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The Promised No-study SAT Tips

I saw that a lot of you wanted these~ Disclaimer: You still have to know English and the basics of math for these. This goes especially if you’re not a native speaker - your English needs to be at a pretty good level.


  1. Read. A lot. Whenever you see a text that’s at least a paragraph or two long, take time to practice skimming. If you’re bored and have a little time, take something, for example a food wrapper, and try to find occurrences of a word (for example “Acid” for food) as quickly as possible. Hard mode: look for synonyms.
  2. Practice filling out the answer sheet. This is a massive time-sink for a lot of people, so you should practice to eliminate it. Print out an example answer sheet and try filling out the circles quickly and accurately without distracting yourself a lot. Hard mode:Try doing it while not focusing only on the circles - look away or start thinking about the next question.
  3. Check. A lot. The main goal of this strategy is to leave yourself enough time when you’ve filled out an answer for each question when you’re calm, know the questions and can focus on checking. Try and go through the questions, thinking, “This question tests this and that.” If you have the time, look at each answer and identify the error in it (harder for the math questions, but loads of fun if you can do it).
  4. Think in patterns: Whenever you’re stuck on an example question, don’t just check the answer. Try and understand how the person found it, if this question is similar to others you have seen. The SAT only uses a few different types of questions, there will rarely be something to surprise you if you know the common patterns.
  5. Rest: The SAT is a very demanding exam. Give your brain time to relax - my advice would be not to do anything mentally strenuous the day before the test. Also, something I found out from competitions - bring chocolate. The sugar in it helps your brain work better and shrug off tiredness and eating it will draw blood away from your brain, effectively hibernating it for the break to conserve energy. Also, it’s just a really tasty snack!


  1. Use the right format for the essay. There are a lot of easy points for using the four/five paragraph system. Introduction, Reason 1, Reason 2, Conclusion. Begin each paragraph with a topic sentence and follow up with a story from your life or a book/movie to illustrate it. This way, even without using fancy vocab or grammar, you can get the points for structure and critical thought. Now just try not to make any obvious spelling mistakes and call it a day!
  2. Try to quickly find an argument for the essay. They don’t actually rate how intelligent your argument is. So, take a minute or two, breathe deeply, and no matter how stupid your idea is, write it out. (You might still want to take caution with sensitive topics, especially if you’re an international. A dumb mistake I made in my first sitting was bashing on American charity - that definitely did not endear me to the proctors.)
  3. Paragraphs: You have to have experience reading - look at how the topic never changes abruptly. Insert sentences that link what’s written before and after the gap. Final sentences of paragraphs shouldn’t raise more questions.
  4. Sentence questions: Skim through the questions. Try to answer most of them, the first thing that comes to mind, and fill out the answer sheet immediately. Chances are, if it sounds good to you, it’s the correct choice. Do this quickly, then try and do the paragraphs. After you’ve done this, go back to the questions and start checking.
  5. They usually test for a few broad topics. Identify if each sentence fits one of the patterns and answer accordingly. For the others, try and think what error they might want you to make. If you know you have the time, look at each answer in turn and identify the mistake in it. The most common ways for you to change a sentence would be:
  • Fragments: Try and see if each clause has a subject and a verb. Example: “In the dim light, making his way through the cave.” -> “In the dim light, he makes his way through the cave.”
  • Subject-verb agreement: Make sure that the subject is the one actually doing the action and singular/plural match. Example: “Gathering stones, the river was blocked by the men.” Did the river gather stones? No.
  • Consistency: Make sure that something introduced one way is always referred to like that (don’t switch out ‘one’ for ‘you’ or ‘they’). Make sure there are no extra linkers (”Since I was there, but he went too.”). Check if any verbs change tense when they shouldn’t. Don’t compare apples to oranges (”His homework was as good as John.” -> “As good as John’s”).
  • Adverb or adjective? If it describes a verb, it has a ‘ly’. Example: “She winked playful.” -> “She winked playfully.”
  • Singular or plural? Make sure not to refer to a plural object in singular. “Pandas, numbering in the hundreds now, is an endangered species.”
  • Prepositions, linkers, all the small words Sadly, you’ll have to know how they’re used.


  1. Word fill: Note the answers that obviously don’t make sense. Mark the one of the others that sounds best to you (in the answer sheet, too!). If you don’t know one or more of the words, aim for simplicity. After you’ve quickly answered all of the reading questions, come back to these. Look at the relationships between the gap and the sentence - are you looking for a positive or negative word? Antonyms or synonyms to something before? Try and guess what unknown words mean. This way, you will probably be able to eliminate all the wrong answers.
  2. Reading comprehension: You are not tested for understanding the text. Keep this in mind. What you are actually trying to do here is quickly find synonyms. If the question asks for “Was Anna’s family a) warm b) cold c) the spawn of Cthulhu?”, chances are that the text contains “Anna’s relatives acted chilly.” or something like that. Read the first question. Skim the text until it comes to that topic, then look for synonyms of the answers. Don’t make deductions! If you come across a ‘general message’ or ‘tone of the author’ question, skip it and answer it at the end of the text. The other questions will be in the same order as the answers are mentioned in the text. Checking: If you have time, look at each answer and try to see what in the text could mislead somebody to make that mistake.


  1. Calculator use: My advice would be to not bring a complex graphing calculator. They just slow you down. Try and do most operations by hand, then use the calculator only for, well, calculations.
  2. Basic topics to know: You are expected to be familiar with how to rearrange equations (ab=1 is the same as a=1/b) and solve linear and quadratics; cosine and Pythagorean theorems; number representations of lines and their intersections; median, mean and mode.
  3. Solve like a crab! One of the best things I learnt in “Fun Math” classes was that problems are solved more easily if you work from the answer back. Try and see what you would need (in terms of information) to find the answer. Then look back to the text of the problem - is what you need there? In most SAT problems, it is, or you can easily find it.
  4. Visualise: Especially for distance or geometry problems, make a small chart of what’s happening. Make lines for the distances the cars traveled or draw that pesky cylinder. Try and see in your mind how different elements move and which stay the same.

I guess this is all that I can say for now. Of course, this is my strategy so it might not work for everyone or it might not work without practice, so don’t think it’s a miracle solve-all. I’m always open for questions about ideas or specific problems, just write an ask~ And good luck to all future test-takers!

Okay rant time:
I DONT LOVE THIS AT ALL!! Not even a little.

•Don’t get me wrong, I adore the Reyna x Annabeth bromance, I think it’s absolutely great but there is just so many things wrong with this specific interaction.
•When Percabeth fell into Tartarus they did it going in to survive as a unit. They depended on each other but still had their independence as individuals.
•We know Percy isn’t as smart as Annabeth but that doesn’t make him immediately and irrationally dumb.
•Annabeth didn’t know anything about Tartarus either; both her an Percy fell into that pit blind to the dangers that lay ahead.
•percabeth are great together because they make each other stronger. Percy is not dependent on Annabeth to tie his shoes and keep him alive and same applies to Annabeth— Percy is not there to keep her protected and shelter her from anything that may cause her harm.
•they work because they understand that they can protect themselves and do things for themselves and when they’re together it makes two strong forces unstoppable
•Reyna made Percy a praetor on his third day?!? Why on gods green earth would she do that if she thought Percy was a dumbass
•I’m sorry this interaction makes me so mad because Percy is more than an impulsive little adhd, dyslexic kid who fights monsters and is constantly getting into sh*t
•he’s such a complicated character who figures things out in his own way.
•Annabeth researches The Labyrinth and tries to figure out a way to maneuver through it; Percy knew Rachel could guide them.
•Annabeth used smarts and wit to defeat her enemies and complete her journey following the MOA; Percy used impulse and instinct to work his way through battles and to get through the SON
•I mean there’s a reason that Hera chose Percy to be the link between the camps. It could have been Annabeth, she was smart, she was a quick thinker but Hera didn’t.
•it makes me so mad when I see Percy being portrayed in a “dumb” or “not-smart” kind of way?!?
•where did we get this idea??
•please can we abolish it right now!!!!!!
•you too Uncle Rick

Okay some of y'all are getting seriously touched about this post and how I don’t understand that it’s “just a joke.”

•Firstly: I know this scene was a joke, probably tons of them are. I chose this situation simply because I found this picture. I was not about to search through fan fictions, and scenes where the idea of “dumb- Percy” wasn’t a joke, when this was here already. It just so happened that this picture was a very intended jokey interaction and was unfortunately subject to my rant. Most of what I say is a generalization as to how we should stop calling out Percy as a dumbass.

•Secondly: Yea yea I should probably chill but I don’t have any of that. I am not a calm person. I freak out over everything, happy sad, annoying, amazing— doesn’t matter. So the likelihood of me “calming down” or “talking a chill pill” is slim.

•Thirdly: Yes guys I know what teasing is, I know how to take a joke, I have friends and we tease each other all the time. This was not meant to portray that teasing is wrong and that they can’t have fun being friends and doing what friends do. Oh my gods this was just AN EXAMPLE. I love the PJO/HOO series because of how close and fun the relationships between the characters are but I needed to make a post about this idea of Percy being dumb and how that’s not the case it just so happened that it was a jokey scene that became the root of the post.

•Okay thanks for your time. I love y'all and I love this blog but damn this post caused controversy. Hope this edit cleared my intentions up a bit :)

Miscellaneous Clark Kent headcanons as relate to my little fic universe, that may or may not ever come up because who knows:

  • Little Clark was really susceptible to childhood superstitions for some reason. He didn’t go under ladders, he did the salt over the shoulder thing, he did not fuck with that Bloody Mary shit like NOPE I’M OUT THIS SLUMBER PARTY IS CANCELED, LANA GET OUT OF MY HOUSE AND TAKE YOUR MURDER GHOSTS WITH YOU. He believes that he is over this as an adult but whenever his foot is about to fall on a crack in the sidewalk it actually stops like a half inch above the ground and hovers there. He does not notice he is doing this. No one notices, ever, because it is the weirdest subtle unconscious thing in the world. At least Martha’s back is safe?
  • I covered the picky eater thing in Christmas in Kansas but to be more specific his tastebuds are just really sensitive to certain chemical compounds? Not just in terms of things he won’t eat but also in terms of things that he expects to be there and he doesn’t really like foods that lack those things. Your two options to make him eat anything are to cover it in sugar, or cover it in garlic.
  • He goes through a lot of breathmints. Can you imagine if Superman saved someone and they were like “man i appreciate being alive but he had some really bad garlic breath”? He would be so horrified.
  • He has a ratty, fucked-up old shirt that he wears whenever he is making pasta with red sauce. Even Superman cannot stand against the ability of red sauce to end up on whatever you happen to be wearing. HE WAS SO CAREFUL THIS TIME, HOW DID A STAIN END UP ON HIS BACK THAT JUST MAKES NO SENSE. Clark Kent’s weaknesses: kryptonite, tomato stains.
  • His ability to perfectly imitate anyone’s voice was one of the first things to manifest themselves, but this wasn’t the kind of thing anyone noticed was weird. It definitely didn’t seem like a power. He was just a small child who could do a really good Kermit the Frog. He sang Rainbow Connection at a middle school talent show and all the moms cried.
  • He definitely has a playlist to cheer himself up and get pumped and it has Eye of the Tiger and You’re the Best on it. Probably also half the Top Gun soundtrack.
  • Clark Kent’s twitter is pretty standard snarky newsman except with more farming memes. No one can tell how ironic the farming memes are. They might not be ironic at all. Clark Kent might be really sincere, or he might just be so ironic that he has circled back around into sincerity. No one knows. He’s also really good at that thing where you retweet two things from a person that side-by-side reveal they are a dingus. I don’t know if there’s a word for that.
  • His Snapchat is all dogspotting, with occasional rare dance breaks. He’s a pretty good dancer since he found those YouTube tutorials. He does this thing with his hips that Lois finds deeply upsetting for reasons she cannot articulate.
  • Jimmy asked Clark how he got so fit once and Clark was like “uh, farming. farm. eyup.” But he kept pressing for deets and Clark ended up just telling him that he’d pulled a Milo of Croton??? He lifted a newborn calf over his head and then just did that every single day until he was lifting a cow over his head. Jimmy knows nothing about farming or cows or physical fitness and this seemed plausible enough to him.
  • He has a blog where he posts rejected articles and it is the wonkiest thing in the entire world because that is why they got rejected. Perry takes one look at these articles and is like “it will take more words than I want to pay you for just to explain the setup for this article and also there are five people total who care, in the world, including you”
  • He has to be really careful when he buys clothes because he needs to make sure that they aren’t too tight and he has full range of motion. He does not want to relive The Skinny Jeans Incident. Shirts that say ‘I flexed and the sleeves fell off’ are only funny until it happens to you, then they are just horrible reminders. Popped seams everywhere. There is no way to explain that without looking like a huge tool.
  • Even when Superman has a really shitty day he keeps it together until he gets home, but then he shuts the balcony door and peels off his costume and Clark does the Tina Belcher groan for like ten minutes while he takes a shower because he got covered in sewer mutant or space crab or god knows and UUUUUUUUUUGH. Fortunately the nice older lady in the apartment next door always seems to know when he has had a shitty day and she brings him pie.
  • She can hear his melodramatic bullshit from over at her place, that’s how she knows. They share a bathroom wall and it practically echoes. If she times it right he will answer the door before he has put a shirt on because he doesn’t want to leave her waiting in the hall. She does not know what his day job is and it definitely does not occur to her that he is Superman because her primary interaction with him is that he acts like a whiny bitch and she brings him pie so she can ogle him. She is a simple woman who enjoys life’s simple pleasures.
  • The Kryptonian language is really complicated in terms of tonality, context, word order, musicality, etc, and the written language reflects that. Things like the order things are in, how things overlap, colors, etc, are all important. So basically I really like the idea of his symbol being one that represents his family name and says that he is of the House of El. It’s really just basically his last name.
  • If Starfleet gets to have replicators then Krypton gets to have replicators and Jor-El definitely stuck one in the ship so his son would have, you know, food and clothing. But only Kryptonians can use their tech because they’re who the neural interface is designed for so whoops they got real lucky that Kryptonian babies love milk from Earth goats. Clark only started using the replicator later but it only knows how to make Kryptonian things and only some of those are useful to him.
  • Okay so here is where I tie those last two bullet points into something fucking dumb that you will take out of my cold dead hands: Clark got the costume out of the replicator. It didn’t necessarily understand what he wanted though? Like, the concept of a costume didn’t really translate, but it got the idea that he wanted an active uniform, so that is what it made. It’s brightly colored and has his last name on the front. Clark is wearing a Kryptonian football jersey is what I’m getting at. Later Kara will be VERY confused by this. Imagine ending up on an alien planet and meeting your cousin and he’s been fighting crime dressed like a quarterback.
  • Most telepathy does not work because different neural patterns. Diana can only manage it if she uses her lariat and even then it’s like trying to lasso a freight train that does not stop. It’s extremely disorienting. J'onn has just accepted that Superman can hear him but he’s not going to get anything back. It’s like the psychic equivalent of a dial tone for him. He’s trying to call his bro but their family has dialup. He tries not to fuck with it because he doesn’t want to poke around in Superman’s head blind and break something.
  • Clark can’t type with super speed because he’ll break the keyboard and the computer can’t keep up. Instead he uses shorthand along with a custom set of AutoHotKey macros and it is honestly infuriating how fast he can get things written with this setup. But also if he doesn’t have AutoHotKey on whatever he’s typing with then sometimes Lois will get an email like: ll] dyk f pw mde a dec wrt t $l stry? ]ck
  • A woman was told by her therapist to try talking to at least one person once a week but she decided to cheat by just talking to her empty apartment under the guise of telling Superman about her day because lol he can hear everything allegedly so this definitely counts and is what the doctor was going for with this. When she has to go to the hospital for a medical emergency she comes home and there is a note on her counter wherein Superman explains that he was worried because he hadn’t heard from her in a while, so he swung by to check on her. When he found out what happened he watered her plants and fed her goldfish and also that cat that he thought might be hers (she does not have a cat). She is completely mortified because she was just being full of shit she did not actually believe he could hear her oh god what all did she even say and whose cat is this???
  • Look if you are in Metropolis and you loudly say HEY SUPERMAN there is a very good chance he will hear it even if he doesn’t mean to. He is not trying to eavesdrop, that’s just what happens when you yell someone’s name in earshot.
  • He doesn’t wear the costume under his clothes because you may have noticed a running theme here where the universe is conspiring to ruin his clothes and leave him running around shirtless all the time. I mean thank god for the rest of us but he would rather not risk someone spilling their drink all over him somehow and suddenly his shirt is transparent and you can see the big S. It’s bad enough when it happens under ordinary circumstances. How often can one man get drinks spilled all over him? You would be shocked. Shocked. His eyes are up here, Lois.

anonymous asked:

Yo what if there's this dog show and the prize money is a lot of $$$$ so Liam decides to enter impulsively but realizes that he doesn't even have a dog so he has theo do a full shift and participate as his dog so they can win lmao

This is without a doubt the best thing i have ever read in my entire life. everyone else can go home. This. This is a genius.  I was thinking earlier about putting a chapter in airplanes where Theo shifts and Liam pretends he’s his dog so they can get in somewhere cheaper and was giggling at the thought of it, just Liam like “Yes..This is Fluffles.” And Theo growling at his side while Liam makes up dumb lies about how he came to get him but oh my god your idea just shamed the hell out of my idea

Liam and Theo doing a dog show. Theo just adamantly saying no until Liam mentions prize money and then Theo is just like i am the best dog you will ever have. I am perfect, my fur is soft and shiny, i am beautiful, i can do whatever trick you ask.

THEO LIKE GROWLING AT THE DOGS THAT ARE DOING WELL AND SCARING THEM INTO SCREWING UP. Dogs just refusing to go anywhere near this freaking wolf.

The judges like “Son, no, this is not a dog.” and Liam’s like “You said any breed of dog . He is a dog. We are joining.” While Theo wags his tail and tries to look as least wolf like as possible


I’m gonna golaugh until i die. Thank you so much 


Originally posted by qt-taehyungssi

“Laying in bed, Taehyung’s mind skimmed over the events from today, always pausing to think about the extremely pretty girl who was staring at him earlier. He was determined to find out who she was, she wasn’t getting away so easily.”

Genre: Fluff | Angst
Members: Taehyung x Reader
Word count: 1528

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Tuqburni | Prologue

Originally posted by alyssa1413

Pronunciation: ’tooq•bur•nah Origin: Arabic Definition: n., a love so deep, you can’t imagine life without your partner. Literal English translation: “You bury me.”

Pairing: Yoongi & Reader, Yoongi & Jimin

Word Count: 1880

Genre & Warnings: Angst…and angst…and a bit more angst. Like, I am already sad. There won’t be any smut in the prologue, but there will be smut in this series. Suicide attempts. Probably will be more stuff later in the series. 

Notes: I don’t know why I keep doing this to myself, but once I got this idea in my head, it wouldn’t leave. I’m not really sure how this is going to end yet. Knowing me, we can hope for a happy ending. For now, though, it’s going to be tough. The essential idea behind this is that people aren’t perfect. We make dumb choices, we’re over-emotional, etc. Sometimes, we even drag others with us. 

“I need to talk to you.” 

Your hand froze, its former task of writing out a grocery list forgotten. Here it was. You’d been waiting for Yoongi to finally say something to you for a while. You’d noticed him acting strange the past few weeks. Getting home at odd hours, looking at you with an unreadable expression at times. You’d heard him have a whispered phone call while you were supposed to be asleep two nights ago, your heart shattering when you heard the quiet “I love you.” You’d decided to keep it to yourself, even though you were dying inside and waiting for the moment when he would deliver the killing blow. 

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anonymous asked:

aaaa i read why you love Katsuki and Izuku's dynamic! Can you also tell as why you love Killua and Gon's? *w*

[ WARNING: Discussion of the Hunter X Hunter anime/manga/characters below. If you haven’t read the manga or watched the anime and don’t want any spoilers of any kind, do not read. ]

*Holds breath.*

HOLY. Oh damn. This. THIS is where it gets real, my friends.

Anon. You have no idea how pumped I am to answer this. I’ve got it all ready to go, and please, if it’s a bit scrambled at times… that’s just how my brain is. All composed of bunny trails and dumb theories that may or may not be connected.

Alright. Here it goes. 

Why do I love KilluGon? 

Or… why do I love the dynamic between Killua and Gon in general?

As I’ve stated in my response to another Anon about why I love the dynamic between Katsuki and Izuku from Boku No Hero Academia, my love for a ship is constructed based on a few important details.

It depends on whether or not I respect and intensely admire both characters involved in the ship, and whether or not I find their dynamic interesting, with or without evidence to support a romantic inclination.

Now, in order for me to dive into the reasons why I just… honestly, adore Killua and Gon as individual characters as well as the ship, I have to pinpoint my connection for respecting them to the manga/anime as a whole.

Hunter X Hunter is my favorite anime of all time. 

Now, there is a reason I’m pointing this out, as seemingly unneeded it may appear. For, the main core reasons why I adore Killua and Gon as characters and their ship so much is connected to the overall appeal of the anime/manga in general.

It’s common sense to those who have watched Hunter X Hunter (and if you haven’t… what are you even doing with your life?) that numerous traditional shōnen manga tropes are either inverted, discarded entirely, purposefully subverted, or deconstructed within a story that contains arcs with no conclusion, but rather a continuous, streamlined story. 

As far as my personal experience, I started watching Hunter X Hunter with little to no expectations. I was completely blown away with what I received, and almost all of that is owed to the reasons I listed above out of pure respect, awe, and wonder at how the mangaka has been able to craft a story that’s so complex and rewarding with characters that face continuous hardships, growth, and struggles that we can relate to. 

I consider both Gon Freecss and Killua Zoldyck to be two of the greatest anime characters ever created, especially when considering the shōnen demographic.

Those who have watched the anime and read the manga know that both characters subvert traditional tropes presented in their storylines as well as their personalities. 

The author has taken numerous risks with showing his star characters in incredibly twisted circumstances that presents them in extremely nontraditional (and even, at times, antagonistic) ways. I love the risk factor taken with this series.

Now, without including any spoilers in this post, I can safely say that Gon Freecss, in particular, is one of the greatest deconstructions of any character-specific category I have ever seen. 

And Killua, while incredibly complex and going through tremendous character development alongside Gon, introduces traits that are highlighted in the other that the reader/watcher would never expect upon entering the show/manga for the first time. 

Alright. So. I want to make one thing abundantly clear with this ship. 

Many people consider Killua Zoldyck to be canonically in love with Gon Freecss. 

I respect that opinion, and I’ve entertained the idea myself, particularly with the dialogue choices, artistic liberties taken in the 2011 anime, and the reputation the author has in general of subverting shōnen tropes in his other works.

However… I do not believe that we have enough evidence to actually pinpoint Killua being romantically interested in Gon, simply because of the genre in particular. At least, for this very moment in the manga and where the anime ended. 

I do think that the potential is there, but it depends on where the story will be heading in that regard.

Could I be wrong? Absolutely

Could I be right? Yeah. I could. 

But, that’s a discussion for another time. 

Does this make their dynamic any less human, complex, or phenomenal? 

Absolutely not. Not in any way, shape, or form.

It’s because of the fact that we’re not sure about the possible romantic undertones between Killua and Gon that we have the freedom to deconstruct, theorize, and discuss these characters in general. 

And, this is only made possible through fantastic writing, characterization, and the undeniable one-of-a-kind friendship and connection formed between two incredibly flawed, damaged, and different characters. 

Gon and Killua go through the unimaginable and demonstrate the true essence of friendship with elements that are so human and complicated that it’s just… so impressive, that it’s able to be conveyed at all in an anime.

There are specific aspects that make their parallels all the more interesting. As I’ve noticed myself, and my two OTPs, I tend to ship characters that have very fascinating parallels and have “foil”-like connections to one another. 

Gon and Killua are not foils, as far as I can tell, but they do challenge and push each other to reach the ultimate goal, and it’s due to their mutual companionship that they are able to face the struggles they come across.

Similar to my other post regarding the dynamic between Katsuki and Izuku, I would like to present more complicated bulleted lists showcasing the inner complexities that balance Gon and Killua as well. 

So, hopefully this helps.

Let’s Focus on Gon Freecss First.

  • Gon, for all intensive purposes, is very simpleminded and driven mostly by a slightly skewed form of logic that is only understandable to him, both morally and culturally.
  • He is ambitious and ultimately one-track-minded, very driven towards a goal that could either cost him or others’ lives. 
  • Because of these factors, Gon is ultimately a bit of a selfish character, despite his normally good intentions. He is very much driven by his emotions.
  • Again, Gon’s logic is a bit skewed, though in a way that is far more complex than some give him credit for. It’s shown often in the 2011 anime, with his judgment and, at times, butting heads with Killua’s far more perceptive views on certain situations. 
  • Gon’s logic is based on what he sees as a genuine fact brought to attention by what he sees as the path towards success and growth. 
  • Both he and Killua are extremely hard workers and have been ground to the bone to achieve the strength they have.
  • Gon acts primarily on adrenaline and instinct, in definite contrast to Killua’s personality elements. 
  • Because of these factors, Gon seeks the balance to his temperament and recklessness through Killua’s (rather ironic) stability and caution. Of course, the over-reliance between the two leads to catastrophic consequences, which all ties back to the elements of them both that are, ultimately, human.

Now, Let’s Focus on Killua Zoldyck.

  • Killua, as stated above, has been referenced in the 2011 anime to be the offset to Gon’s temperament. In other words, he’s very much the person who calms the other down and redirects his outbursts towards something else.
  • At times, Killua demonstrates the need to assert control in their dynamic, which Gon does not have a problem with despite the intense way that they can, while unintentionally, take advantage of one another’s weaknesses while simultaneously boosting one another’s strengths. 
  • Killua is cautious, analytical, observant, and both outwardly cocky and insecure. He is also, above all things, loyal. 
  • Despite the intense nature of his character, the only person who rather effortlessly breaks down Killua’s walls and introduces him to a new understanding of the world is, in fact, Gon. 
  • Killua’s loyalty is, arguably, the main factor of his character that roots himself to Gon. No matter the situation, he will pull through for Gon. Gon is, essentially, his world. 
  • Killua comes from a rather twisted family background with traces of moral ambiguity and questionable relations to his parents and siblings. 
  • Gon is an only child and is seeking his father, while Killua seeks his family companionship in Gon and values the other’s perspective to a point that is both freeing for him as a person and damaging. 

Another thing needed to be made clear with discussing the gray, less-than-pleasing aspect of their friendship…

None of these discussed personality traits and reasons excuse any elements of their relationship that are damaging, because there’s plenty of pain in what happens between them. But, that’s part of what makes it all fascinating. 

And, I think that’s what it all comes down to. Despite the craziness in their world, in the two of them as characters individually and the indescribable, believable connection they have, one thing is made abundantly clear. 

Killua and Gon’s relationship is the most complex, fleshed out, beautifully presented, tragic and fulfilling dynamic between characters I’ve seen in an anime. Ever. 

This is, of course, my opinion. But there is something that needs to be said with Killua and Gon and their inseparable connection. 

It’s because of Gon that Killua knows he must take a step forward and grow on his own while being apart. It’s because of Killua that Gon has reached the milestones he has, that he’s even alive. 

The both of them balance each other out, survive together, challenge each other, suffer through the worst of the worst, and still remain steadfast in a companionship that is so brutally human and complex that I will forever laud the two of them (and their fantastic ship) for existing in the first place. 

I love them as best friends. I love them as characters. I love them as romantic interests because I’ve never been so convinced that it could happen not only in theoretical discussion, but also in the canon universe. 

And that is something that I don’t think will ever be repeated. 

Gon and Killua are the epitome of complex, relatable friendship that treads the lines of the ugly and the beautiful in the best possible ways. These factors make their dynamic breathtaking, awe-inspiring, tragic, wonderful and human in both platonic and romantic ways. 

*Releases breath.*

Believe it or not, I could say more, but… those are the overarching reasons. Anyone who hasn’t seen Hunter X Hunter needs to just watch it right now and experience it for themselves. No amount of words can express the justice of these two. Ever.


Thiam headcanons p2

6.What was the exact moment they realised they had feelings for the other?

For Theo it’s a while after the wild hunt, he’s living out of his car and knows something’s not right when he realises everytime he looks at his phone it’s Liam’s number he scrolls to first. He never calls or texts, he’s still not even sure whether Liam hates him still but he finds himself wishing Liam would call, staring at the number and hoping for something, a text would be enough.

It’s not until a few months later when he’s strung up and waiting to be electrocuted again that he realises exactly what those feelings are. When he listens to the eichen house employee turned hunter talking about the werewolves that had died the day before and finds himself terrified that it might have been Liam. By the time he’s facing Liam once more he’s more than ready to repress it, unfortunately for him he’s never been the best a repression and knows that even if Liam doesn’t figure it out the way he looks to Liam first before they do anything is a tell enough to most of the pack how not platonic his feelings towards Liam are.

Liam realises it when Theo’s dying. It’s Liams fault, once he found out about the deaths of the last of brett and Lori’s pack he can’t help but go after the hunters. But then they’re getting shot at and Theo’s shoving Liam out of the way of Gerard’s gun and falling to the floor with black liquid already bubbling from his mouth and he smells like he’s rotting from the inside out, probably is and the only thing Liam can even begin to compare it to is when Hayden had died in his arms and he realises he’s going to have to go through it again but this time there won’t be any magical revivals. Theo will just die, because Liam couldn’t control his anger.

And then Nolan kills Gerard and stabs Theo with a needle and cries until even Malia is feeling bad for him and Theo’s waking up and Liam’s awkwardly trying to pretend he didn’t just have the earth shattering revelation that he likes Theo. Or that Theo is more than willing to die to keep him safe despite everything he says on the contrary.

7. First time they say I love you?

Five minutes after the near death experience for Liam. He’s shaky and dragging Theo off the floor, the smell of rotting flesh still wafting off of Theo and Theo doesn’t seem to regret his choice in the slightest and well. Liam has lost enough people so next thing he knows he’s screaming at Theo while the rest of the pack watch with wide eyes. He’s stormed off and driven away before he realises that he’d actually said “because I love you” when Theo asked why he was so annoyed. Theo finds him pulled over at the side of the road ten minutes later freaking out and kisses him rather than saying anything. It’s pretty gross, they’re both dirty and Theo tastes rotten but he’s alive and Liam can’t bring himself to care.

Theo doesn’t say it then, or for a few months afterwards and it’s fairly anticlimactic when he does. Scott, Malia, Lydia and Stiles are all back in beacon hills for the holidays and the pack goes to Sinema, they’re at the bar, trying to order drinks when someone starts hitting on Theo. Theo’s grinning from ear to ear as they practically grind against him looking far too proud of getting some attention when his boyfriend is standing no more than half a foot away. Everyone’s eyes are on the pair as Theo gets the blunt offer to go to the bathrooms and his smile somehow widens.

“I’m flattered,” Theo says dryly. “Really. But i’m in love with the one who looks like he’s about to claw your throat out so if you could stop trying to touch my dick that’d be great.”

8. Who likes to prank the other?

Liam, he and Mason love nothing more than conspiring together to prank their boyfriends. It’s fun. Until Theo and Corey start fighting back. They’re a truly despicable team. With Corey’s powers of invisibility and Theo’s evil genius/werewolf senses. Liam and Mason are pretty sure they’re in over their heads in the prank war to end all prank wars but they aren’t about to back down.

9. What do Liam’s parents think of Theo?

They love Theo. Liam hates it with vengeance, sure he’s glad his parents like his boyfriend but god. Theo’s a smooth talker when he wants to be, he’s painfully charming and smart enough to hold conversations about all sorts of things so more often than not Liam will come home to find Theo in in-depth discussions about things with Dr Geyer or helping Mrs Geyer carry groceries in with a toothy smile that makes the next door neighbours daughter swoon.

It only gets worse when they eventually find out about the supernatural. Liam doesn’t tell them the exact story behind them meeting so they only know the good parts, the parts where Theo has saved Liam’s ass. Theo isn’t against pulling the ‘i’ll tell your mother’ card whenever Liam has a dumb idea on how to deal with a big bad and Liam sort of wishes he’d never introduced Theo to his parents when they gang up on him using sound logic and disapproving looks.

10. How does Theo react if hayden comes back?

HE’S A JEALOUS BITCH oh my god. But he’s so..nice about it. Liam can feel the anger radiating off of Theo every time Hayden gets within a five foot radius of Liam but when Liam looks back he’s just sitting there smiling, looking at ease apart from the blood slowly dripping from his clenched fists that everyone pretends they don’t notice.

Theo isn’t huge on PDA generally, he’s not going to turn down a kiss when offered but he rarely initiates when anything when they’re out in public. When Hayden’s around it’s different, Theo will leave him be for the most part but then every time he has to leave the room, even just for a moment, he will seek Liam out kiss Liam until he’s moaning into it and the pheromones coming off of him make every wolf in the vicinity extremely uncomfortable.

Cartoons and Cuddles

Tonight you’re reminded that Peter always knows how to make things better…

(1,300 words)

Warnings: extreme cuteness

A/N: slightly mentions another fic which can be found here send me your requests y’all, I’d love to get to know you guys and your interests more :) 

Originally posted by tomshollandss

Another long day at the library was finally coming to a close. It was nearly eleven and I still had two more carts of books to sort and put away. I went to grab another book that needed checked in, but before I could grab it a string of web cemented it to the counter. I groaned in annoyance before I felt Peter’s warm arms around me. I leaned into the hug before turning around to see two, big white eyes staring back at me. I pulled up his mask just enough to uncover his lips and pressed them against mine. “What are you doing here?” I asked, giggling at his frown from me breaking the kiss.

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“Hey.” - Lin/Reader

Author’s Note: Tried to make this as gender-neutral as possible. This is my first writing on this blog, I hope it’s okay!! All feedback is appreciated :)

Summary: Soulmate AU where the first thing your soulmate says to you before you say something in return (referred to as one’s Sentence [it can be more than one sentence though] in the fic) is tattooed somewhere on your body. It disappears after you meet your soulmate.

Rating: PG

Warnings: One swear word oops

Words: 1,448

@hamilficsfordays Hi, I was the one who asked you about the soulmate AU :)

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That was the word you’d had tattooed on the back of your left hand since your birth.

In your opinion, it was extremely frustrating to have such a common greeting as your Sentence.

When you were younger, you were always hopeful and enthusiastic whenever you met someone and they’d say ‘hey’ to you, but after so many disappointments, one could understand why you’d get a little annoyed when someone greeted you with ‘hey’.

Some people would see your Sentence before they’d met you and, with the hopes of being your soulmate (or just trying to mess with you), say ‘hey’ before being disappointed that what you said to them next was not their Sentence. Sometimes these unlucky fellows would get angry at you for not saying their Sentence and that usually did not lead to anything good.

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I’ve seen some hc’s of Gavin joining the crew after he’s caught badly pickpocketing Geoff, but what if he wasn’t? What if Gavin was the thief who not only robbed the king of Los Santos and got away scott free, but was cocky enough to do it again and again. The first few times Geoff doesn’t even notice, thinks its bad luck, faulty memory, blames himself for the loss and moves on. So Gavin gets cheeky, takes bigger risks and pinches more and more expensive items, escalating until Geoff notices, then further still until the man is worked up into a rage about it.

When Geoff finally catches him (A moment Geoff swears up and down wasn’t orchestrated by Gavin, but even he has doubts) Gavin is decked out in Geoff’s missing rolex, his pricey cufflinks and obscenely expensive sunglasses, his tailored jacket and his goddamn favourite belt-buckle. He has Geoff’s phone, the keys to one hide-out and half-a-dozen stolen cars, a wallet full of cards and one very valuable custom-made beretta. But Geoff has him now, and he’s going to kill him. Except, well. Geoff wasn’t expecting a kid, and he sure as hell wasn’t expecting said kid to treat his aggressive interrogation like a freaking job interview.

Say what you will about his methods, Gavin’s a bright guy and it didn’t take him long to work out where the real power lay in Los Santos. He had no intention of messing around with low level gangs in the hopes of gaining the right attention, of working his way up to the big leagues. No, he knows his talents, is confident in his ability to talk his way into a job once he gets an audience, and boy does he like to make an entrance.

Protective (Evan Hansen x Kleinman!Reader)

Warnings: big brother Jared is annoying, fluff, little steamy

Prompts: “Would you mind if I kissed you?”

A/N: Yay tree boy. Little steamy fluffy evan fic for ya.


You were laying on the couch watching High School Musical with your brother, Jared. He was in the recliner playing some game on his phone, but mouthing the words to the movie. He had just started complaining about your movie choice when you picked it, yet here you are, watching Jared mouth all the words and lyrics.

You were waiting for your good friend, Evan, to come over and work on a school project with you. To tell you the truth, Jared was only in the living room to make sure Evan wouldn’t try anything. Not that Evan would, he’s a complete gentleman and honestly, would probably hyperventilate thinking about trying something with you.

You hummed along to the lyrics when your phone vibrated on your chest. You opened the notification.

From: Evan

Hey, I’ll be at your house in 30 seconds.

You smiled and texted him back. You sat your phone down and stood up. You smoothed your shirt and played with your hair, waiting for Evan to show up. Jared was watching you from his peripheral vision.

Just then, you heard a knock at your door. You began walking to the door, but Jared pushed you out of the way, so he could answer it. He opened the door and Evan looked at him.

“Hey, Jared.”

You pushed yourself in front of Jared and greeted Evan.

“Hey, Evan! Come on in.”

Evan smiled at you and followed you inside. Jared gave him a death glare as he walked past him. Jared shut the door and took his place back on the recliner, never taking his eyes off Evan. Evan sat down on the couch.

“Okay, let me get the stuff from my room real quick.”

You walked into your room. Jared watched you close your door and he immediately turned to Evan.

“Okay, Hansen, what’s your game?”

Evan shot him a look of confusion.


“Don’t play dumb with me, Tree Boy. Stop trying to get with my sister.”


“You think you can just get away with the innocent act, but I see right through you.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m just working on a project with (Y/N), that’s it!”

Jared stood up.

“That’s it? Really? How come you don’t wanna get with her then? She not good enough for you?”

Evan gave him another confused look.

“W-Wait so do you want me to get with her or not?”


“But I wasn’t trying to in the first place.”

“Why the hell not? She’s pretty and could do way better than you!”

You walked back in the room and glared at Jared. You sat down a glass of water for both you and Evan. You also sat your stuff down on the table and turned to Jared.

“Jared, are you torturing him?”

He looked at you with a smile and hugged you.

“Of course not. I’m just being nice to our guest.”

You rolled your eyes at him and sighed.

“Can you leave now?”

“Why do I have to leave?”

“Because you’re annoying and we have to work.”

Evan just sat there, listening to you and Jared go back and forth. Evan loved how snippy and witty you were. It definitely ran in the family. He loved how well you took care of yourself. You were only a year younger than he was and he’s absolutely smitten with you.

There are only two things stopping him from being with you. Jared and his fear of being rejected by you. He’s had a crush on you ever since you, him, and Jared were young. You were the best of friends, even though Jared denies it.

You and Jared eventually stopped fighting and you sat next to Evan. Jared sat back in the recliner and made sure Evan kept his “grubby” hands to himself.


You laughed at a joke Evan made and it drove Jared insane. However, Evan loved seeing you laugh. Your nose crinkles and your face scrunches up. He thinks your laugh is cute. Jared nearly throws up from how Evan is looking at you. He can see Evan undressing you with his eyes.

Evan wasn’t thinking about it at all. In fact, he was thinking about how much he could make you laugh if you said yes to dating him. Jared was just blinded by his older brother protectiveness.

Jared got up and sat right in between you and Evan.

“Jared, what the hell?”


“What are you doing?”

Jared wrapped an arm around you and the other around Evan.

“I’m just hanging out with my baby sister and best friend. What’s so wrong about that?”

You rolled your eyes. You stood and walked to the kitchen. Jared immediately turned to Evan.

“I’m gonna have to ask you to back the fuck up.”

Evan had enough. Who was Jared to stand in the way of his happiness?

“Jared, she’s not a child. She’s only a year younger than us. She can handle herself.”

“But I’m her big brother and I have to protect her from people like you.”

“People like me?”

You walked in the room with another glass of water.

“Jared, mom says she needs you to pick up some milk from the store.”

“Tell her to get it.”

“Just go get it, Jared, god.”

“Fine. Just don’t do anything.”

“Just go!”

He stood up and grabbed his keys. He eyed Evan as he walked out of the house. You sat back down next to Evan. Evan let out a breath he was holding in. You giggled as you take a sip.

“Finally, he’s gone.”

Evan chuckled and turned his attention back to the work you both finished in an hour. Evan fiddled with his cast and didn’t look at you. You grabbed his hand.

“You okay?”

He nervously nodded and swallowed thickly. Suddenly, something clicked in your brain. You heard a little voice whispering to you and that little voice was whispering a name. That name: Jared.

You sighed loudly and ruffled your hair. You look at Evan and hold his hand in yours.

“Oh god, what did Jared say to you?”

Evan just shook his head rapidly.

“Nothing! He didn’t say anything!”

He made the mistake of making eye contact with you. He found himself lost in your (E/C) eyes. He can’t help, but give in to you.

“W-well, he just told me to back off.”

“Back off from what?”


You stared at him silence and let go of his hand. Jared wanted Evan to back off… of you? You had the biggest crush on Evan and Jared somehow knew? You look to the floor and blush.

“Oh… I’m-I’m sorry about Jared. He can be a real dick sometimes.”

Evan just shook his head and watched your movements.

“No, it’s fine. He’s just… being protective. Even though, I don’t think you need protecting. You seem to handle yourself really well.”

You smiled at him and turned your body so you were facing him. You placed one hand on his thigh.

“I really like you, Ev. I always have. I knew ever since we were little.”

Evan’s ears turned pink and he let out a relieved sigh.

“I l-like you too, (Y/N). I like you a lot. And I don’t care if Jared tortures me for the rest of my life about it. I don’t care. I just want to be with you.”

This time Evan takes your hand in his and rubs it. You’re both smiling from ear to ear. You, subconsciously, bite your lip and you saw his eyes glance down at them.


You wanted to kiss him. Bad. But you didn’t want to scare him.

“Would you mind if I kissed you?”

And just like that, Evan brought you out of your thoughts. You nodded your head and leaned in. Evan connected his lips with yours and you felt sparks run through you. You both pulled away, grinning.

Suddenly, you stood up and gathered your things. You began walking towards your room. Evan just sat on the couch, watching you. You turned back, halfway down the hall,

“You coming?”

(Not yet)

Evan quickly followed you to your room. You shut the door as soon as he comes in. You sit on your bed and pat the space in front of you. He sits down and looks at you. You grab his face and smash your lips against his.

He moans into the kiss. He wraps a hand around your neck. The kiss is very slow and passionate. He pulls away,

“Is this okay? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

You smile at him and rub your hand up and down his chest.

“It’s more than okay, Ev.”

You reconnect your lips once more. You climb onto his lap and grind yourself against him. He pulls away again,

“Is something wrong?”

“N-No. I just… I don’t wanna get… you know…”


Evan looks down, scared you’d be disappointed. You grind yourself against him again. You feel how hard he is and you just grab his hand. You place it on your breast and his breath hitches. He kisses you again and you moan. You feel his length twitch at the sound. You lean down to kiss his jaw and neck.

“Oh god, (Y/N).”

Just then, you hear Jared’s car pull into the driveway. You hop off of Evan.

“Oh man, if Jared sees me in your room, he’ll totally flip.”

An idea pops into your head. You hear the front door open and you smirk. You had to get Jared back. You lean back against the pillows and motion for Evan to come towards you. He obeys.

“(Y/N), what are you-”

“Kiss my neck.”


“Don’t you wanna get Jared back for being an ass?”

“Won’t you get in trouble?”

“I think it’s worth it. I mean, I’m not a baby anymore and he needs to understand that.”

Evan nods slowly and you show him where to kiss you. His lips latch onto your skin.

“Ohhh Evan.”

Evan’s cock twitches again and he breathes hard against your neck. He lays his body on yours and ruts against you. One leg is in between yours and rubbing your core. He’s not even aware he’s doing it. He just wants to hear your beautiful moans again.

Jared walks into the kitchen and opens the fridge. He notices a full gallon of milk in there. He stares at it in confusion. Just then, he hears a noise come from your room. He walks over to your door and puts his ear against it.

“Evan, don’t stop.”

Jared’s eyes widen and tries to open your door. Evan climbs off of you to catch his breath. You both stare at each other, completely in love.

Your door swings wide open and all Jared sees is Evan sitting in your beanbag chair and you laying on your bed, on your phones. You look at him.

“Something wrong?”

He makes eye contact with Evan.

“Ah, no. Nothing…”

He, awkwardly, walks out of your room and back to his. You smile at Evan and walk over to him. You pull him in for another kiss. And another one. And another one. And probably a thousand more later that night, but who’s counting?

jim and pam from the office as straights: there is this cute guy at my office who is my best friend, who i talk to every day, i feel like i can tell him anything, he’s single, he’s interested in women, he’s always doing cute nice things for me, i like him so much, one time he told me he loved me and i said “you have no idea how much your friendship means to me” and he said “don’t do that, i don’t want to be friends” and then i ran off to call my mom and i was like, “i don’t know what to do mom! this is my best friend!” then he came in and i hung up the phone and we kissed but then i told him that i can’t be with him because i feel like i have to marry my fiance who i admit is dumb and kind of ugly and doesn’t get me at all and belittles my dreams and hopes and aspirations. like he’s my fiance right even though we’ve been “engaged” and not actively planning a wedding for like two years because he keeps dragging his feet. it would obviously never work out between me and my best friend. i heard he moved to another city and is dating a girl who wears pantsuits and vests and i’m happy for them. it absolutely makes narrative sense that i’m staying with this horrible mediocre guy and terrified of getting together with my best friend even though we’re clearly perfect for each other and there’s no obvious, facial reason why we couldn’t date each other.

jim and pam as lesbians: ^


Request - Joker and Harley’s daughter One Shot imagine

a/n: hiii omg, i recently got this imagine request and i LOVED IT!!! so imma do it ehehhe. and it will be my version of how the joker and harley’s daughter would look and act like :) hope you enjoy babes

characters: joker, harley quinn, reader, some asshole named roy

pairing: reader and the asshole named roy are together, joker x harley as parents

storyline: reader and asshole named roy are in an abusive relationship, roy is abusive. reader’s parents - joker and harley don’t know about it, because y/n is too scared to tell them, not knowing they have control over anything. one day y/n’s parents find out.

warnings: abuse, mention of abuse and abusive relationship, swearing, death

“Please, please, don’t, no.” I whimpered, knowing what he was about to do. His hand raised and collided with my cheek, making tears spill out and my head turn harshly to the side. I gasped, sobbing and holding my face from the pain.

“You are never leaving me!” He yelled. “You understand?!” His hand grabbed my face, pulling me closer. “Do. You. Fucking. Understand?!” My eyes shut closed from his loud voice grazing my ears. “Speak, you little filth!”

“Yes.” I whispered.

“What was that?”

“I will never leave you, Roy.”

“Yeah, that’s right. Now get out before my parents come back!” He yanked me away from him, making me fall on my knees. “Get up, bitch. And remember, nobody knows about this.” His harsh words stabbed me right in every place in my mind and body and I scrambled to my feet. I grabbed my things and with all my energy, I got out of his house and got in my car.

Once I started the engine and got far away from his house, I stopped at the side of the road and cried. I cried and cried, and cried for what felt like hours. When I felt like calming down, I looked at the time. Shit, it was almost curfew. I started the car again and drove home as fast as possible. I hoped I made it in time.

I parked my car in our garage and quickly walked through the front door into the house.

“BABY’S HOME!” I heard mom yell from the dining room. I sighed. Jeez, I really needed them out of the way right now. I just wanted to go to my room and be alone for a while. But I had to greet them, otherwise they would get angry. “I made some dinner, hon.” She said. Her white hair with pink and blue ends was up in a perfect messy bun, her body wrapped in a white silk robe. Dad was sitting next to her, an arm around her waist, probably. He was in a simple white shirt, his green hair perfectly standing out.

I placed my bag on a chair and finally faced her. 

“Oh, honey.” She pouted, seeing my face. I furrowed my eyebrows. “What happened to your make up?”

“W-what do you mean?” I asked. Oh, right, me crying. 

“Your mascara is running down your face, eyeshadow smudged. What happened?” She questioned. Well, should I tell them? I mean, it’s not the best timing since this abuse from Roy has been going on for months. But they need to know, better late than never. Although he told me not to tell anyone. We both know what he would do if I told anybody. But God, I couldn’t take this for any longer. I couldn’t take it anymore.

I ran my fingers over my face and my hair, sighing. I opened my mouth to speak, but only sobs and pants came out. 

“Oh, baby, come here.” Mom urged for me, stretching her arms out to me along with dad. His blue eyes held strong concern. I walked over to them and fell into their arms. I cried into their clothes, their arms wrapped around me, dad’s one hand was soothing my back. “Is it someone at school? Is it Roy?” I nodded my head feverishly. “What did he do? Did he hurt you? God, I always knew there was something wrong about him.”

“Tell us, baby, so we can figure it out together.” Dad said. I looked up at him. “We’re here for you, baby girl. We’ve always been. Whatever it is, you can tell us. Even if you think you can’t, please do.” 

“Just tell us, hon. We will do anything to make you happy.” Mom urged and I slowly calmed myself. And told them everything. How Roy had been abusing me for the past few months and told me to not tell anyone. How I had been using dumb excuses for my bruises and scars every time they had noticed and asked. How I had been too scared to tell anybody.

“Baby, how-” Mom couldn’t even form words.

“Haven’t you got any idea of what we can do?” Dad said.

“What?” I asked.

“Baby, we have all the power.” Mom gave me a wicked smile. “To do anything. Get revenge on someone, get something, destroy the wo-”

“Harley, please.” Dad stopped her. “We could’ve done something so long ago.”

“But I thought you guys were… I didn’t know about your… power.” 

“Now you know.” Mom spoke. “So let’s get him.”

“W-what, I-I just-”

“Don’t say you don’t want to get rid of him.” Dad said. “Harls, get hers and your costume, this Roy will finally meet his ‘girlfriend’s’ parents.” Dad spoke and stood up, walking down the hallway. I turned to mom.

“What? C-costumes? What did he mean?” I asked. Mom only smiled again and took my hand, dragging me upstairs. After a little while, we were both in matching red and black costumes with white and checker-style details. Mom improved my make up situation, making my mint-green hair into a bun like hers.

“Oh, baby, I’m so excited.” She said, putting some lipstick on my lips. “Haven’t gone out this way since you were in me.” Weird. “We’re finally gonna show you bits of our old life. Perhaps later we can teach you how to fight and… well, live.” She spoke, giggling after. Mom took my hand and dragged down to the very basement where I saw things I had never seen in my life. Dozens of guns stocked in different shelfs, all over the place. 

“Wow.” I breathed out, all the sadness gone. 

“I know, hon. Let me just take two.” Mom said. She walked over to a black box and came back with two guns - one was gold, the other white with gold touches. “Alright, now let’s go. J’s probably already waiting for us.” We walked back into the main room, and there was dad standing in a purple suit. It was perfect, no flaws. 

“Well, aren’t my girls looking beautiful?” He smiled, accenting the last word, which made mom giggle. I felt very insecure and uncomfortable in this costume, I never wear tight clothes. “Let’s go now.” 

We got into dad’s lamborghini and soon were at Roy’s place. A big jeep in the driveway gave away that his parents were home. What would we do about them?

We got out, me and mom following dad, and simply came in through the front door. Roy was standing behind his parents, it looked like we interrupted something. I stood behind dad, looking doubtfully over at mom. 

“Don’t worry, hon.” Mom whispered, sending me a wink. I gave her a weak smile, holding onto dad’s hand. 

“Who the hell are you?” Roy’s voice cut through the tense silence. Dad laughed in a way I had never heard before, tilting his head back.

“Oh, boy. Do you really need to be asking the questions here?” Dad spoke in a seductive way.

“How about we ask you a few questions, Roy?” Mom spat his name like poison. The looks on Roy’s family’s faces were ridiculous. 

“For example, Roy’s parents, do you know how my daughter’s and your son’s relationship is going?”

“Y-yes, it’s like a piece of cake.” Roy’s mom said.

“Is that so?” My mom asked. “What do you think, mister?” She pointed her finger at Roy’s dad. 

“I think it’s the same as my wife thinks.”

“Hmm.” Mom narrowed her eyes in doubt.

“You see, we got complains from our daughter here that… their relationship hasn’t been going so well the past few months.” Dad spoke. “She told us Roy here has been abusing our baby doll. Do you know anything about that?” Roy’s parents turned around to him with wide eyes.

“Roy? Is that true?” His mom exclaimed.

“N-no, of c-course not, y-you know I wouldn’t d-do that.” Roy stammered. Pussy. 

“Of course it’s true. Our baby would never lie to us.” Mom said. “Y/N, can you tell them?” I came out in front of my parents with the biggest confidence I had felt in my life.

“Yes. It’s true. Roy has been abusing me for five months. He told me to never tell anyone or it would get worse. But now, knowing what my parents are capable of, I could finally have the courage to tell them.” I said. “I honestly don’t know what you get out of it, Roy. Wait, I know - you’re a pathetic sadist, who’s reputation is made of bad things only.” I spat. 

“Yes, that’s right.” Dad nodded. “That’s the truth. We’ve seen the scars.”

“Roy! I can’t believe this!” His mom exclaimed. 

“Don’t worry, miss.” Mom said with a sarcastic smile.

“You won’t have to deal with him.” Dad spoke.

“We’ll do it for you.” Mom finished. The next things happening were a blur. Loud noises, like shots and Roy’s parents’ bodies falling to the ground. Mom and dad were laughing. I looked at Roy and laughed myself. The boy had pissed himself with the biggest fearful eyes I’d ever seen. 

“Oh my God.” I said between laughs. Mom and dad walked to stand next to me and mom handed me her gun.

“I think you have the honor, baby.” She said with a wicked smile. I took the gun from her and put it up in front of me, aiming at Roy. The actions came practically naturally.

“It’s in her genes.” Dad said with a smirk.

“Y/N, no, please don’t do this. I will be better, I promise, I won’t hurt you again, I know what comes of it, I-”

“Shh.” I said with a smile and pulled the trigger, aiming at his forehead.

For A While {Daniel Seavey}

Dear Anon who sent me message about Toner and Meg, could you message me like I have some things to say…

In other news I changed my layout and I’m pretty hype about it so don’t touch me about it


You could hear the crying as soon as you stepped into the house. No one was home except for Daniel, he was the one who invited you. You didn’t expect to hear him sobbing however. You entered his room to see him sitting beside his bed facing the door.

“Daniel I’m here, what’s wrong?” You said sitting down right beside him and putting an arm around his shoulder.

“Nothing it’s just she cheated on me so I broke up with her.” Daniel said wiping his tears away with his black sleeve. You hated Brooke ever since you were introduced to her as Daniel’s girlfriend. She was always flirting with the other guys, but they loved Daniel to much to reciprocate. 

“You were too good for her Daniel trust me,” You said taking away your arm.

“You can put your arm back Y/N,” Daniel said leaning into you.”I’m mad at myself because I let it happen. I knew the late nights out and the late mornings in meant she was up to something but I kept up with the charade.”

“You loved her so you didn’t see what was happening, no one would blame you.” You said as you leaned your head on Daniel’s shoulder. His head then laying on top of yours.

“I didn’t love her, I loved the idea of a pretty girl being with me,” It was true, she was the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen, in real life.

“I get it.” You had no idea what to say. You loved Daniel and seeing him going after tons of girls while you were right next to him through all of it, hurt. 

“I don’t think you do Y/N,” Daniel said as his head still rested on yours.

“What do you mean?” You said in a chuckle.

“You don’t believe me, you never do, but you were way prettier and are way prettier than Brooke inside and out,” He professed.

“Daniel I-”

“See,” Daniel hushed, “I have been doing all of this wrong. I was standing next to an amazing girl that I truly loved but I was too freaking stupid to see it. I love you Y/N and I know you don’t feel the same way, I just had to say it, for me.”

“I think you’re just vulnerable right now Daniel. You’re here sinking and I’m just the closest life raft.” You said as tears formed in your eyes. It hurt even more to reject him.

“But I was never sinking Y/N, I was just right above water because you kept me there and I needed you,” Daniel said lifting his head up and moving in front of you.

“You aren’t ready for a girlfriend yet Daniel and tomorrow, after your eyes dry, you’ll realize that you don’t love me and you never have,” A tear fell from your eyes. Saying those words out loud made them permanent and that was the worst of it.

“I just - I can’t - Y/N you stayed here with me through all of this you must love me too right?” Daniel questioned. 

“I guess I’m just a good friend.” You said and another tear fell because you did love him and you lied.

“Y/N tell me.” Daniel said as he took both of your hands.

“Okay. Fine. Daniel I love you and I have for the longest time that I don’t know what I did before you. I tried to love you less when you dated girls like Brooke, but I couldn’t. You’re like an addiction Daniel, but I know that you are just in a time of need right now, I’m not gonna let my stupid feelings get in the way of you getting over Brooke in a healthy way.” More tears fell as you took your hands out of Daniel’s and set them on the floor.

“I will love you Y/N tomorrow morning and night and all the space in between for the rest of my days. I will hate myself knowing I could never be with you because I was blind to what we had.” Daniel said getting closer to you.

“You mean that?”

“I do Y/N,” A smile formed on his face. The same smile that made you fall in love with him.

“I love you too much to let you go Daniel.”

“Then don’t.” He placed and hand on your face pulling you into his and he kissed you. You kissed back. You have wanted to kiss this mess of a man for as long as you can remember. It wasn’t on some bridge under the moonlight like you’d imagined, but it was something better entirely. 

You both pulled away letting the silence overwhelm you. It was perfect.

“I know you said I’m not ready to date yet, and I just got out of a relationship, so I’m not really, but I can’t let you slip through my fingers again Y/N” Daniel said pulling you into a hug.

“I’ll wait for you, I always have and for what I can tell, I will for a while.”

“I’m sorry for being such a stupid dumb idiot Y/N” The hug still consuming you.

“At least you’re my stupid dumb idiot.”


i can’t keep ackin’ like these are up to par with the big dogs in the WDW tumblr world 

but thanks to ya guys who still like em

it means a whole much even if i say nothing

i have no idea how many likes this is gonna get cos i tried to make it a little sappy but 


catch ya on the flip

Music Series: Marry You by Bruno Mars

This is short but sweet, and I really like it. I think Harry is probably quite the hopeless romantic, at least I hope so as it would be nice to know I’m not the only one left in this world…dying breed, I think…sad…

Enjoy my creation for “Marry You” by Bruno Mars, which can be found on my Spotify Playlist called ‘I Love You Long Time’, HERE.




It’s a beautiful night,

We’re looking for something dumb to do.

Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you.

Is it the look in your eyes,

Or is it this dancing juice?

Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you.

“I have an idea!” Harry giggles, kissing your cheek.

“Okay, let’s hear it then,” you smile and giggle. How could anyone be so adorable, you thought to yourself.

“Let’s get married!” Harry beams, eyes full and dimples shining. “Right now! Let’s go find…wherever does that…and let’s do it!”

“You’re crazy!” you laugh.

“I’m crazy because I want to spend the rest of my life with you?” he giggles again.

“No, you’re crazy because you want to get married and it’s only our second date!” you laugh as he kisses you.

“But I’ve been chasing you for months! You just finally let me catch you,” he smirks, his thumb tracing your lips and kissing them tenderly. “Loved you for months already.”

“You’re crazy!” you laugh as he wraps his arms around you.

Well I know this little chapel on the boulevard we can go oh oh oh,

No one will know oh oh oh, Oh, come on, girl.

Who cares if we’re trashed got a pocket full of cash we can blow oh oh oh,

Shots of patron, And it’s on, girl.

You smile as Harry pays the street vendor for the bouquet of flowers, handing them to you with a kiss.

“Marry me now?” he smiles. “You have a bouquet and everything!”

You giggle. “I think you’ve had too much to drink.”

“I’ve not,” Harry chuckles. “Only the one. So what do you say? Marry me?”

You hug him tightly and kiss his lips softly, then whisper in his ear. “You’re crazy.”

I’ll go get a ring let the choir bells sing like oooh,

So what you wanna do? Let’s just run girl.

If we wake up and you wanna break up that’s cool.

No, I won’t blame you; It was fun, girl.

Don’t say no, no, no, no-no; Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah;

And we’ll go, go, go, go-go. If you’re ready, like I’m ready.

The two of you lay under the stars on the blanket on the grassy little hill, having loved your time together on your romantic holiday.

“I wish this would never end,” you say, looking around at the bright lights high above you. Harry looks at you, watching you stare up into the night sky with a content, peaceful look on your face.

“I know how we can keep it always,” Harry says sweetly, his finger lightly tracing along your jaw, then caressing your soft lips. You turn your head and look at him with a grin. “Marry me.”

You smile, thinking his teasing of marriage continues.

“What are you going to do when I decide to tease you back and accept your proposal?” you giggle.

“I’m going to grab hold of you and run to the nearest little wedding chapel before you change your mind,” he smiles. “I’m going to thank those stars up there that you accept. And I’m going to show you everyday for the rest of your life how much I am in love with you.”

You notice the serious look on his face and your heart speeds and stomach flutters, realizing he’s been serious all along. He hadn’t been teasing. He leans to you, leaving a sweet, slow kiss on your lips.

“Marry me…”

Just say I doooooo-ooo uhu,

Tell me right now baby, Tell me right now baby, baby.

Oh, it’s a beautiful night,

We’re looking for something dumb to do.

Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you.

Is it the look in your eyes, Or is it this dancing juice?

Who cares baby, I think I wanna marry you.


Girls have a bonding time + “we just can’t get these two jackasses to get along”


So apparently I pissed off a wizard today. He couldn’t believe that someone could be so rude to him. All I did was tell him to get out of my way. But apparently I was being, “arrogant, self-entitled and rude.” I laughed him off. I could have easily done something much worse. He looked like such a wimp standing next to me. And apparently laughing at him was also not the right answer.

“I’ll show you what it’s like to be small,” he muttered under his breath.

“Whatever. Just get out of my way. I want to use the squat rack,” I said. He got out of my way still muttering something under his breath. I didn’t care. The gym wasn’t his. I had every right to use whatever equipment I wanted. Besides he was just standing there looking at his phone. I wasn’t going to let it bother me. I just went to my work out. I removed his ten pound plates and put several 45 pound ones on.

The rest of my work out went smoothly. I felt a nice, strong pump going on. It was definitely a good day. I went to the locker room and started undressing. There was another guy in there. One of those really scrawny types. Someone who looked like he’d never shaved in his life. Not because he had a lot of hair but because his body just didn’t grow it. He had to be in his mid-twenties too. I felt like this day got even better.

“Hey squirt,” I smiled. He looked up in awe; drinking in my massive body. “I noticed you’re just getting ready for a workout.” He nodded, mouth agape. I reached down and grabbed his phone off the bench, “Why not after you finish your workout you send me a text. Then we can work on your cardio.”

He smiled blankly at the stupid one liner. I knew how dumb it sounded but it still worked some of the time. And this guy was clearly into it. He nodded again and reached for his phone. However a shock went through my system as he touched my hand.

I had no idea what was going on. My body felt like it couldn’t move. I stared down at my massive hands. There was something different about them. They were smaller! “What the…” I backed up into the lockers. My whole body felt different. Looking in the mirror I could see it shrinking. Years of working out going down the drain. My thick arms dwindling down to almost nothing. My large impressive chest flattening against my rib cage. My thick juicy legs turning into scrawny little chicken legs better suited for my now much smaller body.

I stood there in awe; my XL shirt draping to one side while my shorts fell to the floor. I couldn’t believe it. “What was that?” A gruff voice in front of me asked. I looked up to see a massive hairy dude standing in front of me. “Damn. That felt good. And my voice… Shit.” He smiled stupidly at how deep it was. My body was churning looking at the impressively handsome man in front of me.

He finally made eye contact as he finished staring down his own body, “So you want to work on a bit of cardio today? Huh, pup? I could use some of that.” My heart nearly skipped a beat as he prodded his light belly fat. My hands were fighting not to rub that thick hairy chest in front of me. I wanted that body to hold me so tightly. “Who says we have to wait until after the workout.” He flexed his arm giving me a sly smirk. I smiled knowing exactly what he meant.

The wizard apparently tried to curse me but there was no way I was going to let something this good pass me up. Like having a big guy like him around would be so terrible. I couldn’t help but laugh at how dumb that wizard actually was.

The Whining Over "Yandere-chan's Childhood."

So I just woke up and saw Yandere Dev’s latest video highlighting Yandere-chan’s childhood. This post isn’t really about the video itself, because I thought the video was really well done, but more on the “”“”“"controversy”“”“”“ surrounding it. There are huge quotes surrounding controversy because what people are complaining about right now so stupid it shouldn’t even be controversial.

In an 8 minute and 16 second video, the thing that has people so upset, was a 5 second scene of Yan-chan killing a freaking cat. This leaves me confused and quite frankly terrified. The comment section to that video was radiating cancer. In a game where Yan-chan murders and manipulates other human beings in the most horrible ways possible…. people are mad over a cat??? But for some reason are not mad over the inhuman killings of other human beings? I saw people talking about how they’d rather see other people get killed, than ONE damn cat. One person said they’d rather see a baby get killed than *ONE* goddamm cat. Slowly losing faith in humanity one dumb comment at a time. :)

I understand being upset over a cat being killed. It’s ok to feel sad over an animal dying. Really I do, but….seriously people, grow the hell up! If you’re upset over a cat being killed in a game where mass murder is an acceptable route to take, you’re obviously not mature enough for Yandere Simulator. I just needed to rant because this is really ridiculous. And this happened before too. Remember when Yandere Dev wanted to implement cat-killing to cover up the scent of a dead body so police dogs couldn’t smell it? People were losing their minds! Even though, this was an optional choice to make and no one was going to be forced to do this. Over something so miniscule. Yandere-chan: *kills people* People: “That’s cool.” Yandere-chan: *Kills one dumb freaking cat* People: “ToO eDgY!” Oh, so NOW it’s too edgy? And people honestly wonder why they get called “whiney SJWs.” Ironically, it’s what i’m doing now. Whining and complaining. But to be fair, I feel like what i’m complaining about is more important. I don’t know how someone can actually put the life of an animal above the life another human being. As much as I love and care for animals, I wouldnt even put them on the same level! And before someone screeches, “ It’S mY oPiNiOn!!!!” (Which is the refute people always use when they don’t like having their ideas challenged)

I know that already…. I’m not trying to dispute that. But freedom of speech works both ways. You cant have your cake and eat it too. You can say whatever the hell you want, and I can tell you how shitty your opinion is. That’s how freedom of speech works. No one’s trying to silence your shitty opinions.

Thanks for reading. :3 From: A whiney SJW Prick