What the hell is going on with this fandom? I wake up to countless posts on my dash, saying the fandom is just to worn out from babygate to support Harry the way they did Louis with JHO. Are you fucking kidding me? Awe, you poor little butter cups, are all tired out? Well boo fucking hoo! Know who is probably exhausted from babygate (aside from Louis)? Harry! And yet he is out there busting his ass off.
I realise that this management team has once again fucked Harry over with this poor run up to dropping his album. They alienated him from the very people who have always supported him most - our fandom. You do know this was not Harrys doing, right? When has he ever been anything but kind and generous to his fans? This total separation was not his idea and you should have been able to suss that out having been in this fandom long enough. (Although I doubt Harry ever thought that the people who said they loved him, would dessert him like they obviously have, as he probably had more faith in us) This team also pushed him hard as the next Bowie/Jaggar/Prince and insert any other musical icons name to this list. Which in turn worked against bringing more fans in from the older generation. None of which was Harry’s fault I might add. Have you ever known Harry to be arrogant or cocky? He has always loved and respected these music legends. His team did him no favours here. My dear God, the pressure they heaped onto his shoulders. No wonder he looked terrified on SNL.
And then what do some of these so called fans do? Piss and moan that they are just to tuckered out to support him. Give me a break! Do you not remember him asking us not to forget them? And yet here you go with the sniveling and complaining about how some ignorant pr stunt has you to tired out. Get your whiny ass up and get behind the man you say you support. If not, get out of our way and leave the fandom. Jesus in a sundress, some of you people don’t deserve him!
the no bullshit guide to getting your shit together: for the lazy student
Let’s be honest: time management and organization? They’re really hard. Sure, at first you might feel like you’ve gotten the hang of them, that you’re in control of your life. But how often have you fallen off the wagon? Procrastinated on one thing and the next moment, you’re behind in all your classes? I know that sometimes laziness feels like a part of who you are, but honestly, fuck that. Do you really want to give up your success for the disinterest of a moment?
If your answer is no (it better be no, or you really need to get your priorities straight), let’s get to it.
STEP ONE: BE HONEST WITH YOURSELF
“This class doesn’t even matter.” “I don’t care about my grades.” “I can finish this the day before.” Sound familiar? You might feel great now, but when you’re staring down at your report card later, it’ll feel like you just got punched.
This is a cliche, but the greatest obstacle to your success is yourself - especially the lies you tell yourself! Sit yourself down and be honest about what you need to improve on. Be as blunt as you can, but for god’s sake, don’t throw yourself a pity party! There’s no use agonizing over what you can’t change. Instead, set realistic, achievable goals, and make a game plan. Struggling with math? Go to extra help. Behind in all your classes? Stay in for a couple nights and actually work.
STEP TWO: STOP WITH THE FANCY SHIT
Now you know what your goals are, but maybe you want some inspiration, so you log on to tumblr and are instantly bombarded by all these beautiful, well lit shots of the most gorgeous bullet journals, planners, and notes. Impressive, right? Well, I’m gonna let you in on a little secret: they’re all useless! A simple phone planner works just as well, if not better, than a fancy agenda, because you’ll always have it on you, it’s not a hassle to carry around, and you don’t feel obligated to make it look pretty.
Riddle me this, where are you going to find all this extra motivation to keep prettying up your bullet journal? To write all your notes in perfect, colour coded printing? There aren’t many times in life where taking the easy was out will actually benefit you, so take advantage! Stop wasting your time; get a phone planner and write your notes in your natural goddamn handwriting.
STEP THREE: CLEAN YOUR ROOM
Yep, your entire room - not just your study space! This one can be put on the back burner for a bit if you’re on a really pressing deadline, but I wouldn’t recommend it. I’m notoriously messy, and if I don’t watch myself, I’d find myself in dirty-laundry-and-old-notes hell. A little bit of organized chaos is fine, I even encourage it! But try working when your desk is covered in mounds of paper and you have nowhere to put your laptop – it’s just not conducive to success.
Keeping your entire room clean is a way to stave off stress, frustration, and even embarrassment, because nobody wants to show potential roommates how much of a mess they are.
STEP FOUR: ACTUALLY WORK
Yeah, I know what you’re thinking: “actually work? Who does this girl think she is?” I’d probably think the same thing, except I’ve learned the valuable lesson of sucking it the hell up, and you will too. When you get home from work, grab a snack and work. When you have a free period, figure out what’s due and work. Stop reasoning yourself out of work: you’re not going to finish this later, and that will be on the test. There’s really not much to say about this one, because it’s the step that requires the most raw effort, and you’re really only going to find that within yourself. Tell yourself what’s at stake, and realize that, by setting the standard for your mediocrity now, you’re potentially trapping yourself in a cycle that will last for years.
STEP FIVE: CUT YOURSELF SOME SLACK
Maybe you’ve been on top of your shit for a day, a week, or even a month, and that’s really great. But then… you fail. You miss a deadline or you bomb a test. So what do you do now? Do you allow yourself to fall back into your old habits? Fuck no! Everyone fails, even that studyblr with those perfect bullet journal photos and a perpetually clean study space. I’m going to tell you something that’ll sound really strange: you should value your failures, especially if you worked hard to avoid them. What?! Be HAPPY about failing when I actually TRIED? Yeah, you heard me right. If you don’t know how to handle failure, then when you inevitably experience it, your reaction will be much worse.
Failing hurts, and boy, I know how embarrassing it can be. But learning how to deal with failure, and especially how to keep trying after it happens, is an invaluable lesson.
STEP SIX: TREAT. YO. SELF.
Disclaimer: I’m not suggesting you treat yourself after the most basic of tasks, because please. Treat yourself when you know you goddamn well deserve it. Remember that “all work and no play makes jack a dull boy.” If all you do is study and do your homework, then, pardon my french, your life sucks. If you don’t have friends, play a video game! Eat an entire jumbo chocolate bar! Indulge in whatever the fuck you want, you deserve it. I’m someone that has trouble prioritizing future benefits over immediate gratification, so by allowing myself little pleasures, I save myself from crashing and burning.
Hope these tips helped, but remember to take them with a grain of salt - you’re you and I’m me, and different things work for different people. Good luck!
so adrien has a little problem: he likes marinette. like he really, honest-to-god likes her, and he doesn’t know what to do about it. his track record with girls isn’t so stellar. after he confessed his feelings to ladybug as chat noir, she calmly turned him down and admitted she liked someone else. so as nino would say, without a lady to tie him down, adrien agreste is single and ready to mingle.
but he’s always been single?? and what does mingle even mean?? like, nino, what the hell, dude?? help a man out.
so nino sits him down and explains how to get his crush. with his previous crush, nino tells him, adrien obviously didn’t do it right, and that’s why she turned him down (nino doesn’t know it was ladybug, and he just likes to think adrien was crushing on a supermodel who was totally out of even his league).
nino: “you gotta flirt, man. the ladies love a dude who’s chill and cool and confident. you gotta rock it and own it. you got this.” adrien: “but how? every time I go to her, she looks at me, and I can’t… make my words work.” nino: “….you two are perfect for each other.” adrien: “what?” nino: “what?”
nino gives him an article with a few tips for flirting. this shouldn’t be too bad, and hey, it worked on alya, nino swears by it. so with 10 Flirting Techniques That Are Garunteed to Work on Women on his mind, adrien is determined to woo the ladies.
1. set the stage with the “soft stare”: so all he had to do was stare at marinette as deeply as possible whenever they had a conversation while maintaining a calm and relaxed expression. marinette likes to stutter and stammer her ways through her words, and he couldn’t blame her, because he lost control when he tried to talk to her as well, and usually her antics made him smile and laugh. but according to the tips, he wasn’t allowed to.
it’s all good for a week or so, until nino pulls him aside and asks why he looks like he’s plotting how to murder marinette in her sleep like some type of serial killer every time he talks to her.
he stops talking to her after that. alya tracks him down a few days later and whacks him upside the head for making her best friend cry by ignoring her. adrien goes back to talking to marinette as normally as possible after that because it’s better to talk to her as friends than invoke his “killer smile” while trying to flirt.
2. be vague and leave her wanting more: adrien has this in the bag. he knows how to skirt around a topic, but that’s just because he has to make sure he kept his secret identity as a superhero of Paris a… secret. being vague is one of his best talents, it also helps with those stupid paparazzi who always follow him. the article offers some suggests: tell her you know a secret about her, tell her there’s something interesting about her and you can’t put your finger on it, tell her that’s she exactly your type but don’t tell her what you type actually is, etc. he spends most of the night plotting his exact words, and the next day, when he sees marinette, it just comes spilling out…
adrien: “i know your secret, marinette.” marinette: “…what?” well shit, adrien thought, the article didn’t tell him what happened after this. adrien: “…i know it. your secret… i knew there was something about you that i couldn’t put my finger on.” marinette: “…wait, so you know? ohmygodthiscan’tbehappening,ohmygod, how did you figure it out???”
adrien wasn’t sure what to do after this point, so like the article said, he leaves her wanting more and nopes the fuck outta there, cha-cha sliding out of the classroom and bolting down the hallway before she could catch him.
3. the sensual look: once a girl is comfortable around you, give her a mischievous look that makes her think. the article (and nino) never really explain what the girl will think about, but adrien totally supports girl empowerment and helping those smart cookies get the best grades and brilliance recognition they deserve. if a mischievous smile is all it takes, then he’s more than happy to help.
he flashes her a quirky smirk in Madame Bustier’s lecture, marinette notices and freezes up. he thinks he did it wrong when nino just leans closer and says, “you broke marinette.”
adrien apologizes after class and swears he’ll never break her again. marinette just mumbles, “you can break me anytime.”
adrien thinks it’s counterproductive.
4. the surprise wink: whenever you pass her, just wink after you lock eyes, nino says, she won’t expect it and it’ll surprise her but give her the clear and distinct message that you are flirting with her. adrien wants marinette to know he likes her and wants to flirt with he rand wants to date her and just be with her, so he winks every time he gets.
they see each other in class? wink he catches her eyes while they study for physics? wink they talk about madame bustier’s homework? wink she asks him for his opinion on her designs? wink
at first, she giggles. after two weeks, she presents him with a bottle of over-the-counter artificial tears for his “eye twitch.” he stops winking after that and doesn’t talk to nino for the rest of the day.
5. the playful bump: playful actions, like bumping, will definitely make a girl smile.
adrien: “but nino, i could hurt her.” nino: “no, my dude, she knows you’re teasing.” adrien: “i don’t care if she knows. what if i knock her over?” nino: “no, you don’t do it hard, you just–” adrien: “what if she falls over and breaks her nose? i don’t wanna break her nose, nino. she has a cute nose.” nino: “adrien, you’re not gonna break her–” adrien: “niNO”
6. the understatement: understate the compliments you give her, okay, okay, adrien can do this. it’s simple.
adrien: “marinette, your eyes are blue… like avatar’s skin. just blue.. all over.. it’s great. not the brightest blue, but not the darkest. just blue. you have blue eyes, marinette.” marinette: *is speechless* nino: “…you nailed that, adrien.” adrien: “oh thanks, nino.”
7. the double negative, “i don’t think you’re not beautiful”: adrien: “but i do think she’s beautiful.” nino: “i know, you’re telling her that.” adrien: “but you just said i don’t think she’s beautiful?” nino: “no, no, you said you don’t think she’s not beautiful, so ergo you think she is beautiful.” adrien: “…grammar hurts my head, nino.” nino: “i know, my dude, i understand.”
8. the sensual tease, tease her for liking you: okay, but adrien doesn’t know if marinette likes him like that? nino swears she does, and alya says so too, but it still makes him feel bad for teasing her. so he doesn’t tease her and just keeps doing stuff like he normally does, like walking her home from school and helping her study physics and giving her advice for her designs and keeping a stash of food for her on the mornings she runs late and he knows she didn’t have breakfast yet.
nino rolls his eyes, but adrien doesn’t care. his momma didn’t raise no hooligan. no, if he was going to flirt with marinette, at least he can be a gentleman about it.
9. the moniker: giving her a cute nickname will let her know how special she is. adrien spends a week thinking about it, and nino gives him a few suggestions, but he doesn’t listen. if he’s giving marinette a nickname, it has to be something he does because it’ll let her know she’s special to him.
a few days later, he slips up and calls her “princess” because she’s pretty, sweet, smart, likes pink, and is a natural born leader just like a royal. marinette freezes when he calls her that, but she smiles and laughs eventually. she seems to like it, and he keeps doing it. it’s fitting, he supposes, for someone like her. marinette, his princess.
does that mean he gets to be her knight?
nino calls him a nerd.
10. tell her how you feel: it’s the last step, and adrien agonizes over it for days. it can’t really be as simple as nino makes it out to be, but then again, his best friend has been dating a pretty sweet gal for months, so it obviously worked for him. adrien broods over it for a while, and alya warns him not to ignore marinette for days again, and he swears he isn’t. he’s just trying to find his courage. why oh why is it so much easier to face an akuma with certain death hanging over his head than tell a girl how he really feels?
marinette decides to take matters into her own hands, which he isn’t really surprised by because she usually is a head-strong, independent female. what he is surprised by is when ladybug swings into his bedroom window and transforms into marinette right before his very eyes.
marinette: “why are you ignoring me? did i do something wrong?” adrien: *adrien.exe has stopped working* marinette: “…adrien?” adrien: “…you’re… ladybug?!” marinette: “yeah, i know. you know. we’ve been over this–” adrien: “nononoNO, we most certainly haven’t.” marinette: *marinette.exe has stopped working* adrien: “…marinette?” marinette: “I… but you said you knew my secret.” adrien: “I WAS BEING VAGUE.” marinette: “WHY?!” adrien: “IVE BEEN FLIRTING WITH YOU.” marinette: “…you have?” adrien: “well, i was trying–”
plagg: *pops out of adrien’s pocket* “oh, are we trading secrets?” tikki: *pops out of marinette’s bag* “I think so?” plagg: *holds out paw to marinette* “fine. im plagg, i turn him into chat noir. nice to finally meet you. i’m glad you guys are finally telling each other, it’s been so tiring listening to him mooning over you. do you have any cheese?” marinette: “…you’re chat noir?” adrien: *dies*
so marinette and adrien are dating now, so in a way he thinks his plan worked? that doesn’t stop marinette from asking him how he thought he’d been flirting, so he tells her nino’s tips. she laughs for a week straight. that’s the last time he ever listens to nino.
an adrien version of this post. some people asked for an adrien version, it’s not directly a sequel, but still another au. just two nerds trying to flirt and failing spectacularly.
This all really needs to be said.
However, before I go further I want you all to understand that this isn’t meant to be a hate paragraph or to purposefully put those who like Mon-El and/or Karamel down. At this point, all the disagreeing and fighting will do nothing. So I’m asking kindly that if you’re going to add something to this post- that it is filled with positive intent.
Anyhow, to my point:
I do watch Supergirl by the way, but I truly believe this concerns a wide variety of people. Whether you’re a fan of The 100, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, The Walking Dead, or just a person living your life…
All I hope is that we all try to grasp the reality of what is truly going on.
Now I will centralize this long rant towards Supergirl however. For those of you who don’t know what is going on there is a conflict between fans who ship this character, Mon-El, together with Supergirl/Kara and fans who ship Lena Luthor with Supergirl/Kara. Now, in my humble opinion, the big issue isn’t about straight v.s lgbt people and I will go on about that later… but the fact that she is with someone like Mon-El. Now what do I mean by ‘someone like Mon-El’… before certain people get mad I want to emphasize that I’m simply pointing out what happened in the show.
This is long as hell just fyi.
1) The way Mon-El reacts to most things is through violence. In fact, the moment he wakes up he chokes Kara. And there’s this:
(his words in white)
And the scene where Mon-El robs Brian; using his powers for selfish reasons.
He even calls her names. And notice how he does this the moment Kara disagrees with him. A reaction that does more harm than good. On the other hand, when Kara and Lena disagree on something (in ep. 2x03) they simply talk it out. They ask questions, explain, clarify, and come to an understanding.
Now, I’m not here to say that I have NEVER agreed with anything Mon-El has said, actually I applaud him for accepting Maggie and Alex’s relationship the way he did, but that’s just the thing. The opinions/beliefs he has don’t come from himself. Most of what he thinks is based off of what he’s seen on Daxam. He really isn’t at all mature. He isn’t by any means and it’s simply the truth. Now hear me out-
This is what I mean by he isn’t mature: How many times has Kara asked him politely and specifically not to do something but without hesitation still does it? And how many times has he had to beg for forgiveness?
In addition, he doesn’t have knowledge of what respect truly means. What’s interesting though about this scene in particular- is how it’s supposed to be a ‘funny’ scene. Mon-El’s character is written in as ‘funny’ and ‘aloof’… but it sends a poisonous message- that Kara’s feelings aren’t to be taken seriously. And this show is literally supposed to be about her. Not a guy who thinks it’s his duty to ‘defend her honor’ and then complains about it.
Now I know that this was how people on Daxam acted and their way of life was for the most part, sexist, racist, etc. But that still doesn’t give him an excuse to act the way he does.
2) Lena herself comes from a family with twisted values as well. She is adopted into the Luthor family and has had close to no friends most of her life. And yet she’s still capable of being a perfectly decent person.
She does save the alien population not once, but twice. So not only is Lena proved time and time again that she’s a good person, but her relationship with Kara (btw I call it a ‘relationship’ just like the writers do)… is not even close to toxic, detrimental, or abusive. It’s the complete opposite.
“I can take care of myself”
3) Being in a healthy relationship is about the effort between two willing people… at the same time, knowing your boundaries whilst encouraging one another.
4) Kara deserves someone who fully acknowledges her efforts and is grateful for them
“I miss the handprint,” Cas blurts out one night. Dean watches as his face falls, like he instantly regrets saying it. Those bright blue eyes dart around nervously, like he wishes he still had the power to poof out of the bunker and just disappear.
“What, the handprint you left on my arm?” Dean asks, confused.
Cas nods, looking once again like he’s going against his better judgment, and Dean’s breath catches in his throat. He clears it and tries not to let his reaction show.
“Why would you miss that?” Dean asks.
Dean knows why he misses it. He misses the comfort it used to give him, the solace of knowing that someone saved him, that there was someone who would always save him, even if it meant literally fighting his way through Hell. And as long as he never discusses it with Cas, he can even pretend that it was a sign that Cas truly cares, and not just because it was his assigned duty once upon a time.
But why would Cas miss it?
“I…” Cas pauses and tilts his head as he considers his words. “It used to make me feel connected to you. Like you were m-” He closes his mouth abruptly. “Never mind. It isn’t important.”
Dean swallows hard, and with a heart pounding so loudly in his ears he can barely hear his own voice, he answers. “Like I was what, Cas? Like I was yours?”
Cas stares with wide eyes as he nods.
Dean steps forward, hands shaking a little, until their noses are almost touching. “I am, Cas. Handprint or not, I’ve been yours.”
Cas exhales then like he’s been holding it in for a long time, and lets his hand run up Dean’s arm as he leans in, not stopping until his fingers settle in the place they belong.
How are you? I hope well! Can you do a rfa+v and Saeran having to do seven minutes in heaven? Like honestly not even as drunk just sober. (Requests aren't open;-; but maybe later? Also I rlly love your blog like I'm most done with the masterlist^°^)
Author’s note: I hope you guys like this!!!! i’m still rusty ok it’s been awhile edit: I FORGOT V AGAIN someone please send in a request that says “add v” so I remember to edit him in here
“You wanna play cards? I brought
them with me so we wouldn’t be bored!!”
Does he… Does he really not know what we’re supposed to be doing?
You looked down at Yoosung, who
was already on sitting on the floor shuffling the deck
“Lemme guess… you’ve never played
Seven minutes in Heaven.”
Yoosung paused for a second before
shaking his head
You sat down next to him and
He’s so cute…
“So what game do you wanna play,
But then again, this IS
Seven minutes in heaven
Yoosung’s face turned bright red
In one quick moment, your shirt
was thrown across the room
“Okay, now you’re turn.”
Yoosung who had now achieved a
new shade of red blatantly
stared at your chest
“I-I… uhh, w-well-“
“SAY SOMETHING, YOU IDIOT!!!”
What the hell?
Yoosung looked behind you
“I think it came from the other
side of the door.”
You stood up and opened the closet
door, and in tumbled Zen and Jumin.
“So,” you crossed your arm and
looked down at the two very guilty looking boys, “You wanna explain
The two of them began stuttering
“W-Well Yoosung’s never played
“-I heard you were taking off your
“-And I thought he might need
“-So I wanted to hear the rest.”
You glared at them
“First, Jumin don’t be a perv, and
“We were in the middle of
You looked back at Yoosung, who
had taken off his shirt
“And now that MC and I are even, I’d
like to get back to the game.”
Despite the confidence behind Yoosung’s
words, his face was as red as ever
You turned back around and smirked
“You heard the man!”
Jumin and Zen slowly got up, both
mumbling curses under their breath.
You closed the door behind them
“Now, where were we?”
In the end the two of you ended
up stripping to your underwear and then just playing go fish for the rest of
“W-What? I can’t be in a closet alone with MC!! How will I control
You walked over to the closet and
gave Zen a smirk
“Who says you need to?”
0.1 seconds later Zen was standing
in the closet how the hell did he even get there so fast???
You closed the door and
“So,” you clapped your hands
together, “Show me what you got.”
“You sure you can handle it?”
You raised an eyebrow, “I think
you already know the answer to that.”
“This is gonna be-“
Was all Zen could get out before
hitting his head on the light
You rushed over to Zen, who was
now bent over in pain
“Are you okay? Do you need ice?
How bad does it hurt?”
Warnings: drinking, sexist behavior? Mild violence mentioned, very subtle mention of sexy times.
Word Count: 3.3k
A/N: This was supposed to be a short one, but eh. I’ve been living in the land of heavy angst with You are My Heaven and intense stress in my real life so when this fun, fluffy idea popped up, I ran with it. I’m working on a lot of other stuff so be patient, please! As always, I appreciate your feedback. Love each and every one of you!!
“You wanna bet?” Clint challenged the redhead across the table from him.
Natasha leaned forward and held his gaze, not an ounce of doubt in her demeanor. “Absolutely.”
It was too early in the morning for this childish banter, you thought from your seated position at the far end of the long kitchen table. You slumped forward, dipping the tea bag in and out of the steaming mug of liquid before you, then setting it on the small saucer beside it. Wrapping your hands around the cup’s warmth, your eyes unfocused as you continued to tune out the blathering of your teammates. The only other person in the room paying them no mind was Bucky, who was slouched in a cozy chair, thoroughly engrossed in a book.
“Now wait a minute,” a third voice joined the argument, “If we’re gonna do this, we gotta level the playing field a little. Nat could do this in her sleep. We need someone a little more…down to earth. How about Y/N?” Sam gestured toward you.
Blinking a few times, you finally broke out of your stupor. “Hey! I was only half listening to your stupidity, but I think I’m offended.”
andreil pda around the foxes pleaseee my soul needs it
my marvelous anon, i am here to grant thine request, with a small side of accidental lowkey renison. enjoy <3. also on AO3.
He did it. He actually did it. After months of constant warnings and threats, Wymack finally followed through.
Neil can do nothing but stare at the flyer in his hand, mildly in fear and majorly in shock. A mere thirty seconds prior, Wymack had stormed out of his office brandishing this piece of paper like both a white flag and a declaration of war. He had paused just inside the lounge, making sure to gather everyone’s attention, before striding over to Neil and shoving the flyer in his face.
“This is for last weekend,” Wymack had said. “I already—don’t give me that look, you know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about. I already signed you up. It starts at 8:00 AM on Saturday, and unless you want your ass glued to the bench for the rest of the season, I suggest you be there.” He had then turned back around and disappeared into the hallway, leaving a room full of confused and curious Foxes in his wake.
A full minute passes before chaos breaks out and everyone starts moving at once. Various forms of “What the hell?” can be heard from all corners of the room. Neil blinks as the flyer is yanked out of his hand. He looks up to see Andrew, his eyes scanning the paper. Andrew looks up at him, and Neil’s heart nearly explodes because this look on his face, it looks like the honest-to-god beginnings of a smile. And sure, it’s at Neil’s expense, but he would embarrass the fuck out of himself at every turn if this was his reward. Andrew moves to hand the paper back to Neil.
“Okay, seriously,” Kevin huffs out with impatience as he pushes through his teammates. He snags the flyer away from Andrew who couldn’t be bothered to stop him. Kevin reads aloud, “The Annual Hilton Head Island Marathon…a MARATHON? Really, Neil?! Is this a joke?”
“I don’t know, Kevin,” says Andrew, his voice taking on the persona of a kindergarten teacher. “Did it look like a joke to you?”
Kevin’s only response is to scowl and shove the flyer into Neil’s chest. “This better not affect your performance at our game on Friday. You don’t get to take it easy just because you have to run 26.2 miles the next day.”
By the time Kevin has stormed out of the building, the rest of the Foxes have commenced their team wide freak out.
“Seriously?! He actually came through on that threat?” Dan is caught halfway between being genuinely worried and dying of laughter.
“Neil…bro…what the fuck…” Matt says from somewhere on his left, placing a consoling hand lightly on his shoulder.
“Oh my god, Neil. We have to be there. I have to witness this historic moment. You finally get to put your insane running habits into practice,” Allison is rambling from across the room.
“Wait, what was Wymack talking about ‘last weekend’? What did you do?” Asks Nicky, unaccustomed to being out of the loop.
Was Viktor Annoyed at Yuuri? (Or why Viktor Nikiforov was such a bully in Ep. 2 and 3)
You know how we can’t seem to read Viktor’s character in the early episodes? Is he on Yuuri’s side? Or is he really a bad guy?
I think what lent to the confusion is that there were circumstances that we did not know at the time. Now though, we know that Viktor came to Japan by Yuuri’s invitation, which Yuuri conveniently forgot, leaving Viktor in the cold – confused, alone and friendless, surrounded by strangers in mother-effing Japan.
I imagine that between meeting at the hot springs and Viktor falling asleep after eating, he had tried engaging Yuuri in conversation, maybe tried getting that old spark between them back. Yuuri, though, sober and thinking that that was their first “real” meeting, probably just stuttered and ran off and just generally acted evasive and odd.
…but Yuuri Katsuki just keeps going
What does he mean what? What is even happening??
Eventually, Viktor’s fuse just sort of shorts and before he could stop himself, he is asking Yuuri about his victory-katsudon and asking why he would eat it when
Lmao, the little shit.
If we go thinking Viktor is somewhat annoyed at Yuuri’s rather cold welcome, this actually leaves us with this wonderful thought: a pissed of Viktor Nikiforov is still adorably entertaining.
Look at this dork. He is caustic,
and is just downright merciless.
Given all that though, he also drowns his sorrows alone and gets himself shit-faced when it all becomes too much.
Viktor Nikiforov is basically your standard passive-aggressive girlfriend with a side of drunk Russian.
I can just imagine Viktor drunk-slurring in Russian at the locals of Hasetsu, lamenting about their insensitive golden boy who swoops in on unsuspecting world champions, makes them fall for them, invites them to Japan and then proceeds to act like nothing happened. Can you imagine the nerve of the guy? To hell with Yuuri Katsuki! He will pay for this. Viktor will choreograph the most difficult short program in history and make him skate it!
Good thing probably no one in Hasetsu can understand Russian.
I think this was also partly why he agreed to Yuri P’s demand to come back to Russia if he wins Hot Springs on Ice. Even if Viktor later seemed to regret it (which I talked about in
this meta), I think at that moment, Viktor thought that it didn’t matter much whether he stays or goes. Yuuri Katsuki was not what Viktor expected, and he no longer knows where he stands with the other boy.
Besides, Yuuri is confusing af okay. Really? Eros is katsudon? The program rings no other bells whatsoever?
Like bruh, you’re not even high??
One of my favorites is when Yuuri went like this
and it is so reminiscent of that adorable thing kids do when they want their favored person (like a parent or a teacher) to be proud of them (“so please watch me do this amazing thing okay!”). It is a sign of affection from Yuuri to Viktor, but just look at it from Viktor’s point of view. You seduce me, forget about me, and now you want my attention again – so many mixed signals, Yuuri!
Lmao, look at Viktor’s wtf face:
It’s like he doesn’t know what the hell is going on anymore and his soul just died a little.
One has to hand it to Viktor, though: he is not the kind of person who would sabotage a fellow skater by doing something awful at the start of their program. He reins himself in and somehow finds it in himself to encourage Yuuri.
Viktor also seemed to calm down at the end. He… forgives Yuuri? Here, I think – after seeing Yuuri figure out Eros.
Did he catch a glimpse of the skater he knew, or perhaps the boy he danced with at the banquet? Or did he see something else in Yuuri, nearer to that boy in that video who seemed to understand “Stay Close to Me”?
I think eventually Viktor decided to just become Yuuri’s coach for real because he is talented and worth it; whatever is between them can be settled on a later date, when he knows Yuuri more.
Really, it was a journey becoming Yuuri Katsuki’s coach - literally (because wow, how many hours is it from St. Petersburg to Hasetsu) and figuratively (because emotional and psychological stress is a thing, and this is why you don’t drop your day job because you met a cute boy at a party).
If I had to pick a character who was the most difficult to talk about in this series, it would probably be Daenerys Targaryen. The intersection of every single conflict and perspective–in world and modern–about her is one that is almost impossible to address without sidelining one element of it.
That her arc relies intensely white saviorism; depictions of the Dothraki are laden with racist tropes; her experience in Slaver’s Bay harkens to (but does not perfectly mirror) white conquest in the 19th century. This pairs uncomfortably with the fact that she is 13-16 years old (I’m focusing predominantly on book!Daenerys in this–if you are here for show!Daenerys proceed with that in mind), a child sold into sex slavery, a rape victim, and someone who believes firmly and acts upon the belief that any society that relies upon slavery is not society. As a woman in Martin’s historically inaccurate misogynistic world, she confronts challenges that are designed by the creator of the series to confront her womanhood; as a Targaryen/Valyrian/Westerosi far from her home and without the resources of that home, she is left with little choice but to look forward.
Before even touching on the content of A Song of Ice and Fire, a point that causes trouble, right out of the gate, is where do “problems” with Daenerys arise? When, for example, does responsibility lie with a character, and when with the architect of her story? Add into that–when does the responsibility lie with neither character, nor creator, but with instead the fans who are discussing the media in question?
All this is not to absolve Daenerys of whatever sins exist within her storyline. There are choices that the character makes that are reprehensible and for which the ultimate responsibility does lie with her; however it is also to say that many of the things that Daenerys is loathed for are decisions that lie instead at Martin’s feet.
We are all sinners and are gonna go to hell but you know as long as we have fanfics there I’m okay.
Title: Dancing. Pairing: Implied! - Prince Adam x Female!Reader. Words: 3,361. Rating: T. Summary: Haven’t you ever wondered what would happen if you called out a Prince who constantly acted like the world revolved around him?
You had quite a difficult time processing how you had gotten to the moment of standing only a few feet behind Prince Adam, with a silver trimmed and tall stout glass of champagne sitting in your right hand. The ring on your middle finger clicked against the glass shivering out a rather satisfying sound, one of wealth that demanded the most absurd amount of respect. Strangely enough, he hadn’t found any interest in you until this evening despite being invited (more like severely persuaded you come) to many of his parties. They were all the same. The same type of physically appealing people, the same stuffed up atmosphere, the same petty chat from person to person, the same typical dances, and the same type of carefully picked attire.
The Prince, with his naturally strawberry blond hair covered by a long haired wig that twisted into rather exquisite curls near the end, only seemed enthused by the aesthetic of the situation. He himself seemed to be the only thing that changed from event to event. The shades and colors of his face would change, varying in vibrancy depending on the clothing he donned that evening.
This evening—you thought to yourself and scaled your eyes upon the Prince, a few feet in front of you. And yes, this evening he was wearing velvet as usual; A dark purple, or so it appeared in the light of the room. It sparkled if he he caught the candlelight just right and for a split second, Prince Adam looked approachable, as if you wanted to sink into his arms because he closely resembled the shine of the stars. The embroidery on his waistcoat was nothing less than perfection and played along with the fabric as if they were swirled in a dance together. Purple and silver detailing hung closely to the trim of his coat and expanded into flourishes of metallic silver flowers spilling onto the breast of the jacket. Speckles of jewels hit sporadically around the jacket, and down the right and left side clung silver buttons that served no purpose other than appeal. And oddly enough, his jacket looked like the softest material imaginable if you dared to reach out for him.
Marinette Dupain-Cheng was not having a good day. Scratch that; make it a good week.
From tearing open a seam on her favorite pants to spilling coffee on herself the day of her project presentation to coming down with a nasty cold just as the weather began to turn warm, it was just one disaster after another.
All she wanted was to sleep through Lit class, maybe use Alya as a pillow and dream of Adrien sweeping her away into the sunset, but no. No, she couldn’t have that.
She would have, if not for Alya stepping out to call and check on her sisters, who were sick at home, the lucky ducks.
She would have, if Adrien hadn’t been missing class due to another photoshoot, leaving her without a pillow and without some sort of barrier to block her from Madam Bustier’s view.
She would have, if not for Chat Noir crashing in through the window and scaring the living daylights out of everyone in the classroom.
“Everyone, just stay calm!” He said before someone in purple diving suit dove in through the broken glass, tackling the hero to the ground.
“Just give me your miraculous already, you dumb cat!” The figure screeched. “I am Lady Hawk and I will be the one to get your miraculous! Then we can finally be together!”
“An akuma that worships Hawkmoth?” Marinette muttered. “Oh, hell no..”
“Get off me, La-Hawky!” Chat corrected himself mid-word, quite sure his partner would not appreciate the close call. ‘Lady’ was a trademark nickname, thank you very much.
But that wasn’t really the issue here as a loud beeping rang throughout the room, making Lady Hawk grin.
“Well, well, well,” she said. “I guess I’m the lucky one today! It’s going to be a good week for me. If anyone deserves it, it’s me!”
She reached for Chat’s ring as her other hand pinned his shoulder to the ground. Before she could claim her prize, however, she screamed in surprise as something hard and small hit her face (was that a fist?), knocking her a good few feet away.
Alya sighed as she put her phone away. She loved her siblings, but they could definitely be a handful. Especially when bed-ridden.
Upon hearing a loud commotion from inside the classroom, she furrowed her eyebrows. Tell her Chloe wasn’t picking fights again. She had been doing so much better too!
The red-haired girl pushed open the door, ready to interject, only to stop and gape at the scene in front of her.
Some strange girl in a purple suit sat on the ground, clutching her jaw and shouting something incoherent. There was a familiar butterfly over her eyes, but she seemed to not care.
Meanwhile, Chat Noir struggled to hold onto Marinette, who was drowning out the other girl’s shouts with her own.
“You deserve a good week? Seriously? Do you even know what I’ve been through this week alone? Chat Noir, let me go!”
“You wild monster! I’ll kill you!” The stranger grimaced, rubbing her jaw.
Marinette scowled. “Then come over here and fight me!”
Looking up at her shocked classmates, Alya continued to stand there in bewilderment.
A/N: I’ve always kind of liked reading these arranged marriage scenarios cuz they can get to be a little angsty, and y’all know I’m a sucker for angst. Let me know if you want a part 2, or I’m not going to write it hehe. I don’t think this will end up being 10 parts like IDMI, but ya never know.
You never thought it would happen to you, but it did. You always imagined falling in love with a boy, dating for a year or two, and finally get married to someone you were sure about.
But instead, your parents pushed you into a marriage all because of some promise your grandparents had made way back in the past. You didn’t even know about said promise until you were quite literally forced to get engaged to some stranger.
Your parents tried to ease your way into the marriage, saying you could date this man while you two were engaged. And since you weren’t exactly the best at scoring a date, you thought that maybe this wasn’t so bad. Maybe it would be one of those fateful connections. You thought that maybe you would just happen to fall in love with him while you were engaged.
But if anything, you grew to dislike him. Park Jimin didn’t like you, and he made sure to let you know. Like you, he also didn’t know of the promise between the grandparents. And he was fuming.
So there were no happy dates. No hand holding, no hugs, and definitely no sweet kisses. You were engaged, exchanged a few short words, and before you knew it, you were getting changed into your white wedding gown. Your friend had to constantly tell you to stop crying because it was going to ruin your makeup.
You always dreamed of this day. To be the happiest day of your life. But instead, you felt like you were being sentenced to life in hell. Because what else is living with a man who despises you?
A day passes into a week and a week eventually turns into a month. You wished it went by quickly, but each day was incredibly slow. You didn’t even know if the days were passing as each day was the same.
You would wake up, get ready for work, and quickly make a breakfast for you and your “hubby”. He would eat without a word and quickly retreat back to his room. Hell, you didn’t even share a room. Thankfully, the parents bought you a house with a few rooms, allowing you and Jimin to sleep in rooms in completely opposite ends of the house.
You would leave for work after cleaning up breakfast and after a long day at work, you would come home to an empty house. You don’t really know when Jimin would come home from work, but you made it a habit to always a have a meal waiting for him if and when he came home.
You rarely talked to each other and the silence was slowly eating you away. You had managed to convince your parents that this was, in fact, a happy marriage to keep them at peace at least. And apparently, Jimin had told his parents the same.
Some nights, you had to cry yourself to sleep, cursing your fate. But little did you know, that this fateful encounter was one that was going to change your life, more than it had already done so already.
A/N:I know this was kinda vague, but I intended it to be. I promise the next part will be more in detail…if you want a second part that is. Let me know, or I won’t write one!
Lance used to self harm. He’s stopped, in a way. He doesn’t leave scars anymore. But he hates the ones he does have.
His long sleeved shirts and sweaters hide them good enough.
But when he showers, he looks at him arms. The scars are ugly and look so bright and apparent to him. So he scrubs at his skin until it hurts. His skin is red and he still scrubs. Sometimes he’ll scratch, hoping the red lines he leaves don’t become scars.
Sometimes the scars don’t bother him in the shower. But the urge to self harm is so strong, he feels it wrap itself around him like a weighted blanket. He doesn’t want to leave marks, so he’ll turn off the cold water. His skin is burning and he crumples up against the heat. He’s about to move but freezes.
“I deserve this.”
He lets the water burn him as he stands there. As the water starts to turn cool, he turns it off. He looks at the fogged mirror and sees his silhouette.
He takes a deep breath in and clenches his fists. His nails digging into his skin but he does nothing. He holds himself back from doing worse to himself.
When he tried to sacrifice himself to save someone in battle, he does so in the hope of finally doing something worthwhile. Of him FINALLY being useful.
When he makes jokes and knows that they are usually ignored or just seen as annoying, he hopes that even if he’s seen in a bad light, they at least remember him.
Because growing up in a big family, a lot of the times whenever his sisters or brothers or parents told a story they’d forget he was with them. They’d forget he was there with them, and if they did remember, it was usually in the terms of “me and someone else, can’t remember who-” and that hurts.
“Am I really that replaceable? Am I that forgettable?” His insecurities started from a young age so he doesn’t care if he’s seen in a good light or a bad light. As long as someone remembers him.
So it hurts when Keith has no idea who the hell he is. Because maybe he is that replaceable and forgettable.
He get jealous of the way everyone seems so close. He’s jealous of how Shiro and Keith’s closeness. He’s jealous of Pidge and Hunk. He’s jealous of Allura and Coran. He has no one. Just…. Himself.
He knows he does it to himself. He doesn’t want to tell people the problem but sometimes he wishes that they’d care enough to ask. Or even notice that his smiles don’t always reach his eyes.
And it hurts when the other paladins don’t really want to hang out with him. It hurts when he stays in his room by himself for days and no one really notices.
He picks his face. He can’t help it. If he has a blackhead, he’ll pick at the skin until his finger nails have blood on them. He feels a bump and honestly it’s nothing. But he picks at it anyways. Some days when he feels like he’s breaking out, he’ll pull out his face masks. They make him feel better but he only has so much left so he uses them sparingly.
One day after he has a break down, he just can’t pull himself back. He uses the face mask. He can’t help but have a burning shower. On this day, he actually wipes the foggy mirror, staring at himself. The bags under his eyes seem to be darker than normal to him. His skin has steam coming off of it.
“Have I looked like this for a while?”
He wishes Hunk had never grew apart form him. It wasn’t s huge change, honestly the only thing that changed was him. He felt like he was holding Hunk back from making better friends.
Hunk still cares for him. He just thinks that Lance is pushing him away, wants his own space. Thinking it’d be best to let Lance deal with whatever he’s dealing with and coming around to him later, Hunk doesn’t seek him out.
Keith noticed. He noticed since they first met. And it annoyed him. “How can he just pretend everything is fine when it’s not? How can he be so fake?” It’s one of the reasons Keith doesn’t like him. But as things get worse, he starts to back off. He’s worried, but how the hell do you approach someone?
Pidge notices Lance is a little off. She doesn’t say anything, not knowing what exactly is going on or how to help him out. So she hopes someone who knows will help him.
Shiro doesn’t notice. Honestly, he has so much going on he doesn’t notice half the shit going on between the paladins. Same with Allura.
Coran though. He sees how Lance is hurting. He tries to help, he really does. He asks Lance how he’s doing but he keeps brushing him off. “I’m fine, how are you Coran?” Is the usual answer.
Lance thinks he hides it so well. And true, if you weren’t around him a lot, you’d never notice. But they do notice. He just doesn’t know.
So his vicious cycle continues. And he feels utterly alone. And remembering they’re in space makes it worse.
Who Else Just Knows that Rowan Whitethorn can sing?
I mean imagine:
- Aelin sometimes walking in on Rowan humming as he goes over tax plans, or sharpens his knives.
-Aelin idly wondering if her big man can sing
- But Aelin doesn’t push it on him, not yet at least.
-Aelin doesn’t push it on him until one night, when their baby wakes up, crying and shrieking, and Rowan goes to go calm her down
- Aelin dozes off, but when she wakes up, Rowan’s not next to her. So she decides to go into the nursery, figuring Rowan probably fell asleep in there (again).
- But when she gets there, Rowan’s not asleep.
- He’s singing!
- Aelin nearly sobs as she watches her mate rock their daughter as he sings, the song clear and beautiful
- She waits for him to finish before entering the room, and when she does, Rowan blushes for like ten solid minutes.
- Aelin begs Rowan to sing for her, just one song, but he declines.
- Rowan has never really sang in front of any one, and was not about to start then.
“Please, Rowan!” She begged, a grin playing at her lips.
Aelin watched as Rowan turned towards the bed, and even through the dark, she could still see his flush.
Rowan flipped back the covers and slid in, the only sounds in the room the rustling of the sheets as he settled in. Aelin sighed, but walked towards the bed. If he was this adamant about this, she’d let it go. But at least she was right. Rowan Whitethorn, King of Terrasen, Warrior of ice and snow, could sing.
- Rowan doesn’t sing for Aelin until one night, when she awakes shaking and sobbing, the darkness too much for her.
-Rowan calmly lights a few candles, then wraps his arms around his mate and begins.
- His voice certainly is beautiful. And Aelin wonders how he’s kept this from her for so long. The song is in the old language, so she can barely decipher the meaning but she decides she loves it.
- Aelin falls asleep with his voice in her heart, and his kiss on her brow.
-But all sweetness aside, the songbird jokes begin.
Look, ok. It is hilarious character-driven action-packed fun times. all things I and most long time PR fans are 100% here for.
All in all, I adore my sons,
Zack [“My mom’s the BEST”] Taylor,
Billy [actual heart and soul of the film] Cranston and
Jason [will literally bitch slap idiots who mess with his team] Lee Scott,
just as much as I full on love my daughters
Kimberley [reformed queen bitch and baddest fucking ass] Hart and
Trini [jumps an actual fuckin chasm to avoid the chit chat (tbh same)] Kwan/Gomez/what-is-her-surname-here-I-do-not-know.
seriously, go watch this film. I just know it’s gonna be underrated as hell, and I cannot watch it fail in the box office because the critics have never watched a single Power Rangers episode in their lives.
I’m afraid to check whether they’ve turned Loki evil again tbh. i know they will eventually but honestly why have villain Loki when you can have “chaotic-good-sometimes-chaotic-neutral-depends-on-the-mood-and-also-turns-into-a-cat-version-of-his-brother-to-annoy-him-Loki”