this part is literally everything i'm trying to say to the world

hamilton songs renamed
  • alexander hamilton: that's my name, don't wear it out
  • my shot: squad get hype™
  • the story of tonight: look how lit we are, everyone's gonna remember us
  • the schuyler sisters: feminism (and peggy)
  • farmer refuted: loyalists can kiss my ass
  • you'll be back: the 18th century equivalent of the angry break up song
  • right hand man: WE ARE OUTGUNNED OUTMANNED
  • a winter's ball: who knew the revolution was so slutty?
  • helpless: i'm literally so in love right now ahhhh
  • the story of tonight (reprise): very very very very drunk
  • wait for it: procrastination, the showtune
  • stay alive: I'M A GENERAL, WHEEEEE
  • ten duel commandments: okay, so we're doing this
  • meet me inside: alex has daddy issues™
  • that would be enough: you and i, and no one else
  • guns and ships: lafayette go fast like sanic
  • history has its eyes on you: dad wants son back
  • yorktown: the final battle, feat. HERCULES MULLIGAN
  • what comes next: awesome. wow.
  • dear theodosia: LOOK AT MY SON
  • non stop: i dare you to sing all the parts at once
  • what'd i miss: bonjour y'all
  • cabinet battle #1: the founding roast masters™
  • take a break: philip is a smol feat. comma placement
  • say no to this: HOE DON'T DO IT
  • the room where it happens: CLICK BOOM
  • schuyler defeated: this song is completely irrelevant
  • cabinet battle #2: we find out that jefferson was actually just lafayette this whole entire time
  • one last time: dad has to leave™
  • i know him: john ayyydums?
  • the adams administration: SIT DOWN JOHN YOU FAT MOTHERFUCKER
  • we know: #exposed
  • hurricane: yeah, i'd pay for alex to be shipped to another continent too
  • the reynolds pamphlet: great googly moogly, everything's gone to shit
  • burn: cinnamon roll turns out to be a pyromaniac
  • blow us all away: alex gives shitty advice
  • stay alive (reprise): take the bullets out yo son
  • it's quiet uptown: try not to cry
  • the election of 1800: a breif break from sadness
  • your obedient servant: sarcasm level 10000000
  • best of wives and best of women: alex seriously you need to sleep
  • the world was wide enough: ya done fucked up ay ay ron
  • who lives who dies who tells your story: eliza hamilton is the true hero of the show
Analysis: Astro as Boyfriends...

To the anon that requested this: I sincerely apologize about how ridiculously long this is;;; it’s like rly long i’m so sry but once you get me started on Astro as BFs, I could go on for hours, okay? like they’d be the best boyfriends EVER don’t fight me on this <3 T~T


  • literally the softest boyfriend in the world
  • always wants to make sure you’re happy and comfortable
  • if you’re not though
  • he becomes like this unstoppable pillar of emotional and physical reassurance and support <3
  • he’ll always snuggle you until you feel better
  • or until you’re ready to talk about whatever’s bothering you
  • loves to bear-hug you from behind
  • and just totally wrap you up in his arms
  • SUCH a good listener
  • incredibly patient!!
  • loves showing off for you but gets embarrassed about it easily
  • buys you little presents all the time
  • just lil things
  • like “i saw this and thought of you” type of gifts
  • bc you’re always lowkey on his mind
  • lowkey what am i saying?? ur highkey on his mind


  • let’s talk about skinship =u=

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anonymous asked:

Could you explain a little bit more on why you think the JP fandom is focusing on the "look at me~" part of the drama instead of Chihoko stuff (what you mentioned in your ask abt the event). I'm just wondering what you mean about that, or if you could explain that part a bit better than it seems it was in the snippets we got from Twitter? Thank you for all you do :>

Hello! I think it’s a matter of wording… Like, some lines sound more impressive in Japanese. There are some parts I remember very clearly and some where I had forgotten the exact wording, but yesterday I could find a very complete and accurate Japanese report of the drama (to be honest I find it hard to believe that someone could have written such a perfect report by just taking notes on paper, but.. yeah…).

My impression is based on the fanarts/fancomics I’ve seen. Of course, I cannot possibly have seen each and every single fanart about the event, but for example let’s say that I’ve seen about 300 Japanese fanarts and 50 foreign fanarts (numbers are not exact but they are close to what I’ve seen so far). Out of all the Japanese ones, none of them used the line that in English has been translated by some as “I could search all over the world~”, while I’ve seen at least 5-7 foreign fanarts about it. That’s quite a difference. The reason is that this line doesn’t sound as “deep” in Japanese at all, so Japanese people don’t give it so much importance, it’s just Yuuri trying to convince Victor to get down.

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I can’t even begin to explain how satisfied I am with 4:47 “explanation”. Seriously.

IDK how Hart wanted to explain, but I’m 100% okay with this one. 

It has a meaning, a real and powerful meaning. Brennan already taught us that there’s no unique event in this universe. So, 4:47 being every turning page in Booth and Brennan’s lives, just speaks to my heart in so many ways.

4x26 - Brennan almost lost Booth. He survived. He had that dream, of the life she wrote in an alternative universe for them. Everything almost ended, but he survived and that beautiful shared dream opened all the doors they were trying to close about what they feel for each other.

5x22 - They literally went away. Were separated. He could have not come back She could have not come back. Something had to change, according to Booth. But, as beautifully well the episode title says, there’s a beginning in the end. Everything almost ended for them. But it was that “almost” that brought them back. It could have ended. But it didn’t. And as much as it hurt for everyone, was the step they needed to take to both understand what they had.

6x22 - Vincent was shot instead of Booth. Booth could have given that phone to Brennan. Booth could have been the one picking up that phone. And it’d be the end for them as we know them. It could have been the end when they gave that step into their relationship - because they couldn’t have erased it if things didn’t work out. In every single aspect, everything almost ended for them. But it’s all about that step, that climb - but what if it doesn’t? What if this is just the beginning of something beautiful, like it was?

7x07 - I can’t think of anything that changed more those two forever than the birth of their own daughter. There’s no bigger turning page for them. Having a baby? That changes you forever. And as Angela beautifully told in S5, you’re bound to that person forever because you have a human life in common. So yeah. It was the end in a way. B&B are forever partners in everything but in that moment they were SO MUCH MORE than that. they had their miracle.

7x13 and 9x01  - Well I’m putting these two together because we always interpreted it as Pelant’s being a little shit again and trying to harm our babies. (probably their idea back then not even going to deny) but looking now with the meaning they gave us? Brennan ran away with Christine from Booth. She did to him what her parents did to her. She let him baptize her, and disappeared with her. For 3 months, EVERYTHING changed. Everything could have ended. Booth lost them both. Brennan was living with that weight, knowing how much it hurt, but also trying to do the right, rational thing. They were never the same. He had to deal of losing part of his daughter growing up, of being left “out” of her plan, even though he doesn’t condone it - he knows it was necessary. And she had to deal with the fact that even being the same strong, independent human being that she always was, she is in fact bound to her partner and her daughter, in ways she didn’t expected it. Things could have not work out like they did - they do because it’s them. It’s always Booth and Brennan and their love will always be enough to survive anything life throws it - another case of almost being the end, but it wasn’t. 9x01 is in the same line of thought. Things could have ended so differently. It was Brennan’s faith in Booth, in what he always did for her, her love and trust in him. They were thrown such a big burden - FUCK YOU PELANT I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU - that made them question everything around both of them and inside themselves Yet, they pulled through. It didn’t end. Again.

(about 11x15, 7x13 and 11x01 you see the number but it’s not a moment nor an hour. It’s just there so yeah skipping those. Also. it’s just a number. Pffff do you think someone loses 30minutes in writing about 447? NOT ME. clearly. )

12x12 - I don’t think I even need to discuss this one. He almost lost her. She almost lost the thing that, in her mind, made her who she is. Both of them almost died, and they would leave their kids. their life. 30, 40, 50 years of years left full of things waiting for them. Everything almost ended, but it didn’t. And it doesn’t make them weaker, or more damaged. Makes them… Them. Booth and Brennan. As always, since the day 1, fighting for what’s right in the world, loving just a little bit too much in so many different ways, yet so similar in the end.

It almost ended. But it didn’t. And they’re rising again like they’re a phoenix. Not giving up on everything that united them on the first place. Fighting for the same things, working for the same ends, with the love and dedication they always have. Following their hearts.

This was B&B last 12 years. Pushing forward, loving, for all the reasons that really mattered, even when’s scary and you have so much to lose.

It almost ended. But it didn’t, not in even one time that 4:47 appeared. It’s scary sometimes because you have things to lose. But when you’re fighting for what’s right, for what/who you love, it’s worth it to push forward. It’s worth it to give that step. And sometimes, it’s good to remind yourself of that, of those moments where you could have lost. To never forget why it’s worth it. 

What makes life worthwhile. 

Bless this show.

Good girls don’t (sneak peek)

There are a lot of things good girls don’t. They don’t laugh too loud, they don’t dress too short, they don’t swear and they don’t put themselves out there. They wait, and they do it while sitting properly in their pristine white dresses, with their hands crossed over their laps and their back sitting up straight.

There’s a lot of things good girls don’t and getting their panties wet every time they see a guy is definitely one of them.

You rubbed your thighs together as your fingers pressed tightly to the table you were sitting in, trying to hold on to a reality that was slipping away as you looked at him. You imagined the taste of his skin, and how it must have felt against yours when he was lying on top of you, and you thought about the fire of his kiss, and how it probably tasted like peppermint and just a tiny hint of sin. You thought about heaven and having him lie next to you at night.

The fire that had settled in your lower tummy was going to consume you all at any moment, and you shifted in your seat, trying to release some of the pressure that had built between your legs. You were definitely wet.

But as much as you tried, you couldn’t stop thinking about him, imagining yourself on your knees while your eyes obediently locked in with his. You imagined your lips wrapping around the two fingers he was offering to you, and the light bob you would do to take them all the way in, while your tongue pressed to them to suck them lightly, looking at him as his eyes, usually green and sweet, turned dark, the burning lust covering them as he gazed down at you. You even imagined the light gag of your throat as he pushed his fingers all the way in, and the moan that bubbled up from your very core when he slid them out, the strings of spit that fell down making you blush as you looked down.

“Look at me, yeah?” He would say, with his voice a little raspier than usual as he kneeled in front of you. “C’mon, kitten, look at me.” He would repeat his command slowly, a smirk curling up the corner of his lips as your eyes fluttered open to obey him. “Look at me while I fuck ya with my fingers, yeah? Use all that spit you left. Were you imagining my cock?” He would ask, his smirk growing bigger as you nodded, still unable to speak your own words, as your heart was knotting on your throat and beating rapidly at the sight of him. “You’re such a fucking good girl.”

“Hello! Are you there?” You heard someone say right next to you, the sound of your voice taking you by surprise and causing you to jump on your seat as a gasp left your lips. You had to thank your lucky stars the light in the room was pretty crappy, as you were fairly certain that you must’ve looked like a tomato at the moment, red up to your hair and firing up as you tried to sit still and crossed your legs.

“Jesus, Gems, I should put a bell on you.” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest, much like you had done with your legs, an armor of protection against the world, just in case someone could read your thoughts and know…

“Sorry, just needed to know if you were still with us.” She smiled, the same childish smile you had seen so many times on her brother before. The very same one that made your knees buckle down every time it was directed at you. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, just a bit hot.” You smiled, looking at her as she took a seat right next to you, and looked to the stage where her brother was playing the guitar softly.

“He’s killing it, isn’t he?” She grinned, unable to hide her pride. “Makes you wanna kiss the idiot.”

“It does.”

It was impossible not to look at him. Harry owned the stage like he was meant to do just that for the rest of his life like he was born to be a star. Even with his disheveled hair, and the pink pants that you hated, he looked like a star, the brightest one up in the sky, and you couldn’t help but let your heart soar in your chest for him.  

I hope you can see, the shape I’ve been in

While he’s touching your skin

This thing upon me, howls like a beast

You flower, you feast

The set finished, although you weren’t sure how long it had lasted or how many songs he had sung. You just knew he looked glorious through every minute of it, and that the most sinful thoughts had reigned over your body during every second of it. He was hot, clammy hands and beads of sweat running down his spine as he made his way to you, and you let your eyes run down his neck, thinking about how it must feel like to kiss it, right where his pulse point was, and taste the saltiness of his skin after a concert.

“You sure you’re ok?” Gemma asked you once again, scrunching up her perfectly done eyebrows as she threw a worried look at you.

“Yeah, Daniel just hasn’t answered my texts all day.” You shrugged your shoulders, looking at her with a soothing smile as she pursed her lips a little bit, the frown on her forehead deepening as she took a big breath, one of those that warned you were about to hear a piece of her mind.

“Good, Daniel’s a bloody wanker, who doesn’t even want to call you his girlfriend. Tell him to sod off, you deserve better.” She said like she had just told an order you were supposed to follow suit. It didn’t matter, anyway. You hadn’t texted Daniel all day, and you weren’t even sure you wanted to. Still, he was a nice excuse, a great diversion from your real thoughts.

“I know.” You nodded.

“Do you girls know” Harry said, as he plopped right between the two of you, and his arms went around each of your shoulders, his lips curling into a huge grin as he looked at you, the sudden urge to kiss him bubbling in your tummy. “this is a party? Why the sad faces?”  

“We just had to listen to you sing.” You smiled, wriggling your eyebrows as his smile disappeared for a second.

“It was quite a travesty,” Gemma added, and by now, the frown on his face was almost ridiculous, as he squinted up his eyes to his sister.

“We’re still recovering.” You said. Harry stood up straight, crossing his arms over his chest while he tried to hide the pout that was threatening to come out if he didn’t hear reassuring words in the next couple of seconds.

“You were fantastic.” You caved in, smiling softly as a grin curled up on his lips. For a second there, you could’ve sworn his eyes had flicked to your lips, following the movement of your own as you spoke, but it was too quick, probably just a fickle of your imagination that was still heated up from all the dirty thoughts that had been circling in your mind.

“Thank you, love.” He whispered softly before turning to his sister. “And you’re not invited to anything anymore.”

“She started it!” She complained, rolling her eyes as he jumped from his seat to talk to the crew. He shook every hand, and kissed a lot of cheeks, saying polite things to everyone as he made his way through the room.

“Let’s go and look for him or we’re not getting outta here ever.” She said, smiling widely as she jumped from the table and looked at you, beckoning to follow her. Her expression turned serious, solemn almost, and her hand went to her tummy and she stood up straight. “And then, we’ll party.”

“Oh, I should probably go and look for Daniel.” You said, stammering a little when your eyes fell on your lap, not wanting to look at Harry anymore than you had to. You were afraid that if you did, he would know all the things you would let him do to you.

“Oh, no!” Gemma said, widening her eyes as she took your hand in hers to pull you off of your seat. “I told you, Daniel’s a bloody wanker. We’re going to party and he can go fuck himself.”

There was not much room for discussion, cause her hand was firmly wrapped around yours and as she started to walk to the exit, she dragged you behind, making you run a little so you could keep up with her. Harry shrugged, following behind the two of you to quickly disappear into of a black car that was waiting outside for you.

You sat next to Harry, which probably wasn’t the best idea, cause you could feel the warmth his body irradiated right next to you, threatening to spark the fire that had already settled down. Your fingers trembled, itching to grab his hand in yours, or maybe to trace down his thigh, squeezing the meaty parts between them as you leaned to give him a kiss.

The ride was torturously slow, every bit of it filled with Harry’s scent, cologne mixed with the sweat of his skin, and with the thoughts of him pressing you down to the mattress, arms pinned to the bed while his lips sucked on your skin. You could barely keep up with the lazy conversation, dizzy from all the images that kept rushing in your head.

“Babe?” You heard Harry say, but that wasn’t what caught your attention at all. It was the sparks, literal electric energy, that escaped out of your skin when he touched you, skimming his fingers lightly on your arm to call for you. A gush of air left your lips, and your eyes slowly met with his. They were green, bright and sweet even in the dim light of the car, and they looked at you with such intensity you had to wonder if the world had disappeared around you. “We’re here.” But it hadn’t. You looked out of the window now that the car had stopped, and for the first time, you noticed you were in front of Harry’s brand new home.

“I thought we were going to party.” You said in confusion, taking his hand to let him help you out of the car. This time it was more of a firework, a subtle, intimate firework that sparkled and shined just for the two of you. You looked at your joined hands, wondering if you were going crazy, or if he could feel it, the silent pleading of your own body to be his.

“I’m not in the mood for people.” He shrugged. “We can party here. Do you have anywhere else to be?”


“Good, I want you here with me.” He smiled.


The idea of a party often involves alcohol, loud music, and annoying people. This one had all of the above, the bubbles of alcohol buzzing in your head as you laid down. The grass was wet and it was probably a bad idea to lie on it while wearing a dress, but Harry was next to you and you were gazing at the few stars that popped up in London’s sky, so nothing really mattered.

The back of his fingers brushed against yours and you turned around to look at him. There was a boyish smile on his face, showing off his dimples as he laid on his side. His bottom lip got trapped between his teeth, and once more the intensity of his gaze was enough to leave you breathless.

“You deserve better, y’know that, right?” He said in a low voice, his minty breath fanning over your skin as you tilted your head to one side.

“Not everyone can be Harry Styles.” You shrugged, a smile curling up the corner of your lips when you peered up to be. “He’s not half as bad as Gemma makes him out to be, Harry. And it’s not that serious, anyway. I don’t wanna marry him, I just…”

“He’s a nice shag?” He smirked.

“He’s decent, and I’m not discussing my sex life with you. I’m not that drunk.”

“He cannot be a good shag.” Harry chuckled in disbelief, turning to lie on his back. The little hairs on your neck rose, looking at him as the light laughter rumbled in his belly. “First, I’ve seen his cock…”


“It’s not that impressive.”

“What were you doing looking at his…” You stopped yourself, grunting a bit as you turned around to lie on your back as well. Your arms crossed over your chest and you frowned as you looked at the stars up above you.

“His what?”


“Oh, c’mon, say it!”


“That word has to look so fucking pretty coming out of your lips. C’mon, say it.”

“You’re an idiot, Jesus.” You laughed, but still, a weird pride settled in your tummy at his words. Pretty, something looked pretty when you said it.

“Just say it!”

“His cock, Harry, his cock!”

anonymous asked:

Seeing both sides of the arguments, i think that is plausible that IH was endgame since the beginning, but we would always end in 2 scenarios. IH was planned since the beginning but poorly executed, for the detriment of boths characthers, or it wasn't and still count as detriment. I'm saying this as somebody that prefer IR because IH, legit does nothing for me. By the way, that anon, was being rude, your preferences are yours and nobody should tell you otherwise.

I’m seriously tired of the words “endgame” being thrown around in relation to Bleach. Bleach wasn’t planned. There were so many things that were raised and then dropped without leading anywhere, that were simply forgotten, or that were outright retconned out of existence. Kubo had, at best, a rough outline, and at worst, was largely making shit up as he went.


  • Soul pills were originally introduced as having been designed to force spirits out of already-dead bodies. This means revenants are a serious problem Shinigami had to deal with. Really weird that we never saw any, huh? Forgotten.
  • The Quincy were retconned from being one particular tribe of many different kinds of magic users, who were spread all over the world, to some weird anti-Shinigami who somehow commune with the divine (whatever their “God” might’ve been). Kisuke, of all people, would’ve known what they really were and had no great reason to lie—he wasn’t trying to mislead Rukia, he legitimately didn’t know at that time, because neither did Kubo.
  • Akon originally speculated that the maker of Rukia’s gigai would’ve been thrown out of Soul Society because it was simply too good and accurate—we know from the fact that Kisuke was trying to make Rukia into a human that it was basically a complete human body. In other words, Kisuke had come up with something that could turn the dead into the living and produce more life. This was summarily forgotten because Kisuke was no longer (likely) the villain and just a shady guy, and much later the Visored story was introduced to explain why he was banished.
  • Literally everything to do with the Four Great Noble Houses and their artifacts or roles was dropped and forgotten, after the appearance of the various Shihouin artifacts during the Soul Society arc. We never even got the names of the other two houses. In TYBW, Yuushirou showed up with an enormous bag of stuff to help Yoruichi, only for it all to be forgotten again.
  • Kubo literally completely forgot about the Visored and Yoruichi during the LSS arc.
  • The entire Soul King plot had zero resolution. All of its plot hooks were discarded.
  • “I leave it up to you, Kurosaki and Kuchiki.”

And on, and on, and on. Certain things (like “Shirosaki” actually being Zangetsu, and “Zangetsu” being something else) were clearly planned from the start. Other things clearly weren’t, and IH is one of those things. You know how I know? Because it was completely unsubstantiated. 

Some IH is going to pop up and go “B—B—But Orihime confessed!” Yeah, to an unconscious Ichigo, and big fucking deal? The thing about relationships is they involve relations. There was, what? Orihime trying to hang out with Ichigo and getting turned down? Eating bread with Uryuu and Chad in his room? 

There were no civil tender moments (i.e., outside of combat). There were no martial tender moments (i.e., in combat). There were no dates. There was no confession from Ichigo. There was no hug. There was no kiss. There were no longing looks. There were no deep conversations looking at the moon. There was never any indication, in any fashion, that Ichigo reciprocated her feelings. They never hung out outside of the context of supernatural bullshit. They literally did not have a relationship. (“Hurr durr, IR didn’t have a lot of that either!” some mouthbreather will interject, and let me state that I’m not substantiating IR here, I’m deconstructing IH.)

You know how I know? IH will go out of their way to prattle on about how much Orihime deserved Ichigo’s affection, because they have nothing to point to to show that he felt that way, and they know it. It’s always only ever about her, never about him.

So explain to me how something that is literally never established, and never shown, is plausibly an “endgame.”

While you think about that, I want to share with you my favorite bad novel summary. It’s a book called “Out of the Dark” by David Weber. I haven’t read it, but the description alone makes the case for it being bad.

Have you read the plot outline? Good. Notice how it’s a book about an alien invasion until suddenly vampires pop up out of nowhere and save humanity in a convenient deus ex machina to cash in on Twilight? Would you call that “endgame?” It was how the book ended! But it doesn’t really follow from the premise, does it? It’s just kind of a thing that happens to wrap things up.

Since I keep making Twilight allusions: imagine if Breaking Dawn - Part 2 ended with Blade appearing, killing everyone but Bella Swan, and then having an OT3 with her and Selene. That would certainly be an ending! You could write that! It is a thing you could do! If that was how it had actually ended, would you call that “endgame?” No, you wouldn’t, because it was never established or built toward. It would’ve just happened.

Just like IH.

A bunch of one-sided bullshit from one party with no reciprocation isn’t establishing a relationship. It’s establishing a character, i.e., Orihime. Ichigo doesn’t even come into it. If Jack jerks off to Charlize Theron, or Jane touches herself to Chris Pine, would you say that Jack and Jane are in a relationship with Charlize and Chris? No, because that would be stupid. That’s not how relationships work. They require back and forth interaction.

Which is exactly what IH never had in any kind of romantic or even intimate fashion.

So if you show me hours and hours of Jack and Jane daydreaming about Charlize and Chris, and getting their autographs, and eventually hanging out with them now and again as acquaintances, and then you suddenly skip to ten years later and they’re married and have kids and are lovey-dovey, yeah, that’s a story, I guess? If you expect me to believe it was always “endgame” I’m going to laugh in your face.

IH was some bullshit that Kubo did off-screen and shoved in our faces to blow his franchise up. The general fandom knows it. IR knows it. And IH knows it too, which is why today, a year later, they still give a fuck about convincing us how “right” they were, and how “wrong” we are: because they have absolutely nothing, and it eats them up inside, like acid in their hearts and souls. It’s why they can’t make anything worth a damn, be it art or fic, because there’s nothing to make. They can’t even connect dots; there are no dots, they gotta make it up wholesale. Because. Ichigo. Never. Cared. About. Orihime.

It wasn’t “endgame.” It was an asspull. And that’s all there is to it.

Until somebody finds me some panels that demonstrate Ichigo gives two-shits about Orihime because he’s looking at her the way he did at Rukia in chapter 151, or 423, or 459, or innumerable other examples, I do not give a single fuck about what Orihime thinks, feels, says, or does.

Those panels don’t exist, so this topic is over. Case dismissed. Don’t bring this non-recyclable trash to my courtroom again.

Prompt: Late Night Love.

Harry doesn’t really know how they ended up outside when the temperature was in single digits but he wouldn’t change it. Not for anything in the world.

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anonymous asked:

un-biased analysis on that jikook vlive in osaka of them possibly doing bro things while naked in the dark pLEASE

First of all, you asked for this

Second of all, I’m just gonna point out a few things because the whole video was just…weird and try not to shove jikook down your throats cause that’s not fun (and also because there’s no actual evidence of Jimin being in the room in the first place)

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I'm going to steal your girl

Okay well before you do that there’s something’s you should know…

She’s crazy and jealous and controlling and everything in between but that’s what I love because that’s how you know they care and are seriously terrified of ever losing you, so don’t get mad when she starts to get crazy because she just cares get mad when she stops getting jealous.

Being in love with her isn’t easy and it won’t ever be. I mean come on look at her there’s always gonna be that one slut who thinks she can take her away *cough cough you* and you’re always gonna have people complimenting her and trying to make you mad, and sometimes trust me it does get to you but. when you sit back and realize she’s yours and you get to kiss her and show her off and make love and be with her whenever you want it makes it all worth it.

Another thing, she’s the most easy and difficult to please at the same time.
She’s a cuddling person she LOVES to cuddle but she’s more a home body. I mean don’t get me wrong she loves going out and drinking and being with friends or going to the movies but she would prefer to stay in and watch movies and wrestle and be weird instead of parting which is one of my favorite things. But when she’s mad she’s mad she’ll tell you to “leave her alone” and “stop texting” her but she really means “bother me, bug me” show me you care because if you don’t she’ll think you don’t.

She’s needy af
Not saying that’s bad because it’s not also another thing I love, but she needs to be reminded that you love her, she needs to be reminded you still think she’s the most beautiful person inside and out or she starts to feel alone and unwanted and that’s the last thing that girl should feel.

Likes and dislikes.
She’s not really a chip eater nor is she a candy person but she likes watermelon sour patch and gobstoppers, she loves fruit snacks and the pretzel m & ms. she loves Powerade and green tea, she can literally drink a whole case of green tea by her self, she LOVES milk EW I know gross AF but she loves it, it makes her super sleepy so if she says she’s drinking it before bed be prepared for her to crash out with in seconds. She only likes drinking stuff from a clear cup so she can see, oh she has this baby blanket she CAN NOT sleep with out literally she can’t, she does this weird ass thing with her hands that’s puts her to sleep I know it’s weird but it’s cute when you see her do it. She doesn’t like using paper towels she likes using like rags I know that’s pretty weird too but it’s okay soon you’ll realize all these little weird things are the cutest things in the world, so you have to appreciate them. Her favorite song is runnin out of moon light by Luke Bryan. She loves her hair played with and her back rubbed big shirts and no pants. breakfast is her favorite meal and long hot showers, she loves the rain hates thunder. She’s a little complicated and will literally make her mind up and change it but also something to love.

She’s literally psycho
She’s gonna have temper tantrums and she gonna throw fit when she doesn’t get her way and when she’s mad she’s gonna be mad but she get over stuff so fast literally with in ten minutes, so let her chill and then but cute and kiss her ass but don’t tell her to chill it will make matters worse. I know she looks mean and tough but she’s the most sweetest softest huge hearted person I know she has a heart for anyone and anything and that’s what makes me love her so much more she has insecurities duh who doesn’t but reminding her always helps. She’s the most competitive person IV ever met so just let her win at something’s that’s what I do to keep her happy.

Call her babe or baby, text her randomly to tell her she’s beautiful, show up at her house with a small gift just because, make her feel like she’s the only girl in the world and will ever be. Neck kisses and being grabbed from behind are probably her most favorite things. She loves hickeys because she loves showing people she’s taken. Someone who understand who’s always and will always be there.

I know that was a lot but that’s not even half of what you think you would be getting your self into. she’s everything and nothing at the same time. how does that work? I don’t even know but I’m telling you right now this girl deserves the world and I intend to give her that.

Do You Got Room For One More Troubled Soul?

Pairing: Jeremy Heere/Michael Mell

Words: 4.247

Summary: “Stop. Buying. Things. From. Japan. You. Idiot.”

“You weren’t complaining when I showed you the hentai!” Rich protested, batting away Jake.

(Mistletoe and the squip squad’s Christmas party)

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Mon El's Feelings for Kara

I think Mon-El became aware of his romantic feelings when he and Kara were imprisoned at Cadmus together and she risked her life to save his. Maybe he found her attractive before, but at this point he got to experience her heroism and courage personally and right after that, asked Winn and Jimmy about if she was mated to anyone and about how mating customs worked on Earth.

To me, I think this indicates that his feelings are serious and his intentions are long term. While he may not know about all of Earth’s dating customs, he is usually pretty confident with girls. I don’t think he wants to just date or sleep with Kara; I think he thinks she is THE ONE. He wants to marry/mate with her for life. But he doesn’t think she feels the same way so he keeps it himself. And as he says later, he’s never felt this way about anyone else before and I don’t think he quite knows what to do. He’s terrified so he hides how he feels. I think he also thinks she has already made up her mind about him so he respects her enough not to put his feelings on her without some indication that she might feel the same.

At Thanksgiving, she becomes aware that he might be feeling something when Eliza tells her that he was being extra nice because he liked her. He made a super sweet toast to Kara, but still didn’t push his romantic feelings on her. I think this is when she started to reciprocate with her own feelings of attraction a little too but she wasn’t open to having a relationship yet so she wouldn’t have been open to receiving his affection anyway. (Side Note: I think Mon-El can read Kara way better than anyone gives him credit for but that’s a post for another day.)

Later when he was sick and they were playing Monopoly Kara asked him if he LIKED her and while he wouldn’t straight up lie, he dodged the question three times and three different ways to give the impression that he wasn’t interested. Why? He didn’t think she felt the same way and didn’t want to put himself out there or add pressure or weirdness to the situation.

It wasn’t until he was delirious with fever and thought he was going to die that he found the courage to kiss her… and he was super slow and obvious about it to make sure she was open to it. She knew what he was doing and could have dodged it if she wanted to and she didn’t. She kissed him back instead. But, when he was better again and she wanted to talk about it, he denied remembering it at all so that he didn’t have to own up to his feelings. You know he remembered because when she asked if they were going to talk about what happened between them he said, “Why, what did I do?” and when Kara didn’t tell him, they both pretended like it hadn’t happened because it was easier than facing that something was starting to develop between them.

When they start working together his little weakness started to show because he would make stupid decisions in the field in order to protect Kara instead of letting her hold her own ground - which resulted in her calling him out about kissing her when he was sick and asking him again if he liked her.

This is what finally gets him to confess. He is clearly so nervous about it and comes to her apartment tell her how he feels - because she asked that he tell her- and then he asks her if they can move forward as partners since he believes she doesn’t feel the same way. He high fives her and leaves her apartment with no expectations that she reciprocate his feelings or enter into a relationship with her after putting himself out there in an extremely vulnerable (and romantic) way. He just asks that they ignore it and move forward since he had been honest as she had asked.

And oh, the next part is so brutal. When she tells him in the bar that even if she had time to date she wouldn’t date him because of “the way that he is.” You can just hear his heart getting crushed all over the floor.. and then he just says “I’m going to go over there” in a complete panic flight move like he cannot handle being in the conversation any more because it is too painful. This is what he had been afraid of- what he had already felt deep down- that he wasn’t good enough for her and that she still couldn’t see past her first impression of him enough to give him a chance. This is part of why he didn’t tell her before- and when he confessed as she had asked, this is what he got in return. Ouch.

Kara didn’t mean to hurt him and she knew that her words came out wrong but it wasn’t until her conversation with Alex that she realized she did actually like him and wanted to give him a chance.

And by then he had moved onto Self Preservation Attempt #362 by asking Eve out - moving on with the girl who had been totally into him when he first arrived… and he can’t even make it work with her because he can’t shut up about Kara long enough for one lousy lunch date.

But in Self Preservation Attempt #363 he leads Kara to believe that he and Eve are still dating so that he doesn’t have to look like the pathetic rejected loser that he feels like inside. And this gives him the confidence to try to continue the friendship with Kara- to show up while she’s training with his confident exterior and basically call her out on avoiding him and say that he misses training with her. And when she first says she was mad because she thought he was dating Eve (revealing that she knew he really wasn’t) he completely lost his armor and got so vulnerable again and couldn’t look at her for a minute and it took him a good long while to get around to asking about why in the world she would be mad because he was too focused on the fact that she knew he couldn’t date anyone else because he was too hung up on her.

His face when Kara tells him that she doesn’t want to “woulda, coulda, shoulda” anymore is so priceless. He gets this little glimmer of hope and then as she keeps talking the glimmer gets bigger and bigger and then when she hits him with her comet eyes and says “Maybe I can have it all,” he is literally stunned speechless. And there is this moment where she finally FINALLY returns his feelings and wants to try a relationship with him, and she leans in to kiss him, and… Mr. Mxyzptlk shows up.

Mon-El acted pretty jealous and insecure with Mxy. Out of context of the rest of this romantic journey it seems completely over the top how he saw Mxy as a serious romantic threat while Kara and the audience just saw him as more of nuisance to get rid of. He also seemed threatened by how Mxy could give Kara anything she wanted at the snap of his fingers, which also seems a little over the top until you consider that he probably used to be that guy back on Daxam. Remember he told Kara he had taken a girl to the crystal planet once… he had the ability to give a girl anything or take her anywhere and impress her, and it always worked. And now he just has… himself. And he’s on pretty shaky ground regarding how Kara feels about him since she’s only barely told him she’s interested. And Mxy wants everything HE wants with Kara and puts her in a wedding dress and proposes with a big diamond on bended knee. Kara isn’t really impressed by those big displays and wants to get back to Mon-El instead but he can’t quite believe that yet and so he gets insanely jealous and tries to get rid of Mxy as fast as he can by challenging Mxy to a battle to the death for Kara’s hand - again a completely old fashioned approach that probably reflects how such things were handled on Daxam. Not only does he lose, but Kara is angry with him for getting involved and tells him AGAIN that it’s not going to work out between them. And he is crushed yet again but apologizes and respects her wishes and leaves so that she can go marry Mxy.

Post-Mxy, he comes back to her apartment only to apologize and tell her she’s awesome, but with no expectation of anything romantic happening between them. He says he’s sorry, that he was out of line and tries to leave. Kara stops him by moving RIGHT in front of him and flashes him the comet eyes again, and you can just see him trying to figure it out WHAT is going on because her body language is saying “take me now” but didn’t she just break up with him? So he takes a big breath and tries to tell her how he is listening to her and respects that she doesn’t think they belong together… until she says that she tricked him too and she really does want him after all. This poor guy. Seriously. And he keeps clarifying and clarifying until he is absolutely certain of what she wants. And only then does he kiss her and she kisses him back with equal passion and urgency, and they both finally just let go of their fears and tumble down this rabbit hole together.

anonymous asked:

i really like your blog but i was kinda disappointed to see that stuff about ace people... they're part of the community regardless of whether or not they're discriminated... and also tbh there are a lot of sexualities that simply don't get as much hate because they're not well known... as for ace people - I literally had a teacher tell my class this week that "being asexual or aromantic - those people are sick, you can't be those things and be healthy... it's an illness"... decide what you will

oh my god. Look. Okay, this is all I’m going to say on the matter:

being anything and everything outside of a cis heterosexual person is not like a free pass to the lgbt community. okay, I am an Ace person, I am ace. I am asexual. and people talking about aph*bia on here KILL ME, because at the end of the day being ace does not mean you’re lgbt. someone saying that- doesn’t mean they hate ace people?? It doesn’t! why is that so upsetting to hear? being straight ace doesn’t mean you’re lgbt, it means you’re straight ace, Why are straight ace people so Desperate to call themselves specifically LGBT??, like whats wrong with calling yourself straight ace?, 

I don’t care if you’re disappointed to see it on my blog, unfollow my blog, because I stand by this. Being straight ace doesn’t make you lgbt. And if someone who is lgbt tells someone who is straight ace that being straight ace doesn’t make them lgbt then honestly why should that bother them in the first place like?? Doesn’t mean you’re not ace? Doesn’t mean you haven’t possibly faced your own forms of exclusion as someone who is ace?? It just means you aren’t lgbt??? Why are these people so desperate to call themselves lgbt??

listen to me. being asexual IS valid. It is different and I am ace myself, I know that in being ace a person can be faced with various forms of exclusion and even manners of oppression in regards to that but that relates specifically to being asexual and it does not make someone lgbt.

the post I reblogged highlighted the fact that being asexual has never been punishable by law anywhere in the world at any given time. and that’s just true. that’s a true statement. there’s nothing wrong with wanting your identity to be accepted and understood and validated and recognized for what it is. but maybe let’s stop trying to identify it as something that it’s not??

anonymous asked:

Can you please please do a short lil continuation to the reader that sees Jesse all filled out after being gone for awhile, where she's introduced to the hero's and they're like holy shit it's just female mccree? I'm from the south and I lowkey fucking love the way you wrote the reader in that lil story

“Jesse McCree”, you growled out under your breath, managing to keep a sweet smile on your lips as you walked past a group of people. “I love you but you ‘n me are gonna mix soon as we get back to the hotel.”

Jesse snickered softly under his breath, his hand on the small of your back as he led you further into Overwatch’s Swiss campus. When the two of you had woken up that morning, he had promised to take you somewhere fun and he assured you that you would enjoy it. What he had failed to mention, was that he intended to take you back to the Overwatch base, introduce you to his new family and then take you out on that promised date. Your hands carefully smoothed down the red plaid shirt you had stolen from Jesse’s bag and fashioned into a dress, tugging it down and thanking God that you had the foresight to wear jean shorts under the makeshift outfit. Grabbing at McCree’s shirt, you stopped the man as you lifted a leg, dusting off the toe of one of your cowboy boot. Straightening up, you shot him a venomous look that could kill a copperhead, huffing in agitation.

“My nana–God rest her soul– is rollin’ in her grave Jess”, you practically whined as he began to guide you again, his arm slipping around your shoulders gently. He was pointing things out about the main Overwatch campus but the complete disregard for manners and proper behavior distracted you, pausing again and stomping your booted foot lightly. “Bringin’ me here without a gift ta give ‘em! You know that ain’t right!”

“Yer a guest Y/N”, Jesse insisted as he turned into a building and then turned down another hallway. You could see he was beginning to become a bit exasperated by your harassment but you were mortified. Whether a new neighbor, new boss, or newborn, it was tradition to bring a small gift, usually food, to say thank you or welcome. “‘Sides, don’t think Ana woulda allowed ya to. She and Reeha been harassin’ me all week ta see ya and if ya came with a gift she’d feel mighty guilty for not gettin’ ya anything. Now, you ain’t trying to upset anyone now, are ya?”

“That ain’t fair Jess”, you sighed, the irritation pulled from your sails, hands snaking around Jesse’s waist gingerly. Respecting your elders was important…So you would concede this time and try and listen as he told you about various things about the base. Thus far, you had been enjoying Switzerland thoroughly.

The food was delicious, the people were kind, sightseeing was enjoyable and getting to see Jesse was the absolute best part. He had been the perfect travel guide and romantic boyfriend, and he had been telling you about all his new friends as carefully as he could. Parts of the Swiss campus were open to the public; a museum, cafe and memorial to those lost. But it appeared that Jesse was taking you deeper into the official buildings, his keycard coming out several times as he ushered you through certain doors.

“Alright now they’re just behind this door”, Jesse said, stopping in front of a door labelled ‘Lounge’. He stood in front of you for a moment, chuckling softly at the nervous look that crossed your face, and gently stroked your cheek. You nibbled on your bottom lip as he smoothed a hand over your hair and placed a hard kiss to your forehead, easing some of the nervousness away with his tender actions. “‘M sure they’ll love ya just as much as I do sweetpea.”

Lifting your hand, you fixed the Stetson on his head so it sat properly, running a hand over his cheek and raising onto your toes to give him a small kiss.

“Yer lucky yer a looker”, you teasingly warned as you released another slow breath and setting back on the flat of your feet. You slipped your hand into Jesse’s, lacing your fingers to his and squeezing tight, giving a small nod.

He placed his hand against the electronic keypad the door sliding open to reveal a room full of people. Jesse gave your hand a gentle squeeze before ushering you in and introducing you to everyone there. Everything became a whirlwind but you committed each name and face to memory,  not wanting to forget the people that had grown precious to Jesse. There were the Amaris, Ana and Fareeha, a sweet yet sharp older woman and her mischievous little girl who Jesse treated like a little sister. Reinhardt Wilhelm and Torbjorn Lindholm, a giant, affectionate man and a gruff yet sweet smaller man. Angela Ziegler someone around your and Jesse’s age, a sweet, soft-spoken blonde.  The Lacroixs, Amelie and Gerard, polite and sociable and obviously deeply in love. Liao Shen and Olivia Mirembe hung back, kind yet to themselves. You almost threw up when meeting Jack Morrison and Gabriel Reyes, literal heroes of the world who quickly dissolved into playful banter between one another before targeting Jesse and expressing surprise at having someone crazy enough to date him. Gabriel even called him ‘mijo’ a few times, flustering the cowboy and making him blush–much to your enjoyment. It even looked like they had set up a meal for all of you to share, much to both your and Jesse’s surprise. Settling at the tables, you looked around at everyone warmly.

“Well”, you started, gently patting Jesse’s head before swiping his hat from his head and setting it on the table next to him. He shot you a look but you shot him one right back that sent a course of laughter around the table before you turned to look around as you spoke. “Since I reckon Jesse ain’t said it, I just wanted to thank y’all for takin’ him in and turnin’ him around. He’s…he’s a real good guy and I can see that y’all really do care for ‘im. Even if he ain’t got the sense God gave a goose, it’s nice ta know that there are people that really got his back. I can tell that y’all are really good people. If’n you have any trouble with him, I trust y’all ta set him straight and take of ‘im. So thank you, really from the bottom of my heart.”

“You are more than welc–”

“Woah she’s just like Jesse!”

“I know right, it’s like she’s a girl McCree!”

You blinked rapidly as you looked at a giggly Fareeha and Lena, slowly looking around the table as the rest of the table chimed in their agreements. A ruddy blush began to burn across your cheeks, rubbing the back of your neck lightly as you listened to them playfully try and imitate your and Jesse’s talking mannerism. Looking up at your boyfriend, he tried to keep the laugh down, earning a light good-natured elbow from you.

“There ain’t nothin’ wrong with the way we talk”, you exclaim, voice full of mirth and laughter as you joined them. Lifting your hand you gently wiped tears from your eyes as you nodded. Yeah, you could definitely trust them to take care of your love.

“And when I looked in his eyes, I swore I saw the stars...”

Viktor Nikiforov swore that there were moments where he’d become so lost in Yuuri’s gaze, that he wouldn’t even notice the passing of time. There were days where all he wanted to do was just stare at the beautiful man beside him. Whenever he’d become lost in Yuuri’s eyes, Viktor found it impossible to look away. And he never wanted to

He took notice to the way Yuuri’s eyes always reflected how he was feeling; even if the other didn’t openly vocalize it. For example, the way Yuuri’s eyes always sparkled whenever he was lost in deep thought. The way they became like distant and deep pools whenever Yuuri felt anxious or sad. Or, god, the way they lit up like stars whenever Yuuri smiled, or laughed. Especially when discussing a topic Yuuri loved… they would always become smaller, brighter, so full of expression and emotion, with cute wrinkles at the corners whenever Yuuri would laugh particularly hard. Viktor always knew, without Yuuri having to speak, what he was feeling. To Viktor, Yuuri had the most beautiful eyes in the world. And that’s why, for the life of him, he couldn’t understand how they’d reached this point of their conversation. 

“I wish my eyes were as beautiful as yours, Vitya…” 

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anonymous asked:

What are your top ten fluffy MakoHaru hcs? And your top ten smutty MakoHaru hcs?

This is such a hard question! There are so many things that I adore so to have to pick my favourites? That’s nearly impossible, but I’m going to try my best. Some of these things might be headcanons that some of my friends once told me and I adopted them, or headcanons that I’ve told my friends before. I’m not sure if these are really my all-time favourites but they are the things that come to mind first when I see this question. These are all my personal headcanons. They’re also in no particular order.

Fluffy headcanons:

1. Makoto proposed to Haru at their special spot (the one where they had the fight) beside the sea during the yearly festival and he was incredibly nervous. He didn’t really know why, because it wasn’t like he was afraid that Haru would turn him down, but it’s such an important moment that he can’t help but be a bit nervous. When Makoto tried to speak up, Haru spoke at the same time but he allowed Makoto to go first. So Makoto gives his little speech and goes down on one knee and pulls out the box with the ring. “Haru, will you marry me?” Makoto asked and at first Haru looked shocked before he started to laugh loudly. Makoto was a bit bewildered because he has no idea why Haru’s laughing, but Haru’s laugh is so beautiful and contagious so he can’t help but laugh as well. When Haru stopped laughing he reached inside his pocket and took out his own box, opening it to reveal a matching ring inside. “Only if you’ll marry me, too.” was his response and at that moment everything clicked together and Makoto began to laugh as well and he got up and hugged Haru tightly against his chest. Haru returned his embrace and they shared their first kiss as fiancés while the fireworks exploded behind them.

2. Lazy mornings spent in bed together are their favourite. Haru is the one who usually wakes up first and although he normally goes to take his morning bath, when they have nowhere they need to be during the day he will stay in bed and slowly run his hand through Makoto’s hair, pressing tiny kisses against his skin while he patiently waits for Makoto to wake up too. When Makoto does wake up, he’ll smile drowsily at Haru before pulling him closer, kissing his forehead while he murmurs “good morning”. They’re content just lying there for as long as they can, drifting in and out of sleep while they feel nothing but love and comfort and warmth and security enveloping them.

3. Next to a usual birthday present, they always make those coupons (one free hug, one free kiss, etc.) for each other and give them to each other for their birthday. Haru always uses all of his on his birthday, while Makoto is always really careful with them and keeps them for a long time. Haru honestly doesn’t know why, because it’s just a cute little thing they do for each other, it’s not like he won’t get a kiss if he doesn’t have a coupon for it, but Makoto still values them and Haru respects that and doesn’t question it any further. Then, when Makoto’s had a particularly rough day, he’ll come home and wordlessly walk to his bedside drawer, after which he gives Haru a coupon like “one free cuddle session on the couch” and Haru just smiles in understanding and pulls him over to the couch, where the cuddle for the rest of the afternoon. Makoto uses his coupons when he needs them most.

4. There was no big confession scene, no big moment of realisation of love, no spectacular first kiss (although I love all of those things so much and I will keep writing and consuming them for the rest of my days.) Throughout the years, their relationship naturally developed into something more, it grew with them. Their first kiss was one that they shared while they were cuddled up and watching a movie together; their eyes met and their lips were naturally drawn to each other in a sweet and chaste kiss, after which they smiled at each other before cuddling even closer together and continuing to watch the movie as if nothing had happened. Simple, natural, and familiar.

5. This is not really a headcanon since it’s half-canon but Haru is a very jealous person. There are times when Makoto gets jealous too but he’s very subtle about it. Haru is not. He can and will show everyone that Makoto is taken and that they need to back the hell off. This always results into him pouting and glaring and clinging to Makoto. Even if Makoto wished that Haru didn’t feel the need to become jealous because it’s not like Makoto even sees anyone else when he has Haru, but he can’t deny that his Haru-chan is incredibly cute.

6. They’re usually pretty discreet about PDA but they love walking hand-in-hand (and just holding hands in general) and that is usually as far as they’ll go when they’re out in public, but sometimes, if one of them is feeling bold, they’ll steal a quick kiss when no one is looking. The only exception to their rule is when they’re drunk, and Haru is a very clingy drunk. Makoto, on the other hand, is a very quiet, happy type of drunk, like he’ll just sit there and smile and let everything happen. So whenever they’re out at a party of one of Makoto’s college friends or something, Haru is half in Makoto’s lap, nuzzling his head into his chest while Makoto just smiles and lets it happen because he doesn’t have a care in the world.

7. There are moments in their daily lives when time suddenly stands still as they’re overwhelmed with how much they love each other. Like Haru will just be cooking and Makoto’s heart just skips a beat because wow, Haru is so cute and beautiful and he loves him so so much and he could practically cry because there are too much emotions to contain within him. Or Makoto has fallen asleep on the couch with his glasses on and Haru’s belly just starts tingling with butterflies because even after all these years, he’s still so in love with Makoto, he falls in love with him over and over again every single day and he realises that he’s so lucky to share a life with his best friend. Their relationship is natural and incredibly beautiful and they never fail to realise how much they love each other and how happy they are together.

8. Haru loves drawing Makoto. He has dozens of sketchbooks throughout the years that have Makoto’s image plastered all over them, in all kinds of scenarios; of Makoto swimming, of Makoto sleeping, of Makoto smiling, anything you can imagine, really. Makoto never looks at his drawings if Haru doesn’t show them to him because he respects Haru’s privacy and boundaries, but sometimes Haru does share these drawings with him and Makoto is so amazed at how incredible Haru is at literally everything he does. Haru always blushes and brushes his compliments off, but he’s secretly really happy with Makoto’s praise.

9. They love to cuddle. In bed, on the couch, in bath, it really doesn’t matter where they are as long as they get to hold each other. It’s always a bit conflicting though, because they both love being the little spoon AND the big spoon, and they can’t decide what’s their favourite; they both love being held but also holding the other. So usually they cuddle based on what mood they are in, but if they still can’t decide then they’ll just face each other, tangle their limbs together and bury their face in the other’s hair or chest.

10. Haru knows where the key to his university’s pool is and they sometimes sneak into the building at night so they can swim together without any disturbance and just the pool for the two of them. At first Makoto was scared to get caught but he eventually relaxed the more often they did it. It’s in those moments that they feel really calm, truly themselves during the hectic Tokyo life and they spend the nights swimming together, floating in together, kissing each other tenderly.

I’ll put the smutty headcanons under the cut because this is getting longer than I anticipated.

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Hi, I know you're not taking prompts, so feel free to ignore me.. but I'm in love with my best friend and she just got a boyfriend, so I was wondering if you could write about Alex and maybe Maggie too comforting a baby gay teenager about something like this? That would mean so much to me. Also, you're incredible, all the love and advice you give out on this page, we're all so grateful for you

He does what he always does.

He hears about a sad baby queer from his old high school, and he takes the train back to National City as soon as he gets out of physics lab, and he picks them up and takes them to dinner at Maggie’s.

Mags, I’m bringing a newbie over tonight. They’re all messed up because their best friend just got herself a man. They’re gay as all hell for this girl and they really, really, realllllly like pizza.

Maggie smirks when she reads it and forwards it to Alex.

I guess it’s pizza tonight, babe. Ade’s bringing a kid over – that okay?

Of course it’s okay. 

Of course it’s okay, because the whole gay thing might be wildly new to Alex, but she’s taken to it like she takes to everything: intently. Studiously. Full-bodied and wholehearted and no looking back.

And a huge part of her coming out was Maggie, was Adrian, helping her through it, teaching her, showing her, helping her… love her.

And Alex Danvers is about nothing if not giving back.

So she and Maggie have taken to faux-adopting all the queer kids – Adrian calls them strays, and says they should all get jackets as Maggie and Alex chuckle about their apartments being the Island of Misfit Toys, and laugh even further when Adrian is too young to get the reference – that Adrian brings home with him.


Their home.

Open. Always.

So it’s pizza night and J’onn lets Alex off early with a soft smile and a gentle hand on her shoulder: I’m proud of you, Alex, he tells her, and she could cry with relief, because it wasn’t too long ago she was terrified that being a lesbian would make her a… disappointment. Somehow.

But her space father’s eyes are shining, and the slight breeze feels amazing, if not a little harsh, whipping over her riding gear as she speeds her Ducati home.


Adrian and Maggie are already there – already home – already cracking open bottles of root beer and laughing about something or other with a curvy, cautiously beaming teenager with a fade and perfect eyeliner and a dimpled smile.

Alex hugs Adrian and kisses Maggie – awwwwwwwww, Adrian sing-songs, and Maggie reaches over to give him a soft shove without opening her eyes, without taking her lips off of Alex’s – and, when they’re done – finally, Adrian giggles, and it’s Alex who fake-shoves him this time, but the teasing gesture doesn’t disguise her blush – Alex holds out her hand to the new kid.

“Hey, I’m Alex,” she offers, and the kid takes her hand almost eagerly.

“Em,” they say, and Alex grins. 

“A good name,” she affirms, and Em beams as they lean into Adrian with excitement.

Sometimes, with the kids Adrian brings over, it only takes minutes before they break down, before they cry, before they bare their souls and beg for healing that the rest of the world refuses to give them.

And other times, most of the night is about fun, is about forgetting, is about living in a world they want to live in, if only just for one night, to sustain them, to get them through, to give them hope.

Tonight is a combination.

Because Em laughs at Adrian’s terrible jokes and they even laugh at Alex’s worse ones, but they all catch them with their eyes glued to their phone, always eager for a text, always sad when there, inevitably, isn’t one.

“She used to text all the time, huh?” Adrian asks when everyone’s just about done with pizza, just about ready for Alex and Maggie to bicker about vegan ice cream.

Em’s spine stiffens.

“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want, I’m sorry,” Adrian starts, but Em shakes their head and fidgets with the hem of their sweater dress, with the collar of the shirt that they’re wearing under it.

“No, we can, I just… I don’t wanna bring down the mood.”

Maggie leans forward and shakes her head. “Danvers here is about to start insulting my dessert choices, Em: trust me, it’s not you who’s gonna bring down the mood.”

Em chuckles and nods, chewing the inside of their cheek, chewing on their words.

“I have this friend. This best friend. She’s been my best friend since we were ten. So, forever. Jessica, her name is. And she was there for me when I came out as gay, and she used my pronouns right away when I came out as genderqueer, and we used to… we used to talk all the time, text all the time… And she just got a boyfriend, and I’m an ass – sorry, can I say that? – because I should be happy for her, right?”

Em’s voice squeaks, and Maggie hesitates with her hand slightly above Em’s knee. Em nods and Maggie puts her hand down and squeezes supportively.

“And I am, she seems… he’s a nice guy, you know, but I’m such a jerk, because I love her, I’ve been in love with her since forever, and I should be happy for her, but now when we talk, it’s all about him, him, him, and I try to be supportive and all that, you know, but it’s killing me. It’s killing me, it literally feels like… I don’t know. I’m not trying to be overdramatic. I’m sorry. We don’t have to talk about me, I’m sorry, I – “

“Hey, hey, no, you’re okay. This is why Adrian brings all the baby queers here. You’re okay,” Maggie tells her, and Em accepts the napkin Adrian passes them to wipe their eyes.

“And you’re not being selfish, you know,” Alex chimes. “I used to…” She chews on her own cheek and stares at the table for a moment, collecting her words, her thoughts, her traumas. “I used to think the entire world rode on how much I devoted my life to my little sister. And I still do: devote my life to her. But before, it was… I thought that meant I couldn’t ever do anything for me. Feel anything. For me. I would push my feelings down because it was all about making her happy, only about that… and the balance is hard. I’m still figuring it out. But these two clowns help.”

“Oohh, don’t Alex, you know how I feel about clowns.”

“You and Winn should form a support group.”

Em and Maggie exchange a silent giggle at Adrian and Alex’s quips.

“But really, Em,” Alex turns her attention back to the new kid. “You’re allowed to be hurt. You’re allowed to be in pain. Not that she’s doing anything wrong, this Jessica girl, but you’re allowed to have feelings. And if you want to, you’re allowed to talk to her about them. She’s still your best friend, you know?”

“Is your sister still your best friend?” Em wants to know, terror in their voice.

“Yeah. Yeah, she is. And it’s different, obviously, you being in love with Jessica, but listen. It’s literally my job to figure out people’s strengths and weaknesses, basically just from looking at them. And you, Em? You’re made of strength. It’s going to be hard, getting through this. But you will. I promise.”

Maggie beams softly at her girlfriend and nods toward Adrian.

“Ade’s been gaga over his best friends more than once, and somehow he’s still in one piece.”

Adrian puts a dramatic hand over his heart, and the other over his forehead. “Barely. No but really, Em, Alex and Maggie are right. You’re gonna get through it: you’re not by yourself. Okay?”

Em breathes and looks from their surrogate older brother to their new queer moms, understanding and pride and faith resonating in each of their eyes.

They nod slowly, until a soft smile creeps onto their face.

“So. Vegan versus regular ice cream, huh?”

“Oh my god, now you’ve done it, they’re never gonna stop.”

And they don’t. But somehow, watching them laugh and tease and giggle and kiss is all the hope Em needs.

In an ideal world I would have written this post yesterday, but I’m afraid my schedule just didn’t allow it.

I’ve continued to receive a lot of asks about the drama from the other day, so I’ve complied a bit of a FAQ under the cut.

The blogger you were attacking never said any of what you’re claiming she said!

Hello friends, I would invite you to improve your reading comprehension, because I literally never made ANY claim about any blog saying anything at all.

I responded to an anon I got, asking my opinion about a terrible TERRIBLE idea and went on a rant about it. I said phrase that went on to cause a tremendous shitstorm (though frankly I still don’t know why), “don’t be a cunt”.  I made a few other posts, because I was ANGRY at the fucking entitlement and stupidity of an idea like that, and answered another ask, making it clear I was talking about the anons doing the rounds, and that I had no idea which blog was supposedly saying what. Then I went and had a highly ineffective rage-shower.

During my rage-shower, I was inundated with messages claiming that a particular blog, the one you’re referring to, was the source of the boycott, and was encouraging other people not to buy Harry’s album. I went to her blog and found absolutely nothing of the sort. What I saw was her answering a series of anons saying about people saying they weren’t going to buy the album, and her answering that people should do what they’re comfortable with.

What I ALSO saw was saw her flipping her shit at me in response to my posts, about my anger, my choice of word, and the way I was apparently telling people how to spend their money, and ~enforcing consumerism~. What I don’t particularly understand is why, knowing that she wasn’t encouraging a boycott, she thought my posts about people who were planning a boycott were about her, when obviously they weren’t. She was particularly upset that I was apparently personally calling her a cunt. Which again, I wasn’t. I was raging at a terrible idea, not at an individual, and anyone who actually read my blog as this was happening would have seen that.

I continued to get anons saying that I was targetting her, and telling me to apologise, because she hadn’t said what I said they were saying - I even replied to another ask saying again that it wasn’t about her, and that I had been responding to the barrage of anons that I was seeing across multiple blogs, but that having seen her response to me, now I was pretty annoyed at her.

My inbox continued to explode, it was 3:30am, I went to bed. Things continued to get messy.

It’s a real pity she now has me blocked, because I went to write her a chat message yesterday clarifying that that I absolutely was not calling her a cunt in those posts, and to say that I could see that she was dealing with as many idiots with failing reading comprehension as I was, and to apologise that some arseholes had been taking on themselves to send her anon hate on my behalf. It’s a shame I can’t do that now, especially because we used to be mutuals. 

There wasn’t even a boycott planned, it was just anons running from blog to blog, causing chaos. You overreacted to something that doesn’t exist!

Firstly a reminder that I was very clear that I was specifically replying about the anons that were going around. Secondly, we’ve all seen the way that ideas, both good and bad, spread very VERY quickly through this fandom. In a very sad way, it doesn’t actually matter what the original message was, or was intended to be, because it’s the way it’s interpreted and the way that interpretation echoes through the fandom that really makes an impact. 

No, it wasn’t a formal boycott with an official blog and a twitter hashtag… because it was still only a new idea. If left unaddressed, I’m pretty certain it wouldn’t have taken long for the “Support Louis and End Babygate by Boycotting Harry Styles’ Album" bullshit to snowball into actual fandom chaos. (Granted, I didn’t think opposing it would have caused the fucking meltdown that followed, but still.)

I think it’s important to take a loud stance against an outrageously terrible formative idea, the second it rears its ugly head, because prevention is better than cure, and I’m going to keep doing that. If you don’t like that about me, or have a completely different view of what is or isn’t a bad idea that deserves shouting down, then you’re more than welcome to unfollow, I’m not holding anyone here against their will. 

You shouldn’t have used a misogynistic slur!

Some of you are spectacularly upset by my use of the word “cunt.”  To you, I say “whatever man, it’s just a word.” It’s a swear word NOT a slur. It’s a fucking BODY PART, it can’t be a slur. I have one, some of you have one, whatever. I could have used literally any other swear word and it would have had the same meaning and purpose. I might have said “fucking idiot”, or “ridiculous twat”, or “tremendous dickhead”, or “unstoppable moron”, or “sad waste of carbon”, or literally any other word or phrase designed to make the point of “terrible idea is terrible and anyone who encourages this terrible idea is also terrible.”

If you’re fixated on the word “cunt” more than you are upset at the idea that some people (and again, by that I mean some anons) were trying to peddle around the idea that we should punish Harry for a situation that he’s already suffering through, then quite frankly, you’re just cherry-picking shit to be offended about and WILDLY missing the point, and I don’t have any wish to associate with you.

You can’t tell people what do to with their money!

You’re right. You’re welcome to do whatever you want with your own money, I can’t spend it for you. But here’s the thing:

If you weren’t ever planning on buying Harry’s album because his music isn’t to your taste, or he’s never been one of your favourites, that’s completely fine. You do you, I probs won’t buy Niall or Liam’s albums and I definitely didn’t buy Zayn’s. You are not obligated to support all of the members of One Direction equally, that’s not what being a fan is about.

If you weren’t planning on buying Harry’s album because you’ve been disengaged with the fandom and it doesn’t bring you any joy any more, that’s completely fine. You don’t have to stay at the party if you’re not having fun, and no one is asking you to.

If you weren’t planning on buying Harry’s album because your financial situation doesn’t allow it, that’s completely fine. Obviously real world stuff like food and rent are more important that paying for music that you can’t afford right now, and if you want to support the album, there are still ways you can be involved that don’t cost money, like streaming, tweeting radio stations, and spreading awareness on your blog.

If you weren’t planning on buying Harry’s album because you want to boycott Sony because of the historically shit things that they’ve done then that’s fine… as long as you’re legitimately boycotting EVERY SINGLE Sony artist (and there are a lot of them), and not just Harry. I also hope you then start doing your research, because all music labels have been and will continue to be, terrible to their artists in favour of profit margins. There’s no such thing as a Fairtrade music record label, so if this is your stance, then I hope you’re prepared to almost exclusively listen to unsigned artists for the duration of your niche stubborness.

If you like Harry and his music, but you’re not going to buy his album in order to somehow ~force~ the people running babygate to end it, then I’m sorry, but you’re a fucking idiot. Harry is more affected by babygate than you, as a fan and an outsider, ever will be. Louis is his partner of nearly 7 years, and they go through everything together. Babygate might have targetted Louis, but because they are support system, they’re BOTH suffering through it.

To shun Harry’s creative imput, the album he’s said he’s worked really hard on, that he’s immensely proud of, that he feels represents himself and the things he’s never said before, because babygate hasn’t ended yet is to punish Harry for the specifics of his and his partner’s forcible closeting. Boycotting Harry to end babygate is like fucking to support abstinence and if this is your plan then you’re an dipshit. Don’t be a fucking dipshit.

You’re right, I sent that blogger an ask telling them they’re being a cunt.

Don’t. Fucking. Do that.

Aside from the topics covered in “The blogger you were attacking never said any of what you’re claiming she said!”, never EVER send bullying messages to someone on my behalf. NEVER use my words to attack someone and actually read what someone has actually said before you accuse them of a thing.

If you don’t like what someone is saying on their blog, unfollow. If you don’t follow someone, then why are you bothered by what they’re saying?  Don’t @ people, and don’t send poisonous anon messages to people. Literally what the fuck is wrong with you?

You’re not a nice person

Things I claim to be: outspoken, passionate, sometimes generous, loud, intelligent, obnoxious, witty (but significantly too pleased with myself about it), unbearable

Things I have never once in my life claimed to be: nice

You’re a cunt

You’re welcome to dislike me, but again, you’re not going to offend me by your use of that word, because it’s just a word. I mean, I’m still going to block you, for being the sort of person who sends anon hate, but please be aware that you don’t have the capacity to hurt my feelings.

3.0 | a good way (theater au! joshua)

you would be best friends, always.  nothing would ever come between the two of you, right?

wc. just under 8.8k (whoopS) | fluff, angst, it’s all here | dedicated to my sweet choco ( @choco-seventeen ) for supporting me while writing and basically becoming this fic’s second mom

It was strange.  Weird.  Practically unfathomable and there must be some kind of mistake.  The play had those two characters as romantic leads.  The ones who slowly turn to look at each other, catch the starry glint in the other’s eye before slowly leaning in, before slowly closing their eyes, before slowly feeling their heartbeat accelerate because oh heavens this is it—before slowly kissing each other for the first time with such tender passion some members of the audience start to cry.

Those roles were not ever meant for the ones who have been friends since seventh grade, where one of them accidentally tripped and tossed their lunch all over the other, rendering the former an apologetic mess and the latter slightly smelling of garlic for the rest of the day.  Not for the ones who stayed up far too late binge watching whole seasons of anime because they finally turned in that big project and it’s in fate’s hands now.  Definitely not friends who are each other’s best friends, always.  Never them.

But when the director swings back to the two of you, the mischievous and excited glint in his eye is unmistakable.  His giddiness even bubbles over and he repeats himself, happily gazing between you and the best friend of 6 years standing beside you.  "Joshua, [Y/N], you’ll be the best two leads this stage has ever seen.“

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@time-unwinds-slowly Don’t even get me STARTED

This game has the pacing of a fucking freight train. Not only does it dump piles and piles of utterly useless information on you, it does so for MINUTES. With NO GAMEPLAY. It’s just TWO PEOPLE TALKING on a screen without any movement, engagement, or interest.

And I would be fine with this. I really would. I can take heavy handed exposition with a grain of salt. But that’s only if I care about it. This game sets up its world ridiculously poorly. It doesn’t give me reason to care about the fate of either of the two countries, and doesn’t enforce the differences between the two. In Fates, Nohr and Hoshido were two clear, distinct worlds, with different slang, different clothing styles, and different game mechanics to press this. This is the same with Awakening, where the countries were at least distinct by their character design and goals. Zofia and Rigel do not have these things. The countries never feel separate or relevant a lot of the time, the only clear difference I see being that Rigel was more religious (Or was it Zofia? If I’m being honest, I don’t even remember what side Celica was fighting for), and that “Rigel is cold” compared to Zofia. Everything else is literally TOLD to you by a NARRATOR, one of the huge nos in movie making and story writing, without being that enforced in the game elsewhere

The characters in my opinion are the thing that’s most offensive about the game (and not politically lol, just as in something it did wrong). This game is marketed with the notion that having no supports in a Fire Emblem game is more realistic, and therefore better, but all it does is strip the characters down of any depth or potential they might have. These characters are incredibly dry, barely written, and nothing quite as magnetic as we’ve seen from the other fire emblem characters in recent years, even with hours of fully voiced dialogue. It’s bad, really bad, and I found myself not caring or being invested in any of the plot because of this. The only good, dynamic, and developed character was Berkut, who literally wasn’t even in the original Fire Emblem Gaiden and added later. It’s a major weak spot that was supposed to be a selling point, and it’s lack of good characters weighed heavy on the game as a whole.

Lastly I gotta rant about the character design real quick. Not only was it flat and uninspired, it’s use of muted colors and unoriginal design really put the already dull characters at an even greater disadvantage. This game may not have the stiffing amount of fan service that Awakening or Fates did, but all it did was give us boring, flat character design that’s easily forgettable (Except for the Saint class design. That was amazing.) This unfortunately, is due primarily to the fact that Kozaki was not a part of the production team, and since he’s a genius when it comes to character design and meaning in character design (minus the fanservice), his absence is tangibly felt.

All I’m going to say to wrap things up here is that this game may have been great in its hay day, but it’s outdated, and that can be felt extremely clear here. There’s a reason Gaiden itself only sold around 300,000 copies, and there’s a reason that the franchise as a whole was starting to fade before Awakening came. Awakening and Fates are stories more suited for a modern era of gaming, with exciting, engaging and layered characters you want to invest into. Echoes doesn’t have this, and it suffers because of it.

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry you suffer from depression. I do too.. For over 12 years now.. I'm going to the doctor for the first time soon.. Scary. You make a lot of people very happy by posting on the internet. You give me hope that depression wont always define me.

Reading this literally brought tears to my eyes. Thank you so much for your bravery and your words. 

No your depression does NOT define you, even if it is a part of you. You are YOU, and you are so much more than that fleshy computer interface we call a brain. 

I mean, our brains our important, but they are an important tool. They are the interface that allows us to control our bodies and interact with the world around us. They are the processing unit that interprets data and sensory input, and enables us to make sense of that data. Much like the way that a computer allows us to receive and process data, and interact with others through the internet. 

But just like silicon computers, our soft fleshy computers don’t always function the way we want. When my computer tries to process too much data, it slows down and sometimes even crashes. Sometimes the trackpad on my laptop works great, and other times (for seemingly no reason) it doesn’t respond at all. There are keys that stick, and programs that run unnecessarily in the background. It is far from perfect. 

And my brain is the same way. Buttons stick, programs don’t run properly, processing power is spent on the wrong priorities, and input signals get distorted. 

Now whether a computer is technological or biological, it makes total sense to seek assistance and try to resolve any detrimental issues that are holding us back. And when we do seek help, IT IS NOT A REFLECTION OF WEAKNESS OR FAULT. 

Think about it. Imagine that your computer started running slow, or your sound card started skipping, or certain programs kept crashing. Now imagine that you decided to take that computer in to be looked at by a professional for some help. Is there shame in that? 

Now maybe there are some people who don’t understand. People who look at your computer and say, “It looks to me like everything is running fine!” Maybe those people are even trying to be supportive. But they don’t use your computer every single day. YOU DO. And it’s important to trust yourself. 

Brains are wonderful tools, but they are tools. And that tool does not define who you are any more than the computer or phone that you’re using to read this on. 

Admittedly, this response has gotten a lot longer than I intended, but I hope my message isn’t lost in all my rambling. In case it is, I’ll sum it up below… 

I am 100% glad that you are taking steps to seek help with your depression. I’m proud of you, and I hope it’s the beginning of some healthy changes. You are wonderful, and you are SO MUCH more than your depression and your symptoms. 

And I’m also really glad that you sent me this message. I try really hard to be honest about my own depression (and other brain IT issues) in the hopes that others might feel they don’t need to hide theirs either. I’m thrilled to know that for you, it helps.