this one was really hard for all kinds of reasons

Deep Ass Starters.
  • Sometimes it's hard to get in depth with your muse and their backstory, because you can't figure out how to bring those things up with others. Here are a couple of starters intended to make things a little more personal!
  • "What's holding you back?"
  • "I'm not comfortable with this conversation."
  • "Will you /ever/ be comfortable with this conversation?"
  • "Let me in sometime!"
  • "It's not that easy, you know."
  • "Help me understand."
  • "It's hard to connect with someone when all they do is push you away."
  • "Why are you always so cold?"
  • "Why are you always so happy?"
  • "Are you really happy now?"
  • "Who hurt you this badly to make you this way?!"
  • "What, did your ex mess you up that badly?!"
  • "Why do you keep fighting it any time you feel?"
  • "It's a problem, I get it."
  • "This is all kinds of messed up."
  • "That's not exactly a good coping method."
  • "So what happened, with your parents, really?"
  • "What was your childhood like?"
  • "Everyone has at lest a little bit of mommy/daddy issues. It's nothing to be ashamed of."
  • "My parents aren't exactly perfect models, either."
  • "You were bullied? What for?"
  • "Was it hard? Coming out, I mean."
  • "You can't just run away all the time."
  • "You can't just hide all the time."
  • "Are you still thinking about them?"
  • "I'm not the enemy here. But this makes me wonder who the real one is for you."
  • "Is the reason you're so cold and defensive because you feel threatened?"
  • "How long has it been since you last spoke to them?"
  • "You never talk about it, why?"
  • "How come you're so different around them?"
  • "It's like you don't have a care or worry in the world."
  • "You seem so perfect. I don't get it."
  • "What was your ex like?"
  • "I don't think I was ever good enough for them."
  • "Are you not comfortable being intimate?"
  • "Why don't you feel comfortable being intimate?"
  • "Letting someone see you that vulnerable, it's a scary thing."
  • "Are you scared of being hurt?"
  • "Have you ever been taken advantage of?"
  • "Why are you afraid of saying I love you?"
  • "I never understood how someone could say those words so easily."
  • "You're hurting others the way you've been hurt in the past, don't you think that's ironic?"
  • "You use people to make yourself feel better."
  • "I'm scared of being used again..."
  • "Losing someone isn't easy, but you're making it harder than it needs to be."
  • "How long has it been since you lost them?"
  • "You're too attached."
  • "I'm not attached, I'm just comfortable with what I'm familiar to."
  • "Maybe the real reason you're so controlling is because, deep down you'd rather have them in your grasp than lose them."
  • "Why did you ever break up?" / "Why did we ever break up?"

The idea of post-leftism kind of irks me for many reasons but the biggest one has to be when its explained on the grounds of “well revolutions are just too hard!” Like, there are people who consider themselves radicals but also view a social revolution in the US as practically impossible, largely because they have many false assumptions about what something like that in a major imperialist country might look like. This is why I believe “studying a 100 year old event” can be valuable; the lessons of October teach us that all we really need is radicalized mass action in a few of the largest cities (not Portland and Seattle) to achieve major success. Basically something the size of the Women’s Marches but disruptive and radical rather than polite and liberal, sustained over about a week.

Why Robert E.O. Speedwagon deserves your love

So today I found myself writing a fucking essay on Speedwagon. Please enjoy.

I feel like people never really- and I mean really- talk about just how strong Speedwagon’s connection to the Joestars is. And it all started because Jonathan Joestar didn’t kick him as hard as he could have.

I’ve always gotten the impression that Jonathan was one of the first people to show Speedwagon genuine kindness; it’s even more meaningful when you realize that Speedwagon initially stereotyped Jonathan as a dumb rich kid. But Jonathan not only held back against Speedwagon when they fought, he stated that his reason for doing so was because he understood that Speedwagon had a family who would mourn his death. Jonathan didn’t want to put them through the same sadness that he himself was going through. In an era where classism was at its highest, a nobleman acknowledged that a street crook had loved ones and had just as much a right to live as he did.

I think that just completely blew Speedwagon’s fucking mind.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Please can you do a little follow up to that last TFLN??? 😙

Omg could you do like a mini/quick follow up blurb to that last TFLN? Maybe when they meet? Just like an overview quickly doesn’t have to be too long/detailed! Please 😋😋😋

* CAN SOMEONE REMIND ME TO WRITE A BREAK-UP STORY, PLEASE? I’VE DECIDED ON INCLUDING ONE IN THE STORYLINE BASED ON THIS LITTLE BLURB. *

Even though they’d have broken up, they’d still be in contact with one another and they’d try and talk as much as they could without it getting too weird and awkward between them. He’d text her a hello and he’d ask how she was and what she’d been up too and she’d text him her congratulations on a good show and ask him how it is to perform in a huge stadium filled with fans and supporters. She’d still be really good friends with Gemma, and over the month of their break-up, she’d still be on good-ish terms with Harry, so when Gemma and Anne suggest a trip to Manchester to see one another and to attend a concert, she’d agree after being a little hesitant about it.

She’d stay at Anne’s house with Gemma, taking the last of the spare rooms, that would be located between Gemma’s and Harry’s old childhood bedrooms. Anne would be knowledgeable on the break-up but she’d still treat her like a special part to the family because, after two years, they’d created a really loving bond. The day of the show, when it’s One Direction’s first Manchester show, she’d be feeling really nervous and toying with her breakfast and feeling a little peachy at the mention of seeing them again. 

Entering the stadium, she’d follow his family towards the backstage area and, from the end of the corridor, she can hear Harry’s loud laugh and it’d warm her heart and make her feel all fuzzy inside. And, upon her entrance to the room, his eyes would widen and all he’d want to do is run towards her and hug her and squeeze her and just kiss her extremely passionately and forget all about the hardest month he’d had to endure.

“Hey,” he’d murmur, walking over hesitantly and smiling softly, “I didn’t know you were going to agree on taking that ticket. I sent an extra in case you did want too. I wasn’t expecting to see you.”

“Were still on good terms, Harry. I’m not going to miss out on an opportunity to see you in a huge stadium.”

“Can I, uhm, can I hug you? Or is that too-” 

But he’d be interrupted and let out an ‘ooph’ sound when she’d wrap her arms around his waist and hold him tightly, pushing herself into his chest. Resting her cheek against his chest as he’d wrap his arms around her shoulders and cosy her to his body.

“I’ve missed you so much.”

“This doesn’t mean anything, okay?”

“I know. I know.”

Throughout the show, the boys would see a huge change in the way he performs and he’d be a lot more cheery and jokey and laughing with everyone. Being more talkative and not taking as many trips backstage to calm himself down in the loo. Gemma would see a change in her appearance and she’d be smiling widely and catching eye contact with Harry and blushing profusely.

By the time the show ends, the atmosphere between Harry and the missus would disintegrate and it would be like old times. Except, no relationship would be pursued between the two of them. Until they both took the trip back to Anne’s house, where he’d be spending a couple of days before heading off to another city to perform in. They’d all separate into the own bedrooms; Harry in his childhood room, Gemma in hers and the missus in the spare room between the two. However, they’d be unable to sleep and join in the kitchen, where Harry’s making himself a cup of tea. Dressed in a pair of pyjama trousers and a baggy sweatshirt that made him look tiny and cosy.

“Can’t sleep?”

“I haven’t been able to sleep since the moment you left.”

“Harry…”

“No, listen to me, please. Please.”

“Make me a cuppa and we have a deal.”

“Deal.”

Once tea had been made and they’d found comfort on the living room sofa, they’d propel into a conversation that was very much needed. Talking about how the last month had treated them and how they regret everything that was said.

“What happened, on the night of that huge fight between us, it was so painful. I can’t believe what was being thrown away. By me, mostly. I broke your heart, made you leave and I haven’t forgiven myself since then. I go to sleep feeling guilty. I go to sleep picturing your heartbroken face. I go to sleep in an empty bed every single night and it’s like a constant reminder of what I did. I can still feel the tingle in my cheek from the slap you gave me, you know?”

“I’m sorry.”

“I needed it. I deserved it. Christ, I deserved it so much. Because it meant I had taken things too far. I got so many punches to my arm from Gemma and my mum scolded me and she looked so disappointed in me when I told them both and it really made me realise how special you were, to not only me, but to my family.”

“It’s kind of hard to think about. I feel so close to all of them.”

“And, it hurts knowing that I put a wedge between that bond. I feel awful.”

“It didn’t. It did make me feel awkward when I met with Gemma because I had no reason to see her. You aren’t my boyfriend anymore so I shouldn’t even be here, right now, staying in your childhood house with your mother and your sister.”

“You’re one of Gemma’s best friends, lo- (YN). Tells me that every time I see her. She loves her time with you and it makes me feel even worse knowing I would have ruined that friendship. As well as the bond with my mum.”

He’d take a sip from his tea before putting it down on the coffee table, reaching for your tea and sliding it from your hold, and placing it down beside his before he took your hands in his, “can we forget everything? Can we start again? I can’t take another day without you.”

“I don’t know, Harry.”

“Please? I,” he’d look down to his lap, biting his lip to hold back the tears, “I love you. I can’t bear this anymore. You said, when the time is right, we’d see one another again and we can continue from where we left off. You must feel something or else you wouldn’t have come to Manchester to see us. You can’t say that you came to stay friends.”

“And what if that is the case, Harry? What if I decided to come and agree to be friends? Would you want that?”

“No,” he’d admit, looking deeply into her eyes, “no, I wouldn’t want that. But, I’d happily wait for you.”

“I don’t want to be friends, Harry. I want you back. I came for a reason and,” you breathed out a sigh, “I think we should try again.”

A grin would lift up his cheeks, his dimples popping as he lunged forward and engulfed her into a tight hug, letting her sob happily into his neck. He’d pull away briefly and look at her before they’d close the gap and kiss one another hungrily and passionately, her figure sliding onto his lap as she straddled him and let her hands rake through his hair.

In the morning, Anne would pop into Harry’s bedroom to see if he wanted any breakfast or if he was heading off to the stadium again, but, she’d be stunned when he wasn’t in his bed. His folded clothes for the few days still sitting on the chair in the corner. The shower in the house untouched and the bathroom would be quiet and she’d be confused as to where he’d gone. Until she walked towards Gemma’s room and peeked through the gap to the missus’ temporary bedroom. His figure laid under the comforter, one foot hanging over the edge of the bed and his clothes and the missus’ strewn across the carpet, a smile on her lips.

“Why are you staring at (YN), mum?”

“Gem, look.”

Gemma would peek into the gap, her eyes widening in shock as she looked up, “do you think?”

“I think so, Gem. I think they may just be back together.”

“I can hear yeh. And yes we are back together,” Harry would murmur, looking up from the pillow, a smile on his face, “now, as much as I love you both, can you shove off, please? I’m enjoyin’ this morning.” xx

Jealous

Request: How about Levi getting really jealous over someone hotter than him flirting with his crush? Good luck on the blog!

A/N: Thank you! Sorry this one took so long! I’ve been sleeping off the flu for the past couple days and I’ll be posting the rest of the requests by tomorrow evening :)

————

After a long day of training the new recruits, you were exhausted. Sitting down to finally eat was a welcome reward and, thankfully, the common area was clear and quiet.

“Hey, long day?” A voice from the doorway startled you and you looked up to see it was Liam.

“You could say that.” You smiled as he sat down across from you.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. I just wanted to come and see how your day was going. It looked like you had a pretty rough go of it today.” Casually, he propped his elbows up on the table, crossing his arms as he leaned forward.

“It wasn’t unbearable. Though, it wasn’t pleasant either. I don’t know, these recruits just aren’t catching on as fast, I suppose. They’ll get there though. It’ll just take some longer days.” His gaze was gentle, but it intimidated you somehow. You glanced up from your food to catch his eyes and quickly reverted your eyes to your plate as you caught sight of his smile.

In your bout of shyness, you hadn’t noticed Levi enter. He took a step back, so that he remained out of sight and leaned against the doorway quietly.

“I don’t know how you remain so positive, given our circumstances. I mean, in this profession, you’re one in a million. Hell, you’re one in a million, period.” He sat up a bit, uncrossing his arms so that they laid out in front of you.

“Stop. You’re embarrassing me.” You couldn’t help but turn a deep shade of crimson as you shrunk away from him shyly.

“Why? It’s true. You’re, forgive the cheesiness, but you’re literally like a ray of sunshine. It’s so gloomy around here, but you’re always cheery and encouraging. Even after days like today. I admire that. You’re somethin’, (Y/N).” The back of his hand brushed against yours lightly.

“Harlock, your squad is out of their bunks and unable to be accounted for. Find them. Now.” Levi’s firm tone snapped through the air as he entered the room. Liam quickly rose and nodded affirmatively.

“I shall find them straight away, Captain.” He pressed his fist over his chest and exited swiftly as Levi leaned against a nearby wall.

“So, you and Liam, huh?” He folded his arms over his chest, staring down at the floor.

“What?” You shot him a perplexed expression, but he continued staring at the ground.

“All that. What’s that about? Seems he has a thing for you. It’s all right. There’s no rules against it, you know.” Finally, he lifted his gaze from the floor and leveled his eyes with yours. Immediately, you wished he hadn’t. He was so intense sometimes.

“I know, but I don’t look at him that way. He’s just a friend..”

“Oh. All right, then.” His tone sounded relieved for some reason. It was surprising, to say the least. “I’ll see you in the morning. Goodnight, (Y/N).” Levi spun on his heel and made his way to the door.

“Wait.” The word escaped your lips before you could stop it. His boots fell quiet against the floor as he stopped and turned back around to face you.

“Yes?” His expressionless stare made you nervous, but curiosity got the best of you.

“Why are you asking about Liam?”

“I don’t know. For conversation’s sake?” He shrugged off the question, crossing his arms again as he leaned against the wall.

“You don’t make small talk. Nor do you care for gossip, even remotely. Are you..jealous?”

You could hardly believe you had the courage to ask, let alone to be that blunt. For a moment, you were supremely brave, the next, you were shaking in your socks as you and Levi exchanged conflicted expressions.

“I..am I what? Jealous? Of Liam? No. Why should I be?“ After faltering for a moment, Levi regained his cool, but you knew you had to break it again.

“Levi, Captain, excuse me. But, I think we both know why. I’m not oblivious and neither are you. You’re very subtle, as am I, but I know I like you and I think you like me and, if that’s true, then you would be jealous of Liam.” You couldn’t tell who was more shocked by your speech, you or him.

“Wow. You’ve come a long way from being unable to look your superiors in the eye, haven’t you? Not exactly afraid to speak your mind now, hmm?” He moved away from the wall, coming closer to you. “Can you blame me? I mean, he is correct. You’re not like the others. You’re unlike anyone I have ever met. He is tall, handsome, skilled. It makes sense, the two of you. Pardon me for making that assumption. And yes, you are correct. I am jealous, but with good reason.” Stoic and hard-to-read as ever, Levi stood before you as you stared up at him, desperately searching for the bravery you just had a moment ago.

“No, you’re wrong. You have no good reason. He may like me. He could flirt all he wants, but I have no interest in Liam.”

“Oh no?” You smiled as you watched Levi’s ear perk up upon hearing the news.

“No. I do, however, think that you really are one of a kind. But, you aren’t great at picking up signs.”

“How do you mean?” He cocked his head to the side, puzzled by your criticism.

“I mean I like you. And you haven’t noticed. You’re hardly noticing now.” You couldn’t help hit giggle, which earned you a rare, but classic Levi smile in return.

“I suppose you’re right. Do you mean it though?” Taking a step forward, Levi stood in front of you as you rose from your seat.

“Yes, I mean it.” Your smile mirrored his as he leaned in closer to you.

“Well, then. In that case,” leaning in just barely a half inch from your face, he paused and then leaned back. “I guess we’ll have to work on my observance skills. Tomorrow. Be prepared to rise at dawn, (Y/L/N.)”

With a devilish smirk, Levi closed the distance and planted a chaste kiss on your lips before turning and exiting the room, leaving you stunned speechless.

anonymous asked:

Do you think the paladins, outside of Shiro, since we know he has PTSD, could have mental disorders?

Well…

With confidence as an autistic person myself: I feel like Keith reads as autistic really clearly. It seems like he really struggles socially to take to other people- also a product of his fear of abandonment and rejection- and while he can be plenty sarcastic himself he has a hard time identifying other peoples’ sarcasm. He also has kind of a resting deadpan face where I don’t know if he’s completely aware of how his affect matches up with what he’s trying to convey.

Keep reading

Letters from R. (young!Remus x reader)

10 Days – 10 Stories: Day 10 – Remus Lupin

Summary: During your summer holidays, you receive letters from an unknown person on a regular basis… but who is the shy boy that confesses his interest in you without revealing his identity?

A/N: This one came into my mind quite spontaneously. It’s longer, just because I didn’t want to rush it even more than I already did lol.

Word count: 2,128

(Y/N) = your name

Warnings: flufffff

(Masterlist)

* * *

Keep reading

Neil Josten with a Service Dog

Neil’s last year.

Neil’s last year everyone is gone, and sure he has the new baby foxes but no one is around:

Dan- signed
Matt- signed
Kevin- signed
Allison- Of in France or something sending ridiculously beautiful selfies
Renee- Peace Corps then mountain trekking
Nicky- Germany
Aaron- got dragged to Germany because Kaitlyn thought it would be fun
Andrew- signed.

-And obviously Neil’s emotions are wacky because of the trauma he suffered and suddenly everyone who was there to hold him up? He started losing them and obvs he didn’t actually lose them they’re still there but he lets himself sink to the corners of their attentions and lets himself lose them (even if they think about him all the time they don’t realize how distracted they get from the original foxes).

-And Andrew reinforced that Neil needed to talk to Bee over the years because he (they all have TBH) gone through too much not to.

-Neil actually likes being around Bee more as the upperclassmen go and when the monsters finally leave Neil subconsciously clings to Bee because she’s another constant he doesn’t want to lose (he ends up with Wymack and Abbey a lot too for dinner and stuff).

-And Bee watches as Neil has to try harder for exy and running and everything. He’s totally gone to the opposite end of the spectrum- at the beginning he had so much anxiety he ran to get it out and he was always ready for exy and classes he enjoyed.

-Now he’s kind of… wilting. And she’d seen it since the girls left, this slow descent in Neil’s mental health. And he’s had years to get used to talking to her, to make Andrew happy. Relaying facts about his day and venting about any shithead baby foxes.

-But after the monsters leave he kind of hits the bottom of it.

-He doesn’t go to class often enough.

-He practices when he has too, and he thinks if the baby foxes weren’t depending on him he wouldn’t at all. He only runs out of habit. And he can’t really recall what he does with free time unless he was talking to one of the original foxes, because he just kind of checks out when he’s alone with no distractions.

-He hadn’t told Andrew, because he knows Andrew would understand but he doesn’t know how to say it without it sounding like blame, without giving Andrew a reason to give up on his team and the foundation for being happy Kevin and Neil and everyone had worked so hard to give him.

-Bee suggests things when Neil lets something slip, something that isn’t fact but emotion:

-“I can’t breathe when I’m alone.”

-“I have nightmares, waking up back in Baltimore or about Andrew in the next room with… him and I jerk awake looking for a weapon. And then I can’t stop even when I’m awake, looking for something that isn’t there because no one’s in danger but I’m alone.”

-“I think when that happens I’m the danger.”

-And Bee makes suggestions:
“Medication?”
It makes him think of Andrew, threatening Nicky with a knife and a smile. Neil says no.

-“Talk to Andrew?”
Neil denies that too.

-“What about a Service Dog?”
Neil stares at her.

-Bee explains Service dogs and tactile stimulation. At first the idea that a dog may persistently lick or nudge or whatever sounds irritating. Bee pushes a little harder, over the course of a few appointments. Finally Neil caves.

-Her name is Dana and she’s a Labrador retriever.

-She’s got a big smiling face and white blonde hair and within minutes of meeting her in Bee’s office Neil’s clothes are covered in hair.

-Within minutes of meeting him she has her head on his knee and is looking up at him with soft brown eyes and he slowly moves the tips of his fingers through the softest fur behind her ears.

-Bee has talked to the necessary people for Dana to stay in the dorms with him and all the baby foxes were warned (under the pretense that Dana was Neil’s pet, nothing more. Except for Cross, the baby fox Neil had been closest to due to Andrew’s obvious favoring of her) so when their session is over Neil walks Dana out to the car he had to buy when Andrew left with the Maserati.

-He doesn’t tell any of the original foxes.

-He doesn’t want to tell them he needs something to help him, he doesn’t want them to worry, he doesn’t want them to be disappointed if it doesn’t work.

-The same night he takes her home he jerks awake in a cold sweat at 4 am. But instead of empty air and a cold room and darkness he has a warm head on his chest that moves with his as he sits up, pressing a cold nose into his neck and licking his face.

-It’s so strange that the image in his head, his father and Lola looming over him, fractures and his head swims as he jerks out of his dream. She stops licking him obsessively when he pets her, and gives her one of the treats Bee told him to when the panic passed.

-Neil falls back asleep and wakes up to Dana’s head heavy on his stomach.

-Dana sits and waits for him in the stands while they practice, and it helps Neil go running when she’s next to him and he feels the responsibility of taking her out.

-The responsibility doesn’t make him feel heavy it feels like purpose.

-She sits quietly under his desk in class, sometimes with her head in his knee, and every time he thinks he might just stay in bed and do nothing she sits by the door and whines like she has to pee, but inevitably their walk gets him to class on time.

-He gets her midway-late in the season and before he knows it the season is over. And suddenly The Day is looming over him. The foxes had decided a day that they would all be free on and they’d use it as a day together, a day to make up every missed birthday and holiday.

-It comes quickly and before he knows it he’s going to a park (dog friendly) that they’d picked for this year and he’s twenty minutes early throwing a ball for Dana.

-Renee, Dan, and Matt get there first with a, “cool,” and a pet from Dan and a, “What’s her name?” From Matt.

-Allison shows up next and says, “what the hell is that,” until Dana licks her hand and Allison looks charmed.

-Kevin shows up next, right on time, and avoids Dana with a wary look until Neil falls over laughing at the noise he makes when Dana drops the slobbery ball in Kevin’s lap.

-Kevin looks a little more open to the dog if she makes Neil happy enough to laugh like that.

-The monsters show up a few minutes late, punctuated by Nicky yelling, “oh my god!” And Dana responding to him flinging himself to the ground with equal enthusiasm. Aaron just blinks as Kaitlyn joins Nicky in rubbing Dana’s belly. Andrew looks scornful.

-“Where did that thing come from?” And a part of Neil shrinks away, but he says in a level voice, “I brought her.”

-Andrew assesses him and only Kevin and Renee really hear when he asks, “why?”

-Dan and Allison are finally unpacking the food on the picnic table and Aaron, Kaitlyn, Matt, and Nicky are sifting through it for what they want.

-Neil looks at her leash bunched in his hands and shrugs, twisting the black rope around his fingers.

“Abram?” Andrew says and with one hand tilts Neil’s head up with his fingers, and rests the other on the back of his neck.

-It’s sounds plain and bored but Neil knows this man and there’s concern lacing his voice and in the shadow of his hazel eyes.

-Neil shifts his head to push it into Andrew’s palm and says lowly, “Bee got her for me,” and Andrew’s hand that had slid to his hair stills.

-“She’s a service dog for, like. Depression. And panic attacks,” he forces out and Renee’s eyes shoot to him before quickly away and Kevin is utterly still and not looking at them as he listens to Neil speak.

-Andrew’s hand doesn’t move for a minute until finally he says, “get her to come here.”

-Neil whistles and she’s there in a second, pushing her nose into his side and his hand and checking on him.

-Neil debates for a second before saying in a level voice, "she’s helping me.” Matt’s head snaps up and Dan slaps him gently and shakes her head telling him not to interrupt him.

-Andrew kneels and cups her face, holding the ball, in his hands. He scratches her ears a second and then opens his hand to ask for the ball, which she gives him. He turns toward the empty hill space behind them and whips it, the ball flying high and far and Dana entirely happy to go after it.

-“Good,” Andrew says and puts the hand without slobber and grass in Neil’s hair again.

mmmdatyarnthough  asked:

you should draw azurite or black opal, theyre so pretty!

black opal was actually really hard for me to draw and design for some reason, so Im rlly sorry this ONe sucks 

But Black Opals are the rarest of all the opals. Extremely lucky, graceful, kind, and have the ability to amplify other gems’ powers. Perfect Black Opals even have the ability of foresight, and even be able to summon crystalline fire !

this black opal is a bit of a klutz however, she keeps tripping over her hair.

here is azurite !

PLEASE do not ask for anymore gems, i have enough already

(Dis)connection: Analogy of the Gods as Long Distance Friends

The gods are like long distance friends. The kind of friends you meet online and come to love despite that you’ve never seen them in the flesh. Maybe you can’t prove they’re real (or especially that they’re who they say they are), but you’re willing to bet that they are. Once in a while, someone will ask you suspiciously, “How can you ever really be sure?” But you just ignore them. It’s hard to explain. You’ve got your reasons. Or maybe you don’t. But you just know. And you don’t have to justify that to anyone.

How did it all begin? Well, you were probably just scrolling through social media one day and saw an interesting profile. Man, that guy had all kinds of cool stories. He stole what from who?! Wild. You send him a message. No response. Oh well. You check out another profile. Wow, she’s beautiful. You wish you had that kind of confidence. You send her a message. No response.

Wait a minute. She did respond. You almost missed the notification. Oh wow, she wants to get to know you. Well, alright! You start to chat. Learn about each other. Eventually, around the winter holidays, you donate to a charity for battered women on her behalf. She’s so touched, she wants to do something for you in return. You have no idea how she pulls it off, but one day, out of the blue, someone walks up to you and hands you a gift card to a day spa. The mission statement reads: “You deserve to feel beautiful.”

One day, you’re having the worst luck ever. You get home and you can barely hold back your tears. You get on the computer and write to your friend, whose status shows Online. Only her words will bring you comfort today. “Hello, are you there? I really need to talk to someone,” you type out. No response. “Please answer,” you plead. “I need you.” No response.

You’ve held your breath for five minutes when it happens: “✔ Seen 9:35 PM” Instantly, your heart flutters. You wait for a response. Nothing. You fall asleep waiting. When you wake up, there is still no response. You stop hoping.

That morning, you sit down with your coffee and think to yourself, “This is it. We’re over. Why did I even care? Everyone was right. For all I know, my so-called friend is an elderly scam artist from another dimension.” You sigh.

A week goes by and you’ve really truly given up hope. You haven’t even seen your friend come online. Let’s be honest, they probably blocked you. Figures.

But wait. A notification draws your attention. You stare wide eyed at your phone. The new message reads, “I’m so sorry, there was a family emergency. I couldn’t get away from it, but I swear it’s nothing personal. I’ll make it up to you, alright? I hope you understand. Are we okay? How are you? I missed you!”

This is the moment of decision. You swallow your pride and type back, “Hey, that’s okay. It happens. I missed you, too. You would not believe what this guy at work said to me yesterday…”

Thunder rumbles outside your window. The internet connection starts to flicker. You frantically hit “Send,” but it’s too late. Your provider sends an automated message: “There was a problem sending your message. Please try again later.”

Grumbling, you get up and cross the room to glare at your router as though that will fix the problem any quicker. A twinge of anxiety eats at the back of your mind. You really, really hope your friend will understand. These things happen. It could be worse. It could be like that one time you disappeared online because your computer crashed and your phone fell in the toilet in the same week. You grimace at the memory.

Yeah, you think to yourself, the internet will be back when the storm’s over. No sense fretting over it. Maybe it’s time to read that really cool book your friend told you about ages ago. They would be so happy to know you didn’t forget.

And day after day after day, so it goes…

Not Yet - Misha x Reader

Word Count: 968

Warnings: ANGST, online hate… if I’m missing anything please let me know.

A/N This was for @casbabydontgoineedyou  ‘s 1000 follower writing challenge, my prompt was “How dare you?” and I really like where I went with it and I hope you do too.

Also, @pastapizzacheesedragon , @lazairahel , and @abtmnt who all requested this fic be Misha x Reader

“Okay, so we have time for just a few more questions.” Someone from off stage told Jensen, Jared and Misha who were currently on stage at a convention entertaining their fans.

“Okay, we have just been told we only have a few minutes left with you guys so only a couple more questions.” Jensen said and the audience audibly sighed in unhappiness.

Keep reading

Masterpost of my commentaries™ during Call The Midwife: NEW! & Improved (for real)*

I think these are officially a thing™ by now, it’s like I live tweet but on tumblr. Anyways, I’ve gained so many followers in the past few months (after I started posting these) so I guess I’ll keep going until I’m tumblr famous! haha jk but enjoy or don’t enjoy, comments are always welcome though. Like I’ve said before these are my thoughts typed out verbatim, you don’t have to agree or come @ me for something. I just do this for fun and some of my followers are apparently entertained by what nonsense I have to say :) if anything, just blame it on the fact that I’m a New Yorker who likes to hear themselves all the time.

Reorganizing this post because it was terribly messy

I apologize in advance, you’ll be seeing this post a lot because it’s only April & the hiatus is killing me + it’s been suggested that I continue these trash commentaries™ with older episodes. So the goal is to post one for every episode ever before this year’s Christmas special (I’m sure I’m going to finish way before then, I’ll have to keep up my random thoughts and rambles™ to get me through the rest of the hiatus) But my point was, I’m a mess and reblog so many things which is why I constantly update this masterpost and reblog it *If not I’d lose it all the time* haha

Series 1

tragically nothing yet, but I’m working on it!  *slowly but surely* 

Series 2

 Series 2, Episode 5 - I was not prepared haha

Series 2, Episode 9 aka Christmas Special 2013 - It’s been so long since I’ve watched this episode, nice trip down memory lane haha jk I cried so hard *** I fixed this link 

Series 3

Series 3, Episode 5 - This was my first one, I randomly did it *for no reason really* but I got so much positive feedback I kind of made this a thing™

Series 4

Series 4, Episode 3  I’ve been in such a ctm mood & I just want to post about it 

 Series 4, Episode 5 - and the hiatus continues.. but I did enjoy the little journey back to series 4 ** update I fixed this one 

Recently Added: Series 4, Episode 6 -  I’M BACK AT IT 

Series 4, Episode 9 aka Christmas Special 2015 - Because why not watch a Christmas Special in March?

Series 5

Series 5, Episode 4- how else will I bear the hiatus™ this year?

Series 5, Episode 5 - haha but this was an enjoyable episode to rewatch, it brought up lots of conversation today

Series 5, Episode 6 - Lol chose it because 6.06 referenced the Turner’s infamous holiday, BUT FORGOT THE REST OF THE EPISODE HURTS

Series 5, Episode 8

 Series 5, Episode 9 aka Christmas Special 2016 - that was the joy I needed because I’m a wreck today

Series 6

Series 6, Episode 1 - #LetsGetIt1962

Series 6, Episode 2 - woahhhh!

Series 6, Episode 3 - I think this is my longest one, I’m sorry but I had too much to say

 Series 6, Episode 4 - so many thoughts

Series 6, Episode 5 - the plot thickens

Series 6,  Episode 6 - SUCH A GREAT AND EMOTIONAL EPISODE 

Series 6, Episode 7: - LOL IT WAS LIKE A KNIFE IN MY HEART 

Series 6, Episode 8 - R I P TO ME, WHAT A FINALE, I AM NOTHING, I AM DEAD..

SENTENCE STARTERS

Hey, lovelies! This is a sentence starter meme for everyone! You’ll be able to reblog this meme for fourteen days starting today but feel free to continue answering memes after that, if need be. Go wild with them and have fun! (Feel free to use this for sentence starters or drabbles; the most important thing is to get everyone writing. Hopefully it’ll spark some new plot ideas and interactions too!)

Remember to reblog this if you’re interested receiving a meme, and to send some to everyone that reblogs it too! Feel free to skip over this if you’d like too; it’s by no means mandatory to reblog and participate. Most importantly, though, have fun!!

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

how would G1 soundwave and blaster react to their s/o making a mixtape for them?

I’ve been meaning to answer this one 

Soundwave G1

Despite the whole ‘cons hate humans’ thing, he actually enjoys human music. He won’t play it around base, but he still enjoys it in private. He sees no reason to hide this from you, since you can keep a secret from the others, and often shares his favorites. You took note of which genres or bands he liked, and slowly made a list 

Once it was finally finished, you eagerly told Soundwave that you had a surprise for him, but it had to wait until you were alone. He was certainly surprised when you handed him the mixtape, but he was smiling under his face plate (if he had a mouth in g1) after giving it a listen. He held out his hands for you to step into, and lifted you up to his face so he could give you a little nuzzle. “You’re sweet,” he said, enjoying the giggle he got out of you

Blaster G1

There’s obviously no need to hide a love of human music/pop culture around the autobot base, so you and Blaster listen to music together a lot. Sometimes a certain song will remind him of a fun/funny story, and by the time the song is over, both of you will be laughing really hard at whatever the story was about. It’s the kind of harmless fun he’s been missing, one of the many reasons he loves earth. You secretly took note of the songs that he thought were really catchy, reminded him of good times, made the two of you obnoxiously sing along, etc. and collected them onto a mixtape 

He was really excited to listen to it when you finally give him the tape! He was expecting new songs when he hit play, but as each song came on he realized why you picked it. It was super touching to him that you remembered all the silly conversations and sweet moments, enough so that you could put it all onto a mixtape. After the first few songs, he picked you up to cover you in kisses and thank you; you had definitely made his day. Once the general giddiness had died down a bit, he beamed and asked ‘hey do you wanna dance?’

To all my amazing followers

Thank you very much for being here,supporting me and my art at the same time,reblogging and liking it it means a lot for me ! When I started to do art,I’ve never imagined I will reach this point,I started doing art for friends and then I decided to make fanart too. Sadly I see sometimes my art being reposted. Is so painful when I see people that don’t care about how much we,as artists work, they just come and take our art for their own blog to gain more followers and likes. Even with credit,it doesn’t matter,is still stolen art,the viewers usually don’t even look at the credit,they are looking just at that reposted art. If you’re a reposter and see this,please,stop reposting my and others people work.
The reason why I write this post is because I want to ask you for a favor : if you see my art being reposted/stolen,please,let me know,I would appreciate very much. Like this I can tell them to take it down,or if you feel like doing it I would still appreciate it(but better I would contact them by myself,to make sure they will take it down and also,I don’t want you to get in trouble with them ).

I’m sorry I have to make this kind of posts but I really can’t stand people that repost my art (and others as well)…because I put hours of hard work in every drawing I do,I work 10-16 hours almost non stop when I have days off and is hard for me to see my art stolen.

I want to thank you all very much again,you’re one of the reasons why I am doing art,I love you !

Edit : You can contact me on Twitter,Instagram and SU Amino(on kaiken23) if you have account there

oh man so i finished reading master & commander, i loved it! kinda hard to push through all the naval terms but i thought the characters were really fun (mowett is my fave) and it was just a straight-up adventure with little overarching plot. just kinda hanging out in the mediterranean, encountering all kinds of people, it was so fun

but there’s one thing that bothered me about the book, and that is NO ONE EVER GETS A REASONABLE AMOUNT OF SLEEP. GOOD GOD, IT’S SO UPSETTING. like one time stephen goes over to some french ship to help the captain’s wife have a baby, and then he and james just kinda hang out there and talk about ireland ALL NIGHT? why didn’t u guys rest???? one time stephen and jack stay up until 3am doing paperwork and then they encounter some ships and just stay up to follow them the rest of the night? another time jack stays up for like 3 days straight chasing some ship and then he takes like a 2 hour nap and is like “yeah i’m good to go!” no the fuck you aren’t buddy, get a full 7 hours and then we’ll talk about fighting spain. if i recall right, the night watches had 3 shifts or something like that which was specifically mentioned to only give the crew like 4 hours of sleep a night. but they still always wake up at like 5am so that there can be an epic battle at sunrise.

like. what the heck, p,lease,, rest,,,,

anonymous asked:

Winner written reaction of you kissing them in front of friends and people at their birthday party. Thanks~

Mino wouldn’t seem to even mind that everyone else is watching which is not true at all and would most probably kiss you back…pretty passionately, enough for others to start yelling to you to get a room at least…which he jokingly obeys and starts going towards the vacant room after he picked you up and then gets dragged back by everyone…but not fast enough for them to see the blush on his cheeks slowly disappearing

Seunghoon would be sure to make a show worth watching out of it! He wasn’t really expecting you to ever do that…but since you did he figured he might as well enjoy it. There’s a higher possibility of you being embarrassed after you two finally separate than him, to be honest. People would probably constantly have to remind him for the rest of the night to get that smug grin of his face…which would prove to be harder than it looks!

Jinwoo would be red as soon as your lips touch his…which would result in everyone shouting comments about his ‘’deer caught in the headlights’’ face…which would most probably result in him getting even redder if that’s even possible. So yeah, even before you finish the kiss he would already be out…you’ll have to save him from the crowd who won’t let the boy live..thought no one could not notice the looks he would be giving you for the rest of the night maybe he didn’t like the location but most definitely liked everything else about that kiss

Seungyoon would appear totally unbothered by the fact that everyone’s watching and would kiss you back immediately probably not even hearing ‘’encouraging shouts’’ of people around you…and even if he does it you would just feel him smiling into the kiss, not even showing signs of stopping or being embarrassed…then he would proceed to tell you something really cheesy and really loudly, making everyone jokingly cringe very hard…but him? No signs of embarrassment at all!

Taehyun himself, honestly, wouldn’t even be sure how to react. On the one hand, he’s not exactly the one for displaying affection, at least not in front of so many people and while being the center of attention…and he could already feel himself blushing which is something he definitely want to go unnoticed!! On the other hand, you’re kissing him!! And that’s kind of enough reason for him to be happy. So in the end, still having no idea what to do, he would settle for a hug as soon as you start pulling back…who can blame him?? He need a few moments to regain his composure and stop blushing so he can face other people

Tame Miyusawa kinks

Praise kink. They both have it.

Eijun likes when Kazuya wears his batting gloves.

Voice kink. I mean have you listened to Sakurai Takahiro sing?

Kazuya likes to have control, it’s a major turn on when Eijun turns over control to him.

Size kink. Kazuya is only two centimeters taller but he’s a lot broader and more muscled so Eijun likes to feel dwarfed by his catcher. Miyuki isn’t complaining about the difference either.

It makes them both all tingly when they pick the other over someone else. Like Kazuya saying he likes Eijun better than Mei or Furuya or when Eijun asks Kazuya instead of Chris to catch for him

I mentioned they’re possessive of each other. Eijun is a touchy person he hangs on Miyuki, it serves two purposes let’s everyone know Kazuya is taken while also letting people know Eijun is as well. Kazuya may have a thing about marking Eijun. Hickeys and bites just higher than the school uniform neckline, as soon as one starts to fade another shows up. Sawamura always complains afterwards but he never says no to what causes them. The bathing room gets embarrassing for anyone to bath with them because they are usually covered in marks.

Praise kink. I cannot emphasize this one enough.

Kazuya likes to take control, but Eijun loves when Miyuki trusts him enough to give it up.

Eijun has a really bad habit of grabbing the first jersey he sees on the floor. More than once he’s worn Kazuya’s shirt and it’s kind of obvious because it’s bigger in the shoulders by a lot. People don’t say anything about it anymore since Miyuki gave them a detailed reason why they’d get their cloths mixed up.

Inside jokes. Like all the time. It really makes Eijun happy to know that he’s the only one who can make Miyuki laugh so hard he starts to hiccup and sob in mirth.

Victory kink. I mean think about it their both running on the game high they’ve just won and we all know how much more they love the game when their playing together.

4.19: Schrodinger’s brother. He’s dead and alive. sort of. At least, until Dean opens his box… er, coffin.

Oh, Adam, we hardly knew ye. Or really didn’t know you at all. Just a ghoul who killed you, ate you, and impersonated you.

Yes, this is a Dabb episode. No, the other two episodes with Adam (5.18 and 5.22) are not.

(I’ve heard people STILL wondering where Adam is, thinking Dabb might bring him back since he was his original character. I think he’s more like Gavin, in that Dabb always intended him to stay dead– He’d been promised a one-way trip to heaven for saying yes to Michael, and I’m pretty sure the second he said yes, that’s exactly where he went. At least, that’s how I’d imagine it if I were Dabb. Which I’m not. But really, there is NOTHING interesting enough about him to bring him back. He was literally a plot device.)

(Dean crawling through the ductwork is always entertaining though.)

Dean spends most of the episode not wanting to let Adam get involved in hunting, hiding the truth in order to protect him. Sam wanted to tell him the truth… in order to protect him and…

SAM: I know what Dean said.
SAM holds the unloaded gun out to ADAM.
SAM: And I know what it’s like to want revenge.

Aah, revenge. Part of the reason Sam’s still gung ho to kill Lilith…

(Yet another instance of Dean storming out in a huff and then working the case on his own, not going and getting drunk– I mean slowly sipping one beer while interviewing a witness isn’t getting drunk)

But really, I can understand why John would keep Adam secret from Sam and Dean, and vice versa.

Thing is, Adam isn’t even Adam here. It’s already too late for Sam and Dean to know him. We get only one episode (5.18) with Actual Adam, and he’s not best pleased to meet his brothers. 

This episode is all about revenge. Sam and Dean show up thinking it’s Adam who wants revenge for the death of his mother, but it turns out it’s a monster who was trying to lure John Winchester to town:

SAM: All right, so, we don’t know what it is, but we do know who it’s going after. Joe Barton, Adam’s mom—
DEAN: And Adam. It was under his truck, just waiting for him.
SAM: It set a trap, and I walked right into it.
DEAN: Doesn’t matter. You’re right—there’s a pattern. Joe Barton was a cop. I’m pretty sure he helped out Dad. So we’ve got him, Dad’s girl, and his son.
SAM: All the people Dad knew in town.
DEAN: At least we know why it’s back.
ADAM: It wants revenge.

But John is dead. It’s too late for the monster to get revenge on HIM, so it falls to Sam and Dean.

(and heck if this isn’t a similar theme to another Dabb episode, 6.13, where the monster similarly tried to lure Sam back to town for revenge… but Sam didn’t remember anything from his time without his soul and so was unable to understand the clues the monster was leaving for him. Like the ghouls were killing people in the town who John had worked with on that original hunt, but John wasn’t alive to notice the pattern and suspect something, so the ghoul had to improvise. Same with the arachne in 6.13, who’d also been presumed dead– by Sam’s hand– but had actually been turned into one of the monsters. Meanwhile more innocent people died, OKAY ENOUGH WITH THE GIANT SPIDERS BECAUSE EWWWWWW)

Meanwhile Sam’s drunk the kool aid HARD here:

SAM: Being a hunter isn’t a job, Adam. It’s life. You’re pre-med. You got a girlfriend, friends?
ADAM nods.
SAM: Not anymore you don’t. If you’re really gonna do this, you can’t have those kinds of connections, ever. They’re weaknesses. You’ll just put those people in danger, get them killed.
DEAN, across the room, looks away.
SAM: That’s the price we pay. You cut ‘em out, and you don’t look back. There’s only one thing you can count on. Family.

Dean pulls Sam aside and accuses Sam of sounding exactly like John, for all the reasons Sam was angry with John for saying the exact same stuff to him– about how they had to be ready for the things that were gonna come after them.

SAM: Dean…all this…it’s not real. The dad Adam knew—he wasn’t real. The things out there in the shadows—they are real. The world is coming to an end. That’s real. Everything else is just part of the crap people tell themselves to get through the day.
DEAN: Dad didn’t have a choice with us, okay? But with Adam, he did. Adam doesn’t have to be cursed.
SAM: He’s a Winchester. He’s already cursed.
DEAN: No. No, whatever’s hunting Adam, I’m gonna find it.

Dean is freaking DETERMINED not to fail on John’s “orders” regarding Adam, the way he feels he did with Sam. John wanted to keep Adam out of it, let him have a “normal life.” By the time he learned the truth, it was too late to keep Dean out of it, but he’d also tried to keep Sam out of it as long as he could. 

But Dean goes back to the mausoleum where the ghouls were holed up and finds out it’s already too late to save Adam, and now he needs to escape from the tomb in order to save Sam…

There’s also a lot of “who’s the real monster” in here. That being a monster isn’t about what you are, but what you do.

SAM: You’re monsters.
ADAM’: You know, you use that word a lot, Sam.
ADAM’: But I don’t think you know what it means.
'KATE’ looks up from drinking Sam’s blood
KATE’: His blood, it tastes different.
ADAM’: Our father was a monster? Why? Because of what he ate? He never hurt anyone, Sam. Living, anyway.
KATE’: No. He was no monster. But the thing that killed him was. A monster named John Winchester.

What is family, who’s the real monster, and revenge:

ADAM’: Revenge—it’s never over, is it, Sam?

And also, as Sam and Dean hold a hunter’s funeral for Adam:

DEAN: Adam was our brother. He died like a hunter. He deserves to go out like one.
SAM: Maybe we can bring him back. Get a hold of Cas, call in a favor.
DEAN: No, Adam’s in a better place.

Despite his conversation with Tessa in 4.15, Dean still believes that’s the truth. (and hey, Cas gets a mention :)

DEAN: You know, I finally get why you and Dad butted heads so much. You two were practically the same person.
SAM looks over.
DEAN: I mean, I worshiped the guy, you know? I dressed like him, I acted like him, I listen to the same music. But you were more like him than I will ever be. And I see that now.
SAM: I’ll take that as a compliment.
DEAN: You take it any way you want.

(Dean didn’t mean it as a compliment, nor not as a compliment. It’s just the truth. Sam’s got that ruthless practicality. It’s just a fact.)

So, ghouls don’t typically bother the living, and yet John had hunted one back in the day, which led to him meeting Adam’s mother.They live in graveyards feasting off the dead. I can’t even imagine why anyone would bother trying to hunt them, unless they started killing the living or otherwise stirred up trouble.

It’s implied that the ghoul John had hunted had merely gotten sloppy, and made its activity known to them, made its grave robberies too obvious to ignore. So enter John Winchester…

And the ghoul’s children wanted revenge for their father’s death, revenge against the monster who killed him… John Winchester had stirred this drive for revenge in them. Much like Crowley’s monster capture/torture plans in s6 stirred the drive for revenge and self defense in the monsters. And much like we’re seeing again in s12 as a result of the BMoL’s genocide plan. They disrupted the balance, violated the unwritten rule that Sam mentioned to the Alpha Vamp in 12.14. Much like the werewolf in 12.16 told Claire.

The monsters largely accepted the balance between them and hunters, letting hunters cull the rogues while largely trying to go through life unnoticed. The sudden unwarranted slaughter of entire GROUPS of monsters is what’s driving the monsters to panic, to act in rash ways that they never would’ve considered before their existence had been threatened.

The vampires organized themselves enough to make an attack on the MoL, and partially succeeded (if Sam hadn’t been there, they absolutely WOULD’VE succeeded).

Because hubris is bad. And the MoL have made themselves into the monsters.

anonymous asked:

Hi. One of my characters is kind of an oddball and random at times. Could you create some one-liner prompts that he could say randomly for no reason at all?

No problem!

-”Steak knives are problematic.”

-”Let’s play spot the dog.”

-”I’ve never had athlete’s foot, so I’m pretty obviously Thriving in life.”

-”Whoms’t’ve.” “Stop that.” “Yoin’t understand my art.”

- “I think I’m going to have children as an adult. And by children I mean bats. Or anime figurines.”

-”Oh yay, socialization. Where’d I put my extrovert pants.” “We’re in public- stop undoing your belt, fuck.”

-”This paints me to say, but i ink we’ve got a problem.” “What’s with the puns?” “What’s not with the puns?”

-”I’d rather be petting dogs tbh.”

- “Time to inject the weeds.” “Those are prescription antibiotics.” “Snort the marriaghuhwannas.”

Hope these are what you wanted!