this is why he is the greatest ever

Okay but




((Also, I have people wondering why I chose Sans as Mami, Asriel as Madoka and Frisk as Homura. My logic is the same reaction Sans got in the video. He’s unlikely to turn back time for that. Also, angst. Besides, Mami has always seemed critical of Homura’s actions, just like Sans is to Frisk. Frisk can actually turn back time so making them Homura makes sense. And we made Asriel Madoka because of their cowardly turned strong nature and it’s a reference to how when the game was first released, people kept resetting to see if they can save Asriel in the end. I hope this clears up our thought process!)) 


anonymous asked:

Tell me these Druid Shiro theories please??

I LIVE FOR THEORIES okay so. Let’s start with this post by @angst-in-space about Shiro’s hair being white, and then let’s expand on this a bit:

1. As of season 2, we know for a fact that Haggar is Altean. That means we’ve met three Altean characters who have white hair (Haggar, Allura, and King Alfor). All of them can do magic/manipulate quintessence. We also saw a bunch of other Alteans who don’t have white hair, and we know not all Alteans can use magic, so let’s assume that the white hair is a mark of an Altean’s ability to be a druid/use magic/manipulate quintessence/whatever else you wanna call it.

{see - these Alteans don’t have white hair}

2. Any or all of the Paladins could easily be part Altean, considering the Blue Lion was hidden on Earth. The Blue Paladin could easily have been an Altean. Maybe they brought some other Alteans to Earth with them, as intergalactic refugees, and they lived on Earth in secret. Or maybe that one Altean had kids with a human, starting a human-Altean bloodline. Who knows. Whatever: it’s possible and plausible that any of the Paladins could be part Altean, so we have a means by which Shiro could be a descendent of some Altean bloodline, via the Blue Paladin.

3. Now consider this as a possibility:

  • Shiro is part Altean, via the Blue Paladin’s bloodline. He has the ability to manipulate quintessence, but it’s dormant because he’s never been exposed to it. Consequently, his hair is black.
  • Shiro gets kidnapped by the Galra and proves his worth in the gladiator pits. He catches Haggar’s eye, and she decides to experiment on him. For the first time, he’s exposed to quintessence and druid magic.
  • That exposure causes his dormant druid abilities to activate. His hair turns white. Haggar realises that what she has on her hands is a part-Altean druid who doesn’t know his own abilities, and could be manipulated and controlled to work for Zarkon. He quickly becomes her pet project, because she sees the opportunity to turn him into a powerful weapon.
  • Ulaz realises this too, which is why he helps Shiro escape.

4. What’s that, you say? You want proof? Then consider this:

  • In the S1 finale, Haggar says to Shiro: “You could have been our greatest weapon.” This seems like an odd thing to say to a puny human from a tiny backwater planet no one’s ever heard of, unless of course Shiro is actually an Altean Druid and consequently would have been a very powerful weapon indeed.
  • Remember this theory by @vantasticmess that Shiro’s arm had a shock collar function that he somehow overpowered the first time he used it? It’s cool to think that Shiro could break the safety lock on his Galra arm through willpower alone but… what if he could overpower his arm because he can control quintessence? And therefore he can control the arm and make it do whatever he wants. From that point on, he can activate it at will… but also make it do a bunch of different functions - powering tech, melting or cutting metal, blazing purple sparks. Because he’s a druid, fam.
  • So Allura’s a magical Altean/druid and she powers the wormholes, right? But in S1E1 the Blue Lion makes a wormhole back to Arusia all by itself. Who powered it? PROBABLY SHIRO cos he was in the Lion at the time.
  • When the Paladins first arrive at the Castle of Lions, it gives them an “identity scan”. It then leads them straight to Allura. This seems like an odd thing to do - unless the identity scan revealed that Shiro is an Altean and can therefore be trusted.
  • The only way Zarkon can project onto the astral plane is with the help of Haggar’s magic. But Shiro got there all by himself.

5. The coolest thing about this is that it would explain where Shiro went at the end of season 2. We’ve repeatedly seen the Druids teleport away from enemies. Who’s to say Shiro can’t do the same thing? He’s not in the Lion because he instinctively teleported himself out of it when he sensed he was in danger.

{This is Shiro using his druid abilities to control the quintessence in his Galra arm so he can overpower it FIGHT ME FAM DRUID SHIRO 4LYFE}


[edit] this theory also has a part two about Shiro’s arm {here}

Harry trying to name their kid--
  • Draco: No.
  • Harry: But--
  • Draco: No, I said no.
  • Harry: Why?!
  • Draco: Let's see... because I love our son?!
  • Harry: So do I!
  • Draco: DO YOU?! No loving parent would name their kid Albus-Severus!
  • Harry: They were two of the greatest wizards known to--
  • Draco: One of them lied to you all your life and raised you like a pig for slaughter. The other one despised the very sight of you.
  • Harry: Snape sacrificed himse--
  • Draco: He just wanted to fuck your mum, may her soul rest in peace!
  • Harry: Our son would command respect with a name like that!
  • Draco: He would literally never get laid. Ever.
  • Harry:
  • Harry: So, what did you have in mind? Scorpius? Scorpius is good.
  • Lance: *makes eye contact with Keith*
  • Lance's mind: goddamnit Keith is so fucking hot I always tell him I hate his mullet but it's actually kinda cute what did I do to deserve this why have I been blessed to know this amazing person named Keith Kogane he is the greatest friend I could ever meet why the fuck am I like this I wanna hug him and kiss him and love him goddamnit-
  • Lance: Fuck off, mullet

rogelio de la vega is honestly the best male character ive ever seen on television 

  • he doesnt give a shit about masculinity. moisturizing, avocado masks, etc.
  • the episode where he realizes how attractive rafael was, and he was so unapologetic about it.
  • he openly became best friends with his daughter’s lover, instead of trying to act like that stereotypical father thats mean to the man his daughter dates.
  • him renaming his grandson, matelio. 
  • his obsession with twitter.
  • he puts his family first all the time, i literally want to cry, he’s such a good man. 
  • he compliments people in the cutest way ever. :(
  • he loves shopping for clothes.
  • he knows the importance of lighting when it comes to photo taking.
  • ‘why are you so afraid of having your pelvis touch mine?’
  • his dedication to concealer is the greatest thing ive ever seen. 
  • when he left the AC running for 30 minutes and explained by saying ‘i didnt want your makeup to run’ on jane’s wedding day, what a dad! 
  • he owns up to his mistakes whenever he can. ie: when he told xo to get an abortion. 
  • he knows damn well that he can dance. 
  • HIS SKIN CARE DEDICATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • when he payed for jane’s education and literally set up a fake scholarship so she wouldn’t find out that the money was coming from him, like come on…
  • him constantly calling michael is best friend :( 
  • his moment of blatantly checking out rafael’s ass on the elevator one time after saying ‘i never realized how attractive you were until now’
  • again, he doesn’t give a shit about masculinity. 
  • me: wow what a good day
  • brain: remember that bruce carried a picture of jason with him everywhere after he died
  • me: this day can get fucked

anonymous asked:

yessssss can we please have more of kent (and jack and alexei and everyone tbh) dumping on that asshole kane bc that's the absolute LEAST of what he deserves...

An abridged account of things that Kent Parson did while on the same team as Patrick Kane during the World Cup

  • Tied the laces of his skates together during practice just to see him fall over when he tried to leave the bench
  • After Kane finished a sentence with “no homo”,* snatched the drink bottle out of his hand right as he was about to drink and said “it’s GAYtorade, not straightorade”
  • Kept pretending he’d forgotten his name
  • Broke into his phone and replaced the song Blurred Lines* with It’s Not Unusual. And, because he’s a meme-loving fuck, he replaced every other song on Kane’s phone with What’s New Pussycat
  • Hi fived Halak that time Halak jabbed Kane in the dick with his hockey stick
  • Started a fight with Tater during a game against Team Russia just so he could grab Kane and use him to block punches
  • Walked away from Kane while he was in the middle of a sentence. So many times
  • When someone on the press asked if he had a rivalry with Kane, answered “if I wanted to have a professional rivalry, I’d probably aim a little higher and go for someone better at hockey.”
  • After that game against Team Europe where Kane fucked up and gave Europe a goal, commented that he was “annoyed that the ref didn’t pick up the too many men penalty since Kane was apparently playing for Europe”
  • Eventually Kane confronted him while completely misunderstanding him and started talking about how there can be two great US hockey players* and Parse didn’t need to attack him, which led to Parse explaining very clearly the precise source of his ire
    • ‘trust me, I don’t mind if you’re one of America’s greatest hockey stars. In fact, any time you want to get good at hockey is fine by me.’
    • ‘Yeah, sure, then why do you hate me?’
    • ‘You’re a dick.’
    • ‘You expect me to believe that you’re not jealous.’
    • ‘With God as my witness, you are a piece of shit.’
  • Went to the best hockey expert he knew - Jack (now on Team Canada) - to ask if jersey numbers were ever retired by the whole league rather than just teams, apparently because he thought Brent Burns was such a good player. Jack: “isn’t 88 also Kane’s number?” Parse: “Kane? I don’t know her”
  • Somehow downgraded Kane’s return ticket to economy.

*Refers to things that I’m completely guessing about Kane but he’s a dick so I’m just gonna go with them

anonymous asked:

If Allison could say anything to the pack, like individually, what do you think she would say?

To Malia– Understanding that it’s okay to depend on people, and have them depend on you, is one of the most important lessons you will learn. Keep it close. 

To Liam– Scott didn’t have an alpha to guide him, to protect him, to give him an opportunity to make mistakes. I know you’re young and that this is scary, but understand that there is safety in the family Scott created for you– for all of us. In return, I only ask you to take care of him the way he will always take care of you.

To Kira– I want you to be with him. I want you to bring sunshine into his life, I want him to have someone who understands what he goes through, I want someone who makes him smile. I was glad you were with him when I was alive, and I still am now that I’m gone. 

To Isaac– You are not alone. You will never, ever be alone. Even when it seems like you are by yourself, you are not. People love you, care about you, need you, appreciate you. Some people in this world think about you every day, know things about you, know exactly how important you are. You matter, both to this world and to other people. You aren’t alone and you never will be again. 

To Stiles– I know you know you’ve changed, and that sometimes that scares you, and you aren’t quite sure of the person you are. I know that you know the mistakes you make and you feel like they’ll haunt you for the rest of your life. But ever since I have known you, no matter how bad things got, no matter how pessimistic you were, you always had one thing: Hope. I remember standing in a parking lot with you, so long ago, and telling Scott that there’s always hope. And do you know how I knew that? Because you were there, stepping into the gasoline with him, risking your life for him. Your hope, Stiles, is built on how much you love other people. That’s where all your light and energy and brightness comes from. When it happens, you shine brilliantly. So don’t let go of it. Don’t let go of her. 

To Lydia– The first day of school, you told me that I was your new best friend. Do you want to know why I listened? Because before you, I had never had a best friend– and now I know that you hadn’t too. Lydia, there are some people in this world who experience so much pain, so much loss, that they wallow in it until they drown. But you never let yourself do that, and sometimes I think that’s why you were so lonely. You shielded yourself from pain instead, never letting yourself feel it until it clawed its way into you. At first, I liked spending time with you because you helped me escape the crazy expectations of my parents and the fear of the real world. But then I liked spending time with you because I realized that the sense of normalcy it brought to me was the exact same one it brought to you. Lydia, you were the one who taught me that it’s okay not to be brave all the time. So I’m going to teach you something in return now. I’m going to tell you that it’s okay to lift up your gates and let people in. I know it feels like everyone in life has left you, hurt you, disappointed you– everyone including myself. But Lydia? There are people who know the bits and pieces of you that are broken and still love you. There are people who see underneath the makeup and fake smiles and know that you’re hurting and want to help you. There are people who think you look beautiful when you cry. And one day, you’re going to walk down the hallway towards someone and your heart is going to hammer against your chest and you aren’t going to be able to resist smiling at how pure all of it is. And when that happens, just for a moment, I want you to think of me. I want you to think of me and imagine me saying I told you so. I told you that you deserve to be open, deserve to be safe, deserve to be loved by someone just as much as you love them. Lydia… you may have taught me that you don’t have to be brave all the time, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t brave every moment of every day. 

To Scott–  When I was a little girl, my favorite Disney prince was Shang. “Why?” my parents asked, seeming amused about it, at the time. “Because,” I told them, like it was obvious. “He saves people. He’s a hero.” In hindsight, I think my parents found it fitting that a daughter of an Argent would favor a Disney Prince who was a general. But hindsight works for me too, and now I know, Scott McCall, that I was always supposed to fall in love with you. You are the greatest hero I have ever met. You are a hero to the entirety of Beacon Hills. You are a hero to the supernatural community. You are a hero to your best friends. And you are a hero to a random little girl whose dog you take pain from, hoping he’ll suffer as little as possible. In loving you, in learning from you, in getting to stand next to you for a small pocket of your life, you allowed me to become a version of myself that I was proud to die as. Before you, Scott, I didn’t have anybody in my life who I would sacrifice myself for. But I know that you, every single day, wake up and carry the weight of loving people around on your back. In that, you are heavier than Atlas, you are stronger than Hercules, you are smarter than Odysseus. You are the true hero of my life, Scott McCall. I want to tell you take a second for yourself every few days, but I know that it would be a moot point. So here’s what I will tell you instead: find joy in whatever and whomever you can. Caring about people like you do might sometimes seem fruitless, but you won’t give up, I know you won’t. And when you want to, put some of your weight on me. Know that I’m still here. I’m standing right next to you, supporting you, protecting you, loving you. My first love, my only love, Scott McCall. I’d promise to write you into the stars, but you’ve already made your place in the sky without any help from me. I’ll be here, though. Just promise to take your time coming to find me. 

Why queerbaiting is Supernatural’s biggest problem (and what we can do about it):

1. The subtext is obvious:

I doubt anyone in this universe is a bigger Destiel shipper than me.  In my humble opinion, Dean and Castiel’s relationship is the greatest love story ever told, and no one can convince me otherwise.  

Even from a platonic standpoint, the poignancy of their relationship is undeniable:  Castiel was introduced by his saving Dean from eternal damnation, he sacrifices everything for Dean on the regular, he died for him more than three times, and generally speaking, Dean is more important to him than anything else in the world. 

Similarly, Dean prays to Cas regularly, spent a year searching for him in purgatory, and, with the exception of Sam, Castiel appears to be the most important person currently in Dean’s life. 

But the subtext – and the sexual tension – is also undeniable.  

Similarly, even without Cas, Dean bisexuality is alluded to throughout the series.  As with his relationship with Cas, there is no doubt in my mind at this point that Dean swings both ways.

I know it, a large portion of the fandom knows it, and I’m pretty sure the writers know it.  

Which brings me to my next point:

2.  The writers are aware of it:

Aside from the fact that several situations are clearly written to be suggestive and that in season 9, Castiel was literally written as “feeling like a jilted lover”…

…the writers have given nods to the Destiel and Wincest fandoms throughout the series. 

Amusing as this may be, it also tells us that the writers are fully aware of the implications of Dean’s sexuality and his relationship with Castiel.

And yet: 

3.  They don’t appear to have any intentions of making it canon, yet they continue to capitalize on it:  over the past several seasons, I’ve noticed an unfortunate pattern:  scenes are written to implicate a romantic connection between Dean and Castiel, only for it to be negated in a “no-homo” moment shortly afterwards. 

(Credit to @some-people-call-it-tragic for these GIFs and examples).

As further evidence of this, we’ve had the writers cut scenes between Dean and Cas that are not only emotionally powerful, but important to the plot and to character development in general, apparently exclusively for the reason that they go just a little too far in implicating that Dean and Castiel’s relationship might become canon.

In season seven, for example, a scene was cut in which Dean tells Cas/Emmanuel that “part of him always believed he would come back.”

In season eight, scenes were cut in which Dean prayed to Cas, and later, in which Dean breaks Naomi’s hold on Cas by telling him he loves him. 

And most recently, in season ten, a scene was cut in which Castiel tells Rowena that his relationship with Dean means more to him than any victory he’s ever won in heaven.

If this isn’t dangling the possibility of queer representation in front of the proverbial nose of the fandom, I don’t know what is. 

4.  What’s stopping them:

Sadly, this kind of queerbaiting is nothing knew in modern media, though in this case, it is rather extreme.  And for the most part, I’d assume the SPN writers are driven to do so by the same thing that motivates most writers to queerbait their audiences:  the ability to toe the line of acceptability between the LGBT/pro-LGBT and more conservative factions of the fandom without suffering the negative repercussions of featuring canonically LGBT characters.

However, if they were actually up on the demographics of their own viewers, they would know that a confirmation of Dean’s bisexuality and relationship with Cas would actually be beneficial: Destiel is currently the most reblogged M/M ship on social media, and has more fanfiction and fan art than any of its counterparts.  Similarly, more than 85% of fans polled said they would continue watching if Destiel became canon, and they would no doubt gain new viewership with the addition of queer main characters.  

One factor that may be preventing them is – and I really don’t want to offend anyone here – the Wincest/bibro shippers, along with the small but very vocal (and presumably blind) part of the fandom that believes wholeheartedly that Dean is straight. 

Many Wincest shippers and bibros may be perfectly nice, but every week in which Castiel or Dean’s relationship with him is mentioned, they collectively appear to go on a social media rampage, complete with childish tags such as “destiew” or “destihell.”  (I’ve never seen any other fans do this – even when we complain about Wincest shippers, we do so with the simple tag, “anti-wincest.”)  No need for derogatory terms or hatred towards actors, or even towards the characters they portray.  As a group, they also appear to be more inclined to resist anything that might shift the focus of the show away from Sam and Dean’s/Jared and Jensen’s relationship, from Cas, to Destiel, to Misha, to the YANA campaign, to the Wayward Daughters and the possibility of a spinoff revolving around them.

Their view of Dean’s sexuality is also…complex.  Many Wincest shippers I’ve interacted with have actually claimed that Dean is straight, which I find perplexing, considering they support his having sexual relations with his brother.  If you are a (friendly) Wincest shipper, feel free to contact me to let me know what your reasoning is, because I’m legitimately curious.

Now, from what I can tell, these fans produce more hate than any other portion of the fandom, yet their numbers are actually surprisingly small. 

Of all fans/shippers polled, 83% shipped Destiel while less than 17% shipped Wincest.  Destiel shippers outweigh the Wincest shippers almost 9 to 1 – the Wincest shippers are just LOUDER.

That said, no portion of the fandom takes responsibility for the prevalence of queerbaiting on Supernatural.  That responsibility falls squarely on the writers.  

5.  What we can do about it:

As a fandom, we’ve proven we hold a lot of influence over the show:  we kept it going through the dark time that was season seven.  We, through sheer popular demand, made Castiel a main character, and two seasons later, forced the writers to resurrect him when they killed him off.

So, if enough of us raise our voices, I feel certain the writers could be persuaded to give us what we want:

1.  Dean to be canonically bisexual.  Aside from the fact that to have a bi main character would provide invaluable LGBT representation, Dean’s coming to terms with his own preferences would also represent drastic character development.

2.  Canon Destiel. If it hadn’t been alluded to for the past seven years, I would not be so insistent on this issue:  if they don’t make it canon at this point, it’s queerbaiting, plain and simple. 

3.  And, while we’re at it more strong female, POC, and disabled characters.  A Wayward Daughters spinoff would be a fantastic start towards more representation within the SPN universe.

 So never hesitate to speak up!  Polite but assertive tweets to the writers (the cast is not responsible for the issue, and should not be addressed for it) could be extremely beneficial, and pave the way towards greater representation of the LGBT community within Supernatural and modern media, an end to the queerbaiting, and the romance we all appear to want. 

In the words of my good friend @torigirl103, #ThisIsOurYear!

Ten Years (Part 12)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 4,065 (I AM OUT OF MY MIND)

Warnings: language, fluff, excessive sweetness

A/N: Tags are closed. This is the second to last part. I came THISCLOSE to having another cliffhanger, but I couldn’t do it. I don’t want to drag it out just to torture you. PS - IT’S SO FLUFFY I’M GONNA DIE!

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

Originally posted by adamisstillinhellthankstoyou

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In Sickness and in Puns

Word Count: 806

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: FLUFF, bad puns (sorry), and some language

Requested: No

Author’s Note: Sorry for not posting! I had a busy week since I go on spring break next week so teachers are giving me a ton of work. I didn’t have time to look at requests so I at least wanted to post something! Enjoy the dabble! Also requests are open and since spring break is coming up I should have time to complete them. So hit me up with some requests :) 


Originally posted by spiderholland

“Well damn,” Your boyfriend said once he looked at the state you were in. “You weren’t kidding, you’re really sick.”

“Thanks, Pete that means-” You sneezed loudly before breaking out into a coughing fit. Groaning into your pillow you pulled the blankets over your head. “I give up.”

“Aw baby, why didn’t you call me earlier.”

“Because,” You croaked still under the blankets. “You need to stay healthy so you can protect the city.”

“And what, you were just going to be miserable by yourself? I wouldn’t be a good boyfriend if I let you suffer all day.”

Breaking out into another coughing fit, you huffed in annoyance as you kicked the blankets off of you to grab some tissues. Blowing your nose trying to find some relief to your stuffiness, you then dramatically threw your tissue to the side.  This cold was getting on your nerves and it was your fault on why you got it. You made the greatest decision ever to walk to your boyfriend’s apartment wearing a t-shirt and shorts in the freezing weather. Definitely not one of your brightest moments.

Peter chuckled at your antics and flopped on the bed next to you. You knew too well that he wasn’t going to leave until you were better, even if that meant sneaking in later when your parents told him to leave. As he moved closer, you hid your face back under the blankets not wanting to spread any more germs.

“I’m going to get you sick!” You whined as he pulled the blankets away from your face.

Peter propped himself on his elbows and smirked at your annoyed expression. This man knew how to push your buttons all too well.

“I don’t care,” He answered tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. “I think I know what will cheer you up.”


“Well yes but something even better. I’ve been working on some great puns.”

“Really puns? I’m dating a nerd,” You teased.

“Why did the banana go to the doctor?”

You sighed knowing what was about to happen. “Why Pete?”

“Because he wasn’t peeling very good,” He snorted as you rolled your eyes.

“I was right, you are a nerd.”

“Hey!” Peter said acting offended. “I spent my precious time thinking of that pun!”

“Clearly,” You chuckled before snuggling closer to your boyfriend. “Now shush, I want some spiderling cuddles.”

“You have to admit that was funny.”

“Put a sock in it, Parker,” You huffed.

“Tough crowd tonight,” He laughed.

Peter pulled you closer as you rested your head in the crook of his neck. You had to admit, you wished that you actually called your boyfriend earlier. It felt nice to have someone holding you close making sure you felt better. Feeling your eyes droop a bit, you felt Peter slowly fix the blanket over you before stroking your hair. You were in pure heaven, that was until you felt a tickle in your throat.

Wiggling out of Peter’s grasp, you flipped to the other side of the bed and started to cough. Your coughing didn’t last long but your boyfriend was already up making sure you were ok. Laying back down again, you groaned as your head pounded. You needed this cold to leave your system because you didn’t know how long you take any more of this sickness.

“You ok?” Peter whispered resting his forehead against yours. “You feel hot.”

“No shit sherlock,” You said tiredly. “I’ve been running a fever all day.”

“I love you even though you’re very grumpy,” He teased.

“Well, you’re stuck with me through sickness and in-”

“Puns. Well, health too but you we do say some pretty terrible jokes.”

“Peter, I swear if you say another pun I will punch you.”

Your boyfriend laughed as the two of you gazed into each other eyes. Once he was done laughing, you laid there in silent, mostly because of your headache. Everything was peaceful, in fact, the both of you were about to fall asleep until you felt a sneeze coming. 

Before you could react, you let out a sneeze making the two of you jump. You, however, stayed on the bed but Peter rolled off the bed before you could even blink. It was only when you heard a few curse words being thrown around that you realized you scared him off the bed.

“You ok, Pete?” You asked.

“A little warning next time would be nice,” He grumbled slowly getting up from the floor.

“Well, I guess you could say you fell for me hard,” You laughed loudly.

You continued laughing as Peter crawled back into the bed with a slight smirk. You knew he was holding back a laugh, he loves puns like these.

“You’re just lucky you’re sick.”

“What happened to in sickness and in puns, huh?”


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  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: chris carter has even said that the x-files was really scully's story, not mulder's. the pilot episode opens with scully, a young fbi agent, being assigned to the x-files in order to debunk the work of fox mulder — we are to assume because of her background in "hard science", and when we first meet her she's a 29-year-old phd/md with a specialization in forensics, who has been through the fbi academy, and considering how much she'd achieved before the age of 30, you have to kind of wonder: why didn't she get a better offer than debunking the x-files? why did the fbi pick her to work with mulder when the fbi could have really gotten their money's worth by using her in a more serious capacity? was it because she was a woman? did they think mulder would be more likely to cave if he was partnered with a woman? did they think that she was too smart for her own good — or not smart enough? what did the fbi see — or fail to see — in scully that landed her in fox mulder's basement office? if the fbi had really appreciated, or understood, just how brilliant and capable scully was, why would they have ever knowingly partnered her with mulder? it seems like they completely underestimated her, because she went on to become not just mulder's greatest ally, but an enormous threat to those the fbi thought she would blindly protect. scully's story began the way many a woman's has: not being taken seriously by powerful men, while at the same time being expected to serve the goals and interests of those men. scully's story, ultimately, is not about a young fbi agent who stumbles into a government conspiracy-laden basement and falls in love with her spaceship-chasing partner. it's about a woman who spent her entire life trying to prove herself, and when she finally did, she was so powerful that it didn't protect her — it endangered her. scully's story is the story of all women who have to fight to prove that they are strong, and when they do, people just wait for them to be broken by their own strength. the threats against scully were often overt and specific, but not always. in so many ways the more subtle and pernicious attacks on scully's sense of self, of her perception of truth, the shaking of her foundation of justice, were the real threats all along. the cat-and-mouse game between mulder & scully and the government was always this: they wanted to make sure mulder stopped asking questions and ensure that scully was always questioning. what they really wanted her to do, constantly, was question her own perceptions and undermine her own beliefs. from the beginning of the x-files to the most recent iteration, the only thing that ever really stood between scully and the truth was herself.
SF9 Fansign Foreign Fanaccount

I don’t know if this is something anyone would be interested in, but I recently returned from visiting Korea where I entered one of SF9′s fansign events. If you’re curious to know how they interacted with me as a foreign fan, I’ll explain below. I tried to condense as much as possible, but it’s lengthy. Also, if you have any questions, you can ask me (:

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anonymous asked:

We've all read MC catching the RFA cheating scenarios.. but can you do a RFA + V & Saeran catch MC cheating on them scenario?


- He couldn’t breathe.

- The two of you weren’t supposed to hang out today, you said you were hanging out with a friend, but. Friends didn’t hold hands like that, with the arms tangled together, sharing a few fleeting kisses and giggles

- He wanted to puke.

- The last time he had managed to kiss you was about a week ago, just one single chaste kiss, and he had respected you since you didn’t want more. He just thought you didn’t want to be touched, again, that day.

- But this other guy was getting all your attention? Hugs, kisses- Oh my god, he was slipping his hand into your back pocket.

- Nope. He forced his shaking legs to move before they gave out. Move from the busy street, move away from the shop he was going to visit, move away from buying that gift he was saving up money for you.

- Coffee dropped, chest constricted- It’s a wonder how he managed to get home, especially without sobbing, but thankfully he managed to not lose it completely until he hit the steps for his small dorm room. 

- Then he just sobbed. Sobbed on the steps- First propping himself up with his hands, falling halfway up the stairs, and it took a good five minutes until he could continue up them, stumbling into his room, crumbling against the door and wailing

- He doesn’t want to admit it, what had happened, at first, but when he calls Zen crying about it, Zen wisely tells him he needs to not follow you like a puppy anymore- That it’s obvious you don’t care about him.

- Then its Zen and Seven over at his dorm, trying to console him, trying to let him drink just a tad to let him get rid of some of these horrible feelings

- He’s not the one to send you the “Don’t contact me again,” text, but it doesn’t mean he didn’t wish he never had to send it in the first place.

- He rarely felt jealous. He could count the times he had, and all but two could be connected to you.

- Jealous with how you would give the others more attention than him, jealous at how some other men looked at you, jealous whenever you laughed at another party-goer’s jokes. But  at the end of the day, he knew the two of you belonged to each other.

- His love would never stray from you, and you had promised the same in your vows. Why would he ever doubt you? You had proven yourself worthy of trust over and over again, and he knew better than to follow in his father’s footsteps.

- Apparently, you did not.

- After one RFA party, the crowd slowly dispersing, he couldn’t locate you. There were still a few guests here and there, but most were leaving. Were you trying to convince a guest to come again to the next party?

- In the ‘back’, a hallway that guests weren’t supposed to really go to, seemed empty, until he heard a few breathy groans.

- Ready to put a few guests on a ‘Do Not Invite’ list, he opened the closet the noises were coming from, taken aback by seeing you tangled up with a guest.

- The man darted past Jumin as he stared you down, a frighteningly cold look in his eyes.

- “What- No. Why?” He couldn’t find the right words, anger and betrayal mixing together, confusing him.

- “He… He’s not so empty like you are.”

- He slammed the door shut, anger finally winning him over.

- He didn’t tell the other members, just a harsh remark that someone else needed to handle the guest list for next year, before he up and left.

- In the car, however, when Driver Kim asked where you were, the rest of his emotions finally got to him. He threw up the divider, trying to focus on anything other than the pain in his chest.

- Empty. Had Zen been right all along? Granted the man had stopped saying such things a while ago, once the marriage took place, but…

- Perhaps he had been right. Because he certainly felt empty now.

- Home, he locked himself up in his study, trying to come up with all the reasons why this happened. He had bought you gifts, bought you clothes, cars, anything you wanted.

- And with slow horror, he realized he had let himself be played, just as his father always had been.

- Empty… He could certainly become that, if it meant preventing such agonizing feelings from appearing again.

- She had her doubts with the relationship at times.

- I mean, she’s never dated a woman, she’s never really felt this way in a relationship before. While she’s had relationship experience, but… This was completely new.

- She wasn’t used to being too scared in public at times. Granted, the place the two of you lived wasn’t too against this kind of relationship. The most they got was confused looks, or being mistaken as close friends.

- But in bigger places? Or around the workplace? She kept it as quiet as she could- Too scared of what might be said. She’s seen how some couples get treated, and she never wants to risk that with you.

- Of course, it kept her worried at times. Waiting for coffee to brew, for pastries to bake- Those quiet moments where she was forced to do nothing but wait, entertain herself, those thoughts creeped in.

- Was she good enough for you? You said you were happy, but were you? The two of you couldn’t kiss in many public places, couldn’t go hand in hand everywhere. Such simple happinesses were taken away, so easily.

- But your actions always quieted those thoughts, made her forget them.

-  Except for now, as she saw you walking down the street with a man who’s arm you were entangled with.

- Her breath stopped as your eyes met, and the man, oblivious, asked who she was.

- “Friend of yours, honey?”

- It didn’t leave much to question. She could be wrong, assuming too quickly, but your reaction and unable to speak confirmed it all.

- “No,” She said, putting her sunglasses back on. “Sorry, I thought you were someone I used to know.” And she left it at that.

- When she got home she put everything you had left in a box. Numbly, coldly, just folding your clothes and wrapping your cups in paper. When a single box was filled, her house void of your things, she drove to your house and left it on your front steps.

- Back at her house, she just leaned against her closed door. 

- All those thoughts, those worries…They had a reason for existing, didn’t they?

- He’s the perfect man, how could you even consider doing such a thing to him?

- That’s usually how he quelled any worries. Attempts at an inflated ego, showering you with as much love, doing everything romantic in the book.

- That’s why, as he watched your hands slip into the back of another man’s pants to give a firm squeeze, he couldn’t understand where he had went wrong.

- His coworkers liked going out for drinks. Usually he didn’t go, but when he did, he always tried to get you to come along. He enjoyed spending time with you, even at shitty bars. 

- He didn’t think that you might fancy one of his coworkers, and that’s why you agreed. Didn’t think when he excused himself to the restroom, that you might have exchanged numbers with one. Or two.

- God, was it just this guy? More?

- Zen was supposed to be rehearsing right now, with another member, but he forgot his script, only to find you fiercely making out with another man. Who didn’t even compare to Zen

-…Did he?

- “Mc?”

- The two of you froze, you looking dumbstruck as the guy untangled himself from you and left as quickly as he could. In the past, Zen would have grabbed the man and threatened to beat him within an inch of his life, but now that he was older, calmer, he knew to try to push that need as far away as he could.

- He knew that you were to blame, not the other man.

- “Why?” That’s all he could manage out. His throat was aching, his eyes stinging in such a ridiculous way. He knew he probably sounded pathetic, but he deserved some answer, some kind of fucking answer.

- But, at first, you didn’t respond. You tried to just shake your head and walk off, but instinctively he grabbed your wrist.

- “Mc–”

- “You really think you’re the greatest man ever, don’t you?”

- What?

- “Do you want another rumor against you?”

- His heart stopped. FInally pulling his hand back, he watched you grab your purse and leave.

- Was…Was he really that bad?

- The rest of practice was done for. He couldn’t focus, couldn’t keep his emotions straight, and kept missing his queues. By the time he had gotten home, his numbness shattered.

- Finding comfort in alcohol was something he never wanted to do, but it was the only thing that felt right.

- He didn’t feel secure in the relationship. He wanted to be, god he wanted to be, but the self depreciating thoughts always came back.

- You were so much better than him. So much kinder, so patient. Hell, you were putting up with him and his brother, and even then he couldn’t deal with him at times.

- Sometimes, rarely, he slipped into his shell again, wanting to push you away, push you away so you could live your live and be happy somewhere else. You deserved more than him, you deserved so much better than all of this stress you were constantly engulfed in.

- So, when he found your online dating profile, he almost agreed that this was probably for the best. Granted, he shouldn’t be snooping around anyway, but you were always latched to your phone now. Not in the RFA messenger, not chatting with potential guests (they never made your face light up like he had witnessed). He needed to know who was making you so happy, who was doing what he had failed to do so many times.

- And, of course, it was a funny guy. He scanned the messages, his heart sinking further and further as he read them. He was like 707, not Saeyoung. Silly. Goofy, weirdly sweet.

- Not how he was. Not how he really was.

- He looked up every bit of info about the man without thinking twice, just studying up on him, soaking up every little detail

- And he couldn’t find. One. Damn. Thing. Wrong.

- He was perfect. No history of any mental illness, no complicated background. A normal, funny, guy. Normal job, even had his own place and a car. 

- Normal.

- Something you needed.

- He didn’t even bother to get angry. In fact, he almost offered to let you just take one of his cars and go meet the man, go rid yourself of these bastard twins and go.

- Instead, when it was obvious that he knew, he resorted into numbly going back into his shell, pushing you away so you never thought about coming back.

- It’s what you needed. So why did it hurt so damn much?

- In the back of his mind, he knew that this was revenge for betraying Rika.

- Though, everyone would argue that he never betrayed her, or that she deserved it, he couldn’t bring it within himself to agree with them. He loved her. He loved her so much, and in the end he gave up.

- He stopped trying, and let her go.

- He watched as he saw you with another man at a cafe. Laughing, holding hands, leaning in as much as you could without being awkward. He knew how you flirted, and it was obvious you were doing so.

- And when the other man kissed you, he just chuckled to himself.

- Of course. Why would anyone love him? 

- He had too many flaws. Too, too, many. He held things back from people, kept secrets, god knows all of Yoosung’s anger was completely justified. 

- He just… Didn’t think this would happen so quickly. He thought he would get a few more happy moments with you, before things fell through.

- Wanting to avoid you seeing him, he continued down the street, stopping somewhere to throw away the gift he had just bought for you. You probably wouldn’t want to be near anything that reminded you of him, right?

- He didn’t deserve you. He didn’t deserve anything, just hardly his name.

- It takes him a bit to get home. He keeps losing himself in his negative thoughts, just walking and walking until he snaps out of his thoughts and realizes he was supposed to turn a few blocks back. But when he does get home, he just stands and stares at the ceiling for a bit. It takes a lot, so much more willpower than it should, to finally pull out his phone and end things.

- Ending a relationship through texts is so horrible, so cold-hearted, but obviously he must be like that for you to do this, right?

- It hurts, so much, but he knows he deserves it.

- You were so sweet, so beautiful. His personal angel, someone who had helped him see how good the world could be.

- Your laugh helped him, your lips brushing against his had him feeling as though nothing could ever harm him again. Nothing.

- Except for you.

- It wasn’t a good habit to spy. He shouldn’t be. Saeyoung did it at times as well, and sometimes they both joined in when you had been gone for much longer than promised- Their worry eating them up to ignore morals for a few moments of relief.

- This time, instead of finding random security footage of you buying groceries, or walking down the street, the found you hand in hand with another man, getting ready to walk into a restaurant.

- Saeyoung tried a flimsy excuse. Maybe it was an old friend? Was Saeran sure she didn’t text him? Maybe she mentioned this guy before? But everything fell short as Saeran stalked the security cameras more, watching as you held the man’s hand on the table, how the two of you shared a kiss that was definitely not friendly.

- He lost it. Anger hit him first.

- How could he have trusted you? Of course you were going to be like all the other women in his life- Abusing him in all different forms, using him just for your benefit. Of course his therapist was lying to him, about how you seemed like a sweet girl, and how you were helping him. Was this really help?

- He threw everything of yours outside. Everything. Saeyoung eventually gave up trying to stop him- Because why should he? He just silently watched, his heart aching for his brother

- The twins locked you out, and Saeran couldn’t help himself from trying to destroy your phone remotely, as much as he could.

- A few days later, no calls or texts from you, he ended up finding a shirt of yours that he missed

- He couldn’t bring himself to toss it. Instead he curled up around it, trying his best not to directly sob into it. 

- You were his angel. Why did you have to hurt him so bad?

How Is This Now About Me? (Tony Stark x reader)

Request: What about a Tony x reader where they were best friends in Iron Man 2 and she gets really pissed about the whole race car thing and is trying to figure out why he’s being so self-destructive, but at his birthday when he’s all drunk in the Ironman suit he gets rude and he finds out she has powers, maybe super-strength, when she gets into a fist fight with him before Rhodey intervenes. Then she’s there with him when he’s trying to figure everything else out and synthesis the new element? Thank you!

Tony Stark was many things, but most important to you over anything else, he was your idiot best friend who had suddenly decided that it was his greatest idea ever to go on a self-destructive fuck-it spree that now left you standing alone, watching him dive in even deeper.  The verbal berating that you had given him for the race car fiasco in Monaco seemed to have slowed the man down at first, but being here now, listening to him pee in his suit with a lopsided and inebriated smile on his face, you knew that your words had gone in one ear and out the other.  What you didn’t know was why he was so blatantly falling apart, and on such a public stage.

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Birthdays Bite

Josh Dun x reader

Summary: Josh has expressed his lack of fondness of you for the past three years, but will he be able to set aside his differences for Tyler’s birthday?

Words: 1,839

Requested? Yup

A/N: Based on Tyler’s 28th birthday at Sky Zone.

“Hey Ty” you said as you entered the lobby of Sky Zone.

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the greater good

pairing: Jason Todd x reader

prompt: based off of Lucius and his wife from The Incredibles; “honey, where’s my uniform?”

warnings: none that I can find:)

word count: 890

Just a short lil drabble to ease myself into writing and hopefully get rid of my writers block. This started out great and I was really confident in it but I have no idea what happened at the end lmao.

You hum quietly to yourself as you put on your earrings and move on to apply the last touch ups to your look. Tonight was date night for the first time in two months. It seems that between your day job and Jason’s night job you never got any time for yourselves, so you were quite excited for tonight.

From your spot by your makeup table in the bedroom you can hear Jason pacing the flor in your living room and speaking to someone—probably Roy or one of his brothers—on the phone. You can vaguely make out some of his words but you decide to pay no mind to it and focus on perfecting your lipstick instead. Suddenly the pacing stops and you hear him make his way down the hall to your room instead. “Yeah, Roy, just…just give me sec.” He appears at the doorway to your room, looking as dashing as ever in his suit and tie get up. He gives you cheeky little smile and you raise your brow at him in questioning manor.

Ignoring your gesture, Jason moves to your walk in closet and starts rummaging through the drawers. You sigh to yourself as you realize what he’s doing. “Baby—no not you Roy—Y/N where’s my uniform?” You put down your lipstick with a huff and place your elbow on the table with your chin in your palm. “What?” You ask.

“My uniform, I need it it’s an emergency.”

“I put it away,” you drawl back. Outside you hear shouting and the sound of sirens in the distance. Just another night in Gotham, you think bitterly to yourself as you lean back in your seat with crossed arms.

“You did what?” Jason shrieks before emerging just outside the walk in closet. His hair is tousled, with his jacket off and his shirt halfway unbuttoned. “Well where did you put it away?” He enquirers as he continues to work on the buttons of his shirt. “Why do you wanna know?” Outside, the side of sirens is getting more clear and Jason runs over to your window and glances out. “I need it, Y/N, it’s for the greater good,”

You feel your face heat up in anger. “The greater good? I’m your girlfriend, Jason Todd, I’m the greatest good you’ll ever have!” You shriek in anger.

Jason glances outside the window once more before signing and walking towards you. He kneels down text you and unfolds your arms and takes hold of your hands, rubbing small comforting circles on the back of them. “Alright, what’s this about?”

“It’s about how you’re always running off, doing the daring-do and we never get any time for ourselves! We’ve been planning this dinner for two months, Jason, two entire months!” You’re blinking back tears by the end of your rant and Jason gives you small sympathetic smile. He squeezes your hands and urges you to continue. “It’s just…I feel like I never see you anymore.” You mumble.

“I know it’s been hard baby and I’m so, so sorry.” He murmurs against your hands before pressing a small kiss to them. “I’ve been a terrible boyfriend haven’t I?” He jokingly says.

You let out a small giggle and Jason’s heart swells. “Not terrible, just busy,”

You both jump at was sounds like a faint gunshot, ringing from the distance and Jason immediately stands to cover your body. He looks down at you and sigh. You guess that the city and the people in it is actually more important than your date anyway. “Your uniform is in the bottom drawer in the bathroom, I’ll get the helmet,” Jason smiles apologetically at you and kisses your forehead before running off to the bathroom. You sit up and walk over to your disheveled walk in closet. Kneeling down you grab one of the shoeboxes stacked in the corner and open it. In it lies Jason’s helmet.

You stare at it for a while with furrowed brows and lips squeezed in a tight line. Last night when he came home from patrol and when he thought you were asleep, you had sneaked out to hide it. You knew that something like this would come up or that he’d see it and be tempted to put it on and go out to fight crime. In hindsight, you probably were a little selfish but you couldn’t really help yourself. After all, it did feel like your relationship was falling apart.

“Babe, do you have it?” Jason’s voice snaps you out of your train of thoughts and you hurriedly grab it and walk out of your room to the hall where Jason stands, fitted in his vigilante getup. You walk up to stand in front of him and extend your hands shakily with the helmet in your hands. Jason, noticing your discomfort, places his hands on top of your and looks into your eyes. “I’ll be fine, love,” he says and you search his eyes for any sign of nervousness or dishonesty but you find only love and reassurance. Your lips quirk up into a weak smile. “I know.”

Jason smiles, tangles a hand in your hair and presses a firm kiss to your forehead before grabbing the helmet out of your hands. “I’ll make sure to be home for dinner.”