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anonymous asked:

Do you know anywhere that sells tank tops that aren't that revealing? I have a GC2B binder and while it's great, the head hole is pretty small so you can see it on my shoulders under my shirt, and tank-tops' underarm bit tend to be big enough to see the binder through so it's hard to find good summer shirts :/

Try going for athletic cut tank tops which have smaller necklines. I also know that the vans store has tank tops that work with my binder! 

- Micheal 

  • Link: Okay I'm about to go take back Vah Ruta-
  • Sidon: I BELIEVE in you Link😎👍🏻 Don't 🙅‍♂️ ever stop! ❌ You're the BEST✨😍 Save Hyrule⛰☄️ Save Zora's Domain🐠🐟 GO😤 till you regain Vah Ruta!🐘💫 Long live King Dorephan👑 R.i.p. Mipha🙏😩
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I just wanted to post these here to show you people what I’m working on for my master’s project: redesigning superheroes. These here are the body templates I used for these 6 DC ladies. The idea I was working on was to try to do varied athletic bodies, based on their abilities and personalities. 

I already shared the Vixen outfit I made for this and I will post the rest of them when I’m done with all the school stuff.

Thankful I had these beautiful people with me while I completed another trip around the sun.

And as always, thank you to 4 wonderful boys for being the catalysts of these amazing friendships. My life wouldn’t be as fun if it wasn’t for you.

@carmanda-yaegus @reblet @adultfansofonedirection

Thank you Running Man

Today, same as Wednesday, is not a good day. I woke up, read the news and well….Running man, my favorite show for like 7 years is going to be cancelled. Honestly, I preferred that over Kang Ho Dong joining. I’m not really fond of him, you see, but somehow deep down I didn’t want Running Man to end ever. After family outing was over, it was a bit empty, I kept on looking for similar shows, but none caught my eye and suddenly RM started, I would come home Monday thinking about the new Running Man episode. My mondays were never boring, because of Running Man and to see that suddenly it’s gonna stop, it breaks my heart. But the only thing I can do is to thank all the cast and the staff for these amazing years of laughter.


Thank you Yoo Jae Suk for being who you are. An awesome MC, a jokester, Yoo hyuk, Grasshopper, for your rivalry with Jong kook which was always funny, for your “outburst” with Haha and Kwangsoo, for being Ji suk jin’s sunflower, for your finger hearts or however is named, an overall honest person. You are one of the reasons why I started watching RM. Coming from Family outing and already knowing you was like a plus and you grew on me. I now know why people call you Yooneunim. Sincerely thank you.



Thank you Kim Joog Kook for being the Tiger and Mr. Capable. I also knew you from Family outing but man, you started to be more talkative with some time XD. Thanks for being the capable one, the scary chaser XD, the guy who would glare to his hyungs with no problem, the hyung with the kids who would get scolded every now and the, for being Coach kim and try to teach athletes how to do their jobs, for being the muscle guy and more.



Thank you Song Ji hyo for being the kind of actress who is not afraid to get dirty just because she has an image to maintain as other actresses or idols. Thanks for being a woman who can stand its own against all the males in the cast, let’s all remember one of the latest episodes where they had to piggyback the girls and neither Gary nor Kwang soo could move because Jihyo would squeeze them (I was cracking up,for real) ; thanks for being Meong ji, the girl who can fall sleep almost anywhere, worth mentioning the Jenga tower. Thanks for being part of one of the longest love-line out there, the monday couple, thanks for being part of the candy alliance, the kwang-mong siblings that I seriously love, the song-song couple, spartace and so on. Thanks for being such an ace.


Thank you Kang Gary for being Gary-ssi and Random Mr, Capable. When you appear for the first time…I didn’t know who you were, I just didn’t know about Leesang or the hip-hop scene in south korea but by far, I could tell you would fit well in the show. You always had the most normal and humane reactions ever, your speech with -seumdwa was always something that I don’t know why, it made me smil. Thank you for being oblivious Gary, peaceful Gary, Random Mr. Capable, part of the monday couple that most people love. Thank you for being the amazing person you are.



Thank you HaHa for being the kid of the show, for being the schemer and cool person that you are. I already knew you from Infinite Challenge and although the characters on both shows are similar, they are not the same. I could always tell Haha is a smart cookie. He’s clever and witty and I have always laughed whenever he got annoyed either by Yoo Jae suk, Ji hyo or the guests. Also, thank you for being the “dongsaeng” to “uri hyung”, Time controller, Haroro, Haha the playboy or the kid who wants to be the villain. And as your stage name, thank you for the laughs.


Thank you Ji suk Jin for being the old ambitious guy of the show. At first, I admit that I didn’t like him, I always felt he was annoying and was craving for attention but as time passed by, well, I saw he was trying to be funny and honestly for a person his age, it must’ve been difficult to be running around with no problem. Thank you for being the race starter, the impala, Jaesuk’s sunflower, the only cast member who always was ready to face the female guests with no problem, the old guy with the cheesy lines. Thank you for being in the traitors club with Kwang Soo and in particular, thank you for being Wangko ahahahha


Thank you Lee kwang soo. What can I say about him? Similar to Ji suk jin, at first I didn’t like him, the whole framing and betraying simply wasn’t my style but over the time, his character gew on me. He is like a gem for the variety show scene of south korea and an awesome actor too. Thank you for being the giraffe, framer Kwangsoo, avatar Kwangsoo, traitor Kwangsoo,kwangtoad,  unlucky Kwangsoo and a million of other nicknames. Thank you Kwangsoo for being the gem that the show needed.

Last but not least. Thank you Joong Ki. When running man started I was relatively new to dramas so I didn’t know what types of drama he starred in, but guys, he’s such a good actor. You all know him now because of Descendants of the Sun, but what made say that he is an awesome actor, was the movie “a werewolf boy”. Honestly, he was the flower boy of the bunch, I always loved how he seemed so close with everyone. Thank you for being active Joong Ki and the guy who cannot draw well. Thank you for the time you spent with Running man and all of us until you parted ways.



Special thanks to Kwon Ryeol VJ, Dong wan FD and Lizzy. These guys were always such a laugh. I was planning to write more, but I’m started to tear up and my heart feels so heavy


Running Man family, you’ve worked hard. Thank you for all the laughter these 7 years. You will always be in our hearts.


anonymous asked:

omg can i request headcanons of prince Sidon trying to pursue his crush. His crush doesn't understand zora courting techniques and thinks he is just being nice lollll. Like he'll bring them fish he caught or show off his athletic abilities

Trying to woo his crush

-Goes about it the only way he knows how to
-Crush can expect to wake up to a pile of various fish waiting outside their door
-Somebody please tell him that giving his crush a fish isn’t going to work
-Starts showing off a little more
-Backflips out of waterfalls, inviting them to watch him perfect a new swimming technique
-Honestly thinks his crush is playing ‘hard to get’
-He doesn’t understand why his crush isn’t reacting and just keeps trying until one of the elder zora tells him that’s not how it works

isak: baby, we can’t keep living on melted chocolate and whipped cream alone, we’re adults now

even: but those are the most fun eating off of each other’s bodies

isak: we should work out! you know… so we can try more athletic things…

even: isak valtersen, do you mean to imply i’m not strong enough to hold you up against a door?

isak: even, you totally dropped me the other day!

even: that’s bc my hands were still frozen from trying to de-freeze the fridge

isak: right. well, what do you say? should we get a gym membership together? eva told me about this great place nearby. sana’s brother goes there apparently. it’s called tøyen fitness & trenningssenter

even: uh, i can’t go to a gym bc…. bc…. i hurt my back lifting you, ok? and you can’t go bc i need someone to rub my back and feed me sweets to fully recover

isak: are you lying to me rn?

even: … yes? will you hate me if i say i’m too lazy to go to a gym?

isak: i could never hate you

even: even if i never get any proper muscles?

isak: even then. i don’t think i could fall asleep without your bony parts poking me

even: i think you’re confusing those bony parts but i’ll be happy to poke you any time

isak: i thought you’ve hurt your back?

even: ….

Aaron’s Top 7: Attractive Animated Males

I’m not a fan male designs in animation. At least, not in the way I’m going to be judging them in today’s list.

Originally posted by none-tadashi-left-hiro

Previously, I did a top 7 list of attractive female characters. The problem I had with that one was selecting characters based on personality over design with cosmetics being an aesthetic factor. With this list, the issue is reversed.

When you think of a male anime character, you think of a slim guy with slumped shoulders and a soft face. Any character that’s ‘masculine’ is often to an extreme to show how muscular they are. The point is that they look ‘pretty’. Just about 70% of male characters in anime can easily be redrawn as a girl. 

Which brings me to my issue with male characters in western cartoons. I can look at them and immediately tell who the protagonist is. You’re the comic relief. You’re the wise old mentor. You’re the token black character. Either that, or they’re animals. I like Stan Pines from Gravity Falls because they put a spin on the grumpy old man trope making him a greedy conman who doesn’t stop conning people as the show goes on. But design wise, I see him and go, ‘you’re the grump with a big heart’. And before you ask, no, that old dust buckle is nowhere near this list.    

I just became numb to designs of a lot of male characters since there’s so many men outnumbering females in media. I don’t really think about which one stands out. I’m just seeing how the character develops in the show. 

‘Nerd who wants to prove himself and has some sort of famous/prestigious family/background’. Let me guess, you just named 20 male characters in your head didn’t you? So why am I doing this list? Well, here are some characters who have a design that I found interesting with personalities to match. 

Same rules as the women’s list: 

Character comes before design. 

No villains/antagonist. 

Characters must be 18+.

It’s my list so if your hubby isn’t here…too damn bad.

Originally posted by insane-addiction

Guys Gals & Non-Binary pals, this is Animated Aaron’s Top 7 Attractive Animated Male Characters.

Honorable Mentions:

Originally posted by christopher-reeve

John Stewart/Green Lantern-Justice League; Justice League Unlimited 

Originally posted by goku-z

Scar-FMA (Franchise) 

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Originally posted by vgeta

 Goku-DBZ

He’s a fucking idiot. Know that you know why he’s at the bottom, he’s actually got one of the most unique designs in anime. As I said before, anime men are fucking twigs with slumped shoulders.

Goku is actually muscular in a way that isn’t comical like in most cartoons. He’s build like an Adonis, true, but he’s still very close to how a real human would look opposed to the over the top shit in stuff like ‘JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure’ or ‘Kenichi-The Mightiest Disciple’.

That being said, everyone tries to emulate the character. A big/powerful guy who’s as gentle as a bird and believes in the good of others while holding his ground for his beliefs. I’d like him a lot better if this dynamic didn’t create so many clones of the guy. Naruto, Luffy (One Piece), Gon Freecss (Hunter x Hunter), ect.  

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Originally posted by leeminlimer

Spike Spiegel-Cowboy Bebop 

Alright. So while Goku is built like a brick house, Spike here is more on the slim side. Most men in anime don’t look like their balls have dropped despite being ‘martial arts experts’. Spike isn’t stacked but the few scenes where he’s shirtless prove that he’s got some meat. Again, he’s more how someone would realistically look given his fighting style. He’s quick on his feet and loose with his punches. He’s actively trying to wear the person down but knows where to hit them for a k.o if he’s in a hurry. 

He’s cocky but doesn’t go around bragging about his skills like most protagonist. Rash and impulsive but isn’t hyperactive. He’s just a cool dude with a checkered past. If the situation gets the best of him, he’ll let his wounds heal and go at it again. If there’s money involved that is. 

Whatever happens, happens.  

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Originally posted by diolazuli

Takashi Shirogane-Voltron LD

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Beta Children Headcanons

-A lot of Betas develop anxiety or inferiority complexes at a young age

-A Beta child having a crush on an Omega and being made fun of by Alpha children because “an Omega would never like a Beta that way”

-Beta children studying nonstop to try to be as smart as an Omega, or straining themselves during sports to try and be as athletic as an Alpha

-Beta children absolutely love visiting their Omega friends homes because they love playing and cuddling in their nests with them

-Omega parents being extra sweet towards Beta children because they can always pick up on how tense they get

-Beta only schools to help children feel less pressured to be something that they aren’t

-Betas being very protective of their Omega friends when they are older, but when they are younger it will often be the Omegas defending their Beta friends from the teasing of Alphas, because the Alphas know better than to upset an Omega

-In school or in play groups Betas are either swept up with the Alpha children or the Omega children but it’s rare for a cluster of only Beta children to be playing together

-A lot of Beta and Alpha children don’t get along well because the Betas dislike the arrogant attitudes that the Alphas often have and the Alphas are just jealous of how easily the Betas can befriend Omegas

-A Beta child getting into their parents makeup with their Omega friend and making an absolute mess but being so pleased with themselves for making each other so “pretty” but really they look so ridiculous that their parents are too busy laughing to actually scold them

It comes in threes - round 4

Authors note: sorry this is long, what I originally wrote for this Round got moved to the very last Round of the story, and I decided to try my best to incorporate the ideas requested by a few readers. The next round, (round 5), will more than likely be the last addition I write for the boxing AU. Unless of course I come up with a striking idea to extend the writing. I hope you guys enjoy this update. Xx
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Round 1
http://imagine-that-one-thing.tumblr.com/post/156567115971/round-one-float-like-a-butterfly

Round 2
http://stylesfics-xx.tumblr.com/post/156618245691/sting-like-a-bee-round-2

Round 3
http://imagine-that-one-thing.tumblr.com/post/156749929556/out-for-the-count

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Harry has spent the last few weeks training, gaining his strength and entirely disregarding your protests of his desire to fight in the up coming bout. In your overly emotional, loving, wifely opinion; Harry isn’t ready for a fight, he’s still too fragile. He’s too stubborn to admit his own defeat, his ribs torture him with every session, but he continues to emphasis “mind over matter,” a psychological saying that he takes pleasure in trying to use. If he doesn’t acknowledge the discomfort, then the pain is not there. Tonight’s the night, the night that’ll end his career, he will leave the ring for the last time and surrender. He will hang up his gloves and allow his body to become a portrait of nothing but flawlessly toned skin, sun kissed— and not painted with shades of black and blue. It typically comes in threes and you’re worried that the outcome of tonight’s bout will be the third bad incident to go down.
“Baby, I’m about to head out.” Harry’s voice catches you as you eventually reach the top of the stairs and enter the bedroom,
“Hello to you, too.” You heave a sigh, a little out of breath, beginning to wish you had of stayed downstairs.
“Hi, have you seen my jacket?” He challenges, throwing articles of clothing around, trying to find his athletic jacket.
You cross your arms, embittered by him and his act of clothes throwing. “I just folded those clothes this morning.” You swat him with a pair of jeans he threw to the bed, “touch another article of clothing and you’re washing your own clothes.” You mutter, walking around him to get to the wardrobe. “I’ll re-fold them, later.” He mumbles, carefully observing while you lean into the wardrobe, pulling out his beloved athletic jacket that he always wears before bouts.
God forbid if he wears a different jacket.
“The babies are fine by the way, just in case you were wondering.” You remind him of the appointment he missed because he was busy getting his muscles relaxed and rubbed down. A pregame massage was at the top of his priority list this morning, deplorably. With a heavy sigh he pulls his jacket up his arms, “I’m sorry. I’m glad the babies are fine, how are you?” He clears his throat, giving you his full attention,
“Besides being annoyed with you? I’m fine.” You confirm with a nod, sitting on the bed and feeling a sense of relaxation flowing over you.
“What did the doctor say?” He examines, placing things in his athletic bag as you rest up on the bed, swinging your legs to lie down,
“She said to relax and stay off my feet because the aches and pains of twins is going to start soon.” You respond, not delighted to know that there’s a chance the aches and pains will be worse than what you’d experience with just carrying one baby. He nods, looking over at you while he zips up his bag. “Do you wanna come?” He advances, presumably wanting you to support him through his very last fight. You politely shake your head. Truth is, you don’t want to go, you don’t want to see whatever detriment he causes to someone else, or what is caused to him. “I’m tired and I’m not going to make it until midnight when you’re done.” You inform him, knowing very well and good he’s perchance the last scheduled fight and there’s no way you’re going to be able to keep yourself motivated and awake through it all. You can barely make it past nine at night while watching a romance movie. Just the other night you compelled Harry to watch ‘sleepless in Seattle’ with you, only to fall asleep on Harry after fifteen minutes. He gently woke you up when the credits were rolling, disappointing you as you realised you fell asleep before your favourite scene. Upon waking up he said, “I tried to wake you for your favourite scene, but you were too exhausted.” Of course placing a kiss to your cheeks before melting your heart completely and playing on your emotions.
“Y/N, please?” His voice stays hushed and calm, his eyes imploring with yours. You can’t help but give in, deciding to be a decent wife.
“Help me up.” You instruct, holding your hands out to him. With an adoring smile and he waltz’ closer to you, delicately helping you off the bed. He places his hand in the small of your back, rubbing small circles in a soothing motion. You lean into him, resting your head on his chest, feeling relaxed by his warm hand against your back. “I have another condition.” You whisper, remembering the dreaded stairs in the house. You hear his soft hums, an indication to continue your stipulations. “Carry me down the stairs and I’ll come.” You announce, being a little bit whiny as you pull away and stare into his eyes. He sighs, trying to hide the small grin on his face. “I guess,” he nods, “do you want me to set up the guest room downstairs for us?” He asks, taking you by surprise. He hasn’t exactly been the best husband with the pregnancy so far, he’s left you to conquer morning sickness on your own, overlooked your complaints of not being able to sleep, and even managed to wiggle his way out of taking you maternity clothes shopping. He procured his sister to go with you because he was too tied-up. You’ve drawn the conclusion he’s just exceedingly nervous about the whole pregnancy thing and doesn’t know what the hell he is meant to do. You don’t blame him. Babies isn’t anything that had been flat-tailed discussed before. He doesn’t know the first thing about morning sickness, cramps, cravings, and what not.

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You uncomfortably sit in your chair waiting for the next fight, observing as two causelessly men go at it, doing their best to take each other down, bouncing around and calculating tactical moves to take out one another. There’s so many other things you’d rather be doing than to be observing these two blithering idiots pound each other. But, the crowd appears to love the anticipation of the match, especially since it’s round four and it’s anyone’s game with a minute and fifteen seconds left until the next round. You mentally roll your eyes, watching as they clobber each other and one stumbles back to regain his balance. The crowd gets louder as the strikes get harder and one is cornered on the ropes, struggling to defend himself and to throw punches back, he’s pretty close to tapping out— he has to be.

After many, many heavy blows, a boxers fracture, and one knock out that left your stomach turning, the ring is finally clear and ready for your husband to claim his last win. To say you’re distressed would be quite the understatement.
The two men take the ring as the crowd roars and begin to become hyped up— seemingly they have a special desire for the two men presently in the ring. You take a breath, composedly observing as the two men begin to throw hard blows, strategically figuring each other out. Harry always takes the first minute of a Bout to figure out his opponent and his footwork. To all appearances footwork is a big thing in boxing, well, at least you think that’s what harry has rambled on about before, countless times. With every hit Harry receives you can’t help but cringe anxiously, beyond scared that a hit to his ribs will destroy him, or even worse a knockout hit will end him in the emergency room. You bite your lip, your leg bouncing while your eyes follow your husband around the ring, a rough, fierce fight brewing between the two men. A brutally hard uppercut hits the face of Harry’s rival, the man staggering back and immediately shaking his head before an equally devastating force hits Harry’s face, your body at once shuttering. “Please throw in the towel,” you whisper to yourself, struggling to keep your emotions under control. Surely this round ends soon to put you at ease for the one minute between rounds. Your husband receives another vicious blow, his body floundering around, blood beginning to drop from an open wound of his. As one last punch is thrown between the two men, the round ends and they’re forced into their own corners, swiftly getting checked over and wiped of any blood stains.

Round six: the men are both exhausted and worn out, their bodies barely holding on as they strive to continue to beat each other to win, blood smeared on both of them as they hold their gloves up to their faces. You feel your heart quicken with every forceful blow with the fist both men receive, your heart not only worried for your husband but also for the man he’s up against, they both look as equally as bad as each other. Harry’s against the ropes, an indication he’s currently losing. You don’t know much about boxing but typically when a man is pinned against the ropes, their body almost crippling, it means they’re close to their defeat. You press your hands to your stomach, feeling the flutters of nervousness arising. Thank goodness this is his last fight, the last time you’ll have to sit and watch his body become a punching bag, the last time you’ll stress as you sit closest to the ring. “Please end.” You whisper to yourself, your leg shaking fretfully as you watch the two men continue to beat on each other. Harry manages to pull away from the ropes, getting back to the centre of the ring to continue the fight and to get revenge. He’s pouncing, beginning to get the upper hand as he gains strength to take over the lead. A gasp escapes your lips, a blow to Harry takes the breath from him, sending him to the floor.
For a split second, the arena is tranquil. “1,2,3—” He doesn’t allow the referee count to continue, and he pulls himself to his feet. The referee gives him a good look, deciding he’s fit to continue before allowing the bout to go on.

Round seven: you’re not quite sure how you’re breathing, let alone how Harry is even managing to stand at this point in time. Your stress level is through the roof as you watch on, crossing your fingers that this comes to an end, soon. One last blow hits Harry, sending shivers down your spine as you watch on. Within an instant and to your surprise, he throws in the towel, ending the competition. You instantly stand to your feet, making your way past the spectators so you can get to the holding area to meet Harry after he’s dressed and checked out. You fretfully wait by his car, pacing around as you come up with different conclusions on why he threw the towel in. There’s only ever been one occasion where he’s thrown the towel in on his own behalf. It was a year ago, he never gave you the full details to what happened, but he threw the towel in because of excruciating back pain, something he said he’d never felt before. Maybe he’s experiencing the back pain? Maybe he just decided enough was enough?

The doors ultimately open and your husband emerges, “before you interrogate me I’m okay, nothing is broken, I have a minor cut as usual.” He expeditiously broadcasts, knowing you’re very likely to begin interrogating him on every inch of his body. “I stopped because I’m in a lot of pain, mind over matter wasn’t going to trump the agony. There’s nothing major wrong, just pain, and a bloody headache.” He adds, reading your mind like a book. You’re relieved to know there’s no broken bones, no major injuries that are threatening. At least this time he didn’t dislocate his damn shoulder. You take in a deep breath, appearing at his swollen face, “I’m glad this is it. You have my stomach it knots from worry.” You inform him, leaning to and placing a soft kiss to his lip. He looks down at you, his eyes harbouring news he hasn’t yet shared. Oh no, no, no, no.
There’s something he’s hiding from you. “It’s not over.” He mildly gives notice to you, wincing as he adjusts his athletic bag. He better bet it’s fucking over. You continue to devour him with annoyed eyes, ignoring the pain in his eyes as his lips purse into a straight line. “I called it, I lost. I’m not going out with two losses.” He shakes his head, instantly hitting a nerve.
“You’re kidding. You have to be fucking kidding.” You raise your voice, beginning to wish you could strangle him with your bare hands. He’s the most dull-witted individual, thick headed man there is. He’s so fucking stupid to keep this up. “Well, you better find yourself a lawyer because we are divorcing if you keep this up.” You strongly state, taking a deep breath as you begin to feel heavy chested and queazy, “this.” You gesture up and down his body, “isn’t a punching bag. Learn from your mistakes.” You murmur, hoping he doesn’t choose a divorce over stupid-ass fights. Surely you’re worth more to him than a broken and flogged body.
“We can talk at home.” He keeps his voice low, too exhausted to argue you. You grow whist, staring at him as he observes your behaviour, perhaps trying to figure out if you’re about to lash out on him. “It’s unusual for you to go quiet. You’re meant to be yelling at me until I roll my eyes and force you into the car.” He softly discloses, your legs feeling shaky, your head feeling peculiarly heavy. You wince slightly, a ripple of uncomfortable pain striking you for a split second, “I, I don’t feel okay.” You let out, turning your head to dizzily view the car that seems too far away for you to sit in. You feel your legs go weak giving way as you grasp Harry’s shoulder, with a heavy groan he grabs hold of you, “woah, stay with me.” His voice echoes as you feel the warmth of his arms, your world spinning uncomfortably, your eyes putting you at ease as they close and you feel nothing.



Your eyes flutter open, leisurely regaining your vision as you take in a deep breath, “hey, just take a few deep breaths, don’t move.” Harry’s voice instructs as you finally realise you’re in his lap, you do as he says, his hand gently stroking your hair, “now, when you’re fully awake and better, I’m smothering you with a pillow for scaring the fuck out of me.” He chimes, lightening the mood a little as you continue to take in deep breaths. The heaviness and dizziness slowly wears off, only leaving your body feeling a tinge weary and nauseous. “Can I move?” You ask, ready to get home instead of being in his lap in the middle of a parking lot. You hear a door open and a tall figure hands you an open bottle of orange juice, “drink this,” the man instructs, your mind slowly processing he’s the physician. You slowly sit up, drinking the orange juice as instructed.

Harry assists you up the stairs to your bedroom, refusing to take his eyes off of you no matter how many times you assure you you’re positively fine. You sit on the bed, observing as he walks around and places his athletic bag in its usual position. He carefully takes off his clothes, trying to be undemonstrative of the pain that’s written all over his face. “What’s it going to take, Harry?” You gently interrogate as he intakes a deep breath, more discolorations forming on his torso. He raises a brow, unsure of what you’re referencing. “Is it going to take a sever head injury? More broken bones? Perhaps even a divorce before you realise what you’re doing?” You continue, making it articulate that you’re making reference to his choice of sport. He lets out a sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed, running his hands through his soft head of curls. “It’s all I have, Y/N.” he tenuously responds, “it’s been there for me when nobody else was. Boxing is how I release my energy. I can’t just give it up.” He adds, his voice staying calm and collected as you purse your lips into a firm line, unsure of how to respond. “Harry, I’m here. Torturing your body isn’t okay, your body is meant to be cherished and cared for, it is not a canvas of broken bones and contuses.” You sigh, wishing he could understand your point of view. There’s nothing more important than keeping your body nourished and healthy. His time of boxing and beating his body is up. All things come to an end, whether they’re good or bad. He shakes his head, “it’s what works for me.” He turns to look at you while you rest against the fluffy pillows, feeling the comfort and softness around you. “I don’t want to keep seeing you like this. I don’t want our kids to see this. You’re stressing me the fuck out. I don’t know whether you’re going to be okay or be transported to the nearest hospital. I’m not being dramatic, but I don’t want to raise the twins alone because Daddy got hit one too many times and is stuck on life support. I don’t want them to have to play around you in a wheel chair because a boxing match left you paralysed.” You babble, holding back tears as you in vision what it would be like to have to go through the headache of such injuries. “It’s either you stop, or I’m leaving. I can’t watch you inflict pain on yourself anymore.” You add, watching as his eyes leave yours, leaving nothing but silence between the two of you. He clears his throat, turning back to look at you, “I’m sorry.” He begins with a raspy voice, your heart dropping as you mentally assume he’s about to tell you he chooses boxing. “I’m sorry this is how you feel. I’m sorry I put you through all this. I can’t imagine your stress every time I get knocked down. Tonight, when you collapsed into me, my own pain become bearable. The worst thoughts came to my mind. If it wasn’t for my physician I would have freaked out. I never want to see you hurt or even collapse again. I can’t imagine the way you feel when I fight.” He admits, somewhat understanding the painful struggle you have endured because of his desire to box.
“It has to stop.” You whisper, your eyes pleading with his.
“Please, one more. I can’t go out after I threw in the towel. One more.” He implores,
“You said that last time.” You shake your head, remembering the exact words he told you the night you told him you were pregnant.
“Y/N, I promise. Last one. I’ll tell my trainer and couch. I’ll draw up an agreement with a lawyer if I must. One more.” He declares, carefully lying down beside you, his eyes refusing to pry themselves away from yours. He gently presses a thumb to your cheek, wiping away the tears. “You have my word. It’ll be the last.” He whispers, his eyes flicking between your eyes and your lips, an indication he’s wanting a kiss of forgiveness. “One more. That’s it. If you break the promise, we are over.” You strongly express, giving him one last chance to claim a victory and to go out with a bang. He nods before leaning down and pressing a tender kiss to your lips, “I promise. I love you.” He mumbles, gently pulling you closer,
“Mhm.” You hum,
“I do. I love you.” He kisses you again, putting a small smile on your face as the words roll off his tongue. “How are you feeling? And don’t say you feel like I’m a jackass husband.” He questions with a small grin, those cheeky dimples making themselves recognized.
“I’m tired, how are you? And don’t say you’re fine because I can see it in your eyes. They never lie.” You interrogate, knowing very well and good he’s doing his best to hide any pain he may feel.
“I’m hurting. But, I have you by my side and that’s all I need to feel better… that and some sleep, and perhaps a pain killer or two.” He trails off with a small chuckle. You roll your eyes, leaning in for a sweeter kiss,
“There’s two pain killers in the side drawer. Don’t ever say I’m not considerate.” You advise him, remembering how before leaving the house you left them in there just in case he needed them when you both got home. Sometimes it’s little gestures that make your life a little bit easier. “You’re an angel.” He cracks a smile, pulling you back in for a deep kiss, showing his love and appreciation.

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Uh oh, will Harry keep his promise to the missus or will he be signing divorce papers before their babies are even in the word? Maybe the fight in the boxing ring isn’t the only fight Harry will be fighting. Xx

aquatariuswriter  asked:

what are the derse and prospit senses of humor? do they have different ones? does one group think something is funny that another thinks is offensive?

Hmmm…!

Dersites really love puns, offensive jokes at the expense of other people and one’s self, and verbal irony where what is being said is the exact opposite of the truth. Setup and delivery verbal sketches are common, and the majority of public entertainment has tons of slapstick and schadenfreude. A popular Dersite comedy performance features an actor covered in flour to look like a Prospitian espousing her inherent virtues, while actually doing the exact opposite of what she’s saying. It cracks the Dersite crowd up.

Prospitians on the other hand are more focused on visual comedy and comedies of error. Non-sequiturs are very commonplace in their humor, as well as under-reaction and stoicism. They’re also huge fans of slapstick comedy and visual gags. A popular Prospitian comedy performance would involve a big set and lots of to-do, with a particularly athletic person trying to get from one end of the set to the other while fending off an obstacle course of random bullshit. Think Buster Keaton-style visual comedy mixed with Monty Python silliness and non-sequiturs. 

In short: Dersites like wit, irony, and taking the piss out of others. Prospitians like non-sequiturs, physical comedy, and slapstick.

Spike Analysis - “Lover’s Walk”

“Lover’s Walk,” bitches! Of the Spike-centric episodes we’ve had in the past, I wouldn’t say that this episode is the absolute, hands-down, best…but it’s pretty fucking good. Let’s start this by acknowledging that Spike is hella cute throughout this entire thing. Did you do that? Good.

So, we’ve got Spike. We’ve got Buffy. We’ve got Angel. We’ve got marshmallows and holy water grenades. I’m gonna be honest here, I don’t really know where to start with Spike’s development in this episode. I’m not going to go through it scene by scene necessarily, but I’ll try and keep you up to date with what scene I’m thinking of when I’m talking about one thing or the other.

Alright. Last we heard, Spike and Dru had left town after the whole Angelus thing. Spike said he’d never come back. Well, that didn’t fucking happen, did it? Please notice that in this episode, he said again that he wouldn’t come back to Sunnydale. Spike’s always been a shit liar, ya know? Dru’s broken up with him because he’s too soft (which…did she see him when she sired him? Sensitive as fuck, that one. Cute as hell, but still). Therefore, Spike’s back in Sunnydale. He knocks over the sign, which seems to become a recurring theme for him, and he’s drunk as shit. Of course, later in Angel, he mentions that it isn’t so easy for vampires to get drunk, so he must have been smashed. Which is, apparently, the only kind of “smashed” he’s been able to get since Dru left him.

I mentioned in the “Becoming: Part 2” analysis, and will continue to mention it numerous more times, but seeing Spike not be William the Bloody is always great. I much prefer Spike the Sensitive over Spike: Guy Who Killed Two Slayers. But this episode is like…bad. You know what I mean? Like, he’s very distraught over Dru and it’s kind of strange. Not in a bad way because I’d rather him weep and throw dolls than brood (sorry, Angelcakes).

Sidebar: that scene were Spike passes out in the outdoor area at Angel’s mansion and his hand catches on fire in the morning? Did you guys know that James did that stunt himself, but like, you’re supposed to put it out within two seconds because the protective layer (that keeps your hand from actually catching fire) will wear off? But James thought it’d be funny to let it go a bit longer, so he burnt the literal shit out of his hand, but he hid it from everyone because it was his last shot and he was afraid that, if they ever asked him back again, they wouldn’t let him do his own stunts anymore?

Anyway. So then Spike kills the shopkeeper and kidnaps Willow and Xander so Willow can do the love spell for him. That scene in the factory where Spike sort of confides in Willow is the best shit ever. Jumping a little forward here, one of the key components of Spike’s character development in this episode is that he’s interacting (again) with Buffy, but also with Willow and Angel. And by interacting, I mean that he’s not trying to kill them. Spike hadn’t really interacted with Angel in a semi-positive way before this episode. It was typically with Angelus, and otherwise, his contact with Angel was violent. I know he did threaten to kill Willow a few times, but I think his focus was more on Dru than anything else at that point. Although, I don’t think he didn’t kill anyone because “I want Dru back,” I think he didn’t kill anyone because “…nah.”

Back to Willow. Spike talking to her about Dru and how much she hurt him is ***super cute!!!*** But beyond that, Spike basically said that he’d rather die than not be with Dru. Die. Again, like I said in the previous post, Spike’s character is drenched in paradox, but a vampire’s whole goal (on a basic level) is to survive. So? But all that makes sense within the realm of his character because Dru was his first relationship. Isn’t that strange to think about? Not his first love, but his first requited love. I’m sure we all have some semblance of an idea of how people usually react when their first relationships end. Let’s keep going because, aside from being adorable, that scene doesn’t speak a whole lot to his development.

I have conflicting feelings about the situation with Joyce in the kitchen. Like, on the one hand, I don’t think Spike would kill her, but on the other, he’s still evil. I mentioned in the last post that Spike has a certain respect for mother’s (based on his past), but I’m not sure that that would affect his animalistic instinct to kill. Maybe in this episode, though, it would. Because he came back to Sunnydale to kill Angel, seemingly, but he didn’t do anything to anybody the entire time besides knocking Xander out. I think the explanation with the kitchen scene is just that Spike needed a mom. He needed someone to be on his side for a little while.

Okay, Spuffy flag on the field. Is that a good sports thing to say? I don’t care enough about athletics to try for a better one. So, we remember Buffy locking Angelus out of her house in season 2, right? Because he’s evil, blah blah. And we remember her inviting Spike into her house so they could discuss taking Angelus down. “Lover’s Walk” is the first episode in which Angel returns to Buffy’s home since he came back from whatever hell dimension he was in. And, as soon as Buffy saw him there, she invited him back in. Because the circumstances had changed. Well, excuse me, but I think after the brief truce her and Spike had, the circumstances were well fucking changed, so why didn’t she disinvite him from her house? She could’ve thought he wouldn’t come back? No. She’s never trusted Spike, why in God’s name would she think the vampire notorious for killing two Slayers would stay out of her life? She knew she could take him/he wasn’t dangerous? Bullshit. To his face, yeah, but we’ve got substantial evidence (even into seasons 6 and 7) that Buffy is afraid of William the Bloody on some level. And if nothing else, shouldn’t she have locked him out just to protect her mother?

It’s just fishy to me, that’s all I’m saying. Not that it’s inherently Spuffy, maybe she’s just lazy, but that’s all I’m saying. Let’s move onto what will come to be known as the Magic Box. We get that awesome shot of Buffy, Angel, and Spike ready to fight like hell. Including “Tabula Rasa,” this is the first of two times that Spike has been trapped in the magic shop because he pissed off a big bad (The Mayor/loan shark) and his vampire minions.

So, these three fighting together lends itself really nicely to including Spike into the Sunnydale scene. He never really did become a Scooby (minus, maybe, the months after Buffy’s death), but those few moments were sort of like an “I could get used to this” thing for the audience.

Be kind rewind here for a second: the speech. You know the one I mean. The “you’ll never be friends” speech. One of my all-time favorite things about Spike is that he’s literally always right (if it doesn’t involve himself). Here’s the thing: Spike seems to feel very comfortable in the fact that he’s a hopeless romantic. Old habits die hard, I guess, but that’s really strange. Because we can see, especially in the following season, that he hates feeling as though he’s less than a man or that he isn’t “bad” or isn’t dangerous. Anything that makes him seem weak, he hates. Now, being a romantic doesn’t imply weakness, but Buffy sure fucking thinks so. She said he was pathetic, he was a loser, whatever. I’m sure some of that was to piss him off, but I’m also sure some of that was meant to act as irony within the writing because what the fuck does she think she’s been doing with Captain Forehead over here?

Moving on from that, it’s honestly such a good bit on love. I’ve heard literally so many people say that it’s the best quote on love they’ve ever heard. For someone who’s known for being shit at poetry…

I have one last quick thing to say about The Speech, and then we’ll wrap up. I kind of love the theme the show took with Spike and the symbolism of blood (I’m referring to the “Love isn’t brains, children. It’s blood” line). I can think of at least three times within the space of the show that Spike has reiterated the importance or the purpose of blood for one reason or the other. It makes sense because he’s a vampire, but it’s more than that. It’s like it’s some holy thing that holds a lot meaning and weight, like it’s sacred to him. I guess Spike has a bit of a history of exaggerating his feelings with things, but it’s interesting.

We’ve only got a bit left here. So, we can tell that the fighting made Spike feel a lot more confident in himself. Probably Drusilla implying that he’d gone soft and then leaving him made him feel emasculated and staking a few vamps was the antidote. One thing I want to quickly point out there: it’s almost like a bit of foreshadowing for his arc with the chip, right? Like, it’s pretty obvious that as long as Spike can kill something, he’s a happy camper. Then he says that thing about torturing Dru until she likes him again. And then he says what is probably my favorite quote from this episode, other than his speech on love: “Love’s a funny thing.” The reason I love it so much is because that’s pretty much Spike’s character in a nutshell. I mean, all the things he’s done or been put through for love is pretty fucking astounding. Not to mention, this sums up basically all the Scoobies’ lives at the moment of this episode. Yeah, love’s pretty damn quirky when you catch your significant other making out with a friend’s significant other and then you fall through some stairs and get impaled with rebar.

Last thing I want to point out in this episode: Buffy breaks up with Angel (for a time, anyway). She says she can fool everyone but not herself…or Spike. All I’m sayin’ is: some things never change.

So, that’s it! A little bit longer than “Becoming: Part 2,” and I got off track a lot, but hey. I’m not exactly sure which episode I’m going to analyze next. Season 4 is very fractured when it comes to Spike. He’s got a lot of really important revelations: the chip, being attracted to Buffy (when Faith was in her body), realizing he could hurt a demon, adjusting to working with the Scoobies for money. But all that shit is in separate episodes. And I don’t think I’ll be able to talk about some of the better Spike episodes like “Something Blue” because there wasn’t really development, just some really cringy kissing noises. So, I think what I’m going to end up doing is maybe a post or two where I combine a couple episodes and talk about them and, if there’s still something left over to talk about, I’ll tack it onto whatever the last season 4 post is. Or make a bulk, season 4 post. I dunno, but I’ll figure that out later. Hope you enjoyed my rambles!