tried something a bit different with this

Bisexual Lance

Fandom has pretty much unanimously decided that Lance is bisexual, but y’know, I don’t often see a lot of bi headcanons for him. So let’s fix that with some of my own~ 

  • The boy knows he’s bi. He 1000% knows this. It’s not a question for him anymore and hasn’t been for a long time.
  • But sometimes, he does question his validity. Like? Maybe he’s just pretending? He has a preference for girls. Loves girls. But every once in a while, he gets a crush on a cute guy with pretty eyes and a nice smile.
  • It’s harder to approach guys tho. Rejection is embarrassing enough. Rejection because you don’t meet their physical requirements is downright humiliating. It’s not a fun place to be. Especially when it means outing yourself at the same time.
  • His family is a bit conservative, being Catholic and all, but they are for the most part supportive of him. Just so long as he’s happy, they are happy. But his mom does talk a lot about marriage and grandkids and he kinda doesn’t want to disappoint her. He thinks his partner might be enough for her to love, but what if it’s not like that at all?
  • Okay but what if he does find Mrs. Blue Lion and has a million kids, what then? Is he not bi anymore? That’s silly, of course he is, but… his family might not see at that way. They might be relieved that he “chose” to be straight, not take his sexuality seriously. As though his years of questioning and doubting and determination to embrace his sexuality despite it all are magically erased once he says “I do”.
  • Sometimes he wonders if his gender preference is due to internalized pressure of a future marriage and conceiving children.
  • Sometimes he tells himself that he’s attracted to who he’s attracted to and it’s just that simple and he shouldn’t worry about it so much.
  • He’s actually not sure which gender he was attracted to first. Possibly girls, but maybe that’s just society again? All he knows for sure is that in middle school in the locker room, something about the older guys excited him in ways that’s different from how girls excite him. He tries not to stare because 1) staring is rude anyway and 2) that’s how you get punched. Why can’t guys have sexy pillow fights at sleepovers or something? Instead, they get gross games like gay chicken.
  • He’s made out with guys before. Mostly while drunk. They don’t kiss much different from girls, and smell a bit more musky than sweet. And it’s a pleasant “fuck you” to anyone who’s told him that he just likes dudes aesthetically. Nah. He wants to smash faces.
  • But makeout sessions have always been for funsies. He’s never dated a guy. Not sure why. Maybe he’s far too shy to commit to another dude. Then again, the number of girls he’s been with is also a very low number. So maybe he’s just not very lucky compared to others when it comes to the opportunity to date.
  • He participates enthusiastically in Bi Pride things on social media, especially if selfies are involved. Most of the time, he gets lots of compliments and it makes him very happy.
  • Now and again, there’s one asshole on his feed who tells him that he’s really just gay. That he’s only pretending to like girls because society tells him to. There are times when he completely brushes it off. But sometimes, shit, what if that asshole’s right? And his confidence shatters and it’s back to square one.
  • It’s worse if he’s with a girl. Like with her with her. And they’re together and he’s happy with her and having fun with her while a little voice in his head whispers how much of a fraud he is. Should he even participate in these things anymore?
  • Luckily though, this exposure to bi-erasure is more online stuff. Then again, he doesn’t really talk about his sexuality that much in the real world. A few of close friends and cousins know, and they have been nothing but supportive so at this point he’s been very lucky with coming out in the real world. That kind of acceptance goes such a long way.
  • Every once in a while he feels guilty for not being with enough guys to validate his sexuality. He firmly reminds himself that nobody questioned his “straightness” when he went for long stretches of time without being with a girl, why should guys be any different? Why does he have to prove anything to anyone?
  • He works hard every day to embrace his sexuality and be confident in who he is. Shiro said it best: “Owning who you are will make you better.” Pidge wasn’t the only one who found validation and influence in those words that day.
  • When he finally gets the confidence to flirt with that cute alien boy and the alien reciprocates, he just kinda happily faints inside and acts like a lovesick dork.

the-hylian-puzzler  asked:

Could we get Shiro reacting to something provocative or flirty from Keith which was meant for Lance. Shiro then freaks out because he knew it all along and tries to do the fatherly advice thing

this might be a teeny bit different from how you described it but i hope it’s ok :p

must…… protect…… b o t h… s o n s …. .. .…… 

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“One of my favorite filmmakers, especially when I was in film school, is Lynne Ramsay. And Lynne’s first few films, she was notorious for blending actors and non-actors in Ratcatcher and Morvern Callar. And she always spoke about the tension that arises where the trained actor cannot rely on old tricks, cannot rely on muscle memory to react to the person they’re in scene with. So it was something I spoke to James [Laxton, the cinematographer] about because we knew our shooting style would be altered a little bit; when you’re working with a non-actor you can’t be as rigorous with some of the technical aspects of the process… We did a lot of work searching for non-actors that we felt like we could trust in scene to give us what we needed as characters not just the people they were. But I didn’t direct them any differently than I did the others. There was something about speaking to Alex Hibbert that was different than speaking to Mahershala Ali. But I tried to use the same voice. Over the course of the project - who was a non-actor, who was an actor - that line became blurred to the point of non-distinction… My direction to a guy like Alex Hibbert, who’s never acted before, who plays Little in the first story was maybe, to be honest, more direct than it was to the actors. Rather than talking about emotions or meaning, I’d talked to Alex about what we needed to do. And then it got to the point where I would start telling him and then he’d be like, “No, no, no, no, no, I got it, I got it Barry.” Just a brilliant kid.”

- Barry Jenkins, on working with non-actors, Masterclass at Rotterdam International Film Festival

it’s Istus from The Adventure Zone! tried doing something different with this one. it’s a bit…Much, but it was fun so whatevs, anyways, I’ve learnt and forgotten how to knit like 4 times and all I know that this is Not how knitting works.

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you’re going to be amazing!  ❤

If you ever meet a girl that LOVES to suck Cock, don't let her go so easily, APPRECIATE/CHERISH her cuz you find a girl like that 1/10 girls. bruh let me tell you how you could tell if she loves to play with that dick

1) She gives you this fuckin cute little smirk before she kisses your cock.

2) She will lick the the tip of your dick and literally make eye contact with you to see how you react

3) She will spit on your dick to make it a bit messier so she could play with it easier

4) She will guide your hands to hair hair so it won’t get in the way while she’s playing with you.

5) She attempts swallow your whole cock (you don’t know how deep you she could go). But she tries to go all the way.

6) She will try different things and basically study you (your reactions) and will remember when you moan to something she did or when you tilt your head back and say ‘oh fuck” “wow” ‘omg” so she can use those at anytime if she wants to. (Kinda like when you play Pokemon and you use the attack that’s supper effective to kill a nigga) 

 7 (Not too many do) she will lick from the tip go downnnnnnn to the family jewels and play with them.

8) Doesn’t mind chocking gagging and being barely able to breathe while playing with it.

 9) Will literally be in a trance at one point just jerking it and starring at your dick mesmerized by it. 

10) Uses her tongue in a circular motion to lick all around the tip

11) Will play with it anytime and anywhere, movie, parks, bathrooms, McDonald’s bathroom, while you’re in Detention and go into the closet

12) You can tell it turns her on, with every minute that passes her technique gets more passionate 13) (Not too many girls are like this) Gets soaking wet just by sucking your dick

fire and persuasion

edan never wanted to go back, she never wanted to step foot on the cobbled terrain or look in the eyes of people who labeled her as a hero. her prophecy was fulfilled, the fates had rested their scissors down and let go of her thread. olympus wasn’t supposed to need her again. 

but it did. 

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and a Long Island Iced Tea | Harry Styles One Shot


So this might be a little different to how the anon had in mind but this premise can get a bit samey sometimes so I tried to do something a little different. I dunno. Hope you like it, I x


You hadn’t slept in nearly three days. You’d managed to eat a couple of slices of toast but the unrelenting nausea made it hard to swallow. You sipped at water but by this point that was the only thing you were living off. Anxiety made your body shake constantly, even when you were busy pinning garments and making alterations your hands shook making the work that came so easily to you, so difficult. The only thing in your mind was how you could make it right, how you could fix the mistake you’d made. You knew you couldn’t, you knew you couldn’t because you’d always feared it being the other way round and when you thought about it and your gut tied itself in knots and you felt sick, you knew it wouldn’t have been able to be fixed. But it was you who had done what you never thought you could.

Three days had passed since the phone call, and now you were waiting in what had become your shared living room, your own flat virtually unlived in on the other side of town, waiting for him to appear. His flight was due in early that morning and as you sipped on black coffee, a bad decision considering you already had the shakes and your mind was working on overdrive, and watched the sunrise you were wondering if he felt as sick as you did.

‘Please tell me I’m not seeing what I think I’m seeing.’ Harry’s voice was monotonous, emotionless as it came down the line. He didn’t even say Hello, let you know how he was. You knew what he was talking about but you were hoping he wouldn’t know yet. You were going to tell him, you wanted to tell him before he found out from someone or somewhere else but you were too late.

‘I’m so sorry Ha-’

‘Fuck Y/N.’ He shouted and you gasped. You shouldn’t have been taken back, he was angry, of course he was angry, he had every right to be but he never shouted at you. You’d seen him get angry at others, seen him shout at others, but frustration with you was always harnessed into something calmer. ‘After everything you put me through about coming out here, you’re the one who actually does it.’ His voice was quieter but you could still hear the anger in it. You’d argued about him going out to LA again. He never seemed to be home much these days, you knew he was busy and it was an important time for his career but you missed him, you were lonely and every time he went to LA something happened, something kicked off and you were the one left at home without a clue what was really going on trying to hold the pieces together.

You’d told him you couldn’t do it anymore, couldn’t sit in London fighting of paparazzi questions and tweets from fans and gossip mongrels whilst he sat back in LA and let it blow over. You knew that wasn’t what he did, if something happened he would call you and comfort you tell you he’d sort it, and he did but that didn’t stop the questions. ‘Have you spoken to Harry?’ ‘He’s cheating on you can’t you see it.’ ‘She’s an idiot to think she could keep him away from the models out there.’ How could you ignore it? He’d promised he’d be working the whole time he was there and he’d be back as soon as it was all sorted, there’d be no time for partying or socialising and it seemed there hadn’t been, but that wasn’t the case for you.

You’d been invited out for a night out with some friends and you decided to go. You’d been working to the death the last few weeks on your collection and you deserved to let your hair down. Apart from anything else it would take your mind of Harry for a while. And it did just that. You didn’t know what you were thinking when you let the young lad, that looked like a brit-pop throwback, who had been dancing too close all night, press his lips onto yours. You pushed him away as soon as you realised what was going on but not before someone in the club had snapped a picture. Within hours it was doing the rounds on social media before you even knew about it, by the time you knew it was too late to do any kind of damage control.

‘Harry please listen to me.’ You were crying now. You were scared of what what you could lose, you couldn’t be without him but it would be your own fault if he decided he couldn’t be with you now and you weren’t sure how to process that. He was silent, that was the only cue you needed. ‘I was lonely, I was missing you, I was st-’

‘You were missing me?’ He laughed in disbelief and you sobbed. ‘Missing me so much, were you missing me while you were kissing him?’ You stayed silent just sobbing. ‘Answer me.’ He screamed.

‘Harry please don’t shout at me.’ You begged, your voice faltering as tears flooded down your face.

‘Stop crying, you have no right to cry, you fucked up I’m the one that should be crying.’ He told you angrily, spitting his words down the phone to you. You knew he was right but you were shaking with the fear of losing him and you couldn’t help but cry. You breathed trying to hold it back. If it would make him tolerate your voice until you could explain, or try to explain, you’d hold the sobs back until you couldn’t breathe.

‘It just happened, he kissed me, I pushed him away and that was it.’ You told him quickly in one breath before you hiccuped. You wish you could see him, you wished he could see you. If he could see how much you hated yourself, how angry you were at yourself, how much you loved him maybe he’d realise.

‘Did you kiss him back?’ He asked quietly. In honesty you couldn’t remember, if it wasn’t for the photos you might not have even remembered the kiss had happened. You wished you could forget but now it was all you could think about. ‘You did didn’t you.’

‘I don’t know.’

‘You don’t know?’ He laughed and you could hear his voice sticking to his mouth. His voice wetter, you knew he was crying now. Maybe he could cope if some random guy had come onto you, he’d seen you dancing on nights out, he knew how attractive you were, and yeah a guy might come onto you. Not when he was there because he wouldn’t leave your side when he was there but on your own, catching you unaware maybe he could get over that. But the thought of you pushing your lips, his lips, into a stranger was too much to bare.

‘Harry I’m sorry, I love-’

‘Don’t.’ He told you and sobbed loudly. ‘I don’t want to speak to you right now I can’t deal with it, I’ll see you when I’m back.’

‘I love you Harry.’ He didn’t reply and the phone line went dead before you could finish. Now you were about to see him. You’d thought about staying in his grey, random donut shop hoodie that you’d been wearing for the last three days but you didn’t know how he’d react so you opted for your hoodie and some jeans. Your uniform for working days. You could really do without this today. You needed to be in the studio, in only five days your first collection would be on the catwalk at London fashion week. You needed to be doing alterations, getting measurements, making sure everything was sorted but the two page long to do list on your desk hadn’t even crept into your mind yet. All you could think about was Harry, all you could think about was how all you wanted was for him to pull you into his arms the way he normally did when he got back from a trip but you knew that wouldn’t happen.

You heard his key in the door and you closed your eyes taking a deep breath. You didn’t move, you didn’t wander out to find him. Tears were already stinging your eyes as you heard him pulling his bags through the door and the door close heavily. It was seconds, but it felt like minutes until he was stood in the living room door looking at you. He looked as tired and weak as you did. The bags under his eyes were heavier and darker than you’d ever known them, and despite having been in LA for two weeks his skin looked pale and matte. The tears that had been stinging your eyes fell down you cheeks at the sight of him and he just shook his head.

‘Say something.’ You begged him, not moving as he took his first few steps into the room but not coming near you.

‘I don’t know what to say Y/N.’ He told you. He was staring straight at you but it felt like it was more straight through you. He didn’t know who you were anymore.

‘Will you let me explain.’ He shrugged and you swallowed hard on nothing, your coffee long since finished. ‘I was drunk, that’s not an excuse but I was, I can’t remember hardly any of the night-’

‘These sound like excuses Y/N.’ He told you looking cocky. That look would either normally turn you on or annoy you but right now it just made you feel even more guilty.

‘They’re not,’ You told him trying to assure him you weren’t excusing you inexcusable behaviour. ‘He’d been moving in on me and Jen all night and we pushed him away but finally I’d had enough and I let him dance with us, he obviously took it the wrong way-’

‘You seem to remember a lot of the night you can hardly remember any off.’ He interrupted again and you sighed. You couldn’t get annoyed at him for taking stabs at you or for interrupting you when you were trying to explain. And apart from anything else he was right.

‘He obviously took it the wrong way and he kissed me.’ You finished, Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head.

‘And you kissed him back.’ He said it like he knew, like he’d seen it himself. You shook your head. ‘That’s what the papers and Twitter is saying.’

‘So you’re going to believe them over me?’ You asked he shrugged, he didn’t seem to care. Perhaps he was over it by now. ‘Harry you know what those people are like, you know the shit they come out with, I’m your girlfriend-’

‘No you’re not.’ Your heart broke in that instant. You were shocked into silence, your voice gone and your heart rate tripling. You wanted to fight back, to question it but you thought you might be sick if you opened your mouth. Harry moved closer to you, you could feel his breath as he pulled your face up to look at him. ‘I trusted my girlfriend with everything, I loved her with everything I am, I’d have gone to the ends of the earth for her, she’d have done the same for me.’ Your tears were falling fast and hard, blurring your vision so you could hardly make him out. ‘I don’t know who you are.’ He spat before dropping your face and walking away from you toward the stairs.

‘I’m going for a shower, I want you out by the time I’m done.’ You went to chase him, protest, he was already half way up the stairs by the time you got to the bottom and called his name. ‘I said I want you out Y/N, I don’t want you here right now.’

You sat at the bar on the other side of town from where you’d been three hours ago, waiting. Three hours ago you’d just finished your first show at London fashion week. For most it probably got lost amongst all the other, bigger, well attended shows, but for you it was the biggest deal, made bigger by Harry’s presence. He’d promised he’d be there, of course he’d promised before you’d betrayed his trust, you should have known he wouldn’t break that promise. Harry Styles was many things but he never went back on his word. You should have known that. He sat in the front row with other mutual friends of yours looking better in a shirt from your collection than the model who was wearing it. It certainly hadn’t gone unnoticed by you, but it also hadn’t gone unnoticed by the journalists and paparazzi outside either. He’d told them he didn’t want to talk about your relationship but they couldn’t help themselves.

‘That’s one of Y/N’s pieces you’re wearing, isn’t that comment enough?’ One of them asked, Harry chuckled and rolled his eyes. You knew the sort of questions they would ask in the current climate, he knew too, you didn’t know why he stopped. You wished he hadn’t, you didn’t want to hear his potential answers, you didn’t want to hear the questions that were on everyone’s lips, yours included. But there were for you to ask, no one else.

‘Look, she’s a good designer I’m here to see the show, shall we leave it at that?’ Harry said before walking away. You saw the video on Twitter, there were the usual nasty comments alongside it and you’d been tagged in some of them but you ignored them all, just watched the video and closed the app. You were there to do your job, you were good at your job, you focused on that.

You caught his eye as you walked down the catwalk at the end of the show to a wildly loud applause. He was smiling,standing with your friends to applaud you and he even gave you a wink. You wished he hadn’t, it confused you even more than it comforted you. Once you returned back up the catwalk he was holding his phone up in front of his face and you felt a little less comforted. He didn’t care as much as he once would have done. It was that, that ensured you didn’t feel good about the meeting he’d proposed, the text coming through to your phone as you were taking garments from models.

Can we meet at the bar later?

It was vague but you knew where he meant.

Sure, I’ll be a couple of hours here so 7ish ok?

See you then

Those few hours passed too slowly. You were confident of what he was going to say, which way it was going to go. He wasn’t going to forgive you, he couldn’t. How could he trust you? If he couldn’t trust you what kind of relationship did you have? You knew it, you could feel it in your stomach but you just wanted to hear it. You wanted to see him, see if anything could be salvaged even if it was just the shadow of a friendship. The wink he’d given you, the proud smile on his face as you walked down the catwalk after your models, made you think that maybe.

It was all whirling around your head in a mess of thoughts as you sat at the bar, Long Island iced tea in hand. You moved it around on the bar, spinning it in your fingers occasionally taking a sip as you mulled your situation over and tried to put yourself in Harry’s shoes. You couldn’t though. He’d never done anything like this to you and you knew he never would. Your drink was half finished when Harry arrived. His hand on your back made you aware of your presence. You smiled weakly as he sat on the stood next to you leaning it to kiss your cheek politely, always polite. The bar man wandered over before anything other than ‘Hi, how are you?’ Could be said.

‘Can I just get,’ He hesitated thinking about it. ‘Ah screw it can I get a daiquiri and another Long Island Iced Tea.’ He didn’t even have to ask, he knew what you’d be drinking in here. Best Long Island Iced Tea in town he’d told you the first time he met you in this bar. He had no idea what he was talking about, and it certainly wasn’t the best Long Island Iced Tea you’d had in London but you couldn’t order anything else. ‘How was your afternoon?’ He asked turning to you, it seemed like a normal conversation wa going to ensure but you knew, not only because it was obvious, but because of the way he was playing with his lips that he was just waiting for his drink to arrive so you’d be undisturbed until he broached the subject.

‘Not bad ta you?’ You asked taking a sip of his drink, he nodded and shrugged. He was wearing exactly the same clothes as he had been earlier. Black jeans, of course, your white silk shirt, black leather boots and the black woolen trench style coat you’d bought him. ‘Where’s everyone else?’ You asked, you knew.

‘Gone for drinks you know that.’ You did know that, that was the plan for after the show. You were all going to go for celebratory drinks before a night on the town but things had changed and Harry was more important.

‘This is more important.’ You told him and he agreed with a nod as the barman bought your drinks over. Harry thanked him and took a sip of the pale yellow cocktail.

‘Collection looked great by the way Y/N.’ He told you with a smile and you thanked him nervously. ‘Got my eyes on a few things.’ He told you cheekily and you chuckled lightly through your straw as you slurped the last mouthful of your cocktail.

‘Well you get friends and family discount, and that’s not a bribe.’ You joked but regretted it instantly. ‘Sorry that was inappropriate.’ You looked down at the bar pulling the second drink closer and pushing the finished one away.

‘Don’t be silly it’s fine.’ He smiled placing his hand on your thigh. You sighed and tried to ignore the contact, you didn’t know what it meant and you were scared to ask. You’d missed it though, his hands on your, his arms around you, his lips. The small touch was enough for now, it was more than you expected and you’d take what you could get.

‘I’m so sorry Harry, I wish-’ You began but he interrupted you and took your hand, turning you in your stool so you faced him.

‘I don’t want to talk about it.’ He told you and you looked at him confused and slightly panicked. If he wouldn’t even hear you out you stood no chance. You thought he’d wanted to meet so you could talk but perhaps he’d already made his mind up, perhaps it was already over for him and there was no going back. ‘It was all a bit much at first and I didn’t handle it very well.’ You went to interrupt him, tell him he handled it better than you probably would have, that his reaction was more than understandable. ‘You were right, I should have trusted you over what everyone was saying and I do really it just took me a while to realise.’ You nodded taking it in. ‘I don’t want you to explain it, I don’t want to hear it, I don’t want you to apologise, I just want to forget it and move on.’ You thought you were going to cry from overwhelming happiness this was going in the complete opposite direction to that you’d thought and prepared for.

‘Harry.’ You gushed. ‘Are you sure, I mean I’d understand if you never wanted to see me again.’ You told him and he laughed.

‘Y/N you’re being ridiculous.’ He told you, your brow furrowed instinctively not quite believing what you were hearing. ‘A drunk guy in a club kissed you, you pushed him away, I mean I’m not happy about it but I’m not going to lose you over it.’ You laughed in disbelief and joy. ‘Let’s just be glad I wasn’t there or you might have been about to become a regular visitor at the local prison.’ You laughed again but this time with humour, everything felt right now and your hand in his didn’t feel like an intrusion. ‘I love you, let’s not something like this happen again.’ You nodded and leaned in to kiss him, savouring every second of his lips on yours. ‘I was thinking, you need to talk to your landlord about your flat.’ You nodded in agreement as conversation flowed in a way it might have done when he’d first arrived back from LA five days earlier, it was like the last week was erased and you couldn’t have been more grateful. ‘Also I’ve got a friend in LA who wants to look at your collection.’ Your eyes went wide and Harry laughed at your reaction.

‘Are you serious?’ London was one thing but the states was another. Harry nodded at you still chuckling.

‘She couldn’t get enough of this shirt and when I told you it was your design she asked if there was more.’ You laughed. You knew Harry Styles walking around in clothes you’d designed could only be a good thing but you’d never imaged it could be that good.

‘Oh my god Harry, thank you.’ You practically leaped off the chair and into his arms. ‘Thank you.’ You said quietly, comforted by his body so close to yours again his arms wrapped around you.

‘You don’t have to thank me, I’ve got nothing to do with you abundance of talent.’ He told you to which you giggled as you pulled back from him a little pressing another, single kiss against his lips. ‘Shall we go find the others?’ You nodded Harry downing the last of his drink before standing from his stool and taking your hand leading you out the door.

The next morning you wake up, naked in Harry’s bed. The smell of his sheets engulfing you. Harry’s side of the bed is empty but the sound of the coffee machine whirring downstairs and the smell of sweet, blueberry pancakes tells you he’s downstairs sorting the normal Saturday breakfast. You pull the heavy duvet in closer for a few seconds, enjoying his sheets alone for a little longer while you check your phone. You pull the charger out of it and the screen illuminates with notifications. Texts of congratulations, a couple of emails and a retweets but one twitter mention that catches your eye.

‘@Harry_Styles mentioned you in a Tweet!’

You unlock your phone slightly confused. It takes a few minutes to load but when it does you could cry. A photo of you walking back up the catwalk the previous day after your show. You’d worn a navy pant suit but lost the jacket earlier in the morning in the mess so you had the tailored trousers on, a black high neck top, the sleeves rolled up to your elbows and your everyday silver bracelets and rings glittering. Your hair was tied in a loose bun at the nape of your neck and the bright red lipstick you’d decided on to make you look a little more alive stood out. You had a smile on your face, a smile of relief but also a smile of dread as you saw Harry, phone in hand ceasing to smile and clap you. Now it made sense.

‘My gorgeous girlfriend doing me proud as she does everyday with you to the end. H x’ You felt the tears stinging in your eyes. It looked like it was directed to you, it was your twitter handle in the tweet but you knew it was a message to the world and everyone who continued to feel the need to ask questions and talk about your relationship like they had a clue about it. You took a deep breath and liked the tweet so he knew you’d seen it before swinging your legs out of the bed and searching for the donut hoodie that you couldn’t wait to put back on.

Doodle ideas 1 - plants

Remember when I asked you what should I do with the remaining pages of my bujo? Well, the most suggested thing was to do some doodle ideas, which I did, yaay :D. Now I know a lot of people have done these, @studypetals has series of these, @studywithinspo has done some great ones too (he even has videos on how to do doodles!)… but here I am anyway :D. To do something a bit different, I tried to draw them all in one theme. So here’s various flora, all I could think of :D. I had fun making these and I still have a lot of pages left in my journal, so if you have any suggestions, feel free to let me know! :)

Spiderboy And The Invisible Girl

Pairing: Peter Parker x Inhuman!reader

Summary: You’re the invisible Avenger, both figuratively and literally, as an accident when you were a little kid caused you to gain the power to turn invisible. Even when you’re not invisible you manage to blend in, until Peter Parker joins the team.

Warnings: Language (goddammit Tony)

A/N: Tagging @skymundane477@takenbymyfandoms​ and @pattypotterpevensie​ bc I know you guys love Peter as much as I do xx

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ACOTAR domestic headcanons

Ok here’s a list of domestic Nessian and Feysand headcanons because Sarah and I have spent like an hour just shooting headcanons back and forth and we’re both dead with feels at this point. Okay so just imagine:

- Feyre yelling at Rhys for leaving his socks on the floor and the cap off the toothpaste

-  Nesta bitching at Cassian every time he leaves shit laying around. “So you can command the night courts armies but you can’t be bothered to mow the lawn.”

-  Rhys and Feyre fighting about what movie to see. He wants to watch The Notebook for the 100th time. Because Feyre darling if she’s a bird he’s a bird. And Feyre just eye rolling for days. Rhys would totally watch the notebook and make love eyes at Feyre throughout the whole thing and recite every memorable quote to her

-  Nessian arguing about the heating because Nesta’s cold all the time and always has freezing hands and feet and would need the heating to be on high and Cassian would forever be a living breathing furnace and would keep wearing progressively less clothes and sweating his bat ass off as she turns the heating on higher

-  Cassian would get up in Nesta’s face too. “I train warriors all day and come home and cook dinner the least you could do is dry the damn dishes.”

- Cassian being quite tidy because of the discipline he’s had to learn while being in the illyrian camps and nesta being a bit messy and leaving stuff lying around because she’s had people cleaning up after her

- we all know Cassian would definitely cook every night because Nesta is probably able to burn water. He’d come back to the house half burnt down and she’d just scowl at him like it’s his fault she tried to cook.

-  Cassian never having lived with a woman forgetting to put the seat down.

-  Nesta would be a total disaster around the house though. She would learn how to do different chores but cooking would always be something she just can’t crack and she would just let him do it. But just imagine Cassian who’s had to do all this all his life teaching her how to do the laundry and how to properly keep a fire burning in the fireplace because she’s never done that stuff around the house before and she would get frustrated that she’s getting everything wrong and she would feel bad because she’d realise how difficult all of that is and how she’d always let Feyre do it before and he would just tease her to make her snap out of it like ‘the spoiled princess couldn’t get her nails dirty could she?’

-  The laundry she’d be constantly doing because they only ever seem to wear leather.

-  Azriel would just be telling Cassian everything Nesta destroys while he’s away. I hope you didn’t love that shirt because she shrank it. Good news she learned to make spaghetti. Bad news you need a new pot. Az and Amren would have little get togethers sharing secrets but they’d both act like they’re not gossiping cause they’re too cool to enjoy gossip but they’re actually living for the drama

-  imagine Nesta trying to surprise Cass with food when she accepts the mating bond and maybe she wants to make a big thing and she tries to cook or bake something and it’s just this massive fail and she’s close to tears and he’s so moved that he just takes a bite of the thing and eats it with a straight face and she’s hopeful that maybe it’s not that bad like ‘how is it?’ and cass just deadpans ‘absolutely horrible, sweetheart’ but he swallows it anyway

-  And it will be his favorite food too because she asked Rhys. He’ll spend the first week of their mating bond having food poisoning.  He just shows up at the camp looking like he’s been through the war. Rhys will be like haha you must have been busy. Cassian just stares out and says I have food poisoning. She tried so hard to cook I couldn’t not eat it.

-  Elain would be like make him a flower crown Lucien loves it when I do that. He’s an army commander Elain I can’t just make him a flower crown. Nesta later: Umm here Elain helped me make this for you. He’d just look at it like it’s wonderful because she tried but has no idea what to do with it.

- So imagine Nesta Grumpypants Archeron with a mess of a flowercrown where half of the flowers are actually weeds but Elain’s too nice to say anything to her and Nesta just shoves it towards Cass and mumbles ‘hereyougoimadeyouathing’ and when he doesn’t answer immediabtely she’s just like ‘itsstupiditwaselainsideayoucanjustthrowitaway’.  And Cass would put it on just to find out there’s poison ivy or something in it. (ps if anyone wants to draw this, you would make @spelt09 very happy)

-  when they finally have sex Nesta’s going to be super freaked out. He’s gonna have to talk her through it. Constantly asking if she’s okay and if he’s hurting her. i’m always down for kinky nesta but her first time she would probably be freaked out of her mind and i can almost imagine her bracing herself and being like 'just do it’ and cass is like 'sweetheart it doesn’t have to be like that’ and just takes it slow and kisses her and maybe gives her a massage until she relaxes and is extra careful to her every reaction

- Nesta probably doesn’t really get how to flirt without attacking it’s never something she’s had to deal with and she doesn’t like / know how to be vulnerable and actually say nice things to him . The moment they go out in Velaris and girls start hitting on him she’ll probably start mentally comparing herself to them and be insecure.

- Cass is probably the rose petals, candles, and mood music kinda guy just to break the ice and give her something to laugh about. He’s definitely got 'moves’ that he uses just to get into girls’ pants (picture Ryan Gosling in Crazy, Stupid, Love he totally does the Dirty Dancing lift on bar hookups and him in a man bun humming along to Time of My Life) but when it’s someone he actually cares about he’d be so romantic 

Valentine's Day OverWatch Imagines

(This involves Genji, McCree, Hanzo, Reaper, Solider 76, Junkrat, Roadhog, Reinhardt, Lúcio, and Zenyatta)

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Genji:

•He goes out of his way to use his ninja skills to surprise you with quick kisses and small little candies

•He sneaks up on you, and pops into rooms, stealing a quick kiss, leaving his s/o flustered and speechless.

•Those events lead up to a big romantic dinner that Zenyatta helped Genji put together.

•Genji pulled out all the stops, three coarse meal, roses, chocolate, and of course a present for his adorable s/o.

•He bought is s/o a beautiful necklace with a emerald dragon charm.

McCree:

•McCree used really corny pick up lines on his s/o, making them laugh uncontrollably.

•He’s constantly hitting on his s/o, calling you “darlin’” every chance he gets.

•McCree takes their s/o to a very nice restaurant, and treats them to a very romantic dinner.

•He then takes their s/o out to the movies to watch that really bad romcom, but he just makes out with his s/o instead of watching.

Hanzo:

•He isn’t very emotional person, but he tries a bit harder.

•Hanzo wants to have a special night in with his s/o, and sets up his room at the base with candles and sakura peddles.

•It was a night full of romance and delicious Japanese food made by Hanzo himself. He made it with extra love just for his s/o.

•Hanzo then did something pretty far from his normal personality, he snuggled his s/o. He snuggled his s/o all night. And it was perfect.

Reaper:

•Despite being the really emo and edge-lord he normally is, today he was completely different. Well only for his s/o.

•He insisted he do EVERYTHING for his s/o, including making breakfast, lunch, and dinner. And he is an extremely good chef.

•Dinner is extra special, and romantic. Reaper covered the table with rose peddles, and even played violin music.

•After dinner, Reaper has a special bubble bath for him and his s/o, and it’s nothing short of completely romantic.

Soldier 76:

•Soldier 76 may be a little gruff, but he knows how to kick up the romance. He happily spoils his s/o all day.

•All his attention is on his s/o. No one else.

•He treats his s/o out to a movie and dinner, which he lets his s/o pick the movie.

•At the end of the night, he tops it off with a diamond necklace for his s/o.

Junkrat:

•Not really a romantic, but more of a very passionate lover. An EXPLOSIVE lover.

•Knows how much his s/o likes bath bombs from Lush, and buys a bunch for his s/o. (He makes a few too, but those aren’t really… safe)

•Junkrat takes his s/o to their favorite cafe to grab some Boba Tea, and snack on some little cakes and such. It’s a secret, but Junkrat does love his Boba Tea and sweets.

•He rushes his s/o home so he can have an all out cuddle fest!

Roadhog:

•He bought a bunch of plushies and sweets for his s/o, since he knows how much he and his s/I LOVE adorable things.

•Roadhog makes breakfast in bed for his s/o, which he made 100% with love.

•Creates the perfect movie night, with tons of blankets and pillows, and snacks all around. It’s the perfect way to spend the night with his s/o.

•Lets his s/o snuggle up on his belly, as they fall asleep. He loves to watch his s/o peacefully sleep.

Reinhardt:

•Extremely excited to spend all day with his lovely s/o. And when he says all day, he means all day.

•He spoils his s/o rotten. Making sure they don’t have to lift a finger all day. Including carrying them all around their house.

•Buys his s/o amazing German chocolate, which he really did get from Germany. And damn was it yummy.

•Feeds his s/o chocolate while they enjoy talking to one another about little things, just enjoying each other’s company.

Lúcio:

•Makes a special mixtape for his s/o of all original songs that he wrote just for them.

•Plays another sexy music mix, and sets up a very romantic breakfast for his s/o. He sets the mood perfectly.

•After the very romantic breakfast, Lúcio takes his s/o to his Valentine’s Concert, and then surprises his s/o by taking them up on stage and serenade them.

•After the concert, he takes his s/o to a five star hotel, and rents out their biggest sweet, so they can have a rooftop view as they snuggle in the hot tub.

Zenyatta:

•Never really understood the holiday, but was happy to celebrate it for his s/o.

•He attempts to be romantic, but just ends up being adorable in every way, making his s/o giggle and cuddle their omnic lover.

•Tries to use cheesy pick up lines that Genji told him to say, making his s/o laugh a lot then kiss his metal forehead.

•Cuddles all night with his s/o, enjoying making them happy on this human holiday of love.

Interesting science observation in Digimon Adventure Tri

So I’m a science nerd and I’m watching Digimon Adventure Tri, having a great time, feeling like a kid again, all is right with the world. But then I notice a detail, a teeny tiny detail that there’s a chance the creators didn’t even intend to be analyzed like this. But that’s not how my brain works, so my ticker clocks into overdrive over the long term ramifications in the Digimon franchise of the simple existence of a 2 in a place you wouldn’t even know there isn’t even supposed to be one.

Allow me to explain.

All of our computer and electronic signals can be broken down into a language called binary, which is comprised of the ever popular digital ones and zeros. See, inside of your computer is a series of circuits and paths for electrons to follow through and the presence or absence of these electrons forms the basis for computational processes. Binary is called binary because any given bit can only exist in one of two states; there is an electron present or there is not, a 1 or a 0. These individual 1′s and 0′s, these electrons and lack of electrons, are all programming is. There are other languages built up for higher processes, such as hexadecimal (base 16 instead of base 2 for binary), but even that gets broken down into binary for the sake of data transmission and calculations. The ultimate point here is all computer programs are ultimately made of 1′s and 0′s. No shocker there.

So enter Digimon Adventure Tri. The premise of the entire Digimon franchise is that Digimon, and the Digital World they come from, are solid living digital lifeforms made of computer code. Various iterations of the franchise even directly refer to the 1′s and 0′s that Digimon are made of. But a small detail in Tri changes things slightly. Go back and watch the scenes where the Digimon digivolve. During the animation you briefly see their code exposed and running across their bodies before the process is compete. Below is a freezeframe from the scene that plays when Agumon digivolves into Greymon.

Ok, nothing we haven’t seen before in this franchise, Tamers had a similar sequence, got your 0′s and your 1′s and-wait a sec…is that a…

2? A 2? Why a 2? Oh there’s another 2, oh there’s more 2′s, WHY ARE THERE 2′S?!

This, my friends, is not binary. This is a base 3 coding language called trinary, which doesn’t really exist. I’m sure someone in this world has tried coding in base 3, but with the way our electronics work, that code would still be broken down into binary for the device to function and to communicate with other devices. But what this means for Digimon is that the Digimon themselves are coded in trinary and not binary.

And…that actually explains a few things. One, it gels nicely with the fact that this is Digimon Adventure TRI, so that’s likely the reason it was thrown in there by the creative team. It also forms a nice parallel to the rock-paper- scissors nature of Digimon, in that every Digimon is either a Data, Vaccine, or Virus type and they have a rock-paper-scissors weakness cycle in that order. Each bit a Digimon is made of can be in one of three states (a 0, a 1, or a 2) just like each Digimon is one of the three types.

But I think there’s more to it than that other than these meta reasons. Throughout the Digimon shows it’s been demonstrated that Digimon themselves interfere with electronic devices; TVs, cell phones, etc get all fuzzy and don’t work right when a Digimon gets near them or travels through their cyberspace. This could be because when the devices either read that Digimon’s code or some sort of digital aura that they give off, it starts screwing up because it literally cannot read their trinary data. They read the 0′s and 1′s just fine, but once that third state shows up they are not physically equipped to handle that and they spazz out.

I also think this might be the thing that makes Digimon special and not just like any other AI. Not only are Digimon physically solid and alive, they also are able to form unique connections with human beings and gain power and energy through those connections. This weird unknown third bit type could be the missing link that makes Digimon different to IBM Watson or an actual Tamagotchi, what gives the Digital World the ability to be such a wondrous place.

So that’s me overanalyzing a background detail, I hope you all learned something. Have a great day!