this is shitty but whatev i loved this part

anonymous asked:

I love your class 1-a scenarios! They make me really happy, thank you so much. :) You are awesome^^ Do you think that everyone of class 1-a has a special talent like drawing, singing, gymnastic and so on?

sO

i just wanna point this out b/c it’s great and then i’ll get into headcanons, but Iida, Aoyama, Satou, and Mineta are all apparently really great at drawing 

Iiida looks like he took some sort of still life/classic arts drawing class with the way he shades, and Aoyama’s is so very inspired by shoujo. Mineta’s is like… ridiculously good?? and Satou’s is really neat b/c he’s a kinda ‘less detail, more free-form gesture lines’ kinda guy

i really enjoy Ochako’s super cutesy doodles b/c you can tell she’s not all that great, but she has such a cute art style. 

my favorite part of this panel tho is Bakugou’s mediocre art skills. look at the way he drew his nubby little fingers. look at those shitty little bombshells, the things on the side aren’t even the same size and shape. one’s slightly wiggly and bigger than the other. he gave himself little stick arms. he can’t draw shoes.

Bakugou’s secret talent is that he finally sucks at something and i love it

anYWAY onto headcanons:

  • for whatever reason i think Denki would be pretty good at singing?? specifically kpop, which i also hc him really liking. i don’t even know why i don’t listen to kpop, i just get that kinda vibe from him
  • Denki, Bakugou, Kirishima, Sero are all really good at dancing (especially stuff like free form and breakdancing). Baku dances really aggressively tho, but the others are pretty happy and fun about it
  • Momo is really good at elegant type dancing. also really good at cooking b/c it’s… pretty similar to what she has to do with her quirk?? 
  • i imagine Iida also took a dancing class at his fancy highschool but i can’t imagine he was all that great at dancing tbh. i imagine he has a nearly photographic memory, and is a really fast reader
  • Ochako is really good at making mochi and spotting good deals at stores
  • Todoroki makes really good tea
  • for some reason i think Tooru would be really good at arranging flowers?? idk i just associate her a lot with flowers, im not sure why
  • Jirou is good at vocal impressions
  • Tsuyu is also good at cooking b/c she had to cook for her younger siblings
  • Bakugou is good at cooking b/c he’s just. like that
  • with enough time and energy, Izuku can imitate literally anyone, not just All Might 
  • Shouji is fucking great at drumming (esp with his extra arms)
  • Kouda can write some amazing poetry
  • Tokoyami is also, unsurprisingly, very good at poetry. (goth poetry b/c he’s just extra like that)
  • Aoyama is actually pretty awesome at styling hair and putting together fashionable outfits for people
  • Satou is surprisingly good at singing really emotional ballad-type songs (tho he’s kinda embarrassed about it)
  • Mina is really great at gymnastics and is really flexible 
  • Ojirou is really good at making traditional japanese style foods (especially ones with rice)

anonymous asked:

I read a really good FBI Derek fic a few months ago. Now I am on the hunt for any FBI Sterek fics!! A friend recommended this blog. So I am hope you can help me. Thanks 😊

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Anonymous said:Good morning lovely people!!! After last nights finale I am in desperate need of all FBI Stiles or FBI Derek fics!! Please any all as long as it ends with HEA STEREK! Pretty please 😘


In case you missed it. It’s now canon that Stiles is going to school to be an FBI agent. So…let your little fic writing hearts explode. - Anastasia

Originally posted by canonspngifs

And In That Moment (I Saw You) by Boom

(1/1 I 1,397 I Not Rated)

Derek Hale has been hunting the assassin known as the Nogitsune for six years. Granted there hasn’t been a murder attributed to him in five years, but Derek it sure he’s close. His husband, Stiles, thinks he should let it go.

This is a scene from a longer work I may or may not actually post. Can be read as a stand alone.

I can’t count to I love you by constellationmoles (Fawxy)

(1/? I 1,433 I Mature)

As much as Stiles loves being in the most corrupted part of the FBI, running with werewolves, and the secrets he has to tell his dad, no other emotion can rival with his hatred for Agent fucking Hale. With his horrible whatever color his eyes are and shitty Adonis face. And why does he look like he was crafted out of marble? Shit uh wait no come back I got this.

Alright fine. As pretty as Agent Hale is, he does not wish to be married to the guy. But his boss says ‘hahahah no pretend to be in love with him because hunters and witches and stuff’ yeah yeah whatever Deaton you just want us to stop fighting in the break room over the last donut hole.

Stiles Stilinski does not want to be fake married Derek Hale but nobody listens.

Not even his new husband.

Lunatic by Horribibble

(2/2 I 2,469 I Mature)

FBI Agent Derek Hale is one of the good guys. He takes his suppressants and plays the part of a decent human being with remarkable accuracy. But when he’s sent in to interrogate Stiles Stilinski, alleged serial killer, it looks like the pack’s come back to haunt him.

“You shouldn’t pout like that, baby. Not when we planned you such a big surprise.”

Better Safe than Sorry by Inell

(1/1 I 3,435 I Teen)

Stiles, Derek, and Isaac check out the area where Paige Krasikeva was likely kidnapped by their perp.

The Secret’s Out by DarkAlpha67

(1/1 I 3,769 I Teen)

Edwin Rocks has been Stilinski’s partner for years and he doesn’t know anything about the kid, until there’s a bombing and he sees another side of Stilinski and finds out some interesting things too…

Underlying Architecture by Blue_Five 

(2/? I 4,042 I Mature)

Remains are discovered in Arlington Cemetary. FBI Special Agent and Alpha Derek Hale has to figure out who the body used to be and what happened. Dr. Stiles Stilinski is an Omega and a brilliant anthropologist capable of doing just that with his equally brilliant team at the Jeffersonian.

Unfortunately, they can’t stand each other.

Anguis in Herba by WednesdaysDaughter

(3/3 I 8,606 I Mature)

“Not to gross anyone out more than they already are, but has anyone found the victims’ skin?” Lydia asks and Stiles gags.

“I don’t even want to consider the answer to that question Lyds,” Stiles complains and Allison grimaces in agreement.

When a serial killer from his home town runs rampant, Stiles Stilinski (Technical Analyst for the B.A.U.) along with his team must find him in time to save one of their own from ending up like the first three victims: Poisoned and skinned alive.

Jones by Lostxcow

(5/? I 15,901 I Mature)

It was only supposed to be a regular case with the BAU team flying out to Beacon Hills to assist Detective Stiles Stilinski solve a copy-cat murderer case who was supposed to be dead 2 years ago. How did Derek end up flying back every weekend on his days off just to see him again?

or

AU where Derek is an FBI and meets Stiles (detective) to help for a case. they hit it off from there. Derek visits every days off he has, Stiles texts him random shit while he’s bored. Derek always forgets about time difference making Stiles mad, but he loves him too much to care.

or

Criminal Minds AU but with Derek and Stiles instead of JJ and Will bc i love them both so why not. and there’s not a lot of FBI sterek which there should be

Keep On the Sunny Side by GiggleSnortBangDead

(1/1 I 53,746 I Explicit)

It’s like a Tarantino revenge flick, but worse. It’s all a little cliche but, hey, they gotta kill Kate Argent.

By Blood or Bite (Pack) by bigbootsmanofwar

(15/? I 98,970 I Explicit)

Derek didn’t do field work. He refused. God knew the last time he left the office, it didn’t go so well. He’s perfectly content to just sit in his lab, help out from afar, and keep to himself.

If the kid who kept breaking all the rules would stop confusing him, things might have been OK. You know, with the kid he’s turned who he can’t stop worrying about, the damaged splinters of family he has left, and the Uncle he doesn’t trust looming over Stiles’ shoulder.

If he wasn’t so lonely, he’d pack it all in now.

Blue Moon by AsexualDerek (Cammerel)

(24/24 I 113,050 I Explicit)

After Agent Hale’s partner is killed, he gets landed with a young, nubile agent that doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut and stop asking questions about things that aren’t his business to know.

RE: that 40k threadpocalypse about representation in Warhammer 40k (with all apologies to @petepaintswarhammer for me helping make it the Literal Wall Of Text that it became, which is why this is it’s own post)

The funny thing to me is whenever anyone yells “FORCED DIVERSITY.” Like. Think about it a moment. This isn’t even a medium where a concept like that even makes sense.

All the people on the pro-diversity side of things want is one thing: More models that include more representation. (More inclusion in the lore would be amazing too, and would probably come as a side-benefit to diversifying the models since at this point it feels like the lore is mostly just GW’s way to push that plastic out the door). That’s mostly it. Plastic Sisters, female and non-white head options for Marines, overall more sculpts for Guard and Tau (as far as Xenos go, Eldar and Dark Eldar seem to be okay with women in their troops, but more named characters would be nice), stuff like that.

“Forced diversity” makes it sound like we’re going to force GW to force everyone to build their armies diverse. Which, like, no. You want your boring, all white dude army, build it yourself. We just want options besides that without having to pay for 3rd party stuff. Hell, GW does this, and their avenues for making money only go up, as it starts cutting in on those 3rd party markets, and more money for GW means more incentive for them to come out with more angry spacepeoples that everyone loves to put together and paint.

Like, this isn’t even like comics (though the “forced diversity” argument is still laughable there), where you at least had a leg to stand on. “This title’s all SJW crap! It’s my only option if I want to read about these characters!” Alright, I see your point there. Shitty point, you’re an awful person, but still. “Someone else is building an army using first party parts to make women and brown people!” Not infringing on your ability to make whatever army you want, shitstain. Thus, not forced diversity.

If GW opening avenues to allow customers even more flexibility in building their army how they want honestly offends you to the point that it makes you want to leave the game, please do. More angry spacepeoples for the rest of us.

SEVEN MINUTES | ALBERT DASILVA

OCTOBER 4TH : AUTUMN IMAGINE DAY FOUR

ALBERT X READER

[NEWSIES MODERN AU]

SUMMARY: It’s a love-hate kind of thing.

A/N: “but amber, surely you wouldn’t write something so stereotypical?” lol yes i would buckle up fuckers bc you’re about to read some shitty material i wrote half asleep. this is kinda short but there’s gonna be a part two so it’s fine. hope you enjoy whatever the heck this is.

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A few shrieks sounded from the house as the room went dark. A few boys groaned while some laughed at how startled some of the girls and boys were. A clap of thunder shook the ground beneath their feet as someone turned on the flashlight on their phone.

“You alright there, Y/N?” Albert asked, smirking in his baseball player costume. She simply glared at him and crossed her arms with a huff.

“Looks like we’re stuck without power,” Jack spoke, returning back to the living room with Race behind him, candles and a lighter in his hands. Groans and shouts of protest rang out in the room as the group of boys complained about the lack of electricity. Y/N walked over and started to help Race set up candles around the room. “The good news is, we thought of something fun to do,” Jack smirked. Y/N watched him warily, sharing a glance with Davey in his mad scientist costume (picked by Jack) from across the room that showed they were both wondering the same thing. With a wicked grin, Jack brought his hands out in front of him before speaking.

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Doodle of the evening while listening to White Lies. Spideypool is my biggest weakness.
I guess there was a specific story on my mind while I was drawing that kiss, but I’ll let you imagine whatever you think it was. Because otherwise, where is the fun? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Labor and Toil, Part 4. A Rowaelin Fanfiction.

Hey, sorry this so long! I really don’t know how I feel about the ending, but whatevs, you all will just have to tell me about it. Anyways, here it is, and I will probably do some form of an epilogue or the scene where everybody meets the new Princess, idk. Love you all!!


 Aelin Galathynius was having a shitty day so far.
Even though, soon she supposed, it would be one of the happiest days of her life. But right now, it was pretty shitty.
 With another long groan, she fell back against Rowan, her damn dress damp with sweat. Rowan carefully placed an icy cloth on her brow, murmuring soft words in her ear. She savored the feel of his hands running down her arms in careful, soothing motions. Aelin made herself open her eyes, and found Rowan’s eyes trained on her.

  “What?” She bit out, harsher than she’d meant to.
Rowan pursed his lips, a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. “How do you feel, Fireheart,” he said with Fae softness.
 She wanted to snap at him, tell him that she felt like she was pushing their child out of her womb, but she leashed herself.
 “I’m tired, sore, and I feel nauseous.” She said plainly, wriggling back against him, leaning her head against his shoulder.
Yrene made a noise from the end of the bed, and got up, getting a glass of water, which she offered to Aelin.  She took it gratefully and sipped from it slowly, the cool water calming her insides. Rowan lifted the cloth again and sent a jolt of ice through it before placing it on the back of her neck. Aelin sighed again, handing the glass back to Yrene, who took it and pressed her fingers into the hollow of her wrist, checking her pulse.
   “You really are doing well, Aelin, and you are moving along quickly, I wouldn’t be surprised if the baby was here by tonight.”
 Aelin nodded, but said nothing, as she could feel her gut begin to tighten and cramp. “Rowan—”
Her mate knew what she couldn’t say, and intertwined his hands with hers’.
 “You can do this, Aelin, breathe,” he murmured in her ear. “You’re doing brilliantly, love.”
Aelin felt something shift, and she let out a scream, pushing as hard as her body would allow. Yrene moved to the end of the bed, bracing her hands on either of Aelin’s shins.
A sharp intake of breath met Aelin’s ears and panic rose in her chest.
  Behind her, Rowan tensed. “What? What’s wrong” He snapped.
Yrene let out a chuckle, and raised her head. “Just keep pushing Aelin, you’re doing wonderfully.”
  Aelin didn’t feel the least bit calmed, but did as she was told, digging her nails into Rowan’s hands as she pushed.
 A savage groan escaped her and she felt her already hot face heat further, but she couldn’t bring herself to care as Yrene gave her a brilliant smile.
 “I see a baby, Aelin.”
Aelin’s words were caught in her throat as she threw back her head against Rowan’s shoulder, tears forming in her eyes as pain ripped through her.
  “You really are almost there, Aelin. I just need a few more pushes, then you can see your baby,” Yrene murmured softly, gesturing for one of the fresh faced young women to come to stand next to her.
 Rowan, she noticed, had gone silent, and she reached a hand back to grab his shoulder. He started a bit, then kissed her hair.
  “I’m fine, Fireheart, don’t worry about me, just focus on the baby, you can do this.” He mumbled into her hair, but Aelin knew his nerves were getting the better of him, but she didn’t say anything. Because the same was going on inside of her, but that didn’t matter, because they’re baby was almost there and Aelin was ready to meet her child.
  So she released Rowan’s shoulder, and inhaled deeply.
“Aelin, when I tell you to push, push. Understand?” Yrene stated, her voice steady and even. Aelin gave a weak nod, and slid her hand back into Rowan’s, the comfort of his scarred skin and callouses calming her.
  But something felt different, something was—
 “Push, Aelin.” Yrene demanded, and Aelin groaned as she pushed, trying not to focus on the insanely uncomfortable feeling. She panted heavily, then hissed as Rowan slid out from behind her.
He came to stand beside her, his eyes burning into hers.
“Keep pushing, Aelin. You are doing beautifully, Princess.”
  Aelin gave a tortured scream as something inside her shifted.
No. No, something was wrong.
 “Yrene,” she gasped, her fingers clutching the sheets.
“Something’s— Not right!” She screamed the last words, fisting a hand in her hair.
  Oh, gods! No, her baby…
Please! Please, she begged the gods, let my baby live, let me live!
Aelin couldn’t form a thought— she couldn’t breathe, to many things were happening. She couldn’t breathe!
Rowan made a small noise, meeting her eyes. “Aelin, you’re going to be fine, don’t think like that—”
But then Yrene was ushering him out of the room, growling just as loudly as Rowan when he began to argue.
“Rowan!” She shouted desperately, wanting to scream at Yrene for forcing him out of the room, but the healer was right.
 Right now, the healers needed the room.
Yrene dashed back to the foot of the bed, running a cool cloth up her leg.
“Aelin, you— Breathe deeply, keep breathing. We are going to deliver this baby, so help me Silba. Sanetur, help the Queen with her breath, Mulier, I want you to help me with the baby, she is coming a bit awkwardly!”
 Aelin vaguely sensed Yrene shouting something else, but she could only focus on the words swirling around in her head.
 Stay, Aelin, don’t leave, not after all we’ve done, stay Aelin. You can do this, love. Keep breathing.
 It was Rowan, through the bond.
“Rowan,” she whispered, fighting fiercely against the darkness that loomed.



   Rowan paced as he heard shouting from the other room.
He fisted a hand in his hair, swallowing once, twice, three times. Just trying to calm himself.
 Oh gods, never in his life had he felt so helpless, so utterly unable.
“Please,” he whispered to the empty room. “Let her live.”
  Another guttural scream echoed in the room and Rowan nearly fell to his knees.
He plopped down on the couch, bowing his head.
“Please, let her and the child live,” he whispered. “Please, please.”
He didn’t even know who he was praying to, and he didn’t even care.
All Rowan Whitethorn wanted to hear was that his wife was all right.
  For another ten gut wrenching minutes, Rowan sat there listening intently, hoping to glean some form information from the near silent room. But then—
 A wail cut through the silence, then hoot of joy. Rowan felt his eyes fill with tears, and he scrambled off the couch, bolting towards the door. His child was on the other side of that door. Rowan began to push open the door, but was met with one of the young healers throwing it open. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of a squirming pink baby in the arms of Yrene.
  “King Rowan, come in!” Yrene shouted, and he stepped to her side, eyes flicking from Aelin to the baby and back again about a million times.
 Aelin was panting, tears streaming down her face as she stretched out a hand for her child.
“Rowan, our baby, let me hold her, please, Rowan.” She begged, tears falling down anew.
But Rowan’s attention caught on that word— her. He glanced back down at the babe, who was being checked by the healers.
 It was indeed a little girl, her head covered in fine silver-white hair— like his own.
He stepped to Aelin’s side, grabbing her hands in his and pressing kisses to her brow.
“Let them check her, Fireheart, let them check, then we can see her.” He murmured, his voice cracking with emotion. The healers began to wipe the babe with a cool cloth, cleaning the child.
 
  Rowan felt the world go silent as Yrene walked to him, holding out the child.
Tears fell down his face as the woman gently deposited the girl in his arms, murmuring something he couldn’t hear. The breath escaped him as the child reached out a clenched fist, gurgling nonsense.
  “Rowan,” Aelin mumbled, reaching out her hands.
   Rowan nodded distantly, turning slightly to place the girl in Aelin’s arms. She was so tiny, and her eyes— they were Aelin’s eyes.
Aelin sobbed as the babe reached out a fist to grasp the finger Aelin had begun to wiggle before the small child.

   Through the haze of his love and utter amazement, Rowan sensed Yrene coaxing something to Aelin’s lips, which she drank without protest. The healer murmured something about being back in a little while, they would need to check Aelin in a few minutes. But the three women left them in near-silence, the only sounds the soft cooing of Aelin as she brushed her fingers along the child’s head.
 Something inside Rowan broke at the fierce love and warmth flowing from Aelin, her eyes
  Rowan sat down gently, trying not to jostle Aelin as he wriggled onto the bed. With a small grunt, she shifted her legs and leaned her head against Rowan’s shoulder. Rowan didn’t think he’d breathed in the past ten minutes.  
 “Name,” he rasped, a hand coming up on its own to settle on Aelin’s hand.
Aelin wet her lips, leaning down to kiss their child. “Evalin? I think it would fit her?” Aelin’s voice was tired, but not weak. No, it was as if the child had sent a jolt of energy through Aelin.
Rowan kissed his mate’s head softly, “Your mother’s?” He paused, running a careful finger across Evalin’s brow.
“A fitting name indeed.”
Aelin huffed a laugh, sniffing delicately as tears started falling again. “She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Aelin breathed.
 All Rowan could do was nod.
   Rowan Whitethorn Galathynius had been on the earth for over three hundred years, and in that moment, watching his wife kiss their baby girl’s forehead was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.



   Aelin Galathynius was tired, more so then she wanted to admit, but she stayed awake, talking quietly with Rowan as the healers did a final check on Evalin, and looked her over. They gave her a bitter tasting tea that was supposed to help any bleeding, and a mild pain tonic, soon after they left, murmuring their blessings as they went.
 Aelin sighed in contentment as she held Evalin to her breast, sleep tugging at her eyes. Through her exhaustion, she felt Rowan shift a bit behind her.
“Rowan?” She mumbled, her tongue heavy in her mouth.
“Hmm?”
“I want a message sent to Lys and Aedion, and one to the Cadre. Tell them it’s a girl, and that we’ll see them tomorrow,” she paused thinking. Maybe it was selfish of her, but right now, she couldn’t bear the thought of anyone interrupting their little bubble of solitude. “Tell them not to worry.”
 Rowan hummed and slid out from behind her, puffing the pillows around her before allowing her to lay back.
He looked her over, his eyes lingering on the child currently suckling at her breast. He leaned in, kissing her softly.
“You’re beautiful. Both of you.”
Aelin smiled tiredly against his soft lips, “I still feel as though I’ve swallowed Abraxos.”
 Rowan brushed a hand through his hair, the same color as their daughter’s, “Maybe, but you are still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Aelin.”
  Her cheeks flushed, but she rolled her eyes, shifting Evalin a bit. “Get the message sent, I don’t want them stampeding in here.”
Rowan chuckled, and crossed the room to jot down the note on a spare bit of parchment. Aelin watched as Rowan stepped out the door.
Aelin leaned down, kissing Evalin’s brow. The little girl gave a wet gurgle of laughter, and Aelin felt tears well in her eyes again.
 She adjusted the blanket swaddling Eva, “How you doing, sweetie? Daddy will be back in a minute.”
   Aelin smiled widely as Evalin went back to her breast, and suddenly Aelin felt the enormity of what she just done.
She just brought a child, a little girl into this world, and now she sat with her daughter and her husband in their chambers.
  A trill of laughter escaped her lips and as Rowan stepped back in, he cocked a brow. “What?”
Aelin shook her head, “Nothing, come back to bed.”
 Rowan gave a brisk nod, and walked to the other side of the bed, sliding in next to her. Aelin watched as Rowan smoothed a gentle hand over Evalin’s small head, his face soft and gentle, a new sort of grin tugging at his lips.
 “You have made me the luckiest male to have ever walk this earth, Aelin.”
Aelin closed her eyes against the tears that threatened to spill, and leaned her head against Rowan’s shoulder.
 “I love you, Rowan.”
“I love you, too.”
Aelin felt Evalin pull away, gurgling a soft noise before nuzzling back against Aelin.
“I think that’s her way of saying ‘I love you’.” Rowan mumbled into her hair.
   Aelin could only mumble her agreement before she nodded off.



  Rowan watched as sleep seeped over Aelin, her head pressing into his shoulder. With a quiet laugh, he eased them both back into the pillows. He stayed up until Yrene came knocking, asking to check on Aelin once more.
The healer quickly did her work, then reminded Rowan he should get some sleep. Rowan nodded slowly, then looked down at Aelin and Eva.
  “Does Aelin need to nurse tonight? Does Eva sleep with Aelin?” Rowan felt a blush creep up his neck. He should know this.
 But Yrene gave him a gentle smile, “I’ll lay the babe down, you sleep. If Eva needs to nurse, which she will, she’ll fuss. Wake Aelin, she’ll know what to do.”
Rowan nodded, watching as Yrene gently scooped the sleeping girl out of Aelin’s arms. Evalin didn’t stir, but Aelin jerked awake.
“Is everything okay? Yrene?”
Rowan laid a hand on Aelin’s arm, “We’re putting Eva to bed, Aelin.”
  His wife nodded, her eyes still flickering over to Eva.
Rowan tracked Yrene as she gently placed the still sleeping babe in the crib. “Aelin, if you feel any discomfort or feverish, contact me. I’ll be here in the morning, after you see me you can have visitors. None before.”
Aelin gave a weak nod and closed her eyes, wriggling back into the pillows. Yrene smiled at the now-dozing queen. “Make sure she drinks plenty of water, King, she’s lost lots of fluids. And she’ll need to eat a good meal in the morning, it’s been a while since she’s eaten.”
Rowan bit his lip, Aelin hadn’t eaten all day. He’d make sure she got something in the morning.
“And make sure Evalin sleeps on her back, nothing in the crib with her.” Yrene began towards the door.
  “And Rowan,” she looked back at him, a threat in her eyes. He braced himself.
“I mean it about no visitors. Aelin needs rest, as does the baby. I’ve already had Aedion and Lysandra at my door needling me for details.”
Rowan let out a quiet laugh. He didn’t doubt that one bit.
“Good night, Rowan. Get some sleep, you’ll need it.”
Rowan bid the woman goodnight and began shucking off his clothes. In his undershorts, he slipped into bed, next to Aelin. Brushing a chaste kiss over her brow, he tucked the blankets around Aelin, and with half a thought he snuffed out all the candles in the room.
  With his thought’s whirring in his mind, and love flowing from his heart, Rowan Galathynius closed his eyes, the image of Aelin holding their child in her scarred arms flickering in his mind.

the-4th-most-furry  asked:

(Sorry if this upsets you and if you don't want to answer that's completely fine.) If confused as to why the whole Mountain Dew Red thing is such a big deal? I get that it was part of the musical and whatever but like?? Is it some traumatic stuff going on or?? Because I'm very concerned.

((I’ll sum it up. I make Matthew dew right? And almost as soon as I introduce him, people ask if there’s a red version. I ask them to stop bringing it up. People still bring it up. And you wanna know why I don’t want it brought up?? Because a shitty ex of mine, who was v emotionally abusive and just fucking loved to guilt trip me all the time!! Who got pissed at me for sleeping and having a life!!! Mad at me for having followers on here!!! And wanted me to constantly be there for them 24/7 no matter what!!!!! Tried to make a human mtn dew red to be squitter’s ex!!!!! And they talked about the shit the mtn dew red guy would have done to squitter and honestly!!!!! I don’t fucking like to think about it!!!!!!! So yeah I’d prefer if it didn’t get brought up. Ever. And I’m sorry if I sound pissed, but guess what?? I am pissed. -Scott))

Something to think about:

Words from a friend on twitter, meaning I DID NOT write this but she did. And got permission to post it here…..

Fans…

I think fans don’t realize that they’re very important to some celebrities. I was talking about this in DM’s and I thought I’d share it here.
Fans claim to be these ride or die people, but at the slightest indiscretion, they’ll literally jump ship and stop fucking with these people, as if their fave’s aren’t human and make mistakes. I completely understand jumping ship if their beliefs complete disrespect your own because after all not everyone is going to think or believe the way you do. But because they say one wrong thing or do one thing you deem wrong, you decide they’re not worth your time anymore.
Take for instance the Rupig Scandal, lord knows I fucking hate that shit ‘till this day, but what pisses me off more is the fact that Kristen and Rob’s fans turned on them at the snap of a finger. I’m pretty sure that was a time where they particularly needed their fans to be there and loyal to them, but instead they did the direct opposite. They jumped ship and didn’t think twice about it, while Kristen and Rob were going through the media wringer, harassment, name calling, death threats, defamation of character, and lord knows whatever the hell else was being thrown at them. But these “fans” claimed they loved them so much and that they would always be there for them, that was a fat lie on their part. But, here’s the kicker, these same people have the nerve to come back and claim they’re fans of them after everything has died down, when really they’re just cowards, who can’t handle the fact that the media lies and they look stupid believing everything printed about these celebs. So, I definitely say RK and other celebs deserve better fans than the shitty ones they did get.

She is right. I have seen it….first it was done to K and then to R. Just thrown under the bus cause you didn’t like what was going on or happening.

So thanks‏ @_qveentiana for this much needed reminder.

anonymous asked:

The fandom on both sides have unfortunately done a great job at turning Sharon and Peggy into each other's worse enemy. It's nice to see a post that doesn't do that every so often.

Thanks, Anon. I’m glad my post could combat that attitude, at least a little.

It disappoints me so much because I was- naively- really hoping that in response to all the bad father/son relationships in Marvel canon, we as a fandom could embrace a strong intergenerational female relationship with actual love and mentoring- a positive role model not to negate what came before it, but to supplement it and deepen our understanding of both.

I actually held out hope the entire first season of Agent Carter that the reason the show was named that was that it ould be revealed it was Peggy telling the story to Sharon, passing from one Agent Carter to the next.

But the Marvel Cinematic Universe not giving us strong relationships among women is, frankly, to be expected, even though it’s disappointing. The fandom’s insistence of pitting Sharon and Peggy against each other shouldn’t have surprised me, but it did.

And I should note, I think there are aspects of them being in conflict that could even be really interesting. I would love to see the conflict between different generations of women believing they’re doing the best thing, for themselves and for all women, and their interests being at odds with each other, because that’s true, and that could be used as a direct response to the shitty white feminism that the Agent Carter TV show founded itself on. (I would actually really love to read that, ftr.)

But it’s never about Peggy and Sharon being in conflict because of their ideals. It’s about them being rivals for a man’s attention.

And look, Steve Rogers is great- but fuck Steve. He’s the least important part of this equation. I don’t care who people ship Steve with (I’ll read whatever, TBH), but it’s very unsettling to see fandom use a romantic relationship to deny women their productive and loving familial relationships, in ways they never erase Tony’s relationship with Howard or Thor’s with Odin.

Just from a storytelling perspective, the richer the character the stronger their story. Letting women have a network of family and friends makes them more interesting characters, and ones more worth reading about.

And before anyone says that Sharon wasn’t well-characterized enough to justify that- this is fandom. Reams of fic were written about Clint after Thor, when he had basically a minute of screen time. “A character can be read as just a love interest” is not the same as “a character can only be read as a love interest,” and there is no reason that we should accept the misogynistic bare minimum.

Don't screw with the designated driver.

(warning: long story)

This tale of petty revenge takes place in Perth, Australia in the early nineties, so put on some Pearl Jam and let me take you on a ride.

It was my younger brother’s birthday, so to celebrate my brother-in-law and I arranged to take him out to a Chinese restaurant in the city along with some of his friends.

Said friends arrived and the subject of who would be the designated driver was raised. I was ready to volunteer, but before I could say anything my brother-in-law essentially tossed my car keys in my general direction and declared my role to be skipper for the evening. Okay, fine, whatever, it was my brother’s night.

Everyone crowded into my shitty little Mazda 323 hatchback (held together with love and duct-tape) and the evening’s festivities were in motion.

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anonymous asked:

so i totally understand if not but would you be willing to write headcanons on the castlevania trio with a depressed s/o and how they would try to cheer her up? pls and thanks 💗

I am more than willing to give this a shot :)

TREVOR

  • He doesn’t really get it at first- why are you so low on energy today?
  • After you explain things to him he’ll be much more immediate understanding
  • He will always comically suggest getting drunk together but if you’re not up for it he gets it and just stays by you, doing whatever it is that makes you happy
  • He’ll like to take you out (if you’re into that) and just go about walking around the countryside and talking together and whatnot
  • But his fav thing to do with you is to cuddle the shit out of you and tell you how much you mean to him
  • “The whole point of devotion love, is to be there through the shitty part of it.” “Do you really have to say it like that Trevor?” “What? This is how I always fucking talk.” SIGHhhhh

SYPHA

  • She takes you out and tries to get you to feel productive
  • Even if all you two did was get groceries or prepare supplies for demon invasions, that still counts for her
  • Then she’ll tell you how much you’re doing today, and how much you’re doing great at Everything
  • “See Y/N? You’re much more productive even though your energy isn’t at its peak today. You’re obviously MUCH better than Belmont over there.”
  • In her own way, she’ll want to make you laugh. Usually in casually throwing shade at Trevor :P (her favourite thing)

ALUCARD

  • The kind of man that brings you your favourite food or beverage, and silently takes care of you
  • TBH he kind of loves being domestic with you but he’ll never really voice it
  • He’ll do anything you ask of him, and he doesn’t criticize you or force you to do anything if sleeping all day is what you want
  • Actually the person that gives The Glare when Trevor or Sypha are trying to get you out of bed he’ll just be like “They should be left. In. Bed.” calm down Alucard lmao
  • When no one else is bothering you he’ll come to check on you often, sitting by you and petting your head
  • “Why are you doing this?” you might ask him sometimes, doubting yourself. He’ll chortle softly and remark, “You mean the world to me. Do you know that?”

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“Like honestly, why is it such a big deal that Ron struggles and complains about his problems once in a while when all…”

#thanks for this

#i needed some positive ron things

#he’s a good person but his characterization around hermione is terrible

#like he belittles her and her dreams a lot and that’s such a shitty situation for her to end up in

#like why couldn’t jkr have dropped the shitty parts of ron for the hero he really is

You’re welcome, but, okay. I’ve gotta ask. When did Ron belittle Hermione’s dreams? I guess you could argue he belittles her by idk, bickering her and calling her a know-it-all, even though the books demonstrate quite a few times if someone genuinely insults her for knowing things (Snape) he gets very angry. But you’re free to have problems with it if you want, I mean, I get it.

But like, her dreams? Are you talking about the house-elf thing? Cuz 1. he came around on that, that was why they kissed and 2. she was genuinely going about it the wrong way, he was kinda right about that. 

Is it just studying in general? Because he teases her about that, but it’s more in the vein of she’s studied so much she doesn’t need to anymore, not that he thinks she shouldn’t go after her dreams. And she is too hard on herself over studying, and he’s aware of this. 

Remember when they got their OWLs and Hermione was acting upset over and OWL grade and Ron is like “WHY ARE YOU UPSET, YOU DID AMAZING, WE KNOW YOU DID, LET ME SEE”, grabbed them from her, read it all out and was like “SEE. ARE YOU GENUINELY UPSET BECAUSE YOU GOT ONE NOT PERFECT GRADE OH MY GOD WHY”. He was very abrasive about it, but that was really obviously his way of telling her not be hard on herself and encouraging her. He never had any doubt in her ability to do pretty much anything academically and never discourages her from pursuing it unless it’s, you know, actively harmful to her, ie her impossible schedule in third year. 

And listen, Hermione is my favorite character, but it’s not like she doesn’t “belittle” Ron and stuff he dreams about if we’re measuring it that way. Ron never told her studying is stupid. But Hermione has made it clear several times she thinks Quidditch is pretty stupid. She rolls her eyes all the time at the stuff he gets starry eyed about. She’s also said so truly vicious things to him when she gets annoyed. 

Like if you think it’s an unhealthy relationship because they bicker or whatever, that’s fine. But as far a “belittling” each other goes, it’s pretty mutual, and I think it does a disservice to Hermione’s character to act like she’s not giving as good as she gets when it comes to insults. Girl has a sharp tongue and she loves using it.

also, teenagers are shitty. People are shitty. If we drop the shitty parts of a character and only keep the heroic traits we get a boring character. it’s not like Ron had one obvious horrible flaw that’s totally out of sync with the rest of  his characterization (like being a serial sexual harrasser but otherwise!!! a great!!! guy!!!) No, him being immature, him being abrasive, him being combative, jealous and sarcastic are baked into his personality. Their personality flaws that sometimes be amusing, but sometimes manifest themselves in him not being the greatest to Hermione.

Comic 13: The Closet Story (Part 1)

NOTES ON COMIC 13
- If you have questions, comments, squees or concerns, this is where we can connect through the Information Super Highway. (Ask!!!) Also there are Disqus comment apps under every post. I’d love to start a thread. ._.???
- The US News & World Report doesn’t actually have a list of LGBTQ-friendly campuses, but the Princeton Review does. So there you go!
- ETA: Oh yeah, The Closet Story is a direct reference to a webcomic I had in college (I believe it started the summer of 2011) that…uh. Stopped suddenly. You can read the couple-or-so pages I made at this sad, sad, tumblr.
- ETA2: Blegh, I fixed Panel 3–Ransom’s supposed to be saying the first line there.
- ETA3: BLEGH fixed typo in Panel 1. Message me if you ever see typos!!!

CAMPUS
Me and backgrounds have a love hate relationship. I hate that I love to draw them because they take a stupid long time–maybe 60% of all comic making time. And while I know nothing about architecture, drawing Samwell’s Lake Quad was 1-part punch me-in-the-face, 2-parts a complete blasty-blast. Here’s some of those panels without speech bubbles:

WARDROBE FOR SIRS
The Boys have style! Or something approaching it!

- Bitty’s Bitty, so he wears whatever, as long as it’s coordinated, fits, and is obvi totes mcgotes ‘swawesome 'dorbs. TOTES MCGOTES.
- Shitty tends to look like he’s about to play hacky sack. Or like he’s late to band rehearsal in his friend’s dad’s garage. That is, when Shitty is actually wearing clothes.
- Ransom dresses like the horrible preppy frat bro he is. The guy owns salmon shorts. Holster has thrown them out the attic window many times. Almost as many times as Ransom has tried to get Holster to wear Sperrys.
- Holster’s attire is based on that of one my suitemates from senior year of college. This guy was from Portland, Oregon, played baseball and basketball in high school, and owned maybe three pairs of shoes. (Becuase, practical!) Actually, a lot of Holster is based on my old roomie. Huh. Holster’s general approach to fashion is “What?” or “Huh?” or “Ransom, I will throw those fucking pants out the fucking window, I swear to God.”
- Jack consistently dresses like he’s about to rob a Burger King.

TIMELINE
And for those diehard people who care about timelines and stuff, Comic 13 (and the next one actually) take place a week before finals. GAH, so behinddd.

halo-noel  asked:

You know what I found very sad, the narrative Jon knows about his father and his parents relationship is so wrong that it will tear Jon apart. I find comfort in maybe Jona SN Dany talking more about how Rhaegar was the opposite of that narrative and of the mad king. How he liked to read and sing and would enjoy spending time around the common people, Rhaegar was a good man and would have been a great king it sucks that isn't acknowledged more

The image of Rhaegar being a rapist and kidnapper may not be true but so isn’t the one of him being the fairytale prince. Rhaegar is romanticized because he was beautiful, melancholic and people loved him. But looks can be deceiving. Sure he wasn’t a monster like his father and I’m sure in essence he was a good person but he was extremely flawed. At some point in his life he became immersed in prophecy to the point of obsession and it played a part in leading to a bloody war, countless lives lost and the downfall of his family. I don’t think someone who abandoned his wife and children to run away with a young girl can be described as honourable. For whatever his reasons, it’s a shitty thing to do. Personally, I don’t think Jon lost out on much by not knowing Rhaegar. Ned was the perfect father to him in everything but name. Ned shaped Jon into who he is. Jon’s qualities come more from him than Rhaegar and the tragedy when Jon learns the truth will be that Ned isn’t his real father not him never knowing Rhaegar.

I think it’s so interesting that comic book fans – or just sexist, shitty fans in general – LOVE going to Arrow’s comment sections and proclaiming how much they’d love it if Felicity died. 

But (and no shade to WA), like, Flash spent like an entire season with Barry doing whatever he could to save IW, but do you see these comic book fans losing their minds about that? Nah, because WA is canon in comic books. 

Olicity is a PART of Arrow but it certainly doesn’t overshadow the whole show, let alone the whole season. And those guys go nuts over the fact that Felicity simply exists. It frustrates me when I see that kind of hate for no reason, and I can’t even escape it. Literally. No matter where I go I see the same crap over and over again. 

It’s tiring at this point. We’re about to start the 6th season, and this shit is still going on? Ugh.

anonymous asked:

hey so, I saw ur post abt liberals being bad and like? I always assumed I was liberal but we seem to agree on a lot of things judging by what I've seen of ur blog, so would u explain how you define a liberal? genuinely curious, ty for ur time

Yeah sure anon! within the political mainstream in the US, “liberal” tends to be the default identity that people hold to when they don‘t outright support screwing people over in more obvious ways, so I understand that confusion – I used to consider myself a liberal too (at one point i even considered myself a libertarian but that‘s a whole other bag of worms lol). This is gonna be a lil bit lengthy but i hope u find it helpful!


There‘s a lot of problems with liberalism, but most of them really stem from the belief that the reasons the world is cruel are because the system isn‘t working as intended, and if we were to grease the right wheels and tighten the right screws, things would be pretty much ok.


„If we vote for the right politicians, things would be fixed!“ while even the most genuinely well-intentioned politicians (who are a tiny minority anyway) still have to work within the frameworks of the State which are largely determined by Capitalism, and any reforms to make things work more for ~the people~ are necessarily temporary, and can be rolled back when someone without those same good intentions comes into power. Looking at the US today is a pretty stark example, but you can even see this when  you look at the liberal wonderland of Sweden: in the 70‘s-80‘s their famous social safety net was really at its peak, they were even moving to gradually move business ownership from the Capitalists who owned them to those businesses being owned by the workers who did the work. It was like the shining model of how successful Democratic Socialism could be. But now if you look today, Sweden has one of the highest wage inequality gaps in the entire world, and all the social safety net programs have been decaying into privatization over the last couple decades. Why? That‘s a natural bridge into another major weakness of liberalism: it ignores (or at best, drastically underplays the importance of) structures of Power in our society.


The reason that Swedish workers were able to gain so much in the 70‘s-80‘s wasn‘t because of some benevolent politicians, it was because they were able to organize strikes, work stoppages, and the like to such a degree that it threatened what fundamentally gives the Capitalists (by which i mean those who „own“ factories, businesses, and everything else which allows people to exist in society, and who employ others to supply the labor to run those things) power in a Capitalist society – that is, their control over those Means of Production (a fancy term for the aforementioned factories, businesses, etc), which is intrinsically tied to their profit. By showing their ability to grind that profitability to a halt, the workers were able to force much more concessions in quality of life than the capitalists would find ideal („ideal“ being as low a quality of life as possible that wouldn‘t immediately kill them). So what changed? If you‘re familiar with global economic history over the last few decades it shouldn‘t surprise you to hear that the answer is Neoliberalism. I‘m not gonna go too deep into that tho bc this is getting long enough already, but basically powerful nations (led mostly by the US and UK) forced a global reorganization of class power back into the hands of the Capitalists, enforced through liberal institutions like NATO and the IMF, and a lot of violence.


Anyway, back to why liberalism is bad. In response to the epidemic of police brutality, the liberal response is „more cameras“, „better/more sensitivity training“, „demilitarize the police“ (whatever that means), etc, instead of asking the more difficult core question of „What is the role of police in our society?“ and „Do we need police?“ If you‘re approaching the question from a liberal lens where capitalism and the sanctity of Private Property is taken as a granted, then yeah of course we need cops! Who else would prevent homeless people from just living in one of the empty houses that outnumber them 7-to-1 in the US? Who else would prevent people from just taking food or things they like? But if you can imagine a world beyond capitalism, where everyone has food and housing, where people can meaningfully take control of and direct their own lives, then what? „well what about the murderers/etc?“ is the first question bc that‘s what we‘ve been told is the primary role of police (despite violent offenders being a tiny fraction of those arrested – and a decent amount of that violent fraction is motivated by things like poverty) – well, is putting every single one of them in a cage where they do work that benefits corporations the best way of dealing with them? Is that gonna change the underlying behaviors? I think if you really reflect on it, the answer is gonna be „no“. And that‘s not even taking into account the white supremacist nature of the police, especially in the United States – which is a major part of their role in society.


I could go on and on about how liberalism‘s love of Capitalism and Private Property relies on things like war, exploitation of workers in the global south, deportations, environmental destruction, all while lending lip service to how bad those things are, especially when conservatives (who at least are more up front with their shittiness) are in power. Liberalism acts as if the way to a better world is gradual change within the same paradigm, but in reality it‘s that paradigm itself which is messed up. Instead of doing whatever possible to preserve that paradigm, we need to change that paradigm and change our society.


Here‘s a couple other articles and stuff that elaborate more: [x] [x] [x] [x] [x]

anonymous asked:

is burzabai a shitty shapeshifter too? like do people ever see a small cute kitty with a mask on and go like "huh, i wonder how that's staying on, i don't see any strings" and then pull and of course the mask is part of her face so they're like "someone glued a mask to this poor sweet kitty!" and pull harder and at any point in this farce burzabai transforms into huge panther form and mauls them for being presumptuous? or is she just way better than pohiyo in every possible way including evil.

that’s 100% a thing she would do because it’s Objectively Hilarious, but she’s also definitely better than pohiyo in every possible way. the Supreme Sibling. she, for example, can consistently remember how many legs animals are supposed to have BEFORE she turns into them! unlike some people!!! Also, her mask is a little more subtle and (if she tries very very hard) can end up just looking like really weird facial markings. i love her

Letters I Never Sent

Percival Graves had made the sensible decision to not tell Credence how he felt. He had made his way to Paris on a business trip, leaving Credence safely behind in their home. He’d thought the distance would be good for them, a letter a day, no more, no less.

Some letters he sends, some end up crumpled up in the bin.


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