I can’t sleep and I’m in bed thinking about ayahina and I realize that I love the way Hinami brought Ayato’s kindness back to life. We haven’t seen Ayato being kind with anyone at all since he was a kid, and the first time he met Hinami he treated her like shit. But you can see that her constant presence since she joined Aogiri is the beginning of Ayato’s development in terms of being able to express his kindness more often not only with her but with others too. He helped her with Tatara and treated her very kindly most of the time. He later came to see if she was okay and thought she wasn’t weak. He literally betrayed Aogiri and went to save her on his own. Then he listens to her crying about Akira and then hugs her, saying nothing. I think it’s a beautiful way to show that Ayato’s kindness wasn’t lost, he still had part of his humanity alive inside of him, there was still a chance for him to start again. And now he projects that kindness and empathy with others too… asking Touka if she was okay with leaving Kaneki behind back at Cochlea, worrying about uncle Yomo’s safety while fighting Arima, grabbing Kaneki’s shirt and trying to help him to get his shit together and mentioning his sister… I feel like now he can allow himself to show kindness without feeling like an idiot, and I believe Hinami is one of the main reason for that. She’s truly holds that influence with everyone around her, look at Akira.
long time no see~! I hope you’ve all been doing okay and that life is treating you kindly! ♡
I’m very sorry for poofing without saying anything, sometimes I get a little down for long periods of time and I don’t have much strength & energy for blogging, I hope you understand (•́ ◇ •̀｡)ﾟ･
me and @mayor-fuyu have also been hit with a few life struggles, but things have been getting better, so hopefully we can both be more active again! ♡
I feel like I’ve missed a lot and I’m super behind on things, but I’ll try to catch up on what I can and reply to messages and notifications and such! I’ve really missed you all and I hope we can still be friends! (〃ﾉ﹏ﾉ)♡
as always, thank you very much for your support
♡ I appreciate it so much! please take care and have a good day everyone~! 🐌
/forever sobs in a puddle on the floor~~ (´；▿；｀ʃƪ)
Superheroes Con III Transcribed, to the best of my ability, from my audio recording.
Please do not repost this. I know I don’t own the Q&A, but I spent a few hours of my life transcribing audio. I wanted to share! Please link to my post as the source if you’re going to quote it. (Edited to sound less impolite because that’s not the tone I intended.)
happy international rroma day! as someone who grew up in a small town in illinois, just being a latino-rroma or learning of my own history wasnt easy. everyday is a challenge for all of us, especially my grandmother, who cannot read/speak english well and is not treated very kindly by our white neighbors. with my tan skin, black hair, and native language all constantly being poked fun at in school and treated as the backbone of their jokes, being called both a “wetback” and a “baby-stealer” in my primarily white school, its not something that does a lot for your confidence. but going through these tags and seeing so many varied and beautiful people here is amazing. for once in my life, i feel proud to be who i really am.
here are some pictures i have gotten from my mothers photo album, the first pictures are of my great grandmother, her sister, and her palm reading stand. the second is my beautiful, strong mother, who has put up with the struggles and pain of being a rroma her whole life and raised a family by herself. she is the strongest person i know, and even if she doesnt see this, i hope one day she knows im grateful for everything she has ever done for us.
the second is an old picture of my small cousins around our neighborhood, which we still live near today and my mother owns an incense shop.
for all of you rroma out there, i want yo to know that you are wonderful. we may be constantly put down, but our spirits will never break. we are here, we are strong and we are beautiful, and we deserve visibility.
could i see yandere best friend headcanons for HT UT and UF sans?
Yanderes always have a spike in popularity and I love it
++ Sans ++
•You don’t need other friends. You have him.
•Treats you very kindly, unlike the s/o
•Will only hurt you if he thinks you really deserves it. NEVER lie to him or go behind his back on anything
•Wants the best for you but it has to include him and no one else
•Gets you gifts, sometimes they are a bit inhumane and gory
•Doesn’t even want animals around you, so no pets. If you have one, well, you won’t in the next few minutes. It takes your attention away from him
•Doesnt want you to date
++ Sans ++
•Lets you talk to Papyrus and other monsters, but not that many humans
•Terrifies your s/o if you ever get one
•Really wants you to date Papyrus but won’t hurt you if you don’t
•Is actually fun to be around as long as there are no other humans excluding family
•Lets you stay in touch with family because he’s with his brother, so why should you have it any different?
•Still makes bad puns and jokes around with you a lot
•Might guilt trip you if you tell him he took his jokes too far
++ Sans ++
•Will let you talk to other monsters not including his brother. He’s afraid Papyrus would take you away
•Doesn’t want you to get an S/o but will never tell you
•Jealous of anyone he sees you connecting with
•Will kill people that he sees you hanging out with more than him
•Has a crush on you, most likely, but is way too scared to admit it to you
•Surprised you’d stay friends with him, is actually so thankful and happy to have you
•A good listener, likes to help you with your problems
•Would never ever hurt you, at least not on purpose
“Jo Grant is useless!” “Jo Grant is a sexist stereotype!” “She’s just there to tell the Doctor how clever he is!” “All she does is scream and need to be rescued by the Doctor!”
If you know anything at all about Jo you’ve probably heard at least one of the above statements at some point. People will often compare Jo to the two powerful, overtly feminist companions she comes between (Liz Shaw and Sarah Jane Smith) and decide she falls short and must be there simply to look pretty and act dumb
All those people are totally, completely wrong.
Here’s the thing: Jo did replace Liz for really sexist reasons. The writers thought Liz was “too smart” because she was the Doctor’s equal rather than someone who would just follow along asking questions. So Liz was dropped (though Caroline John would’ve probably left anyway due to her pregnancy). The character of Jo was created to replace her, and established as someone who definitely wasn’t on the same scientific level as the Doctor.
However, in spite of the sexism behind this, Jo is still a very strong character and I would argue that while she may not surpass the Doctor in the intellectual fields, she’s consistently shown to surpass him in pretty much everything else. She’s kinder than him, braver than him, more determined than him, and less dependent on him than he is on her.
And while she’s no scientist, she’s not stupid either and we see her gradually grow more knowledgeable in scientific matters (in The Time Monster, for example, when she guesses exactly what the device the Doctor built does).
She’s resourceful (remember that she does happen to be a fully qualified UNIT agent who has studied escapology) and frequently gets the Doctor out of tight jams. She doesn’t hang around waiting for someone to tell her what to do—she uses her own initiative many times, sometimes with good results (such as when she frees the Doctor in The Sea Devils) and sometimes with bad results (when she tracks down the Master on her own in Terror of the Autons—though note that she does succeed in finding him, and by Frontier in Space she’s become immune to his hypnotism).
She has far more agency than she gets credit for. She knows what she wants and isn’t shy about getting it. In her first episode we learn she got her job with UNIT by asking her well-connected uncle for it, but she’s also immediately willing to do all the hard work involved. The first thing she does is try to put out a fire—no screaming involved, she just grabs the fire extinguisher and puts it out. It turns out she’s actually ruined one of the Doctor’s projects, but her eagerness and sweet personality win him over so quickly that he doesn’t have the heart to fire her. In The Mind of Evil, during a prison riot, she grabs the gun from the prisoner holding her hostage and turns the situation around, covering the prisoners with it and then casually handing them over to the governor.
In The Curse of Peladon, King Peladon offers her a life of luxury as his queen, but she turns him down. She also turns down Latep in Planet of the Daleks—who asks her to stay with him on Skaro—because she’s more interested in her own life on Earth. When she accepts Cliff’s offer of marriage in The Green Death, it’s not on a whim but something she genuinely wants. She isn’t willing to settle for just anyone.
When she and the Doctor visit the sexist Draconians in Frontier in Space, one of them tells her to not to speak, and her response is simply to tell him to be quiet so she can carry on talking. Later she remarks, “I think it’s about time women’s lib was brought to Draconia.” And yet people claim she’s less feminist than Sarah Jane.
Jo is passionate above all else, and it shows in everything she does. She throws herself into her work, she enjoys life very much, and she’s incredibly compassionate and driven to do good. In The Mind of Evil she takes care of the Doctor after his ordeal with the Keller Machine and treats the prisoner Barnham very kindly, showing more concern for him than anyone else does. She brings a captured Ogron a banana in Frontier in Space, showing kindness to a species even the Doctor treats with contempt. Her compassion is so strong that she tries to sacrifice her own life in The Daemons to save the Doctor, asking Azal to kill her in his place. This action is what ultimately saves them all, because Azal can’t comprehend her behaviour. And finally, she chooses to leave the Doctor because she wants to save the planet the old-fashioned way—not by going into space and fighting aliens, but through simple ground level activism.
Perhaps the most profound example of her strong spirit and her bravery is The Time Monster, when the Master’s actions threaten to destroy the entire universe. She’s trapped aboard his TARDIS, and the only way to stop him is for the Doctor to time ram the two vessels, which will kill all three of them. The Doctor threatens to do it, but the Master calls his bluff, pointing out that the Doctor doesn’t have it in him to destroy Jo. Jo has no such qualms and time rams the TARDISes herself, even though she knows it’ll kill her and her best friend. She believes it’s worth it to save the rest of the universe. “Think of all those millions of people who’ll die,” she says. “Think of all those millions of people who’ll never be born!” The three of them do survive through the intervention of Kronos, but that doesn’t take anything away from Jo’s decision to destroy the two TARDISes—a decision the Doctor himself wasn’t able to make.
Despite his strong desire to be free of his exile, the Doctor is clearly the most dependent one in their relationship. He worries that she might choose to stay with Peladon, and when he finally gets his freedom in The Three Doctors, Jo is sad but willing to accept that he probably wants to leave, but he instead chooses to remain with UNIT (which shows some great character development for Three, who lied to Liz to get her to give him the TARDIS key in his first serial and tried to abandon them all). In the end, it’s not the Doctor who leaves Jo but Jo who leaves the Doctor. She makes the decision to part ways, and he is clearly the one most affected by it, and can’t even stay for the rest of the party. It’s such a simple companion departure—no tragedy involved, just leaving to get married—and yet it remains one of the most heart-breaking moments in Classic Who. We rarely see the Doctor so upset over a companion’s exit.
I don’t understand how anyone who’s seen Jo’s episodes can say she’s a useless character. This is so obviously false when you examine her actions. She may not be Ace beating a Dalek with a baseball bat or Rose absorbing the time vortex, but she doesn’t have to be. She has a quiet, gentle heroism that’s just as valid. Dismissing her as the epitome of the sexist “screaming girl” stereotype misses everything important about her character.
“part 2 to “like i would” ?? 💕 preferably w/ smut 🙌🏼”
“Can you make a part 2 of “Like I would” please”
“Part 2 of like I would?”
Warnings: Smut, kink, cussing,
As you were about to reach the rest of the group, he turns to you and says “Just so we’re clear. He won’t touch you like I would, he won’t love you like I would, he don’t know your body, he won’t do you right, he won’t love you like I would.”
Just as you were about to say something Derek calls your name, Peter walks away from you and you’re starting to regret the decision you made, you wanted Peter,and it’s clear he wanted you.
“Y/n!” Derek called out.
You simply rolled your eyes prepared for a lecture. “Yeah, yeah I’m comming.”
“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING WITH PETER?!” He yelled at you.
Peter looked back, even thought he was done flirting with you and trying to get you back that doesn’t mean he still cares about you.
You were speechless , he never yelled at you in front of the lost boys, Peter, and the mermaids.
“I-i-i i w-was just..-”
“Save it! I don’t give two shitts, for now on you’re always on my side, you aren’t even aloud to shower by yourself anymore, anything that you do, I do too., you got that?”
Peter looked at Derek like he wanted to slit his throat, nobody ever talked to you like that, not even Pan himself, so when some stupid lost boy did it, he got mad.
“Got it…” you felt tears run down your face, you were really regretting being with Derek, he changed, and it was for the worse.
That night Derek insists that you slept with him, so you did, Peter didn’t care, he let any of his lost boys and lost girl slept wherever they wanted to sleep, as long as it wasn’t his tree house, he could care less.
As you got out of the shower, you noticed your clothes weren’t there.
“What the hell? Derek, where are my clothes?” you yell.
“I got you some new ones.” he hands you what seems to be HIS clothes.
“Derek, these are yours, where are mine?”
“I threw them out, they were much too sexy, and if there was a meeting in the middle of the night like how there sometimes is, I don’t want you walking out like a slut.”
Your eyes widen, did he really just say that?
“Excuse me?” Yeah so put these on and come to bed babe.” he kisses you on your forehead, and walks away.
Later that night you find yourself still awake, and still thinking about Peter, that’s when you got an idea.
You get up and slowly walk into your bathroom, you find your other night wear and change into that, you walk outside the door and softly close it.
On your way to Peter’s tree house you go. You couldn’t help but smile and almost skip your way on up to his house.
As you get to his tree house your heart starts to skip a beat, you were nervous, excited, happy, and terrified all at once.
*knock knock* on his door.
He didn’t answer, so you just open the door, Peter never left his door locked unless he had company, which he hadn’t since he’d seen with you.
You open the door and see his precious face, he looks so relaxed, so cute, so at peace.
You saw the way his hair was a complete mess, his lips look even bigger, his breathing was stable, and he didn’t really snore, it was more of a hum.
You walk over to him, slightly pushing him, he doesn’t budge. So you sit on his bed, making your way under the covers and holding him tight, that is when he wakes up.
“Wh-what the ?” Peter was freaked out for a second but then he quickly realized it was you.
“Y/n what are you doing?”
“I couldn’t sleep.” you said bluntly
“That’s what Derek is for.” he said.
But he is snoring and he won’t wake up for anything, plus we had a fight.”
“Yeah i know I saw.”
“I think all of Neverland saw.” you said as you put your head down.
“I j-just, I just miss you Peter.”
Peter looked at you, and you looked gorgeous, your hair was wavy and messy, your eyes brighten up the room, your lips looked kissable, he rubbed your face and cupped your face so you two where inches away.
You put your hands on Peter’s wrist, and smiled at him, hoping he’s take a hint.
Then he looked down and saw what you were wearing, a tight shirt, and booty shorts, which made your body look amazing.
He pulled you unto him so that you were straddling him, and you grinded on him a little signaling you wanted him too, just as he was about to kiss you, he stopped.
“What are you doing?” you asked.
“I never go back on my word Y/n.” he takes you off of him and gets off the bed, brushing his shirt off, trying to look anywhere but you.
“I can’t, with you, I can’t, as much as I want to, I just can’t, if you wanted me , you wouldn’t be with that asshole you call your boyfriend, until you’re done with him , I can’t satisfy you, and you know I can.”
You just looked down, you got off the bird and walked out of Peter’s room, he closed the door and he hit the wall, you heard it too, you just sat on his door step, he then sat on the other side of the door.
You just began to cry, he heard you, he wanted to bring you in, he wanted to tell you everything was okay, he wanted to tell you everything was going to be alright, he wanted to hold you for hours on end, he wanted to kiss you til the sun came out, he wanted to make love to you, he wanted to make you scream his name, but no, it took everything in his body held him back and he just listened to you cry, while a tear drop came out of his eye as well.
When the sun started rising that’s when you went and headed back to your cabin, got dressed, and went into the kitchen. Not an hour passed by and there he was, Derek asking why you didn’t wake him him, already giving you attitude.
“Because you aren’t on kitchen duty.” you said with an attitude back.
“And what the hell are you wearing?”
“Why don’t you be nice to me for once? Huh?! Isn’t that what a boyfriend is supposed to do?”
“I can do whatever I want.”Now go change!”
“Actually , you stay right there Y/n.” A familiar voice came from the kitchen door, it was Peter.
“You have a duty to do, and I expect you to be done at a certain time, and if that certain time isn’t done, well then there are consequences, so no, she will not be changing.” Peter said with him arms folded and leaning on the kitchen door.
“Sh’es my girl-”
“And she’s my lost girl, if we have problem we shall settle it right here right now.” Peter started to get mad, you can tell,, you’ve seen him kick out plenty of lost Boys who betrayed him, made him mad, or just simply “tried him.”
“Psh man whatever, see you at breaking Y/n.” Derek leaves out the kitchen door.
You looked at Peter, and he looked at you.
“Well, get to work, starving lost boys are something I don’t want to deal with.”
“Yes Peter.” you say as you start getting your ingredients out.
He starts to walk outside the door
“Thank you.” you say as your turn to him but his back already turned to you, but he stops turn his head to look at you, and simply nods.
You smile and get to work.
Breakfast was delicious but you were so tired from last night, 1 because you were crying for so long,, and 2 you stood up all night with Peter, well not really, but you were at his tree house door, so it was close enough.
You barely ate and were practically falling asleep, Derek and Peter noticed, but Peter only knew why.
“Hey babe you okay?” Derek asked actually being nice.
“Yeah I’m just really sleepy.” you said
“Why?” he asked
“Because I didn’t sleep last night, you snore so loud.”
“Well gee thanks.”
“I’m not saying that it’s bad, I’m just saying that I don’t think we should sleep together anymore. I’m on kitchen duty and I need as much rest as possible, you have to remember I’m up before anyone else.”
“Yeah that’s not going to happen.”
“What? No I’m telling you that it IS going to happen, I take my job very seriously.”
“What a little maid? Psh please.”
“Derek that’s really mean of you.”
“Hey Y/n breakfast was amazing, thanks!” Felix said.
“Oh thank you so much! I worked very hard on it.” you said with a huge smile.
You turned back around to Derek, who looked pissed.
“What now?” you asked.
“So now you’re cheating on me with Felix?”
“Oh my goodness you’re ridiculous.” You turn to look for Peter because you just wanted to see him, you missed him already, you definitely weren’t over him.
There he was, walking with Felix, and a couple of his most trust worthy lost boys.
“Listen up boys, and girl.” he said as he looked at you.
“I’m bloody tired as hell, so you guys can do whatever you want, until lunch time, that’s when we start to practice our hunting skills, we hunt tonight, in the dark, the darker it it the better the challenge, I’ll have you guys do it one by one so you dumb asses wont accidental hunt each other.” Everyone laughed at that, because it had happen before, it wasn’t funny back then, but now you all have learned your lesson, and actually listen to Peter.
“Okay so yeah, bye.” Peter said as he walked to his tree house, you were very tired as well, so you decided to go to your cabin as sleep. Just as you were walking to your cabin Derek stops you.
“Where are you going?”
“I am actually really tired, so I was going to sleep.”
“No you’re not, we are having a lake day, and since last time you left me , to go with Peter, this time you can actually spend time with me.”
“Okay listen I know I screwed up and the lake sounds really nice babe it really does but I don’t even think I can make it to the lake, i am so sleepy.”
“Well I don’t care, you owe me.”
You started to realize Derek wasn’t going to let you sleep.
“(sigh) I’ll go get dressed.”
You guys walked to the lake, and it was beautiful as always, everyone was enjoying themselves, splashing each other, playing games, making funny jokes, it was a goo day, and you were almost happy that you didn’t miss out on the fun anyway.
You guys played lots of games and Derek was being nice for once, he was treating you very kindly, he would make sure you were okay, making sure you were hydrated, just the regular stuff the boyfriends should do. You thought about Peter maybe once or twice, but Derek was doing a terrific job.
You get back to lunch time and you start cook a lightly meal, a salad actually, because you guys were having meat for dinner, and plus the boys had to go hunting right after lunch, and that means they had to run, so you didn’t want to give them a heavy meal.
Everyone was thankful for the meal and thought it was really god, not many lost boys complained about what you made because without you, there would be no food, nobody really knew how to cook, except you, so they were forever grateful.
Not much time after that Peter woke up from his nap, he was very refreshed and felt great. He walked out of his tree house and made his way on to where you were sitting.
“Hi Y/n, is there anymore food left?” he asked
“Well why yes there is, I saved you a bowl, “ You smiled at him.
“Well why you think of everything don’t you?” He smiles and goes into the kitchen to get his lunch.
Derek was watching the whole time and gt so jealous.
“So .” he came up and sat next to you just as you were about to leave.
“So what?” you say as you sit down once again.
“Why do you do so much for him?”
“He’s our king, he’s the king of Neverland, how can I not? “ you say almost with an attitude, if he was a true lost boy he wouldn’t ask such a stupid question you thought to your self.
“Yeah but you see, you act a different way than all the others.”
“Probably because I’m the only lost girl.”
Derek rolls his eyes, completely annoyed now.
“You know what I mean Y/n, and it needs to stop, don’t talk to him anymore.”
You let out a laugh, “You can not be serious?! He is the king of Neverland , how can I not talk to him? I might as well get banished like all the other ungreatful lost boys.”
“That’s not a bad idea.” Derek says.
“Okay guys it’s time to get your weapons and head out, its turning dusk, so we should get moving.” Peter says.
You and Derek get up and start to pack anything you might need.
You guys were all taking turns one by one, some sucked, and some were spot on, you were very impressed, and if anyone were to suck the most, it be the little lost boys, so they were the “cheer team” if that makes sense. They were far to little to hold a bow and arrow, or any weapon of that matter, so Peter let them watch and cheer on anyone who went up.
It was Derek’s turn and he did excellent.this was what Peter was talking to you about he is good when he wants to be, that’s for sure. Everybody cheered him on so he put a fist in the air, and you turned to look at Peter and he rolled his eyes, signaling he was over it.
You were up next, but you were so tired, you picked up the bow and arrow, and as you were about to shoot, your world went pitch black.
It was like slow motion, everywhere was black, you could hear shouting, and noise being made, but you had no idea what was going you, you were passed out. Peter’s eye widen and ran to you pushing all the lost boys out the way
“Y/n what the hell? What happen Derek?” he said holding you and rushing you back to camp while all the lost boys chased after them wanting to know what would happen next.
“She-she I don’t know.” he was lying, he knew you didn’t get any sleep, and hadn’t slept all day, so you were exhausted, making breakfast and lunch for 30+ plus, you had to be drained.
Peter ignored him because he was clearly no help, he put you in the cabin where everyone get hurt, sick, ect. He lay you down nice and gentle, rubbing your head realizing you had a bump, he kissed it, and kissed your hand, hoping that everything would be okay.
Everyone slept outside of the cabin you were in that night, they were eager to know you were okay, you were the only lost girl, you were very important.
You wake up to a huge head ache, it was the next day you suppose, you were trying to remember what happen but all you remember was falling, you don’t remember how you got there, how you got the bump, and how it was the next day.
You fix yourself up and walk outside to Peter and the boys right outside the door, you closed the door making a sound and most of the lost boys jup by the noise, and some just wake up.
“Y/n you’re okay!” Peter says as he hugs you.
You were very shocked because he never showed any compassion to you in from the lost boys like this, not since you were together.
“What happen you to?” He asked as he pulls away.
“I didn’t sleep, all night, or even get a nap, I cooked for all of you twice without any breaks, I was exhausted.”
Peter looked at you curiously. “Why didn’t you take a nap?”
“Because I had to go to the lake with Derek and the lost boys” you said.
“You don’t have to do anything, you could’ve napped.” he said with his arms folded. “Now tell me, did Derek want you to go, or did he tell you, that you had to go?”
“Derek told me I had to go to the lake with him.” you put your head down.
“No I fucking didn’t stop lying!” Derek interrupted you
“Are you kidding me?” you were shocked that he was actually lying.
“You are such a liar dude, I would have totally let you sleep.” Derek said.
“No no no Peter he is lying, I wanted to sleep but he didn’t let he he basically forced me to go to the beach, he guilt tripped me!”
“This bitch.” Derek said.
And that’s when Peter snapped, as soon as he ended that word he had Derek up against a tree, about to punch him in the face, all the lost boys stepped back for this could get ugly.
“What the bloody hell did you just call her?”
“I called her a bitch what the fuck is your deal Pan?!!” Derek yelled.
Peter was done he put his fist up higher and as he was about to punch him he felt your hands against his arms.He looked down to you in tears.
“Please Peter don’t you’ll kill him!”
“That’s the bloody point!” he said as he tried to remove your hands from his arm but you were fighting him.
“Just please banish him!” You yelled
Peter was shocked, he looked at you “You want him gone?”
You nodded, ans cried some more, “I can’t do this anymore, Derek its over, you’ve made a place where I can call heaven hell for me, I can’t do this.” As you drop to your knees and cry.
Peter nodded, and looked at Derek, he let him go and waved his arm and around Derek came purple smoke, taking him to an other world, he didn’t know which one,he didn’t care, he just wanted him gone now.
As Derek disapeard everyone grew silent, and nobody said a word.
“Get to bed everyone.” Peter said and everyone scattered into their cabins not wanting to get Peter more mad.
Peter looks at you and you’re on the floor, with a blank face, still crying.
He picks you up, and carries you into him room.
As he puts you on his bed he goes to the door and locks it, and turns off the lights.
“Peter…” you whisper
He grabs you and shifts you more on the bed to where you were laying his pillows.
He got on top of you and you were still crying.
“Shhh, baby girl, don’t worry, you don’t have to worry about him anymore, he’s gone.” You nodded and brought him into a hug, he hid his face in the crook of your neck, when he thought it was long enough hug, he starts to suck your neck, slowly and softly.
You start to feel a little turned on and start to breath more heavily.
He then kisses down lower, he lifts your shirt up, kissing all over tummy, leaving red dark marks all over it, he starts to lift your shirt even more where he can see your break and stats to lick and suck that area, you start to squirm , signaling you were becoming more turned on, and little moans left your mouth.
He whispers “Shh, I’ll take care of you baby girl.”
You then start to feel your clothes come off, he is taking them off so slowly the anticipation and damn near killing you, you haven’t had Peter in months, you wanted him, you needed him.
As he undressed you fully he took off his clothes within seconds. And you almost forgot how big he was, you gulped loudly, you were a little scared because it had been almost a year since you and Peter had sex, things had changed , you were scared for that.
He grabbed you and had his dick at your entrance, his whispers to you , “Are you okay?”
“Y-yeah I’m just.”
“Peter, I love you , and like I don’t know I’m not the prettiest or the smartest-”
Peter kisses you passionately, it was like time stopped for those seconds, your world felt dizzy, you had those butterflies you once had, and you fell head over heels in love with Peter all over again.
As he kissed you he began t slide into you softly, it hurt, bad.
(GASP) “Owe Peter it hurts” You began to panic and cry a little.
“Look at me baby girl, look at me, I got you, I promise I won’t hurt you, I-I love you Y/n.” he admitted to you.
You smiled and kissed him and he kissed you back.
As he began to thrust into you the pain went away and your started to become wetter and wetter.
“Fuck you are so tight.”
All you could do was moan, you couldn’t even say a word, Peter always had that effect on you, he could leave you breathless.
He started to go faster and faster.
He rubbed his hands against your face and you got his finger and started sucking on it, making him moan, you loved hearing him moan, it made you feel so confident.
“Peter don’t stop, please don’t stop.” you got out as your started to moan louder and louder.
Peter then tends to fuck you so hard he grabs your neck and holds you down so you have to take every inch of him, he kisses your forehead, reassuring that he’s got you.
He then puts your legs up and him inside you again,
“Fuck I love you so much You don’t know how long I wanted to do this to you.”
You could only scream, your throat became raw, he knew what he was dong, he always knew.
“I don’t know if I could take anymore Peter.” you managed to moan out.
“I’ll ride you out just hold on a little bit more.”
He grabs your breast and plays with your nipple, making you becoming undone, and starting to cum, making you scream , all of Neverland could here. He then cums in you, and you ran your fingers in his hair, he let out a big sigh and a reassuring smile.
“I love you so much my lost girl.”
“I love you too Peter.”
For the rest of the night you both lay on his bed, hands intertwined with one an other, cuddling, kissing, and just talking to each other, you’re so glad you guys are back to the way things were, the way things were supposed to be.
Pepper owed everything she had to the house of Layton. The royal family had taken her in, despite the fact that she was a bastard child. Despite her father’s betray and her lack of noble blood.
They’d given her a home in the palace. They’d treated her very kindly and, as she’d grown up, she had dedicated herself to serving them. She had never thought that a skinny, classless orphan like herself would manage to become a knight, nor that she would be assigned as Princess Ellie’s personal guard for a diplomatic mission.
The knight was busy making preparations. Ensuring the carriage was comfortable, that the supplies were in order, that the horses were in proper shape, and that the rest of Ellie’s guard was ready to depart. It was strange to be in command of a grand procession such as this, but Pepper was eager to make the trip.
Anything for the family that had showed her so much kindness.
Once everything was taken care of, the knight waited patiently for the princess to finish her own preparations. She stood in the hallway outside of her room, sweating she could hear other voices inside.
Hi I was wondering if you could do the bad touch trio reacting to meeting their s/o's parents and siblings. Thank you
Gilbert (Prussia)-Before going to meet the family, Gilbert would act very confidently in front of his s/o, but on the inside he’d be very worried about whether his s/o’s family would like him or not. He’d try and convince himself that there was no way that his s/o’s family couldn’t like someone as awesome as he is, but he’d still be a little insecure about meeting them.
Once the day arrived and he actually met with the family he’d be a little stiff and nervous for a while until he got used to them. If his s/o had more stricter, serious parents Gilbert would be on his absolute best behavior and would also be very gentlemanly (or as much as he can be). If the parents were more laid-back, he might joke around and be a bit more like his usual self. He does surprising well with younger kids, as he loves to play around with them, so if his s/o’s siblings were younger he would be very comfortable around them. If they were older he might be a bit awkward until he got a read on them, but afterwards he would be overall genuinely very nice and even affectionate if he gets to know them well.
Francis (France)-Francis is very good at getting along with people, and he’s aware of that, so he wouldn’t be too worried about his s/o’s family not liking him. He’s also the type to bring a small gift like flowers to try and start the whole encounter on a good start.
No matter what his s/o’s parents are like he’d be very charming and respectful, although if they were a bit strict he might be a little more reserved than usual. Since he’s so charismatic it would be very difficult for anyone not to like him. If his s/o’s siblings are younger he might be a little hesitant with them at first, especially if they’re rowdy, but eventually he’d warm right up to them. If they were older he would try his absolute best to get along with them, and would treat them very kindly, and he also wouldn’t hesitate to joke around with them, especially after he got to know them.
Antonio(Spain)-Antonio would be pretty nervous beforehand, and wouldn’t be afraid of admitting that to his s/o right before meeting the family. He would become absolutely distraught if he thought about the possibility of the family not liking him, because he feels that it’s extremely important to get along with them, especially if his s/o is very close to all of them.
Nevertheless, when the day arrived and he actually met the family, he might be a bit timid at first,but because of his bright personality and kindness, he would most likely be able to win over everyone pretty easily, which would be really reassuring for him. Again, if his s/o’s parents were strict, he’d in turn be more serious, but if not he’d be much more laid-back and open. He’s a sucker for kids, so if his s/o’s siblings were younger he’d be very sweet to them and would do practically anything for them. If he knew them for a while he’d get pretty protective of them too. If they were older, he’d still be exceptionally sweet to them as well to try and would be interested in getting to know them.
Sienna curiously trotted through Kairi’s laboratory, examining certain objects carefully in an effort to not break them, and when she finished, she placed them gingerly back where they belonged; she was carrying a coffee tray in one hand, on her way towards Kairi’s office to deliver her the daily morning coffee that she had been getting for the past three weeks now. She didn’t mind the menial labor she was performing, as Kairi was like a mother to her anyways and treated her very kindly to begin with–but something was off; the entire lab was a mess, nails and bolts littering the floor in various spots, piles and piles of tools stacked everywhere, and wood shavings floating throughout the air like little fairies. She was certainly confused, but continued the trek to Kairi’s office anyways, gently knocking on the closed door and humming, “Coffee delivery~!”
Kairi heard her at the door and she took her welding mask off. “Come in!” she called as she set it on the floor and dusted herself off. “Thank you, Sienna. I needed a drink.” She said as she took her coffee and took a drink, sighing happily at the taste as she sat in a chair. “I think it’s almost done, thank god.” She sighed.
You know.. Sometimes I question if life is worth living. It gets to the point where you dread every moment and every step you take. The nights are honestly the worst. The struggle with the tide of depression becomes surreal, and at that moment I feel nothing. I mean, you need to understand that this is my life, and I have the power to end it. The problem is that I fall way too fast, and not only that, I forgive to easily and care too much. I’m always told to stay strong but, I feel like I’ve already lost so, what exactly am I suppose to stay strong for? I like to be left alone, but when people don’t notice my absence, then it starts to hurt. Even though I know it’s my own fault for isolating myself but I want to feel as if someone actually cares. You see, in my whole existence, I have only found one person who has truly understood what I have been struggling with. Knowing that they’re the only person who actually understands is like being tortured by your own mind. With time though, I finally had gotten over that person. My heart was extremely fragile and it was in the process of being mended but here she is again ripping the stitches right out. I can tell you’re struggling and going through a hard time right now, but I just wanted to let you know that it does get better. I know you’re probably really hopeless and feel as if the only person who can make you feel better is one another, but trust me when I say this, that’s not true. I get it, you’re hurting. You don’t want to get over each other, but sometimes you need to. You’re probably wondering why the stars align in the way that your heart would beat when you were happy and that even staring into the damn galaxy she’s still everywhere. Bad things do happen, but how you respond to them defines who you are as a person. You can choose to sit there in perpetual sadness, immobilized by you loss, or rise from the pain and treasure the greatest gift you were ever given - which is life itself. You are going through a dark time right now, and you’re trying to find the light. Although, somehow throughout there you have somehow lost yourself in the process. You’re not only trying to find the light, but yourself and I don’t know about you but it’s pretty damn hard to find something in the dark without any tools to help you. I see it this way though. Wherever there is a shadow in my life, it must mean that there is a light casting it. My personal choice is to seek that light every moment of my life and to provide that light like the northern star to help others get out of their darkness. Light encases you in a variety of bright feelings but darkness consumes your personality, your soul and at the very ends of your body. Although, do not let that happen to you. Be brave and follow the light of others and eventually shine a light of yours. Anjelika and Madison, I can tell that life isn’t treating y'all very kindly, which by the way is something I resent totally because if their is anyone who deserves to be happy in life, then it’s both of y'all. All I can really say is that you’re going to be just fine. Keep your head up and keep smiling. You’re going to get through this one way or another. Don’t give up quite yet. *virtual fist bump* 👊🏼
I don’t even know if you guys are going to see this but, I really hope you do because if you don’t.. well, that would just be awkward and embarrassing. I apologize for this sucky advice also. I’m only in like ninth grade so I suck majorly. addicted-toher-lipsthat-lesbian-madison
Wait is there a big difference between brick and musical enjolras? I'm not that far in the book yet and I'm curious bc of that post you made
Hallo anon! There’s quite a significant difference, including some dramatic choices made for staging purposes. Movie Enjolras is a third character again.
Hugo did slightly remove his Republican characters from the very specific circumstances around the 1832 uprising (e.g. only a passing mention of 1830 and Louis-Philippe is treated very kindly in the text) because by 1862 social and political events had moved on - what he stressed was more the general Republican aims of personal freedom, representation, suffrage and education rather than the assembly laws, suppression of the press, reneging on the 1830 attempts to integrate Republican institutions into the Monarchy etc. Indeed, the very strong stress on education really takes us almost into the territory of 19th century Utopian Socialism than 1820s - 30s Republicanism.
The stage musical, in its efforts to create a universal black box staging, takes that further and eliminates even a reference to the monarchy (something I’m glad was restored in the movie, as it was referenced in the OFC) - what we’re left with is a vague “cut the fat ones down to size” which sounds like a caricature of a 20th century Marxist slogan. The Amis are about raising people up, not tearing them down, and the Enjolras of the Brick - with his lofty ideas about honour, not to mention brotherhood - would not be sloganeering in that fashion. The closest he comes is a reference to parasites in his View from a Barricade speech.
Depending on the direction and the acting, I’ve seen stage Enjolraii that come across as very hot-headed and impetuous to various degrees (some, like Thaxton, are more self-possessed and contained…others seemed almost unbalanced). They do things like charge to the top of the barricade and make themselves conspicuous targets in their red jacket. Brick!Enjolras is the opposite - he quietly settles himself in a corner of the barricade and picks off attackers as they charge in, many of them not even seeing them. He speaks little, and when he does it’s usually very brief and straight to the point (which lends a greater impact to those moments when he soars into speech).
There are reasons Musical!Enjolras is so conspicuously front and centre stage - a musical Enjolras who spends most of his time concealed and firing from behind his redoubt, alertly keeping his eye on the street and calling out terse commands, would not translate well to stage (thus front-row-centre in his red jacket Musical!Enjolras).
Musical!Enjolras does not have such scope to subtly convey Enjolras’ foresight and preparation - the closest we get is a reference to the fact that it’s “easy to sit here and swat them like flies/but the National Guard will be closer to catch”. Musical!Enjolras then goes on to act as if victory is their’s for the taking, and sometimes lapses into a sense of shaken faith when it becomes apparent it’s not. This is something that also bothers me about Aaron Tveit’s interpretation, and his reading of Enjolras as having “realised” he’s lead the Amis to their deaths. That has absolutely no counterpart in the book - quite the opposite. Brick!Enjolras is fully aware that this is a risk (a revolution is the act of kicking down a rotten door, and you don’t know if the door is rotten enough until you test it), and is already preparing for the possible fall of the barricade long before that happens, to the extent that he’s setting aside bottles of acid that, it’s hinted, were prepared well in advance.
Musical!Enjolras (again, depending on the actor and staging) is charismatic and passionate, but he doesn’t have the ice cold determination and remorseless logic that drives Brick!Enjolras. At times he comes across as a bit generic revolutionary leader, and the whole “they were school boys, never held a gun” sets up a narrative of naivete that is not reflected either in the fictional Amis or in their real-life student counterparts. These Amis seem to owe more to the Mai 1968 protests than to the students that took to the streets in the 1820s - 1840s. They were experienced street combatants - not “school boys”. Enjolras was a born soldier and leader, not a naive over-reaching dreamer.
Hope that starts to answer your questions - there’s a lot more I could write on the subject. I also have to stress again that it’s heavily dependent on how the libretto is interpreted - I’ve seen Les Mis performed in London, Paris, Melbourne and Sydney, and some of the performances differed almost unrecognisably. I used to drop in and see it often in London, and was transfixed the first time (Enjolras was more on the transcendent Revolutionary Priest end of the spectrum) and horrified the second (Second time Enjolras was swaggering around the stage like he was the Pirate King). I’ve seen an Enjolrai attack the barricade and have a hissy fit when people started dying, and I’ve seen him respond with ineffable dignity. Some Stage Enjolrai can overcome the weaknesses in the libretto, and the need for dramatic staging compromises, and reach back more to the Enjolras Hugo wrote.
As a fanime creator myself, I have witnessed some of my friends not being treated very kindly by people who are either claim to be a ‘fanime fan’, or are just passerbys. I have a simple request - could you be a little more considerate when it comes to either making comments or sending asks? I’m only saying this because like anybody else fanime creators are people. People who have things to deal with in real life like anyone else. Yes, I do know some of you are eager to see fanime episodes be released but they do take time, and sometimes comments/asks like that can really stump one’s progress.
Some people have been rather harsh in their comments/ask even to the point of just being plain rude. To say someone is stealing works is a heavy accusation, and it shouldn’t be used lightly.
A lot of creators appreciate comments/ask and fan art. But please keep in mind that think; whether or not you’d like to receive the said comment/ask when you send it. If not, then consider otherwise.
Okay. I wanna jump in here and say something before it becomes more of a Thing than it already appears to be on my dash (and do please know this comes from a place of affection and concern for overall fandom health, not anger or disdain):
When Zayn returns (this entire post is made under the assumption that he returns, which I do still very much believe will happen), there will be a reflexive urge to be smug and a little brutal about it to people who didn’t believe that would happen. There will be an instinct to kind of rub it in a little.
And I get it. I definitely do. This is a corner of the fandom that has received a lot of shit over everything from Ziam to, y'know, the way we insist on openly discussing the stunty nature of the last two months. We haven’t been treated very kindly by other members of the fandom–but then, I think that at any given point, any part of the fandom could say that and be right. Why? Because Modest set us up to be against each other: Larries and antis, Ziamists and Larries, Mixers and Directioners, that was intentional. And it’s worked for years.
I am asking that we try and avoid indulging in that reflexive smugness and aggression, even preemptively. I know that probably pretty much everyone is like, “Yeah okay, obviously I’m not gonna @ people, but I’ll want to.” And that’s fine! That’s fine to want that on some level. But know that the words you put out there, right now and after Z returns, are the words people will see later. They won’t see the frustration and self-doubt and bullying you’ve experienced, they’ll just see the verbalized desire to see them suffer.
And that’s not going to help anyone. The people who are going to realize, in retrospect, that they maybe made the wrong call, maybe listened to the wrong voices of reason or followed blogs that focused on the wrong (though “different” is really more accurate) things, they’re gonna be experiencing the shock and loss and confusion and heartache and betrayal of their sense of reality that they felt when Zayn left all over again.
They will have to come to terms with the lie this stunt and, by extension, the boys, have told them. They will be hurting. And the same way we hate to be lumped in with the loudest and rudest among our group of fans simply because we also believe in Ziam or that this is a stunt or whatever, it’s absolutely unfair of us to do the same to those fans.
They’re gonna be looking for answers and explanations. The good news? We have those. We’ve been cataloging all the ways this stunt has come about for a while now. The people who will come over later, they’re not looking for an “I told you so” or a “where’s your four almighty now?!” Trust me, they know. You don’t have to rub salt in that wound, and it would be a cruelty to do so. Besides: if you don’t engage with them civilly, who’s to say they won’t disengage with you entirely and take up, for example, the idea that it wasn’t really a stunt and Zayn came back on his own? They’ll be more willing to accept a theory with no evidence, like that one, if it means they don’t have to deal with bad attitudes. Don’t give them an excuse to accept less than the truth simply because you’re angry.
Please don’t allow the pain and frustration a select few have made you feel override your instinct for decency and respect.
Bambam is listing his long list lol. “Short hair, height must be short, teeth must be pretty, eyes must be big, skin must be fair… and…” At this point, the other members are like, “eyyy~~ why so many requirements!!”. Bambam ignores and continues on, “…and also I prefer cute more than pretty.” Yugyeom: “Yah! You were listing out all the ‘pretty’ aspects just now!"
Jr likes the type of girl who’s fashion-conscious. umg he even has a set of clothes he wants to buy for his girlfriend if he had one.
Q: Who in the company are you closest to?
All: 2PM hyungs. MC: Who among 2PM are you closest to? JB: For me, it’s Minjun hyung and Junho hyung. Because Junho hyung was my high school senior so we talk and contact each other a lot. As for Minjun hyung, our personalities are a bit similar, that’s why.
Q: Who do you consider your role model?
Yugyeom: In terms of our team, our role model is 2PM hyungs. There’s a lot to learn from them. They’re very well-mannered, and they treat us very kindly. In terms of performances too, because we’ve seen them do a lot of concerts. We’ve thought many times that we want to become a team like that.