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Toxic Idol Culture

Anyone who’s followed me for a long time knows that I have… my issues with idol culture. I know this can possibly sound ironic considering I’m very popular here but at the end of the day I can’t help that so bear with me.

The reason I say “toxic” in the title (asides from being a strong word that immediately conveys a message) is because I’m addressing a specific subset of idol culture where people will vehemently defend someone’s horrible actions simply because they have a large following and/or pretend to care about topical issues like social justice and trans-rights (the latter being extremely important to my family, my friends, and recently myself).

It’s a shame because tumblr in general does seem at least somewhat more clued-in on how people abuse power (this ranges from world politcs to small corners of youtube), but this knowledge never seems to be applied to tumblr itself. There’s a cycle here, where someone is given disproportionate about of praise for arbitrary things (being a feminist, anti-nazi, or mildly funny, etc - all fine things on their own but hardly noteworthy), they get cocky and play into the role more, then start abusing others (doxxing, harassment, etc, usually of minors ironically enough).

This is partly why “funnymen” being outed as legitimate perverts and pedophiles is becoming increasingly common (or, at best, don’t believe the stuff they pedal out). Ultimately, it’s the person in question’s fault for being a scumbag of course, but tumblr’s unnecessary idolization of people who simply don’t deserve it has a large impact on what these people think they can get away with.

A large reason why this seems to happen is because nobody here seems to want to ask questions. A perfect example of this is when I receive messages warning me about an OP of a post being disgusting in some way, but when I investigate it turns out to be false.

However, it’s hard to fault anyone particularly for being a little bit gullible because ultimately we all want to be part of something. We all want to be liked, loved, and acknowledged. Asking questions, or otherwise being “difficult” can harm this so sometimes one might feel safer by saying “ok i’ll delete the post” rather than “can you show me some proof?”

It’s also a shame because, memes asides, tumblr is a pretty enjoyable website. At the moment of writing, there isn’t anything quite like it, but the experience is marred by people (and their imitators, especially) looking for cheap notes by exploiting serious political issues, where it is nearly impossible to say anything outside of ineffective self-indulgent feelgood “activism” without someone aggressively hating you for it.

For a website that houses a lot of people who claim to want to protect minors/transfolk/etc, there’s a startling neglect of how these people can be taken advantage of by the very same blogs that claim to help them. Anyone on this website can say anything but to actually practice what you preach is an entirely different story.

Interestingly, this is why you get certain “Hellsite” moments like someone complaining about getting hate after telling someone to kill themselves, or people posting things like “just be nice but also fuck [inoffensive group of people]”. Anyone who’s followed my blog for a while (or even just pays attention a little) know that this is hardly a rare occurrence. I think the term for this ‘cognitive dissonance’. This stuff makes good joke fodder, but it’s pretty sad that this stuff happens in the first place.

Toxic idol culture isn’t contained to just social justice circles either. Even opposite groups have become victim of this (maybe they always have, in retrospect). You may know that an ex-friend of mine recently shared suggestive photos of a 16 year old. Long story short, me and a lot of others were uncomfortable with this and promptly dropped them but I was mortified at how many anti-sjws came out in this dude’s defense over something that can only be considered objectively predatory and creepy. The person in question used tumblr’s liberal usage of bold accusations to wave-off what he had done, and his followers ate it up. It served as a important reminder that you can essentially get away with anything, as long as you have a significant follower count and frame your dissenters in a harsh, unrealistic light.

To anyone that defended/defends this guy, you should be ashamed of yourselves.

Some are not above co-opting important social justice issues for internet points. A lot of time, it’s merely an avenue for them to be the very bullies they once hated but since it’s masked, the bullying is often ignored or encouraged. It’s easy to call someone a transphobe for an arbitrary reason, but it takes a considerable amount of effort to actually help a trans person in need. We should be doing more to support people who do the latter, rather than the former.

Anyway, the point of this post isn’t to make you paranoid, or to hate anyone with more than 3k followers (popular blogs make easy enough targets for hate anyway), but just to be a little more cautious and a little more critical of these kinds of people (who will inevitably get mad at this post and make passive-aggressive vagueposts about anyone who agrees), and to generally stop glorifying hateful blogs who’s main shtick is attacking people.

I realize, in the grand scheme of things like social justice and such, this is a small slice of the pie, but this is definitely something that needs to be thought about more.


Word Count: 1,250

Rating: PG-13

“Bloody hell Joe,” you groaned, leaning closer to the mirror, examining the marks your boyfriend had left everywhere on your neck. They were darker than usual, and they went down your shoulders as well, a few even grazing your collarbones.

“I’m sorry love, I got a bit carried away,” he mumbled, coming up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You rummaged through your makeup bag, frustrated. You hadn’t necessarily planned on you and Joe having sex at his sister’s house, but after the impromptu water fight yesterday, which had left both you and Joe in see-through, soaking wet white t-shirts, the hormones were kicking all day until you could finally escape up to the spare room.

However, the lack of planning had left you without your thickest concealer, which you usually used to cover up. Joe had a habit of leaving the purple marks, and they weren’t seen as professional at work.

“Do they hurt?” Joe’s voice came from behind you again. He was pressing gentle kisses to the few he had left on your shoulder. You could tell he felt bad.

“No, of course not. Believe me, they felt good, I just didn’t really come prepared to cover them. And with us all having breakfast later…”

“Well, my sister is a beauty blogger you know. I’m sure she’s got a billion tubes of that stuff,” he pointed towards some of the concealer in your bag. He was right; she was sure to have a color correcting kit and everything else in her makeup storage upstairs.

“Okay, here’s the plan. You go downstairs and put a spoon under the coldest water you can get, then bring it to her makeup room upstairs, okay?” You gave him a quick kiss and sent him on his mission.

Joe was very quiet as he went down the stairs. Zoe and Alfie seemed to be asleep still, so he crept to the kitchen, doing as he was told with the spoon. It was only then that he realized that Nala was pawing at his leg. That meant she was out of her crate.

Which meant someone was awake.

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Soulmate AU (Woozi)

Fluff, but not quite the happy-go-lucky kind. At the age of 17, a tracker appears on your inner wrist, showing the distance between you and your soulmate. For many it’s an enjoyable adventure to find their soulmate, but for Lee Jihoon it’s only a source of uneasiness to see that the distance shown on his wrist continues decreasing.

A/N: … I’m pretty sure this was requested as fluff and this is not perfectly fluffy bUT this is how it turned out and I hope you all like it! and as you can see from the note below, I can’t seem to write anything short these days.

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“Look, like I’ve told you, I don’t want to find my soulmate.”

Soonyoung looked at one of his closest friends, Jihoon, with wide eyes, and the others in their group could see him become smaller at Jihoon’s outburst.

“W-why not? Don’t you want to know what it feels like to be with the person you’re destined to be with?” Soonyoung asked, stuttering a little; for someone so harmless-looking, Jihoon had quite likely the scariest aura he had ever encountered when he was upset.

Everyone aimed their expectant eyes to Jihoon, who merely shrugged, visibly annoyed. “I have better things to do. If I meet them, I suppose I’ll take it, but I’m not fond of finding them.”

At that, Joshua pouted a little. “Doesn’t it mean anything that it’s highly likely that there’s someone out there, searching for no one but you?”

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Everyone deserves a second chance.

Summary: Loki has turned a new leaf, and has taken residence at the tower. That doesn’t mean everyone trusts him. It’s family night, and everyone is invited but him. You decide to spend some time with Loki in his room.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Language.

A/N: WOOOHOOO!!!!! Finally I uploaded something!!! Tasha Tuesday tomorrow, and some more Bucky on the way too!

Originally posted by lokis-quinn

Ever since Loki got to the tower, you could say things have changed. The easy going, peaceful atmosphere has all but diminished. Everyone is either terrified of the God, or just down right hate him. I believe in the power of positive attitude and kindness. I believe he has changed his ways, but I also think treating him as if he’s a monster will just turn him back into one. I’m not saying I expect everyone to treat him like family immediately, I understand what he’s done and what he’s tried to do. I don’t expect them to accept him with open arms, especially Clint. I’ve caught him with an arrow towards him and I’ve had to stop him. I didn’t figure I’d have to tell a man with 3 kids not to shoot an arrow at a new ally.

As ‘family’ night in the avengers tower is in full swing, I can’t help but feel guilty as literally the only one who wasn’t invited was Loki. Even Thor is here.

“Come on, (Y/N) lighten up. It’s family night!” Tony slaps me on the back, causing me to spit my wine out. Glaring up at him, I put my wine glass on the table.

“It doesn’t really feel like family night.” He raises an eyebrow at me.

“Something wrong?” Steve comes up behind me, resting his hand on my shoulder. I shrug his hand off my shoulder.

“How can we really call this family night when the newest member of our ‘family’ is never invited, and we make no effort to make him feel welcome?” I throw my arms up, walking out of the kitchen. I hear Steve sigh, and I can sense him following me.

“What do you want Steve?”

“Where are you going?” I turn to face him. Maybe it’s PMS, because I’m usually not this highly emotional, but I can feel tears prick my eyes.

“I’m going to go see Loki, because I seem to be the only one who believes in him and I want to spend time with him.” Steve keeps up with me, his hands in his pockets.

“Look, (Y/N) I know how you feel. Really, I do. But he made his bed, and now he has to lay in it.” I turn sharply, and I can only hope the glare I had on my face would kill a man.

“I don’t know about you, Captain, but I believe every man can change his ways. I think Loki is a prime example of that.” He crosses his arms, spreads his legs and looks at the ground, before looking up at me.

“This is Loki we’re talking about here, (Y/N). The God of Mischief and Lies. He can make you think anything about him that he wants you to. He’s dangerous.” I roll my eyes for the one-too-manyth time today.

“That’s rich coming from the man who said, and I quote “There’s only one God ma’am, and I’m pretty sure he doesn’t dress like that.” Does that ring a bell to you, Captain Rogers?” I think for once, I’ve struck the man speechless. It feels good. Empowering.

“Now, please excuse me. Someone has to let him know he’s wanted around here, even if you don’t.” He uncrosses his arms, running his right hand through his hair.

“(Y/N) that’s not what I meant and you kn-”

“Goodbye, Rogers. Enjoy family night.” I’m in the elevator with the doors closing before he can finish his sentence. I don’t think that was too harsh, right? Considering the shit way they’ve been treating Loki.

I understand how dangerous the man is, believe me, I was there when we fought him and the chitauri. I also believe in second chances. Now I know, world domination is a REALLY big thing to have to forgive, and as I’ve stated before, I do not expect everyone to forgive him and be his best friend. He has a long road ahead to make people trust him again, and he’s acutely aware of that. And even if he has no one else, he’ll have me. And I hope that means something to him.

Coming to Loki’s door, I knock firmly twice, awaiting his response. The door opens on its own, no doubt with a little help from his magic. Entering his room, which is decorated with green, gold and black. Did you expect anything else? He lays perched on his bed, his back resting against the headboard, and a book in his left hand, a book he’s no doubt read numerous times, and his right hand behind his head. He looks at me out of the corner of his eye.

“Good evening, pet.” My cheeks become hot at this new nickname of his, he just recently started calling me said name.

“Good evening, Loki.”  He closes his book, and sets it in his lap, leaning towards me and raising an eyebrow.

“Why are you not with your comrades? It is, family night is it not?”  I sigh, looking down at my hands, and twiddling with my fingers.

“It is, I just thought you could use some company. If you don’t mind, that is.” He grins, setting his book on his large, black bedside table.

“How considerate of you, darling. Come, sit.” He gestures to the spot next to him on his massive bed. I don’t know why, but Loki has always been intimidating to me. I’m not afraid, no. He doesn’t scare me, not anymore at least. His presence DEMANDS respect, way more so than Thor. I thought meeting the God of thunder and fertility was difficult, meeting Loki is a whole new ball game. He is stunning in a way no mortal man could ever compete with. Him and Thor are both similar, and yet total opposites. They’re both visually stunning, in their own respects. Thor is powerful, in every sense of the word, and strikingly handsome. He’s cheery, humble, and kind. He is sunshine, while he controls the rain.

Loki is devastatingly handsome, in ways Thor could never accomplish. He’s clever, witty, dark and humorous. He’s romantic, and whimsical. It takes all these qualities to make him the God of mischief and lies, and he does not disappoint.  Perhaps it is these features that has caused me to fall so hard for him..

Doing as he asks, I sit next to him on the bed, moving cautiously, as not to stardle him. Not that I ever could, but just to be on the safe side, I take my time.

“How has your evening been, Loki?” He smirks, turning to face me.

“Quite enjoyable, really. More so now. What have I done to deserve your presence darling?” I bite my lip, looking down into my lap.

“I-I just thought maybe you didn’t want to be alone, and I don’t like the thought of family night when the newest of our family was up in his room alone.” He scoots closer to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

“Mmm, I see. I’m glad you decided to stop in and visit me. Although I must confess, this is not anything new to me, pet. I’m used to being left out. You needn’t trouble yourself with me. My past decisions led me to where I am now, and I must live with the consequences. Do not fret over me, pet. I shall be fine.” I turn to face him, licking my lips and taking a deep breath.

“Nobody deserves to live a life of solitude, Loki. You’ve made some bad choices, yes. The world will probably never see you as good ever again, but that shouldn’t mean the ones you call friends and family never will again. I was THERE, Loki, I saw what happened. I fought against you and almost got killed in the process, I’ve saved many lives, and lost even more. But I believe a man can change, and I believe you have. If nothing else, we as your new comrades should have some faith in you, even if just a little.” During my whole speech, he was looking deep into my eyes, trying to find a lie, or a stretch of the truth, of which I knew he wouldn’t find. He licks his lip, before drawing it into bite on it.

“Why? Why do you believe in me? I do not deserve it.” I sigh.

“Everyone deserves someone cheering them on in their own little corner.” He smirks, bringing his hand up to cup the back of my head, before pulling me closer to him and leaning in.

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” I lick my lips, whilst staring at his own.

“What are you waiting for then?” He needs no more convincing, he leans up, capturing my lips with his own. The kiss is slow, but passionate. There’s no need to rush here, we have all the time in the world.

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“What will your friends think of this?” He asks once he pulls away, licking his bottom lip.

“I don’t give a damn what they say.” He chuckles.

“I knew there was a reason I liked you.”


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Summary : In which Claire asks Castiel to be her father for a day. And Cas wants to bring Dean with him.

A/N : Because Dean and Cas being dads to Claire together is one of my favourite canon concepts :)) (sorry this one’s so long, idk how to do chapters)

“Dean, I can’t do this alone.”

Cas’s huge eyes, as blue as ever, were glaring at him, half pleading, half challenging. Dean knew he wouldn’t last much longer if he kept looking at him like that. But he would not give in to this.

“It needs a team effort -”

“Yeah that’s a great way to put it, Cas, but NO. Claire called you, I am nowhere in this whole picture. No way am I gonna be the scapegoat in one of your father-daughter feuds again.”

“Claire isn’t my daughter, Dean. She just needs some help at school. Something about bringing your father….”

“Yeah well that’s what she has Jody for. Besides if it’s bring-your-father-to-school day, I still don’t see how I come into this.”

Castiel sighed audibly. “Because, Dean, I’m nervous, and I wouldn’t know how to act, and I don’t want to let Claire down. Again.” He averted his eyes. “And you’re the only one I can think of to take with me.”

Dean just glared back at him.

“Look, I would have asked Sam, but he’s busy with some research, he couldn’t make it.”

“Well screw Sam! Wait. Did you really ask him to father Claore with you?”

Cas furrowed his brows. “No, just to help me at Claire’s school. But if that’s how you want to put it -”

Dean blushed. “No! Eww. Gross. That would have been awkward.”

Castiel was still staring at him wide-eyed. “Right. So. Will you come with me or not?”

After a long silence (and a lot more staring), Dean sighed and went to fetch Baby, muttering “- cant’t believe I actually thought I could win this.”

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Just For Tonight

Castiel x Reader

Summary: You and Castiel spend as much time together as a couple as possible when Sam and Dean aren’t around.

Warnings: none

Word count: 939

Originally posted by supernaturalfreewill

“Cas?” You called throughout the bunker, flopping down on the couch beside you. “Where are you?”

“Here,” He said from the opposite end of the couch where your head was. You smiled up at him and extended your arms towards him, motion for him to come closer. As soon as he bent down, you grabbed hold of his face and smashed your lips against his.

You felt him smile against your mouth before he slowly pulled away, placing tiny kisses across your nose. “What movie are we watching tonight, my dear?” He asked, glancing at the television.

“I thought we’d watch Batman,” You announced, sitting up so he had room. “He was my favourite superhero as a child and you’ve never watched it before, so I thought why not?” Cas sat down beside you, pulling you closer to him, your back resting against his chest. “Why not put something comfier on?” You asked, playing with his trench coats sleeve.

“I find this quite enjoyable.” He said, his lips pressing against the top of your head.

“Yeah, but how often do you get to wear whatever you want?” You asked, turning your head slightly to look at him. “You have all those shirts and sweatpants you bought when you were human, they’re still in my wardrobe.”

“I suppose they were comfortable.” He said. “Okay. I’ll change.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your lips before he stood up to go change.

The two of you hardly ever got to hang out like this, like you were actually together, you were too afraid of how Sam and Dean would react. Cas is their best friend but you weren’t sure if they would support you dating an angel. He’s tried to convince you they wouldn’t mind, and you felt like he might be right, but you didn’t want to risk it so he finally dropped it and decided to wait until you were ready.

Sam and Dean were currently out on a hunt and they didn’t need your help, which gave you the perfect opportunity to spend your night with Cas. Your smile grew as you watched him enter the room again, his clothes a size too big, but he didn’t seem to care. You noticed his hair was a little ruffled, which only brought a tiny blush to your cheeks. You always enjoy messing around with his hair, it made him that much better looking, if that was even possible. “Come here,” You grinned.

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new beginnings- chapter one

This is a new story/series I’ve started that takes place where season one left off. Some things are different obviously, I basically wanted to write my own take on things. Hope you enjoy! (major spoiler warning if you haven’t seen the finale)

It had been two months since Jughead had accepted that leather jacket, changing his fate forever. He had talked with Betty and decided it best for him to remain at Southside High and become a serpent. She of course hated that he’d be attending different schools, but knew he would enjoy going there and supported him all the way. They were both concerned how their relationship would last, being torn apart by the town, but deep in their hearts they knew their love could overcome anything. Nothing would keep them seperated.

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@dreamlordmorpheus Here’s my Mr Wines for the Masters group photo! I got a couple of different sets of photos because I realised somewhere I could go with better lighting and a more neutral background, but let me know if you need any slightly different ones ‘cos I got like a bazillion outtakes here. I also didn’t try and put any eyes on because I don’t really know how to ‘shop that, but if you want me to I can give it a go.

For the record: two bedsheets, one hoodie worn backwards, one pair of black gloves, a glass of cranberry juice and a bottle of wine donated by my dear father, who took the photos. And about an hour of my time spent rather enjoyably! I am quite proud of how these turned out, they are better than I thought they would be.

Imagining before Magnus and Alec met properly, Alec’s only freshly eighteen. Imagine Alec used to get sucked into going shopping with Izzy because he was ‘a good brother’ and it’s 'bonding’ and his 'death stare scares the creeps away’. But one time, Alec’s just over it. There’s only so many times Izzy can ask him which shade of red he likes best. Really they all look the same to him and he’s pretty sure she hasn’t noticed that he’s said the second one every single time she’s asked.

So while she’s in the change rooms again, for what feelings like and probably literally is, the hundredth time, Alec slips out into the street. His rune is activated, so no one can see him, and he just starts to walk. He doesn’t have a destination in mind, and he doesn’t really know why he’s still walking. He should just turn around and go back to Izzy, but instead he keeps walking, weaving in and out of the groups of mundanes, completely unnoticed.

It’s not until he finds himself standing in front of a man playing a guitar that he realises he’d been following the music all along. The man doesn’t quite fit the description of a street musician, his case is closed, not like the others Alec has seen, who all had spare change thrown in. And he doesn’t have any other equipment other than the instrument he’s playing. It’s as if this man is doing it purely for the enjoyment and Alec is entranced.

Being a Shadowhunter, as well as being who he was, meant there wasn’t much room for doing things just for the pleasure. He trained to be a better soldier, he tried to do what was expected to please his parents, even his bow, the thing he got the most enjoyment from, was something that he used with a purpose.

But this man, who Alec was starting to notice (who was he kidding, he’d noticed immediately) was quite attractive, and very well dressed, seemed to just get pleasure from putting the music out in the world. Alec cautiously moved closer to the man, close enough that he could see the paint on his nails that was obviously done with care and precision, and sat down cross legged, just listening to the softly sung words.

The man can’t see him, but for the first time, Alec wishes he could. Of course, he could easily make himself visible again, but he thinks part of the magic is that the man doesn’t know he’s being watched. Alec continues to watch, unmoving, until he feels his phone vibrate insistently. It’s Izzy, obviously, berating him for wondering off. And a quick check of the time tells him he’s been gone, that he’d been just listening to this mans voice, for nearly an hour. No wonder Izzy is worried. He doesn’t want to leave, but his sister has effectively popped the bubble that he’d made for himself and the musical man and forcefully pulled him back to the real word.

He sighs and stands, watching the man until the end of the song, and for the first time, the man meets his eyes. Or at least it seems like he’s meeting his eyes. But he couldn’t be… Could he have known Alec was there the whole time? Alec could feel himself blushing deeply, but the only acknowledgement the man gave that he could see him was a wink and a smirk, before he turned his attention back to the chords he was playing.

Alec thought about saying something, about finding out for sure if the man could actually see him or if he was just imagining things, but before he can, Izzy is there and she’s angry. She’s telling him that he can’t just leave like that and 'you have a phone. Use it so I know you’re not dying somewhere’, but Alec’s not listening, because he’s pretty sure he can hear the man laughing at him, even though he’s obviously trying to keep a straight face. It sounds as nice as when he’s singing.

Eventually Izzy’s rant gets cut off by her phone, much to Alec’s relief. It’s Jace apparently, telling them to get back to the institute and why wasn’t Alec answering his phone? Alec rolls his eyes, but follows after his sister without a word to defend himself.

As he’s walking away, he can hear the man singing again, a song Alec’s pretty sure he vaguely recognises, even though he’s not sure from where.

“And your heart’s against my chest, your lips pressed to my neck, I’m falling for your eyes, but they don’t know me yet, and with a feeling I’ll forget, I’m in love now…”

Alec casts one last look over at the man before he turns the corner and he knows a smile is threatening to cover his face but he doesn’t even try to stop it, because the man is watching him walk away as he sings and Alec just has to know. He has to know if this man can see him, if there’s a chance they could meet again someday.

So he turns back to the man and waves.

The man does a finger wiggle wave in return and Alec’s grin could split his face.

Alec continues to listen, even as he forces himself to walk away.

“This feels like falling in love, falling in love, falling in love…”

Part two of this imagine

Aaron could talk down a hostage situation or even interrogate someone to the point where they would be shitting bricks but taking you out to dinner terrified him. He must have spent twenty minutes deciding on what kind of tie to wear. Eventually, he reluctantly just went with a dark tie to match his typical dark suit. It didn’t help that Jack was being a cheeky thing when he found out that you wouldn’t be babysitting because you’d be going on a date with his father. 

It also didn’t make things better when he fussed and whined about joining the two of you. If it weren’t for the fact that you were just that great with kids, he wouldn’t have given in to dressing Jack up in slacks and a dress shirt. 

So here you three sat, in the middle of a very nice restaurant. You could see the sweat beading around Aaron’s hairline and for a moment, you giggled to yourself. How on earth could little ole you make SSA Aaron Hotchner nervous?

Sipping on your red wine, you decided to lighten the awkward air. “Thank you for inviting me out to this lovely place, Aaron.” 

Clearing his throat, he nodded, shifting in his seat while smoothing out his tie. “Oh, it’s no problem. It’s the least I can do. I know it must be a hassle to be needed at such odd hours.”

You shrugged, “I don’t mind.”  Leaning over, you pinched Jack’s cheeks. “As long as I always get to hang out with this one.” 

Aaron smiled, enjoying the sound of Jack’s screeching laughter. Aaron couldn’t honestly begin to recall when the last time he had seen his son thoroughly happy. He had been such a roller coaster of emotions since Haley had died and he was beginning to wonder if he therapy lessons would have to be put in order. But seeing him with you made Aaron realize that Jack just needed that maternal bond in his life whether it be with Haley or someone Aaron would see fit. 

“Well, still. It must be hard to obtain a social life with how my work schedule goes. It seems you’re always with Jack or sleeping off the day with him. Don’t you miss hanging out with friends or going out?” His brows knitted together, that notorious stern expression washing over his face. It was obvious that he was probing, Aaron didn’t really know much about you other than that you lived by yourself with your [dog/cat]. 

You chuckled, running your finger around the rim of your glass. “I’ll admit, it’s a bit hard to have a social life with your hours but I’m sure I’ll find someone eventually who’ll accommodate them.” You flickered a small smile towards Aaron. 

He returned your smile, breaking that by the book expression. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he was right around the corner.” 

The rest of the dinner had been quite enjoyable, the two of you were talking about the old days where life seemed much simpler and care free. It was a disappointment when you noticed the time and Jack’s heavy lids. You squeezed the boy who made your heart swell and pecked his cheeks goodnight like you always did. Tucking him into the car, you smiled as he conked out with the seat belt across his face. Turning around, you gently smiled and thanked Aaron again.

“We’ll have to do this again soon and we’ll leave Jack at home.” Turning to lock his car door, he walked you to your car which sat about three spaces down. “Drive safe, send me a text when you get home, [y/n].”

Nodding, “Will do.” 

Smiling, he shocked you by giving you a hug. “I had a really great time tonight. It’s just a shame that I’m just now getting to know you. All this time wasted.” 

Waving goodbye, you got into your smiling like an idiot. You almost couldn’t wait for that next date. 

Lady in the Garden -- Chapter 3

Series: Fairy Tail/Doctor Who

Characters: Gajeel/Levy

Genre: Adventure/Angst

Summary: She was a falling star; an angel speaking in stardust dialects.  She was madness and wonder, and she asked him to come with her.

Note: Chapter three!  I initially thought I might make each adventure their owner chapter, but I decided to split this one in two.  I’m not as concerned with making the chapters for this story so long, as the whole thing is gonna be a kinda collection of stories, if it works how I planned it.  So here is the first part of their next adventure!  Also, I am not a historian.  This is why this story is taking me so long and if anyone is wondering, I am 100% basing the setting of this chapter on a mix of scenery from Skyrim and the Witcher, just so I had something to reference.  The third Witcher game, according to my searches, takes place around 1272.  The stories will be far more enjoyable if no one gets hung up on my historic shortcomings…  ANYWAY, I hope you enjoy the next installment, it didn’t quite turn out how I wanted but the next part should be fun to work with!

Ch. 1  Ch. 2

“So where did you say you wanted to go, Mr. Redfox?”  Levy called out over the humming and lurching of her ship.

Gajeel took several moments to answer, trying desperately not to hurl all over the grated floor in front of him.  “P-prove this damn thing is a time machine,” he swallowed heavily and took a deep breath,  “Take me back ten years.  Where you found me.”  

Levy puffed her cheeks, “All of time and space and you pick a decade in your own home town.”  With one hand she spun a dial, and with the other she flipped a lever, “But if you insist.”

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I’ve grown familiar
With villains that live in my head
They beg me to write them
So I’ll never die when I’m dead

I’m bigger than my body
I’m colder than this home
I’m meaner than my demons
I’m bigger than these bones

And all the kids cried out, “Please stop, you’re scaring me!”
I can’t help this awful energy
Goddamn right, you should be scared of me
Who is in control?

I have not been this terrified for a fictional character in a very long time.


Gif is mine

Make Jon smile :з 

Requested by Anon~

“With Trip down on that planet, I’m gonna have to watch this match all by myself.” Jonathan sighed out, gazing at the chip in his hand.

You gave a small smirk. “Why not just wait for him to come back?”

He shook his head once, relaxing back against his chair with another sigh. “He won’t be back for days.” Jon replied. “But watching alone isn’t quite as enjoyable as watching with someone else.”

You didn’t miss the way the Captain turned his head slightly to look over. If you didn’t know him better, you’d say Jonathan Archer was wearing puppy-dog eyes. So, you laid your PADD down with a roll of your eyes. “If you bring the beer, I’ll bring the popcorn.”

Watching water polo may be mind-numbingly boring, but the boyish grin that Jon wore at your response almost made it worth it.

anonymous asked:

S/L kinda got ruined for me early bc of the d1scourse. It was another ship that ppl saw (strangely) as a 'safe' alternative to S/K, but didn't know how to make them mesh so S&L were turned into bubbly shells w no personality. Weirded me out, & I still can't get over it. I can understand why the ships w them separately are enjoyable, but can't enjoy S/L. It feels like another ship to prop L up most of the time, w L being 'perfect' and 'tragic,' but w S validating what L does no matter what 24/7.

It was quite clear from the beginning that this ship war will only ever be about K/ancers hating on Sh/eith, I’m happy for Sh/ance shippers bc at least they’re not getting as much shit as Sh/eithers

and when you’ve been in the vo/tron fandom for a while and you’ve come to associate L/ance with antis (that frequently shit on Sh/iro), I guess Sh/ance can feel… off

Checklist for inducing a manic state:
- Start off by being incredibly depressed and bored by everything
- Take a vacation you don’t deserve
- Make yourself feel really guilty about how poorly you managed your time off and for being A Mess the whole time and prob ruining everything
- Work 21 consecutive days in a row at your full time job and actively apply for a second job for all the free time you have because what are hobbies
- Neglect all your basic human needs
- Annnnd also anything you do for personal enjoyment
- Turn down a date, if one does not present itself, you could also seek one out and get turned down
- Relapse a few times, why not
- Quit blogging. Start. Stop. Start … Stop. Start. STOP.
- Begin a diet you can’t afford, now is the perfect time tbh
- You only have 2 friends? Stop talking to them
- Cycle in and out of hypomania to kickstart this engine, vroom vroom voilà

Edmund x Reader: Better than talking

Anonymous said: Sorry for asking something totally cliche. But can I get an Edmund X reader involving the dialogue: “Shut up.” “Make me.” Sorry again. 😅 love your blog

~This is super cheesy…hope that’s okay :) Golden age💜~

“All I’m saying is that if I wanted to sign the agreement with Calormene, I would have.” Edmund threw a rock into the waters.

 The two of you stood by the lake in the Western Woods, skipping stones. You smiled to yourself, letting the rays of the afternoon sun wash over you. 

“I mean,” Edmund continued, picking up another stone, “Their political policies are completely different from ours.”

 He let the rock glide over the small ripples. You stood in silence for a moment.

 “Let’s get off this boring topic.”

 You turned to Edmund, a smile forming on your face. “I think there are more enjoyable things to do than talk, don’t you think?” 

The young King’s eyes widened. 

“I didn’t mean it like that, you goob.” You said, laughing a little.

 You pushed him playfully. Of course, it was only meant to be a friendly shove, but what starts out innocent usually doesn’t stay that way.

Edmund staggered back and went tumbling into the waters.

 “Ed! Oh Aslan.” You scurried over to where Edmund stood, soaked in water and looking quite livid. 

“I would imagine anyone else to fall over from a simple push,” You said, laughing to yourself and extending your hand, “But not The Just King.”

 Edmund frowned. “Shut up, Y/n.”

 “Make me.” 

The young King raised an eyebrow, still frowning with his other eyebrow. You smirked. “Oh cheer up. All you-”

 Before you could finish your sentence, Edmund yanked your hand and pulled you into the river. You toppled over, grabbing Edmund’s tunic for support. 

“EDMUND PEVENSIE!” You shouted into his ear, releasing his tunic and wiping the water from your eyes. “Why on earth would you-”

 “To shut you up.”

 “Well, there are other ways you could’ve-” Edmund pressed his lips to yours. 

You were in such a state of shock in that moment that it rendered you motionless. All you were physically able to do at that moment was forget everything around you and close your eyes, kissing back hastily. 

You didn’t know when the kiss ended, or even how it ended, but it did. And there you were. 

“You do love to interrupt me, don’t you?” You said, grinning. Edmund laughed, still standing in water from the waist down. 

“It’s what I do best.”

And as the sun began to go down on that lazy afternoon, the two of you shared another kiss-all the while being drenched in water.

nykoload  asked:

Heeyyy birb lord do you know (or do you do?) any art tutorial stuff for people trying to get back into drawing? Idk where or how to look for anything.

I know you already found some stuff but I figured I’d throw in a little advice anyway! This is gonna be a bit long and include some links and technical + motivational help. Most of this is what I’ve learned at school + uni and from my years as a hobby artist.

First of all, if you’re starting up again after a long time of no drawing (or even if you’re a beginner) I’d recommend:

  • Starting completely from scratch. It’s tedious, but it’s always good to start with the basics, sort of “relearn” drawing.
  • Drawing from life! Real life is THE BEST foundation to build on, before you focus on having a personal style. Try croquis drawing if you can, if you can’t you should check out some of the sites I’ll link to at the bottom of this post.
  • Studying proportions and anatomy!! A lot of the drawing process is memorizing proportions - it’s always completely necessary if you want to develop your own style. Simple help sheets can be useful! You don’t have to master anatomy to start experimenting tho, but there’s never an excuse to not study it. You have to know how the body connects before you can start drawing it!
  • Always focusing on what’s underneath. A problem with a lot of new artists is that they want to make something that just looks good on the outside. Try drawing “skeletons” and helplines for faces (links below).
    Tip: Try dividing the body into several different shapes. What I usually do is that I draw a circle from the head, line for the spine and plot in the hips and shoulders as shapes before I start on the actual figure.
  • Not undermining the importance of composition. As with proportions, everything in an art piece has its place. It’s all about individual pieces working together to form the whole. You can detail as much as you want, but the way you’ve composed the picture has a HUGE impact on how good it will look. 
    Tip: study your pictures from afar - if it doesn’t look good, it won’t look good up close.
    Another tip: Use composition to create a focus point - this is what will catch the viewer’s eye and guide it through the rest of the painting. (here are some examples of how I create focus points, but it’s not very in-depth). Focus points can be created with colour, light and placement, often by using harmonic composition principles (links below)
  • Studying colour theory. Colour can be used in so many ways, and knowing very basic colour theory can really help you find colours that fit!
    Tip: Don’t use pure black and white for natural shading/highlighting, it often looks dull, shadows have colour too, and often in a contrast to the colour of the light source (see links).
  • Use references! There’s no shame in using references, they can be excellent to remember proportions and shading. Just remember to credit the photographers/models (unless it’s you) and don’t trace them and post your tracings!!

When it comes to getting back into drawing, here’s some advice that’s worth thinking through: 

  • Try to understand why you quit in the first place. If it was anything but just not having the time, it’d be good to try going in a different direction than you did the first time, figure out why you quit.
  • Try finding a reason to keep going. I create art because it makes me feel accomplished and productive, it’s relaxing to work on (most of the time), and it’s a way I can make people happy. Make sure the positive effects outweight the negative. Try surrounding yourself with things that inspire you, you could for example keep folders of inspiring works (or watch speedpaints) that just makes you eager to start creating.
  • Challenge yourself! An artist should ALWAYS strive to improve. It’s a journey with no destination. You can never be perfect, which is both terrifying and comforting. Never shut out legit advice - the feeling of accomplishment will only last if you work for it.
  • Experiment! A way to stop feeling stuck or like you want to quit is to try out different and new techniques (i.e. different brushes, watercolour, charcoal, etc.) You might find a medium you really enjoy but wouldn’t consider working with before.
  • Keep in mind that drawing should be enjoyable in one way or another. It can be stressful and make you feel bad if things don’t turn out the way you want to. This is normal, but if it becomes a source of crippling anxiety instead of an enjoyable activity that makes you feel accomplished, it’s probably not a hobby you should pursue.
  • Be aware that things take time. Working on a craft will always be tedious - don’t lose hope if you feel like you’re not good enough, you can only get better with time and practice.

Here are some resources I’ve bookmarked and looked up (it’s not a lot but can be good to get started):


  • ManStock - Reference pics of male models (contains nudity)
  • dAPoses - Reference pics of all models (contains nudity in some folders) 
  • Posemaniacs - A LOT of 3D models of people you can rotate (sadly doesn’t take things like bodyfat into account, but is great for basic poses and proportions)
  • Posemaniacs Handviewer - 3D models of bodyparts you can rotate (contains nudity)
  • Pixelovely - Recommended site for gesture drawing, easy to customize and good if you wanna avoid slacking off!
  • Quickposes - Another timed gesture drawing site.
  • Hand Challenge - A LOT OF HANDS
  • UKhairdressers - Hair / facial hair / face references
  • SketchFab - A lot of different and sometimes stylized 3D models




I wish I had more links but I hope it helped at least a little! DeviantART has a lot of tutorials, but sadly a lot of them are bad or too stylized for beginners so it can be difficult to find useful ones. Youtube however has a lot of stuff made by professionals, and I’ve personally learned a lot from videos when I was a beginner. I hope most of the ones I’ve found can help you, and don’t be afraid to ask if there’s something specific you need help with.

O A S I S    1 (m)

P A R T  2

Synopsis:    Priority #1 - Survive at all costs.

                    Priority #2 - Don’t kill each other while attempting priority #1.

                    Priority #3 - Hold onto your sanity for dear life. 

Word Count: 10,796 Holy shit

Genre: SMUT, Lust Triangle, Survival, Danger, Romance, Angst, Yoongi x Reader, Jimin x Reader

Warnings: Sexual Content, Violence, and Death.

W/N: Yes I made a moodboard, I got emo af bout dis shit. So I’ve been lacking in fic posts lately. I have WAY too many plots, and not enough writing time. You know, had to go do life and stuff. I’m honestly proud to post this for you guys though, it was well worth the time and effort. I really hope you like it! (It’s coming out in two parts because it got long af.)

Being lost underwater in the open ocean pushed you beyond the feeling of fear and reason. Your eyes found only darkness upon meeting the stinging beast of salty sea water. There was no light, nothing to grab hold of, and no hope of finding the surface. The sudden feeling of oxygen being sucked from your body felt like your lungs were being crushed from every possible angle. Still, even while the ocean was threatening to swallow you whole, you felt the hot breath of death dance gracefully down your spine. Direction is of little value when you can’t tell up from down. The deep blue sea will do that to those who are accustomed to dwelling on land. All too suddenly, it felt like Poseidon himself yanked you down into the depths below. The feeling of hitting the ocean floor pinched a nerve deep inside you, hard enough to jump start your survival instincts. If the water was vigorous enough to thrust you down that way then you couldn’t be far from the surface.

Sand is down. Air is up.

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BEAT SHUFFLE - Kyo and Takumi

Just quick notes:

First there were few questions/topics,
about what they were wearing and glasses (Kyo has many pairs, he wore very round ones to the broadcast),
about recording TV shows/music (Takumi talked about what he listens to),
about watching TV (Kyo said doesn’t really watch TV, besides Adventure Time)

Then they talked about the new single. First idea was quite different to the final version; collaboration song turned out different than usual sukekiyo’s image with TUSK (with shouting). When asked about lyrics Kyo said to simply read them.
They also discussed the video and Kyo’s outfit. Asai didn’t get the headpiece and was really curious how the whole outfit works and what inspired it.

Then there was a quiz to win a signed photo, Kyo had to give a hint for fans to guess some information.

After playing “anima” they talked about the concerts. Kyo said that playing new songs was enjoyable. And they discussed his outfit again (at this point Kyo sounded quite angry). Takumi diverted the talk to music.

Kyo explained the show in July - it will be two parts played on the same day, two concerts with a break in the middle. He thought that not many artists do that, so it will be interesting to try it.
And he was very firm when requesting that fans wear black to the show. Very.
He also said that July’s concert will include the same content as previous shows and more, so even people who attended their concerts in November and April will also enjoy it.

Next part were questions from fans.
First was about eating before the show. Kyo said he doesn’t eat anything on the day they perform, only snacks on chocolate. When asked why they don’t used catering he said it’s smells and makes him feel sick. Takumi agreed that recently he also started to follow Kyo in that.
Next question asked for some story from the time they filmed PV. They complained that it was taking a very long time and it was cold, even though it was shot in a studio. One day there was 3 hour delay or something and there were many bento boxes lying around and Kyo found them smelly too.
(there was one more question, but I got distracted by someone here XD)

Lastly Asai said that Kyo chose the second song to be “Ameagari no yuushi” because of the weather, but it was Takumi announcing it.

(bear in mind that I took some notes while listening, so there was more info/more details)