the signs according to ME, based on what I've absorbed from tumblr even though I don't pay attention to 75% of the zodiac and might not be able to even name them all from memory
  • taurus: the impression I get is they're similar to aries in that they’re angry and stubborn? but the difference is that while aries will clock you in the jaw, taurus will hold a grudge for the rest of your born days. your born days, not theirs, because they’re going to outlive you out of spite
  • gemini: is what I think comes next? anyway apparently geminis are very social and bubbly and they're people persons (people people?), but also they’re supposed to be all two-faced and gossipy, because twins. which is very mean to say about twins.
  • cancer: no offense to anyone who is a cancer, but my Least Favorite Human that I've ever met is a cancer, so my perception is tainted. cancers cry a lot. all the time. about everything.
  • leo: you know, I honestly don't know what is associated with leo, besides... lion. so therefore, leos are brave. you might belong in august, where dwell the brave of heart. their daring, nerve, and chivalry set leos apart. congrats you're gryffindor now
  • virgo: or is it libra comes first? I think it's virgo. um, anyway, virgo is my moon sign. I respect virgo. the general sense I get is that they're very... anal and particular and organized? their lists are color-coded and have subheadings?
  • libra: or possibly virgo, depending on whether or not I switched the order. BUT YEAH SO, LIBRA, SCALES. ALL ABOUT THAT FAIRNESS AND JUSTICE. common room is next to the kitchen.
  • scorpio: uuuuuuuGHHHHHHHHHHHH I'M SO FED UPPPPPPP I am a scorpio but I don't WANNA BE a scorpio I'm so TIRED of everything being nothing but femme fatale tropes and byronic hero nonsense I'M NOT MYSTERIOUS!!! are people even mysterious in real life? also please stop talking about how sexually charged and passionate I am. please don't do this. you're making this uncomfortable for everyone and I wanna exchange my sign for something else
  • sagittarius: the sense I get is that sagittarius is best personified by a weird kid at summer camp who hardcore believes in aliens and whose knees are full of band-aids
  • capricorn: does capricorn come next? I don't honestly even know. I don't know anything about capricorns. they're represented by a goat though, so that automatically makes them better than every other sign. A MERMAID GOAT, NO LESS. listen, idk what capricorns are like, but I'm trading my star sign. I WANNA BE A MERMAID GOAT. I WANNA BE A MERMAID GOAT MORE THAN ANYTHING.
  • aquarius: the only thing I know about aquarius is that song in Hair
  • pisces: fish. has lots of emotions, but is pretty chill and creative? bunks with sagittarius at summer camp, but personally prefers cryptids to aliens

anonymous asked:

hi! this is a bit of a strange question but i was wondering: how do you deal with fandom frustration? when you love fandom content but frequently feel frustrated by a large portion of the fan base? i'm a fandom baby in a lot of ways and sometimes though i feel like a jerk, it's so hard not to let other people overpower my experience. i love hearing your thoughts on everything in general, but. if you have the time i'd love to hear your thoughts on this as well. hope you have a nice day. :)

hmm! this is a great question and one I’m not 100% sure of how to answer, because for the most part I have had very positive fandom experiences. but when it comes to making your fandom experience as relaxed & fun as possible, here are my tips:

1) accept right now and forever that everyone does fandom differently, and everyone is in fandom for different reasons and to get different things out of it. it doesn’t matter if people don’t ship what you ship. it doesn’t matter if they write stories of which the summary makes you recoil in horror. they are not doing this at you. accept that you are going to do you, and everyone else is going to do themselves, and unless their shit spills over into your personal space (see point 3)) then there is literally no point in trying to control the fannish experience that anyone else is having. fandom’s a large space! there’s room for everyone! 

so the thing to do is:

2) CURATE YOUR FANNISH EXPERIENCE. I’ve been doing this since ye olde days of livejournal and do it even more intensely now. essentially: find the people you like, and the parts of fandom you like, and carve out your own corners where you can hang with like-minded people. you don’t have to be right in the thick of it, reading everything, interacting with everything and everyone. you don’t have to track all the tags which are crammed full of stuff that annoys you. you can take it slowly, and be discerning.

if you want to read meta, find the people who write it and follow them. ditto art. learn to embrace ao3’s excellent search function, and to use a tumblr blacklist. if you want to read fic and are bemoaning the fact that none of it is quite what you want: write your own! enthuse about your ideas on tumblr! leave prompts on kinkmemes! befriend some writers! I have to admit I am still pretty lost when it comes making friends on tumblr because the etiquette is bizarre and variable, but hey: the messaging system exists, askboxes exist, comments on ao3 exist. sure, different people have different levels of openness to making new bosom friends, but nobody minds being engaged. we’re in fandom to be fannish, together. 

3) if people are being jerks in your space, block ‘em. ignore ‘em. delete ‘em. I am not even remotely internet famous enough to be at risk of being deluged by trolls, but on the rare occasions that I’ve engaged in good faith and subsequently decided that I was being concern-trolled, I’ve noped cheerfully out of there. the few accusatory or unpleasant anon (because they’re always anon!) messages that have landed in my inbox, I’ve deleted without batting an eye. sometimes I share it with a friend via chat or email and we have a laugh about it, and that helps settle any residual hurt or irritation that I might feel. I’m a grown fucking woman. I keep a calm sympathetic face while being shouted at, cried on, confided in, manipulated, and projected onto, for a living. and I have zero qualms about policing the boundaries of the spaces I’ve carved out for myself–the fun, creative, relaxing, incredible places–in fandom.

4) manage your entitlement. just remind yourself every so often that nobody owes you the next chapter of that story, or the exact piece of art you want to see, or the paragraph-long comment, or the attention you crave, or the whole-hearted agreement you seek. remember that everyone has their own lives, and you’re never seeing the full picture. be gracious. be kind. try to resist the urge to snipe and snark and finger-point and complain in public; I enjoy a bit of fandom bitching as much as the next person, but I inflict it all on my friends, in chat.

5) the flipside of this is: show appreciation of the things you like. comment on that story. reblog that art with a furious tag spiral of capslock (creators LOVE tag spirals). put together a rec list–this is also a great way to show people what kind of things you like, so people who share your tastes know who to gravitate towards.

if you are frequently frustrated by a large portion of the fanbase, anon, then ask yourself: are you reading the comments? ie. are you making yourself engage with parts of fandom where people have THE WRONG OPINIONS and are writing your beloved characters THE WRONG WAY? if so: just scroll past. don’t read it. unless you really enjoy an argument, don’t feel obliged to reblog it with a detailed explanation of why they’re wrong: you’re gonna frustrate yourself and, yes, maybe end up looking like a jerk. just shrug and move on. maybe this isn’t the corner for you.

I have been following my own advice in this regard for almost 14 years. I’ve kept a handful of enduring and awesome friends from most of the major fandoms I’ve been part of, and I’m still making new ones, and I’ve (mostly) managed to avoid wank. I write what I like, and I read what I like, and I try to communicate generously and enthusiastically with people who are creating the things that I enjoy.

tl;dr - seek out the things that make you feel good, and follow them. weed out the things that make you feel bad, and ignore them. it’s fandom. it can be as serious or unserious as you like, but it IS supposed to be fun.

jannock-jess  asked:

Tumblr Mom, I keep seeing posts about Hunger Pangs and I'm so torn because, I'm like super ace and don't have any interest in erotica??? But I am super interested in your writing and the characters and the plot?? So I guess my question is what is your rough estimate of what the plot-to-sexytimes ratio is going to be? (I'll probably wind up buying it either way just because I love your writing lol)

oh! Oh you don’t know! I’m also writing the book without smut for those who don’t want to read that :)

It will likely come out a few months after the initial book comes out because well, I am not just printing the book sans sex scenes, I’m replacing them with what I suppose in fanfic would be termed “missing moments” so all the soft fluff and character moments authors get told to cut out of their work because it bogs down the narrative.

It’s still quite heavy on displays of physical affection, but there’s no actual sex and the scenes that would normally lead up to sex have been changed to reflect that. So much less handsy in the sense of “I can’t keep my hands off you, I must have you!” and more “why can’t I stop touching this idiot, look how cute they are, oh gosh their hair is doing the thing, I can’t believe I’m spending eternity with this asshole, I love them.”

It’s been a lot of fun to do in tandem and I hope it will be just as much enjoyed.

But to answer your question, the erotica version of the manuscript is very heavy on sex scenes, I’m not sure how many but there’s entire chapters dedicated to just scenes. I have been told however by some friends who also identify as ace that they don’t mind the sex scenes because I tend to write heavily toward the emotional side of things, and they’re able to enjoy the very obvious love and care the characters have for each other. Even if one of them is tied up.

So, for whatever that’s worth, thank you for being interested in my work. I really, god, really hope it lives up to expectations, I’m so nervous you have no idea.

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this show normally never makes me cry except that 1 episode in season 7, but god dammit Berens got me TWICE I’m disowning him

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What’s My Line?

The Definition of Reality Series, pt 3 (ao3)

pt 1, The Legend of Kent Parson’s Sex Hair (tumblr) (ao3)

pt 2, You’re My Open Road (tumblr) (ao3)

Four months after the road trip, Swoops and Kent are having a last hurrah in Kent’s bed before preseason starts and they have to start sneaking around again.

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anonymous asked:

"Thank you for existing. 💗 Send this to 10 people who you think deserve a sweet and kind message in their inbox 💕" as a prompt

“What the hell am I supposed to do with this?” Seung-Gil questions his Tumblr mobile app. He gets chain messages all the time, annoying spam comments on his YouTube page and god, he doesn’t want to even count how many stupid articles his family spreads on Facebook touting them as absolute. But this?


What the hell is he supposed to do with this?

His first instinct is to just delete it. He gets dozens of messages from being a prominent YouTube personality anyways; it’s plausible that asks like these would be lost among the usual loud squeeing and people begging for him to follow their mediocre fan blogs. But Phichit has been nagging him that he seems unapproachable and it’s a good thing to interact with fans and build up a friendly rapport. It’s easy for Phichit to say something like that. Phichit Chulanont is the sun, the moon and the stars wrapped up in a twenty-two year old Thai man’s body, exuding confidence and personality and helpful makeup advice. Meanwhile, Seung-Gil is the grouchy ass that lives with him and works the camera fifty percent of the time. The other fifty percent is when Phichit mans the camera to film Seung-Gil doing covers or original compositions on his Yamaha keyboard. He’s sure his fanbase is comprised of people that love Phichit, and people that love Seung-Gil’s looks.

Phichit comes in through the front door to their apartment while Seung-Gil deliberates, small brown package in his hands. “My new brushes are here! Time for an unboxing video!” Phichit cheers. Seung-Gil grunts in response, thumb over the trash can icon. “Whatcha doing?” Phichit asks, cause he’s always been a nosy shit like that. He strides over to the couch, plops down next to Seung-Gil, and takes the phone out of Seung-Gil’s hands to scroll through his messages. Seung-Gil wants to say that Phichit can do that sort of thing because he’s Phichit and Phichit is the type of person that does what he wants and will gladly pull you along for the ride. He doesn’t say anything, not even when Phichit’s eyes glance over at him curious and Seung-Gil suddenly finds it hard to swallow.

“I got a chain message just like this a few days ago,” he comments. Seung-Gil grunts, feeling his lungs squeeze as Phichit gets comfortable against his side. 

“Yeah,” he continues, either blissfully ignorant of how stiff Seung-Gil is or is reveling in Seung-Gil’s awkwardness. “Actually, I think this one is the message that I passed onto you.”

“Why did you send it anonymous if it was you?”

“Because that spoils the fun!” Phichit pouts and it’s very annoying and very cute at the same time. Seung-Gil hates how Phichit can be like that sometimes. It’s frustrating, mentally and sexually. 

“Don’t send me anymore. It clogs up my inbox,” Seung-Gil complains.

“Were you going to delete it?”

“Since I know it was you, yeah. I’m deleting it.”

“Oh come on. They’re nice! It’s brightening someone’s day by leaving a nice ask in their inbox!”

You’re already brighter than a fucking supernova, I don’t need an ask from you to have a bright day, is what Seung-Gil wants to say. He just scoffs and clicks his tongue instead.

“In what way is it nice to have a message copy and pasted without any sort of personalization?”

Phichit thinks for a second. “…Well, when you put it like that.” He huffs. “Fine then, delete it if you want. I’m going to get the camera to do the unboxing.” He places the brushes on their coffee table and rises to his feet, betraying in no way that he’s upset by the way that he walks. Five seconds later, Seung-Gil realizes that was a pretty dickish thing to say and face palms. 

They do the unboxing video, then make a dinner comprised of boxed macaroni and cheese that has more cheese than noodles. Phichit talks about video ideas while Seung-Gil listens and nods his head and offers up some opinions even though he doesn’t know shit about makeup. He’s learning though. Just so he can help Phichit if needed. Not for any other reason. Nope.

When they go to bed, Phichit says goodnight from his bedroom door with a smile on his lips. Seung-Gil says goodnight back, and retreats to his bed where he edits his videos for a few quiet minutes, then opens up Tumblr on his phone and goes to Phichit’s ask box.

Phichit gets an ask notification at around three in the morning that reads:

I appreciate everything you do. You are a pleasure to see and talk to. I like it when you smile. I like your voice. Thanks for existing. 💘

The message is very short and blunt. It also puts the stupidest of smiles on Phichit’s face.

dracarys--stormborn  asked:

I know I'm kinda late but how do you feel about the TVD finale and what they did to Stefan? Especially when they said that Damon's better than him? Also, Stef had more chemistry with Elena while she was unconscious than any Delena scene lol.

So, as you all know by now I didn’t actually watch the finale, but I read about what happened on Tumblr and I saw a couple of gif sets, so I do have a couple of thoughts about the finale.

- About what they did to Stefan: I’m not going to lie, I would’ve preferred it if Stefan and Elena would’ve been allowed to ride off into the sunset together because they’re the only couple that made sense as endgame all along, literally the only couple. But since it was made abundantly clear that wasn’t going to happen, I’m actually quite happy with how it turned out. Because not only did Stefan do what he always does, which is stepping up and keeping those he loves safe, he also found peace, and not just peace, oh no, he was reunited with his very best friend and I kind of found that heartwarming. It wasn’t the happy ending I hoped for when I started watching, but under the given circumstances, I really think it was the best ending possible for us Stefan stans.

- About what he said about Damon: I’m not even mad, the show has been using other characters to prop up Damon through dialogue for years now. Stefan always excused Damon’s behavior, he always made it seem like something Damon was not, he always gave Damon credit even though he never deserves it, he has been pushing Elena back to Stefan since season five, so what Stefan said in the finale didn’t get to me because, well, it was big fat bullshit but it was nothing new.

- About the DE scenes: first of all, let me just say how happy I am they didn’t even get a conversation. Like, they hugged, they kissed, they held hands, and that’s it. I was prepared for something much, much, much worse. And then there’s the painful, hilarious lack of chemistry between them. Because not only did Ian choose to kiss Nina’s chin instead of her lips (no amount of slowmotion and over the top lighting and fancy camera angles can hide that, dear TVD crew), he also couldn’t even be bothered to not look constipated when he held her hand. Like, those scenes were so bad it still makes me laugh and it’s been weeks. xD 

- About Katherine’s “comeback”: I only have one thing to say: what were the writers thinking??????

- About endgames: when it comes to endgames, I have to say I found SE to come out looking best. Not only because of the fact that DE didn’t even spend the afterlife together (we’re supposed to believe they’re ‘epic soulmates’ but it was like Elena just lived her life as best as she could because she owed Stefan that and then she bailed as soon as she died xD) but also because of that final SE scene, the physicality, the chemistry. Yes, sure, the dialogue was about Caroline and Damon, but just look at that scene. Mute the scene and look at it, and it’s our beautiful SE endgame. Nina and Paul brought their A game one last time and it is something to be grateful for. Over the course of eight seasons, SE got the best lines, the best scenes, the best chemistry, SE actually had it all and the series finale reconfirmed that. They’re endgame, guys. Maybe not ‘technically’, but they looked and felt like the real endgame couple. Plus, that scene of Elena writing in her diary near his grave… Like, the diaries were something that connected them and when they got together, they didn’t need them anymore because they had each other to talk to instead, and as soon as they were apart, they started writing in those diaries again. Stefan was always the one Elena could truly be herself with, and now that he died, she dug up her diary and wrote in it while looking at the crypt where he was buried and there’s something morbidly poetic about it. It’s SE, it has always been SE. (I also have to add I loved that Elena left her necklace on his grave or whatever, because if Kevin did one thing right in that final episode, it was making sure everyone knew that necklace was always meant to be an SE symbol, he righted JP’s wrong with that and it’s awesome because now DE is actually literally left with nothing. Think about it.)

- And last but not least, about me being petty: and this is me being really petty, but can I just say how hilarious it is that Stefan chose to die rather than spending a single day married to Caroline? xD

anonymous asked:

So hi my birthday is on the 7th of March and nothing would make me happier than a designation miracle fic. Could I have something short for my birthday. Please with rainbow sprinkles and a cherry on top? Perhaps something a bit angsty but hopeful at the same time? Thanks so much in advance if you have time for this. I love your writing. Keep up the amazing work. Many feels and best wishes.

Midorima ignores the other boy when he stays for late practice. Instead, he focuses on shooting the ball, over and over again, even past the point when he’s tired.

“Why do you practice so hard?” Takao asks, and Midorima jerks slightly. If he’d been shooting the ball at the time, he might have missed. “You don’t even know if they’ll let you play in a game.”

Midorima doesn’t know what to do with this human. Takao had seen him when he was most vulnerable and had been incredibly kind, and Midorima isn’t sure what to do with either of those things. Every time Takao is nearby, Midorima simultaneously hopes he’ll start talking to him and also dreads it. He wonders what it is called when you want someone close but you also kind of resent their existence in your life. He’s never felt so conflicted about anything before and he hates it.

Just ignore him, Midorima vows. But then Takao moves away, and Midorima’s heart speeds up, and he really doesn’t want him to leave so he says, “There is no point in doing anything unless I put all of my best effort into it.”

Takao smiles, (and Midorima still has no idea what he’s supposed to do with that smile, that smile is far too unreadable and it distresses Midorima greatly), and he says, “How odd. I have a hard time imagining the other Miracles devoting themselves to hard work and effort.”

“Yes, well,” Midorima says, turning away, a familiar bitterness churning in his gut, “They could afford not to.”


It is not that there was any one Group that had it easier than the rest. Midorima can recognize that, now. And they were all trying to prove they were Successes, they were all trying to prove that they were worthy enough to live.

It’s just that Midorima never had the luxury of pretending it was any other way. GM - G7283 always knew he was expendable.


“You’re easy to make, you know,” his creator says, and she sounds so bored. “Not like the others. You’re replaceable.”

There were four other people who had the same face as him. Two, now. But somehow he suspects maybe there are others he hasn’t seen. Maybe rows and rows of him, all waiting for him to fail and take his place. He’d seen one of the scientists break a microscope once. Then she opened up a closet and there were twenty other microscopes on the shelf.

It was like that, he figures. Other Green Sevens just like him all kept somewhere on a shelf waiting for him to break.


“To tell you the truth, this Project Group is boring. I’d rather work on one of the others.”

“Hush, you. You want to be assigned to the Black Fours? Or the Orange Threes? No thank you.”

“But at least they have a challenge. We’ve mastered telekinesis, we’ve got all we’re going to out of this Group.”

“Not quite. We don’t have the best yet. When we have the best, we’ll close it down. Any maybe it’s not as ‘challenging’ as the others, but at the end of the day, at least the Green Sevens work and we have job security.”

“It’s not like they’re going to fire us.”

“Don’t be an idiot. The stuff we’re doing—there’s a whole lot worse that could happen than being fired.”

Green wonders if they know he can hear them. They probably don’t care. Or maybe they think he can’t understand.

But he does understand.

They need the best, so he has to be the best.

(And even if he is the best—that doesn’t mean anything. They can make another just like him. It’s not hard).


When the others start playing games, he thinks, Ah, how easy they have it.

It must be what Black feels—what Orange and Brown and White all felt—to see the others so confident in their own Success, that they can relax when they’re on a mission.

He is a Success, he’s proven that, but he knows he has to keep proving that, over and over again.


“You’re an interesting guy, Shin-chan,” Takao says, taking him out of his memories.

And Midorima just pushes up his glasses, not looking at Takao, as he says, “No, I’m not. I am very boring.”

Takao bursts out laughing, and Midorima doesn’t know what to do with that laugh, anymore than he knew how to handle that smile. “No, you’re definitely not. You’re one of a kind.”

Midorima winces, but he doesn’t think Takao sees. “There are others like me.”

“Shin-chan, I can say with one hundred percent certainty, there is no one else like you.”

Midorima’s heart beats faster for no discernible reason. He wants to believe it, wants someone to believe it, even if he can’t, so he doesn’t correct Takao on that point.


Days, months, years, and Takao still believes there’s no one else like Midorima. And because Takao believes it, Midorima starts to believe it too.

A/N: Happy Birthday, anon-friend!! It is still March 7th for me, so I hope it is for you too! I am glad you enjoy this series =D  I haven’t written MidoTaka in awhile, so I hope this was OK— it’s set some time early in the “Don’t Blink” timeline. And “angst with hope” is pretty much my all I know how to do =P I hope you have an absolutely lovely day!! Happy Birthday!!!!!!

2017 Phan

I like how the phandom has decided that 2017 is the year Dan and Phil will come out, move and get a dog (also possibly get married but like honestly isn’t that supposed to happen in 2022?). And whenever Dan and Phil say they’ll do anything (upload a video, do a joint lveshow etc) we get really excited and we’re like ‘YES, this is IT, guys. They are coming out as a couple. They are anouncing that they got a puppy, they got engaged and that they will soon move. I know it. I just KNOW it. I CAN FEEL IT!’. And then it ends up being just another pleasant, domestic, funny video and we just stand there like ‘wut’ for a bit and then we find a new thing to scream about (eg THEY WERE NOT WEARING ANY PANTS)

Kiss the Cook

@freshmangotea said - domestic elams attempting to make dinner. I’ve got to say, I’ve never worked with the trio before and am sort of half in love with them.

Eliza’s feet were thudding faintly, her blue pumps dangling in one hand. There were days, few and far between though they were, when she regretted her promotion. Certainly, her voice traveled farther across the table with the board than on the floor of the group home, but she missed seeing the kids every day. Mostly, she regretted losing the easy kinship with them she’d so painstakingly built. Other times, she just missed her tennis shoes.

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anonymous asked:

Hey I'm re-submitting this with Akashi, Midorima, Kuroko, Himuro and Kagami being looked after by their s/o when they're ill. (I'm so sorry about last time my tumblr glitched and said your ask box was still open gomennasai *covers face*)

Lol you’re okay anon! I’m glad you could catch the box when it was open ^^ but I do think it might’ve been my fault as well because I sometimes forget to change both the ask box message as well as in my blog. Anyways, here you go! And, as always, I must apologize for being so late >.<

Kuroko Tetsuya - Kuroko was sound asleep when you walked into the room. The poor boy was coughing up a storm when you left earlier to go prepare some soup for him. You walked up to his bedside and sat down next to him, holding onto his warm hand.

“Please get better soon, Kuroko…” you whispered to him.

Kuroko shifted in his bed, letting out very soft noises. His eyes and cheeks twitched briefly until he settled down.

“_______….” he said, half asleep and half awake. He coughed a couple of times.

“Yes, Kuroko…?” you asked, leaning forward.

“…it’s cold without you,” he said with a troubled expression.

You frowned, contemplating what to do with that statement. You sighed and got up, walked around the bed to the side that was vacant, and slipped inside the covers. You knew this was a bad idea because he was extremely sick but Kuroko’s vulnerable and concerned expression when he said that made your heart melt.

Kuroko turned, his eyes fluttering open slightly in order to locate where you were, and he put his arm on your waist, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Thank you.”

Kagami Taiga - “Say ahhh…” you gestured to Kagami while holding the thermometer. He looked at you with your mouth open for sake of demonstration, and reluctantly opened his own. You placed the thermometer underneath his tongue and then ruffled his hair. “Good boy.”

Kagami scowled at your actions. “Why are you treating me like a child?”

“Because you look just as vulnerable as any child right now~” You cooed, smiling brightly at him.

When the thermometer beeped, you took it out of his mouth and looked at the temperature, frowning. “You’re heating up…” You pulled off his blankets, surprising him. Your hands went to the buttons on his shirt and began to undo them.

“What they hell are you doing?!” A very flustered Kagami yelled at you.

“You’re dressed to the toe with such a high fever…you need to cool down a bit,” you said as you unbuttoned the last button and pulled apart his shirt, gazing down on his sweat-glistening abdomen and chest. “Oh wow, this is actually more erotic than I had anticipated…”

“T-That’s why-” Kagami pulled the blanket over him again, “you shouldn’t do things like that! Just because I’m sick doesn’t mean you can do whatever the heck you want with me!”

You frowned and got up from the side of his bed. “Oh really? Then let’s see how you manage to take care of yourself alone.” You walked out of his room and shut the door behind you, just to spite him. Kagami, thinking you were joking, pouted to himself. However, when you hadn’t come back after five minutes, he grew uncomfortable.


Midorima Shintarou - “Shintarou!” you yelled at the green-haired boy when you saw him up out of bed and watching the TV from inside the kitchen. “What are you doing here?!”

Midorima sniffled and pushed his glasses upwards, attempting to ignore you. When you yelled his name out once more, he sighed. “Can’t you see? Oha-asa is broadcasting today’s fortunes.”

You walked up to him and whacked his arm with a book. “You’re supposed to be in bed getting rest. You’re sick, remember?”

Midorima scowled and turned away from your angry face. “I’ve told you already, _____-chan. I am not sick. At least, not enough to disable me to a bed. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must go out and buy clothespins,” Midorima said as he viewed his lucky item on the screen.

When Midorima began to walk away from you, you grabbed his arm, causing him to jerk backwards. He glared at you. “You’re not leaving this house. No. Not until you’re better.”

“For the last time, _____-chan, I’m not sic-” On cue, he sneezed twice in a row. You raised an eyebrow at him with an amused look on your face. “That is insufficient evidence to say I am si-” He sneezed again.

You pulled on his arm. He stumbled the first few steps but then reluctantly followed you. “I’ll go out and get you whatever the hell it is you want but you have to promise me you’ll stay in bed, alright?”

Midorima felt somewhat nostalgic because you reminded him of his mother who used to take care of him when he was sick as a little kid. Of course, he never told you this, but instead just grudgingly agreed.


Himuro Tatsuya - Only the lords could explain as to why your boyfriend, even when down with a nasty cold, looked so irresistibly attractive. You smiled while setting down the hot bowl of chicken noodle soup when you saw him sleeping soundly. Leaning over, you brushed his silky black hair from his face, watching as some strands slivered from between your fingers.

Himuro groaned softly and opened his eyes, looking directly at you. You withdrew your hand and smiled at him. “Are you awake now?”

Himuro attempted to sit up when you urged for him to lie down. He protested and sat up anyway. “I made you soup,” you said while reaching for the tray on the bedside table and putting the bowl on it. You set the tray on his lap. Himuro smiled from the warmth radiating from the warm food. He smiled at you and mouthed a “thank you” (the poor boy had lost his voice too). Himuro winced from body pains as he moved his arm and you quickly got up to ask if he was okay. Obviously, he would nod and give you a considerate look.

You tied your hair back in a ponytail and took the soup spoon from his hand gently. He tilted his head at you like a little puppy being curious of something it’s seen for the first time. You dipped the spoon in the soup, blew on it to cool it down, then carefully brought it to Himuro’s lips. He was hesitant and confused at first, but eventually gulped it down. Your face was close to his because you were wary of spilling. Himuro leaned forward slightly and gave you a peck on the lips, causing you to blush.

“What if I get sick?!” You whacked his arm, causing him to groan in response.

He frowned at you as if to say “after just one little kiss?”

Akashi Seijuro - Akashi, cheeks as red as his crimson hair, reached for the glass on the bedside table while shivering like a newborn lamb. The expression on his face was so naive and vulnerable. He seemed like a child struggling to take care of himself on his own. When he finally lifted the glass of water and attempted to bring it to his lips, he sneezed, spilling almost all the water onto his bed sheets. He let out an exasperated sigh and shot you a glare when he heard you giggling on the chair next to his bed.

“Sei, you are very sick, no matter what you say,” you said while pulling out multiple tissues from the tissue box and handing them to your boyfriend.

He pressed the tissues down onto the damp blankets and then used one to blow his nose, “I am not sick. It’s just…a slight cold. I will recover almost immediately, as I always have,” he said, sniffling.

You got up out of your chair and pressed your hand against his forehead. He looked up at you with those striking eyes, almost as if to distract you from all the concerns you had. Biting your lip, you nodded. “Yeah, no… you’re staying in bed today. Don’t even think about getting up,” you said, throwing a blanket over his head.

Akashi pulled the blanket down his face so that only his eyes could be seen. He grabbed your wrist and you could sense he was smirking. “Then, will you warm me up by climbing in here with me? I might leave if there’s no one to supervise me.”

You blushed at his words and tried to shake off the grasp he had on your wrist. “Then you would get me sick too!”

The next morning, he was the one taking care of you.

anonymous asked:

Tbh I'm reaching a point where I'm like, fuck the bioware fandom. They adore characters like Solas and Jaal but treat Liam and Vivienne like shit. Cora also gets a bunch of needless hate. They call Blackwall a rapist, which (as an assault victim) I find trivializing. Treat Sebastian Vale like a religious fanatic who wants to burn Hawke at the stake for being a mage. It's like they can't view anything in layers and if they don't like a character they will invent reasons to hate them.

Well, I’m not so sure about speaking in such general terms, but without a doubt, it is a difficult line on which most BioWare characters are dancing. 

If you’ll excuse me for a second, I’m going to get real preachy with you for a second. Please, just bear with me on this one. I’m not going to promise that there is gonna be a point, but if you don’t mind, I’m going to rant at you for a minute. :)

When one is creating any sort of media product intended for large audiences (such as a big budget, AAA video game such as Andromeda or Inquisition), simplicity and complexity are… pretty heavily weighed against each other.

I’m gonna try to explain that.

Since there is the obvious analogy about a proverbial chain being only as strong as its weakest link, most things designed for wide appeal tend to be simple, they tend to stick to convention, they tend to make use of one’s confirmation bias, and not require one to put their aforementioned English Major/English Class hats on, or stepping outside of one’s comfort zone.

And many studios and developers still think of their audience, of that “one”, as a homogeneous mass of 13-25 year old, straight, white guys. This sounds a bit like the anti-millenial bullshit old journalists tend to spew in their impotent hatred towards anyone younger than them, but…. as much as this hurts to admit, there is a kernel of truth in that contemporary media, especially video games, are still very often treated as frivolous, simple entertainment, even by their own audience. (Hence, “it’s just a game” arguments.)

On the other hand, we on tumblr -myself included- tend to have a real boner for analyzing every single line, every syllable of every word uttered in our entertainment. Not only do we have our English Major hats, but also Social- and Media Studies hats, we become a bunch of part-time literary analysts (which I think is SO COOL), and try to look into the media we consume…. potentially (or most likely) deeper than many developers and studios intend.

The thing about BioWare is that… there are very few people who bother to think about the games they produce and consume both as products of contemporary entertainment media, and art. As a piece of literature. As something to analyze and criticize without denying its merits completely.

There are few who stop to think about Blackwall’s obvious 10+ year struggle with immense guilt, self-loathing, and obvious depression which made him believe himself unworthy of friendly- or romantic affection. (Btw, I’m so sorry you were made to feel that way. You definitely did not deserve any of that, and frankly, I don’t even understand where that claim came from? This is a digression, but seriously, someone please point me to an instance in which Blackwall doesn’t ask, and then wait diligently for explicit permission, initiation for, or enthusiastic participation in any physical contact. I’ll wait.)

There are few who stop to consider that when he makes the Big Controversial Claim, Sebastian’s home of god knows how long had just gone up in flames in front of his very eyes, consuming the woman who was a mother in place of his own in a flame of -in his eyes- self-righteous fury.

There are few who stop to think about Vivienne long enough to see just how gentle and caring a soul she is, if only you bother to show her that you are deserving of her kindness, and that you aren’t holding a dagger behind your back, just waiting for her to turn around and let her guard down.

These characters are very nuanced, they are written with so much care by people who Know Their Shit, and I feel even their hearts must bleed when they see what oversimplified, generalized opinions make of their darlings.

Because it is human nature for us to seek what is simple and convenient, especially in our entertainment. It is human to seek what is black and white, and for us to look at shades of grey, and push it one way or the other depending on our preconceived notions. It’s just how our brains look to eliminate uncertainty.

Which is, of course, an explanation, and not an excuse.

I know it’s disheartening. I definitely understand that, and I know it is so much easier to just not bother to write thinkpieces, to think deeply about stories, and just in general participate. I wouldn’t want anyone to do anything in their free time that they find exhausting or annoying. I get it. But I implore you, and everyone reading this, to not give up.

How else am I supposed to rain my long and ranty pieces on just how amazingly strong and sweet Sera is and how hard she is trying to understand things that had been denied her, is or just how much I appreciated that Liam was allowed to be angry without him devolving into a gross stereotype.

And for real fuck Solas tho. Jaal is a sweetheart and I don’t want to drag him into this because he is a character with his own merits, wouldn’t even mention him on the same day as Solas if I could help it because I think they have absolutely zero things in common, but, y’know, fuck Solas.

PSA: Stop demonizing all white people straight people and men on tumblr

This is gonna be long. And if anyone’s reading this you’re probably gonna get mad (but if the shoe doesn’t fit you really don’t have to be) but what I’m trying to say is actually really simple.

Stop demonizing all white people. Stop demonizing all straight people. Stop demonizing all men.

When I started tumblr last year I was under the impression that the people on this website for the most part pride themselves on being unconditionally loving, accepting, and in the pursuit of a more peaceful society. But slowly and more frequently I started to see more and more posts like this:

Exterminate all the straights

Stop dating white people

White people need to shut up

Men are disgusting

Straight people need to die

These are actual things I’ve seen actual people say on tumblr. Even more alarming than this alone, these types of comments typically get a lot of support from other people. And I can’t understand why some of the same people who are posting about feminism, Black Lives Matter, and lgbtq+ issues can turn around and post such hateful things to another group of human beings.

It seems to me that, not only is spreading this blind hate doing absolutely nothing to help the world become a better place for minority groups, but it is completely hypocritical and counterproductive.

The easiest thing for me to do is use myself as an example. I’m black in America. And I do not hate all white people nor make broad assumptions about them. This is because, while there are many white people who have and still are contributing to the maltreatment of my people, I’m fully aware that not all white people are bad. 

I’m also fully aware that there are people out there who hate me just because I’m black. There are people out there who want me dead just because I’m black. There are people out there who will make negative assumptions about me based on the sole fact that I am a black girl. 

But you know what? I don’t hate all white people anyway. Because hating all white people is no better than someone hating me because I’m black. 

Making hateful comments toward a group of people just because they belong to said group is never acceptable. It’s discrimination. And it’s no better than what a lot of men, straight people, and white people are saying about you.

If anyone’s reading this and they saw my example, they’d probably say to themselves ‘It sounds like himitsuno is trying to make an argument for reverse racism.’ But the definition of racism was never confined to one route. Racism is not a one way street. Hispanics who discriminate against black people are racists. Black people who discriminate against other black people are racists. If you’re discriminating against anyone for the color of their skin alone you are a racist. Period, no fine print necessary. 

You’re not excluded from the fundamental definition of racism just because you’re part of a minority group. And likewise, making hate comments toward straight people/men/white people is not acceptable just because they are the majority. You can’t advocate for love and acceptance while simultaneously slandering a separate subgroup of human beings. 

If you want to live in a more loving society you should behave as such. Because if you’re hating other people for belonging to a certain group, then you are ideologically no better than the same people you’re against.

There’s a mob mentality here on tumblr where if anyone says something defending these majority groups they are automatically evil. I never thought that, on a site as progressive as tumblr is supposed to be, saying that white people straight people and men should still be treated with respect would be something anger provoking.

This isn’t high school. Stop bullying people just because you think you can.

anonymous asked:

hey, I just wanted to say that while from a design perspective genderbends can be fun, they are harmful because they promote cissexist ideas of what a man or woman is "supposed" to look like, which harms trans and nonbinary people (such as myself). I'm not asking you to take it down or anything, but I am saying you should probably be more considerate in the future. thank you ^u^

Nope, I’m not going to be more “considerate”. But I don’t say this because I don’t see your point and want to be rude, just let me explain:

I am a woman and I look way less feminine than any genderswap I ever draw in my entire life. In fact, I look less feminine than most female characters I draw to the point that I do often get mistaken for a boy (my low voice and wardrobe choices play a large part in this) and still, I don’t feel less of a woman because of that and nobody should feel less of ANYTHING (no matter your gender, race, sexual orientation etc) because of a picture they saw on the internet. You are giving power and weight to things that have none, allowing stuff like a silly drawing I did in 10 minutes because I was bored to affect you. You should be more confident in yourself! :D I’m serious! I have a bunch of friends that are part of the LGBT community or were struggling with their gender identity in the past and I don’t give a damn about how they look and who they like. They’re my friends! And I’m happy to say that in return they don’t care about how I look or dress and about what I like to draw.

Long story short, drawing things in a certain way does not equal to say what that thing is  “supposed to be or to look like” such an idea doesn’t even cross the minds of most artists and for a good reason: we aren’t promoting ANYTHING. We do art for the sake of art :) 

There are, of course, artists who voluntarily inject politics and social themes in their art but most of us just portray characters the way we see fit, according to their backstory and/or our personal tastes. My aesthetic preferences may not match yours, but I am not here forcing you to like them. I am not saying “that’s how this thing should be” I am just expressing myself just like everyone else should be allowed to. There are tons of artists here on Tumblr that depict characters in ways that I personally don’t like (and be careful: I use LIKE as in ‘personal taste’, not because I feel like those depictions are harming me in any way, shape or form.) still I don’t go to their pages asking them to be more considerate. They are not being ‘unconsiderate’ of my feelings, they’re doing what they like and they have the RIGHT not to give a damn about how I feel towards their art. 

I hope this doesn’t sound rude because that was not my intention and that I was able to get my point across.


anonymous asked:

I'm glad I stumbled across your tumblr. Whenever I'm having a bad day I'll go through your tumblr. Thank you for putting a smile on my face. Your angst is amazing and inspiring.

I love feeding my fans the most delicious angst! I’m super glad I am able to influence positively your day ^___^

I’ll keep the angst coming!

As if I would ever be able to stop ;P

Here, let me give you a tasty bit of a super angsty thing I’m working on: a Soulmate AU where people are tied by red strings.

(more angst under the cut!)

When Madara arrives to the Nakano river for their weekly meeting, it’s to find that oaf of Hashirama moping, sitting on the rocky bank and swinging his naked feet into the water, a dark expression on his face.

Madara’s thoughts immediately go to the last time he found his friend like this and his heart lurches in his chest – that time Hashirama had just lost a brother. Did the only brother he has left…?

The Uchiha might snark and vehemently deny any affection for Hashirama in the other’s presence, but the boy with the atrocious bowl-cut and a heart full of dreams of peace has become his best friend. The thought of Hashirama going through something as awful as losing another brother – the last he has left – pains Madara.

Hesitantly, he approaches Hashirama, standing right beside him. “Hey, Hashirama,” he says, looking down at his friend. “What got you so down?”

Hashirama cranes his neck to look up at him, and Madara is immensely relieved to see that he isn’t crying – it can’t be that bad if Hashirama, prone as he is to tears, isn’t actually crying but only sulking.

Hashirama opens his mouth, already shaking his head, but Madara cuts him: “I don’t want to hear any bullshit about how ‘it doesn’t matter’. I asked, and you are going to tell me what’s bothering you.”

Hashirama frowns, black eyes meeting brown ones, but after a second he sighs and gives in, shoulders drooping. Madara inwardly cheers at being able to shake his friend from whatever dark pit his mind fell into.

“It’s Tobirama. Last week he saw his red string for the first time,” Hashirama says in a quiet, sad voice.

At the mention of the red string of fate, Madara’s eyes automatically fall on his own one, tied in a neat bow at the base of his right pinkie. The string sways with the gentle wind, Madara’s eyes following it until it blurs and seems to vanish into thin air.

Seeing one’s red string is supposed to be a joyous experience – it’s the proof that somewhere on this green earth, at the other end of that string, there’s someone who is their soulmate, a person who is a perfect match for them. Madara looks back up at Hashirama, and a question rises unbidden: in the face of such an auspicious happening, why is Hashirama so sad for his brother?

Is Tobirama’s string cut?

The thought makes Madara feel ill for a moment, and he can’t help but cradle his right hand and his own string to his chest. The thought that one day he might wake up and see it devoid of the slight tension pulling it, dangling limp and lifelessly - he can’t even bear to think about it,  that his soulmate might die before he even knows their name. (His name, because Madara at fourteen already knows where his interest lays.)

“Is…” Madara sits down beside Hashirama, observing him carefully for any signs of distress that might confirm his theory. “…is his string cut?”

Hashirama violently startles at the suggestion, cradling his left hand to chest much like Madara did just a moment ago – his string is likely tied to his left pinkie, then.

“No!” he shouts, horrified – but then he hesitates and looks away, kicking the water in frustration. “Maybe it would be better if it were.”

Madara can’t even wrap his mind around that – how can Hashirama hope for his brother’s soulmate to die? “Explain, now,” the Uchiha orders, frowning.

Hashirama sighs again, picking up a stone and turning it between his fingers. “The thing is that Tobirama’s string isn’t tied to his pinkie,” he says, holding up his own left little finger.

“Where, then? His big toe?” Madara asks, trying to make a joke – and he winces at his own failed attempt when Hashirama grimaces and shakes his head. His friend’s eyes are wide and shining with unshed tears when he looks up at Madara, miming choking himself by pressing his thumb and forefinger into his neck. “It’s tied around his neck - like a trap noose, trying to choke him. He says he can breathe just fine, but it’s tied so tightly it cuts the skin and it makes him bleed.” Hashirama’s hand leaves his neck to clench into a fist, knuckles white and bloodless.

“His soulmate is hurting him and I can’t do anything!” he shouts, chucking the stone into the water with anger.

Madara is frozen with horror, gaping. For the very symbol of true love to hurt someone- it’s unthinkable, it’s so wrong it feels like an abomination, like the corruption of something pure and holy the kami gifted them with. “How is he taking it?” he asks quietly, and Hashirama sighs again, carding a hand through his short black hair in obvious frustration.

“He’s Tobirama, how do you think he’s taking it?” he asks in return, his voice dry and rough. “He pretends it doesn’t bother him. He says this is simply a reminder that this soulmate business is just a weakness for a shinobi anyway.”

Hashirama often talks of his little brother, and from his description Madara got the picture of a stubborn little genius who takes too much after the old generation - those world would not be strange coming from his own father’s mouth.

“Does he really think that?” he wonders aloud, and Hashirama gives a bitter chuckle - a sound Madara would have never imagine his friend could make. “That’s what fathers wants to hear, and Tobirama gives it to him.” All tension seems to drain out of Hashirama, who deflates and leans against Madara, his head on the Uchiha’s shoulder. “I think he wants to believe it. Granny said that a string like that means that his soulmate hates him and will likely kill him.” Hashirama makes a tiny sound of distress. “How must it feel to know that your soulmate will never love you but hate you, and try to kill you?”

Madara represses a shiver, squaring his shoulders - he generally doesn’t like physical closeness, but in this precise moment Hashirama’s warmth is very welcome to chase the ghost of death away, and he doesn’t shake the older kid off.

The Uchiha heir doesn’t have an answer for Hashirama. He looks down at his red string and tries to picture it. Picture seeing hate glowing in the eyes of the man at the other end of it, seeing him brace a kunai rather than opening his arms to greet him and- And he quite can’t. It’s wrong, wrong, wrong.

Then he thinks of Izuna, who is Tobirama’s age and has yet to see his own string. He pictures seeing blood well on his throat from an invisible tread, choking him like a dying hare in a trap noose and-

“You need to find his soulmate and kill her. Or him, whatever,” Madara says, voice hard, and the irony of the role reversal isn’t lost on him.

Hashirama freezes against him, going completely rigid. “What…?”

“It’s the only way,” Madara says, standing up. “You can‘t let your brother die. Ask him to swear he will tell you when he meets his soulmate, then kill them.”

Hashirama jumps to his feet, eyes wide and shocked. “How can you ask me to kill Tobirama’s soulmate!”

Madara bares his teeth to his friend, the picture of Izuna’s dying smile in the forefront of his mind - kami knows how often that vision has haunted his nightmares. How can Hashirama not feel the same fear crushing his heart? “I don’t need your grandmother to know that a red string hurting its owner isn’t a good omen! How can his soulmate love him, when their string is killing him! Are you really going to risk Tobirama’s life like that? It’s your duty to protect him! If his soulmate doesn’t kill him, they are bound to hurt him in other ways. Are you going to stand there and let it happen!?”  

Hashirama pales, taking a step back - at the ripe age of almost fifteen, he of course must know all the ways humans can hurt each other, physically or not.

“You only have one brother left,” Madara says quietly, and he can’t quite tell if he’s talking to his friend or himself. “Are you going to let him die too?”

Hashirama is silent for a long moment, then shakes his head with decision, his brown eyes never leaving Madara’s black ones, making a silent promise: I won’t.

[continues with a damn lot of angst, because by the time Madara and Tobirama brush each other’s naked skin and see that they’re bound by the same string, Izuna is long since buried and Madara’s hate for Tobirama is an obsession. 

There’s a certain, perverse justice in this: their string appeared when they were kids, it was choking Tobirama long before he killed Izuna and thus earned Madara’s hate. Does that mean that Madara was fated to hate Tobirama? That Izuna was fated to die like he did?In the many sleepless night Madara soldiers through, he learns to make a sort of hateful, grieving peace with that.

If Izuna was fated to die, then Tobirama is fated to suffer. The Senju’s pain won’t bring Izuna back, but it eases the darkness rotting Madara’s soul, and that’s enough. Madara will hurt him, will drive him to a painful, slow death.]

Okay, I just have to say this, and I know a lot of you are going to send me death threats after this, but whatever…

I’m fucking tired of teen wolf fandom, tired about the shippers, tired about the producers, tired about the whole show.

I started to watch teen wolf since the very beginning, and believe it or not, this whole time I watched it I wasn’t ‘in’ this shipping stuff since a year and a half more or less.

I didn’t ship anyone with anyone, or actually: I didn’t care, I didn’t payed attention to that.

Scott could be with Allison, or not, Stiles could be with Cora or Lydia, Lydia could be with Aiden or with Jackson… I didn’t care about it.

I was there to watch the plot, to watch the new supernatural creatures they implement, to watch Scott (the actual main character) learn to be a werewolf, to watch him fight hunters, alphas, darach’s etc.

The show was called Teen Wolf so I decided to watch it because I love werewolves, I love all the mystic and supernatural creatures (except vampires, I hate them).

What I didn’t like since the very beginning was how the producers intended to make a romantic scene.

It was like, OK someone’s dying but let’s make them kiss…. But whatever, like I said I didn’t even knew about the existence of sterek, scallison, stydia and stuff.

It’s not that I didn’t knew what “shipping” meant, at that moment I was shipping a few couples, but from other shows.

I realised about this whole shipping war when I was searching for pictures of Malia.

I felt in love with her character since the beginning, and I thought that Stiles and Malia were cute, but that’s it I wasn’t a maniac for them or anything.

When I searched for Malia’s pics I saw the hate she and Shelley were getting… From who? The so called “stydia shippers”.

That’s when I realised how toxic this fandom was, and yes, I like stiles and Malia together, I am a stalia shipper, but if they brake up I’m okay if they are okay…. If they find another person to be happy with, I’m okay with that also.

Maybe I’m a stalia shipper because they were actually canon, at least, not a fantasy ship that’s only in the imagination of the shippers (ups!)

But I am anti stydia. You know why?

It’s not because I’m a stalia shipper, I could care less with whom stiles is, the reason why I hate SALTY stydia shippers it’s because they are the worst part of the fandom, they are cyber bullies, they are salty about everything.
(I’m talking about the great majority, not all of them)

They send death threats to the actors and actresses that play characters that are in the way of their ship.

They accuse Malia of fucking RAPE, of being abussive, of having the mind of an 8 year old, of being a slut.

How can you even said that??? Are you stupid or what? And no, stiles wasn’t sedated because he was READING AND SEARCHING FILES BEFORE SO DONT EVEN TRY TO SAY THAT DONT BE STUPID.

And it’s not like Malia was retarded or something, maybe she spent 8 years in the woods, but maturity does come anyway, you know? Unless you are having a mental issue.

They accuse Jordan Parrish of being a pedophile, even though Lydia has 18 years, of being a freak and dirty minded even thought he can control his allucinations, even thought that it’s Lydia the one creating them because she is calling after him.

Excuse me but I’m 19 and my boyfriend it’s 25, my parents accept him and they know how much he respects me and loves me, we’re dating for 3 years, are you going to say me that’s wrong? P L E A S E… Stop being jelouse

I have many other friends that are dating older guys, my mother’s best friend and her husband had a 13 year age gap… So stfu.

The age doesn’t matter if he or she is a good person.. You can be with a person that has your same age and he/she can be a jerk to you.

Besides: JEFF FUCKING DAVIS confirmed that LYDIA has feelings for Jordan. It’s not one sided.

They fight even with OTHER FANDOMS to claim that their ship it’s better, like what in hell? I recently read a lot of posts of bamon shippers (from TVD) complaining about salty and stupid stydia shippers, just because bamon was winning some poll or whatever.

And I’m so ashamed of them because they make people hate on TEENWOLF fandom, not just stydia shippers.

It’s like they’re fucking blind, romanticising scenes with no reason… You know that smile after Stiles said Allison save Scott was for Allison, RIGHT?! Or you are watching another show? It’s fucking ridiculous I swear I just ashamed of humanity with all the stuff they said.

The other reason: producers and social account managers are unprofessional as fuck.

It’s very clear that teen wolf it’s going downhill, and fast.

So Jeff Davis, instead of being a good producer and create new and innovating plots to gain viewers, he decides for the easiest way to 'gain’ them, by baiting stydia shippers, focusing on Stiles story line, on Lydia storyline, and leaving THE FUCKING MAIN CHARACTER SCOTT MCCALL like a secondary character, and giving so little screen time to other characters like Kira, Malia, Parrish, Liam…

That’s why I like other shows more: CW Supernatural, for example, STICKS to the plot, there are ships and there are ship wars, but the fandom it’s worried about the fucking plot, the fandom is interested in the plot, and they watch the show FOR THE PLOT.

And unlike Jeff, when supernatural went down hill around season 7 they didn’t make destiel happen, they INNOVATED the plot, like professionals producers do.

They let social media disrespect other characters: PeaceOutKira/ Malia Who?


The Twitter, Instagram and I think tumblr manager only promotes STYDIA. NOT EVEN SCOTT I MEAN WHAT IN HECK??? Aren’t you supposed to be PROFESSIONAL?

Other reason:
Stydia shippers are like fucking starving dogs, they are unsaciable

Jeff, do you really think that you are going to make stydia happen and they would leave you alone?

Yeah right. Keep dreaming.

If stydia happened, the shows name it’s going to be switched to Teen Stydia.


Let’s suppose Jeff makes stydia. Stydia shippers are going to be happy for a episode or two, and then they’re going to ask for more kisses, more cuddling, more ridiculous hand holding, more dates more fluff and then an Mtv article it’s going to go out saying:

Mtv producer Jeff Davis promises EVEN FUCKING MORE STYDIA YEIII!!!
Scott McCall who?!

I’m right and you know it.

Stydia it’s ruining the show, when the whole pack it’s in danger producers give us 5 fucking minutes of stydia handholding, of stares, of stupid fucking things I don’t give a shit about.

They only focuse in that now because stydia shippers are so annoying they don’t know what to do. Because they’re desperate for more viewers, and they are so BLIND they do not realise they are going to lose even more viewers because of this pathetic stuff.

Why I don’t like teen wolf anymore:

First, they keep ignoring characters, to give Stiles (the main character best friend) the spotlight.

Don’t get me wrong, I used to love stiles he was a great COMPANY for Scott, because that’s what he’s supposed to be, a companion, someone who is to help Scott with his problems. Actually Scott is batman and Stiles fucking Robin.

I get that now Dylan O'Brien is way more famous than the others, but that doesn’t mean to just pretend Scott doesn’t exists.

The “spoilers” of season 6 or what Jeff teased about it where practically ALL ABOUT STILES.

This season was about his problems, his feelings, his shit.

Am I getting this show wrong or what?? As far as I understood… It was supposed to be about the beast and the hellhound fight, and how Scott and the pack tried to figure out how to help Parrish and defeat the beast, right?? Then why a got almost 20 minutes each episode of how stiles felt so betrayed because Scott believed Theo even thought he believed him because Stiles lied to him. (And then you want to have a friendship like Sciles, yeah right.)

I’m fucking tired about stiles, I really am, I want stiles: the funny and sarcastic COMPANION again, not mr fuckboy attention whore.

Next: how bad and how ignored are the other part of the cast.

I swear I’m in tears every time I read how much Arden Cho worked to get where she is, all the things she gave up only for freaking racist teen wolf and people keep hoping for Kira to leave or to die. (The story has been circulating over tumblr).

I know I had liked and reposted some anti stydia or anty teenwolf, but it really just bothers me so much I can’t help it, they say so many stupid things I can’t handle it.

I know stydia shippers are going to pop like popcorns know and start barking, I just wanted to tell you that:

If the fandom (more stydia shippers than other shippers) wasn’t so salty and so fucking stupid, and if the producers weren’t so unprofessional, you can have ALL THE STYDIA YOU WANT, I can’t care less about it, but since stydia affects all the show and all the other characters and it ruin the show, then kill it with freaking fire and holy oil 🤗

All of this is so shameful for me because I’m part of the teen wolf fandom and I’m really sorry if I offended someone with this.

So please, Jeff, whoever, stop ruining teen wolf with this shit.

I want to clarify again that I’m talking about SALTY part of the fandom.

And before you said anything, English it’s not my main language, you’re going to find typos.

It’s my opinion if you don’t like it I don’t fucking care.

yuri on ice and figure skating psa

I’m just copying and pasting from my Youtube comment, but I definitely have a lot more thoughts about this, but I just wanted to get these words off my chest for now. 

Firstly,  I’m so glad that figure skating is getting more exposure to the general public because of this anime (and I do watch it myself), but I feel like some people in the anime fandom are going overboard, trying to make connections to Yuzu. Yuri’s backstory is almost NOTHING like Yuzu (many people in the figure skating fandom keep trying to point out that Yuri’s backstory is much more like Tatsuki Machida’s, even the writer of the anime has said so himself as a fan of Machida), besides the fact that both their role models are Russian. I’m starting to get fed up that the yuzuru hanyu tag on Tumblr has literally devolved into fan arts of YOI that have almost nothing to do with Yuzu (some do, but a majority don’t). It’s either that, or people trying to make ridiculous connections between Yuri and Yuzu. I’ve seen many posts on Tumblr that try to “project” Yuri onto Yuzu, and to me, that’s not how it should be. The anime was created to bring a spotlight onto the sport, so I highly encourage you to learn more about the sport itself and the dedicated, real skaters who put countless hours into perfecting the sport instead of just projecting fantasies from an anime onto them. Sure, crossovers are nice (I myself am into multifandoms), but there comes a point where enough is enough. Seeing Yuzuru’s performance videos on YouTube being flooded with comments like “He looks like Yuri!”, “OMG real life Yuri on Ice!”, or “Yuri on Ice brought me here!” is frankly aggravating and sad. I’m really happy that Yuri on Ice brought you to his beautiful performance videos, but please, it would be so much nicer to see the comments that appreciate his artistry and technical strength in figure skating instead. Instead, these comments that actually appreciate Yuzuru for his skating are hidden in a flood of Yuri on Ice comments, which should not be the case. (Don’t believe me?)

Like honestly, what on earth are these tags doing on a Yuzuru Hanyu video???? It’s purely Yuzu skating and the tags here are ridiculous.

I’m not trying to tell you how to tag your Tumblr posts, but this is out of hand. It’s nice that you think they’re hot and they have hot bodies, but frankly, tagging the skating video as “yaoi” or “uke” is disrespectful to the skater and the sport. I’m not saying these tags are derogatory AT ALL, but they don’t belong on this video. Save those tags for an actual YOI video. (Also, this has nothing to do with whether there are gay figure skaters out there. It’s not our place to speculate on a skater’s sexuality unless they publicly come out. Really, my point here is that these tags HAVE NOTHING IN COMMON WITH THE VIDEO and it’s disrespectful and inappropriate to Yuzu and his efforts to just label his sincerity and passion while skating with a tag like “yaoi”.)

Look, we get it, YOI fandom. You discovered figure skating because of the anime, and I’m glad that it led you to the beauty of the sport, but please, let’s separate fiction from reality, Yuri from Yuzu. I’m not trying to be rude, but I think this has to be said some way. Please appreciate Yuzu for the amazing figure skater he is, instead of his “supposed” connection to Yuri (ex. OMG he’s the real life Yuri!!! - No, he’s not. He’s Yuzuru Hanyu, and imo, way better than Yuri. Saying he’s the living equivalent to Yuri is kinda offensive actually if we’re talking about skills (i’m biased though ngl)). 

Again, I want to stress this so no one gets offended or something, but I DO watch YOI, and I’m glad to see 1. a figure skating anime (it’s great, even reigning ladies’ world champion Evgenia Medvedeva likes it!) and 2. the spotlight it’s brought to the actual sport. So many people now have an interest in the sport, and I love seeing people try to learn more about it (which imo, is the best thing that comes out of this anime). In our international Yuzuru Hanyu fangroup, we’ve had a whole influx of new members due to the anime, and I’m very thankful to the YOI fans who have taken the initiative to learn more about figure skating because of YOI and love Yuzu for the great athlete he is, not because he looks like Yuri. So please, let’s respect Yuzuru by appreciating him for his skills, for the skater he is in his own right. (Thank god he doesn’t have any social media because can you imagine the chaos)

Here’s where you can start: http://soyouwanttowatchfs.tumblr.com

TL;DR : I’m glad that this “connection” to Yuri has brought so many new fans to Yuzuru and the sport (I guess that’s the silver lining), but let’s try to keep some boundaries here to appreciate and respect both real-life skaters and the anime. 

(This goes for Plushenko as well. I’ve heard of instances where people are inappropriately commenting on his social media posts about the anime, his marriage, and his sexual orientation - which is an absolutely no-no in my book.You can appreciate the anime AND the sport without pushing your fantasies onto real-life figure skaters.)

a compilation of my live reaction to yuri!!! on ice:

episode 1

  • it’s been 10 seconds in and ???? wow the gay is leaking
  • he’s so dorky wtf
  • @ yuri - same
  • what kind of weird ot3 is this
  • :’) this russian yuri reminds me of a version of andrew minyard omfg
  • oKAy bye i’m done i’m shipping ot3
  • sEnpai noticed him????
  • what the fuck i want senpai to notice me
  • gee i love time skips
  • @ yuri - same
  • wait what
  • ???? only 3 year age gap
  • yuri looked so young compared to victor in the first scene
  • ooh i like how victor’s charm works on boys too
  • me likey
  • 5 years???
  • it’s been 5 years???
  • aw yuri’s belly
  • also boyyyyy i love anime family relationships
  • they’re all so Functional!!
  • and Close!!
  • katsudon!!
  • @ cigarette sister - i like
  • hoLY SHIT
  • i can’t believe i’ve barely ever seen animes where they’re actually set in a place that is not tokyo
  • dude @ yuri oogling at victor on the tv screen
  • if this ain’t Love i don’t know what this is
  • the dad is cute
  • he’s healthy enough to run omfg
  • me @ myself - why can’t you
  • nice ass
  • he has a crush on her!!
  • cute
  • @ victor - bring back the long hair pls
  • i would think he’ll spell his name viktor because it looks cooler but okay
  • @ yuri’s sexual awakening has to be seeing victor skating with long hair
  • ????? are your serious @ yuri - i can’t even start listing embarssing things you’re doing
  • you’re displaying so many signs of having a crush
  • 1. reading magazines with interviews of victor
    2. getting a poodle bc victor has a poodle and likes poodle
    3. naming said poodle victor
  • this man crush is getting Out Of Hand
  • wait wtf when he’s on the rink he’s like “in the zone”
  • where his belly gone
  • SkInNy
  • i don’t think i’m supposed to be laughing at this supposedly important scene buT all i can think of is the people producing this anime literally has to draw all these frames and then hopefully repeating some of the spins
  • reusing frames 10/10 A+
  • wait so are they speaking russian or japanese or
  • @ one of the greatest mysteries of hetalia (what language are they speaking?)
  • this scene is way too long but then again knb literally has like 5 episodes of one game
  • the voice actor is one of my faves Damn
  • bruh @ yuri - your posters are exposing you
  • also he must have masturbated in that room when he first hit puberty. did he really do that in his room where it’s filled with posters of victor’s pretty face?
  • @ yuri’s reaction to video - same same
  • @ victor’s face - who is dis i like
  • why is it snowing in april
  • people whose second reaction to that dog is his idol’s dog must be Real Obssessed because clearly that’s almost impossible??
  • @ victor’s nice moan
  • @ victor’s nice ass
  • #victor is super embarassing
    #your dick is out bruh
    #pls don’t
  • fuck i can’t stop thinking about the “dicks out for harambe” meme
  • i feel like animes like to end their episodes with a “ehhhhhh??????”
  • they’re both dorks aren’t they

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Marvel, we need to talk.

Look, I’m not going to pretend I’m some kind of a hardcore marvelentertainment fangirl who has been waiting for these films her whole life.  All cards on the table, I hated comics and comic book movies until Iron Man.  I mean, sure occasionally I got a Spiderman or a X-Men or Batman Begins that were a fun little diversion and I didn’t HATE them, but I never really found myself invested in comic movies until Iron Man.

But, that’s my point.  Look at me, Marvel - I’m your ideal demographic.  I’m an adult woman with a decent amount of disposable income.  You converted me.  I went from someone who was deeply critical of Superhero films to someone who considers herself a Marvel fan.  I don’t just see the movies.  I see them multiple times.  I buy them on iTunes (AND Blu-Ray to be honest, since it comes with some special features, damn you and your sly marketing team).  I buy merchandise - my cube at work is cluttered with Wall-Clings and POP Bobbleheads and Magnets and other random kick-knacks.  

And now, I buy comics.  I go to comic stores and I seek out graphic novels for Captain America that I need to catch up on.  I’m jumping on board with aleskot’s Bucky Barnes: The Winter Soldier from issue #1!  I went to a comic convention for the first time in my life a few months ago.  I’m arguably more excited to be going to The Marvel  Experience next year than I am about my upcoming trip to Disneyworld in a few weeks. 

So there you go.  I went from being an avid comicbook hater to someone who is emptying their wallet at you every chance I get.  And I’m not alone.  Marvel is becoming a legit “fandom” on places generally occupied by mostly women.  On Tumblr you’re seeing Marvel pop up more and more along the likes of other “superfandoms” like Dr. Who, Sherlock, and Supernatural

So why are we talking?

Marvel, you’re resting on your laurels.

See, it used to be a joke.  Do you remember those times?  We were all making fun of DC for being afraid about making a Wonder Woman movie because “it would be too unrealistic?"  And us Marvel fans, why, we were smug as shit.  "LOL here’s a picture of a racoon firing a machine gun so FUCK YOU.”

So what happened?  Well, for one Guardians of the Galaxy was… problematic.  No, hear me out.  I know it was a HUGE commercial success.  And yeah, I’ll admit I had a blast in the theater, just like everyone else.   I laughed, like good gut-busting laughter.  The soundtrack was phenomenal.  It was an awesome summertime diversion.  

So what’s the problem?  

That’s what it was, a fun summertime diversion.  Much like Batman Begins or Spiderman.  It wasn’t life-changing.  I didn’t feel the swell of fangirl enthusiasm I felt walking out of Iron Man or Captain America.  Actually, the things that were sticking with me were the more troubling aspects of the film.

How are we introduced to Starlord?  Oh, he’s that goofy Indiana Jones -esque lovable goofball who - how hilarious - forgot he had the woman he slept with the night before still in his spaceship. 

That’s right, Marvel, this is the easiest way to turn off many women from enjoying your movie.  “Women are so disposable that I don’t even bother remembering their names or ever seeing them again so I seem cool, but like I’m not trying too hard” method of enduring your main lead is cavemanish at best.  No look, I’m not saying it can never work; Iron Man pretty much opened the same way, right?  Well, kind of but not exactly  Tony Stark is not supposed to be likable in the beginning.  Or, even if he is likable, you’re supposed to REALIZE that he’s not really an ideal role-model.  He’s a selfish, profiteering jerk - that’s his whole schtick.  And, well, to be completely fair, Christine Everhart had a name and arguably a character.  We know her name, where she works, where she went to school, and she even comes back at the end of the movie.

What about the fact that Drax the Destroyer ruined what was arguably going to be the movies best joke: his extreme literalism.  The line “NOTHING goes over my head!… My reflexes are too fast, I would catch it.” was brilliant.  They could have made a whole movie about this one little aspect of his character. 

But then later in the movie, he offhandedly and with the purpose of offense, calls Gamora a whore. 

Once again, what’s the big deal?  After all, Loki called Black Widow a “mewling quim” in The Avengers.  Well yes - the VILLAIN Loki called a woman he was trying to insult and get under her skin a horrible name.  I  mean, basically calling anyone the Asgardian equivalent of a “pathetic cunt” is pretty hardcore, especially considering the tone of the movie.  But in GotG it just stuck in my craw.  I could go on for a while about how “whore” is a horridly misogynistic insult to throw at women (especially powerful, assertive women), but ON TOP OF all that, it just makes no damn sense in the contact of Drax’s character.  If he takes everything so literally, then he would only call Gamora a whore if she had somehow, in any way, ever implied she had traded sexual favors for money.  What troubles me the most, however, is not that he said it but that someone made that artistic decision.  Somewhere, in some office meeting or script review - they made the conscious decision to throw away a major part of what makes Drax a unique character in favor of insulting Gamora  by being pointedly and purposely misogynistic.  Whether it was a conscious decision or not we’ll never know, but its troubling either way.

I have a few other nitpicks, but they are more personal in nature.  But what really disturbs me is the direction Marvel seems to be heading.  Since GotG has been released, DC as taken the challenge and stepped up to the plate ten-fold.  They have announced a whole host of movies that, among other things, have PoC, women, and Queer actors in headlining roles.

Of course, just sticking someone i a leading role doesn’t mean the movie is going to be any good - or even that groundbreaking.  After all, there HAVE been a few woman-led superhero movies before and they, well, sucked.  So its not like this is guaranteed win for DC by any means, but I like the way they are thinking.

Marvel, on the other hand, is apparently in talks to cast Dr. Strange with Benedict Cumberbatch.

Look, I have no issues with Benny.  But seriously?  Dr. Strange was an opportunity set in front of Marvel on a fucking silver platter.  If GotG taught us anything, it was that Marvel could make virtually ANY MOVIE and it would make money.  SNL even did a fucking hilarious skit on this very fact:

So yeah.  Marvel can’t fail?  Maybe, but they sure haven’t been pushing any envelopes recently.  Basically, they could have cast a ball of lint as Dr. Strange and they would probably still make a ton of money.  But what do they do?  Cast one of the biggest and (arguably) overrated straight, white, male actors.  Goddammit, Marvel.  Fancast favorites for Dr. Strange included some amazing PoC actors including Oded Fehr and Pedro Pascal.  Both of who could have ROCKED IT OUT.

Why did they go with such a sure thing?  I mean, sure, Benedict will probably do just fine and he’s a pretty strong box-office draw but why go so safe?



Remember with RDJ was written off by most of Hollywood as a has-been (or never was, depending on who you ask)?

Yeah, you did that.  You tapped into the potential.  You saw that this his arguably washed up addict has some real chops on him.  Could he possibly bring a character as over-the-top as Iron Man to the big screen?

Turns out, he could.  And he was probably the best thing to ever happen to Superhero movies. 

What about Chris Evans?  You know, that guy whose most famous roles included Johnny Storm and this guy:

BUT YOU GUYS SAW THE POTENTIAL.  You saw this goofy professional meatball’s real talent in his more serious roles like Sunshine and Push and knew he could be Captain America. 

I know you’ve never been scraping the complete bottom of the indie barrel, but you’re taking actors that have otherwise been written off as one-trick ponies and turning them into legit superheros, Marvel. 

You don’t need to be safe.

You can do anything.  Use your power well, Marvel.  Not to be trite, but WITH GREAT POWER COMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITY.  It’s not too late - not by far!  RUN WITH IT.  Cast PoCs in leading roles.  Give us Black Widow, The Falcon, and Captain Marvel movies.  Make Captain America bisexual. Make Black Panther the next Iron Man box office powerhouse. 

We know you’re capable.  We know you have a vision.  Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. is like your own little microcosm: chuck full of PoC roles and kick ass ladies.  Use that as as seed to blossom until the most inclusive, fearless, and amazing movie studio in history.  Do not rest on your laurels.  Do not assume you can pump out shit and people will pay for it.

It may be true, but that doesn’t make it right.

Step Up, Marvel.  Be the movie studio Steve Rogers would want you to be.

Jersey Girl

Pairing: Daphne Greengrass x Charlie Weasley

AU: Modern, non-magical, college AU

Word Count: 673

Written For: justcourbeau

Daphne Greengrass has a secret.

It isn’t, like, a bad secret—she hasn’t blackmailed any of her sorority sisters, or spilled Orange Julius all over the keypad of the only functioning printer in the basement of the Bio building; she isn’t Pansy.

No, Daphne’s secret is innocent.


It also actively contributes to the betterment of mankind—her peanut butter blossom cookies had managed to render infamous grumpy-pants Professor Snape speechless with satisfaction the time he’d eaten one by mistake.

So—yeah, Daphne likes to bake.

Specifically, Daphne likes to stress-bake.

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