replacement of Bucky’s shampoo, so after he trains and goes to shower he uses it instead and all of that luscious – no, totally ugly (not in the least bit attractive) hair of his is sabotaged and that was all. The only mistake you made was telling Natasha that plan. Well, maybe not the only mistake.

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A look at the upside-down world of Tumblr racism

In this post I would like to discuss a special type of racism that exists in certain corners of Tumblr. Tumblr is, for the most part, a vocally anti-racist site… compared to say something like Yahoo comments. However, within the context of the discussion of social justice, some users have developed a new approach to continuing racism with an anti-racist veneer.

I should make clear that I’m not talking about “reverse racism” or any other specious argument that seeks to undercut the legitimacy of the anti-racist movement. Instead, what I would like to focus on is a continuation of “the old racism” but with a slightly different spin – in which white saviors/teachers silence the voices of people of color so that white people can advocate their own preferences but with the borrowed authority of the groups they claim to represent.

Let me go straight to the example that caused me to think about this…

Today some World of Warcraft players were talking about the desirability of having access to “darker skintones” for Blood Elves. One poster, lobstmourne, argued that it was a question of representation for people of color.

but even if that’s true ALL your reasons against dark skinned elves ever happening are fucking trash.  

BRAEKIN TEH CANON!!1!   NO WHERE does it say blood elves MUST be light skinned or CANNOT be dark skinned, find me the Official Blizzard source that says otherwise I dare you.

Even if there was a magical law somewhere?  Guess what, you can break imaginary rules in an imaginary fantasy universe.  Blizzard retcons characters and changes lore ALL THE FUCKING TIME and you’re telling me dark skinned options on elves would be “too different” like seriously shut the fuck up.


People like you are part of the problem.  

Next time you try to shit on an attempt to improve representation and inclusion, eat it. Just eat it. Eat your own shit.

At this point another WoW player, regalswag, offered a firm but civil rebuttal saying that he, as a black man, did not feel that including darker skin tones would offer meaningful representation for him as his racial identity and experience cannot be essentialized as skin color options. (I won’t excerpt it because it is worth reading in full).

This posed a problem for lobstmourne and his friends because, up until that point, they were able to dismiss dissenting opinions as racist. Now, lobstmourne and others claiming to advocate for PoC could have listened to the concerns of one of the members of the community that they were discussing to understand that no community is monolithic and that sometimes the things that outsiders see as priorities are not the things that members of the group see as priorities.

Instead, we slide into the world of Tumblr racism – used by white folks to marginalize other folks but in the name of anti-racism and inclusion.

Lobstmourne’s first move was to imply that regalswag was blinded by “internalized racism”:

It’s incredibly important that the real people who are affected by everyday racism have the loudest voice when speaking against it.  

As someone who does not experience racism, I do not want to take center stage away from someone who does have those experiences and can speak from them.  

At the same time, internalized racism is absolutely a thing and it’s both a cause and a symptom of the way media (among other things) influences our opinions and aesthetics.  All races can internalize racism against other races and even against themselves without realizing it.  

Internalized racism is incredibly pervasive but also subtle, subtle as thinking a billion dollar game company shouldn’t have to include more skincolor options because “only a few people will roll that option, why does it matter??”

So, when a black person (regalswag) disagrees with a white person whose only experience of racism has been the perpetration of it (lobstmourne) on the subject of how best to represent black people in video games, then it is the black person who must be wrong.

Next, lobstmourne blocked regalswag from his Tumblr – which is his right – but also had the side-effect of making all of regalswag’s replies to the discussion invisible – literally erasing the counter position offered by a person of color and the only black person (up to that point) to have replied to the thread.

When this was pointed out, lobstmourne defended himself by saying:

I actually blocked you because of all the shitty snarky comments you kept making on otherwise positive posts from people being excited about darker possibilities for blood elves and about including more skin options in general, and I did so long before you made that big response.

I understand your animosity towards me and I don’t blame you, I do not have the experience with everyday racism that you do. I do not want to invalidate your experiences because they do matter.  Your opinion does matter.

In addition to the obvious tone-policing, this excuse exposes a double standard as lobstmourne himself and his friends were not held to the same strictures. As previously quoted, lobstmourne had no trouble telling people to “eat shit” and immediately after regalswag’s rebuttal he had posted:

“Also, to clarify, I think you are a great artist as are many of the people that have taken up this [cause], but I guess I don’t see why you’re wasting your time doing this when you could be effective more substantive changes on more important things.  If this really means something to you, please don’t let it become a meme.”

I’m not going to directly link the racist pissbaby who sent this, but let me say this:

There are few things more important to me than representation and inclusion of POC in popular media.  Media influences literally every aspect of our lives and the lack of representation perpetuates the popular, internalized, grossly unchallenged notion that white is the default and all other colors and cultures are abnormal, that darker skin isn’t “pretty,”  that other races aren’t intelligent or interesting enough to be the hero.

I am one person, I cannot change the world alone, but I will do what I can to make something I enjoy (WoW) more diverse and inclusive.   True there is no africa, no america, no india, no china, no pacific islands, etc. in Azeroth, but that does not mean darker skinned characters cannot or should not exist. 

Why are people so content with a mostly-white Azeroth?  Because mostly-white is what they’re comfortable with, because that’s all they see in media.  Exclusion should not be comfortable and should not be tolerated.

Darker skinned people need to be more visible in our media including our imaginary fantasy worlds.  

If you don’t think that isn’t hugely important, keep your pure white dreams to yourself please.

Keep your pure white dreams to yourself, or at least off lobstmourne’s pure white Tumblr. The lesson here is that disagreeing with a privileged white male about how to better achieve equal representation means that you are a “racist pissbaby”… albeit an internalized racist pissbaby.

Lobstmourne’s friends were also quick to attack the character of regalswag and – for the sake of thoroughness – his girlfriend.

see I thought I remembered correctly about regalswag being shit


Regalswag and perfectperfidy are some of the shittiest members of tumblr. They attacked Dogslug for making a dark skinned blood elf about a year ago, or close to.

For reference here is dogslug’s art that regalswag had suggested looked like a case of fetishizing “blackness,” a concern echoed in the recent discussion.

Art by Tagged #you just jelly.

So, regalswag’s concerns are already part of an existing multi-fandom dialogue about the appropriateness of rendering multifaceted identities down to fetishes or turning sexual identity into a “kink” and allowing members of the privileged class to transgress by co-opting the “subversive other.”

Art of this “Blood Elf as ‘sassy black woman’” type reinforces the potential danger for a virtual “black face” should white consumers who see blackness as an aesthetic and not an identity be encouraged to make black avatars.

What we see is a recycling of racist tropes presented as inclusion or representation, but, in actuality, it is just a doubling-down on the existing racial narrative.

In the words of lobstmourne:

Being POC doesn’t magically absolve you from internalizing racism or perpetuating default white standards.  Happens with the way media influences people.

If they are POC irl then I will not question their struggles, but a lot of the commentary I’ve seen from them on the topic of darker skinned characters and options being included in WoW has been gross and negative.  

White people see characters that look like themselves all the time, white humans and elves and dwarves for miles in all directions.  With how few darker options there are (for some races 0), I have a hard time understanding the resistance to seeing skin options that more closely reflect other people.

White people see characters that look like themselves all the time, and now they also wish to get a chance to act for the “exotic” other – to recreate PoC as they believe them to be based on racial stereotypes and coded prejudices.

When I opened up this discussion in the thread, I received a response that, for me, encapsulates this dynamic (from waterbendingotter):

Except Regalswag and any of his friends are not GOOD members of their supposed community and NOT people to go to to ask for what good representation is. For gods sake, he tried to say that a race in WoW was racist for simply existing and speaking a certain way that, in reality, has zero ties to any of it.

If we peel away the immediate “no true Scotsman” and the misrepresentation of regalswag’s position, beneath it we see the old racist trope of the “good minority member” and “the bad minority member” – the “bad” being she or he who disagrees vocally or strongly. The good minority would listen when their white teachers tell them how to solve the lack of representation of people of color. And I suppose we white folks have a special edge in that regard, having ourselves created this system of lopsided mis/representation.

At the beginning of this long post, I said that this was really the same old racism dressed up as anti-racism or social justice. I make that claim because what we are seeing still privileges the white voice over those of the PoC that are said to be the subject of this advocacy. Also, the prime benefit here is not so much representation as it is giving white players access to, what for them, is an aesthetic option while reducing racial and cultural identities to a single superficial feature – which would only produce, in this context, dark-skinned avatars with stereotypically white features.

What I find most troubling is the way, exhibited here, that certain corners of Tumblr have found a way to co-opt the energy of anti-racism and to use it to reinforce the existing structures of racism by continuing to divide those locked out of the system into “good” and “bad” minorities using “internalized racism” as a rationalization for why white folks still know better. Representation cannot happen until people of color are allowed to represent themselves instead of having their message channeled through “advocates” who only represent their own interests.