more HP reread things: the shit you all knew was coming
the very first instance of Harry looking over at the Slytherin table to have a shufty of Draco Malfoy happens after the sorting, i.e. their VERY FIRST night of school. I cannot BELIEVE this. Harry looks over at the Bloody Baron and is like, “he’s sitting next to Malfoy! and Malfoy’s not happy about it! hahaha!!!” that’s the beginning of a puberty-long rabid obsession right there and I’m getting exceedingly misty.
it may also interest some of you to know that Harry then goes upstairs to Gryffindor Tower, goes to bed AND PROMPTLY STARTS DREAMING ABOUT MALFOY. they’ve only officially known each other for like four hours and Harry’s already having uncomfortable dreams about getting his head stuck in something and Malfoy laughing at him. this is day fucking one.
the first words out of Harry’s mouth when it’s announced that Gryffindor and Slytherin have flying lessons together are “typical. just what I always wanted. to make a fool of myself on a broomstick in front of Malfoy.” WHY is that your FIRST THOUGHT when you find out you’re gonna be FLYING A BROOMSTICK? I’ll give you one clue.
“Harry hadn’t had a single letter since Hagrid’s note, something that Malfoy had been quick to notice, of course.” of course? of course??? it’s normal that this 11-year-old boy has nothing better to do at breakfast than stare across the great hall at someone he hates??? “Draco, can you pass the marmalade?” “silence, Goyle, Potter is cracking his boiled egg!”
Harry goes to meet Draco for a midnight wizard’s duel wearing his pyjamas and a dressing gown. Draco grasses Harry up rather than actually going, but can we all please take a moment to picture his face if he’d been there to witness Harry Potter turning up to this epic death match in tartan terrycloth? thanks for your time.
Honestly, one of my major pet peeves is when the secular Yiddish revival movement pretends it’s single-handedly resurrecting a dead language or something, ignoring the fact that there are hundreds of thousands of native Yiddish speakers and that number is growing rapidly every day. And that continuity was never broken; for Chassidim, Yiddish never died.
Like I literally just saw a post saying there were only a “handful” of Yiddish speakers, and about how awesome it was that some secular Yiddish revivalists had created a Hebrew-English dictionary with modern words like “email,” as if there aren’t probably at least a hundred thousand people who are bilingual in Yiddish and English and use both in their daily lives, and certainly talk about emails.
So what’s the deal? Do secular Yiddish revivalists see Chassidim as too religious or “backwards” to count? I certainly hope not, but it sure seems that way.
And look, I get it. For most American Jews, there *was* a break in continuity regarding Yiddish. And the secular Yiddish culture of Eastern Europe *was* violently destroyed. You have every right to reclaim what was taken from you and it is a radical act to do so, but please stop pretending that Yiddish is not already a thriving living language.
Being in a relationship with Jason Todd - headcanons
He randomly shows up outside your school/work to come pick you up on a motorcycle (drawing A LOT of attention to himself just by being there)
Utterly unimpressed by any and every attempt other women make to hit on him, tends to just zone out and look at you instead until the other woman gets the message
Not that jealous when other guys try to hit on you, once you’re actually dating. “ He tried to flirt with me.” “Well good luck to him never gonna work. He doesn’t know who he’s going up against. You’re dating me babe.”
Does feel jealous and concerned when he believes someone you see on a daily basis is hitting on you, fear of replacement rearing its ugly head again.
If anyone dares to threaten you they’re as good as dead.
Sneaking out of parties for make-out sessions and sex , especially out of Bruce’s parties
Coming home and finding out he’s gaming or talking to one of his brothers, if gaming he asks you to join.
He’s actually a pretty decent cook although only with spicy food.
Tries to distract you from your work when he’s bored, usually by whispering dirty things in your ear or kissing any part of bare skin he can find.
Coming home to you at night, sometimes bruised up. “ Shoulda seen the other guy.”
Wild/rough sex, willing to try right about anything you wanna give a go at least once
Tendency to pull you close to him from behind and kiss you in the neck.
Books can be found anywhere, at the most random places, sometimes even on his face or chest when he fell asleep reading one.
Talks in his sleep, not all the time but a couple of words sometimes when he’s really exhausted.
BTS Reaction to you asking them to help you get dressed.
Request: y/n asking her boyfriend to help them get dressed because they broke their hand.
A/N: so here is it, finally, nana posted your request. You didn’t really ask for a reaction but i thought this would work better than a scenario. Im really sorry for taking so long to post this but i hope you enjoy it.
SEOKJIN Jin, the biggest gentleman in this universe would help you with everything, and when I say everything I mean everything. Do you need to pee? He will be there holding the toilet paper so when one day he moves closer to you and helps you get dressed you’re not even surprised. He would be extra careful, he would even pick the clothes. He would make sure you were comfortable with what he picked and would ask you 99 times if you were uncomfortable with him helping you get dressed. Once he made sure you were okay with it, he would make sure your hand was in a safe place and would probably peck your lips once he was done but don’t let his cuteness charm you, he would tell you to be more careful every two seconds. Mama Jin has the power.
YOONGI He would groan as soon as you asked him because “yeah, you are my girlfriend but that doesn’t give you the right to interrupt my nap time. You know this a reason for a divorce, so don’t do it when we get married” He would keep complaining to avoid talking about his confession but he would help you with a smile on his face because “even tho you’re a pain in the ass and clumsy as hell you make me happy”
HOSEOK This sunshine would take care of you, just like Jin. He would be a little bit uncomfortable when you asked him for help but then he would think about how hard it must have been for you to ask you so he would try his best to help you and make you smile, and well if between changes he steals kisses who cares, he deserves it for being an amazing boyfriend.
NAMJOON His face would light up when you asked him to help you get dressed. He would drop everything and follow you to your room. In your room, he would look at you with a warm smile on his lips, he would definitely make fun of you being clumsy but would trip over himself while walking closer to you. Once you pulled all the clothes out he would be the first one to make a move to help you. Namjoon, being the guy he is, would kiss your chest or neck every time he finished one of the buttons. Let’s be blunt here yeah? He will help you dressed but he will undress you in two seconds, you get me?
JIMIN Oh, this mochi, you don’t even have to ask him for help, he offers it himself. “Do you want me to help you get ready?” He would smile looking at you. “You mean help me get dressed?” You would look at him amused. “Yes” He would be quick to realize what he said and would try to backtrack “I mean, it will be faster?” He would look at you and become shy “I mean, only if you want” He would get tongue tied and you would start giggling because it’s fucking adorable. “Actually yeah, that would be faster so please” You would raise your arms, waiting for him to get closer and take off your shirt.
TAEHYUNG He would be like Jimin but he wouldn’t ask you because excuse me, your boyfriend has to take care of you duh. He would do everything for you. If he spoiled you on daily basis imagine now with a broken arm. He would wake up with you, get your clothes ready and tap your arms to indicate that you had to raise them. He wouldn’t say anything about it since it would be a normal thing for him. He would probably grab your arm and kiss the drawing of the two of you that he did the first day when you were in pain.
JUNGKOOK This little boy here would be shy. He would accept your request because he wants to make things easier for you but that doesn’t mean he is comfortable with it (he is not uncomfortable either, just shy) He would be helping you but making things worse since he would try to look at you the less amount of time possible. When he kicked your good arm you groaned “Come on Jungkook, you already saw me naked a few time, get over it” He would smile at you sheepishly and go back to help you, this time looking straight into your eyes.
- 6 Dorks - talented af - underrated af - they are all visuals - Deepest music videos - Derpest interviews - Great fandom, and with great I mean, being there for each other, laughing and crying together, sharing memes and photos of the members best hair styles, discussing moral topics, helping through hard times, accepting everyone no matther what religion, origin, sexuality or bias - lack of “on crack” videos - greatest leader of all time - Zelo will forever be a baby altough he is tall af - 3 shy and quiet members and 3 loud, chaotic and 24/7 screaming members so there is a perfect balance - Jongups progress - half of the members have abs so no need to suffer - Hiatus will forever be a topic - Him Chan will forever be a diva princess - Daehyuns solos are lit af - Youngjae has an incredibly great voice - ‘Wake me up’ is the first time Him Chan actually got lines - Acting on point - You can’t chose a bias, and If you think you did, you get bias wrecked in like 0,00362 seconds - No worries, you will get used to them getting shot regularly - Getting eng sub on a vlive takes ages
- No one supports b.a.p as much as b.a.p does - B.a.p and babyz are cheering for each other on a daily basis
Just watched Gaga Five Foot Two and it made such an impression on me. I knew that it was going to be personal, but wow… It was so strange to see her like this. I thought I kind of knew her, through her music and following her carreer for so many years, but seeing her actual daily life was so different. It made me sad to see that she goes through so much pain on a daily basis. But also so proud that she keeps going, ‘cause she’s doing what she loves most. Making music for her fans.
She’s one of the world’s most famous people and you assume that that means that her life is perfect and that she is happy, ‘cause why wouldn’t she be? It was eye opening seeing a woman of her status go through her daily life, dealing with so many struggles and still marching on.
It was inspirational, sad and funny. I feel like I’ve learned so much about her as a person and I’m so grateful that she’s willing to share this side of herself with the world.
I hope that she’s taking all the time that she needs to heal before going back on tour. I wish that I could tell her that she isn’t dissapointing her fans and that al we want is for her to feel better. I’m even more excited to experience her live again when she’s ready for it. What a woman. I’m proud to call myself a Gaga fan and I’m excited to spend the rest of my life supporting her and her carreer, if that means that I can pay her back even a little bit of the love and comfort that she provided for me through her music throughout the years. Wow.
So I’m about to lose my frikkin mind with animating and drawing in my style which means meME TIME!!
Some people have noticed that I have this knack at style adaptation but this time I really wanted to put myself to the test with some great spn art styles!!
Each person here has granted me permission to draw in their style for the meme and oh my god I had a ton of fun!!!!!!
first box is mine and i hate my own style with a burning, fiery passion rn ngl it is so difficult even for me (which is why i slapped a drawing i had on hand lol)
@kamicom oh my goddd i swear ur artwork is exactly everything that i love smashed into one i’m such a sucker for cute girly pastel shoujo stuff i have no idea why my actual style is the exact opposite…!
@vinnie-cha holy shit your style made me use a SAI brush I never knew eXISTED LMAO??? This was fun bc this forced me to do some airbrush and flow brush techniques for oNCE. I think I also spent the longest time on yours homg.
@sketchydean DOING UR STYLE OF LINE ART WAS SO THERAPEUTIC YOU HAVE NO IDEA. Also it’s taken me this long to realize you shade with about 3+ colors how u do dat on a daily basis.
@consulting-mutt Your style had me think a lot it was very educational on how to nail everything down perfectly like you do ;q;
@diminuel hhhHHHH I LOVE YOUR STYLE SO MUCH???? Adapting it has been on my bucket list since forever I wish my style was like yours oh my god ;w;
@jennilah I FEEL LIKE UR STYLE IS FORCING ME TO USE RAD SUPPLIES LIKE BRUSH PENS AND SPRAY PAINT CANS idk every time I see it’s i call it the “fuq da police” style and I think that’s beautiful.
Thanks again to everyone who allowed me to do this meme I am forever grateful \o/
i still have doubts about whether will is actually in love with hannibal ;(
Well nonny you have come to the right place. Because I have no such doubts. I am overwhelmed on a daily basis by just how much Will Graham loves Hannibal Lecter. It’s late and I’m exhausted and I really should be doing this during daylight hours, so please excuse the rambling and caps lock and incoherence. Also, I’m putting most of this below a cut because I have no chill and it’s way too long and gif-heavy for me to inflict upon unsuspecting dashes.
Anyway, come with me nonny on a magical journey back to mid-season 2. Will is all fresh outta prison with his sassy brows and slick new haircut and he is just dead set on Reckoning. He is going to catch that mother fucker and it is going to be GLORIOUS.
There’s only one problem
Will can’t actually bring himself to hate Hannibal.
Those were the things I heard on a daily basis. Maybe I should’ve guessed this could happen when I started seeing the Joker. It was a few months ago when he robbed the jewelry shop I worked in. I had been terrified but for some reason I didn’t call the cops. He took me with him and I actually enjoyed it.
We got along and I completely let go of my life to be his henchgirl. I fell for the Joker but lately I started feel lonely. He never had time for me and I spent so much time alone in the penthouse, watching tv or reading a book.
It got to the point I started regretting everything.
My bag had the most important things in it and some cash. I was holding back tears as I stared at my belongings. It ached my heart but I was convinced that J wouldn’t even notice I was gone. I zipped up the bag and walked out of our bedroom. I put on my shoes, a trenchcoat and a hat so I wouldn’t be so recognizable. Before I left, I decided to try it one more time.
I took a deep breath and walked up to his office. I knocked on the door and opened it a little bit. ‘’What is it now?’’ He sighed and kept his eyes on the desk. ‘’I was just wondering..if..you’d like to do something today’’ I asked him and tried to smile. ‘’It’s a sweet thought doll but I’m busy’’ He answered with another sigh. I gulped because I almost sobbed. I truly thought he could get up from that chair but no.
‘‘Okay’‘ I mumbled, shut the door and walked off. I grabbed my bag and then left the penthouse with an aching heart.
A few hours passed as I just walked around. I had nowhere to go and I knew I should look for apartments, but I wasn’t in the mood. I just walked. As the day grew dark, I sat down in an alley on top of a dumpster. It was better than sitting on the ground. Then I leaned against the wall and looked up. The stars tried to shine through the clouds but they were barely visible.
Then I chuckled as I wondered if J had even noticed. I left a letter on the bed so he wouldn’t worry that someone found his damn hideout. Still, it hurt. I had fallen in love with him and I was just a toy for him. At least it felt like it.
All the things I had done. I had been by his side while he killed people. It didn’t make me sad but I could go to Arkham just because of that. Maybe I should? Maybe I deserved to serve my time?
‘‘No’‘ I muttered to myself and jumped onto my feet. I would not go to that looney bin no matter what. I started heading towards the nearest hotel where I could spend the night.
As I got inside the hotel, I headed to reception. ‘’I’d like a room for one’’ I muttered and put cash on the desk. The lady stared at my money and then at me, wide eyed. ‘’A-Are you..Y/N?’’ She stuttered, almost trembling. Her hand travelled underneath the desk and she pressed a button. ‘’Yes but I’m not like that anymore’’ I defended myself.
Just then someone grabbed my arm. I turned around and saw a security guard. ‘’Hey! Let go of me!’’ I yelled and tried to tug myself free. I hadn’t done anything! The guard tried to put handcuffs around me and that’s when my anger took the best of me. I kicked his thigh and then his grip on me loosened. I punched his jaw and watched as the guard fell onto his back. Without second doubts, I ran straight out of the hotel.
‘‘Fucking hell’‘ I groaned as I tried to find a hiding place. It was so unfair. I ran and ran until I saw ladders. ‘‘Perfect’‘ I smiled and started climbing on top of a building. As I reached the top, I sat down. My heart was pumping hard and I was feeling the adrenaline in my body. Although I was angry, I kinda liked it. Although I must say that I’d like to sleep in a nice bed even more.
‘‘Not so fast, Y/N’‘ A deep voice broke the silence.I clenched my jaw as I looked up to see Batman. Of course, the damn Bat would come for me! ‘‘Fuck off you big flying idiot!’‘ I screeched and stood up. ‘‘I haven’t done anything! Let me be’‘ I hissed, ready to fight that man. ‘‘You attacked a guard’‘ Batman said, making my blood boil. He tried to come closer so he could get me but I wouldn’t allow it. I stepped back. Suddenly he stopped but I kept backing off.
‘‘I didn’t do anything, Bats. The guard came without a-’‘ I defended myself but suddenly I didn’t feel a surface beneath me. I fell back and then screamed. I was falling to the fucking ground! It all happened so fast that I couldn’t process my fear.
But before I got smashed like an egg, someone grabbed me. I held onto whoever had me. The person got us down safely and that’s when tears started to roll down my face. ‘’You gotta be careful, darling’’ A raspy voice said, making me gasp. I looked at my saviour and saw the Joker. ‘’How did you-why..’’ I tried to speak but I was trembling like mad. All these thoughts were running around my head.
Then I saw Batman trying to get Joker. ‘’Watch out, Puddin!’’ I hissed and he ducked just in time. I grabbed Joker’s gun that he always had with him and then pointed at Batman. ‘’You’’ I growled madly, allowing my anger to control me. Joker smiled as he watched the situation.
‘‘Put it down’‘ Batman warned me seriously. I just flashed him a smile and loaded the gun. ‘‘You got about three seconds before I blow your brains out’‘ I let him know. Batman tried to hit the gun out of my head, but I pulled the trigger and it barely touched him, but it was enough make a hole in his cape.
Joker’s henchmen surrounded Batman and that’s when I stepped back. ‘’Let’s go’’ Joker said and took his gun away from me. I glanced at Batman one more time until we left. It wasn’t until we sat in his car that I realised what had happened. I left him and he came for me, saving my life and now I was in his car..
‘‘I didn’t enjoy your letter baby’‘ Joker broke the silence as we drove. Guilt punched my guts. ‘‘I’m sorry’‘ I whispered, looking out of the window. ‘‘No, I’m sorry’‘ He said which honestly surprised me. I almost gasped at his words. The Joker never said that. Never ever in a million years would I have believed to hear that.
‘‘You know doll..I don’t really do this too often. Actually, I don’t remember ever feeling like this’‘ He started to say weird things. I kept my eyes on him as I waited for him to continue. ‘‘I..I love you okay? I thought I lost you and it made me mad’‘ He admitted quietly, almost like he wasn’t sure how to say it. My heart fluttered in my chest and I swear I almost started crying.
Joker held onto the steering wheel tightly and he looked angrily on the road. We were quiet for a while. I was overwhelmed by everything but mostly because he said that. ‘’I love you too’’ I let him know and smiled. Then I leaned against the car seat happily.
He loved me!
@delicrieux (I wrote this in a hurry so I’m sorry if it sucks haha)
check please characters as stuff my theatre friend has said/done
"I have a theory I'm actually short people just tell me I'm tall" -him after me complaining about him being a foot taller than me
accidentally sent me a danny devito meme in the middle of sending me dogs to cheer me up
told me my name was groovy when I came out as nb to him
I was intimidated by him for most of the shows until i saw him silently take someone's phone to search teacup pigs and pomerainians to share the cuteness. i've sent him one (1) cute animal every morning since.
told me the only things he's living for are brownies, his best friend, knowledge, and communism. in that order.
laid on the floor next to his best friend and when i asked what they were doing, reached for his friends belt buckle and made to undo it
was on a mutual friend's snapchat story in one video reciting the actual cannibal shia laboef video and the next video explaining neo-liberalism
is referred to by aforementioned friend as "the ray of sunshine in this dark, dark world" because he's a sweetheart
told me the only thing that actually exists is math and that he had to write a paper on it, then proceeded to tell me his deep hatred for math despite being very good at it
has existential crises on a daily basis. sometimes over text with me.
"If I had emotions I'd be the same way" -his response to me saying I'm softer than talc
freaked out when i sent him a bootleg of heathers with the original cast
"Ok what if corn are alive and can communicate and we just smash them and combine them with chemicals and eat them" -a direct quote, after autocorrect turned spirits into doritos
1. i used to drown myself in vodka every night to stop the ringing in my ears and the aching in my chest. since you came around, i haven’t needed a drink to forget i wasn’t okay.
2. when i was little my biggest fear was getting the flu because i hated throwing up, but now i do it on a daily basis and i’m not scared anymore. since you came around, i haven’t really felt like hurting myself in that way because i’ve never felt more beautiful.
3. i’ve always hated my laugh and my smile. since you came around, i smile even when i don’t notice. you tell me my smile is beautiful and that you love my laugh, and this is the first time in years i’ve actually started to believe it.
There are some specific issues with a late diagnosis which are rarely talked about. The most noticeable one for me is how the environment fails to adjust to a late diagnosis.
I was diagnosed a few months prior to my eighteenth birthday. Which is actually not even that late.
However, many of the people who surround me seem to think that my diagnosis was “too late to take it serious”, in a way.
Whenever I ask for things that I didn’t ask before, I’m not only met with reluctance but with resistance. It’s always the same - people say “well, this hasn’t been an issue prior to your diagnosis, so I don’t understand why it is now”. What they don’t understand is that I’ve always been struggling but only since my diagnosis, I know that my struggles are real and valid and that I’m allowed to ask for accommodations or changes that make my life easier. And when I explain this to them, they always tell me off. They tell me that I’m lying even though I’m known for my honesty (which is actually a huge indicator for me being autistic, but somehow they’d rather turn the facts and see me as a liar than admit that I have always been autistic and even noticeably so. They don’t want to acknowledge it because they don’t want to admit that they don’t know a thing about autism. Like, some of my friends literally said that autism to them means “a person has issues to talk with others”, which they don’t see in me which is why they deny that I’m autistic and even refuse to look into the resources about autism that I send to them).
Before I got diagnosed, I was treated badly every time I spoke about my needs because people saw me as “overreacting”, “overly sensitive” and “overdramatic”. I’ve been bullied for YEARS because of these things, because to them, I was being “a sissy”. And after almost two years as a diagnosed autistic, I can say that many people STILL perceive everything I self-advocate for in this mindset. That people STILL see my behavior as overreacting instead of keeping in mind that I am autistic and yes, for me it is as bad as I’m saying it is. That yes, I really get overly anxious around people (which leads to me rambling instead of not saying anything, which again doesn’t match many people’s view on autism) and that certain noises, lights and textures feel like someone is sticking needles inside my ears, eyes, brain and body.
For myself, I was able to make a lot out of my diagnosis. I gained a lot of self-esteem, unlearned internalized ableism in big parts and found new ways of coping. I also have a better sense for my needs now, because even though most people who surround me still don’t take them serious, at least I do now. Many people mistake this again as “playing pretend”, because how can I only know now what I need? What they don’t want to understand is that as an autistic person, you have to pay much more attention to yourself in order to know what you need because living in itself is overwhelming and taking up a lot of space in our brains. (Heck, I don’t even realize when I’m thirsty 99% of the time… I can go three days without drinking and I don’t feel like my body is missing anything until I black out. Same goes for food. I need to pay conscious attention to how much I’m drinking and eating because I don’t even have this connection to my body that allistic people have.)
But it’s so tiring to not be acknowledged as an autistic person because my parents failed to send me to the right specialist when I was younger. Because they send me to an AD(H)D specialist and failed to send me to another after the results came out negative because they perceived me as a child who is “weird because they are gifted”. Who speaks like a grown up because they’re smart, who plays alone even if they have friends around because they have too creative daydreams and so on.
It’s tiring to always fight so that people treat me right because they are dismissive about my needs because they don’t even UNDERSTAND that I have them because I’m perceived as “too allistic” due to my late diagnosis.
As a late diagnosed autistic, I feel like I get automatically treated as some kind of “Watered Down Autistic™”, who just got the label “autism” slapped on themselves in order to have an excuse for all their quirks and “character flaws”. I feel like people view late diagnosed autistic people as “even less autistic than high-functioning autistic people” which is why they inflict further abuse on us and never consider us as autistic.
But what gets me most about this is how they don’t even realize what they do. That they’d rather keep on pretending that I’m not autistic no matter how much I speak up and tell them that it actively harms me and our relationship because it’s easier and more convenient for them to just dismiss my disability and demand from me to be like them. Because apparently, they hate disabled and autistic people too much to actually accept that one of their friends/family members is one of them. Keep in mind that these people I’m talking about are my friends and family. They are the people closest to me, the people who claim to like me and have my best interest in mind… And to think that even people who interpret their relationship to me like this abuse me on a daily basis without even noticing or caring about it says a lot about ableism. And it also says a lot about how people who don’t like me or are close to me would treat me if they knew I was autistic.
DNA WEEK: day 6 - hero
└favorite character ⇒ miyuki kazuya
“a battery consists of both the pitcher and the catcher. it doesn’t matter who’s older. if it means making the pitcher shine, i’ll do whatever
it takes. i’ll lie if i have to and make myself hated if i have to.”
-probably while walking through the park, or in a flower garden; anywhere you can hear your own thoughts
-you were just chilling and had nothing better to do but admire the scenery of mid-autumn
-and like from a movie, yoongi emerges from the falling leaves
-you stare at him
-and he stares back
-the two of you stare at each other
-and stare at each other
-and stare at each other
-nobody actually goes there except for you two weirdos
-to break the tension you give an awkward half-wave and he just nods back
-basically the two of you just go your separate ways and ignore one another
-BUT BOTH OF YOU ALWAYS COME TO THE PARK AROUND THE SAME TIME TO RELAX AND RELIEVE STRESS
-so it’s becoming an usual routine on bumping purposely into the cute boy who always had on red headphones
-and you develop a small crush on him ever since you caught him humming to can’t stop by cnblue they’re your favorite kpop band and fanboys are so FRICKIN rare in the fandom
-he has an excellent music taste marry him
-but whenever you try to initiate a conversation between the two of you about cnblue’s music you chicken out and he just brushes past you
-one day he doesn’t show up at the park
-”maybe he just didn’t want to come today” you don’t give it much thought
-the following day he doesn’t show up either
“Something probably came up”
-and the next day after that
-yoongi’s been missing for a week
-YOU GET SO CONCERNED ABOUT HIM YOU LITERALLY WAIT IN FRONT OF THE PARK HOPING YOU COULD SEE A GLIMPSE OF HIS SHADOW SOMEWHERE
-he still doesn’t show up for a great deal of time
-so you’re roaming around the area by yourself everyday (with the occasional creepy old man that does morning walks) and you regret never catching his name nor his phone number because what a cutie you’ll never get that chance again
-you guys meet again three months later coincidentally on the street
-and you’re staring at the black-haired boy in S H O C K
-god has given you a second chance to prove yourself
-growing increasingly bold, you step up and look him straight in the eye, sticking out your hand
-”hey, i’m y/n… that girl from the park you used to go to??”
-”oh hi, yes, from the park? i’m yoongi. Min yoongi. Nice to meet you”
-YOU KNOW HIS NAME WHAT AN ACCOMPLISHMENT ASDFGHJKL;
-unfortunately, you couldn’t even look at him properly to speak since the two of you were shoved around by the crowd from blocking the sidewalk
-yoongi, unfazed by the pushing, tucks his hands into his hoodie pocket
- ”we shouldn’t stand here; there’s people trying to pass by. Do you have something to tell me?”
-and YOU JUMP AT THIS OPPORTUNITY BECAUSE WHEN THE HELL DID YOU GET SO LUCKY
-”y-yes i do! Would you care for an americano?”
-it’s three in the afternoon who drinks americano at late noon honestly
-but surprisingly he agrees??
-what a weirdo
-the waiter sets down your drinks at the cafe; the aroma of coffee is the BEST
-lost in each other’s words, you guys chat about music, music, and more music
-HE’S ONE OF CNBLUE’S TOP FANS husband material right there
-Yoongi tells you that he’s part of a boy band, called BTS, though they haven’t debuted yet. To your surprise -how? he’s been oozing swag and confidence from day one-, he’s a rapper, not a singer
-after spending almost an hour with him, you fall in love with his taste in music, taste in fashion, and taste in everything in general. How do boys like him still exist??
-obviously you could talk to him for the whole day without running out of anything to converse about, but Yoongi, apologetically tells you he has somewhere to be although he enjoyed chatting with you
-you guys part ways, but not before exchanging numbers
-AND YOU JUST COULDN’T WAIT TO SEE HIM AGAIN so you call him every other two days just to chit-chat about nothing
-he doesn’t decline your offers unless he has to go to work and even then he promises to make up for the missed ‘date’
-what a respectful cutie
-you guys spend most of your time together, and he eventually he looks forward to your incoming calls
-”y/n? Yeah i didn’t leave the house yet i’ll take a few minutes to get there” and he gets out of the bed so quickly jin would’ve thought the house was on fire to get him to move like that
-and one day…
-you confess accidentally over the phone; jokingly saying “i love you” to him after he does a favor for you
-cue the awkwardness in the call i’m shocked you didn’t hang up
-”oh you do? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)”
-”yoongi what that was a-”
-”no i’m serious, don’t you like me?”
-”… you do don’t you”
-”it’s not like you’ll be my boyfriend anyways idiot”
-”i’ll be your boyfriend”
-”i said i’ll be your-”
-”i swear to god if you’re playing a prank on me i will personally march over to your studio and beat the living daylights out of you”
-”( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) i always knew you liked me why didn’t you confess earlier”
-”MIN YOONGI ANSWER MY QUESTION”
-”when’s the date beautiful”
-and that’s how the confession went in very simple words
-definitely no pda between you or him
-like he would hold your hands once or twice in public but that’s it
-he must be the one to initiate snuggling, or else he gets annoyed/uncomfortable
-busy most of the time with comebacks and writing new songs especially with BTS’s thriving popularity… you would get extremely worried if he sleeps at the studio and forgets to call you to tell you he’s coming home late because he’s pulled that multiple times already -not on purpose tho he would never want to worry you like that-
-so many reminders from you to him to eat/breathe a little
-contrary to what yoongi usually acts like, he’s very, very hardworking when it comes to his passions. The only breaks he take is when he sleeps and when he uses the toilet you’re so proud of him for being so dedicated to his career
-he’s committed to his idol duties even his s/o can’t convince him otherwise
-you thank the LORD FOR SLOW ALBUM SALES because you two never spend time together as a couple anymore
-one positive thing after the hectic schedules he has as an idol however is that CUDDLING. POSSIBILITIES. ARE. STRONGER. THAN. EVER.
-yoongi always buries his face in your neck whenever he hugs you from the back -it sends butterflies down to your stomach hE NEEDS TO STOP BREATHING ON YOUR COLLARBONE- and acknowledges the new shampoo/conditioner/body lotion/perfume you’re using -you don’t have to ask him if he notices your new haircut he notices even if he doesn’t say anything trust me-
-absolutely adorable in his sleep?? How can such an evil person look like an angel when sleeping that’s your question
-insults come on a daily basis -they’re lighthearted yoongi wouldn’t actually hurt you with his words-
-although he ruthlessly gives opinions, you always know he loves you
-take his kisses for example
-i see him as a person who likes to give their s/o lazy pecks on their forehead, cheek or lips~ it’s sweet and intimate, and it doesn’t require him to put much effort into it
-however, this does NOT mean he’s a bad kisser!! Once in he’s in the mood, he’ll bruise your lips to the point where they become so swollen that you’re having trouble communicating with other humans
-you two will be a spontaneous couple; planned dates aren’t really his thing. That’s not necessarily a bad thing tho! It’ll make you both treasure memories more
-the first date would be to the arcade or maybe somewhere not exactly quiet, but where you guys can really feel connected as a couple and discuss deep topics about life -and music-
-once bts’s popularity expands internationally and domestically, yoongi starts being burdened about how fans would take your relationship with him
-”will they react kindly to y/n?? Will saesangs target her? Should i even reveal our level of intimacy or insist we’re friends??”
Watching VLD and I'm constantly in awe of how beautiful Shiro is. How did they even create such a gorgeous character?
i’m listening to country music and crying why would you even bring this up when you know i’m vulnerable
this is. the most beautiful man ever animated. i would fight everyone in this room and then myself to touch the ground this man has walked on. i would fight eighty cobras to see him smile. i would walk five hundred miles.
who decided this? literally how or why this was allowed. me @ me on a daily basis: are you crying about shiro’s jawline? yes, yes i am!! that’s my life! that’s my fucking life!!
real question: do you think vld staff cry while they’re drawing him? look at his eyes. look at him. please just. just look at him like fuck my life??? i give up???
Listen my little chicks, my ducks, my darlings: Tumblr mom is fine. This is my life and I am used to it. Admitedly still going through the seven stages of grief over donuts, but that’s to be expected.
The reason I have been talking about this so much and so openly is not because things are worse, but because I have been told by several (hundred) people that it has helped them not only realize the nameless thing they have been suffering with their whole life and just thought was normal for them was actually an allergy, but also from other people with long term illnesses who didn’t realize the corelation between their chronic illness and food intolerances/issues–and neither did their doctors.
I’ve had people telling me that they recognized their own symptoms in the things I talk about, take themselves off to an allergist and find out, oh hey, I’m actually allergic to XYZ and it’s impacting my health I should stop doing that. I’ve had people thanking me cause they didn’t realize the synthetic scent in their gods damned fabric softener was triggering an allergy which manifested in anxiety attacks. I’ve had people tell me they didn’t realize the chemical dye/bleach in their menstrual products were actually the cause of excess discomfort at their time of the month and since switching to the brands I recommend, have had not only less skin irritations, but less infections like thrush and bv. I had someone tell me they figured out their kid wasn’t allergic to their dog but the egg used in the dog’s food brand, so everytime the kid got licked they’d break out in hives. They got to keep their dog, just swapped out the food brand.
I get people telling me on a consistent near daily basis, that me just talking about all this shit, has helped them feel less isolated, less alone with their problems which no one else seems to inderstand. Not even doctors. And I get that, because up until very recently, I also felt the same way. Sometimes I still do.
So if me bitching and griping about being allergic to things like potassium sorbate and trying to explain over and over that yes it is possible to have a rice intolerance, helps people?–I’m gonna keep talking about it.
This has been my life for a while now. Admitedly the last six weeks was awful because I caught that super virus bullshit that wrecked my system. But this? All this food stuff? Has been going on for years . I’m just finally getting a confirmed diagnosis from medical professionals because my symptoms got too bad to ignore.
Now, that said, there will be some people who don’t want to see all this. I get it, shits depressing yo, and you just clicked here for the vampire nipples. In that case I have a tag which I have been using for the last two years which is #chronic health tag. Blacklist it, you won’t see anymore of my posts about health. Everyone’s happy.
And I do mean happy, because as much as all this sucks I’ve got new answers to fit into the puzzle pieces of my health, and there’s a chance that one of these days I might just get to see the whole picture instead of just the corner pieces. And that’s good enough incentive for me to keep going.
So please, don’t worry about me. I’m gonna be fine. One of these days, it’s all gonna be fine.
A huge question asked in the Aspergers forums “Are Autistic people an oppressed group?” The majority of the people in the comments said “no.” Which tells me a couple things. It tells me that some of us aren’t experiencing the bullying, and bigotry the rest of us are, and that’s a good thing. But it also tells me those people think that if they aren’t personally oppressed that we as a group aren’t oppressed.
There are Autistic people being murdered by their family as “mercy killings.” Or because we have been seen as “possessed.” Some desperate parents even accidentally kill us using the deadly “cures” that are still legal to buy.
Police treat us like dangerous criminals because of similarities in our behaviors. We are often shot or arrested in situations where a sticker is out on our cars, or in confusing situations where we are panicking or having a meltdown.
We are passed over for careers and regular jobs on a constant basis. I had an art degree and graduated from an art high school with a full portfolio of work and 2 letters of recommendation from the head of the art, and speech departments at my college, and it took me almost 10 years to break into my field after graduation. My college wouldn’t even hire me.
During that time, it was nearly impossible to get the proverbial “any job.” I’ve been laughed out of interviews, I’ve been offered jobs told to quit my current one and had the offer withdrawn. I’ve been asked if my resume was “made up.” Because “we wouldn’t want to look into it and embarrass you.”
I have been bullied in excess with the look of “I don’t know why, but I hate you.” in my attacker’s eyes. Often when they had just met me. I’ve had people literally try to kill me, and some nearly accomplish it. People actively seek out our traits and discriminate against and bully us not knowing why. They don’t have to know you are Autistic. When they are using their instinct, and have to make a gut decision about you, their gut gives a thumbs down.
Predators see us as prey, “protectors” like police, parents, and other authorities see us as dangerous predators, employers and passersby see us as liars spinning a web to trick them into believing…something, and they don’t even understand what or why half of the time. They just act. Most of the time, this leaves us with limited friends and partners who treat us horribly, and we are happy to have them simply because there was no one else.
And it’s just as bad when they do know you are Autistic. Employers won’t touch that with a 10-foot pole. Ignorant people will call us the R word or bully us more, or we get a lot of fun things like “you don’t look Autistic.” And don’t even get me started on our representation in the media.
So yes, we are oppressed. On many levels. Just because your pantry is full doesn’t mean hunger is eradicated. Don’t make the mistake of thinking that if it’s not a problem for you, it’s not a problem. “Autism Advocates” like me would not exist if we were not continuously and systematically oppressed on a daily basis. Listen, we are getting there. But we are nowhere near done.
Keith unintentionally spies on Lance in the training room … (Part Four)
… where the Blue Paladin is kicking ass. And Keith’s kind of mesmerized by it. Then he’s more than mesmerized — he’s freaking out because he’s actually kinda sorta into this brutally efficient soldier version of Lance.
Lance doesn’t reply to Keith’s question, walking past him, making to leave the room, but Keith grabs his arm before he’s too far out of reach.
This immediately feels like an extremely bad idea, (even with the flight suit acting as a barrier, the warmth of the taller boy’s skin radiates into Keith’s palm, and holy crap, since when did Lance have such firm biceps?), but it’s too late now — the Blue Paladin turns back to look at him, and, for once, Keith can’t read his expression.
Lance doesn’t attempt to break Keith’s grip. Instead, he sighs and says, “Forget it, man, it’s fine, I’m just … frustrated because we had a close call —”
“You mean since I had a close call?” Keith is pretty sure he’s hitting the nail on the head — Lance flinches, though his face remains inscrutable. Keith’s hand slides down to loosely grasp Lance’s wrist, to hold him in place as he finally gives in and explains.
“Fine, yeah, because you got stabbed in the back, because I wasn’t fast enough. I can’t afford to be that slow, and not just for you, but for Hunk and Pidge and Shiro … I can’t let you guys down.”
And this is something Keith understands. This is largely the reason why Keith spends hours in this very room, working until his muscles beg for mercy; he has to do better, he has to ensure that he’s prepared for any eventuality.
In this, he and Lance are alike.
“It wasn’t your fault,” Keith says quietly, and he knows it won’t help, but it needs to be said. “Things happen in battle, we can’t be everywhere at once —”
“But I was there, Keith. I was there, and I raised my rifle, but too late, and I just, I can’t do that again.” Lance swallows and then tries for a smile. “Besides, so worth it just to kick your ass in this. Four whole minutes, huh?”
“Actually more like three and a half,” Keith corrects him, though he smiles back easily. “But fair enough. In this, you did actually kick my ass.”
Lance gapes at him. “You know, I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to this new, nicer Keith. Did getting in touch with your Galra heritage provide you with some zen? What’s the deal?”
“First off, I’ve always been nice, you’re just a jackass that likes to push my buttons,” Keith argues, and somehow he’s still smiling at Lance … and still holding his wrist. “And secondly, there’s no deal — we’re part of the same team, I can’t actually hate you. It’s bad for morale or something. Bad for forming Voltron, at least.”
“Ah hah!” Lance actually drops the pieces of his armour to point. Keith can’t help but notice that the Blue Paladin could have used the hand Keith was currently grasping by the wrist, but he didn’t. “We could form Voltron before you started being nice to me, so that means you liked me then too!”
“Um, yes? It was you that decided to make me your rival, I had nothing to do with that!” Keith is somehow in Lance’s personal space — when the hell had that happened? Also, he should really let go of his wrist now. “I couldn’t hate you — I didn’t even remember you.”
Lance rolls his eyes. “Yeah, you did, just not right then while we were rescuing Shiro. And it’s not like you didn’t take the chance to try and beat me every single time since then, dude. Maybe I was the one that kicked off the rivalry, but you sure as hell took it and ran with it — made a race out of it, even.”
The Blue Paladin had shuffled forward a few steps. Keith blinks, staring straight into blue eyes that are far closer than they had been a few seconds ago. He feels sweat forming along his cooled skin again. Especially on the hand that … is sliding down Lance’s wrist and oh no, is he trying to hold his hand now?! Abort. End mission. Failsafe, emergency exit, push the eject button …
Lance’s fingers shake slightly as they wrap around Keith’s.
And quite suddenly, they are both silent, awkwardly so, but neither of them are stepping away. Neither of them are letting go of the other’s hand.
When Keith can’t bear the silence any longer, he opens his mouth to say something (he has no idea what), but Lance beats him to it — in spades.
“Keith, if you’re going to hold my hand, I gotta tell you that I’m the kind of person that takes that kind of thing as a signal. And that you’re doing the signaling is sort of weird, since you’re you, but if you are giving me a sign, lemme say that you are actually one of the coolest people I know and if I could, like, earn the honour of holding your hand on a daily basis that would be pretty freaking fantastic, and I’m sorry I only realized this after you nearly died, but damn it, I’m sort of head over heels for your emo mullet.”
Lance sounds more out of breath by the end of that tirade than he did after running one of the hardest battle simulations Keith had designed.
And, much like with a battle sim, Keith follows his instincts on what to do next.
Author’s note: Well, that’s another part down. Man, not planning this ahead of time means I actually have no clue what they’re gonna say or do …