this had to happen and i'm not even sorry

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Baseball AU: Trost Districts baseball club; Titans.
It's too embarrassing.

hey, to all mlm fans of voltron: please know you are not a fetish and you are not whatever is assumed about you by some people in the voltron cast. I’m so sorry you guys had to see that, and that it even happened. you deserve to feel safe, loved, and supported in this fandom.

  • Ren: ...and that was the day I met Nora.
  • Ruby: Wow. You two had already been through so much before you even met each other and Ren, I'm so sorry about what happened to your parents.
  • Ren: Thank you, Ruby. Destroying the Nuckelavee has brought me a long awaited sense of peace.
  • Nora: Yeah and a date with me, finally! Honestly you can be so clueless at times.
  • Ren: I'm the clueless one? Who thought I was a girl for the first three years of knowing each other?
  • Nora: Hey! It's not my fault! The long hair and pink stripe threw me off.

anonymous asked:

I will seductively lie next to you on your couch and aggressively whisper figure skating terms into your ears

It’s a common proverb, to think before one speaks.

(Perhaps Yuuri’s issue is that he speaks, then thinks.)

“Please forget that I said that,” he begs Victor, burying his face in his hands in a desperate attempt to keep his coach from seeing his flushed cheeks. “That was… It made sense in my head, I didn’t mean it… Um, I didn’t mean it like you think that I meant it.”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed,” Victor promises. “I’ve been told that before, you know. Plenty of times.”

Yuuri peers at him between his fingers. “You have?”

“No,” he admits, then chuckles. “At least, not so directly.”

If Yuuri could shrink, could disappear, then he would. He considers making a beeline for the door, but that might only worsen the situation, so he stays where he is, hopes that Victor will drop the subject.

Victor puts a hand on his shoulder and the touch is so unexpected that Yuuri jumps, but doesn’t move away, meeting his eyes and searching desperately for any sign of mercy. He knows by now, though, that Victor seems to have a selective memory, and that he’ll never forget this. “I’m flattered, though. That you think my accent is so sexy.

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I’m so proud of Lionel.

 He stood up for what he thought was right even though there were risks. Despite Silvio was against it, and despite he is shy and nervous, he took the mic and started talking. He revealed the truth and expose the donors.

He can seem weak but he is SO brave. No one had the courage to speak up and say what was really happening, but HE DID. 

 I love his character development and I need to see more. I hope we get a season 2, eventually.

"why don't you like frozen?"
  • what i mean: It's a film that, essentially suffers from an existential crisis throughout the entire two hours it runs. There's no world building whatsoever, leaving too many unanswered questions the audience in regards to the magic and lore of the land. It's inferred the trolls know everything there is to know about magic, but it does not explain how Elsa recieved her powers in the first place, leaving a pretty big unanswered question. Also, the decision to take a fantasy race usually isolated from magicks as the main sage magicians was an ...interesting choice, and would have worked out a bit better if the world was built up more. The plot is all over the place, with there being no clear antagonist until the final arc of the movie. Is the Duke of Weaselton supposed to be the antagonist? No, and he honestly doesn't even belong in the movie: in what way does this character move forward the plot? He doesn't, so why is he given such emphasis? Is Elsa supposed to be the antagonist? Through the film the audience is constantly being given conflicting views as to whether or not we are supposed to sympathsize with her or hate her, and we're never given our answer until the final arc of the movie, which is, ironically, when the real antagonist show his face: Hans. Since he is introduced as he antagonist in the final arc, it makes Hans' development as a villain feel rushed and unnatural. Such a sudden heel-face turn from charming benevolent prince to cold-blooded killer feels wrong, and considering there was no foreshadowing or dramatic irony leading up the reveal, it comes as a shock to even the most watchful moviegoers. Beyond the shock response, there is no reason for the audience to hate Hans, making him an ineffective villain all in all. The audience only hates him because he betrayed the trust that was willingly given in the first half of the film. Yes, he wants to usurp the throne and kill everyone off, but wouldn't that incentive be more effective if it were presented as such from the beginning of the movie? Give the viewers hints and clues that he is not what he seems, making the reveal of his plan much more suspenseful. Additionally, if it were addressed from the beginning, a large amount of the aimless plotless wandering that plagued most of the first three-quarters of the movie would be practically non-existant. In addition, the shock factor response wears off eventually; the impact of his betrayal means less and less to the audience each time they watch it. Part of the reason of the weakness and confusion in the beginning also stems from the fact that the movie is trying to juggle too many characters. Many named characters are completely unneeded and did not need to steal screentime (and by extension, valuble character development) from the main characters (Anna, Elsa, Kristoff, and I guess Hans). And the lack of character development is bad. Really bad. Anna doesn't feel like a real person, even by Disney standards. Elsa is a bit more believable, but her "development" is rushed and inferred instead of shown to the audience as it should be. Why was there such an emphasis on the parents in the beginning if they were only going to be killed off for plot fuel? And as an audience member, I did not feel any sadness for their death or for how Anna and Elsa were grieving. Having Elsa locked in her room for upmost of ten years was just...weird. There was absolutely nothing that justified it, making the isolation feel like a cheap way out for the writers to transition from childhood to adulthood. And beyond that, Arendelle is shown to be a peaceful kingdom, so it makes no sense that Anna would not be allowed to leave the castle and walk amongst the city. If magic exists in this world, why was Elsa locked away? Why was it a secret? All of these questions stem from weak worldbuilding that justifies very little of the events of the movie. There are so many unanswered questions that rise up from what happens inbetween childhood and adulthood. Is there a puppet monarch? Was magic seen as something negative or unknown? Why the trolls. Why the trolls. I'm sorry I just do not understand the trolls. The romantic subplot again ties into making the trolls feel even more forced and unneeded and the Hans reveal stale, I don't need to go into this. From a technically standpoint, the animation is subpar compared to its contempararies. Rise of the Guardians, a movie made a year before Frozen, had better ice effects. The particle effects and textures were nothing to write home about and the numerous clipping issues are clear evidence that the final product was rushed. The character design is the biggest complaint everyone has heard the most, but, Jesus Christ, oh my god it's bad. There's virtually no variation in character design. The facial structure of all the women are practically identical. Elsa, Anna, their mother, even Rapunzel all look 100% identical. Perhaps that wouldn't be such a problem if their body types were the same as well. There's no power of silouette in the film, something that is absolutely crucial to animated film, making Anna and Elsa blend together not only in the film, but in the industry itself. They do not stand out. They are blank and bland. The music is the only good thing, and that's only considering some songs. "Let it Go" and "First Time in Forever" are strong, powerhouse showtunes that actually move the plot forward, as songs in a musical should, but "Fixer-Upper" and "Love is an Open Door," while good, solid songs, do relatively nothing for the plot can could be omitted without sacrificing anything. "In Summer" is a total joke song that literally fades into nothing--I could not recall the tune if I tried, and "Do You Wanna Build a Snowman?" has a lot of potential but is, esentially, the same chorus repeated with little to no transition three times. It doesn't help that the song is also the most awkward contrived timeskip in the history of awkward contrived timeskips, again because it is never explained why Elsa is locked in her room at all. And the trolls and the--oh god. Please, all artists and writers, do NOT overlook the importance of worldbuilding. Even the dialogue is mediocre and does nothing to immerse the characters into the world around them. The resulting product is nothing but two hours of mediocrity masquerading as the best film of the decade in commercialization and ticket sales, but ultimately does nothing but leave a bad taste in the audience's mouth and will encourage Disney to continue making mediocre movies because they know they will sell and sell well.
  • what i say: because it's a bad movie
Cheater

Theo does something bad and the reader does something worse. Turns out Theo had done something worse. 

Originally posted by stilinski-jpeg



Y/N P.O.V  
I had had an awful fight with Theo. He had been out with a couple of friends and gotten too cozy with a stripper. He swore he didn’t do anything with her but I didn’t believe him.

Then I didn’t something even worse

I woke up in Isaac’s bed. Since the fight with Theo, I had been staying there. The first night I got here I was upset and hurt and wanted to make him feel just like I did. I did the most awful thing I have ever done. I didn’t even think about Isaac.

“Y/N IT’S FOR YOU” Isaac yelled from downstairs. I quickly got up and pulled on some of my sleeping shorts and my shirt that had been thrown off my body the night before. I ran down the stairs only to be met by the blue eyes of my soon to be ex-boyfriend. He looked like he hadn’t been sleeping and there was a bit of confusion behind his look.

“Hey” I whispered looking at the floor. I was not in the mood to even deal with him after what he had done. But now I had done something even worse. Theo and I were never broken up and what I did was the thing I swore I would never do, cheating. Theo stepped in and looked at me up and down. I’m almost sure he could smell Isaac on me.

“What happened here last night,” Theo asked giving Isaac the death stare but as soon and his stare fell on me his eyes turned soft and loving.

“I'm… I am so sorry” I answered. I knew he knew what had happened. He could see it as soon as he came in. he could smell it as soon as he came in. He could sense it on me. On Isaac. I didn’t know what to tell him. Nothing I could say would make him stay. But he didn’t yell. He didn’t get angry.
He just left.

“Okay…” he quietly said as he dropped my hand he had taken just seconds ago.

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@koitoshi asked for Kenma and Kuroo wearing glasses and i was like siGN ME UP

Us: “BB18 is so shitty. Fuck this show.”

Julie Chen: “Consider this…BBOTT this winter.”

Us: “Fine!!!”

*BBOTT happens (morgandidntdeservetowin)*

*We get excited for BB19*

Us: “BB19 is even worse than BB18!! I’m dead ass serious like I swear to God FUCK BIG BROTHER!!”

Julie Chen: “Sounds fake but ok. How about CBBUS this winter!!”

Us: “I will die for you, Julie Chen.”

riverpiscean  asked:

I know that Undertale is unfortunately almost completely dead at this point, but I gotta say that you developed your Chara so fucking perfectly that I honestly wish I could meet him irl and get to know him. This sounds awkward I'm sorry but I had to get it out there ._.

thank you! yknow, even though i dont draw undertale anymore, i still look back fondly on all the stuff i made with chara. tbh, i really put my heart into the character, as if i were making an oc. and thats pretty much what he was, considering the difference between him and canon. i actually played with the idea of just taking him as my own character (with changes of course) but it didnt really happen. anyways, heres a doodle for old times!

Your Move

The nine times Simon and Baz prank each other and the one time they don’t

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

March 29

Simon

Technically, I might have cheated a bit.  Then again, we never clearly laid out any rules.  We never actually decided that each player had to wait until the next day to lay their trap, it was just sort of understood.  So if I made preparations the night before, I would say that it’s completely fair.  After all, how can you break a rule if none were ever written?

           When Baz gets up before me to use the shower, I hide my grin under my blankets.

           I dress as the water runs.  

           I take the planned precautions and double-check that I’ve remembered to wear my necklace.

           When the water shuts off, I take my position, sitting on my bed with my back against my pillow, waiting.  The picture of calm, even though I’m buzzing with anticipation.

           I count down in my head as I hear the curtain slide back.

           Three, two, one…

           “SNOW!”

           Zero.

           “Problem, Baz?”

           “WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?”

           “I should think it would be obvious.”

           “YOU’D BETTER START RUNNING, SNOW!”

           I don’t move.  I stay exactly where I am and straighten out a crease in my shirt. Crowley, I’m starting to act like him.

           There’s a steady stream of cursing from the other side of the door.  Normal cursing, not magical cursing, though he sounds angry enough to curse me right off the school grounds.

           When he cracks the door open, he doesn’t lean around to look at me.  

           “Oh, come on,” I tell him, “get it over with.”

           He takes a step forward and emerges, wearing only a towel around his waist, half of his body hidden behind the door.  Part of my brain registers the fact that I’ve never seen him with this little clothing on, but I’m very much distracted by his hair.  It’s slicked back with shower water, a few strands hanging in front of his eyes, and it’s blond.  Yellow-blond.

           A smirk takes control of my face.  “Well, that clearly worked, then.”

           “Do you have any idea how bloody dead you are.”

           “Could you hurry up in there?  I’d like to use the bathroom.  Oh, and it’s your move.”

           He slams the door in my face and I bury my laughter in my pillow.

           He takes an exaggeratedly long time to get ready, probably to spite me, or maybe he’s busy trying to magic the bleach out of his hair.  Trixie told me it was extra-long lasting, but it is only Normal bleach with no magical properties.  Maybe I did charm it to be a bit stronger, but he could probably magic his hair back to normal if he tried long enough.  I just wait on my bed, studying my nails casually like I assume he does when he’s tormenting me.

           When Baz finally reappears in the doorway, he’s fully clothed and his hair is still blond, but it’s different now.  It’s dry, and instead of yellow his hair is a soft white. He hasn’t slicked it back like he usually does, just lets it fall around his face like snowflakes.

           His skin is so pale that white-blond hair shouldn’t look good on him.

           But it does.

           It’s light and soft and it makes his heavy gray eyes look gentle, even though he’s currently using them to shoot daggers at me. It’s striking against the green of his uniform, and it’s like he’s turned from a vampire into a wood elf, tall and elegant and smooth.

           His hair looks so soft, freshly washed like this, that my hands actually twitch.  I want to take a lock and rub it between my fingertips.      

           Crowley, it looks good.

           There’s a lurch in my stomach, unfamiliar and cold, and I don’t know what it means.  Not that it matters, I’m definitely not thinking about my stomach right now.

           “I thought I told you to run,” Baz growls through his teeth, his cheeks pink.  Maybe from shower steam, maybe from embarrassment.  I wonder what my cheeks look like right now, with how I feel them heating up.

           “I’m not stupid, Baz,” I reply calmly, even though there’s a weird shiver working its way down my back.  “If I leave the room, you’ll just throw me down the stairs or something.  This is the safest place for me right now.”

           “Maybe I’ll throw you out the window and let the merwolves have you.”

           “Try opening the window, Baz, see how far you get.”

           “What did you do to it?”

           “Nothing serious, just a simple precaution, but you won’t be getting it open.”

           “What if I carried you out the door?”

           “You’d have to fight me to get me there, and I don’t think the Anathema would like that very much.”

           He seethes at me for another few seconds before storming out the door.  I can hear his angry steps all the way down the tower.

           I stay where I am for I don’t know how long. It’s like I can’t move, and my stomach is still feeling hollow.  Not in a hungry way, more like someone took one of my organs out and left a giant empty spot, and now the rest of my organs are frantically shifting around to try and fill the space.  I’m cold and hot at the same time.

           “Crowley,” I say aloud to the empty room.

           It looked good.

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           Penny and I are out on the hill when she sees what I’ve done.

           “Mor-gana, Simon,” she breathes, her eyes wide.  “How are you even still alive?”

           I shake my head, watching Baz as he disappears into the castle.  His hair is even more ethereal in the light of day.  I can only imagine what he would look like if the sun were shining.  He’d have a fucking halo.

           “The better question is, why has he left it like that?” Penny muses, squinting at the doors even after Baz has passed through them.  “Couldn’t he magic it back to normal?”

           “Maybe the dye is too strong.”

           “How exactly did you pull this off, anyway?”

           “I poured hair bleach in his shampoo last night.”

           She shakes her head with a disbelieving laugh. “Crowley, Simon,” she says, “when is this game going to end?”

           I shrug.  I hadn’t thought about it.  “When there’s a winner?”

           “And how do you determine a winner?”

           “Maybe just until one of us concedes.”

           “I know you two,” she scoffs, “that’s not going to happen.”

           Something about her saying you two makes my heart beat a little louder in my ears for just a second.

           “So let me get this straight,” she continues. “First you changed his sugar into salt, so he turned your scones to rock.  Then came the necklace thing, and the glue on the doorknob.  I know he kept turning your music up yesterday, but there’s something missing in between.  Did you forfeit that day?”

           “No.”

           “What did you do?”

           The memory is sour and I grimace.  “I don’t want to talk about it?”

           “Why?  Did it not work?”      

           “I cursed him.”

           “So what?  He’s cursed you loads of times.”

           “I gave him nightmares.”

           Penny doesn’t answer for a second.  “You did what?”

           “They were only supposed to be minor ones, but something went wrong, they were never supposed to hurt him.”

           “How bad were they?”

           I want to scrub the memory from my eyelids. “I had to wake him up because he kept shouting.”

           “Simon, that’s… terrible, actually.”

           “I told you, they weren’t supposed to be scary.”

           “Still, you attacked the mind.  Worse, you attacked the subconscious.”  She looks at me like I’ve taken her food without asking. “Does he know it was you?”

           “I don’t think so.”

           “Is that why you didn’t get mad yesterday when he pranked you?”

           “Why would I get mad?” I shrug.  “I deserved it.”

           “Huh.”

           “What?”

           “I never thought I’d see the day that you felt bad for hurting Baz.”

           I shake my head.  “He might be a twat, but you didn’t hear him.  No one deserves whatever he was dreaming.”

           Penny watches me thoughtfully.  “Hmm,” she muses.

           “What?”

           “Nothing, just… maybe you guys don’t hate each other as much as you think you do.”

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           Baz’s hair is still white-blond later at night when we turn in.  I still have to consciously remind myself to stop staring at it.

           He hasn’t said anything to me since this morning, but I don’t think it’s because he’s mad.  More just the normal silence that exists between us when we’re not actively fighting or shouting abuse at each other.

           I wonder as he turns out the lights if his hair has always looked so soft, or if I’ve just noticed it now.  When he turns it black again, will I still have the urge to touch it?  Is it something I’ve always wanted to do but only just realized?

           A thought occurs to me as his breathing starts to deepen across the room.  “Hey, Baz.”

           “What, Snow?”

           “We match.”

           It’s ridiculous and not even close to true. My hair is the blonde of honey, while his is currently the blonde of fucking snow, but that makes it even more ironic and, naturally, even more funny to me.

           Baz doesn’t say anything, just sits up and punts one of his pillows at me, and I can’t hold in a giggle when it hits me.

But imagine what it was like for Aimeric, falling for Jord when he thought that the Regent (gag me) was his One True Love. Jord, who respected and liked him as a person, not just for being pretty and malleable. Jord, who gave him attention and approval freely, because he’d earned them, not just to get something out of him. Imagine what it was like for Aimeric to find himself in bed with someone generous and tender and kind – a lover instead of an abuser.

Imagine what it was like to realize Jord still cared about him, even after what he’d done, that even if he couldn’t exactly forgive him Jord still couldn’t bear for bad things to happen to him. That Jord would cash in any sway he still had with the Prince to get mercy for Aimeric. Imagine what it was like to realize, this is how it feels to be loved, and see how little resemblance it bore to what the Regent offered him.  

dagurdewhite  asked:

Sorry to sound so ignorant, but I saw your earthquake post. Is this the same earthquake that happened a few days ago or did Mexico have another massive one?! =[ Either way, I'm glad you're alright, even though you don't know me. XD

No. We’ve had two different ones. I know it’s confusing, it’s not ignorant at all. 

One was 8.2 and hit Oaxaca and Chiapas (Gulf of Tehuantepec). This one happened on the 7th of September at midnight (literally at 11:59). 

Yesterday, 19th of September we got hit by a 7.1 earthquake closer to Mexico City, Morelos and Puebla (right at the center of the country). This one happened around 1:19pm so kids were at school and people at work (I was in class at college). Mexico City is very densely populated so many people are hurt. Over 240 people have died and many haven’t been found (rescue works are still going on).

Ironically, yesterday’s earthquake happened on the 32th anniversary of a similar earthquake that happened in 1985 (which also hurt and killed a lot of people). At 11am we had an evacuation drill to commemorate this earthquake. Little did we know that we were really going to use that information 2 hours later. 

My country is strong and so many people are helping out on the streets. There have been many places that have begged people not to help anymore because there’s too many on that location. Still, much help is needed. 

Hundreds of buildings are hurt and in danger of collapsing. 

If you want to help, Amazon has opened a special wishlist of products needed. You can buy them and they will deliver them to the people here that need them. They are constantly updating on what it is needed.  

dejected-daydreams  asked:

Could I get the Blackwatch boys comforting their S/O who suffered emotional abuse and them trying to reassure her that she is beautiful and good enough? Sorry, I just had a problem in my family with this and so I am in a foster home until earliest Tuesday and I'm having a really hard time coping with it and I'm so scared of what is gonna happen:(

That’s rough, man. I know there’s not much I can do apart from write you these imagines, but I hope it helps even a little. Take care of yourself alright? Talk to your friends. Find something to keep your mind busy, if you can. Hang in there. <3


Gabriel Reyes

  • He’d be frank, just walk in to visit you and sit next to you on your bed and cross his arms
  • “Are you thinking about them again?” You look away. “Figures,” he adds. You immediately drop your shoulders and look down at your feet, feeling ashamed.
  • “Don’t look at me like that,” he adds, getting up suddenly and holding his hand out for you to take, “let’s get out of here.”
  • What occurs is an impromtu date where he just drives and there’s these long stretches of silence as he ends up stopping at a residential street in the middle of the night
  • And he puts the car in park and then looks at you “…Talk. Tell me what happened.”
  • He nods and listens, refraining from commenting too much apart from the occasional question. Eventually when you start crying he sits out with you in the street as you cry against his shoulder, and he just holds you there, petting your back
  • “You sure do cry a lot.” You look up at him incredulously and he just laughs, “at least I finally got a reaction out of you…”
  • He ruffles your hair and finally begins to tell you the reason why he brought you out to somewhere so far away from the base- he prides himself on being a tough as nails commander and he still is, but when he wants to care for you he wants to make sure he’s far from it, and won’t be contacted by his superiors or his fellow Blackwatch kids. He wants to devote his entire attention to you
  • “You’re worth more than what anyone tells you, including me, including your family. Good and bad.” When you look at him totally lost he explains further, “your self-worth is made by you. I can tell you that I love you, I can tell you that you mean the world to me and to not believe what they tell you, but it’s up to you to decide for yourself who you really are and what you’re really made of.”
  • “You’re right, Gabe.” you finally add, putting your head on his shoulder, “thanks. I guess I needed someone to be straight with me, you know?”
  • He puts his arm around you, “good. Now let’s drive to the nearest bar and get a drink- that nitwit convict got into some awful shit today and my head’s still aching from it.”
  • He takes you out on a relaxed night on the town, telling you funny stories about the past few missions which almost always involves Jesse fucking up and you love it. <3

Jesse McCree

  • This is young McCree. Which means things are about to get 10,000x more extra than ever needed
  • Because GURL he gonna grab a guitar and serenade you as soon as he can get there, annoying all of your neighbours, all of your peers, he doesn’t care
  • Some Suggestions: “Love in the Air”, “Need a Little Sunshine”, “Wrong Side of Love” (the last refrain of the last one especially it gets yelly and fun) (I have a weakness for Dan Layus as young McCree you’re free to put in whatever love song you want)
  • Did I mention by “as soon as he can get there” I mean after a mission?
  • Which also means it’s probably like 2AM on a weeknight your neighbours will look at you weird for a couple weeks on account of your boyfriend
  • He’s had the human decency to shower and change his clothes but odds are he still looks like an idiot (this is young McCree have you SEEN what his sense of fashion is?) and he’s STILL wearing that ridiculous belt buckle and big dumb boots thinking he’s Tough Shit
  • He’s not the best singer and he’s not exactly crooning to you from your driveway, he’s shout-singing. Which is loud and hilarious and you have to open your window frantically telling him to STOP but he can’t hear you he’s just like “What? You want me to sing louder darlin’? Hell yeah I can, I’ll sing as loud as you want me to <3” JESUS CHRIST MCCREE
  • You run down the stairs and practically burst out of your front door to drag him into the house before one of your neighbours tries to murder him for waking literally everyone in a city block’s radius lawd the boy can shout
  • The entire time you’re angrily whispering at him trying to not get shrill, like “I can’t believe you would do something so stupid! Why would you think it was a smart idea to show up at 2AM and fucking holler into my window like that?!”
  • He just gives you this dopey smile like, “But darlin’, there ain’t nobody I’d wanna sing for but you. You know I ain’t so good with the words, I can’t write you no poetry. No big novella, no nothin’. But I couldn’t just let you suffer like you did today without so much a peep could I? Sure I’m maybe a couple hours late… but it’s the thought that counts don’t it?”
  • You blink at him, then lower your head, “well…it was pretty sweet of you. Even if it did wake up my neighbour’s dog.” (there is, by the way, still a dog barking two doors down as you guys head inside)
  • He grins cheekily and gives you a big wet peck on the cheek, “Glad you appreciate it baby. But the night ain’t over yet, and I got a whole night of seranadin’ romance in me, I promise ya!” “Jesse, no.”

Blackwatch!Genji

  • You’re quiet throughout the day, but knowing Genji (especially now, being exceptionally more distant and timid), he doesn’t act on it
  • He sees you easily tearful for no reason, avoiding contact with anyone else and being constantly distracted or nervous
  • He doesn’t want to say much at first, opting for observation- but he’s going to piece together what’s wrong with you pretty quickly and be direct once he’s sure
  • He perks up when you randomly announce you’re going out on your own “for snacks” and he asks you softly. “Wait.”
  • You stop at the door and immediately your defenses are up, you start to feel scared and nervous because now you’re being reminded of them
  • But he shakes his head when he sees you, then very gently places his human hand on your shoulder, “face me, please.” you reluctantly obey and he asks, more like urges you, “Are you upset about your family?”
  • “I’m fine, really,” you try to wave him off, “did you want anything from the store?” “Y/N, that is not the case for you is it?” “You got me.”
  • He tugs you over with his human hand and awkwardly hugs you, trying to hold you to his chest. You can clearly hear the rumbles of the machinery that keeps him alive, and that faint sound of his heart idly thumping in your ear. It’s soothing to you, knowing that underneath of so much cold steel, there is something human, and soft, that remains
  • “You do not have to speak more, if you do not wish to. I remember…what it felt like, in my own family as well.” You’re quiet when he tells you that, nodding gently, “…I know. I’m sorry. I feel like I don’t have the right to say anything…considering what’s happened to you.”
  • “That is not true. Your suffering is still your own, and it has affected you profoundly…in some ways, to have completely severed my ties is more comforting than to continue to have those that you love, capable of hurting you at any time.”
  • Even though a lot of the time you know he’s felt intense anger and abandonment, he’s calmed down considerably since meeting you. It’s just been so hard for you to notice just how much you actually mean to him, until he does something so emotionally open and expresses all that directly in front of you
  • “I want you to know…that all of the family I will ever need, is what I have found in you.”
  • He says it with such emphasis, and to know that you are so valued and loved by a man as battle-hardened and distant as Genji means the world to you. <3

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anonymous asked:

Hi;) just wanted to say that I rewatched the undercover mission with jikook for the 56262th time and what I see each time is that they were so in love in that video, all heart eyes and smiles, laughing and being cute, not caring about the camera...a true iconic moment...

ikr there are some videos that have gone down in jikook history and this is one of them… first of all let me add to your list of cute things that they do in that video the smooth and unnecessary hand-holding because?????

and i personally love how when jk read what the mission was about he was like “but we don’t usually say “thank you””, but right after that this happened:

jk: jiminie hyung

jm: what

jk: you look handsome today

jm: thank you

(writing this made me remember another iconic jikook mission where jk failed bc he couldn’t get jm to tell him to stop. like he can’t make jm say “stop it” after trying really hard but got him to say “thank you” after the first try and i think that’s beautiful)

also let’s not forget the historical context for this video ok (it happened in osaka the day before jm fainted during a fanmeeting which led to jk having to replace him even if he looked like he had just cried AND then gave us the wonderful moment in the gif below the next day during “for you”)

…so yeah every time i watch that video i can’t help but melt and remember all of The Jikook in Osaka Events and melt even more.

anonymous asked:

ok let's talk about stigma! what were your intial thoughts about it? favourite lyric? how often have you listened to it? thoughts about tae's comment that he always wanted to make a song like it..............

let’s fucking talk! ok my first thoughts lmao well stigma (the lyrics not the song) was more or less my introduction to BTS and it got me here so……..yeah my first thoughts were this is a……. coming out song,an actual fucking Gay Anthem 

it really fucking resonated with me especially as a Gay™ that was brought up on very traditional values and in a religious heavy environment and actually hearing the song just completely cemented that because taehyung is an emotive singer, you can easily understand what he’s feeling at the time he’s singing something (see also: the hug me cover listen and cry my kid is a very emotional Emo Gay™) and going from those very high to very low notes (god fucking bless the astonishing vocal range on that boy) lent those already amazing emotional lyrics and the narration an even stronger emotional punch, which is not surprising since he had a hand in both the lyrics and composition, my boy is a fucking musical genius:’)

i could go on and on about the analysis of every lyric (i literally can i’ve listened and gone through it a thousand times i’m not even exaggerating ajkhdaksjf) but I’ll just say that I really admire him because he really bared ALL in that song like I can’t stress that enough he made every last fear, doubt and tentative feeling of hope and self-acceptance he had free for the taking and that for me is so fucking…….fearless. (which is also just one of the many reasons why I hate the ‘their sexualities are their personal business and we shouldn’t discuss or assume we shouldn’t even mention it!!’ philosophy some people have got going on here but i digress) 

I’m also so impressed that through the lyrics he managed to convey the confusion of feeling so much hopelessness and the tumultuous emotions in feeling like ‘i’m really fucking sorry that this hurt you and that you you can’t accept it/me, that really fucking hurts’ but at the same time the really fucking freeing feeling of ‘fuck it it this is who i am and I cannot and do not want to change or hide it, not anymore’ (which……uhhhh……..I wonder what the fuck that can be about). I’ve only really came across one other song that managed to do that successfully in a way that it felt like a very personal recounting of the singer/songwriter’s experience but at the same time also felt like they understood me and my own experience on a deep personal level

To answer your question about the lyric I love literally every lyric because every last one lends something to the overall meaning but if i had to pick one i’d go with 숨겨도 감춰도 지워지지 않어 (Even if (I try to) hide it, or conceal it, it can’t be erased) which I think is pretty self-evident why it’s my favourite after that long ass rant rip i’m sorry I just love him and his unapologetically gay ass a whole fucking lot

so yeah……..stigma is a Gay Anthem

  • what she says: i'm fine.
  • what she means: ok so how did Brian Jones's death become so wrongfully depicted in the media? It's reported that he died under the influence of drink and drugs and became "just another sad rockstar that died drugged and drunk" but first of all the postmortem found little to no evidence of drugs in his system and his blood alcohol level represented the equivalent of just three and a half pints of beer, and people that knew him, Keith Richards included, noted that it was indeed very strange that he drowned in such a short period of time in his own swimming pool while broadly sober, because Brian was a very strong swimmer and very acrobatic in water. Anna Wohlin, his girlfriend of three months and a key witness, maintains that Brian had stopped taking drugs (except for sleeping pills, which he did NOT abuse) when they met in April of '69 and also maintains that Brian was NOT sad, devastated or felt any sort of betrayal against the Stones members for sacking him, he was actually quite relieved (also verified by Keith Richards) and that he and Anna actually had planned to go to the Hyde Park gig so Brian could publicly show he had no hard feelings about leaving the Rolling Stones. He had wanted to get out of the band for some time and wanted to get together a new band, Bill Wyman remembers that Brian was phoning people up about creating a new band before he died and that he called Bill being very excited about it. Anyway, back to what i was saying earlier. Also present that night was Frank Thorogood, a minder aggravated after being fired by Brian on the day of his death because he wasn't doing the building work on Brian's house properly. Brian had expressed guilt over having fired him to Anna and worried he had sounded too harsh on Frank so he invited him back for dinner that night (steak and kidney pie). They later took a midnight swim in which Frank ultimately were left alone with Brian after Anna went inside to take a phone call. And ok so Brian was no angel and used to tease Frank calling him "old man" and while in the swimming pool that night he had teased Frank a little and grabbed his ankles dragging him down. Anna says that she left them to answer a call (that turned out to be from a friend of hers in London) and that Brian was in good shape and spirit when she went inside, and that she believes she was inside for a maximum of 10-15 minutes. Also present was Frank's friend (and rumored lover) Janet Lawson that went inside to find Brian's asthma inhalator that he asked her to get. She looked around the house for it and eventually went to the kitchen where she was met by Frank, she described him shaking to the point he hardly being able to light his cigarette and she sensed something was wrong and rushed out to the pool where she saw Brian laying still at the bottom face down. She (unable to swim) started to shout at Frank to help her but he ignored her cries for help and Anna who was upstairs heard Janet scream "something has happened with Brian" and ran down the stairs where she saw Frank standing there "shaking like a leaf" trying to light his cigarette, she then continued running out, jumping in the pool retrieving him from the bottom and trying to get Brian up on the pool edge, which she wasn't strong enough to do, so she screamed at Frank to help her, in which she said in a (swedish) radio documentary in 2008; "I screamed at Frank to come help me, and then after a while he came dawdling, he didn't seem very interested to come and help me.". She and Janet tried to massage Brian's heart and do CPR and Anna didn't want to believe that he was dead so she just kept on trying but when the ambulance showed up he was declared dead. Anna has always maintained that she didn't think Frank killed him intentionally and that it was horseplay in the pool that went wrong. Terribly wrong. This is also supported by Thorogood’s alleged death bed confession to Tom Keylock, the Rolling Stones driver, in 1993. Tom Keylock repeated his friends confession on Crimewatch in 1994 and told Classic Rock magazine; "In 1993 I went to see Frank in hospital and he said: 'It was me that done Brian.' He was very tired. I said: 'I'll come back tomorrow, and [you can] tell me more.' But he died during the night. I never found out the specifics." AND THEN MY FRIENDS at the inquiry both Janet Lawson and Anna Wohlin (separately at different times and occasions) have claimed that the inquiries were under unfair conditions and Janet Lawson broke her 40 year silence and said in sworn testimony to investigative journalist Scott Jones (in which all information in this post from Janet is taken from), shortly before she died of cancer in 2008, about the inquiry; "A pack of lies, the policeman suggested most of what I said. It was a load of rubbish." The inquiries were held at 3-4 am., she was nervous, confused, and mentally and physically exhausted and were told that she were able to give another statement later on when she was in better shape, which was untrue and she never got to give another statement, so she eventually just said "yes" to the suggestions of the police. PC Albert Evans, who was the first officer on the scene, sensed something was wrong upon arriving and later said about Frank; "There was nothing at the time to connect Thorogood with any more. Just feelings." Evans was NOT asked to attend the inquest. A Sussex officer who can't be named but who knows the case very well made claims about how Anna's statement had been produced and said "Wohlin had been given sedatives by the doctor and had to be actually woken up during the interview. The WDC who wrote that statement was told what to write by Bob Marshall (the chief investigation officer). Bob Marshall was controlling it, the evidence that was written down. He was pushing the buttons." Anna herself has also said that she was under sedation and shock. THE WHOLE HANDLING OF THE CASE IS JUST SO STRANGE AND FLAWED.
  • And after the inquiries Anna was given 5 minutes by the Rolling Stones management to gather some stuff from her and Brian's home so they could send her home on a plane back to Sweden, as she said, "I was just a nuisance, I was just a problem. They had to think about the Stones upcoming U.S. tour and they didn't know what I was capable of." She managed to grab some of Brian's clothes and a couple of his hats and then had nothing else but that and the clothes she was wearing and was quickly smuggled out of the house. She has still kept his clothes after all these years, they hang in her closet. It's the only things she has left of Brian, when she a couple of weeks later went back to England and Cotchford Farm to retrieve her and Brian's possessions everything was cleared and gone. She also keeps a portrait of Brian on her windowsill. After returning home in '69 she also discovered that she was pregnant with Brian's child. But had a miscarriage. She has blamed herself for his death, "No.. I should have never gone inside to answer the phone. You know, when it was me swimming in the pool Brian would always make sure to go outside to check on me every 10 minutes to see that I was ok. I should have stayed. It's just a fact, if I had not gone inside, I would have been there and around him, and it would never have happened. I will always blame myself for it." She couldn't even attend Brian's funeral, something she deeply regrets today.
  • How Brian Jones's death has been portrayed in media is so flawed and wrong and it's been 46 years, HE DID NOT DIE UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF ALCOHOL AND DRUGS AND I DEMAND JUSTICE FOR BRIAN, HE DESERVES IT. (and if anyone would like me to translate the whole radio documentary with Anna Wohlin let me know)

squirrellygirlart  asked:

"I'm sorry it had to happen this was," she whispered as she pulled the blade out. (MariChat)

“I’m sorry it had to happen this way,” she whispered as she pulled the blade out.

“Now, now, Princess,” Chat pleaded. “Th-there’s a way out of this!”

“No there isn’t Chat Noir,” Marinette sighed, the blade inching closer to him. “It’s too late.”

A few quick swipes of the knife and Chat stood, scraps of multi-colored yarn piled around his boots.

“I’m sorry, Adrien,” she huffed. “Now it’ll take even longer to make a hat to match the scarf I made you.”

“As much as I appreciate you getting me out of that mess, Princess, I would have untangled myself eventua…wait,” he blinked, “Adrien? Scarf?”

Marinette brandished the knife in his face and he backed away, eyes wide and his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Never. Play. With my good yarn. Ever. Again.”