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I am in my own Harry Potter AU hell.

And just because I can:

“Dad…” 

Malfoy looked up from his desk, quill poised over the parchment as his son hovered by the study door. Aware that he was frowning, Draco lifted his expression into something more neutral. He was vaguely aware of his own father always frowning whenever he’d tried to talk to him as a boy, and he didn’t want Scorpius to one day think the same about him.

“Come in, come in. Shut the door, you’ll let the heat out.” 

The Greengrass estate was a crumbling ruin compared to Malfoy Manner, with only half the library and none of the artifacts Draco had spent the last few years archiving and putting safely away behind spelled glass. But for now it was home, chilly stone walls and all.

“Did you want something?”

“Yes.” Scorpius replied, pausing to tug at the hem of his dark shirt. There’s still a bruise under his eye, faded to be sure, but the mere presence of it made Draco’s heart skip a beat. When he’d seen Severus Potter crawling out of the rubble, face covered in blood and no sign of his own son, he’d known terror like no other.

And Draco Malfoy was intimately familiar with the machinations of terror. He’d been hugged by it once.

“Well,” he prompted, setting aside his work entirely and giving his full attention to his son. “What is it?”

“I want my friends to come visit.”

Draco blinked. Whatever he’d been expecting, it wasn’t that. “Your…friends?”

“Albus Potter and Rosie Granger-Weasley. I would like them to come stay.”

Draco blinked again. Later he’d laugh—somewhat despairingly into a decanter of fire brandy—at the absurdity of the notion that his boy, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, was best friends with a Potter and the hybrid off-spring of a Granger Weasley, but the threat of impeding hysterics was quelled under the defiant gaze of his son, narrow chin lifting at some unspoken challenge. 

“I see. For how long?”

“A…a week…maybe two…They’re going to France for the Quiditch Cup Primaries…” he glanced down and Draco spied the curled up parchment hidden up his sleeve. “So it wouldn’t be for long.”

Draco glanced at his desk, to the fireplace, then back to his son. “I don’t…”

I want my friends…friendshow often had Astoria lamented his lack of playmates as a child, how often had she fretted that Scorpius’ only interaction had been with adults—or books, or enchanting his own toys for someone to play with. And how quickly had Scorpius’ face crumpled at the utterance of two simple syllables. 

“…know if two weeks would be wise, given your mother’s health. She’s still recovering from the move. But I shall discuss it with her, and see what can be done.”

Scorpius stilled, the beaming smile on his face reigned in to something calmer, even now, not wanting to get his hopes up too much. “Thank you. For what it’s worth, we will be good.”

Draco snorted at that, remembering the last time a Malfoy, a Potter and a Granger and a Weasley had been together at their age. “Somehow I doubt it. Go on off you go, go see what your mother is up to. She’s enjoying having you home.”

“And I am enjoying being here,” Scorpius replied, in that curiously courteous and stiff way of speaking he’d always had, even as an infant learning his words. “I am happy to be here, with you, and mother.”

“I’m…very glad to hear it.” Draco replied, unsure what else he was supposed to say to such an open admission said so politely like one was discussing the weather. “Now go on, off you go, I need to finish this manuscript before I lose the thought.”

“You’ll talk to mother though, wont you?” Scorpius pressed from his space by the door. “You’ll ask…”

“Yes, yes.” Draco waved a hand, “I’ll ask if the Potter spawn can come stay with us. Just for a little bit. To say thank you for…everything.”

Reassured, Scorpius left, closing the door behind himself with a firm click. 

Draco waited several more moments, counting to a hundred before opening up the top desk of his drawer and pulling out his correspondence folder, flipping through them until he found the appropriate manila envelope, writing the address of the Ministry Neatly to the front. 

Clearing his throat politely, he composed himself, then tapped it to life with his wand.

“Hello Potter,” he spat with a vicious familiar glee, unable to keep from laughing, “I’m not sure which one of us is going to be more surprised by this turn of events, but I swear to gods if you break my son’s heart by saying no, I will personally send you a red Howler on the hour every hour till the day one of us dies. Now, about dates, the last week in June works well for us…”

anonymous asked:

I don't watch voltron (I plan to but haven't had the time yet), so could you please explain the sheith discourse? Idk anything about any of the characters specifically, but just based on appearances I've always liked that better than klance.

Oh my sweet summer child, I wish you well if you ever decide to brave through this fandom hell. Okay so I’ll sum this up because honestly I do not wish to talk about this discourse anymore.

Everything started shortly after the show aired on Netflix on June 10th. Due to Keith’s and Shiro’s close bond, familiarity with one another and always attempting to protect each other, they became a popular ship. So popular in fact that Josh Keaton, Shiro’s voice actor, acknowledged this on his blog and even coined the name for the ship: sheith.

It didn’t take long until he and Neil Kaplan, Zarkon’s voice actor, started mentioning sheith on their twitters as well. To top it off, Chris Palmer, who directs the show, also made this Shiro drawing with the description “Shiro loves you, baby” and tagged “he is looking at Keith.” Honestly with so many people involved with the show (even if the VAs aren’t directly involved, it was still nice) showing support for the ship, and considering Montgomery and dos Santos who previously worked on The Legend of Korra are producers in Voltron, a lot of people believe they could become canon like Korra and Asami.

Things blew up however when SDCC happened in July. Tim Hedrick, Montgomery and dos Santos who were at the event were asked by a fan about the ages of the characters, since the only clue we had was the DreamWorks’ site saying they’re teenagers. Pidge is 14, Shiro is 25 at most and everyone else is late teens.

However, many fans interpreted it as proof that Shiro is factually 25 and the other three are 17 and claim that Shiro/Paladin ships are pedophilia, wrong, incorrect and a bunch of other nasty things. They use the video as confirmation and refuse each and any other evidence to contrary, even when it comes from the same people that were in the video. Some even attack the voice actors over it, which is why Josh Keaton stopped talking about ships altogether on Twitter. The truth is, most people before and after the video saw and still see Hunk, Keith and Lance as being 18-19 and Shiro as 20-22 at most, not 25 since he doesn’t even look that old.

There is a whole lot more to this story, including but not limited to the fact that the official comic still mentions they’re five teenagers even after the SDCC event, Josh Keaton confirmed on twitter that ages were never brought up during recording and how Hedrick, Montgomery and dos Santos refuse to answer any all questions regarding the ages, and someone found a video prior to the age video where Montgomery talked about Shiro being a student, not an instructor as people against the ship kept mentioning. Recently Pidge’s voice actor also snapchatted about Shiro/Keith and Shiro/Keith/Lance. Last week it was revealed that the garrison where the paladins previously studied at is college like education and a military base as well, meaning they couldn’t be younger than 18.

Tbh the whole thing is a mess, the only thing we know for sure is that the creators themselves apparently never gave this too much thought in the first place because they wanted people to see the characters as being the age they believe them to be. And now they either refuse to talk about it anymore or contradict each other in what they have to say about it, but antis refuse to stop and continue harassing shippers and the ship tags daily with violent threats and name calling.

Incidentally, NYCC is coming up this week and the same three crew members will there. It is speculated that more fans will ask them about the ages and I’m already dreading the next wave of shitstorm coming this friday.

For more about Shiro/Paladin discussions, this post is a good post about it.

Listen up folks...

I’m not gonna talk about what sparked this rant. It doesn’t matter. What does matter is what I’m about to say.

I’m freaking done with the hate.

This SPN Family is supposed to be encouraging, accepting, we’re supposed to at least try to get along. Apparently that’s too hard. Now I could rant for hours about how some people in the SPN Family are treating eachother, but that’s for another time. This rant is going to be about one thing, the hate that the wives of the two leaders of this SPN Family receive. For this post I’m going to focus on one of the wives in particular…Danneel Ackles.

Once again as the Ackles family was nice enough to share parts of their life with us, people decide to be douchebags. This time Jensen isn’t happy with his life because he isn’t smiling in the photo of him & JJ. Also apparently comparing his kids to the comedy & tragedy is just a terrible thing to do. Oh, did you also hear that the twins might not be his because he said “my” twins instead of “our” twins. This is all Danneel’s fault too because she makes Jensen hate his life.

She can’t do anything right in the eyes of some people and it’s pissing me off. What did she do to cause so much hate? Now is the part when I ramble on about all she’s done…

She told her husband to go to a convention for the fans a few days after giving birth to twins.

Jensen told the story about finding out about the twins…JJ gave him a letter about it when he arrived at the airport…meaning he couldn’t be at the doctor appoint. How many doctor appointments do you think he had to miss because of filming?

She uses her “celebrity” to bring awareness to different events and situations going on in the world. I didn’t know about the Yulin dog festival until she talked about it. She does different work for a variety of charities, freaking google it if you don’t believe it.

Her husband is in a different country for the majority of the year while she stays back home in Austin. Have you ever had your husband away for a long period of time? Cause I have. It sucks. I complained about it on social media ALL THE TIME, but she never does.

She was a working woman in Hollywood. IMDb that shit. She was a steady worker in Hollywood however she slowed down/stopped when they had JJ.

Think of all the times she’s been out with her husband, cause that’s what Jensen is, he’s not “omg Jensen Ackles TV star”, he’s Jensen, the pain in the butt who forgot to take out the trash or forgot to grab the milk when he ran to the stores. Think about how many times she’s probably been out with him & had to deal with people coming up to talk to him. Now think about how many times this has happened & people have ignored her existence or used her as nothing more then a photo taker. Fans don’t mean too, but that shit probably happens more often then you think. I would get so sick of that.

Did I forget to mention how Jensen freaking lights up whenever someone brings up Danneel? CAUSE I WITNESSED IT IN PERSON A FEW WEEKS AGO & HE LEGIT LOOKS LIKE A TEENAGER IN LOVE WHEN SOMEONE TALKS ABOUT HER!

But no.

Apparently we’re supposed to hate her just cause.

Now is when the “haters” start to go, “you just like her because of who she’s married to.”

No haters.

No.

I knew about Danneel before I knew about Jensen. I know Danneel from One Tree Hill but I started to admire her when she hosted Maxim’s Hot 100 in 2009. She was the really pretty model/actress that I looked up to because she was funny & pretty. It wasn’t until I started watching Supernatural in 2015 that I had the “holy cow they’re married to each other” moment.

So.

To sum up this rant; you don’t have to like Danneel, just don’t be a dick. If you admire Jensen as a human, don’t disrespect his wife or his family.

Basically if you wouldn’t go up to a person & say it to their face, don’t say it. Plus why bother wasting your time hating something when you could spend your time on something you love?

End rant.

anonymous asked:

I've been trying to write the plot for characters I've developed for months and I can never come up with a good enough conflict. I can develop characters for days but once it comes to writing conflict I'm at a complete loss. Nothing ever seems good enough or interesting enough. The story is supposed to have a dark undertone and takes place near the sea in the 20's. I'm at a loss after that...

Characters Without Conflict

Before we talk about conflicts, make sure that you’re judging what’s good enough and interest enough on the right scale. Your scale. You might be afraid that no one will like it because it’s been done, or because no one is reading stuff like this, or because it doesn’t feel like enough action. But whether or not something is good enough starts with you

The first thing you need to do is gain some confidence. Take a look @maxkirin‘s story idea test. Once you accept the truth of this post, you’ll feel a lot better. But now, onto adding conflict when all you’ve got is characters.

1) Character Drama

Examine the relationships between your characters and find things for them to fight about. The way they’re each living their lives, or a crucial decision that needs to be made, an unforgivable act that one of them committed, a secret that was kept. Find sources of drama between the two of them. It may be that whatever you come up with is enough to drive an entire story. 

2) The Dead Body Trick

This is going to sound cliche, but the dead body trick works well. Have your characters stumble onto a body or witness something being murdered. Then imagine the possibilities of what comes after. Do they become suspects in the murder when they discover the body? Are they threatened by the murderer when their presence is discovered? Are they more tied to the murder than it seems on the surface? 

The dead body trick need not apply only to strangers either. Have one of your characters going through a recent loss of someone, and write how the person died to help inspire you to tell the story. 

You can also apply this trick to one of your existing characters. Choose someone from your cast and say “This person is going to die at the end of the story.” Now you work backwards to determine why and how that’s going to happen. You’re forced to develop a conflict that results in this outcome. 

3) Use Your Setting

In the case of this anon, setting can help you develop conflict. If the story takes place in a specific time period and location, there will likely be historical and regional events that can create conflict surrounding your characters. If we’re talking the 1920s in America, you’ve got prohibition that immediately creates conflict as people choose sides. If the story takes place near waterways, you’ve got potential issues of storms, tourism, merchant and commercial importing/exporting, fishermen trade and their agreements with local restaurants and seafood shops. Look at the issues facing the people in your time period/setting and see how your characters fit into those issues. What roles do they play? What problems will they face in these roles?

4) Start With Just One Problem

Don’t try to overwhelm yourself by thinking of a half a dozen plot arcs to keep the story moving. Start with just one, and follow it through to conclusion. When you’ve identified one problem, keep asking yourself A) How can it get worse and B) What will my character do about it? Both of these questions will help you move to the next part of the story. When you have a complete narrative arc surrounding one problem, it’ll be easier to think about things like subplots and how to add complexity to the story overall. 

These are just some ideas to get you going. Keep brainstorming and thinking. Be patient with yourself through this process. It can take months before you find that magical “Aha!” revelation where everything in your story just falls into place. 

-Rebekah

KEITHS VLOG BROKE MY HEART SO HERES A FIC

MEGA THANKS to @hastalalaterkeith7152 for sending me quotes from the vlog so I could write this without internet and also motivating me


“I think it’s dumb.”

“Well of course you would, mullet,” Lance retorted.

“I’m just saying, there are better things we could be doing,” Keith fumed.

Lance raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“Hm, I don’t know, maybe trying to find Lotor?”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Shiro interrupted. “We haven’t found any trace of Lotor, so in the meantime, why not strengthen the coalition? It will be good for our allies to know more about their ‘defenders of the universe.’”

“Exactly,” Lance said. “So, Keith, get your butt in there and make a vlog!”

“I don’t even know what that is.”

Lance groaned. “Come on, mullet, it’s not rocket science. Vlog. Video. Log,” he drew the words out, one at a time. “Like a journal, but as a video.”

“What am I supposed to say?”

“Anything you want,” Shiro said. “Just be careful not to give away sensitive information, in case these ever get into the wrong hands.”

“Right. Sounds easy,” Keith muttered under his breath. Why couldn’t somebody else go first? That would make it easier. So far only Coran had done it, and Keith had learned from experience not to follow his example when it came to film making. But Pidge, Hunk, Allura, and Coran were all working on castle upgrades, and Lance and Shiro had a one-on-one training session planned. That left Keith to sit alone in what Coran had deemed ‘the recording room,’ talking about himself. Something he’d never been particularly good at.

“Hey, man, take it easy,” Lance said. “No need to cry over it.”

“I’m not,” Keith said, confused.

Lance groaned again. “It was a joke.”

Of course it was a joke. Lance always made jokes. And they always flew right over Keith’s head.

“I’m not going to cry,” he said in frustration, after the door to the recording room had slid shut behind him. He sat down. Took a deep breath. Turned on the camera.

“I’m Keith, the pilot of the black lion…what should I say?” he asked. “I’m a paladin. I fly the black lion. I-I said that already, see that’s why I’m bad at this. What else am I supposed to tell you? Okay, um, I guess I’m part Galra…”

After stammering through an introduction, finding words seemed a little easier. Whenever they visited planets, people always seemed most interested—or disgusted—to learn about his heritage, so he opted to talk about that for a little while, pulling out his knife to try and bring up the memories of the trials. Then he remembered what Shiro had said about sensitive information. Maybe talking about the Blade’s secrets wasn’t such a good idea.

Keith paused, staring down at the knife, at his reflection in the shiny, rare metal. “I guess being part Galra is a big deal. Might explain why I was never really good at…connecting with people.” He thought back to the events on Arus, how Lance had tried to teach him some sort of team chant. He still thought it was dumb, not as dumb as this video, but still dumb enough. He said as much, and before he realized what he was doing, his face was heating up and he was raising his voice in anger. Why did he have to get angry so easily?

“I am so sorry,” Keith said, remembering all their allies would be watching this. He leaned back, closed his eyes to calm down. “I am so sorry, I guess…I have a bit of a temper, so…”

Words were becoming hard again. Sticking to his heritage, Keith realized, might also not be the best idea. He didn’t know enough to talk about it with the ease he’d like. And not knowing was making him angry. Not knowing where he came from. Not knowing where his mom went. Not knowing why she left.

Words were hard, but for some reason Keith couldn’t seem to make them stop coming out his mouth. Emotions were rushing out, and he couldn’t keep them bottled up anymore, but this wasn’t the time or place. There was never a time or place for the leader of Voltron to break down.

Breathing was getting hard, too. He felt tears coming, sniffled once, and frantically thought of a way to cover this up. But it was too late. He’d spilled his guts and now everyone was going to know, the team was going to know, the allied planets would know, the universe would know that Keith Kogane was just some scared little kid lost in space.

“I'm—I’m outta here! Get me outta here,” he muttered, getting to his feet. “I'm—I’m outta here!”

He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t pilot Black, he couldn’t lead Voltron, even with Shiro back, hell, he couldn’t even make a damn vlog, whatever the hell that was. It was frustration more than anything that made him yell, “I said I wouldn’t cry!”

Keith stalked out of the recording room, the colours of the hallway swirling together as tears blurred his vision. It occurred to him that he’d left the camera on, but he didn’t care. He just needed to be alone. He was already alone. He was always alone. He was a loner. Right now, he needed to be alone somewhere safe from discovery.

He stumbled into his bedroom. He was dizzy, he couldn’t walk straight, he couldn’t think straight. He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want to be a leader. He didn’t want to be a paladin. He just wanted to be home, alone in his cozy little desert shack, back when he liked being alone, when it was easy to pretend he didn’t care about his parents, when he had no idea that he was an alien.

Keith was really crying now, hot, messy tears dripping down his face. The armor that encased his shaking body was too tight, too constricting. He fumbled to get it off, piece by piece, fingers slipping over the smooth surface as he trembled with sobs, until eventually he gave up and sank to the floor. He was all alone. Nobody wanted him. Nobody cared. Why would they? All he’d ever done was push them away.

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed like that, crouched in the middle of his room with his head in his hands. Surely there were better things he could be doing right now. Like trying to find Lotor. Or training. He could’ve taken down the gladiator at least twice by now.

The sound of the door sliding open was barely audible. Just a gentle whoosh, a whoosh Keith had heard many times before. He didn’t pay it any attention, even as someone walked into the room and knelt beside him. He felt a hand on his back, rubbing up and down, slow and gentle, heard soft words being murmured in his ear. He tried to focus on that.

“Hey, Keith. Hey, it’s okay. Shhh, it’s okay, Keith, you’re alright.”

Keith swallowed hard and steeled himself to meet the kind pair of blue eyes that looked down at him.

“L-Lance?”

“Yeah, buddy, it’s me,” Lance smiled worriedly. He brushed tear-soaked bangs from Keith’s face. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

“I—” Keith froze. That was just the problem. He could never bring himself to open up. He never told anybody what was wrong. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to take down all the walls he’d spent years putting up.

“It’s okay,” Lance soothed. “You can talk to me.”

“No, I can’t!” Keith cried, much louder than he’d meant to. Lance flinched. “Can’t you see that I can’t talk to you? I can’t talk to anybody! I’m no good at it. I can’t connect with people, I can’t open up. Nobody likes me, and I try so hard, but I can’t make people like me because I always push them away and I don’t mean to but it just happens because I don’t know how to do it any different and then I’m all alone but I don’t want to be alone anymore but I can't…I just…I can’t.”

“Keith.” Lance’s strong, steady hands found Keith’s shoulders. His voice was soft, caring. “What are you talking about, man? You’re not alone. I’m right here. I’m always here for you.”

Keith wiped viciously at the tears stained on his cheeks. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say.

“Let’s get off the floor, huh?” Lance suggested. Keith nodded. Lance guided him to his feet and helped him take off the pieces of armor he’d missed. Keith tried to do it on his own, but he felt so clumsy and useless he ended up just standing there while Lance reduced him to the black bodysuit that was underneath all their armor.

Lance sat them both down on the edge of the bed, keeping an arm around Keith’s shoulders. He was still warm and a little bit sweaty from training, but Keith didn’t care. It felt good, Keith realized. It felt good to be close to someone and have them look out for you.

“We all care about you, Keith,” Lance said. “You do know that, right?”

“I…” Keith paused, “don’t know.”

“Well, we do. All of us. And yeah, okay, I guess your people skills could use a little work, but we know you’re trying. You’re part of the team, Keith. You’re family.” Lance squeezed his shoulder, smiling. Keith looked at him uncertainly. “What is it?” Lance asked.

“I’ve never had that before,” Keith admitted.

“You’d better get used to it,” Lance chimed. “Because we’re not going anywhere. We love you, man.”

“I love you too,” Keith managed. He was tearing up again. Lance pulled him in for a hug, and Keith went with his instinct to hug him back. Things weren’t great, but with Lance here, they were better. Speaking of which…

“How did you know to come find me?” Keith asked.

Lance ducked his head. “I, uh, kinda saw your vlog. You left the camera running.”

“The vlog,” Keith moaned. “I don’t know what I was thinking, saying all that stuff. And now the universe is going to see it. What do I do, Lance?”

“Don’t worry about it. It hasn’t been sent anywhere yet, and I’ll bet there’s a way we can delete it. And we could make a new one.”

“I don’t think my second time around will be any better,” Keith frowned.

“We’ll do it together,” Lance grinned. “We’ll call it ‘Get to Know the Two Bravest Paladins of Voltron!’ Razzle dazzle, right?”

“Yeah,” Keith chuckled. “Razzle dazzle.”

Godhood shenanigans: because it doesn’t matter what status the IPRE reaches, they are the still the same people.

With an entire pantheon of new gods, the original gods are eventually referred to as the “Old Gods.” The original gods resent this - they’re not old, it’s not their fault that these other gods are so ridiculously young. There are sometimes mutterings of “damn kids” around the Celestial Plane, but they’re fond of the new additions. Exasperated, but fond.

Merle, Magnus, and Taako are associated with Istus, while Lup and Barry are associated with the Raven Queen; the tributes left in the temples for them sometimes reflect this. That means a lot of knitted items for the first three and lots of bones, feathers, and jewelry for the other two. Magnus starts wearing fuzzy sweaters almost exclusively. Taako and Lup sometimes trade - a warm knit cap for a skull necklace that Taako plans to give Kravitz as a gift.

People keep assuming that they can pray to Taako to save them from death. Sometimes Taako answers - “Yeah, absolutely, don’t even worry about my man it I’ll put in a good word for you.” Kravitz shows up anyway and gets angry questions about a deal with Taako. Kravitz sighs. “I don’t know why any of you trust a word my husband says, but no, no deal, time to go.”

The Seven Birds visit the Prime Material Plane far more often than the older gods. People have stories about a dwarf who walked with them through the woods one afternoon when they needed someone to talk to, or a smiling man who brought a lost dog home. There’s also a story about a cult hideout being set on fire.

Taako and Lup are both invited to a wedding of incredible political importance. They decide to attend; the event promises to be entertaining. After the vows have been exchanged and an extravagant dinner has begun, the husband stands and demands that Taako answer his prayer. “You mean that one where I agreed to help you improve your future?” Yes, of course that one, and now all his enemies are in the same room! Taako smiles. “The fuck do your enemies have to do with anything? I’m here to work on you. Your brand-new wife prayed to my sister to save her from a dangerous marriage, and that sounds like a you problem, hm?”

The others keep bothering Lucretia for protection charms for their favorite followers. “I don’t know why your followers can’t just pray directly to me,” she mutters, but she always makes the charms for them.

Davenport joins a voyage for the nostalgia of it all, and the ship gets lost in a storm and thrown off-course. No one ever lets Davenport live it down, but Davenport is convinced that it’s Merle’s doing, since Pan grants Merle favors all the time. Merle never admits it but he has a hard time holding back a laugh while he denies his involvement.

"why don't you like frozen?"
  • what i mean: It's a film that, essentially suffers from an existential crisis throughout the entire two hours it runs. There's no world building whatsoever, leaving too many unanswered questions the audience in regards to the magic and lore of the land. It's inferred the trolls know everything there is to know about magic, but it does not explain how Elsa recieved her powers in the first place, leaving a pretty big unanswered question. Also, the decision to take a fantasy race usually isolated from magicks as the main sage magicians was an ...interesting choice, and would have worked out a bit better if the world was built up more. The plot is all over the place, with there being no clear antagonist until the final arc of the movie. Is the Duke of Weaselton supposed to be the antagonist? No, and he honestly doesn't even belong in the movie: in what way does this character move forward the plot? He doesn't, so why is he given such emphasis? Is Elsa supposed to be the antagonist? Through the film the audience is constantly being given conflicting views as to whether or not we are supposed to sympathsize with her or hate her, and we're never given our answer until the final arc of the movie, which is, ironically, when the real antagonist show his face: Hans. Since he is introduced as he antagonist in the final arc, it makes Hans' development as a villain feel rushed and unnatural. Such a sudden heel-face turn from charming benevolent prince to cold-blooded killer feels wrong, and considering there was no foreshadowing or dramatic irony leading up the reveal, it comes as a shock to even the most watchful moviegoers. Beyond the shock response, there is no reason for the audience to hate Hans, making him an ineffective villain all in all. The audience only hates him because he betrayed the trust that was willingly given in the first half of the film. Yes, he wants to usurp the throne and kill everyone off, but wouldn't that incentive be more effective if it were presented as such from the beginning of the movie? Give the viewers hints and clues that he is not what he seems, making the reveal of his plan much more suspenseful. Additionally, if it were addressed from the beginning, a large amount of the aimless plotless wandering that plagued most of the first three-quarters of the movie would be practically non-existant. In addition, the shock factor response wears off eventually; the impact of his betrayal means less and less to the audience each time they watch it. Part of the reason of the weakness and confusion in the beginning also stems from the fact that the movie is trying to juggle too many characters. Many named characters are completely unneeded and did not need to steal screentime (and by extension, valuble character development) from the main characters (Anna, Elsa, Kristoff, and I guess Hans). And the lack of character development is bad. Really bad. Anna doesn't feel like a real person, even by Disney standards. Elsa is a bit more believable, but her "development" is rushed and inferred instead of shown to the audience as it should be. Why was there such an emphasis on the parents in the beginning if they were only going to be killed off for plot fuel? And as an audience member, I did not feel any sadness for their death or for how Anna and Elsa were grieving. Having Elsa locked in her room for upmost of ten years was just...weird. There was absolutely nothing that justified it, making the isolation feel like a cheap way out for the writers to transition from childhood to adulthood. And beyond that, Arendelle is shown to be a peaceful kingdom, so it makes no sense that Anna would not be allowed to leave the castle and walk amongst the city. If magic exists in this world, why was Elsa locked away? Why was it a secret? All of these questions stem from weak worldbuilding that justifies very little of the events of the movie. There are so many unanswered questions that rise up from what happens inbetween childhood and adulthood. Is there a puppet monarch? Was magic seen as something negative or unknown? Why the trolls. Why the trolls. I'm sorry I just do not understand the trolls. The romantic subplot again ties into making the trolls feel even more forced and unneeded and the Hans reveal stale, I don't need to go into this. From a technically standpoint, the animation is subpar compared to its contempararies. Rise of the Guardians, a movie made a year before Frozen, had better ice effects. The particle effects and textures were nothing to write home about and the numerous clipping issues are clear evidence that the final product was rushed. The character design is the biggest complaint everyone has heard the most, but, Jesus Christ, oh my god it's bad. There's virtually no variation in character design. The facial structure of all the women are practically identical. Elsa, Anna, their mother, even Rapunzel all look 100% identical. Perhaps that wouldn't be such a problem if their body types were the same as well. There's no power of silouette in the film, something that is absolutely crucial to animated film, making Anna and Elsa blend together not only in the film, but in the industry itself. They do not stand out. They are blank and bland. The music is the only good thing, and that's only considering some songs. "Let it Go" and "First Time in Forever" are strong, powerhouse showtunes that actually move the plot forward, as songs in a musical should, but "Fixer-Upper" and "Love is an Open Door," while good, solid songs, do relatively nothing for the plot can could be omitted without sacrificing anything. "In Summer" is a total joke song that literally fades into nothing--I could not recall the tune if I tried, and "Do You Wanna Build a Snowman?" has a lot of potential but is, esentially, the same chorus repeated with little to no transition three times. It doesn't help that the song is also the most awkward contrived timeskip in the history of awkward contrived timeskips, again because it is never explained why Elsa is locked in her room at all. And the trolls and the--oh god. Please, all artists and writers, do NOT overlook the importance of worldbuilding. Even the dialogue is mediocre and does nothing to immerse the characters into the world around them. The resulting product is nothing but two hours of mediocrity masquerading as the best film of the decade in commercialization and ticket sales, but ultimately does nothing but leave a bad taste in the audience's mouth and will encourage Disney to continue making mediocre movies because they know they will sell and sell well.
  • what i say: because it's a bad movie
Ushijima Wakatoshi may be an antagonist, but he is not a malicious person

@shiratorizawa-headcanons’ recent post reignited the fervour and indignation I feel about popular fanon mischaracterisations of Ushijima, so here we go.

First thing’s first. Ushijima is an antagonist. That much is clear. He is clearly intended to provide opposition to the main characters of the series, pushing them to grow. Their goal has to be accomplished through defeating him.

However, antagonist is not synonymous with evil, or “bad person”. L from Death Note is the antagonist to Light Yagami, but I’m sure everyone knows who poses more of a danger to society between the pair of them.

More importantly, I feel the need to clarify and debunk popular fanon interpretations of Ushijima.

“You should have gone to Shiratorizawa” is a joke that probably everyone who watches Haikyuu!! knows. It’s gone from a slightly funny meme to a stale, overused, tasteless joke. While I do not condemn the use of it as a joke, it has affected the way people view Ushijima’s character.

And is it really accurate or relevant? Name one instance where Ushijima has actually physically said the words “You should have gone to Shiratorizawa.” to Oikawa. When? Yes, he has said that “He should have gone to Shiratorizawa”. To Hinata and Kageyama. And his reason? A powerhouse team like Shiratorizawa that actually makes it to nationals and has a chance of winning would be more beneficial to a setter of Oikawa’s calibre. There is nowhere in canon where he has stalked, harassed and haggled Oikawa, begging or forcing him to go to Shiratorizawa. All that is baseless fanon bullshit. There’s literally no canon evidence suggesting that Ushijima even thinks about Oikawa outside of volleyball competitions.

I’ll admit that Ushijima did tell Oikawa, “You chose the wrong path.” and that did cross the line. That does not, however, automatically make him a creepy, overbearing, obsessive stalker. People are allowed to interpret fiction differently (as a literature student I’m more than aware of that). But Ushijima’s words were an act of concern, rather than coercion or violence.

What people need to understand is that Ushijima, while a talented player, is terrible at predicting and understanding the effects his words and actions might have on people. He is a blunt, straightforward and honest person who says what is on his mind. The reason he feels that Oikawa should have gone to Shiratorizawa is because he respects Oikawa’s abilities as a player and sees Oikawa’s potential. His way of showing it might be odd, but it is precisely because he respects Oikawa as an opponent that he questions Oikawa’s choice. To Ushijima, being at Shiratorizawa would allow for Oikawa to fulfil more of his potential (of course, the validity of that belief is questionable considering the treatment of Semi Eita, but that is another argument to consider) He honestly just wanted to warn Oikawa not to “make the same mistake” again without realising that he was basically rubbing salt on Oikawa’s wound + being offensive by telling Oikawa that the decision he’s based the past three years of his life around is wrong, because he genuinely wants to see Oikawa fulfil his potential as a player.

Ushijima’s intentions are not malicious. He respects his opponents despite his thoughts on their abilities (or lack thereof), and when he realises that he’s offended someone he’s quick to apologise (i.e. when Hinata questioned Ushijima calling Seijoh “infertile soil”. Ushijima sweated nervously and apologised for causing offence.) Even Oikawa and Iwaizumi, the two characters who dislike Ushijima the most, acknowledge that “he’s genuinely being sincere” when Ushijima wishes them good luck in their final high school tournament.

Ushijima isn’t the type to deliberately rile up his opponents. He doesn’t look down on them either. Up until Hinata’s appearance in his life, he’s competed against no one but himself mentally. And when Ushijima questions Hinata on being an unskilled and short player? He’s not insulting Hinata for that either! His first impression of Hinata gave him high expectations - a challenge he looked forward to facing, and when he realised Hinata’s abilities were much lower than what he expected, he was genuinely curious, because Hinata had spoken so boldly (about beating HIM, a top 3 ace, and going to nationals) before!

Ushijima states that “baseless self-confidence is something I dislike”, so he certainly does not exhibit that himself. He obviously doesn’t expect someone he acknowledges (Hinata, in case I’m not being clear here) to be arrogant, because in his eyes, an opponent he acknowledges and respects should have a “good” attitude just like his. He does not dislike Hinata himself, but is nonetheless infuriated by Hinata’s “arrogance”, because Ushijima works hard. Yes. Here’s the thing. Contrary to popular belief, Ushijima did not get his accomplishments handed to him on a silver platter. He works hard to become a strong volleyball player. Shiratorizawa’s image of him is “The Super Volleyball Maniac”. He wasn’t just naturally good at it. He spent time and effort practising and improving his skills, just like all the other hardworking characters (Oikawa Tooru) you worship.

Remember that Ushijima does not have the luxury of viewing the events of the manga (or anime) from an outsider’s perspective. He does not know of Hinata Shouyou and his struggles. All Ushijima knows about Hinata is that 1) The boy showed him up at Shiratorizawa and proclaimed that Karasuno would defeat Shiratorizawa and go to nationals and 2) Hinata Shouyou does not exhibit the skills necessarily to back up that statement. Ushijima literally has no idea that Hinata had no proper volleyball team or training up until last year, so it’s entirely within his rights to be annoyed that someone with such crappy skills (which Ushijima would attribute to slacking off/not working hard enough) would claim that winning against Shiratorizawa was so easy. He could’ve been nicer about it, but hey, he wasn’t that hostile to Hinata off the court, as you can see with the training camp arc. At the end of the match he acknowledged Hinata’s abilities as a player. Then in the manga, he (and Tendou) was shocked that his coach did not see Hinata as a worthy player to invite to the Miyagi First Year Training Camp, and he encouraged Hinata to keep working hard, “What are you doing standing there?”

Obviously, people are allowed to dislike characters, and Ushijima has done/said things to grate on people’s nerves (as a Seijoh stan and Iwaizumi lover, his “infertile soil” comments do irk me at times). Nonetheless, your personal feelings towards him do not indicate that he is as bad person (especially not a stalker or a rapist, gosh) canonically.

This prompt was sent to me sooooo long ago by @legojacques. Thank you for your patience! I hope it was worth the wait!

Note: This is an AU where Bitty and Jack have a heart-to-heart after the events of epikegster, and then the rest of year 2 goes on to happen as it does in canon. Pre-relationship friendship, ftw! Also, ridiculous flight itinerary ftw lol


This was not how Bitty’s winter break was supposed to start. He never should have used that cheap airfare website. At the time he booked it, the Boston to Montréal, Montréal to Atlanta itinerary did not seem so bad. Weird, yes, but not bad.

Getting to travel the first leg of his trip with Jack did not hurt either. Bitty could not help but snicker as Jack struggled to hide his surprise at the cookies stashed in his carry-on. “Yes. I packed an entire batch of cookies for this flight. I know it’s only an hour and fifteen minutes, but… playing hockey burns a lot of calories, so we gotta eat lots of small meals.”

The employee raised an eyebrow. “Is a batch of chocolate chip cookies the best meal choice?”

“They’re not your grandmother’s chocolate chip cookies–” Bitty stopped himself. “Actually, they are my MooMaw’s basic recipe, but with a healthier twist.”

“Oh?”

“They have more protein.” Bitty grinned when Jack made a soft “hah” laugh. It was good to see him smile after the events of epikegster. This was shaping up to be a good day.

The day went south just as their flight was arriving up north. The pilot announced over the speaker that a storm was starting up, and that the landing would be rocky. Jack stared out Bitty’s window intently with a soft frown on his face. 

Bitty tried to keep his composure, but the first big jolt of turbulence elicited a quiet yelp from the back of his throat. “Sorry, so embarrassing…” He blushed and shyly looked over at Jack.

Jack was rigid and pressed as far back in his seat as possible, his eyes closed. He was taking slow, deep breaths, but his exhales were a bit shakey.

“Jack? Are you okay?”

“I'm fine,” Jack snapped before he could correct himself. “Sorry, just…”

“It’s okay.”

“Hey… Bittle?” Jack asked with his eyes still closed. 

“Yes, Jack?”

“Could you… No, nevermind. It’s stupid.”

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Part 1
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Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Epilogue

Request: Hey, I was hoping that you could write an imagine for me💙 I was thinking about an sebastian stan x reader where the reader has just become famous and is always talking about their crush on Seb when she was younger, and then he notices and starts having this one night stand type of relationship with the reader, until he starts to have feelings for her. Can the reader be a really ironic, strong and unreliable person at the beginning, who doesn’t believe in true love, that at end falls in love and changes her mind?

A/N: Hiiii, sory for taking so long! I wrote a few other versions of this but decided to settle with this one. Hopefully I made the right choice. There will be a second part, probably quite a few more parts. When is the second one coming? I have no idea. Hope you enjoy reading this!

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Words: 4,308

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really need to understand what’s going on right now.

I see posts saying stuff like “Oh snap, Alec will feel so horrible when he realises it was Magnus in Valentine’s body and he hurt him and–” and other shit like this.

And yes, Alec will undoubtedly feel crushed and guilty for the way he acted and he’ll beat himself up over his disbelief. That’s true, I don’t think he’ll even bear to look Magnus in the eyes at first. But he isn’t the only one that exists in this situation.

Imagine how Magnus is feeling right now. He was forced into the body of a shadowhunter which’s goal is mass destruction of the Downworlder - Magnus’ - kind. His soul has to reside inside of a vessel that was carried by a rotten man, and now Magnus has to take care of it. Furthermore, Valentine is a man who’s plans Magnus fought against for so long, risked his life in the war between Circle members and Downworlders, later literally exausted his body’s energy to the point where he nearly passed out trying to heal Luke, then Alec, then he barely made it out of the Institute in time (saving Madzie, too!) when Valentine slaughtered every Downworlder that was there.

He’d promised himself he wouldn’t get involved with shadowhunters, but first Jocelyn, then Alec waltzed into the picture and he found himself helping the people fighting against a mutual threat - Valentine. And it comes in a full circle - he’s now trapped inside that threat’s body. He can’t call for help, because nobody will believe him.

I think that’s one of the things that’s messing up his emotional state right now, the fact that he’s helpless and no one can save him without trust. And he can’t prove that he isn’t Valentine, unless somebody will be willing to listen to him, which people aren’t in this situation.

Magnus is about to be fucking executed for the crimes he fought against.

And he knows that it’s total injustice, because oh boy, he was supposed to live for years to come. He was supposed to stay with Alec until the very last day. He was supposed to spend more time with Cat and Tessa. He was supposed to watch Madzie grow up into a strong young woman. He was supposed to visit the resting places of Ragnor and Jocelyn and Will…

He’s also lost his protection and weapon he’s wielded all his life: his magic. It’s impossible for him to feel comfortable when it’s all gone. Magnus would’ve died at ten if his powers wouldn’t have broken out, burned his human ‘father’ and ultimately saved him from drowning. It’s not only a shield and sword, it’s a tool he sometimes used to express himself. The color of the magic sometimes changed to represent his view of the situation and his current feelings towards people and emotions that he couldn’t keep inside.

And it doesn’t end there.

Let’s take a minute to remember that Valentine is now also in Magnus’ body. And that terrifies Magnus as well, because God knows what Valentine can do when he’s free again. Alec completely trusts Magnus, and Valentine can do whatever he wants, manipulate others, possibly hurt more people - and, most likely, those people would be Alec or Catarina or Madzie or literally anyone that Magnus knows personally and socializes with often.

Besides, a genocidal shadowhunter inside of our warlock’s body just seems so impure to me. It’s supposed to stay together, a body that commited intentional mass-murder and a rotting soul that planned it all. Meanwhile, while I will agree that Magnus certainly isn’t a little fluffy angel, you could - kind of, I guess - consider him a peaceful person. Sure, he takes absolutely no shit from nobody and will not hesitate to choke people that are disturbing him, but that’s all a part of his personality that has formed throughout his life and that shapes him into the fucking High Warlock of Brooklyn. Still, to me he seems quite reluctant to get into drama or fights if those aren’t touching him or the people he cares about directly.

While Valentine just really, really hates Downworlders because of their demon blood and his complete ignorance. Because come on, who’d believe that Magnus, Simon, Luke and the rest of the Downworlder Squad™ don’t have feelings?

((cam*lle doesn’t count in this situation. don’t use her against me. ew.))

And now this mentioned fucked up excuse of a living being is inside of Magnus like some damn infection, and he knows what can happen if this continues.

And he can do absolutely nothing to prevent it.

I mean, of course, they’ll switch bodies again next episode and everything will be a-okay (exept not really, because I swear to God, writers, show that Magnus will need to recover from this twisted turn of events), but Magnus hasn’t nuked the 4th wall and read the script.

And that’s why he’s fucking horrified.

((also if magnus isn’t the one to murder azazel, i will sue. not the show. not the actors. i’ll sue magnus. u deserve da kill, ma boi.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I'm the sick anon from a few days ago - I recovered! If it's possible to ask for another request (ignore if not), how about the RFA + Saeran + Vanderwood (why not?) go bowling? What kind of crazy shenanigans would happen? (I'm also really happy to see your blog growing - hopefully it gets even bigger!)

good to hear from you again, anon, and I’m glad you’re doing better! now, about your request, well… I had a solid idea of what I wanted to do but it got lost and I don’t know what happened lol. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. 

ohhh~ thanks for the encouraging words by the way! it’s gotten big enough to make us question our entire existence just like zen in this request like rlly guys are you lost? but we love you anyways mwah~

- Admin Cat Mom.

mmkay before we start we’re gonna put these goofballs in teams because that’s gonna make things ten times more interesting:

  • Team Alpha Super Awesome Cool Honey Buddha Squadron: Yoosung, Seven, Saeran, Vanderwood.
  • Team ‘we’re not naming the team as your fur ball, Jumin’: Zen, Jumin, Jaehee, V.

I think you can pretty much guess who named each team.

Yoosung

  • probably something like this.
  • puppy tried his best leave him alone.
  • wants to die, he’s a college student how is he supposed to pay for that?
  • swears he’s good!! he just… needs a bit of warm up, that’s all.
  • the one (1) time he strikes he does a silly victory dance and starts jumping in excitement.
  • one of his shoes ends up who knows where.
  • most likely hitting someone in the face.
  • what in the world… did you do with your legs, boy? what were you trying to reach? the sun? 
  • throwing yourself into the sun sounds like the perfect solution for the disasters you’re causing, though, we can’t blame you.
  • but please tie your laces properly next time.

Seven

  • IS HERE TO WIN.
  • and boy does he deliver.
  • does the weirdest poses while somehow managing to get high scores.
  • is all over yoosung the entire time, hugs and screams and ridiculous “secret” handshakes to celebrate even when their balls land in the gutter.
  • and actually poor thing tried to hug everyone on his team but saeran gave him the cold shoulder and vanderwood took out their taser.
  • gets bored after a while and starts messing with everyone.
  • hacks the system, now the scoring screens are filled with cats.
  • zen is now sneezing and yelling and questioning his existence.

Saeran

  • bonds with vanderwood and makes fun of everyone.
  • “what do you mean you can’t smoke in here?”
  • is annoyed, even the act of lifting the ball is bothersome to him.
  • maybe he doesn’t feel like playing this dumb game stop staring at him for fuck’s sake.
  • “the hell are you looking at?”
  • death stares, lots of death stares.
  • is actually embarrassed of his poor bowling skills.
  • “there are just too many people here can we please go home now”
  • he only agreed to go because seven promised him ice cream.
  • and instead of ice cream he has a vanderwood and ugly shoes.

Vanderwood

  • wonders why they’re there in the first place.
  • knows like half of these people.
  • turns out most of them are fucking hilarious.
  • narcissist rat man won’t stop whining and sneezing lmao why is no one immortalizing this moment on a camera.
  • no worries fam seven’s got you covered.
  • scary lady aka jaehee seems like quite the contestant, the only one worthy of their time for that matter.
  • and the place is literally crumbling down thanks to crybaby #2.
  • anyways, when it comes to the actual bowling part, they look like a majestic fairy??
  • their hair looks fantastic and shiny, they’ve taken off their signature jacket, their posture is excellent and to sum it up vanderwood is a blessing to this world.

Zen

  • WHINES.
  • he’s supposed to be doing this with his girlfriend.
  • and why does he have to be in the same team as mr. trust fund kid.
  • ~more whining~
  • sort of good at bowling, knows what he’s doing.
  • girls around them start staring and whispering because of cOURSE he’s bragging and showing off his muscles, of course.
  • takes pleasure in making fun of jumin at first until he makes it his goal to surpass his scores because there’s no way in hell he can be this good?
  • again, honey, you’re on the same team.
  • before we know it, they start bickering over nonsense.
  • is having the worst of times.
  • GIVE. THIS MAN. A BREAK.

Jumin

  • oh my oh my what is this commoners’ leisure activity he’s never played before and is now deeply interested in.
  • gets himself his own pair of bowling shoes, and a ball which has a kitten printed in it… yeah, that’s elizabeth the 3rd.
  • he also read books and did research beforehand like did you think this man would attend such a physically demanding event without careful and well thought out preparation? please.
  • does the granny style at some point.
  • the kind of guy to bowl a strike while looking completely clueless.
  • but when he gets the hang of it, he gets so cocky.
  • his winning smirk is priceless.
  • tries to teach zen his ways despite being mocked because he’s got a forgiving and generous soul.

Jaehee

  • feels awkward at first because she doesn’t want to be there?? with her boss?? may god have mercy on her soul.
  • her ball falls in the gutter a few times, she’s so awkward and people are staring oh god it’s kind of a her-first-RFA-party situation all over again.
  • after warming up a little and getting used to it, though… oh boy.
  • she’s enjoying this.
  • aces every shot.
  • everyone’s scared.
  • no one can defeat her, unbeatable, she’s queen.
  • stress? what is stress? stress is for the weak, stress has finally left her sacred body and she’s finally reached that mental peace she’s yearned for years.
  • is so into it she almost calls jumin a sucker.
  • honey, you’re on the same team.

V

  • is not very good at it.
  • doesn’t even care.
  • to be honest he’s just there to have a good laugh.
  • puts the minimal effort when it’s his turn, prefers sitting in the back to enjoy the show because everyone is so goddamn Extra, all he’s missing is some popcorn.
  • part of him is happy to see them bonding and having fun though.
  • cheers for ALL of them like a proud dad no matter their final result.
  • gets yelled at because hE IS NOT SUPPOSED TO CHEER FOR THE OPPOSITE TEAM.
  • “goddamn it, v” that was yoosung.
  • laughs and shakes his head because he’s grown so accustomed to his people and their usual bullshit, after all that’s why he loves them all.

anonymous asked:

I'm kinda having a bad day, I'm extremely sensitive to being yelled at so my question is If the boys accidentally snapped at their gf and they were sensitive too, and they take it personally, and shut the boys out because they got scared of them, what would they do?

Oh my goodness, anon, I’m sorry that you’re having a rough day. I hope it gets better soon! <3 Sorry that these are super long, but maybe they’ll make you feel a bit better! 

Leo: As tears well up in her eyes and she mouths an apology, Leo’s face goes slack. He curses at himself and then reaches out and takes her in his large arms as gently as he can. Leo tucks her head under his chin the best he can and he rests one hand on her back, drawing soothing circles in between her shoulder blades. He apologizes, multiple times, but she gives him the silent treatment. 
 Eventually they part and she leaves the lair, leaving Leo to marinate in his own thoughts. At this point he would go through stages of guilt, annoyance, guilt again, then anger, then acceptance. He didn’t mean to snap at her, he knows that she’s sensitive, but she should understand that he wouldn’t hurt her, right? (“It’s almost like she doesn’t even trust me!”) But he’s supposed to be the levelheaded one that keeps his cool, that’s the whole reason why he’s the leader. Leo stays up that night with the events of the previous day haunting him.   He would think of all the ways to try and make it up to her, and text her an apology, asking her to come back to the lair whenever she’s ready and that they’ll talk then. 
 It might take her awhile, but when they finally do meet face to face, he would be the one to show up with a list of grievances that he’d want to voice, but end up just hugging her and reassuring her that he’d never hurt her, that she’s safe, and that he promises never to raise his voice at her again.

Raph: As soon as the words leave his mouth, he wishes he could suck them right back in and then hide under a rock. She look like she touched a hot stove top the way she retracted and held her arm to her chest. He bites his lip and against his better judgement, he turns right back around and locks himself in his room. How could he recover from something like that? How could anyone? When she, his girlfriend, looked at him, someone she should be able to trust inexplicably, with fear…it broke his heart. 
  When his gf avoids him, or gives him the cold shoulder for a bit, he gets angry. How dare she act like this! He broods around the lair, he practices more, and is generally like a walking time bomb. He starts thinking up excuses for his actions, even though he knows that it’s wrong. (And he thinks she’s being childish. Yeesh.) He just doesn’t want to accept the fact that, even for a brief second, his girlfriend was scared of him.
  When he finally sucks it up and texts her, with the encouragement of local love guru Michelangelo, to come back to the lair to talk, his palms get clammy and his stomach churns. Once she arrives the tension is terribly thick, but he begs her to hear him out. Eventually as he explains, he starts crying as he reveals that he’s scared of losing her. Though it’s difficult for her, for fear of getting another volatile reaction, his girlfriend explains her side of the situation and he listens with intense focus. All is well in the end, but he’d be scared to touch her for awhile, for fear of rejection. “Do you really think I would hurt you?”

Donnie: Shit. Holy shit. He curses himself a thousand times over. He stares at her face for any sign of emotion, but regrets it when her bottom lip starts quivering on its own accord. Donatello knows that his girlfriend is hypersensitive and isn’t prone to snapping at her anyway, but today he just lost it. He knows full and damn well that that’s no excuse, and when she flinches away from his touch his stomach dropped. Suddenly all those times she asked if he’s killed come to mind and his breath hitches. Surely she couldn’t believe that….but when she hightails it to the lair’s exit, he doesn’t bother following because he already knows. Donnie puts his head in his hands and shakes his head. “What have I done?”
He goes over the probability of every outcome if he apologized in different ways, but nothing seemed high enough. Snapping at her wasn’t fair, she didn’t deserve it and he knew that, but she also wasn’t responding to any of his texts and it’s been three days. THREE. Donnie starts getting even more worried and tries to call her. 
 She responds, but not exactly how he’d like, but it’s better than nothing. When she agrees to come back to the lair to talk, he is relieved, but also nervous. Would she still be scared of him? He straightens up the lab a bit and turns off the monitors (aside from the surveillance ones) before she gets there so she won’t be overstimulated during their conversation. She shows up unimpressed, but by the end of it they’re both shedding a little tear. 

Mikey: He’s not usually one for angry outbursts, and especially not around his gf, who he knows is more sensitive than she’ll let on, but it was an accident. It should be fine, right? HA. She bites her lip to look strong, but he could see her eyes watering, and her cheeks grew hot. “Babe, I’m sorry, i didn’t mean to-,” She hits him with the “No it’s fine, I get it.” Before grabbing her purse and making a beeline for the exit. He chases after her, but stops short of the door. He could still see her swiping aggressively at the tears falling down her cheeks. 
 Mikey would feel like absolute GARBAGE for the rest of the day, and then some. But this sweet boy is very in tune with his feelings and he knows that she’s gotta come around eventually, right? HA.
  After three days, Mikey begins to lose hope and chooses to take a visit to her apartment. Standing on the fire escape, he knocks on her window, using their special rhythm (two knocks followed by three knocks) He waits and watches for any movement from within, but there is none. He waits. He waits for two whole hours before an idea hits him full force. He leaves her apartment to run back down to the lair to get a secret weapon. 
  A couple hours later, armed with nothing but a retro boombox, Mikey stands once more on the fire escape. He clicks play and lifts the boombox above his head as it blares Peter Gabriel’s In Your Eyes. A couple of minutes pass before the blinds shift and Mikey sees a flash of her hair. Hope swells inside him when he hears the window lock click and suddenly she’s standing there with a knowing smirk, one eyebrow raised. In a dramatic event that rivals any Cusack or Hughes movie, Mikey apologizes and promises to do better in the future. 

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I'm so happy you guys are back ♡ Could i get a scenario of Kuroo and Iwa finding out their shy crush works at a maid café? Thank youuu ♡♡

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The annual school festival was always an event that the student body tended to look forward to whether it be the great food, tasteful music, or a fan favourite, the maid cafes. It was good fortune enough that there were several attractive girls roaming the area, it was even better when they stumbled upon a hidden gem; you in all of your glory. Who would’ve thought that someone as timid as you would sport such a revealing outfit?


Kuroo Tetsurou

It was a futile attempt to hide the growing grin that threatened to tug at his lips at the sight of you, face flushed and voice quivering. This was a moment he wanted to engrave into his side for years to come, it would be difficult to convince you to wear this outfit at home.

“Well if it isn’t my Kitten? How come you didn’t mention this to me earlier?” He grinned, all teeth and smiles.

“Ah, I wanted it to be a surprise…Master.” The last syllable fell only above a whisper, voice squeaking and cheeks growing warmer. You wouldn’t last your shift if he stayed any longer. 

The captain leaned back into his chair, eyes flashing as the title sunk in. Oh yes, he could definitely grow fond of you using that word more often. “Alright, Kitten. Since I’m your master you’re supposed to do as I ask, right?”

You gulped, growing nervous at the glint in his golden hues. It never did bode well for you when he looked like that. “I suppose so.” He raised his eyebrows, and you knew exactly what he wanted. “Yes, Master.” Kuroo perked up at that. This was going to be quite a long shift.


Iwaizumi Hajime

He didn’t believe Oikawa when he came to him with bright eyes, enthusiastically babbling about the maid cafe. Naturally, this was something that excited the captain, but the vice captain? Not so much. The idea in itself was cute, but the only person he’d want to see in a frilly uniform was far too shy to do so. 

At least that’s what he believed.

Iwaizumi didn’t have much of a say in the matter as his friend dragged him through the halls until they reached the cafe, a pair of girls greeting them at the door. “Your server will be right with you, Masters!” They giggled, eyes lingering on Oikawa. Typical.

It wasn’t long, a pair of footsteps approaching their table. “Welcome to our cafe, Masters! It will be my pleasure to–” A distinct squeak gained the aces attention as he faced the source of the voice, eyes wide and face steadily growing red.

“______? Wh-what are you doing here?” He never thought he’d see the day when you flounced around in a cute uniform for his eyes (but unfortunately not only for him, but the other students who wanted to google you). While it was true, he did often daydream about this day, the reality of the situation was much sweeter.

“Ha-Hajime! I didn’t expect to see you here. I thought you weren’t into these kinds of things.” You murmured, eyes flitting between your boyfriend and Oikawa who smiled cheekily at you. It was clear he was enjoying the moment.

“Well I wasn’t until I saw you.” His blunt words were more than enough to send you reeling, and yet another indignant squeak left your lips.

“Hajime, don’t say such embarrassing things out loud!”

Oikawa leaned forward, chin perched on his folded hands. “Aren’t you supposed to refer to him as ‘master’?” And you swore at that moment that you hadn’t wanted to hit someone as much as him.

“Shut up, idiot!” Iwaizumi hissed, but the blood that dripped from his nose was sign enough. Oikawa would hold this over his head for many years to come.

the thing that gets me most abt mcu’s Lie is that,,,, there is 100% a way they could have had steve lie to tony and have it play out in a way that was 12049354859x more impactful and devastating and relevant to their actual character development. bc the way mcu chooses to go abt it, it just makes steve come off as a dick as far as tony is concerned ?? we get no insight into his thought process or his motivations re: tony, all we get is a ‘i’m sorry you were hurt’ letter and Fuck That tbh. if ur going to go this far to hurt someone i want to see actual emotional repercussions and the Guilt play out in real time. 

bc it’s not like steve didn’t have His Reasons to lie to tony, i’m never going to deny that, i sympathise w/ his motives. tonys across the multiverse have lied to their steves, or committed sins of omission for a greater purpose, but we always saw how those emotional ramifications fucked them up. we saw the motivation + the aftermath of the Lie, the actual remorse they felt. they chose to do the bad thing and lie, knowing they’d hurt steve, but we always saw them struggling with the choice and Suffering for it. when these two lie to each other, the outcomes of not telling that person in the first place always manifest in much worse, much more volatile and destructive ways.

apart from a less shitty apology letter, mcu’s format doesn’t allow them to pull a ‘confession’ extra where the whole truth comes out and we see how badly steve was effected by What He Did. instead, knowing that they were building up to cw in the first place, mcu should’ve given us a friendship worth breaking apart in the 1st place. like my god, actual screentime or cinematic cues through the screenwriting/blocking/execution of scenes that showed us steve making this choice between honesty + keeping tony in the dark, steve being aware of, for starters, the huge impact the starks’ death had on tony. bc for fuckin real, you can straight-up lie to someone u consider nothing more than a coworker but u can’t then turn around and say ‘u know what i was trying to spare you’ like ???? spare them from what? if you barely knew that person in the first place how can you Possibly claim that you were trying, partly, to protect them too? what the fuq does steve know abt tony stark + his relationship with his parents anyway? was it not in the file he read that SHIELD first gave him in the avengers (2012) that his parents died in a car crash when he was 21;;;;;; is he not aware that tony is literally building and rolling out a multi million dollar technology based on dealing w/ the ptsd + trauma associated w/ that event?????????

tldr this is just me trying to @ myself to be less hypocritical bc the truth + telling the truth when it comes at the cost of huge sacrifice has been a problem for a lot of stevetony iterations and many of those times tony has been the guilty party. but i just fuckin wish mcu had given us a dynamic worth giving a shit abt instead of forcing this ‘i thought i was sparing you even tho we’re barely even friends outside of work’ bullshit at the expense of making their mcu steve rogers come off as completely insensitive, heartless and oblivious to someone he’s supposed to consider a friend + teammate

A little rant

Hey,it’s me again. I may seem annoying at this point but in the past few hours things have happened and I won’t let it go. Not this time. Because this time I’m not speaking for myself, but for a lot of people on this hellsite. I’m always trying to be nice and even if somebody is making fun of me,I won’t say anything. But I’ve had enough.

So,for those of you who don’t know-last night I made a post with a screenshot of Jack’s comment on a post that said he might have something to do with Mark’s secret project. Jack replied saying, he does in fact not have anything to do with it,and he doesn’t know what it is. Harmless, right? Well,it turned out it isn’t. So,when I woke up today it turned out this post of mine reached over 800 notes. And for some reason people thought I was accusing Jack of lying. Why? Because I used a phrasing that may have been confusing,and I admit it, it was confusing. But like I said,English isn’t my native language and I’m aware I make a lot of mistakes. I probably did like 20 of them in this post already. And I have absolutely nothing against someone pointing out my mistakes and telling me how to avoid them in the future. And I have to be honest-most of the people reblogging/liking/commenting didn’t seem to care,or even notice it. Most of them were thankful I posted this screenshot,some were joking that we can’t trust Jack after the last Anti event. (Yes,those were jokes,believe it or not). But there were also a few..people that didn’t seem to understand that. They immediately jumped to the conclusion that I think Jack’s lying to us. They got angry, but didn’t even bother to sacrifice a minute of their life to read it again and think “Hey, maybe this person didn’t mean that?” Not even mentioning they could come to me and ask me about it,I’d be more than happy to explain it. But no,instead they were defending Jack from my “accusations” by saying things I’ve never said. Quite hypocritical, don’t you think? And I get it,I also act or say something in the heat of the moment,without thinking. But if somebody calls me out on that I apologise and move on! But apparently sorry really seems to be the hardest word. I got blocked and this is how this story ends. For my mental health’s sake,I deleted the post and blocked some people too. But let me tell you-this kind of behaviour is unacceptable! We are a community, and I really want to believe we’re like one big family. But when I see stuff like this,I’m really questioning it. Attacking someone without checking twice if there’s really a reason to do so? Mocking someone because of their English skills? Blocking them because they called you out on your bullshit? Really? And that’s why I said earlier that I’m not speaking for myself-there are hundreds and hundreds of people whose native language isn’t English. Are they supposed to be quiet and not support their idols,just because they’re maybe not so well spoken? No! I’m against any form of bullying, but this really hits me hard. I know there are people in this community from all over the world. And I don’t want them to feel bad because of that. I’m very disappointed with what happened, especially in the jse community, but that won’t stop me from making posts in the future, and you are more than welcome to tell me if I make any mistakes in them. IN A POLITE WAY. And if you’re not a native English speaker-do not let people bring you down because of that. I love you and you’re amazing. And we as a community are really better than this. Don’t be afraid to call people out on their bullshit. Don’t be afraid to block them if needed. Your mental health is more important than a person on the Internet who didn’t even bother to try and understand you. If you read through all of this,thank you. I still love this community and I got so much support today. I’m really thankful for that.

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I tried to draw one (1) pearl!Chuck to nail the outfit down in color, and then I got REALLY distracted.  

Very Related: It turns out the weirdest part about fic from the POV of a currently/recently Homeworld gem is that s/he’s going to assume other gems are she/her and think of them by the names of their gems, and it’s super weird to write.

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The second ‘Klance’ of a lifetime

So here I am again. Three seasons in and I’m making yet another fanfic list. But the catch is this time it’s for a very dear friend of mine in need of a good fic list. So here we go!
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dirty paws by Dreamicide
Status: Ongoing (I check daily. It’s that good.)
Keith lives a simple, quiet life up in the mountains, until one day a cat appears on his doorstep. And then another. And another. Sometimes his neighbor’s there, too. Or: in which Keith slowly finds himself the protagonist of Neko Atsume

Shut Up and Dance With Me by wittyy_name
Status:
Ongoing
Lance and his friends have been regulars at the Altea Dance Studio for years. Not just for classes, but to hang out, practice, and spend time with good people who love dancing. Every year, they audition to be one of the few representing Altea at the regional dance competition. Lance always auditions solo, but this year he misses out on auditions and blows his chance to participate. And so does his self-proclaimed rival, Keith.Luckily, Shiro comes up with a brilliant plan: convince Lance and Keith to audition as a duo.With a little convincing, and a lot of effort, these two might just be able to pull it off and go to regionals… or they might crash and burn.

Watercast
by Fishwrites
Status: Ongoing (and BreaKING MY FUCKING HEART)
Shiro has been a Galra prisoner for over a year; with his flight feathers clipped and unable to fly. Desperate to escape, he jumps overboard while being transported to the capitol on a Galran ship. Lance is a merman who saves him from drowning. Keith thinks Shiro is about to become mermaid dinner. Hunk just wants Lance to stop going to the surface all the time, dammit!

(AU where Avians (winged folk), Galra, humans and merfolk cohabit earth.   Shiro and Keith are avian soldiers, Lance is the youngest son of a Queen, Hunk is also a merman and Pidge is still looking for her family.)


Moth and Flame by wittyy_name
Status: Ongoing

Keith has been coming back to Altea Tattoos for months now, and it has little to do with the fact that his best friend is the piercer and more to do with the beautiful tattoo artist with talented hands and a smile that makes him weak at the knees.
Lance has had a lot of customers in his days, left his mark on plenty of people, but none so memorable as Keith. He finds himself turning to the door with every chime of the bell, hoping to see eyes like the night sky and a shy smile that could rival the moon.
When they meet at a concert, the spark between them ignites, creating a heat that’s impossible to resist. They’re both inexplicably drawn to each other. Like a moth to a flame.

White Hallways by Fernandidilly_yo
Status: Oneshot (It’s beautiful and I cried)
Keith’s reaction to finding that the black lion is empty, and Shiro is gone.

Every Little Thing That You Do by biibii
Status: Oneshot
Lance is learning something new about Keith all the time. Because maybe, Lance figures, there’s a softie under Keith’s badass image.

Keith the Amnesiac by jilliancares
Status: Oneshot
In which an accident leaves Keith temporarily without his Voltron-filled memories and he may or may not spill a few of his better kept secrets to Lance.

nothing’s quite as sweet by dimpleforyourthoughts
Status: Oneshot
Keith is a barista who hates his job. Lance works at the cat shelter across the street.

Pulsar by southspinner
Status: Ongoing
/ˈpəlˌsär/ (n.) a celestial object, thought to be a rapidly rotating neutron star, that emits regular pulses of radio waves and other electromagnetic radiation at rates of up to one thousand pulses per second.
A story about college, coming to terms with your past, being scared of your future, and running into crazy things like love somewhere in-between.

call me, beep me by orphan_account (;-;)
Status: Complete (I adore it to this day)
(00:31) Do you think she gave me the wrong number on purpose?
(00:31) Or was it a genuine mistake?
(00:32) Like maybe she writes funny and I misread it?
(00:32) Some of the numbers do look a little dodgy…
(00:33) Cause, you know, her threes could very easily be poorly formed eights? And maybe she writes her sevens like her ones?
(00:45) What
(00:46) The
(00:46) Fuck???
(00:47) Oh good, you are awake!

Homesick at Space Camp by K0bot
Status: Complete
Lance realizes he’s been an asshole to Keith, and on a diplomatic mission to a key planet for the Voltron alliance he… overcompensates.

Nightmares by Trashness
Status: Oneshot
Lance’s nightmares are getting out of control. It’s effecting his and the team’s performance, but he’s at a loss for how to fix this.Apparently sleeping next to a warm body helps.

high tide, incoming by kojondo
Status: Oneshot

It starts like this: They’re sitting across from each other at a table in the local burger joint, tossing casual banter and the occasional insult back and forth. It’s familiar and comfortable, reminiscent of every other conversation they’ve ever had, until out of nowhere Lance leans forward and says with a mouth full of fries, “Let’s date.”

you’re so sweet; will you be mine? by jojotxt
Status: Oneshot
A new bakery pops up right across the street from Lance’s bakery.

In which Lance is an idiot, Keith is an asshole, and Pidge is the next Dr. Phil.

you never stood a chance by kagshina (love your username btw)
Status: Oneshot
lance
to hunk ♡
>i’m gonna fukin die hunk oh mygod i sent
>keith a work out selfie that i wan supposed to fcukin send to you and you know what it said
>”BET YOU WANNA LICK THESE NIPS”
>HUNK I WILL NEVE BE ABLE TO FCE HIM AGAIN I WANT TO DI E(Or, Keith is beautiful, Lance has a crush, and there’s lots of shirtless selfies)

A Commutual Contract by SKayLanphear
Status: Ongoing (IvE BEEN WAITiNG SO LONG! its rlly good tho pls read it and give the author nice comments)
After a terrifying experience during which Lance, seemingly, dies, Keith is haunted by horrible nightmares of holding his comrade in his arms while he took his final breath. To the point where he can’t sleep unless he knows for absolute certain that Lance is alive. And while the attention is surprising, Lance doesn’t really have a problem with Keith checking up on him. Or the fact that Keith only seems totally comforted when he can cuddle Lance close and hear his heart beat. After all, there’s nothing wrong with two bros cuddling. It doesn’t MEAN anything. Or, at least, that’s what Lance keeps telling himself.

Honey & Lemon by DylanOhbrien
Status: Oneshot
Keith has one rule: keep any interaction with a customer terse and professional. It’s a rule he’s strictly followed since he’s started working at Shiro’s shop.
Then Lance walks through the door and Keith thows professionalism right out the window, along with any semblance of dignity he had left.

Voltrain by arialsal
Status: Oneshot
Lance continued anyway, “At least I realized it, though. I realized I wasn’t staying after hours with you just to make sure I clean up better than you do, and I wasn’t looking after the rodents on day’s you were away to prove I could do it better. I did it because I have the fucking hots for some dumb rodent trainer with an even dumber mullet and a smile that could destroy me.”

-A Voltron: Legendary Defender Pet Store AU in which Keith realizes Lance’s childish rivalry with him in the store means more to him than he’d like to admit.

I Found Love by thesearchingastronaut, WindyWordz
Status: Ongoing
Keith is just trying to live his life as a freelance illustrator with his cat, keeping up with bills by having two part-time jobs.But when he keeps bumping into Mr. Tall, Tan, & Handsome after a music event at his bar, well, maybe he’s willing to make time for pretty, blue eyes and a laugh like silver bells.

Dancing With Blunette by BleuSarcelle
Status: Complete
He didn’t have an epiphany or a vision during his dreams that told him that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Lance.

Honestly, it only took a soft bright smile from Lance during one lazy afternoon after his boyfriend had come home from work and started dancing around their living room with a grumpy Blunette on his arms from being woken up from her cat nap.

That’s when he knew.

(The one where Keith wants to propose to his boyfriend and almost has a heart attack.) (Then the other one where Lance proposes back and Keith cries.) (The following one where they both cry because wedding make you cry.) (And that last one where they adopt.)

Hello Meithman by archaicsextoy (I…love your name too)
Status: Ongoing
Red escapes from Keith’s apartment only for his super unfairly attractive neighbor to bring her back.

15-minute challenge: Smart Blood

“You know the Smart Blood?” Bond asked that night in bed, not looking away from his paperback.   

Whiskey was curled up in Bond’s lap for her nightly purr, apparently content to ignore the bandages covering the knife slash Bond had taken across his left thigh. Foxtrot lounged between their feet, occasionally batting at Bond’s toes, which was safe for him to do now, even post-mission, in a way that it hadn’t been when Bond had first slept over. Bond kept some of his suits in Q’s closet now, and a second straight-razor with all of its ridiculous accoutrements in Q’s bathroom. The original dose of Smart Blood had long since expired, had expired even before Bond had returned from his post-Oberhauser let’s-call-it-a-holiday-instead-of-a-futile-attempt-at-retirement in Europe. 

“Yes?” Q asked warily, putting his tablet down. “You mean the invasive nanotechnology that tracked your every move and had to be deleted so the wrong people couldn’t tell where you were?”

“It also monitored my vitals,” Bond said, setting his book aside. “Don’t forget that.” 

“Right,” Q said. 

“About how secure would you say it is now? Still fairly able to be hijacked?” Bond asked, a teasing glint in his eye. 

Q bit down on his instinctive protests–if he let it happen, this could turn into a snarkfest, and Bond had asked a good question. How secure could he make the Smart Blood now, post-SPECTRE? “It would depend on how many people knew about it,” he said finally. “I could make it so that only I had access to it, or even knew that you had it again, but if anything happened to me then no one else would have access to that safety net. Why the sudden interest?” 

“What about Moneypenny?” Bond asked, ignoring the question. “Could you arrange to give her access if Whiskey and Foxtrot finally stage a revolt against their overlord?” 

“This innocent creature?” Q asked, reaching over to scratch Whiskey under her chin, feeling her purrs vibrate against his fingers. “Yes, I suppose I could design a failsafe that would transmit the program to Moneypenny’s computer in the event of a kitty revolt.” Or anything else that might befall Six’s quartermaster. 

“Good,” Bond said. “That’s good.” He focused on Whiskey for a few moments, scritching her behind the ears in the way she liked, and then, still looking at her, he said, “How about it, then?” 

“You want me to inject you with a substance that will tell me where you are and what your vitals are at all times,” Q said, his eyebrows creeping up his forehead. 

Bond leered. “Inject me with your fluids, Q.” More seriously, he added, “Look…I only have a few active missions left in me. I’m hoping I’ll come home from all of them. But if I don’t–you deserve to know. To not be kept guessing, waiting for me to come back if some sod has finally managed to finish me off. All right?”  

Q softened. “All right,” he said. “If it’s what you want, I can do it. Thank you.” He leaned over and kissed Bond on the cheek, careful not to disturb Whiskey too badly. 

Bond nodded. “Good,” he said. “We can do it tomorrow. And Q? Happy birthday.” 

Q checked the clock. Sure enough, it was just a few minutes past midnight.  

love love love.. what kind of love do i want ?? what kind of love do i Need ?? i’m surrounded by love every day.. surrounded by fondness and affection and familiarity and connection in different ways. love love love… it’s found in easy laughter and in shared jokes and banter that i experience with my friend. it’s found in offered mango popsicles and my boss’s funny way of trying to connect with me through suggested mixed drink recipes and easy support of my sexuality. and it’s found in my mother’s consistent want to discuss current events with me and her constant encouragement for me to pursue my passions. and it’s found in the energy of a crowd at a concert and the quiet serenity of a field of wildflowers. my week’s been full of love love love and it makes me wonder how much i need that sort of romantic love and maybe it isn’t even that i Need it as much as i know how good other kinds of love feel and i want to experience this new kind too. it will come when it comes, i suppose it’s not something that can be rushed. but i kind of wish i could have it ? and but kind of i mean really ? i don’t feel empty without it but i’m just getting antsy and i just. want that sort of connection with someone.