this was harder then i thought it was going to be

MAP Arguments Refuted

I said I was gonna make this post so here it goes. Be prepared for typos.

I’m a non offending pedophile

According to whom? Yourself? You’re on tumblr which is a site full of minors. You regularly interact with them and have an entire blog dedicated to pedophilia. If you were really non offending, you would be in a therapists office and not online where any impressionable minor can fall into your grasp. By making people believe that anyone could be a non offending pedophile but are regularly online, indulge in shota and lolicon, and gawk at children on the streets, it’ll make it easier for any pedophile to offend and make it harder for children to be believed because the offender calls himself a non offending pedophile. You’re not a non offending pedophile, you’re just trying to normalize pedophile for your own selfish gain.

I’m a CSA survivor

Please get some professional help. You should not be in a toxic community that normalizes your abuse and other abusers. You can get help and it’s never to late. Do not believe the MAPs on here. You do not have to be like them and it’s not your fault that you feel like this.

Pedophilia is a normal attraction.

No it’s not. It’s an immoral paraphilia whether you like it or not. It’s not normal because you’re only attracted to the bodies of children and nothing else. You cant compare that to a normal attraction because it just isn’t. You don’t go to therapist for normal attractions. You have to go to a professional for pedophilia but most MAPs don’t want to because they only think about themselves.

Therapy won’t get rid of the attraction

I never said it would. Nobody did but going to a professional will help you handle it better. Im not gonna trust in your pure will power not to offend if you’re not even gonna get any help. If you’re so desperate to talk about it then talk about it to a therapist. Blogging about it doesn’t help you. It’s not safe for minors and I’m 100% sure they dont like the fact of knowing that anyone they know could be MAPs and could have opportunities to offend them. It’s not fair to them to be aware of it 24/7. Don’t give me that bullshit that they might out you either. Doctor patient confidentiality forbids them from doing that unless you’re a clear danger to yourself or/and others. People like me aren’t therapists either. They can’t have a bias in who they help. If you’re so stuck on not offending but afraid of being outed by a therapist then you never cared about children to begin with. I’d rather take a professional opinion than someone else’s and not some whack job or someone not reliable either.

The MAP community helps me not offend

This is a threat. You’re saying if the MAP community doesn’t exist, which it even shouldn’t, then you’d go out and offend a child. That’s really frightening to think that a tiny community full of other child predators helps you not offend. The only thing this community does is normalize pedophilia. It doesn’t help you not offend. If you offend that’s all on you and nobody else.

I’m a minor (under 16) MAP

No you’re not. You’re still a minor which means you can’t be a pedophile. If you truly think so then get some help. You can still be a normal person. There’s still time. Don’t let these sick fucks on here convince you otherwise cause they’ll just do it to push their cause and for their own benefit, not yours.

I’m a MAP and have POCD

No you don’t. You cant be a MAP and have POCD. POCD cause people distress and it doesn’t look like you’re panicking when you’re trying to explain how hot a kid was when you went to the fucking market. People with POCD don’t talk about children sexually and certainly don’t have a blog dedicated to minor attraction. They hate these thoughts and they dont want to be associated with you. Stop ridding on the backs of the people with this illness and stop messaging people with POCD to try to convince them that they’re MAPs. You’re causing fucking harm to these people so shut the actual fuck up.

We’re just trying to raise awareness

For whom exactly? People know that child predators exist and now they’ll just be even more aware of who they place their children around. No one is gonna trust you not to offend because all it takes is an opportunity. Don’t even dare say raise awareness for children either because that’s just fucking sick and suspicious as fuck. It sounds more like you’re trying to get as close as possible to children without your was being thrown in jail. I’m not surprised either. All of you cut the definition of contact so much that your foot is practically over the line but just not touching the ground. Nobody cares that “non offending” pedophiles exist. Y'all are still a danger to children either way. No more no less. I’m sure all the child predators in jail were non offending before they got caught too so get fucked.

We’re getting more support

No you’re not. You get like 50 notes max, anything over 200 is all antis telling you to fuck off. Some support though from like ableists, minors who don’t know better, and extremely stupid people. I’m not surprised since most if not all MAPs are ableists, racists, xenophobic, islamaphoic, homophobic people who probabaly all voted for Trump or would vote for Trump.

I’m not a danger to children

According to…??? Yourself. Am I supposed to believe that? Sure. Sure. You can’t tell me that people you have told aren’t more cautious about you when you’re next to children which you shouldn’t even be doing. If you were Really non offending your stay away from children at all costs.

There’s no such thing as thought crime

Sure there’s not, however if you tell someone that you think about commiting a crime i.e offending a child or killing someone, you can be arrested for it. All of this isn’t in your mind either. It’s real. You talking about children sexually online is real. You indulging in shota and lolicon which is illegal is real and it makes you offending. You having a blog dedicated to your paraphilia is real and it makes people afraid.

I’m not proud of my attraction

Then why do you have a blog for it? It’s not to find help because even if you only have one IQ point, you would know that going on tumblr is not help. All you’re doing is talking about children online and harrassing minors. If you weren’t proud of it, you wouldn’t continuously be talking about it. You’re not helping yourself.

I just want to be respected and accepted

Fuck you. You’re a fucking pedophile and the world hates pedophiles. Your prey on and are attracted to children. You can’t get respected if you wanna be the lowest scum on the planet. You want respect then shut up about it and get help.

But I don’t harm children

So what? You want a cookie for doing something that any normal person doesn’t even have to think about? You want a special prize? Get fucked.

It’s to erase the stigma around pedophiles and pedophilia

That’s bad. How can you not see that? That’s normalizing pedophilia and it’s for your own benefit. You can say it’s so pedophiles can feel free to go out and get help but you’re wrong. You erase the stigma around pedophilia and people will give then support when they actually do offend a child saying that they didn’t mean it or they couldn’t help themselves. Not to mention any child predator can call themselves a MAP and get support but it’s just so they can get closer to children if they’re not already. You’re a fucking idiot if you wanna erase the stigma around it. It’s stigmatized for a reason.

Message me if you have more you wanna hear and have me refute it.

A Difficult Circumstance - 2/? feysand fanfiction

Summary: Rhys and Feyre make their first foray outside their bedroom and see how well they can keep their secret under wraps. Spoiler alert: it’s harder than it looks.

Tagging: @darkheartsdontbreaktheybruise @personpersonper @birdiethebibliophile @juliasempiternal @feyre-therabeaux @jjellybean @stellaireskies @highladyofshadowhunters @marabarrow @amazinglyawesomeperson (If y’all do/don’t want to be tagged let me know, I just kinda copied from last time and added on new people)

AO3 : Part one : no warnings, just inappropriate jokes



He turned back towards Feyre, halfway through the door.

“You need to get dressed before you go out there.”

“Oh.” He looked down at himself, wearing the black silk nightgown that he had bought Feyre as a surprise the week before. “You’re probably right. I’d say the same for you, but I’m sure you have thought ahead. You remember where my closet is, right?”

“Yes. Why is your closet so far away?” Feyre grumbled.

“Because you have a lot of clothes and I gave the walk-in closet to you.”

“You’re the one who buys me all the dresses, I can’t be blamed entirely. They can be really heavy.” Feyre was pouting and she knew it, but there was something she needed to do, something she was dreading.

“You love all the dresses, Feyre darling. And now I get to try them on!” He noticed her hesitation and stopped his progress towards the closet. “What’s wrong?”

“I need to tell you something.”

His breath hitched in his throat. “What is it?”

“I need to use the restroom.” Feyre pronounced the words as if it were the worst news they’d had all morning.

“Why are you telling me… oh. I see.” They looked at one another awkwardly as the full import of having to live in someone else’s body came to bear. Of course they knew each other well, their mouths had tasted every bit of skin on one another’s bodies, even the parts that never saw the light of day, and yet this was an entirely new level of intimacy.

“We will never speak of it again. Unless you want to. Do you want me to show you how?”

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Kai’s POV

Completely struck by his words, all I could do was stare into Jeremy’s eyes. I gently bit my lower lip, my fingers threading in his hair. All sorts of thoughts were going through my head, but my mouth decided to focus on just one. “Kiss me.”

He stared back at me with a blank expression. “Kai…”

“Please?” I practically begged, my teeth biting harder into my lip. I could tell he was finding it hard to resist. The look in his eyes told me everything.

“I can’t do that.”


“Don’t say my name like that,” he replied as he ran his thumb along my lip, forcing me to release the death grip my teeth had on it. “You’re making this really difficult.”

“It doesn’t have to be.”

“It’s already going too far beyond the line with me being so close to you like this.” I open my mouth to speak again, but the sound of the door opening broke my concentration.

“What the fuck is this!?” shouted an all too familiar voice. Jeremy quickly pushed himself away as I set up, my eyes connecting with Dylan’s. “Did you call me over here just so you could let me see you making out with your new boy toy?”


“I don’t even want to talk to you right now!” he shouted before turning and walking out of the room. Instinct took over, pushing me from underneath Jeremy and after Dylan. I caught up to him and grabbed his wrist, only for him to turn and slap me across the cheek. “You get what you deserve, slut!”

I retracted my hand and put it against my sore cheek as Jeremy pulled me behind him and instantly grabbed Dylan by the color of his shirt. “I was waiting for a reason,” he said before punching him square in the jaw. I gasped and stepped further away as everything finally came to a head.


anonymous asked:

51, 66, 82 Taehyung

“I’m your husband. It’s my job.”

“I won’t let you get hurt.”

“I’m not your boss? Well then who is?”

wc: 527

genre: fluff

Originally posted by je0n

Winter is the best time to go ice skating so all of the ice rinks in town are packed. Last week you confessed to your husband, Taehyung, that you never learned how to ice skate. His reaction was more than you expected.

“You can’t ice skate? How?! Everyone knows how to ice skate! Honey, I’m taking you to the rink next weekend and teach you how to ice skate so well you’ll make Yuri! On Ice look like amateur hour.”

It sounded like fun when he first brought it up but now as your legs shake while holding onto Taehyung’s arm you were starting to regret agreeing to his idea.

“I don’t know, Tae. This is way harder than I thought-” your foot slipped and you almost did a split. Taehyung laughed as he pulled you upright.

“I won’t let you get hurt. Just grab onto my arm and I’ll walk you around.” He wrapped your arm around his and pushed easily off to a slow pace, you clinging on behind him.

After a half lap around the rink, Taehyung is still smiling as brightly as when you first arrived. “Isn’t this fun, honey?”

You gave a shaky nod, “Y-yeah. I’m having a blast.”

Taehyung’s skates skidded to a halt, causing you to bump into him. “Y/n, don’t give up now. We’ve been here for maybe thirty minutes. Once you get the hang of it, you’ll be skating all over Seoul.”

“Why do I have to learn how to skate? Where I grew up no one knew how.”

“I’m your husband. It’s my job to teach you every skill I know.”

You laughed at his serious expression. “Sure. Can you teach me how to sing as beautifully as you do?”

“Oh, babe. Don’t be silly. I can’t teach you a skill I was born with.” You hit his arm playfully as he started to push his skates off again. He was determined to teach you how to ice skate by the end of the day.

After three hours of skating and running into people and apologizing for almost knocking down a four-year-old who was also learning how to skate, you got the hang of it. You admit that you held Taehyung’s arm for longer than you needed but he didn’t need to know.

Your legs were tired and your feet were sore from skating for so long. Taehyung was also getting worn out as he sighed when you two finally got to sit down and take off the tight skates.

“I want hot chocolate.” You rubbed your stomach to emphasize how hungry you were. “Get me some.”

Taehyung looked at you with disbelief. “Get it yourself? You’re not my boss.”

“I’m not your boss? Well then who is?” you joked. Taehyung playfully hit you arm but pulled out his wallet anyways to see if he brought any money for drinks.

He stood up and stretched his hand out to you. “Come on bossy. Let’s get you some hot chocolate.”

// so current thoughts on chapter stuff: i’m starting to think that overhaul and his gang don’t have whomever it was they used to make the quirk erasing bullets. that eri is only used to make the serum. the serum that reverses the wrongs of those bullets and brings the quirks back. 

// so that’s why they want shouta. because why would they need another person with a quirk that erases quirks if they already have one. especially if who they had was a child … why would they need some 30 year old man who is a hero who would obviously be much harder to keep captive. they must be desperate to keep their research going. to make more bullets. 

// so eri isn’t useless. she’s not cursed. she’s actually the cure. shouta might be the one with the cursed quirk, here soon.

“We were pretty poor back in Mexico. My parents were divorced. Mom did the best she could. She was always a hustler. She’d sell jewelry, or food, or anything that she could. But a lot of nights there still wouldn’t be enough to eat. We’d survive on tortillas and salt. I was only eight when we came to America. So I was too young to understand. I think my mom thought she could make some money and bring us home. She thought she’d learn English, and maybe start a business. But it was so much harder than she expected. We moved so much looking for work. She’s fifty and she still cleans houses every day. Every year she gets more worn down. She’s been getting sick a lot lately. But she can’t afford to stop. She never will. Right now I’m in school. I always thought I had to be the best student because I’m undocumented. I thought I’d go to law school, or graduate school. But now I’m not so sure. My mom would literally destroy her body to make that happen for me. How could I allow that to happen? I’m a Dreamer. And everyone loves the Dreamers because we’re a perfect package to sell. But why am I the only one who gets the chance to feel safe? Whenever I hear ‘I stand with Dreamers,’ I always think about my mom. I’m not willing to throw her under the bus. I’m not willing to be a bargaining chip to make her seem like a criminal. Everything people admire about Dreamers is because of our parents.”

We’ve talked a lot about the repeated deaths, but that’s not all that can happen in this kind of situation. What kind of injuries do you think the IPRE dealt with until the year was up and they were reset?

Magnus loses an arm. It’s an early cycle and he shouldn’t have had to make that kind of sacrifice, but he did it to help someone else and no one is really surprised. No one knows what to do - should they offer to help him with things? Would that be insulting? When Magnus comes far too close to losing his other arm in the same year, he learns to ask for help when he needs it.

Merle is too close to an explosion and loses his hearing. Lucretia offers him one of her notebooks, and it’s both a wonderful idea and a mistake because he uses it both to communicate and to leave notes all over the ship. They’re very dad-like notes, commanding various crew members to pick up this mess or go do some chore. When they try to argue Merle just shakes his head and motions helplessly at his ears, even though they are writing him a note in return. It’s not long afterwards that they reach a world that has sign language and everyone learns the basics. 

Lup has been burned, badly, but it takes a while before she lets anyone help her manage the pain because she doesn’t want to feel better when she can’t do that for Taako because he died in a fucking fire. It’s Barry who finally catches her with her guard down late one night, and he and Merle find a combination of cooling spells and herbs that make the pain (the physical pain) more bearable.

Davenport is blinded, and for a while he won’t accept any help. He’s the captain, he’ll figure it out on his own. He tries to pilot the ship with muscle memory and crashes it somewhere remote, and he just screams in frustration at losing the one thing he’s the best at, even if it’s only for a year. He’s quiet for a while, not interacting and going through the motions as well as he can, until Magnus wanders into the cockpit and asks what the big, red button is for. Davenport explains, more of the crew wander in, and he ends telling all of them about the ins and outs of their vessel. It’s a good day, and after that (both that year and after) he spends less time in the cockpit and more time with his family.

Lucretia can’t walk anymore, not easily and then not at all, so Magnus offers to give her piggyback rides everywhere she wants to go whenever she wants. Lup and Barry make her a chair (permanently levitating so that stairs aren’t an issue), but she finds she likes the company while exploring the new towns. She takes up Magnus’s offer more often than anyone expects her to.

A landslide that takes Lup catches Taako, too; he takes a serious blow to the head. When he wakes up he doesn’t speak, and doesn’t really look at anyone. But he listens to them, he can hear them, and eventually Lucretia picks up some journals and sits with him. At first she reads, but eventually she just shares interesting things that happened that day and gossip; even though his expression doesn’t change she can tell he’s enjoying the conversation from the way his ears flick around with as much movement as always. When the year is done they still gossip, but it’s never one-sided. (Except when it is, years and years later. Taako has a bad day and Lucretia offers to read to him, and he lets her. It’s a little sign that things are… better. Improving.)

One year there are days Barry hurts too much to walk on his own, and Lucretia’s chair makes a second appearance. Lup isn’t there, or Magnus or Merle, so the ship is quiet more often than not… until Taako and Barry go barreling down the hallway together clinging to the chair and targeting Davenport of Lucretia. It shouldn’t be funny but it is - one light and fun moment during a particularly bad cycle.

anonymous asked:

Eddie and Richie are having a heated makeout session and then Sonia comes home and freak outs from what she just saw

read with caution for teen boys making out

“Rich…Richie…you need to…go…” Eddie choked out as his boyfriend kissed down his neck and over his collarbones, gripping his hips and letting one of his hands tangle in his hair. He was in Richie’s lap, which was pretty common, and the two were sat in the living room where they had been watching a film not too long ago. Then Richie got bored of said film, and thought Eddie was much more entertaining. “I’m serious, my Mom’s gonna be…hmm…home soon…” Eddie’s voice trailed off and he forgot what he was talking about once Richie started sucking on the base of his neck.

“Stop talking.” Richie mumbled against Eddie’s love bite littered skin, and gripped his waist harder, moving his hips over his own and making both boys shiver. Eddie moved his head then and wrapped his slim fingers around Richie’s neck, forcing him to look up.

“Don’t tell me to shut up, Tozier.” He whispered, and Richie saw something dark in Eddie’s eyes that set his whole body on fire.

“Have I ever told you I love it when you get aggressive?” Richie smirked and Eddie shrugged.

“Only every single time you come over.” He teased, and tangled his own fingers in Richie’s hair, giving it a tug, and basking in the sound of Richie’s breath hitching. He watched him swallow nervously as that familiar urge to just drag Richie upstairs started filling Eddie’s mind. “I hate it when you distract me.” Eddie said, leaning down and whispering into Richie’s ear as he kept tugging on his hair. “I was enjoying the movie, asshole.” Richie’s eyes were squeezed shut and both of his hands were trembling on Eddie’s hips, fumbling with the hem of his shirt and just wanting it off because it was getting in the way. Eddie leaned back when Richie whined at him, tugging at the shirt and trying to pull it over his stomach, and yanked it over his head, flinging it to the floor and kissing him hard on the lips.

“Christ, Eddie…” Richie moaned and let his nails rake down Eddie’s exposed back, hearing him whine into his mouth at the stinging feeling. “Please let me take you upstairs…” Richie begged, and Eddie was just about to smile, having some smart ass reply in his head, when something clattered to the floor behind them. Both boys looked up and froze when they saw Eddie’s mother standing in the doorway of the living room, shopping bag on the floor with half of the groceries spilling out, and a look of utter horror on her face. 

“What the HELL is going on in here?!” She shouted, glaring at her son and his delinquent boyfriend, as both boys scrambled off the couch, Eddie jumping from Richie’s lap and desperately trying to search for his shirt as he sheepishly smiled up at his mother.

“Uh, hi Ma!” He nervously laughed, cursing under his breath as he realised he had flung his shirt across the room in the heat of the moment. 

“How’s life Mrs K?” Richie asked, trying to steady his breathing and not start having a panic attack. Mrs Kaspbrak practically growled at Richie before yelling in anger and lunging at him. Richie sprung up from the couch within seconds and hopped over the back of it, heading for the back door. Mrs K ran after him, the remaining shopping bag in hand, and started yelling profanities at him as Eddie followed them.

“Ma, don’t!” He shouted as Richie stumbled out onto the back porch, tumbling down the small steps leading into the yard, before standing up and making a bee line towards the fence.

“You stay off of my property Richard Tozier!” Sonia Kaspbrak screamed at him, throwing an apple from the bag at Richie’s retreating back. Richie scaled the fence, and turned his head to see his panting, terrified boyfriend watching him from the back door, and he winked at him.

“Same time next weekend, Eds?” He called out, just as another apple missed his head by an inch. 

That night, Eddie got grounded for a month, being told that Richie was allowed nowhere near him until he learned to control his ‘urges’. Eddie was forced to go to his room and told not to come out until the morning, even though it was barely six in the evening.

It turned out to not be that bad however, because that night Eddie heard a tapping at his window, and grinned as Richie waved at him and motioned for him to open the window.

“So, I kind of feel bad for earlier.” Richie said, leaning half of his body into Eddie’s room. “Do you mind it if I make it up to you?” Eddie couldn’t contain his smile and dragged him inside, more than ready to finish what they started. 

msdistress said: I saw that civilized werewolves being super competitive when it comes to other packs, and now I can only imagine an AU where (adult) Stiles and Scott are renting a house together, and Derek moves in the same area. And while the McCall pack and the entire Hale pack (Talia, Laura, etc.) are on civilized terms, Scott and Derek just can’t help themselves. And maybe a part of the showing off is actually a way to impress (court) Stiles, as in “My lawn ornaments are much nicer than his!”

So this is kind of that, but kind of not? This is pretty silly :) Happy Halloween!

“You’re not dead,” Stiles says as Scott bangs open the door and shucks off his shoes in the next movement. They hit the wall and then bounce into an ungainly pile in the middle of the hallway that Liam will no doubt trip over when he gets home.

“Nope,” Scott says. He looks confused by that part.

“So… That’s good?” Stiles has pumpkin guts all over his hands, but offers Scott a fist bump anyway.

Scott follows Stiles back into the kitchen and then plops down across from Stiles’s half-finished jack-o-lanterns at the counter. He’s a couple weeks early, but Halloween has to be taken seriously. These are practice pumpkins.

Scott says, “It was weird. I think they’re all models. They force-fed me pie.”

Stiles arches a skeptical eyebrow.

“I mean, the pie was great,” Scott says, face screwed up. “I think they were happy I ate the whole thing?”

Werewolf metabolism, Stiles thinks sourly. He’s getting to that age where he has to watch his beer and pizza intake. It sucks. He says, “I’ll make them brownies,” and then apparently it becomes a thing.


Stiles doesn’t know if the Hale pack are actually all models, but they’re definitely taking the supernaturally hot thing to a whole other level.

Scott’s betas are reasonably attractive, sure, but Liam’s the size of a cave troll and Mason’s on this whole hippie-chic kick that makes him look like a train hobo.

Stiles holds out the plate of brownies and tries not to stare at Erica’s boobs. Boyd has the bulging chest of a roman gladiator and Stiles could cut his hands on Isaac’s cheekbones, it’s insane.

Stiles says, “Nice to meet you guys,” and Erica’s lip curls up and her hands hover around the plastic-wrapped plate like it’s made of poison and-or possibly oatmeal. He waggles the plate back and forth. “Promise they’re wolfsbane free.”

And then Jackson fucking Whittmore comes swanning down the staircase and Stiles says, “You’ve got to be shitting me. Jackson?”

“Stilinski,” Jackson says with a scowl.

“Lydia told us you got eaten by a giant lizard.”

Jackson scowls harder. “Fuck off.”

Stiles would like to say that the addition of Jackson makes the pack less appealing, but despite having the personality of a canned ham, Jackson still looks like he was carved out of marble. Balls.

And then someone says, “Do I smell chocolate?” from behind Stiles and he definitely does not jump three feet into the air, but it’s a close call.

He flinches and spins around and says, “Fuck my life.”

The hottest mountain man Stiles has ever seen is frowning at him and Stiles wants to bury his entire body in his beard. He wants to weasel his way under that soft-looking Henley and lick his collarbones. Stiles is ninety-nine percent sure this is Alpha Derek Hale, even though Scott had failed to prepare him for the way Derek’s eyes are eating Stiles’s soul.

Stiles wordlessly holds out the plate of brownies.

Derek takes them with a resigned silence. No one else is saying anything either, and the back of Stiles’s neck is starting to prickle with unease. Are they going to eat him now? They’d moved into town so Liam and Mason could go to the local college, expecting some kind of resistance, territorial posturing, possible brawl for dominance, but Scott had been tirelessly optimistic—even more so since the pie eating thing.

Stiles slinks around Derek, hands up. He says, “I’ll just, uh… leave now,” and backs down the sidewalk so he can see any kind of attack coming. He’s got a taser in his back pocket and he’s not afraid to use it.

The Hale pack all watch him with narrow, calculating eyes and Jackson gives him the finger.

Stiles thinks that if this is the way they react to brownies, he’s going to bake them a motherfucking cake.

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GLOOMVERSE THEORY: Wallis DOES NOT want Harold living on the streets!

I recently got this ask on my Wallis askblog ( @askwallisgloom ) and I decided that since this is something I feel… Pretty passionately about, I’d write up my thoughts on it!! As always, this is just MY theory, it may or may not be canon, only CQ can say that! So, here we go-

Wallis does not want Harold living on the streets.

Despite their differences and arguments, Wallis and Harold do love each other. Seeing his little brother out on the streets would probably hurt Wallis a lot.

Personally, I believe that Wallis HAS tried to get Harold to live with him before, but Harold… Really, really does not like accepting help. Probably because he thinks he’s a burden or something. This is shown here:


Where Harold is visibly uncomfortable at Assy offering to buy him stuff. 

So Harold has PROBABLY declined offers for help- ESPECIALLY from Wallis, someone he might feel a lot of guilt around- before.

As a more… Obvious pointer, though, please follow me through this look into the finer details~!!


We can see here that Harold stole $400. Enough money, in Wallis’ humble opinion, to need to be paid back- And how he does that is, of course, by forcing Gloom to work for him.

Now is a fantastic time to point out that Wallis has an unlimited supply of workers, it’s not like he NEEDS the extra help. He’s also a brilliant actor.

Moving on, we have this:


Assistant’s weekly paycheck is $600- $200 whole dollars more than what Harold stole. And in Wallis’ own words- “Whatevs. It’s not even that much.”

So, we can deduce two things from this.
1. If Wallis doesn’t think $600 is much, he certainly wouldn’t think $400 is a lot.
2. Harold would have completely paid off his debt by now, and yet, Wallis hasn’t made any indication that he wants Harold gone.

Those are the basics, but for a deeper look, I’d like to point you in the direction of this interaction:


Wallis hasn’t been working Harold very hard at all. In fact, the worst he’s done, is force Harold to be more HEALTHY. If he was truly upset about his money being stolen purely for the fact his money was gone, wouldn’t you think Wallis would be working him WAY harder??

If we take into consideration that for the most part, Harold MAY have some form of depressive disorder- Or at the very least, is stuck in a rut in his life- Wallis forcing him to be active and do something is probably the best thing he could do. Keep in mind that Wallis has 3 definite layers to his personality:

1. Flashy angry show persona, the main one we see throughout the comic.
Less flashy, normal, “I think I’m pretty great” persona.
The ‘real’ him, who doesn’t think he’s very good at all, and probably has a few self esteem issues.

I think it’s… Fairly safe to assume that anything Wallis does shouldn’t be taken at face value, since he’s buried his real feelings so deep down. This in mind, it’s very plausible that Wallis’ true intentions to HELP his brother are cleverly hidden by a guise of “Wanting to be repaid”- Something that fits his top, and foremost, persona.

Moving on from this, we have this exchange:


This is proof that Harold’s condition and situation has been on Wallis’ mind for longer than he lets on. Wallis always has trouble articulating how he feels, so for this interaction to even HAPPEN is a show of how much this means to him- Even if he does run away from the conversation before it can be continued.

Wallis was mad that Harold stole his money, yes- But he wasn’t mad that he was down $400.

He was upset that Harold didn’t think he could just ASK for help.

Honestly, I believe that Wallis’ anger towards Harold was just misdirected anger at HIMSELF- After all, who was it that separated himself from his brother? Who was it that made Harold’s limbs disappear? Who was it that saw, with his own innocent eyes, his brother scream for him to get away?


Here we can see that Wallis notices that Harold is upset by this on a personal level, and is probably… Projecting a bit onto Assistant. He immediately moves forward to try and remedy the situation, and ‘comfort’ his brother to the best of his ability.

…On a more speculative note, you could see this as Wallis indirectly promising Harold that he’d help him, too.

In conclusion-

Harold and Wallis love each other. They have their disagreements, and they have things that they don’t like about each other, but when it comes down to it they only want the best for the other. Neither of them is a “bad guy”- They’re just two kids that happen to be a victim of circumstance.

And Wallis absolutely would not want his brother living on the streets.

i thought i knew how to love. that is, until, i had the honor of loving you. you taught me how to truly love. you allowed me to actually love. to love with no care. to love endlessly without fear. fear of getting hurt. fear of loss. fear of not being loved back. in my past relationships i thought i loved. i thought i knew how to love. that is, until i had the honor of loving you. you came into my life after i thought i was done loving. you came to show me i hadn’t even been loving. you make me feel like i’m floating through space. you make me feel like time doesn’t exist. only you have made me feel like i’m alive. like i have air in my lungs and blood rushing through my veins. like i have bones in my body like i have love in my heart. you allow me to feel every single atom that is made up in my body. you’ve allowed me to experience feelings i’ve only heard of. only read of in books. if i had the chance, i would skip through all the chapters of heartbreaks and go straight to loving you. that way i could love you longer. love you harder. because ive wasted all this energy i could have been using to love you. i wasted all this energy “loving” when i thought i knew how to love. but god, i wasn’t loving. i was just feeling. and love is more than just a feeling. i know because you taught me that. when i had the honor of loving you.
—  arcadeamy 
The types as people I know


-Really outgoing when it comes to daily life interactions, but it’s harder for her to open up about personal things

-Always there if you need her, good listeners

-Generally lazy but very responsible if something interests her

-Very independent, she doesn’t need others to do things

-She tries to hide it but she gets very emotional when something happens to her

-Extremely creative


-So bossy

-Best time manager I’ve ever seen

-She rarely breaks the rules

-So hard working and organized, she studies every day

-She only does things the way she’s specifically been told to do them

-Loves compliments

-Dominant in relationships

-Addicted to shopping but somehow she never runs out of money


-Mysterious and shy when seen from the outside

-Very down-to-earth and with a clear mind and ideas

-She will listen to you for hours even if she has other problems

-Sometimes she needs to “disconnect” from the world

-She gives good advice but never follows any of it, specially concerning relationships

-She has a “mother complex” she likes fixing and taking care of people


-Good leader

-Very outspoken and outgoing

-He has deep and philosophical side

-He constantly tries to improve himself but he’s not competitive

-He puts a lot of effort in what he does and never gives up

-Funny and flirty

-Very optimistic


-He always has something to object, his favorite answer is “yes, but…”

-He looks so nice and adorable but when you know him he’s an asshole

-Loves analyzing people

-Needs change and freedom

-So critical with himself and other people

-Love talking about himself but not in an arrogant way

-Narcissistic af but with some insecurities


-Weird and mysterious, you never know what he’s thinking

-Doesn’t like letting others influence his decisions

-He hates being like everybody else

-He has a lot of deep thoughts and existential questions

-Loves partying and being with friends

ESFJ: (my mom)

-She literally sacrifices her life for the people she loves

-She has a lot of perseverance and willpower

-Gets mad so easily and takes everything personally but then she forgets

-She thinks everything that differs from what she believes or she doesn’t understand is wrong

-She’ll never admit her faults

-So natural and funny, she says the first thing that comes to her mind


-Her dark humor is great and scary at the same time

-She can be shy but she’s very outgoing when you know her

-She’s very independent and sometimes just cares about what she wants

-Looks more confident than she is

-Loves going out with her friends


-Very kind, cares about others


-Loves books, TV shows…etc

-Talks too fast

-Likes being with people but also spending a lot of time at home

-Gets mad easily but hold no grudges

-She acts selfish but also cares about others a lot

-Loves cooking

INTJ: (math professor)

-Might be a genius

-Doesn’t know how to interact with people, usually very very rude

-Values initiative and finding different ways to solve a problem

-So stubborn

-He lives in his own world

-He values rules and organization

ISTJ:  (my aunt)

-Super bossy, she could actually work in the army

-Surprisingly chill most of the time, loves to relax and try things

-Very organized, she always gets things done

-Has sudden bursts of anger that last like 30 seconds and then comes back to her chill state again

-Very independent


-Very talkative

-You can easily tell she is confident by the way she speaks

-Very independent, does what she wants

-Loves being the center of attention in small groups

-Smart and organized


-Very independent

-Loves to roast people

-Doesn’t study but for some reason he’s always lucky enough to pass

-Loyal friend

-Has a soft side he shows his friends and family

-Very funny

Comfort Inn Ending | 7  (FINAL)

“It was you who Jungkook gave his heart to- that is, until the day you broke it. And it is you now, hoping that some faultlines can be repaired, and that some broken hearts can be put back together again.”

pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: smut, angst
wordcount: 10k

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anonymous asked:

What do you think about NISAmerica's localization of Ouma's lines in general, especially in chapter 5?

Both of these questions deal with pretty much the same issue, so I’ll be answering them both together. Also, Ouma’s localization in particular is something I’ve been wanting to discuss ever since I got to about midway through Chapter 4 in particular, so now that I’m finally finished playing the localization in general, I’m glad to have a chance to talk about it specifically. I’ll be saving my thoughts on the rest of the localization for other posts, but for this one in particular, I really do want to talk about what happened to Ouma’s characterization in particular.

First and foremost, I want to say: these are my personal thoughts on the matter. I’m not here to bash on other people’s translation work, moreso with the amount of effort and detail that’s required for translation. Some of the errors that occurred throughout the course of the localization were not, in fact, due to any one translator but were instead the natural result of what happens when you have four translators working on different characters—that is to say, a simple lack of context and communication. Several lines were drastically mistranslated simply because the translators didn’t know what the character immediately beforehand had said, and this caused some confusion in the process.

However, it is a fact that much of Ouma’s characterization, particularly in Chapter 5, suffered as a result of this localization and the translation choices that were taken. In fact, some of the most important, plot-relevant scenes concerning Ouma were translated in a way that I believe makes it much more difficult for people who have only played the localization (and therefore had no access to the original lines) to understand his motivations, his thought process, or his character in general.

This entire post is going to be very, very long, namely because I tried to go in-depth and double-check all the original Japanese text before writing. I’ve bolded some of the points I felt were most pivotal to what the localization messed up. Huge spoilers for the whole game are under the read more, so be careful if you’re trying to stay spoiler-free!

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MBTI stereotypes vs. How I see them irl

ENFP stereotype: crazy, always yelling, always crying, loud, obsessed with rainbows and unicorns for some reason.

ENFPs irl: being an ENFP myself I’ll say that we are so much more mellow than you’d expect. Some of us are actually kind of quiet and can get confused as introverts. We are excitable people, without a doubt, but we’re picky about who we want to be excitable around.

INFP stereotype: dark, brooding, always sad, poetic, cries a lot, takes everything personally, probably emo

INFPs irl: I won’t deny that INFPs definitely can be like this, but they’re also surprisingly playful & don’t show their emotions as much as you’d expect. Every INFP I’ve met is super witty and they always have the most perfect comedic timing! Seriously, y'all could be comedians. They can sometimes be smartasses and seem like INTPs, even ENTPs on the surface.

ISFP stereotype: hipster, emo, crybaby, manic pixie dream girl, tortured artist

ISFP irl: I won’t deny that the stereotype is pretty accurate. But like INFPs, they don’t show their emotions as often as you’d think. They actually come off as quite aloof and unemotional on the surface. Also; even though they’re sensors, they are very much like intuitives! I dated an ISFP and we used to have the most interesting conversations.

ESFP stereotype: party animal, attention whore, loud, annoying

ESFPs irl: Like the ENFPs, they’re surprisingly laid back. And some can be confused as introverts; they’re very similar to their ISFP “cousins”. Although ESFPs are party animals without a doubt, they have a surprisingly mellow vibe. They’re also a LOT smarter than you’d think.

ENTP stereotype: asshole, always debating, just dicks in general

ENTPs irl: I have a lovely ENTP teacher and my dad is an ENTP as well. Honestly, I think ENTPs are one of the thinking types that can often be confused to be feelers. They’re often VERY friendly and charismatic— sometimes even more so than ENFPs— and you’ll find that they’re surprisingly very emotional when you get to know them. Remember, kids: thinkers have feelings too, they just have a harder time grasping them than feeling types.

ESTJ/ENTJ stereotype: mean, bossy, stoic

EXTJs irl: Both of these types are stereotyped to be very mean & bossy people. They sometimes can come across like that, but often times when they’re being bossy, they’re only trying to help you. A lot of people misinterpret their actions. Yes, some EXTJs abuse their power, but a lot of them are just looking out for people and making sure they do the right thing. They’re also very fun & social if you become friends with them! They’re so much nicer than you’d expect. 

ISTJ stereotype: boring, hates people, stoic

ISTJs irl: They aren’t boring, just very mellow. Every ISTJ I’ve met has a very calm tone of voice. Like EXTJs, they can come off as bossy, but often times they’re only trying to help you. They definitely have a fun, charismatic side to them too.

INTJ stereotype: evil, hates people, antisocial

INTJs irl: Yeah, a lot of INTJs are like this. But they can be really good friends; they can just be quite picky about who they want to spend time with, because they’re often very very introverted. When you do get “chosen” by an INTJ, they’re actually super fun to talk to and be around. They have a soft, sweet side too that they’ll reveal to you if you get close enough. Like ISTJs, they’re often super mellow people.

ISFJ stereotype: pure, soft, will bake you cookies, very emotional

ISFJs irl: Alright. I’ll admit that the ISFJ stereotype is pretty spot on. But they’re also more smart & independent than you’d expect. They’re very caring about others, but will still go out and get what they want no matter what the cost; a confident ISFJ won’t be afraid to cut you out of the picture if you’re hindering their progress! They also give REALLY good advice. That’s typical of an XXFJ type though, tbh.

INFJ stereotype: extremely introverted. dark and brooding. probably psychic.

INFJs irl: I have an INFJ best friend and let me tell you, these types really do come off as extroverted! They can be very charismatic and chatty and are so much less mysterious/cryptic than you’d expect. They’re so fun to be around!! I’ll agree that they’re probably psychic though tbh. A lot of INFJs I’ve met have had weird spiritual experiences & predicted things that I never could have thought of before. They can also be huge party animals if you bring out their wild side!

ENFJ stereotype: typical “hero”, preachy, emotional, manipulative

ENFJs irl: I honestly don’t disagree with this stereotype. ENFJs can be manipulative, but they don’t always have malicious intent. They’re a little similar to EXTJs at times; they seem controlling, but often times they’re just trying to help. ENFJs sometimes get a bad rep, but I think they are super impessive and smart people. And yes, it’s true; they most likely know you better than you know yourself.

ESFJ stereotype: typical basic bitch, loud, charismatic, over emotional

ESFJs irl: I’d say the stereotype is true, but exaggerated. Some ESFJs can be a bit obnoxious, I’ll admit, but they’re usually super wonderful to be around. Their presence is often very fun & refreshing. They may seem smothering at times, but just know that deep in their heart it’s because they want to keep people happy. Every ESFJ I’ve met does their very best to put a smile on everyone’s face; they’re always joking around, giving out compliments, and giving out hugs. They often have good intentions with everything they do and you can just /tell/.

ESTP stereotype: daredevil, asshole, party animal, impulsive

ESTPs irl: They definitely have a tendency to be all of the above. But they’re also super friendly & charismatic, and very caring deep down. They’re also often really really smart, but don’t often show it unless you get them talking about a subject they’re invested in. When they’re not out partying and going wild, they are actually super chill people.

ISTP/INTP stereotype: assholes, nerdy, hates people, critical

IXTPs irl: Actually sweethearts. They often aren’t too great at expressing emotion, but they’re just so nice, they can even sometimes appear nicer than the IXFPs. They care so much for people without even realizing it. I dated an ISTP and he used to do the sweetest romantic gestures ever!! They come off as aloof, cold, and often robotic; but you still get a general sense that they care for the people around them, and they often truly do deep down.

anonymous asked:

Okay that Derek's soft hands post was awesome, but it was funny too cos like, imagine if his hands aren't actually that soft? My uncle's been working roadworks for years and a few years back he started buying Dove soap instead of the cheap brand and he loved it so much he started buying the moisturiser too and like, at least twice a day he would lather moisturise the shit out a them then go around telling everyone to feel how soft his hands were. But they still felt like sandpaper and no one (1)

would say anything because he’s this big, rough as guts dude named Spike who was in prison for years and god help whoever tells my uncle who loves to linger in the health and beauty aisle to see the different moisturisers, that they aren’t doing jack for his hands.

Sorry for the very late reply to this! Now all I can imagine is Derek who tries to pamper himself with lotions and potions but no matter what he does, it never seems to work out? No matter how much he tries to make himself feel soft and good, it always backfires. It’s either got an ingredient that make his senses go hay-wire (apparently aloe-vera is the worst) or it just doesn’t make him feel better. Derek imagines it’s a similar feeling to when people expect amazing sex, only to feel unsatisfied after. Derek’s never expected amazing sex from anyone though, not even Kate when he trusted her, so he doesn’t know if the comparison is all that accurate. 

It’s after he tries the Peaches and Cream Ultra Lotion that he hits rock bottom, sitting on the loft floor, staring at the offending lotion bottle. He’s pretty sure the right hand side peach is taunting him. For the smoothest skin, reads the speech bubble. Derek rubs at the pads of his fingers and tries not to get upset because it’s a fucking lotion. But here he is anyway, drowning in the after math of yet another lie. 

He doesn’t know how long he sits there for but it’s long enough that Stiles shows up, armed with a bat. At first, it’s clear Stiles thinks Derek is hurt - probably because he is still sulking on the floor - but the moment he crouches in front of him, he immediately takes in the lotion bottle and raises an eyebrow. Derek expects him to laugh or throw some careless comment his way. Braces himself for it. What he doesn’t expect is for Stiles to pluck the bottle from Derek’s hand and replace it with his own. He holds it loose enough that Derek could pull away if he wanted to.

He doesn’t want to.

Instead, he sniffs. This big, loud, wet sniff that he wants to be embarrassed about. Except, he isn’t. Maybe it’s because he’s seen Stiles give himself a concussion from a chicken baguette once (he still doesn’t know how Stiles managed that one) or maybe it’s because Stiles is smiling at him; smiling in a way Derek rarely sees. It’s the smile he reserves for his dad, for Scott. It’s a smile you earn, and it’s being directed at him right now. It’s a smile, Derek realises, Stiles has shown him often. For months now. He doesn’t know what that means. 

He squeezes Stiles’ hand anyway, shrugs a shoulder and picks up the lotion bottle again. Grips it. Hard.

It explodes, and before he knows it, they are both on their sides, laughing. Derek doesn’t know if Stiles is laughing because he is or because they are both covered in pink gunk. 

“It smells like peaches,” Stiles wheezes, as if that explains everything. “Derek Hale. Likes to smell like peaches.” He clutches his side harder and uses his legs to push himself further into Derek’s space, until his head is in Derek’s lap. “I think you’re amazing just as you are, wolf man, but if you want my mom kept recipes for stuff like that.” He nods to the now broken bottle, still in Derek’s hand. “They are all in a box under my bed. You want to come over later, get some dinner with me and my old man? There’s a Mets game on.” 

Derek is silent for several moments, trying to decipher what Stiles is saying. Eventually, he decides not to overthink it. If he overthinks it, Stiles might take the offer back. Might drop his hand. 

Derek really doesn’t want Stiles to drop his hand.    

“I can make veggie burgers.” He coughs. Serious. “From scratch.” 

Stiles smiles with his eyes, brings Derek’s hand up to his mouth but doesn’t kiss it, like Derek thinks he’s going to. Just looks down fondly, like they’ve done this a hundred times before. Shit, maybe they have, he thinks, swallowing. In their own way. “You learn that in werewolf school?” 

Derek laughs. “Something like that,” he says, thinking of his Grandma, who taught him everything he knows: cooking, sewing, how to swear in eight different languages. When she was old enough, Grandpa Hale taught Laura how to drive while Grandma Hale read The Princess Bride to Derek in Spanish every Friday night. Derek always thought he got the better end of the deal. 

“Show me.” Stiles grins, a challenge, and somethings shifts inside Derek. He tries to frown, because it’s expected of him, but he ends up blushing instead when Stiles leans up and whispers, “next time, I’ll get you one of those aprons that say kiss the cook on them, huh?” in his ear. “I think you’ll find I’m very good at obeying instructions.” 

Derek rolls his eyes and pushes him away. His palms are sweating. “You don’t even know what the word ‘obey’ means.” 

Standing up, he starts towards the kitchen, only to find himself on the floor again, tripping over nothing, when Stiles calls after him, “maybe I just need a firm hand to keep me in check!” 

The bastard doesn’t even look sorry when Derek pounces on him, pinning Stiles’ hands above his head - rough hands, just like his, he realises- but Derek is too busy torn between wrestling Stiles and kissing him to care. 

Are those whiskers?

Pairing: Wolfstar

Warnings: Drinking, mild smut, all the feels 

Remus was cold, again. Even under his bed covers and surrounded by books. It was as if the transition had sapped the warmth from his body, even days later. He drew the covers closer and tried to ignore the empty feeling in his bones. His eyes were beginning to droop closed, and he might even have fallen asleep if it weren’t for that thumping noise drawing closer and closer.

“YOU!” The dormitory door screeched in protest as it banged open. 

Books and papers slid across his duvet as the curtains of his four poster bed were whipped open.

“Where have you been?! I’ve been looking for you all night!” The deep voice bordered on theatrical. Remus didn’t have to look to know who it was. 

Instead he dived to save the large tome that was about to fall on Sirius’s foot. 

“I think you have the answer to that one Pads, I’ve been here.”

“And what have you been doing here?!” Accused Sirius, unperturbed.

Remus looked about the room, affronted. 

“I thought I’d work on the map…Sirius, have you been drinking?” Questioned Remus, frowning slightly. 

“Of course I’ve been drinking Moons.” Sirius’s voice had become a little throaty, Remus thought. It sounded kind of good.

Sirius swung around the four poster bed, and Remus just about managed to sweep the rest of his books aside before he collapsed on top of the bed, sighing deeply.

Remus was suddenly aware that he was wearing little more than a pair of boxers under the sheets.

“The question is, why weren’t you drinking Moony? You're​ missing the party of the year. I only left because I couldn’t find you.”

Remus concentrated on piling the books onto his bedside table.

“Pads, what party are you talking about?” He said to his nightstand.

Sirius rolled onto his stomach, pushing Remus across the bed and propping up his head on his hands. Remus did his best to ignore the way he could feel Sirius’s warmth at his side, even through the sheets.

“Sirius, what party?” Remus pushed, if only to distract himself.

“What party?!” Sirius’s exclamation turned into a frown, as he fell deep in thought.

“Actually…it was sort of impromptu…” He admitted. “I’m not entirely sure how I got there if I’m honest.” Sirius’s eyebrows knitted together.

An exasperated smile was creeping across Remus’s face. “And…why do you have…I mean, are those cat whiskers?”

Sirius gasped and nodded somberly, drawing himself even closer, so that Remus could see the smudged face paint quite clearly.

“I saw those two Hufflepuffs we tricked into doing our potions essay last week….I needed a disguise.” Sirius raised his eyebrows, as if he expected Remus to be impressed.

Remus couldn’t help the snort that escaped his lips. “Yeah, well… they don’t suit you. You’re a dog, remember?” 

Sirius slapped a hand across his face, as if he’d somehow managed to forget this fact about himself. 

“By all means” He smirked, “take them off.” 

Remus smiled, he couldn’t help it. “Maybe I will.” 

He reached into his bedside drawer, pulling out a towel and wetting it with his wand. “Stay still.” 

Sirius smirked, pushing back his hair and closing his eyes ceremoniously. 

For a moment the thought flickered across Remus’s mind that it would take just a few centimetres for him to close the gap between their lips. 

Instead he sighed and pressed the towel to Sirius’s face. His free hand drifted to Sirius’s jaw, holding him in place. It was hard not to spread his fingers out, not to slide his hand back and lose it in Sirius’s hair. To pull him forward and…

Remus shook his head and moved to the other cheek, working quickly now. 

When he moved his hand away Sirius followed. Did he imagine that, or did Sirius just lean his face into his cupped palm? Remus stayed frozen, mesmerized by the trust of Sirius’s closed eyes.  

He dropped the towel, and took the liberty of running his fingers across Sirius’s newly clean cheeks. When his eyes flickered open Remus dropped his hands guiltily. 

“All done.”

Sirius smiled. “Back to my beautiful self.” 

Remus’s snort was quickly replaced by a gasp as Sirius rolled over and wriggled under the covers.

Suddenly Sirius’s body was against his bare skin. Sirius was in his bed. Remus tried to control his erratic heartbeat, but he was only wearing boxers and Sirius was in. his. bed. Tingles burned across his skin as an oblivious boy flicked off his shoes and socks. 

“Why is your bed so much comfier than mine?!” He asked, throwing his head onto the pillow dangerously close to Remus’s face and staring at the ceiling.

“I…I thought our beds were the same.” Muttered Remus weakly.

He was suddenly intensely aware of how the back of his hand was brushing up against Sirius’s.

“Nope, yours is definitely better than mine.” Sirius said decidedly, letting out a contented sigh.

After a few minutes pause, in which Remus tried desperately to control his heartbeat, he broke the silence.

“So…you’re just going to sleep here are you?” He tried to keep his tone light as he stared determinedly at the ceiling.

“If you want me to move…” Sirius yawned, clearly crashing after his busy night, “…you’ll have to make me.” He turned his face towards Remus and closed his eyes, putting out the light with a lazy flick of his wrist.

Remus didn’t want Sirius to go anywhere, so he kept his mouth shut. If he stopped staring at the ceiling and turned his face sideways he would be practically nose to nose with Sirius, and he couldn’t decide if that was a brilliant idea, or a terrible one. Remus closed his own eyes and sighed. There was a comfortable fuzz of warmth and tiredness creeping over them.

The back of Sirius’s hand was still touching his, and one of his legs was now hooked over Remus’s. There was a steady wave of tingles rolling back and forth across Remus’s body, and he thanked Merlin Sirius hadn’t taken any clothes off, because he was pretty sure his body would have exploded.

“You’re drunk.” He murmured, as much for himself as Sirius.

“Not as drunk as you think I am.” Came the low reply.

Remus’s heart leapt, but his mouth couldn’t quite form any words.

Sirius lapsed into a sleepy silence, until, quite naturally, Remus turned his face to the side. Even though his eyes were firmly shut, he could feel Sirius’s hot breath on his lips. Sirius must have felt him too, but he didn’t move an inch. Was he asleep? Was he just drunk?

It was then Remus realized that their fingers had become intertwined. It was subtle, almost accidental, but it couldn’t be a mistake. Could it?

With his heart in his mouth, Remus made the tiniest of movements, dragging his pinky finger in the smallest of circles across Sirius’s skin.

Sirius’s wordless reply came quickly, as he mirrored his movements with his thumb, which had found its way to the top of Remus’s thigh. Nerves and pure excitement coiled in Remus’s chest. Was this really happening? He couldn’t be mistaking these signs.

Still, no words passed between the boys, and Remus stayed frozen to the pillow. But the tension in his chest kept building as the circles Sirius was teasing on his upper thigh grew bigger and bolder. With each circle he knew he couldn’t be mistaking it.

This was it. He had to do it. He wanted to do it, Merlin he wanted to do it so badly.

Hiding behind closed eyes, he inched his lips closer and closer, pulse hammering in his ears. It took almost a full minute until Remus was so close he couldn’t possibly go back. Still, he wasn’t quite sure who closed the gap, but it was happening

Sirius’s lips were soft, teasing. Remus felt the tension in his chest expand into something like euphoria. He was lost in Sirius’s musky smell, the soft feel of his hair, the press of his body, his lips, Merlin his lips. Why hadn’t he been doing this his whole life?

Remus all but moaned in protest when Sirius broke the kiss.

Finally. Merlin, I’ve been waiting so long to kiss you.” Sirius said, his voice deep and raspy.

Remus tried to form words, but Sirius’s hand was travelling along his waist, tugging their hips closer together. What left Remus’s mouth was more like a growl.

Sirius let out a chuckle that was quickly stifled by a kiss as Remus’s hand slid to his face. He leant into the touch, releasing a wave of something excitement that flooded every nerve in Remus’s body. He was greedy now, every inch of Sirius was a too-long forbidden place he could finally explore.

Their mouths came together harder and more desperately this time, and after a few moments Remus tugged at Sirius’s bottom lip, sucking and grazing his teeth over the soft skin. Before he knew it he’d let out another soft growl of satisfaction.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He murmured.

Sirius’s grin was visible even in the half darkness. “Oh I might have an idea.” He replied, sliding on top of Remus and grinding gently onto his hips. 

He leant down to Remus’s ear, “There are a few things I’ve been waiting to do to you.”

When Sirius’s fingers reached down past the soft waistband of his boxers, Remus took in a sharp breath. His face must have betrayed him, because the corners of Sirius’ mouth fell. 

Sirius pressed his hand flat against Remus’s chest, and he was sure Sirius could feel his frantic heartbeat underneath it. 

“Tell me this doesn’t feel right.” Said Sirius, his voice edged and desperate.

He leant down, pushing Remus further into the soft bed, and pressing his lips to the skin of his neck. 

“Tell me this doesn’t feel right, and I’ll stop.” He breathed. 

Remus shook his head, fighting hard not to let himself go “You’re drunk.”

Sirius drew back, focusing a long hard stare into Remus’s eyes. 

“A little.” He rasped, sliding backward and pulling Remus into a sitting position.

Sirius slid his hands around Remus’s neck, pressing their foreheads together and concentrating very hard on slowing his breathing. 

“Yeah.” He breathed. “I’m a little, little bit tipsy. But I’ve been thinking about kissing you for seven years. And I’m not sure I can wait another seven seconds.”

Sirius pulled away just far enough that he could focus on Remus’s face in the dim light. 

“But if you ask me to I will.” 

Remus stared at the boy in front of him. He already knew his world had shifted.

He pressed a thumb into Sirius’s lip, trying to convince himself this was real.

“Promise me you’ll feel the same in the morning, Sirius.” 

Warm hands cupped Remus’s face, forcing his eyes back to the grey pools in front of him.

“I promise, Remus” The way Sirius said his name already had Remus leaning forward, grabbing a handful of his soft shirt, kissing whatever skin he could reach, but Sirius didn’t stop. 

“I promise.” He murmured into Remus’s neck. “I promise.” He breathed as his lips brushed against his ear. 

“I think I’ll feel this way for the rest of my life.”


Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader
Summary: Seb and the reader attend a photoshoot to promote their new movie. Sparks fly, and who knows what will come out of it? 
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It was fun to do though, not gonna lie. Hopefully my friend can help me fix up some mic settings and teach me how to tidy-up some audio.
And help me record a few other battles too. ;D It’ll be great~



Kept a girl waitin’! Bet its now. Oh, it’s time!
Gotta get the tools out to spit ya out a good rhyme.
Another breakdown? With damage, grease, and grime?
Oh no, it’s actually just you. Yeah, nevermind.

A dainty little princess all dressed in frills and white.
I would have called ya queen but you don’t have the might.
Cause I’m pretty sure a queen needs that someone, ‘Mr Right.’
But a shame that he’s gone to bang his boy toys tonight.

You come here with your pretty voice going ‘Oh Prince Noctis!’
But, girl, your freakin’ over him is just obnoxious.
Like, weren’t you two just kids when you gave this boy a chance?
You may not hear this much, but ‘keep it in your pants!’

But ya see here in the country, the hottest place to be,
There ain’t no one who’s better than fixin’ shit than me,
So silly girls like you so desperate to be wed,
Might really need that Hammer right straight to the Head.


I mean, I’m sorry, but who are you supposed to be?
A blond-haired bimbo with a pair of wanna-B’s?
You see, my appearance and stature remains consistent,
But you? You only have two things of special interest.

As a girl with the power to commune with gods,
It’s my right and bloodline to beat you and the odds
Are ever in my favor, call me Katniss Everdeen,
I’ll slay you, Miss Mechanic, make it Rage Against Machine.

Princess Lunafreya of the kingdom, Tenebrae,
I’m the motherfucking Oracle, so bitch, don’t even try
To call yourself a goddess. I’m afraid you will not
Reside amongst the strong and great, you silly little thot.

And now, my dearest prince, allow me this small chance
To teach this bitch that love will win across this great expanse.
I should write this down! No, wait a bit, it’s business for this gal.
But at least I have much more to say than ‘How ‘bout them decals?’