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PSA: DRAG IS NOT CONSENT

So I went to drag con this past weekend (and I could write paragraphs on the experience alone, but that’s a rant for another time) and the first thing my friend and I did was attend the UNHhhh Live panel. Overall it was a special and amazing experience, but ONE THING, or should I say person, marred it.

This person decided it was a good idea to get up and read PORNOGRAPHIC fan fiction ABOUT Trixie and Katya OUT LOUD to Trixie and Katya. – AFTER THEY ASKED HER NOT TO! Trixie straight up said “no, please don’t.” and the bitch goes “Oh, just a few” and proceeds to take up 5 entire minutes (which doesn’t sound long, but trust me, it’s a lifetime when only 15 minutes are allotted for questions, others are waiting to ask theirs, and everyone in the room is uncomfortable) reading them DESPITE THE QUEENS’ EXPLICIT WISHES!

Let me be VERY clear here. I don’t care how well you THINK you know a queen because you’re a fan, you never, EVER have the right to put someone in that position. They were kind enough to humor her for one, but despite the fact that both queens and the captive audience were visibly uncomfortable, SHE WENT ON! Trixie had to FORCIBLY stop her mid sentence on her third (and most explicit) reading. It was truly awful. I later learned that Trixie’s boyfriend was also in the audience making the whole situation even more awkward and embarrassing.

I don’t know who this girl thought she was, how old she was, what possessed her to think this was a good idea, or why no one cares enough about her to stop her from doing this, but what she did to those queens is COMPLETELY UNACCEPTABLE. Please spread the word, tell your friends and neighbors, that NO MEANS NO, even in drag. Please remember that these queens are real people, they still reserve the right to a certain amount of privacy, and they still deserve your respect. DRAG DOES NOT NECESSARILY EQUAL CONSENT.

Thank you.

★ lvtvr’s long-winded writing advice ★

Heyo. I’m Charlie and I write. You may know me for my Keith/Lance fanfics. I don’t know if it helps my credibility, but I have articles in print that I’ve been paid to produce, I’ve translated and proofread four novels, and I’ve been writing off and on for nearly eighteen years. I’m not perfect, I’m not a master, but I do know what I’m doing. So if you write too, and you want to get better, here are some of the things I’ve learned.

Less is more.

You know the quote “Blood orange? Shut up, it’s fucking red.” Remember this while you’re writing. If you’ve ever seen one of those “100 synonyms for ‘said’ to use while writing :)” lists, here’s what to do with it: burn it. No one utters or opines or verbalizes shit. They fucking say it.

Basically: use vocabulary that you know. Turn to big fancy words if you are certain that they’re the best way to express the nuance you’re going for, but avoid them if you’re only using them to make your prose more “interesting.” Don’t worry about sounding a little repetitive. Sounding pretentious or like someone who hangs out too much on Thesaurus.com is a lot worse.

Remember your whole body.

Ever read writing that punches you in the gut and makes you feel things? Ever aspired to create something like that yourself? Well, the key to doing it is to remember the body. Stay aware of the fact that we exist in the world as messy 3D beings made of blood and meat and emotion. 

It’s natural for most people to start with visual impressions and describe what things look like, but your writing won’t start to come alive until you also begin describing what they feel like, smell like, taste like. The five senses are a cheesy but effective checklist. Throw in sounds, smells, and body sensations alongside the visual aspect.

This goes for emotion, too. If your character is sad, think back to what you felt like when you were sad. Heavy gut? Rain clouds in your head? Tears pricking at the backs of your eyes, but never quite falling? All that is a lot more interesting than simply saying “they were sad.”

For the love of God, never type “Hello.” He said.

This falls under the general umbrella of using correct grammar (which you should!), but I feel the need to point this particular faux pas out because a) it’s soooo common for people to do this, and b) I can’t stand it. This is the type of persistent mistake that actively interferes with the flow of the writing for me as a reader. I don’t care if some big-name fic author does it or if you’ve seen a million others do it – you’ll never find it in a professionally proofread and edited book. Because, at the end of the day, it’s wrong.

Compare these two examples:

“This sucks.” She sighed.
“This sucks,” she sighed.

In the first example, she says the words first, and sighs afterward. In the second, she’s sighing the words. Simple difference. If the action is directly related to how the dialogue is being conveyed, it should come attached to the dialogue. If the action and dialogue are separate, separate them. Throwing in a bunch of loose, orphaned “He said” clauses is choppy and incorrect and pisses me off to an irrational degree. Please, please avoid this. I’m begging you on my hands and knees.

Focus your characterization.

Keeping characters in character is one of the biggest challenges of writing. I find that an easy way to stay on track is to summarize the character’s way of reacting to the world in one or two simple sentences, and when you’re not sure what they would say or do, try to keep it in line with that basic conception. 

For example, I’ve characterized Keith from Voltron as someone who “feels things very strongly and honestly, but has trouble putting his emotions into words.” My Hunk is “prone to gossip, but has a heart of gold and the strongest sense of justice you ever saw.” I keep this minimalist notion of a character at the front of my mind when I write them, and it usually helps them stay themselves.

Try to keep it general, though. “Passionate about food,” “flirts a lot,” or “in love with Mothman” aren’t basic personalities, they’re character traits. They don’t tell us anything about how someone will act in a given situation, and make for poor, flat characterization.

Write what you want to read.

No, really. I know that the urge to pander is strong, as is the desire to give the people what they want. But you’re people, too. Give yourself what you want. Is this hard? You bet. But it’s worth it when someone tells you “God, reading this is so refreshing. I’m so glad it wasn’t exactly like everything else.”

Voltron-specific stuff incoming here, but I feel like it’s important. Listen. Don’t write a fic where Keith and Lance have one (1) drawn-out argument before falling in hapless, sappy love, where Keith and Shiro are brothers and Hunk and Pidge are the Hilarious Meme Sidekicks, just because you feel like you have to. If you’re really passionate about that scenario, then by all means write it, but don’t do it because you’re afraid that’s all people are going to want to read. It’s not true. More likely than not, they’re sick of reading the same fic for the millionth time, and they’d love to see your take on things.

Remember: Fanon isn’t the law. Not even canon is the law. Follow your kokoro. Go weird places. You do you. I will be cheering you on.


Kudos to you if you read this entire mess. I hope it could be of some help. Now go write! I believe in you, friendo.

So you’re thinking about leaving concrit on a fanfiction...

Hi there!  Dresupi here! Fanfic author, mostly MCU.  

So you’re browsing Ao3…you’re having fun.  You’re reading all your favorite ship or fandom has to offer.  And EGADS!  You’ve spotted an error in one of the fics.  

Originally posted by gurl

Well.  Surely the next step is for you to let them know in the comments.  Right?  That’s what they’re for, after all.  Communicating with the author, right? 

 Wrong.  

Originally posted by yourbasicaesthetics

Wait WHAT?  Dres…you’re telling me I shouldn’t alert this writer to their grave error in judgement (Or grammar, or characterization, or anything else I deem incorrect in this work they’ve posted out in public for everyone to see?)

Yes, imaginary fic commenter.  Yes, that’s exactly what I’m telling you.  

But WHYYYY? 

Calm down, I’m going to lay this out for you.  All professional like.  With bullets and everything.  ;) I got you, Babe.  Don’t worry. 

  • Okay, so the first thing you (as a potential commenter of fanfiction) need to do is decide…Did you like the fic?  If yes, please continue to the next step.  If no, I need you to go back up to the top of your web browser and click the arrow pointing left.  That will take you OUT of the fic and enable you to continue on your search for the perfect fanfic. :D
  • Okay, so, if you’re still reading, you’ve decided that yes.  You DID like the fanfic.  YAY!  I’m so happy for you!  I love finding good fics!  I really do!  It’s the best feeling to find someone who writes your OTP just right, isn’t it?  … Oh wait…you mean…you DIDN’T like the way they wrote your OTP?  A scene was too short?  The word count over all was too short?  Characters were OOC?  Goodness gracious!   Well, in that case…I’m going to need you to go on up to the top left of your screen and click the arrow pointing left.  This will take you OUT of the fic and enable you to continue on your search for the perfect fic with perfect A+ Characterization.  
  • NOW.  Okay.  So you liked the fic.  You liked the length.  The characterization.  AWESOME!  PARTY TIME!  … Oh?  A factual error, you say?  Oh no!  That really is kind of embarrassing, you know?  Really quick, though.  BEFORE you comment, can you check the author’s note and see if the author is asking for help?  A beta?  A general okay-ness with constructive criticism?  (Some authors really like it).   But no?  You don’t see anything like that in the author’s note?  Hmm.  Well, this is a tough situation.  You can either leave your comment sans unprompted concrit…or you can venture up to the top left of your screen and click on the left hand arrow.  This will take you OUT of the fic and enable you to continue on your search for the perfect fic with A+ characterization with bonus fact checking!   
  • Alright,alright, alright.  You’ve made it this far!  This must be an AMAZING fic.  Outstanding!  :D  All except for those pesky grammar and/or syntax errors, right?  Wow.  These are really interfering with your ability to enjoy the fic.  Either this author is in desperate need of a beta, or maybe it’s just that ONE GLARING ERROR in an otherwise perfect fic.  It’s time to leave a comment, tell the author, right?  *sigh*  Take a glance at the author’s note.  Is the author asking for concrit?  Perhaps there’s a call for a beta reader?  Or just a general call for help?  No?  *deeper sigh* Sorry, Friend.  If you’re able, please leave your comment sans concrit, otherwise…yeah…you know what to do.  Back click.  

Really though…what’s the big deal about me leaving concrit?  Even if mine is a touch rude.  I know for a FACT {this author} has many more positive comments.  This isn’t going to amount to more than a drop in the bucket.  


Well…and this is speaking from personal experience as an author.  You could have hundreds upon hundreds of positive comments, but that one negative, or concritty comment is the one that stands out.  It’s the one that makes an author stop before pressing that “post” button.  It’s the one that makes them second guess themselves.  


But Dres, these authors are sharing their works in the public.  They should really develop thicker skins about this kind of thing.  

Well.  I mean.  This isn’t really up to you to decide.  This isn’t something you paid money for.  All you’ve invested is your time.  Leaving unwanted concrit in the comments of a fanfiction is the online equivalent of receiving a handmade sweater from your Nana and saying, “This is cool, but I’d rather have had the store-bought one…”   

Maybe this author is having a really hard time this week.  Maybe their word count isn’t up to snuff because of it.  Maybe this was all they were able to put out there?  Maybe their beta reader is on vacation or taking a break?  Maybe none of the above, maybe this is just simply the best they can do and they’re very proud of what they’ve accomplished!  

Fanfiction is a free service. Fic authors take their free time to craft and write these stories.  A lot of us aren’t professional writers.  We’re moms.  Students.  High schoolers.  Investment bankers.  Scientists. Therapists. {insert name of other careers here}. In other words, people with real lives, who spend what little free time we have, creating content for you to enjoy. 

It isn’t like if you pay money for the latest book from your favorite author, only to find out that they’ve killed off your favorite character and made the other character into a villain and completely mucked up the series past all canonical help.  

Originally posted by nightpsychotic

Okay, okay.  I get you.  It’s rude.  But can’t I at least point out the grammatical/syntax errors?  

And here’s where it gets tricky.  And I’d like to defer to my mom on this one.  

She always used to say, “Never point out a fault that someone can’t fix in less than three seconds.”  

She used it to pertain to people’s appearances, their attitude, or their speech patterns.  But I think it applies here too.  

I think of single typos as like…the literary version of having spinach in your teeth.  Yes.  This is something you could technically point out.  KINDLY.  You wouldn’t point and laugh at someone you didn’t really know who had spinach stuck between their front teeth, would you?  

(I would certainly HOPE the answer is no.) 

Likewise, if you simply must point out a single typo…do it nicely?  Otherwise, it looks like you read this thing that this fic author put out into the world…this little piece of themselves…you read it, and found nothing good whatsoever.  Just that typo.  Maybe you didn’t mean it that way.  But it’s what it looks like to that author.  

On the other side of this coin…if the entire fic is a grammatical mess?  Just…back click out.  

Here’s why I say that.  To you, it might look like My Immortal…but to the person that wrote it?  It looks like the hard-work and effort they poured into it.  And you never know.  The person that wrote it could be ESL.  *shrugs*  And your comment could be the thing that keeps them from ever trying again.  You never really know.  It’s safer to be cautious.

I’m going to double star and bold this next thing.  Because I feel like it’s super important.

**A better way to point out typos, grammatical errors or basically any other errors is to contact the author directly.**  

I link my tumblr at the bottom of all my fics for this reason.  And I’ve gotten some lovely messages from people informing me of formatting errors, typos and grammatical errors. It literally takes the same amount of time to click on a link and type out your comment as it does to leave it at the bottom of the fic.  And I can tell you that I do not mind getting told about errors in private.  It’s when things get dragged out into the open that I start getting defensive.  

Which brings me to my last point before I shut up and leave you to your day.  

“I didn’t mean this in a bad way!  I was only trying to help!  Why is this author getting so defensive???”

I’d like to tell you about a little thing called tone.  

Something that is completely lost in online messaging and commenting.  

While you, the commenter, might have not intended anything bad from your comment…the author could have read it in a completely different way. Know why?  

I can’t speak for everyone, but for me?  Personally?  It’s because I’m self-conscious.  Yes.  I’m super self-conscious about everything I share.  Whether it’s a short prompt or an update to a longer fic, I’m self-conscious about sharing it.  And that translates over to how I read tone in online messages and comments.  I hate that I can’t read things neutrally, but…here I am.  In all my imperfection.   

I guess in short, what I’m saying is…and this is probably going to earn me some enemies for whatever reason…I mean…I stood up to someone leaving concrit on one of my fics and got called a c*nt and an attention whore for it.  *shrugs*  People are gonna do what they want to do, and that’s how it is.  

Originally posted by teachingfeelslike

It takes absolutely no time to back click out and say nothing.  *shrugs*  It takes zero effort to not be a dick.  So please.  Just…don’t be a dick?  Feed your authors.  Don’t leech from them.   

anonymous asked:

I like Mary. I think she's awesome. I don't see why she has to be evil.

Oh, boy, okay.

Listen you can like Mary all you want – I loved her too before the fucked up her entire story arc – but her entire arc was building up to be a villain, and a badass one that was going to go down with a fight. 

I’m REALLY not trying to be pedantic here, Nonny, but asks like this force me to pull out receipts, all of which I’m sure you’re not going to read, because who likes to be proved wrong, but I digress. I always end up sounding more harsh than I am when all I want to do is educate you on my perspective and what the narrative is teaching us.

THAT’S Why she’s a villain. When a character kills the title character of a show, they are coded as the bad guy unless they do a redemption arc that actually is a redemption.

Mary had NO redemption arc AT ALL. Even in S4, Mary is STILL manipulating and emotionally abusing Sherlock and John against each other with her fucking creepy-assed DVDs and her belittling of John in T6T. She still runs off to go do her little assassin things and still lied and manipulated everyone. And I know the argument is going to come up, but Mary’s gunshot was NOT a redemption. A redemption arc has the ex-villain doing a good deed and being genuinely sorry for their past actions. Not ONCE Mary has ever apologized for any of the shit she put everyone through. All of it was a plan, especially if she had creepy DVDs made FAIRLY RECENTLY (you can tell because of the hair style) to send out to people. Also:

YOU ARE EVIL IF YOU ACTIVELY OR POSTHUMOUSLY TELL SOMEONE TO GO KILL THEMSELVES.

That and Mary’s entire death scene was RIDICULOUS and completely contradicted EVERY rule that was established in this universe only 2 episodes prior on how characters die.

Nonny, Mary’s character arc is one I have been passionate about for many years, even before I was a Johnlocker, because her character was fascinating to me, and helped me understand the psychology and make sense of events that were happening in my life at the time. Right up until TAB, Mary was being coded as the next Moriarty. For some reason or another, Mofftiss decided to turn her into an “assassin with an heart of gold” and failed spectacularly.

If Mary truly was good, she WOULD HAVE TOLD JOHN FROM THE BEGINNING WHO SHE WAS, OR AT LEAST TOLD SHERLOCK SHE NEEDED HELP. HLV would have not played out as it did. Instead deciding that killing Sherlock was her only option so that she could continue to manipulate John, since she knew he was most malleable when he was grieving Sherlock.

You can read Mary’s character however you want, I could care less… well okay apparently I do because of this reply… But please, seriously consider that what became of her character really made no goddamned sense to the narrative arc the built for her and quite frankly really lazy writing. Just because she is a woman, doesn’t mean that she is nice and sweet and not abusive. Excusing her of her brand of emotional abuse and manipulation is really sexist.

People thought my mother was a nice person, too.

anonymous asked:

Eleanor, please, please, please tell us about their first I love you's, please!

hey, hey, hey! so, I tried to write something that I felt like was maybe more satisfying for you but then I thought, just be honest and so, this is how I see it, I hope you still enjoy!

  • I’m thinking it’s them waiting for the bus, the tram, a train, maybe, even, and it’s dark, it’s late and it’s raining, drops that feel like nothing but soak you to the bone. they’ve been out for hours, a trip to the market turned into drinks and dinner and it should have been great, should have been romantic, except they had this weird almost fight earlier about something Isak has a hard time remembering now but which made for an awkward walk back where they’re not really talking but also not really not talking, and Isak’s past wanting to go home and just kind of wants to be home, at this point.
  • it’s Even leaning back, ever so casually, all bright smiles and cold shoulders like nothing could ever bother him, and Isak leaning forward every other minute to check for headlights, trying to ignore Even tapping out a message on his phone, not asking hey, hey, who are you texting? but starting up a new level of whatever game he’s into this week, then closing it again because raindrops keep falling on his screen and it’s not like he can really concentrate anyway.
  • it’s Isak feeling cold and tired, too, tilting his head to check if there’s other people around, then slowly, slowly taking a step towards Even, dragging his feet, almost, and thinking about dignity and playing it cool and wondering who cares about that anyway, leaning against Even’s chest, grumbling I can’t even remember what we were fighting about anymore and is this bus ever going to fucking come? into his damp hoodie.
  • it’s Even putting his phone in the pocket of his jeans, wrapping both his arms around Isak and pulling him close, answering with a me neither and a that’s what she said into Isak’s hair like forgetting and forgiving is the easiest thing in the world because it is, sometimes, then leaning his chin on the top if Isak’s head and humming a song that Isak doesn’t know, swaying them ever so slightly, barely almost, but enough to make Isak feel a little bit warmer inside.
  • it’s Isak sighing, closing his eyes, really wanting this bus to get here now, then hearing himself say, yeah, okay, I love you, there you go, okay, like it’s nothing, like he’s been saying this for years, nodding his head against Even’s chest because yes, it’s true, he does, he really does. 
  • it’s Even pulling him just a little closer, telling him, okay, I love you too, okay and it’s a bus arriving and them sitting next to each other, knees and shoulders touching, grinning at each other and it’s unremarkable fights and words of love at bus stations and it’s enough.

imthepunchlord  asked:

I have a request, or could just count as a question instead; but I'm kind of curious to see feral!Adrien's reaction to a sick Marinette, even more so since I don't think he'd ever come across someone sick before with humans keeping to their homes when sick. So I'm curious on what he'd do and how he'd respond.

…. You just… totally went there didn’t you?

You’re right that Adrien hasn’t had interaction with other humans, so he wouldn’t notice it at first. It’s Plagg who does.

Plagg is the one who notices most things before Adrien. Whenever Marinette makes her way from the camp, Plagg’s ear twitches before Adrien hears or sees her, even though it’s Adrien who sits staring at the direction she would come from. It’s always Adrien who jumps up when she does arrive, though; Plagg usually just yawns and stays comfortable in his perch in the trees.

But one day when the weather is cool and gloomy, Plagg actually lifts his head and sniffs the air. Adrien follows his example, but picks out nothing amiss except for the impending rain. When the awaited sound of shuffling leaves come, it’s much louder and conspicuous than usual. Marinette finally stumbles into the clearing and Adrien bounds up to her, standing up to his full height before giving her a sweeping bow.

He greets her with a perfectly executed, “Good afternoon, My Lady!”

Adrien might not be able to always speak in long, properly full French sentences yet, but he makes sure he gets that one right, if only for the face Marinette makes whenever he does. Her expression is always somewhere between impressed and amused and also unimpressed. (Alya says it’s called, “endeared”. (Marinette only rolls her eyes. (Alya says that one is called, “in denial”.)))

“Lend me your arm for a minute?” she asks the moment Adrien takes his seat beside her.

“Okay,” Adrien readily agrees, holding his arm out. This isn’t new, he thinks: Marinette has already done lots of sketches–“studies”–of him before. But instead of inspecting the exact curves of his muscles as she usually does, she instead ducks her head under his arm and leans her head on his shoulder. Adrien very nearly jumps.

“Um…”

“Is this okay?” Marinette asks.

Is she kidding? This is so very okay!!! Usually it’s him who leans on some part of her and he has to ask her especially when he wants to curl up on her lap and even though she does say yes most of the time he still celebrates it when she says yes and now she’s the one asking and she’s the one leaning on him and WHAT IS HAPPENING????

“It’s okay,” he says.

“I’m sleepy,” she mumbles.

“Sleep,” he tells her.

He hesitantly puts his arm around her shoulders.

She smiles, then closes her eyes.

Around them, the jungle is still.

Hours later, Adrien wakes to Plagg nudging him urgently. Something is wrong. On Adrien’s shoulder, where there should be the gentle warmth of Marinette’s cheek, there is an alarming heat on Adrien’s skin instead. Adrien tries to wake her. She doesn’t. She shivers, her breath coming in rapid puffs as the delicate wrinkle between her eyebrows tightens. Adrien has seen this before. He’s seen animals breathe like this right before they- Before they-

No. No, nonononono.

“Marinette! Marinette, wake up, wake up, MARI–”

She emits a quiet whimper, too similar to the sound Plagg made that one time when he was seriously wounded and bleeding, and Adrien feels a numbing coldness shoot through his veins.

What does he do? What should he do, what’s he supposed to do– he knows how to take care of Plagg– Adrien just needs to make sure he’s warm and he has water nearby and Plagg always licks his wounds clean but Marinette isn’t doing that humans don’t do that do they does she even have wounds what’s hurting her what’s hurting her?

Plagg snaps a growl, snapping Adrien out of the maelstrom of his panic. In one powerful leap he climbs up on a tree branch, before pausing to look back down at Adrien, making sure that the human boy is paying attention. Then he launches to the next branch, cutting through the jungle’s understory and towards Marinette’s camp.

Marinette’s camp, where the other humans are.

Adrien catches Plagg’s meaning. He gathers Marinette up in his panther pelt and forces his limbs to stand. As thunder rumbles above them and raindrops fall from the sky, he runs after Plagg.

“You’ll be okay,” he whispers to the precious weight in his arms, “please be okay.”  

anonymous asked:

Hey! I don't want to bother you but I love your fics and how you describe kisses (I feel alive when I read your words....). May I dare ask for a fic? Prompt : Robert is watching the TV or he's on in phone, or reading or whatever and Aaron tries to distract him with many kisses and Robert acts like "i'm not so easy" but he totally is :) Please?

this ask was an absolute treat to receive this morning. i don’t know if this is exactly what you had in mind, anon, but i had a great time writing it!

come to bed

It’s late, the kind of late you can hear, everything still and dark and humming.

Robert’s tucked into the corner of the sofa, legs stretched out. He’s got the tv on mute, mostly for company, a little static buzz and a cartoon, of all things, flickering in the corner.

He told Aaron he’d be up soon hours ago but he can’t put this book down. He’ll just finish this chapter, he keeps telling himself. It’s the weekend, it’s not like he’s got anywhere to be tomorrow.

He hears Aaron coming down the stairs because he’s about as light footed as a fucking camel.

“I’ll be up in a minute,” he tells him, not looking up. They’re about to find the girl, they’ve got to be.

Aaron leans over the back of the sofa, shadow falling across the page. “You said that ages ago,” he scratches his fingers through Robert’s hair, makes his scalp tingle. “Come to bed.”

“I just want to finish this bit.”

He can feel Aaron lean in close, breath stirring the fine hairs behind Robert’s ear. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

Robert does pause, because that’s not the sort of offer you just dismiss. But this book is really good and he did get off this afternoon.

Still, there’s no need to be rude. “Just give me half an hour.”

That gets him a wet tongue dragging down his neck, Aaron’s hands smoothing over his shoulders to slide down Robert’s chest.

His book crinkles in his hand when Aaron’s thumb brushes a nipple.

They’re playing dirty then.

If Aaron can’t see him sink his teeth into his bottom lip to keep quiet, it doesn’t count.

Aaron kisses down his neck. Lips and teeth and tongue. He noses Robert’s shirt out of the way, sucks bites along the muscle where neck meets shoulder.

It feels amazing, turns Robert’s insides molten. He tilts his head, asks for more. Keeps pretending to read.

“Come to bed,” Aaron says again, swaps sides. Keeps going until skin of Robert’s neck feels tight and hot, spit over beard burn, and his dick is half hard in his shorts.

Robert hums, isn’t sure he can pull off disinterested if he actually says something.

Aaron huffs, hand coming up to Robert’s jaw and Robert finds his head being turned, whole face pushed to the side so Aaron can fit their mouths together.

The angle’s awful but they make it work. The kind of messy tongue kisses Robert usually only gets when Aaron’s had his dick down his throat and his mouth is tired.

Aaron pulls back with a suck at Robert’s bottom lip, working it wet and swollen.

Robert’s head spins. His book is lying forgotten across his lap. He can’t remember what it’s called.

Aaron presses a kiss to his cheek, another to the corner of his eye. “Come to bed,” he says. Robert can hear a smirk in there this time but it doesn’t seem to matter much any more.

“Still going to make it worth my while?” he asks, swinging his legs round.

Aaron meets his eyes, dark heat and laughter. “Come and find out.”

And really. Robert can finish his book in the morning.

anonymous asked:

I love Tangled too and I was wondering why it's your favorite?

I was nearly finished writing this but then accidentally refreshed the page and I had to start all over again, but I need to get this out. It might feel a little rushed but I wrote this down before and I wanted to keep it shorter this time.

- Eugene and Rapunzel are both amazing characters. Eugene is one of my favorite Disney characters ever, with his charm and funny personality, yet his backstory touches me every time. The way he deals with it really played with the ‘what’s good and bad’ question, and his development is amazing. 
It’s difficult for me to love or even accept a female lead in any movie or series because they get portrayed badly most of the time, but I absolutely love Rapunzel. She’s a little clumsy and too excited about everything, but yet badass and cute and gets things done. Bless her. 

- Maximus and Pascal are the best sidekicks. I love the relationship and development between Maximus and Eugene, and Pascal is all the sassy cuteness you need in this movie. 

- One of the most quotable movies ever. I feel like there’s a quote for everything and I use them all the time.

- Onto an important part. Mother Gothel is the best Disney villain because she is so painfully realistic. As someone with a toxic/mentally abusive/narcissistic mom, I recognize a lot of the things she says and the way she acts- how she tries to look good and protecting while in fact all she does is abuse her power to get what she wants. Now I can elaborate on this but it’s pretty simple. Disney shows how mothers can be, and Mother Gothel says many things that are very realistic as to what toxic mothers say in real life. Especially Mother Knows Best Reprise is very good in this (which, by the way, is one of the best villain songs Disney ever made ngl).

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- Another thing, Disney shows that saying ‘I love you’ doesn’t have to mean it’s true. It’s something people with toxic parents struggle a lot with. Mother Gothel seems to take good care of Rapunzel and wanting to protect her, as if Rapunzel should be grateful. Rapunzel actually sings about this.This song means way more than the fact she can’t get out of the tower. It’s pointing at the manipulation again. Mother Gothel has always said she loved Rapunzel and always made it look like she did, like she was the good one It leaves Rapunzel with guilt which is shown at the end when Mother Gothel falls and Rapunzel still tries to save her- despite her knowing that she’s been bad all the time. 

- Next to this, they also quickly discuss the thought of ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’ during I’ve Got A Dream. Again a masterful work of music and a great thought behind it. Eugene’s part is so good as well- most of the time, ‘wanting money’ is something evil, but it’s not this time. I’m really glad this is included. 

- Most of the times with Disney movies, there’s one or a few songs I don’t like. I love all the songs in Tangled, got nothing else to say about that. They’re just terrific.

- I got to mention, the aesthetics of this movie. Don’t tell me those lanterns aren’t beautiful to you. Everything about this movie, the colors, the scenery, the music, the sounds, the vibes, the animations… it’s all so pleasing and I can’t get enough. 

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Please tell me if there’s something I haven’t covered enough yet. I could talk about this movie for hours but I should really go to sleep now. 

TXF WriteIn

This is what I wrote yesterday for the first writing exercise during the amazing Write In @lepus-arcticus hosted. I basically just added an ending to it, cause I didn’t manage to finish it last night. I edited it a bit (I originally used a word that was not English so it had to go), but tried to keep it as it was. I’m still not happy with it and that’s the reason I want to share it. If that makes sense to anyone but me. 

The prompt I used was ‘diner’ and I imagined it somewhere in season 6.

“Mulder, what are we doing here at this poor excuse for a restaurant at 3 am?” Scully stands before him in the harsh, flickering light the diner provides. Unflattering light, Mulder thinks, though Scully still looks breathtaking to him. He’s holding the laminated menu, his fingers absent-mindedly playing with a loose edge.

“I thought we could eat something. Breakfast, Scully.”

“Eat?” She repeats the word as if it were a concept she’s never heard before.

“Yes, eat. You know, when you put edible things into your mouth for nourishment. You’re a medical doctor, Scully. You should be familiar with it.” She huffs and finally sits down in a creaky chair opposite him.

“Thank you, Mulder, for explaining it to me,” she answers and snatches the menu out of his hands, “I just thought you wanted to get to Pennsylvania as soon as possible.” She raises an eyebrow as she studies the menu; yeah, he knows they don’t offer much here in this not so cozy, very deserted diner in the middle of nowhere.

“I got hungry.” He shrugs and snatches the menu back.

“Mulder, there are three items on this menu.”

“Makes the decision easier, doesn’t it?” He chuckles, staring at the words in front of him. Nothing sounds appealing, but his stomach grumbles angrily.

“Not really. Give me the menu.” Instead of taking it from him, she holds out her hand.

“I haven’t decided yet.”

“You said it’s an easy choice,” Scully reminds him.

“Easier, yes. I’m still not done deciding yet.”

“Mulder, you have an eidetic memory. Give me the menu.”

“In a moment.” He promises, but apparently, Scully doesn’t have said moment. The chair creaks again and before Mulder knows what’s happening, she sits down next to him in his booth. Their thighs touch, warm against warm, and she’s leaning against him so she can look into the menu.

“Hm,” she mumbles and sounds deliciously, “What do I want? Do you know what you want yet, Mulder?” You, he thinks, and swallows hard. She is not on the menu, he reminds himself. Her face, though, is awfully close to his and he has to force himself to look away.

“I think scrambled eggs are the safest choice. Think they’re going to serve eggs at this time?” Scully sighs and leans back against the headrest, closing her eyes.

“It’s on the menu,” Mulder replies, glancing at her and then at the waitress who strolls over; her expression torn between boredom and anger.

“What can I get you?” She asks in a voice that makes Mulder wonder if they’re going to get spit in their food.

“I’ll have the scrambled eggs and a coffee, please,” Scully tells her and Mulder nods,

“I’ll take the same.” The waitress takes the menu from him and throws it onto another table as she leaves for the kitchen.

“I’m not sure this was a good idea, Mulder. Why are we here again?” The exhaustion is apparent in her voice and he feels a slight pang of guilt.

“To eat, Scully. To eat.”

“It’s 3 am, Mulder.”

“So? Are you going to give me a lecture how it’s unhealthy to eat in the middle of the night?”

“None of this is healthy, Mulder. We should be sleeping.”

“Together?” He smirks at her and she rolls her eyes.

“What is it we’re looking for? What did you call it?”

“A ghost, basically.” It’s more than that, of course, but he can tell that she couldn’t care less. She didn’t care when he explained it to her the first time hours ago. She called it a ghost then so that’s what it is. Essentially.

“A ghost, Mulder,” she yawns and puts her hand on his thigh causing Mulder to startle; does she know where she just put her hand or is he, against all odds, dreaming?, “Why couldn’t we have done this tomorrow? Why did we have to leave in the middle of the night?”

“It was 11 pm,” Mulder reminds her, clearing his voice; his hand on his thigh feels warm, hot even, and he has trouble concentrating, “that’s not the middle of the night. I couldn’t sleep anyway, so I thought we could leave right away.”

“It never occurred to you that I might be sleeping?”

“It did. That’s why I called you first.”

“You would have gone without me had I not answered my phone?”

“Possibly.” He shrugs. They both know that he definitely would have gone without her.

“You would not have called… someone else.” She doesn’t look at him, but he turns to her.

“Called who?”

“Oh, you know.”

“Actually, I don’t know, Scully. Enlighten me.”

“Diana, Mulder.” It’s more of a sigh than a real answer.

“Why would I call Diana?” Scully shifts, but leaves her hand on his thigh. She glances at the kitchen door, unmoving, most likely hoping that the waitress returns with their food.

“To go ghost hunting with her or whatever it is we’re doing.”

“I only want to do it with you, though.” It sounds stupid, he realizes, but there is no humor in it. Scully is quiet next to him; too quiet. “Scully, calling Diana never even crossed my mind.” She nods, still silent, her hand still on his thigh. Without thinking about it, he puts his own on top of hers, to let her know that he wants this.

“You’re the only person I want to sit in a sleazy diner with at 3 am, Scully.”

“That really makes a girl feel special.” but this time there is amusement in her voice and finally she tilts her head to look at him. There’s exhaustion in her expression, yes, but also a sense of happiness. Mulder hopes it’s because of him.

“I can do other things to make you feel special.” He mumbles.

“Oh?” The challenge in her voice, and her eyes, is what makes him do it. He closes the distance between them, which really isn’t much, and their lips touch briefly, warm on warm, soft on soft, and just as Scully presses against him more solidly, as she deepens the kiss, two plates land on their table with a loud clang.

“It’s not that kind of place, you know.” The waitress lets them know before she runs off again. Mulder and Scully glance at each other, lips still glistening, mouths slightly opened.

“Next time I pick the diner.” Scully tells him with a smile before she digs into her scrambled eggs. Mulder wants to reply, say something clever, but his mind is empty.

“Eat, Mulder,” Sculy tells him, chewing happily, “That’s why we came here in the first place, isn’t it?”

anonymous asked:

Would you mind writing about the RFA(V , S) with a foreign MC whose parents are racist and don't allow her to be with them because they are Asian? But she dates them anyways because she loves them? (My grammar is $h*t I know)

This is so interesting. But it’s so touchy, I’m so afraid this can backfire and I’ll end up offending someone. Please let me know if this isn’t good, I’ll shut it down immediately (of course this is directed to my asian followers, couldn’t care less about white people’s feelings, including my own). Thank you all!

RFA + Saeran and V dealling with MC’s racist family

TRIGGER WARNING: Racism (obviously), misoginy, xenophobia (so sorry I forgot about this before, ugh… hope I didn’t do too much damage. I apologize if someone felt triggered expecting to get something else from this.

Zen

  • You introduced him to your father through Skype and he is…confused.
  • So… he’s an albino? And an oriental? How does that work?
  • Oh, and he’s an actor? Like Jackie Chan and Bruce Lee? Did he ever play a karate fighter in some movie? Oh god…
  • “I’m pretty sure Jackie Chan is from Hong Kong, sir. And Bruce Lee was… Chinese, babe?” “I think he was born in America, and had a Chinese descendance…”
  • “And karate is a Japanese martial art, sir. They’re not all… oriental…” he says the word in disgust, ughhh… hearing this word in 21st century is awful!
  • “Oh, it’s all sort of the same thing, isn’t it?” Ohhhh… you’re so embarrassed, you want to turn it off immediately and scold your father for being… racist.
  • “No, it’s not, sir. Please don’t use a word that put hundreds of people from different cultures and countries in one tiny box. Please, get more sensitive about these issues now that your daughter is dating a KOREAN guy who will marry her someday. Have a nice day, sir.” And he turns it off.
  • “Oh, babe, I can’t believe I talked to your father like this, I’m so so…” “Don’t you dare apologizing for doing the right thing!”
  • “Well, yeah… but you know… this isn’t his fault. You know, asian actors play a lot of similar roles on American movies and TV series, so…” “Yeah, and this isn’t your fault either, my father isn’t dumb, he should see through stereotypes, we all should, you know?”
  • You were right. Zen kept thinking of this after you two went to bed. He couldn’t stop thinking of what he could do to change things.
  • And it hit him, the problem isn’t the asian actors, they just roll with the roles they can get, the problem is we don’t have enough asian people working on producing and writing jobs in entertainment, at least outside of asian countries, of course.
  • So now he’s thinking how he needs to expand his career in order to be a producer in USA or in Europe one day…
  • His manager sleeping beside him will help him through on this.

Yoosung

  • Your sister was in town and he was so excited to meet her.
  • She was excited as well, maybe too much throwing words like kawaii and calling him Yoosung-kun, you know, Japanese words.
  • “MC, she knows she’s in Korea and we speak Korean, right?” you’re too busy doing the facepalm to even answer.
  • And she keeps throwing Japanese terms totally out of context, for that matter. And Yoosung isn’t getting anything, he’s just scared of the way you’re glaring at her.
  • “Sis, shut up! You’re making a fool of yourself!” “What? I’m just showing support on you dating a jap guy.” “I’m not ‘jap’, I’m Korean. We… we are in Korea.” He says in a very kind way.
  • “Well, whatever, it’s all the same.” Oh god… oh no…
  • “No, we´re… we’re not.” He says assertively. Both you and your sister look at him, surprised.
  • “Jeez, calm down, cutie. I’m just trying to be nice and supportive. I’m super cool with my sister dating an asian guy and…” “But why do you have to be cool with it? There’s nothing to be cool about it, it’s just… you know what I’m trying to say? When you keep saying you’re cool and bringing my race and my country of origin everytime, I’m sorry… but I don’t think you’re cool with this at all. And that’s not…”
  • “Cool.” You complete for him and he smiles sweetly at you. “And please study a little, Japanese and korean have this historical feud, we don’t like being compared.” Oh wow, looks like he’s been studying too.
  • Your sister is so mad, she just stomps out of there telling she’ll never be back to this hellhole of a country and shit like that. Yoosung doesn’t understand how two people coming from the same environment can be so different like you two.
  •  “MC, are you really ok with your sister not really approving us?” “You mean if I’m okay with my sister being a xenophobic racist brat? Not really…”
  • “Oh… yeah, she was being kinda racist, right?” you nod. “Well, uhm… she seems to mean well, at least. That’s a start on us to teaching her.” “Yoosung, honey… you really don’t have to.” “I know, but I want to. She’s gonna be my family one day too, right?”
  • And that was the first time he made you blush in the ame way you’re used to making him.

Jaehee

  • You warned her about your brother being a little… nonsense. You know the guy who dated a black girl on high school and think he’s such a hero for it? That guy…
  • So he’s super excited to meet your asian girlfriend. Yeah, he emphasized “asian” a lot.
  • “Whoa, you’re tall. I thought you Asians were all tiny and cute…” hum, okay…
  • “And you are a blackbelt in judo? Whoa, dragon lady, am I right?” wtf, dude?
  • And he keeps throwing totally out of line comments about her body and how she’s nothing like he was expecting from an Asian girl, since all the asian girls he knows are completely different.
  • “The girls he saw on porn, that is.” You whisper to her, and she giggles, but deep inside she knows this is so wrong!
  • And since he won’t stop, she’s starting to get really angry. She needs to put a stop to this before he does THAT question about asian girls having sideways vaginas, because he seems douchy enough to make it.
  • “I know you mean well, but please stop before you say something really racist… and sexist as well.
  • “Sexist? And… racist? Ah, come on! I’m not racist, I’ve even dated a black girl on high school and…” See? I told you he was that guy.
  • “Hum… and I can’t even imagine why she isn’t dating you anymore…  if you used her race as a fetish like you’re doing to mine right now, we probably have an answer.” “What are you even saying, girl? You should feel lucky that MC has a supportive brother who doesn’t mind her dating another girl, an asian girl.”
  • “Oh, racist, mysoginistic and homophobic. You’re the triple threat, huh, bro? I won’t feel lucky for you doing nothing but your obligation, especially when you’re doing it wrong!” “What’s gotten to you, MC? I’m your family, you can’t talk to me like that!” “You can’t talk to me and to my girlfriend like this either, if you’re family, educate yourself before acting like an asshole!”Well, she’s not happy on being the cause of a fight between brother and sister… no, forget that, his racism was the cause of this. And she’s so happy you two are on the same page of this.

Jumin

  • He made sure to pay for bringing your dad to Korea so they could finally meet. Despite of your protests of this being a bad investment.
  • He didn’t get it at first, but as soon as he met him, he understood.
  • Because your dad wasn’t even inclined to a handshake. He was a very serious cold man.
  • Jumin is worried if this has anything to do with those three days, did you mention the cage or something? Well, he wouldn’t be exactly pleased if someone trapped his daughter like he did to you…
  • He tells you that as an apology when your father goes to his bedroom to unpack, and you feel so bad. “Jumin, honey… you’re not the problem here at all…”
  • “What do you mean, MC?” “Well, I… have I told you my father used to work in the U.S.  forces, right?”
  • He has a solid knowledge in politics, so he knows your father is probably thinking about North Korea and the constant fear of the possibility of a war starting at any moment…
  • But… he’s south Korean, what does this have anything to do with North and USA? “Well, you know how ignorance works, especially when it’s related to nationalism…”
  • Right you are, but still… this is such a touchy subject, that shouldn’t interfere in your relationship. And… well, if his race is the problem, then your father is being racist, it doesn’t matter if politics are involved.
  • “Plus, if this war happens. USA and South will likely be allies, as it happened before, so no need for you to dislike me, sir.” Well, you don’t like the idea behind his point, but… he’s sort of right? “We are not all the same, sir. Please understand this and respect your daughter’s wishes of staying with me. I’m sure in the end you’re just thinking what’s best for her, and believe me, I’m doing the best I can in order to fulfill this position.”
  • Your father looks at him head to toes. “You’re smart and reasonable, I like that you’re different from the gooks I met in Vietnam.” And he offers his hand for that handshake, which… Jumin doesn’t take it,
  • The man is still racist and xenophobic after all. And you know this isn’t even close to an end…


Saeyoung

  • He’s really excited to meet your sister
  • Then you introduce them two and they’re both nice to each other and all.
  • At least that’s what he thought before overhearing you talking in the guest room.
  • “He’s adorable, MC, and he doesn’t look that asian.” Hum… what is that supposed to mean?
  • “What do you even mean?” “I mean, he’s… redhead, and has this cool outfit, where’s the nerd kid with slicky hair that’s really good at math or something?”
  • “He is really good at math, but you’re just repeating stereotypes, come on!” “Well, there’s a lot of truth in stereotypes, y’ know?” “There’s also a lot of prejudice.” Slaaay MC, slaaaay.
  •  “Ugh, MC, ever since when did you become so prudish? Jeez, people are so touchy these days…”  even though he knows he shouldn’t,  he speaks up:  “I know, right? People can’t even be racist anymore without being called out, that’s awful!”
  • “I… I’m not racist! I am super happy for my sister dating a guy regardless of his race and…” “Regardless? Oh my God!” you and Saeyoung  say at the same time.
  • “No, honey. Of course you’re not a racist, you’re just saying that your sister is some kind of angel for being able to see a normal person behind these slant eyes of mine, and she not minding my race is a favor she’s doing…”
  • “MC, are you really letting him talk to me like this?” “I guess I will, since I’m no angel. And you brought this on yourself.”
  • Of course he didn’t want to be mean to your sister, but he totally went for it when you told him he could.
  • But on a more serious note, he wants your sister to be educated at some point, it’s not good living in ignorance, and he wouldn’t that for someone so close to you, neither would you.
  • So you two will try to be patient and show there’s much more than that portrayal of the nerd asian boy.

Saeran

  • He wouldn’t say it loud, but he is excited about meeting your mother.
  • But you keep changing the subject and backing away on this.
  • And he doesn’t know what to think, why wouldn’t him to meet the woman who raised you? Oh… wait, he knows what this is about…
  • You’re embarrassed about him, ain’t you? Because he’s a freak and would definitely screw things up, of course!
  • He confronts you, and you feel so bad, especially because now you have to tell the truth: “I’m not embarrassed of you, I’m embarrassed of her…” the fuck?
  • “W-why?” “Well, she can be a little… odd.” Odd? How?
  • Doesn’t care, he wants to meet her, I mean, haven’t you heard about his mother? What could be worse than that?
  • And though maybe it’s not worse, is still pretty bad. “I’m not a racist, but I think pure genes are really important on a child’s brain development, so I would rather seeing my daughter with a white young man.” Oh my god…
  • He… doesn’t really know what to say, he kinda expected your mother would hate him, but because he is weird, not because of something he was born like and has nothing to do with his personality.
  • “Mom, that’s so… racist.” Hmmm, yeah, that’s the word he was looking for. “No, sweetie, I’m just thinking what’s best for you.”
  • “So are you saying you think your daughter would be happier with, say, a white guy who beats her up than with someone who likes her and respects her just because he’s not white? That makes no sense”.
  • “No, of course not… I… I just…” “Mom, trust me, just end this conversation here while you didn’t mess up completely.”
  • He’s so happy to know you have his back, and this is not only about his race.

V

  • He’s thrilled and slightly nervous about meeting your brother.
  • You’re nervous too, but for very different reasons.
  • You know those people who don’t consider themselves right-winged or left-winged, his political stand is moving forward? That guy…
  • And V was having very interesting conversations with the guy when he says this: “My sister is just like me, we don’t see race, we just see people.”
  • “Well, that’s nice, but it’s very easy for a white person to say that, you know? Since race doesn’t really play a role on their accomplishments and, most important, obstacles.”
  • “What do you mean? That white people don’t put effort enough to get things?” “No, I’m just saying that you get to face obstacles, but your race is not playing a part on this. I mean…  MC is white, but she’s a woman, so she won’t get the same wage as you in the same job, it’s the same thing with race, white people earn more for the same job in a lot of cases.”
  • “Now you’re just generalizing, don’t you think you’re doing…”  wait for it… “reverse racism?” Oh no…
  • “I… don’t believe such a thing exists.” “It does, look it up.”
  • “I will, then you look up on racial inequality in labor market, how does that sound?” “You don’t have to be condescending, you know?”
  • “I’m not, I’m just giving you a reality check you’re refusing to face. But I get it, it’s hard giving up on your white privileges.” “There you are being racist again.”
  • “Dude, even I know that is not a thing, just stop, you’re embarrassing yourself.” “Yes give up on your male privileges too and listen to the woman at least for once.”
  • Your brother scoffs “You two are such a postmodern couple.” “And you’re pedantic.” “Not to mention a little racist?” you and V say.
  • Well, this was a very clever conversation, and your brother seems smart, V can’t wait to educate him in a more proper way.

anonymous asked:

Hi~~ could I request a seokmin au?? This is a weird soulmate au I made up where you can think really hard to make certain things appear close to your soulmate? Like flowers, maybe notes, food etc. Haha if you don't understand just let me know and I'll elaborate, thanks!!xx

- everyone meets their soulmate at some point in their life
- some people have timers to tell, some have matching tattoos, some have dreams
- you unfortunately got the weirdest one of all
- if you concentrate really hard, you’re able to make objects appear next to your soulmate
- you discovered this at fourteen years old; you were starting to feel nervous when no sign of you having a soulmate appeared
- you didn’t have a timer on your wrists, your eye color didn’t change, and you were able to see the world in color just fine
- you were starting to doubt you even had a soulmate
- you thought to yourself “if only i could send something to them to let them know i exist, like a post-it note or something saying that”
- and seconds later….. this little pink note appears next to you and it says “who sent that??”
- your eyes widen in surprise for a bit because your thoughts have been answered?? but…. how??
- you think really hard and say “who sent THAT??”
- and you get a note that says “…me?”
- you couldn’t believe what was happening—you were able to make actual items appear next your soulmate?? you’ve never heard of this one before
- you didn’t want to believe it until your soulmate sent you the peach-scented moisturizer you requested and well…… there you go
- you discovered his name was lee seokmin and honestly all he does is tease you or he sends you the worst things at the worst times
- like once you told him you got in trouble for falling asleep in class, and while you were getting yelled at by the teacher in the teacher’s lounge, seokmin sent you a ringing alarm clock like really seokmin REALLY
- you like to send him things like that as revenge, like when you sent him a two-liter bottle of water while he was waiting in line to pee
- unlike other soulmates, you and seokmin can easily meet up but….. you’re not ready at all…..
- you’re so scared of disappointing him, so scared that you won’t meet his expectations….
- because of this, you always refuse whenever he asks you if you want to meet up (and you couldn’t be happier that your soulmate thing has limits; neither of you can make yourself appear next to the other. it only works with objects thank goodness)
- but he completely understands, and he’s kind enough not to go against your words
- you work at a café, and you’re in charge of the cash register that day
- it’s a pretty busy shift like always, but sometime in the afternoon, this cute boy walks up to the counter and just charms you
- he has the most beautiful smile you’ve ever seen
- the second he smiled, you could swear the sun shone a little brighter, and your day immediately brightened
- you try not to think too much about it because NO WAY are you cheating on your soulmate and NO WAY are you stealing someone else’s
- after punching in his order, you ask him “can i have your name for your order please?”
- and he says
- “lee seokmin”
- your hand freezes before the tip of the pen could come in contact with the cup, and you stutter “i-i…. sorry, what did you say your name was?”
- the customer repeats “lee seokmin” and your hand visibly shakes as you write his name on the coffee cup
- you force a smile and tell him “take a seat, i’ll be sure to bring it to you”
- when “lee seokmin” sits at one of the tables, you run to your co-worker jeonghan and shake his arm while saying “JEONGHAN IT’S HIM”
- jeonghan, who’s fixing the pastries behind the display glass case, says “who’s him??”
- you whisper “my…. soulmate” and jeonghan stands straight and says “no way. where??” and you point over to your “soulmate” who’s sitting at the table near the window
- he asks “are you sure??” and your face falls as you say “well…. he has the same name as my soulmate so MAYBE he is??”
- your co-worker facepalms as he replies “(name), LOTS of people have the same name” and you say “right….. i just assumed he was because i panicked…. he’s probably just some other guy named lee seokmin”
- jeonghan says “hey, you can make things appear next to your soulmate, right?” and you say “yeah, why?”
- he nods his head in seokmin’s direction and says “you want to make sure it’s really him? make his coffee order appear on his table. then you’ll know” before disappearing to the back to get more pastries
- you run to the back and tell jeonghan “but i don’t know if i want to meet him yet?? plus i look horrible today!!!”
- jeonghan says “from what you’ve told me before, i think your soulmate’s waited long enough. and whether you look bad or not, it’s your soulmate. he’d love you no matter what”
- you slowly walk back to the front, and you look in seokmin’s direction to see that he’s playing on his phone
- you nervously walk over to the counter to pretend you’re working on his drink, while you’re really just trying to calm yourself down
- “am i really ready for this?” you ask yourself
- but you think….. jeonghan’s right. if he is my soulmate….. he’d love me for me
- you clench your fists, concentrating really hard on the empty space on this lee seokmin’s table, and after several seconds…..
- a cup of coffee appears right next to him
- seokmin jumps in surprise and looks into the cup, turning in your direction with wide eyes, and that’s when you panic
- you both just stare at each other with the same shocked face
- and thank goodness the café’s nearly empty because seokmin suddenly jumps out of his seat and runs to the counter screaming “(NAME)!! I’VE FOUND YOU!!”
- he grabs your hands and jumps up and down excitedly like a little kid screaming “I’VE BEEN WAITING SO LONG TO MEET YOU”
- you answer by screaming “I’M SORRY I KEPT SAYING NO TO SEEING YOU, I WAS AFRAID OF HOW YOU’D REACT”
- he screams back “WHY WOULD YOU BE AFRAID OF THAT? I’D LOVE YOU NO MATTER WHAT—”
- you blush at words, screaming “SEOKMIN, WE JUST MET, DON’T START CONFESSING”
- “BUT WE’VE BEEN TALKING FOR YEARS NOW, OF COURSE I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU DURING THAT TIME”
- “THEN I GUESS….. I LOVE YOU TOO—”
- “CAN YOU GUYS QUIET DOWN?!”
- you and seokmin turn around to see jeonghan holding a tray of newly-baked pastries
- your co-worker then tells you “you know what? (name), just go take the rest of the day off, i’ll handle it”
- you say “what?! but jeonghan—” but he cuts you off and says “no really, it’s fine. you’ve just met your meant-to-be, i’m sure seungcheol would understand”
- you thank jeonghan and rip your apron off to join seokmin on the other side of the counter
- he hugs you the second you reach him and you laugh as you wrap your arms around him too
- jeonghan teases “hey, take it outside”
- grinning, seokmin takes your hand and drags you out the door, and you turn to see jeonghan holding up a thumbs up while mouthing “good luck”
- and you just nod and mouth “thank you” before turning back to seokmin and hold onto his hand a little tighter

thank you for your request!! ^^

anonymous asked:

I read several days of this blog and did basic research, but I still don't understand what's going on that led to #Norbury. Why are the Pike fics significant if they're not officially connected? I know ARG, but what does PTB stand for? Why do we have sufficient reason to bring Takei into this? I see the arguments about why /not/, but I don't see anything why /for/. Everyone's acting like these are things everyone already should know, but I can't find simple explanations?

Ok anon, strap in:

  • I believe the Pike fics are officially connected. Though it takes some extrapolation to get there (which I’ll explain in a moment), the content of the fics themselves are such that there would be no purpose or motive in writing them UNLESS you had the knowledge and opinions of a showrunner looking at fandom from the outside in. Read The Players for yourself.
  • “TPTB” means “The powers that be,” referring to the nebulous group of people in charge of Sherlock (in this case) who call the shots.
  • Dale Pike’s legitimacy comes from the assumption that the twitter elements of the ARG are real (imo, likely controlled by Joe Lidster). There’s a large network of these, I haven’t been super tuned in, but essentially, consider them NPCs that exist to wave flags and give us sidequests.
  • Our attention to Dale Pike came from parody twitters for two once-prominent members of the Sherlock fandom. These led to Dale Pike’s twitter, which, in turn, led us to their AO3. The AO3 contains a fic series called “Spoiling Sherlock in Real Time,” and has written and published several fics with info about s4 episodes prior to the episodes airing. Identifying Eurus as an imposter, that Sherlock would not be saying “I love you” to John, and…… jesus christ, just trust me on this? They predicted things they couldn’t possibly have known. Although it is possible for ao3 fics to be backdated, we know from the twitter and tumblr bots that update when new johnlock fic is posted that they were published when Dale claims.
  • These fics intricately express tjlc #moods, often featuring female audience inserts who bemoan about the existence of “The Good Story.” In several cases these inserts can be identified as specific Sherlock fans. Ashleigh @kinklock​, for example, is clearly The Girl from the Bus. (Yes, in the show too! That is why she LITERALLY LOOKS LIKE HER FUCKING CLONE.)
  • On the 29th, when most hope for a special was spiraling, Dale posted a plea that we tweet #norbury, complaining again about ALL. THIS. SHIT. Unfortunately, however, Moffat read his audience incorrectly, as they blew up the theater, and the audience fell into chaos. (READ THE FUCKING PLAYERS.)
  • I believe #norbury is the correct course of action because the emotional climax/resolution, post-bomb blast, is Steven (YES, STEVEN IS NAMED IN THE FIC) begging a lone remaining believer to PLEASE pull him out of the mirror well and to “TELL THE WORLD WHO I REALLY AM!!!!!” Capslock all Dale’s.
  • While I’m also willing to believe the bomb in the theater is about exposing canon johnlock (vs. blowing up the show with TFP), I feel like there’s no other real way to expose canon johnlock than complaining about how canon johnlock didn’t happen, AND with the who you really are thing, like, how else can we throw him the rope? What else is there.
  • Also in The Players, John and S are searching for the bomb, which they INSIST must be on the main stage. It must be (it turns out to be strapped to S(herlock) and John themselves–who, imo, might mean Moffat and TJLC), but as they’re searching John discovers two things: That it’s S who brought this dangerous bomb into the theater, and actually, oops, he doesn’t know how to solve the problem.
  • (This is debatable, because S and John have this whole conversation about whether or not this is a trick and he knows how to land planes, but this post is long enough as it is lmao.)

About twitter:

As far as I’m concerned, what’s really important is attempting to get #norbury trending at 7pm London Time/2pm EST/11am Pacific on March 4th and 5th. Whatever methods we want to use to try and get this to happen are up to the people that decide to play.

***WHY NOT TRY TWEETING TOMORROW, MARCH 1ST AS WELL?

George Takei comes from the fact that one of the NPC ARG twitters, I believe @contactWSSH, contacted one of the people organizing #norbury from the get go (I’m sorry idk who you are! pls message me if you want me to edit this and credit you!!!) and suggested that 1) If we can get someone with 50k+ followers to retweet our message, we will be trending within minutes, and that, 2) Why not try good ol’ George, elder of the gay tv community.

I personally feel that there is ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WRONG WITH THIS COURSE OF ACTION. Whether or not you believe contactWSSH to be legit, the advice about retweets is, and there’s nothing wrong with @’ing a celebrity on twitter. This is actually laughable and perplexing to me. I’m not wild about the concept myself, but one of the basic appeals of twitter is the ability to talk to verified celebrities. People are asking George to retweet shit all the time. This man almost certainly has interns fielding this shit. The worst case scenario I can possibly imagine is George seeing the tweets and going “huh.” If you’re down to believe that WSSH is Joe Lidster/TPTB/what have you, then you can further conclude that maybe George (or George’s PR team) has been NOTIFIED about this and is READY AND WILLING to help us try to make sure this happens.

Because in The Players, in its opening lines, the narration acknowledges that things aren’t going as planned. There are far fewer people milling around backstage than expected. Maybe, just maybe, imo, George Takei is a failsafe.

Hope that covered all the bases. 💜!

anonymous asked:

hc of mc and rfa+v&saeran breaking up because of something terrible that happened, but they still love eachother, and after the breakup they don't talk for like six months and when they meet again in like a coffee shop or something on accident they become friends again and after a few days they're like LETS DO A ROUND TWO SHALL WE!~? i'd be really really grateful i love your writing🌟

This is so cute!

~Omg my heart!

{Requests are Closed}


◉ Yoosung

  • It had been a while since you saw Yoosung
  • Or even talked to him
  • You don’t know how things ended up the way they did
  • Your relationship went from passionate to feeling more like roommates
  • Yoosung was always on his computer instead of spending time with you
  • And one night you couldn’t take it anymore
  • You packed up your things and you both were crying
  • Saying maybe it was for the best
  • You spent a lot of teary nights staring at your phone thinking maybe he’d call or text
  • But he never did
  • And you never did…
  • You were out shopping and decided to grab a coffee
  • After paying and grabbing it from the counter
  • A familiar voice called your name from a table across the cafe
  • You turned to see the blonde boy sipping from a cup alone
    • “Yoosung?” you called out
  • He waved you over with a smile and you sat down
    • “I can’t believe I ran into you here! How are you doing?” he asked excitedly
    • “Oh, I’m doing alright. Hey…”
  • You stopped to point at him
    • “Is that my scarf?” you laughed
    • “Oh…hah, yeah, it is.,” he blushed, “this is embarrassing but, I found it in the closet after you left. And it smells like you…so I wear it.”
  • He blushed
  • You two ended up talking for a long time after that
  • He seemed to have grown a lot
  • He was more into his studies
  • And less on the computer
  • You were leaving separate ways
  • When he called for you
  • You turned around to find him there beside you
    • “MC. I’m not that nervous young boy anymore. I can’t help but think that there’s a reason we ran into each other today. So…will you please let me take you to dinner? On a date?”

◉ Jumin

  • He had gotten into the habit of working extra long hours at C&R
  • When you confronted him about it he seemed like he wouldn’t budge
    • “MC. You keep bringing it up but you know my answer remains the same. I like to work. You have everything you could need in the penthouse, why are you being so difficult?”
    • “Yes. Everything but you. I’m not asking for a lot, Jumin. But I can see you aren’t willing to work with me, here. So I’ll leave. I didn’t sign up to be alone in a big house by myself every day and night.”
  • You packed up your stuff and left
  • It was almost like he was in shock and didn’t believe it was really happening
  • He just let you go
  • A few days after that he was sending gifts to you
  • Flowers and jewelry
  • But you turned them all away
  •  This wasn’t something money and gifts could fix
  • Weeks went by and months went by but you guys still hadn’t talked
  • You were out shopping when you heard a familiar voice from behind you
    • “That color would look really nice on you.”
    • “Jumin?”
  • You turned around to see him standing there smiling
    • “What are you doing here? In the women’s section?”
    • “I followed you over when when I saw you walking around”
    • “Why does that not surprise me?” you laughed
  • Seeing him now made your heart melt
    • “Why didn’t you accept any of my gifts?” he asked, a bit offended
    • “Why didn’t you call?”
    • “Because you didn’t accept any of my gifts”
  • You both were staring at each other
    • “It seems I approached this all wrong…” he remarked apologetically
  • You gave a nod that says ‘yeah, ya messed up buddy’
    • “Allow me to buy this?” he pointed to the dress you had been looking at, “it really would look good on you”
    • “Only if you’ll make time to actually see me in it”
    • “You are my number one priority from now on. I’ll tell you that 100 times over dinner tonight.”

◉ Zen 

  • You had to leave him
  • He was getting so caught up in work that it was like you never existed
  • He read fan mail more than he talked to you some nights
  • It hurt that you had drifted like this
  • You just told him you needed some time apart 
  • And he was seemingly too busy to drop what he was doing and try to convince you otherwise
  • Every time you passed a magazine with his face on it or saw something about him on the internet it made your heart hurt
  • You wondered how he was doing and if he missed you
  • But your life had to go on
  • You were going to a new musical that just opened up
  • One that, thankfully, Zen wasn’t in
  • You were a little chilly waiting outside for the show to start
  • Out of nowhere a jacket was draped over your shoulders
    • “What the-”
  • You turned around to see Zen
    • “You looked a little cold,” he grinned
    • “What are you doing here?” your heart skipped a beat
    • “I came to watch, I have some friends in the cast. What about you?”
    • “I was meeting someone.” you replied
  • You could see his face fall flat
    • “Oh…date?” he looked sad
    • “No, a friend, actually. But she apparently got sick and has bailed on me last minute.”
  • He perked up a little at that
    • “So…is there anyone you’ve been seeing?”
    • “No,” you laughed, “what about you Mr. Big Time Star?” you poked his chest
  • He grabbed your hand and held it in his own, looking at you directly in your eyes
    • “No. Of course not. You’re the only thing I’ve been thinking of since you left.”
  • He kissed your hand
    • “Well, then. Allow me to escort my lady to the show. I can’t have you sitting by yourself. Who knows who might try and approach you…”
  • You went back to his place afterwards

◉ Saeyoung

  • He started to push you away again
  • You wanted so badly to stay and help him work through his emotions but he just wouldn’t open up to you
  • He was barely sleeping and started to avoid you
  • You felt like you had no other choice
  • You could tell he was hurting when you left
  • But what more could you do?
  • It was eerie not talking to him anymore
  • Not seeing his smiling face around
  • Weeks and months went by with no word
  • You were really worried about him
  • One late night you went on a chip run to the convenience store
  • One bag of Honey Buddha left!
  • As you grabbed for the bag a hand reached over your shoulder to grab at the same time
  • A familiar jacket on the arm
  • You snatched the bag and turned around
  • Your heart was racing
    • “Saeyoung?”
    • “You got my chips,” he huffed
  • It made you laugh to see him pout
    • “You mean my chips? Seeing as I got them first.”
  • He put his hands out to signal he wanted to play you for them
  • It was your usual way of settling qualms
  • It was like you had never broken up at all
  • Like the months had just been a bad dream and here you were fighting over chips
    • “Alright then,” you nodded
    • “ROCK-PAPER-SCISSORS” you said in unison
  • Saeyoung slapped his head when you won
    • “Have fun with your Lays!” you snickered from the cash register
  • He followed you out of the store and into the dark
  • He was just
  • Following you
  • You felt a tug at your arm
    • “How about round two?” he was looming over you seriously
    • “Of rock-paper-scissors?” you clutched the chip bag
    • “No. Of us.”
  • He pressed his lips into yours
  • You dropped the bag of chips

◉ V

  • You found a photo of Rika in the closet inside an old box
  • You admit now that you may have gone overboard
  • It started with a small argument
  • And eventually you left
  • You knew he cared for you
  • But you needed time to sort out your feelings
  • You were grabbing some coffee from a cafe you enjoyed
    • “Double-shot mocha!” the barista called out
  • However another person grabbed for the cup at the same time and ended up with your hand
    • “Oh, I’m so sorry! I guess we ordered the same drink,” V smiled
    • “V?” you said rather too excitedly
  • He couldn’t see but recognized your voice
    • “What are the odds?” he chuckled in that melodic way of his
    • “I didn’t know you still came here?”
    • “I can’t stop after you showed me this place. It…reminds me of you,” he smiled
  • You were glad he couldn’t see how much you blushed
  • Seeing him now made you understand how much you missed him and how stupid this whole mess was
    • “V…I-I’ve been meaning to-”
    • “Are you hungry?” he cut you off
    • “Um..yeah. Yes! I am.” you smiled
    • “It’s not much but I can manage my way around the fridge enough to make a sandwich. Shall we take our coffees back to the apartment?”
  • You almost skipped
    • “That sounds lovely, actually.”
  • He reached out to feel your arm, snaking his hand down until he found your own and grabbed it

◉ Saeran

  • Saeran was hard for you to read
  • Sometimes he was so distant that you didn’t even know if he liked you
  • You knew he had trouble sorting out his emotions…
  • But the pain on your heart at giving affection to someone you were beginning to wonder hated your guts, was pretty taxing
    • “If that’s what you want…”
  • It was his cold response to your mention of a break
  • You thought you saw the slightest hint of sadness in his eyes
  • But he didn’t say anything else
  • Just looked away and shrugged it off
  • You tried to continue life as usual
  • And at night you fidgeted with the necklace he gave you
  • It was one of the only keepsake you had from him and although it had been months, you never took it off
  • You wondered if he even gave you a second thought
  • That hurt the most
  • You waved goodbye to your friends after a late movie
  • It was a nice night and you just enjoyed walking alone
  • Three people approached you as you attempted to pass them on your way home
    • “Hey, pretty lady…you’ll be coming with us now.”
  • You clutched your purse, trying to decide whether you could outrun the,
    • “Touch her, and you little shits are dead”
  • You turned around to see Saeran
  • One look from him had them running
  • You stood there in shock staring at him
    • “What kind of idiot walks alone in the dark like this,” he scolded you as he walked up
    • “W-Well…I-”
    • “You’re lucky I was watching you.”
    • “You were…watching me?” you said, puzzled
  • He stood over you now
    • “I’m always watching you,” he admitted, “and I’ll always be there to protect you.”
  • You couldn’t help but cry a little bit
  • “He did care…”
    • “Hey-hey, cut that out.”
  • He wiped your cheeks
  • Kissing your forehead before pulling you into an embrace

anonymous asked:

I'm going to go to high school next year and I don't want to end up like 7th and 8th grade year right now. And I mean by being extremely last minute and messy. Do you have any tips for High School? Thanks :)

Hi! Well it sounds like you have the perfect premises - a fresh start with new teachers (probably?) and it seems like you’re willing to change something! I’ll try my best to give you some quality advice, but if anyone has tips they want to add, please feel free to do so!

1. Not Being Last-Minute

In other words, beating procrastination. I’m not really the best to ask since I don’t usually procrastinate, but here are some great masterposts on the subject: 

Generally, my number one tip would be to just start. Even if it’s five minutes – at least you did something! And five minutes easily turn into 40 because once you’ve started, things get easier as the task isn’t some huge abstract and intimidating concept, but just one page of words in your textbook. 

If by “last minute” you mean “late to class”: Set your alarm earlier and try to stick to that routine every day. Make sure you have enough time in the mornings for breakfast, getting dressed, and everything you need to do without being in a rush. If possible, take an earlier bus/train or leave ten minutes earlier if you walk. Pretend your lesson doesn’t start at eight (or whenever it does), but a quarter of an hour earlier. If you’re ten minutes late then, you’ll still be five minutes early.  

2. Stop Being Messy

  1. Organisation: 
    1. get a good calendar and bring yourself to actually use it!! Write down assignments, deadlines, to-do’s and everything you need. Bullet-journals are also an option, but they usually cost more time and can lure you into procrastination very easily. Find out what works best for you! 
    2. Get folders/binders for every class, if you want to in different colours, in which you put every single worksheet. Every. Single. One. If you frequently find yourself saying “this worksheet isn’t hole-punched so I can’t put it in my folder, I’ll do it when I get home” (but you never actually do it and it ends up crumpled up somewhere), you might want to look into portable hole punches. 
    3. Pack your bag the night before with all textbooks and folders you need the next day. Always bring pens/pencils, water, and notebooks/paper for notes. Also keep in mind you may need special equipment for P.E., arts, and maths. 
    4. Always do your homework. 
  2. Notes: 
    1. Your notes don’t have to be super Aesthetic™, but they should meet two criteria: One, they should exist, and two, they should be legible so you can actually study with them. 
    2. To make them exist, always have paper and a pen in front of you in class. Don’t listen to the voice in your head telling you “You don’t need to write that down, you’ll remember it!”. Chances are, when you’re in exam stress, you won’t remember it. 
    3. Write down whatever your teacher writes on the blackboard, and always correct mistakes you made in your homework (don’t erase the mistake, just write the correct solution in the margins so you’ll remember where exactly you went wrong). 
    4. Ask. Questions. Studying with two pages full of notes about a topic you don’t understand isn’t easy. 
    5. To make them legible, you should use a good pen that doesn’t smudge or hurt your hand after five minutes. You don’t have to rewrite your notes unless you feel like it helps you with your studying. 
    6. You can do basic colour-coding without rewriting your notes by using highlighters or fineliners to underline keywords in class. 
    7. Put the date on your notes. Having things in chronological order in your folder makes revision easier, usually. 

By the way: I know from personal experience that being a good student in grades 7 to 10 is often looked down upon by classmates who think that being lazy is cool, for some reason. If that’s the case at your school, don’t listen to them. You’ll be the one with amazing grades and a good education in the end! 

I hope this helped! Have a nice Monday, and good luck in high school! :) 

bereftandbreathless  asked:

(part 1/2) For the recent anon requesting feral Bucky. I hope these fit the bill and are to their liking > Bound by yellow_crayon; all they see is scars by yellow_crayon; The Madman by fannishliss; To You I Belong by Anath_Tsurugi; So you're telling me bros usually don't fuck together? by Masamiya; Steve Care for Beginners/Dummies by yvngp; Situation: Normal by redcigar; Original Programming by zetsubonna;You Just Had To Make It Weird by IamShadow21; I've Always Been Yours by Taste_is_Sweet

(part 2/2) For the recent anon requesting feral Bucky. I hope these fit the bill and are to their liking > Ask Me Again by XxAngelicMurderxX; wilted by macabre; Safe From Harm by Odsbodkins; Hot as Blood, Cold as Steel by marlowe_tops; Blood by leveragehunters (Monkeygreen)

Thank you for writing in!

Bound by yellow_crayon

You become responsible for what you’ve tamed.

(Bucky comes back to him slowly. Steve is with him every step of the way. The Avengers help out as best as they can.)

all they see is scars by yellow_crayon

A mysterious weapon makes Pre-serum Steve appear in the present day.

The rogue Winter Soldier mistakes him for his one true handler.

The Madman (sex work and related slurs) by fannishliss

Steve is hired by Zola to document his lab experiments. When the experiments extend to a human “volunteer” Steve decides enough is enough.

To You I Belong by Anath_Tsurugi

The first time the Winter Soldier sees Captain America, he can’t help but think ‘mine’, even though he has no idea why.

So you’re telling me bros usually don’t fuck together? by Masamiya

Bucky doesn’t remember exactly what is acceptable or not in society, and just does whatever he wants, like the asshole cat he seemed to become. It appears quickly that what he wants is to end all forms of personal space, and make all of the Avengers coming near Steve’s appartment very, very uncomfortable.

Steve Care for Beginners/Dummies by yvngp

Bucky learns how to take care of Steve.

Situation: Normal by redcigar

AU wherein Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers never met, Steve somehow manages to rescue the Winter Soldier anyway, and Avengers Tower ends up with the world’s angriest duckling and a whole new brand of entertainment.

-

(“He was dragging him out of the river,” Natasha argues later.

“Nat, be honest, he was going for the Full Monty.” Says Clint.

“I’m pretty sure we interrupted him in the middle of giving ‘emergency CPR’,” Tony agrees, “Or the stage after emergency CPR. Emergency Dick? Is that a thing?”

“That’s not a thing,” Natasha and Clint reply.)

Original Programming by zetsubonna

The Winter Soldier has gone off the grid. Sometimes he’s in his own head, sometimes he isn’t. He can’t remember the mission. He can’t remember what he was thinking at the museum. Everything comes in and out.

The Man on the Bridge wasn’t right. Something about him was wrong.

He took a break to wreak havoc on his former masters, and when he returned, The Man on the Bridge was the way he was supposed to be:

smaller.

You Just Had To Make It Weird by IamShadow21

Steve and Sam are in the middle of nowhere, the absolute opposite of civilisation, just following a lead on Hydra and checking in to a cheap hotel and finding an awesome diner with great food and even better looking pie.

Then Bucky Barnes turns up and ruins everything.

I’ve Always Been Yours by Taste_is_Sweet

Bucky’s in Steve’s apartment when he comes home.

(It warms him, though, to think of Bucky using his apartment, that he might feel comfortable there regardless of how he got in. It makes Steve happy to know that Bucky’s been able to eat decent food and get clean, hopefully feel safe enough to sleep. And the fact that Bucky went to Steve’s apartment, out of all the thousands he could have chosen anywhere in New York City…

Well, Steve doesn’t want to think too hard about that part, because he doesn’t want to hope.)

Ask Me Again by XxAngelicMurderxX

“I took back what they stole from me, Steve. Now it’s your turn to take back what they stole from you. So I’ll say it one more time. Ask me again.”

wilted by macabre

The Winter Soldier’s new mission is to guard and protect. It’s a command that is not understood well; the asset has always been unleashed to kill, torture, kidnap. Not to guard anything. They don’t directly tell him what it is he’s guarding until they take him to it the next morning.

It is a man. A very small man. Delicate in a way that makes him uncomfortable because he knows how easily he could kill him, without trying, without looking.

AU: Steve is taken by HYDRA to be a guinea pig, and the Winter Soldier is assigned to guard him.

Safe From Harm (rape/noncon) by Odsbodkins

After the supervillains have won, they auction off the Avengers. Even though the Winter Soldier does not have the money to bid, he knows that Captain America belongs to him.

Please heed the warnings: this fic features graphic depictions of violence and sexual assault, a physically and sexually abusive relationship, and mentions of suicide.

Hot as Blood, Cold as Steel by marlowe_tops

Conversations in an abandoned bunker. The asset isn’t sure of many things, but he knows that the man from the helicarrier is valuable and needs to be protected. And until he gets some answers, he’s not letting the man from the helicarrier out of his sight.

-

The subject lies back down, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “My head’s pounding.” He lifts his hands, presses them to the bridge of his nose and sighs before placing them back over his belly. “So, what now?”

“Now I keep you,” the asset responds, the words escaping him involuntarily.

There’s a line between the subject’s brows as he looks over. “What’s that mean to you, Buck?”

“It means you belong to me.”

Blood by leveragehunters

In a world where magic is as commonplace as electricity, HYDRA worships a god who craves order through death. They used His blood to create fierce Soldiers then enslaved them by chaining their souls.

The man who was James Barnes is the last Soldier, the rest having been put down after succumbing to the call of the Blood. One night, out of control after a mission, the increasingly unstable Soldier runs into Steve Rogers. Instead of being turned into a red smear on the ground, Steve successfully talks him down. HYDRA decides to keep him. The Soldier’s the last one they’ve got; if Steve can keep him calm he’s going to do it whether he likes it or not.

Like fractious racehorses have companion goats, they hand Steve off to the Soldier as a kind of pet. But studies have shown pets can ease depression, despair and loneliness, lead to an increased sense of safety and well-being, and provide a source of protection and unconditional love. HYDRA really should have reviewed the literature before they decided to give Steve to the Soldier. Especially since, once Steve Rogers is involved, protectiveness can get slightly out of hand.

Music Series: Don’t Leave by Snakehips & MØ

Thank you for the ask, sweet Anon! I’m really enjoying doing the requested stories for my Music Series. I hope it will bring new songs and/or artists to people who don’t know them, and that everyone will enjoy my interpretations through story.

I took a slightly different spin on this song than how I think it was intended when written, but I like how it turned out.

Here is my story for “Don’t Leave” by Snakehips and . You can find this song on Spotify at this link: https://open.spotify.com/track/0Zx8khUcEfCFK2AEoIhC92

xo

Shelli

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You know me, now and then, I’m a mess

Please don’t hold that against me

I’m a girl with a temper and heat

I know I can be crazy

“What are you still doing with this girl, H?” Jeffrey asked Harry in frustration. “She’s all wrong for you! You’d have to be blind not to see it!”

“I know,” Harry says, shaking his head. “I don’t know what it is, Jeffrey. I just…”

“You’ve got to lose this girl before she causes you trouble,” Jeffrey insists.

“Jeff, you just don’t understand,” Harry insists. “She’s…” Harry sighs heavily. “She has some kind of hold on me that I can’t explain.”

“Hold of what part of you?” Jeffrey snipes and Harry shoots him a look. “It’s sex, H. And I can’t imagine it being so amazing that it’s worth how crazy she is.”

“You have no idea,” Harry says, closing his eyes.

“The sex or the crazy?” Jeffrey says.

But I’m not just a fuck-up, I’m the fuck-up you need

I don’t hear nobody when you focus on me

Perfectly imperfect, yeah, I hope that you see

Tell me you see ‘Cause I know that you’ve been thinking 'bout it

You hear Harry moan loudly in your ear as he pounds you into the wall, sunk completely inside of you with each thrust. You bite his lip, tugging it, nearly causing blood before releasing it and biting his neck, sucking until the blood at the surface of his skin is a dark purple.

“Fuck!” he yells loudly.

You shove him backwards as he falls on the bed, climbing on top of him and swallowing him with your hot, wetness. You grind on him, knowing he wants it slowly at first so he can last longer, but you quickly speed your motions, wanting as many orgasms as you can manage while he’s a tower inside of you. You grab your breasts, the feeling of him inside of you so deeply making you crazy, before you feel his hands on your hips, lifting you off of him quickly, as he gives you a look of not pushing him.

“What’s wrong, baby?” you tease and smile. “Am I too much for you?”

He breathes heavily before quickly pulling your body higher until he brings your wet heat down onto his face, letting you know exactly what he thinks.

Don’t leave, shut your mind off and let your heart breathe

You don’t need to be worried. I may not ever get my shit together

But ain’t nobody gonna love you better

Don’t go, what we have here is irreplaceable

No, I won’t trade this for nothing

I may not ever get my shit together

But ain’t nobody gonna love you better than me, yeah

Love you better than me

“I don’t know what this power is that you have over me, love…but I can’t seem to say no to you,” he says breathless, lying sweaty and panting on his back in the bed.

“Good!” you state, trying to catch your own breath. “Shouldn’t be saying no to me anyway. Love it, don’t we?”

“Babe, you know we’re not good for each other,” Harry admits. “I have to be careful of how I’m perceived for my career, and you don’t give a flying fuck what people think of you. Oil and water, love.”

“You don’t give a flying fuck what people think of you, either!” you berate. “You just follow the rules anyway. Besides…you’ll never find anyone who’s gonna love you better than I can. What we have is amazing.” You roll over and climb back onto Harry and began seducing him again. “Don’t leave, baby.”

“Love, no,” he starts, but you don’t let up as you kiss him passionately, rubbing your body against his, and soon finding him unable to control himself once again.

In a room full of people with you

I don’t see anybody else, no

When we fight, and you’re right

So sorry, I make it just so difficult

Harry was nervous when he saw you at his gig, looking at Jeffrey, knowing he was going to get yelled at later for it. Harry quickly walked to where you were, pulling you into a dark hallway.

“What are you doing here? I though we decided you’d stay home for this one. Jeffrey’s in a mood lately,” he says, noticing how sexy you look in your short dress and thigh-high boots.

“No, you decided I’d stay home, not me,” you smile as you kiss his jaw, your hand grabbing his crotch as he instinctively pulls away sharply.

“Oh my god, baby, don’t do this, not right now, please,” he begs, but you already see the look in his eyes changing, as you continue rubbing his growing protrusion. You feel his hands grab your ass roughly under your skirt as you kiss him fiercely.

“Just a little, baby,” you whisper in his ear. “You have time. Want you primed for your show, don’t we?”

Harry looks at you with love or lust, he wasn’t sure which, and thought maybe both. You hear him groan in desire as he kisses you deeply, his hand finding you and cupping you, already feeling your growing heat, panties soaked. Harry grabs your hand, pulling you into a little room and slamming the door closed.

“Turn around,” he says quietly. “Fuckin’ turn around!” he orders, moving behind you as you face the door of the little room. You hear Harry unzip his pants, then send chills through you as he speaks against your ear. “Been a fuckin’ bad girl, darlin’. Gonna have to teach you a lesson.”

Your breathing become rapid as he manipulates your body as he desires, a smile on your face the whole time.

Sitting in the living room, You look at me, I stare at you

I see the doubt, I see the love, I have and it is all for you

Let me wrap myself around you, baby

Let me tell you you are everything, you are

Losing my words, I don’t know where to start

Need to talk, be there shortly’, was all the text from Harry said.

You knew what was coming. Harry tried to convince you regularly that you were wrong for each other, that what you had together was only physical, prompted from his management, you were sure, but you knew deep down, that you both felt it was more.

As he sat on your sofa with a cushion in between his body and yours, you sat staring at each other. You knew where he was coming from. You knew what he dealt with in his life, and if word got around that he was dating you, it would be like shit hitting a fan. But for weeks and weeks the two of you had been managing to keep your relationship private, and you knew he was enjoying it just as much as you. You weren’t exactly sure that either of you were in love…at least not yet…but there was definitely more there than just sex.

“I think it’s best if we not see each other anymore,” Harry says bluntly, as if he had been rehearsing it over and over again to be able to say it plainly and clearly.

“Do you?” you ask with raised eyebrows. You see him look at you. “Okay, so leave,” you say calmly.

He looks at you confused. “What?”

“I don’t want you to leave, but I’m not going to keep you here if you don’t want to be with me,” you reply.

“I just think…” he starts.

“Do you?” you ask again. “Do you think we’re not good together, Harry? Or does your manager think it? Or someone you work with…because I’ve not really met anyone for them to be able to judge me honestly. You keep me hidden away from everyone.”

He frowns slightly, feeling a bit badly about that.

“I can’t concentrate when I’m around you, babe,” Harry admits. “You’re…well, a distraction, if I’m honest.”

“Hm. Okay, let me ask you this…” you begin. “When you’re writing, and you’re stuck, feeling like you can’t…create, what do you do?”

Harry thinks. “I usually either go for a walk or a run, go to the gym, listen to some music, have some food…and I’m usually good after that and it starts flowing again. Why?”

“So you give yourself a distraction, and become creative again?” you ask him. He realizes you outsmarted him and he smiles. “Distractions aren’t always a bad thing, baby.”

He looks at you intensely, knowing he should leave, but that draw…the pull…that has always been there, keeping your hold over him…he’s too weak to it.

“I’ve told you before, Harry,” you say, keeping your distance on the sofa. “Nobody will ever love you better than I will. Nobody will ever make you feel the way I make you feel, I promise you that. If you’re willing to take that risk, lose that and maybe never find it again…then leave. No hard feelings.”

You watch him as he is mulling your words around in your mind. You see his jaw tense and his breathing increase, as he gets that familiar look in his eye. As if he were a wild animal pouncing its prey, Harry leaps across the sofa and onto you, making no mistake at what he wants.

He’s going nowhere…..

Don’t go, What we have here is irreplaceable

No, I won’t trade this for nothing

I may not ever get my shit together

But ain’t nobody gonna love you better than me, yeah

Love you better than me

anonymous asked:

Hello! I was wondering if you could write a scenario where MC has no control over the world she's in and it gets restarted on them over and over on them. And MC gets the feeling they have to save V and expose Rika earlier on in the "game"? Like they get fed up with no one listening to realising so she flat out tells V she knows about Rika, and then he has to do something about Saeran? Maybe some Angst? How would that play out? I don't know if this makes sense, sorry.

I think I understand, I hope you don’t mind where I went with this. I’ve always liked the idea of MC being the one trapped in the world, and not being able to control restarts, I’m not sure why. 

You were over it. You’ve been through everyone’s routes, all the good and the bad that came with them. You watched yourself tear the ones you loved apart again and again, you failed miserably at saving them, and when you finally ended on a good note; it restarted.

Your life restarted again, you suddenly found yourself with your phone in your hand and ‘Unknown’, who you knew was really Saeran Choi, questioning you. 

At first you feared breaking reality, you were afraid you’d say something wrong and time would reset, or reality would fall apart in front of your eyes. But after realising no matter what you did, time would reset after the 12th day, you stopped caring about how reality was going to handle you. 

Your first attempt at changing your fate was with Unknown. When he messaged you, you wrote a long and hard explanation on how you knew he was Saeran, on what Rika had done, and how Saeyoung didn’t intentionally abandon you. He kept denying it and begged you to go to the apartment, and then you decided to help Saeyoung find his brother and rescue him from mint eye. But, even after Saeran was safe in the bunker, and you took the picture with the RFA, time reset and you started again. 

You tried so many different things to just get out of this hell. You went to mint eye before you even stepped foot in the apartment, you exposed Saeran and Saeyoung on the first day of meeting the RFA, you even triggered the bomb to go off. 

But it didn’t matter, time reset, you lived, and they forgot. 

You were running out of options, but you still had one thing to try. You were going to wait until V entered the Chatroom to talk to him. Of course, you couldn’t do it on the first day, they’d probably kick you out straight away. You waited a few days until he came back to announce the date.

It didn’t matter whose route you were on, you were nice to everyone, you were just focused on seeing a Chatroom open with V’s name under it. You didn’t have a very solid plan; you were probably just going to say it outright. 

Finally, V’s name appeared in group chat, next to Saeyoungs and Jumin’s. You took that as a good sign, seeing as normally there is only one other person in the Chatroom with V. You took a deep breath before entering and started the beginning of the end. 

V: MC, I’m glad to see you’re here. 

 

V: How are you?

 

MC: I’m good, but I have something to discuss with you. I’m afraid it won’t be very pleasant.

 

V: Is there a problem, MC?

 

707: MC MC!!! 

 

707: What’s Wrong!!!

 

707: problems with in the RFA???

 

MC: I’d appreciate it if none of you would talk until I’m finished, I’m afraid getting my point across will confused you. 

 

V: Please feel free to tell us whatever is bothering you, MC. 

 

707: We’ll fix it! Meow!! 

 

Jumin: Do not meow as if you are a cat. 

 

MC: I know about Mint Eye, and Rika, and Saeran

 

Sure, that seemed like a good place to start. 

MC: I know Rika’s alive, I know what Rika did to Saeran and I know she’s mentally unstable. V, I know everything that has happened between the two of you.

 

V: MC…

 

MC: Please let me finish it will be much less painful.

 

MC: I know Saeran’s brother was taken into an agency to learn hacking so he could save his brother. I know Rika tortured Saeran into thinking he was betrayed. 

 

MC: I know what she did to you, I know your vision is impaired and you’re going blind. 

 

Jumin: MC I think you should stop talking about think you don’t understand. 

 

MC: I do understand! I know you can’t believe what you’re reading, I know what I’m saying sounds insane, but I am not lying. 

 

MC: V, I know about the Mint Eye blueprints in the drawer behind me. Trust me, I know you love Rika and you want to protect her.

 

MC: But if you don’t go there now and help Saeran, if you don’t stop what she’s doing, people will die! 

 

MC: I am begging you, stop her, get her the help she needs before she ruins anyone else’s life. 

 

V: That’s enough, MC. 

 

707: How do you know that name? Saeran? What does she mean Rika tortures him, V? 

 

V: How could you possibly know all that MC? 

 

V: Who told you all of that? 

 

V: Was it Unknown?

 

MC: Haha….

 

MC: you wouldn’t believe me even I told you.

 

MC: Unknown is Saeran Choi, by the way. 

 

V: MC, clearly this Unknown person has fed you lies, im sorry, but Rika is dead, and I don’t know who Saeran Choi is. 

You dropped your phone as you felt any hope you had left leave your body. You knew he was lying out of love for Rika, but your life was falling apart, like it had been for the past several months, and you couldn’t bring yourself to feel sorry for him. 

Drastic times call for drastic measures. 

 

MC: I can’t force you to believe me.

 

MC: But I’m going to Mint Eye. 

 

MC: I’m sorry, Saeyoung, V, Jumin, I’m so sorry for everything. 

 

MC Has left the Chatroom

You took a deep breath before leaving the apartment, you stopped in the hallway and looked up at the camera. You knew Saeyoung would be watching, you gave him a sad smile before leaving. 

You didn’t drive, instead you took two trains and a few buses, it was a pretty long way away, but you wanted to stay updated on the group chats incase something happened.

Yoosung and Saeyoung believed you, Yoosung believed you because he didn’t trust V. Saeyoung knew you weren’t lying, even if he didn’t know how you knew. You weren’t surprised when you arrived within the area of the Mint Eye base, and you saw V. 

 

“You were right” he told you, you blinked at him several times, making sure you heard him right. “Please let me talk to her, maybe I can get her to stop” 

You agreed, waiting patiently and quietly outfront. You didn’t know how it would play out, but you prayed something else would happen. 

15 minutes passed.

 

30 minutes.

 

An hour

 

An hour and a half.

You thought back to the time you and Saeyoung broke in, and followed in his footsteps, asking him to shut down the security beforehand. You made your way in, and tried hard to search for Rika and V. 

You felt like crying out of frustration when you saw a familiar scene. Saeran had a gun to V, and Rika was looking down on him and threatening him. V Looked desperate, and you felt your heart break again. 

You saw the look in Saerans eye, one you’d seen before, and you made your move. If V died, time would repeat, but maybe, just maybe, if you saved him, would it change? 

You had to try.

You ran forward and jumped in front of V at the very last second. The bullet hit you instead of V, and you slammed into the ground with a searing pain in your side. 

MC!” You heard V yell.

MC?!” Saerans voice asked. Your vision started to blur as you looked up at V, who looked frantic and out of sorts. 

Help them, save Saeran” you told him, before looking past him and up at the sky “please make it stop” 

You weren’t asking anyone, you just wanted it to stop. You couldn’t handle it all, and it was weighing on you. You hoped now it would end and everything would work out, even if you didn’t want to die, you couldn’t repeat this life over and over. 

Your eyes closed and you saw nothing.

Your eyes opened and you saw a screen with a stranger asking for help. 

anonymous asked:

Hello! I am an avid Destiel shipper, and I love your meta (Destiel and otherwise)! I am glad that supernatural has reached the point where they can have queer characters that don't die (what happened to Charlie still pisses me off though). However, as obvious as Dean and Cas' love and possible future relationship is to me, it's not so obvious to others, and I sincerely doubt that they'll ever do anything about it. If something happens in Season 13, what do you think they'd do? Thanks! <3

Hello my lovely!

Thank you so much, I’m very happy to read you’re enjoying my meta! (makes my heart go an extra big thump-thump!)

And I do apologise for this reply taking forever. I get inspired and feel I want to write a long response and then I know it’ll take half a day so then I postpone and I shouldn’t and, again, my apologies. 

I love this question and have been pondering it since I got it - as well as working my way through some meta posts which I suppose goes someways to telling you what I think they might do. But let me focus my thoughts.

Firstly, I understand that doubt is there, because there have been so many times over the years when they’ve suddenly pulled back on the Destiel of it all.

Dean and Cas have been separated by:

  • Delusions of grandeur (Cas in cahoots with Crowley, to then believe he’s God)
  • Death (Cas returning the souls to Hell, releasing the Leviathan)
  • Mental illness (Cas healing Sam)
  • A need for redemption (Cas choosing Purgatory)
  • Gadreel (human!Cas and Dean could not get cosy in S9)
  • Self-sacrifice (Cas saying yes to Lucifer)
  • Self-defence (neither thinking the other loves them for all of S12, Dean acting defensive as fuck, shutting Cas out because he wants to let him in so bad it hurts)
  • MISCOMMUNICATION (a big theme throughout their courtship)

So, here’s what I think S12 has built towards - open communication.

This doesn’t just go for Dean and Cas, though. It goes for all three of Team Free Will, because I feel TFW has been slowly moving towards assembly for all of S12, and I want them together, working together, planning together in S13.

If Cas wakes up human - either in that sunrise that seems to be promising to peak over the mountains by that lake where he died (which would be glorious, but which I doubt, simply because it’s too soon for him to come back given the magnitude of the REBIRTH that seems unavoidable here), or when crawling out of his grave after the brothers bury him - human!Cas will facilitate the Destiel story line becoming integrated into the surface narrative of the show.

To me this feels the most logical, but please know that I might be so so wrong.

Why does it feel logical?

Because the surface viewers (or the casual viewers), as you say, do not see the romantic love between Dean and Cas.

So what to do?

They will need to build the romance up from scratch to make it believable to the casual viewer. 

How to do that then?

Well, how about we position all three of our main characters on a threshold, where all of their arcs have come to a peak and is ready to move into a new beginning for each of them.

  • Sam will Lead and MoL
  • Dean will tear down more walls while letting Sam Lead and MoL
  • Cas will be reborn, with all that this rebirth will entail

Thresholds.

New Beginnings.

The writers can opt to move into S13 with all they have set up in S12 - all that chaos and calamity that will work as a pressure wave of deepened threat and uncertainty in S13 - and anchor us in the new leaf each of our main characters are turning. It will make the season feel fresh and interesting. 

Either way, though, whatever happens, I know they’ll make it so damn awesome I can’t wait to see what they have planned for us!

To my mind, human!Cas would feel like Cas, but there were always things Castiel couldn’t partake of fully, that human!Cas can: food, drink, breathing the air, wanting to be alive, learning what that want means, falling properly in love, feeling longing, and misery, and longing for Dean, and carrying that overwhelming fear over from Castiel’s heart, that his love isn’t reciprocated.

Castiel has felt frustration. He’s felt sadness. He’s felt hopelessness. But he hasn’t been able to deal with these emotions because “It’s all so confusing” as he says in S11 after finding Dean’s porn on Dean’s laptop. (exclusively of women, of course) All of it’s always been so confusing to Cas. He feels so many things, but he can’t quite make heads or tails of his feelings. 

So this is something the writers would tackle, humanising him, grounding our beloved angel so that he can finally make the choice of where he wants to belong, not where he thinks he should belong or could belong or has to belong.

As for Dean, he’ll just be so damn happy having Cas back that I can see him following him around to make sure he’s ok, being overly attentive, unable to hide his emotions, and the casual viewer will take note. As they took note of the mixtape in 12x19. 

These gestures, if they make Destiel part of the surface narrative, and I can’t see why they would backtrack (seriously, the love story arc is peaking along with the individual character arcs addressed above so for them to backtrack now would hurt the narrative they’ve been building for so many years) (they won’t do that), these gestures will then cement the fact that Dean and Cas are in love with each other

Then again, Cas might come back a powerful angel. *shrug* We have no way of knowing for sure, of course!

But if they do what I believe they’re about to do, the writers will weave Destiel into the surface narrative slowly, out of necessity, so that the surface viewers who really couldn’t care less will just shrug and go, oh, okay, so they’re doing this now, while giving the middle finger to the viewers who gag and walk away. (walk away gaggers) (good riddance)

This is partially why I feel pretty confident that Cas will be back early in S13. Because I do so firmly believe in the love story of it all, and I do understand the precarious situation the writers are in of introducing it into the surface narrative.

It will take time, and many episodes, and a fresh feel about it, as with every other arc poised for New Beginnings in S13.

The mixtape was the first thread for Destiel to be woven into the surface, though.

It was the first visual manifestation of there being anything more between these men than brotherhood and friendship. (ok so I would say there have been about one thousand of these) (um trench coat in the trunk of Dean’s car for a year and handing it over) (yeah casual viewers) (SHAME on you)

All the other threads are just waiting, dangling on the wind, and oh will they make the prettiest tapestry EVER!

anonymous asked:

The fandom has become so toxic, Matty. I don't even know how to stay here anymore without going berserk. Uttering a single word gets me such backlash it makes me weep. I've blocked and muted and everything in between. Nothing works. I don't know why I'm telling you this but please help me. I don't know what to do anymore.

Oh, anon. I’m so, so very sorry to hear this. Have a hug, first and foremost.

I’m nobody to tell you what to do but since you left this in my inbox, I cannot leave this unanswered. 

Trust me, we all have our moments. I did as well and I took a break because sometimes that’s the only thing you can do. So, you do you without any hesitation.

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again - the thing is that the fandom is sentient. It’s something that I realized a while ago but this fandom is sentient. It holds so many people within itself, from different backgrounds, cultures, genders, and what not. Imagine every difference you can conceive and put it all together under one blanket. So many thousands of people with so many different energies. And all of it feeding the fandom. Nobody is a nobody. Every single one of us is important. Everything is symbiotic.

For me, fandom is a sentient being. When there is a great moment (think the teaser for 3x20) it thrives and lives spectacularly. When there are hard times (think entire season 5), it slumps and sighs in weariness. The fandom lives because of us. We hold the reins of its life, and as so many different people, it’s inevitable that the lows will come with the highs. It is also inevitable that there will be people who disagree with you, people who’ll never like you, people with whom you’d never mix. But there are also people who would. Those are the ones I focus on.

I love Oliver. I love Felicity. Together and as individuals. I love them because they are not perfect. I love them because they are flawed human beings who make mistakes and learn and persevere through situations that break people. They inspire me and I love them. 

I may not agree with the show sometimes. (I definitely don’t) 

I may think the story sucks sometimes (I definitely do) 

I may think the characters deserve better most times (I absolutely do) 

I may miss the old way (I really do) 

I may want to smack Oliver on his head or shake Felicity sometimes. (I do)

I may want to invade the Writers Room and change the scripts (a lot)

But that does not change the one basic fact underneath everything - I connect to Olicity. (Even when they’re going through the bad times, I connect to them)

And that’s the entire point, anon. All of us are here because, despite our numerous differences and stands, at some point, we connected to them. We are united by one simple thing - Olicity. 

It’s not just a ship or a phenomenon anymore. It’s a way of life. And life has a way of being harsh sometimes.

Everyone has a right to their opinion and they should - that’s what makes everything dynamic and stops us from being sheep. Sometimes it gets rough, sometimes it’s smooth. But the most important thing is that this fandom is here because of the connection each and every one of us feels to Oliver and Felicity.

I know sometimes things become very bleak. Sometimes I get upset too, it’s unnatural not to. Thankfully, I have friends I vent to in those moments and they smack sense into me. And with that sense, also comes a reminder. About not just the bad, but the good of this fandom.

This is the same fandom that unites with a fierceness that’s unbelievable when faced with adversaries. This is the same fandom that put everything else aside and got together for a week during MTV Ship of the Year to grab that victory for our babies. This is the same fandom where Person A may not like Person B but they’d slay any outsider raising a finger at them.

I agree it has it’s hard moments, but it has those moments too that will remain with us for the rest of our lives, experiences that we couldn’t have gone through anywhere else. I like to focus on those usually. As long as people know what they are here for, that Olicity is the core of this fandom, it’s all good. I am not here for everyone who agrees or disagrees with me. I am here for Oliver and Felicity and my connection to them. This is my happy place, not naturally, but because I try my damnedest to keep it so.

So, do what makes you feel happiest here, anon. Take a break if that’s what makes you happy. Leave or stay if that does. Meet people or sit in your own corner, ignore what you don’t like or take a stand- it’s all on you. Choose your battles, as they say.

It’s like writing a story (and I’m using this analogy because this is who I am). There may be people who hate it, people who tell you they hate it, people who criticize everything harshly. But there are also people who believe and encourage and take the time to give you the best of their love. That’s who you focus on. That’s how you keep writing.

Have your own opinions. Stay strong to them. Respect what others say. They have a reason for the way they feel too. We don’t know where anyone comes from and being judgemental is the easy path, not the correct one.

Live and let live. Do you. Be happy. Try and make the most of the good bits.

Because we are in a relationship with Oliver and Felicity. And relationships are not easy, but then, 

Sith Culture

In my feeble attempt to bring a bit more into worldbuilding and storytelling, I shall tackle a bunch of little things within Sith Pureblood culture.

I had to add the “read more” cause it’s looooonng……

Disclaimer: Please note there will be things on here that I don’t agree or condone when applied to ~REAL LIFE~.
(it should be obvious, but this is tumblr so i gotta say this)

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