(submitted by Rogue of Life)

If Chiaki’s not dead then her existence’ll have no meaning

I mean, All she did till now is making friend with Hinata (some random boy met at water fountain), missing him (after few days playing game together), get 77th class get along (except Komaeda because he’s a weird kid, no one care about and having nice butt. And maybe this happened offscreen because I don’t see Chiaki getting her classmate along that much, 1 episode, I think). No offend to Chiaki but I don’t think her existence’s important to the plot (if she’s not dead).To me her existence just for satisfying Hinanami fan, nothing more. To be honest, I care more about how they make AI Chiaki than watching some useless shit about Chiaki’s missing Hinata. I really like Chiaki and her relationship with Hinata in the game. But, in the anime all things about Chiaki just feel so forceful and kind of out of character to me. And if she’s not dead to trigger 77th class despair or sth her existence’ll be nothing but fanservice (If this really happen I wish she never appeared in the anime. AI Chiaki’s enough for me). And I’m sorry all Chiaki fans out there who want she live and happy, this’s just my opinion and I’m not trying to offend anyone.

Btw, after a week of worrying and sadness. My son Komaeda, surviving a plane crashed, singing and showing his butt, is now my reason to live.

AN ~ @fitzsimmvns prompted: Daisy finds Fitz after another discouraging Maveth lead. Set during the S2/3 hiatus, hurt/comfort.

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They all knew by now to stay out of his way when he came back from his missions in the outside world. Either he was riveted, excited, unstoppably determined to make the next discovery, or he was all seething rage, disappointment and frustration, emanating a silent force of warning.

Today was one of the latter.

Fortunately, he’d also grown better at handling his own emotions, and was no longer so destructive about it. It helped that the path to his room was now clear, free of temptations, but all the same it was an effort to keep himself relatively gathered until he reached the sanctuary of his room before letting his emotions overwhelm him. When the rage and frustration won over, he’d lash out. He’d broken a few of his possessions this way, and thrown around a good few more that had fortunately endured their battering with grace. It was when the disappointment and heartbreak won, though, that he truly feared. He found it drained away the fuel from the rage, until it seemed the future he was looking at was a deep, dark pit. It was a world of grey, devoid of colour and light. It was a world of his failure, and her absence. It was a world he was becoming increasingly familiar with, these last few weeks.

Fitz slammed his door shut, already feeling the draining begin and trying to reverse the process. He picked up a large, ageing manuscript from his bedside table and clenched his fists so hard his knuckles whitened against its cover – yet, already, he had lost the direction in which he’d been intending to throw it. He’d lost the motivation, entirely, to choose a new trajectory. He could see the void, opening up before him already. He dropped onto the bed, hunched over the book and clutching it to his chest as some kind of reminder, some final lifeline to the flicker of hope that still must burn, surely, for her existence.

Sitting there, alone, he cried.

He finally cried the tears that had been building up with every hope and hopelessness he’d taken with surprising resilience and calm outside these doors. He cried some forceful, sobbing tears, yelping and whimpering with pain, but mostly they were silent, and hopeless. As they settled on his face, they were cold, sharp and metallic. He didn’t wipe them away. Why bother? There was no-one here to see them, to judge them, not yet. Instead, he sat on his bed, practicing breathing to loosen his deathly grip on the precious lifeline of a book in his arms, and to steady himself in the wide, hopeless, Jemma-less, idea-less void in which he now hung.

A soft knock on the door alerted him to someone’s presence. With a deep breath, he beckoned them in, and Daisy entered gently, as unobtrusively as possible, and shut the door behind her. He could see the shadows of tears in her eyes, and her own worry and stress in the way she clawed at the arms of her jacket.

“Do you want to talk about it?” she asked.

Fitz shook his head. Maybe he was hoping this whole trip would disappear from his memory, maybe he was ashamed, maybe he just didn’t know where to begin, but either way, he’d be glad to put it behind him.

“Do you want a hug?” Daisy offered.

Fitz nodded, and shuffled to make room for Daisy. She smiled gently as she settled into the space he’d left, and hugged him tightly, holding herself too him like she was a sponge that could soak up all his misery and heartbreak. She held onto him until her arms started aching, and longer when he hugged her back, and bent so that his head could almost rest on her shoulder.

“Are you okay?” she wondered, seeing the tears on his cheeks. His lips quivered, afraid of voicing his fears aloud.

“What if…” he croaked, “what if she’s really gone?”

Daisy took a deep breath, unsure how to answer. She was still well within a grieving process of her own, as she’d begun to accept the likelihood that Simmons wasn’t coming back well before Fitz’ increasingly frequent series of breakdowns. She couldn’t offer him hope that Simmons was still alive, let alone coming back, but she couldn’t say nothing. He was practically shaking in her arms with fear and grief, and Daisy could hardly dare to imagine the sheer agony that he must be facing, to lose someone he’d loved as much, and for as long, as he had Simmons.

“If she is…really gone…” Daisy assured him, though the thought was still hard to face even after all the time she’d had to adjust to the idea. “If she is really gone, then you’re still here. That still matters, okay?”

Fitz nodded, drawing a ragged breath.

“I know that.”

“It’s okay that you’re upset,” she continued. “You know that too, right?”

Fitz nodded again, more tears slipping down his cheeks as he took her care and validation to heart. Seeing he was clearly overwhelmed, Daisy stopped trying to engage. She drew her hand in a soothing motion up and down his arm until she felt his breathing settle and even out.

“Thanks,” Fitz mumbled eventually, sitting up and finally wiping his cheeks.

“Any time,” Daisy assured him, smiling softly as she checked that he really was okay. “Hey, have you eaten today?”

Fitz shrugged.

“Not since the airport, but-“

“Alright. That’s the next stop then. Wanna come to the kitchen with me or have a night in?”

Fitz looked around his bedroom, littered with books and papers from his relentless search. He sighed and gestured to the doorway, and then followed Daisy out into the kitchen. Already, she was babbling contentedly about a new technique she was learning and how much of a hard-ass May was being. She probably knew he wasn’t paying attention. Fitz promised himself to ask her to recount some of her stories when his mind was on the ball, but for now he was content to follow her to the kitchen and help her keep him in the land of the living after his hardest blow in this quest so far.

Tomorrow, he promised himself, and tried to relax. Tomorrow. At least for now, there was the spring in Daisy’s step and the shine of her eye, even after all she’d been through, to remind him.

my co-worker told me i have an “off putting” personality. that im an “acquired taste”. apparently this was a compliment? a very poorly worded compliment. 

Punk AU preview

Since I’m super into this new sambucky punk AU, here’s a little something.

Bucky Barnes was from Brooklyn. This is something he knew in every ounce of his being; from the tips of his ears to his toes he knew where he came from, where he belonged.

It was damn sure not New Jersey.

Every day at 2:15 when the last school bell of the day rang, Bucky threw his backpack over his shoulder and headed outside to meet his sister, Becca.

Today is Bucky’s last day of school, forever. Fuck what his parents tell him. He doesn’t need college or trade school. He’s going places all on his own.

He doesn’t say goodbye to anyone or receive any well wishes as he exits the classroom. Bucky is known as the weird kid who moved from New York City in 8th grade and never bothered to make any friends. Hell, the only person Bucky ever calls is his weed dealer Danny.

Bucky walks past the ‘congratulations class of ‘81’ banner and out the doors of the school to where Becca’s waiting for him.

“You did it, Bucket!” She says, smiling affectionately at him.

Bucky can’t help but return her smile. “I did! Finally out of his hell hole.”

Becca rolls her eyes, “Come on,” she spots the school’s football quarterback that she’s been crushing on for months and gives him a little wave, “it’s not all bad.”

Bucky scoffs, “You’re just saying that because you have friends.”

“Well you could have friends too if you weren’t too cool for everyone here.”

Bucky knows she’s teasing him, but he’ll still swear on his dying breath that he is really cooler than everyone else at Bridgewater-Raritan high school. He’s cooler than everyone else in the entire town of Bridgewater. “It’s not my fault that everyone else is a loser in this state.”

“Wow, that’s not an overgeneralization or anything.”

Bucky shrugs. It’s not.

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So I still love Tamal and Nadiya the best but like Selasi <3

and that weird ginger kid who made his jaffa cakes upside down like who does that? and the old woman who listens to her cakes sing to know they’re done and that guy who solves all his baking problems by adding alcohol

and benjamina <3 <3 <3

it’s going to be a good year for bake off

junpeppers  asked:

For the post with Bleach/Naruto having a weird "married with kids ending", you should try reading History's Strongest Disciple Kenichi. The author is male and he actually did the romantic development subplot fantastically! (Overall the manga is really well done too). Maybe it'll kinda shed the bad impression of male authors you might have with Kishimoto and Kubo

?? Never said I had a bad impression with male authors, 
Araki kind of did a good job with Joseph and Suzie Q, and Akira Toriyama with some couples in Dragonball Z, but I’ve only seen titbits of it.

It's A Funny Story Actually

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by I_Ship_Morethan_The_Average_B3ar

“Dad, how did you and Alec meet?” Magnus looked at his son, wide eyes staring up at him.
“It’s a funny story actually,” Magnus began, sitting up as his two children sat on the floor to listen intently.
Magnus Bane was popular. He’d been popular since he’d started school. He was a dancer, a performer. He was always confident and charismatic and never quiet, ever. He was popular in his very last year of High school and was definitely still popular when he went to college.
Alec Lightwood had never been popular. He’d been the weird kid who sat quietly in the corner, drawing or reading. He turned out to be an even quieter teenager who sat in the library. When he started college, he was the quietest guy around, always taking pictures of the sky and the trees.
It was in their final exam of their final year of school that their paths crossed in a rather unexpected way. It involved alcohol, Cabin Fever, running from teachers and a very unexpected kiss. But that was only the start of it.
“Cabin Fever?” Magnus’ eldest son interrupted.
“That’s not important. Do you want the story or not?”

Words: 973, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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I love this kid.

He’s only in Prisoner of Azkaban, and he has two lines:

“It’s among the darkest omens in our world. It’s an omen… of death.”

and don’t forget, the ever popular:

“It’s like trying to catch smoke… Like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands.”

It’s like okay, kid, we don’t know who you are, but go ahead and say the two most intense lines in the entire movie. I guess that’s cool. Whatevs.

A struggling school in Massachusetts cancelled homework for a year. Some experts say sending kids home with worksheets and projects actually makes it harder for them to learn, so Kelly Elementary’s principal got rid of homework for the 2016/17 term and extended the school day by two hours instead, all in hopes of boosting grades and saving the school. Source