I want to clear something up, as today one of my friends on here got insulted because she stated she preferred Sebastian in his skinnier/more athletic physique than when he was really bulked up for Bucky in CACW.
Exhibit A This is Beefy Seb:
Seb bulked up, and trained like MAD for his role in Captain America: Civil War, after feeling pressure to have the same massive body type as Chris Evans and Anthony Mackie. It was hours of training including 4am starts, strictly regimented diets, and a dedication to the job that most actors wouldn’t even consider. Is it wrong to like him and find his body attractive? No. As a fan it would almost be an insult not to appreciate him like this, simply as an acknowledgement of the hard work he put in.
Now, onto our next Exhibit:
Exhibit B: Skinny Seb:
Now, i don’t really want to label this ‘skinny Seb’. Really from what i can tell this is his almost ‘natural’ state (it was also taken a few years ago). Is it wrong to prefer him like this? No. I would imagine he was/is a little more carefree when he’s not having to train like mad, when he can relax and be himself. When his accolades come from his acting ability rather than his looks. (although he deserves a fucking oscar for his role as Bucky IMHO).
Okay, still with me? Decided you want to send me some anon hate only to discover i don’t accept anon messages? Oh dear, you’ll just have to keep reading and stew in your own vitriol instead.
Exhibit C: Current 2017 Seb
Current Seb. Or as i like to call it ‘Seb that destroyed most of China’s ovaries in one go thanks to this weibo selfie’. He’s still got his athletic build (last seen in The Bronze), but has also put in the work to bulk up (note: he now has wings made of muscle), but not uncomfortably so. You can see that his face shape is changing, he’s growing into his features that a lot of men do when they reach their 30′s. Proving that he got a good deal when he sold his soul to the devil (there’s no way someone can be this handsome by luck) he got the better end of the deal.
But you know what? None of the above matter. He is still the lovable dork that answers fan’s questions on social media, that takes the time to stop his car when he’s been filming a movie all day, just to stop and say Hi to a fan that has driven a long way with her family on the off chance she might meet him.
He’s still the guy that is so dedicated to his work he will grow a mustache that gives us all very guilty Magnum PI flashbacks
He’s the guy that is scared of a Squash Ball
He’s the guy that has the weirdest ever facial expression when blowing birthday candles out.
And we love him for who he is. Our Sebby. Our Romanian Dork. Our Beefy Bucky. Our Sebastian. And you can love him however you want.
Please, if you meet someone who makes you excited to wake up again, don’t waste your chance. Tell them how you feel before they slip between your fingers. Because never knowing what you could have been, it breaks your heart just as much as being rejected. Take the risk. Do it for me. Do it for yourself. Do it because you can’t let love pass you by. Not again. Not this time.
These words hurt but I need to say them. For you. For me. For everyone too scared to try.
Ya’ll been hitting me with that good lesbian pidge content so i’m gonna put more out there too.
• Pidge gets sUPER flustered around girls!!
• She’s only 14 and not super experienced?? So whenever a cute girl even talks to her she gets shy and blushy
• She isn’t super ready to start dating just yet but she just likes to remind everyone “man i love girls and i’m just!! A big lesbian! Just to remind everyone here!!”
• *rips off her sweater* “LESBIANS FOR LOCHNESS”
• When pidge gets a crush its super obvious to figure it out.
• She gets clumsy around them and messes up her words and probably accidentally broke one of her devices while talking to them.
• When everyone else finds out Pidge has a crush on someone they all flip out because “oh my god!! Our little sis has a crush!!”
• Lance would try to give her some flirting tips, but knowing Pidge, she obviously rejects that
• Lance: “oh my god do you wanna hear some advice?”
• Pidge: “I’d rather take my chances”
• Also pidge: “please i’m like 100x better at flirting with you, i could get 10 girlfriends in a week without your help!” *nervous laughter*
• Hunk would tease her but also give her some cliché advice that you hear in every show/movie
• Hunk: “ooo I knew you had a girlfriend”
• Hunk: “just be yoursel-”
• Pidge: “hunk I appreciate that but i’ve already heard that from like everything. Ever.”
• Keith: “i don’t know what else to say so…” *thumbs up* “good luck”
• Pidge: “wow thanks”
• Shiro would actually probably give her solid advice
• Shiro, *jokingly*: “if you want to succeed… don’t listen to lance’s advice about anything”
• Lance: “haven’t i been the only one who actually got kissed by a cute alien girl?”
• Pidge *softly*: “fuck, you’re right”
• Pidge also lowkey is jealous of Lance’s confidence around girls
• She just wishes she could be better socially tbh like she’s getting there but also- have you seen girls???
Thanks for reading please @ voltron fandom gimme that good lesbian pidge headcanons, art and fanfics.
Do your thing. Do it every day. Do it ‘unapologetically’. Don’t be discouraged by criticism. You probably already know what they’re going to say. Pay no mind to the fear of failure. It’s far more valuable than success. Take ownership, take chances and have fun. And no matter what, don’t ever stop doing your thing.
think we’ve all been there - the class is important and you know you need to
study but when you sit down you end up feeling grOSS AND YOU don’t want to. So
here are some tips to overcoming that:
Take a deep breath and reevaluate why
you need to study. Try to stay positive.
When I’m not motivated I keep saying
things like “what if I just don’t do it?” And then - surprise! - I
end up not studying and suffer/regret it later. When coming up with reasons to
study, try to keep it positive. Don’t say things like “if I don’t study
I’ll fail the class.” Instead, say things like “if I study, I have a
better chance at doing well on the exam. Future-me will be so proud of current-me.”
If you truly cannot find a single
reason to study, set your studying aside for later and do another productive
activity or take a long break.
Drill it into your mind that you really
don’t need motivation to do well.
Even if you find the reason to study,
that doesn’t necessarily mean you are very motivated. Sometimes we feel like no
motivation = unable to study. This isn’t true.
Make a deal with yourself. Try studying
for ten minutes. And actually try to study. If by the end of ten minutes you
feel like you can continue studying, great! Keep going! If not, then you can
take a break and do something else.
Choose a study scheduling method that
works for you.
Some people feel great studying for
hours on end once they get in "the zone.” Others feel the need to
take quick breaks every half hour. Studying and scheduling methods are
different for everybody! Play around with scheduling to find out what works for
In high-stress times, work (studying,
assignments, etc.) can feel pretty overwhelming. To organize all the stuff you
have to do, write it down! This takes some of the stress of remembering tasks
off from your brain, so that your brain can focus on the more crucial things.
If you’re making a to-do list, keep the
general list short. This way, you won’t feel overwhelmed by too many tasks.
(You can keep sub-lists on separate paper/sticky notes to break down each
If you’re making a time-table, keep your
schedule loose. Give yourself buffer time to complete each task, just in case
you overestimated your efficiency.
It’s totally okay to overestimate
efficiency! - ifyou do, you learn more about yourself and how you study best.
Small (pomodoro) breaks
Pomodoro technique in a nutshell: 25
minute blocks of working with 5 minute breaks in between. Feel free to change
the length of the blocks according to your preferences! During your breaks, you
Get more water
Do a tiny bit of yoga
Walk around the room/building
Try to avoid looking at a screen. When
you look at a screen, you stimulate your brain and it won’t get its rest. Also,
the internet might suck you in and your break could last longer than intended.
Sometimes I really really really really
reALLY don’t want to study. Or do anything. And I feel kind of gross and am on
the verge of a mental breakdown. If you feel this way, stop.
Take a hella deep breath. And another
one. One more. Aaaaand one more just for good measure.
Get away from your desk. I associate
desk with studying, so getting away from it helps me relax. Lie down on a bed,
or move to a different room if you can. If you can get near a window, try
looking into the distance to relax your brain and eyes.
Breathe for a couple of minutes, then
evaluate how you feel. Again, try to stay positive. Instead of “I feel
shitty and I don’t want to do anything,” try “I feel tired right now
and resting can help me feel better.”
Based on this evaluation, estimate the
amount of time you need to rest. If you have a lot of studying to do, try to
keep it under an hour. Set a timer for the amount of time you have decided on.
(remember to include buffer time!) Getting back to work on time can make you
feel more productive, which conduct better productivity!
During a long break, do an activity
that makes you feel good and takes your mind off studying. You can
Take a long walk. If you live near a
park or a trail, try strolling around in it.
Eat healthy food. Junky comfort food
can make you feel groggy, especially foods that are fried. Instead, try eating
some fruits or nuts.
Take a shower/bath
Talk with a friend
Make some art
Enjoy a long coffee break. (avoid
caffeine if you feel anxious/panicky, though)
Play with a pet
Take a power nap
Again, try to avoid looking at screens.
Also, avoid thinking about studying. Let yourself have the luxury of NOT
THINKING ABOUT STUDYING for a while, so you can return to it with a fresh mind.
Mental health days
Sometimes everything is just too much
and you might feel the need to stop everything for a day. If so, take a mental
Think of mental health days as physical
health days. If your body isn’t feeling well, you are allowed to stay in bed
and sleep/not do anything for a day. Similarly, if your mind isn’t feeling
well, you are also allowed to stay in bed and sleep/not do anything for a day.
Let your parents and teachers know that
you don’t feel well and can’t go to school. From my experience, most teachers are pretty understanding and will let you
have the day off. (You might have some work to make up later, though.)
Do not study on mental health days.
Don’t even think about studying on mental health days. Instead, just focus on
getting better. You can
Clean your room
super long bath, complete with bath bombs and candles
Watch a good movie
Read a good book
Sing your favorite songs really loudly
Literally anything that (IS HEALTHY
and) makes you feel good about yourself.
Study groups can keep you going, even
when you kind of don’t want to
Setting up a time (like a date!) can
keep you on track
Study with someone you trust to keep
you accountable. Don’t study with someone you know you’re going to gossip or
watch cat videos with.
If you really feel the need to cancel a
study date, it’s ok! Just like canceling any kind of date, it’s 100% okay to
back out if you feel uncomfortable.
Gather round, children. Auntie Jules has a degree in psychology with a specialization in social psychology, and she doesn’t get to use it much these days, so she’s going to spread some knowledge.
We love saying representation matters. And we love pointing to people who belong to social minorities being encouraged by positive representation as the reason why it matters. And I’m here to tell you that they are only a part of why it matters.
The bigger part is schema.
Now a schema is just a fancy term for your brain’s autocomplete function. Basically, you’ve seen a certain pattern enough times that your brain completes the equation even when you have incomplete information.
One of the ways we learned about this was professional chess players vs. people who had no experience with chess.
If you take a chess board and you set it up according to a pattern that is common in chess playing (I’m one of those people who knows jack shit about chess), and you show it to both groups of people, and then you knock all the pieces off the board, the pro chess players will be able to return it to its prior state almost perfectly with no trouble, because they looked at it and they said, “Oh, this is the fifth move of XYZ Strategy, so these pieces would be here.”
The people who don’t know about chess are like, “Uh, I think one of the horses was over here, and maybe there was a castle over there?”
BUT, if you just put the pieces randomly on the board before you showed it to them, then the amateurs were more likely to have a higher rate of accuracy in returning the pieces to the board, because the pros are SO entrenched in their knowledge of strategy patterns that it impairs their ability to see what is actually there if it doesn’t match a pattern they already know.
Now some of y’all are smart enough to see where this is going already but hang on because I’m never gonna get to be a college professor so let me get my lecture on for a second.
Let’s say for a second that every movie and TV show on television ever shows black men who dress in loose white T-shirts and baggy pants as carrying guns 90% of the time, and when they get mad, they pull that gun out and wave it in some poor white woman’s face. I mean, sounds fake, right? But go with it.
Now let’s say that you’re out walking around in real life, and you see a black man wearing a white T-shirt and loose-fitting jeans.
And let’s say he reaches for something in his pocket.
And let’s say you can’t see what he’s reaching for. Maybe it’s his wallet. Maybe it’s his cell phone or car keys. Maybe it’s a bag of Skittles.
But on TV and movies, every single time a black man in comfortable, casual clothes reaches for something you can’t see, it turns out to be a gun.
So you see this.
And your brain screams “GUN!!!” before he even comes up with anything. And chances are even if you SEE the cell phone, your brain will still think “GUN!!!” until he does something like put it up to his ear. (Unless you see the pattern of non-threatening black men more often than you see the narrative of them as a threat, in which case, the pattern you see more often will more likely take precedence in this situation.)
Do you see what I’m saying?
I’m saying that your brain is Google’s autocomplete for forms, and that if you type something into it enough, that is going to be what the function suggests to you as soon as you even click anywhere near a box in a form.
And our brains functioning this way has been a GREAT advantage for us as a species, because it means we learn. It means that we don’t have to think about things all the way through all the time. It saves us time in deciding how to react to something because the cues are already coded into our subconscious and we don’t have to process them consciously before we decide how to act.
But it also gets us into trouble. Did you know that people are more likely to take someone seriously if they’re wearing a white coat, like the kind medical doctors wear, or if they’re carrying a clipboard? Seriously, just those two visual cues, and someone is already on their way to believing what you tell them unless you break the script entirely and tell them something that goes against an even more deeply ingrained schema.
So what I’m saying is, representation is important, visibility is important, because it will eventually change the dominant schemas. It takes consistency, and it takes time, but eventually, the dominant narrative will change the dominant schema in people’s minds.
It’s why when everyone was complaining that same-sex marriage being legal wouldn’t really change anything for LGB people who weren’t in relationships, some people kept yelling that it was going to make a huge difference, over time, because it would contribute to the visibility of a narrative in which our relationships were normalized, not stigmatized. It would contribute to changing people’s schemas, and that would go a long way toward changing what they see as acceptable, as normal, and as a foregone conclusion.
So in conclusion: Representation is hugely important, because it’s probably one of the single biggest ways to change people’s behavior, by changing their subconscious perception.
(It is also why a 24-hour news cycle with emphasis on deconstructing every. single. moment. of violent crimes is SUCH A TERRIBLE SOCIETAL INFLUENCE, but that is a rant for another post.)
Something that I have always tried to get across is that I try not to take myself too seriously. I think that is important especially in this industry. Everything you say has the chance of being looked at under a microscope. I think sometimes you need to remind yourself not to take yourself so seriously. Yes, I am an artist, acting is my job, it is my livelihood even though I am only twenty. I need to stay grounded, go to the beach and remind myself that I do not take myself too seriously and that I enjoy what I do.
Homegirl’s a doctor, not a fighter, and im pretty sure theres something in the Hippocratic oath about “do no harm”, but is it for therapists? see rating. She could possibly psychoanalyze her way around you and maybe manipulae you for her own goals, and she’s been taking yoga classes so she’s probably really flexible. If youre fit, go for it.
Chance of winning: ???
She’d probably get so anxious that she’d time travel and where would that leave you? Alone and with no one to fight. In any case, why would you ever??? Let her rest, she’s been through enough.
Chance of winning: 0%
Listen. She’s a telepath, she knows youre next move before even you do. You can say “oh shes just an art student!!” all you want but consider: she’s a sculptor and can probably take your eye out with a scoring tool. Do not attempt.
Chance of winning: 10%
Dude’s a football player, so he’s pretty darn ripped, and probably fast too. Can literally sense fear, will use that to his advantage. Only attempt of you want a challenge.
Chance of winning: 90%, but at what cost?
This child is an emo wreck and will end up crying on the floor if you hit him, which is not fun for anyone. Also, his boyfriend will 100% beat you up for it, so theres that. And I will also beat you up. Leave this boy alone.
Chance of winning: 0%
listen I know what the rating says, and we all know why its like that but please, p l e a s e fight Damien, everyone will cheer you on. You’ll fail but it will be glorious. Fight Damien.
Chance of winning: 50%
He seems like a pretty normal guy? that rating goes up or down depending on what atypical he’s near, but in a fair one on one throwdown? average joe. Go for it for a fun time, he’ll probably take you out for ice cream and a beer afterwards.
Chance of winning: 99%
PLEase fight him it will be easy and hilarious. The guy is a bureaucrat and needs to file forms in triplicate to get authorization to throw down, so time is on your side. Fight Agent Green.
As a preface, this game is current and my first experience as a D&D player. Most of us save one player is pretty seasoned. We’re doing the starter campaign and we’ve been attacked by four goblins. The party consists of my teifling rouge, a dragonborn wizard, a human cleric, and a half-orc warrior.
Me (OOC): I’m gonna take this goblin out with my rapier! (Fails roll)
DM: You hit the ground in front of you. The goblin is gonna take this time to take a stab at you.
DM: (rolls a nat 20)
Me (OOC) : oh no
DM: Uhhhh ok he connects and… (rolls a nat8)
Me (OOC): OH NO. I turn around and get the fuck outta there.
DM: Ok, so since this is your first time playing, I’m gonna say that the goblin-instead of taking the chance to attack you again-he is so thrilled at his near-fatal blow that he starts dancing and doesn’t notice you flee.
The blow left my character with 2HP left. Meanwhile, all other party members are trying to hit this Goblin and failing their rolls.
Me (OOC): This shit is still doing the Carlton. What is his name?
DM: Uhhhh, Dary. Like Dairy without the “I”.
Only one goblin died in the end. Two pissed themselves from an intimidation roll from the half-ofc, and left in embarrassment. We ended up capturing Dary.
Summary – You are house-sitting
for some friends on the Chesapeake Bay in the middle of a hurricane.
Unbeknownst to you, you’re not alone. Takes place immediately following the
events of Captain America: The Winter Soldier.
Warnings – None
Word Count – 1,260
Notes – As usual,
I’m taking a lot of liberties with Bucky in this fic. None of us know just how much he actually
remembers, or when those memories starting coming back. I have a plan on where I want this fic to go,
so I need him to remember certain things to get us there. As always, I appreciate all of your feedback
At the mention of the Helicarriers, his head shot up. His eyes were wide, and you could practically
see the memories flooding back into his mind.
“Steve. Oh my God, Steve. Is he dead?”
“Steve? Do you mean Steve
Rogers, Captain America?”
With every word you spoke, his face seemed to crumple. He looked down at his left arm in disgust as
he flexed the metal fingers. “What did I
“Oh my God, you’re the guy that almost killed Captain America.” You didn’t wait for him to confirm or deny
your statement. Without thinking about
the consequences, you turned and ran for door behind you.
You made it to the back porch, your feet mere inches from
the grass when a cold metal arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you up
against a solid wall of muscle. His
right hand clamped over your mouth as he effortlessly carried your struggling
form back into the house.
The more you forget me, the deeper I slip.
Give this silence two more months and it’ll be like we never even met at all. That’s what we both want, right?
The thought of you wanting nothing to do with me still hurts just as much as it used to.
I promise I won’t call anymore.
I won’t even say your name when I’m drunk, alone in a bar.
It won’t be so bad, right?
We always go back to each other, right?
I’m sure many would raise eyebrows when they read the title because, Mori? A hero?
Many people portrayed Mori as a sadistic devil, but in no
canon situation has Mori ever shown any sadistic tendency (like Dazai has). In fact, I’d say
he’s the reverse of that. He took care of Elise very well, despite/even though
she’s his own ability. He never once has hurt people for the sake of hurting
In fact whenever he didn’t have any business to take care
of, his true personality shone through and it was not of a cold, heartless man
with no conscience. Rather it was one full of dorkiness and gentle patience. Here,
he even contacted Ango (who was sweating bullet because holy shit he’s being
called by the fucking boss of Port Mafia) just to ask what color of dress will
fit Elise more.
(For the love of anything holy I’ve scoured Ango and Oda’s
tag in tumblr yet I can’t find it. It’s the extra DVD comic featuring Buraiha
trio drinking and talking shit about Mori. In exchange, have these dorky dad and son interacting;
First thing first, I will give you what I think is the most
important fact about Mori. Look at his line in this scene
Now this is his true nature; his main motivation for doing
everything he did. The good of the organization.
At no point has Mori’s action ever benefit only himself. At
every instance he appeared in the story, he’s doing something for the Mafia and
for Yokohama. The only self-centered
thing he has ever done was asking Elise to wear what he wanted her to wear and
that’s moot point anyway since she’s his Ability and presumably modeled after
his ‘ideal’ little girl.
In this scene, he saved four members of ADA and even
gave Atsushi an important lesson. Why would he do such a thing when he could literally
immobilize Anne and Lucy by bloodlust alone? He could have let her take
Tanizaki and Atsushi, then pressure her to let him out with his memory intact.
Not to mention that his Ability, Elise, was waiting just outside, standing
by ready to break him out any time.
If he does this, not only he will go free with the memory of
the attack and thus the secret of Anne’s Room, he would also take care of not
one but three ADA agents. Rather, he chose to save all of them plus every
single person Anne has swallowed in the Dark Room.
is the scene where he took over as boss. The fact that
the Old Boss was bedridden and hallucinating while seemingly so thin,
also from the way he was narrated by Hirostu in episode 21, implicate
that his condition was something he contracted at a long period of time
rather than it being something sudden.
Notice the circumstance in which
he did it. Mori only killed the boss after he issued the order that would bring
destruction not only to the Mafia but also to the city and nation at large,
killing many people whether criminal or innocent. He didn’t do it before even though he could have.
By becoming the biggest bad of the bad, he resolved himself
to take care of the light from the shadows. And this is important because if he
hadn’t stepped in at that time either the Old Boss would have burnt Yokohama
down or another heinous criminal would have taken over and brings the nation
down with them.
He is protecting Yokohama by not letting people worse than
him to take control of its biggest criminal organization. Notice what Kouyou
think about him;
She supported him because of this too. She knew what it felt
like to under one of those leaders that cared only for money and power like the
Old Boss. Kouyou will not support people if all they brought with them was suffering
and death the way she was forced to feel when her dearest was taken away from
her. Under Mori’s reign, our queen Kouyou pledge her loyalty not to him but the
kinder way he brought.
It can also be seen in this scene.
Mori could have taken
effort to keep Kouyou there, but his tone and body language are open. He knew
that Kouyou can go anytime and he’s not fighting to keep her there; Kouyou
decided to stay on her own free will and he is appreciative of knowing he had a
single ally he can absolutely trust on who also knew of his true motivation.
In this scene
It was made clear that he respect the Old Boss, so much that
the death of a hundred subordinate made him embarrassed. He’s not upset that he lost some underlings,
he’s upset that he lost them without a good reason to justify their death. A
miscalculation has taken a hundred of his soldiers.
And you might think his reaction to this is rather cold, but
remember that all of them were members of the mafia. All of them are criminals who would be executed if they fall
into the hands of the police and they also knew what they’re getting into when
they joined the Organization.
You can probably say what he did to Odasaku was horrible,
sure. But it was expected for the boss of the Mafia to do so. (further reading
for this topic)
But you have to admit it was a stroke of utter genius. With the
gifted Business Permit and no longer fearing the government, Mori would be freer
to take down opposing criminal organization that might bother the peace. Rather,
he focused the Mafia to expanding its power and outwardly he did so, like this
there will be very little chance for either a rebellion or an enemy
organization attacking them in their HQ. This would also mean less threat to
Fukuzawa’s remark in this was absolutely true. Not only
between the two organization but also for him and Mori specifically. Mori loved
Yokohama, enough to dip into the darkest of dark to protect it. And Fukuzawa
knew it too because look at his line here
In this, it can be said that he didn’t want a war to break
in Yokohama that might disturb its peace. But then why say ‘balance’?
is because Fukuzawa knew the extent of his subordinate’s
strength also that they will be able to kill Mori if they go all out.
what he feared the most. While if he died, the Agency can be well-taken
in Kunikida’s hand, once Mori’s dead there’s no one to reign in the Port
and keep it from wreaking havoc, thus destroying the balance of Yokohama
into what it was before; the Dragon Head Rush. (you might want to read
novel of dark era to really grasp the situation. But basically it was a
gang war that led to many victims including the families of Odasaku’s orphans)
More than that, the people who might succeed Mori would not
be as kind as him. They might do what the Old Boss did and try to burn Yokohama
And this, I think, is also the main reason why Mori sent
Dazai away from the Mafia. It is, of course, easy to assume what Dazai remarked
about Mori’s intention in chapter 30/episode 21 to be the truth; that he did it to remove
a threat to his position.
But is this the whole story?
The fact that he kept Dazai’s spot empty rather than choosing
someone else to fill it was a paradox if you were to look at him from the angle
of a man hungry for power. He has
anticipated Dazai’s return, was so sure of it in fact that he sacrificed
monetary and workload gains of having another Executive. If he wanted Dazai
back in the first place, then why drive him out of the Mafia and into the ADA?
now, imagine what would have happened if Dazai took over
as the Boss if he’s still the same man he was before Oda’s death. Cruel,
ruthless and uncaring for people’s life as he was, he would have gone
same track as the Old Boss and destroys Yokohama as his mental health
eroded. Not even Odasaku would be able to save him from himself at this
This is also why he asked Dazai back to the Mafia after
taking such extreme methods to drive him out. Of course there are another
reason, that is he needed his right hand back to drive out the Guild as he
But the main reason why he asked back after all this time
was because there are people in ADA who have taught him about having something
worth loving and worth protecting.
Mori felt that Dazai has learnt enough about the light and
why it is something worth protecting. With it, when Dazai inevitably take his
seat as the Boss of Port Mafia, Dazai would be able to follow his legacy as the
Darth Vader of Bungou Stray Dogs and The Dark Knight of Yokohama. This is Mori’s
special way of grooming Dazai to become his successor.
All this was so Dazai can be his successor and not the Old Boss’.
Conclusion for those
who are too lazy to read 2000+ words of Mori being awesome: no, Mori is not
an evil incarnate born to manipulate everyone to his own amusement.
If anything, he’s the greatest hero of the story. The same
way the ADA is protecting the city and Japan from the light, Mori is protecting
it from the shadows. With the balance that has been made between him and
Fukuzawa, it is imperative that he keep doing what he did, or the balance will
fall and Yokohama condemned into a lake of fire.
Asagiri Kafka is truly an exceptional writer. They made Mori into
this all-bad boss of the Mafia while slipping in his real face every so often.
is the author who made every character complex and with their own
motivation. What made you think they’ll make the ‘villain’ as simple as
a man existing just to be a villain?
Even Fitzgerald and Fyodor got development
and reasoning for doing what they did, but the difference is they’re
arc-villain and not whole story-villain like Mori. Their reign will be over
with their arc, but Mori’s will live as long as BSD continues, so it’s
imperative that they got their development and exposition early on so the
readers can sympathize with them.
Thus I concluded my exposition of the anti-hero that has
been protecting Yokohama all this time not by bathing in sunlight but by
submerging himself in blood yet capable of keeping his head out of it depth;
“i work at a little market/store and u came up to the register with a candy bar but didn’t have enough money to pay for the entire thing. but don’t worry, i got you, fam” au: I saw this and my mind screamed, "ANDREIL".
ok i combined both of these and neither is fully what you asked for but i hope you like it anyway!!!
It’s hot the way only New Jersey gets hot, America’s swampy asshole, thick damp air under an impermeable layer of smog, the sun mocking him from where it hangs between a few grey clouds that indicate but don’t promise an upcoming rain.
Neil’s jog is taking much, much longer than usual thanks to an unbearable amount of traffic. It doesn’t help that he’s had to reroute himself to get some British candy bar from the one Wawa that—without explanation—carries British candy bars.
He gets there eventually, eight miles away from his apartment and so fully dehydrated that he’s questioning how the fuck he’s going to make it back. Wawa is, as always, an oasis: refrigerators line the walls, and within them, blissfully, is cold water. He grabs a bottle and drinks half of it in the aisle before even going on the search for the Mars Bar.
The candy aisle has nothing, just mostly-depleted cardboard boxes of Snickers and Twix. The international section is mainly Latin American and Asian goods, and then, crammed between coconut water and Goya goods, a box of Mars Bars.
Genre/words: Angst, Implied smut, Arranged Marriage! AU / 10,288 words
Summary: He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?
Not waiting for his reply, you tucked your phone away in your pocket and huffed loudly as you went your fingers through your hair.
Hesitantly, you glanced towards Jimin. He was standing at the same spot, his whole body frozen while he stared at the wall you were leaning on just seconds ago.
Taking a few small steps towards him, you lifted your arm in order to shake him out of his frozen state but stopped midway, scared to see his reaction. “J-Jimin, say something, please..”
You watched how he snapped back to reality the moment he heard your voice.
Hesitantly but slowly, he lifted his right arm and placed his hand on your belly, a faint smile plastered on his face. “D-Does that mean there is a chance that you’re carrying my baby?”
Confused, you looked at his face. What was he doing?
Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around your body and placed soft kisses all over your face. “Thank you so much, Y/N! You can’t believe how happy you made-”
Placing your hands on his chest, you shoved him away for the second time that day. “What are you doing, Jimin?! Are you insane?! I just told you that I’m pregnant and that you might be the father! Why are you happy about this?! What are we going to say to them when they find out?!”
Placing his hand on your face, he stroke your cheek with his thumb. “They will not find it out.”
“How, Jimin?! How?!”
“Run away with me, Y/N.”
Slapping his hand away, you looked at him furiously. “You’ve really lost your mind! How can you say such a thing like that, Jimin?! You are married! Your wife is waiting downstairs for you, just like my husband! Don’t you feel sorry?!”
All of a sudden, Jimin started breathing heavily, the anger in his eyes making you take a step back from him. “Feeling sorry?! Why should I feel sorry?!”
“Hara didn’t do anything wrong, she’s innocent, just like Taehyung! They don’t deserve this-”
A sarcastic laugh escaped Jimin’s mouth. “Taehyung isn’t innocent! He never was!”
“W-What? What do you mean?”
“Your marriage with him is based on a contract, Y/N.”
Summary: (College!AU): In which an impromptu performance of Shakespeare occurs at the foot of your stairs.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 1,558
A/N: @snugglebuck requested: Omg so I just say this prompt list and one of them was “i was on my balcony and you started loudly quoting romeo and juliet at me” and all I could think about was ALIL and Bucky doing this or like even when the reader is at the top of a staircase and like even better when he’s drunk or something. This takes place between “The Honeymoon Phase” and “Jealousy”
@avengerstories - I can’t thank you enough for always editing my stuff for me.
After what felt like an endless day of classes, you decide to treat yourself to a night off. In order to fully enjoy yourself, you change into the coziest pajamas you can find and take all of your best snacks out of hiding. Once you’ve gotten everything you need in order, you close the door to your room and turn off the lights. The darkness adds to the overall movie theater atmosphere that you want to create for your night of Netflix and relaxation.
You’re halfway through your second movie when your door flies open. The bright light from the hallway is a shock to your system and you cover your eyes automatically, blindly searching for the space bar on your laptop to pause what you’re watching. “What?”
For the heck of it, I decided to rewrite and expand on my idea of how Coran figures out dealing with Slav.
The multi-armed alien is curled in a tight little ball under a console in the Lions’ hanger when Coran finds him, having been tipped off by Yellow and the muttered sound of dire predictions.
A strange fellow this Slav may be, but he knows how to deal with the sight of someone having bad nightmares, and very gently taps a hand clamped over an ear with one of the cold bottles he’s carrying. “Easy, it’s just me,” he says when that draws a yelp and a frenzied attempt to curl up even smaller. “Come out of there and rehydrate before you sweat yourself to nothing.”
“I have only a twelve per cent possibility of being able to die of dehydration in my current condition,” Slav mumbles, but slinks out of his hidey-hole nonetheless.
The bags under his eyes are pretty spectacular.
Coran gently waves the offered bottle in front of his face, and Slav eyes it suspiciously before snatching it and cracking the seal, sniffing at the spicy-sweet contents. “Belai? Why would you keep this in stock?”
He shrugs. “It’s a good idea to be stocked for everything,” he says as if that actually answers the question instead of dodges it, and pretends not to notice the very obvious change in the way Slav looks at him.
Maybe he answered more accurately than he wanted to. Oh, well.
He takes a seat on a mechanic’s stool and his slithery little drinking buddy clambers up onto the console and takes a swig. “More bad dreams about other realms?” Coran asks once Slav has had enough that the question won’t send him into a complete frenzy.
“Oh, my, yes. Always. So many. And the percentages of them happening are so high. There is a ninety-eight per cent possibility that our rescue mission on Rurikora will end with seven children dead and ourselves in captivity. Eighty-six per cent-”
“Slav. Have you ever tried not thinking about the likely timelines?” Coran asks, and Slav looks up from his bottle with a head-tilt that reminds him of Allura when she was a toddler.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, try imagining something completely outlandish. Like… Pidge becoming Queen of the Turimonquans.”
Slav blinks at him, then snorts out a barking noise that sounds like a laugh. “But that only has an-”
“Don’t tell me the percentage.”
“W-what? But you said-”
Coran thinks, tapping a fingertip against his own bottle. “Tell me… tell me what her coronation outfit looks like.”
And that, he discovers, is the secret. Never talk about the percentages. Percentages bring anxiety, and an anxious, stressed Slav is a bundle of nervous energy that drives the entire crew off the handle.
So instead, every time Coran gets that itch up the back of his neck that means a certain alien is somewhere in the Castle having a breakdown, he quietly fishes a couple of bottles of Belai out of the cooling chambers, digs Slav out of wherever he’s hiding-
-and they talk.
About other timelines, mostly. Worlds that never happened, or have the slimmest chances of happening. But never in percentages. Instead, Coran always asks for visions, images, what Slav sees as his mind reaches out into those pathways that wind before and behind them.
“There is a timeline where we all really do end up becoming space pirates,” Slav says as he rolls his bottle back and forth between his paws.
“Yeah?” Coran takes a drink. “What are you wearing for your pirating outfit?”
“For some reason, I have many, many earrings. I do not understand. It seems very inefficient to have so many earrings.”
“Maybe it makes you look tough.”
“Hm. I have always wondered what it would be like to be the frightening-looking one for a change.”
“I don’t understand how you can put up with him,” Allura mutters when she notices the alien curled up peacefully beside him in a snoozing lump. “If I have to kick him off the piloting controls one more time, I’m going to scream.”
Coran absently pets an ear, and Slav mutters in his sleep, not about probability, but about energy sails and swords. “Just have to give him the right outlet, that’s all.”