this might not be so bad after all

im gonna take a break from tumblr for a while after getting all those asks basically describing the symptoms of npd i display and saying it makes me scary and bad so i’m gonna take a break bc it made me rly upset. i might queue sum pics for the next few days or just reblog a few here and there but if u need me u can contact me on twitter (3000yorkies) or dA (dog-san)

anonymous asked:

Oh honey don't think you're an idiot for feel sad and cry. Is perfect normal on this situations. But just like Tina you gonna get through it. You are griffindor after all, and don't forget that we always gonna be here when you need a shoulder to cry on. Please, don't feel bad for cry.

Thanks. I still feel a little awful about crying because…well, she’s not in any pain (at least, not from the cancer) so the doctors think it’s not aggressive at the moment…so that might be a good sign?

I don’t know, it’s just that there are some days where I can pretend this all isn’t happening, but it is…

ANYWAY, thank you for the lovely message <3 You’re too kind.

4 tips for getting ahead after falling behind

So ‘it’ happened. You got sick, you scheduled too much at once, you had a bad day (or week). We’ve all been there and it sucks. And now you’re behind and you’re feeling overwhelmed. These are just a few tips I have for getting back on track (and hopefully ahead) after falling behind.

  • If you are behind on homework it’s time to prioritize. You’re at a point where it might be worth it to let the tiny assignments that aren’t worth very much sit on the back burner until you’ve dealt with the important stuff. So what are your priorities?
    • Do you have work in a class that you’re doing really well in and you feel like you can set it aside and hand it in late, or you can afford to miss the assignment without screwing up your final grade? Great, set it aside and leave that stress for later.
    • Do you have work in a class you’re terrified of failing? Okay, focus in on that. If you don’t eliminate the chief point of stress first you’re going to find it very hard to focus on anything else.
  • Do you have exams coming up that you haven’t studied for? This is rough but you need to decide whether sleep or studying is better for you. There’s no wrong choice here; it’s different for everyone. I am a ‘needs sleep’ person but my roommate is a ‘stay up and get shit done’ person. If you know you can’t function without a decent amount of sleep then ixnay the idea of an all night all together.
    •  Now that you’ve figured that out it’s time to focus; what topics are you doing the worst in? Get started on figuring out what it is you don’t know. 
    • Also make sure to write down what you do know and keep looking over that constantly so you don’t lose the knowledge you already have. 
    • Now figure out what methods you actually have time for; if you’re in a crunch you may not have time for flashcards. I find that when it a crunch it’s helpful to essentially begin compiling a cheat sheet.
    • Write down everything you could possibly need for the exam as though you were going to be able to take it into the exam. Make it clear! Make it easy to glance at! Don’t waist time on making it look pretty!
    • As you go through creating the sheet make sure that you would know what kind of problem or topic that the concept/formula would go with and how you would use it to solve a problem.
    • The above means that you aren’t just copying over formulas, dates, quotes, etc.; You are committing the CONTEXT to your memory and if need be to your sheet.
  •  Is the problem reading? Heaven knows that’s been mine this week! First thing first: READ for the NEXT class. Don’t start with what you should’ve read last week; playing catch up is stressful and means that you may do a ton of work and still not be prepared for the next class.
    •  If you come across parts that don’t make sense because you haven’t read the earlier stuff skip back and skim those bits. 
    • Once you’ve read for the next class you can decide what the best option is for continuing. 
    • Either start at the back end of what you’re behind on or work your way backwards.
  • Is it an essay? Is it more than one? Okie doke. Break those kiddos down into the sections you think you need; intro, para 1, para 2, etc, conclusion. 
    • Alright, now give those sections titles and maybe like a brief summary. 
    • Okay now you’re ready; pick one section from one of your papers to start on. It doesn’t have to be the intro you just need to get started. I like to start with ones that require a bit of research on my part so that I can really get the ball rolling and start collecting articles. 
    • Then you should either set a timer for about thirty minutes and switch off every time the timer goes off, or (my preferred method) write until you finish the section before deciding which one to work on next. 
    • The real key is making sure that you change sections when you find yourself losing steam even if it’s in the middle of a sentence. Sometimes I start a sentence and then forget where I was going with it and it throws off the whole game so by changing sections you allow yourself to refresh and come back with new eyes.

That’s what I’ve got for now, I hope that some of this helps. I also want to remind you that you are not a bad person for getting behind whatever the reason was. Sometimes it happens even when you’re paying attention so try not to worry too much about it! If you find yourself getting overwhelmed and way too stressed out remember to let yourself breath and walk away for a few minutes. I wish you the best of luck and my ask/messenger is always open if you need anything.

“It was much better to imagine men in some smokey room somewhere, made mad and cynical by privilege and power, plotting over brandy. You had to cling to this sort of image, because if you didn’t then you might have to face the fact that bad things happened because ordinary people, the kind who brushed the dog and told the children bed time stories, were capable of then going out and doing horrible things to other ordinary people. It was so much easier to blame it on Them. It was bleakly depressing to think that They were Us. If it was Them, then nothing was anyone’s fault. If it was Us, then what did that make Me? After all, I’m one of Us. I must be. I’ve certainly never thought of myself as one of Them. No one ever thinks of themselves as one of Them. We’re always one of Us. It’s Them that do the bad things.” - Terry Pratchett, Jingo

The Problem with BBC Sherlock – of Terrible Themes, Abuse, and Tragic Gays

Here’s my first essay on my thoughts on S4.

I’ve been digesting the shock and sense of “wrongness” after THE FINAL PROBLEM, and I’ve come up with some ideas on why it bothers me so deeply. It has to do with themes. Every good story has a theme. It might be “love conquers all” or “the bad guys always lose” or “truth always comes out”. The themes of the show after S4 are truly repellent.

1.       The THEMES after S4:

a.       No matter what you do or sacrifice, it’s never good enough and you won’t win your heart’s desire in the end.

b.      It’s okay to abuse to your loved ones, it’s completely forgiveable, and, in fact, the most abusive people win.

c.       Lying and killing people is okay and you can still be a good person.


2.       SHERLOCK sacrifices himself over and over for very little reward and a lot of abuse.

a.       First, Reichenbach Falls. He jumps in order to save John, Lestrade, and Mrs. Hudson from snipers.  He goes off to dismantle Moriarty’s network, in part to keep them safe. Yes, he hurts John terribly. And yes, it was a mistake. But ultimately, Sherlock still did it for his friends. This is never explicitly discussed or acknowledged in the show between John and Sherlock after Sherlock returns. John never learns what Sherlock went through or says thank you. In fact, the “bomb” scene in S3.E1, Sherlock tricks John into forgiving him only to make a joke out of the whole thing. This is too serious a situation to joke about, yet a real resolution of this conflict is never shown. By S4.E2, it’s clear John still harbors anger over it. Never resolved.

b.      Sherlock plans John’s wedding and is his best man. If you read that Sherlock is gay and in unrequited love with John, this is a tremendous self-sacrifice. Even if you don’t, it’s still a sacrifice—Sherlock is not a party type. He hates social gatherings. Yet he does this for John. John never appears grateful. At the end of the wedding, we have Sherlock walking away alone and (probably) heartbroken.

c.       Sherlock is shot by Mary—and then forgives her, for John. This is almost incomprehensible, but nevertheless,  Sherlock catches John’s wife, Mary, in a lie, offers to help her, and she shoots him in the chest. He dies on the operating table. He comes back through superhuman effort. Mary threatens him again, twice. Yet he forgives her and tries to patch things up between her and John. Why? Because that’s what self-sacrificing friends do? Is this Stockholm Syndrome? Self-loathing? Never explained.

d.      Sherlock kills Magnussen to protect Mary. This was basically an act of suicide. But he did it – for his friends. Neither John nor Mary ever acknowledge this. In fact, in S4.E2, John tells Greg they should have known Sherlock was psycho because “he shot a man in the face” (yes, John, to save you. asshole)

e.      Sherlock again tries to help Mary when her past comes after her (S4.E1), and in the end, Mary throws herself in front of a bullet for him. Ok. Weird but OK. Afterwards, John blames Sherlock for it and casts Sherlock out of his life in a hateful way (again, breaking Sherlock’s heart when Sherlock did nothing wrong).

f.        Sherlock goes back on drugs and nearly dies confronting serial killer Culverton in S4.E2. At the end we find out it was all done to “save John Watson” from his grief. So once again, Sherlock nearly dies for John. And during E2 John treats Sherlock horribly, even going so far as to beat and kick him in a brutal attack.

g.       S4.E3 – Sherlock  battles with Euros to save John. There’s really no appreciation or recognition of this in the end.

SO – what does Sherlock ever get for his repeated sacrifice and pain? For getting shot, tortured, and beaten? For having his heart ripped out and watching the man he loves choose someone else?  He gets a John Watson who seems oblivious to what Sherlock does for him, is in love with his wife and cheating with another woman, is furious with Sherlock and treats him like shit after his assassin wife dies, and beats Sherlock. John finally does come back to Sherlock, but only in the capacity of a friend. More on this below.

3.       MARY – the lying assassin gets all the rewards and a Mary Sue make-over

a.       She pretends to be a nurse at a clinic, befriends John Watson at his lowest point after Sherlock’s death, and he marries her.  Given what he know about her past, surely she didn’t’ just coincidentally end up in John Watson’s path, yet it’s never explained by what deceit and plotting she found him.

b.      She has a secret past as a freelance assassin. Though it’s played up that her past was “very naughty” (Magnussen S3.E3), later in the show she’s whitewashed as being part of a mercenary team that did things like extract hostages. She lied to John about who she was and used a fake name.

c.       She shoots and murders Sherlock – and gets away with it completely. Both John and Sherlock  forgive her! She faces no prosecution and no penalty even from Mycroft or Lestrade, two of Sherlock’s protectes. This is never explained. She never even  says “I’m sorry” or justifies the shooting, not until long after she’s been forgiven and everything’s been swell for her.

d.      Sherlock remains “bffs” with her after this, calling her “his family” and trying to help her when her past comes back to haunt her.

e.      Even in her best moments, she’s manipulative and selfish. For example, she insults John’s value to Sherlock and refuses to let her husband have any say in naming the baby. In fact, she names the baby after herself and announces the name to a room full of friends without discussing it with her husband first. There are a lot of instances like this.

f.        She has an extremely implausible redemption arc when she throws herself into a bullet for Sherlock. Not only does it defy all logic and physics, it’s just dumb and corny.

g.       John is grief stricken for a whole episode. Mary constantly appears as a sort of “Yoda” ghost, uttering words of wisdom and continuing to be whitewashed as some sort of wise woman who retains the role of arbitrator over John and Sherlock’s relationship, as if it’s up to her to validate it. 

h.      SHE NEVER PAYS FOR HER ASSASSIN PAST, LYING TO JOHN, OR KILLING SHERLOCK. The audience is expected to continue to welcome the cloying presence of this killer. And so much about her remains unexplained.


a.       Despite the promising claims that “he’s smarter than he looks” in TAB, John Watson in S4 continues to be clueless. He keeps refusing to see how good Sherlock is and how much Sherlock is trying to help him and Mary. 

b.      John’s wife shoots Sherlock in S3 and John forgives her? How is this possible for a “strong moral principle” man who shot a stranger to save Sherlock in S1.E1? Who punched a police chief who insulted Sherlock in S2.E3?  He’s a doctor, he knew Sherlock’s wound from Mary was basically fatal! On top of this, we have a man who goes to a therapist for “trust issues” who forgives his wife for lying to him from day 1, and he’s okay with not ever knowing her real name? Honestly?

c.       John is bored but seems complacent in his marriage to Mary in S4.E1. But it’s not clear. Does he not notice the way she manipulates him, such as with the baby’s name?  He certainly seems grief-stricken after her death. If he’s really not happy in his marriage, why not make that explicit? Or vice versa? He never says “I love you” to Mary and yet, there’s no reason to withhold it since he never ends up saying it to Sherlock either. It’s just super confusing what he feels for her or for Sherlock. Basically, he seems grief-stricken. Mostly.

d.      Trashcan John. The first time another woman flirts with him, he begins a sexting affair, despite having a wife and infant at home. This is John who is “unfailingly loyal?” If it would have been a plot point, such as him being miserable with Mary, it would have been more justified. But he did it and then he’s also grief-stricken when Mary dies. Inconsistent.

e.      After Mary dies, John treats Sherlock abysmally, shuts him out, insults him, calls him a monster, accuses him of tricks, etc. to the point of physically beating Sherlock when Sherlock is drugged up and ill. This is the man who has repeatedly sacrificed himself for John. And Sherlock did nothing to deserve this abuse since he was not responsible for Mary’s death.

f.        In S4. E3, The Final Problem, John is used as more of a set piece than anything real. He helps solve the “puzzles” at the fortress, but on an emotional level there doesn’t seem to be much there.

g.       A real arc for this story would be that John finally sees/ acknowledges all that Sherlock had done for him, and/or sacrifices himself in return (like a 3 Garridebs moment). But this never happens. There is no satisfying resolution to this relationship plotline. Yes, at the end of S4.E2 John and Sherlock finally talk, John seems to forgive Sherlock, and there’s a hug. But that’s pretty minor stuff compared to all that Sherlock has done for John and feels for John and all John and Mary did to hurt Sherlock. 

h.      Even though John is technically “back at Baker Street” at the end of S4, it’s only in the capacity of a friend. In addition, John basically “defaults back” to Sherlock because he no longer has Mary.  There is no moment where John has to actively “choose” Sherlock, over Mary or even at all. THIS IS LAZY WRITING, NOT A SATISFYING RESOLUTION.


a.       This is one of the biggest crimes of the show. What we get in the end of S4 is a gay Sherlock in unrequited (desperately unspoken) love with John, a love that will seemingly never be returned. Is this 1998? Why do we have a tragic anti-gay ending like this in 2017?? It’s nearly as bad as just killing off all the gays. (Or making them all villains, which the show has also done – Irene, Moriarty, Magnussen in the hospital, and Euros).

b.      It could be argued that Sherlock is not gay, that he’s asexual, or even in love with Irene. Yet the show planted many, many clues that Sherlock is gay and in love with John.

                                                               i.      In ASiB, Sherlock repeatedly ignores or pushes off Irenes heavy advances. When he ‘wakes up’ at one point when she’s sitting across from him, his first words are “Where’s John?”

                                                             ii.      Janine says several times “I know what kind of man you are”. Even in “faking” a relationship with her, Sherlock never had sex with her (he jokes “I was waiting until we were married.”)

                                                            iii.      Sherlock’s horribly pained look at John after the wedding , and then he leaves the wedding early.

                                                           iv.      TAB, in which Sherlock confronts very gay-acting mind-palace Moriarty, facing his own homosexuality.

                                                             v.      See Sherlock’s many sacrifices for John. If that isn’t love, nothing is.

                                                           vi.      Sherlock spirals into despair and drugs whenever John abandons him.

                                                          vii.      Mary says on the DVD in S4.E2 that John is “the man we both love”.

                                                        viii.      Many, many other instances.  

c.       John is ambiguously bisexual earlier in the show then becomes strictly hetero. He flirts with Sherlock in ASiP, is horribly jealous of Irene and Janine in ASiB and HLV. Irene, whose specialty is “knowing what people like” tells John he and Sherlock are a couple. John has an implied intimate relationship with his former male commander, Sholto. In a deleted scene, he flirts with a soldier at Baskerville. There’s some drunken knee-groping during the bachelor party in TSoS. However, during all of S4, any sign of this flirty and possibly-bi John has been removed and his heterosexuality is “doubled down”. Why? To avoid any hint that he might get together with Sherlock at the end? 

d.      Sherlock never even admits outloud that he’s gay, not even obliquely. Why? Is it something to be ashamed about? Do we not deserve a gay hero? If they really intended to leave it open-ended what Sherlock was, why did they plant so much of the above evidence that he was gay? If he is gay, why not have him admit it!

 e. This all amounts to a huge queerbaiting exercise, given how many subtextural and textural clues we were given in S1-S3 that this was ulimately a romance. 

These are my thoughts on the story so far. I’ll try to update this with some pics later.


Imagine the morning after Alec and Magnus had their first date. Alec stayed the night, even though he believed that it might be a bad idea. It is too early after all to stay a whole night at Magnus’. It all goes too fast. But he can’t help himself. So they are lying in bed. Magnus is still sleeping peacefully. He is lying on his stomach, half of his head buried in a pile of pillows, face towards Alec. Alec is wide awake. His head resting on his hand while he simply stares dreamily at Magnus. Magnus doesn’t wear any make-up and he is snoring a little. Alec smiles. A tiny smile at first. But it gets broader, he just can’t stop it. He can’t believe that he is in Magnus’ loft, lying next to Magnus, the most beautiful man he ever layed eyes on. Alec knows that he must look like a fool but he doesn’t care at all. He lifts his right hand and brushes through Magnus’ thick black hair. He is surprised how soft it is when it is not spiked up. Alec’s fingertips are wandering carefully along Magnus’ jawline, he doesn’t want to wake Magnus up. His thumb brushes over Magnus’ cheek. Magnus still doesn’t wake up under Alec’s gentle touches. And Alec? He is just smiling while the sun comes up and the first ray of light lightens up the bedroom. He closes his eyes for a second, his hand lingering over Magnus’ cheek. When he opens his eyes again, he notices that Magnus is awake. He looks bleary and it is so adorable that Alec has a lump in his throat. But the thing that shocks him the most are Magnus’ eyes. His cat eyes are showing and they are so beautiful that they instantly take Alec’s breath away. He swallows. It takes Magnus a bit to understand what is happening. He wants to turn away from Alec, ashamed. He needs to glamour his eyes again since it looks like they shocked Alec so much. He just hopes he is not that much disgusted by them. Or him. Alec grabs Magnus’ shoulder, silenty shaking his head. Magnus furrows his brows. Until Alec leans towards him, cupping Magnus’ face with both hands. Magnus closes his eyes, he can’t look at Alec any longer. It’s too much. He silently curses himself that he forgot about his warlock mark. But Alec just doesn’t care at all. He presses a featherlight kiss on Magnus’ left eyelid. He hears how Magnus inhales sharply. Then he kisses the right eyelid. It’s so soft and tender, Magnus feels like crying. It takes all of him to fight against the tears building behind his lids. When Alec presses another soft kiss against his forehead, Magnus opens his eyes. “Don’t hide your true self from me, Magnus. Ever. You’re beautiful. All of you.” And that is the moment when Magnus Bane falls even more in love with Alexander Gideon Lightwood. Not that Magnus will tell him about his feelings yet. It’s too early. Magnus knows that. But one day soon…

It was because he wanted there to be conspirators. It was much easier to imagine men in some smoky room somewhere, made mad and cynical by privilege and power, plotting over the brandy. You had to cling to this sort of image, because if you didn’t then you might have to face the fact that bad things happened because ordinary people, the kind who brushed the dog and told their children bedtime stories, were capable of then going out and doing horrible things to other ordinary people. It was so much easier to blame it on Them. It was bleakly depressing to think that They were Us. If it was Them, then nothing was anyone’s fault. If it was Us, what did that make Me? After all, I’m one of Us. I must be. I’ve certainly never thought of myself as one of Them. No one ever thinks of themselves as one of Them. We’re always one of Us. It’s Them that do the bad things.

– They are Us | Terry Pratchett, Jingo


Word Count: 1426

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language, Torture, PTSD sorta, some graphic descriptions of injuries, angst

A/N: Written for @iwantthedean ‘s quickie challenge. Write at least a 1000 word story with no dialogue. It ain’t easy. I based it off of this GIF blurb I wrote. You may wanna read that first. It kinda follows directly off of it. 

Also this is entirely unedited. I might edit it later so any major fuckups…my bad. 

I’d never forget the night I found Y/N and brought her back. After I convinced her that I was me by telling her the first time she told me she loved me she was talking in her sleep, she broke. She wouldn’t stop crying all the way back to the bunker. I couldn’t blame her. The British Men of Letters held her captive for two months. There was no telling what those bastards could have done to her in that time. I did know one thing. They’d never hurt her again.

I held her close while she cried and tossed Sam the keys, pulling her out to the Impala. I got her in, careful to avoid any injuries. I hadn’t been able to really look at her yet. They definitely hadn’t fed her well. I could feel her bones as I ran my hand along her back.

As soon as Sam pulled into the garage I lifted her out of the car and got her into the bathroom. I peeled her clothes off, letting her know what I was doing every step of the way. As soon as I got a look at her back I had to stop. There were whip marks, old and new, all across her back. Damn near every inch of skin was slashed. She stepped out of her jeans and I looked up her legs, seeing the backs of her thighs slashed. I turned her to face me. They spared the front of her, save for bruises, burns, cuts, and stabs.

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Sugar? Yes, Please (M)

Summary: SugarDaddy!Yoongi AU. You’re a college student with an aspiration for journalism, but the traumatic experience of being broke and lonely gives you an opportunity to try out something new: become a Sugar Baby.
Genre: Smut 
Words: 8,216
Warnings: Daddy kink, age difference
A/N: This was originally supposed to be separated into two parts, but I figured just screw it; we’re all thirsty for Yoongi, so I’ll keep it all in one. Please enjoy this monster of a fic because it took me literal days and I am so done with myself.

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Especially regarding pallanophs, because I sense I have (somehow) confused some people, especially newcomers. So before I forget, I thought I’d elaborate/clarify some things.

Pallanophs are not: Anthropomorphic. Were-creatures. Anything that falls under “furry.” These terms would imply that pallanophs are half-human or human-like renditions of existing animals, which they are not. They’re independent of earth mammals, though bear superficial resemblances to them. Felines, primates (baboons), bears, hyenas, and equines were my primary sources of inspiration when I designed them. They live on an alternate universe Earth, after all, so it’s not that big of a stretch.

Also for the record, I’m not someone who identifies as a furry, and I’ll be honest, tagging pallanophs/etc. as such is inaccurate and as a result, a bit bothersome to me. I know this is probably not a popular statement, so if you wish to unfollow me, feel free to do so.

Thanks for your time and understanding.

Vittsjö - Daveed Diggs x Reader

Summary: The reader wants some help from her boyfriend Daveed to build the IKEA set she just bought. Bad idea?

Warnings: None that I know of, other than “Daveed Diggs is a legitimate angel who graced us with his glorious smile and presence you might need to sit down and have a cry after considering this”. 

Word Count: 1,098

A/N: This is a little warm up to start preparing for my Lin + Pride and Prejudice AU. Thank you so much to @digging-daveed for putting up with my endless ideas and being annoying. This one’s for you. 

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“If you don’t come and help me with this, I’m breaking all the pieces in half and wasting the eighty dollars you spent.”

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Everyone please remember to watch Samurai Jack tonight at 11pm! We need Cartoon Network to see Jack’s fans still support his final journey after all these years! Jack, and even Aku, are finally getting the conclusion they deserve and Cartoon Network must know our hearts haven’t left their raging battle.

Of course I’m also sad One Piece will be leaving the block. I never watched it much outside of Toonami, but I’m glad for what we did get. I didn’t care it was a long runner, honestly. So we still have to welcome in Tokyo Ghoul best we can! Some parts are good, some might be bad, but it’s a show needing support.

Flower Girl and Star Boy

pairing: john laurens x reader!

word count: 2880

warnings: bad fluff, there might be a swear or two in there somewhere idk

summary: john laurens moves into the house next to your uncles and you grow up together, getting to know each other every sunday after church. he loves drawing, stars, and his turtle, Washington. you couldn’t help but become enamored with this boy; you just hope he feels the same way about you…

a/n: basically this was an idea that came to me after seeing all that wonderful fanart of John bein made of stars!!! i also hc john as a serious #artist for whatever reason, so that’s where that part of this came in. i hope this okay, it’s not really hamilton-related but it has ya boy in it!this is also probably bad, sorry - also sorry if something like this has been done before…

After church every Sunday, your family went to your uncle’s estate, where you then stayed until after it got dark to spend time with the relatives you wouldn’t see often otherwise. You didn’t really like it there – you felt so small and insignificant in a house full of adults and your older, taller siblings. But there was one thing you liked about it – in the backyard of your uncle’s house, there was a field of flowers of all different kinds, sprouting up from the soil. Every Sunday after dinner, before you left to go home, you would go into the back and admire the flora stretching out in front of you, a sea of scattered pastels and greens and whites.

Except one day, it was different.

The house to the right of your uncle’s had been on sale for as long as you could remember, which was surprising, because you didn’t understand how anyone could pass up this view. For whatever reason, no one was biting. However, you noticed two months ago that it had finally been bought, by a family your uncle said was ‘nice.’ You hadn’t seen anyone from the family yet, adults or otherwise, but on this early evening day in late May, there was a young boy, sitting in a lawn chair, sketchbook in his hand and a straw hat resting atop a mountain of curls. He looked around your age. Stepping tentatively through the grass, not to disturb any flowers, you walked over to him.

“Hi,” you said softly. “Are you one of the kids who just moved in here?”

The boy looked up at you, and the first thing you noticed was that he had the most beautiful collection of freckles spread across his rosy cheeks and nose. “Yeah,” he answered. “I’m John Laurens.”

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It was much better to imagine men in some smokey room somewhere, made mad and cynical by privilege and power, plotting over brandy. You had to cling to this sort of image, because if you didn’t then you might have to face the fact that bad things happened because ordinary people, the kind who brushed the dog and told the children bed time stories, were capable of then going out and doing horrible things to other ordinary people. It was so much easier to blame it on Them. It was bleakly depressing to think that They were Us. If it was Them, then nothing was anyone’s fault. If it was Us, then what did that make Me? After all, I’m one of Us. I must be. I’ve certainly never thought of myself as one of Them. No one ever thinks of themselves as one of Them. We’re always one of Us. It’s Them that do the bad things.
—  Terry Pratchett, Jingo
Boku No Hero Academia as according to my 51-year-old father

Favorite Character? all might  

Least Favorite Character? midoriya  

Coolest Power? ice and heat dude

Favorite Overall Aspect? the american hero in the japanese show

Least Favorite Aspect? too many students, hard to keep track of all of them

Pros Of The Series? excellent action

Cons Of The Series? sometimes hard to follow all the characters

Overall Rating? 9/10

Describe The Characters:

All Might (One For All): excellent cross between hulk hogan and thor

Izuku Midoriya (One For All): never has someone wept so much over so little

Katsuki Bakugo (Explosion): tries too hard to be a jerk, secretly likes kittens

Ochaco Uraraka (Anti-Gravity): very brave kid that can be trusted

Tenya Iida (Rocket Legs): a good leader, will be even better after a few drinks too relax

Shoto Todoroki (Ice and Heat): bad ass, could rule the world with that power

Tsuyu Asui (Frog): a bit of an odd sort but seems nice

Denki Kaminari (electric): closest thing to Pikachu, so has to be cool

Eijiro Kirishima (Iron Arms): very tough

Shota Aizawa (Quirk Cancellation): brave while being in a bad mood, very impressive

Present Mic (Voice): could be annoying

Tomura Shigaraki (Stone Touch): excellent power, like to see more

Nomu (Anti-All Might): just another goon to beat up

you know what i completely headcanon that supergirl and lilo and stitch exist in the same universe cobra bubbles used to be the director of the DEO before hank henshaw also i would just like to bring to your attention the idea of lilo and kara being old college roommates ‘nani i’m telling you my roommate’s an alien’ kara would get along so well with lilo because kara doesnt have all these preconceived notions about how earth should be and she’d be willing to hear out all of lilo’s ideas and theories because well stranger things have happened and just after kara meets stitch and they have arm wrestling contests and stitch can handle a lot more punishment than a human and while she still keeps herself in check like it’s not if i’m distracted i might kill you but more like oh no i gave you a bad bruise sorry stitch it’ll heal in a day kind of thing and on just nani and alex bonding about sisters who they’re supposed to take care of that keep getting into difficult situations goddammit sTAY SAFE DON’T DO THAT NO and jumba fangirling hwen he meets kara because jumba is a scientist of course he knows about the house of el and stitch giving kara the book about ugly duckling and saying he doesnt need it anymore, but maybe she does, if she wants it, he doesn’t need it any more but if she wants, maybe they can be her ohana

so guess what happened today at the cheese shop

i sold cheese to the Head Homophobe™ in the country. he’s the leader of the “foundation for the protection of family and tradition” here in estonia that sends out leaflets about how bad gays are and lobbies against any and all laws to give gay ppl rights that the parliament might try to pass

regular customers have to register their ID card to get their discount, so i saw his name in the system. i recognized it but didnt remember exactly so i looked it up after and sure enough, mr i hate gay people himself!! 

i touched his cheese with my gay hands!! he eatin gay cheese tonight!!!!!

Cinnabun Fluff™

Pairing: OC [which is also a real person??] x Newton Artemis Fido Scamander; + if you disregard some aspects, it’s like reading a reader insert;

A/N: Jfc, this thing got me Screaming Myself™ while writing it, editing it and right now while posting it. So, enjoy! It’s really, really, really fluffy!

Shameless self-promo: @stormsjpeg, @actualhufflepuff (this is For You™), @andreasunny @smolbeanchild15, @onesimariltorulethemall, @sarcastiel-assbutt

Warnings: fluff!!!;

“Robyn! Here!” Newt’s hushed voice swiftly passes your ears.

“What is it? D’you see it?” You ask, crouching down on the autumn leaves at his signal. He motions you to be silent as he walks a few steps ahead, taking his wand out.

You take yours out, too, just in case the creature you’re hunting might have had some mischievous plans. It is a Niffler, after all. One that barely escaped from some Goblins’ bad nurturing; the two of you were able to track every poor creature you were able to break out. This little beast was the only one you had yet to capture.

Newt approaches the little thing, allowing you some glimpses at the it; the Niffler is determinedly digging, presumably looking for anything shiny or remotely valuable. Just as its claws start scratching at something metallic, the wizard you had grown so fond of fires a quick summoning Charm, successfully bringing the small creature in his caring arms.

Before Newt would get the chance to cast another spell and immobilize the scared creature, the Niffler bit the hand that carried Newt’s wand. The sorcerer then dropped it on the colourful forest floor and you act out of pure instinct, charming the agitated Niffler into a bewitched sleep before he could cause any more harm.

“Blast!” Newt curses through gritted teeth as he tries to cradle his injured arm. You hurry by your partner’s side and take the unconscious little beast from his hands. Safely tucking the creature away, you go to inspect the damage inflicted upon Newt’s hand.

“Here, let me see.” You softly encourage him. Hesitantly, he allows you a look at the bite; your eyes widen as your gaze falls upon the injury. Although it could have been much worse, it is no easy feat, either. As the saying goes, corner a Niffler and it will turn and bite.

You quickly glimpse in your pouch, thinking the remedy up and checking for the necessary ingredients. You chew on your lower lip as you realize you’re missing one of the necessities: Dittany. And it’s in the case; of course it’s in the suitcase. You sigh in frustration, turning your eyes to meet Newt’s.

“I’m sorry, love, but we’ll have to go to the suitcase; I don’t have what we need on me.” Upon hearing this, Newt fixes his expression on an understanding and accepting one, nodding in acknowledgement.

“Yes, it’s quite alright. We’d better get going, then.” He smiles, trying to appear unaffected.

“I can numb it, though.” You mutter, tucking some loose strands of milk chocolate hair behind your ears. You focus on the afflicted area of his hand, shooting a charm and hopefully numbing the pain a little.

“Is that any better?” You ask, you gaze flicking up to meet his.

“It’s always better when you’re around.” He says, his eyebrows rising before offering you one of his trademark adorable smiles where he crinkles his eyes and his orbs fill with love; the kind of smiles he only offers you.

You sigh in pretend exasperation, your cheeks immediately heating up at his compliment; despite being in a relationship for quite some years and knowing each other since back in your Hogwarts days (once mates in Hufflepuff, mates forever), the both of you were still reduced to blushing messes whenever it came to these things.

“Alright, let’s head back.” You motion. He offers you his uninjured hand and you take it, a tiny, complacent smile finding its way on your cheeks. You walk the mile or so until you reach your camp, spending the trip in a comfortable silence and enjoying the occasional sounds nature provides.

“Come on, now.” You egg him on, motioning him to follow you into the suitcase. You open it up and glance inside before turning and climbing down the steps. Mid descent, though, memories of casting the Undetectable Extension Charm flood your mind. You tenderly smile as you remember that evening back in England, when you tried casting charms in pair. Your success was incredible; you had managed to get quite the space out of a mere suitcase interior.

Reaching the bottom of the ladder, you look up to your descending companion, unable to stop yourself from admiring his figure from behind; it can also be noted that his choice of clothing –the coat, specifically- could only compliment his handsome physique.

You could accept a lot of statements and understand several points of view. What you won’t ever stand by, though, is the mere idea of Newton Scamander not knowing how to dress.

Alas, as his feet touch the floor, you head to the healing table, your trained hands looking for the plant you require. You find it in a matter of seconds and you take a tiny vial of Dittany essence from the small box the plant itself was placed in.

You take the vial, instructing Newt to place his wounded hand on the nearest table. Carefully levitating it toward the injury, you approach your beau cautiously, focusing on not spilling the rare potion. You tilt it, using your wand as guidance.

You allow the tiniest of drops to fall on his bite and the wound closes right under your eyes. Your green orbs shine with excitement as you put the vial back in its place. Turning back, you pluck some leaves from a few choice plants and crush them in between your palms. Applying the roughhewn ointment on the area the wound used to be, you look up into Newt’s warm, blue eyes.

“You’re dishy when you’re focused on something, did I ever tell you that?” He asks, tentatively clenching and unclenching his formerly injured hand.

“Only about a million times.” You smile at your dashing partner, placing a loving hand on the side of his cheek and tugging him in for a peck. You smile into the kiss as he endearingly raises a hand to caress the side of your face, tracing your cheekbone with his thumb.

You pull away for a second and peck him again, only to break back apart and go to ascend the stairs and exit the suitcase. You practically feel his inquiring gaze as he stares at you, completely clueless.

“Have you lost your marbles, Robyn, dear?” Newt chuckles; you can hear him turning his upper body to watch you.

“Have you?” You tease, sticking your head out. You Accio the unconscious Niffler, cradle him in your hands and take him to Newt.

“I thought you knew your onions on creatures, love.” You say, handing the sleeping form of the little beast to the Magical Creatures Master, himself.

“Bloody bonkers. I all but forgot about this little guy.” He curses. “Don’t you worry, little thing. Mummy’s here.” He coos, cradling the animal close to his chest.

“Newt.” You roll your eyes. His orbs snap to yours, an unspoken question lingering between the two of you. “We talked about this; I’m not going to have the creatures running around thinking of me as Daddy, for Christ’s sake.” He only grins in reply.

Then, the two of you go to care for and feed the rest of the beasts, ensuring that the tiny newcomer will be welcomed with open arms.

Later that evening, after the both of you finish your chores and you help him on a few potions-theory passages for his book, you’re just preparing to head in for the night. Even though you could be sleeping in the suitcase, the two of you prefer the outside, under the cover of the starry night sky.

You’re brushing your hair in the bathroom, thinking Newt should already be upstairs; when the door opens, though, you know you were wrong. And when you feel his arms enveloping you in a warm hug, you know you’re really glad you were wrong.

“It was a long day, today.” He states, gently kissing your neck.

“It was a nice day. We helped those Nifflers.” You caress his cheek, seeing him closing his eyes in the mirror, a sign he was enjoying your actions. You smile, linking your fingers with his, the hairbrush forgotten somewhere on the plain vanity.

“I couldn’t thank you enough for coming with me, liefie.” He gently speaks, the word in your native language rolling nonchalantly off his tongue, making you weak in the knees.

“Of course I came.” You softly speak. “After all, you couldn’t be running after these beasts all by yourself. And who, if not the Hufflepuff Keeper herself, would have made a suitable companion?” You tease, in a peculiarly flirty mood.

“Can’t think of anyone more appropriate.” He smiles, his heart swelling with love as he turns you around and gently grasps your waist. His eyes flick in between your eyes and your lips as he leans down, brushing his lips against yours. Your feet falter and you find yourself in the need to lean on the vanity as Newt’s kiss takes you through undiscovered heights.

Your hands are lost in his hair as one of his own is keeping the gentle grip on your waist- the other is found tenderly cupping your cheek.

The two of you break apart, only inches; eyes still closed as Newt brushes his thumb over your lips. You tug him closer and your foreheads touch in an intimate display of the beautiful love you share.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He whispers against your lips. You giggle, biting your lip as you understand what he so desires to say, but is too afraid to convey.

“I love you, too.” You speak, moving your hands to caress the sides of his face. He breathes a relieved laugh as he tugs you in for another kiss, forgetting about all the current problems the Wizarding World is facing.

Tonight, none of that matters.

A/N: Jfc that was all; I hope you enjoyed!!! Remember that requests are open for our fluff ball and I love you all and thank you so much for reading!!

Before I start on this rant, I just want to say that I don’t mean to point fingers and throw out accusations. But, in the past couple of days, with the Karamel shippers creating a block list with 2000+ URLs, it’s really hard not to assume that this is a karamel’s doing. Especially, considering I’ve only gotten hate messages once before, several months ago, and this only just happened now after all the shipping drama. So I just need to ask: 

How the fuck can you sink this damn low? Do you really not have a conscience? Did your parents fail to raise you with some basic goddamn decency? You’re a transphobic piece of shit, and you deserve everything bad thrown your way. 

Luckily, it was me you sent these asks to, and not someone else who might be more vulnerable and bothered by these types of asks, who might take it a lot worse. Me? I’m pissed off. I’m disgusted. I’m even more repelled by this fandom now than I’ve ever been. 

If you have a problem with me, at least have the guts to say it to my face. Instead, you’re the biggest fucking coward out there, and you logged out of tumblr, went on my blog and sent those asks to me, anonymously, in a way I can never find out who the fuck you are.

(the asks are underneath the cut, as they might be triggering for trans individuals)

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