this took so much more effort than it should have omg

Want to rig a card game so you'll win, then insist we play it every time? We'll see about that...

LTL, FTP, etc. I apologize already if I don’t get the formatting right.

This happened several years ago.

I spent most of my time with a relatively small, fairly close-knit group of friends (about 10-12 people). We hung out together probably once a week or so at someone’s house, but not everyone showed up every time, so it was usually 6-8 people each time.

I enjoyed the company of most of these people very much, but I couldn’t stand one guy for many reasons (keep reading - you’ll understand some of them).

Let’s call him David (obviously not his real name).

I’d say most of the people I spent time with were of about average intelligence, maybe even a bit above that (stick with me, this is mildly important for the story).

David, however, had an amazing brain. Picture a mind like Sheldon Cooper from the Big Bang theory, but without the scientific - or really any major - success (mostly because David smoked way too much pot, but that’s not the point here).

For context, I’m also above average in intelligence, but not on David’s level (I’ll give him that).

Our group of friends would often play board games or card games together into the late hours of the night. I began to notice a  pattern emerge whenever David was with us - he would always insist upon playing a specific card game, so we would indulge him (we played other games if someone asked,too).

I’m not sure how many people are familiar with this game, but David called it “Slap Jack”. Basically, for those who don’t know, people sit in a circle with stacks of cards in their hands and toss a card in the middle, and then the next person does the same.  Anytime two cards match (like two 3s in a row) OR if a jack comes up, the first person to slap a hand down on the pile gets to keep it. If you slap your hand down when you shouldn’t (it’s not a match to the prior card or a jack), you have to give up all but three of the cards still in your hand. You continue the game as long as you want or until one person has all the cards and they win.

Sounds simple, right?

The big thing was that David went out of his way to create rules to “make sure no one has an unfair advantage” (he would repeat this phrase many times every time we played). His rules were things like you have to put your card down a certain way, you can’t sit a certain way, etc.

OK, whatever. No one objects and everyone wants a fair game.

As we play this game a few times, I begin to notice that David is regularly winning the game - far too regularly for it to be random. No one else is picking up on it and then the game is over and David has won again.

So the next time David insists we play and once again reiterates the rules to “make sure no one has an unfair advantage”, I start watching him more intently but without making it obvious.

I want to find out how he’s winning so much, and soon the answer reveals itself. David’s hand goes out to slap down when a jack hits the board BEFORE he could possibly have seen that the card was even a jack. Still, it was a jack, so he gets to collect the entire pile beneath it. It happens again - and again. He knows what is coming before it arrives.

David loved playing this game because he was memorizing the order of the cards, giving himself an advantage over everyone else.

Normally I wouldn’t care. The guy was going the extra mile to win, so be it. I admire that kind of effort in many cases.

BUT…This was different, because DAVID was the one who designed many rules of this game “to make sure no one has an unfair advantage” Yet that’s exactly what he had, and why he was winning so much.

THE PETTY REVENGE:

Instead of calling him out, I decided to use my newfound knowledge against him.

As we continued to play, I slapped down on a match and won a big stack of cards (David didn’t get them all, just more than everyone else due to his memorization). As the game continued, I used subtle motions to shuffle the cards in my hands as much as I could.

It took a bit, but you can guess what happened next. David slapped down WAY too quickly on what he thought would be a jack coming from my hands - but it wasn’t a jack. I loudly point out his slapping down when he shouldn’t and how he has to give up all but three of his cards.

Still, David made this revenge even better.

“That was supposed to be a jack!” he shouted in anger.

“And you’re supposed to slap when you see it IS a jack!” I said loudly, to laughter from everyone.

I saw realization come over David’s face, and his fire-spitting rage turned to me.

“You’re NOT supposed to shuffle your cards!” he roared.

“Why would that matter?” I asked, smiling back at him. “Matter of fact, I think we should ALL shuffle our cards every time we collect them.”

Then I lay it on him.

“You know, in the interest of making sure no one has an unfair advantage.”

As David’s eyes shot daggers at me when he realized exactly what I’d done, everyone in the group quickly agreed with me and he couldn’t possible object because of his own mantra.

The game continued with EVERYONE shuffling their cards, ruining his advantage of memorizing the order. Surprise, surprise - David didn’t win this time.

Funny, when our group got together after that, David never again insisted upon playing his formerly favorite card game.

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First off, i just wanna say thank you so much to everyone for all the super nice and encouraging notes! It always makes me to happy to see that my work is making people happy and your notes really help to motivate me to do my best at this comic!

Yep!!! That manga is one of my favorite things in the whole world so it really really influenced my comic.


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Okay since it was bought up let’s do a list of Ron being a Good Friend to Hermione- despite all their Romantic Drama ™ he also always 100% had her back and did some truly amazing and sweet things. This is all just from memory and I haven’t read the books in years (though I read them so many times when I was a kid I basically have them memorized)

-We start with their Friendship Origin moment- Ron was very visibily uncomfortable and guilty when Hermione overheard him complaining about her, especially when he heard she was crying over it. Even if the troll thing hadn’t happened, he probably would have apologized. The troll thing did happen though, and like Harry, he immediately rushed to her rescue despite not getting on with her.

-Of course, there’s the time he just straight up attacked Malfoy for calling Hermione a slur, despite having a broken wand. But since Hermione didn’t really understand what had happened, he also took the time explain the whole thing to her and Harry while vomiting up slugs, and was still super angry about it to the point where he started ranting and ignoring that he was throwing up slugs. He explained it in a way that made it clear Malfoy’s views were disgusting bullshit too.

-He was so upset over her being petrified that he willingly faces down his Confirmed Worst Fear just in hopes on getting some information that could help her and stop the person who’s doing this. And yes, the books make it very obvious he is doing this for Hermione- when Harry says they should follow the spiders to the FORBIDDEN FOREST FULL OF MONSTERS, Ron is visibly terrified, but then looks over at Hermione’s empty seat and agrees. He is near catatonic with fear near spiders and it was definitely one of the the worst experiences of his life,but he did it.

-Third year, he was the one most visibly concerned about her immense workload. Part of his fixation on it was wondering how she was even taking several classes at the same time in the first place, but he was also clearly concerned that she was overexerting herself- he told her multiple times that it was a Bad Idea. He seemed concerned about this even when they weren’t speaking to each other and kept bringing it up to Harry.

-The part the movie infamously changed. You know, when Snape calls Hermione and know-it-all, bullying her in front of the class and driving her near tears, so Ron stands up and screams at him “You asked a question and she knew the answer! Why are you asking if you don’t want to know!?” He got several detentions for this. 

-When he sees Hermione is struggling a lot with helping Hagrid with Buckbeak, he feels guilty and this is what spurs him to make up with her. He then pretty much takes on the entire workload of looking up stuff to help Buckbeak because Harry and Hermione have too much on their plates. This is despite the fact he really hates busywork.

-When he sees that Death Eaters are on the loose at the cup, his mind immediately jumps to concern for Hermione and protecting her from being targeted.

-When Malfoy calls Hermione a slur again and also basically says the Death Eaters are coming for her next, Ron has to be physically restrained from attacking him and dragged away. This is while people are rioting and setting shit on fire around them.

-When Harry and Malfoy get in the fight and a spell hits Hermione, Ron is the first one to run over and try to help her. He is completely focused on helping Hermione more than anyone else- when Snape comes in and starts lecturing Harry, he interrupts him and is like “OKAY BUT CAN YOU STOP AND LOOK WHAT MALFOY DID TO HERMIONE SHE NEEDS TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL WING OKAY”. Snape takes that opportunity to insult her appearance, once again driving her to tears, and once again Ron’s response is GO OFF on Snape and call him what is implied to be an impressive variety of curse words (Harry joins in on this and even though they are in a fight with each other at the moment they are both Briefly United in Their Mutual Love For Their Friend Hermione and honestly is is such an underrated friendship moment) (They both get detention)

-Is the one most visibly concerned that Hermione’s crusade against Rita Skeeter will lead to her getting hurt.

-There are a couple times throughout the books when he’ll compliment her without even realizing it because he’s just saying what he Knows to Be Fact and they’re always pretty adorable. One time she’s lecturing him and saying “well I was able to do this so why can’t you etc” and his response is to exasperatedly be like “Of course you can do it, you’re brilliant,” and she gets all happy about it even though he saw it as just stating the obvious. Basically, there are multiple times he lets slip how highly he regards her without realizing it. He’ll sometimes also let slip that he listens to her pretty closely even if he pretends he doesn’t.

-If Hermione’s crying, he’ll generally make the most effort to comfort her (Harry is too awkward to deal with people crying).

-He makes an active effort to compliment her, listen to her more and comfort her more in seventh year. This is partly because he read a book that gave him the amazing, shocking advice of “girls like being listened to and complimented” but it clearly also goes beyond that, as his complements quickly become genuine and are generally more focused on “omg you’re so smart look at you saving us again” than pick-up artist stuff. 

-famously, completely fucking loses it when she is tortured, sobbing and screaming and trying to break the walls down with his bare hands and all.Takes on Bellatrix Lestrange in his rampage to rescue her. Stays by her side afterwards and helps her walk etc.

Basically, yeah, Ron is pretty attentive and supportive of Hermione and the stuff she deals with too, even if he downplays it.

So since Teen wolf is ending i decide to put my top CLASSIC STEREK FANFIC REC

This is fanfics that i always loved, and go way back I think all of then are from 2012-2013? i dont remember the name of all my favs, because i didnt have an ao3 account and was terrible with names, but here it is:

Gravity’s Got Nothing on You

“Three weeks,” Derek says.

“Still don’t want to,” Stiles says.

“I’ll pay you,” Derek says, and that… that has Stiles interested. Alf’s Antique’s may be a great job, but it’s not a high-paying job, and half of Stiles’s tuition is coming from financial aid, so…

“How much,” Stiles asks, “are we talking here? Because I know your family, dude. And it’ll be kind of awkward after.“

“My family thinks you’re some sort of fucking gift to the world,” Derek seethes, like he’s jealous, “they’ll probably be pissed at me when we break it off, so don’t worry about that. Five hundred bucks.”

“A thousand,” Stiles says, because screw ethics. Also, the Hale family is loaded. Derek can deal.

- This one was my first long fanfic that i enjeyd, it is so worth it, and fake pretend relantionship

There is a Brotherhood   

So far, college has taught Stiles three things:

1) Eight am classes are cruel and unusual and should be avoided at all costs, even if it means having to enroll in something truly hideous instead, like Econ 101.

2) Dorm security is just as tight as Stiles’ orientation leader had promised it would be, and the dude guarding Scott’s dorm in particular does not respond well to bribes.

3) Mrs. McCall clearly had no clue what she was talking about when she’d insisted that Scott and Stiles needed to branch out and room with strangers, so it’s all her fault that Scott ended up with a total dick of a roommate and Stiles got stuck all the way across campus with some guy who has a girlfriend two towns over and is thus never around.

Or, the one where pledge brothers Stiles and Scott start a prank war with Derek Hale’s fraternity.

- This is just one of the funnist fanfics i ever read

Just Act Normal

If someone had told Stiles back in high school that he would be an Oscar winning actor by the time he turned 25, he would’ve probably told Scott to punch them. The thing is, though…they would’ve been right.

Which makes returning to Beacon Hills, center of all that is supernatural and better left avoided, all the more awkward.

- This one i toke some time to read, because i didnt see stiles was an actor but it always showed up in rec lists and i give up and read and OMG it is so great, actor!stiles totally became a headcanon

Fly a Little Faster  

Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn’t step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?

Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That’s easy as pie, right? Right?

-This fits canon so well that it is amazing, and the speed that mirrorkill took to post this alway amazed me

Permanent Fixture

Derek is Scott’s older brother. Stiles is Scott’s best friend. Derek is falling in love with Stiles. This is a bit of a problem. 

- This is another one that took me a while to read, because scott and derek brothers wtf? BUT I LOVE IT, and those who like doctor who it is mandatory ;)

Cupboard Love

He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain.

If that’s Derek Hale, he’s definitely not a mountain man.

- Cute and adorable, what more can I say

Fireman Derek’s Crazy Pie [Cheeseburger Baby]

“He can’t blame me for the fact that I live in a building full of people united in the singular effort to ogle Hot Fireman as often as humanly possible.“

Laura laughs, loud and echoing in the empty restaurant.

"Hot firemen can make a girl do crazy things,” she agrees, nodding towards her brother’s name on the menu. “Derek won’t let me date anyone from his company, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the eye candy.”

“Send them my way,” Stiles suggests, finally loading up a forkful of pie. “Apparently I’m incompetent enough that I need to be babysat at all times, because it would be cheaper than dispatching a truck every time I try to use a kitchen appliance.”

- This one is super funny and adorable

Sourwolf Candy    

When the Sourwolf Candy franchise offers a $10,000 annual scholarship to the school of the winner’s choice, Stiles jumps at the chance to enter. It doesn’t matter that the other prizes are a day with one of the Hales and a lifetime supply of Sourwolf Candy. The sacrifices are worth it, because if there’s one thing that Stiles hates more than Sourwolf Candy, it’s Derek Hale.

So of course he has to spend a day with the guy who made the catchphrase ‘Don’t be such a Sourwolf’ popular: Sourfaced Derek Hale himself.  If he doesn’t, he doesn’t get his scholarship money.

Derek just wants a little sugar.  Or a lot of sugar, as the case may be.

A whole case of sugar.

(He stress-eats sugar, ok?)

- Stiles has the biggest crush of the universe, really babe

Hello, Heartbreaker

It’s a popular joke among Alphas: fuck an Omega, get heartbreak on your hands. Omegas are fragile little emotional things, needy and whiny. Stiles refuses to become that, or to believe that he’s anything like that.

Stiles and Derek have been fuckbuddies for a while when Derek loses his memories of the past three years - and them - in an accident. (Also - everyone’s a werewolf, and everyone’s alive.)

- First fanfic i ever heard about Mpreg, it is just mentioned, but it was a shock hahah

hope is the thing with feathers

Stiles is ten when he saves the Hales from their burning home and Derek from a wolfsbane bullet, and this establishes a pattern that seem to continue indefinitely.

“Then he’s facing a burning home, and he wraps the hood of his sweatshirt around his mouth before he pushes the door open and steps inside. There’s Mr. Hale asleep - he hopes asleep - on the couch, next to - Stiles thinks that’s his brother but there are so many Hales, who can keep track. He rushes over and starts shaking him, can see the rise and fall of the man’s chest so he knows he’s alive, but he’s not waking up.
He shoves away his hood so he can shout, "Mr. Hale! You have to get up, there’s a fire! Mr. Hale, get up!” Nothing, he’s not even twitching, both of them taking in deep even breaths like they’re having the most peaceful of rests, and Stiles is going to cry. “Wake up, wake up, wake up!”
There’s a moment, where all Stiles can hear is the blood rushing in his ears and not the roar of the flames or the creak of wood, then with a violent, silent pop it’s all back and both of the men are gasping awake, eyes open and jumping to their feet. “

- Dorks, these two are dorks

Honorable mentioned:

You Belong With Me  

Ever since the new neighbors moved in, Stiles and Derek had been best friends for as long as they could remember. Over the years, Stiles fell in love with the boy next door and watched as his best friend dated, wishing to be the lucky person who got to say that 'Derek Hale is my boyfriend’. Alas, he was overlooked and settled for being the best friend and pined from afar. 

- Dorks pinning, but this one is from 2015, so not that old, or is it? hahaha anyway this is really funny and cute

run pt.3

summary: spencer finds out, thats all i have to say lmao

words: 1318

warnings: angsty as hell, pregnancy, unspecified panic attack, etc.

a/n: contrary to my original plan, this is not the final part!! there will be a part 4. also I hope y'all know I love you because I don’t have wifi at home so I’m posting this from a mcdonalds omg. also I’m not sure about this part so I hope you guys like it.

read part four here

read part two here

read part one here

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Undo (2)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5
Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10
Epilogue | Epilogue: We Meet Again

Description: You’re wandering aimlessly when you meet him: the tall man who looks like an angel, the bright red hair on top of his head resembling fire. This angel boy tries to help you, but you soon find out more about him that turns your world upside down.

Warnings: age gap, mentions of death, sexual themes

Word Count: 2,114

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x Reader

Author: Admin Xiufairy :D (thank you for such an awesome reaction for part one omg)

That night, it was like your whole world crashed down on you. Memories of the past - the correct past - flashed in and out of your mind, you couldn’t single in on one but you definitely saw a lot of Chanyeol. You heard so many angry voices and crying; you simply couldn’t stand it.

But when Chanyeol put his hand on your shoulder again, everything went away. You attempted to control your breathing, but how could you with all this information being stacked on you at once?

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anonymous asked:

I don't wanna call it too soon but this is the CUTEST PHIL LS maybe ever. Can't wait for you to say a little on it (especially re his many verbal eyerolls at chat, and the cat paintings...)

ughhhh yes there were definitely so, so many cute little anecdotes and jokes, and a lot of interesting tidbits that i took note of while watching: 

  • he opens the show by saying that he “welcomes” people calling him dad and appreciates all the father’s day messages. amazing
  • he bought his own dad a tasting selection of jams and marmalades which immediately made me irate bc it sounds like the perf gift for my father except i would never think of it bc i’m not as creative as phil ugh. phil probs buys everyone the best presents and i’m envious of people who are good at that
  • i loled at the fact that some vintage family drama sent like nine of phil’s great uncles to australia why is that so funny. also hearing re-confirmation of just how huge phil’s family is was kind of refreshing
  • the whole centipede anecdote killed me omg jst the image of phil freaking out and calling dan into the room (whether it was in his bedroom or somewhere else, i don’t rly feel like weighing in on that debate) and then dan obviously proceeding to freak out even more than phil (which we can very vividly picture based on his reactions in the piece of art that is phil lester vs. praying mantis.) it was just such a cute story lmao, i loved the way that phil called the bug a creepy crawly and said, ‘dan’s not a fan of those creepy crawlies either’ ughghghghhh. and i love that phil is definitely forever and always going to be the designated bug-catcher in their house even though he’s scared of bugs too, jst bc dan is always too busy having an actual breakdown any time he sees an insect
  • the random interjection of him screaming ‘bear’ from the bear kayak video made me lol
  • when he’s talking about bryony’s cat paintings and says he and dan are the only ppl who like them, i like that they pretty much always share tastes in everything, be less conjoined pls 
  • him narrating his thought process when he bought the fairy light twigs: ‘what i need in my life is some light-up sticks’
  • his plan to change up the dresser trinkets for every video is interesting and referring to the setup as a ‘tableau’ lmao–as i’ve said multiple times i don’t believe this room is his primary living quarters so i def took this idea to change up the background every time he films as further confirmation that this room is basically a set 
  • martyn has been in a ‘plane incident’ at one point in his life, didn’t know that
  • the way he talked about louise’s baby was so cuteeeee, his huge grin, the way he immediately went into a higher pitched voice, cheeky suggesting ‘phil’ as a name and then saying philippa could be a boy’s name but getting a bit nervous to make the general point about not needing to gender names and just saying ‘i mean’ a lot and giggling. then his feigned indignation when someone suggested ‘daniel’ lol he’s cute
  • learning dil was pregnant made him want to ‘rip his face off’ ok calm down mate
  • the fidget spinner omg: the way that he needed to make clear that it was no ‘2 pound friend present’ lmao i read this as him jokingly being a bit salty that dan didn’t appreciate all of the time and effort and ‘good money’ he put into this loving and thoughtful gift ahhaha. it was jst such a comfortable and warm little comment i loved it. and i love that he thinks it’s beautiful bc of the colors and i was lit dying at the whole story of him lying on the floor and trying to show off to dan that he could balance it on his nose and then utterly failing. adds more context to the way that dan was so fond last week when he talked about phil injuring himself with it
  • he doesn’t like killing animals, and always finds a way to trap them and throw them outside 
  • when someone asks him to give them a nickname and he comes up with, ‘ma more like mars expedition’.. wtf he’s adorable
  • kath could ‘open a brownie farm’ PHIL PLS 
  • ‘stop calling me dad though bc it’s inappropriate,’ he says with a barely concealed smile as he complies with everyone’s wishes to clean them. why does he love being called dad i need to lie down 
  • traditional lester thing is to get fish and chips when they’re all together
  • his sheer excitement about wonder woman was amazing omg. ‘she kicks so much butt but she has a personality and more movies should be made with a woman as the main character like that’ yAS phil 
  • thoughts on chris pine: he originally jst says he’s ‘funny’ but then when someone in the chat says ‘chris pine is fricking hot,’ he basically agrees and adds that he is ‘distracting’ and ‘radiating out of his face … what is that face? how do you achieve such a face?’ fucking amazing.
  • he always finds coins that are from 1997 lmao only he would notice that and think it’s some secret conspiracy by the universe jst to fuck with him
  • this week’s beauty tips:
    • change your face wash every 3-4 months because your face gets used to it. also you might want your face to smell like something different (his face currently smells of tree sap)
    • don’t spray hair spray directly into your mouth bc it tastes really bad and probably isn’t good for your health
    • drink lots of water (again)
    • put tea bags on your eyes and the caffeine will make you feel more energized and also you’ll look beautiful with teabags on your eyes
  • i’m certain that phil giggling, ‘but they’ve seen it from space and it’s a globe!’ single-handedly debunked the flat earth conspiracy
  • he goes ‘poot’ when he sprays febreze,,,, jesus christ. also of course he had a vanilla cupcake scented air freshener once,,,, have i mentioned that i am so fucking in love with phil jesUS 
  • his spon of dan’s vid was interesting to me, he kind of seemed to think of it at the very last moment even after he’d said goodbye to a bunch of people, and focused more on sponning it than sponning his own vid or anything from the gaming channel. he said it was ‘very funny’ which i’ll admit only added to my confusion about the objective or intention of dan’s video bc it didn’t strike me as trying to be comedic in any way. i wonder if phil genuinely found it funny and what he liked about it hahah, i honestly would pay for him to give it an honest review
  • his lil meows at the end before he clicked out were v pure i adore him

ya i love phil, ik it’s breaking news to yall but i really, really do. his live shows are always exactly what i need and he makes me so happy 

(phil live show: giant centipede attack - 6.18.17)

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Week 2

Tuesday

Whenever she asked him questions about himself, he always felt something cold move across him, as if he were iced from the inside, his organs and nerves being protected by a sheath of frost. In that moment, though, when the words slipped past her lips, he thought he might break, that if he said anything the ice would shatter and he would splinter and crack. So he waited until his voice sounded normal before he let the words fly:

“No,” he sneered, “I don’t need you anymore tonight. Or any other night. Know your place, kitchen wench.”

She took a long time to respond. “I’ll see you tomorrow then, milord,” she said, quietly, and though he didn’t look at her, staring hard at his book, he had felt her eyes on him the whole way, bearing down and heavy, until the moment she passed through his door and melted into the night.

The problem was that she was greedy for information: she wanted to know how he had been raised, and if he had any siblings, and who his friends were, true friends, and whether he preferred one flavour over another. And sometimes the air grew so hot not only with the questions she was asking, but the manner in which they were asked — honest, guileless and a little too foolish for a cook from Kyoto — that he felt strangled by their weight and frequency and inevitability.

She wanted to know so much; she wanted so many answers. And he understood it, he did— he wanted answers, too. He wanted to know everything about her as well, but while she had made her intention as clear as an arrow’s twang, he couldn’t bring himself to reciprocate, in part because of who he was, who he was meant to be, but also because he wasn’t sure whether it was worth the endeavour. If she was worth the effort.

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Just Don’t

I’m sure there’s already probably a post out there about this but here’s a list of things not to say to someone with a chronic illness:

1. “But you don’t look sick.” - I read this article about a girl who’s really sick with a lot of different chronic illnesses, and she said that if she had a dollar for every time she’s been told this she could afford the various surgeries she needs to survive. I’ve said it before, it’s a blessing and a curse to not look as horrible as we feel. On good days, I like to pretend that I’m normal and I can blend in. On the bad days, I hear this a thousand times. Do you think that by telling me this I magically feel better? Because that’s not how this works. Y’all are lucky I don’t look how I feel because you’d run screaming. The reason this offends us is because it comes off like you’re not believing us. Please don’t do it.

2. “You’re too young to have that.” - Thank you. I’ll just tell that to my body. Did it fix me? No? Shocking. Again, this is offensive because it seems like you’re not believing us. Please don’t do it.

3. “At least it’s not cancer.” - Omgggggg. This one pisses me off like no other. There’s a post about this I’ve seen on here and the best line is something like “Who told you it was okay to rank suffering?” <——- READ IT AGAIN. That is never okay. You come off as so ignorant when this comment is made. Just because you actually know something about cancer doesn’t mean you know anything about how it would compare to my illness and it’s so ignorant to even try to compare them!!!! Did you know that the most commonly used drugs to treat autoimmune diseases are chemo drugs? And we stay on those for LIFE. Also, what’s one of the most feared things for a cancer survivor? A relapse. This is like waking up to a relapse every day of our lives. This is offensive because it’s ignorant. You know nothing about my illnesses and yet you’re going to try to compare it to something else and the fact that you’re trying to compare two different types of suffering when you know nothing about the one is just wrong. It’s just wrong to even try to say one person is suffering more than another. Don’t do it. —–> this section also includes the “this person I know had cancer and is living an inspiring adventurous life” people. Just stop. Honestly. Do you think I’m just sitting here bitching and not trying my hardest to survive? Do you think I enjoy this? Do you seriously think that if I had any way to live like that that I would still be sitting here? Omg. Please don’t do it.

4. “My aunt’s sister’s cousin’s dog’s brother’s friend has that and she’s fine.” - I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve heard this shit. Okay the dog part is exaggerated but not much! Like please, tell me how this person you’ve maybe seen twice in your life and maybe even talked to once is just doing fine. Did you ask them about their illness? Did you ask them how long it took for them to get diagnosed and what life was like during that time? Did you ask how many medications they’re on to keep them going in a semi-normal life? Did you ask them how they’re actually feeling underneath that smile? Did you ask them if they’re going to cry when they get home from being in so much pain from spending a day pretending to be normal? You didn’t? Didn’t think so. Again, ignorant. Please don’t do it.

5. “You just need to be more positive.” - Seriously? Please, tell me more. Explain to my joints that since I’m thinking happy thoughts they shouldn’t be aching any more. Explain to my lungs that I should be able to breathe now. You know, I know that being positive is something I need to work on and that it can help me with my overall happiness on good days. But this is offensive because you imply that I’m not trying hard enough and that this is a simple illness that can vanish if I put in enough effort. Like I’m not doing everything I possibly can. Like I’m just being lazy. Being positive is not going to change the nights I spend alone in too much pain to sleep. Ignorant. Please don’t do it.

6. “Are you sure it’s not all in your head?” - Man…this is the worst. Like there is no way that this comment could be helpful. You are indicating that you don’t believe the person speaking and that you aren’t listening to anything they’re telling you. If somebody is telling you about their illnesses they’re telling you about real shit. Shut up and listen. Plus, this also bothers me because it’s derogatory towards anyone with mental illnesses. So what if it was in my head? Does that make it any less real? If you care about somebody does it matter where their pain is coming from? More ignorance. Please don’t do it.

I think that most people just don’t really grasp the reality of the situation and the fact that you can get sick and never get better. I think most people honestly think they’re helping in some way but these things make us feel even more isolated and make us want to reach out to people even less. Saying these things shows us that you know nothing about our lives and that you aren’t listening to what we’re saying. Because in all honesty, none of these things have anything to do with our own individual situations. So if you really care about the person who’s opening up to you about their illness, listen to what they say about what their life is really like. You can ask questions we love it when someone shows a genuine interest but don’t say ignorant things. If you don’t know what someone is going through, then don’t pretend like you do. Don’t compare one case to another, don’t compare one disease to another, don’t judge us by our appearance or our age, don’t make assumptions about our mental health or our mindset. There are so many stigmas against us anyways so if somebody you care about is trying to inform you please listen. Thank you.

by-surprise  asked:

Hi! Just popping up to say one more time how much I love your fics! ♥ May I request one? Post-telemovie, Lucien and Jean on their honeymoon, breakfast in bed, and Lucien is not really good at cooking breakfast food

(omg thank you! and you can request a fic anytime)

There would be a time for extravagant room service and waitstaff in the months to come. He felt a small thrill of pride that his wife–his wife–would be able to be doted upon the way she should be. But for now, on their first morning as husband and wife, he would do this for her.

Slipping out of bed, he leaned over and pressed a kiss to Jean’s cheek, nose nuzzling at the soft skin there for a moment. She barely stirred, a soft, little noise of contentment escaping her. He stood, taking in the sight of her tangled up in fine white sheets, the glint of her gold band catching in the sunlight, her hair spread out upon the pillows–mussed from his fingers and the night’s activities.

A rush of warmth filled him, the age-old urge to love and protect–to keep Jean safe and warm happy. He slipped on the robe hanging on the back of the bedroom door and slipped out into the room’s sitting area which was connected to a small, functional kitchen. The excellent hotel staff had already stocked the refrigerator with the essentials: eggs, butter, milk, fruits, and a few sausages. He saw bread on the counter and some general spices in the cupboards. 

Perfect.

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anonymous asked:

Would Harry ever talk to y/n about their feelings they had during the first night the met. I just picture drunk hurt harry being like “i thought we had something” after seeing her with her new guy

i connected it to this blurb xx (thanks for this idea omg you’re such a cutieee and a heartbreaker but also a cutieeee)

Y/N would have to be completely blind, deaf, mute, and in another universe for her not to notice how weird Harry is tonight. 

It’s Pad Thai night at Nick’s, the opportunity for her to introduce her new man to her boys. While Nick’s been pleasant enough, Harry isn’t as talkative as usual, especially since he took meeting new people so seriously. And his arms have remain crossed over the rough fuzz on his sweater all night, and he hesitates before responding to questions. A brief pause, his eyebrows furrowing and his head tilting to the side, his mouth chewing on some gum before parting to give a short, unsatisfactory answer.

The real weird thing is how Harry always needs a bathroom break, clammering over the side of the couch and turning the corner, whenever Spencer taps the top of Y/N’s head. Because that’s when she leans her head back, from her position comfortably curled in his lap, so he can kiss her proper.

But she doesn’t think much of it. She figures maybe Harry doesn’t like PDA or something. After all, it was a brief moment between the two of them, nothing more and nothing less. Although they text every other day, sometimes daily, Harry and Y/N both have busy lives. Y/N chalked up that night to getting on well with Harry, but she didn’t allow her feelings to take root. He’s Nick’s best friend, she’s Nick’s best friend - and it was only one night. Especially since they didn’t discuss it, and Harry never invited her back over, Y/N just let it fade from thought. Let other men ask her out, let herself date around a bit.


Harry, on the other hand, wouldn’t know how to address anything, so he just simply doesn’t. He held out hope Y/N might invite him over, that he would see her put in effort into their potential after he had put himself out there, but there wasn’t so much as a reference to the dinner. Or, more importantly, what happened after.

I can see him leaning against Nick’s fridge, though, his hair in disarray and his eyes slightly unfocused. His hands grip the neck of two beer bottles (one is for Nick but that’s been forgotten since Y/N entered alone and the question is poison in his mouth) and his lips are pouting slightly. He can’t help it, he let his damn feelings get attached over text messages and one night. Nick’s in the living room, silently judging Harry and to be frank - Harry’s judging himself too, this isn’t him. He should be happy for Y/N, that she finally found someone so she wouldn’t keep watching Chopped alone every night.

(Although he has typed out several offers to come over and be her Chopped buddy every time she mentions it in the group chat, before deleting it and deciding it would be too forward.)

“Why’re yeh with him?” 

It’s barely a whisper, a hoarse question lacking any source of jealousy. It’s more wounded, pitiful, laced with the loaded follow-up confession, the kind of question that makes Y/N look away before answering. She is completely clueless as to where Harry’s coming from, wonders if it’s that Harry doesn’t like Spencer as a person.

“He’s nice, whadya mean?” and her arms are crossed, now.

“I thought…I thought we had…a moment, I dunno,” and his free hand is sheepishly brushing at the short ends of hair near the nape of his neck. His eyes helplessly scan the floor for cracks, a latch door maybe, so he could have the saving grace of falling through.

“When?”

That’s all Harry needs, to feel the bottom of his chest fall through. Surely she’s just saving face, pretending she doesn’t remember - but her eyes are as clear as day, confusion lingering on her bottom lip as it juts out just so and Harry’s taken back to the night, wrapped up in his library when she seemed like the whole world and a half.

It isn’t what he wants, it’s not his physical form falling to the floor, because he still has to look Y/N in the eye. 

Accept she hadn’t treasured the night as much as he did. 

Know that Spencer had captured her interest, in some way Harry didn’t. Perhaps, couldn’t.

That the man who thinks spaghetti is Hispanic has endeared Y/N’s heart, when Harry knows her late-night thoughts and early morning grumbles (through text, but that’s only details). Spencer hadn’t even known Y/N’s job til Harry informed him earlier than night (Nick said it was really cold and Harry should turn on the heater if he planned on continuing the night like that.) 

He’s staring, taking deep breaths to try and even out his heated cheeks, and he can sense the crushing sadness echo against Nick’s front door, edging closer and closer to Harry’s waiting and drunken body. It will have to wait until he’s home and away from his friends, though, because there’s no way he’s letting himself have a drunken cry over this right now.

“Over trivia, we should switch partners,” and it feels like a blow in his gut, but he continues on “-Spencer doesn’t know 80s movies, Nick doesn’t know Greek mythology, you ‘n I could win this together,” and he’s back to award-winning smiles, his eyes crinkling in the light. 

They’ve been so practiced, Y/N can’t tell he’s lying. If luck would finally cross over to Harry’s side, Y/N would only assume it’s a product of Harry’s drinking and not ask him about it later. Another brief moment between the two of them, vastly different in outcome.

“Okay…” Y/N is nodding slow, her lips pursing now.

“Maybe next round? That okay?”

Harry’s nodding, swinging one of the beers up and taking several large gulps. He can’t trust himself to speak, he’s too far gone for his words to be any good. He’ll just have to wait until Spencer and Y/N break up, until he builds the nerve, until he feels like he can put himself out there again. There’s no way he can tell her tonight.

Seventeen As Band/Marching Band Members

Seungcheol: Trumpet

-He’s got the confidence *cough cough arrogance* of a trumpet player
-But also the talent and hard work to make up for it
-He would be shameless in his boastfulness and use any excuse to tell people that he made first chair
-If you genuinely compliment his playing he’ll get vry shy and be all bashful and flattered


Jeonghan: Clarinet

-He looks like he’s nice but is probably talking shit about the rest of the band
-Loyal af to those who earn it but will be neutral and non-expressive if you rub him the wrong way
-Probably joined band because his parents made him but decided to stick through it anyway.
-Is good at clarinet without trying and always gets first chair without actually practicing


Joshua: Euphonium/Mellophone

-UNDERAPPRECIATED AND FREQUENTLY FORGOTTEN
-Tries his best even when other people are slacking off
-Is generally a chill person in band class
-Is the only person who actually listens to the drum major during marching rehearsals


Junhui: Snare

-Acts nonchalant but takes percussion more seriously than he gives the impression of
-HE IS THAT GUY THAT NEVER WEARS A SHIRT DURING MARCHING REHEARSAL
-But no one complains bc dang boi you looking fine
-Causes people to miss their dot because they were distracted by his beauty or just plain shocked at his lack of clothing
-People think he’s showing off because he twirls his drumstick between his fingers really fluidly and like all of the time but in reality he does it subconsciously and didn’t notice he was doing it until Flutist!Seungkwan slapped it out of his hand one day


Jihoon: Oboe

-Refuses to do marching because he thinks it’s a waste of time and they don’t march oboe(he refuses to switch instruments)
-Takes AP Music Theory as well as band
-Jihoon: “Well at least I’m first chair”
-Jun: “You’re the only oboe in this class”
-Jihoon: “Shouldn’t you be hitting something”
-Thinks highly of his playing AS HE SHOULD because it’s the most beautiful thing
-The rumor is that after he left his audition into the band the band director had to take a break, cry, and come back to continue auditions
-Coincidentally, his next audition was Percussionist!Vernon so the band director ending up crying after that audition for the complete opposite reason


Soonyoung: Colorguard (I’M NOT EVEN SORRY)

-Is the most hype of everyone and  cannot stay still for the life of him
-Was a dancer until he say flyers for guard try outs and was like “guns? Swords? DanCING WITH FLAGS??? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP”
-Is friends with all the marching band kids and knows everyone’s name in the program
-If you don’t march and are only in band classes then you don’t count in his eyes lol (unless you’re Oboe!Jihoon because he may or may have a small {LARGE} crush on u)
-Is the person who cheers and yells encouragement after each run through
-If you are mean or negative to him or someone he loves then he may or may not “accidentally” whack you in the back of the head with a rifle or swoop your legs out from under you with a flagpole


Wonwoo: Sousaphone

-Very chill and content with chit chatting with everyone
-Is probably the only one besides GuardMember!Soonyoung and Piccolo!Seokmin who is genuinely happy to be there
-Low key has resting bitch face but as soon as you start talking to him it’s a 180 flip and he lights up completely
-Has tipped over and fallen during runs several times over the years
-Mellophone!Joshua is always the first person to run and help him up
-Clarinet!Jeonghan is always the first one to start laughing and the last one to stop laughing
-If DrumMajor!Chan happens to notice Wonwoo fall while he’s conducting, he can’t help but stop immediately and bust out laughing


Mingyu: Marimba

-Thought about marching in the battery but was like “naw, it’s heavy and I’ll get all sweaty and ugh too much physical effort” so he stuck with front percussion and is very good at it
-Wears low cut tank tops or no shirt at all when on the practice field because “I am not about to get a farmer’s tan that will never go away”
-Still gets a major sock tan and will  complain about it incessantly
-Mingyu: “But it’s so noticeable!”
-Joshua: “When you think about it, we all have terrible sock tans… Is it like our own friendship mark thing?”  
-Jeonghan: “Shut up Joshua”
-Soonyoung: “BE NICE TO HIM”


Seokmin: Piccolo

-Can’t tell if he’s playing his instrument or just screaming
-Always smiling and making stupid faces back and forth with GuardMember!Soonyoung until DrumMajor!Dino catches them and tells them to knock it off
-They stop for like ten minutes then start again
-Enjoys sneaking up on people and then playing the highest note he possibly can directly into their ear
-He did this once to Oboe!Jihoon and never ran away so fast in his life because you better bet Jihoon ran after his ass
-Jihoon may or may not have put rainbow stickers all over his piccolo as a form of retaliation
-Didn’t work though because Seokmin LOVED THE STICKERS and kept them on until the next competition where DrumMajor!Chan was like “no you cannot march with those on your instrument, it’s not uniform with everyone else”
-TO WHICH HE BOUGHT 100 PACKS OF STICKERS FOR EVERYONE ELSE
-So that they could all be uniform with rainbow stickers
-DrumMajor!Chan shot him down immediately, but let Seokmin stick stickers all over him because he felt bad that he ruined Seokmin’s fun

Minghao: Saxophone

-This sassy diva omg of course he’s a saxophone player
-Was forced into marching by his parents but stuck with it because he liked the people who marched and wanted to stay friends with them
-Is naturally really good at playing the saxophone and doesn’t have to try very hard
-Wanted to do winter guard during the off season but was too scared of what the rest of the band would think
-Was almost convinced by Percussionist!Junhui to do indoor percussion but Saxophone!Minghao took one look at the fair share and was like “NOPE”
-Always talks to Percussionist!Jun during stand by
-DrumMajor!Chan doesn’t tell him to stop because he knows he’ll just start talking again
-DrumMajor!Chan has no problems putting Percussionist! Junhui in his place tho lol boy gets told off a lot but Percussionist!Jun always has a clap back, even if it doesn’t really make sense
-Chan: “Jun, for the love of God stop talking, and put on a shirt!”
-Jun: “It’s too hot, why don’t you take off your shirt!”
-Chan: “??? No?”


Seungkwan: Flute

-Likes to gossip with Clarinet!Jeonghan but always accidentally warps information or takes it out of context so it sounds weird
-Seungkwan: “Yeah so then Jun told Chan to take of his shirt”
-Jihoon: “this is why I don’t freaking march”
-Soonyoung: “oh but you should!” *spaces out with a derp face because now he’s picturing Jihoon shirtless under the setting sun with the wind blowing his hair*
-Doesn’t take criticism well
-Chan: “Flutes, play louder next time” -Seungkwan: “Maybe you should conduct better next time”
-Chan: “I WILL COME DOWN THERE”
-Is really supportive of the new kids and tells them fun stories to cheer them up when they feel overwhelmed
-Seungkwan: “Yeah and then Wonwoo just tipped right over and everyone kept going”


Vernon: Bass Drum

-Thought that being a percussionist would make him popular with the ladies so he auditioned but had no experience playing drums before
-Didn’t think it would be very difficult, but was dead wrong
-He was so bad he made the band director cry, but the director let him join anyway because they needed more percussionists
-He actually worked really hard and got better at percussion and even decided to march
-He wasn’t experienced enough to do snare yet though (which is what he really wanted to do) but was content with being put on bass drum
-Followed the influence of Percussionist!Junhui and also never wears a shirt, but people yell at him for it instead of staring at him lol
-Asks Percussionist!Junhui to teach him how to spin a drumstick between his fingers because he thinks it looks cool
-Spent the next six hours practicing it until he got it down perfect


Chan: Drum Major

-The most responsible even though he’s the youngest
-Commands respect from everyone marching because no one likes to see Lee Chan angry like it’s just not fun for anyone because he’ll pout for days
-Tries to keep everyone on task and is generally successful in this
-Made up his own little drum major salute for right before performing and everyone agrees that he looks so cute while doing it even though he’s trying to be professional and manly
-He’s the glue that keeps everyone from falling apart, and the marching band wouldn’t be nearly as good without him

VIXX Bodyguard Leo 'Ain't No Sunshine'

@taekw0onie​ asked: omg~ i am back again! and i have finished scrolling the latest post that i haven’t seen :3 and I MY EYES CAPTURED A LOT OF BODYGUARDS :3 would you mind adding drabble expansions on bodyguard leo and ravi? nehehe. and also leo’s nightmare expansion :3 sorry if this is too much. but i love your writings :3 so i’m always asking from you >///

A/N: Oh my! That’s awesome you like my writing so much. Thank you! *hugs* All of the others you mentioned have been requested except for bodyguard Leo so he’s all yours. I hope you like it and good luck with your studies honey, you’re going to do fine. WARNING: Brief references to violence.

This is a drabble expansion of a reaction I wrote here.

Blindfolded as you were it was hard to keep track of time. But you didn’t think you’d been held hostage for more than two days. Bound and gagged you sat on a dirty floor. Your struggles had resulted in a few injuries: wrists and ankles rubbed raw and your shoulder burned like fire. Though you were uncomfortable, you weren’t worried. He was coming. 

Your captors had been stupid, not realizing who they were nabbing for ransom. All they knew was that you looked important. Somebody who’s life would be worth money to someone. Both you and your temporary guard had done your best to defend yourselves. While he tried, he wasn’t as seasoned as your regular protection. Your normal guard had been away, otherwise they never would have gotten the chance to lay a hand on you. 

It was after they discovered your clan they started to piece together who you were. That’s when fearful whispers of ‘The Wraith’ began floating around. Thoughts flashed back to the guard protecting you in Taekwoon’s stead and his last moments. You felt no sympathy for what your kidnappers had unleashed upon themselves. Hell was welcome to have them. 

That’s right, you thought. The Wraith is coming. And he’ll be pissed. 

The moniker still amused you even though you knew it was well earned. Athletic and intimidating with the skills to back it up, it wasn’t wise to mess with something Taekwoon called his own. But under that abrasive exterior hid a sweet, loving man. No one would guess at the smile that was hidden beneath the scowl. The gentleness of his touch. The kindness in his heart. He only showed that side to you.    

It had been an effort to get him to see you’d be good together. Taekwoon was focused more on the work aspect of your relationship but it was obvious he felt a deep affection for you. After much pestering on your part, he came around and the two of you had been devoted to each other since. There was no doubt that he was searching frantically for you. That it would only be a matter of time. 

Lost in the darkness it wasn’t your eyes that told of his arrival, but your ears. Screams echoed in the chamber and you knew your deliverance was at hand. A macabre smile twisted your lips. Gentlemen, meet my love. He will not forgive you, and there will be no mercy. 

After a short amount of time a scuff came from your left and you shied away. 

“Shh, shh. It’s just me. I’m here. You’re safe now.” Taekwoon removed your blindfold. Even in the dim light, your eyes were having trouble adjusting. When they finally focused the first thing they took in was your beloved’s face. 

“Taekwoon.” Although at the moment he looked nothing like your Taekwoon. Pale, blood-spattered and eyes nearly black with rage, he looked the very embodiment of his namesake. It was his shaking hands and infinite tenderness with which he undid your bindings that you recognized as your Taekwoonie. 

The journey back was a blur. The only thing standing out in your memory being that Taekwoon was physically touching you in some way at all times. Safely back home you were exhausted and Taekwoon looked the same. It was doubtful he had gotten any sleep either in the past few days. But you couldn’t get in bed this dirty. Before you could even voice your concern, Taekwoon was leading you straight to the bath. 

Leaving you to stand in the middle of the room he started filling the tub. Moving around comfortably he grabbed towels and added rose water to the bath. You wished he wouldn’t fuss but knew he needed to. Needed to physically do something since he’d been unable to for days. Carefully he removed your clothes obviously looking for further injuries, but reluctant to ask directly. Finally he eased you into the warm scented water then took a seat for himself outside of the tub. 

You picked up the cake of soap but he plucked it from your hand. As if you were made of spun glass he ran the soap over your body, a cloth in his other hand following its path to get you clean. Lightly he dabbed at the raw spots on your wrists, frown deepening when you winced. 

Time felt suspended in the humid room while you reconnected. There was no talking and only the occasional rippling of the water disturbed the silence. He was helping return you to normal. Return you to his. Bracing his elbow on the edge of the tub he rested his head facing you. Eyes tracing your face he used his free hand to cup water and trickle it over your skin to rinse away the last of the suds. I’m still yours, you’re still mine, flowed wordlessly between you.   

Helping you to your feet Taekwoon wrapped you in a fluffy towel to stave off a chill. Pulling you tightly to his chest he said, “I’m so sorry. I should have been there. It’s my fault.” Guilt seeped through his voice like an infected wound. It had to be drawn out to heal. You raised your hands to frame his face. He would not hold you fast but could not completely let go. Loosely he held your naked body to his own clothed one.   

“It is not your fault, my love. I promise you, it’s not. You saved me.” Holding his gaze, you tried to will your feelings to reach him. His eyes welled. Bowing his head, Taekwoon buried his face in the crook of your neck, shoulders shaking as he cried silently. 

As you held each other the chaffed areas on your wrists and ankles stung in the open air but you didn’t care. Of the wounds inflicted in the past few days, yours would be the easiest to heal.​

anonymous asked:

omg can you pleeeeeeease do sole having make-up sex after a huge argument? If you don't mind, could your main focus be on danse? I LOVE the effort you put into your work <3

Thanks a bunch! And just for you my friend, one smutty fic with everyone’s favourite Paladin ;)

!!!NSFW!!!

Danse was brooding silently in the corner of the bunker, wondering to himself why Sole just won’t leave him be. He’s a synth for crying out loud and it was Sole’s duty as a Knight of the Brotherhood of Steel to put him out of his misery.

He tried telling them that. He tried so damn hard to make them see reason because the Paladin knew just what they were in for if Maxson found out they didn’t follow through with his orders. It was a yelling match between the Paladin and his faithful Knight, both having gone through thick and thin side by side with each other only to find out that one of them was an imposter and that the other had an undeniable duty of killing him. But instead of following through, Sole blatantly ignored their responsibilities and instead took to increasing the defence of the bunker should anyone come looking for him.

Danse hated it. He hated that his brothers and sisters wanted him dead. He hated that his entire being was a lie, a ruse of the most ridiculously unfair proportions. He hated that Sole turned their own back to the Brotherhood for the sake of a damn synth, regardless of whether it was him or not.

He may have said a few things he regretted, like the words that pierced Sole who was only trying to save him. He saw the hurt in their eyes and he hated it, leaving him feeling guilty and even more disdainful of his own existence. It would be so much better for everyone if Sole rethought their decision, if Sole gave him an honourable death which was more than he deserved.

“Sole,” He said after a few minutes of tense silence, his voice soft and apologetic as he approached them who continued to tinker with whatever it was they were building. “I’m sorry. I know this must be a stressful situation that you find yourself in, but you must follow through with Maxson’s orders. For the sake of both yourself and the Brotherhood, not to mention the rest of makind.”

Sole dropped the wrench they held suddenly and straightened from their crouch next to what looked like a whirring turret with a heavy sigh. They had a different look in their eyes, one that made the Paladin pause what he was about to say next. Sole stared at him, long and hard, and then they stepped almost uncomfortably close to his chest.

“I’m going to show you exactly why you need to reconsider, Danse.” They murmured gruffly before pushing him back against the desk. In his confusion, Danse couldn’t stop them from pressing lengthily up his body and twining their fingers in his hair before kissing him roughly. One of them made a sound, a low groan which was probably him because holy God the warmth and softness of their body against his was so…stimulating. Especially considering his body was so used to the cold, unforgiving steel of his power armour.

Before he knew it, he was leaning in to the kiss, wrapping his arms around them and pulling them closer, tighter against his chest as though it were for dear life. It had been so long since he felt the presence of another like this, since he felt the stir of arousal tingling in his crotch that only intensified when Sole broke away and started kissing at his throat. Eager hands peeled away his flight suit, one then running down the centre of his hairy chest while the other smoothed up the outside of his muscled thigh, towards his growing erection.

Sole’s eyes locked with his as they knelt, their lips kissing the muscles of his abdomen before ever so slowly dipping lower and tantalizingly lower until the Paladin’s body was wrung tight with anticipation for first touch to his rapidly stiffening self, his breaths tearing in and out of his chest raggedly as he gripped the table’s edge with both white-knuckled hands. He watched with stilled breath as finally, their lips parted over the head of his cock, feeling the warm, wet depths of their mouth engulf him almost entirely. He groaned as they slowly pulled back and began lightly sucking at his tip, the steady flicks of their tongue and the gentle press of sharp teeth around his head made him want to buck, but their hands had pinned his hips back against the desk and it was all he could do to not push their hands away and start fucking them ravenously.

Their steady heated gaze held his as they took him deep again, one of their hands moving to cup and ever so gently knead at his balls, making him shudder and groan out their name. One of his own hands buried itself in their hair, guiding their head back up and back down his shaft in a way that made his back arch and his eyes slide shut. He didn’t have long to go now, as much as he wanted to hold out and enjoy their adventurous tongue and warm mouth that left a sheen of wet along his dick, but it had been so long since last he enjoyed this kind of attention and Danse could feel the need for release steadily build and knew that at any moment now, he’d lose himself.

Sole must have known this too for they increased their tempo, began sucking just that much harder which damn near felt like they were trying to draw everything he was out of his own dick, and as he opened his eyes and met their gaze panting like an animal, he crashed over the edge on a wave of untameable ecstasy. He couldn’t help but buck into them then, growling out their name loudly as he felt them swallow his load and then still keep sucking as though they were hungry for more.

Sole didn’t release him until his spasms had slowly ceased, until his breathing had calmed and the firmness slowly ebbing from his dick under the soft caresses of their tongue. When they pulled away and stood, hands running back up his muscled chest to settle upon his shoulders, Sole wore the smuggest grin Danse had ever seen before they kissed him chastely, giving him a taste of himself.

“Do you really want to give that up, Danse? Are you prepared to never feel anything like that ever again for sake of one grossly misguided man?” Sole asked breathily, their heated eyes which promised more pinning Danse to the spot.

The Paladin gazed back at them, finding it hard to focus through the haze post-orgasming produced. Surely it isn’t a crime to think on it right? As long as he locks himself away somewhere so that others won’t be risked by his synthetic presence, then there was no harm in continuing to exist…of course, he would require Sole’s presence for reassurance. After all, it only made sense that should he lose control of himself to whatever kind of hold the Institute may have on him that Sole would be there to put him down, and judging by the way Sole was then gazing at him, Danse had no doubt they’d have no quarrel with staying down there with him until he made up his mind. After all, he still needed convincing on what was the right thing to do and Sole seemed to be the perfect person for the job, the salty tang on their tongue notwithstanding.

Diary of a Defeated Fan Fiction Author

So, I’ve been struggling the past few days with a little problem I know many fan fiction authors go through off and on during their ‘careers.’ 

Hardly anyone is reviewing my work, which must mean it sucks, and I shouldn’t write anymore. 

Overly dramatic? Probably. True to life? Definitely. 

Allow me to explain a little further…

I started writing Sailor Moon fan fiction back in May, after being an avid reader for nearly 20 years. I LOVED reading anything Usagi & Mamoru related. Being from the US, their story remained largely unfinished for me, and I was sucked into a world where not only did people know how the ‘real’ story finished, but they continued on. Bringing my beloved OTP to life in ways I had never imagined. 

When I started reading fanfic in the SM fandom, it was still a VERY active and, some would say, thriving place. There were SO many amazing stories out there, and tons of wonderful authors who were putting out new content, and I gobbled it up like nobody’s business. But there was one problem with my fan fiction reading habits.

I never reviewed. Anything. Ever. 

Now, I suppose this can be excused for an 8 year old, as I’m pretty sure my reviews would have consisted mainly of, “OMG I WISH MAMORU WAS MY BOYFRIEND,” and so on and so forth. BUT as I got older, and continued to read, as interest in the fandom was waning fast, I still didn’t review. Never took the time to say a simple, “Thank you! This was a beautiful story.”

My reviews couldn’t matter all that much, I convinced myself. Especially on decades old stories where the author hadn’t been active in just as many years. And the newer stories had plenty of reviews. One more couldn’t make that much of a difference. 

Of course, I was completely wrong.

Flash forward to April of this year, when I stumbled across this little story named Ikigai. I generally will only read fics that are completed, as I selfishly hate getting invested in things that will never be finished. Low and behold, Ikigai was not only complete, but it had been recently written. So, I dove in, and was COMPLETELY swept away by it. 

When I finished all 28 chapters, I felt compelled, for the first time since I’d begun reading SM fan fiction, to write a review. I still have no idea why after all those years, I suddenly felt like I had to review this particular story. But it had captured me in a way I hadn’t been since I first started reading fan fics, and reminded me SO much of my brief time in Tokyo, that I just HAD to. And little did I know that that simple action would literally change my life.

A few hours after I’d left the review, I got an email saying I had a PM reply to my review I’d written. I quickly logged on, expecting to see a pretty uniform reply thanking me for reviewing, but instead, I found a huge response that addressed every point I’d made in my review, and I was so surprised to find how genuinely excited the author was about me reviewing! The story is an epic, and has nearly 300 reviews on FF.net, so why would one, little review that came after the story was written, make an author so excited they’d write paragraphs in response?!

Well, as it turned out, that author was @floraone and because I left that review, I gained one of the dearest friendships I’ve ever had. If a day goes by where we don’t talk to one another, it’s incredibly weird. This girl, who lives an ocean away from me, who wrote a story I just happened to read, becomes one of my best friends and closest confidants. And it was all because I wrote a review.

Now, I’m not saying everyone will manage to find their BFF, if you go out and review a story, but I can promise you, you WILL make a huge difference in their writing.

But, the problem remains that hardly anyone takes the time to review, these days, and I’ve found myself questioning if I should even write anymore. 

Again with the dramatics, I know, but let me throw some numbers out at you from a story I completed recently. The Physiology of Tutoring is my most viewed story over on FF.net. It’s been viewed 15,470 times. 

Not too bad for a story that’s only been out there for 2 months from a fairly unestablished author, right? But when you look at how many reviews it has, I think you’ll understand where my defeatist attitude comes from. 

The story that’s been viewed over 15,000 times, only has 80 reviews. Most of which are from repeated reviewers. If it had been a one-shot story, I’d be lucky to get even 20 reviews, as one- shots get so easily overlooked. And five years ago, I could have maybe bought the excuse that the fandom is dying. But with the resurgence of Crystal and all things Sailor Moon, I just don’t think that’s the case. 

So, if The Physiology of Tutoring has been viewed that many times, but so few people take the time to let me know what they thought of it, or if they even liked it, I think it’s fairly easy to draw the conclusion that it’s not worth anything. 

If stories don’t get reviews, authors have NO WAY of knowing what the readers like or don’t like, what they want to read or don’t, and, perhaps, most importantly, they don’t know whether it was even worth their time.

Now, I know that reviewing takes time, and effort. But think of how much time and effort went into the story you’ve just read. You don’t even have to have an account on FF.net to leave a review!! You can literally leave a review as ‘Guest’. No name or identifier required! It makes SO MUCH difference to any author, whether it’s their first story or their fiftieth. 

So, please, please, please, please, please take the time to review the fan fics you read. No matter what you tell yourself, IT DOES MATTER. IT DOES MAKE A DIFFERENCE. You could, literally, be the reason someone decides to keep writing, and that’s a much more powerful and positive feeling than sitting back and doing nothing.

<3

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Mod Tojo apologizes deeply. I hope my writing isn’t off…I haven’t been having a good…anything lately…Please enjoy…
(I actually started to feel a little better after writing Rantaro’s…)

Rantaro Amami
* He’s angry to say the least.
* You work hard and try to do your best in helping others, and to top it off no one shows you the gratitude you deserve.
* He understands how harsh life can be sometime, but this is too much for him to handle.
* He takes a passive approach to this situation and deters you from helping anyone who doesn’t deserve it.
* You of course don’t want to because you hope that maybe someday you helping others, would influence them to help someone else.
* That’s…literally the sweetest thing he’s ever heard and omigoshyouaresoprecious.
* So instead of dealing with this head on, Rantaro decides to take the route to show you how he feels instead.
* He organizes a get-together with those who *do* show you the love and care you deserves and they organize gratitude party for you.
* You didn’t think it was necessary, but he gives you a chaste kiss and hug, saying that he’d do anything to see you smile.
* And he spent the rest of the party staying true to those words.

Korekiyo Shinguuji
* It’s inhumane.
* How is it that humans could selfishly take from such a pure and innocent soul?
* It was disgusting, cruel, and a near travesty. Yet, he was kind of intrigued.
* Perhaps he’d take more time to look into that aspect later, but first he must show his love who had been mistreated, a well deserved showcase of gratitude.
* He spends the entire morning while you were out, arranging his house into a relaxing beauty parlor✨
* Not that you weren’t beautiful before, but there was nothing wrong with a little pampering.
* He was actually excited that for once he could use some techniques he found soul settling on you~
* Of course if you didn’t like something, he had plenty of other ideas. Maybe you wouldn’t like the steamed bath he ran, that’s okay, he would attempt to give you a full body massage using techniques he learned when he traveled to a small village during his travels.
* When you got home, it was late in the evening and you were very tired…but…as soon as you stepped through the door, you snapped awake again.
* The dim lighting from candles was the only source of light that you could see, but the aura that came from them was captivating.
* You hummed in content, mind going foggy with the relaxed environment…so lost in the bask, Korekiyo’s sudden appearance from the dark nearly gave you a heart attack.
* “Ah, s/o, welcome home~ Shall we begin the treatment?~”
* After making your evening one to remember, he goes back to the problem at hand. Those pesky beings who had shown there ugly sides to you with their ungratefulness; perhaps they could use a “special treatment” as well.

Kaito Momota
* All he needs is a name and he’s gonna be at their doorstep giving them the (strike: beatdown) lecture of a lifetime.
* No one uses his s/o! And *especially* if their gonna be jackwagons about it!
* He’d definitely be fired up about this matter, acting on impulse if he ever caught someone doing it.
* And when he did, it wasn’t pretty. He grabbed whoever it was by the collar of their shirt and gave them a good shake down, “talking” some sense into their head.
* He’d give a speech about how amazing you were as a person and if they were gonna treat you like a sidebar then they didn’t deserve to even be acquainted with you.
* And with that it’d be over with them, and time to teach you how to stick up for yourself.
* He gives plenty of helpful advice to you that just because you were nice, that didn’t mean you had to take crap from anyone.
* You can still be a sweetie and take names and break doors down if you had to.
* …
* Or, just let him handle being aggressive for now, until your coaching went on a little better.
* …
* Okay, then what do you suggest?
* You figured it would be best to try and learn how to differentiate those who took advantage of you, and at least let you protect yourself in your own way.
* Seemed fair.
* But to be on the safe side he still knocks heads when he has to.

Kokichi Ouma
* Whaaaaaaaat??? Someone taking advantage of his beloved, S/o-chan?
* He hated the idea of puppet masters, which was what this person kind of was to you. Using you for a plan they had, be it benign or malicious.
* He was gonna put a stop to it either way.
* If he were to witness it in the act, he’d immediately step in and sling an arm around you (if he can reach you that is //shot).
* He’d hoped his presence alone would make them back off as a warning, but he’s not as intimidating as he thinks (or what he wants others to think he thinks).
* So he’s gotta step up his game and put on a little show for them.
* He’d off-handedly call them out on why they were asking for the favors in the first place.
* “ S/o~ They’re lying so they can get you to do it for them~ It’s so obvi!”
* “I-I don’t mind if they ask, Ouma…I swear…”
* “*Gasp* Well in that case, I guess you wouldn’t mind if I asked you to help me too!”
* Huh? But didn’t you just say-
* “By not helping them!~ They’re totally trying to guilt you into doing their stuff anyway, no good can come from *those* kinds of people ya know. Nishishishi~”
* Well…maybe…
* He may not be one to confront the jerk upfront, but he sure did have a way of calling them out to the point where they wouldn’t ask anymore.
* It was a confusing process, but you were eventually able to see through those like he did…okay maybe on your own terms, but he did teach you a few things.

Shuuichi Saihara
* He won’t lie. He was once in your shoes before, but that was before he knew that it was wrong.
* But now he does and he doesn’t want to stand for it.
* He works out that even if he pointed out that those people were using you, you’d try to cover for them, or tell him you just liked helping people.
* He definitely knew it wasn’t his place to lecture you on who you should help and who you shouldn’t, but this was still wrong…
* The best thing he could do is take a stand for the one he cared for and deal with this head on.
* You were at home preparing your wonderful boyfriend a nice dinner, when you heard the door open and shut.
* Shuuichi called out to you, and you told him where you were.
* However, you were not expecting him to bring home a beautiful bouquet of- OMG WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR FACE, SHUUICHI?!
* On his right cheek he had a nice sized bruise steadily glowing and swelling pretty bad.
* “Shuuichi, what happened to you?!”
* “I did what had to be done, s/o.” He says as he grabs a few materials from the kitchen drawers to make an ice pack.
* He didn’t say much more than that, and you knew you wouldn’t go far in pressing too much of the issue. But you were still worried.
* Even if it wasn’t his style, he immediately confronted the culprit with the truth they didn’t want to face about making others feel small and using them for their abilities. It was a cover for insecurities they had about themselves…and that was as far as he could get before he received the small reward from his bravery.
* But the results that came in the future were all he cared about, as long as that person wasn’t bothering you anymore, he’d take a million of those punches.
* (Even if it hurt really bad)

Kiibo
* It may take him a moment, but he noticed the situation seemed fishily familiar…
* He’s confused as to why you suddenly have become so busy with one person’s tasks, not because they were unreasonable…it’s just that you literally did *everything* for this person.
* Hmm…
* Wait a minute!
* You were being taken advantage of! He had read the signs of that before in his studies of bad human habits! (Not because he wanted to have them, but he needed to understand them too…or at least try…he’s still learning)
* He confronts you with this info and off the bat provides a solution to this problem.
* He was going to sue them.
* …
* It would be considered mistreatment of a valuable person’s efforts and kindness.
* Was he trying to tell a joke?
* Even so, it was pretty funny and you laughed at the thought.
* But he was pretty serious. “We’ll see who’s laughing when I take this matter of utmost disrespect to court officials.”
* Kiibo that’s not a thing you can sue people for ^^;;;. That case would be thrown out before it even reached a judge.
* Other than taking this matter to the emotion police, Kiibo would try to compensate for the problem at hand by helping you find a new cohort of friends. Those who would treat you better.
* He also read a shared a few things that help him when he realizes he’s being taken advantage of. (Ouma: How’s that working out for ya?)
* It was exciting to teach his human lover something for once, and he felt a little more worthy to be called your lover.

Gonta Gokuhara
* Gonta thinks s/o’s kindness is very touching and he is inspired by s/o’s spirit of helpfulness.
* It warms Gonta’s heart to the core to see s/o being active amongst friends with any task! Gonta wants to help to!
* And somehow you both get sapped into the trap of being taken advantage of…but Gonta doesn’t feel right.
* The other person who asked Gonta and s/o to fill in for them at a volunteering event because they were sick were caught outside of at a cafe the same day, with a group of friends.
* Funny enough, Gonta was taking you to lunch during your break, so you happened to run into the “friend.”
* But…Gonta thought they were sick? Gonta didn’t understand why they would be out in public where their condition would get worse?
* One of the friends spoke up in disgust, calling out the user for taking advantage of their time to skip out on a volunteering event.
* …Gonta…can’t believe what he was hearing.
* Gonta was used? He didn’t mind so much, but s/o didn’t deserve to be treated that way!
* S/o is gentle and nice! They did everything this friend asked them to do and even stayed up all night making preparations for the event to go very successfully.
* Gentleman do not get upset! He would remind himself…but it was hard when the “friend” lied to s/o!
* Gonta may not be smart, but he knows s/o deserved better!
* He politely leaves the premises, and promises you that he would do a better job to protect them from mean people like that.
* Gonta is sorry uwu.

Ryoma Hoshi
* He usually doesn’t like getting caught up in other people’s bs.
* He’d feel bad for someone who was in your predicament, but couldn’t find the right way to approach it without finding himself being too meddlesome.
* But with you.
* All H*ck was about to break loose.
* They didn’t know it, but he was on to them the moment it got out of hand.
* It was unacceptable…yet he couldn’t find the right approach to this without doing something he’d later regret. So whenever they decided to come back and ask you for another favor, they were going to get the face.
* You know the one.
* (ʘωʘ)
* Until they were freaked out enough to get the hint.
* After sending them that message, he would have a sit-down with you, letting you know how important it was to tell off people who abuse your kindness.
* “But, Hoshi, I just wanna make the world a better place. Even if they don’t see it now, one day they’ll look back at the person who helped them, hoping that they can make someone smile too with kindness~🌸”
* When you smiled at him he huffed, seeing it was useless trying to get you to change so suddenly. But maybe you were right…
* Helping others was a good way to help them help someone else…
* But you still had ways to go to understand the difference between helping others and standing up for yourself.