who else could do something like this though

Ask Me Stuff 😉
  1. Full name
  2. Zodiac sign
  3. 3 Fears Spiders
  4. 3 things I love
  5. 4 turns ons
  6. 4 turns offs 
  7. My best friend 
  8. Sexual orientation
  9. My best first date
  10. How tall am I
  11. What do I miss

  12. What time were I born

  13. Favourite colour Black

  14. Do I have a crush

  15. Favourite quote

  16. Favourite place

  17. Favourite food

  18. Do I use sarcasm

  19. What am I listening to right now

  20. First thing I notice in new person

  21. Shoe size

  22. Eye colour

  23. Hair colour

  24. Favourite style of clothing

  25. Ever done a prank call?

  26. What colour of underwear I’m wearing now?

  27. Meaning behind my URL

  28. Favourite movie

  29. Favourite song

  30. Favourite band

  31. How I feel right now

  32. Someone I love

  33. My current relationship status

  34. My relationship with my parents

  35. Favourite holiday

  36. Tattoos and piercings?

  37. Tattoos and piercing i want

  38. The reason I joined Tumblr

  39. Do I and my last ex hate each other?

  40. Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?

  41. Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?

  42. When did I last hold hands?

  43. How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?

  44. Have I shaved your legs in the past three days?

  45. Where am I right now?

  46. If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?

  47. Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?

  48. Do I live with my Mom and Dad?

  49. Am I excited for anything?

  50. Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?

  51. How often do I wear a fake smile?

  52. When was the last time I hugged someone?

  53. What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?

  54. Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?

  55. What is something I disliked about today?

  56. If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

  57. What do I think about most?

  58. What’s my strangest talent?

  59. Do I have any strange phobias?

  60. Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?
  61. What was the last lie I told?

  62. Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

  63. Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

  64. Do I believe in magic?
  65. Do I believe in luck?

  66. What’s the weather like right now?

  67. What was the last book I’ve read?

  68. Do I like the smell of gasoline?

  69. Do I have any nicknames?

  70. What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?

  71. Do I spend money or save it?

  72. Can I touch my nose with a tongue?

  73. Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me?

  74. Favourite animal?

  75. What was I doing last night at 12 AM?

  76. What do I think is Satan’s last name is?

  77. What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?

  78. How can you win my heart?

  79. What would I want to be written on my tombstone?

  80. What is my favourite word

  81. My top 5 blogs on tumblr

  82. If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?

  83. Do I have any relatives in jail?

  84. I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?

  85. What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

  86. What is my current desktop picture?

  87. Had sex?

  88. Bought condoms?

  89. Gotten pregnant?

  90. Failed a class?

  91. Kissed a boy?

  92. Kissed a girl?

  93. Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?

  94. Had job?

  95. Left the house without my wallet?

  96. Bullied someone on the internet?

  97. Had sex in public?

  98. Played on a sports team?

  99. Smoked weed?

  100. Did drugs?

  101. Smoked cigarettes?

  102. Drank alcohol?

  103. Am I a vegetarian/vegan?

  104. Been overweight?

  105. Been underweight?

  106. Been to a wedding?

  107. Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?

  108. Watched TV for 5 hours straight?

  109. Been outside my home country?

  110. Gotten my heart broken?

  111. Been to a professional sports game?

  112. Broken a bone?

  113. Cut myself?

  114. Been to prom?

  115. Been in airplane?

  116. Fly by helicopter?

  117. What concerts have I been to?

  118. Had a crush on someone of the same sex?

  119. Learned another language?

  120. Wore make up?

  121. Lost my virginity before I was 18?

  122.  Had oral sex?

  123. Dyed my hair?

  124. Voted in a presidential election?

  125. Rode in an ambulance?

  126. Had a surgery?

  127. Met someone famous?

  128. Stalked someone on a social network?

  129. Peed outside?

  130. Been fishing?

  131. Helped with charity?

  132. Been rejected by a crush?

  133. Broken a mirror?

  134. What do I want for birthday?

  135. How many kids do I want and what will be their names?

  136. Was I named after anyone?

  137. Do I like my handwriting?

  138. What was my favourite toy as a child? 
  139. Favourite Tv Show?

  140. Where do I want to live when older?

  141. Play any musical instrument?

  142. One of my scars, how did I get it?

  143. Favourite pizza toping?

  144. Am I afraid of the dark?

  145. Am I afraid of heights?

  146. Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?

  147. Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?
  148. What I’m really bad at

  149. What my greatest achievements are

  150. The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me

  151. What I’d do if I won in a lottery

  152. What do I like about myself

  153. My closest Tumblr friend

  154. Something I fantasise about my ex

ao3 link


Yuuri is in the kitchen when he hears Victor call it out in question. They had just finished up supper and Victor had cooked so Yuuri was in the kitchen washing up the dishes to return the favor. And he’s just standing by the dishwasher, humming idly and wondering if Victor has picked out a movie for them to watch or if tonight is going to be a night where they watch game shows featuring Victor yelling out the answers that can actually be correct on occasion. It had been a long day at the rink and Yuuri even wonders if maybe they’ll have a nice glass of wine before bed.

So, Yuuri is just minding his own business, not thinking twice when Victor calls out his name. He hums back, expecting a question or statement about leftovers but then…

“What’s yaoi?”

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Stop Saying "Unarmed Black Man"

I know this stopped being relevant to people’s interests about two weeks ago, but it wasn’t until now that I realized this was a problem.

Very frequently, when a cop perforates some innocent black kid and the media decides to actually care, the victim’s family and friends and anybody else who cares will say, “He was a good boy, he wasn’t armed, he was shot in cold blood.” And the cop will always say something like “I thought he had a weapon.” when it was just a wallet or a cell phone or whatever. But this should stop.

I am an armed black male. Pretty much everywhere I go that isn’t a public school, I carry weapons because I do not plan on engaging any assailant in unarmed melee combat. Even though I’m 6'5" and 290 lbs, and could probably beat down anybody who hasn’t actually been trained to fight in some way. But I’m not going to risk that. If someone attacks me, I have the right to end the threat in the most efficient way possible. But since I can’t carry a gun (lol NY), I carry knives.

That is not a crime.

That is not an excuse to shoot me.

My life does not lose value because I took measures to protect it.

When a cop says “I thought he had a knife” or “I thought he had a gun”, yet is absent of injuries while the victim has been shot 22 times, the answer should not immediately be “Well it was just a cell phone” or “If you can’t tell the difference between a wallet and a Glock you should find a different job.”

Not because those responses aren’t true. They are. But the other question should be “Why does a person having a knife give you the right to harrass, assault, and/or kill them?” Because the cop always starts it. No black teen (or anybody, really) with a weapon approaches a cop to chat and then decides to assaults him.

The cop is always the aggressor who decided that they were going to ruin some kid’s day. The cop makes the decision to harass somebody, and then the cop gets panicked enough to kill the person they themselves were harassing. But even when a cop is right, he is wrong.

Because if I got shot at the trains station tomorrow, I wouldn’t be an unarmed black male. 

But I’d still be innocent, and that should be all that matters.

the noisy neighbors [m]

Originally posted by wanjacks

❛❛i live in a house full of stupid men and their dirty underwear except there is an angel in their midst and he cleans up after himself and does everyone’s laundry and we share the same neighbor who likes to have wild sex every night and the hot boy hates confrontation but i guess not when his dick is in my vagina❜❜ AU

COUNT → 7.143

GENRE → smut 

PAIRING → jinyoung | reader

WARNINGS → dom and sub tones | oral sex | explicit language | penetration | graphic dirty talk | spanking 

note → this is for my friend @loljinyoungie because it’s her birthday today!!!! birthday smut!!!! so if ur reading this. please feel free to send her a birthday message :-D i hope u like this smut though!!!!! i told you i would finish it!!!!!!!!! a little later than i planned but oH WELL HAVE AT ALL YOUR KINKS I HOPE I DID THEM JUSTICE. AND IF I SPELLED HIS NAME “JIMYOUNG” ANYWHERE IM GONNA BE SO MAD IDK WHY THAT IS EVEN A THING THAT HAPPENS


You really hated the fact that you were such a light sleeper.

One of your favorite sounds in the world was nothing. That’s not to say you didn’t have a favorite sound, but that your favorite sound was literally nothing. Nothing was the sound of a cool breeze blowing against your house’s exterior. Or maybe it was even the sound of rain dripping from your roof outside your window—sounds like those.

Nothing was white noise, but it also sounded cooler to say nothing rather than that.

However, the sound of bodies thudding into the wall next to you? That was definitely not white noise.

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soulmate!soonyoung

guess who got a huge burst of inspiration during class today!!!

Originally posted by kwontv

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The One Where He Apologizes

Pairing: Jughead Jones x Reader

Summary: Rumours spread like wildfire when you walk into school, faced with allegations of cheating on Jughead with Jason before his untimely death. But only Jughead knows the real reason the two of you broke up and must choose whether to defend you or to save it for his memoir.  

A/N: it’s been a while but here’s one i’ve been saving!

MASTERLIST (mobile and desktop)
(you can like it and save it for later!)

The start of the new year was being ringed in with the news of Jason Blossom having gone missing.

The halls were crowded and students were all studying each other, as though trying to find him amongst them.

But he wasn’t there. And you doubted he wouldn’t return.

Of course, you weren’t jumping at the opportunity to join the bandwagon of people discussing the possibilities of if he was dead or not. You hated how thick the air had become with rumours and gossip. It’s like his disappearance had made it okay for people to talk about things that had been buried for a long time.

Like the fact that you and Jughead had broken up because of Jason.

People started suspecting Jughead and then you, but you were both just one out of the millions of suspects.

You tried not to pay attention to it – there was barely any truth to the mass amount of rumours that had spread about you.

For one, you hadn’t broken up with Jughead, he’d broken up with you, and not because of Jason. You cheered for Jason at games because you were a cheerleader and you spent time with him because Cheryl was your best friend and he was her brother – sometimes he felt like yours, too. But there was nothing romantic between the two of you.

You stand at your locker, wishing you could bury your head inside so people would stop looking at you. Yours and Jugheads breakup was the last big piece of gossip before school had ended and with Jason’s disappearance, it was still fresh on everyone’s minds.

You try to avoid eyes as you walk down the hallway. If only Cheryl was by your side she’d smack people’s heads into lockers just for looking at you the way they were.

You knew what they were thinking: That if Jughead did have something to do with Jason’s disappearance, it’d be all because of you.

And then your eyes land on jughead, who just like everyone else, pins his eyes on you as you pass him. You had hoped he’d reach out, talk to you, dispel the rumours. But he just watches. Like everyone else.

A week had gone by and though people’s incessant whispering had reduced, some people still weren’t able to let it go.

You were sitting in fourth period English, waiting for the bell to ring so you could leave. It was the worst class you had – all of Jason’s friends in there, and only one of yours. Unfortunately, Cheryl was almost always late.

Jughead was in it too. Tucked away in the corner, observing everyone.

Reggie kicks out a chair opposite you and sits down, “You’re awfully quiet,” he says.

You look up at him through your lashes and then continue scribbling across your notebook. He picks it up and places it aside, “You know, everyone thinks your crazy ex-boyfriend killed Jason, right?” he raises his voice, “Isn’t that right, Jughead?”

Jughead barely looks your way.

“What do you think?” he asks you.

“I think you’re way out of your league trying to figure out what happened to Jason. Last I checked, you were failing every class you were in.”

Reggie’s jaw tenses, “I never knew what Jason saw in you,” he growls, “You’re such a bitch.”

You shrug, leaning back in your chair.

“Maybe you and crazy over there did it together,” he nods to Jughead, “What exactly did happen? Because I heard that you cheated on Jughead with Jason and so Jughead dumped you,” he pouts, “And then do you remember that fight in the parking lot? Over you? When you were in Jason’s car and Jason climbed out and punched Jughead when he passed it?”

You stay silent, your heart hammering.

“That’s enough,” Cheryl interrupts, pushing Reggie out of her chair and sitting down, “You have no idea what you’re talking about you absolute idiot.”

The class falls silent, Reggie especially. No one was about to mess with you while Cheryl was around.

With Jason’s’ body being found, people were starting to stop pointing fingers – murder was a serious accusation.

But the memorial game was tonight and you were dreading the drama that would come with it. You didn’t have the energy to be cheerleader, not tonight.

You were standing at the trophy case in the hallway, away from the noise of the game. It was about to start and you knew Cheryl would be looking for you. But you couldn’t stop staring at yourself in your cheerleading uniform in the reflection.

“Hey,” Jughead says, his reflection causing you to turn around.

When you start at him blankly he clears his throat, “I just wanted to make sure you were okay, I mean, after what happened with Reggie last week.”

“Last week,” you mumble in disbelief, “It happened last week, Jug, why are you asking me now?”

“I wanted to ask you then I just – Cheryl showed up.”

“And we both know how much you hate Cheryl,” you scoff.

“I don’t particularly like any of the jocks or cheerleaders in this school,” he says as though reminding you.

“I know,” you say with narrowed eyes, “It explains why you didn’t defend me – it would’ve meant actually talking to me or Reggie.”

“I know I should have,” he says, staring at you apologetically, “Trust me, I felt terrible it’s just… I don’t know what part of what he’s saying was true. You never did tell me why you were in that car with Jason or why he hit me.”

“I was in that car with Jason because he’s Cheryl’s brother and after I spent the night crying my eyes out at her house because you dumped me, he drove me to school. And he asked me what was wrong and I told him: I told him you dumped me because I joined the cheer squad. So he hit you. Because I was as much of a sister to him as Cheryl was. And because that’s a stupid fucking reason to dump someone,” you say pointedly, “You should know these rumours aren’t true because you know why we broke up.”

“Y/N-“

“We broke up because you are so adamant about individuality and because so fucking nihilistic about everything that me joining the cheerleading squad was like me turning into Regina George for you.”

“Your best friend is Cheryl, y/n, you can see why I was concerned about you joining the squad,” he says with narrowed eyes.

“Yeah, she is, and she stands up for me and she has my back, which is more than I can say for you,” you inhale sharply, trying not to let yourself cry, “I haven’t changed because I joined the squad,  but you, Jughead, you’ve changed. Because the guy I was in love with, never would have let Reggie talk to me that way,” you sigh.

With that you storm off, not giving him a second glance. You could tell he was hurt and he knew he was wrong, but you couldn’t think of a way to fix it.

He’d lost you because of his own narrow mindedness.

our days | pt.1

Originally posted by chaeseok

shin hoseok. reader-insert. 3,2k words. au. fluff/angst

yesterday he was a stranger, today he is your friend, by tomorrow he’ll be so much more

‘It’s on the house,’ he stated nonchalantly and you nodded, chinking bottles and taking a sip of the bitter fortune.

‘But why are you sitting next to me?’ you couldn’t help but question and he chuckled jovially, putting his bottle on the counter and facing you now fully.

‘Look around, you’re my only guest left.’

for liv @heonseoks

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Dirkweek Day 1

So, this is for @dirkweek day 1, which is supposed to be canon or earth c. I chose the latter. It was supposed to be a quick comic and as always happens, ended up being much larger than planned, because I’m bad at this. :P
My headcanon of how that particular advert Dave, Jade and Karkat see on tv came about.
(I also could see Dirk following the footsteps of his alternate self a bit with the puppet porn thing, because Dirk is always Dirk. Plus Dave is a photography fan so it could be a way for him to bond. And who else would most want to pin Jake’s ass so predominantly into the world?)

Apologies that I’m not great at character voices, though I did my best! :)
Enjoy guys!

Edit: Okay, so I’ve mentioned before I know pretty much nothing about uploading stuff on tumblr, but this keeps getting blurrified. Tried turning it into a photoset which helped a little, but if anyone knows what I’m doing wrong (other than uploading something way bigger than tumblr likes) and how to fix it, please let me know by… whatever means you do so over tumblr. :x Sorry!

A Bad Day | Jeon Jungkook x Reader | Ficlet

request from impossiblekimpossible:

“Can you do a Jungkook react to when ur having a bad day? Thank you!!”

pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

genre: Fluff

wordcount: 4489

synopsis: It has been an absolutely shit day for you. When you return home from work, you and Jungkook start your encounter on the wrong foot, souring your day even further - however, he quickly remedies the tension between both of you through nostalgic means.

author’s note: I hope you don’t mind, I took it upon myself to create a ficlet instead of a react, since you requested for only one member! And I hope you don’t mind the career I’d assumed for the reader. Please enjoy! :)

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Facing uncomfortable truths about abuse

This week has been about facing truths, some of which I wish I never had to face, and I know that Mr. Juulna has had to face some pretty harsh truths as I have spoken them to him. Some he has accepted, at least at face value, and some I don’t think he will ever be willing to face, let alone accept.

One of which (is a vast meta umbrella) is that he abused me.

But… it was in a subtle way. Before last Tuesday, July 4th (yes, apparently fate decided to be dramatic with me and its timing), I was unwilling to truly accept that I was abused. 

I wasn’t being physically abused. No, not often. (Yeah, and isn’t that a ridiculous sounding statement.)

But subtle, emotional abuse, is still abuse.

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A Spark, A Dance (Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader)

Prompt: The reader is a slave owned by Sith, and she’s forced to dance for them until Obi-Wan rescues her. After he frees her, she decides to show her gratitude by giving him a private dance. 

Warning! Here be smut!

Originally posted by soryntea

You couldn’t be sure, but you thought that it had to have been at least two years since the Sith had claimed your life as theirs. Two years spent dancing for them in outfits that hardly covered your most private areas, two years spent fearing for your life, wondering if that day would be the day you said or did something to get yourself killed.

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I was thinking about the “Come a Little Bit Closer” scene and got to wondering if Yondu intentionally left the one guy alive for Baby Groot to get some emotional catharsis/closure. Basically everyone else is dead by that point, but that one guy, the one who Groot really has it in for, is still unhurt (at least until Groot gets done with him), and Yondu doesn’t interfere in that fight, though he easily could have.

It just seemed like a big coincidence that one of the few guys who’s left in the vicinity when Yondu gets done killing everyone else just happens to be the one Groot hates in particular. And it seems like such a him kind of thing to do. I could also see him doing something like that with bb!Peter (quietly setting things up so Peter can get consequence-free revenge on someone who hurt him, without making it obvious that that’s what he’s doing). Of course, in Peter’s case, this isn’t really something that he wants or is good for him, but Yondu doesn’t quite see that; it’s exactly what he would’ve wanted as a kid …

I’m in Love With a Stripper pt.2

Member: S.Coups
Genre: Fluff, Smut, ANGST
Word Count: 13,249 


part one

The long-awaited sequel to the first I’m in Love With a Stripper. Someone from Seungcheol’s past appears suddenly. What are their motives? What does this mean for your budding relationship with the devilishly charming sweetheart that just so happens to be an exotic dancer?

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anonymous asked:

I hope you continue your soulmates au fic!!

Everyone seemed really enthusiastic about this one (including me!) so here’s a little bit more (uh, this is still way angsty and unresolved, sorry?):

[part 1]


“What are you doing here?” is the first thing Jon blurts out.

Sansa crosses her legs and folds her hands in her lap. “I need your help with something,” she repeats, sounding more confident this time. Like she’s practiced.

“My help?” Then he remembers that all the guys are staring at them with naked interest. He looks around wildly, catches Sam’s eye–and knows, from the look of dawning awareness on Sam’s face, that he’s figured out who the station’s mystery guest is.

“Don’t you all have jobs to do?” Sam says loudly, and the guys scatter, pretending to go about their business while throwing furtive looks at himself and Sansa. Jon loves Sam. He’s going to do Sam’s paperwork for a week. He’s going to make sure Sam always gets the blueberry donut he loves from the box from now on.

“Maybe we could speak privately?” Sansa suggests.

“I’ll find you a room,” Sam assures her, and nope, Jon is not going to do any of those nice things for his partner. Maybe he’ll eat the blueberry donut himself, he thinks mulishly.

They settle into an empty interrogation room, bare concrete and steel everywhere, and he can’t help but notice how uncomfortable she is, how she perches on the edge of the hard seat. Before Jon forgets, he puts on his most threatening face, faces the glass, and jabs in the direction of the door. “Unless you want to die painfully later,” he adds, “get the fuck out.”

With nothing else to do, he sits in the chair across from her. He pulls the pen from behind his ear and fiddles with it over the notepad he brought, eyeing the blank lines. Gods, she better be here for police stuff.

“What do you want help with?” he asks.

Sansa shifts. He can’t say he’s sorry about how uncomfortable her chair is. “Do you remember Jeyne Poole, from when we were kids?”

“She’s the one you used to call Arya names with, is that right?”

He hears her sigh and doesn’t look up. “Yes, that’s her.”

“What about her?”

“She’s missing.”

“How long has she been gone?” he asks automatically.

“Longer than forty-eight hours.” Her voice is firm. “Quite a bit longer. Three weeks.”

Awareness dawns. “You’ve already talked to the police about this. This isn’t our jurisdiction, is it?” Of course it wasn’t. Neither Jeyne Poole nor Sansa lived anywhere near here, he realizes. She must have driven up.

She leans forward, trying to catch his eye, but he keeps his gaze resolutely down. “I’ve been trying to see you, Jon. To talk to you about this.” She reaches across the table and touches him lightly on the arm. He jerks away, and tries to cover it by putting his hands in his lap.

“There’s nothing we can do, though,” he says, as calmly as he can. She’s no one to him, just another civilian. “If it’s not in our jurisdiction, we can’t act.”

Sansa’s voice rises. “They won’t do anything! They’re all in the Boltons’ pockets, I know they are, and I know this has something to do with them.”

“Do you have any hard evidence?”

Her silence is all the answer he needs. “I’m sorry, but I can’t help you. There’s nothing to do.”

“Jon, please, I know we’re not on the best of terms, but I didn’t know anyone else who could help.” She sounds like she’s on the verge of tears.

“But I can’t.” Taking a deep breath, he walks over to the door and opens it for her. He can tell she’s staring at him for a long moment, though the gesture can’t be any clearer.

She stands up, but doesn’t leave, instead coming close to him. He catches her eye on accident. A mistake. Her eyelashes are wet, and her eyes are accusing. It makes his gut churn.

“Sam will show you out,” he adds, and she shoots him a furious look. He closes the door behind her with a final click–he doesn’t slam it, he’s not a kid anymore–and rests his forehead against it before rejoining the world he’s cultivated for himself, the one that doesn’t have Sansa fucking Stark anywhere in it at all.

[part 3]

Insecure HBO

On the first episode Issa’s character tells the girl in the class that black women aren’t bitter they’re just tired of settling for less.That theme carries on for the entire season.

Issa is at every turn, by Molly, her other friends, and even Lawrence not to break up with Lawrence. Molly and her friends talk about it as if she won’t find someone better suited or anyone at all. Issa is encouraged to settle for Lawrence b/c he’s educated and a “nice guy” even though she knows she deserves better and wants more than what Lawrence is offering. Yet at the end when Lawrence is given the chance to settle for Issa someone who has take him for granted in the same way he took her for granted (remember when he forgot her birthday even though he wasn’t doing anything else) and he decided to get something better b/c he knew he could. His friends told him abut how he would have no problem replacing Issa while Issa was told she might be alone forever if she didn’t stay with Lawrence. I’m not saying what Issa did wasn’t wrong, I’m just saying there was a theme that educated BW, like Issa and Molly are encouraged to settle unless they end up alone while educated BM, like Lawrence and his friends are the creme of the crop and don’t have to put up with BS from anyone if they don’t want to. 

PS: Season 2 should be interesting when Lawrence hits the crying phase of the breakup….cause its coming.

anonymous asked:

what do you think of anisoka?

I like it! To be honest, in canon itself, I see it very much as a sibling kind of dynamic. Ahsoka is basically the little sister Anakin never had, and I love their dynamic. 

As for Anisoka in a romantic context… As I said, their dynamic never had any romantic undertones: they had pet nicknames (Snips and Skyguy), they bickered and teased each other, but they were always way more like brother and sister and never had the respectful distance you’d usually see in master and padawan relationships, unless they were in front of members of the Jedi Council and had to behave as such. 

They were also very similar in character: what I think happened for TCW is that some characteristics Anakin showed in the movies were taken away from him and given to Ahsoka. It resulted in an Anakin who was way more sympathetic and relatable for a lot of people, while said characteristics Ahsoka got from Anakin never made her annoying, but rather endearing.

Throughout their time together, there were many times where Anakin and Ahsoka showed behavior when they were together (Anakin alone is another matter) that wasn’t quite “proper Jedi behavior”. But on the other hand, it was never really presented as them acting all “Dark Side” either. You could actually say they were in a grayer area.  

But what made all the difference was that Ahsoka was a LOT more emotionally stable than Anakin, and despite all the hardships she went through, she kept a solid moral compass and a kind heart, no matter what. 

This leads me to compare how Anakin behaves around Padmé, and how he behaves around Ahsoka. He loved them both, very, very much: they were the two people he loved the most along with Obi-Wan and his mother. They were his family when he had none left: Padmé was the love of his life, Obi-Wan his brother and mentor and Ahsoka his little sister. But Padmé and Ahsoka were both very different in their own way. 

Padmé was a brilliant lady: she became Queen of Naboo at fourteen years old, gave a big lucky finger to the Senate and went to save her planet on her own from the Trade Federation, was one of the most illustrious Senators of her time and set the bases for the Rebellion along with Bail Organa and Mon Mothma. She was kind and idealistic, and those were her biggest assets as well as the catalysts to her downfall.

When she first met Anakin, he was still a sweet, innocent little boy: what didn’t help is that even afterwards, she kept on seeing him that way, up to Attack of the Clones, and she realized how truly damaged Anakin was when it was too late.

It also didn’t help that she wasn’t Force-sensitive, and a marriage between a Force-sensitive and a non-Force-sensitive having complications or misunderstandings seems to be A-Thing in the Galaxy Far Far Away. Han and Leia are another example, and this has repercussions on their son, how he is now (though it’s not the only cause, of course), and perhaps even the fate of the galaxy, and that’s not unlike Anakin and Padmé: but that’s a discussion for another day.

Anakin did genuinely love Padmé, more than anything. But he was always taught to repress his emotions, and was encouraged to “let go of everything he feared to lose”. Considering that mourning has different stages, going straight to acceptance is very unhealthy. As a result, Anakin was very much an emotional trainwreck, and that’s what led him to become so possessive of Padmé. 

Anakin and Padmé are very much the Romeo and Juliet of Star Wars: in AOTC, they were two teenagers forced to grow up way too quickly and who clung to each to each other by believing the other might be an anchor to what appears to be a “normal life”. But as Padmé said in the Clovis arc in TCW, it was a marriage built on lies and deceit. 

Anakin’s downfall came from being unable to accept fate and becoming obsessed with protecting his loved ones at all costs, even if it meant destroying other people’s lives. All of this isn’t Padmé’s fault, of course, since she’s very much a victim in all this mess, but she was an unwilling catalyst. This, unfortunately, leads me to declare that while Anakin and Padmé did love each other, Padmé was the one who brought out the worst in Anakin.

It didn’t help either that whenever Anakin was upset, Padmé would always receive the other end. Of course, he wasn’t verbally or physically abusive with her: but for Anakin, she was the only person he could vent to about his frustrations and his pains. He knew he couldn’t do that with Obi-Wan, since he didn’t trust him enough for that, and because he would probably shoot something not very helpful like “Remember the Jedi code” or something. Padmé, on the other hand, was either too nice, too polite, or a mix of both to tell Anakin to get a grip on himself. Or maybe she also thought that Anakin did need to vent, which isn’t a bad thing in itself: but as I said, Padmé still saw Anakin as the sweet little boy from Tatooine, so it often ended up with her not seeing the gravity of Anakin’s situation.  

What about Ahsoka? 

What makes the difference is that Ahsoka was a lot more emotionally stable than Anakin and even Padmé. She didn’t exactly follow the “no attachments” rule to a T, but in hard or even unhealthy situations, she knew when to let go and even when to leave. That’s what led her to leave the Jedi Order behind when she couldn’t trust them anymore, instead of clinging to them like Anakin did. He didn’t trust the Jedi Council, but he stayed with them nonetheless because it provided him a sense of stability. Ahsoka, on the other hand, was willing to accept to go plunge into the unknown, for her own sake. That was how she coped: she walked away. 

Because of that level-headedness, Ahsoka was a lot more efficient at standing up to Anakin. Not that Padmé wasn’t: but her not being able to take off her “little-Ani-goggles”, her emotional needs, and her lack of Force-sensitivity made her blind to Anakin’s pull towards the Dark Side. And that’s the tragedy of Padmé Amidala. 

No offense, Padmé, I still love you. 

But let’s just say overall that despite being Luke and Leia’s parents, and despite their love for each other, Anakin and Padmé were actually pretty badly suited for each other, especially given the circumstances. 

Ahsoka, on the other hand, was never afraid of calling Anakin out on his BS. And it worked.

She understood Anakin, more than anyone else could, and Anakin knew that. Heck, she even knew he was miserable in the Jedi Order. Like it or not, she was the only person he knew he could fully trust. That was something he could do with anyone else, not even Padmé or Obi-Wan. They were more equals than Master and Padawan, and because Anakin truly felt comfortable around Ahsoka, she was the one who brought out the best in him.  

Seriously, though, watch Anakin in season 6, after Ahsoka has left. Behavior-wise, he has definitely regressed.

Also, as I said, while Anakin always vented on Padmé, since she was the only person who didn’t tell him to shut up about his frustrations, and since Obi-Wan would probably give him some not-so-helpful advice, he didn’t really do it with Ahsoka. The reason why, though, is different: he knew he had to be a big brother figure to her, so of course, he had to hold back. But the thing is, she provided him a good distraction from his ProblemsTM. That was actually very beneficial for Anakin. He always protected Ahsoka at all costs, but at the same time, he knew he could trust her and that she would never let him down. And she didn’t, even when she discovered he had become Darth Vader.

So long story short: what Anakin needed at all times was someone like Ahsoka. 

Could have the galaxy’s fate been entirely different if Ahsoka had been a few years older and Anakin had fallen in love with her instead? Probably, yes. But still, honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if Palpatine was the true mastermind behind Barriss’ terrorist attack on the Jedi Temple to frame Ahsoka and get rid of her in one way or another. With Ahsoka around, even Revenge of the Sith itself might have been different.

tl;dr So, basically, if Ahsoka was a few years older, could I see Anisoka happening? Definitely. 

Hardest Goodbye

Who: Josh Dun

Trigger warning: None (at least I think so, if not, please tell me!)

Word count: 1329 

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You never thought that saying goodbye could be so hard. But it is. And you tried your best to hide the tears that threatened to fall, just to make it not any harder for Josh and you.

He never let go of your hand, since you stepped in the airport. You never liked them. It just reminded you that you were about to fly back home, leaving Josh behind. For god knows how long.

“I don’t want to do this. Screw university, I’m gonna stay here. With you.” You looked up to your boyfriend, who couldn’t help to hide the little smile that crept onto his face. His eyes, though, they remained sad. Knowing that you couldn’t do what you just said.

“Babe… we both know how badly I want you to stay here. But you have to go back, your family misses you, your summer break is over and your classes start in a few days. I would never let you drop out of college, just for me. Your education is too important.”

“But you’re more important! We don’t even know when we will see us again. If we even see us again…”

Your gaze fell to the floor. You couldn’t help to stop your running thoughts. Or the tears that started to fall. It wasn’t that easy. You didn’t live in the united states. No, you lived all the way to Europe. Where you attended university, or college how Josh always said. You tried your best with visiting, whenever you had a break you flew over, stayed at his place or went on tour with him. But sometimes your money just didn’t allow you to visit as often as you’d like. And since you would never let him pay for you, the months grew longer without seeing your boyfriend. 

Josh did his best as well, flying to you whenever his schedule allowed him to, but since the band grew more and more famous, it got even harder to find enough time. This was probably the last visit for the next half year, he would start his tour through America and you had classes to attend. And your breaks didn’t add up this time. 

“(Y/N), we already talked about this! I will see you again and you will see me again. You will not get rid of me. I won’t let you go. I love you with all of my being, I would never let something like that happen.”

Even though you knew that Josh was probably right, you couldn’t help your fear of losing him. He could meet someone else, someone who was able to be there, someone who could go on tour with him, someone who would help him when he was feeling down. You couldn’t do much, being on the other side of the planet. Phone calls and text messages, video chats, all of that grows tiring after some time. And when this happens, you will lose him entirely. 

“I wanna stay here, with you…”

“Baby… we will work this out, I promise you. Time will fly by and I will have you in my arms again, alright? I love you so much.” 

Instead of saying anything, you wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. Even though the kiss was simple, it held all of your emotions. The fear, the sorrow, the love. It grew more and more desperate, none of you wanted to end it. But of course, the computer voice had to interrupt you two.

“Flight 5273 is ready for boarding. I repeat, Flight 5273 is ready for boarding.” 

You buried your head in Josh’s chest, knowing that this flight was yours, back home. But was it really home? Without Josh? 

The tears just flow out of your eyes, your sobs getting more and more uncontrollable. You hated this moment. The final goodbye.

“I love you so much, you have no idea.” You murmured against his chest. “We will do this. Maybe I’m gonna skip some classes and fly to one of your shows, I don’t want to miss it.”

“You know that I don’t want you to do that, (Y/N). But I know too, that I can’t prevent you from doing what you have fixed in your head.” Josh laughed quietly. “You’re so stubborn and I love that. I will miss you, don’t forget to greet your family from me, okay?”

You nodded, smiling lightly at the thought of seeing your parents and siblings again. After all, you were a whole month away. 

For the last time, Josh cupped your cheeks and pulled your lips to his. Instead of all the emotions, it held earlier, this kiss was full of promises. You were going to see him again. You two will do this. What is distance, when you love the person more than anything else? Love is strong. Especially yours. 

With a last ‘I love you’, you grabbed onto your carry on and made your way to the gate. You couldn’t help to look one last time back, back to Josh. And the sight almost killed you. He was standing alone, head held low with tears streaming down his face. 

Even though you were already running late and the gates were about to be closed, you had to turn around, back to him. Hugging him one last time. You didn’t want the last image of your boyfriend in your head, be him crying over your departure. 

As soon as you crushed into his arms, almost making him fall, he looked back up to you. Suprised.

“Please stop crying, or I won’t leave.”

“Well, then I might as well don’t stop.” He chuckled, making you smile. You gave him a last quick, meaningful kiss. And then another one. And another one. You couldn’t stop peppering his whole face with little kisses. His cheeks, his nose, his lips. You just couldn’t let him go, you didn’t have strength to walk away.

“Even though I really don’t want you to leave, you have to go now, or else you will miss your flight. Which wouldn’t be too bad - I just want to drag you home with me and never ever let you go. But your family misses you and I wouldn’t want them to hate me for stealing their daughter.” Josh chuckled lightly, trying to make the whole situation a little easier.

“I guess you’re right, but at least you’re not crying anymore.” You smiled at him. “If I see you crying again, it won’t end good for ya, okay? I don’t want you to feel bad because of me, I’m supposed to make you happy, not cry.” You murmured the last part.

“And you do make me happy, more than anyone else ever before, never forget that, okay? Now go, before I change my mind and take you back home with me.”

Instead of telling him that you wouldn’t mind that, you leaned in for a last kiss. Before you even noticed it, Josh pulled away and ushered you to go. 

As you walked away, you blew him one kiss, since it was somewhat a tradition for the two of you. Josh acted like he caught it and put his hand over his heart.

“I LOVE YOU!” He practically screamed to you, from the other side of the hall. 

“AND I LOVE YOU!” And with that, you passed the gate. The lady at the register chuckled lightly, murmuring something like ‘young love’. Even if you wouldn’t see your boyfriend for a really long time, you couldn’t help to grin. You just had to focus on all the great memories you made on this visit and then time will fly by. You kept on replaying his words. “I won’t let you go. I won’t let you go. I won’t let you go.”

Josh was right, you were going to see him again. He loves you and you love him. Everything will work out, between the two of you and the distance. 

till there was you

then there was music and wonderful roses … | 1,900 words | rated G

day one of rucas fic week ( canon )


Riley Matthews has high hopes for junior year.

It’s definitely been harsher than she anticipated, with difficult classes and more interpersonal drama than she’d care to deal with amongst her closest friends. Only halfway through first semester, she’s already feeling the pressure of midterms and social stress and focusing on just getting through each day one at a time.

She can tell it’s not just her, because her friends are feeling the effects of the school year too. She’s barely seen much of Farkle since the school year really kicked off and he went to keep an eye on Maya. She can’t remember the last time she had a conversation with Zay. Smackle is probably the most consistent friend she has at this point, and even she has her own school work to contend with.

Lucas Friar, on the other hand, she makes a concentrated effort to keep up with.

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