this is now... the third time i'm trying to post this

Please Buy the Korra Comic

Hate being a shill. Cause I’m all for reading scans of comics online. But I would like to provide a little lesson on comics for those not in the know. Comics are probably the shakiest form of entertainment media. Movies video games, music all mainstream sorts of properties expect to push numbers in the millions. Remember a few years back when Square Enix said the tomb raider reboot under preformed when selling “only” 5 million copies in the opening weeks?

Comics are another story entirely. I’m using numbers from last December, but know that they’re pretty standard. The top selling issue last December was Justice League: Suicide Squad at 179,000 issues sold. The rest of the top ten sellers average about 100,000 with # 10 selling 85,000. When we get down to #100 in the top sellers list, we’ve fallen t0 27,000. And below the top one hundred sellers, issues take a nose dive with #200 selling just 8,000 copies. More people will see a movie in the theater in my city in one day then pick up that comic.

And here’s the thing. Of those top 100, sellers, over a third of them were number #1 issues. It’s a sad truth in comics, that the highest selling issue will almost always be the first of a series. After that, it is a guaranteed loss. A series will sell progressively less and less issues as time goes on. You know the saying? Two things in life are certian, death and taxes. Well a third could be comics sell less and less as they go.

Now, Last Airbender, seems do have done well for itself. But I would like to stress how vital it is that the people who are interested in a comic, go out to read it. Fans of the Legend of Korra we know what it’s like to be screwed by the executive’s and studios. If dark horse see’s the numbers of the Korra comics dip, or not meet their expectations, they may not hesitate to end the series. The folks in charge, aren’t dumb. Sites like tumblr show the following of any given IP, and they will expect to get a reasonably large following for this series. 

So please. I beg of thee fans! Do not, wait for the scans of the pages to appear on the internet. If you are able, buy the series when it comes out. If you are unable to because of money reasons, try to spread the awareness for the series. Do what you can. Show the moneyed powers that we care and that this series will be loved with a fanbase devoted enough to make it worth their while to keep the series alive for years to come. I made a post about this awhile ago, but it is a dream of mine to ten years from now look on my bookshelf and see five or more omnibus’s of the Legend of Korra. I’m thirsty for that dork and her engineer and friends and I know thousands of others are too. So to be cheesy, YOU HAVE THE POWER. KEEP KORRA GOING!!!

Bakushima/Kiribaku could be canon

Well okay, first of all I’m not that kind of big dreamer who thinks this really is gonna become canon ‘cause… not. Let’s be real, this is a shonen manga, read by a majority of teenage boys, and therefore, explicit shonen ai will never occur (hope i’m wrong).

If Horikoshi sensei was gonna make a m/m ship canon, probably he would start receiving some hate from his fans, which is pretty sad.

But on the other hand, implicit insinuation may occur, and I think that’s already happening. I’m gonna try to lay up some very canon moments beacuse Kirishima/Bakugou it’s just so great… <3

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An IMPORTANT message to the phandom!!!!!
  • Dear people of the phandom:
  • Yes, Dan did not upload the anticipated "cheeky" video this week. Yes, you have the right to be hopeful/reasonably-excited for that video as it could possibly (emphasis on "possibly") be a coming out video. Yes, his most recent video is not his greatest video ever. However, you are not allowed to disrespect Dan and treat him badly because *that* video didn't come out this week.
  • Dan stated multiple times that that video would NOT be his next video and that a simple, funny video would be coming first. He warned you that the anticipated video wouldn't be coming out this week. So you have no excuse to harass him on twitter, accuse him of overhyping a video, and treat him like his work doesn't matter if it's not a coming out video. I'm disgusted to see people that call themselves fans treating Dan and Phil like shit.
  • May I remind you, Dan has been a part of FORTY videos on the gaming channel since December, he's uploaded three extremely funny and well made videos since the beginning of the year, has been doing weekly liveshows, AND sacrificed a third of his entire year last year to bring you guys a tour. Dan Howell is an incredibly hard working person that loves us all dearly and he deserves to make a simple, funny, distraction video sometimes. He's human and, although he tries, he can't always meet your every demand. Dan does not deserve to be treated like shit for making the video that he wanted to make.
  • I'm incredibly disappointed with everyone in the phandom that is being rude to Dan, you have obviously upset Dan. As a fan you should realize how much effort Dan and Phil put into everything they do. You need to appreciate their videos as more than just a means to prove your ship, theories, speculations, and hopes/wants/desires. Dan and Phil's videos are funny and interesting; you should appreciate them for what they are, not what you want them to be.
  • You need to realize that Dan and Phil are real people and, despite their best efforts, cannot always meet your demands. Dan stated that he decided to make this video (isg 9) to be a funny distraction from things going on right now; as fans, you should respect his decision. He's trying to make a funny video to add a little light to the world and you're treating him horribly for it.
  • Dan and Phil are NOT robots that post whatever you want them to post, whenever you want them to post. Their content is a reflection of what they want to post and when they feel comfortable posting it. We need to learn to respect that and to not treat them badly when we do not get what we want. As fans, we need to show Dan and Phil that we appreciate their hard work, appreciate their content, appreciate them as more than just a ship (despite how much we love it), and understand that they are amazing humans. If you cannot do those things, you do not deserve to call yourself a fan. You cannot call yourself a fan while also treating them badly if you do not get what you want.
  • Remember: Dan's anticipated video WILL come out and it probably will in the near future, but we should not pressure him and overhype the video because of our own wants and speculation. It may not be the coming out video that we hope it is. If it isn't, we should appreciate the video for what it is, not get mad about it, and treat Dan (and Phil if applicable) with respect and appreciation. If it is a coming out video, we should support Dan and get excited afterwards(not before it's even filmed and uploaded)
  • ❁❁Sincerely:
  • A kindhearted phandom member
Not to Discourse™ but like, I'm so against the idea of “buying and selling spirit companions”

First of all a lot of the people buying them are saying things like “I don’t know anything about spirits or spirit work but I want one so I’ll buy one” which… If someone knows nothing about spirits and spirit work do you really think it’s a good idea for them to try and own a spirit??? Like do you really think that’s safe???

Second of all I’ve seen these spirits sold in the context of being bound to or in something (like bound inside of a jar for example) and then the bound object is what’s sold. Why would that be a happy spirit? Being bound to something like that? So these people are not spirit workers, and know nothing about spirits, and now they’re buying a spirit who’s potentially pissed the hell off for being caught bound and sold. Oh yeah. Such a great idea. 

Third of all, placebo can hit hard y'all and these “spirit companions” are the perfect scam for the seller. People are on here paying real money for something they have no definitive way of verifying. If someone buys something that says “There’s a spirit attached to it” and they suddenly “feel a presence” it’s probably because they want to feel one, are trying to feel one, and have convinced them self they do feel one. How many times have you psyched your self out when you heard a bump in the night? Suddenly everything is a bump or noise. So of course they can make someone pay real money just to hype up their imagination, and all it costs to them is what ever rock they found outside to tell you it’s a bound object. 

Which brings me to my last point. You can get a spirit companion for free by learning how to work with spirits!!! Plant and crystal spirits are great for beginners, and when you take the time to learn how to use this type of craft for your self, then you can also learn how to protect your self should you encounter a spirit who isn’t so friendly.

Before I get to far into this and the morals of buying and selling spirits (since they’re sentient beings) and whether or not it’s against their will or what have you, I’ll end this little rant here. 

I hope that some of my points maybe got through to someone or helped them see a different perspective. :x Sorry this turned into a long post 

Nemesis Mine

HEY GUESS WHAT I’m writing a chaptered fic. It’s gonna have around 15 chapters and I’ll try to update daily for @snowbaz-feda​ (try being the operative word)

Superhero/university alter-ego AU

Warnings: mild violence (turns out I’m pretty shit at writing fight scenes tho)


Chapter 1. Simon.

I want to fly away, and save us both the trouble.

‘Are you going to run?’ he sneers. ‘Go on, Snow. Go home.’

‘No,’ I growl, rushing at him, my outstretched wings catching the fading sunlight, bathing him in a strange red glow. Basilton Pitch, my arch-nemesis dressed all in black, stands on the ground in fighting stance, ready for me. He’s always ready.

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Fall For You | Drabble 01

Summary: Jungkook thinks that midnight is the best time of night, but he thinks the midnights where he gets to see you are his favorite.
Or: the party where Jungkook decides to quite drinking.

Word Count: 3.188

Original Scenario: Part 01 - Part 02 - Part 03

 Mood music: X

A/N: Thank you to @workofteaguk for encouraging me to post this drabble and return to this world. I hope you guys like this return!!

Midnight is Jungkook’s favorite time of night.

It’s his favorite because once that clock strikes twelve, Jungkook’s night is either just getting started, or he’s falling into bed to sleep peacefully. He’s either seated between pretty thighs and thick lipstick, a hookah pressed to his lips, or he’s lying naked in bed with a pleasantly fucked out girl on his chest.

In high school, people have something to prove. Parties are always more extravagant and always go on longer, as if there’s some kind of reward that can be found by keeping the party going until the sun’s rising in the sky. Jungkook isn’t a huge fan of those parties. He goes, of course, usually with Taehyung and Jimin flanking him and a pretty girl waiting on the other side of the room, but he refuses to stay much later than midnight. Whether he goes home or back to a pretty thing’s house- once a senior from the local university had taken Jungkook home, thinking him to be older than he was. Taehyung had full out cried when he heard the news, and Jimin high-fived him so many times that Jungkook’s hand stung, and well, that was a different story altogether.

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if zootopia had a gag reel
  • Flash: ...9...
  • Judy: THD03.
  • Flash: ...T...
  • Judy: HD03.
  • Flash: ...H... *his gadget crashes* ...this...is...the...third...time...this...happened...
  • Judy: *groans* I need more coffee for this scene...
  • -----
  • Gideon: Baa, baa, whaddya gonna do, cry?
  • Judy: Hey! You heard-- *her police cap slips completely over her head and she trips and falls over*
  • Gideon: ...Y'all, we'd better help her out before she actually does cry.
  • ----
  • *shortly after Mr. Manchas started going feral*
  • Judy: ...Mr. Manchas...?
  • *they open the door, finding that his tail was caught between his floorboards and he was desperately trying to get it out*
  • Mr. Manchas: ...It happened again, I know!
  • Nick: ...I don't know what I expected.
  • ------
  • Nick: ...Carrots. You saved my life.
  • Judy: Well, that's what we do at ZPD--EEEEEYAGH--
  • *they start falling, but the vines had been long enough that they were cocooned and still hit the ground with a loud thud*
  • Bogo: *rushes towards them* That--wasn't part of your act, right?
  • Nick: *visibly dazed* I'm seeing quick brown foxes jumping over rabbits...
  • -----
  • Nick: *starts petting Bellwether's head* So fluffy-- *accidentally rips off a huge chunk of her wool*
  • Bellwether: ...Still typing here. Totally not noticing you just did that.
  • ----
  • Bogo: ...You're fired.
  • Judy: What? Why?
  • Bogo: Insubordination!
  • Judy: *holds back laughter* S-sorry--I just can't--the word "insubordination" is just too funny--
  • Bogo: *looks at the camera* This is the fifteenth take. I cannot work like this--I'll be in my trailer--
  • ------
  • Judy: No, I am a cop. And I'm on the Emmitt Otterton case, and my evidence puts him in your car. So intimidate me all you want, I'm going to-- *sneezes at Mr. Big*
  • Mr. Big: ...It's all right. Many an animal gets the sniffles here.
  • -----
  • Judy: ...I don't deserve to wear this badge.
  • Bogo: Hopps.
  • Bellwether: Judy-- *forgets her lines*
  • Bogo: Bellwether.
  • Judy: Bogo.
  • Bellwether: Judy.
  • Nick: *offscreen* Nick!
  • -----
  • Nick: Look, you gave her a--a clown vest and joke mobile and two--two--two uh, what--yeah, no, sorry, I think I'm the one who needs that clown vest and joke mobile. *pokes his own nose* Honk honk.
  • ------
  • *Judy's train into Zootopia breaks down multiple times in the middle of its journey.*
  • Judy: *as the train breaks down in the middle of the polar region* Well, at least I can always stop by for some ice cream.
  • Judy: *as the train breaks down in the middle of the desert region* At least I can sunbathe here.
  • Judy: *as the train breaks down in the middle of the rainforest area* Wait, we're filming Mr. Manchas' part already?
  • ------
  • Clawhauser: *sipping loudly on his soda while Judy looks at the case file*
  • Judy: *is trying to hold back laughter*
  • Clawhauser: *unexpectedly burps really loudly* S-sorry, I didn't mean to do that--
  • Judy: *falls off her chair, laughing*
  • -------
  • Bucky: Hey buddy, turn down the depressing music!
  • Judy: *turns off her alarm clock*
  • Pronk: Leave the meter man alone! Didn't you hear the conversation? She feels like a failure!
  • Bucky: Oh, shut up!
  • Pronk: You shut up!
  • Bucky: You shut up!
  • Pronk: You shut up!
  • *they suddenly belt out Black Eyed Peas*
  • Bucky and Pronk: Shut up, just shut up, shut up--shut it up, just shut up, shut up--
  • Judy: *looks at the camera* Tomorrow's another day. Cut!
  • -----
  • Finnick: *from underneath the stroller* She hustled you-- *realizes his voice is actually high and pitchy* Wait--what--Nick, what did you do--
  • Nick: A little helium in your trailer, friend. Besides, you gotta be real convincing as a baby, don't you?
  • -------
  • Bogo: Two days to find the otter. Or you quit. That was the deal. Badge.
  • Judy: *is snickering*
  • Bogo: What now?
  • Judy: I-I'm sorry--I thought you said "baa". Like, baa baa Bogo, have you any wool? *falls in laughter*
  • Bogo: ...Excuse me while I actually facepalm here for a bit.
  • ------
  • Nick: All right, get in here. *steps back a bit as Judy goes in for the hug*
  • Judy: *lunges in for the hug and finds nothing, then falls on her face*
  • Nick: Sorry, just had t'get that out. *picks her up and actually hugs her* See, this is why we work so well. She knows my jokester side too well and just goes with it.
  • Judy: *muffled chuckling* ...I'm gonna fill your trailer with helium later, I swear.
  • -----
  • *while on the cable car*
  • Judy: ...Thank you.
  • Nick: *humming* What can I say, except "you're welcome?"
  • Judy: *chuckles* Should've never showed you that movie before filming. You've been humming it for days now.
  • -----
  • Judy: What are you gonna do? Kill me?
  • Bellwether: *chuckles* Of course not. He is. *pulls out a water pistol and splashes Nick's face* Wha--
  • Nick: *falls over, laughing* S-sorry, it was too easy--switching your gun to a water pistol--
  • Bellwether: *looks at the camera* Cue to Nick not being able to find where he hid the actual thing.
  • -----
  • Scientist: Mayor Lionheart, please. We're doing everything that we can.
  • Mayor Lionheart: Really? 'Cause I have a dozen and a half animals here who've gone off the rails--ails--ah, *stutters* Sorry, sorry, going too fast-- *chuckles* Wasn't quite my tempo back there...
  • ------
  • Bogo: *playing with the Gazelle app on his phone*
  • Clawhauser: *bursts into the room* Chief Bogo!
  • Bogo: *freaks out, throwing his phone out the window*
  • Clawhauser: ...You got another phone, right? And you still have my number on it?
  • -----
  • *Nick and the rest of the cast are backstage, taking a selfie with Gazelle and her tigers*
  • Nick: All right everyone, say, "sequel"!
Caffeine Challenge 10 June 2017

The ship cuts an elegant path through the asteroid field until, abruptly, an asteroid cuts an elegant path through it.

This is unusual for two reasons, Lorena thinks absently: 1) the actual density of asteroids in an asteroid field is much, much smaller than your average person thinks, and 2) asteroids don’t generally do “elegant”. Outside the ship, when they’re hurtling through the void at hundreds of thousands of miles per hour and still managing to look like they’re doing it slowly and majestically, yes. Inside the ship, no. But the fact of the thing can’t be denied: an unidentified asteroid has just shown up in the middle of the ship. The scanner says it’s still in the ship, too, sitting in an unused cargo hold.

Lorena gets up from her desk chair, shuts off the scanner, and starts to put on her space suit. This is too weird to be ignored, and plus, if the asteroid had really cut through the ship like that, there’s going to be issues. Of course, there are safety measures in place in case of leaks, but a hole that big opened straight onto the vacuum of space is bound to cause some issues. Luckily, the scanner wasn’t showing any loss of life, so that shouldn’t be a problem. At least, not yet.

Spacesuit on, Lorena grabs her tool box and heads for the air lock nearest the crash site. Strange, too, she thinks, that she didn’t feel anything when the asteroid hit. She’d have thought she’d feel a jolt when the ship took the force of a crash that big.

She’s getting weird looks as she walks through the ship in her space suit. This part of the ship, the only people she’s passing are maintenance people and engineers like herself, and they all know that there isn’t any external maintenance scheduled, and that if there was, she wouldn’t be the one doing it. Ah well. Let them look. She considers grabbing a maintenance person for backup, but decides against it. Better to figure out what the problem is before asking someone to solve it.

When she reaches the air lock, Lorena puts her helmet on and clips her tether to the ring inside, then presses the button to open the external doors. The air lock is closed, thank God. Sometimes people like to leave the air locks inside the ship open for convenience, but someone must have put safety before convenience for once. She makes a mental note to find that person when she finishes here; they may have saved the lives of the entire ship.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0. The air lock doors open.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt where Neil hides a British accent from the foxes to hides his identity but when he comes to the hotel after the Baltimore thing he lets it out and their all like the fuck

I looooove accents jfc this is like a thing for me okay and since there isn’t just one British accent and you haven’t specified I’m gonna go big (because go big or go home, right) and gift Neil with a thick, thick Yorkshire accent (I’m not gonna write dialect so if you don’t know how it sounds you should watch like a minute of this and imagine Neil talking like that… there ya go)

Hope you like this!

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here have a oneshot in which adam gets hooked on gilmore girls after blue makes a joke about him being like rory gilmore because he uses a pro/con list to decide between harvard and yale (thanks so much to @burn-it-slow for giving this a quick look over):

Where you lead, I will follow

Ronan pauses mid-yawn, his hand gripping onto the banister for balance.

Anywhere that you tell me to

Fuck. Not again.

If you need, you need me to be with you

“Adam! It’s 3 o’clock in the fucking morning!”

I will follow where you lead

Ronan stumbles blindly down the rest of the stairs and emerges in the living room of the barns just in time to catch the end of the Gilmore Girls theme song playing on the giant flatscreen TV.

Adam looks up guiltily as Ronan collapses on the couch next to him, pressing pause on the remote.

“She broke up with Dean at the dance. I need to know what happens with Jess,” he mumbles, his drawl more audible than usual considering it’s the middle of the god damn night.

Ronan rolls his eyes but he knows Adam can see right through him if the smirk on his face is any indication.

“And you couldn’t have waited until at least, “ Ronan glances at the tiny clock display on the cable box, “10 AM or some shit? You had to sneak out in the middle of the night and abandon me in our bed - “

Adam snorts in amusement and cuts him off. “Okay Gansey. I’ll try to pick a time you deem reasonable next time.”

“Shut up, you know you could have woken me up to watch with you,” Ronan grumbles in response, but his feigned annoyance is less than convincing when he throws an arm around Adam’s shoulder and pulls him into a cuddle.

“So can I get back to my show now or?” Adam asks, a teasing glint in his eye. Ronan just rolls his eyes and gestures for Adam to hit play.

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"Are You High?" "No I'm Connor" (tree bros)

@idekyimherebutok requested: “if ur still doing the prompt thing then 160 tree bros???”

I’m doing it for as long as people request it!! Even if it’s been like a year since I’ve reblogged it, feel free to send me a request from any prompt number post thing!!! Here’s a cute little fluffy tree bros to get away from the angst of yesterday and next week 😊

Plot: 160: “Do you think you could teach me that?”

Evan wants to help Connor and himself so he takes interest in what helps his boyfriend calm down.
Or alternatively, Connor helps Evan get high for the first time.

Warnings: swearing, drug use, verbal abuse, shitty writing about being high and blunts in general bc I’m a goody goody™ who the closest I’ve gotten to being high is facetiming with s friend who told me I should come over, get high, and give him a handjob so yeah :)

(Requester, please feel free to send me another ask with this prompt if you aren’t comfortable with drug use. It’s perfectly fine and okay if you aren’t and I really won’t mind, I actually might write another fic with this prompt but a different ‘thing being taught’ anyway because I had a cute nail painting idea 😊)

okaynowimdonerambling


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“I’ll fucking end your fucking life, Zoe, don’t you fucking test me!” Connor yelled through his door, which he had slammed just seconds before. His sister, the victim of his verbal attacks, slammed her door as well, sitting on her bed to practice her guitar for the jazz band concert next week. Connor ran his fingers through his messy, dark curls, deciding he couldn’t deal with this bullshit anymore. He flopped to the ground, looking through the bottom drawer of his bedside table, retrieving the small tin box he was looking for. He pulled it out, feeling better already.

He knew Evan wouldn’t want him to smoke, but it was midnight and Connor already wasn’t thinking too straight, and didn’t want to wake him probably sleeping boyfriend up by calling him or crawling through his window. He recalls the last time he crawled through late at night unexpectedly, and how that happened to be the one night Heidi was home from work at a decent hour, as he unlocks the box and grabs a lighter and already rolled blunt. Needless to say, he calls before he climbs through the window now. Pinching the unlit end of the blunt, he brought it to his pale lips, feeling his anger and stress float away with the smoke he exhaled. He sighed happily, already feeling much better and forgetting about what it was that Zoe had done to piss him off this time.

He’d already finished one entire blunt and was as high as a kite. Not being able to control his thoughts, and not knowing it was nearing one in the morning, he pulled out his phone, tapping a few times until he had face timed Evan. It rung once, twice, and a third time before a groggy looking Evan picked up, the duvet was covering his torso but his bare shoulders could still be seen.

“Con? It’s like 1 A.M., mwhat’s wrong?” Evan asked, his voice croaking from having just been woken up.

“Nothings wrong, I just wanted to see my pretty boyfriend’s'all,” Connor replied, his words mixing together slightly and giggling when Evans blush could be seen even in the dark bedroom.

Evan sat up and turned his bedside light on, wincing as his eyes adjusted to the light, “Are you high right now?”

“No I’m Connor,” he giggled back. Evan sighed, setting the phone down and getting up to find a shirt and shoes, deciding on one of Connors hoodies he’d ‘borrowed’ and his usual sneakers.

He picked up his phone again, “I’m coming over, you need a babysitter when you’re high, there’s no telling what trouble you’ll get into.” Evan sighed.

“Yay, boyfriends coming over!” Connor cheered, probably a little too loud. Evan winced at his volume slightly.

“Shhh, what if your parents or Zoe hears you?” Evan tried shushing Connor.

“Parents aren’t home, and Zoe’s too bitchy to hear me anyway,” Connor grumbled, giggling a bit slightly. Evan had seen Connor high on a few occasions, the first time being the weirdest for him. He’d never seen Connor so <i> giggly </i>. Sure, he was cuddly when he was high, more so than when he wasn’t, and Evan really liked that, but it was so weird to see him boyfriend giggle so much. Usually he either laughed, or didn’t, there was never any in between small giggles.


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Evan pulled the key from the potted plant and unlocked the Murphy’s front door as quietly as he could, putting the key back and locking the door when he was inside. He tip-toed up to Connors room. It was obvious it was Connors, not just by the crack in the door and small posters littering it, but by the Nirvana blaring from inside. Connor was a pretty big Nirvana fan, but high Connor was the biggest Nirvana fan. He opened the door slowly, hoping that his boyfriend would at least be wearing clothes this time, and was relieved to see he was wearing black sweatpants at least. Connor turned his head, seeing Evan enter his room and carefully close the door behind him, before sitting up on his bed and going over to him, pulling him into a big hug. Evan gasped as Connor pulled him to his chest, his arms held down by Connors bear hug.

“Heyyyyy, Evvvvvvv,” Connor giggled out. Evan held back a giggle, trying to not encourage Connor.

“Hey, Connor.”

“Hey, Evan,” Connor said, mocking Evan by putting on a grumpy expression, “Why’re you so fucking serious, babe, just chill out.” He giggled again, laying back down on his bed and resting his arms under his head.

Evan blushed, liking the fact that high Connor was extra flirty and always called him dumb pet names. He grabbed the water bottle on Connors bedside table, “Here, sober up, please?”

“Nah, fuck that, I’d rather stay fucking lit,” Connor swatted the bottle away from Evans hands, “besides, I’m like totally ninety percent sure that that water bottle is just straight vodka,” Connor giggled again. Evan sighed, giving up and deciding he better just sit and watch to make sure Connor didn’t hurt himself. He sat on Connors bed, cross legged, deciding Connor was too high to bother listening to him no matter how hard he tried to get him to sober up. He stared thoughtfully at his boyfriend, as he attempted to put his hair into a messy bun, and wondered what he felt like high. He knew that he obviously had less control of his thoughts and actions, but he was curious as to how freeing and calming it really felt. Did it really help Connor deal with his anger problems and facing his family?


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It had been an hour and Connor was still wide awake, and decided he wasn’t as high as he was. He got off the bed to roll another blunt, Evan watching him carefully as he did so.

<i> Screw it </i>, Evan decided, <i> maybe it does help him feel better, maybe it’ll help me . He fiddled with the hem of Connors hoodie, before speaking up.

“Do you think you could, uh, you could teach me that?” Evan pointed hesitantly at the blunt. Connor looked up, a little bit excited, but also worried. He was never worried about his own health and safety when he smoked, but he didn’t want to risk putting his boyfriend in harm.

“Are you sure?” He asked, seeking serious for the first time all night. Evan nodded.

“I mean if you don’t want to, uh, don’t want to show me its fine it was just a thought-” Connor shit him up with a peck on the lips, pulling away and smiling at the blushing boy.

“If you’re sure you’re okay with this, then I’ll show you,” Connor went back to grab the tin box and set it on his bed, taking out the weed and things he needed to make the blunt, showing Evan step by step how to roll it. When he was done, Evan tried it, surprised at how easy it actually was.

“Do you wanna try to smoke it?” Connor asked hesitantly, not really sure how he felt about his boyfriend smoking.

“Yeah, I mean, uh, sure, I, uh, I guess,” Evan replied, fiddling with the hem of Connors hoodie again as he thought again about how it might feel.

“Okay, do this,” Connor showed Evan how to light the blunt, Evan following his directions. Connor then took Evans hands and set them on the blunt, moving it to his lips, “Now, inhale slowly, and exhale.” Evan did so, exhaling and feeling stress and anxiety he didn’t know he held being lifted away. He sighed as he exhaled, feeling surprisingly calm. He liked it, not enough that he would do this often, but enough that he thought about enjoying getting high with his boyfriend sometimes, both of them feeling calm and happy without having to worry about anything.

Connor looked at his boyfriend as he took another hit, Evan not noticing that Connor didn’t light and wasn’t smoking his own blunt. He had sobered up slightly and was watching his boyfriend carefully. Connor didn’t want to risk him getting high and Evan hurting himself while high because Connor couldn’t protect him.

After a while the blunt was gone, the room was considerably more smoky, and Evans eyes were very red and bloodshot. Connor admired how calm his boyfriend looked and wished he could give him this feeling all the time, taking note of how he fiddled with the string of his hoodie, but not in a nervous way. He fiddled with them happily and playfully as he hummed along to the song playing, Connor chuckling because he knew for a fact Evan had no idea what song it was. Connor laid back on the bed, after he put the tin back in his drawer, and pulled Evan down to lay next to him, the smaller boy breathing quietly as he laid his head on Connors bare chest.

He was probably the calmest person while high that Connor had ever seen. Evan wasn’t as giggly or funny as Connor was when he was high, although Connor noticed he was definitely more cuddly, but he enjoyed it. Evan was more quiet and thoughtful it seemed. Conor looked down and studied Evans closed eyes as he began to drift asleep. He smiled, kissing his messy blond hair and mumbling an 'I love you’ before turning to shit the light off, hearing Evan mumble one in return.

todoloquetecaemal-deactivated20  asked:

i'm thinking on working on a fanfiction. it's focused on the harry potter world, and even though i want to make the characters seem noticeable different and grown as people, i still want to have it make sense and stay true to the story, since it happens right after the books end. any advice? thank you, love!

Thanks for your question, darling!  This is a really interesting topic to discuss, since so many fanfic writers try their hand at the aged-up AU without really thinking about what that entails.  No one really talks about it, so of course, we all go at it blindly.  But I have a few thoughts that might help :)


Writing Aged-Up Characters

I’d like to note first that this post applies best to characters aged up from 1-15 years older than their current age.  Once you start aging characters from 20 to 50 years old, the process becomes much more complicated – especially considering the life experiences in that time frame, like marriage/divorce, children, career changes, retirement, health changes, etc.  This is also a process that mainly involves list-making, so if you like lists, then you’re gonna love this (+ any of my ideas tbh I’m such a list whore).  Anyway

Step 1: List the Character’s Traits

You were warned.  The first step to aging a character properly is to take inventory of who they are now – their negative and positive traits alike.  How extensive you choose to be is really up to you.  You can list all their major traits, their preferences and fears, down to their quirks and sense of humor.  Or you can just stick to their major traits (which is what I’ll be doing for the example list).  From experience, though, I recommend you be as in-depth as possible.

To give an example, I’ll create the character Kara Roberts:

Kara Roberts

• Daydreamer
• Patient
• Loves big dogs
• Bad relationship with family
• Strong physique
• Intelligent
• Loving
• Has a crush on her English professor
• Believes in “do unto others”


Step 2: Separate “Developed” and “Undeveloped” Traits

So now that you’ve got your list, the next steps are to help you decide which traits to keep, which to change, and which to remove completely.  The first step to organizing your traits is deciding which are developed, and which are not.  Which traits have potential to naturally improve/escalate, while others are at their complete state?  In Kara’s example:

Developed:

• Daydreamer
• Patient
• Loving 
• Loves big dogs
• Intelligent
• Strong physique
• Believes in “do unto others”

Undeveloped:

• Bad relationship with family
• Has a crush on her English professor

The process may not have been clear, so let me explain.  Traits like patience, loving dogs, intelligence, and morals don’t have anywhere to go from their current point – all you can become is more patient, more intelligent, or more entrenched in your beliefs.  Unless an external incident takes place, they don’t naturally change.

But a crush on a professor can escalate without external change – it can become an obsession, or an obstacle to education.  Or it could just fade with time.  A bad relationship with family can become worse with time apart, or better as time heals wounds.  Unless something situationally changes, these are the only two traits that are mutable with time.

So once you’ve identified undeveloped traits, decide how time develops them.  Leave the developed traits alone for now (we’ll deal with them later) and just consider how their current situations resolve over however many years your character ages.  Put that aside for later.


Step 3: Separate “Innate” and “Acquired” Traits

So we have a new list, minus the two underdeveloped traits, but it’s not our final list.  Next, we separate the character’s traits into those which are innate – those which our characters are born with – and those which are acquired.  In our example:

Innate:

• Daydreamer
• Patient
• Loving
• Intelligent

Acquired:

• Strong physique
• Loves big dogs
• Believes in “do unto others”

This is simple enough to distinguish.  Kara wasn’t born with a strong body – she was born a tiny, squishy baby.  She wasn’t born loving animals, but she learned to love them due to her experiences.  She also wasn’t born with the ideology of treating others how she’d like to be treated, because babies don’t do that.  These are all consequences of how she was raised.

So what do we do with this second list?  Reduce some of the acquired traits according to the character’s experiences.  Kara can keep on loving animals; in fact, she could work at an animal shelter and wind up loving them more.  But if she’s sitting all day in an animal shelter, her strong physique may start to go with time – or if she gets pregnant, or if she starts stress-eating – or even if she becomes an Olympic athlete, her physique would change.  And her “do unto others” belief can easily fade if life starts to hit her hard.  In fact, it’s more likely that her innocence/idealism would take a hit, as she leaves college and enters the competitive job-hunting world.


Step 4: Separate “Rational” and “Irrational” Traits

Now we’ve got an even narrower list, but we’re still not done.  Now you’re going to take the list of developed, innate traits and split it one more time: into rational and irrational traits.  Rational traits include matters of the mind, while irrational traits are based on decisions, feelings, or matters of the heart.  This finalizes the list:

Rational

• Daydreamer
• Intelligent

Irrational

• Patient
• Loving 

Kara daydreams because that’s how her brain wanders.  She’s intelligent because it’s something she was born to have.  But patience is a matter of the heart – you’re born with a certain amount of patience, but you choose to continue being patient.  You can be born a loving child, but you choose to act in that love.  Patience and love are matters of the heart – they’re not just how the brain works.

So you have a third list, and these are the traits you don’t have to just develop or reduce.  Irrational traits are subject to change.  Kara may have been patient and loving in college, but in fifteen years, she doesn’t have to be that way anymore.  Life can change her – normal experiences can change her.  Some of these changes don’t even require an explanation, because life… just does that sometimes.


Step 5: Finalize Your Character’s New Traits

So you have three kinds of traits which you can develop, reduce, or change – but you shouldn’t do this to too many traits, or the character can become unrecognizable.  If we took all our options and made Kara a selfish, unhealthy, impatient person who’s in great standing with her family and stalks her English professor… she just wouldn’t be Kara anymore.  But instead:

Maintained Traits

• Daydreamer
• Loves big dogs
• Strong physique
• Intelligent
• Loving
• Bad relationship with family

Changed Traits

• Patient
• Has a crush on her English professor
• Believes in “do unto others”

So Kara’s still got her charm; she’s strong, smart, and loving… and she’s gotten over her English professor.  But her relationship with her family is still bad, and as time progresses, this wears on her patience.  As her patience diminishes, she stops waiting for things to work out in her favor – so she starts to cut in front of people, abandoning the “do unto others” ideology.

She would probably behave the same with friends, although she’d be less patient during arguments – and she wouldn’t put their needs above her own.  In a business environment, she’d probably be more successful on the career ladder – but in customer service, her impatience would prove a fatal flaw.

So she’s changed, but not completely.  We can see linearly how she’s changed and why, so we believe what we see.  And that’s what makes the whole list process worth it!  You can see exactly what to change and why, without messing with anything else.


Anyway, that’s my method of aging characters.  I hope this helps you to age up the Harry Potter characters – I personally love seeing different takes on mature HP characters, so I’ll be looking out for your fic if you ever choose to publish it!

If you have any more questions, my inbox is always open :)  Good luck!


If you need advice on general writing or fanfiction, you should maybe ask me!

Poppy isn’t her real name.

I’m not taking about Moriah the actress. I mean Poppy the character. 

So I started theorizing about this when I was trying to figure out the meaning behind, “I’m Poppy.” This is one of her earlier videos, and I do think that’s relevant when trying to figure out what it means. I think all the Poppy videos show a young girl’s descent into stardom and a cult-and with that comes brainwashing and a complete change. Which is why I think Poppy the character really has a different name. When she moved to Hollywood, they made her change it. Think about how many celebrities have changed their names to make themselves more interesting or noticeable. Just hearing the words Marilyn Monroe causes people to think of one of the biggest movie stars in history, but Marilyn Monroe wasn’t even her real name. The one she had before just wasn’t considered glamorous enough for producers.

So I’m rambling, but the point is, I think Poppy was given to the girl we’re seeing as a way of helping to change her image and getting her to leave her entire life behind. If someone just told you, “Hey Katie, you have to be called Amber from now on,” you’d probably slip up a few times and refer to yourself as Katie. That’s why there’s a ten minute long video of her saying, “I’m Poppy.” She’s getting used to it. She’s having it drilled into her head that that is her name now. And it also might explain why she often refers to herself in the third person in her videos. Because she’s not really Poppy. Poppy is somebody else that people created and pushed onto her. 

Inspired by the song Alone With You by Jake Owen, it came on the radio as I was waking up and my subconscious ran with it.


It happens on a Friday night, after a case that had them running ragged chasing leads all over this island when Steve leans over and kisses him. They’ve been drinking and Danny’s had a lot but not as much as Steve and he’s wondering if maybe Steve’s had even more than he thought. Steve breaks the kiss and looks at him, looking for something, but Danny’s so in shock at he can’t think which is his excuse why he lets Steve lean in and kiss him again. This time it’s more demanding, and when Steve parts his lips Danny can taste the alcohol on his tongue.

Danny’s drunk, but not drunk enough that he doesn’t know he should put a stop to this. But Steve is pressing against him, guiding him so that they’re lying down on the couch together and working a hand underneath his t-shirt. Steve kisses him again and he knows that this can’t happen, not like this, but the alcohol is making his thoughts fuzzy so when Steve thrusts down against him he greedily reciprocates, setting a fast pace that leaves no room for any thought except getting his hands and mouth on Steve’s skin.

They don’t talk about it. Hell, he’s not even sure that Steve remembers it, which is a thought that hurts more than it should. He should be relieved, just shove the thoughts away until he can pretend that they never happened, that they were just another dream of something that he can’t have.

That works for all of a week when the team finds themselves at Steve’s, celebrating the closure of a high-profile money laundering case. Chin, Kono, and Lou have all left, leaving him and Steve to pick up the lanai. He can see a bit of a wobble in Steve’s step as they pass in the kitchen but doesn’t think anything of it as he starts rinsing out the empty beer bottles. He’s so focused on his task that he doesn’t hear Steve come back in until he sets the last two bottles on the counter next to him and then presses himself against Danny’s back, sliding his hands onto his hips and leaning in so that he can speak right into Danny’s ear.

“Come upstairs,” Steve whispers and Danny feels like his entire body is about to burst. He can’t speak his heart is pounding so hard so in the end he doesn’t, just shakily nods his head and lets Steve lead him to the bedroom.

It becomes a thing. Danny goes over to Steve’s house, they have just enough beers for some deniability, and then they head up to Steve’s bedroom. In the morning Steve will be out swimming when Danny wakes up so Danny gets dressed and leaves and they don’t mention it.

It’s becoming a routine and it’s killing Danny because it’s not real. For years he pined over Steve, harbored a crush that he never expected to go anywhere, but now he knows what Steve tastes like and it’s worse than never being with him at all because it doesn’t mean anything. That doesn’t stop him from doing it again, and again, until he starts to hate himself a little more each time he wakes alone.

So when Steve asks him to come over the next Friday he wants to say no, he knows what Steve’s really asking but even his self-loathing isn’t enough to stop him from saying “Okay”.

He should turn back, make up some excuse about having to take the kids, something that will get him out of going over to Steve’s. He should, but he knows that he won’t. He want’s this too much, and he hate’s himself for how much he wants it, but he still walks into Steve’s house without knocking. Still takes Steve’s offered beer without a second thought and plants himself on the couch next to Steve.

They make some small talk, but mostly they watch the game on tv, and Danny sits there waiting for when Steve’s going to make his move. It happens in the third quarter, Steve looks at him and says his name and Danny knows.

He lets Steve push him back onto the couch, kisses back greedily when Steve’s mouth finally finds his, and tries not to think about how empty he’ll feel in the morning. Except he can feel Steve smiling and he breaks.

“Stop, stop,” he says, pushing Steve off of him and sliding off of the couch, “I can’t do this.”

“Danny?” Steve asks, and he looks so confused that Danny wants to go over and kiss him, but then he remembers that empty feeling he gets after every time they do this and it stops him dead in his tracks.

“I can’t do this,” he says again, more determined as he starts to buttoning his shirt again.

“Hold on Danny,” Steve protests, sitting up on the couch and looking much more sober.

“No, Steve. I can’t do this anymore. Okay? This thing that we’re doing is so dysfunctional and if I don’t end it now I know I never will. So I’m gonna leave.”

“What are you talking about-” Steve asks, standing up, but Danny cuts him off before he can try and change his mind again.

“This thing where we get drunk and hook up and then never acknowledge it! It’s killing me to keep doing this with you, Steve,” Danny admits, and then he does something even more stupid that hooking up with his best friend, he tells him the truth, “I’m in love with you Steve. Can’t you see that?” Steve apparently doesn’t have anything to say to that, so Danny walks out the door without another word.

It’s just after noon the next day when his doorbell rings. He knows exactly who it is before he answers and sure enough, he opens the door to see Steve standing determinedly on his front stoop. Before Danny can say anything Steve hold up a hand to silence him and holds up a breathalyzer unit. Danny watches, confused, as Steve breathes into the breathalyzer until it beeps and shows him the zero reading.

“Steve-”

“I have thought about kissing you every minute, of every day, since I met you. I wonder what it would be like to live with you, and I dream about being able to wake up next to you. I want to go to parent-teacher nights for the kids, and teach Grace to drive, and help Charlie with his homework, and I want to cook meals with you in our home. I want it all Danny, but I didn’t think that you did, so I got drunk and kissed you, and I kept doing it. I’m sorry that the only way I thought that I could have you hurt you so much but this is me, stone cold sober, telling you exactly how I feel.”

“Come here, you goof,” Danny says, pulling Steve into his house by his shirt collar and kissing him. Steve wraps his arms around him, breaking the kiss to whisper, “I love you, too,” and Danny smiles.

Most of Hinata Shouyou’s life is paved through forgetting. It’s not even as hard as he might have thought. GM-O394 is dead. Hinata Shouyou is alive. And it doesn’t matter what’s branded onto his thigh, or what scars he has as a reminder: Hinata Shouyou is alive, GM-O394 is not.

*

It’s easy, really, to forget. Because he’s not jumping, not flying, not doing anything GM-O394 once loved. So he forgets. (He trains himself to forget).

He forgets how to hold a gun.

He forgets how to break a neck.

He forgets how to kill a man.

And really, really, sometimes it’s all too easy to forget that these were all things he once needed to know how to do.

*

Tall people, tall, strong, volleyball players—they intimidate him, and rightly so, whenever he meets them in front of a bathroom. Not that he’d ever back down; but they make him nervous, because he’s not GM-O394 when he meets them, he’s Hinata.

*

Those times when he hit Kageyama—it was Hinata hitting Kageyama, just an ordinary human boy, hitting like an ordinary human boy would.

It’s amazing to think even when he’s angry, even when he’s attacking someone, he’s not attacking someone. He’s reacting just the way he should be: like someone who was never trained how to hurt people, and if that’s not a sign about who he really is, then he doesn’t know what would be.

*

It’s not 394 who defends Kiyoko from the Johzenji either, although it could have been. That had all been Hinata—getting in between them, being pushed aside, jumping in front of them—that was First Year Hinata Shouyou, trying to help out his beloved Third Year manager, all the while thinking that Tanaka or Nishinoya could have done a better job.

There’s a second, just the tiniest of moments, when Kiyoko looks a little scared by all these strange men crowding her and for the tiniest breath there’s that possibility of danger because the Karasuno students don’t know these guys are and maybe they’re the kind of people who might hurt a girl and in that small, very quick, can’t even really call it a second, 394 is lurking beneath the surface of Hinata’s skin. Blow to the chin, blow to the gut, knock to the ground, grab Kiyoko, fly.

But these students, they’re interested in Hinata Shouyou, the volleyball player. So it’s the volleyball player who talks back. And when Kiyoko thanks him later, it’s really easy to forget just how close he’d been to 394.

*

He almost always dreams about flying, but sometimes those dreams are memories and they’re more like nightmares.

Sometimes, he dreams about being on the alert—and he has to see everything, everything, because if he misses anything and doesn’t provide the right warning in time, his Generation could die. He has to be more aware than any of them, he has to be prepared for anything, he has to move quickly, he has to move before there’s ever any danger because if he doesn’t move fast it’ll be too late and it’s his job to catch things before it’s too late.

It’s his job to say, there he is, there’s the man who has to die.

It’s his job to say, leave now or we’ll all die.

And it’s his job to get rid of any unexpected threat because the others are too far away and no one ever remembers to look up so they don’t see him coming.

He’s not actually good at his job. He does it. But there’s a reason he was scrapped.

When he wakes up from those dreams it’s easy to treat them as dreams. Just dreams. Over when the morning comes. Not something he ever has to think about again.

Forget it ever happened.

*

And his classmates in Karasuno, and his teammates in the volleyball club, and his teachers and his parents and his boyfriend—they all forget too because it’s easy. Hinata Shouyou told the world he was genetically designed in a lab and then he went to school the next day like it never happened. People would tease him but they didn’t put it together, not really. They couldn’t add Miracle and Hinata Shouyou and make it equal threat and that’s fine. He’s not a threat. He’s not even a Miracle, not really.

(GM-O394 is dead. Hinata Shouyou is not).

*

The people who play against him remember, which is something Hinata finds out on accident.

It’s the bathroom again, of course it’s the bathroom, and he’s in a stall and he doesn’t expect to overhear the Aoba Josai players talking to one another after their practice game but he does.

“You know how sometimes that shrimp just moves when you don’t expect him to and he spikes the ball, and then he just kinda gets that aura like he might actually kill you?”

“Yeah?”

“It’s a lot more terrifying now that you know he could probably actually kill you, isn’t it?”

“Seriously.”

Hinata has to hide in the bathroom until they leave. It’s a weird sort of disconnect, because he didn’t know that’s how he comes across on a volleyball court, and also he’s pretty sure he was never so terrifying when he was an assassin.

(He was a very bad assassin).

*

At some point, when they’re kissing, Kageyama finds his scars. (They’re small and unobtrusive for the most part, it would be easy to think they’re the products of a normal, clumsy childhood, except by now Kageyama knows Hinata didn’t have a normal childhood).

The fascinating thing about Kageyama is that he doesn’t ask. From the get go, he knows who Hinata Shouyou is, and nothing else really matters.

*

But later, after Kageyama meets Kuroko Tetsuya a few times, he does ask, but it’s not the question Hinata is expecting.

“Do you ever think you’ll be him again?”

It pleases him, for some strange reason, that Kageyama recognizes Hinata isn’t that person anymore. He thinks about the question, remembers briefly what 394 feels like under his skin and says, “Might.” He shrugs. “If I had a reason.”

Kageyama accepts this, and then they don’t talk about it, and it’s like they’ve both forgotten, even if they haven’t.

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A/N: My first ever Jensen fic so don’t judge too harshly okay? I tried my best!

You were sitting in your husbands chair, Your daughter Priscilla sleeping peacefully in your arms. Your husband was doing a death scene for the 100th time, And you can’t help but cringe every time. It looks so real in person. Moving a stray hair from your daughters face, You see her eyes flutter open. You don’t normally take her when you’re going to visit your husband, But this time you wanted to take her. She smiles at you, Running her chubby fingers against your neck, Moving up so she’s sitting on your leg.

“Is that daddy?” She looks at you, And you smile.

“Yup. He’s working so we have to be extra quiet okay?” She nods, And she looks back at Jensen.

When the death scene came on, You tried covering her eyes but she moved her head; Watching Jensen get stabbed.

Her eyes start watering, Jumping off your leg to run to Jensen.

“Daddyyy!!” She sobs, Jensen’s head immediately looking up to see her.

He gets to his knees to feel her crash against his chest. He caresses her head, Laughing softly while looking at her face.

“Honey? What’s wrong?” He wipes her tears with his thumb.

“I- I thought you were gone daddy!” Her eyes stare deep into Jensen’s, Snot coming out of her nose.

“I’m okay.. Look.” He motions for a towel, And he wipes his face with it; Showing her his beautiful face.

“Daddy’s alright. No need to cry”

She’s hiccuping now, Unable to keep the tears from falling down her face.

“I’m so sorry guys! I thought I had a good hold of her but she ran before I could get her” You apologize to the crew, Sad that they needed to do it all over again.

“It’s fine (Y/n). We needed a break anyway. Take 20 everyone!” 

Everyone went their different ways, And you walked toward Jensen.

“I’m sorry honey. I had to mess up the shot”

“Don’t apologize-” He stands up, Priscilla in hold. “-She’s just worried about daddy huh?” he kisses her forehead, And smiles.

You smile, Planting a kiss on his lips before taking Priscilla on your arms. 

“I’m going over to Genevieve’s so she doesn’t stay too lonely okay?” Giving him another kiss, You make your way out kid in toll.

“God I love you so much” He pulls you back toward him, Laughing at your squeals.

“I love you too. Now, Get back to work.” You squeeze his ass and start walking away.

“Oh no you don’t” He slaps your ass and runs away, Laughing when you try to run after him.

“Jared! Can you please do me a favor sweetheart?” You shout for Jared who’s eating a donut.

“Can you please eat some beans before the impala shot?” 

Jensen stares at you and Jared in horror, Screaming when Jared picks up a bean burrito.

“Anything for you (Y/n)!” He almost chokes on it when Jensen snatches it out of his hand.

“Not today Satan! Not today!”

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“Move away from the door and let me at him.” | “Are you taking his side against mine?” | College AU/AH

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On second thought, keying Tyler’s car might have been the better idea.

“Easy, love. You’re making a scene.” spoke the British brick wall in front of her.

True enough, most of his frat brothers had their phones out, probably broadcasting her humiliation to the world.

What a fucking mess.

But it’s too late to back down now. No. She owed it to every scorned woman out there to see this thing through.

“I mean it, Mikaelson. Move away from the door and let me at him!” Caroline pushed the man to the side but barely moved an inch.

See? Brick wall.

She’s been here half an hour since her boyfriend (now ex) mistakenly sent her a pic that she definitely wasn’t meant to see. Tyler didn’t follow up with his usual string of excuses so she figured a.) he still had no idea what the hell he just did because b.) he’s so fucking out of his mind what with that manicured hand around his dick.

God, she wouldn’t be caught dead in that nail color.

And so, after getting over her disbelief, Caroline stormed straight to his Greek house only to be accosted by Klaus here who, for the first time in forever, decided to exercise his role as frat president and insisted on honoring “rules”.

Ha! This coming from Whitmore’s number one rule breaker? No doubt this untimely change of heart had nothing to do with honor but a lot to do with being a jackass.

“You know I’m bound by code to keep trouble at the door and you, love,” said the jackass.“Look like pure trouble.”

Ugh.

“But as lifelong best friend to your sister, you owe it to me at least to let me knee him in the balls.”

“Ooooohhh.” A chorus of dude voices chanted.

She shot them a glare the same time Klaus did and they all curiously dropped their phones.

Huh.

Anyway–

“Look, Klaus…” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “This is really not the time to decide you’re over me! If you want to get on my good side, I suggest you–”

Suddenly the whole world turned upside down and she found herself tossed over Klaus’ shoulder.

What in the fresh hell?

“Klaus?”

Of course, that got her no answer, only the tightening of his hold on her back.

“I swear to God if that freaking hand strayed lower than it should, I would– Oomph!”

In a matter of seconds, she was unceremoniously deposited in her car, on the passenger seat with Klaus in the driver’s. She tested the door– it’s locked.

“You seriously used child lock on me?”

“Just a precaution, love.” The bastard dimpled. Dimpled.

“What? You’re protecting Tyler’s balls from my knee? Are you taking his side against mine?”

“Now, now, Caroline. Hear me out. You know I have a vested interest in this.”

“You have a vested interest on my breakup?”

He’s still smiling. The. Nerve. “Well, first, Rebekah made me promise to keep you doing anything you’ll regret.”

“But–”

“Second, as much as I want to see Tyler get a swift kick in the rear,  his father is a treasured alum. It wouldn’t exactly look good on me if I just stood by while someone attacked his precious son’s jewels.”

“Okay but–”

“And last, you’re a smart woman, love. In fact, I wager you did expect your ex to screw up sooner or later so you can legitimately dump him. You’re more angry than hurt that he’d do something utterly low.“

That shut her up. TBH, he got her at "smart woman”. Albeit looking smug as shit, Klaus Mikaelson, the irreverent flatterer, actually paid her a sincere compliment instead of a cheesy line.

“Well… Nice points you got there, Dr. Freud but a few things though– Don’t try to manage my feelings and battles for me. I can handle them myself, thank you very much. And also, how does your third reason fall under your ‘vested interest’?”

The look he gave her then made her shiver. “You know.”

God, are they seriously discussing this?

Caroline coughed. “Are you hitting on me? Like right now?”

“When am I not hitting on you?”

That earned him an eyeroll. “I’m not making you my rebound, Mikaelson.”

“Then don’t. Let’s date.”

Say what?

Caroline would have laughed if not for the dead serious look on his face.

Her cheeks heated.

She’d always known the guy had thing for her. But she’d been with Tyler since forever and  Klaus always seemed to strike the wrong chord with her what with his bad boy looks and ladies’ man smile.

Or maybe just because he’s the one who always made her wonder.

“Fuck it.”  Caroline muttered.

“Excuse–”

And then she’s on him. On his lap. Against his lips. They’re probably giving everyone outside a show but whatever.

Tweet this, motherfuckers.

After properly fogging up her windows, she got off him.

Klaus’ smile was glowing. “Where to?”

“Just drive.”

“Is this a date then?”

She scoffed. “I haven’t even said yes yet.”

His answering look told it all. Oh, you will.

anonymous asked:

I'm tired of Muslims being demonized like this. A lot of Muslim countries are working towards being more progressive and it sickens me when people still bring up Sharia law and terrorism because so many Muslims are not terrorists and would never dream of it and only extremely conservative Muslim countries follow sharia law...

I think that the key difference that everyone needs to remember is not to demonise individual Muslims as people, or automatically presume that someone is “bad” if they follow Islam – that’s clearly anti-Muslim bigotry and totally wrong – but it is fair to reasonably criticise Islam as an ideology the same way that we should be able to reasonably criticise any faith as an ideology, and accept that there are issues within Muslim communities the same way that there are issues in all other religious communities.

Obviously not all Muslims are terrorists and it’s totally wrong to say that. The problem with Islam is that there hasn’t been a reformation the same way that there’s been reformation with the likes of Judaism and Christianity. 

For example: I and everyone with any sense recognises that there is some really awful things in the Torah and outside of the tiny fringe of extremist Jews, even the most Orthodox ignore them. Only utterly extreme Jews want to go around stoning people for breaking Shabbat. And even then, they’re completely condemned and seen as insane by the vast, vast majority of Jews. 

But with Islam, because there hasn’t been reformation, the worst verses aren’t (almost) universally recognised as such. Because the words in the Qu’ran are seen as “perfect,” there’s no margin of error, and the Muslims that sit and say, “Yeah, that bit’s not right, we should just ignore that,” are often attacked for doing so. 

Original Jewish law is totally outdated and if we followed the whole of that, we’d be barbaric, the same with original Christian law. Sharia law is no different, and there are real issues with Muslims that follow Sharia law even in places like the UK.

It’s a horrible fact to note, but right now, Islam is the cause of a hell of a lot of terrorism. If it wasn’t, terrorists would be shouting and blaming imperialism or whatever else when they carry out their evil acts, but they don’t. Islamic terrorists are manipulated into committing atrocities because radicalisers tell them that by doing those awful things, they’re being “good Muslims.” When people from the likes of the UK are sneaking out of the country to join ISIS, it’s because they’ve been convinced that living in a Western country is making them “bad Muslims.”

Away from Islam itself – because there will always be good and bad people in every single faith, and Islam isn’t special as far as that’s concerned – what’s caused a lot of backlash is the desperation of both Muslims and non-Muslims to pretend that Islam itself is perfect and that Islamic terrorism isn’t “really” Islamic, when that’s very obviously untrue. Most of that desire comes from a good place. It’s badly thought-out, but it’s people basically wanting to protect the good Muslims and separate them from the bad. It just hasn’t worked.

You see, the Westboro Baptist Church is Christian. You’ll hear other Christians say “They’re not acting like true Christians,” but there’s no huge drive to pretend that the WBC isn’t Christian at all. Everyone knows that they’re Christian. They use the Bible to push their disgusting agenda. They’re using their Christianity to preach bigotry, but they absolutely believe that they’re being good Christians when doing so. 

The thing is, I’m genuinely convinced that the only way that things will change is if more Muslims stand up and say that Islamic terrorism is wrong. Saying things like, “That’s not Islamic,” or “Those terrorists aren’t really Muslim” and trying to push that idea just doesn’t work. The “But terrorists mostly kill other Muslims” doesn’t work either, because it isn’t Muslim killing Muslim, it’s, sadly, “True Believer killing Apostate,” it’s “Sunni vs Shia” and then both against Ahmadi.

And don’t get me wrong. There are absolutely Muslims that stand up and speak out, but then they get death threats from other Muslims. They’re attacked and dismissed as not being “real” Muslims. There’s a huge culture of fear. 

You know, in all my time on Tumblr, I’ve only ever had one positive interaction with a Muslim user, which later turned out to be null and void. I’ve had a grand total of three private conversations. 

The first was friendly in private for months and then unfollowed me, blocked me and went on a rant about how evil Jews were on their blog.

The second was friendly, but told me that we had to be enemies because the Qu’ran said that we’d always be enemies.

The third was fine, until she returned and told me to delete all positive interactions with her on my blog because her husband hates Jews.

I have never, at any time, had an ask, even anonymously, from a Muslim that has said something as simple as, “I think antisemitism is wrong.” I’ve never had a private message from a Muslim saying that they want to offer support with no caveats.

What I do see, constantly, is maybe a handful of virtue-signalling “Reblog if you’re against antisemitism” posts on Muslim blogs before they then go into rants and spread antisemitism through lies or conspiracy theories “because Israel.” And I know for a fact that there will be plenty of Muslim bloggers on this site that are decent and hate all forms of bigotry, but I’d bet my last penny that they’re too scared of fellow Muslims to admit what they really think, so they keep quiet.

It’s a community issue. I’m sorry to have to say that Muslims need to do more. And I feel that I can say that because I’m fairly well-known by now, and every time I see the Jewish community on here being awful, I damn well make sure to say something about it, call out their intolerance or bigotry, and then stand by my principles, those other Jews be damned.

I know that you want to defend your fellow Muslims. That’s admirable, it really is. But if all you’re going to do is dismiss very relevant and real issues, all that anyone is going to see is that you want to ignore the bad and pretend only the good exists. And, as wrong as it is, that fuels the really horrible and hateful side of the political right wing, because they often use it as an excuse to generalise against people.

I mean, let’s be blunt here. I’m Jewish. There’s a huge amount of antisemitism in Muslim communities. I’ve experienced a ton of antisemitism from Muslims in the real world. They’re not isolated. They’re British citizens and, on quite a few occasions, were great, ordinary people until they realised that I was Jewish. So there’s a problem there. I don’t want to demonise all Muslims, far from it. But to be frank with you, I would genuinely appreciate it if there were even one or two Muslims that were happy to put a url to “It sucks that you went through that and those people were bad, antisemitism is wrong,” and nothing else, but I genuinely have never had that and that’s really saddening.

There are issues about anti-LGBT-phobia and sexism in non-Reform and non-Liberal Jewish communities. There are issues about racism in different Jewish communities. I’m against circumcision and kosher slaughter, and I count those as issues, too. 

I can’t pretend that there aren’t issues in Judaism and Jewish communities. I can’t pretend that the Neutrei Karta or other Jewish terrorist groups aren’t actually Jewish. I can’t pretend that the fundamentalists that use the Torah to an extreme aren’t Jewish. I also can’t pretend that it’s unfair to reasonably criticise those things.

And honestly, in regards to Islam and Muslim communities, you can’t pretend, either. 

anonymous asked:

At first I found the joke about jimin around whit people funny, because I'm a POC that works in retail that's my face all the time with rude costumers but then I just started disliking the joke. Cause you can tell my baby just shy and he doesn't know what to do exactly. He's in a new culture and country so of course he's going to act a little confused and mono tone. The he was getting hate that seriously was so stupid. I hope he doesn't see any of it because I don't want him to beat himself up.

Thank you for agreeing with me! I’m just furious about how people can overlook the fact that at least some people that has the same point of view as mine and disagreeing with the “joke” were not thinking about how it would hurt the “white” but JIMIN!!!! 

Why use color? Why use his pics in such a joke? I am offended by the joke, not because it uses the word “white”, but because you use Jimin for your ridiculous vendetta. Do you know how much hate he will get by people who misunderstood things? Do you know how many people are now looking at the boys and into the fandom thanks to Billboard? And how many there are that just now joining the fandom and might not get the joke?

No, I’m not talking about how it’s hurt people in that skin color, or any certain race. But how it will hurt Jimin. Don’t you people know how easy it is for them to get access to everything we put online? Even if you’re going to say “no, the boys don’t have tumblr”. This is the internet! People in twitter has access as much as we have to theirs and they can spread our posts as much as we can spread theirs on our blogs, and it’ll be no problem for that “joke” to reach their eyes sooner or later. Stop overlooking that fact alone, and please consider how Jimin would feel if he sees, when he must’ve already feel bad that day for being so out of place and nervous about the award and the event itself. He was in a foreign land. If only you use the caption “Let me go home” instead of that caption, then I will laugh along with you.


Anonymous said: It’s a joke. Don’t worry it won’t be affecting white peoples privilege in the end of the day :-) I don’t care if they get butt hurt over a joke when they don’t get discriminated/oppressed in real life. Poc get murdered for just their skin color and lots of other things I can say.

This message just came in at the same time I was typing that long answer above, so I’m just going to put this here because I know there are many of you who thinks the same as this person and I hate having to type my answer all over again, when I know for some reason our logical answers can never get through to your heads. Please read my long answer above your message, my kind person. And tell me this, have you watched the current interview on Kiisfm FB live? Did you see the interviewer mentioning to the boys how the phrase “third guy from the left” becomes a trending topic? Now when you do see this, please imagine if the boys go to the internet, and not only they find those posts about Jin and Jungkook, but also the Jimin’s “joke”. Now try to imagine how they feel about it, and come back to me. Please don’t point your fingers at me calling me whitey as you guys did to my POC friends. I’m Asian. My skin color tone is yellow and I have nothing against others with different skin color than mine.

This will be the last time I answer this matter. Like I said in the previous tag, anyone coming in trying to talk about this again and disregard my long ass answer above will be ignored. I’m done talking. And if you’re not going to listen then so be it. I’m just praying no hell is going to be let loose. And praying that Jimin is having a hell of fun out there.