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Healing Hands (Part 2)

Ivar x Reader
Healing Hands: Part 2 of 2. 8,341 words.
Here’s Part 1 for anyone that missed it.
Warnings: A little angst, a lotta smut. I wouldn’t read this at work ;)
Wow guys, I am so sorry that it has taken me so long to finish this update! I really didn’t mean to keep you all waiting for so long but life kicked my ass a little bit this month. Thank you all so much for your support and all of your kind words, I honestly never expected such amazing feedback. I was so nervous writing for a new fandom but you all have just been so encouraging and so kind. I really hope that each and every one of you enjoys Part 2 and that it lives up to your expectations! Thank you again, everyone!
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The days that followed Ivar’s cruel rejection were some of the bitterest you’d ever known. You weren’t sure just what to expect from all those hours at the prince’s side but outright exclusion wasn’t something that had even crossed your mind. Everything seemed to be going so well. You and Ivar constantly lost track of time as you engaged in passionate conversations, talking about everything and nothing and whatever was left in-between. You knew Ivar well know, perhaps well enough to call him a friend and you had secretly hoped that he shared these feelings.

You had even started to wonder if Ivar was more than just a friend. Even before that final blissful evening, the chemistry between you both was undeniable. In all of your years of working with patients in all sorts of intimate situations, not one had responded to your touch like Ivar had. Not even the most flirtatious warrior would gasp and whimper in a way that only a lover would yet Ivar practically melted in your hands.

Then, there were the looks. He may have been a man of few words when it came to discussing anything emotional but disappointment was always noticeable in Ivar’s bright eyes whenever you bid him goodnight. Then every morning, that disappointment vanished again when you arrived and exchanged private, flirty stares that were completely missed by Ubbe.

There was no way of really telling where the shy smiles and tantalizing glances were heading but you were certain that they were heading somewhere. That was why Ivar’s rejection hurt even more. You tried to be rational by reminding yourself that you weren’t Ivar’s lover and he had no obligation to explain anything to you but rationality didn’t keep you warm on those cold, lonely nights. 

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Mockingjay Manor - Ch 8

Chapter One /// Chapter Two /// Chapter Three /// Chapter Four /// Chapter Five /// Chapter Six /// Chapter Seven

It’s Tuesday everlarkers, and that means it’s time to visit Mockingjay Manor again! Last week’s action-packed installment gave us some much-needed smut, but also found our foursome reduced to a trio and under attack on two fronts. You voted for Katniss to shoot the nefarious Dr. Snow and SAVE HER MAN! What happens now? Let’s check in with @xerxia31 to find out….

This chapter is rated M for canon-typical violence and lots of bad language.

As always, you have 48 hours, until noon EDT on Thursday, October 19th, to cast you votes in the notes or reblogs, not in the tags!!!

I’ve been shooting a recurve bow since I was barely tall enough to hold it, but a crossbow is a different animal, and this one is larger and more powerful than any I’ve ever shot before. Military-grade, in all likelihood. Deadly accurate in the right hands.

Mine are not those hands, not with this bow anyway. Not with my heart pounding like a jackhammer. Not with the wildly flickering lantern light, and with Finnick and some sort of deranged wolf-mutt screaming just feet away. But what choice do I have? I can’t let that madman drag Peeta away.

There’s no time to think. I lift the heavy crossbow with shaky hands, and aim. Snow is using Peeta’s much larger body as a shield, practically laughing at me from behind the semi-conscious form of the man I love. I take a deep breath, settle my body into the correct archer’s stance, and try to block out the chaos all around me. I can’t afford to miss my mark. Peeta’s life depends on it.

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Imagine meeting Chris at the Oscars.

A/N: Okay, so this was a request from @joeidevivre I could see something like this when I watched it too, just didn’t think to write one. So thanks for requesting, it definitely pushed me to write it. It also gave me an idea for another series seeing as my other series might be coming to a close soon. 😢 And I know I know, “why is the reader a writer again?” Well- that’s my passion and what I know. (I’m sorry 😐) Anyway, enjoy. I’d love to get some feedback so I know if it’s a series worth pursuing. X

“This way, everybody.” The tour guide called, holding up a hand to make sure you could all see him as he led his group off the bus and towards the Dolby Theater. “Let’s keep it moving, we’re on a tight schedule.” He reminded the group for what felt like the hundredth time.

“The Dolby Theater!” Iris, your best friend who was visiting from the UK and the reason you were on a tour in your city, squealed. “This is where they hold the Oscars,” she nudged your arm with her elbow and you nodded, mocking her with fake excitement. “I’m glad you’re excited,” she teased, trying not to laugh.

Your best friend knew you’d much rather be at home working on your script than on a bus tour with her; a script that was hopefully going to one day take you inside the Dolby Theater as an honored nominee. You’d always been passionate about writing as a child, but it wasn’t until you turned twenty that you decided you wanted to pursue it as a career. For the past three years, you’d been studying film and media with a major in directing and screen writing. You’d recently graduated with an opportunity of a lifetime thanks to your professor who saw great potential in you; she got you a meeting with Paramount Pictures. So yeah, you’d much rather be at home working on a script that was possibly going to make or break your future.

“I have a lot riding on that script, Iris,” you reminded her.

“I know, Y/N,” she looped her arm with yours. “But you’re also stressed beyond recognition. You need a break, you’re going to burn out your brain before you even finish that script. You’ve still got another six months, you can afford one day off.” You sighed, but said nothing because she was right. “Plus- you should really get to know your home ground.”

“I know my home ground, I’ve been living in Los Angeles for as long as I can remember.”

“I meant the Dolby Theater,” she corrected you, smiling. “You’re going to be here a lot once Paramount and Hollywood sees how freaking talented you are.” A smile creeped onto your face when she said that. “C'mon,” she chuckled, pulling you along to get ahead of the rest of the group. “Let’s go get acquainted with the stage.”

Inside the theater, the stars sat quietly in the dark waiting for your arrival. You’d been so lost in your work that you’d completely forgotten that the Oscars were today and you were about to walk into the event thanks to Jimmy Kimmel’s elaborate plan to surprise unsuspecting tourists, and you- a Los Angeles local.

“Why is it so dark in here?” You asked in a whisper.

“I don’t know,” Iris replied in the same hush tone. “Maybe it’s pa-” The lights came on and hundreds of familiar famous faces smiled at all of you. “Oh my God,” her grip tightened on your arm. “Y/N!” Your breath hitched in your throat when you realized where you were. “We’re at the Oscars! We’re at the freaking Oscars!”

“I’m going to buy you all the ice-cream in the world after this,” you told her.

“Hello!” Jimmy Kimmel smiled. “Welcome to the 89th Academy Awards, would you like to come in and meet everyone? C'mon, this way.” He beckoned his head for your group to follow him; you and Iris were third and fourth in line, right behind a lovely couple who told you they were about to get married when you met them earlier. “I’m sure you all know everyone here.”

You felt breathless as you walked past the best actors and actresses in the industry, all the people you hope you’d get to work with one day. You couldn’t believe it, you were actually in front of them and they were smiling at you. You nearly passed out when you saw Octavia Spencer, who was an actress you loved and admired. You felt your heart skip a beat when you saw Denzel Washington and Meryl Streep in the flesh, who were just legends in Hollywood. You got to shake hands with Ryan Gosling and Emma Stone and you thought your knees were going to give way. But nothing compared to what happened next, what happened next had you in another dimension.

“Hi there,” Jimmy greeted you, shaking your hand which was undoubtedly clammy. “Are you enjoying yourself?” You nodded, unable to find the words to express your joy as you scanned the vicinity for the actor you wanted to see the most; Chris Evans. “What’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you told him, shifting your gaze back to Jimmy so you didn’t appear rude. “I’m so starstruck right now, thank you so much for this opportunity.” You knew it was because of him as he was the host, but you also knew it was thanks to Iris; it was why you promised her all the ice-cream in the world after this. “This is- it’s amazing,” you chuckled breathlessly.

Chris smiled as he watched you interact with Jimmy, you were the one amongst many that captivated him. He didn’t know what it was about you, you were very pretty but- it was more than that. You had this aura about you that enticed him, that made him want to get to know you. It killed him a little that this was where he was seeing you, because there was no way he’d get to approach you like he would be able to at a coffee shop or a bar.

“It is amazing,” Jimmy nodded, smiling. “But I think I can make it even more amazing, who is your favorite actor?” He asked and you choked on your breath. “I saw you scanning the crowd earlier,” he commented and you blushed deeply; you didn’t know you were being that obvious. “Who were you looking for?”

“Chris Evans,” Iris answered for you and Chris heart leapt into his throat when he realized he was your favorite actor. “She is in-love with Chris Evans, she’s seen all his movies and she runs like a Tu-” She cut herself off and pressed her lips together when she saw you shoot her a warning glare.

“Chris?” Jimmy looked over to where he was sitting, in between Scarlett and his sister, Shanna. “Do you want to come up here and give her a hug?” He asked but Chris was already on his feet. “The girl’s in love with you, for crying out loud. Come up here, man.”

“Oh my God,” you whimpered nervously as you watched Chris make his way through the row of seats towards you. “Iris, am I dreaming?” You asked her, squeezing her arm. “There is no way that Chris-” You stopped talking when he stopped in front of you, looking mighty fine in his blue tux. “Hi,” you breathed.

“Hi Y/N,” he flashed his heart fluttering smile, not that you could focus on it because you were so lost on the fact that he remembered your name. “Are you okay?” He chuckled softly, placing a hand on your arm; another whimper escaped your throat. “You look nervous, don’t be. We’re only human,” he told you.

“You’re Captain America,” you blurted out and immediately wanted to slap yourself, but Chris laughed which made you feel better. “I’m such a huge fan, you are just so talented. I loved your work in ‘Before We Go’, I thought your directing was-” Before you could finish what Chris was dying to hear, Jimmy interrupted.

“Sorry, but we have to keep it moving,” Jimmy felt a little bad though he didn’t show it; he could tell there was something going on between you and Chris from the look the both of you had in your eyes. “One hug, Cap, then you gotta let her go.” He teased Chris and Chris felt slight heat in his cheeks whereas your cheeks burned.

“She’s a writer,” Iris told Chris over your shoulder as he wrapped you into his arms for that one hug. “She’s got a contract with Paramount Pictures,” she informed him and he smiled gratefully; that piece of information would make things easier for him to look for you, and he definitely wanted to look for you once he left tonight.

“It was nice meeting you, Y/N,” Chris told you when he pulled away. “Good luck with your contract, I’m sure you’re going to do really well. Just remember to take a step back and breath when you get stressed or nervous, don’t give up, and whatever you’re scared of- push yourself into it. It’s what I tell myself every time I start a new job.”

“Thank you,” you smiled. “That’s really good advice.”

“Okay, let’s go.” Jimmy ushered you, Iris, and the rest of the group along.

You looked back and smiled at Chris who couldn’t take his eyes off you; he smiled back then winced when he realized he didn’t get your last name or got to tell you that if you ever needed a director, he was available. But he smiled anyway as he made his way back to his seat because he knew what you looked like, he had your first name, and he knew you were a writer who had a contract with Paramount. Those were enough details to find you, and if it weren’t- he could always turn to the internet for help; there was no way his sweet interaction with you wasn’t going to circulate the web after tonight. Either way, he was ready to find you.


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Magnetic Chapter 35: Missing Emotions

Dean Winchester x Reader

1300 Words

Story Summary:  After your Dad was killed, you were shocked to learn all about his hidden life. Deciding to follow in his footsteps, you turn to a life of hunting, surprised at how well you adapted. Then comes along Sam and Dean Winchester, turning your life upside down. You and Dean don’t get along at first, but then things soon start to change.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

It felt wrong, following Brigid out of the warehouse. It was like you hadn’t had a previous life, or a care in the world. Sure, you remembered who Sam and Dean were, but they were just that, a memory. Your heart didn’t flip when you thought of Dean, and you could care less if they were out there looking for you.

It was actually kind of freeing. Not having to worry about emotions, or people that kept you tied down. Brigid was your only worry, and making her happy. Following her as she glided down the street, people moving out of her way as she passed by. It was as if they could tell she was a goddess, a person not to be messed with.

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Omg first Aizawa request!! i love this guy thanks for the request!! and the compliment huehuhe everyone loves compliments B) And yes I know all about the horrors of periods DX

When Aizawa Shota got back home from work, he was more than surprised to see you, his girlfriend still curled up in bed. He grinned, “Someone’s been sleeping the day away,” he teased, but instead of a proper reply he only got a groan. “[___]?”

“Ugh, I don’t feel well,” you mumbled as you woke up. Your boyfriend - half worried, half convinced you were faking it - walked up to the bed and pulled the covers off of you. And saw the red stain on the bedsheets beneath you.

Aizawa understood immediately that you were on your period, and at once the worry alleviated. “Come on, it can’t be that bad–” You threw a pillow at his head before he could even finish the sentence.

“What the hell do you know? You don’t get to tell me what hurts and what doesn’t. Asshole.”

Shota’s eyes widened at your burst of anger, but that also made him rethink things. You had a point.  He took another look at you, and saw the fatigue and pain in your eyes, and really did reconsider his words. You were still curled up in fetal position, but when you noticed the blood stain on the sheets you shot up, groaning. “S-Sorry, I’ll go clean that up-”

“It’s fine,” Shota reassured you, “You go take a shower, I’ll take care of this. Okay?”

He was surprisingly unaffected by the blood, unlike most men would be, but as a hero, Aizawa kind of had to know how to wash off blood, so it was fine. You thanked him and went to take that shower, meanwhile your lover stripped the bed of the bedsheets and went to wash those in a separate bathroom.

Once he was done, he called Recovery Girl:

“You have to come over and treat [___].” “What happened?” “It’s, uh, that time of the month.” Recovery Girl laughed, “I’m afraid I can’t do anything about that.” “But she’s in so much pain, surely this isn’t normal?” She convinced him that pain was, sadly, normal, and that he just had to do his best to help you through this. Aizawa was rather displeased at Recovery Girl’s unhelpfulness, but he hung up anyway.

While Shota lacked experience in helping others through their periods, he knew what to do, theoretically. When you came out of the shower, finally out of your pajamas, he had a hot water bottle ready, along with a decent amount of chocolate. “How are you feeling?” he asked.

“My uterus hates me.”

“We’ll just relax today, then. Do you want to watch a movie?” Your lover suggested. That did sound tempting.

He let you choose whatever movie you wanted to see, and once you began to settle down, he offered you his sleeping bag. “It’ll keep you warm,” he insisted, and handed you the hot water bottle to lay on your tummy. Along with the chocolate, you couldn’t help but think Shota was the most perfect person in the world to help you through this painful time-! So wonderful, so thoughtful! What did you ever do to deserve him?

“H-Hey wait, don’t start crying now, [___]!”

Well. He’d get used to these mood swings soon enough.

SNEAK PEAK - Southern Girl {Chapter 19}

“Damn, baby. I knew you could cook, but this is… damn,” he said with a grin, shaking his head as he popped another bite into his mouth. 

“I made dessert too.”

“What if I’d already planned on having you for dessert?”

“You can have me after you try some of my cheesecake.”

“You went all out.”

Ivy gave a little shrug as she popped a green bean in her mouth.

“Since I’m jobless, I’ve gotta make myself useful around here.” 

“Don’t be doing too much, babe…You should be relaxing right now. And you just being here with me is useful enough.”

Ivy snickered as she glanced over at him.

“Oh yeah? How’s that?”

“I get to come home to my queen.”

Ivy felt her heart flutter when he said those words, his dove grey eyes looking over at her with so much intensity.


“I mean it, anela. I used to come home to an empty house all the time. Tonight was the first time I’ve ever come home to a home cooked meal and the woman of my dreams waiting for me. Useful doesn’t even begin to describe what you are to me.”

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There were good and honest people who called Downtown home – people who made the best of their situations despite the difficulties they endured. Though Downtown was cramped, stricken with crime, riddled with poverty, and generally looked down upon by those who lived outside of it, those residents had a bond of camaraderie that Midreach or Upperhills could never understand. They shared what they could with each other, were more sympathetic towards the plight of others, and watched each other’s backs.

While those good and honest residents did exist, it was the uglier side of Downtown that shone as its most prominent depiction.

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Thank you for 7k

I fell asleep this morning (it was 5am lol) and was still at 6.9k and woke up to have surpassed 7k after a few hours! Thank you so much for following this very disorganised blog, for keeping up to date with my writing and actually, for just reading my posts. 7k is more than I could have ever imagined and in the 5 (?) months I’ve been running this blog I never would have thought I’d reach such a number. 

You guys have no idea how much I love and appreciate the time you take to actually read, to like, to reblog, to comment and to send asks, all those things I honest to god couldn’t thank you guys enough for. I try to keep up with what’s in my inbox and try to get back to you all as soon as I can and I do read reblogs and comments, I see the tags and it makes me smile, it really does! 

7k may not be a lot to some people but it’s already more than what I thought I’d achieve, to me 50 or 100 hunny buns (I never really liked calling my readers, followers lol) is already a lot, just know I love you all for reading, for starting up conversations with me, and trusting me enough to ask for advice. All those things, I’m grateful for. 

Thank you again, I’ll try harder to post more and communicate with you guys! 

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The Second Sun

Chapter list:

Chapter 1 - The Distrust.

Chapter 2 - The Reflection.

Chapter 3 - The Fear.

Chapter 4 - The Lie.

Chapter 5 - The sun?

Chapter 6 - The Truth.

Chapter 7 - The Guilt.

Chapter 8 - The Second Sun.

Meanwhile, Saeran ran to the nearest bus stop. He had never taken one on his own. He didn’t know how it worked, but he tried anyway. He remembered something else that Yoosung had told him about his address or where he lived, and explained that to the driver. He, with some fear, agreed to take him.

His heart beat fast all the way.

Once he got off the bus he began to analyze his environment, looking for something that resembled what at some point Yoosung mentioned to him.

Where could that place be?

Saeran approached the few passers-by who were on the street to ask for directions, but they walked away, giving him a look of repulsion, as if he were a strange creature. He was already giving up when he heard someone calling him behind his back.

“Where do you want to go, boy?”

It was an old woman’s voice. Saeran turned to look and noticed she was blind. That explained why she came to help him. He cleared his throat and tried to stay calm.

“Ah… I’m looking for a park, a small one. It’s supposed to be near building 306, or something like that, but I can’t find it…”

She seemed to understand immediately.

“You must follow the street that is in front of the building and then turn left. It is a small park, but has several trees. You’ll find it right away.”

His eyes brightened as he realized he was not that far away.

“… Thank you very much” he said in a friendly tone.

“You’re welcome. Be happy…”

Saeran began to walk, and then something prompted him to turn to see the old woman. It was probably the last thing she said, so he felt it right to thank her once again… but she was gone. He didn’t want to think about it too much and continued along the path she had pointed. Finally, in the distance, he saw a park full of trees, just as the old woman had described it. He paused to catch his breath and think of what to say when he saw Yoosung, and then it began to rain. He pulled on his coat’s hood and ran to the park, until he was under the trees. The large size they had was perfect to block the rain.

His gaze went from here to there looking for Yoosung, but he didn’t see him anywhere. Maybe he was gone because of the cold and the rain, or maybe…

“Was I wrong?” He murmured.

He began to get discouraged, although at that point a further disappointment was not a great thing. He was about to leave despite the rain, after all, there was nothing of interest for him in that park.

“Are you from the neighborhood? No one ever comes to this park, they say the area is dangerous at night.”

That voice. That blessed voice.

Saeran contained his emotions and focused on figuring out where the voice that he had longed so much lately had come from but he couldn’t find its location. He felt lucky to wear that hood, because Yoosung couldn’t recognize him because of it. He had no other explanation for Yoosung to speak so naturally.

“No… I’m a little lost” he replied, trying to change his tone so it wouldn’t be so obvious.

“Oh, I understand. You can wait for the rain to pass and then continue along that street near the playground, you would reach the avenue.”

“… Thank you.”

It was so strange to hear his voice again after all that happened, but at the same time, that sense of peace had returned just by hearing him speak for a few seconds. Although this time it was different, he felt too anxious. He wanted to see him.

A loud sound behind him took Saeran by surprise. Apparently, Yoosung was on the tree. It made sense, and as soon as he heard his footsteps approaching to his side he lowered his head and looked to the opposite side.

“The lower branches were getting wet, hehe. I like to climb that tree because nobody can see me…”He confessed with laughter. This was the drop that overflowed the glass. Saeran couldn’t stand it any longer…


And he couldn’t stand it. He turned to look at him and took off his hood.

Yoosung’s expression changed to one that showed some pain mixed with his obvious surprise. He turned his gaze to the floor.

“I never expected to see you here… How did you find me? Did your brother track my call or put me a GPS without me noticing?” He joked reluctantly.

“You told me months ago.”

Yoosung looked up, perplexed. He didn’t expect Saeran to remember something so trivial and that even he couldn’t remember saying. It made him feel a bit special. He always knew that Saeran was listening to him, but he never imagined it to be on that level. He felt happy… but he was still hurt.

“I… I must go.”

“But it’s raining” he said quickly.

“It doesn’t matter…”

He was deeply hurt by the fact that Yoosung avoided looking directly into his eyes, but he fought the pain and took a deep breath. There was something he had to tell him.

“…Don’t leave the R.F.A”

Yoosung was about to walk away, but that made him stop. He looked into Saeran’s eyes —after a long time— and realized that the same intense gaze that frightened him a little, was now charged with a completely different feeling. He could see the pain, and his eyes were red and swollen. He knew why, had seen it in himself countless times.

“Saeran, are you ok?” He asked worriedly and trubled. Saying his name out loud made him feel strange in his chest.

“Don’t leave what you love because of me, please…”

Not even all he had cried during those days was enough, because just as he finished asking Yoosung not to leave the organization the tears began to burst out. Everything he had tried to contain was released at that moment, revealing his fragile side. That side that he didn’t want to show to anyone ever again in his life.

Yoosung was stunned, because he never thought he would see Saeran cry, much less in that situation.

“Since I was born I was tagged as bad —he began to say—. I understand if you want to hate me, I will not judge you for it. I’m the only one you should hate in this story… I can disappear from your life! I will leave you alone. I… I will do as if we had never spoken, I really can do it if you wish, but please… Don’t leave…”

Saeran couldn’t keep talking. His chest began to ache and he burst into tears, just as he had done in the shower a couple of hours ago. He lowered his head, he was deeply confused. Saeran wasn’t sure why he was doing it, he was just certain that he didn’t want to hurt Yoosung. He didn’t want anyone to hurt him… And if he had to take all the blame for it, he was willing to put up with it.


Yoosung approached, hesitating, and when he was close enough, Saeran grabbed him roughly and hugged him tightly, still crying. He buried his face in Yoosung’s neck, hugging him harder and harder despite the pain in his right arm. He couldn’t think of the pain, he couldn’t stop. He never imagined that he would like so much to make physical contact with another person, at least not after all he had lived. He never thought that the day he needed so much of someone else would come.

Saeran didn’t want to let him go, not again.

“Saeran… —whispered Yoosung— It’s okay” He said, trying to calm him down at he returned the hug.

Yoosung could feel Saeran’s shacking breath on his neck, accompanied by tears which began to soak his clothes. A light blush covered his cheeks and his heart began to beat nervously. He had hugged many people in his life for different reasons, but he had never experienced anything like that. For his part, and despite the cold, Saeran could feel directly how warm Yoosung was for the first time. And although he didn’t feel worthy of that moment, he couldn’t stop hugging him and sobbing.

“I can feel the warmth of the sun…”

Saeran didn’t know if he was delirious or something, but for the first time in days, in months, he felt true peace. It was so that his body, noticing that his mind finally calmed down, collapsed by the lack of sleep and food.

“S-Saeran?! —Exclaimed Yoosung, feeling the weight in his arms. Saeran had fainted— Damn! My phone, where I left it… Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on…”

He took Saeran to a bench that was still dry, under a tree. He couldn’t help seeing his face in complete peace as he slept.

He wondered how much Saeran have been through to reach the point of collapsing at a moment like this.

Did the distance between them affect Saeran so much?

The more he thought about it, the more he understood him, because during those days when he decided to get away from the lies of the R.F.A he couldn’t stop thinking about what Saeran would be doing in his absence. Whether he would be fine, or whether he would continue to observe the sky as every day…

Yoosung couldn’t explain it to himself clearly, but if there was something clear it was that during that period he had missed him as never before.

“Don’t get distracted, just call Seven” he reminded himself in thoughts.


Hours later, Saeran awoke in his room. He got a little scared and tried to sit down all too sudden, which made him dizzy. Yoosung was sitting by the desk, but after seeing him react that way he hurried to sit next to him to calm him down.

The moment their eyes met his expression changed completely. It wasn’t a dream, Yoosung really was there with him once more. He felt pathetic, since he let him see his weaker side.

A half-awkward silence took over the room, but it was Yoosung who decided to break it —as usual—.

“While you were unconscious Seven came to talk to me, and you’re right. I shouldn’t leave the things I love… So I will not leave the R.F.A.”

“… I’m glad to hear that” he replied, trying to hide his happiness.

Yoosung gave a light chuckle.

“I don’t hate you, either. Truth is I can’t hate you, hehe…”

A small spark flared in Saeran’s eyes, but he preferred to look away.

“Are you sure of what you’re saying? I’m not a good person…”

“I will judge that” replied the blonde, laughing, to which Saeran let out a sigh.

“I don’t deserve it —he paused—. I… I must tell you something important.”

Yoosung opened his eyes in surprise, but remained silent, waiting for Saeran to continue.

“For me… you are like the sun” he said with some sadness.

“The sun?” He asked confused.

Saeran nodded, and took some air to continue explaining.

“The sun is radiant and warm despite everything. It guides your way through the day, and gives his light to the moon to guide you through the night. Yoosung… for me you are like this; Radiant, warm. During all these months you have only enlightened my way, as if you were the sun. But, I don’t deserve that light. I’ll probably never deserve it…”

His expression became even sadder after confessing this, and Yoosung noticed it immediately. It was only a matter of seconds before his body moved on its own and caught Saeran in his arms.

“Stop saying you don’t deserve it, because we all deserve new opportunities. If you think that I am like the sun for you, then let me guide you from now on and together we will make you stop believing that you are a bad person. I’m sure soon everyone will see how fantastic you are, too. Because you’re amazing, you are special, Saeran.”

“Yoosung…” he murmured, as he left the hug. He felt strange, but in a good way. He looked at Yoosung in the eyes and he gave him a smile, which he replied shyly.

It was after this that he finally managed to identify that feeling. Something different from the love he felt for his brother, watching the sky or having some ice cream. Something completely different from a simple friendship. Now that he had finally found the words to express himself, he didn’t know how to say them. There were so many emotions together that Saeran felt they could overflow at any moment.

He knew that if he said the typical words would create an uncomfortable environment, so he preferred to say it in a more… particular way.

“I always looked to the sky for peace, but what makes the sky so clear is the sun. Without the sun, we are nothing…”

“It’s true —he added—. Its light is the same for everyone.”

“I love the sunlight —He said nervously—. I… I want you to be my second sun, Yoosung.”

“His second sun?” Thought Yoosung, ashamed.

He felt the blood rise to her head, making his cheeks crimson red. Yes, it was only moments ago that he offered himself to be like the sun, but the way Saeran told him… He felt a second intention. Actually, it sounded like a declaration of love.

He started laughing nervously, while Saeran looked at him carefully for an answer. He took a little breath, cleared his throat and looked into his eyes somewhat embarrassed.

“I… I want to be your second sun, Saeran.”

At that moment he didn’t know if he was dead or dreaming, since he was sure to be seeing an angel. Saeran smiled at him as he had never seen before, and as he came up to give him another hug, he noticed something very particular.

It was just them two, there, in that special moment that would remain forever in their memories.

They were not predestined, and it was probably for this very reason that they would never find each other on their next life. Nonetheless, in that instant as they hugged each other, something so minimal for everything they both wanted to prove, that… Only with that, they felt complete.

Like the moon and the sun…


I preferred to leave the notes at the end, so that you could read these two chapters quietly without me interfering.
I want to thank you for taking the time to read this story. I wrote it with a lot of love towards them, so I hope it has been reflected, even a little… This story was born of a dream I had long ago (yes, the crazy Kyu dreams of Yooran). I did not want to forget it, so I wrote it to enjoy it whenever I wanted. I hope you liked them as much as I did.
Many thanks to the organizers of @yooranweek, I felt in heaven. ♡ And wait a little longer, because I will make all the fanarts that were left pending by my unfortunate computer that dies in the less opportune moment…

Imperfections: A Dan Howell Fanfiction

I’m sorry my copy paste method makes the writing really blurry but hopefully you can still read this prompt! Also I’m warping this like the tiniest bit and taking out the last word of the prompt the gist is the same though :)

Pairing: Dan Howell x female character 

Genre: Fluff and mild angst

Warning: Insecurities

Word Count: 1158

Annie couldn’t stop changing her dress. She and Dan had been dating for exactly 6 months that night, yet she was still trying desperately to impress him. For some reason, she couldn’t find anything she looked good in. No matter how many dresses she tried on, she was still dissatisfied. As much as she tried to convince herself it was her clothes, deep down she knew it was her lip.

Annie was born with a condition called cleft lip and palate. There was an opening on her upper lip that led almost up to her nostril. As a child, her family never had the money for her to have surgery to repair it. In her opinion, it made her look as ugly as the duckling. She had no clue how she managed to get a boyfriend, let alone keep one. Even after months and multiple dates, she still hadn’t kissed Dan yet. She didn’t want to repel yet another man. 

In the few months before she dated Dan, Annie had seen three guys. Two disappeared after the first date, unable to stand the sight of her. The third allowed her to get close enough to the point where he wanted to kiss her, but after the first kiss, she never heard from him again. Things were going so well with Dan, and he didn’t want the same thing to happen with him. 

There was a knock on Annie’s front door as she was zipping up yet another dress. The purple dress was long and flowing, and it was one of her favorites. “Just a minute!” she called, rushing to the bathroom. Annie took a swig of mouthwash, swishing it around in her mouth while she frantically brushed her hair. After around fifteen seconds, she spit out the mouthwash and set down her hairbrush, rushing for the door. She tore it open to see Dan. “Hi,” Annie panted, trying to regain her composure and make it look like she wasn’t completely out of breath. 


Annie’s heart beat rapidly as he looked her up and down. Did she look bad? Of course she did, she was the most repulsive girl she knew. “What?” Concern was evident on her face as she spoke. 

“You- you look beautiful.” Annie’s concerned face relaxed into a smile and turned a deep red shade. She’d forgotten to put on makeup, but she evidently didn’t need any blush. “Ready to go?” 

Annie smiled, for once not thinking about her lip. “Definitely.” 

Dan’s car pulled up at the one of the fanciest restaurants in London. “Oh my gosh. You didn’t have to do this.” Annie laughed. 

“Only the best for our anniversary.” She rolled her eyes. Dan was so extra sometimes. 

He got out of the car and raced around to open the door for her. “I can do that myself, you know.” 

“Oh, I know. I just want to be polite for m’lady.” At this point, Annie was flat out laughing. Dan was an idiot, but she loved him for it. 

The two entered the restaurant, taking a seat at the table Dan reserved and getting two menus from their waiter. They had to stifle laughs upon noticing his stereotypical waiter’s mustache. “This place is so fancy,” Annie said after the waiter left. “And expensive! Dan, are you sure you want to eat here?” 

“Of course. Order whatever you’d like.” 

Annie scanned the menu, her mouth watering at the delectable choices. She immediately had to eliminate a few that she determined too hard to eat without making a mess and embarrassing herself because of her lip. Finally, she decided on a steak. The waiter came back and she placed her order, handing the menu to him. Once he left again, the two were alone to talk. “I can’t believe it’s been six months.” 

“Me either. It’s gone by so fast. Time flies when you’re having fun, they say.” 

The two sat awkwardly for a moment before Dan pulled his phone from his pocket. “Wanna see this meme I made earlier today?” 

“Now you’re talking.” 

They ended up spending the next half hour looking at memes. When their food came, they reluctantly put their phones down and began to eat. On her plate, Annie found the biggest steak she’d ever seen. She only ate about half of it before giving up and pushing it away from her. “Ready to go?” Dan asked. Annie simply nodded, leaning back in her chair and attempting to digest. 

Dan paid the check and they headed back to the car. After driving for a while, Annie noticed something. “You missed the turn back to my house.” 

“We’re not going back to your house,” Dan said with a devious, yet good-intentioned smile. It was like he had something planned, but it was a good something. They drove onto one of London’s tallest hills, overlooking the entire city. 

“I used to come up here when I was little!” Annie smiled widely, and Dan admired her imperfect smile. Yes, she had a cleft lip, but that didn’t change how he felt about her. Everyone has imperfections, and he wanted those imperfect lips on his own. Dan took her hand, pulling her as close as he could. 

Annie was beginning to get nervous. Dan was getting really close and she didn’t want him to kiss her. She loved him, but she was terrified he wouldn’t love her after they kissed. He leaned onto her shoulder, pulling her closer. Annie’s heart raced as Dan looked up at her. “Happy 6 months, Annie.” A smile crossed Dan’s lips as they closed in on hers. 

Her breathing picked up. He was but an inch from her mouth. “Stop!” 

Dan backed off immediately, scrambling away from her. His face went beet red. “I- I’m sorry- I didn’t know you didn’t want to-” 

“No, it’s not you-” 

“I’m sorry-” 


“No, no-”


“I’ll take you home.” 

“Dan!” It wasn’t until then that she finally got his attention. “It’s not that I don’t want to kiss you.” Annie took a deep breath before revealing her deepest insecurities. “I’m just worried, that’s all. Worried that once you kiss this mangled mess, you won’t love me anymore.” 

Dan’s face dropped. “Of course I’ll love you. I don’t love you for your face or your kiss, I love you for you. Trust me.”

He took her hands and stared into her deep, green eyes. They were gazing at the floor, but eventually they glanced up and met Dan’s. She took a deep breath. “I think I’m ready.” 

“Are you sure?” Dan asked, his eyes and his voice full of care. 

“100% confident.” And with that, their lips met. Annie found immediately that it was the best kiss she’d ever had, for this one wasn’t filled with the discontent of those of her past. Dan took her, imperfections and all, and loved her unconditionally. It was then that Annie finally realized: It was her imperfections that made her perfect. 

Honestly I can’t believe it’s 2017 and I’m about to make a post like this.

But, you know, that’s how it goes sometimes. I feel like I’ve put up with a lot of overall nonsense from this fandom as a whole. People who want things their own way, regardless of the arguments and explanations against certain things: tagging, “discourse”, bickering about which part of the fandom, exactly, is mean to the other. And I’ve been pretty silent on most of it because it’s stupid frankly and if someone needs to tag something in the wrong tag to make them happy than that’s great for them.

But I’m not going to be silent on this latest round of nonsense. Because we’ve kinda passed the realm of nonsense and gone straight into bullshit territory. Because that’s exactly what it is; it’s bullshit when you feel the need to send people hate mail not only bashing their shipping preferences but telling them to kill themselves. I don’t know any other word for this type of petty, childish nonsense.

And that’s why I’m not going to say silent on this. Because when people are sending messages like that to my friend, someone I love and care about in real life then enough is enough. And I might very well be on my soapbox here shouting out into the void but I’m just going to go on shouting.

There are two main points to this post: the first being that this is basically a call out post. And yes, I am tagging a specific fandom in this post because I am calling you out. Not all of you, of course, because I’m in not the habit of judging people based on what they ship, but some of your are guilty and you know you are guilty. So I’m calling you out here, on my soapbox.

If you don’t like a ship, that’s fine. If you don’t like a ship specifically because it messes with your OTP fine. Whatever. But you know what a good way to avoid that ship is? Blacklist the tags. Unfollow the person who seems to be a big shipper of that particular ship. As terrible as tumblr might be, it does come with this clever button marked “unfollow” so you know exactly what you’re getting when you push it. Everyone I know, especially in the particular part of the fandom that seems to be causing so much drama, uses tags on everything they post or reblog.

There are so many elements of AoS that are problematic, we all get that. There are so many things that we wish they did better or handled differently. Everyone disagrees with something on the show: a plot line, a character, a ship. Everything, it seems, is problematic. I’m not saying that it isn’t, I’m not saying that the pairing is without it’s issues. What I am saying is that people see things differently. My opinion of Fraida is different than yours; my opinion of Fitzsimmons is different than yours. I’m sorry that my opinion and the things I like hurts your ship, or your feelings in any way. I’m sorry that my tiny fandom of about five people is making it impossible for you to write fics, or make gif sets, or ship what you want to ship.

You know what is a good way to talk to someone about something you feel is problematic or bothersome: talk to them, Have a discussion. A nice, civil discussion. I guarantee that having a conversation is much better than telling someone that they are wrong, evil, terrible and that they should kill themselves.

And as an aside like what the fuck people really? Are you really sending messages on anon telling someone to kill themselves?! Really?! Why on earth is that an okay thing to do. And why would that ever be a way to handle a problem that you have with someone else? About a fictional ship, made up of fictional people on a fictional TV show?

I swear this shipping nonsense has gone on long enough. I get that you don’t like it, okay? everyone in the world totally hears you loud and clear. You think my pairing of choice is problematic, unhealthy and gross. I disagree. I’ll come right out and say it: I completely disagree with a lot of the perception about this ship. But you know what, who cares? I feel that way about Fitzsimmons and I know people will disagree with me about that. And that’s totally fine. I’ll have a discussion with you any day of the week. But how does that make it okay to send such hateful, vile messages to a real person on the other side of your computer screen?

I’m just tired of this. I’ve been tired of this shipping bullshit for a long time. But enough is enough. Stay away from my friends, stay away from my tag, stay away from our blogs if you have to. It’s that easy, honestly! What happened to the idea of “ship and let ship?” Why is it so difficult to put your money where your mouth is and actually practice what is said in those nice little positive posts that you’re always reblogging. Again, I know this isn’t everyone. But it is some people, and I am calling you out because no one else ever seems to.

I honestly can’t understand getting so upset about something pretend that you want to hurt a real person. I think you need to seriously step back and think very hard about the things you say and think and messages you send to people. Guys, this is not okay. Seriously. If we can’t play together can we just leave each other alone?

The second part of this post is simple enough: the next time you feel so inclined to send someone a hateful message, I invite you to come check out my blog. My inbox is always open. You can find it right here.

Eruri Fic Rec List

Okay, so I’ve seen lots of Eruri fic recommendation lists and there full of the same 10-15 fics give or take a few so I’m going to make a rec list of fics that I love but never get the love they deserve! So all the big name fics will NOT be on this list! I still love coffee shop, gilded by night and like like but it’s time for some others to shine!

Also as this is my list it will mostly be fluff, gen, angst, crack and other oddities that fall out of the normal porn filled Eruri fics, so if you looking for PWP and like like, sorry lots of other lists will have those ones.

Scared by BleedingDeath

Short fic, one shot. Levi has nightmares and goes to make sure that’s all they are

Citizenship by Cherry

Short fic, one shot. Humanity has won and Levi & Erwin are getting ready for Erwin’s victory parade, Also on Erwin’s birthday

blankets by rizythewriter

Short fic, one shot. When Levi wakes up from his naps, he finds that someone has been covering him with a blanket and want’s to find out who. 

Chocolat by InstantPsycho

Short fic, one shot, 1st person from Levi. Erwin had a gift for Levi, something he was never able to have in the underground

Warmth by makuroshi

One shot. Levi is scared of Thunder and goes to the only place he feels safe during those nights.

Car Crash Hearts by sharmanat0r

My favourite in the Domestic Boyfriends Serie. On their way home from the movies on a snowy night, things take a bad turn. 

My Captain, My King by asuralucier

Multi-chapter, hasn’t updated in a while. When the King dies, the royal court has come to collect the next king from the Scouting Legion, Leaving Levi with little time to reluctantly take over Erwin’s duties and sort out what feelings he may have for the soon-to-be king of humanity

In which Erwin reads the newspaper by epithalamium

Short fic, one shot. When reading his morning paper, Erwin finds that the gossip has turned to him (and Levi)

Attachment by Cigamina

Multi-chapter, hasn’t updated in a while but its long chapters and well worth the wait! Alternative back-story where Erwin comes across a boy who fights with no intention of loosing what’s his. (started before ACWNR) My personal favourite back-story for how Erwin & Levi met.

welcome to the scouting legion, leave your sanity at the door by vype

I’m reluctant to call what’s in this one “porn” but this is one of the funnest things you will ever read, and it’s meant to be funny! Just read it!

For the Soul by daphnerunning

One shot. Levi is sick and is positive he will die from this illness, Erwin brings him something for his cold. I was debating on putting this on the list, as it was quit popular when it came out but but it could use some love now-a-days

points of devotion by fealle

Long one shot, fill from the kinkmeme. Erwin and Levi meet again and again in different lives but the outcome changes vary little. I highly recommend this one! I was checking it daily on the kinkmeme when they were filling.

meditation (i thought of you) by coinseller

Multi-chapter, finished fill from the kinkmeme. This one does have some porn in it but I love it to much to leave it off, as it’s gotten less attention then it should! Takes place after WWII, Erwin is an American soldier waiting to go home but meets a French musician that has him reconsidering.

Bad Decisions by dark_as_leila

Multi-chapter, fairly new. Modern school AU with a twist! Levi is the teacher and Erwin is his student! Most likely will have porn in later chapter but even without being a fill on the kinkmeme, its everything I asked for in a prompt so go read it!

Thumbelina by FreyrFnk

Started as a one shot but turned to multi-chapter, Hasn’t updated in a long time but it will be; one day ;~; . Levi has woken up from a night of drinking to find that he has somehow become a child! Erwin takes care of him well Hanji work on fixing it but Levi is just too adorable as a child. As I said before, this was originally a one shot but I bugged the author enough that they kept it going (don’t worry, it was a trade off for some scenes in my fic.) If you ever need to be cheered up, read this one! you won’t be disappointed!

Not an Eruri Fanfic by zelshin

One shot, short fic and grade A crack! Tired of all the levi/eren in the Levi/Erwin Smith tag? Well then this one will give you a rundown of what to expect should you want to check one of those out.

Now, Forever by Kuri

Long fic, one shot.  Erwin finds a child who reminds him of the one dear person he lost years ago. This is one that has and will appear on many rec lists but I NEED this on mine! Not only is it one of the most moving fics out there but it is a kinkmeme fill for one of my prompts. It came months and months after my prompt and I had given up hope on getting a fill so started one writing it myself when the wonderful Kuri came along and not only filled it with everything I asked for but hit a lot of things I had drafted for my version and even more! This is a MUST READ for all eruri shippers!

Lavender by ImperialMint

One shot, long fic. Levi’s birthday is coming up but Erwin has gone missing! Not only that but there is a duckling that has been clinging to Levi well Erwin has been gone

Recall by Feli_nya

Multi-chapter, a new writer so please be kind when leaving comments. The cast of SnK has been reincarnated in modern time and Levi has his memories and want to go out and find Erwin, even if he is a child living in an orphanage… When a woman is interviewing him for possible adoption , her husband comes in late and Levi is left speechless as Erwin stands before him. Erwin and his wife adopt Levi and he soon finds that Erwin has no memory of their past life! Levi takes matters into his own hands to try and get Erwin to remember their past. This one is super cute but the chapters are short. Like I said before, keep in mind that the author is still new to fanfic’s so there are errors on occasion but it won’t get in the way. Might seem slightly OOC at the time but it is a AU and its never OOC enough to pull you out.

Now I would like to take this moment to shamlessly plug my own ongoing fic Levi Thumb I’m on hiatus at the moment but at more then 50k words, I should have the next chapter up before you finish, should you start ^__^;; Levi Thumb (pre-cannon, I started before ACWNR) is about a Fairy Levi that Erwin has somehow summoned to be his new corporal. For as crazy as it started off, it’s become something I never saw coming.

I’ll also take one last moment to shamelessly plug the rest of my work that you can find here Hope_Loneheart

Misery Loves Glamour

Summary: Life in the limelight isn’t always so sweet, and secrets are more closely guarded than ever. But if you look hard enough, in all the wrong places, you might find the love of your life, and a way to break free. Malec lemons galore in later chapters.

Submission from @blackyroseangel. This is a long fic and even has it’s own tumblr for all the extra stuff like pictures and playlists!

i just really need to get this off my chest because i can’t stop thinking about this show; it’s everything to me at the moment. anyway.

yuri!!! on ice is so good and so important okay? 

  • it has such a large diverse cast of characters from southeast-asian to mexican-american to europeans!! and none of them are stereotypical in any way!! bravo!
  • the main character has low self-esteem and barely any confidence or faith in himself and this show is about him trying to gain just that! it’s about learning to like yourself and who you are.
  • it dwells into gender issues and gives such a huge middle finger to toxic masculinity. it allows the men to be feminine without ever turning it into a joke/punchline. 
  • the ost!!! THE OST DUDES HOLY GOD.
  • it handles the issue of discovering your sexual/sensual sides very very well and without ever overdoing it.
  • it depicts the growing and blooming relationship between two characters, a russian man and a japanese man, and they are openly affectionate towards each other!! that’s such a big deal ok.
  • and adding to that; none of the other characters in the show are disgusted by their relationship. 

and we are only halfway through the show. i can’t wait to see what the second half will bring along. :’)

got tagged by @jjkblossom earlier today, thank u cx

whats your favorite song(s) to sing/hum?

Oh man i dont rlly sing or hum at all tbh im too self-conscious bc my voice isnt deep enough

whats your favorite flower/tree/plant (all 3 or whatever you have an answer to)?

i guess roses??? i dont know too much abt plants tbh

favorite color(s)?

light shades of blue, specifically Cyan

what do you always doodle (if you ever do)?

Anime,,,,,, Kenma Kozume

how do you take your coffee/tea? if you don’t like those whats your fav warm drink?

i hate hot coffee, i drink ice blended like a basic bitch bbgfjdfbjdf i love hot coco though!!!

favorite candle scent?

Maple? Vanilla?

sunrise or sunset?

I guess sunset i usually go to sleep just after sunrise so i can see both whenever

what perfume do you wear, if any?

The manly scent of vanilla bvjdfbvkjfsdvnkfsj

whats your go to dance move when you’re alone?

i dont even dance alone tbh like i cant dance at all hjkjhgfdsdfgh i tried to dance once with jj freshman year it was v romantic (sarcasm, we got interrupted ://)  

favorite quote?

cant say i have one??? if i do have one its probably “You think I came out the pussy drawing Mozart?!” -Arin Hanson

favorite self care thing(s)/routine(s)?

Monster Hunter, or if im over thinking/am getting jealous i think it out logically and console myself yknow? and breathe deeply

fuzzy socks or house slippers?

neither im always under fluffy blankets

what color are your eyes?


whats your favorite eye color on others?

Dark browns

favorite season? why?

fall, its not blazing hot but its not freezing

cheek, neck, or nose kisses?

depends on the person. lovers: All of the above

Friends: cheek

what does your happy place look like?

my friends there and us all having fun?

favorite breed of dog?

German shepherd 

do you ever want to be married? if so, what colors would you pick for your wedding theme?

Ideally i would but i feel like its not gonna happen tbh, the colors could be up to my partner if they want though.

cursive or print?

idk what this one means, but i can read print the best??? i dont do much physical writing anymore

silk or lace?


favorite weather? 

mostly cloudy, in the 70s or 60s is perfect but tht never happens in the desert fkdjbvgdfjkbvkdf

Tagging: @bbyb0y-seo @cosmic-yuta and whoever else tbh bc this was long af tbh igbfudgbdfkbng

ladycatherinegordon  asked:

Unicorn, vampire, Phoenix !

Unicorn: Tag someone who is So Good, So Pure™

@ellacinders - MADDYYYY is my love, even when we’re complete ships in the night she is a true delight in my life and i’m not even sure what i did before her? those 3,000+ miles separating us aren’t enough to stop me from considering that girly one of my best friends, honestly. (even if i’m starting to talk like her now and people keep wondering where i’m getting these things from, LIISTENNN)

Vampire: Tag someone of whom you’ve been a longtime fan.

oh easy, @madameserpent - i’m pretty sure that i have followed them on every RP blog i have ever made and i don’t regret it for a moment. they’re ridiculously talented and i admire they way they plucked catherine from reign’s awful writing, made her their own and did her true justice as she deserves! where can i sign up to the madameserpent fan club?

Phoenix: Tag someone who is a bright light on your dash.

i mean, do you even have to ask? @ladycatherinegordon - YES, I’M TAGGING YOU IN YOUR OWN ASK! yet another person i admired from afar, you’re one of the loveliest people and i truly adore seeing you and your writing on my dash. i must be a sucker for people who take lesser known historical figures under their wing but i truly admire and love how much attention you give catherine and you have fleshed her out AMAZINGLY! please stay wonderful. <3

                                  october positivity | accepting. ( ALWAYS ACCEPTING POSITIVE VIBES )

Here we go...

You know what I find funny?

The WestAllen fandom likes to see themselves as the good guys in our little fandom war. They’re not, but I can respect the level of delusion they have about themselves.

But I invite all of you to scroll through our tag and look at all of the posts where someone has tagged both Snowbarry and WestAllen. Except there’s a catch, only look at the posts where someone is being nice.

They’re usually the ones who ship both SB and WA, or they think this shipping war is stupid and they want us to make nice. Personally, I like that goal. When this show first started, I tried several times to reach out to the WA fandom so that we could at least not be so hostile towards each other. If failed with them insulting and belittling me every single time.

It’s no real secret that they feel they have the moral right to treat Snowbarry shippers like shit, so I eventually gave up and started to openly mock them. If they’re not even going to entertain the notion that they’re wrong about us, I’m not going to do the same thing about them being hateful bigots.

Anyway, what you will notice in almost every single one of those posts is the extreme hostility from the WestAllen fandom to the person posting, even if the person who is trying to make peace is a WA shipper. You very rarely see that level of hostility from the Snowbarry fandom in those same posts.

The Snowbarry fandom is waaaay more accepting of people who ship both SB and WA, and we’re generally welcoming to anyone who doesn’t like this animosity between our fandoms.

Just scroll down the Snowbarry tag a little bit and you’ll find a WA shipper who actually calls out his own fandom on spamming our tag with their hate. He was completely fair, even calling out the SB shippers who do the same thing.

The response from the WA fandom was predictable, while the response from the SB fandom was way more accepting. I’ve said this before, but I’ve never hated Iris. I’ve never hated WestAllen. I just don’t ship them. It really is that simple. However, I won’t even try to hide the fact that I detest the people within the WA fandom who treat me like a racist for enjoying my ship. I will mock those idiots endlessly until their frothing at the mouth rage stops being so amusing to me. It’s been three seasons and it’s still funny.

And A LOT of Snowbarry shippers are that way. A lot of Snowbarry shippers don’t hate Iris or WestAllen. A lot of SB shippers are just regular people who want to enjoy their ship. However, for three seasons now, we’ve had an entire fandom accuse us of being something the vast majority are not.

Let me address an important issue that started this entire war to begin with. Are there racists in our fandom? Yep. Are there racists in the WA fandom? Yep. I know some people believe you can’t be racist towards white people, but some of you take your hostility towards Caitlin way too far. You can be a poc and still be racist.

But the one thing that the people within the WA fandom who call us racists conveniently ignore is that you can scroll through our tag for hours on end and not find a single racist post. I’ve pointed this out many times and every single time those WA shippers ignore it because it doesn’t fit their narrative.

The Snowbarry fandom has done a pretty damn good job of keeping the racists out of our own tag, but those WA shippers still think our fandom mostly consists of them.

You will find prejudices in every single fandom that has ever existed. What you ship does not define you as a human being. You can be a complete scumbag human being and still ship a couple together.

But here’s the harsh reality of the situation, and while I’m sure most of those racism accusers in the WA fandom will ignore it like usual, it’s a very simple fact: No fandom is capable of policing thousands to millions of anonymous users over the internet.

So to the people out there who believe that we “allow” these racists to exist, you’re being naive. The only thing we can do is keep them out of places where we have some level of control. And we have, our own tag is free of those assholes and that’s the extent of what we can do.

We don’t allow anything, that’s not how the internet works. It’s a melting pot of all kinds of different people who are free to express themselves no matter what their views are.

What we can do, and what we have done MANY TIMES is tell these idiots to fuck off. But that’s mostly all we can do. We do not have the power to kick someone off the internet, and it’s very weird that those people in the WA fandom think we do.

And besides people, why do you think the majority of our fandom would want to be racist? What’s the benefit in being openly racist on the internet? What could that possibly do for us?

Oh yeah, we REALLY enjoy being talked down to for three seasons by another fandom who treats us like shit because they believe they are morally superior to do so. And being racist would DEFINITELY improve the chances of our ship happening.

What world do you live in? Being a racist is not considered a good thing, it’s a one way trip to being shamed and shunned by everyone else. Being racist does not have any perks whatsoever, and in fact the downsides are pretty devastating.

But so many of you think that an entire fandom formed around the idea of being so racist that we effectively turn everyone against us and have zero chance of our ship ever happening.

I’m sorry, but if you believe that then you’re stupid. No fandom would do that. It destroys any chance of us getting what we want.

So I’m sorry to the WestAllen fandom, but you have terrible people within your fandom just as much as we do in ours. They’re different kinds of terrible, but I’m sure that the more reasonable people in your fandom, like the one who posted in our tag and was nice, which is rare enough as it is, don’t want to feel like those terrible people represent the majority.

It’s the same with us. The majority of us are good people, but we are judged by the incredibly small minority every single day. And I’m going to continue to mock and belittle the people inside your fandom that thinks it’s okay to treat an entire fandom like shit for something they didn’t do.

And that is officially FAR more consideration I’ve given to your fandom than yours has EVER given to mine. And yet, I suspect I’m going to get the typical response I almost always get from the WA fandom. Not one of understanding, but of outright hate.

I just really wish the good people within your fandom would speak up more. I bet you guys are awesome, I just never see you anywhere.

ok but seriously

first image we ever saw of her, right

acceptable boobplate

her toy??? acceptable boobplate

she’s even appeared in the comics already with her reasonable boobplate

yass windblade, werq those reasonable proportions and that more or less okay boobplate

and now suddenly

for some reason

we have this

what, was she not ~female~ enough for you without two perfectly spherical, perky little breasts??? really???? are we still doing this???

There’s an old saying “the grass isn’t always greener on the other side.” And this, sadly, also applies online because fandoms nowadays are just problematic and toxic. Don’t get me wrong, I like some of the fandoms but often times it hits a tipping point when the fanbase gets out of hand and I often find myself migrating to another show or movie or comic book series, to which the fans are equally just as bad. It’s become such an endless loop that I just stopped enjoying it for a while. Fanbases of any fandom comes off as hypocritical and annoying and it just makes it hard to enjoy the nice things. This goes out to any fandom, regardless.

Super Smash Bros. fandom: someone doesn’t like Rosalina for a reason “OH UR JUST LIKE MARIOTEHPLUMBER!!!!11!1!1! U JUST LIKE TJE PEACH CLONE GO KILL YSELF!!!!2!1!1!”

Animation fandoms: someone points out reasonable flaws in ‘Frozen’ “UR JUST MAD CAUSE HOW TO TRAIN UR DRAGON DIDNT WIN AN OSCAR U DREAMWORKS HIPSTER FAG FROZEN IS A MASTERPIECE!!!1!1!1!1!1!”



atla/lok: someone prefers makorra instead “GO DROWN IN A LAKE U HOMOPHOBE KORRASAMI IS BAAAAAAE”

The list goes on and there are so many others I want to point out, but I think I’ve said enough examples to get my point across.

Fans just tend to scream like little children when someone objects to the social norms of the fandom. And if that ever happens they point fingers at something else and group them all into one stereotype, you know what I’m talking about, right? I see this shit a lot in the trending tags and on my dashboard. And a lot of those come from not just prepubescent teenagers, but also people in their mid twenties. Let that sink in.

This is why we can’t have nice things.