this was supposed to be in my theme and private thing it

Beating major d*ck.

Some people just like to use their power to bash people and degrade people publicly. Whenever I encounter these people I like to grasp the situation firmly in hand and beat them down. In this case I give you special piece of crap we shall call D*ck. D*ck is a older guy who has worked for a branch of state law enforcement for many years. He was very vocal about being three years away from full state retirement and about his rank in state gov.

I was working as a contractor doing some I.T. work. We had a large group to move the department forward at least 10 years technology wise. It was all hands on deck to prep computers for the incoming new computers and of course setting up the new ones. In my case as a coder/network grunt I was being ‘borrowed’ and more than happy to help.

D*ck was the only jerk out of at least 300 people I had enjoyably encountered. He complained about anything he could figure to complain about and would go over the departments managers heads to complain. Part of what I was asked to do was inventory their software used, directories mapped, and to copy files to their new network folders. Keep in mind we did a copy of the data and not a move. When new computers arrived the network copy served as a way to making sure the data was backed up before it was cloned over to the new system. D*ck was livid that someone touched his computer and swore we deleted a file we could not find.

I was marched up to his office with my management team and the department’s senior. I promptly found his file on his new system (and on the network). I happened to notice that he had newly installed a newsreader but did not say anything about it. I knew if I called him out on it I would get canned and they would not look into it. Instead I opened the reader while D*ck was bashing me in the hallway to his audience and changed his preferences. Now the files would not delete when they were read or deleted. Keeping in mind this was in the late 90’s and the internet was still a new thing for many. A lot of people would download their porn from newsgroups (usenet) by using a newsreader to download everything new dumped in the selected group (think like a folder). Groups would follow a theme or where supposed to. The reader would put all the pieces together so you could see the images or video and copy them to folders. I was made to apologize  in front of him and marched off in shame. D*ck was really throbbing with all of his smugness.

I was passed off from that project to just doing a rework of some DOS based software. I told my suck up manager that a lot of people were downloading and installing software on their own. My manager clicked that it was work we could be tasked with doing to create billable hours and that he could score suckup points with. This in turn created various email distributions and policy updates. I also point out that we need something about appropriate usage - great! The policy also now highlights that any private use on government equipment is subject to the same rules as fraud - perfect. This helps later because there is NO wiggle room for offenders. In turn my manager was more than pleased with me and treated me golden - hell he even bought me lunch.

I quickly forgot all about D*ck and found myself expanding the list of software that needed to be rewritten by me. This kept me busy and extended my contract. My boss was happy, my agency was happy, and my clients were very happy.

Fast forward few months later. I get back to the office and the bosses are there looking for a coworker. They asked me if I knew anything about d*cks new system and I told them HELL no. They walk off and told me if I saw the coworker to send him over.

When my coworker (who was an employee and not a contractor) returned I told him about the managers, my encounter with Major D*ck and tipped him off about the newsreader. My coworkers eyes lit up and he stood straight like a huge weight had been lifted. It turns out that D*ck once again had senior staff watch the 'stupid idiot’ fix the computer that the “tech broke being incompetent’. Surprise - It turns out it was out of disk space and would not re-start. The tech had to boot from a disk and delete temp files just to boot. In front of everyone the tech points out that one directory was filling the drive with images. Once he had everyone’s attention he then popped open some images. Porn immediately filled the screen including some very sketchy stuff from what I hear.

The tech was ushered out and D*ck lost his job. Instead of putting D*ck into jail they covered asses and terminated him. No job, no power, and pension for you D*CK.

Sam & his view of Dean

I’ve been having some thoughts and conversations about Sam’s view of Dean recently with Dean’s facade coming heavily into play in the narrative this season and thinking back over the seasons and some of my struggles with how I have perceived Sam in the past. 

I feel like this season is addressing this head on and I applaud this, it’s actually very refreshing and freeing to not have to keep my negative thoughts on some of Sam’s behaviour to myself as it’s clear that this is how it was supposed to be perceived as it is now brought to the forefront of the story in order to be overturned as Sam is led to realise some things…

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Yana’s favorite tropes

Today I feel like adressing one of the most popular topics in the Kuroshitsuji fandom, the BL subtext. The male on male fanservice has always been prominent in the series, has stirred up controversy, attracted many. annoyed some, and even spawned a funny rumor that the manga was supposed to be a yaoi one. The last statement, which has aready been proved false, has it’s roots in the author’s past as a yaoi artist and the shota BL works that she published under her pen name Yanao Rock. For this post I decided to read one of those works, Glamorous Lip, a one-shot consisting in six different short stories, and take note of the similarities with Yana’s current and most prominent work, Kuroshitsuji

First I want to note that with these observations I am not trying to prove a point or encourage any particular view of the manga, I simply thought that getting to know the author’s tastes might help to make future predictions on the current storyline. 

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GF Back to School Headcanons

-When the twins have to write the typical ‘what I did during my summer vacation’ essay, Mabel leaves nothing out. She’s especially vivid about Weirdmageddon and Dipper is freaking out when she tells him what she handed in. He starts scheming about how he could possibly get the essay back and Mabel is just like “Bro, we were supposed to write about our summer!” and Dipper is convinced they’re going to be put into therapy. But thankfully the teacher is familiar with Mabel’s eccentrics and hands back her essay with an eye-roll and a “Mabel, you were supposed to write a factual essay, not a creative story.”

-Dipper wears his ushanka (Wendy’s hat) every day and California is hot. He’ll just be dripping with sweat but he refuses to remove it and eventually Mabel modifies it with a little pocket that fits an icepack so Dipper has a way to keep his head cool on particularly nasty days

-Mabel normally always gets unicorn-themed supplies for school and her mother finds a super pink and sparkly notebook with a white unicorn on the cover that has a weirdly striking resemblance to Celestabellebethabelle. Once she sees it Mabel gets a wild look in her eye and just flings it across the store with a war cry and her mother is just flabbergasted. Meanwhile Dipper is trying so hard not to laugh

-Gideon is released from prison and returns to school and it is really rough. Pacifica has it just as bad, her family no longer able to afford private school and so she now as to attend the local elementary school. Pacifica and Gideon have been stripped of their power (money and intimidation respectively) and are tormented by the peers they once tormented. When they’re getting pushed around by a group of older kids Candy and Grenda show up and come to the rescue. After the confrontation is over the two invite Gideon and Pacifica to sit with them at lunch as if the terrible things both did never happened and they’re just super grateful for the second chance

-Dipper is a lot more vocal in class and jokes around and his peers are surprised because this is not the same awkward kid they knew at the end of the last school year

-Wendy accidentally loses Dipper’s hat on her first day back and she’s on the verge of freaking out. Her friends immediately help her tear apart the school searching for it because while they don’t understand they know how important that cap is to Wendy. Robbie finds out one of their classmates took it for a gag and he just decks the guy, and of course after word of that confrontation gets around no one even thinks about touching Wendy’s hat

-Ford is Mabel’s tutor and whenever she needs help with her homework she calls him or sets up a video chat. Ford insists she contact him no matter the time (or time difference) and Mabel is relieved because she hasn’t had the best of luck with tutors before

-Mabel brings her grappling hook to class one day to show it off and the teacher starts to panic because it’s essentially a weapon. Mabel realizes she didn’t think this one through and smooth-talks her way out of serious trouble, saying that it’s just a high-quality replica and not real. The teacher believes her, and Stan is seriously proud of her developing lying skills

-When the trigonometry unit rolls around Dipper and Mabel experience nervous breakdowns for obvious reasons. The school counsellor chalks it up to school anxiety and stress and sends them home early. For the rest of the day the two speak with Stan and Ford and it is a long conversation. Eventually they are able to deal with the trauma dealt to them by Bill in healthy ways and start to see triangles as shapes again rather than demonic forces that want to murder them

-Dipper is being harassed by a kid who’s been bullying him for a while. He gets pushed around and his backpack is taken and he is mocked for his awkwardness and general nerdiness. Mabel storms over and yells at the bully to leave her brother alone, and the guy shoves her to the ground. This causes Dipper to snap, because no one messes with his sister, and he delivers a strong left hook, and the bully goes down hard. After that, he doesn’t go near Dipper or Mabel again, and Stan is extremely proud once he hears of it

-Mabel and Dipper buy a bunch of their school pictures and send one to pretty much everyone in Gravity Falls. Stan and Ford each have a wallet-sized version that they keep on them at all times

anonymous asked:

Number 58 with jimin 🙈

Here you go anon! Sorry for the late reply. Hope you enjoy reading :)

Member: Jimin

Prompt Request: “You look cute with a baby bump.”

Genre: Angst & Fluff

Imagine Summary: You are having a difficult time getting pregnant and you don’t want to keep Jimin waiting. You decide that it is best that the two of you break up because you can never give Jimin the life that he wants.

Word Count: 1.4k

You stared down the person staring at you in the mirror’s reflection. She looked completely unrecognizable to you


“I think we should break up.”

I never thought that I would ever say those word to Jimin. Even with him sitting across from me on the couch, his eyes watering and his breath intake quickening, I still couldn’t believe I was really doing this.

I didn’t want to break up, but there was no way around it. We both wanted the same things but I couldn’t give him the thing he needed; a child.

The negative pregnancy test sat in the trash bin next to a broken soap dish I had thrown in frustration. After trying for the last seven months, I still couldn’t get pregnant. I knew how much Jimin wanted a baby. He would reassure me that it would happen at the right time but in my heart I knew that there would never be a right time. I couldn’t let him continue to have hope in our relationship when it would never work.

“Where is this coming from? Did I do something to upset you? Just tell me and we can work through this.”

“We can’t work through this Jimin. I don’t want to be with you anymore. You’re always busy and you never have time for me. I can’t live always being second to your career.” I lied. Deep down I knew that if I ever asked, Jimin would give up anything to be with me, but not a child. I couldn’t do that to him.

Jimin scooted closer to me on the couch. His eyes were darting as he struggled not to cry. I however already had a few tears leaving a trail down my cheek. He held my hands to his chest.

“That’s not what this is about.”

I looked away. My expressions always gave away my deception.

“Look at me,” he pleaded, cupping my chin to face him.

“What is this really about?” he asked.

I roughly pushed the hand wiping my tears and stood up, walking away from him.

“You’re right, it isn’t about you being away. It’s about the pressure you put on me to get pregnant!”

I’m yelling, now. My forehead is flaming and my hand begins to tremble.

“Do you not want kids?” Jimin looked so hurt but he wouldn’t let me go unless I looked him in the eye and broke his heart.

“I don’t want your kids.”

It was painful to get those words out. As they left my lips and reached Jimin, and I saw the pain of my words reflected on his face, I felt a knife slide down my throat.

“I never knew you felt this way.” He said in a low voice.

He took in a deep breath.

“If children is something you don’t want then we can work it out. We don’t have to do this right now. You might change your mind in the future.”

“I will never change my mind Jimin. This is just the tipping point in our relationship. I can’t be with you anymore.”

“Y/N listen to me. I’ll try and take more time off work or maybe work harder so I don’t have to practice so late. I’ll talk to my managers about us taking more time off. I won’t even mention kids unless you initiate it or are ready to. Please just don’t leave me.”

I turned away from him and he got up to hug me from behind.

“Please, Y/N. I know we can get through this. I never meant to pressure you.”

I brushed him off, rougher this time.

“It doesn’t matter if you meant to or not; you did. I can’t be with someone who has to change for me. I don’t need you to wait for me to be ready for something I never will be. We’re done Jimin.”

I walked over to the front door, unlocked it and swung it open.

Jimin stays frozen in his spot.

“Leave Jimin.”

I walk over and grab his jacket from the couch and push him out the door. Tears are streaming rapidly down his cheeks.

Finally out of his daze, his eyes dart and he begins to panic, realizing that I’m serious.

“Y/N, don’t do this to us-”

I pick up his shoes, throw them at his feet, slamming the door in his face and cutting him off mid sentence.

It’s silent after that. I wait until his shadow disappears and the sound of his footsteps die down before I allow myself to curl up on the floor and cry.

It’s been two weeks since I broke up with Jimin and things have been far from good. My sister said I lost a lot of weight and I haven’t really been out of the house. Everything reminds me of him. The smell of coffee reminds me of the time he brought my entire work staff Starbucks because we were working late. Rain reminds me of the time we planned to go the amusement park but couldn’t because of a storm so we just built a fort in our living room and watched 80’s movies the entire day. Speaking of 80’s movies, I couldn’t even watch my favorite one because it reminded me of the time Jimin had a theatre privately screen it for us on our second anniversary.

Just thinking about him hurts because I start to remember the way he looked the last time I saw him, when I broke his heart.

I get a notification on my phone which draws me from my thoughts. It’s my period reminder. I’m six days late now.

At first I thought it was stress because of everything that happened with Jimin and not getting pregnant but now a plethora of “what ifs” cascade my mind.

I rush to the bathroom and rummage through my cupboard and look for the extra pregnancy test I bought about a month ago.

I take the test and five minutes later, I am greeted by a red plus sign on the white stick.

I hold my breath and back up into the bathroom wall. What have I done?

“Jimin..” I whisper.


I trudge my way to the door of Bangtan’s dorm. My feet shake in my shoes and my hands fidget as I contemplate knocking on the door.

I’m terrified. Jimin probably hates me. I can’t blame him. I was cruel to him, kicking him out of the house with such hateful words.

I hope he’ll understand where I’m coming from. But at the same time, I feel like I don’t deserve him. I was willing to give up on us and now that things are the way I want them, I want him back. He deserves someone stronger than me.

I turn to walk away when the door swings open. It’s Jungkook.

“Y/N. What are you doing here?” He says coldly.

He crosses arms over his chest. Usually Jungkook is always so kind to me. He’s probably the member I’m closest to. Was closest to.

“I need to talk to Jimin.”

“He doesn’t want to see you. You should go. Now.” His voice is authoritative even though I am two years his senior.

Taehyung appears in the doorway, and moves to stand next to Jungkook, creating a barrier between me and the dorm.

“Y/N, you have a lot of nerve showing up here.” Taehyung sneers.

“I-I j-just wanted to see J-jimin,’ I stutter.

“Who’s there?”

“Hyung it’s no one Jungkook says moving to block Jimin from seeing me.

Taehyung motions for me to leave, but I can’t. Jimin has to know I’m carrying his child.

“Jimin, it’s me.”

I glance at Taehyung and if looks could kill, I’d be six feet under.

Jimin pushes past Jungkook to see me. He looks tired and worn out. I feel so guilty looking at him. He might have lost even more weight than I have.

“Y/N..” He breathes. For a split second I think he’s happy to see me, but then his expression shifts and his lips tighten.

“Hyung, you don’t have to talk to her.” Jungkook says, putting a hand on Jimin’s arm.

“Go inside.” Jimin says sternly, not taking his eyes off of me.

Taehyung and Jungkook obey and go back inside, closing the door behind them, leaving Jimin and I standing in an empty hallway.

“Why are you here?” Jimin says. His voice is low and distant.

I pull out a blue box I tied with a white ribbon and hold it out to him.

Jimin takes the box out of my hand and waves it around.

“What the fuck is this supposed to be? A present? Are you fucking stupid? You break up with me and then come back with a box and expect everything to be okay?”

“Jimin it’s not what you think it is-”

“Shut the fuck up Y/N. I’m over you. Like you said, we’re done.” At those last two words Jimin throws the box at my feet, the way I did with his shoes.

He moves to go back in the house so I quickly open the box and whip out the pregnancy test.

“I’m pregnant!”

Jimin stops in his tracks, his hand frozen on the door knob. He turns his head slowly to face me.

He stalks back over to me, and grabs the stick from my hand and examines it.

“I-I don’t understand. You said that-”

“I know. I checked that day and it said I wasn’t but I guess it was wrong or faulty. I only broke up with you so harshly so that you wouldn’t wait for me. I felt like I was holding you back from having what you really wanted and I love you so much and I never wanted you to have to give up something so important to you. I’m so sorry Jimin, I never wanted to hurt you. I understand if you never want to see me again–”

My rambled cry is cut off by Jimin’s lips. His hands hold my face to his as he movies his lips against mine. I feel our tears mix together when I melt into the kiss and throw my arms around him.

He pulls away after what feels like forever and holds me to his chest.

He doesn’t say anything and neither do I. Our silence is everything.


Jimin swings my hand in his as we walk around the elaborate children’s shop.

“This elephant is cute. It’ll match the animal theme we have going on.” Jimin says but I’m miles away from this conversation.

I’m staring at myself in the mirror. More specifically I’m staring at my protruding stomach.

Jimin catches me and puts his arms around me from behind. He hums into my neck.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks, placing a kiss on my shoulder.

“About all the clothes I won’t be able to fit into.” I sigh.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask.

“That you look cute with a baby bump.”

——- A/N: Thanks for reading! If you liked this send us a request or use our prompt list here:


anonymous asked:

jumping into your inbox last-minute to ask forrrr Iggy taking his s/o round Altissia for their first date, maybe with Prompto trying to sneak along behind so he can get cute pics of them to mark the occasion? ;3 headcanons or oneshot, whichever you like!

First Date

Ignis X F!OC
Word Count: 1,947

Did someone ask for fluff? Tagging @iinkpools and @ladyscientia :)

Ignis was nervous.

When was Ignis ever nervous?

“Hey, Specs, look at you!” Prompto jeered, patting his friend on the shoulder from behind him as Ignis examined himself in the mirror. Ignis sighed, taking off his glasses and rubbing them with his cleaning cloth.

“Yes, Prompto? What is it?”

“Nothin’,” Prompto shrugged. “Just wanted to check in on you and see how you’re doing. Big date tonight, from what the Big Guy’s told me.”

Ignis sighed again, his shoulders slumping. He should have known better than to tell Gladio. Confidential information rarely stayed secret amongst the four friends. He slipped his glasses back on his face and shot a stern look at Prompto’s reflection.

“Not that it is any of your business, nor should Gladio have revealed that bit of personal information to you, but yes, I do have a date tonight. I’m afraid the three of you will have to come up with your own dinner elsewhere.”

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Brad Trost's Campaign Says He's "Not Entirely Comfortable With The Whole Gay Thing" (video at link)
“In case you haven’t noticed, Brad’s not entirely comfortable with the whole gay thing," according to campaign spokesperson Mike Patton.
By Ishmael N. Daro

Trost, who is running for leadership of the Conservative Party of Canada, is from the socially conservative wing of the party. In an email to supporters this week, he pledged never to attend a pride parade, either as Conservative leader or as Prime Minister, and chided other Conservative politicians for showing support for the LGBT community.

His campaign followed that up with a video on the same theme.

“In case you haven’t noticed, Brad’s not entirely comfortable with the whole gay thing,” campaign spokesperson Mike Patton said in the video.

“For sure, Brad is not a big fan of the gay lifestyle,“ Patton said at another point.

Asked to clarify his position, Trost told BuzzFeed Canada on Tuesday that he supports everyone’s ability to do what they want in private.

"It’s not any of my business. But I don’t support a lot of the political agenda that has been often ascribed to the political leadership of the L-G-B-sort of community,” he said.

He said he had not yet seen his campaign’s video, but did not dispute its message about his discomfort with “the gay lifestyle.”

“A gay lifestyle would be people having — how would we put this — gay people having gay sex. That’s their business, from my perspective, but it’s not something I want to teach my kids is right and moral,” Trost said.

Trost said he believes “sex is supposed to be in a committed heterosexual married relationship.”

Trost, a former geophysicist, has represented the Saskatoon–University riding since 2004. He is part of the Parliamentary pro-life caucus and one of the most outspoken MPs in Ottawa for a “traditional” definition of marriage.

april 17,2017 // track #vivs900 to see if they’re still open

this isnt supposed to be sappy at all but words cannot express how absolutely stunned i am about hitting 900 so quickly. just about one month ago i hit 200 and 900 came so unexpectedly i needed to celebrate. its just a big number to me??? my private school has less people wtf?? in those 900 followers i have met so many amazing people i now call friends and i am just so grateful. thank you so so much to everyone who got me here to simply supports and passes by my blog, it means a lot.


  • mbf this luna trash
  • reblog this post
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  • feel free to ask for all of them!!
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  • that’s it!! keep in mind that i am fairly busy!! i will be hella slow as usual probably!!


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DAY6 On The First Date

Anon requested: headcanon about what they’d do on their first date.

A/N: Omggggg this is gonna be fun!!!! First official post and I hope you guys love it!


Originally posted by kyungso

  • jae’s going on a date!!!! ayyyyeeee!
  • bro first thing the boy’s gonna do is eat up all your food or smth
  • or the majority idk
  • anyways he’s bout to make you laugh your freaking ass off
  • since he always saying something dumb every five seconds lmao
  • but he’s a sweet guy for reals
  • he’ll take you wherever you want, as long as the food doesn’t cost over $20
  • he wants to make it as romantic as possible
  • jae is very very very romantic in most situations
  • okay so you’re on your date and the waiter comes
  • all jae wants to do is try to order anything under $20
  • you see a burger for $15
  • he can’t believe what he’s seeing
  • “are you crazy? a burger for 15 bucks?!?!?! no you better get some fries or something!”
  • “just kidding. order what you want. i’ll pay for everything”
  • there he goes, giving you that cute smile of his
  • omg his smile is so cute like wtf?
  • you’re getting off topic stick with the plan
  • anyways you guys are done with your food and the bill comes
  • “$65?!?!?! hold on where’s the manager?”
  • he talks to the manager and starts to cry
  • “bro that’s too much. i thought it was gonna be like $30 or something. this sucks”
  • but then he gets over it and pays anyway
  • when he takes you home he’ll walk you to your porch like a gentleman
  • awkward silence
  • then he sneaks a kiss
  • ON THE LIPS!!!!!!
  • he stops himself
  • he thinks that he fucked up by kissing you but you end up smiling instead
  • he starts to blush which is like the CUTEST THING EVER!
  • you guys say bye and he walks awkwardly back to his car
  • later that night he sends a text
  • “so second date or not? ;)”


Originally posted by daphanecasstro

  • uh-oh! brian’s first date!!
  • he’s a major dork so it’s gonna be fun
  • this guy is the type to do something really fun or casual
  • like a concert or a coffee shop
  • speaking of a coffee shop, that’s where he’s taking you
  • so you’re in the coffee shop and you’re ordering your coffee
  • you decide to order a decaf mocha with no foam
  • brian starts to look all weird at you in a sorta judgy way
  • “decaf? ewwww. you need the caffeine to get you through the rest of our date. get caffeine!”
  • “no brian! if i want decaf then i’m gonna get decaf! brian!”
  • and of course he doesn’t like it when people call him brian
  • he’ll start to get offended and feel weird
  • “it’s not brian. it’s young k!”
  • “i am so sorry. you know i just wanna be called young k cause it sounds cool”
  • he blows you a kiss for forgiveness
  • you forgive him because he’s just so cute
  • now you’re drinking your coffee and the both of you decide to go out for a walk
  • it’s a nice sunny day outside and it’s perfect for the rest of your date
  • brian sneaks and holds your hand and you blush, which makes him blush and do his signature dorky smile which always kills me lord have mercy on my soul!!!!!
  • you’re walking down the sidewalk and you two notice a record store on the corner
  • looking at each other, you run in and instantly start to pick up some random vinyl records to listen to
  • brian brings you a record with some classic rock on it
  • so you’re listening to the music and you start to smile
  • boy is this making him happy
  • “you know you look really cute when you smile”
  • “oohhh smooth talker aren’t you”
  • that little smirk from you makes him go a bit crazy
  • so now you guys decide it’s time to leave and end the date
  • you guys are walking back home when brian wraps an arm around you
  • you lean your head on his shoulder close your eyes
  • “best first date ever don’t you say”
  • “yeah at least i got to go on it with you”
  • so he kisses you on the forehead and it causes you to giggle a little bit
  • “so i did a good job today. want me to do another one on our next date?”


Originally posted by dowoonie

  • okay so it’s bob’s sungjin’s first date
  • and he’s gonna go all out for you
  • like limo ride, tuxedo and an reservation at a SUPER fancy restaurant like it’s a freaking prom date or something
  • he’s gonna make sure everything is just right for you
  • so you get the whole theme for the date and you wear a beautiful lavender evening gown
  • he sees you in it and he can’t help but lose his balance 
  • he gets easily distracted by beauty so he gets distracted by himself appartently i mean he is a beautiful bob i mean sungjin
  • so yeah and then a limo he rented pulls up to take you to the restaurant crazy huh not really
  • you’re enjoying the limo ride and then he just pulls out a ring
  • he puts it on your finger and you just can’t stop staring at it i mean it’s so shiny and it’s got to be like at least 17 carats or something
  • “woah! sungjin! it’s beautiful!”
  • “i know. but not as beautiful as you are y/n.”
  • there he goes with the corny pickup lines LIKE A BOSS
  • sorry got a little carried away there lmao
  • but anyways, you arrive at the fancy location
  • he gets out first and opens to door for you, holding out his hand like the gentleman he is
  • you walk into the restaurant arms linked and looking at each other with lovey dovey eyes
  • you guys are like really into each other at this point
  • “table for two please.”
  • the waiter guy directs to to your table
  • it’s in a private area away from other people so you won’t get distracted from the date
  • so you ordered your food, it’s there now and you start eating
  • since it’s a fancy setting you’re supposed to have ettiquette right?
  • you go all in on your steaks but still make it possible for you to not get any stains in your clothes
  • your food gets done in like ten minutes and sungjin calls the waiter for your desert for the evening
  • they come with some chocolate cake al a mode and you two immediately dig in
  • so now you’re done and there’s chocolate and ice cream all over your faces
  • you wipe your faces off right quick and ask for the check
  • you pull out your wallet but sungjin decides to pay for the food tonight
  • “don’t worry babe. i got this all taken care of.”
  • but then he sees that the bill totaled up to $100+ and he’s flustered
  • “oh god. i’m gonna have to call the bank when we get through.”
  • so he goes on and pays and you guys leave
  • so blah blah blah you get in the limo, drive home, and say goodbye for the night
  • “sungjin i really enjoyed the date”
  • “oh really? i did too. maybe we can do it again sometime?”
  • “oh yeah. anytime, any place, i don’t care. just as long as i get to see your cute little squishy face again…….bob”
  • you put a lot of emphasis on bob as you get out and walk to your doorstep
  • you look back at him and he’s waving at you and giving you a dorky grin as he leaves and you go into your house for the night


Originally posted by softmochis

  • wonpil’s first date will be really subtle like super subtle
  • like just a really cute picnic in the park
  • maybe like some time to get to know you better
  • okay so you walk to the park to see wonpil already sitting on the grass on a blanket
  • there’s a giant picnic basket sitting right next to him and you don’t know how a little guy like him managed to carry that big thing around
  • you see him and run over to him and sit there
  • he smiles so huge that he could light up the entire world omfg like his smile is just so perfect i love this guy
  • but there you are sitting there and you guys are greeting each other
  • “hey y/n! i’m so glad you could make it!”
  • “me too wonpil. hey that’s a really big picnic basket you got there”
  • “yeah i’ve packed all the food that we could possibly eat in here”
  • he opens the basket and grabs some finger sandwiches
  • so you’re eating now and you decide to say something
  • “so wonpil. that little band of yours. day6? you guys are really good.”
  • “really? thanks. you know i hope we get big someday. then everyone will know our names.”
  • you smile and eat another sandwich
  • you both drink some lemonade and look at the clouds
  • wonpil glares at you and asks you a question
  • “y/n? what do you like to do?”
  • “well, i just really like to write stories. like short fiction and whatnot.”
  • “oh. that’s really cool. have you written anything lately?”
  • “no. i just had a serious case of writer’s block and i don’t really feel inspired to write anything these days unfortunately.”
  • “aww well maybe i can help you sometime.”
  • “thanks wonpil. that’s really sweet.”
  • so you’re done eating for now and decide to go for a stroll
  • he holds out his hand and grabs your hand
  • you lay your head on his shoulder and he starts blushing
  • you do too and it’s just too cute
  • you see something going on in the center of the park and decide to go check it out
  • it’s a guy playing the guitar and covering some day6 songs coincidentially
  • “hey that’s wonpil! from day6!”
  • he points him out and calls you two up there
  • so the little performance goes on and he asks the both of you to help him sing
  • so for the next three to four minutes you guys sing “congratulations” together
  • after it’s over the whole crowd erupts into applause
  • so you leave and the sun is setting
  • you sit on the park bench and wait for it to fully set
  • “today was really fun y/n.”
  • “yeah it was. you know you’re a really cool guy and maybe. just maybe we can do something like this again?”
  • he’s blushing again and little beads of sweat drop from his head
  • you wipe them off with a napkin and smile at him
  • “haha yeah. sure. a second date sounds great!”
  • you unexpectedly plant a wet one right on his cheek to show him how much you really like him
  • his cheeks are a fiery red as your hands are intertwined and you stare off into the sunset


Originally posted by yokoisacoolname

  • haha it’s the maknae’s first date ;)
  • it’s gonna be really awkward at first
  • you know cause he’s like kinda shy i see it in his eyes, which makes him even more adorable
  • so i’m sure he’s a pretty mellow dude
  • and he’ll take you to like barnes & noble or smth
  • so you’re sitting in the bookstore at the table with him
  • he can’t stop staring at you
  • maybe it’s because he’s either nervous, he thinks you’re really cute or both
  • but then he gets over it eventually :)
  • so there you are just sitting there
  • awkward silence
  • then dowoon finally says something
  • “so you wanna go look around at some books?”
  • he is blushing so hard rn and it’s like SO ADORABLE!
  • alright so you guys are walking around and you spot the same book
  • the both of you grab it and now your hands touch
  • you two blush and look at each other, this time all lovey dovey and stuff like that
  • your eyes are glued to each other’s faces as there’s still some awkward silence between you two
  • “ummmm, uh wow. oh my gosh. haha this was totally unexpected.”
  • he can’t control his smile as he keeps grinning the whole time
  • but then pretends like nothing happens and you guys read the book together in that same spot
  • then he’ll do something totally cute and awkward like try to sing along to whatever cheesy song might be playing at the moment
  • there you are just having a good time when dowoon just goes in for a kiss
  • it’s just on the cheek though
  • he’ll probably kiss you on the lips on like the third date or smth
  • you both blush and it makes you want to smile in each other’s faces for the rest of the date
  • you leave and you’re in the car
  • as soon as you open the car door and step out, there he goes to say something again
  • “um…you wanna go on another date sometime”
  • then he smiles as you nod your head, making him the happiest guy in the world

I accidentally answered a question privately just now that I didn’t mean to. OTL

Thankfully I still have the response saved, so I’ll just put it in normal text post form. The question was from tumblr user @bells, and it went like this:

Hello! How do you think things would have been different if Ouma was one of the survivors? In particular, how do you think his relationship with Saihara would have developed? Thank you for all your hard work in writing your meta, it’s been very helpful!

Thank you for asking this! I feel like as one of the characters who’s left an undeniably huge impression on the fanbase, Ouma does provide a lot of potential for one of the most potentially interesting survivors. A lot of people were probably counting on him making it all the way to the end too, although his death in Chapter 5 does make a lot of sense thematically, and from the standpoint of the previous Chapter 5s we’ve seen in dr1 and sdr2.

From this point on I’ll just be covering lots of spoilers for everything in Chapter 5 and onward, so anyone who doesn’t want to get spoiled for endgame points of the game, don’t read past this! (And again, I’m so sorry for accidentally responding on private instead.)

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Under the Mistletoe: A Collection of Avengers Drabbles

Steve: You were caught on Christmas Eve after the team finally succeeded in getting you under the mistletoe together. Or rather, Nat shoved you and Bucky pushed Steve so that you collided and landed right under that damn plant. You were both understandably surprised as you were best friends, though both of you had been harboring a crush for the other for far too long (to everyone’s knowledge but your own). But then you’d given him a kiss on the cheek and smiled in that way you did just for him, and before he knew what he was doing, he pulled you down and brought your lips together. And from the look you shared after pulling away, you knew this was going to be the start of something special.

Bucky: It was hard to count the sprigs of mistletoe hidden around your home. Your husband was determined to make your first Christmas as a married couple special, and evidently that included excuses to make out whenever it was convenient. From above the kitchen sink and in the entryway to above the damn shower and over the chair in your bedroom, there was hardly anywhere you weren’t given reason to share a kiss. You had the last laugh when all the boxes he thought contained his gifts were instead stuffed with mistletoe!

Peter: You’d only been dating for a few months, and while you and Peter were very comfortable around each other, he was terrified you would get caught kissing under the mistletoe by your father. Any time you ended up there together, he kept the kisses short until you had enough. You called Peter from the living room to where you were making a snack. Unbeknownst to Peter, you had hung a bunch of mistletoe right above where you were standing, and so when Peter came over to you, you threw your arms around his neck and gave him a proper kiss… or multiple kisses, turning into a rather passionate make out session. During which your father walked into the room. Needless to say, Peter’s fear had come true, but it was kind of worth it.

T’Challa: He knew it was your favorite holiday, and he had tried his absolute hardest to get enough free time to spend a week or two with you, he really had. But there was a crisis in Wakanda, and how could he help from thousands of miles away? He was the king, for god’s sake. And so you were resigned to spend the holidays without him, hoping instead you could celebrate on your own time when the crisis was resolved. You were enjoying time with your family - chatting, eating, drinking, laughing - when there was a knock at the front door of your parents’ home. You went to get it, not knowing what to expect - everyone who was supposed to be there was in the living room. Opening the door, you let out a squeal of surprise before jumping into the arms of your beloved king. “You’re here!!” “Yes, and I could not be happier, my love.” You stepped inside, dragging him along with you until he tugged you back. Following his gaze upward, you grinned as you saw what he did. “Well you know what that means, your majesty.” “Oh indeed, I do.” He smirked devilishly as he leaned down to kiss you.

Tony: Tony decided to forgo having a holiday party this year, instead opting to spend the holidays alone with you on some beautiful island in the middle of nowhere. Though you had agreed on no gifts this year - you were going to a private island for god’s sake - you both broke the rules and got each other something - you just couldn’t resist! In your defense, though, they were very thoughtful. You had written Tony a stack of “open when” letters, along with a pair of mugs. Each mug had half a heart and one said “don’t go breakin’ my heart” while the other had “i couldn’t if i tried.” Meanwhile, Tony had given you a “passport to love.” But where most people planned out dates with the theme being from different countries around the world, Tony had actually planned long weekends away in those countries

Natasha: The pair of you were snuggled up together on the couch on Christmas morning, having already exchanged gifts with the other Avengers last night. You’d gotten up and made a pot of coffee before joining Nat in the living room to exchange presents with one another. As you were relaxing in the comfort of her arms, Nat pulled you to face her and said - ever so calmly - “Do you wanna get married?” “Are you asking?” She smiled slyly and told you to open the smallest box under the tree. Inside was a gorgeous, simple ring. Grinning widely, you put it on before looking up at the mistletoe you had hung above the couch earlier in the season. “It’s a yes from me,” you murmured as you leaned in to kiss your future wife.

Clint: You were doing couple-y things together, as you normally did, when Clint would be oh-so-clever and pull out a sprig of mistletoe. One time you were cuddling on the couch and he got this downright devious look in his eye. Before you could question him, he was holding a bunch of mistletoe over your heads and grinning. Of course, you weren’t really about to complain. That is until he tried to pull the stunt at the park, and the grocery store, and at the coffee shop. But you still indulged him anyway.

Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays to all of you lovely people! Stay safe, enjoy yourselves, and be happy. I hope you enjoyed this little collection of drabbles. :) also I know there’s no mistletoe in Tony’s but I think it’s cute enough without it! (also I totally forgot to include it lmao)

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anonymous asked:

Hi! if its not too much trouble i was wondering if you have any book recs? I've read the queen's thief and I'm working on the magicians right now and I just thought we had similar book taste!

You know not what you have unleashed.  Giving book recs is my only joy in life.

I was going to joke that this is just a list of Every Book I Have Ever Liked but that is a lie as I am a voracious reader and that list would probably be in the several hundreds, if not thousands.  (I just did some sloppy math and at the rate that I read, it is totally possible for a list of books I have liked to be well over a thousand books.)

Books with a * are books I would die on a hill for.  Books with more than one * are books I would die on a mountain, or possibly a mountain range, for.

Books I just generally love:

*The Telling by Ursula K. LeGuin.  SciFi.  Anthropology and Linguistics and more gay than you originally expected.

***The Imperial Radch series by Ann Leckie.  SciFi.  What does it mean to be a person?  (I hate picking favorites but this is.  The favorite.)

**Ninefox Gambit by Yoon Ha Lee.  SciFi.  A level of space military tactics Ender’s Game only wished it could achieve.  (Fuck you, Orson Scott Card.)  (I love this book so fucking much, I just re-read it.)

*The Flora Segunda series by Ysabeau S. Wilce.  Fantasy.  A young girl and her dog keep fucking shit up in a place with great worldbuilding.  (So good that my friend I loaned the first book to turned to me after reading it and said, “Wow, I can really tell these books influenced you a lot.”  I picked up some mannerisms from the protag.  Also I picture the red dogs as Vizslas.)

*Sorcerer to the Crown by Zen Cho.  Fantasy.  Regency-era magicians where the main characters are people of color and one of them is a Slytherin force for good.  (Really fucking good.)

Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell.  Fantasy.  Not quite as good as Sorcerer to the Crown (similar eras, somewhat similar themes) but there’s more of it so you can enjoy it for longer.

**Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones.  Fantasy.  Cranky assholes work at cross-purposes and everything is way more complicated than you thought.  Not very much like the movie.

*Fire and Hemlock by Diana Wynne Jones.  Fantasy.  Have you ever wished you could forget your embarrassing teenage mistakes?  Yeah, be careful what you wish for.  Somewhat uncomfortable age gap.  (Weird and complicated and great.)

*The Mortal Engines series by Philip Reeve.  SciFi/Speculative Fiction.  Social Darwinism taken to its logical, horrible conclusion.  Also: feelings about robots and family!  (Also: the typewriter scene.  Also also I cosplayed as one of the main characters for a pre-Halloween party.)

The Graceling Realm Series by Kristin Cashore.  Fantasy.  Angry women fuck shit up in a cool fantasy world.  I like the third book best, but the other two are very good.

The Summer Prince by Alaya Dawn Johnson.  SciFi.  I don’t remember this super well because I haven’t read it in ages, but I fucking loved it and cried my eyes out at the end.  Not that it’s hard to get me to cry my eyes out.

The Flavia de Luce books by Alan Bradley.  Mystery.  Normally I hate mystery novels, but these are really good–probably because the protag is a young, deeply nerdy girl instead of a grizzled middle-aged man or something.  She bikes around the countryside and terrifies adults.

The Pit Dragon Chronicles by Jane Yolen.  SciFi.  Yes, it’s SciFi with dragons.  I don’t remember them super well but the worldbuilding is really cool.

*The Wind on Fire series by William Nicholson.  Fantasy.  These are… very odd?  Kind of about faith and standing against conformity?  They’re so hard to explain but they’re VERY VERY good.

**Deep Secret by Diana Wynne Jones.  Fantasy.  Local Man Does Everything Wrong, Also Ends Up At A SciFi/Fantasy Convention, Then Does Some Things Right.  I really really love this book.  I actually read the sequel, The Merlin Conspiracy, first.  I felt like it had to be the sequel to something, but there was nothing about a previous book anywhere in that book.  Finally I found out the first book is Deep Secret, but they’re not sold together because Deep Secret is for adults and The Merlin Conspiracy is middle-grade.  The Merlin Conspiracy is also very good, even if I would be way better at the plant magic than Roddy, so there!  (The series is The Magids.)

The Claidi Journals by Tanith Lee.  Science Fantasy.  No listen that’s a genre and this series is in that genre.  Deeply confused girl gets an involuntary tour of her weird world.  Super bizarre but very cool worldbuilding.

The Elemental Logic series by Laurie J. Marks.  Fantasy.  You know that post that goes around about a gentle giant, but a lady?  With a tiny girlfriend?  This is that post, in book form.  This is supposed to be a quartet but no one seems to know if the fourth book will ever happen.  So if you don’t want to deal with getting invested in something that may always have some loose threads, stay away.  Really gay, although some of the gay does have an unpleasantly large age gap.

Books to read if you liked the Queen’s Thief series:

The Bartimaeus trilogy by Jonathan Stroud.  Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: snarky narrator similar to Gen in The Thief.  Alternate history where djinn are the source of all magicians’ magic.

Behind the Throne by K.B. Wagers.  SciFi.  Reason for recommending: complicated politics.  SciFi imperialism done interestingly.  Also, funny hair color mishaps.  Haven’t read the second book yet, can’t vouch for it.

The Inheritance Trilogy by N.K. Jemisin.  Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: complicated politics.  Young woman suddenly finds she’s in the running to be the next ruler of the land she lives in, but she knows something’s fishy.  Then stuff happens with gods.  And polyamory.

*The Wicked Lovely series by Melissa Marr.  Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: complicated politics.  (Can you tell I have a type?  I have a type.)  Faerie court politics done pretty damn well.  The first book seems like a godawful, poorly written YA fantasy with faeries instead of vampires–push through it, it gets so fucking good.  (These were some of the books, besides the Queen’s Thief series, that got me into SciFi/Fantasy books with a lot of politics.)

The Lynburn Legacy series by Sarah Rees Brennan.  Fantasy/Southern Gothic except it’s in England?  English Countryside Gothic?  Reason for recommending: more dysfunctional straight people.  This is a fun lark, with mind meld shit, which I like in fiction.

The Realm of the Elderlings books by Robin Hobb.  Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: Fitz and Gen would get along a little too well.  There are a bajillion of these books divided into smaller series.  Lots of fun politics, lots of fun characters, and cool magic.  (I want to live in the world of these books, except I don’t because I would probably die for having the Wit.  Because I would have the Wit if I lived in this world.)

Nimona by Noelle Stevenson.  Graphic novel, Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: similarly plucky protags with dark pasts.  A young shapeshifter informs a supervillain she’s his sidekick now.

The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks by E. Lockhart.  Realistic Fiction.  Reason for recommending: have you ever wondered what Gen would be like as a modern-day teen girl at a private school?  Now you know.  Local Girl Gets Pissed About All-Male Secret Club, Does Something.  Don’t read it if you don’t have a high tolerance for privileged private school kids being ridiculous.

The Modern Faerie Tales by Holly Black.  Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: complicated politics.  The original (or close to original) gritty urban faeries.  Definitely better than the shitty copies people made later.

The In The Shadow of the Bear series by David John Randall.  Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: main character would get along with Gen a little too well.  Adorable blonde girls wants to fight everything, dark magic is a hell of a drug.  Endgame romance has a moderate age gap, though.

The Darkest Part of the Forest by Holly Black.  Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: similarly mindfuck-y, also some complicated politics.  Faeries are real and people keep making bad decisions involving them.  Also there’s a hot dude in a glass coffin.

The Martian by Andy Weir.  SciFi.  Reason for recommending: snarky narrator similar to Gen in The Thief.  It’s pretty similar to the movie, but essentially: a crew of people go to Mars and the botanist gets left behind.  Now he has to survive.  On Mars.  No biggie.  I love this book because both my parents are botanists, and I’ve studied botany a bit.  (Although the movie Arrival wins re: People Studying What I Study Are The Heroes.  Also this one book called Cognate but the writing was only so-so.)

**Code Name Verity by Elizabeth E. Wein.  Historical Fiction.  Reason for recommending: [REDACTED DUE TO SPOILERS, JUST READ IT].  Two young women in World War II are a pilot/spy duo, and the spy has been captured–how did we get here?

Books to read if you liked The Magicians series:

The Kingkiller Chronicle series by Patrick Rothfuss.  Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: similarly cool magic system.  Dude is a Mary Sue but in a compelling way, for once.  Warning: this is supposed to be a trilogy but the third book has been years in the works.  Don’t start this series if you don’t like waiting.

*The Abhorsen trilogy by Garth Nix.  Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: similarly cool magic system.  A young girl becomes the Necromancer-in-Chief in a failing kingdom.  Ignore Clariel and Goldenhand, neither is very good.  Just keep pretending it’s a trilogy.  Read Clariel if you desperately want more, but Goldenhand sucks.

The Engelsfors series by Mats Strandberg and Sara Bergmark Elfgren.  Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: similarly cool magic system.  Kind of like Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but a hell of a lot gayer, and frequently cooler too.  Actually now that I think of it, it’s like Buffy if everyone was Willow.  Except for the character who’s basically Cordelia.  (The ending of the series fucking ruined me but in a good way.)

**The Wicked + The Divine by Kieron Gillen and Jamie McKelvie.  Comic book, Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: similarly dark.  Maybe not quite as dark?  Every ninety years, twelve gods are incarnated into the bodies of teens/young adults.  This time, they’re pop/rock stars.  This is still ongoing.  (I cosplayed a background character from this (kinda) for actual Halloween.)

The Keys to the Kingdom series by Garth Nix.  Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: I feel like there are some similar themes/tones, but these books are nowhere near as dark.  A boy almost dies of asthma, but is saved by the gift of a strange clock hand.  Suddenly, his world looks very different.  (Literally, haha.)

*The Dalemark Quartet by Diana Wynne Jones.  Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: I feel like there are some similar themes/tones, but these books are nowhere near as dark.  A series of interconnected books (what order you read them in REALLY changes how you see things) about the history of a world kind of like ours but with magic.  And weaving.

***The Young Wizards series by Diane Duane.  Science Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: similarly cool magic system.  Kids learn how to do magic, yell at Secular Satan.  I’m an atheist but the belief system of these books is the closest I get to a faith of some kind, even if I am really bad at remembering I’m trying to slow entropy.  I would recommend reading the reworked editions–I haven’t, because they’re only available as eBooks right now and I don’t super like reading eBooks.  She fixed the timeline in the new versions, plus some issues with how she portrayed an autistic character.  The first few books were written ages ago, so the series gets more diverse as it goes on, culminating in some Good Shit in the most recent book.  (There’s an asexual character!!!)

Neverwhere by Neil Gaiman.  Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: main character is a lot like Quentin.  Normal Dude Finds Dying Girl, Decides to Help her, Realizes he Fucked Up and is in Too Deep.

Watership Down by Richard Adams.  Realistic Fiction but about rabbits???  Reason for recommending: about as dark as the Magicians series.  Yes, it’s about rabbits.  Yes, it’s that dark.

*The Earthsea Quartet by Ursula K. LeGuin.  Fantasy.  Reason for recommending: similarly cool magic system, also some similar themes/tones, has a Magic School, main character is somewhat like Quentin.  This random goat-herding kid turns out to be a powerful mage and gets sent off to school to learn how to handle that.  Then he makes a lot of mistakes.  Like, a lot.

anonymous asked:

HC: pastel!dan and punk!phil. Dan wears booty shorts and has a gf but he doesn't really know if he likes her and phil likes Dan and they fuck in the toilet

quick note just to say that Dan is 19 and Phil is 21, they’re in university and I needed to shrink the age gap a bit~ very very slight degradation and also praise kink~

THIS GOT SO LONG I’M SO SORRY this is probably totally not what you were thinking when you asked for this lol

* Dan walked down the hall holding hands with Christina, but it felt more like habit rather than something he wanted to do. It wasn’t anything about her as a person; she was lovely, very sweet and kind and considerate, but he just… didn’t know.

* He supposed they might be an interesting sight to strangers, the two of them together with their matching flower crowns. Dan was wearing black booty shorts and an oversized pastel blue jumper that draped off of one shoulder while Christina wore a white tennis skirt and a baby pink crop top. The two of them often joked that they were like two candy hearts in a bowl filled mostly with Skittles (but of course, they knew that they weren’t the only ones who dressed like that.)

* Dan made eye contact with one of the other students; his light eyes contrasted intensely with the vibrant tattoos on his arms that were shown off by the black t-shirt with rolled up sleeves that he was wearing. He smiled at Dan, warm and friendly, and Dan smiled back at him. Phil wasn’t quite a friend of Dan’s, but that was only a product of environment and circumstance, so they were amiable to each other when they crossed paths.

* Dan kissed Christina lightly on the lips before they parted to go to their separate classes. “See you later, babe.” He smiled at her as she waved before walking into her classroom.

* Dan sighed as he turned away, wondering what he should do. Christina didn’t deserve to date someone who wasn’t sure what they wanted or how they felt about her. But is breaking up the right thing to do? What if it’s just a temporary lapse in affection, or cold feet, or something? Is that how relationships work? They’d been dating for 7 months, but Dan wasn’t sure that he felt “the spark” or anything to tell him that this was a relationship worth pursuing. I feel bad; Christina is really nice and I love being around her, but it kind of feels more like I just love her as a friend? Do people get into relationships and fall in love later? How do they know when it’s a relationship worth pursuing?

* Dan bit his lip as he ambled to class, worrying it between his teeth as he went. It was one of his more interesting classes, so once the professor came in, he tried to focus on the lecture instead of his relationship woes.

* “Hello everyone, today we’re going to discuss Love as Theatre. I trust that you’ve all done the reading, as we’ll get right into it. As another quick disclaimer, this reading was not trying to convince all of you young people that love doesn’t exist; rather, we are just trying to examine and identify the meaning of romantic love, attitudes towards love, what it means to express your love, and what kind of love that is. Anyway, de Sousa stresses that ‘…love is the acute consciousness of the impossibility of possession‘…”

* Dan snorted quietly at the irony, opening up a blank document to type notes. This course was an elective, so he didn’t have to take it, but he figured that the philosophy of emotions would be interesting. He didn’t quite expect it to cause him to question everything he’s ever felt and everything he’s ever done because of those feelings, but then again he supposed he should have realized, considering that it’s philosophy.

* “…we expect that every lover we find will create a whole new experience for us. In essence, we expect that we are ‘made new’ for every new lover. De Sousa argues that this is not the case; instead, we develop emotional patterns at a very young age, so while we hope that every new person causes a renewal, it’s really more likely just a re-enactment.”

* Am I about to have an existential crisis in the middle of this lecture? Dan thought to himself.

* “…‘If the conscious simulation of love bolstered by the power of sex, is a valuable form of theater, why should some people not make a profession of it? Unless we condemn theater in all its forms, there can’t be anything wrong with the mere fact that we are being invited to experience emotions that don’t correspond to anything that is immediately real.’” Dan made a reference in his notes to the section that the professor was quoting. He started thinking again about the situation, applying the lecture content to his relationship. Okay, so this guy is talking about prostitution and how romantic love is problematic… We never did much sexually, so that doesn’t apply here even if I generalize the themes… Am I only going through the motions of what I think romantic love should be? I don’t know if I actually feel anything romantic? Could I see myself having a very similar relationship with someone else, with this lack of passion? I guess if I’m wondering about it, then I must not actually have feelings for her?

* Dan sighed quietly as the professor continued on. Even if I do stay with Christina, will I just wonder like this the whole time? What if we end up staying together for all our lives, and I’m just always wondering if I should’ve done something different? Fuck, I don’t want to risk that… I guess it’s better to end it now than keep it going on like this… Fuck.

* Dan leaned back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling as if it would give him strength. There was about an hour left of his lecture and now he was stressing about breaking up with Christina. I owe it to the both of us to not let it drag on any longer.

* He took a deep breath as he packed up his things at the end of class, trying to prepare himself. It feels really sudden. I’m scared, especially since I just saw her before this.

* “Hey, can we talk after this?” He texted Christina, knowing it was cowardly but he didn’t want to have to see her face fall when he said it out loud to her. “Yeah, sure :),” came the reply.

* Dan’s heart was pounding when he saw her. She looked beautiful, and he was about to break her heart probably. She smiled at him. “What’s up?” She asked.

* “Can we go somewhere more private?” He asked faintly, looking down and away. “Sure,” she said, leading the way to a stairwell.

* He looked up at her, not really sure how to begin but knowing he couldn’t back out of this now. “I… don’t think this is working for me, I’m really sorry.” He didn’t really want to look up at her, but he still cared about her, so he forced himself to. He was stunned by her kind smile, and she grabbed his hands, but he didn’t feel like it was in a romantic or pleading way.

* “Dan, it’s okay, I understand,” she said. “I’ve been thinking the same; we fit together really well” – she paused to giggle and gesture at their outfits – “but I don’t think it’s romantic. I think we were both trying to prove something to ourselves, and I think we both realized what the truth is. I don’t mind that we’re breaking up, I think we really are better off as friends. Don’t be a stranger, okay? Nothing has to change between us except that we’re not in a relationship anymore. ” She kissed him on the cheek. “You’re braver than you think.”

* She turned to walk away, but she turned back again to say, “Don’t think too much about things; do what feels right. I think we both should start doing that.” She smiled again and Dan smiled back, feeling like nothing had really changed. It was strange; it was nothing at all like how the books or movies usually made breakups seem, but Dan supposed he’s better off not looking a gift horse in the mouth.

* “Uh, hi Dan.” Dan spun around to see Phil standing at the top of the stairwell, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. “So… Not the worst breakup ever, hey?”

* “…Were you there the whole time?” Dan asked, feeling his cheeks burn as he toyed with the top of one of his thigh high socks. “Please tell me you weren’t.”

* “No, I just came in at the very end, but I got the idea… Sorry that happened.”

* “It’s okay, I’m technically the one who did the breaking up… Although I feel kind of like it was the other way around, because I didn’t say much and she knew anyway…?”

* “Ah, yeah I’ve been there.” Phil shrugged easily. “It just didn’t work between us, though, no special revelations there.”

* Dan looked at him questioningly. “Special relevations?”

* Phil’s eyes widened. “Oh my God, I think I just assumed something I shouldn’t have. From what I heard her saying, it just sounded like… Wow, that’s really embarrassing and quite frankly kind of intolerant of me, I’m so sorry.”

* Dan looked at him with his head slightly tilted and eyes narrowed, trying to parse what he meant. “You… think we were coming out as gay to each other?”

* “…Yeah…” Phil blushed but also looked somewhat upset. “I’m really sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed something like that –”

* “We’re both bi and we knew that about each other already,” Dan corrected him with a smile. “Don’t worry about it.”

* Dan saw Phil’s eyes widen again briefly and a faint blush cross his cheeks, but he wasn’t sure what it meant.

* “So… Have you been with a guy before?” Phil tried to ask casually after a pause, but he started blushing harder.

* Dan squinted at him. “Are you trying to asking about my sexual history or are you trying to come on to me?”

* Phil stepped back and covered his face, mumbling through his hands: “Oh my God. This is so embarrassing.” He peeked through his fingers to see Dan’s eyes steadily looking at him, and he covered his eyes again. “I’ve had a crush on you since we first met in that first year class but I wasn’t sure if you were into guys and then you got together with her so I didn’t want to do anything and now I’m finding out you’re bi like me and –”

* “Well, I’m single and ready to mingle,” Dan joked even as he blushed at Phil’s confession. “I haven’t done anything with a guy for a few years, though.”

* Phil straightened his shoulders and let his hands fall from his face, but his cheeks were still red. “Would you like to fix that?” He said, his voice containing the slightest tremor.

* Dan looked at him in surprise, not really expecting that Phil would propose that right away. He had sort of assumed Phil would be the “take you on a lovely first date and then maybe by the third date have gentle sex” kind of guy. “Like, right now?” He asked, fussing with his fringe.

* “I mean, if you’re free.” Phil rocked back on his heels. He seemed like he couldn’t believe that this was actually happening.

* Dan thought of Christina’s words: “You’re braver than you think… Don’t think too much about things; do what feels right.” He wasn’t sure if this is exactly what Christina meant, but Dan briefly weighed his options. I could have sex with Phil, or I could not have sex with Phil. I don’t really mind, because he’s attractive and he’s kind. Maybe this could become more, even if it’s an unorthodox beginning? Not that that really means anything, considering I just had an unorthodox breakup. I guess ‘your mileage may vary’ is pretty accurate.

* Dan looked back at Phil, who was starting to look increasingly nervous. He smiled and nodded. “Sure, why not.” He winked at Phil. “No trouble on my end,” he said, making a show of looking Phil up and down.

* Phil grinned and Dan swore he saw his pupils dilate, but he didn’t have time to make sure because Phil stepped forward and grabbed his hand, and pulled him, walking fast, into one of the nearby washrooms. Phil pressed him against the closed door of the stall and whispered, “Is it okay if I kiss you?”

* Dan almost melted at the husky tone of his voice, and took the initiative to kiss Phil first. Phil is such a sweetheart, I never really considered how he’d be in this kind of situation. It’s really, really hot.

* Phil intensified the kiss, pressing his tongue into Dan’s mouth. His other hand dropped lower and cupped Dan’s ass.

* He broke the kiss to whisper, “Your ass looks so good in those tiny shorts, but I bet it looks even better without anything on.” He squeezed, and Dan let out a small gasp, his head tilting back.

* Phil saw his opportunity to kiss Dan’s neck, and if he was surprised at the loud moan Dan made at the contact, he didn’t show it. He kissed and licked at Dan’s neck before pulling down the neckline of Dan’s jumper to bite and suck at his collarbone. Dan’s hips jerked forward and Dan bit his lip, trying not to moan so loud since they were in a public space. “Fuck,” he whispered breathily.

* “Your noises are so pretty,” Phil murmured. “No one comes to this part of the building very often; let me hear you. I’ve always thought about how you would look under me. You’re so full of life and you’re so loud when you speak, I wonder if that translates to how you are in the bedroom.” His warm breath ghosted across Dan’s skin and he shuddered.

* “I want you to fuck me,” Dan moaned, his arousal running high from Phil’s attention to his neck. “Right now, please, oh my God.” Somehow, Dan didn’t feel as hesitant having sex with Phil as he had been with Christina.

* “I’ll take care of you,” Phil promised, nipping more at his neck before breaking away to rummage through his bag on the floor. He came up with a travel-sized bottle of lube and a condom.

* Dan, adjusting his erection so it wasn’t pressing so hard against his tight shorts, raised an eyebrow at Phil’s preparedness. “You keep that in your bag all the time?”

* Phil shrugged with a smirk. “Doesn’t hurt to be prepared.” His smirk morphed into a cheeky grin when Dan groaned at the double entendre.

* “Just get on with it already.” Dan rolled his eyes exasperatedly.

* “How do you want to do this?” Phil asked, covering his fingers liberally with the lube. “Do I need to stretch you first?”

* “Yeah, I’ll just bend like this I guess?” Dan faced the toilet and bent over to rest his hands on the toilet tank lid.

* “You have such a pretty bum,” Phil mused, admiring the sight. “I can’t wait to see how it looks with my cock inside it.”

* Dan whimpered at Phil’s blunt words, and palmed at his cock briefly before pulling only his shorts down. He turned to look over his shoulder at Phil and wiggled his bum seductively.

* “Fuck, do you normally wear panties?” Phil groaned at the delicate lavender cloth stretching across Dan’s butt before spanking him.

* Dan jerked forward with a gasp. “Depends on my outfit, but right now I’d really like to not be wearing them.”

* “Who am I to deny a request from such a pretty boy?” Phil slid the fabric down and reached around to gently pump Dan’s cock. He moaned at the stimulation and bent more to push his butt towards Phil. Phil continued to stroke Dan as he slowly put one finger into Dan. It took a little manuevering, but he took a step to one side so he could access the side of Dan’s neck. He licked one long stripe up before nibbling on Dan’s earlobe. Dan gasped and fucked himself back on Phil’s finger, moaning, “More!”

* Phil slipped in another finger, scissoring them as he rubbed the tip of Dan’s cock. When he thought Dan could take it, he slipped in a third.

* Dan almost wailed when Phil touched his prostate, gripping the toilet so hard his knuckles went white.

* “Are you ready for me, babe?” Phil asked, the pet name slipping out.

* “Yes, please, fuck me, touch me there again,” Dan moaned.

* Phil tried to unbutton his jeans with one hand, but he quickly realized that his haste and his natural clumsiness combined made that impossible. He eased his fingers out and it felt like he was punched in the chest when Dan made a sound of complaint at the emptiness. He swiftly undid his jeans and stroked his cock a little to make sure it was fully hard, before ripping open the condom and putting it on.

* Phil put the tip in first, and he felt Dan clench around him, so he started stroking Dan’s cock again to get him to relax. “Relax for me, that’s it,” Phil coaxed. “You’re doing so good for me, you’re better than I’d imagined.”

* He finally bottomed out and then he firmly gripped Dan’s hips. He thrusted slow once, just to make sure Dan was okay, and when Dan thrusted back to meet him he picked up the pace.

* Dan was panting out little moans in time with Phil’s thrusts, and Phil saw one hand leave the tank lid to stroke himself.

* “Fuck, Phil, yes, right there,” Dan moaned as Phil shifted angles slightly. “Don’t stop, fuck!”

* “Clench around me, babe, let me feel you,” Phil said, and the added pressure felt so good.

* “You’re so tight for me, it’s like you were made for my cock.” Phil’s mouth ran as he got closer to his release. “You’re so beautiful, you look so perfect like this.”

* Dan whined, pumping himself faster and harder as Phil continued to hit his prostate.

* It was hard to tell who came first, because everything happened so quickly. Dan’s cum shot into the toilet and partly over the seat and he felt Phil’s weight lean a little heavier on him as the grip on his hips tightened, and they both heard the door to the washroom slam open.

* “Wait, what do you mean?” was all they heard from someone before the door slammed shut again. The intense adrenaline burst both from cumming and also the surprise was intense and it was almost all a blur.

* Dan started laughing as Phil pulled out, and he could hear Phil laugh too as he gingerly slipped the now-full condom off of himself. Dan straightened up and pulled his underwear and shorts back up, turning to look at Phil.

* “Well, that was definitely an experience,” Dan said, breathing heavily. He reached up to fix his flower crown.

* Phil’s cheeks were red with exertion. “I hope you wouldn’t be opposed to doing that again.”

* “Of course not, but hopefully next time we’ll do it in a bed?” Dan said. “Maybe after going out for coffee sometime?”

* Phil looked at him, a smile lighting up his face. He stepped forward and pecked Dan on the lips.

* “I know this was a really strange start, but I would definitely like to see where we can take this.” He gestured between the two of them with one hand as he slung his bag over his shoulder with the other. “If you’re still free, maybe we can go for that coffee right now?”

* Dan picked up his own bag. “Are you suggesting round two afterwards? Because I would be down for that.”

* Phil led the way out of the stall, but turned to look at Dan. “Looks like you’re the one suggesting round two.”

* “What can I say, you’ve rubbed off on me.” Dan said with a straight face, and they both laughed.

* “I’ll be sure to rub off on you later tonight, then.” Phil said with a wink, and pinched Dan’s butt. “Let’s go to the place down the street, they have the best muffins…”

this really ran away from me lmao I really didn’t want to write Dan cheating so I wrote in the whole breakup thing.

also check me out, putting my degree to use by throwing in some philosophy. I did actually take a philosophy of emotions class in my second year lol but it was at 9:30am on Mondays and Wednesdays so I have literally no idea what went on in the classes. For this hc I just looked at the syllabus and picked a reading that I thought might suit it, then googled the content and paraphrased it lol. It was a little bit of a stretch but it wasn’t that important anyway lmao.

I should probably just stop pretending that these are hcs and call them actual fics but like eh lol. I might start titling them though.

- Rebecca

Send us your sins

Percy Jackson Orchestra AU

I recently returned from Concert Festival with my orchestra (we got the highest score of all the orchestras who entered woooo), and it got me thinking about this au. 

  • Although they’re all in different grades, all of the main seven are in the same orchestra class, due to the fact that they all began learning at different times and are now all on (about) equal footing
  • Chiron is their teacher/conductor, and has a small rivalry with Mr. D, the band’s teacher


  • Cellist
  • Senior who has been playing since freshman year. He enjoys the class & being with his friends, but doesn’t care all that much about chair placement or being the best cellist in the orchestra
  • Percy’s relationship with Annabeth is an orchestra romance and as such ridiculously dorky and cute, and everyone in the class had been lowkey shipping them since middle school 
  • They have their first kiss after their orchestra gets the highest score at a competition, beating their long-time rivals
  • He doesn’t continue it into college, but the people he met and the experiences he had always stick with him
  • ALSO PSEUDO SWORD FIGHTS WITH BOWS, which were all fun until Leo’s bow-hair is yanked completely out of the frog
  • Probably learns all the Star Wars themes on his cello because he’s a fuckin nerd
  • Once almost dropped his cello in a swimming pool. It’s a long story that most try to forget.

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wowjeena  asked:

Yo! Can you do something where the Bat family reacts to Brucexreader?

Hey~ I asked wowjeena if she wanted ordinary!reader or not, and she said ordinary, which I’m totally not bitter about because it’s not as if I had a great starting line about how facing down ninjas were better than coming out to the BatFam about their relationship. 
Once again, there’s no specific reference to gender about the reader, so go for you life. Also bi!Bruce because…bi!Bruce. 
Also, I’m totally not incredibly upset that I accidentally pressed control+w by accident and closed the tab halfway through writing this and had to rewrite the whole thing. Me? Upset? Destroyed because it was going perfectly? Haha. No. Of course not. *Cries*

Bruce was fidgeting. 
Which you found hilarious. 
Sure, you were freaking out slightly too, but you weren’t Batman. 
And yes, ordinarily, Batman being nervous would scare the crap out of you, and most of Gotham… if Gotham even had ordinary days. 
But this wasn’t an ordinary day. 
There wasn’t an alien invasion or a rash of Joker Gas-related murders. 
You were going to meet the ‘Bat Family.’
And yes, you’d met most of them around town, sometimes in costume, sometimes not… It was Gotham, shit happens. 
But this was different, because while you’d met the occasional member of Bruce’s Brood one or twice, even exchanged a few words with some of them - this was the first time you’d meet them as… as Bruce’s date. 
Which you also found just the tiniest bit ridiculous, because Bruce was sure none of them knew before he’d told them last night that he was going to bring you over, and that was so weird because they were supposed to be raised by the ‘World’s Greatest Detective’, and you’d think they could figure out that Bruce was dating someone.
Then again, it was Bruce
Having a real relationship… you could see why Bruce’s family was surprised. 
Not that you didn’t worry about that sometimes. The playboy billionaire, the bat-themed vigilante-superhero - neither one were the type to be attracted to you. But then there were times like this, where Bruce was so open
Bruce fidgeted with his cuffs again and you laughed. Only Bruce would wear a tux to a private meeting with his own family. Then again, you weren’t complaining. Tuxes were sexy.  “You look great.” 
Bruce’s head darted up and his eyes met yours. “That’s not the point,” he chided with a patented Bruce Wayne smile, a touch of warmth in his eyes making the smile more genuine than anything the public would ever see. Then, sliding forward to press a kiss on your neck, he added lowly, “You look amazing too.” 
“I never said amazing,” you teased back. 
“It was in subtext,” he easily rebutted.  
You snort and hold out out your arm. “Shall we?” 

Bruce parked the car - expensive, flashy, overrated, with a complicated name you couldn’t be bothered remembering - in the garage behind Wayne Manor. 
He’d decided against having a driver pick you both up from your apartment, and you’d enthusiastically agreed. 
Sure the car may be a useless extravagant expense, but a private drive around Gotham in a fancy foreign car with your boyfriend… there was just a touch of that cheesy romance you pretended to hate that you couldn’t resist. 
Even more so when he actually opened your car door for you, holding out his hand to help you out. 
“Dork,” you said, taking his hand and standing up. 
He pulled you close, into a kiss, hands falling onto your hips as yours tangled in his hair, worrying only a little bit that he might’ve put some effort into it that you’d just ruined as you deepened the kiss. 
Then there was a cough and you froze, even as Bruce pulled away with an easy, rehearsed smile at his butler. 
Well, wasn’t this a cliche? 
Bruce’s arms were still keeping you close, but all you could see was the slight orchestration in his pose, all you could think about was how many times he’d probably done this with all the other girls and boys he’d brought home, the whoops-I’ve-accidentally-gotten-caught-sneaking-in-my-current-fling act. 
So you slipped out of his grip and smiled awkwardly at the butler. “Hey.” You’d met Alfred a few times before, at Bruce’s parties, but, since you and Bruce weren’t technically together at those times, you’d never had a real reason to talk to him except being offered wine or asking where the bathroom is. 
Because Alfred was a Real Life British Butler. Sarcastic, proper, prim…British. 
Also… a butler? It’s 2016. What does the guy get out of this? It sorta seemed like maybe the guy was living in the past, or something. 
You didn’t know. You also didn’t know how to react around him. Should you fall into the role of an upper class Victorian, act even more prim and proper than the butler? Where exactly was the guidebook on this? ‘Help, my boyfriend has an actual butler’. 
Step 1: Maybe not stare at him with a strained smile. 
“Hello,” you tried. 
“It is nice to finally be acquainted with you formally,” Alfred replied calmly. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” 
You open your mouth and shut it again. “Right.” 
Bruce’s arm reached out and put a hand on your hip, hugging you to the side of his chest, before his hand trailed to the small of your back. “The family inside?” he asked in a severe tone. 
But his fingers danced on your back and you remembered how nervous he was before. 
“In the drawing room,” Alfred said, then bowed out with an “If you’ll excuse me.” 
Bruce’s fingers were still tapping against your back and you looked at him sidelong. “You gonna play Bruce Wayne all night?” 
Bruce blinked at you, then looked away, not denying it. “Sorry,” he offered. 
You huff, secretly pleased that you’d begun to actually notice things like this, when he was pretending and when he wasn’t. Honestly you were a genius. 
He brushed the back of his hand against yours. “Shall we?” he asked, parroting you from before. 
You give him a skeptical look, but allow yourself to be led into the Manor. 

If you could sum up the Manor’s design in one word…it would be: expensive. 
You weren’t even sure if there was something connecting the design all together, unless ‘flashback-version-of-a-haunted-house-in-a-movie’ was a theme. 
So you were led through corridors filled with random vases and paintings to the drawing room. You’d been in the house once or twice before, mostly for Wayne Charity Balls and the like. 
Bruce hesitated just a second before the drawing room entrance, and then you both entered. 
The room fell silent immediately.
Which wasn’t ominous. 
Bruce’s hand was back on the small of your back. 
You counted the eyes on you. Five. Five, unblinking sets of eyes looking you up and down. Judging you. 
No. They were crime fighters. They were probably just assessing you for threats or whatever. 
You resisted the urge to tuck your hair behind your ear or scratch at your elbow and smiled instead, hoping that you wouldn’t come off too dimwitted just because you weren’t a superhero and also because you had no idea what’s a good opening line for meeting your boyfriend’s family. 
Barbara Gordon - the Commissioner’s daughter - smiled back at you. Richard Grayson - whose name was technically Dick, but there was no way you were going to say that aloud until every other person in the room had said it at least once because calling someone Dick was just…anyway, Richard’s arm was slung over her shoulders casually. 
You and Bruce sat down on the empty sofa at the head of the room, Bruce crossing his ankles in front of him. 
Damian stared you down from across the room. “Do you have any special skills?” he asked bluntly. 
Damian looked exasperated. “Special skills. I assume you can do something of interest?” 
And there went any chance of you ever impressing any of these guys. You let your smile brighten, well aware you definitely looked like an idiot at this point. “Nope.” 
Damian looked at you skeptically. “Right.” Then he turned back to his book. Apparently you’d lost his favor. 
Bruce’s hand fell to your hip. “Damian has a black and white view of people,” he explained as if that was supposed to make it better. 
“Civilians only wind up getting hurt,” Damian replied, not looking up from his book. “It’s hardly my fault your flavor of the month wouldn’t last ten seconds in a fight.” 
“They’re not my ‘flavor of the month’,” Bruce said, a dark tone entering his voice. 
“Yeah, we’ve been dating for almost six months now,” you piped in because you have no sense of control, obviously. 
Damian peered at you over the top of his book, huffed and then returned to it. 
Bruce made a noise at the back of his throat and surveyed the room, almost daring them to make similar comments. 
The one you didn’t know - Red Hood, you were sure - leant back with exaggerated casualness. “That’s like six flavors,” the man commented. 
Sitting next to him, Tim glared at him. “What a great addition to the conversation,” he said dryly. 
“Hey, I’m just trying to fix Damian’s mood ruining.” 
Damian scoffed. “Because us all sitting here pretending this is going to all work out is a genuinely entertaining experience.” 
Red Hood stretched and shrugged. “That’s what we said when we first met you.” 
Damian’s eyes flashed. “Are you even still part of the Family?” 
“At least I earned my place here,” he retorted. “I didn’t just turn up one day with a birth certificate and demand a position.” 
“No, you just tried to rob us.” 
Jason made a noise. “You weren’t even born then.” 
Damian opened his mouth, but Richard cut in. 
“Can’t we all just get along,” he bemoaned exaggeratedly. 
The two boys glared at each other but said nothing more. 
Oh yeah, this was going to be fun. 

Over 1,500 words now, so this will be another one I post up here and then put up a more extended version on AO3 if I get enough interest in a continuation. 

Send me Batman/Batfamily prompts, headcanons and imagines!

Photo shoot Ready: Tom Holland x Black Actress

Requested: Tom and Reader are called to do a couples photo shoot and interview for Vogue. Tom is a bit nervous because he believes the photo shoot is a bit risque. 

You walked hand in hand with Tom on the set of the photo shoot. It was 3 in the morning and the shoot would last nearly all day. 

When Vogue called you two, you were a bit worried- You and Tom’s relationship had lasted for nearly 6 years because of how private you were. Both of you felt like a photoshoot of some sort was like bragging and that it made your relationship seem very staged. But after a long discussion with To and both of your teams, you all agreed. 

You saw your reflection in the dressing room mirror, “Yikes.” You had on one of Tom’s hats and you looked tired, very tired. Tom had his own separate dressing room along with all of the clothes he was to wear. 

You checked out the costumes and a few of the pieces, some were nearly just pieces of cloth. Tom was a bit anxious about the whole theme it was supposed to be modern day Bonnie & Clyde. He didn’t want everybody seeing you naked but he knew that was a part of the job. 

Haz was by his friends side looking through his clothes. “This leather jacket is sick!” Haz said taking it off the rack. “Yeah, I wonder what they have Y/N wearing?”

“Mate, it’s going to fine.” Haz laughed. His style team came walking through the door, “Alright T, you ready?” 


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anonymous asked:

I'm too shy to come out of anonymous... but how did you start your studyblr?? It looks so professional!

hey anon! dw, jo here has got your back! B )
     (& don’t be shy, anon! feel free message me or de-anon and tell me to answer privately if you have any questions or just want to talk!)

onto your question, personally, I kind of tripped into the studyblr community one day and simply put, fell in love. So I decided to start my own studyblr as means to motivate myself, but only started working on it about three weeks ish ago? anddd the rest, they say, is history.

WARNING: A LONG POST BC JO TENDS TO GO OVERBOARD (and i probably forgot something even tho there’s this huge post but whatever oops)

but hey! i’m sure my blabbering wasn’t quite what you’re looking for, so
here’s what I’d recommend if you’re looking to start or spice up your studyblr!!

  1. find a nice theme: I find that if you can find nice, clean, simplistic (but cute and aesthetically pleasing) themes, you’re well onto your way to becoming a v nice studyblr. but still, you don’t need a theme to be a good studyblr!
    here are a few blogs that make really nice themes you can look at!
    1. shythemes - is where I got my theme. Shythemes has very simplistic, clean type themes that I really like. These themes look crisp and neat and a sort of minimalist feel.
    2. ciralismthemes - has a cute, magazine/website layout (??) type theme. Cute and clean type of theme, ciralismthemes almost seems to build a little personalized "theme” within a blog. lots of choices, each theme different and unique.
    3. micaelis - has cute, tidy themes. ‘Mediocre’ is the theme that some studyblrs seem to favor, is compact and has lots of options and things, has other themes anime-related.
    4. zenthemes - zenthemes has clean, neat, minimalist themes. loads of options, all free. take a look around and choose as you like!
    5. tumblr’s themes - tumblr has loads of free themes all ready to go, you can pick and choose whichever theme you think you like!
  2. customized backgrounds/icons: let me say this first. you do not need to have all these “pretty, cute, aesthetic, personalized items” to be a great and amazing studyblr. you don’t. but I do suppose that it makes your blog look better strictly-aesthetic wise? I’m not saying you need perfect themes and great everythings to be a good studyblr, but this is something that people seem to like, if you get what I mean.
    but here are a few things you can do
    1. on your desktop - you can do a few things with your desktop theme and stuff
      1. find nice background wallpaper - choose a wallpaper! i don’t recommend complicated backgrounds or pictures as your wallpaper, because it can make your blog look messy and hard to look at. instead, choose pastel colors or solid colors with a simple pattern (like with gridded lines or dashed lines, maybe). 
        you can also put random things on your wallpaper to customize it. I put a border with my url on it, but you can do a lot more, like add pictures of people, flower petals, stars, anything! to do that, you can use photoshop (software) or picmonkey, etc. (online photo editors) to edit.
        the usual size for wallpaper is 1920 x 1080 btw!
      2. don’t clutter - make sure your blog doesn’t look to cluttered, i guess? remember KISS (keep it simple, stupid).
    2. on mobile - just like desktop view, you can pretty up your mobile look
      1. make a header - you can either make your own personalized header (like I did for my mobile theme) that fits with your desktop (or doesn’t) or you can put nice, pretty pictures as your header.
    3. make an icon - icons are like, super important. to me, at least. so try and make or find a good icon!
      1. letter/url icon - you can make an icon by putting the initials of your url or your entire url into the icon and setting a (most often pastel) solid color as the bg. it’s pretty popular and what my icon is. you can also add things that represent your url to the icon.
      2. photo icon - set a nice photo as your icon. i don’t think there’s much to say about this type of icon.
      3. selfieeeee - you can set yourself as your icon! only if you want to though (though i’m 100% you’re super handsome/pretty, i know it ;) )
  3. URL making - you can make up anything for your url!
    1. i’d recommend you add something related to studying or academics so that people know that you’re a studyblr, but you don’t have to!
    2. most often, people find good urls by either doing
      1. favorite object/thing/color/anything + study/studies or
      2. studywith + name
      3. name + studies/studying 
  4. Original Content - make original posts! here’s the thing, i’ll be honest with you. if you have good lighting, nice notes, nice filters, etc., your stuff is more likely to get noticed. but they don’t have to be. the only step is that you post stuff! don’t be discouraged if you don’t get a lot of notes because you aren’t defined by notes. just post photos (if you need motivation, try doing the 100 days of productivity challenge), make your own masterposts, write about things, make a advice/tip list, etc. do anything! 
  5. Signal Boost - related to original content! when you make your own posts or whatever, you can tag people! put their urls or whatever tag they track in your tags because then studyblrs will see your posts! the studyblr community is a great and friendly place, we won’t ignore you or your posts (promise) unless we don’t see it on accident! people do it, and if you don’t feel comfortable tagging studyblrs you look up to or just studyblrs in general, tag me! i’ll def reblog and boost your stuff, so feel free to tag me (and it’s ok to tag other studyblrs in your posts, honestly!) and if you have any mutuals, tag them too!
  6. Intro Post - oh gosh, the intro post is like, the most important thing ever. you should make an introduction post, introducing yourself to the community! in general, the formula for an intro post is your name, age, what you’re interested in, etc. etc. and tagging studyblrs that have inspired you or helped you make a studyblr. It took me a month to get around to this, but ohhh boy, can I tell you what a difference it made. It’s important to show yourself to the community, so do this!!
  7. Get Talking & Be Nice - not like you aren’t nice, but be friendly and outgoing and nice and kind to people in general and you’re gonna get far in both the studyblr community and in real life. and you should talk to people! reach out! find new studyblrs or talk to studyblrs that you look up to, etc and message them / send them an ask (like you did me!) this gets you far, youngun, trust me <3
    1. Communities - also, you can join communities and other study groups to get connected. 
  8. Reblog - reblog posts and stuff that you like and you’ll get nice content filling up your blog in no time. also, the queue is your best friend if you’re pressed for time. 
  9. Extra things - extra things idk where to put
    1. nice things - you can buy nice things to treat yourself. buy stationery, paper, just nice things to treat yoself. they look really nice btw and yes just do it. 
      1. stores -  you can buy things at stores like muji, kikki.k, tokyo pen shop
      2. brands- that are really nice include pilot, uniball, sharpie, copic markers, etc
    2. apps/extensions - apps and stuff people use
      1. Focus Now/Forest - keeps you on focus by having you put your phone away. you either kill or grow a tree for a certain time you don’t use your phone. (extension for chrome: Forest)
      2. Leoh - chrome extension that opens on a new tab. includes to do list, time, goal for the day, news, weather, etc.
      3. Momentum - the typical studyblr extension, gives time and sets goal for the day
      4. - alternative to Momentum, gives time, has a built-in pomodoro timer, and a lot of lists and stuff to keep track of things.
      5. Flashcards+ - helps you study by opening a new tab and having you do flashcards.
      6. OneTab - a super lifesaver. Onetab collects all the tabs you might’ve had open and saves it so you can go right back to here you were last time if you need to close your laptop, etc.
      7. Pomodoro Timer - sets a 25 min timer to have you do things and keep you on track, etc. 
    3. Bullet Journal - keep a bullet journal! A bullet journal is a sort of to do list, note, journal, and everything else mashed into one. Lots of studyblrs and other people use bujos. You can search reach the official bullet journal website or look on tumblr to see more about bujos. 
  10. I don’t know what else, but if you have any more questions or if I didn’t answer your question properly, contact me again, anon! (If you were referring to my wallpaper and icon looking professional, I made them myself and you should contact me if you’re looking for stuff like that!) 

Other (great and quite possibly better than my hastily written answer) New Studyblr Posts:

also, some great studyblrs you should follow just to get you on your feet, etc: 
@standardunistudent @succulentstudy @hope-studies @studyign @studybuzz @studyblr-bri @haleystudies @hayley-studies @academla @sirenastudies @studylikeslytherin @studytildawn @elkstudies @studycxlture @study-well @studylou @katsdesk @studyvet @the-brightest-witch-studies @studyandblacktea @green-tea-and-studying @emmastudies @milkystudies +  hella lotta more lovely people

i hope this helped, anon! feel free to come and talk to me whenever xoxo


Yoongi's Wedding

It’s honestly so much fun going back to my normal sized posts I’m so excited for this series bc aesthetic as fuck but now onto one of the two Daegu princes, august d himself Min Suga aka Yoongi aka I just wanna chill with him like listen to music and watch cat videos

  • This is a part of the wedding series, I’ve done Yoongi’s proposal (here) husband!Yoongi (here) and Yoongi’s honeymoon (here)
  • Yoongi is a laidback man
  • He wouldn’t care about the little details like what color the napkins are or if the vases are made of the finest glass
  • He just wants to marry you
  • Like that’s it
  • You two could get married in a shed and he’d be ecstatic bc “hey this means I’m your husband now, sweet”
  • He would give his opinion on things though
  • Like if you truly did care about the napkin color he’d try his best to see the difference between cream and white
  • It isn’t that he doesn’t care about the wedding bc he does v v much
  • He just cares more about the actual ceremony and making sure he had his vows ready rather than who sits next to who
  • “They’re all adults why don’t they choose for themselves??”
  • He would want a small wedding though
  • To him a wedding is something private and romantic
  • He wants his closest of close friends and family to be there, along with yours but he doesn’t want every single friend he’s ever had there
  • He would have no problem giving you full control of the planning but he’d also lowkey be planning shit to surprise you
  • Like the singer of your couple song would show up to sing for your first dance and you’re just like um when did this happen
  • “Remember when I "went to the bathroom” during the whole bouquet arranging thing, yeah I called them up"
  • His best man would be Jimin tbh
  • This could be my Yoonmin heart speaking but yoon has a lil soft spot for Jimin and they are really close
  • Plus Jimin can be serious when he needs to be and he’d be able to keep Yoongi calm but also keep him excited
  • Like “hey dude you’re getting married in like a week!! But it’s okay I got your vows right here, we can practice if you want”
  • The wedding would be in fall
  • Yoongi doesn’t come off to me as a summer guy tbh
  • He likes spring but then he’d have to worry about people’s allergies acting up from all of the pollen
  • Winter is just too cold and he doesn’t want to be shaking when he’s saying “I do”
  • So fall is his answer when you ask him if he has a certain season he wants
  • He chooses the season, you choose the month bc teamwork
  • The actual wedding itself is perfect for you two
  • The chairs are comfy but not expensive, nobody’s forced to buy expensive dresses or suits (though they can if they want to)
  • I see the theme as being blue bc blue is a cool color and it kinda just makes me think of yoon
  • He doesn’t really care about the whole not seeing each other before the wedding but if you wanted to do that, he would
  • He’d honestly probably forget and walk into your room to ask which tie he should use and then it’s just everyone whining about how he’s not supposed to see
  • He can’t even get a look in before someone’s covering his eyes and pulling him back out
  • He’d be a ready before you were so he decides to chill outside your room
  • He just chats with you about anything and everything to keep the both of you calm bc oops Min Suga is nervous
  • Like really nervous
  • You can tell by the teeny tiny lil shake in his voice that most people wouldn’t be able to notice but bc you’ve been with him for years and years you’ve got all of his lil telltales down
  • You also know how to calm him down
  • You kinda just slide your hand under the door so you can grab his and squeeze it and you make sure it’s your left hand so he can see the ring
  • “Just remember, I get to call you husband after this.”
  • You calm him back down, which kinda just solidifies his choice for him bc not many people know him that well and it’s v v touching to him that you do
  • His vows are actually really emotional and sweet
  • He doesn’t tear up but you can hear his voice break slightly in the middle of it
  • The first kiss as a married couple is one of the most romantic he’s ever given you
  • Now here’s the thing, Yoongi is a lowkey romantic guy
  • He doesn’t go out and spell your name in fireworks or buy you jewelry everyday but he has his own ways to show he loves you
  • His kisses are one of those ways
  • They’re normally sweet and romantic but this one just takes the cake
  • Yoongi’s wedding would just be super chill but romantic as fuck
MFA Thesis Bloopers: The Hunger Games Edition

I had a big chunk of my thesis talking about why Katniss’ narrative voice is an ineffective authorial choice and, as a result, actually objectifies Katniss in and of itself by removing her agency, but it ended up not really fitting in with the rest of my paper. Howeversies, I still kinda like it, so I’m posting it here. Panem Companion Parte Deux, all.

And yes: it is written very informally, not in Academia Language, because the crux of my paper is Voice, so @anneursu had me write the whole thesis as myself, not as an Academia Robot. Although I am kind of an academia robot anyway.

Also, this is minus the italics and stuff for titles and whatever because I’m lazy and MLA suuuuuuucks.


In bestselling YA fiction, there is no shortage of teenage girls who speak out around and against the system.

In Ally Condie’s The Matched Trilogy, protagonist Cassia Reyes teaches herself to write longhand—an obsolete skill in her world—and uses it to her advantage to be able to communicate with fellow rebels and to trade for priceless banned books and works of art. Language matters to Cassia Reyes.

June Iparis, a female soldier and top recruit for her own shadowy government in Marie Lu’s Legend series, becomes intimately acquainted with the duplicitous nature of double-speak as she finds love with her society’s number one criminal and sees her brother murdered by the ruling class he served: while the coding of her military superiors’ speeches allows them to conceal insidious truths, Day, her rebel boyfriend, relies on being able to hide his messages in plain sight so they can survive.

And yet.

For all of the stories about teenage girls overthrowing corrupt governments, communicating rebel information, and infiltrating unseen behind enemy lines, there are few novels written in voices that take advantage of their protagonists’ proclivity towards playing with language.

Cassia Reyes teaches herself to write but models her language, from the outset of the trilogy, on bare-bones grammatical prescriptivism and the poetry of dead white guys; she learns to write longhand, but the words that she shares in this writing, and in her narration, do not speak of a girl learning that her entire world is a lie and her place in it, more variable than she could have dared to dream. Cassia Reyes is the same narrator, even if not the same girl, by the end of Reached as she was at the beginning of Matched, despite one of the major themes of her series being the way that censorship and control quell individual thought. After all that Cassia sees and learns and feels and grows—and leads—her voice remains the voice of Ally Condie: a traditionally educated adult from our contemporary United States. Even before she discovers the lost poetry of Dylan Thomas, Cassia’s voice suggests a Brigham Young English major.

Marie Lu offers alternating perspectives through June and Day, each speaking in first-person chapters, throughout the Legend series, but both of her dynamic personalities speak in the same voice. As a soldier, an orphan, a party to the system itself, June’s voice is measured and hesitant to become emotional, and this makes sense. It makes less sense for Day to be the same: Day, who lives on the streets to protect his beloved, and deathly ill, family from recriminations for his rebellion; Day, who makes his money in fistfights and betting matches; Day, for whom remaining alive is an act of sedition. Lu’s otherwise-impressive worldbuilding is belied by the similarity in June- and Day’s thoughts and voices, and the way this similarity undermines as superficial their supposed gaps in gender, economic status, and right to live in the world.

The opportunities for linguistic play available through science fiction and fantasy are abundant in general, but young adult books gain an additional layer of permission to screw convention when their protagonists are teenage girls. Unfortunately, too many of the series that gain mainstream attention do so because they adhere most strictly to prescriptivist language: the language of adult, white men, in particular. In doing so, they break a covenant with their readers that is as deep a betrayal as the covenants broken by the dystopian governments of their pages – these books, too, cast their teenage protagonists out and refuse them a full “life” on the page.

In The Hunger Games trilogy, Suzanne Collins writes Katniss, her teenage female protagonist, as often the last to know and integrate coded language, or to be excluded from its creation entirely. While it is arguable that Madge Undersee, also seventeen and a tertiary character, set the image of the Mockingjay into play as a revolutionary symbol, Collins gives no female teen characters real agency in their diction or syntax: Peeta, a boy, gets to lie and charm; Gale, a boy, chooses to eschew language for action; Annie, a very young woman, can barely speak; Katniss’ own most stunning verbal moment, her singing to Rue in her grave, is given over to words that Katniss credits with her father and his mining culture.

It is in this mining culture, though, where we do see some semblance of personal voice from Katniss. Before she ever volunteers for The Hunger Games, Collins allows for the reader to meet Katniss by engaging in a day of normalcy before all the bloodlust and conspiracy. We are gifted with Katniss’ small, private moments with her beloved sister Prim, and the nickname that she’s bestowed her (“little duck” [15]). Collins crafts, beautifully, Katniss’ tense and restrained reaction to the animosity between her only two friends, Gale and Madge, in a minute-long exchange that will come to define so much of the remainder of Katniss’ life: “I don’t like that Gale took a dig at Madge, but he’s right, of course. The reaping system is unfair… here’s the catch” (13).

On her hunting trip with Gale—the only time we see her feel at home—her language is straightforward: “[I] retrieved the small bow and arrows he’d made me from a hollow tree. I probably didn’t go more than twenty yards into the woods… After several hours, I had the good luck to kill a rabbit” (50). Her language early in the book reflects her necessary self-interest: she did the thing she needed to do to survive. No frills. While in its own way prescriptivist, this is a narrative stance that makes sense with Katniss’ upbringing and character.

All too soon, though, the story moves out of Katniss’ home in the Seam of District 12… and the realism, the grounded personality, in her voice slips away, too. As soon as Katniss boards the Tribute train, her narration relies on language that Suzanne Collins would know and use—not an uneducated teenage hunter-gatherer from a marginalized race in a marginalized nation-state under a tyrannical dictatorship. Katniss enters the Capitol knowing the names of foods she’s never eaten and clothes she’s never worn. Her metaphors and similes come from places and things she’s never seen.

The creature standing before me in the full-length mirror has come from another world. Where skin shimmers and eyes flash and apparently they make their clothes from jewels. Because my dress, oh, my dress is entirely covered in reflective precious gems, red and yellow and white with bits of blue that accent the tips of the flame design. The slightest movement gives the impression I am engulfed in tongues of fire. (120)

The language of this passage, when Katniss is first transformed into The Girl on Fire by Cinna, is one of the more lyrical scenes in Collins’ writing. Unfortunately, that’s where it goes most awry in its narrative voice. Katniss is self-admittedly not a lyrical person. Earlier in the same book, the most beautiful article of clothing Katniss knows is “a soft blue thing” (15), hardly the lush and waxing detailed knowledge of Cinna’s creation. Katniss’ costume is meant to transform her into a symbol for external viewers to recognize as she parades around the arena, but in betraying her voice, this passage also transforms Katniss from a fully-fleshed character into a mere symbol, an archetypical object, for her author to move around the plot. Much like Cinna arguably does when he uses Katniss’ body as the host for his own political ideals, Collins removes Katniss’ agency in favor of her own linguistic comfort.

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