which I will

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for centuries our families fought together,
against their common enemy. 
despite their differences. together. 
we need to do the same if we’re gonna survive. 
because the enemy is real.

anonymous asked:

personally i don't like willhell because he's abusive and violent. but go ahead and invalidate my reasons. as someone who has actually suffered from abuse i find his behavior disgusting and manipulative and violent. grow up and see that your perfect guy is a disgusting fuckboy loser.

Oh wow, this should be fun. Thanks for your kind message. 

So let me start first by saying, Willliam is in no way perfect. Skam is not about perfect people. No one is perfect. Not Noora, not Isak, not Eva, not Sana (gasp she said it). No one. Every single character on this show has done something they aren’t proud of, something they are ashamed of…wait isn’t that the name of this show in fact? So don’t come off trying to make it seem like I idolize William, because I don’t. 

But also, as a human being with a soul and a pair of eyes, I can see the difference between a unrepentant, abusive, asshole and someone who is struggling in life. 

I’m going to try and be clear about this because no one else wants to see it, but it’s fun and I want to so let’s get rolling.

1. Abuse: William, a teenage boy with crush on a girl, goes about getting her attention in a game as old as time. Does he manipulate Vilde in order to get to Noora? Ya a little but in fairly harmless ways. He calls Vilde to talk to Noora. He snaps Vilde to ask if their bus is coming to his party. 

Ya but he is a dick to Vilde. He treated her like trash. So yes, well done on using your eyes in this one and only scene. He does talk down to Vilde and later explains to Noora that he did so to try and get Vilde to dislike him. He doesn’t want Vilde or her obsessive affections and was pretty clear that they were just a hook-up. Vilde even says that when she has sex with William, that he was very sweet and kind to her. (doesn’t quite sound like abuse).

When Noora goes on her date with William in order to fulfill their bargain, she says (after the date has come to an end) “I don’t owe you anything now” and William says “no you don’t owe me anything”. William obviously likes this girl and tried to do something sweet by taking her out and talking about his past and trying to explain a little about why he says the things that he says. At this point, Noora gives off the impression that she has done her duty and gone on this date, but then she does show signs of being interested in William after.

I’m still not sure where the abuse is coming from, but I’ll continue.

William teases her, tries to get her to come to his parties, tries to get her attention and despite Noora’s outward protests to the idea of hanging out with William, there is definitely interest and she is trying to fight that because of Vile (who, mind you, isn’t dating William so he has no obligation to this girl he slept with among several others). Obviously, Noora doesn’t want Vilde finding out so she becomes paranoid that William is going to tell Vilde about what happened (or didn’t happen) between them.

Despite all of this, and all of William’s teasing, he doesn’t ever tell Vilde anything. He goes along with Noora’s wishes for privacy and to keep what happened between them a secret.

When they start dating/seeing each other, William is completely interested in Noora. She is again paranoid because of his past behavior with sleeping around, that he is going to cheat on her or sleep around during Russ time. William seems insulted by this because it’s clear to him that he is only interested in Noora. He expresses this several times and even has several kind things to say about her when she opens up about her family.

“BUT HE LIED ABOUT HIS BROTHER”

As someone who has had some dark things in my past and in my family, I don’t necessarily open up about those right away or ever. It’s hard to talk about having a fucked up family. It’s hard to admit that your - in William’s case - brother is a psychopath, or that your sister is dead, or that your family is broken. Not exactly easy conversation for a girl who may or may not be invested in getting to know you and keeps pushing you away.

William has a dark past and while yes he acts like a prick a lot, it is a natural coping mechanism. He has a fucked up family life - none at all really - and so let’s shame him for trying to push himself as far away from that as he can. 

2. Violence - saying William is an awful person because of his anger issues is pretty demeaning. Not everyone can cope with anger in a sweet and calm demeanor. William gets into fights, just like Isak,Jonas, PChris, Boy Squad v Balloon Squad s4. It’s part of the way he defends himself and his friends. Is smashing a bottle over your enemies head a good way to solve an issue? Hell no. But this is someone who was anxiously trying to help his friends and defend his friends (as he explains to Noora) about what the Yakuza guys were doing to all of them. Again, was it right? No. But did he go around smashing bottles on everyone’s heads? Also no. People say he didn’t have remorse about this but it was very clear to me that he was ashamed of this anger and this side of him because he asked Noora to stay on the bus. He was concerned about what she might see and how it might affect her opinion of him.

Now, when it comes to the talk about ‘killing’ his brother: William was so angry with his brother for what he did to Noora, for taking advantage of her, that he probably wanted to kill the guy. That is not a ‘strange’ reaction. It’s a coping mechanism for people who would do anything to protect the people they love. Note, he didn’t kill his brother. I don’t think he even beat the shit out of him even though Niko would have deserved it for what he did. I think that’s called…….character development?

3. He victim blamed Noora when she thought she’d been raped: bullshit. This goes back to the anger issues and coping mechanisms. Not everyone knows how to respond when it comes to news that your brother may have raped your girlfriend, or in the initial situation, your girlfriend who you finally let your walls down for and love deeply, may have slept with your brother. Naturally, instead of beating the shit out of his brother (which old William might have done) or putting himself in a situation where he might have said cruel things to Noora when blinded by anger, he pushed himself away. It’s called self-preservation. He wasn’t shaming her for what happened. But it looked as though he felt that he failed her and himself and that he wasn’t going to let his walls down again.

Obviously that wasn’t the case.

I could list a thousand other moments where William was actually kind and tender to Noora when she was having an anxiety attack, when she was lonely. William’s reaction to Noora admitting she lied and didn’t testify against Niko is once again another reaction that shows he was sad and confused about a situation that caused so much tension between them. He hates his brother and hates what he has done to William’s relationship with Noora, and to Noora directly. Obviously, that news would mean he needed time to process.

Noora is a runner, as I’ve said before, and when she feels unloved (like she feels about her parents, or how she felt likely when Sana was being cold to her about Yousef) she runs, she steps away.


If you don’t believe me, just listen to Sana talk to Noora about half of the same shit above in S2. 

So please don’t try and come at me that you’re a victim of abuse so you’re the expert on William Magnusson. I’ve been verbally abused most of my life in a not so great family situation. My father is a manic-depressive and I have been scared for my mother on countless occasions. I have been verbally manipulated into making me feel as though I am to blame for things that I have not done. It has scarred me so much to this day that I still get anxiety during family get togethers.

I am in no way invalidating your abuse or your past. But looking at William, I don’t see a terrible person, a nasty person, an abuser, a toxic white man. I see him as a man who very much cares for Noora Amalie and would do anything to protect her, anything that she asked of him. A man who is kind, silly, goofy, loving, and understanding, but with a past who he also has to overcome, and has been for the last several years.

So please don’t leave nasty comments on my page.

Thanks.

so um changkyun spilled some good stuff today at melon radio. He said when he went outside to get some air at the post concert party mx and starship were having he saw wonho and kihyun hugging while crying.

when kihyun told wonho ‘good work’ both started tearing up and was hugging by THEMSELVES  and changkyun saw them IM CRYING 

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some more persona fusion shit in response to this ask!!! this was pretty fun tbh…

For the most part changing personas would change the shape of his horns/wings/etc and add on some extra stuff…i kinda wanna keep a consistent theme ya feel? (narcissus is the exception here, because the shoujo sparkles idea was too good not to use)

a highlight from talking about the Bugs fusion with @v-isca 

Softly, My Love

Or; a relationship told through its softest moments; from firsts to lasts and everything in between.

For Enjoltaire week 2017, day #3: soft.


Their first date is what can only be described as soft. 

They meet for dinner inside of a small Thai cafe, and Grantaire’s heart does somersaults all the way through his meal. Enjolras keeps smiling at him, warmly, tentatively, and Grantaire feels himself blushing every time. 

They hold hands on the walk home; what started off as Enjolras’ fingertips lightly grazing Grantaire’s wrist gradually evolved until their hands were linked, fingers intertwined. Enjolras swings their hands lightly as they walk in tandem and Grantaire thinks his jaw is going to break from all the smiling he’s been doing. 

There’s no kissing before Enjolras walks up  the steps to his apartment and waves a small goodbye to Grantaire; instead they hug loosely for a few moments, promising to have dinner again sometime. Enjolras breaks contact with a smile and Grantaire lets himself wonder how he ever got so lucky as to have that smile bestowed upon him.


It’s snowing, the first time they kiss. 

Grantaire remembers it vividly, because Enjolras was wearing that scarf that he got last Christmas- the red, white, and blue one that Courfeyrac bought him as a joke, yet Enjolras treasures with every fibre of his being. 

He’s also wearing mittens, like, honest to God, actual red fluffy mittens that tickle the sides of Grantaire’s face when Enjolras cups it between his palms. 

“I’d really like to kiss you.” Enjolras says, tracing the outline of Grantaire’s lips with one mitten-clad thumb. “Your lips look very kissable right now.”

“It’s probably the cold.” Grantaire says, stupidly, because Enjolras just asked to kiss him and sure, they’ve gone on a few dates at this point, but still.

Enjolras smiles, his eyes creasing around the edges. “Probably.” he agrees, moving one hand down to Grantaire’s neck. “Can I?”

Grantaire can’t find the words to express just how much Enjolras can, so instead he nods, feeling the ghost of Enjolras’ lips upon his almost as soon as he moves his head. 

Enjolras’ lips are soft, which is unsurprising. His kisses are short, fleeting things, a warm mouth pressing against Grantaire’s for the barest of seconds before pulling away again. Grantaire brings his own hand up to Enjolras’ face, coaxes his lips into staying a little longer, makes the kisses slower, more languid. 

It’s almost perfect, and Enjolras smiles when their lips part, eyes still closed, as if he’s taking time to immortalise the memory behind his eyelids. 

Grantaire’s never felt happier.


Perhaps Grantaire’s favourite fact that he’s learnt about Enjolras is the way he kisses. Or, more specifically, the way he reacts to being kissed. 

Lying side by side after a busy evening of studying together and watching cat videos on YouTube, Grantaire leans over to press a single kiss to Enjolras’ temple, letting his lips linger against Enjolras’ skin a moment longer than necessary. 

As expected, Enjolras’ eyelids flutter closed. Grantaire smiles warmly. They re-open as Grantaire pulls away, tracing his movement through dark lashes. 

“You’re cute, you know that?” Grantaire asks quietly.

Enjolras scrunches up his nose, which, as Grantaire said, cute.

“You’re doing nothing to disprove my point there, Enj.”

Enjolras simply gives him an affectionate roll of the eyes before leaning in closer to Grantaire’s side. “You’re cuter.” he mumbles into the fabric of Grantaire’s sweatshirt. 

Grantaire kisses his forehead again.


Sometimes love is a big thing; a grand gesture or large announcement, the penultimate confession scene in a movie or dramatic chase for the protagonist to follow their heart.

Othertimes, it’s a smaller entity; late night conversations or shared feelings, the soft touches of natural intimacy or the simple comfort of another tangible being. 

The first time Enjolras tells Grantaire that he loves him, they’re on the couch in Grantaire’s apartment, watching the best of the best cheesy rom-com films Netflix has to offer. 

The credits are rolling, but instead of getting up, Enjolras and Grantaire stay cocooned on the couch, too content to move. 

Grantaire is debating whether it would be a good idea to turn the autoplay on, when Enjolras laces their fingers together. 

“Hey,” he says quietly. “I love you.”

Grantaire’s heart does a funny dive within his chest and he smiles before he’s even processed the full meaning of Enjolras’ words. Enjolras is staring at him intently, as if he’s trying to convey the extent of his love through his eyes alone. It’s almost enough to make Grantaire teary-eyed.

“I love you too.” Grantaire says back, even quieter, delighting in the way Enjolras seems to practically glow with the newfound knowledge. 

He smiles, and Enjolras smiles back, like they’ve just shared some sort of secret. 


“Soft.” Grantaire mumbles, running his fingers through Enjolras’ hair gently. Enjolras makes a small sound and buries himself further into the duvet. He’s never been a morning person and Grantaire chuckles to himself at all the memories he has of trying to coax a sleepy Enjolras into wakefulness with coffee and kisses.

“C’mon, sleepyhead, time to wake up. Bright and early.” Grantaire says, despite the fact that it’s eight ‘o clock on a Sunday.

“You wake up.” retorts Enjolras- not his best work, but Grantaire supposes he can be forgiven on account of how his brain still has a little longer to go before it’s functioning properly.

“I am awake, love.”

Enjolras grumbles, but maneuvers himself so that he’s half-laying across Grantaire’s chest, giving Grantaire better access to his curls. Enjolras sighs as Grantaire strokes his hair out of his face, one hand curled up against his hip and the other splayed out against Grantaire’s shoulder. Grantaire smiles as he brings Enjolras’ hand to his mouth to lay a kiss against his knuckles. “Coffee?” Grantaire asks quietly.

“God, yes. Please.” 

Grantaire hums. “Alright. Be right back.” 

Enjolras’ hand wraps around Grantaire’s wrist as he makes a sound of protest. “Stay.” he semi-whines. 

Grantaire laughs. “Enj, if you want the coffee I have to go and fetch it.”

“Stay,” Enjolras repeats, tugging Grantaire back down to lay with him. “I’d rather have you. Coffee later, cuddling now.”

Grantaire is only too happy to oblige.


Grantaire is systematically working the tension out of his boyfriend’s shoulders and upper back, cherishing the little contented hums Enjolras makes whenever he rubs a particular spot. 

“You’re always so tense.” Grantaire mutters, leaning down to press kisses against Enjolras’ shoulders.

“Mmmm, I wonder why.” mumbles back Enjolras, though the corners of his mouth are turned up ever so slightly.

They both know why; it’s a combination of stress, wearing a binder for eight hours a day, and the weight of a messenger bag that somehow always ends up heavier than it started off. (Grantaire has tried to convince Enjolras to stop making so many trips to the library to no avail; Enjolras devours books almost as quickly as Combeferre- which is saying something, given the man’s infamous reputation for reading the entirety of War and Peace in two nights.)

Grantaire’s glad he can be of help- even if it is only in this small way. It’s easily intimate, being with Enjolras like this, and Grantaire’s beyond grateful that it’s normal for them to share moments like this together- a few years ago he wouldn’t have believed it to be possible. 

Enjolras hums as Grantaire rubs his shoulders, and then Grantaire’s hands are being gently swatted away as Enjolras moves to sit up, a contented smile sitting on his face. “Thank you.” he says, trailing light fingers down Grantaire’s jawline before moving to bring their mouths together. The kiss is slow and languid and Grantaire smiles onto Enjolras’ lips, feeling Enjolras do the same. 

“Mmmmmm,” Enjolras murmurs as they break apart, “Your turn now, c’mon, roll over.”

“Enj, you don’t have to-”

“Oh, hush you; you know I do, now roll over.”

“Bossy.” Grantaire chides, yet obliging all the same. It’s practically routine by now, anyway- no matter how much he protests, Enjolras will always insist on returning the favour, probably in the interests of equality or something similar. (It’s not like Grantaire’s complaining; Enjolras gives quite satisfactory backrubs.)

“Enj?” 

“Mhmm?”

“I love you.”

Grantaire doesn’t need to turn around to know that Enjolras is smiling when he replies, “I love you too.”


They get married on a Wednesday. Everything is hectic and everybody is stressing out and Grantaire almost works himself into a panic attack which he hasn’t done since he was eighteen, thank you very much.

Despite this, the ceremony is wonderful. There’s laughter and smiles and Grantaire feels so spectacularly happy he could shout it from the top of the Eiffel Tower and still the grin would not be swept off his face.

Now it’s late, and Enjolras stands in the doorway to their room, shirt untucked and tie hanging haphazardly around his neck. Grantaire doesn’t think he’s ever looked more beautiful.

“Come here, you.” he says, patting the side of the bed next to him. Enjolras huffs and rolls his eyes, although he’s clearly just as giddy as Grantaire.

“Yes, husband.” Enjolras replies dutifully, grinning as he walks over. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Enjolras immediately pulls Grantaire in for a kiss. It’s soft and delicate and so, so lovely that Grantaire has to break away for smiling too much.

“Husband.” Grantaire says, fitting his mouth around the word. “I’m going to enjoy getting used to that.”

Enjolras beams at him.

stop pretending that sirius black isn’t a food snob and that it Kills him that lily puts ketchup on practically everything

anonymous asked:

If only momtaku's fans knew how awful she was for supporting this post and agreeing that Armin meta for him surviving is useless and obsolete: h t t p : / / lostcauses - noregrets. tumblr. com/post/157034914010/hey -ive-got-an- ideawhy -dont- we- all-just

anonymous asked:

I'm playing Pokemon Mystery Dungeon (Sky ver.) and I recently recruited a Girarafig and named them ModMad and I s2g they keep curb stomping most Pokemon I face up against with their Agility plus Psybeam spam combo good job Mod

ur welcome buddy! reminds me of the time I had a Noctowl which I called Neil after Neil Richards, the original Mad Mod from Teen Titans, and I stg his hypnosis never missed and always lasted the max number of turns it was uncanny

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Just like SHINee…always extra

Jeremy loves baking. There’s just something strangely therapeutic about it all. Maybe it was just knowing all the work was going to something sweet, maybe it was just being able to making something with simple ingredients, seeing how it all worked out in the end. Jeremy didn’t know and honestly didn’t care. He’d just like taking some time on the weekends, at least when he can, to make something sweet.

Jeremy also loves his boyfriend. Adores him really. The argument can even be made that he loves him more than he loves baking. But trying to deal with his boyfriend when doing such baking always proves to be a whole lot more work.

“Ryan!” Jeremy shouts as he turns around from grabbing the flour, seeing Ryan trying to poke into the dough he’s not even finished mixing. “Stop trying to eat it!”

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been trying to catch up with The Adventure Zone since i had to drive for nearly 3,000 miles! one of my favorite scenes, the vision from ep 50

All my friends who’ve finished uni are like ‘I’m travelling around south america!’ and ‘I just got accepted for this really great job!!’ and I’m just like ‘well… I examined some vaginas today and sat in the abandoned library for a bit having a breakdown but it’s all good lmao’