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You can’t tell me that Pre-Kerberos Shiro and Keith didn’t do sappy dumb embarrassing stuff when they go on dates. LOOK. AT. THEM. Friggin matching shirts. How gross can you guys get? Even Zarkon can see that blush of yours Shiro. Keep it together. They’re so cute I can’t stop drawing them. OTL

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My Reasoning

As you can see, the GDP of Germany is 3.356 trillion USD

The GDP of the Netherlands is 752.5 billion USD

3.356 trillion + 752.5 billion = 4.108 trillion USD

and if we split 50/50 in the divorce 

4.108 trillion/2 = 2.054 trillion

which puts me in fourth for the largest GDP in Europe and is a

2.054 trillion - 752.5 billion = 1.301 trillion

1.301 trillion/752.5 billion = 1.72

1.72 x 100 = 172% increase of my GDP


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Creating Cool Villains - Angels & Celestials

The time has come once more to take a look at some more famous icons in the lands and many worlds and planes of the D&D universe…

And this time, we’re going to travel to the higher planes of the cosmos..

Because this time we’re showing you how you could create some great angelic villains…

And angels can be more than just goody-two-shoes all the time, angels can rise and fall from grace…

So this post is filled with ideas on creating awesome angelic villains for your campaigns!

So without further interruption, here are a few tips and examples of using celestials and angels in your campaign.

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screamlikealunatic  asked:

Pardon me, but could you maybe tell me how far through the comic is? I haven't been up to date lately.

Sure thing - we are currently in Chapter Three!

I realised I never changed back the header after the one year anniversary, so in case people are ever curious again about how far along the story is at any point:

It’ll always be posted in the header :D


The Bright Sessions: Sam Barnes x Chloe Turner

C: I have an idea. Now that I’m 21 and everything, I’m gonna go buy a bottle of wine and I’ll come over after you’re done with Dr. Bright. We’ll forget all about dimension jumping and mind reading and have an honest-to-god, girls night.[…]

S: That sounds really nice. Thank you, Chloe. It means a lot.


exactly six years later, and they still only have eyes for each other. 

Castle on the hill - Zach Fucale

Requested by @fearfuloffailure: Hey, so Zach Fucale please and maybe something fluffy? Like the start of the relationship or he asks you to be his girlfriend or something? Idk, I know whatever you write will be amazing <3


Word count: 1013

Warnings: fluff. cussing.

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Originally posted by fucale

“Zach, this isn’t a couple miles!” You complain, trying to keep up with Zach as you two climb up the hill.

Zach and you have been seeing each other for months now, but ‘it’s complicated’ doesn’t begin to cover it. Zach is too focus on hockey, too determined to get better, too eager to play on the NHL, to actually think about having a relationship.

“Less whining and more walking, babe.” Zach says, climbing up a rock and offering you his hand for you to take so he can help you up.

You two aren’t dating, but it sure as hell looks like it. You go on dates, hold hands, have lazy days just the two of you… but he won’t make it official. You are tired of the ‘just friends’, because for you he wasn’t just a friend, he was much more. But this has been going on for way too long and your patience is running thin.

“Where are we going anyways?” You ask, taking his hand and climbing on top of the rock with him.

“If I tell you it wouldn’t be a surprise.” Zach says, pecking the tip of your nose. “Let’s go, we are gonna be late.”

“Late? Late for what?” You inquire as Zach resumes the hike.

When Zach asked you if you wanted to go for a ‘hike’ you didn’t think that the ‘hike’ would actually be an actual proper hike, but you have found yourself following Zach’ steps on dirt roads and uphills.

“Too many questions.” He chuckles, waiting up for you to catch up with him to intertwine his fingers with yours, walking alongside you on a slower path.

“How do you know about this place?” You wonder, enjoying Zach’s touch.  He has been away on a string of away games, so you haven’t seen him in a while and you’ve missed how your body reacts to him at the slightest touch.

“Frustration takes you to more places than curiosity.” He says criptly.

“Care you elaborate?” You chuckle, squeezing his bigger hand softly.

“I found it after a particularly bad game… I couldn’t just go home, I was too angry and frustrated, so I drove around until I found the sign on the road that points at this place.” He stops talking for a second and you give him an encouraging look. “I parked the car and started walking, and the more I walked the best I felt… I come here now every time I need to be alone and clear my mind.”

You chew on his words, taking in everything he has just said. This place was his place, his safe place, the place he came to when he needed to be alone… and he is sharing it with you. You are so busy thinking about this that you don’t realize that you have made it to the top of the hill.

“Just in time.” Zach says, dragging you to chair looking rock. It has a flat part where you can sit and a part where you can lean in. How convenient.

You are about to sit in between Zach’s legs when you see it, the view. You can see the city of Toronto from here, far away in distance with just a couple buildings that are recognizable. The sun is setting, tinting the sky with shades of orange, red and pink, and giving the landscape a magical vibe.

“This is beautiful.” You whisper, leaning on Zach, your back against his chest as he wraps his arms around you.

“You are beautiful.” He answers, kissing your temple absent-mindly.

Both of you stay quiet for a while, enjoying the views and each other’s company as you two give away innocent caresses. The silence is comfortable and you distract yourself following with your finger the veins that are more noticeable under his skin.

“Thanks for bringing me here.” You whisper as he kisses the corner of your mouth.

“Thanks for coming with me.” He whispers back, pulling you even closer to him. “And I’m sorry that I’ve been such an idiot to you.”

“What are you talking about? You are always great t –” You try to complain, but Zach cuts you off.

“I’ve been so focused on what I wanted that I haven’t realized that maybe I wasn’t giving you enough, (y/n).” You are gonna start complaining again, but he doesn’t let you. “Let me finish, babe. Please.” He begs and you nod, resting your head on his shoulder. “This season has been rough, but you have been there for me every time I needed you. You help me unwind and you help me see that there is more in life that just hockey.”

Zach has practiced this speech a million times in his head, but now he is stumbling with his words, so you squeeze his hand reassuringly, letting him know that he has all your attention.

“You have been there for me, even though I haven’t been the greatest to you. What I want to say is –” He starts, but chokes with his own words. “Fuck, what I want to say is that I want you to be mine. I want you to be my girlfriend. I don’t want your smile to disappear every time someone asks us what we are and we say ‘friends’. I want –”

“Yes, Zach. I want to officially be your girlfriend.” You are the one cutting him off this time.

“ – you to be proud of what we have… Wait what?”

“Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.” You repeat.

Zach holds your chin in between this thumb and index finger and crashes his lips with yours. You two have kissed countless times before, but this time feels different, it is more tender and loving, and you melt against his lips.

“Is it too early to say that I love you?” Zach asks as soon as you break the kiss to gasp for some air. Your stomach fills up with butterflies as you shake your head. “I love you, (y/n).”

“I love you too, Zach.”

Blind Date Masterlist

Alright folks, here we go!!! Thank you everyone for taking part in this! I´m very excited that so many people want to be a part of this and meet new people! Now, I´ve tried matching everyone up to their wishes, but if I got something wrong please don´t come banging down my door. There´s A LOT of people and while I put everyone down on a list I might have mixed something up, BUT  you can still have a nice thread, I mean…when does the person you talk to online actually turns out to look like the picture they sent? ( When it comes to dates anyways ) and besides: I´ve found that those threads usually turn out to be the best and even if they don´t end up dating you might find a friend for life ( and so will your character ) or it´ll be a story to tell that goes down as the worst date in history! ;)

Anyways, you´re welcome to slide into your partners IMs and set up a thread or maybe you´ll decide to simply put out a starter for them and see where it heads.

If you guys want you can tag your threads with #blind date shuffle so other people, who want to, can check and see how everything is going and maybe even find MORE people to write with or bond over horrible dates!

If, for whatever reason, you´re not on this list but have reblogged the post,  ( unless it was reblogged after I made the post about it closing ) please feel free to come into my IMs and let me know and I`ll find you a partner! ( I put people´s urls on the list so if somebody changed their url in the meantime etc  you´re welcome to let me know as well and I´ll see what I can do! )

Other than that: HAVE FUN!!! <3

PS: Tumblr won´t let me tag all of you so just check this post for you name! But I made sure at least ONE of you is tagged, so you should be able to find each other!!

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embarrassing footage below -y/n

hey everyone! y/n here. yoongs’ mom just sent me an adorable picture of him from his fetus years, and that inspired me to make this post hehe. enjoy!

1. he doesn’t look that great when he wakes up (but i still love him lord help me).

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut

2. i swear i didn’t sign up to date a walking mushroom. yoongs, seriously, what happened here???

3. i convinced him to do a spa day w/ me, on the condition that i chose his mask. he was not pleased (but i was!).

4. he was filming this weird parody with his friends haha. i don’t even know what to say.

Originally posted by dreamyoongi

5. this is why i don’t bring him clubbing…

Originally posted by hana-mori-posts

6. and finally, the picture that started it all.

i can’t stop giggling.

there you go! hope everyone had as good a laugh as i did making this. -y/n

Jfc. You are so dead when I get home. -myg


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Author’s Note: I’ve reached 100 followers! Yay. Thank you all so much. As a thank you for following me, I promised that I would give you all a one-shot and here it is. Like always, requests, tags and questions are OPEN.

Just a few things about this one-shot before you read. It’s set in the same universe if you will as my China rose story, so if you aren’t up to date it’s available here. This is an expansion on something that happens in chapter 2. And for this one shot Adam is roughly 13 and you are meant to be 11. It’s set before the queen dies, so no sadness.

Hope you enjoy this. :)

You had taken refuge once again in the castle library as your father was away in the nearest market town to gather more art supplies for the royal family’s new portrait. For the entire morning you had been working in the kitchen with Mrs Potts, it was mainly her teaching you how to make the perfect cup of tea, but she also made you temporary head of the kitchen as she wasn’t as nimble as usual with her swollen belly. You had enjoyed ordering people around, and many of the maids and kitchen staff had enjoyed following your ridiculous demands. Lumière had come downstairs to try and steal a few blackberries for Plumette but Mrs Potts caught him in the act and as the temporary head of the kitchen staff, it was up to you to punish him. You had made him sit down on a stool in the middle of the kitchen and told him that he wasn’t to speak for twenty minutes. It was extremely funny, as Lumière was one of the most over dramatic people in the entire castle and to see him try not to talk was truly something to behold. He went red on several occasions when he wanted to speak, but he somehow managed to pull through so as a reward you gave him five blackberries. You did it in secret of course tugging on his coat as he left. He lifted you up in a tight hug before running off to find Plumette, to explain why he took so long.
Mrs Potts had relieved you of your duties after lunch, and as your father was absent, you had no one to keep you company. Therefore you went to the one place where it was acceptable for you to be alone. The library. You were sitting on your usual seat or more realistically windowsill. You sat hidden behind the curtains as you read ‘Much Ado About Nothing’ by your favourite author, Shakespeare. You had been there since lunch and had made good progress on the play, making it to the second act. You were enjoying the constant bickering of Beatrice and Benedict when you heard the door creak open and heeled shoes approaching. You held your breath, praying that it wasn’t the Prince’s father. Although the Prince’s mother allowed you in the library, the King was known for his different views to the Queen, and for his anger, which was something you didn’t want to be on the other end of. The footsteps began to fade, and when you were certain you couldn’t hear them anymore you let out a large breath. Suddenly the curtain was pulled back and you almost let out a mini scream but before you could the Prince cut you off.
“I knew you were here!” he declared triumphantly.
“Adam!” you exclaimed, “You almost gave me a heart attack!”
He laughed at your misfortune so in return you began whacking him with your book till he stopped.
“I’m sorry for startling you. I don’t understand why you were hiding. Almost everyone knows you sit in here when you’re alone.” He pointed out.
“Well, you could have been your father.” you said solemnly, not wanting to discuss it as you knew how he felt about his father. He looks down at his hands as he sits down next to you. There was a rather long silence between you and you didn’t want there to be anymore. “Why aren’t you with Cogsworth?” you asked him, “I thought you were having lessons with him all day.”
“Well, I am supposed to,” he started, “but it’s soooooo incredibly boring.” He dramatically fell down onto your legs and you desperately tried to wiggle them free. “Thankfully, I managed to sneak away.” He looked up at you and smiled.
“So what did you come here for?” you questioned, as you freed your legs as he turned round to face you, his feet now resting by your hands.
“I was hoping you’d be a distraction. So that I wouldn’t have to go back for a while.” he said looking at you hopefully.
“Oh.” was all you let out. A distraction. You thought for a brief moment before your eyes rested on his shoe by your hand. It clicked almost immediately. You smiled a wicked smile. “Okay, your majesty, I’ll give you a distraction.” You set your book down to your side and stare at him directly in the eyes before you grabbed his foot and yanked of his shoe. He was in such shock that he didn’t realise what had happened until you had reached the library doors.
“Hey!” he yelled, “Give me my shoe back!” He sprinted after you.
You ran down the corridor laughing, avoiding several servants as you shouted back to Adam, “You have to catch me first.” You ran through the castles many corridors and eventually reached the servants’ floor with the Prince at least a hundred metres behind you. You ran through the kitchen as fast as you could avoiding several staff who were holding plates of food to prepare for tonight’s dinner. Mrs Potts stood up rather abruptly at the sight of you running.
“Y/N, what on earth are you doing?” she asked you. You hid the shoe behind your back as you slowly tried to scoot past her. She grabbed your arm and gave you the look, but before either of you could say anything Adam burst through the door on the far side of the kitchen. He spotted you almost immediately.
“Y/N! Give it back!” he yelled as he began to sprint over to you, making all of the staff part ways and stare. You looked up at Mrs Potts and hastily pulled yourself away, running towards the door to the gardens.
“Never!” You screamed in joy as you left the kitchen. Mrs Potts was about to ask Adam what you had stolen but as he rushed past she noticed the missing shoe and let out an audible gasp of realisation. She smiled to herself, pleased to see that you and the prince were merely having fun. As soon as Adam had left the kitchen, she looked up to see all the staff staring at the door wondering what had just happened.
“On with your work!” Mrs Potts commanded as she clapped her hands to make sure people got the message. Soon the kitchen was buzzing once more with work but this time, a layer of gossip was added about your relationship with the Prince.
You had escaped the kitchen into the castle’s beautiful garden that went on for miles to see. Green was surrounding you as you pushed your way through the small door that led to the Queen’s rose garden. Thankfully she wasn’t there at this moment in time, so you just ran straight through the several bushes of different coloured roses. The white ones shimmered like frost in sunlight and the red ones shone like glittering rubies. All the other coloured roses seemed to twinkle as you sprinted past them, desperate to try and evade Adam (who was hot on your heels due to Mrs Potts’ meddling). You were running up the bridge over the castle lake when your body finally caved in from all the exercise so you stopped on top of the stone bridge, breathing heavily but you still giggled in between gulps of air. Adam had just emerged from amongst the roses when you looked up. You smirked and pushed yourself up onto the side of the bridge, the hand which clasped his shoe hanging over the edge. He came barrelling towards you.
“Y/N! For the last time, give me back my shoe!” He practically screamed.
You only laughed harder and in one swift movement he collided with you sending you both over the edge into the lake below. You swam towards the bank, no longer grasping his shoe. He was floundering behind you, retrieving his footwear from the surface of the water. You sat on the bank, still giggling, as he made his way to shore, his shoe now secure on his foot. He glared at you as he pulled himself out.
You pointed to his foot, “I see you found your shoe,” you stated, in between a fit of giggles.
He pushed you playfully on the arm before laughing too. “And I only had to swim to get it.”
“Well you wanted a distraction from tutoring. I gave you one.” You point out giggling. You sat there for several moments staring at each other, still smiling. He pretended to look angry and he faced away from you.
“Thank you.” He whispered after a few moments. You smiled at him and stood up, your dress now much heavier than before.
“You’re welcome my liege.” You said dramatically as you offered him a hand to hoist himself up on. He took it gladly and you pulled with all your strength to help him up. “Care to escort the lady back to the library?” You quipped. He bowed causing his wet mop of hair to fall into his face.
“With pleasure.” He replied, offering you his arm that you gladly took. You walked slowly back through the grounds, this time allowing yourself to enjoy the beauty of the rose garden. No matter how many times you walked through it you still loved to look at them all twinkling in the sunlight. Adam paused when he saw you staring at the bushes and he quickly let go of your arm to walk over to one of the white rose bushes; where he plucked one of the roses from the bush and removed the thorns. He walked over to you and carefully placed the rose in your hair.
“Why are you giving me a rose? Won’t your mother mind?” you asked as you knew how much his mother adored the garden (so much so that she looked after it herself, not any of the gardeners).
“No.” was his simple reply. “My mother always says that the rose garden is meant for anyone. Plus think of this as my apology as I was the one who pushed us both into the lake.” You smiled.
“I would argue, but that’s true. You are the only one who’s stupid enough to do that.” You replied, which earned you a playful punch on the arm. You laughed at him as, once again, he offered his arm to you but with a slight scowl on his face. It only made you laugh harder. You both walked through the gardens, now discussing books which was something you both loved equally, although you preferred romances whilst he preferred adventures. This small difference usually caused several heated debates about which Shakespeare play was better, but they were all well intentioned and you usually won. You were mere moments away from entering the kitchen when you both stopped abruptly. You were both soaking wet. If Mrs Potts saw you she would drop her teapot. You looked at each other, eyes wide with realisation before giving each other the silent nod that meant, ‘We tell no one of what happened and we share the consequences equally.’ With a deep breath you let go of his arm (as technically it wasn’t proper for the Prince of a province to escort a peasant girl anywhere), and pushed open the door.
Almost immediately Mrs Potts spotted you and came rushing over. With Mrs Potts running, everyone else in the kitchen turned to look at what made her run which in turn made them all stare at you.
“Y/N!” Mrs Potts exclaimed, “What on earth did you do?”
It probably wasn’t the best time for Adam to enter the kitchen but as soon as she asked the question he entered and it caused Mrs Potts to almost have a mini stroke. Her eyes went from you to Adam and she let out a small yelp and then looked at you both with the ‘look’, her arms crossed.
“Adam, Y/N, would either of you like to explain why you are both soaking wet?”
You looked at each other and it was Adam who decided to speak.
“We went for a swim.” He stated plainly.
“In your clothes?”
“In the cold lake?”
Mrs Potts placed her hand to her forehead. She knew what you were doing so she knew that you’d both not ever tell her what truly happened. She lets out a sigh and points a hand to the fire.
“Sit there on the stools until you’re dry enough to go back upstairs.”
“Thank you, Mrs Potts.” You and Adam both said in unison.
“What am I meant to do with you two?” she said sarcastically as she passed you both a cookie to munch on whilst you dried. You and Adam sat down on the stools and happily munched away at the cookies, continuing your discussion of the books you were both reading, whilst everyone else in the kitchen worked and once again discussed you and the Prince.
It had taken you roughly twenty minutes to be dry enough for Mrs Potts to be satisfied that you could both go back upstairs. You had reached the library fairly quickly and were both standing just outside the doors.
“I should let you go back to Cogsworth now, shouldn’t I?” You said, sad that the fun you had had was coming to an end.
“Ugh, must you?” Adam replied, “I don’t want to go back to the history of the castle. It’s so boring!” He exclaimed, dramatically thrashing his arms down.
“That’s not boring.” You told him, “That’s interesting. Don’t you want to know where you came from?”
“Not really.” He admitted. “Most of my ancestors are pompous idiots.” You laughed at his point.
“At least you’re not.” You pointed out.
“Thank you.” He said as he puffs out his chest to make himself look manlier. You smiled at him before looking back to the library doors.
“I should go.” You said as you turned to push open the doors. However, before you could Adam grabbed your arm and turned you to face him. He looked down at his feet whilst kicking them into the floor.
“Would you care to join me in my lesson?” he asked quietly.
“But……” you began before he cut you off.
“Cogsworth won’t mind. He’d be grateful to actually have a student who wants to listen to him.”
You thought about his offer before whispering back a small “Okay.” He smiled at you and began dragging you towards his school room.
It turned out that Cogsworth was very thankful that you wanted to learn about the castle’s history. Whilst you took in every word he said, Adam took in none of it. He was too busy being distracted by the one person he asked to be a distraction. 

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SoB aren’t anything like Space Marines because :

  • They. don’t. have. the. same. fucking stat line!
  • They aren’t as widely available
  • Their models aren’t up to date (still metal, ffs).
  • Their price is insulting.

And seriously, who in their right mind cares about arguing from the lore’s perspective?

anonymous asked:

hi! i really don't want to bother you but I was wondering if you know where I could find an up to date list of the best destiel heavy episodes? (i know this is subjective but i'm fine with trusting someone else's opinion on what they think are the best ones). i really want to rewatch a bunch of episodes and I wouldn't even know where to start when trying to compile such a list myself. i've tried googling but the things i saw weren't up to date. it's okay if you can't help. have a nice day! :]

Hm, I think I saw someone asking recently - @clusterjam or @k-vichan and I apologise to whichever one of you it wasn’t >.> 

The list of all 100 of Misha’s episodes is going around in gifset form so that’s a good start - at least it narrows down the number of overall episodes a lot, and I don’t think there are any of the traditionally recognised type of Destiel episode that DON’T have Cas in even if my personal list would include some unskippable ones even if they were just serving some part of the story thematically. 

Thinking about the later seasons I’m just going to copy all the episodes from season 10 onwards off of Superwiki’s list of episodes (because they’re all next to each other, so apologies if the lists you found missed season 8 or 9) and then delete the ones I don’t think have a whole lot of Destiel in them and see what’s left :P This is very unscientific and not very well researched because I haven’t rewatched most of this since the dark ages

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anonymous asked:

Ok, I know that I'm always here, but how about "I don't want you" for Sarita and Reyes? :ooo

All right, “anon”, as promised, here is your prompt fill! Now, this happens after the last chapter of my fic The Cost of Salvation, so if you aren’t up to date, don’t read this!!!

Features Sara x Reyes, part of the Santa Sarita series. Enjoy!

“I think that’s all of them,” Reyes said.

They stood on the cool metal walkway in Ditaeon. Reyes watched her, his gut clenched and his breaths sharp in his nose. The air rippled around her in halos of purple and blue, the heavy scent of singed ozone clinging to her skin. Sara panted, her back to him as her biotics continued to lick up her arms, like cold blue flames. She was a burning star in the dark Kadara night, and if he got too close he knew she would consume him.

“You think?” She spun on him, bright blue power encasing her in a solar flare of her own creation. She stepped toward him, her knees bent slightly and her weight forward in her feet, like a cougar waiting to pounce. “Are you sure? There’s nothing else you need to tell me?”

His heart fluttered in his chest, and he took an involuntary step back. He’d never feared her before, but then they’d always been on the same side.

Suddenly she was in front of him, her biotics melted away, drenching them in the outpost’s shadows. He could touch her if he only lifted a hand, but he was frozen in place.

“Please,” he said. “Tell me what I can do to fix this.” Reyes Vidal was a man of control, and suddenly he’d lost his grip on everything. If he could just go back, if he could see how simple a thing it really was to tell her everything, it would have been so much easier than reliving this moment for the rest of his life.

“I don’t think you can,” she said. But, there was something off about the words. Something that tugged at Reyes’ mind, demanding attention. Her voice was cold and sharp as steel, and that wasn’t right. That’s not how this happened.

“Let me try,” he begged. He reached out then, his desperation finally breaking through the paralysis of the moment. She stepped into his arms, and put a hand to his face. And though her fingers were soft on his cheek, there was something hard in her blue eyes.

She shook her head, a condescending smile on her perfect lips. “Poor, Reyes,” she said, her hand still on his cheek. “You don’t get it.”  She leaned in, bringing her lips to the opposite side of his face.

He suppressed a shudder as her mouth traced delicate kisses just beneath his ear. This was wrong. This wasn’t what happened.

Her lips found his earlobe and she bit it gently, tugging at the tender flesh just the way he liked. And then her breath was hot in his ear as she lifted onto her tip-toes to speak, her voice a firm and deliberate whisper.

“I don’t want you.”

Reyes sat up in bed, the sheets clinging to him. His heart hammered against his rib cage, and the cool air of his apartment chilled the beaded sweat that covered his chest. It took him a moment, trembling in the dark of his bedroom, to realize that it had been a dream. Sara never said those words to him, would never say them. She had never looked at him with such patronizing eyes, such careless malice.

No, that night in Ditaeon had been hell for them both, purely because she did want him, just as much as he wanted her. But he knew she was right. Reyes wanted her, wanted to be with her, but the Charlatan couldn’t. Not if he was going to cement his place at the top of Kadara’s food chain. Not if he was going to make his mark on this galaxy.

Not if he was going to be someone.

And she knew that, understood it long before he did. And so she did the right thing, like she always did. She cut the cord.

Reyes ran a hand over his tired face, finding relief in the cool sting of the silver ring still on his right hand. He groaned, and stood, stretching. He might as well make some coffee and get some work done; there was no way he was going to fall back asleep tonight.

It took me several listens before I realize that Jeremy didn't end up dating the whole school at the end of Be More Chill

‘I think that all of us want to go out with you’
Jeremy referred to the school as 'the voices in my ears’ earlier in the song so I just assumed that Christine was saying that everybody wanted to date everyone and honestly that’s a pretty cool ending, wow what a twist

anonymous asked:

Thanks for your work. My partner started using they pronouns a few months ago. I feel okay about using it around family and friends, but telling new people is hard. Does it get easier? We're getting pretty serious (sometimes talking about marriage and kids) and I'm worried that I will forever be stressed about using their pronouns around new people (especially since my job involves a lot of travel and conversations with clients usually come to asking about partners/personal things.)

Hello Anonymous! This is a brave and important question to ask.

It is true that dating ‘a they’ has challenges that don’t pop up when dating ‘a he’ or ‘a she.’ Today people are always listening for gender markers in how we describe our partners (in some ways, the outmoded presumption of heterosexuality allowed a kind of invisibility - but I digress). What I can tell you is that decisions about this are as individual as people themselves. Your own employment context, your partner’s needs and feelings, and your energy level are all factors that need to be considered as you move forward together. 

Because you are thinking future, I think we can take solace in the fact that using singular they/them is becoming more understood in many (North American) contexts and encountering ‘a they’ is less and less of an out-of-body experience. Yesterday I was at a car dealership in the Toronto outskirts with my partner, and when I gently asked the salesman not to call us ‘ladies,’ he responded by telling me about the TV show Billions (which I haven’t even watched yet) and its ‘gender-neutral’ character who uses they/them. Basically, he was letting me know that he’s aware of my deal in an awkward but kindly way, and he moved on quickly and well. (He had studiously avoided using any pronoun for me the entire time.) I see and believe that dating (or being) ‘a they’ will only become less and less of a thing in the coming years. And yes, we were potential customers aka people who were not to be alienated due to our privilege. I don’t know what would have happened if we met on equal footing in his private life. However, I choose to believe that people usually don’t suck, even if only because refusal takes more energy than just going with it.

That said, I have long accepted that being me requires my close people in my life to do some extra work. And many of my close people have particular needs that require extra work from me as well. However, the kind of extra work that I need takes on a bit more visibility and attention sometimes. At moments when you are already tired, or already nervous, they-ing your partner to a stranger or mere acquaintance can be a coming out that you might just have no energy for. Or, it might actually put you at a disadvantage in some workplaces.

I strongly believe that owning up to this humanness and walking beside your partner as a co-conspirator and comrade is your best strategy. Long term, you are far more likely to break up because you keep a lofty standard that burns you out and makes you resent your partner, than if you are real about the ways in which the world does and does not facilitate well-being for people who use gender-neutral pronouns (and our loved ones). Don’t let real societal barriers manifest in your relationship as a refusal of those barriers. Be real with each other, talk about when/where you need to do the work and where/when your partner really just doesn’t have to know or care (like far away from anyone they would ever know), and ensure that you always have external, non-judgmental supports who are not each other.

And lastly, I asked my partner if it does easier: yes!

My very best to you both, and write back some time,