when friends are angry at another friend

you: Hanzo is awkward and angry all the time and thinks McCree is an idiot and only starts liking him because he’s sick of being annoyed

me, an intellectual: Hanzo is awkward because he was raised in a very toxic household that prioritized silence and skills over actual human bonding. Hanzo wants to like McCree but the need to keep his defenses raised keeps him from opening up. He finally relaxes when he realizes McCree is a friend and not a potential enemy. They’re both clever and sharp but also dorks and share a mutual respect for one another as professionals, friends, and lovers.

EXO Masterlist

If anyone knows how to put that on my blog description, please teach me <3, but yea , you guys have been asking for a proper masterlist for a while so there we go ;


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You’re a Newly Self-Discovered Empath; Now What?

So you’ve just figured out that you’re an empath. What should you do now? Here’s a quick list of essentials to get you started. 

  • Shields: You need these. I mean need them. Going out without a shield is like leaving your house on a freezing day buck naked. To create shields, visualize the element you are the most connected to surrounding you in a protective shape. For me, it’s earth. My shields are made of very large visualized boulders surrounding me in the astral plane. You can also keep certain crystals around to strengthen your shields. 
  • Practice: Just as they say, practice makes perfect. You can harness your abilities and use them to your advantage, and others’. Read your potential boss and use your findings to nail that job interview. Use your ability to communicate with your deities, or household spirits. Become familiar with your friends auras so that you always know where they are in the house. Read new potential friends so you can better communicate. Practice reading the energies of various stones and objects.
  • Project your aura: Some of us have always been powerful, and have never known our true strength. Because of this, we never knew how to control it. When I feel something strongly, everyone around me feels it. When I am angry or sad, everyone around me becomes angry or sad. I don’t have to say a word or make a face. This is another reason for why shields are so important. We as empaths feel things so deeply that it can and will affect those around us. 
  • Meditate: Meditation allows us to practice and get in touch with ourselves. It will help us discern whether or not the emotions we are having are our own, or from someone near us. 
  • Astral travel: This will make you help you harness your abilities, as well as control them. In the astral plane, it will be much much easier to set up shields and work on your shiz. Plus, it’s really fun. 
  • Journaling: Journal things as you learn and realize them. Notice something unique to being an empath? stick it in your handy dandy empath journal. Notice something unique to YOUR experience as an empath? Jot it down in your journal. It will make things so much easier. 
Can I?

Originally posted by sadiaxxstylesxxstiles

Jeff Atkins x Reader
Request: No.
Word Count: 1,205
A/N: Finally a Jeff imagine! I’ve been waiting to try and finish other requests before I made this one but there was a ton of Alex requests, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE <3 I didn’t want it to be back to back Alex so I decided to mix it up a bit. Also, sorry if the ending is crappy :( Hopefully this is a good one, feel free to send in requests for ships, preferences and other imagines! Enjoy! <3
Warnings: None
(Y/C/N) = Your crush’s name
Italics = You, Bold = Jeff

   “So, what do you think?” You came out twirling in the short, off the shoulder, navy blue dress that you’d purchased earlier this week. Your high school crush had asked you out on a date, and you wanted to make sure that you looked presentable. For you, it was only appropriate to ask your best friend Jeff Atkins for help. He’d known you for the longest time and surprisingly had nice taste in dresses. Of course you’ve been on a date before, but this time you wanted everything to be perfect. However, ever since you had asked Jeff for help, he had been acting really weird and you didn’t know what was up with him. You’d decided to brush it off, thinking it was some personal issue, but something told you it was a bit more than that.
“So?” You played with the hem of your dress and looked down, Jeff had been sitting there silent for a while now and it really had you worried. “Do you not like it?” Pushing a strand of loose hair behind your ear, you frowned and looked up at him. “N-no! Yes! I mean…you look great.” “But” “But?” You sighed, “Jeff please don’t lie to me, if I don’t look good then-” He stood up from his spot on the couch and walked over to you, putting his hands on your bare shoulders, “You look amazing, and as far as I’m concerned, (Y/C/N) is the luckiest guy ever to able to have such an amazing girl like you.” His words made you smile and a rosy tint dusted your cheeks. “Thank you, Jeff…” You stood on your toes to kiss his cheek and ran upstairs to grab your purse. “Well I need to get going, or else I’m going to late! Are you gonna stay here?” Jeff muttered out a small ‘yeah’ and plopped back down onto the couch, picking up the remote and flipping through the channels. “Don’t wait up!” You giggled and jogged over to your car sitting on the side of the street in front of your house. Turning the key, you started the car up and made your way to Rosie’s diner.
   You had had about three milkshakes at this point and you were completely livid, but also sad. (Y/C/N) stood you up and it was the most discouraging thing ever. Maybe you would’ve understood a bit more if he would’ve texted you or called you, but he didn’t. You were feeling insecure, and wondered exactly what it was that made him change his mind about wanting to date you. You already had other insecurities that you’ve been dealing with, and now this? Pulling out your phone you dialed Jeff’s number, hoping that he would pick up. “Hello?” “J-Jeff?” You’d promised yourself that you wouldn’t cry but you couldn’t hold the tears back any longer. You were feeling so broken and rejected. “What happened?” he asked, worry defined in his voice. You could only shake your head and sit there, you wanted him to get it without you having to say it. He was really good at that, an expert at understanding you. “I’m coming to you okay? Stay there.” The line went dead, and you buried your face in your hands.
   Not too long after, Jeff had entered the diner and sat in the booth across from you.  He placed his hands on your wrists and moved them from covering your face. “He stood you up.” If anything it was more of a statement then a question, to which you nodded your head. “I promise the next time I see him I’m gonna-” “Don’t, please.” You smiled weakly at him, putting your hand on top of his to calm him down. Jeff let out a sigh and got up to slide into the seat next to you, he was angry and it really showed. However you didn’t need to him be angry with (Y/C/N), you needed him to comfort you. Placing his arm around your waist, he brought you closer to his body and wiped your tears away with his thumb. “Do you want to know why I’ve been acting strange this week?” You wondered why he’d brought this up at a time like this, but you’ve been curious since that day. “Sure.” He paused for a minute before answering, “I was jealous.” Coughing a little, you took the warm glass of water sitting on the table and took a sip. “Jealous?” You questioned. “Hear me out. You’ve always made me very happy. When you asked me to help you because you had a date…I mean I was happy for you but angry at myself. I was angry because I knew I was going to lose you-” “Jeff, you’re never going to lose me. We’ll always be best friends.” Jeff’s mood had completely changed, and there was something there that had tugged on your heart. “You don’t get it do you? I don’t want to be your best friend. I want to be more than that, and seeing you so hyped for another guy made me realize that I love you. I was angry because I felt that all these other guys were gonna try to play you, and look at where we are now. I know I can give you the world, you just have to let me.” You thought about it for a minute before giving Jeff an answer. “Okay.” It felt weird for a second, your best friend becoming your boyfriend, but you knew that Jeff would make sure you only had the best. He grabbed your car keys, then pulled you outside. Opening the door for you, you got in the car and giggled at the gentleman that he was. “Where are we going?” “You’ll see.”
The car ride was pretty quiet, much like your surroundings. You were about ready to drift to sleep until you felt the car stop. “This is it.” Jeff got out of the car and walked around to your side to let you out. You followed him to the wooden fence that prevented you from falling, and the view of the city absolutely was breathtaking. “Woah…” you gasped, leaning forward over the fence a little. “Easy there tiger,” Jeff laughed while placing his hands on your hips to stable you, “It’s…beautiful.” Your eyes twinkled at the bright lights that shone down below. “Not as beautiful as you.“ You giggled looking back at him, “You’re an idiot Jeff Atkins.” “Yeah but you love it,” he said shrugging. “Ever since you’ve announced your crush on (Y/C/N), I’ve always thought you deserved better than him. Now you’ve got it.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned up to kiss him. “You’re really confident aren’t you?” “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with being a little confident.” He flashed you one of his most famous smiles and captured your lips in another heated kiss.
   "Hey, since we’re dating now does that mean I get to wear your jacket?“ You looked up at him hopeful as he responded, "Of course, anything for you babe.” Squealing you pulled him with you to sit on the hood of the car, enjoying the view for another few hours before finally heading home.


hey there. i just want to share a story about girls who claim to be feminist, but deep down really only use it for the label and to spread female chauvinism. i also want to talk about people who think their partner deserved the rape. and my friends who refuse to be on my side, bc they’d rather be friends with a rapist than deal with drama. sorry if i ramble, but the “#metoo” thing on FB makes me want to talk.

many years ago my abusive ex boyfriend raped me. my current boyfriend at the time told me i deserved it, because i had cheated on him with my ex before. i still feel terrible about the cheating, but the rape was real and i did NOT deserve it. anyway, my now ex forced me to stay friends with my rapist for the sake of “the group”, which includes a female i have known for a loooong time. she strongly started calling herself a feminist a few years ago. i started to notice, however… she only talks about feminism when a man doesn’t want to be with her, or when it looks good on fb… and she was not there for her “sister” when i thought i would be able to count on her, when i was verbally assaulted by my rapist for THE LAST TIME and she called the cops on ME. 

it started out with a party on NYE. i had spent a week having anxiety attacks preparing to be around my rapist, for “the sake of the group”. my feminist friend, who knew he was an abusive psycho and also my ex… was on her knees basically stroking his dick in front of the entire room.  so, i went off to smoke with another friend. i was already tipsy, and used to pretending to be my rapist’s “friend”, so i didn’t really care when he wanted to smoke too. he basically brushed the girl off of her to come upstairs and smoke with me and an old friend, who also knew about the rape. my rapist was really drunk, like the time he raped me .. and ANGRY… and was screaming top volume about politics in my face. all i kept saying was “please, lets change the conversation i don’t want to talk about this”… he continued yelling, i asked for THE FIFTH TIME “___, can you PLEASE stop? you’re making me really anxious”, and i showed him my shaking hands. he knows i have a panic disorder. i wanted to leave, but he was blocking the door. my male friend just sat there and let the fight happen, didn’t stick up for me or even bother to say “could you shut up?”. as soon as my rapist saw my hands, he got really in my face and SCREAMED, “YOU KNOW WHAT??? YOU’RE JUST A STUPID FUCKING BITCH!!!”. He always verbally abuses me at parties and when we dated, but this time was the last. I went to throw the content of my drink on him, but he lifted his arm that was holding his own drink. As I threw the liquid content, his glass clinked into my glass, and split his lip. He knew what had happened,an accident. but, before I could even blink he was running downstairs telling everyone I stabbed him with a shard of glass.  before my “feminist sister” could ask if I was “okay” or “what happened??”, she had already called the police and told them her friend had been assaulted by me! so the cops come within ten minutes, which everyone blamed ME for btw, bc my rapist couldn’t have walked down the street and said he slipped on the ground and called the ER himself. instead, my “feminist friend” decided it was her duty to call the cops!! so my rapist went outside to the cops and bold face lied to them… he told them i started it all and attempted to brutally mutilate him. luckily my rapist heard me say, “this man has done things to me in the past that i could have called the cops on but didn’t” i also had a voicemail saved of him threatening to rip my lungs out and kill me in case i really needed to show the cops what this guy was like. so, even though the rapist stuck to his story, he told them he didn’t want to press charges. when i came inside everyone was angry at ME for disrupting the party before the ball dropped. nobody cared that a grown man had screamed in my face that i was a stupid fucking bitch, whilst not letting me leave the room. my friend who was in the room during the fight literally said, “he was screaming at you, but you shouldn’t have let it escalate to that.” so i still basically deserved it. nobody cared that the “feminist” had called the cops without even warning ppl to hide their weed, and that she or my rapist was the reason no one saw the ball drop. my ex boyfriend who told me i “deserved” the rape was there, and gave me evil glares all night….. i thought for sure my feminist friend would at least apologize after i ended up freaking out and screamed to the room what he did to me in the past, and that it was “THE LAST TIME” bc i was “SICK OF GETTING ABUSED BY MY ex/RAPIST”. i cried for about twenty minutes solid while she just stared at me and continued to laugh and party with my ex that told me i deserved it, whilst flirting with him! i have been having flashbacks about that night and the rape ever since Jan, and now I know that no matter what… even when the biggest feminist at the party finds out her friend is a rapist… that they will remain the rapist’s friend until the end of time. Because, I “deserved it” and was being “dramatic”.

So after that I have been having a lot of trouble trusting “feminists” who act like they care so much, but only when it suits them… I think feminism is great, but I’m just so angry and I want to confront her. I want to let her know that what she did was a move against the feminist cause, even if he was hurt … she didn’t even ask if I was okay. Usually for a girl to toss a drink on a man, the man did something to warrant it. I didn’t say anything negative to her, though… for “the sake of the group”. Then she stopped following me on social media a few months ago, completely out of the blue… knowing damn well we are going to be at parties together again. Why would she do this on top of everything else? I never called her out for ppl saying I ruined the party, when she almost ruined my life if I had gone to jail. I am not wealthy like her, i wouldn’t have had bail money… and I should not have had to face punishment ONCE AGAIN due to my rapist. I have such mixed feelings. I would love to go around calling myself a feminist, but I’m literally afraid of the word thanks to all the female chauvinists, and my in real life experiences.

I know I should look for new friends, but it isn’t easy in a one square mile town where everyone knows your name. On top of it all, my rapist’s sister went around town calling me a “rape crier”. so, it really hurts when I finally stick up for myself, and once again IM the bad guy! I have PTSD from the rape, and this just made it all so much worse.

Do you have any words of advice? Or tips on how to figure out who the real feminists are without having to be attacked by a male IRL first? Or how to get people to understand that it’s not okay for men to scream that women are stupid bitches to the point where they are having a panic attack? Should I just accept that most people suck, and stop talking about it? I worry that every time I make a post on fb about rape or abuse, someone is sitting there thinking… “liar. slut. she deserved it.”, even though I never mention my story or that it happened to me. I want to put myself out there. I want to post “#metoo” statuses, but it seems like in this world if you actually get raped instead of just a slap on the booty at a bar, you’re being “dramatic” or “lying”, or at the very least are questioned about it.  . I feel sometimes like women are worse to each other than men. I just don’t know what to do and I feel so fucking alone, even though I’m happily married with a man who knows i didn’t deserve it…. he doesn’t understand the pain and the flashbacks and daily morning panic attacks. I want friends who don’t sympathize with rapists, and feminists who are what they say they are!!!

I don’t know if this was the right type of content to submit to your blog, I just really like your posts and you seem to offer good advice. I’m sorry my story is so long… Thank you so much for taking the time to read it <3

Could Have, Should Have, Did

Soulmate!AU Ushijima x Reader where everything you draw on your skin also appears on your soulmate’s skin.

Your first impression of your soulmate was far from ideal.

At the tender age of fourteen, you watched enviously as your friends gushed about the marks on their skin.

“Look! He drew me a flower!” One of the girls exclaimed as the others gathered around her, chattering excitedly.

“That’s adorable!” Another replied as she rolled up her sleeve. “My soulmate drew me a cat!”

There was a collective set of “aww”s as they jostled each other for a closer look.

“What about you, [name]?” One of your friends asked, having noticed how you hadn’t joined in on the conversation. “Did your soulmate draw you anything?”

Although you were quick to object,the way you had self-consciously tugged at the hem of your sleeve didn’t go unnoticed by your friends. With a conspiratorial glance, they overwhelmed you with sheer numbers and exposed the blemished skin of your arm eagerly before bursting out in peals of laughter.

“W-What is that?” A friend wheezed, succumbing to another fit of giggles when you shot her an angry glare.

“Actually!” Another was quick to chime in. “Man, I feel sorry for you, getting stuck with a  soulmate like that!”

“’I’m an idiot’,” mocked the third, repeating what had been scrawled messily across your arm much to your growing chagrin. “Who would write that on themselves?”

Once again, the three of them returned to their fitful chuckling, leaving you to tug down the sleeve of your sweater as your face blazed like a wildfire.

“S-Stop it!” You made a futile attempt at calming them down. “Why does it matter that much? Just leave it alone!”

When it became apparent that your friends had no interest in respecting your wishes, you huffed and tromped out of the room, more than willing to leave them to their own devices as you barricaded yourself in the bathroom. Without a pen, you made do with grabbing your mother’s eyeliner off the counter and scrawled a fierce reply onto your skin.

You… really… are… aren’t… you? 

Satisfied with your disdainful response, you hid the words under a layer of warm cotton, pushing them out of sight and out of mind.

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anonymous asked:

A reaction to them seeing you out with an unfamiliar boy. They see you two shopping, grabbing lunch and when you come back home all giddy from spending time with him they confront you about it just to find out he's a long lost gay friend who's taken anyway pleeease

Your wish is my command. Here you go baby

He’d know you would never do anything to jeopardize your relationship but he’d still finding himself secretly following you to see who this ‘friend’ was. Once he spotted you from across the shopping mall he’d seen enough. When you finally got home he’d step up and ask you to tell him all about this friend and when he noticed you had left out the fact he was in fact a he, Jin would call you out and admit that he had seen you. When you finally told him that your friend was in fact a boy he’d furrow his brows and scoff at your laugh. ‘Jimmie, y/f/n’s boyfriend just broke up with him we needed a girls day.’ 'Boyfriend?’ 'Y/f/n is gay, oh and he agrees with me. He thinks you’re cute too’

He would have gotten a text from a friend of the two of you laughing with your hand on his forearm at a restaurant, shopping bags surrounding the two of you. It would make his stomach flip and he’d scoffed at the picture, he’d never seen you laugh as hard as you were in the picture. When you got home you’d still be smiling but it would fade when you saw him pouting on the couch. He’d tell you what was wrong by showing you the picture and his anger would grow when you’d laugh and shake your head. 'Babe, that’s y/f/n. I haven’t seen him in forever.’ 'I’ve never seen you laugh that hard before.’ 'We were sharing childhood stories’ it didn’t seem to make it getter so you smiled again. 'Min Yoongi I hope you’re not jealous of my friend… I told him we’d go on a double date with him and his boyfriend while he was still here.’ He’d think about that and a smile would reach his face once he realized your friend was far from a threat.


The moment he was told he would leave to find you, and once he did and saw you smiling and laughing his protective boyfriend switch would flip and he’d invite himself to eat with you. 'I was in the area, thought I’d stop by and meet this friend.’ He’d say locking eyes with your friend who smiled sweetly. 'I’m Namjoon, y/n’s boyfriend.’ He’d emphasize. He’d relax a little when your friend gave a polite 'I’m very well aware.’ But the way he looked at you then to him then back to you made him feel uneasy. When the two of you got home and he asked about what the look he kept giving you was. You’d blushed and chuckled nervously. 'Well before you joined us we were talk about you… in bed…’ you’d say putting your things away. 'Why would you talk about things like that with another straight man!’ He’d say getting angry. You’d look at him and laugh once loudly before covering your mouth 'Because those are the things you talk about with your gay best friend.’


He’d expect the worst when he found out about it but, wouldn’t talk to you about it. He’d look at you with sad eyes seeing you so happy and smile a straight line when you approached him to kiss his cheek. He’d wait till after dinner to ask you about it indirectly. Even though you were sitting there with him curled up against his chest and playing with his fingers, it’s still made him sad as you told him about your day with this boy. 'Oh, y/f/n and his boyfriend are putting on a party Friday, I’d told him we’d make it if your free.’ You’d say nonchalantly. 'Boyfriend?’ He’d say, breaking into the first real smile since you had gotten home. 'Yeah, is there a problem?’ You’d say pulling away from his chest slightly. 'No Jagi, that’s perfect.’ He’d say pulling you tighter into his chest and kissing the top of your head gently.

He wouldn’t do anything, he trusted you and knew you wouldn’t do anything to hurt him. You loved him way too much. It wasn’t until you came cheerfully trotting through the door holding onto your friends hand and laughing loudly did he start to grow uncomfortable and doubtful of his original thought. He’d be polite to your friend when the two of them were introduced, but when you took his hand again infront of Jimin and pulled him towards your shared bedroom he’d start to slowly grow furious. After a good few minutes of hearing you giggle and his low voice saying how sexy you’d look he’d walk into the room to see you holding a three piece lingerie set up for your friend to see. 'What the hell!’ He’d say as you quickly held the intimate clothing behind your back. 'Jimin you weren’t supposed to see that.’ You’d say blushing. Knowing something was about to happen your friend looked at his phone and clicked his tongue. 'It’s getting late, um I should go, I have a date with y/f/b/n tonight and I should probably get ready.’ Jimins eyes would soften and he’d put his hand to his forehead embarrassed that he had gotten mad at you. 'Valentines is coming up.’ You’d say awkwardly as you waved the lingerie at him.


Tae would become very possessive while trying not to be at the same time. He’d probably had gone with you so he could meet this mysterious best friend. Everytime you’d laugh at one of his jokes or old stories his hand would move up to your shoulder or he’d hold your hand on top of the table so your friend would know exactly who you were dating. It got to the point that when your friend stood from the table to take a call you pinched his knee and looked at him. 'Why aren’t you being nice you know that’s my closest friend.’ You’d say getting angry at how rude he was being. 'Jagiya he’s basically flirting with you and I’m right here!’ 'Kim Taehyung he’s gay for gods sakes’ you’d say watching as his face softened and he curled up one corner of his mouth. 'You’re still cute. Even when your jealous.’ You’d say pinching his cheek and making him laugh. He’d be a lot nicer the rest of the meal and when he confessed he thought your friend was flirting with you the three of you would laugh and it would become an inside joke for the years to come.


It wouldn’t take much to make Jungkook jealous, you knew that, but when it slipped your mind to tell him you were going out to lunch with your friend and his boyfriend you knew the two of you were in for it when he spotted you from across the court yard the restaurant you were it was located. You warned your friends and although they said it was cute how protective he was you knew he’d embarrass you. When he met up to your table and looked at you with eyes that were mixed with worry and jealousy you held a hand to invite him and Jimin to sit. 'Kook, this is y/f/n and y/f/b/n, his boyfriend. I’ve told you about him, right? My friend from back home?’ Jungkook’ expression would immediately soften and his bunny smile would appear again as he held out his hand to strongly shake your friends. Knowing he’d overreacted a little he’d make sure to be extra kind to them for the rest of the time he and Jimin sat there.

things my friends have actually said while watching voltron
  • lance: *sees lion* i feel like the eyes are following me
  • friend one: they're not following me
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  • friend one: *referring to hunk* its hank
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  • friend one: *referring to the castle* image if steven universe lived there
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  • friend one: *sees coran* is he a leprechaun? i'm gonna call him leprechaun. (later) he's an angry short person! do you see those high heals, wait... those aren't high heals
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  • friend one: i ship pig and lance
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  • friend one: *as allura has war flashbacks* me every monday
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  • friend two: what are those things by allura's ears
  • friend three: earrings?
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  • friend two: me when my parents walk into my room… rawr
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  • friend one: *referring to the castle* the dolphins
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  • friend one: that mullet tho *shoots keith*
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  • *klance moment*
  • friend two and i: *SCREAMMMMMM*
  • friend one: *trying to figure out our ship* that guy (shiro) and aroura
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  • friend one: *referring to klance* are they secretly dating?
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  • *another klance moment*
  • friend three and i: OOOOOOOOO
  • *our heads run into the other's*
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  • *allura is explaining the personality of the yellow paladin*
  • friend one: it's keith
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  • friend one: *sees allura* SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL, AHHHHHHHHH *is literally fangirling hella hard* MY EYESSSSS
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  • friend two: *sees prisoners* what
  • me: they're aliens
  • friend two: oh, i thought they were wearing sock puppets
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  • friend one: come on black dude- i mean lion
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  • friend one: *sees enemy* he's fat… and ugly
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  • *klance is on the screen*
  • friend one: see here? beauty
  • *shiro on screen*
  • friend one: see here? focus
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  • friend two: i'm gonna binge watch zoltron
My Only Sunshine || Min Yoongi

Originally posted by yooingi

Word Count: 1.7k (I know it’s short but it was either I make it really short or really long)

Genre: Angst *sweats* Fluff *sweats more* flangst (is that a thing?)

His smile was something not many people got to see. It was buried under thick layers of hatred and walls made of steel. It was almost impossible for anybody to tell who he really was. It was impossible to bring those walls down at all.

But there was one person in the world, who in a short time had managed to change who he was as a man. Someone who had managed to break a hole in his walls and slip through. Peeled back those layers and took a look at the man who was truly broken. Someone who the rest of the world had pushed aside for too long. And she managed to break the curse, of the man who had been turned into a monster.

Back then, Yoongi would have done nothing more than brush everyone aside and complain that the world was full of idiots. He wouldn’t fail to pass his hatred on, making everyone afraid to talk to him.

Yoongi called it honesty, the rest of the world called it cruelty.

It didn’t faze him when people called him mean anymore. It seemed to be just another layer that he would add onto the already growing amount. He didn’t seem to have many friends either so there was no one to convince him that maybe things would be okay if he just took a break.

But that wasn’t who he was. It was common for Yoongi to continue doing things until it was crushing down on him. The one friend he had, Hoseok, was the reason for his inclusion in society.

Many people had to do a double take when they saw the angry man with the literal walking ball of sunshine. They couldn’t believe that someone as dark and mean as Yoongi, was able to even talk to someone as radiating as Hoseok.

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Namjoon Scenario: Where We Belong.

Request: Hi! Can I request a scenario about Rap Monster being totally jealous and fight with Y/N because she does a lot of skinship with her best friend which also used to be her boyfriend in high school. (Romance/ little angst) sorry for my English I’m still learning :( 

Genre: Romance / Drama.

There you were again. Namjoon sometimes wondered if this was something you did on purpose because you already knew it annoyed him, he wondered if all this was necessary or you just did it to drive him crazy.

You were out having a bite after a long day at work, Namjoon had thought it would only be you but when he went to pick you up you weren’t alone. Instead you were with your best friend, Namjoon had given you a look and you had discreetly told him you had already told him to have dinner before Namjoon did and it’d be awkward for you to cancel, like this right now wasn’t awkward. Namjoon wouldn’t have a problem if someone came along to have dinner with you, but the problem lied in that said best friend happened to be a guy that also happened to have been your boyfriend in high school.

The waiter came with the drinks first, Namjoon had ordered a beer, and you two lemonades.

-Beer for the gentleman and lemonades for you and your boyfriend- the waiter said as he put the drinks in the table and strode of, but it left Namjoon scowling and you laughing while your friend, whose name was Wooyoung, looked uncomfortable.  

-What the…- you laughed. -How could he confuse us? That’s so awkward-

Namjoon just took a sip from his beer deciding to not comment, he could have a few arguments to offer to that question but he wanted to stay as calm as possible. But of course he had confused them, since at the moment the waiter came you were leaning to Wooyoung to watch something on his phone.

You smiled to Namjoon, surely your boyfriend wouldn’t take it seriously, he was a pretty rational guy so he got to know it meant nothing. Although you were suspecting it wasn’t entirely like that.
During dinner the ambiance was heavy as it could be, you’d usually enjoy light hearted conversations or a bit deeper ones if Namjoon and you were up for it as it was often the case, but this time the talk ran way too slow to be comfortable and it was painful to see Wooyoung trying to talk to Namjoon and him answering with monosyllables or some smart phrase to let him know he wasn’t interested in talking with him, which was rude of him. Namjoon was usually pretty nice and friendly person so it was odd him behaving this way, although then you thought it could be because of that ones thing you had talked in other previous times.

His jealousy towards your best friend, one that was totally inappropriate and that made him seem like the typical caveman and not like the smart logical guy he truly was.

He was going to sleep at your house that night but by how he was behaving you doubted he wanted that now and you were even doubting if you truly wanted to spend the night with him being all grouchy and uncooperative. You dropped Wooyoung home and then he drove to your house in silence, but it was eating you alive. You were a couple who talked about things, who solved issues by long sincere talks, not by ignoring and getting angry with each other, Namjoon was acting like an immature boy and not like the man he was.

-So I think we need to have a talk- you said when you arrived and unbuckled your seat belt.

Namjoon nodded agreeing to that as did the same thing. -Yes we need to- you got out of the car and went upstairs to have more privacy, none of you were in the mood to give in without thinking that that could cost you your relationship.

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Boo! Pt. 2 // Kim Taehyung


the prompt:i was wondering if you could write a 2nd part to it, cause there’s that one unanswered question that worries me. What’s gonna happen next because Tae is a ghost and the reader is human??? Is there a way to have them together in harmony as a very obvious couple to the world. Like gah. Thank you once again and i hope you answer my request.

words: 3079

category: fluff + comedy

author note: i love ghost tae. here’s part two, finally. although you guys are probably going to be surprised with the direction i took it haha. also, how did you guys like not today? everyone looked so good it was a masterpiece. pls enjoy this extremely wild and hopefully comedic boo part two ft. jimin!!

- destinee

Originally posted by hellosarang

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anonymous asked:

Hiii can I request a got7 reaction to their bestfriend (s/o) being their crush and how they would act from being your friend to liking u*sorry if this makes no sense*

Here you go darling:)


Being Jaebum’s best friend would include lots of late night talks and comforting one another. You wouldn’t be around everyone all the time since he’d like to keep you to himself but the times you did come around everyone else you’d always be next to Jaebum.
When he realized his feelings for you wasn’t just a friendly love it would be because one of the members were talking about you inappropriately. He’d get angry and tell them to fuck off, which would surprise everyone and thus start the conversation of asking you out. Late night talks would turn into accidental sleep overs where you would accidentally fall asleep against his chest. He’d bring you around more often, mainly so he could spend time with you and he’d find himself always looking at you, questioning how you were so perfect. The two of you would just fall into each other, there wouldn’t be a needy confess feelings, his actions would be enough.


You’d constantly be laughing with Mark. They’re would be lots of inside jokes and wide eyed stares as the two of you fought back your giggles. You two would always go on friend dates, basically all his free time would either be with you or texting you.
When he realized he had a crush on you he’d be unknowingly slipping on a pair of rose colored glasses. Everything you said would make him giggle and blush. Things like grabbing his hand to cross the street or pressing your knee against his to get his attention would now make his heart beat rapidly and a smile to plaster across his face. He’d think he was doing a good job collecting his emotions but he was so easy to read you’d know. You’d start taking his hand more often and pressing your knee to his for no reason.  You’d be the one to tell him you felt the same way but the moment you did he’d shower you with all the things he loved the most about you.

The two of you would have a bro friendship, loud laughing, arm punches and sitting around eating pizza while yelling at the things on the tv. But when it came to things that made either of you upset a switch would be flipped and you’d sit close and listen to one another’s problems, usually ending in pulling the other in to rest their cheek on the others chest to give love filled hugs.
Figuring out he liked you would be sudden, like a lightbulb going off in his mind and it wouldn’t take him long to act on it. You would have just been sitting there next to him minding your own business and then his lips would be on yours. He’d apologize and look back to the tv, the kiss confirming every thought of his, pleased with himself for leaving you so confused next to him. He’d do it to you a few more times until you finally yelled at him, to which he’d just kiss you longer and harder before whispering ‘I like like you.’

He’d be playful with you, it was one of his ways of telling you he was comfortable around you and enjoyed your company. He’d run all decisions by you first, it didn’t matter what they were. One day it would be if he should wear the right sock or the left and the next it would be what the hell is this rash on my inner thigh. You would tell him everything since he was the best listener you had ever met and he’d give ou some of the best advice.
When he realized he liked you he was still around you as much as possible but he’d grow more reserve. He wouldn’t confide in you about embarrassing things anymore and he’d find him self going through an array of emotions, especially if your problems involved another boy. He’d set dates in his mind on days he’d ask you out, or at least if you had any feeling back towards him but every time he’d find an excuse not to. He’d finally tell you when you came to him with boy problems. He’d ask you why you always went for the ones who ended up hurting you and when you asked him where you were going to find someone like that he’d just shrug and surprise himself by saying ‘what about me?’

He took the name as your best friend seriously. He’d be there every time you needed him just like you would him. The two of you would be the light of any room as you spit balled jokes at one another. He’d protect you from anyone who he could see hurting you in the future and comfort you when they did.
He’d be quiet about figuring out how much he liked you, but would start doing little things to show you his affection. He’d start pushing your hair out of your face, hugging you just a little longer and when his hand touched your back his fingers would move gently south just enough so it left you thinking about his hand. He’d do these things until he confirmed in his minds that you like having him do it and only then would he confess to you.

You’re friendship with him would be one that kind of made others uncomfortable. You’d always be making jokes about dirty things, talking about people who passed you and laughing loudly at things the other had said. But your friendship would also be sweet. He’d play wth your hair as you napped using his thigh as a pillow, he’d always be giving you back hugs and if you were bending over he might even softly kick your butt.
He’d realized how much he liked you durning one of those moments. When you were laid across his lap so he could gently scratch your back, something he hated to do but would for you at the drop of a hat. He wouldn’t be afraid to tell you his feelings, you were always so open so why not keep it that way, but he would wait a little while to just to make sure that’s how he actually felt.

You would be an acceptation and you’d know it, so times with Yugyeom were special. It would usually consist of you two getting into some spurt of trouble with the older members. There would be no pressure with you, which is one of the reasons he’d fall for you. He wouldn’t feel like he had to try for you to like him.
When he finally confirmed to himself that he liked you he’d be terrified. You were one of his favorite people on earth and the last thing he’d want would for you to be put off by him. He’d probably confide in the older boys and wouldn’t fully believe them that they thought you liked him in return. It would be one of the others who told you, accidentally of course. You two would have just revived a scolding from probably Jinyong and would run into the other room just to hear one call out ‘stop flirting and date already!’

Rota Fortunae

Originally posted by taegxk

Words: 3,812.

Genre: Angst? Soul swap au? how do I classify this??

Request: You and Taehyung bump into each other and swap souls.

Summary: “Though you had never been a firm believer in fate, maybe it was her doing that constantly led to having Kim Taehyung in your life – and you could not help but to despise him.”

A/N: This was a very different request that I really wanted to write and honestly I don’t even know how this turned out but it was fun. Let me know if you guys want a part 2 lmao

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a book review/description of America's First Daughter? I'm trying to decide between that or another book.

I should probably review this book while the text is still fresh in my mind. I could not pull myself away from this book, I read the whole 600 page book in less than twelve hours. 

America’s First Daughter was one of the best journeys I have ever undergone while reading a book. It was incredible, it completely transforms you. The writing was exceedingly talented and I appreciate in words I cannot express how much they kept to historical accuracy and narrative. It was so accurate, the only accuracy I can count was the fact that they said Thomas Jefferson had blue eyes even though his eyes didn’t go blue until later in life; and that he still had ginger hair until his death even though by then his hair had turned sandy. 

The book handles topics of sexism, abuse, racism and slavery very well. I must remind you: the book is narrated by Martha Jefferson Randolph meaning everything comes from the author’s interpretation of her thoughts and emotions. Sally Hemings makes an amazing appearance and the book is incredible. It is now in my top five favorite books. 

Please, I have never read a book that has affected him in such a way, I beg you with all my heart to read this extraordinary and beautiful novel. 

If you do not know what America’s First Daughter is about, here is a very long and detailed summary *SPOILERS BENEATH THE CUT* (but is is kind of just history… so):

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Written by: @roseymama

Rated K

Prompt 10: A coworker of one that is a friend of the other tries to set Katniss and Peeta up not knowing that they are already dating. [submitted by @booksrockmyface]

SummaryMadge sets up Katniss on a date because she’s unsure about her “boyfriend”. Turns out Peeta Mellark is the perfect guy to help Katniss put things in perspective.

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The Serpent Or Me - Part 6 (Bughead/Serpent!Jughead x Serpent!Reader)

Jughead has never cared about fitting in, as long as he has Betty and the gang he knows he has his place in Riverdale. However, Southside High has brought him an odd comfort and new friends very easily. The serpents have taken him under their wing, one in particular y/n has started to show him how things work in the gang. Jughead starts to grow a fondness for y/n that feels uneasy, he’s stuck between two worlds. Where or who should he choose?

Part 1    Part 2     Part 3     Part 4     Part 5

Characters/Pairings: Bughead, Veronica, Kevin, Archie, (Mentioned) Serpent!Reader.

Warnings: Kissing.

Word Count: 2482

Notes: Hope you like the Riverdale action this week. Next part scheduled for 21/7/17. I’ll be ending this series in the next few parts, I’ll do three more at most. Thanks for reading so far!


Originally posted by juggyandbets

Betty’s POV

A booth at Pop’s is once where I felt safest. Now it was where my heart was breaking. All I wanted to know was that Jughead was safe and that y/n was doing her best to keep him so. I was too curious for my own good. I kept replaying the look Jughead had on his face over and over, he was so disappointed in me.

‘You okay Miss Cooper?’ Pop came over to clear the table. I quickly wiped away my tears and gave him the best smile I could.

‘Yeah, thanks. Just silly boy trouble.’

‘It’ll be alright, you want another milkshake? Might ease the pain.’ He replied sweetly. I gave a fake chuckle.

‘Thanks but I’ll be okay. I think I’m just going to go home.’

‘Okay, Miss. And don’t worry about the bill tonight.’ I gave him a graceful smile, keeping in the tears as best I could. He picked up our plates and went to the next table. I quickly put my jacket on and left the diner.

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About why INFPs aren’t always pure and sometimes downright dangerous

I usually don’t post anything about MBTI on this blog, but there’s something I really need to get off my chest about INFP.

I’m INFP myself, and what I hate the most is that we’re mostly portrayed as kind, daydreaming beings, too good for this world, too pure. No. We aren’t.

Our dominant Fi means we’re lead by our own ethical agenda and our corresponding emotions - in a lot of cases, this makes us understanding, peaceful, and mindful of others because we believe that’s the right thing to do. We are perceived as Good Beings™ because society values compassion.

But remember, it’s because we believe in this agenda, and made it our very core.

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Astrid Hofferson - Unlikely Savior?

Okay, so, since I was on hiatus, I couldn’t post this one nagging thought that I’ve had for a while. Others have probably had this thought too.

Astrid should be the one to defeat Viggo if he’s alive.

It would just…it would be so great. Now, it’s my belief that Astrid has probably the most reason to, seeing as though she’s been hurt multiple times by him and his hunters. Because of them:

 - Stormfly was captured and used for her spines.

 - Astrid nearly drowned and died after being in the water for who knows how long.

 - Astrid had to lie to Hiccup, which she was very uncomfortable doing and which put a strain on their friendship. (Yeah, I know it was Heather who convinced her to do it, but y’know…by extension).

 - Her only female friend was captured and she had to spend a panic-producing night reassuring herself that the edge would hold up with two people.


 - Basically all the times her friends or she are being attacked.

- The whole bounty business. I don’t care how much you won’t let Astrid play the hero because you’re sexist, RTTE, she must have been really angry about the bounty on her friend.



So forget Hiccup’s need to capture Viggo. If he returns, I want Astrid to be the one to take him down. It would be so epic, man. Viggo is someone who fights with his mind, would it not be perfect if the headstrong axe woman was his downfall? 

It would make up for every single time Damselstrid has made her appearance too. RTTE is seriously sexist about Astrid and Ruff, while hardcore Heather and Hero Hiccup take the glory. Please, just let me have this. If Viggo Grimborn is somehow still alive, then please let Astrid Hofferson defeat him.

I know that SuperCorp is very unlikely to happen because Sanvers is already a thing, but between us… that’s bullshit.

Tv shows should always aim to reach out for the audience, capturing their interest - on a side trying to represent them and on the other trying to surprising them. We’re getting a hint of representation of the LGBT community (and I’m not saying LGBTQA+, because that part of the community is practically nonexistent according to the media) right now, which is definitely not enough, and what we get is rarely a quality product (for the most part, we’re used to make jokes, which isn’t representation, but more likely cheap comedy). We frequently get little screen-time, poor character development (he’s gay, what else is there to say?) and yes, we often get to DIE too (for the benefit of famous “shock value”… which doesn’t shock anybody, really, since it happens almost all the time). What we don’t get is main roles, good backstories, characters who are not only defined by their sexual orientation and… well, to live, to grow and get to be happy on screen (what an absurd concept, am I right?).

Supergirl has done an incredible job by representing Alex Danvers’ coming out story: it showed its audience how a strong, brave woman like Alex can still be very fragile and struggle with this kind of realization; how she fears to accept herself, to be fully herself and out with the people she cares the most about, and more importantly how things can actually go well. This is damn important, ‘cause it helps a lot of people to think that “Hey, maybe my family won’t take it this badly” or “Maybe my friends will accept me” and “Maybe things will change for the better!”, ‘cause guess what? IT CAN HAPPEN AND IT HAPPENS! But this is not very interesting to show, apparently, ‘cause most of the time it’s all freaking dramatic and it ends in tragedy.

The new generations are already lucky, ‘cause now there is something like this (Supergirl) on Tv, but it’s not enough still, ‘cause they’re portraying a tiny fragment of their audience, of the people around the world, and if you think “But it’s a lot already”, I’m gonna tell you that the straights have every single damn shade from every single damn angle for their representation on screen, while we are barely there and almost never the main character or anything close to that. Yes, there are movies in which we are protagonists, but let’s be real, they’re almost always centered on our sexual orientation, the discovery and the consequences, which is helpful and good to see, but it’s not everything there’s to see and to know. Plus, they really abuse of the dramatic factor of it in order to “send a message”, but that’s a message wasted on the straights, and if they think you’re an abomination already, surely a movie won’t change their minds. Instead, it will just fuel fear in us, which - there’s no really need to say it - it’s bad (we unfortunately have reality for that).

I remember my probably very first approach to the whole “girls liking girls” thing thanks to the media.
I was a kid and I was watching this movie on the Tv. I remember only pieces of it, ‘cause I don’t think I was paying much attention until a certain point. What I still recall, though, stuck in my head for a reason.
There were two girls, one white and the other brown, that grew closer to each other (I seriously don’t remember anything about whatever was the rest of the story). I recall this very specific scene that had me and my sister (who was also watching) like: “Oh, they are helping each other undressing ‘cause they’re friends”. When they started making out we were like “Oh… Okay, so they’re not just friends, apparently”, and that was it. I don’t think we knew about all the hatred towards people of same sex being in love with each other, to us it was just like “Okay, this is a thing that exists: acknowledged”. They seemed to be fine, so there was no issue… right? WRONG!
The white girl’s brother saw them, got angry as shit, took a gun and started shooting at them. They got into a car, trying to get away from him, but he got into another and started chasing them. It was raining, they were scared as shit, he looked insane, I felt the anguish growing inside of me: it was awful (again, I was a kid at the time).
The car slipped, then fell down a bridge into a river/lake and it quickly sank. After a while, only the white girl emerged from the water. The other drowned.
Last scene that I remember was a time jump where the white girl was a now a white granny, and she was probably remembering this terrible thing that happened to her once.

No fucking wonder if growing up I didn’t want to be gay and I pushed down my feelings and thoughts, since this is the kind of message to which I was subjected. And now? Now there are some things that portray the whole “being gay” as normal (as it always should be) and not in a dramatic, catastrophic way, but it’s also true that we get shows like The 1OO, Person of Interest, Orange Is The New Black, Pretty Little Liars, The Walking Dead and many, many, many others where the lesbian freaking dies, where there is no happy ending for us.

It’s simply not okay.

But to finally address the very main reason why I started this post - that no one will read ‘cause it’s too long, and people have time only for thoughts as long as a tweet - is the importance to acknowledge the presence of MORE THAN ONE GAY CHARACTER in a story. In a story AND in a family. Yes, as crazy as it sounds, we are more than two and we indeed can have LGBTQA+ wonderful siblings. Madness, right? Except that it’s not, it’s our reality, which is way more colorful, interesting and beautiful than the arid one-sided representation we witness on daily basis (I’m talking about heteronormative).

So, what really drives me nuts, it’s not the fact that people seem to be scared shitless to insert us in anything (although we’re everywhere), but how little crafty they are. We have proven to be a real force of nature over the whole LGBT Fans Deserve Better initiative, which raised by far $166,547 for the Trevor Project, and we did that after being smacked down once again by showrunners. Can you imagine what we could do if people were fair to us, for a change? We’re loyal, passionate, absurdly creative and talented (have you ever seen our fanArts, read our fanfictions? They’re often better than the original stuff and we don’t get paid a coin for making them), and yet we hardly get anything.

Tv shows should listen to their audience and get smart, because it’s not a pink UFO the thing we’re asking for, it’s not something that won’t fit their story, but simply more good representation. Supergirl scored with Sanvers, but there’s still so much potential that is sadly going to waste, and if they opened their eyes they would see it.

Do you want a great, original idea? Be fair and listen.

I’ve told you so.

Sirius x Reader

Nonnie Ask: Can i ask a young Sirius black imagine where the reader is like Hermione and is one of Marauder and Sirius never agree with her and always do something reckless and at last reader says, ‘I told you so’ proudly and Sirius gets all annoyed but there comes a time when Sirius and reader accept their feelings for each other after another argument(Sirius kiss her all of sudden after she again say 'i told you so’) Thank you! 

Hope you’ll like Nonnie ! :)

You were sitting next to the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room, talking with James about the last Defence Against the Dark Arts class you had, when Sirius burst into the portrait of the Fat lady, followed by a half-choking-out-of-laughter Peter.

-What’s wrong Pads? James asked him as he let himself down beside you, seeming in a very bad mood.

-McGonagall caught me because of your stupid idea! He shoots at James, glaring furiously at him. James looked at him over his glasses, as Peter was still trying to stop laughing.

-What idea? Remus asked, looking at the both of them with gravity.

-Potter’s stupid idea to took Hagrid’s Pumpkins and give it to the House Elves, telling them that it was for the next supper! Why only me!? Pet’ was there and James too!

-I’ve told you so. You said to him and he turned his head at you, narrowing his eyes with disdain. -Don’t look at me that way, you know it’s true.

-Oh come on, you don’t even know what fun means, so don’t you lecture me this early in the morning, you’re already giving me a headache. He snapped at you briskly.

-Bringing giant pumpkins from the ground to the kitchen wasn’t your most brilliant idea Sirius. You told him in a reproachful tone as he shook his head, getting up.

-Well shit, as always, I wasn’t expecting any form of support from you Y/N. He said coldly before passing next to you and climbing two by two the stairs up to his dormitory.

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