this happens a lot to me too

ok this has been bothering me for a while. it mostly came up with the first highlight reel coming out and most of it happened on twitter though it’s been happening here too. the issue here is that a lot of people who are not straight - but who are not gay - have been using that to okay homophobia. and if it was just a few individuals - okay, but i’ve gotten anons from well-meaning people who probably didn’t realize they were doing something harmful.

i get that being bisexual/pansexual is a different experience from being gay. so it may be hard to empathize with us on some issues. but lately i’ve been seeing a lot of people defend homophobic stuff in the fandom by saying “anyways i’m not straight”. and it’s 99% of the time not gay people but bi people saying that. which shows we have a lot of progress to make still, understanding each other. just as gay people often don’t understand bisexual issues, there’s a lack of understanding here as well. 

when we complain about queerbaiting and your answer is “i’m not straight but i don’t mind it, you’re overreacting” - you’re using your bisexuality to excuse homophobia. 

when bts added all the girls and made us believe they were all going to be romantic subplots and we were rightfully upset - and your answer is “but they could be bi”, you’re wholly missing the point. 

it’s not even that a majority of all bisexual people are doing this, rather it’s mostly bisexual people who do this. for those who do this: stop using the fact that you’re not straight against gay people, to invalidate our concerns. try and think about how it must feel to be gay. empathize more please.

deviltufts  asked:

Hi! I also saw you were taking prompts again! (I love the ones you've done so far, by the way. They've earned a spot in my iBooks library pffft) Anywho, I was wondering if you would do one with Hell's Studio AU. Sammy transforming into an ink monster in a place other than the studio on accident, and maybe the staff helps him get back to the studio to bring to Joey, yet again? (I am such a sucker for Ink Sammy shenanigans, let me tell you.)

I’m so glad you like my stuff! It means a lot to me to hear that.

Now, let’s torture Sammy. >:3


Sammy Lawrence had been turned into an ink creature twice and a toon once. This was three times too many as far as he was concerned. He was always worried he’d someday wake and he’d see ink instead of skin again. So far, that hadn’t happened, and he hoped it was going to stay that way. However, his life wasn’t meant to be that easy. At the moment, he was at home, playing the piano to calm himself down from the frankly awful day he’d had. He’d agreed to housesit for one of his neighbors, and that had been a whole ordeal. He’d gotten the wrong alarm code, the cats had bolted, the fish had died. It had been frankly awful. So now he was at home, playing the piano, trying to calm himself down. Susie had called and agreed to come over, but traffic was bad so it would be a little while.

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I’m sorry. I know i’ve said this a lot of times but still, sorry. You don’t deserve to get hurt and i didn’t mean to hurt you. It didn’t work out for the two of us. I know you’ve invested too much for me and i’ve felt how much loved me. I know you think that we were meant to be together, and I believed that too, for a while. I know we’ve promised not to leave each other and i’m sorry if i can’t make that happen. I am so sorry if i can not find a way to you, to make things work again. I’m sorry that we have to go through this process of getting over with someone you used to loved. It hurts me too, knowing that i hurt you. But i have to do this, for you, for us. Things will be better if we will go on separate ways and this may sound cliche but you deserve someone better and i’m sorry that you thought i was the one for you.

I will be thinking about you ten years from now, wondering how things would have been if we could have made it work. But i know one day you’ll understand me. Now that we’re gone i want you to move forward. I want you to continue your life just like before you met me. I know that it’s easy for me to say this to you but but please be happy. Find your happiness. Never look back to where we started and to the same spot where it ended. Take a step, i can no longer be on your side to help you move forward. Some things in life must come to an end and i hope the wounds will heal and the tears will run dry.


There are a lot of things that you need to consider. A lot of people around you who cares for you not just me, so life goes on for the both of us. I want you to move on. Find the love you deserve. A kind of love i failed to give. A love that will never end. A love who will never hurt you and leave you. Just keep the happy memories we once shared together, i will keep them with me as i go on with my life. I hope you will find someone who will do the things that will make you smile. I know you’re still looking for my presence at our favorite spot but please don’t stay longer, i don’t want you to remember what it feels like to have me.


I hope someday when we see each other again, I wanted to see that unfamiliar happiness on your face. A kind of happiness that i’ve never seen before. Because i know that one day, you’ll thank me for leaving you because you’ve found your one true love and your perfect half.

— 

my one that got away

I need Help

I never thought I’d be making a post like this but…I feel like I’m at a breaking point, and getting help is more important than my pride.

If this is too long, feel free to skip. honestly this is just me explaining…because i want to justify what I’m asking for.

I’m currently living in a one bedroom apartment with my two older brothers, both of which have anger management issues and they’re both generally selfish, horrible people. For over a year now, I’ve been sick. And it hasn’t gotten better, I haven’t had insurance and it took me until merely days ago to get insurance.

A lot have things have happened while i got sick. My family was evicted after my father stopped getting steady work, i attempted to move in with a friend (that’s when the sickness started getting worse) then I was forced to move out when they turned out to be not so nice people. I won’t elaborate. After that, I was forced to move into a one bedroom apartment with my brothers and parents. I was sick then, not as bad as now but it was bad. But regardless, i pushed myself to go back to my job after pressure from my parents and brothers.

That’s when things got really bad. I was feeling incredibly sick and exhausted at work, I was taken from work to the hospital after collapsing. I wasn’t taken seriously by doctors, they claimed it was anxiety. vertigo. it felt like excuses, like they said whatever would get me out of the hospital the fastest.

I kept calling off of work, and in some instances i tried to leave work early but managers refused to let me. I was scolded for getting sick and causing trouble, so work became such a horrible place to be. Standing for hours on end while feeling like i might collapse was slowly killing me. I couldn’t do it anymore, not the pressure from my coworkers, not the physical exertion, none of it. So without telling my parents, who only cared about me making money and not about my health, i  gave my two weeks notice and left.

I didn’t want to tell them yet, because i wanted to gather what i wanted to tell them and sit them down and explain. I didn’t get that chance, because coworkers of mine told my brothers i quit. Without my permission. A lot of things blew up at once.

My family, essentially, used my lack of employment as grounds for a lot of mental abuse. I was belittled, talked down to, and told i had no worth if i wasn’t making money. it was all anyone cared about, whether or not i made money. I got worse, and now my mental health was deteriorating fast. a lot of other things happened, but eventually my parent smoved out and i was stuck living here with my brothers.

They’re both irresponsible and selfish. I’m too sick to do most things, and they made sure to remind me i was a burden and i had no worth. There isn’t food in the house most days, because my eldest brother will eat mass am mounts of food bought without contributing, and my other brother blows most of his money on video games with no regard to what we needed in the household. I went literally weeks with no feminine products, and sometimes days without eating.

I have hospital bills piling up, and pressure put on me from my brothers and…I need help. I can’t take living like this, without food, dignity, and still sick.

I have no money for transportation to the doctors, my family refuses to help me. It’s been shoved down my throat for years that i don’t deserve anything i don’t work for…but god im so tired, so unwell, and so desperate. I’m literally afraid this sickness will kill me, and i can’t keep living off of ramen and garbage to survive, or starving most days .

I’m asking for anything, if you guys can give anything…please. If you can’t, thats fine i don’t want to push for anything when i don’t deserve it anyway. I’m just…desperate. and scared. and i don’t know what else to do.

My paypal email is tykiwife@gmail.com

If this posts offends anyone or makes you guys angry…I can take it down. If you didn’t read, that’s okay too. I don’t blame you, this is long and drawn out.

Thank you guys, I love you all.

~TykiWife~

anonymous asked:

hi, i'm bi and have identified as bi for years and years now. just recently i have started dating a lesbian. on our first date i was in an almost panicked feeling thinking 'what am i doing - i'm not gay, this isn't right' and basically having an identity crisis. fast forward to almost a month later, we've been on multiple dates, and have had sex, which i enjoyed. i know that i am bisexual, i know that i like her, but every day i still have a voice in my head telling me i'm not really gay 1/2

Answering on this one. It happens, it’ll just take some time to work out. Being in this relationship might help lots too! You can do this!

anonymous asked:

Aedion? For the character thing?

Ooo! That will be fun, thank you!!!

How I feel about this character

I love Aedion so much! OMG, he’s been through a hell of a lot and he’s such a prototype for Rhysand (Amarantha’s Whore, Whore of Adarlan, see it?), I want him to find his happily ever after~ 

He’s one of my absolute favorites in ToG because he is Rhys meets Cassian, and I just want everything good to happen to him~~~

All the people I ship romantically with this character

LYSANDRA!!!

My non-romantic OTP for this character

I like his kind of bratty relationship with Rowan, it gives me life XD

The kind of partnership he had with Chaol was fantastic too, so I hope that comes back!!!

My unpopular opinion about this character

I don’t think this is an unpopular opinion so much as an unpopular theory. I’m worried with him being so mad at Lysandra that he’s going to go off and have a “So THERE” kind of affair with his old lover he mentioned among the Bane.

Like- IDK, it’d be impulsive and stupid, but I’m worried he’d do it and AEDION, THERE IS ONLY ONE BOOK LEFT IN THE SERIES, DON’T SPEND IT WITH A LOVE TRIANGLE NO ONE IS GOING TO BUY THIS LATE IN THE GAME ANYWAYS!

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

I know he’s this great warrior and everything (so, Cassian), but I wish we saw more of his fae powers than just his ability to cockblock Rowaelin through walls (hearing) and the overwhelming nose full of naughty stuff (scent) he seems to be cursed with.

I want to see him show off some real might, being Gavriel’s son. Not just general Fae badassery, I’d like to see something akin to Aelin’s fire- but with whatever element Aedion gets.


Ask Thread: Give Me a Character

I was tagged by @severelybabykryptonite @carolina-bleus and @glowysweetfab

Thank you so much, I love to be included!

5 things you’ll find in my bag:

  1. Wallet
  2. Water bottle
  3. Granola Bar (I’m always hungry ok)
  4. Book 
  5. Phone

5 things you’ll find in my bedroom:

  1. Books, Books, and more Books. Way too many
  2. DVDs (a lot of those too)
  3. Funko Pops (I’ve been getting a few more lately)
  4. TV/DVD player
  5. Jewelry

5 things I’ve always wanted to do:

  1. Travel Italy
  2. Take formal dance classes (okay tbh I’m stealing so many answers lol but it’s true! I’ve done some community event type dance classes but not anything too serious)
  3. Go to Behold the Lamb of God concert at the Ryman in Nashville in December (this will never happen probably)
  4. Spend Christmas in New York City
  5. Publish something (not on a blog)

5 things that make me happy:

  1. The people I love
  2. Packages in the mail
  3. When people remember things about me or tell me something made them think of me (that was good)
  4. Friday at 5:01 pm
  5. Fellow Danai fans and fellow Richonne fans (usually)

5 things that I’m currently into:

  1. TWD
  2. Subscription boxes (so excited for the TWD one!)
  3. Ice Dance 
  4. The Good Place 
  5. Audiobooks

5 things on my to-do list:

  1. There are four Danai gifsets I really want to make but they will all take a long time. I also want to finish my “Every DG Role” series which so far only has one entry lol. 
  2. I also have set up a sideblog for the fashion of Danai that I need to finish and start posting.
  3. Research and buy a new affordable laptop that will be quicker and easier to use with photoshop.
  4. Clean out a storage unit/get rid of stuff.
  5. Start some of the online classes  I signed up for recently.

Honestly that to-do list could have gone FOREVER. 

I tag! @potatoholic @hashtag-naturalchickproblems @elea727 @delilahdavis @moyalovers and um anyone else. 

I really think I might kill myself today. I can’t stop crying. I look so ugly. My boyfriend said he’d break up with me if I cut myself, but I think that’s what’s gotta happen. He won’t let me do sex work anyways and it’s the only job I can see myself making any money off of, if I don’t get too hurt by any clients when they get rough, and I know I can handle a lot. I don’t know.. these options are so bleak to me. I feel ready to end my life and accept that sweet peace, that dark never ending peace. No consciousness… no anxiety… no worry… no one else… all my toxicity gone from the world, all my hate and all my love and all my pain. It seems so beautiful. It just simply IS and I want it more than anything

the-appalachian-mud-squid  asked:

Do you think we'll get more on Dany and Jon's scars? I really want to see her touching them and asking what happened etc.

Me too! I don’t know that we’ll have time for that this season-from what I’ve heard about what happens in episode 7 it doesn’t seem like there’s going to be a lot of dialogue in the one scene where they would talk about it. But he’s going to have to tell her at some point-she’s already brought it up a couple of times (he was going to tell her about it in 7x05 before Jorah came and ruined the moment lol) and I don’t see her letting go of it any time soon. 

So if worse comes to worst, I’m sure they’ll address it in season 8-after all, it’s a long boat ride north and they’d have plenty of time to get to know each other. I can’t see how it wouldn’t come up. But they’d better show that conversation onscreen-it’s such a big moment for not only the characters but all of us audience members as well. 

And of course it will prove to Dany what she already knows-that Jon is a good man who cares about his people just like she does :) 

skinny-mygoal  asked:

Hi! I need a little help. I reduced my calorie intake (600-900 a day) and everything was okay til today. I go to the gym and do a lot of exercise. The problem is that today I got dizzy and passed out, my stomach aches, i have fatigue, my head hurts too, and I felt like i was gonna pass out everywhere. So my family made me eat healthy and that depresses me. Why do you think this happened and what should I do? Should I eat healthy for a few days? I'm afraid of the rebound effect...

well these are signs that what you are doing is hurting your body and you should ALWAYS listen to your body. we don’t give it enough credit. your body is telling you that you need to eat more food. if you find doing so difficult, i would recommend seeking help. feel free to message me if you ever need someone to talk to

stay safe lovely ~

i can't tell if a liiiittle bit of bias is clouding my judgment or if i'm right to be concerned so i'm asking all of you

so for whbcx2 eliminations i’m doing the room thing (…the technique, it’s technically not limited to a room) again, and like always, there’s the issue of not many interactions happening

but with january (and ashlyn was like this too, way back when) it’s sort of okay in the end, because while there’s a lot of standing around doing nothing, january is likely to initiate interactions themself

however marisa has the shy trait, so she… doesn’t do that nearly as much. unless contestants talk to her (which can go up and down), i’m predicting a LOT of eliminations on her side where no one talks to her

but also might it be better to leave things that way? putting all the pressure on the contestants to act, rather than marisa’s autonomy helping them out like january’s helps their contestants? but i feel like having no one speak to marisa kind of… defeats the purpose of having the last chance thing? you know?

my solution would be to give each contestant a shorter amount of time to speak to marisa, but have that time be 1-on-1 time and direct a conversation to /start/ (but then leave it to autonomy to either make them talk more, stand there staring at each other, or walk away), btw

…or should i adopt that, but also do it for january? (except… the reason i’m making this post is because i played thru the last chances and marisa’s rly WAS this bad. january’s, on the other hand, was not nearly as bad, so i’d have to deal with the fact that i already played through one elimination if i do have january do that too)

Got tagged by @dark-potatoh and @darugha to do this.


5 things you can find on my blog

  1. A lot of movies
  2. Video games
  3. Art (mostly sci-fi)
  4. Weird shit
  5. Occasionally me                                                                         

5 things you can find in my bedroom

  1. Some movies
  2. video game collector’s editions
  3. 2 3d puzzles: Notre dame and St. Peter’s basilica
  4. Grand theft auto 4 poster
  5. clothes

5 things I’ve always wanted to do

  1. Finish learning Italian
  2. Travel to Italy
  3. Learn how to draw
  4. Own a large library of books
  5. Own a large bird, like a macaw or african grey

5 things that make me happy

  1. Good movies (occasionally bad ones too)
  2. My corgi and lab. And cat. Almost all animals really
  3. A lot of music
  4. Nice hardcover editions of books
  5. These great breakfast burritos that I should post the recipe for sometime

5 things on my to do list

  1. Actually finish writing one of my 10,000 stories
  2. Find my own place
  3. Read more
  4. Work through my massive backlog of games
  5. Become a highly celebrated film writer/director. It’s gonna happen

5 things you might not know about me

  1. My favorite movie is Blade Runner
  2. I have a sizable collection of Lego
  3. I love psychedelic rock music
  4. I’m one of six kids. Third oldest. (stole this one)
  5. I’m good at puzzles and mazes


I never know who to tag for these kind of things but I’ll try @pocketphoenix @endlessfrontiers @theatregeek96 @sebstero @wigmissing and @ben-azul

“make the princess speak and you will have the crown of kings.”

my knees hurt, as usual, from scrubbing. technically i’m too high of Maid Station to help out with these things, but i like seeing what happens when you clean. the development of things. how a lot of effort can make something. i like learning and trying and working hard to get towards something.

and i’ve seen them, from the back of pillars, from behind cracked doors, from beside her (on the best days) the way they talk to her. oh beautiful won’t you just look at me. oh darling. if you speak i’ll be your prince. if you speak i’ll be your king. 

the princess, i know, finds the lines of suitors boring. it’s in the way her hands are always moving. she hides yawns, leaves early, we make her apologies. once, a man comes and tries to startle her into screaming. she rolls her eyes and looks directly at me. i have to hide my smile behind my sleeve. he is taken away while still screaming.

by accident, i find her once, crying. when we imagine princesses, they always cry daintily. hers is hoarse, angry, and something in it breaks me. in my station i should apologize and bow and leave. instead i am frozen, watching her shoulders heaving.

she looks up and spots me, her cheeks ruddy. i know i should go but instead i make a big show. i act as one of her princes. i make grand gestures and speak in deep voices. i frantically offer her handkerchiefs and trip over my own two feet. a smile crawls up over her, slowly. i dab my sweat away and offer her the used rag. i feign a fluster, turn a terrible cartwheel, make shadow puppets. the sound of her laugh, raw and rusty, sends shivers through me.

for a while, i do not see her after this. but then i am called to her chambers. she is crying again. i offer silly gifts, pebbles and dusting rags and a candlestick from her own kitchen, pretend to steal it, use it as a hat, rock it as a babe. she laughs more easily this time, gladly, and when she laughs i am taken by more important maids, thereby officially Excused.

it goes like this for months. the winter comes. i rarely see her. i spend my week thinking about ways to please her. i knick interesting cookies, show her shiny buttons, learn to cartwheel in a full skirt, and then promptly how to make it look foolish again. i learn how to juggle hot bread and dance as a man would, i learn how to balance on a ball and how to fall down without hurting myself, how to fake a fight with my own body, which colors she likes and which don’t please her.

i show up on a cold eve with a knotted line of scarves hidden down my sleeve, worried and breathless, wondering why she’s been crying. the door opens and she is sitting there, happy. at first i’m confused, but she waves me in. next to her is her small dessert, in two containers. i’m not sure how to respond, so i fake a fall to hear her laugh, and then sit at her feet. she gives me ice cream - so rare a treat. i know what went into making it - the hours of shaking. it’s smooth and tasty. i don’t feign my reaction, but she laughs anyway, kindly. 

it goes like this. i see her more frequently. she likes giving me new things, watching me discover i hate kiwi and love oranges and would die if it made her laugh breathlessly. i’ve made her keel over with cackling and she’s put a fire in me. sometimes we just sit there, quietly, enjoying each other’s company. 

it’s in her hands, always moving. little things i thought were just her, fidgeting. here’s how she says she’s thirsty, this is what her hands do when she needs a second to think, here’s how she shows she’s happy. this is how i learn to speak back to her. around her i spend much of my time smiling. i feel every visit is a gift. a new part to unravel. i find out she doesn’t respond to spoken things, that she needs to be looking in order to know you were speaking. sometimes she has me talk and she holds her hands to the base of my throat, her eyes wide and wondering. sometimes she just looks at me and i forget that i’m her jester in chief. i get caught up in her eyes, in how expressive they are when she’s happy, in how when she’s sad i feel like i’m drowning.

i never see the king or queen, but i know when she’s had a visit with them, because she never comes back happy. two winters i have known her, two winters and now we dine frequently. i am often called to stand beside her, to whisper translations of her desires into the ears of someone more important than i, someone who gets to be the voice of royalty. i can’t decide if i’m her friend or her plaything, but i don’t know i care much of the distinction. every moment i’m near her is a moment free of friction. i take stock of suitors and curtsy to them in daylight only to mock them in the candle’s eye later.

she asks me one night to stay. it has been a bad day. it’s completely not okay. i cannot say no but i cannot, by my station, stay. but she begs with her eyes and her hands and i know i’ll take the punishment. 

we lie beside each other. i make sure to turn to her when i speak. in the dark she can’t see me, so i move my hands in the way i’m learning. she asks if i am ever lonely. i cannot tell her that i am always lonely without her beside me, so instead i say i think all people are very lonely and just are pretending. she laughs a little at that and says she thinks her parents are the two most lonely people that ever met. her mother was like her; broke a fairy curse and talked, just once, although nobody knows what she said. well, excepting her father, who was the only one around, and who won her hand in marriage.

from her mother she learned the art of hands, of speaking without words - from her father she learned that who she was included a curse. that she just wanted someone who would make her open like a rose - someone who could fix her. how she stared out into the royal garden and wished on flowers to be what her kingdom needs.

she fell asleep pressed against me. i couldn’t breathe. i was still awake in the morning. 

the punishment never came. we spent nights like this. the handmaidens had grown to know me. whenever their princess was stubborn, i worked magic and made her lovely.

it was a terrible thing. i did too good a job, i think. the princess glowed too much or shone too brightly - or at least, i saw it that way, so who knows what the truth is. every day it felt like we were being rushed with princes. 

her father’s temper at hosting failed. it was the day before her twenty-first birthday and first time i’d ever seen him. he stormed in at the end of the session. “just speak!” he said, “it’s not that hard! do for others what your mother did!” 

“tomorrow is your last day of this,” he warned her, “either you pick a prince or i pick for you. i’m done with it.”

he stormed off. she was left shellshocked and trembling. that night she didn’t ask me to come, but i waited outside, just in case she changed her mind. i understood why she needed space. either she’d speak and be married tomorrow or she’d be married shortly. i heard her crying and it took everything in my power not to rush in and hold her, cradle her gently. but i cannot come into a room of a royal person without being invited. i stayed there, tears in my own eyes, thinking of treason.

the next day was a huge festival. what had been a birthday celebration was turned into a day about princes. i watched her shake her head. i tried to cheer her up. i tried everything. i frequently came inches from causing public humiliation, toed the line of mocking and failing to acknowledge my station. she wouldn’t smile. not once. not even for anything.

the day was long. the bonfire wore down. i watched her crumple into herself. i was out of ideas. i knelt at her feet. her eyes barely looked at me. just wait, i said to her with my hands, i’ll be right back. i took off running.

the price of stealing is losing my hands. these things that i spoke to her with. these things that mattered so much to me, that helped with my comedy and cleaning. 

i didn’t think of them. i bloodied my fingers when i ripped the royal roses from their stems. and then i ran, as fast as i could, back to her feet. i picked them to show you, i said, as she gasped, looking at my treason, they’re beautiful and nobody told them to open to reveal their secrets to the bees. they are unbroken. as you are. as you always will be. 

she fell off her throne and for a second i was beyond speaking, worried something had happened, or she’d fainted, or i’d said the wrong thing. but then she was on her knees, her arms around me, and i heard it. i heard the soft croak of her speaking. just one word, and it sent shivers down me. my name, in her voice, awkward and unwieldy, but full of love and passion, burning fire through me.

i felt a hand on my shoulder. i was pulled away from her. they already had me in handcuffs while i struggled to get back to her, to tell her i loved her, to beg her to run off with me or maybe just hold me around her, maybe just have her for a moment, because i couldn’t live without her for a moment longer.

they put me in the cells. i rotted in there, for a while or for no time at all, i’m not sure. the thorns scarred my palms. i watched the scabs build up and flake off. every time someone came down, i flinched, wondering if i would be the next to be taken and chopped into bits.

but one day the light was different. not the smoky torch of the jailer, instead a bright light in a lantern. at first when i saw her, my breath caught in my throat, mistaking her for my princess.

but she was my queen. at first we stood in silence. and slowly, i moved my hands to speak. is she married? is what came out, even though i should be more worried about me myself and me.

she is not. she bit her father on the arm when he tried to make her. then she fought him. and then ran away. it took us a bit to find her, i’m afraid. she threatened her own life and the life of everyone in this place. the queen was smiling. i was told there was a young woman who could make the princess speak, whom she would die to save, who brought roses to her feet. someone in a cell, rotting. are you her?

the memory of her voice rang through me. i’m she.

yes, her hands said, for even now, aren’t you speaking to the silent Queen?

she opened the door. come, she said, let’s get you cleaned up for the ceremony.

the crown of kings. when she wraps her arms around my neck and laughs next to me, i am royalty. when she smiles or makes a joke or asks to see my cartwheel again, i’m lost in her. i kiss her whenever i can, which is often. we have roses in a vase at the base of our bed, and for all of the kingdom, i’d give my hands if it would keep her laughing.

the next time she spoke was just once, at our wedding, where she said the two words i do to bind us for eternity. she had learned from me, from holding her hands over my voicebox, the way i learned from her how to use hands to speak. sometimes at night she says my name, just because she likes what it does to me.

i’m more blessed than a king. every day i spend with her is a day i spend happily. 

170728 EXO-L Japan Magazine Q&A: Kyungsoo

Q1. Your ideal bedroom interior design?

A. I don’t like having a lot of stuff lying around, so if it were possible I’d like to have a modern and simple design. With a darker monochrome scheme.

Q2. A rule in the dorm?

A. Because we’ve been living together for so long, we understand each other. It seems we don’t have anything fixed. A rule to not be a nuisance is enough.

Q3. Tell us about another member’s habit!

A. Baekhyun has the room next to mine, but I think he gets sleep paralysis. He’ll groan “ah…” and stuff. I go to sleep hearing that all the time (laughs).

Q4. A habit or something you always do at home?

A. Nothing in particular. Watching Youtube videos or movies on my phone before going to sleep, if that counts. It might be good to stretch both sides of my back, but I don’t like stretching much (laughs).

Q5. Your phone’s lock screen?

A. It’s of the movie La La Land. It’s a project by a director I like, and it left an impression because I’d never seen a musical-type film.

Q6. Picture you took recently with your phone?

A. Trees, city lights from an airplane. And… it seems to be full of pictures of food (laughs).

Q7. A recent dream you had?

A. I don’t dream that vividly. It usually feels like it gets dark, and then I wake up.

Q8. Something you’re concerned with in your casual outfits?

A. Because clothes aren’t exciting to me and I don’t like looking too flashy, I avoid such wear.

Q9. Something recent that made you smile a lot?

A. When I ate this delicious tempura! It was from this Michelin-star tempura shop in Japan that I like. I like Japanese food in general.

Q10. The saddest thing that happened to you recently?

A. Although almost nothing happened personally [to make me sad], if I want to feel sad I’ll watch a movie that forces me to be. It’s not a recent release, but the Korean movie The Last Blossom made me cry awfully.

jpn to kor: @Nicht_allein | kor to eng: fydk

scarecrow: are you afraid, eddie?

riddler: no. make me.

scarecrow and riddler: [gross, loud make-out session]

duke, hiding in a vent nearby: worst. intel. mission. EVER.

All Our Secrets Laid Bare (Part One)

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Prompt: The reader’s nosy (and quite rude) relatives are coming over for an unexpected family dinner. Long story short, they expect the reader to have a boyfriend, which the reader most definitely does not have. Luckily, they do have a best friend by the name of Peter Parker. One small favor wouldn’t be too much to ask, right?

Warnings: Some angst towards the end.

Word Count: 3,524

A/N: Part Two

The reader doesn’t know Peter is Spider-Man in this imagine.
Also, I’m sorry if there are any grammatical errors. My usual beta reader wasn’t available and I really wanted to get this imagine posted.
Enjoy!

Originally posted by hardyness

“You’re my boyfriend now.”

“I-I’m sorry, what?” Peter stammered back through the phone.

This was not how you planned this day to go.

“It’s a long story. Nosy relatives coming over for dinner, may have lied and said I had a boyfriend just to get them to shut up, don’t actually have a boyfriend, typical family stuff, you know?” you tried to explain.

There was a slight pause as Peter digested all of the information you just threw at him.

“Okay, so basically, you broke under pressure and lied about have a boyfriend, and now you need me to be your boyfriend to protect you from your nosy relatives?” repeated Peter.

You rolled your eyes, perfectly aware that Peter couldn’t see them through the phone call, but positive that he felt the frustration anyway, “I didn’t break under pressure, I just… improvised.”

“Oh yeah, totally,” said Peter, voice dripping with playful sarcasm. “So do you need me to be your boyfriend or not?”

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Ok, Voltron Time Travel Alternate Reality Scenario:

(Don’t think too hard about this, I have no theoretical knowledge of time travel. I’m just making shit up.)

The paladins are in their late 20s, and find themselves having to go back to canon time because of mission that requires two Voltrons. 

They are trying to interact with their younger selves as little possible but they know they have to complete this mission but is weird because they, well their younger selves, remember them being there. Slav insists that statistically this is ok. 

During a down moment, when they should be sleeping, Older Keith and Lance are standing on the deck alone, looking out into space and Keith looks worried. 

Lance says, “Hey man, what’s up?”

“This is messed up. I feel like I am living some weird Deja-view. How can I be remembering something that hasn’t happened yet? I am worried about the implications of this mission? What if we alter this past too much and our future, I mean our now even, is different? What if we mess up? What if we lose Voltron? What if I lose you?”

Lance pulls Keith into a tight hug and then looks him in the eye.

“Those are a lot of what-ifs, Keith. Where’s my Mister One Mission at a time?”

“Well, this feels like several missions at a time. That’s the problem.”

“Look at it this way, our reality, our now, is because of what we did in this past. We can’t predict the future, and ultimately even though we are here, we can’t alter the past because it all ready happened. Our memories of what we did, is what we are going to do. This all ready happened. I’m not worried. We already won this.”

“I hope you’re right. Our regular reality is too important to me.”

“You’re important to me too,” Lance smiles at Keith fondly, lifts his chin and kisses him tenderly. 

Keith watches as this sweet nostalgia falls over Lance’s face.

Lance says, “I just remembered something.”

“What?”

“This is my favourite kiss.” 

Keith blushes, “Why this one?”

Lance looks over his shoulder and nods towards the door.

“Cause I just walked by.”


Bonus Young Lance spying from the corridor:

“Holy shit, I’m smooth.”