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The Tiny Anthropologist's Advice for College:
  • 8 AM classes really aren't that bad: It may take some willpower (and coffee) to get there, but really, 8AMs aren't that bad. Get a decent amount of sleep the night before and you will be okay. If I can get myself and my 4 year old out of bed, get ready, drop her off at preschool and arrive on time for an 8am, you can too!
  • Taking classes that meet once a week for long blocks: If your learning style is such that sitting in a long lecture once a week is something you can handle, then these are the best classes to take. Personally, I have done 3 semesters of these and they have been my favorite and the ones I have gotten the best grades in.
  • Scheduling back-to-back class periods: These can be beneficial if you're the type of person that just likes to get everything out of the way at once. However, the downside is that you will not have time to eat between classes, and you may have to grab something and eat during lecture. If the buildings for your classes are far apart, this may not even be an option. Having breaks between classes is important to allow yourself mental relaxation and to eat, or catch up on work.
  • Don't be afraid to change your major: I've changed my major a lot, like maybe 8-10 times. The downside is that I am graduating a year late, but I took A LOT of fascinating classes and became a much better rounded student. Colleges know that student change their minds. If you switch majors 2-3 times, you won't end up behind. I'm a special case.
  • Take long-hand notes: You may feel strange taking long-hand notes while everyone else is typing away at their MacBooks, but long-hand notes are MUCH more beneficial as far as long-term memory goes, and you don't run the risk of being distracted by Facebook.
  • Dress appropriately for class: The college stereotype of everyone attending class in their pajamas isn't true. At least make the effort to throw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. Your professors will notice if you look like a slacker in class, and dressing nicely (or at least not in your pajamas) shows them that you value your education and respect their lectures. People wear anything from casual clothes to ties to class, and everything inbetween. Don't be afraid you'll be overdressed, being underdressed is much worse (in my opinion).
  • Cultivate relationships with professors: ATTEND OFFICE HOURS. Close relationships with professors are massively helpful! Professors are much more willing to write letters of recommendation, look over rough drafts, or help you out via email at 10pm for students that they know than ones that they don't. Additionally, professors can be some of the most interesting people you will ever meet.
  • Attend class: Along the same lines as above, attending class is very important. You (or your parents) are paying for you to be there. You should try to get the most out of that by attending lectures that you have signed up for. Additionally, when it comes finals time and you need to boost your grade, no professor is going to help you if you haven't attended their lectures.
  • Invest in a water bottle: Nothing is worse than sitting in a lecture dying of thirst.
  • Invest in a messenger bag, tote bag, or backpack: You don't have a locker in college and chances are your dorm will be far away from your classes. Make sure you have something to carry anything you'll need, from books, to pens and pencils, to a laptop, or even snacks like granola bars.
  • Take notes: Do it. Your professor knows more than you, that's why they are at the front of the room. Listen to them, and write down what they say. Then study it. This is how you learn.
  • Utilize the library: Other than during finals week, the library is pretty much a guaranteed quiet place to study. Additionally, college libraries have databases for research papers, printing services, and a whole lot more for students.
  • Eat alone if you want/have to: No one will judge you. I promise.
  • Annotate your books: Especially if you are an English/literature major! It is a lot easier to simply take all of your notes in the novel than to copy down page numbers and quotes into a notebook. Textbooks (like science ones) can be annotated too!
  • Don't let anyone shame you about your major: Each major is difficult in its own way. Don't let anyone make you feel like you're taking an "easy" major or that they are more intelligent than you because they are in a "hard" major. STEM majors are not better than Liberal Arts majors, and Liberal Arts majors are not better than STEM majors. Ignore anyone who says otherwise. Ignore anyone who says your major is pointless. This does not only apply to fellow students, but family, friends, and the world in general.
  • Prepare for advising periods: Class offerings are usually posted before registration is open. Take an hour to become familiar with the requirements of your department and the individual college it is in (if applicable), as well as University/institutional requirements (IE at UMass, my "college" is the College of Social and Behavioral Sciences, while my department is Anthropology. The university itself, SBS, and Anthro all have different specific requirements I must meet to graduate) and make a list of classes you would like to take that satisfy these requirements. Advisors will appreciate it.
  • Take advantage of campus resources: Many colleges and universities have numerous extremely helpful resources, such as employment services which will help with resumes, or counselors for when you're having a hard time. Use these. They are there for you.
  • Keep yourself organized: Notebooks, highlighters, a planner, flashcards, an expandable file, binders, folders, literally whatever you need to keep track of all your papers, assignments, due dates, and what you need to help you study is important for you to have. If you don't know what helps you study or what keeps you organized, try some different systems or do some research.
  • Keep your syllabi: Every semester I buy a different notebook for each class I am taking, and I always keep my syllabus folded in half in the back of each notebook. It has saved my ass numerous times.
  • Check your email or the course website before class: Nothing sucks more than being the only kid who didn't know class was cancelled, especially if you're a commuter and you drove in/took the bus to a class that isn't happening.
  • Give yourself plenty of time: Whether its getting to class, doing homework, or writing a paper, make sure you give yourself enough time. This is especially important for commuters. I can promise you that you will need more time to drive to class than you think. I live less than 40 minutes away from UMass and I still leave 75-90 minutes before class starts.
  • Understand your learning style: Do flashcards work best? What about mindmaps? Answering questions at the end of the chapter? Understand what allows things to sink into your mind the best, and utilize that method of learning.
  • Honestly, you can get by with SparkNotes: I was an English major. We had to read, a lot and I didn't always read the novels. I used SparkNotes and skimmed chapters. While I wouldn't recommend relying on this entirely to graduate, it can help in a pinch.
  • Skipping class: I know I just told you to go, and I do mean that. But sometimes you need to skip class and be lazy or frivolous, and that's fine. Don't make it a habit. I usually allow myself 1-2 "mental health" days per semester. HOWEVER you should be VERY clear on the absence policy of your professors. Some don't take attendance, and others will kick you out if you miss 3 classes. It's always in the syllabus.
  • It's okay to withdraw from a class: Getting a W is better than getting an F. If a class is too much for you, then it's best to step out of it. Most professors will understand, and most grad schools and jobs will too.
  • Be kind to yourself: It's easy to only value yourself through school, as in what grade you got on a test, or how your GPA stacks up against others but we are all human and sometimes we fuck up and sometimes we do poorly and thats alright. Learn from it and move on.
  • Take care of yourself: !!!!! This is very important. Eat as well as you can/enough, sleep enough, don't become addicted to or dependent on drugs/alcohol, exercise (even if its just walking to class), take showers, etc. Sometimes taking care of yourself takes a back seat to taking care of your grades OR to having too much fun, and neither is a good strategy. Yes, college is a time to assert your independence and have fun and party, but if you do too much it will begin to affect your grades and your health.
  • Try to get internships or research assistantships/independent studies: These will look great on your resume and a lot of them are quite interesting/enjoyable. It shows initiative, drive, and motivation! Professors usually have independent studies and career/employment services (if your campus has that) can help with internship placement.
  • These are basic things that I have learned during my college career. I'm sure I could come up with more, but I hope this is helpful!
🎶🎶When You Collect Records🎶🎶
  • Hipster: *moves dusty old boxes out of the way* Whoa, an old record player. It looks like it's in working order too! *runs outside*
  • Hipster: Yo, dad!
  • Dad: What?
  • Hipster: We're getting rid of all of poppop's stuff, right?
  • Dad: There's something you want, isn't there?
  • Hipster: There's this old stereo record player in the attic.
  • Dad: What do you need a record player for?
  • Hipster: My record collection.
  • Dad: I didn't even know they still made those things. Can't you just listen to music on your phone?
  • Hipster: Dad, there's a big difference between listening to music digitally and on record.
  • Dad: Fine, I don't wanna get into it with you right now. You can take the record player. You just have to get someone else to take it to your place for you. My truck's full.
  • Hipster: Thanks dad! *smooches dad on the cheek*
  • *later at hipster's apartment*
  • Friend: So, like Patch Adams ends with Patch Adams half-naked in front of a ton of people. I don't know if it was meant to be funny or like a weird sex thing, but like the movie was just a deeply disturbing character study. I can't stop thinking about it.
  • Hipster: That sounds boring. *unlocks door to apartment* Ta-da! Here it is! My new record player!
  • Friend: New? Looks fucking old to me, dude.
  • Hipster: Well, it is old. That's the appeal. And we're going to listen to the new Sufjan record on it.
  • Friend: Is that actually how you say Sufjan? Apparently, I've been pronouncing it wrong this whole time.
  • Hipster: Well, you won't after this record. There's an entire track where he just says his name for four minutes. It's amazing. *plays records*
  • Record Player: *coughs* Hello. Hello! Where am I? Doctor? Hello! Why is it so dark...............................Can I breathe? I can't breath. Oh god, I'm not breathing! Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god! I.....................................
  • Hipster: Uh, that's not Sufjan.
  • Friend: It totally isn't. Is it some guest vocalist? I like the new direction he's going in. No instruments or singing, and long stretches of silence. Very experimental.
  • Hipster: *stops record player* I think maybe we should do something else for now.
  • Friend: Fucking lame! I wanted to listen to more Sufjan.
  • *days later at the record store*
  • Hipster: Yo, I think the Sufjan Stevens record I bought from here might be some kind of mispress.
  • Store Clerk: Really? It's a pretty major album. I doubt there'd just be a mispress like that.
  • Hipster: Yeah, but listen to it. It's not Sufjan at all. It's some girl talking.
  • *hipster and clerk listen to a completely normal Sufjan Stevens album together*
  • Store Clerk: What are you talking about? This is definitely Sufjan Stevens.
  • Hipster: Okay, but it wasn't like that when I listened to it at home! I even listened to it with my friend and he heard the same thing!
  • Store Clerk: Maybe there's something wrong with your record player.
  • Hipster: Hmm, maybe there is.
  • *back at the apartment*
  • Hipster: *turns on record player and just listens*
  • Record Player: ...I'm awake again. Why did I black out? Did I even black out? God, I'm not breathing, but it doesn't matter. Why don't I need to breathe? Am I even alive?
  • Hipster: Can you hear me?
  • Record Player: Doctor. Doctor! DOCTOR! Why can't I move? Why can't I feel anything. Keep yourself together. It'll all make sense soon. Calm down. Just breathe deeply. Fuck, I can't breathe! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I CAN'T BREATHE! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! HELP! HELP ME, PLEASE! I'M STUCK! I CAN'T MOVE! PLEASE HELP ME!
  • Hipster: *turns off record player* It's just a recording, I bet. I can't believe I talked to it like an idiot... *nervously turns record player back on*
  • Record Player: I blacked out again. I blacked out. For how long? Is there even time here? Hell. This is hell, right? Did I go to hell.........................................
  • Hipster: *listens to the record player for hours*
  • Record Player: Negative 6893 bottles of wine on the wall! Negative 6893 bottles of wine! Take one down, pass it around, Negative 6894 bottles of wine on the wall... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
  • Hipster: *keeps listening*
  • Record Player: Soul of Christ, make me holy, Body of Christ, be my salvation. God, please forgive me. I'm sorry for all of my sins. Please free me. I'm so sorry. Please. Please. Please.
  • Hipster: *still listening*
  • Record Player: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! SHITTY DOCTOR! FUCK YOU! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! *sobs intensely* FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK EVERYTHING! Please just let me go.
  • Hipster: *nervously walks up to record player and lightly taps on it*
  • Record Player: ...A knock. A KNOCK! PLEASE HELP ME! I'M STUCK! PLEASE! *record player begins shake violently*
  • Hipster: *backs away in fear*
  • Record Player: HELP! HELP! HELP ME! PLEASE, IF SOMEONE'S THERE, HELP ME! HELP ME! I'M STUCK! GET ME OUT OF HERE, PLEASE!
  • Hipster: *unplugs record player*
  • Hipster: *gets hammer from the closet and begins to break apart record player*
  • Record Player: *drips red*
  • Hipster: W-What? *cracks front of record player open*
  • *rotting viscera falls from the record player*
  • Hipster: O-Oh... *stuffs viscera back into the record player and duct tapes over it*
  • Hipster: *turns record player back on*
  • Record Player: ...I can feel. It hurts. Why does it hurt now? Why does it hurt? Why? Why? Why? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? *spurts blood through it speakers and begins to gurgle*
  • Record Player: *hops forward* Please just let me go. Please... please. I'll do anything. I just want to see you again. I'm so sorry. This isn't what I asked for. I'm so sorry. *hops forward again and comes unplugged*
  • Record Player: *tips over, bleeding heavily onto the carpet*
  • Hipster: *silently cleans up the mess*
  • *some time later*
  • Hipster: *calls dad* Hey, dad. Oh, nothing. Uh, I just need to borrow your truck, If not tonight sometime this week. I just need to get rid of something. No, no, that's fine, I can do it myself. Yeah, tomorrow morning is perfect. Thanks Love you too. Bye.
  • *the next afternoon*
  • Dad: So, what did you need to get rid of this morning?
  • Hipster: Nothing important. Just some old junk... Dad, what kind of person was poppop?
  • Dad: Well, he was only the greatest man I've known in my life. Really caring, dedicated to his family. When you were born he loved you so much. He was a bit of a loner, though. It took a lot to get him to open up. Even around me and your grandmother. He was a bit like you. Always a huge music lover.
  • Hipster: I see. Was he ever a doctor?
  • Dad: That's a weird thing to ask. Nope. He hated doctors. Didn't trust modern medicine one bit. It's ironic. His cancer probably wouldn't have gotten to him if he did. But, your poppop was always so stubborn.
  • Hipster: Oh, okay then.
  • *some days later*
  • Friend: New carpet?
  • Hipster: Yup, old one was ugly wasn't it. It was time for a change.
  • Friend: That's what I've been telling you! I'm glad you finally came to your senses. What happened to your record player, though?
  • Hipster: That thing? I threw it away. It was busted.
  • Friend: That sucks. Are you gonna buy a new one?
  • Hipster: No.
  • Friend: But you won't have anything to play your records on.
  • Hipster: Yeah, but I buy records because I want to support the artists. They're not really for listening. Besides, lossless is better. FLAC is the future.
12x23 Coda

Dean stares at the wisp of darkness in his fingers. So soft, he thinks. So fragile.

“What is that?”

Sam’s soft voice pierces Dean’s thoughts. “I–it’s–it was–Cas gave it to me.” Dean hesitates, then opens his hand to show Sam.

Dean doesn’t look up at Sam’s inhalation. “After that day in the barn, we…talked. I asked about his wings…and he showed me. Even worn and frayed, his wings were so…”

Dean drifts for a time. “I wish you could have seen him that first time, Sammy. He was a giant. All sparks and lightning. And I…” Dean laughs, a half-mad sort of laugh. “I stabbed him in the chest. His eyes were so blue, like fallen stars. I stabbed him…”

Neither brother can take his eyes from the small black feather lying across Dean’s palm. So insubstantial; even among its fellows, how could it have held such greatness aloft?

“I asked, and he showed me. I couldn’t help myself, I stroked his feathers like he was a fucking bird or something.  He was so still, and then he…he smiled. I’ve never seen him smile like that, Sam. I don’t think anyone touches an angel’s wings. When I stopped he reached back…so many of his feathers were already gone, but he plucked this one anyway…” He gestures at the angel’s gift. He can’t see it anymore, there are too many tears. He doesn’t remember how to blink them away.

“Did you ever see his wings, Sam? Before they were bur–” He stops, choking on the word. Sam wants to remind Dean they saw the wings together once, but realizes Dean won’t hear him anyway. “They were perfect, Sammy. And when I touched them I could hear them singing. Singing. Angels don’t sing, but their wings do. And the music…”

Dean closes his eyes. “Until yesterday, this feather sang to me, Sam. But it’s quiet now. Everything is quiet.”

He looks at the pattern burned into the ground.

“Everything is quiet.”

anonymous asked:

They go through fertility problems before finally getting a pregnancy that sticks, can we have the story of when they discover that Yuuri's pregnant with Irina? (Have you done this one already I haven't seen it, sorry if you have, love your stories!)

Whispers I’ve been waiting for this ask.

So as mentioned before, Yuuri retires from skating at twenty-eight and begins coaching and choreographing with Viktor. Because their desire to have children is a big part of the reason why Yuuri retired, they start trying to have a child right away. This would probably be late March, after Worlds. By early May, one of Yuuri’s pregnancy tests comes back positive. 

Unfortunately, at Yuuri’s first ultrasound, they can’t find a heartbeat. (I wrote a long-ass scene to do with this but then I pretty much realized that it was full of medical gibberish and crying and probably very boring, so I left that out) 

The miscarriage happens in June–and it takes awhile before Yuuri’s hormones are back to normal, in part due to stress. This is a great contributing factor to their conception problems. 

In December, Yuuri is almost sure he’s pregnant. For Viktor’s birthday, one of Viktor’s gifts is a gift-wrapped pregnancy test. 

“Have you taken it?” Viktor asks, and he’s holding it in shaking hands.

“Not yet,” says Yuuri. “I was thinking we could–it would be a nice gift, if we found out together.”

Then it comes out negative. And Yuuri cries.

“I’m sorry,” Yuuri sobs into his pillow on their bed, curled up into a little ball with Viktor trying to wrap as much of himself around him as possible. “I ruined your birthday. It was a stupid idea, I should have just taken it by myself and not disappointed you. I’m sorry.”

“I thought it was a lovely gesture,” Viktor whispers against his shoulder blade. “I love you, you know.”

“I ruined your birthday,” Yuuri sniffs again. 

“The night isn’t over, yet,” Viktor tells him.

They go out and get pretty extravagantly drunk. It’s probably not the wisest course of action, but it’s better than sitting at home, staring at the four walls and crying. 

In February, Yuuri sits Viktor down and says, “Maybe we should take a break. Just for a little while.”

Viktor closes his eyes, sighs, and nods. Because he loves Yuuri, and he knows how tired they both are.

(But a little voice in the back of his mind is saying Lilia and Yakov said they were taking a break, too. And that break lasted twenty years. And then it was too late.)

They go out for White Day, which they enjoy celebrating despite not living in Japan at the moment, and when they go to bed after a nice dinner and some dancing, Yuuri realizes that some sort of…pressure has been lifted.

“That was fun,” Yuuri whispers to Viktor afterwards, head on his chest and palm against his belly.

“Mmm, one can only hope,” Viktor murmurs back, and laughs into Yuuri’s hair. “Isn’t sex supposed to be fun?”

“It hasn’t been, though,” Yuuri whispers. “Not for awhile.”

Viktor, almost contemplative, brushes Yuuri’s hair behind his ear and kisses his forehead. “Maybe we’ve been putting too much pressure on ourselves,” he says, and reaches over to turn out the bedside light.

A month and some change later, Yuuri is standing in at store with his phone out, staring at his grocery list. He accidentally flips to his calendar app, where he’s been keeping careful track of all his various cycles, and realizes something.

He counts backwards six times, grocery basket forgotten next to him in the aisle. Someone actually taps his shoulder to ask if he’s alright, because the look on his face must be similar to that of someone who’s seen a ghost.

“I’m fine, thanks,” he mumbles vaguely, and all but runs to the family planning aisle. 

“Yuuri?” Viktor asks, when he comes in the door without so much as a hello. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine!” Yuuri calls. “I just–I need to go to the bathroom! Sorry!” He drops all his other purchases on the island counter and books it to the bathroom, more or less slamming the door behind him. He hears Makkachin whimper at the door for him. 

“Oh, that’s…that’s fine.” He hears Viktor going through the bags in the kitchen. “Did you get onions?”

Yuuri doesn’t really answer, since he’s so busy peeing into a cup–Viktor’s drinking cup, unfortunately. He dips every test he bought–eight tests of four different brands, because he is Viktor Nikiforov’s husband and being over-the-top is kind of the Nikiforov MO, also because he is not fucking around–and lines them up neatly on the counter, then tries not to hyperventilate as he sits on the edge of the bathtub and waits for the tests to develop. 

Viktor knocks on the door. “Kitten? You forgot beets. And half the other things on the list. I’m not complaining, just–is everything okay?”

“Um–just–just give me a minute!” One of the tests is starting to fade in–he knocks two others onto the floor in his hurry to grab it.

One pink line. His heart drops, and he drops with it–sinking onto the floor.

“Yuuri? Are you sick?” Viktor jiggles the doorknob. “Sweetheart? Can you talk to me?”

Yuuri, still vibrating with adrenaline, leans over and unlocks the bathroom door. “You can come in,” he murmurs, not even bothering to hide the despondency in his voice.

Viktor nudges the door open gently, and Yuuri can tell that he knows what’s happened the moment he sees Yuuri sitting on the bathroom floor surrounded by pregnancy tests.

“Oh, Kitten,” Viktor murmurs, hunkering down on the floor with him.

“I’m late,” Yuuri tells him, sniffing. “So I thought–I don’t know, I shouldn’t have even–but I thought maybe…”

Viktor sighs, and gathers the tests that fell on the floor–a pair of expensive ones, with the digital display. He glances at them and clicks his tongue, then does a double take. And a triple take.

“Yuuri,” he says carefully. “Did you look at all of them?”

“No,” Yuuri sniffs, swiping the tears of his cheeks somewhat fiercely. “I didn’t want to–to see all of them say negative.”

“Yuuri.” Viktor sets the two digital tests in front of him, and then reaches up to the counter to retrieve the other five. He lines them all up in a careful line.

Pregnant. Blue plus sign. Blue plus sign. The word YES–

“Oh my God,” Yuuri says, searching through them. “Oh my God. Viktor.”

“Where’s the negative one?” Viktor asks, eyes roving frantically along the floor. 

“Here.” Yuuri hands it to him, shaking now for a totally different reason.

Viktor holds it close to his face, and if Yuuri didn’t already know that that man loved him he would have at that moment–you have to love someone to willingly put something with their pee on it that close to your face.

“Look, look.” Viktor holds it out to him, and points to the spot where there might be a very, very faint pink line. “It’s early yet. It’s faint, but it’s there. They’re all positive. Eight positives. Yuuri. Yuuri.”

“Oh my God.” Yuuri presses his face into his hands. “Oh my God. Viktor, oh my God.”

“I know!” Viktor brushes his hair back, kisses the side of his head. “I know! Yuuri, oh baby, please don’t cry. Shh, don’t cry.”

“I’m crying because I’m happy!” Yuuri wails, feeling ridiculous with tears streaming down his face, a grown man huddled on a bathroom floor just sobbing his eyes out.

Come to think, this might be Yuuri’s first happy bathroom cry.

“We’re going to have a baby,” Viktor coos to him, head resting on his shoulder.

Yuuri wrings a hand, hiccuping. “What if I–”

“Don’t,” Viktor says. “Don’t think about that. Remember what the doctor said? Most people go on to have perfectly normal pregnancies after a miscarriage.”

“But I’ve been having so much trouble–”

“That was stress. And hormones. And maybe other things, but it doesn’t matter now because you are. You are pregnant. There are eight tests here telling me that you’re going to have my baby–and I have complete faith that they’re right.”

Yuuri stares at him, eye still swimming in tears. He sways forward until their foreheads are pressed together, and grabs Viktor’s hand to push it up underneath his shirt, pressed warm against his belly. 

“Who should we tell?” he murmurs.

“Let’s keep it to ourselves, for now,” Viktor whispers back. “You know me, Yuuri. I’m Russian. If it were up to me, I wouldn’t tell anyone until your water broke.”

Yuuri, who a year ago thought Russian pregnancy superstitions were pretty extreme, can’t disagree with him. 

When Yuuri announces to his and Viktor’s students and he won’t be skating for awhile, the look Lilia gives him across the rink is disturbing levels of all-knowing, but Yuuri figures that it doesn’t really jinx anything if the person figures it out themselves–and has as-yet undiscovered superpowers aiding them.

“I think Lilia just smiled at me,” he whispers to Viktor as he leans against the boards, watching their students warm up.

“Pregnancy brain,” Viktor tells him gravely, but there’s a joviality to his voice that’s hard to miss. 

Long Ass List of Daredevil Sentence Starters
  • "Scream all you want. Come on, let me hear you scream. Scream loud. Nobody gives a shit down here."
  • "I gotta go bribe a cop."
  • "But seriously, yeah, I gotta go bribe a cop."
  • "Please stop giving my mom cigars."
  • "Look, I'm not asking you to do anything immoral."
  • "You've never done this before?"
  • "Maybe we can help each other."
  • "All I did was ask him for a drink."
  • "Define yourself by what you have, value the differences, make no apologies for what you lack."
  • "I thought I detected a whiff of virtue in there."
  • "But I'm awkward and unfashionable. Those things don't seem to apply to you."
  • "I just don't feel like going home okay?"
  • "So let's hop a few bars, not think about it."
  • "Your outfit kind of sucks, by the way."
  • "You haven't told me anything about you."
  • "Okay, good because I was starting to worry you might be in love with me."
  • "I drank the eel. Not a euphemism."
  • "And we are now filled with mighty eel strength!"
  • "After what you told me, I'm never going home again."
  • "I know you're scared, but I'm here to help you. Okay? - You don't have to be scared anymore."
  • "I make a heck of a latte, if you're interested."
  • "Facts have no moral judgment. They merely state what is. Not what we think of them, not what we feel."
  • "I know how hard this must be for you."
  • "You have no idea how any of this is for me."
  • "They have to pay for what they've done."
  • "They won't listen."
  • "We'll make them listen."
  • "You do not want to test me."
  • "You think this is still about you?"
  • "You should have just killed me. You coward."
  • "This is an offer, not an order."
  • "I did some digging into your, uh past activities."
  • "A man/woman that can be bought isn't worth having."
  • "I said you should move on. Didn't say anything about me."
  • "Even though our perception of it changes, one thing remains constant. The past can never be completely erased. It lingers."
  • "I've been lied to before by men/women. Some were even decent ones but they still felt the need to be dishonest about things that mattered."
  • "Hey, that's not a reason, it's an excuse."
  • "He's/She's like a sexual Rain Man."
  • "I want you to touch my face."
  • "Just tell me what you feel."
  • "You need anything else, you know where to find me."
  • "You want the short answer or the long one?"
  • "We need to contain this."
  • "Lying to that woman is impossible."
  • "Choose a side."
  • "I'm the closest he/she has to family. He'd/She'd do the same for me."
  • "That wasn't very smart, but it was fun watching you bleed."
  • "Life is not a fairy tale. Not everyone deserves a happy ending."
  • "Animals don't stop fighting. Not until one of them is dead."
  • "Admittedly, I'm a work in progress."
  • "Let's get this started."
  • "You know what they call stuff like that? Gifts. The special kind. The kind that very few people have. Or deserve."
  • "Smart don't come out of books, kid. Smart is making the right decision at the right time."
  • "Big world. Not all of it flowers and sunshine, and the only way guys like you and me can survive is to grab it by the throat and never let go."
  • "Are you gonna lie there all night or get up off your ass?"
  • "What a shithole."
  • "This is my life and I made something of it, without you."
  • "Relationships are a luxury men like you and me can't afford."
  • "Is that why you left? Huh? To protect me?"
  • "You got heart kid, but heart's not enough."
  • "Anger is a spark, good. Rage is a wildfire, out of control, therefore useless. Just like you."
  • "We all pay for our choices."
  • "I've learned a lot since you've been gone."
  • "You're a dick."
  • "Say that you want my help."
  • "I want you to help yourself."
  • "I don't need a friend. I need a soldier."
  • "In war, people die. If it's not you, it's the guy next to you."
  • "I swear I will not kill anybody. Pussy."
  • "Never is a man more good looking than when he is in love."
  • "You do your job, I'll do mine."
  • "On occasion some dickery may leak out, but doesn't mean I'm wrong."
  • "So, how long before I do something that pisses you off?"
  • "You can't listen to people like that. You have to just block them out."
  • "Yeah, you're just a guy, right? A really, really good-looking guy."
  • "If you weren't half dead, I would kick your ass."
  • "We're gonna be the best damn avocados this city has ever seen."
  • "Misspelling 'Hanukkah' is a mistake. Attempted murder is a little something else."
  • "Well, we seldom get everything we want. Not in this world."
  • "You were really something back in the day. When you had a soul."
  • "I'm not afraid to die."
  • "We'll be together, that's all that matters."
  • "You really think that this will change anything?"

Okay so @chirpingisflirting said she’s been having a real poopy bday, so I thought I’d take a crack at a nurseydex hc (which became this lame ficlet chimera) for her! Here goes nothing! Literally!

I’d imagine that, early in Nursey and Dex’s relationship (say, four months in?), school starts hittin’ Dex hard; boy’s got assignments up the wazoo, some emergency fees come up and he takes a small job a few days a week at the school bookstore/convenience store, his life’s just a mess. Nursey’s trying to keep his cool and be understanding, but it’s driving him nuts. He hasn’t seen Dex outside of practice in like, a month and a half, and he keeps trying to text him and make the best out of a crappy situation, but Dex tends to fall asleep or get bogged down by a new assignment and just forgets to text back and or it’s been almost a day and it’d feel really awkward to answer now and… yeah. It’s really fucking with Nursey.

He’s been taking it slow with Dex (whom I headcanon as only recently really coming into his sexuality?) since the start, but it feels like he’s the only one who gives a crap sometimes. Nursey reminds himself that’s obviously not true, though, and that Dex is just obscenely busy and just… lays on the supportive texts, or brings extra snacks for Dex after practice/before class. Still, this can only go on for so long.

And it’s driving Dex crazy too, because he’s reading all the texts, and he can see how upset Nursey is every time he splits up with the rest of the team after breakfast to head off to class, and it weighs on his mind when he’s knee-deep in some cs problem. It’s his first real relationship (with a dude?), and he’s crazy for Nursey, but he feels like he’s only giving 30% when Nursey’s constantly giving 100% (which ISN’T TRUE; boy’s running himself ragged, here!).

So he works double time for like a week to give him enough slack to slack off for an evening. It’s Tuesday, and he texts Nursey around lunch to get dressed in something comfy and wait outside the Haus for him after dinner. Nursey’s totally confused and is so… idk? Anxious? What could Dex want to talk about? Can Nursey even take this anymore? Is this fair to him? He almost doesn’t reply or want to show up, but he’s a sucker for Dex, so he puts on a cute li'l sweater over a collared shirt and waits out front.

Dex pulls up ten minutes late (definitely unlike him), and Nursey and him drive off silently.

They pull up to this hill hidden between these real posh houses that overlook Samwell and the surrounding town, minutes pass, and Dex pulls a scrap of paper and a single, haggard looking rose from behind his seat, but he still won’t talk. He just stares down at the things in his hands, and Nursey’s somewhere between concerned and pissed.

“I stopped by the flower shop before they closed and picked this up for you,” Dex starts, hands on the rose he’s now jerking in Nursey’s direction, “but I realized I don’t even know if you like roses, and this is completely fucking cliché, and it got all fucked up because I kept fiddling with it, and- Jesus, Nurse. I’m sorry.”

Nursey just looks up and locks eyes with Dex for the first time all night. Concern is winning out over anger now. He takes the rose, and his eyebrows wrinkle in an almost sad way.

“Shit, Nur- Derek! Derek. Are you okay? I’m so, so–”

“I love it.” Nursey places his hand over Dex’s. Dex just blushes and goes silent again, his eyes returning to the scrap that’s getting closer to becoming, well, scraps.

“I know I’ve been really shitty about, well, us, recently.” Dex is breathing deeper now. “But I know how hard this is for you, and I think about you all the time, and I thought I could balance everything, but I-” Dex shrugs. “I guess I can’t,” he chuckles.

“And I guess I know how much you like poetry and stuff, and- just- I brought you here to tell you…” He stretches out the paper in his now shaking hands, and sucks in a sharp breath. Th- this. Just read this.“ He passes the scrap over to Nursey:

‘You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.’

"Yo, you know plagiarism is probably the least effective way to my heart, right?” Nursey chirps.

“I know that, idiot,” Dex starts. “I- I’m not saying I wrote it. I just-”

“I know, man.” Nursey’s hand tightens around Dex’s.

And then Nursey’s kissing him, and Dex could almost cry for all that he feels he doesn’t deserve it after this past month. They break apart soon, though, and Dex takes the moment to hold Nursey out at arm’s length.

“I'msosorryDerekyoudeservebetterthanthisI'lltryharderforyou,” Dex breathes out.

“Hey, chill. I’m not blind, you know? You’re doin’ everything you can, Will. Just… just let me help you too, y'know? If you’re too busy to leave your damn room, let me come to you. It’ll kill me, but I can catch up on my readings and… not distract you.” He waits a beat for Dex to answer, and when he doesn’t, he continues, “Or I can meet you in between classes and walk you to your next one, or we can call each other… I just miss you.”

Dex’s eyes start darting here and there, like he’s looking for something in Nursey’s, and he finally answers: “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.” He’s sniffling now. “Let me do better.”

And with that, Dex leans in to kiss the smile sprouting on Nursey’s lips.

(And then vehicular cuddles. A lot of them. To the point where Nursey has to drive them back because Dex is half-asleep.)

anonymous asked:

Hello! Can we have boys spoiling each other (and Yura) with care, attention, by being mindful, or by something material? Sneakily or open - no matter. Thanks in advance! )))

Viktor is notorious for having the biggest holes in his pockets. He follows a rule of thumb: if it has animal stripes on it or it’s purple, he buys it, only to dump in front of Yura’s front door for him to find (if it’s both, well, that’s like Easter come early). On the same note, if it’s pretty and shiny or it reminds him of Yuuri, or if he even remotely suspects Yuuri would like it, it becomes a “late anniversary present” or an early one, whatever festivity is closer and fits.
Yura promptly wears whatever it was the day after, feigning ignorance, doesn’t look at him in the eyes and screams a little less than usual.
Yuuri tries desperately to get him to bring it back, this is getting ridiculous, why would I want this marble peacock statue with glitters glued on it, Vitya, oh my god, no, don’t cry, I really like it- clearly to no avail. They’re probably gonna have to move out soon or at least rent a garage or something.

Yuuri is a book manual mom friend. He makes bento for everyone at the rink (even Yakov) ((they need a bigger kitchen)), sneakily gives advice when Yura is out of his depth enough to not properly ask for it but making it slip that he would need it, wordlessly wraps his jacket around his shoulders when he stubbornly refuses to get his out of the car. He reminds Viktor to take his vitamins, makes him hot tea when it’s chilly outside (with his favourite jam, even if he shudders everytime), lets him cry into his neck when it’s a no day. He bribes him with cake at the price of eating his vegetables (you too, Yura, don’t give me the scowly face, you’ll never grow up by pirozhkis only) and sometimes he even lets him win at Monopoli (he’ll never give up his rightful place as the master of mario kart, that’s for sure).

Yura is a little more complicated. He’s so desperately young, and angry, but his rare smiles when he gets unguarded are proof enough. He scowls, and screams, props his socked feet on their coffee table and drinks the hot chocolate with marshmallows Yuuri dropped into his hands. He mutters obscenities and then asks Viktor to help him solve a physics problem. Viktor chirps that he’ll be happy to offer his services and Yura kicks him in the shin.
He’s always around, no matter if he complains and pretends to gag when they kiss, he never misses a friday dinner (it’s definitely a thing, now) and makes it his duty to bring the best ingredients for pirozhki. They take turns to do the dishes.


The thing is: sometimes Viktor is emotionally unavailable; he carves lazy eights on the ice, takes off for a loop and when he lands his eyes are cold, distant, his smiles the dazzling, fake photoshoot ones. Yuuri pretends to be too tired to practice and gets them home, Yura in tow, and Makkachin attaches himself to Viktor’s hip while they kick his ass at Cluedo (Viktor is always Miss Scarlet). They order take out and watch Titanic, to Yuri’s displeasure, and Viktor cries for the last half of the movie (and part of the first, too) but when Yuuri goes to wipe his nose, his smile is toothy and genuine. He snuggles between them and remembers that he’s not alone, that, no matter how many medals he’s won, he’s just Viktor, and that’s okay.

Sometimes Yuuri is too tired, and doesn’t find it in himself to cook.
Viktor cuts up the sausages into little octopuses and only burns them a little, but everyone at the rink still eats them and choruses their thanks to Yuuri, who blushes beautifully and hides his face into Viktor’s shirt. They leave practice early, despite his weak protests, and Viktor draws him a hot bath that they take together, lazily making swirls with the soap bubbles and humming old cartoon songs together. Yura stomps in the middle of couch cuddling with hot pizza and his cat, who Makkachin loves very much, and they eat together watching the two fluffy things battle for dominance (Makkachin wants to snuggle, Potya wants to be left alone). Yuuri lets the cushions and Viktor’s arms engulf him, takes deep breaths and remembers that he’s loved.

Sometimes Yura is closed off and stormy, his muscles sore and stretched out, his snarl genuine, the caged out expression of an unwillingly tamed beast. He hurts, feeling like he’s too big for his body, like his bones could suddenly snap under the weight he’s putting on them.
Viktor pretends to give him nasty pointers on his free leg, exaggerates his woes on purpose to give him something to channel his rage on. Yura fumes and curses, carving angry lines on the ice, and Yuuri puts up some music on the speakers that’s just hurling and bass thumps and they soar through the air till they can’t breathe anymore.
They buy ridiculously over saturated with sugar churros on the way back and make katsudon, screaming at the blue monster truck to get his shit together and Yura curls on the sofa like an exhausted cat. He stays the night, and when Viktor carries him to the guest room there’s the ghost of a smile on his lips. He refuses to get driven back by Viktor the day after, so they all take the crowded bus together, but in between ominous hisses Yuri’s expression softens, and he remembers that he’s enough, and powerful, and that, even if he doesn’t feel like it, he belongs.


Sometimes, it’s easy for them to believe they’re alone. But be it by ridiculously expensive tiger printed socks or food or simply being there, the mismatched, marvelous family they have makes it just as easy to remember that they’re not.

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Childhood Friends / 4875 words

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September 2017

Part One

“I’m so excited to meet him, I can’t even tell ya!” Ella giggled, helping me to set up my tiny flat for the evening.

I couldn’t help but feel like I’d invited round one too many people. There was barely enough room for me to manoeuvre around my flat, never mind anyone else. I’d budged every single item in my room so they were pressed against the walls, but it genuinely hadn’t made much difference. People were bound to be tripping over one another all evening.

“He’s excited to meet you too!” I cooed. “He’s a bit desperate for you all to like him.”

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anonymous asked:

awhile after 2x18, make-up sex!! sweet, full of kisses and laughter & /i'm so happy we found each other again/ & lying together, warmly entwined on their bed, happy and in LOVE & everything is fine!! bonus pts for alec making love to his boyfriend, pinning him to the bed & kissing his neck & whispering apologies & magnus shushes him like "this isn't about that, this is about being together again" & alec silently decides he wants to make it up to him anyway & gives him The Best Sex of His Life ;D

Alright, if this is somewhat decent it’s all thanks to the prompt because it’s amazing, okay? Okay. You also convinced @estefra to accept a bottom!Magnus for this fic, which is not an easy feat, I can assure you, so congrats!
Alright. Have some porn under the cut, WARNING FOR NSFW CONTENT, EXPLICIT CONTENT, PLEASE BE SAFE.
Also, I’m Not Good at writing smut. Please forgive me.


It’s a mess of I was stupid and I was blind and I’m sorry and apologies overlapping but they don’t stop kissing, wouldn’t stop for anything; Alec’s hands are buried in Magnus’ hair, his palms pressed against his cheeks as he breathes him in like he hasn’t been able to take a deep breath for days, the tip of his nose brushing the golden skin on his cheekbones as he kisses his lips, his jaw, like he’s making sure he still feels the same under his skin, and he whispers missed you, soft and small, hidden in the curve of Magnus’ throat.

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@lonelywalkingpotato asked:  Yay! Could you do a HC on how RFA+V+Saeran react to genius fem!MC? Not Saeyoung kind of “707” genius, but has literally created new mathematical formulas, one of the fundamental contributors on the subject of quantum physics, etc. Genius female leads are MY guilty pleasure because WHY DO EVERY OTOME GAME HAS A DENSE MC WITH A HAREM. WHAT. (Also, thank you for the offer on messages, I might take that up if you don’t mind sometime later c:)


RFA + V & Saeran reaction to an MC who is a scientific genius!

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anonymous asked:

I present a challenge. Which I'm going to pose to one of the other side as well. Because I want to see more fans support their ships solely on their merits, the best way. Sell your ship to someone who knows the manga but isn't invested. A casual fan. Only rule, you can't compare your ship to any other ship or mention the another ship at all. This includes using characters to compare. The idea here is to promote your ship focusing only on YOUR LOVE for it. I'm curious how fans will go about this.

Where to begin?! When I entered the Vampire Knight journey I had no idea what this story and these two characters, Zero and Yuuki, would come to mean to me. They remind me so much of another real journey that was incredible to me. They are the very epitome of that beautiful wondrous time in my life. 

If you want to experience a love that is built from the ground up with the most solid foundation then I recommend that you read or reread Vampire Knight and look closely for all the radiant signs!!!

I ship Zero and Yuuki (Zeki) for a great many reasons. I would have to type a book to really clarify all of their strengths and merits together.

Let me start by saying, it’s the overall feeling I get when reading Zeki scenes. 

This is a love that is built on friendship, respect and equality. Have you ever heard the saying I’m in love with my best friend? Well that is zeki!!! Shouldn’t you be in love with your best friend?! Aren’t you going to share the entire rest of your life with this person? Don’t you want to know that there is no other who will stand by you and understand you like this person does? That is what love based on friendship as one of the key components means. There is no one who understood them better than they understood each other. No one who supported them better than they supported each other. That is the great thing about a true love with it’s foundation based on friendship!!

 Right from the beginning you can clearly see that they support one another. Yuuki fights for Zero when he is at his lowest point, making him strive to let the light back in and then Zero returns this love by standing beside Yuuki through her depression and guilt in the second half of VK and into VKM. Yuuki puts all her faith in Zero that he can overcome what he is going through, that it wasn’t this condition that defined him, rather the kind soul within him, even when Zero himself felt like he was turning into a monster.

And Zero never once made Yuuki feel like she had to second guess herself, he always knew when to stand behind her and let her shine. It was always a love built on balance, whether one was helping the other or they both were on even ground. In multiple instances they were each other’s pillar of strength when the other one felt weak or lost.

At different points in the manga they both wanted the other one to find happiness, even if it meant sacrificing their own wants. For them, just seeing the other one smile was enough. And they didn’t just wish for it they did what they could for each other so that their other half would actually be able to achieve the ability to smile from the bottom of their heart. This is truly a sign of a healthy relationship, always being selfless because you genuinely care for the other person. Love is never selfish. It is kind and selfless. Both Yuuki and Zero were this even in the times when they may have seemed a bit selfish. They still longed to find a way to help the other one smile from their heart and find true happiness. The journey has been long but I know zeki got there!!!! I know it like I know that I need air to breathe.

No matter what society or friends or predisposed notions dictated they still managed to always come back to each as if they knew subconsciously where they would find sanctuary from the darkness that surrounded them.

Everything about Zeki came naturally, right down to their ability to open up and discuss their fears and problems without feeling awkward or feeling like they might be judged. It wasn’t a love that was forced or expected, it was one that blossomed slowly and took them by surprise.

Isn’t that what love should be? A slow beautiful journey together, one filled with ups and downs and an unforeseen pit stop here and there. A love where communication is spoken with ease and straightforwardness, never fear of being condemned. It’s one that wraps you up in warmth and continues to radiate light despite any chaotic storms that may come along. Love isn’t a fairytale where the prince comes to save the princess. Real love is fighting beside one another, knowing whatever the hell happens you feel confident, at peace and safe because you draw your resilience from one another. Real love is a love that becomes more solidified with every hardship, not one that cracks and breaks under pressure. This is what Zeki is to me. 

Never have I ever or do I think I ever will find an otp that means more to me than this couple. Their journey and progression, even when they take a step backwards in order for them to learn to move forward, has mesmerized me like no other. I feel truly blessed to have been able to be a part of their journey. Good and bad, right and wrong, happy and sad, ugly and beautiful, sickness and health, weak and strong. They are everything that a great love is supposed to be. Love is multi-layered. It is never perfect but it makes you perfectly happy to share the journey through life with your partner. If you get to experience this kind of love in your lifetime consider yourself very very lucky. If you are still waiting for that kind of love come along for zeki’s journey. They won’t disappoint you.

They and their love for one another is simply RADIANT!!!

 Like I said I would need to truly write a book to really tell you what this couple represents to me. I love them beyond words!!! They are truly my otp of otps!!!

Thanks for dropping by anon :)

@ the people who are calling out mark’s snake friends but acting like mark is an innocent victim in all of this

i honestly ??????? don’t quite understand why everyone is down to trash mark’s friends yet only about 1/5 of y'all are calling mark out along with them

like let me remind you these guys are MARK’s friends. not bambam’s, not yugyeom's—they sure as hell aren’t youngjae's—no, they are MARK’s friends. this isn’t just one or two reptile nasties in association with him either, this is AN ENTIRE GROUP of problematic, shit-faced drunks who leak the n-word and other derogatory bullshit like it’s their mother tongue.

these aren’t just “past high school friends” either ????? mark is STILL friends with them, he payed for their tickets to flyinla, let them backstage and has taken snapchat pics w/ them multiple times, and not even a week ago was partying with these same trash heaps listening to black music and them calling him “my n*gga” in his own backyard. don’t act like they’re some irrelevant group of people he’s already left behind and doesn’t associate himself with anymore.

mark didn’t even look phased at bambam calling him the n-word, much less did he bother to tell his friends to stop every time they said it when they @’d him on twitter/ig. he’s made it pretty damn obvious that he’s okay with his friends saying shit. in this whole situation he’s been transparently neutral and THAT MAKES HIM JUST AS GUILTY.

BEING AN ENABLER IS NOT A POSITIVE THING.

MARK MAY HAVE CHANGED FROM HOW HE WAS IN HIGH SCHOOL, AND I HAVE NO DOUBT THAT TRAINING FOR 5 YEARS AND COMING TO SK TO FOLLOW HIS DREAM HAS MADE HIM A BETTER PERSON (IN ALL THE 2 ½ YEARS GOT7 HAS BEEN AROUND THIS BOY HASNT DONE A SINGLE THING THAT WAS PROBLEMATIC ASIDE FROM HAVING THESE SHITTY ASS PEOPLE ASSOCIATED WITH HIM), BUT THAT DOESN’T CHANGE THE FACT THAT THESE ARE HIS FRIENDS. 

  • HIS FRIENDS WERE THE ONES WHO CAME TO FLYINLA DRUNK OFF THEIR ASSES WHEN OVER HALF THE AUDIENCE MADE UP OF MINORS, ACTING HIGHLY INAPPROPRIATE AS THEY TURNED GOT7’s ENCORE SEGMENT INTO A COMPLETE JOKE. I ATTENDED AND WAS PRESENT FOR DAY 1, SAW THEIR NASTINESS FIRST HAND AND WAS IN HONEST DISBELIEF AS TO HOW UNPLEASANT THEY WERE. BECAUSE OF THEM, SO MANY PEOPLE WENT HOME DISSATISFIED AND THERE WERE SO MANY NEGATIVE FAN ACCOUNTS THAT GOT7 DID NOT DESERVE.
  • HIS FRIENDS WERE THE ONES SPRAYING FANS WITH WATER AND BEER LIKE THE CONCERT WAS SOME KIND OF RAVE, RUINING SOMEONE’S HAND-MADE SIGN WITH THEIR NONSENSE AS WELL AS MAKING A GIRL CRY BY HITTING HER WITH A LIGHTSTICK THEY THREW, GETTING INTO A FIGHT SO BAD THE POLICE HAD TO COME. 
  • HIS FRIENDS WERE THE ONES WHO UPLOADED PRIVATE IMAGES OF GOT7 ONTO THEIR SOCIAL MEDIA FOR THE SAKE OF GAINING LIKES AND FOLLOWERS, CREATING THIS ENTIRE MESS IN THE FIRST PLACE AND NOT ONLY DISRESPECTING MARK’S PRIVACY AND REPUTATION, BUT ALL OF GOT7’s. YOUNGJAE DIDN’T EVEN GO TO THE FUCKING PARTY, HE SAT HIS ASS DOWN AT HOME AND WAS PROBABLY PLAYING POKEMON GO ALL DAY, YET HE’S GOING TO GET YELLED AT IN ASSOCIATION WITH THIS BULLSHIT AND YOU DON’T KNOW HOW UPSET THAT MAKES ME.

YES, ANDREW AND JESSICA AND HOLLY AND WHOEVER ELSE IS IN THEIR NASTY ASS SNAKE GROUP ARE THEIR OWN PERSON AND HAVE THEIR OWN RESPONSIBILITIES AS ADULTS, BUT Y'ALL NEED TO REALIZE THAT WHEN THEY ACT OUT LIKE THIS IT DOESN’T JUST ULTIMATELY FALL ON THEM. IT FALLS ON MARK. IT FALLS ON GOT7.

LIKE I WOULD LOVE TO THINK THAT MARK IS AWARE OF HOW HURTFUL THE N-WORD IS TO ALL OF THEIR BLACK FANS, THAT HE DOESN’T SUPPORT THE USE OF THE N-WORD OR ANY DEROGATORY TERM AT ALL & THAT HE DOESN’T SHARE ANY VIEWS WITH THE TRASH PILE HE HAS AND STILL CALLS “HIS FRIENDS"—BUT I ALSO UNDERSTAND THAT HE’S FROM AN AREA IN LA WHERE ITS KNOWN TO HAVE PRIVILEGED LITTLE ASIAN KIDS WHO CARELESSLY THROW THE N-WORD AROUND, ARE REGULAR DRUG AND ALCOHOL USERS, AND ATTEND RAVES ON A NORMAL BASIS—MARK’S FRIENDS ARE SPITTING IMAGES OF THIS.

YOU CAN’T!!!!! HOLD!!!!! MARK!!!!! TO THE SAME STANDARDS!!!!! AS!!!!!! YOURSELF!!!!!!!!!!!

YES, MARK IS HUMAN JUST LIKE US, AND HE MAY HAVE BEEN UNAWARE THAT HIS FRIEND’S WOULD DO ALL THESE THINGS, AND JUST BECAUSE HIS FRIENDS ARE LIKE THIS DOESN’T MEAN HE IS. 

BUT MARK!!!!!! IS!!!!! AN IDOL!!!!!! AND ALONG WITH HIMSELF, HE HAS SIX OTHER PEOPLE TO LOOK AFTER AND UPHOLD AND THINK ABOUT!!!!!! AT THE END OF THE DAY, IT’S HIS FAULT FOR BEING FRIENDS WITH IRRESPONSIBLE, TOXIC ASSHATS WHO NOT ONLY HURT HIS MEMBERS, BUT HIS FANS AS WELL. 

I DON’T KNOW ABOUT Y'ALL, BUT GOT7 HAVE WORKED TOO LONG AND TOO HARD, LEFT BEHIND TOO MANY THINGS, MADE TOO MANY SACRIFICES, AND SHED TOO MANY TEARS TO HAVE THEIR BLOSSOMING CAREERS TORN DOWN AND DEGRADED BY MARK’S RATTY ASS GROUP OF FRIENDS WHO WENT INTO HIDING, SET THEIR ACCOUNT’S ON PRIVATE AND MADE SHITTY EXCUSES WHEN THINGS GOT TOUGH FOR THEM.

THE ONLY CONNECTION THIS FAKE ASS SNAKE PIT HAS WITH GOT7 IS MARK. AND UNTIL HE SPEAKS OUT, UN-FRIENDS, BLOCKS, AND DISASSOCIATES HIMSELF THESE PEOPLE I HAVE NO REASON TO NOT BELIEVE THAT HE IS ABSOLUTELY OKAY WITH EVERYTHING THEY’VE DONE AND EVERYTHING THAT’S HAPPENING.

I KNOW Y'ALL WANT TO BE UNDERSTANDING, AND NEVER LIKE POINTING FINGERS AT THE BOYS BECAUSE THEY WOULD NEVER DIRECTLY DO ANYTHING TO HURT ANYONE, BUT THIS IS THE TIME.

 I NEED MARK TO REALIZE THAT THIS ISN’T A ONE PERSON SHOW. WHO HE’S FRIENDS WITH AND WHAT THEY DO DOESN’T JUST AFFECT THEMSELVES OR HIM, IT AFFECTS EVERYONE

DON’T BE SILENT ABOUT THIS. DON’T JUST BLAME MARK’S FRIENDS. JUST LIKE YOU FOUGHT FOR AN APOLOGY AND ACKNOWLEDGMENT FROM BAMBAM, YOU CANNOT ALLOW MARK TO STAY NEUTRAL AGAIN AND RISK THIS SERIES OF SCANDALS AND HURT FEELINGS HAPPENING SOME TIME IN THE NEAR FUTURE. DO NOT ALLOW MARK TO BE AN ENABLER. HE’S BETTER THAN THIS AND CAN DO BETTER THAN THIS.

I DON’T NEED TO SEE GOT7 HURTING AGAIN BECAUSE OF HIS RATTY “FRIENDS” NEXT YEAR. 

anonymous asked:

Would you write a KuroDai fic with this dialogue as prompt? "Hey remember when I said it was 'just a crush' and that I would 'literally never fall so low'?" "Yeah?" "I was wrong. I'm entirely screwed. Help me, please." It's probably basic pining KuroDai but when isn't that good, hmm? (人˘ ³˘)♥ (don't feel forced though! ♥ I just really love your writing~) I hope you'll have a nice day ~

It’s been months since I received this ask… Anon, I hope you’re still out there somewhere…

the second our eyes met (baby i was yours)

kurodai (and akaboku). 2426 words. dance au. ao3 link

When Sawamura Daichi walks through the door, Kuroo doesn’t stand a chance, even if he doesn’t know it, not yet.

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‘a show of gratitude’

pairing: verkwan

words: 989

summary:  the windowless walls of the bright green practice room look different in the nighttime. 

[or, verkwan’s first kiss.] 

12 days of fic: day 1 day 2 day 3: 

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Said I was going to do it, so I’m doing it. Knight character analysis. Or in more accurate terms, me babbling about Knight for a little while, just covering the basics. Because it’s been a long time coming. I apologize in advance for how messy this is;; 

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Cost of Freedom (12/??)

Summary: In which Kaito spends time in solitary, and gets a little surprise. Prison!AU

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The first three days of solitary confinement make Kaito feel as if he’s going insane. The silence and the lack of stimulation leaves him feeling jittery, as if the walls are moving in on him. He moves between feeling overwhelmed by his own emotions, and an emotional flatness where he just feels like there is no hope.

It does not take him long to understand why people label solitary as psychological torture. Not with how quickly it has led to his unravelling, not with how loneliness has gripped into his skin and is pulling him under the water, drowning him.

“I need to calm down,” Kaito says, and he’s not sure why it seems so much more difficult to deal with this time, but solitary is taking the life from him. “It’s not going to be like this for too long.”

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anonymous asked:

I'm new here, in fact I've been sucked in by the intense TMZ coverage about a boybander I had never heard about. The no paternity article seemed so fishy that I wanted to learn more about him. I saw old videos of him and I thought yeah this kid isn't straight. And then I discovered the larry conspiracy. I'm still not convinced one way or another about Larry/ the baby but I've read some masterposts debunking it and while there are a lot of inconsistencies, a few of them can be explained away. (1)

I just wanted to know if these alternatives seem plausible to you. For example, it’s true that pr wise this was handled really badly but isn’t their team known for being incompetent? And apparently their team hates Louis so if that’s the case that was more incentive for them to turn this into a big joke. That’s why the pr side of isn’t really convincing to me. Maybe they took advantage of a real situation (an oopsie baby) to make things hard for him. (2)

As for the early annoucement the J family seems to me rather fame hungry and it looks like Briana gor pregnant on purpose to trap him and get money/fame from it so them threatening him to leak isn’t far fetched to me. It could explain the tension between the families and why no one close to him congratulated him because that family is frankly awful. And then her and her family negotiated some exposure for her (her appearances at the London shows), a few pap walks for her then for the baby. (3)

So maybe the fact that he’s getting papped with the baby is a condition of his visitation rights? This is more exposure for them since she’s mentioned in each article. Idk I’m just trying to consider every possibility but yeah there are a lot more which cannot be explained (Louis’ lack of bond to the baby, her changing bump, the weird pictures, the media circus about the doll theory, the tmz coverage, the rental house, no pat test, Louis saying he’ll have no responsabilities etc) (4)

Anyway I just wanted your opinion on my alternative explanation. I’d like to dismiss the drunken ons mistake handled really badly and fame hungry family trapping a miIlionaire boybander theory. Thank you.

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okay so since you’ve said you’re new i’m going to start by giving you a lot of reading to do. 

we’ve been talking about this situation extensively for months and i’m not going to bother re-inventing the wheel when there are a million resources i can point you to instead.

so, for starters, in case you haven’t seen this yet, briana was never actually pregnant. everything about this entire situation is fake and has been from the very beginning. in case you need proof that the pics of the changing bump are actually from this year check my ‘bump’ tag.

next, this metro article conveniently just happened to ‘predict’ a louis pregnancy, the zerrie break up, zayn leaving the band, and the band breakup rumours half a year in advance. chances are some of syco’s plans for the upcoming year were leaked to them/someone working there overheard something and they framed them as eerily accurate ‘predictions;

now for the links:

start with these two excellent masterposts by gabi @tellmethisisnotlove

introducing partboy!louis (where you’ll see how contrived all of this has been from the beginning)

foreshadowing of the stunt/louis saying the baby isn’t real

then read these:

a real celebrity pregnancy does not play out like this regardless of the circumstances

PLEASE READ THIS ENTIRE POST it pretty much singlehandedly addresses all of your questions.

they would just pay briana off if this was real she would never have been able to leverage it into a people magazine story on her own

celebrity lovechild precedents in which the public found out YEARS LATER

a summary of the situation/all the inconsistencies

way more details into the inconsistencies and general tomfoolery

and a nice final post on how it’s not just an ‘unplanned pregnancy louis was bummed out about and that’s why he kept talking about his lack of plans and responsibilities’

if you want to read more/still have questions i’d suggest you check out the first half of the links on this page on my blog.

also here’s a post on why we think babygate is happening/the purpose of it. also if you want to read more about louis and harry check out @theharrylouistreatise

you mentioned her getting pregnant on purpose to ‘trap’ him but you need to understand that she is not the famous one here. she has no power. she has no control. if he wanted this story shut down if there really was a kid, it would have been shut down. it wouldn’t have been a huge exclusive in people magazine (people magazine is the most obsequious pseudo tabloid there is they will kiss the ass of every single celebrity and pr person and will print whatever they’re told in exchange for exclusives).

her family would not be able to negotiate ANYTHING. they simply do not have that kind of power or leverage (especially because, as it’s frequently been reported, no paternity test has been taken. if this situation was real there would still be NO PROOF THE KID IS EVEN HIS).

let that sink in. ‘freddie’ is now almost 3 months old AND LOUIS STILL HAS NEVER TAKEN A PATERNITY TEST. how on earth would briana and her horrible family have any leverage or means of manipulating louis if that basic fact hasn’t even been established?

logically if louis was being ‘trapped’ by her and her family wouldn’t the first thing he did be to demand a paternity test? but nope, apparently he’s said multiple times he doesn’t need one. do you see how those thoughts cannot co-exist in a logical scenario?

how can louis be trapped if there’s a giant potential exit right in front of him in the form of a paternity test? you’re telling me he hates the situation this much but won’t even take the most obvious step which could free him from all of this completely?

anonymous asked:

clickbait aside i'm stumped as to what would be the reason liam would be asked about larry. 1d hasn't been a band for more than a year. if we're gonna believe that liam isn't really into harry's music, then liam doesn't even know a "sweet creature" to confirm or debunk. niall hasn't (yet) been asked about larry. why would liam have anything new to say? didn't he already shut down larry? why now and for what?

Because it was a room of 101 mostly teenage fans, and someone wanted to know if Larry is real.

(I don’t think Niall has yet had a meet and greet with 101 mostly teenage fans yet, has he?)

I don’t know why he did an open meet and greet like that. But I don’t think it’s a huge conspiracy. It’s 101 mostly young fans, they’re going to ask dumb questions (link to transcript and video).

They asked a dumb question and he answered it with the party line. He answered it with the same amount of bantering and joking around and working the crowd that he did every other question.

I don’t think there was any other way for him to answer it. If he said it wasn’t his business to talk about, everyone would scream that it wasn’t a denial. If he didn’t banter like he did for every other question, people would scream that his tone wasn’t normal. Was he supposed to say yes? Liam answered it exactly the way I would expect him to.

As for “didn’t he already shut down larry? why now and for what?”…

Everyone has shut down Larry.

Harry flat out said “Sweet Creature” isn’t about Louis

Everyone has shut down the idea of Larry for years. And yet we’re still here, trying to prove Larry is real and waiting for a coming out. Even the antis, who have everything they want, are still sitting around trying to prove we’re wrong.

You’ve got Harry off being gay for fan promo (rainbow jacket for the fans, rainbow pin for the fans, stupid fucking bee, that Louis tweet) and het for the public promo. He is playing both sides of the fandom right now, as we speak. So of course people are still interested in Larry. Look at how people are claiming his half-het album is gay, pink is a huge deal (Niall and Liam have all worn pink lately), and so on and so forth.

So why wouldn’t a fan ask about it? Harry’s out there using it for his promo, keeping interest up. Since Harry wasn’t in the room, the fan asked Liam.

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bokuaka drabble, set in the parents au

Akaashi is sleeping, or he is trying to sleep, but the door of the bedroom keeps opening and closing, quick nervous steps echoing in the hallway, back and forward, back and forward. So Akaashi groans, pushes himself up and lets out a sigh escape his lips, kissing sleep time goodbye.

He brushes his fingers through his hair, trying to arrange it a bit, then gets up and drags his feet towards the door. Sleep still sticks to the corner of his eyes, making them droopy, tired.

So much for sleeping in today, he thinks as he’s opening the door.

He is met with a ball of nervous energy, still pacing back and forward, from the living room all the way to the bedroom.

Bokuto stops at his tracks as he sees Akaashi emerge, sighing in relief. His whole body seems to deflate and he smiles at Akaashi as if his sole presence has resolved whatever is bothering Bokuto.

Akaashi wants to be mad, wants to tell Bokuto to stop pacing around so he can go back to sleep but if there is one thing Akaashi is really bad at, it’s being angry with Bokuto. So he spreads his arms with certain gentleness reserved for Bokuto only, and mumbles, voice still hoarse with sleep, “Come here, tell me what’s wrong.”

Bokuto doesn’t wait to be invited twice, he stumbles the short distance between them and melts into Akaashi, his arms coming around to pull him closer. The hug seems to calm him further and his shoulders slouch in the comfort.

“I messed up,” he mumbles in the crook of Akaashi’s neck, “promise me you won’t get mad.”

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