would it be a lie to say i don't really like him

POT Dating Tips

1. Always confirm the same day that you guys are meeting. These men have crazy schedules and they can cancel on you same day, best to know before you do your hair & makeup. 

2. Never drive or uber a long distance to meet them. They should offer to come to you and if they don’t they should offer to uber you. I always get ubered to my dates, I never give them my real address obviously but somewhere close that I could walk or a place I could drive to and leave my car. Driving or ubering a far distance because he said he would reimburse you isn’t worth the risk. These men ain’t shit! they will lie to you. Don’t risk being out of gas or money, never worth it. 

3. Always vet them before you meet them, nothing worse than going on POT date to find out he wants to pay you 200 per meeting. ASk questions nothing to invasive but just enough to see if can meet your needs. If you want monthly allowances make sure he’s open to that. IF he wants to do per meet to start, discuss how much. You can obviously negotiate a better price in person, but make sure you guys are in the same range $$$.  Don't’ waste your hair/makeup and a cute outfit on a fuck boy who thinks he’s a sugar daddy. NEVER go on the POT with someone who gives you weird vibes, I mean if he’s weird over the phone he probably won’t be better in person, nothing is worth your safety. 

4. Be cute but comfortable, Opt for the heels that are more comfortable over the ones that may look better with the outfit.  Nothing worst than being out and having your feet hurt the entire time. 

5. Be sexy and alluring without showing too much. I have big boobs so no matter what I wear their gonna show, but I always wear dresses that aren’t  too tight or show that much cleavage. He may want to take you to social events with his colleagues or friends, you don’t want to show up on your first encounter with your boobs out or a dress that barely covers your ass. You want to give off a lady in the streets but a freak in the sheets vibe. You don’t have to spend much to look great, Forever 21 or Zara has great dress options that are affordable. Macy’s always has in store sales on shoes ( Got a couple of heels from there), DSW also. A little black dress with some cute heels and some simple accessories can go a long way, ladies. For new sugars, you can spend under 100 bucks buy a cute outfit that you can re-wear to multiple POT dates. Ball on a budget until you can get him to take you, to Saks ;)

6. Knowledge is key! reading book  Ho Tactics and the art of seduction has really stepped my sugar skills up. Body language and confidence is everything! This may sound silly but I practice my faces in the mirror so I can get an idea of what I’m looking like when I say certain things, also what angles i look best in so I know how to tilt my head or smile. You have to mindfuck these to give you everything you want but never had. I always give eye contact it shows that you are really engaged it also turns guys on. I always order martinis or wine because of the way the glass fit in your hand. Eating a  olive off a  toothpick while eye fucking a guy will drive him crazy. Always ask follow up questions, whens he’s going on and on about his job or life, in general, show that your interested make comments be engaging. Also, brush up on current events, I use the SKIMM to help keep me up to date on current events. Be pretty but also cultured.

7. Always choose a high-end restaurant in your area. I usually yelp and look for restaurants with $$$ that has the best reviews, I legit have been to areas in D.C that I wouldn’t have been able to afford or even heard of. Set your standards high and don’t lower them. Don’t ever go out with a guy who thinks going to some cheap chain restaurant is acceptable. Like your makeup shouldn’t cost more than the menu. Gain knowledge on the nicest spots in your area, if he wants to take you somewhere lower end that’s the easiest way to spot a Splenda. If it doesn’t go anywhere at least you got to go to a nice ass restaurant, ate some good ass food, and drank some wine that cost as much your textbooks. Still a win. 

8. If you’re meeting for a quick date such as Starbucks ( which I don’t even recommend, they give me Splenda vibes)  make sure you choose a time when it’s not too pack. You don’t want to walk into a packed Starbucks with the line to door and no seats for your first date it sets an awkward tone. You want to be in a quiet setting where you can discuss the arrangement privately, without random people walking by every minute.  Choose a time after lunch, or later in the evening. 

9.Safety First! Never give out private information, give out fake email address, phone numbers, etc. The only thing I’m truthful about is that I’m a student and my age. Never get into a POT car, or go back to his place. I also send my friends my location so they know where I’m at all times. Also download a safety app, very useful. If a guy gives you weird vibe excuse yourself to the bathroom and call a uber, try to find a different exit and leave his ass. Never meet up in a sketchy area or place. Make sure the place is public and that it is quiet but moderately packed. Never meet up too late in the night, and don't’ over a drink. Overdrinking puts you in a bad head space which can lead to a bad situation that could be unsafe. I have no more than 3 cocktails on date depending on the time we are together. These sites are filled with psychos, be careful !. 

10. Last but not least Never give up the pussy until you get yours. Things happen maybe you drank too much, or he was really cute so the chemistry was there but it is never a good idea to sleep with POT before the arrangement has been hashed out.  This is not normal dating and he is not your bf. Unless he’s paying your bills, tuition, rent or aiding your makeup addiction why does he deserve pussy???? Always get your first, these men will fuck and dip out never to be seen again. GIving him quick access will not get your bills paid sis, don’t do it. Before you think about giving him some think about your rent that’s about to be due, the tuition you still have to pay, that car payment, or Rihanna new makeup line that’s about to drop.  Pussy is power use it wisely!

Feel free to add on ladies. Pusssy is power, let’s encourage each other and help each other to mindfuck these men! #TeamVagina

Secrets

This is a (decently long, sorry for the lack of writing these past few days) one-shot for the below prompt! It… didn’t turn out exactly like the ask, but I hope you like it anyway! I’ve been wanting to try writing trans!lance for a while because I absolutely love that hc, and I really enjoyed writing this, so let me know if you guys like it, because I could definitely see myself doing another fic with it.

Trans! Lance where an asshole alien keeps miss gendering Lance and being transphobic and he starts to get upset and then the team overhears this happening and are about to kick the aliens ass.

I tried to make it gen… but it ended up being very klance, especially at the end… so uh… I hope you like it anyway! Sorry this always happens when I try to write gen fics.


Only half the team knew.

Contrary to their belief, Lance was actually an expert secret keeper. With a large family like his, he had to know when to keep his mouth shut. So, despite the loud, obnoxious, open persona he displayed for the others, he could also be sneaky.

He’d the had practice of years sneaking out of the Garrison, or even his house when he was little to go see the beach at night with his siblings.

So, keeping a secret on an unbelievably large castle ship with only six other people on it was easy.

Or at least, it should’ve been.

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anonymous asked:

PROMPT: D & P somehow get into a debate over who is kinkier in bed. Phil says something like 'Just because you have 5 vibrators doesn't make you more kinky. And yes. I know you have them. I hear the buzzing at two am bc I'm a heavy sleeper but you don't know how to be quiet' then cue rough sex

Warning!! Smut: Top! Phil, daddy kink, degradation, dirty talk, vocal Dan, bantz, dom! Phil, coming untouched (twice), coming in pants (once), etc.


~Thinking about it, Dan was almost positive him and Phil had rarely ever had a proper, real argument. It was usually about silly things when they did; anime, editing, memes, etc. Then when they did have an actual fight, it always resulted in them both crying and saying sorry. This time it was different, this wasn’t a real argument, this was leading into territory that hadn’t ever really gone too before.

~Dan and Phil had been joking around, sat in their lounge talking mindlessly about something, tossing back and forth a small bouncy ball they found and laughing. Dan was a lousy throw, missed, and hit Phil in the eye. To which, Phil replied with, “Kinky.”

~Dan snorted slightly and shrugged. “Nah kinky would be if I had called you daddy and threw it at you acting like a pissed off toddler.” He said pointedly, catching the ball and throwing it back. “I guess you’re right. I guess you aren’t as kinky as me then.” He said mostly to joke, throwing the ball back before seeing Dan raise an eyebrow.

~Dan gave him a questioning look, shaking his head before throwing the ball back to him. “Yeah I highly doubt that you’re kinkier than me, Lester.” He challenged, to which Phil smirked in response. “Just because you have like five vibrators doesn’t mean you’re kinkier than me.”

~Dan felt his ears turn red, looking away and blushing, not commenting back. “Yes I know you have them. I’m no idiot, I can hear the buzzing at like two AM. Or at least I would be able too if you knew how to stay quiet.” He chuckled softly, seeing Dan turn even more red.

~Dan finally looked up, shrugging. “I’ve always been vocal. I just figured you’d be asleep by then..” He trailed off, looking away again and blushing once more. “Dan, I’ve been your best friend for years and you still don’t know I’m never asleep at 2 am?” Phil laughed softly.

~Dan shrugged again, trying to brush it all off and play it cool. “I’m still kinkier than you fuck off.” He attempted to change the subject. “I don’t believe that for a second. Just because you moan like  bitch in heat doesn’t mean you’re kinky, or good in bed.” He smirked.

~Dan gave him an offended look, glaring a bit. “Shut up!” He threw a pillow at him from the couch. “Im plenty good in bed, and far kinkier than you could even dream of being.” He said, to which Phil instant denied. “Yeah no. I would ask for proof, but I don’t feel like being disappointed.” He teased, knowing Dan would get more riled up the more he went on like this.

~Phil chuckled deeply when Dan didn’t reply. “I guess I’m right. Dan Howell isn’t kinkier than me, and he’s shit in bed.” He declared, mostly to himself, seeing Dan’s face turn red from a mixture of anger and embarrassment. “I’m great in bed. Maybe you’re the one who sucks in bed, that’s why you’re harping on me so much.” He accused, seeing Phil raise an eyebrow at him.

~Phil brushed off the accusation, leaning back on the couch and putting his hands behind his head. “Sorry, I don’t get affected by very wrong accusations like you.” He hummed. “Are you saying yours against me was false then?” Dan smirked. “No I still think you suck in bed.” Phil laughed, looking over at him with that damn smirk still plastered on his face.

~Dan huffed and crossed his arms, glaring at him. “And what makes you think you’re so damn good in bed?” He asked. “Mhm?”

~Phil laughed, giving him a small shrug and closing his eyes. “I’d bet money I could make you cum untouched before i was even close.” He said casually. “Hell, I’d bet money I could have you begging me for it within 10 minutes.”

~Dan chuckled sarcastically. “Yeah right. You couldn’t get into my pants even if you took me to dinner and a movie first.” He snorted.

~Phil looked over at him once more, pushing his hair off his face and sitting up, chuckling deeply. “You say that because you know it’s true. You know easily I could have you begging for my cock, whimpering and whining for me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk the next day.”

~Dan swallowed visibly at his words, trying to push them away and shaking his head. “Oh whatever.” He denied. “Don’t lie to yourself Danny. I know damn well you want me. All those cries of my name and daddy over and over again in the middle of the night. You always sound so pretty, almost like you’re purposely putting on a show knowing I’m awake. I bet you look even better.”

~Dan was blushing furiously again, shaking his head but not speaking. “Awe..” Phil smirked, moving a hand on Dan’s thigh and squeezing gently. “Getting all worked up, Dan?” He cooed, leaning over and biting his earlobe gently. “Thinking about how nicely I’d stretch you open, how much better it’d be than all your toys, having me fucking into you, holding you down and marking up your neck and chest, making you my property?” He hummed.

~Dan didn’t even try to shake his head in denial, letting a small whimper pass his lips as Phil spoke. He felt himself being pushed back, Phil crawling between his legs in a swift motion and ghosting his lips over Dan’s neck. “You’d like that wouldn’t you baby? My thick cock ruining your pretty hole, teeth sinking into your neck and leaving dark bruises, my cum filling you up nicely..” He started placing small kisses down Dan’s neck.

~Phil moved down the side of his neck, kissing gently, occasionally taking the smooth skin between his teeth and nipping quickly. Dan was squirming under him, quickly becoming a mess. “Fuck..Phil..” Dan whimpered out, hands gripping the older male’s shirt tightly. “What baby boy?” Phil smirked gently.

~Dan whimpered loudly, his head thrown back as Phil bit down roughly and sucked a few proper marks against his throat. “Fuck me!” He cried out without thinking, gasping when Phil’s lips detached from his beck and moved to his mouth.

~Phil kissed him for a while, his hands moving under his shirt and rubbing circles into his hip bones. Dan was whimpering into his mouth, kissing back messily as he wiggled under him. “Please Phil.” He whined when Phil pulled back from the kiss, watching the older male tug off his shirt quickly. Dan did the same, looking at him with desperate eyes.

~Phil chuckled and leaned back down, feeling Dan’s hands fumbling with his belt, the metal clinking and Dan’s moaning the only sound in the room. Dan’s hands moved back, his arms around Phil and his nails dragging down his back once Phil started grinding into him, hips rutting together roughly.

~Dan was coming undone too soon, he felt like a horny teenager all over again as Phil’s hips rolled into his own, the friction of his jeans and boxers against the head of his cock almost enough to send him over the edge already, just needing a little more. He moaned loudly, feeling Phil nip his bottom lip and tug it back, attacking his mouth again for another heated kiss.

~Phil moved his hand down quickly, starting to palm Dan through his jeans firmly. Dan was getting louder, his moans and whimpers bouncing off the walls and drowning out all other sound. He cried out, starting to cum hard, blushing a deep red as he did.

~Phil chuckled softly, smirking. “I guess I was wrong..” He hummed. “About..?” Dan panted slightly, feeling Phil’s hips still pressing into his own. “You are good in bed. So far.” He smirked, his lips reattaching to Dan’s quickly, his hips still rolling into his.

~Dan didn’t take long to get hard again, Phil having some surreal effect on his libido he had never seen before, not that he was complaining. He felt Phil’s fingers hook under his jeans, tugging them down with force until they were on the ground.

~Phil did the same, slowly stripping with him until there was a pile on the ground of all their clothes. Phil reached down, wrapping his hand around the younger male’s cock and starting to stroke slowly, his thumb rubbing over the tip and over his slit repeatedly, Dan bucking his hips up in response each time, desperate for the touch.

~Dan wasn’t quiet, he never was, but in the sexual aspect he was a vocal guy. He liked to moan, he liked to put on a show for whoever was fucking him, and Phil would be lying if he said it wasn’t the hottest thing he had ever seen in his life. “Should we go to the bed?” Dan asked between kissing, whining and pouting when he felt Phil’s hand pull away from his aching cock.

~Phil gripped his ass, pulling him into his lap and lifting him up with surprising ease, carrying him to the bedroom with his lips attached to his neck. Dan felt his back hit the bed, Phil between his legs again and his hand fumbling to the side for his top drawer, finding the small blue bottle of lube and handing it to Phil.

~Phil chuckled, popping the cap and pouring a thick layer over three of his fingers, moving his hand between Dan’s legs and circling his rim. Dan shivered, his thighs shaking in anticipation before letting out a loud, strained moan when Phil slipped two fingers into him with ease.

~Phil worked his fingers in and out of the whimpering, writhing man under him, curling them slowly to try and find his spot. He smirked, hearing Dan cry out, his back arching off the mattress once he found it. He added a third digit, scissoring his fingers slowly for a moment before deciding he was stretched enough, spending a few moments rubbing against Dan’s prostate.

~Dan was whining at the top of his lungs, breathless, covered in a thin layer of sweat and his hair curling against his forehead as he was worked open. Phil was in awe, drinking in the sight and sound of Dan. “You sound so good baby..such a slut for me already.” He breathed, pulling his fingers out slowly.

~Dan whimpered, his legs wrapping around Phil’s hips and trying to pull him closer. Phil chuckled, smacking his thigh as a warning. “Don’t be a greedy slut or I’ll leave you here with a vibrator in as punishment. I could get off on my own, come back later when I’, ready to use your hole for my pleasure, just leave you hear unable to cum with a toy against your spot for a few hours.” He threatened, watching Dan shake his head.

~Phil chuckled softly, smirking. “That’s what I thought baby..” he said, stroking over himself and coating his length with the leftover lube, moaning lowly. He positioned at his entrance, pushing in his tip before pulling out, smirking when Dan whined and started clenching around nothing, his head thrashing back in frustration. “Beg.” Phil smirked.

~Dan pouted, looking up at him and whining loudly, no longer caring. “Please daddy just fuck me! I’ve been so good, I’ve been such a good slut for you. Please just fuck me, use me, ruin me, make me yours.” He begged, gasping and arching his back when he felt Phil push in suddenly.

~Dan’s whole body shook, feeling more full than ever, his hands grasping at nothing for something, anything to grip as Phil started to fuck him quickly, barely giving him time to adjust. It hurt, but in all the best ays. The burning, Phil hitting his prostate dead on over and over again as if he had done this a thousand times, his nails digging into Dan;s hips as he gripped them for leverage. Dan was in bliss, tears in the corner of his eyes from the intense pleasure.

~Phil was breathless, thrusting harder and harder into Dan, their hips slamming together each time he pushed back in. Dan was unbelievably tight, warm, swallowing his cock perfectly, screaming his name. He felt Dan move up, his arms around him again and his nails dragging down his back probably hard enough to draw blood.

~Phil groaned loudly, trying to keep quiet and enjoy the beautiful noises pouring from Dan’s swollen and pink parted lips. “God fucking dammit..” Phil muttered, leaning down and resting his forehead against Dan’s as he thrusted hard. “You’re so good baby..so good for me. Taking my cock like you were made too, all these pretty moans and curses all for me.”

~Dan nodded, rocking his hips into him as he was slammed into over and over again. “All for you daddy fuck!” He was almost screaming, unable to stay quiet for more than a moment, the build of his orgasm tightening in his stomach. Only a few short moments later he was coming again, white ribbons along both of their chests, loud shouts of Phil’s name and various obscenities pouring from his mouth at high enough volume he was sure everyone on their floor could hear him, but he didn’t care.

~Phil started breathing heavy, Dan tightening around him as he came for the second time that night, the feeling sending him over the edge. His thrusts became less rhythmic as he grew closer, Dan clenching tightly around him until he came himself, deep inside the younger male, gasping and groaning, his hips moving erratically as he rode out his orgasm.

~Phil collapsed onto him, rolling over and pulling out, hearing Dan whimper quietly as his cum dripped out of him slightly. Dan moved over to lean on him, looking at him and smiling a little. “Wanna nap and then we’ll talk about this?” He offered, seeing Phil nod before they both passed out. 



A/N: Can I just with the fact that I still always listen to Often by The Weeknd whenever I write lmao. This is 2.3 k, so t’s seriously official, I can’t write a short hc. 

DEATHLESS.

the following prompts were taken from the novel deathless by catherynne m. valente, an american novelist & poet. the novel was loosely based on the tale of koschei the deathless, incorporating other elements of russian mythology, & setting it against the backdrop of the russian revolution. feel free to change the pronouns / prompts as you see fit, but be warned – below the cut, it’s quite long !


  • ❛ the service of your body is not yours to give as you please. ❜
  • ❛ you probably won’t survive. ❜
  • ❛ go. run. don’t look behind you. ❜
  • ❛ i have come for the girl in the window. ❜
  • ❛ i will never be without information. ❜
  • ❛ i will see him with his skin off before i fall in love. ❜
  • ❛ if the world is divided into seeing & not seeing, i will always choose to see. ❜
  • ❛ secrets are jealous things, permitting no fraternization. ❜
  • ❛ no, it’s not like that, when magic comes. ❜
  • ❛ magic does that. it wastes you away. once it grips you by the ear, the world gets quieter & quieter until you can hardly hear it at all. ❜
  • ❛ the sight of it bruised my heart so that i cannot think about anything else. ❜
  • ❛ i’ll be so quiet, i’ll never talk again. ❜
  • ❛ keep me & obey me, for i am your husband, & i can destroy you. ❜
  • ❛ i shall be clever, & i shall not let him go. ❜
  • ❛ it is a new world, & we do not wish to be left behind. ❜

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Favorite  Drama’s

 ~Just a few of my favorites, so if you find yourself in a spot of not knowing what to watch…check these out!~ (Some on this list I haven't completed yet.)

  1. Scarlet Heart Ryeo~ Lee Joon Gi and IU: I have watched this drama, no lie 6 times and it still hurts everytime I watch it. I don't know why I keep doing this to myself… Oh yeah.. Lee Joon Gi as Wang So, that’s why. ( @ashes-of-elysian ) right?
  2. Just You~ Aaron Yan (Taiwanese): This is another drama I can just keep watching… I find the story cute and I love the characters.
  3. Strong Woman Do Bong Soon~ Park Hyung Sik: I fell in love with this drama because of the chemistry between the two leads. Hyung Sik is just so extra and lovable. A+++ drama.
  4. Love Rain~ Jang Geun Suk and Yoona: It’s cute, fun and has many heart warming moments. and I love Yoona.
  5. Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo~Nam Joo Hyuk: Adorable from start to finish, although when you’re finished you really wanna say “SWAG” a lot.
  6.  Whirlwind Girl~ Yang Yang:( Chinese)  China is infamous for making brutal and heart-wrenching dramas. This one is no different.   The main lead gets beat down constantly and somehow keeps getting back up. I must love to suffer because I really liked it.( Martial Arts Drama)
  7. The Scholar Who Walks The Night~ Lee Joon Gi: Vampires, bloody fights and a hint of romance. Not too shabby.
  8. Fabulous Boys~( Taiwanese version of You’re beautiful) Jiro Wang: I liked this version better than the Korean one. The actors meshed better and the female lead was warm. I liked that.
  9. Fight My Way~ Park Seo Joon: LOVED THIS DRAMA. Funny, charismatic and dynamic.  First love and friendship.
  10. Bong Soon: Cyborg in love~ Cho Kyuhyun: Okay this drama, The story was good though the writers pushed it so fast. How can you fall in love with characters when the episodes were only 15 minutes long? Luckily my bias was the main male lead and I would watch him in anything. He saved this drama.
  11. School 2017~Kim Jung Hyun: YES YES YES! Finally a high school drama without a grossly forced love triangle.  I loved this drama from the first episode.
  12. The King Loves~ Hong Jong Hyun: At first, I was bored with this drama. I disliked the main male lead and it was following the same lines as many other drama’s, an intense love triangle and the ever so popular plot of let’s see how much we can drive the second male lead in the dirt. But as the story progressed I saw something that I hadn’t seen before… the main female lead showing more interest in the second male lead?????? WHAT? I was instantly intrigued and have been hooked on every episode since.  Plus Hong Jong Hyun…is pretty easy on the eyes.
  13. I hear your voice~ Lee Jong Suk.: I loved the sweetness of this drama. Although most dramas Lee Jong Suk plays in is good. Except for W what the hell happened there?
  14. LoveO2O~Yang Yang: this drama is a geeky mix of romance and gaming… I mean how can you not like that???
  15.  She was Pretty~ Park Seon Joon and Choi Siwon:  I wouldn’t want to be the leading lady in this drama? I mean lordy.. having to choose between Siwon or Seo Joon? I would die….


 SO here are a few. I like them… so yeah.

anonymous asked:

Hey there Leo, if it's okay with you, I wanted to ask about your thoughts on that bedroom scene. I don't know why it just doesn't sit well with me- it's just that to me keith seems too reserved and... sad... not relieved or open until the very end when the "as many times as it takes line happens". Maybe it's just me because I guess I expected a more im-so-relieved-youre-alive-hug scenario? something just felt off about that entire exchange and I can't point my finger at what.

I think a good way to read shiro’s bedroom scene is to compare it with Lance’s scene in Keith’s room. Because the fact that we get one almost right after the other is definitely intentional, and on some subconscious level, I think you’re meant to compare the two. It’s even a case of two former paladins talking with their lion’s successor. And while Lance’s talk with Keith is kinda touching and it’s really nice to see the two of them opening up more, I still think it has a distinctly different vibe from Kuron and Keith’s. 

For one thing, we start off outside in the hall. This is different from Lance’s scene, where we begin in Keith’s room and see the new red paladin just walk in. In the case of the latter, we feel like we belong there. However, with the former, we feel more like an outsider looking in. We hear just snippets of their talk at first, like we’re listening in on a private conversation, a fact that accentuates just how intimate and personal this scene is. It’s like the viewer is uninvited and these words are just meant for Keith and “Shiro.”

When we finally do see someone, it’s this extreme closeup of Kuron. This really highlights how downcast and drained he looks, how his hair is all long and matted and unkempt, how exhausted and defeated he is. There’s no closeup like this with Keith and Lance’s scene, a fact that really makes this shot stand out. It’s a sign that Keith and Kuron are more intimately familiar with one another. 

Another thing–in the later scene, when Lance walks in, he has to kind of give a reason why. Keith even points out it’s a surprise to see him stop by–“Must really be bothering you if you’re coming to talk to me.” This is not something that happens usually. And yet, Keith’s talk with Kuron bypasses this part completely. There’s no equivalent to Lance awkwardly knocking and trying to start up a conversation with Keith, because these two are already on a level where having quiet talks with one another is the norm. Because honestly, seeing Keith in “Shiro’s” room during his recovery is just something you’d expect. It’s not something surprisingly uncharacteristic or a shift in dynamic, so there really doesn’t need to be any explicit reason for it. 

Now, I’m certain that Keith’s place in the first scene is equal to Lance’s in the second. And likewise, Kuron’s role in the conversation is taken by Keith later on. So, let’s compare them. Keith removes his jacket before Lance stops by, and that doesn’t seem like much. But visually, we can see he’s kind of being more casual and open. He’s also wearing black instead of red, which equates to Lance seeing him as the leader–and by extension, the black paladin. But, that being said, everyone’s seen Keith without his jacket before. In contrast, Kuron is dressed down in an undershirt that makes him seem a lot more bare and vulnerable, because no one else has seen him when he wasn’t completely put together. 

Similarly, Kuron still looks disheveled and haggard. He doesn’t feel the need to cut his hair or shave in front of Keith, has no reason to keep up appearances the way he does with the other paladins. Around each other, they can just be themselves. This is emphasized by the fact that Kuron is still lying in bed, and remains painfully honest with Keith about his condition. He says, “I’ll try,” instead of some comforting lie like, “I’ll be fine.” He’s in a position of weakness, And Keith is noticeably standing above him. This makes Kuron look especially down and defeated, and added to that that Keith is put in the role of his caretaker, his protector–clearly, the lines between successor and mentor are very blurred. 

Typically, Keith’s position could be seen as having power over someone, as being some kind of aggressor. And yet, he’s taken on the role of Kuron’s guardian, his knight in shining armor. We can glean from Keith mentioning that the others would love to see him that so far they have not, that only Keith has been allowed in Shiro’s bedroom during this delicate time. That he’s the one who not only rescued him but is taking care of him, is staying at his bedside. There’s an intimacy here that’s quite rare. Kuron has really had it rough, but he still doesn’t hold himself back in front of Keith, doesn’t try to maintain a facade. He can allow himself to be exposed and fragile and he knows Keith would never take that trust and shatter it. 

Now, let’s compare that to Lance’s scene. Right away, a different dynamic is established. They’re both standing on equal ground, but still noticeably closed off and distant at first. There’s an uncomfortableness, an unfamiliarity to their interactions that you don’t get in the previous scene. Kuron lying down in bed with Keith standing over him undoubtably puts him in a more vulnerable position. But he’s okay with that because this is Keith, and Kuron trusts him to see this side of him. In comparison to that, Lance and Keith both seem very guarded around each other. Their walls aren’t down the way Kuron and Keith’s are. 

The tone is also very different. Keith and Lance, while discussing Lance’s insecurities, manage to still inject humor into the scene. For instance, the little thing Lance does where he adds his right index finger and then instead of taking away that finger he just fucking??? removes the pinky from his left hand?? And lmao it just like looks so out of place and silly and it’s really endearing and cute and I love it?? Like, little visual cues like that help to put the viewer more at ease. Lance’s expression is also gold. They’re covering a meaningful topic here, but they do it in a way where it doesn’t feel too heavy. 

Now, real quick let’s talk lighting. Kuron’s room is darkly lit, and everything is bathed in this abysmal, dark green hue. It doesn’t feel normal or comforting, it’s like…nervous anticipation. Like something here is very wrong and both Keith and Kuron are just waiting for the other shoe to drop. But again, this is a quiet, completely serious, bleeding open heart to heart in a dark lit bedroom. That feels way more revealing and intimate than two friends talking in a brightly lit, more casual atmosphere. There’s no sense of intensity, heartbreakingly overwhelming emotion, or overhanging danger with Keith and Lance. It’s two friends just having an honest talk and trying to help each other out. 

Also, the point of Lance’s talk is very different from Keith’s. Lance goes to Keith to talk about himself, to express his inferiority and do what he thinks is best for the team. So yes, he does this because he cares about the team. But this doesn’t manifest as “Hey, I know things have been rough lately, and we just got Shiro back and he seems really hurt–are you guys doing okay?” it’s “So, maybe the best thing I can do for the team is step aside.” Lance is a good kid and his heart’s in the right place, but at the same time, I think he kind of assumes everything is his fault somehow. So he’s being very understanding and trying to do something selfless, but really, this is more so about his own problem than Keith’s. 

Now, compare that to Keith, who’s asking Kuron how he’s doing, how he’s feeling, what the hell happened? Lance talks to Keith because he’s worried about the rest of the team, and is so wrapped up in his own insecurities he tries to take the blame for everything and reflects it all back on him. Keith in contrast, never makes the conversation about himself, and focuses completely on Shiro’s wants and needs, on trying to reassure him–something that Keith also does for Lance instead of the other way around. Now, this doesn’t make either Lance or Keith better or more caring than the other. It just means that the focuses of these two talks are very different with very diverging outcomes. Likewise, you can tell that Kuron and Keith are a lot closer by their conversation. It’s easy for the two to open up and reach out to one another. Keith’s heart also goes out to “Shiro” in a way that you just don’t really get from his interactions with Lance. 

Now, let’s talk about the end of both scenes. Because even then, there’s another parallel. Right when Keith is about to leave, we know Kuron calls him back. Similarly, Keith does the same with Lance. And then? Both Kuron and Keith make a kind of joke that’s meant to put the other person at ease. In the case of Keith, this is especially interesting, because Kuron’s just done this for him. So, when he sees things might end on a bad note, what does he do? Take a page out of Kuron’s book and try to cheer Lance up with a little joke. Now, that being said–while we know it makes Lance smile, there’s nothing that really grabs you about “Leave the math to Pidge,” in the way that “How many times are you gonna save me before this is over?” does. Again, Kuron’s talk with Keith is heavy. Even the humor is somewhat dark and foreboding. 

Of course, it’s also very deep and heartfelt. Kuron might not be Shiro, but he has a lot of Shiro’s memories. He remembers Keith always being there for him, remembers Keith rushing in to save him, remembers the overwhelming relief when Keith promises that he’ll be alright, that everything will be okay–that he’ll make it, that nothing’s going to happen to him. It’s incredibly sweet and heart-wrenching. And again, rather than feeling like something you’d hear about someone’s bro, this brings to mind a fairytale romance. Shiro teasing Keith about being his brave knight and always running in to save him. And Keith’s promise that he’ll rescue Shiro “as many times as it takes,” while looking back at Shiro with a smile so warm and fond and completely confident in their happy ending? Yeah, there’s just an aching tenderness to this scene that you don’t usually see. And it certainly feels more in line with something you’d expect from Shiro’s love interest. Regardless of intent, this scene really does read as romantic. 

There’s also the fact that, when Keith makes his promise to Kuron, he’s stepping out of the darkness and into the light. Kuron might be left behind there in the “dark,” but Keith is still shown as the person that can bring him back out into the “light.” 

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you watch GOT, but how hard would it be to fight someone like the mountain hand-to-hand? (well, armed, like in the show). Does being big like him really makes for a better fighter?

Hand to hand is a bit different from armed, especially armored, but okay. The answer is pretty simple.

Start low.

Tall fighters, especially male fighters, have a rather serious issue that’s often overlooked: their center of gravity. It’s higher up off the ground than the average person, and a great many men (like the Mountain) do not drop low enough into their stances to compensate. The taller they are, the lower they need to go to counterbalance their size. Attack their feet, or their legs. Attack their center. Whatever you need to destabilize them. A lot of tall fighters have issues with their base. There are other flaws, but that’s often a big one.

Cutting the legs out from under of your enemy is a real tactic, or I should say: cutting them down to size.

Stab him in the foot. (Yeah, no, real combat tactic.)

Here’s a question: you ever hear the story about David versus Goliath? Probably, most people know the story of the shepherd boy who defeated the greatest, largest warrior in single combat with a sling.

The story is a parable, and a life lesson. It’s also a little more complicated than just brains over brawn. If you take anything from the story, the big one is going to be: never fight your enemy on their terms. Understand where their strengths are, where you’re strengths are, and change the rules.

What a big fighter has going for them is the intimidation factor, and mind games in combat are a huge deal. It’s not so much about physical prowess as much as what your enemy believes about your physical prowess. Or you believe about your opponent’s. What you believe will affect how you fight, how hard you fight, and how well you fight. Go into a fight believing you’re at a disadvantage or will lose and you’ll lose.

Assessing your enemy’s strengths for their weaknesses is the winning strategy. If never addressed, big fighters will have a lot of flaws because their opponents often cede them the field in their minds. This is especially true when in training, and training is the foundation of skill. When people treat you like you’re invincible, you’ll start to believe you are. And that’s how you get an over reliance on a natural advantage with no compensation for the flaws it brings.

The problem is that many people treat size and body types like they’re all or nothing. For every advantage one has, there’s a disadvantage to go with it. A fighter with a heavy reliance on what nature has given them (size, strength, what have you) often neglects more crucial skills if never addressed. You can have big fighters with exceptional levels of skill, but those are the ones who’ve realized they can’t brute force their way through every problem. When they don’t, their technique is sloppy.

Now, really, really, really big people often have to work doubly hard to develop their coordination because fighting with a big, lanky body is difficult.

The trick when you have (or feel like you have) the disadvantage is not to meet the enemy on their terms. The best fighters figure out how to exploit their opponent’s strengths in order to expose their weaknesses and fight with an advantage. The bad fighters are the ones who choose to fight at a disadvantage, who don’t prepare to face their enemy, and try to use the same tactics over and over. The smart ones change up, they are proactive, and understand the battlefield flows.

Ultimately, that’s what makes for the “best” fighter.

Fear is the biggest strength for someone who is massive in size, not their strength and not their bulk. When you are frightened, you become reactive, you cease to actively think, and fail to problem solve. The moment you are defeated in your mind, that is the moment you lose. It doesn’t matter how many steps it takes in the real world after the fact, cede the field in your mind and it’s over. Intimidation can win that fight before the battle ever begins, and the biggest kid on the playground is as natural as intimidation gets.

The Mountain isn’t great because of his skill, but the fact that he makes everyone around him afraid. His personal ruthlessness and cruelty back up that size, and strengthens his ability to intimidate. When facing the Mountain, you’re faced with fear over the (very real) consequences of what he’ll do to you.

He’s valuable because he’s frightening, not because he’s good at fighting. The good at fighting is the bonus that makes him more frightening.

Understanding the affect the mind has on combat is like 70% to victory. Understanding the assumptions made and why we make them is important to writing scenes with characters like this. If you put stock in the Mountain’s size, rather than the Mountain’s reputation then you miss where his strengths actually lie and why people are afraid of him.

The Mountain’s reputation is as a ruthless killing machine who delights in rape, murder, and pillage. Torture is his specialty. He does not abide by the code of chivalry or rules of knightly honor. He’s a sadist. For him, there’s no such thing as just warfare. He thirsts for blood and battle. He’s protected by one of the most powerful houses in the GOT universe, and he earns his pay as their enforcer.

His size is just a plus. He could be just as terrifying at 5″4, and then you’d have the joy of underestimating him before he put a knife through your eye. If he was small, he’d be even more terrifying because there’d be more bodies. His size doesn’t change who he is under the hood, it’s just one more attribute he’s utilizing to its fullest potential.

Stereotypes about tall and short people are just that. Stereotypes.

Every body type has its drawbacks, and their natural advantages can be made to work against them. Tall fighters are more gangly, their center of gravity is further away from the earth, their weight puts additional stress on their joints (especially their knees), and if they never work at addressing their issues they can be slower to start. You can also have overweight/heavy weight martial artists like Sammo Hung, where there’s virtually no difference between them and a martial artist half their size. Skill can close the gap. Understanding of your own strengths and weaknesses also helps. Knowledge is power. Training yourself out of society’s instilled biases is hard, but necessary. This is especially true if you perceive yourself to be the underdog.

Not automatically assuming bigger equals better is the first step. The second is realizing that the best warriors are not decided by outside metrics, but rather through an inward understanding of how to utilize their strengths and address their weaknesses.

On that note, I’ll leave you with a compilation of Cynthia Rothrock’s fight scenes. Cythnia Rothrock is a Hong Kong action star, a winner of world championships in the 80s, she has a wide variety of black belt level training in multiple martial arts, and is one of the most famous westerners to make it in the Hong Kong action scene.

Why end with this? Well, exposure to female movie martial artists runs the gamut between low to non-existent and that lack of exposure to different body types is where most misunderstandings about size come from.

-Michi

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anonymous asked:

Hello. May I request some headcannons with Mer!Hanzo, Mer!Genji, Mer!McCree, with human S/o. It's cool if you don't I just rarely see merfolk AUs in OW. But I hope your day is lovely!

Of course, I’m happy to try most requests I get sent! I’ve never written anything like this before though, so I do hope this is what you were looking for! I hope your day is also lovely, anon :) Enjoy!


Hanzo

You meet every evening on what he calls ‘your rock’

  • On his insistence, of course, you would have been happy with just meeting every week
  • Secretly its the best part of every single day
  • He’s always there before you even when you try to come really early
  • And he won’t tell you how he does it
  • He leans up on the rock on his elbows whilst you sit there, legs crossed

You choose what you do depending on the day of the week

  • Wednesday is picnic day, Hanzo bringing it one week and you the next
  • You love tasting the kind of food he has to offer and he brings something different every week
  • Saturday is swimming day Hanzo’s favourite
  • You come in your swimwear and jump into the waves
  • Sometimes he teaches you how to swim faster and better than you’ve ever swum before
  • Most of the time he just takes advantage of the one day he can really hold you in his arms

Sometimes he feels guilty for not being able to give you the life you had dreamt of since childhood

  • At that point you always remind him that you never thought you’d find something as real as this
  • Tell him that he is the best thing in your life, however he is in your life
  • A feeling that is undoubtedly mutual
  • He tells you that, one day, there’ll be a way for them to be together all the time
  • “I look forward to it.”
  • These conversations usually end in you jumping in the water fully clothed for an incredibly long hug


Genji

You met when he saved you from drowning

  • You loved the sea so much you’d swum out too far
  • It was so horribly cliche that you couldn’t help but roll your eyes when you woke to his face bearing down on you
  • When you saw his tail, instead of screaming as he said others did, you just tilted your head with an ‘Oh’
  • Bombarding him with questions he was only too happy to answer
  • Asking him if you can see him again
  • Him agreeing, disregarding the rules and telling you a time to meet the next day

You come back next day, unable to stay away from the intriguing merman

  • And the next
  • And the next
  • It kind of never stops after that
  • At first its just questions and food and jokes
  • And flirting on Genji’s part
  • Then after a long while it becomes more personal
  • Hopes and dreams, insecurities and doubts
  • Genji’s still flirting though

A few months in, he asks you out on a date

  • You joke about the fact it’ll be in the exact same place as all their other meetings
  • Then say a heartfelt and definite yes
  • His eyes light up in a way you haven’t really seen before
  • He brings the food and the music, you obviously bring the candles
  • Afterwards he invites you into the water for the first time
  • He teaches you to dance like the mermaids do
  • Its the best date you’ve ever been on
  • Little do you know, there are so many more to come


McCree

He literally just appeared out of the ocean whilst you were sunbathing on a quiet part of the beach

  • “How you doin’, darlin’?”
  • You screamed, I mean a man did just pop out of the sea
  • He laughed while trying to calm you down at the same time
  • Once you had calm down, there was a million questions you wanted to ask
  • He was happy to answer them all but insisted on sneaking an innuendo into every single answer
  • You rolled your eyes every time and tried desperately not too grin like mad

You didn’t make plans to meet again

  • Neither of you wanting to seem too keen
  • Both of you still came back to the exact same place at the same time the next day however, not truly expecting the other to be there
  • “Fancy seein y’here, sweetheart” - accompanied by a knowing smirk that set your heart racing
  • You spend the rest of the day and most of the evening just talking

You meet the everyday the same for the next few weeks

  • You hadn’t agreed, you both just came in hope
  • Each time you would lie closer and closer to the ocean
  • Until the day if one of you moved forward even slightly you would have bumped noses
  • At this point, subtle touches or brushes of hands were introduced by McCree of course
  • They were electric
  • One day, you called him Jesse by accident almost and he just stared at you for a while before kissing you
  • “Been wantin’ to do that for weeks, Y/N”

anonymous asked:

hello! i don't think i've requested this before (please forgive me if i have!!), but could i request a sort of "friends to lovers" au with joshua from svt? thank you so much for your time!

find friends - to - lover!seungcheol (here)

  • you and joshua met at summer camp in middle school because you two were the only kids who actually read books on the bus ride to and from the camp ground
  • and literally all the other kids spent the time playing games or shouting but nope. you and joshua sat by each other, silently, reading
  • and you two,,,,,,just kinda naturally became a duo,,,,,,,like you were always partners for sporting events and helped each other during arts and crafts
  • and it was cute,,,,,,,,all the counselors thought you guys were adorable and the other kids would call you the shy couple but you and joshua,,,,like,,,,,,,you just became inseparable
  • and throughout the years you supported each other as friends until you know,,,,,,you guys started to come out of being shy and stuff and funnily enough you and joshua got into the habit of being like sorta competitive when it came to school
  • and you guys just got inside jokes about out-doing the other person,,,,but like all in good fun??? never seriously or in a mean way
  • you also gossip with each other like,,,,people see you and josh and are like woW such diligent, polite students but LOL you and him have your fair share of savageness
  • but it’s totally a bestfriend thing where you meet up to get coffee to study but in reality you spend time quizzing each other and complaining about shitty professors while also reminiscing about the past 
  • “joshua remember when you got 100 on our first chem quiz as freshmen.” 
  • “yeah, what about-”
  • “remember i got 103 because i did the extra credit (—:”
  • “,,,,,,are you really bringing that up? do i have to remind you of what else happened to us as freshmen? mainly what happened between you and that hoshi ki-”
  • “oK JOSHUA SH”
  • but as much as you’re jokingly being sarcastic with each other you truly care about each other and ,,,,,that’s why when joshua tells you he’s got extended family coming over,,,,and they’ve literally not let it go about him not being in a relationship and so,,,,,,,,if you could pleaSE just fake date him for this dinner,,,,,,,
  • you say yes,,,,because how can you say no???
  • only problem is the minute you show up the hongs are all like fiNALLY YOU Two ARE DAting,,,,,we always knew it would come to this!!!!
  • and joshua’s mom is nudging you because,,,,,,hey she’s been trying to get joshua to make a move since long before and joshua is like m OM
  • and you’re both sitting at the dinner table,,,,and yes it’s awkward but you’ve been to their house so many times that somehow??? it’s not
  • like it actually feels super,,,,,,nice and natural
  • because you know joshua and his family and even his extended family don’t seem hard to get along with at all
  • and for most of the dinner,,,,,,you forget that it’s fake
  • the smiles you and joshua share,,,,,the joking around with his parents,,,,,,,
  • it’s all something you’ve done before but ,,,, when joshua grabs your hand and brings it to his lips as a show for his family,,,,,,you can’t help but feel your heart race
  • and his lips are so warm on your skin
  • and before you know it you’re looking at joshua’s profile,,,,how pretty his eyes are,,,,,how he’s got such handsome features,,,,,, how he’s not the shy boy at camp but ,,,,,,,,, the drop dead gorgeous best friend of yours
  • who probably could date anyone,,,,,but,,,,,choose to have you by his side for this
  • and you’re like arguing with yourself because no,,,no he chose you because you’re his best friend,,,,he could trust you not to mess up in front of his family,,,,,,but then again joshua has other friends,,,,,to ask,,,,,,,,
  • and you can’t help the sinking feeling in your stomach when the dinner ends and joshua’s mom is encouraging him to walk you home
  • and you’re going along the sidewalk in silence and joshua is like “thank you for helping me tonight,,,,,,seriously they wouldn’t get off my back”
  • and you try to strain out a laugh because ahh yeah this was all a joke,,,,,,a lie,,,,,,
  • but as you get to your front door you’re like “joshua i-”
  • and he’s like “wait,,,,,,i just,,,,,,,i have a question,,,,”
  • and you’re like,,, what is it??? and he’s like “well i was thinking about how everyone was like,,,,,, talking about how they expected us to date,,,,,do you think that’s true?? that we,,,make a good couple,,,,,”
  • and joshua’s cheeks are pink,,,,eyes flicking around from you to the floor and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,oh
  • but you’re like “i mean i guess we are - we fooled everyone in your fami-”
  • but he shakes his head and he’s like “i mean,,,,,do you think we,,,,,,we could be something more?” and you’re like “,,,,,,,if i say yes will you think that’s weird?”
  • but joshua looks up and breathes a sigh of relief and he’s like no,,, not at all,,,,,,i thought i was the weird one for thinking tonight was so,,,,natural,,,,
  • and you look at him,,,,,still dressed up a bit because his mom had made him put on a tie because of formal dinner attire or whatever,,,,and the way you’ve only seen joshua flustered when he was a shy kid ,,,,, and how cute it looks on him
  • the unsure,,,,stuttery joshua,,,,,,,you’ve missed him
  • and you take a step closer to him and joshua swallows and looks down at you and you take a hold of his wrist and lean in and he closes his eyes,,,,,,,,,,
  • but you kiss his cheek and you’re like “how about we go on a real date soon,,,,,,” and joshua is like sure,,,,where??? and you shrug and you’re like “surprise me,,,,whatever you choose will be fun. im sure.” and you give him a little wave as you go inside
  • and you almost fall over yourself when the door closes because oh my god your best friend,,,,,might be your boyfriend very v e r y soon
  • and joshua is still standing frozen on the spot, hand over the spot where you kissed him because,,,,,,,,,,,,,,oh my god his best friend,,,,,might be,,,,,,,the One,,,,,

anonymous asked:

I really love your writing and now I'm pan for vanderwood i hope you're happy >:3 If it's no trouble, could you please write rfa + minor trio reacting to a usually hyper and happy mc feeling really down (because they feel misunderstood or got triggered)? I hope I don't bother you with that request, I could just really use some love and care from the baes ^^;; Love and hugs, have a wonderful day!

✿  *cracks knuckles* Boy, it’s been awhile, huh? I polished off my finals a few days ago, and while I won’t be churning headcanons out at a super fast rate, I thought it was time I give this blog some TLC!

Yoosung

  • His brain goes into terror-alert mode when you don’t tackle-hug him the minute he gets home from work. Living with you is sort of like living with a hyperactive puppy, and his first thought is, oh god, are you dead? Did you slip and fall in the shower? Did aliens kidnap you and are now experimenting on your lifeless body? W h e r e a r e y o u.
  • The answer to “where are you” is “in the bedroom, having a lie-down”. He breathes a sigh of relief when you turn over and look at him, but still, that weak way you smile as you say hey leaves him concerned.
  • He immediately asks you what’s wrong. Are you feeling sick? Should he get you anything? Do you have a cold? Have you been eating enough fruit? Have you…–??
  • This manages to make you laugh a bit, and you sit up enough so you can pull him back down to the bed. You just want a hug, you say. And some comfort.
  • Yoosung is happy to oblige. After all, he’s a vet, isn’t he? He’ll always take care of you, his adorable little angel.

Zen

  • When Zen finds you staring absently out the window, his first cheer-up attempt is to call you by every pet name he knows. Starshine! Sugardrop! Love! Darling! Gooey-sweetie-snuggle-bottom hunie bear!
  • (you smack him lightly for that last one.)
  • Next, he tries every pick up line he knows. He compares your beauty to the moon shining on the lake, he recites poetry, he even sings you a little sonnet, and when he finally gets you to smile a little, he asks you what’s wrong.
  • (he wanted to make whatever it was feel a little less fresh before you talked about it, after all.)
  • He takes you on a motorcycle ride after, since that always helped distract him - though he obeys all the road laws on this one, because his precious, precious blossom is with him right now. He takes you out to one of his special places, and he helps you forget whatever it was that upset you.
  • It’s hard to be unhappy when the warm wind is on your face and a handsome man is at your side.

Jaehee

  • She finds you in the closet of the bakery, and you apologize, because you wanted to be better before she found you. You didn’t want to bother her. You know that you’re supposed to be the happy one, the cheerful one, the person rooting her on and keeping her sane when the world is building up around her.
  • She tells you that’s nonsense, brings you a cup of tea and a new cake she’s working on, and asks you to tell her what’s wrong.
  • Jaehee is so good at listening. She’s careful, attentive, and treats everything you say seriously. She never makes fun of you, or tells you that you’re overreacting or silly.
  • Jaehee would probably dropkick your problems if she could, but she can’t, so she settles for hugging you, petting your hair gently, before bringing you another drink and some of the flowers from the rosebushes outside.

Jumin

  • You try to smile at Jumin when he comes home, and you’re doing so well, but then everything cracks apart, your smile falters, and you find you’re sobbing on the couch with a baffled Jumin in the doorway.
  • He only stands still for a moment. He literally VAULTS OVER THE CHAIR because it is the FASTEST PATH TOO YOU, and if you weren’t emotionally compromised, it would have been hilarious to see this man in a ten-thousand dollar suit act like a college track star.
  • He basically scoops you up, much like you’re a cat, and he tells you to tell him e v e r y t h i n g. When you say you don’t want to trouble him, you know how much it means to him to have you waiting at home for him, all cheerful and happy, he says that is NONSENSE. It isn’t you being cheerful that makes him happy, it’s you being you that does. And sometimes you’re going to be sad.
  • And he’s going to make you feel better when you are.

707

  • Seven knows immediately that your smile is forced. How could he not? He’s faked so many smiles over his years of being alive that he’s become all-too able to recognize the same expression on someone else’s face.
  • He doesn’t want to force it out of you, so he turns off the lights suddenly, leaving the star-shaped lights you have suspended from the ceiling as the only thing illuminating the room, and then pulls you up to dance.
  • He twirls you, spins you, is surprisingly graceful with you, despite being a total and complete nerd - though, he was a former secret agent, perhaps dancing came with the job. And you don’t have to pretend, you don’t have to say anything, you just have to… dance.
  • It helps. And when he holds you, during the ‘slow dance’ portion, you tell him what’s wrong as he rubs your back gently. And then you dance some more, because the world keeps spinning, despite the trials and tribulations you have to undergo.
  • You reminded Seven that he had a future, and now it’s his turn to remind you that you have one too.

V

  • V sits with you quietly and never blames you, even though you know he’s been through so much already and shouldn’t have to deal with your shit. You should be happy! You should be cheerful! You ARE genuinely happy and cheerful most of the time, taking him on dates and bringing the world to him, but today you just… can’t.
  • You can’t. You feel guilty, but you can’t.
  • He tells you that it is not your fault. You are human. You are allowed to be sad. You tell him all these things, and the same applies to you, too. He bops your nose with his finger when you try to protest, and you lean against him, letting him hold you and gently rub your shoulder.
  • After awhile, he brings out his phone, and he shows you all of the cute animal photos he’s taken over the years. It’s hard for him now, but he has so many memories captured on his various memory cards, and he shares them with you in a quiet room and a fond voice.

Unknown (Saeran)

  • Saeran doesn’t know how to comfort you, so he makes a dozen pancakes using the container of Bisquick you have into the cabinet and then shoves one into your face like a burrito.
  • “What was that for,” you ask, after you’ve managed to chew and swallow, and he just puts another directly into your mouth, effectively using it as a fluffy batter gag.
  • You eat that one too, staring directly at him the entire time.
  • “Are you feeling better,” he asks once you’re finished, and you reply that you’re mostly just really confused. 
  • One of the websites he’d read said that making pancakes for people was an expression of love, so he figured that would be enough to make you feel better, right?
  • You eat fruit to get better from a cold, so love should help you get better when you’re sad… right?
  • Right, you say, because Saeran is a prickly moron, but somehow his deranged antics make it hard to stay depressed.

Vanderwood

  • Vanderwood is really bad at this gooey, lovey-dovey shit, so when they notice you don’t have quite as much pep in your step as usual, they aren’t really sure what to do. They do know, however, that they should do something, so they decide to tell you a joke.
  • “Knock knock,” they say, and you do a bit of a double-take, because Vanderwood isn’t really the type. But you’re intrigued enough that it momentarily distracts you from what’s making you gloomy, so you ask, “Who’s there?”
  • “Etch.”
  • “…Etch… who?”
  • “Bless you,” they say, in a perfectly flat voice, and you laugh at how stupid it is.
  • “Knock knock,” they say again, hands in their pockets, and you’re delighted at this point.
  • “Who’s there?”
  • “Seven.”
  • “Seven who?”
  • They clear your throat. “Seven, you motherfucker, you know I don’t speak Arabic, so open your goddamn door.”
  • (You cover your face and snort.)
  • “Knock knock,” they say a third time, and you notice they look a bit shyer now.
  • “Who’s there?”
  • “Al.”
  • “Al who?”
  • “Al…” They rub their mouth, averting their eyes. “….Al give you a kiss if you open the door.”
  • You, sufficiently cheered up by this ridiculous display, peck them on the lips and thank them for being wonderfully embarrassing.

anonymous asked:

I don't know if this has been done before but I really love your writing and I was wondering if you could write something where Harry overhears Draco talking about what a great couple they could be and he asks Draco out. Much love 💖

Harry was on his way to bed after a very long day.  He was just down the hallway from the dorm room he had been assigned to share with Draco when he heard shouting coming from Ron and Justin’s room.

“Date- you? Are you kidding me?” Ron shouted.

“Thanks for the ego boost,” Draco said.

Harry stopped short of the doorway.  Was Draco hitting on…Ron?

“That has to be the worst idea you’ve had, mate.  Someone’s going to end up getting Pomfrey to fix a broken nose or black eye within a week,” Ron said.  He sounded like he was trying hard to hold back laughter.

“You still haven’t answered me.  If you don’t think he’d date me, let me know so I can go pretend this conversation never happened,” Draco said.

“If you’re trying to get me to ask him out for you, forget it. You know he’d never forgive you,” Ron said.

“Wouldn’t forgive me?”

“For not asking him yourself,” 

“I’m not trying to get you to ask him anything for me.  I just don’t want to make things awkward.  We share a room if you haven’t noticed.”

Harry smiled.  He knew for a while how Draco felt.  Well, he had suspected. Maybe hoped? 

“I’m still saying it’s a terrible idea,” Ron said.

“It’s not that bad.  You can’t deny we would look great together,” Draco said.

“What?  No cheap shots at his hair or lack of interest in fashion?” Ron said.

“No.  And it’s more than that.  Anyone else would follow him like a hero-worshiping puppy. You know he would hate that, and I’m too good for that kind of behavior.  We couldn’t possibly get bored of each other,” said Draco. 

“Look, I’ve been watching your ultra-aggressive verbal foreplay for years.  I can’t imagine he would say no, but you two would have the castle torn down around us in a matter of weeks,” said Ron.

“Merlin, those weeks would be fantastic though,” Draco said.

“Eew, you’re getting sappy emotional and already talking about your imminent break-up. Get out,” Ron said, laughing.

Harry walked quickly past Ron’s door and into his own room.  Draco hesitated at the door.

“Hey, Harry,” Draco said, “just get here?”

“Yeah.  Just walked in,” Harry said.  He didn’t have to lie.

“Okay, well, I’m going to bed,” Draco said.

“Okay. Goodnight,” Harry said. “Hey Draco?”

Draco froze.

“We have a chance to get off school grounds this weekend. What do you say you and I make a date of it and go see a movie or something?” Harry asked.

Exactly as Harry expected, Draco shrugged and said, “I guess that would be fine.” Before Draco dimmed the light, Harry could see a very definite blush across Draco’s cheeks.

Harry smiled.  This definitely wasn’t going to be boring.

anonymous asked:

I don't get this sudden trend to undermine and tear down Jon and Daenerys' past relationships. Sounds to me like it's coming from a place of insecurity. The ships with Drogo and Ygritte were problematic in some ways but Jonerys is too in others. I for one found Jon/Ygritte more pleasing/interesting. She had great spunk and sense of humor. She was playful and laid back which played off Jon's sullen attitude, balanced it out well. Both he and Dany are so stiff and serious, it's an overkill.

Cool story. No one’s worried about Drogo or Ygritte except the ones who can’t accept they’re the past. Jon and Dany are each other’s present and future. Ygritte is dead, Drogo is dead. Move on already. You’re complaining about people undermining their past relationships yet you’re doing the exact same thing by comparing them to what Jon/Dany have now. I don’t care if you personally like Ygritte more, that doesn’t make her Jon’s destiny or the love of his life. Both of those relationships came from a need to survive: Jon needed the wildings to trust he’d abandoned all his vows and Dany had to learn to love Drogo so she wouldn’t kill herself. They both made the best of their circumstances when they had very little choice.

What many of you fail to realize is that Jon and Dany chose each other. They’re not forced into it. They’re two people who’ve met, found a connection and formed a bond and that’s where their love springs from. They don’t have to compromise who they are to be together. This is clearly shown in the books:

Jon wondered where Ghost was now. Had he gone to Castle Black, or was he was running with some wolfpack in the woods? He had no sense of the direwolf, not even in his dreams. It made him feel as if part of himself had been cut off. Even with Ygritte sleeping beside him, he felt alone. He did not want to die alone. (Jon V, ASOS)

Jon may have loved Ygritte but he could never fully be himself with her. His disconnection to Ghost is blatant evidence of that. If anything Jon and Dany’s relationship is the one where they can be the truest version of themselves. Jon loved Ygritte but he was never his real self, how can that possibly be true love? He had to survive and when he could finally break free from her, she tried to kill him. And don’t get me started on how toxic and unhealthy Dany’s affection for Drogo was:

Every night, some time before the dawn, Drogo would come to her tent and wake her in the dark, to ride her as relentlessly as he rode his stallion. He always took her from behind, Dothraki fashion, for which Dany was grateful; that way her lord husband could not see the tears that wet her face, and she could use her pillow to muffle her cries of pain. When he was done, he would close his eyes and begin to snore softly and Dany would lie beside him, her body bruised and sore, hurting too much for sleep.

Day followed day, and night followed night, until Dany knew she could not endure a moment longer. She would kill herself rather than go on, she decided one night… (Daenerys, AGOT)

Few things make me more sick than that passage. Imagine thinking her love for him was anything but an instinct for survival, the same that it was for Jon with Ygritte. Instead of people complaining about these relationships being undermined, it’s time to see them for what they really were. It’s interesting it took Dany having to say out loud that she was raped by Drogo for people to register what actually happened to her. It’s sad and what bothers me the most about people shitting on Jon/Dany is that they won’t acknowledge that this is a relationship of choice and that what they’ve individually been through has prepared them for each other. GRRM has painstakingly created two characters with shared experiences and parallel arcs that are supposed to converge. It is destiny.

Also saying Jonerys is stiff and serious is ridiculous because it ignores the context of their courtship. They are playing roles, a king and queen negotiating an alliance while navigating their growing feelings for each other is going to be different than what we’ve seen from them before. I’m just tired of people not recognizing this and thinking it’s a lack of chemistry or a rushed storyline. It is in fact very deliberate. Lastly, I don’t care whether you like this relationship or not but there isn’t a single Jonerys shipper who spends most of their time talking about Ygritte and Drogo. Y’all are the ones who feel the need to bring them up as some sort of competition and if that’s the case, I’m afraid you’ve already lost. 

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GENRE: Filthy smut, fuckboy Lee Jooheon
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anonymous asked:

I don't know if you are still doing trc prompts but I had this idea and I can't get it out of my head: some time after trk Blue and Henry notice the sexual tension between Adam and Ronan and they keep on betting when they will get together and don't want to tell Gansey about it bc they think Gansey would be really weird about it but then one day Blue just snaps and tells Adam and Ronan to just get together already and they are like "uhn...we are dating..."

Thank you for the prompt ♥ Ronan’s infatuation with Adam’s ass goes on. 

you can still prompt me, guys :) 

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“Ugh, look at them. Look at these two. Incredible.” Blue looks over the rim of her sunglasses. They’re heart-shaped and violet. Henry does the same, pushing his Ray Bans down the bridge of his nose, following her gaze. 

They’re at Monmouth, enjoying some late autumn sun in the parking lot. Henry insisted on putting up a heinous palm-island-shaped floatie for him and Blue to lie in “to make it feel more like summer”. Gansey is sleeping in dangerously sagging lounger next to them. 

Adam and Ronan are both bent over the Pig. The old one, not the new dream Pig. Something is wrong with it again, Adam is fixing it, and Ronan is apparently assisting.

“…all Ronan does is fuck around and stare at Adam’s ass.”, Henry comments.

Blue snorts. “True. But also his hands. Look-”

Ronan hands Adam a wrench, and their fingers brush. Adam’s lips tighten into a tiny smile and Ronan’s ear tinge pink. 

“Oh my god.”, Blue sighs, and then laughs, “…they really, really need to make out. If not to save their souls, then to save ours.” 

Henry hums in agreement. “I’d watch that porn.”

Blue slaps him. “Do you think they’ll ever figure it out?”

Henry hums again, this time less certain. “…I hope so.” He pauses, then looks to her, “…do you mind it? I mean, you and Adam-”

“Pshah.” Blue gestures, flapping her hand, “That’s so irrelevant.” 

Henry grins, a little relieved. “Good. I mean, yeah, you have me and Ganseyboy over there now to worship the ground you walk on, so-”

He breaks off when Blue rolls over on top of him, simoultaneously slapping him, laughing, and kissing him. 

He grabs her wrists. She eventually just slumps on top of him, her cheek on his chest, looking over to the soundly sleeping Gansey. His face is starting to redden. 

“…we should put sun screen on him.”, Henry says as if he’s reading her thouhts. 

Blue nods. 

After a moment, she asks: “…do you think he’d mind?” 

Henry considers the question. “Not really mind, maybe? But…” He shrugs a little. “…I think he wouldn’t know werther to get protective over Adam, or Ronan, or both of them and it’d mess with his head.”

Blue hums in agreement.

-

It takes two more weeks of watching Adam and Ronan flirt with each other and dance around each other for Blue to snap. 

It’s two weeks before Adam is supposed to leave for college and they’re getting Gelato. 

They sit inside the parlour, happily eating their ice cream. Gansey and Henry are eagerly discussing some extension for RoboBee, taking up the conversational space at the table. So only Blue hears it when Ronan asks Adam: “Wanna try some of mine?” 

She watches sneakily from the corner of her eye as Adam nods. Ronan uses his spoon to scrape up ice cream, a generous dollop of it, and then holds it out for Adam. Adam, without hesitation, leans in and licks it off the spoon. Ronan’s eyes are fixed on Adam’s mouth, his tongue darting out. 

“Oh my fucking goddess.” It escapes Blue, sounding exasperated. All of her boys freeze and look at her. 

“You two.” She points her spoon at Ronan and Adam, “Can you please, PLEASE just finally start dating? I can’t take all of this sexual tension!” She turns to Henry and Gansey- “Sorry, but this is driving me nuts.” 

There is a brief silence at the table, and then Ronan starts to laugh. A true, honest belly laugh, so hard that he leans back in his seat. Adam, too, starts smirking, and then laughing, and to both Blue’s and Henry’s surprise, Gansey joins in as well. 

Henry and Blue exchange a confused glance. 

“Okay, what’s so funny? Can you guys please enlighten us? It’s rude to-”

Henry’s sentence stops short in the middle of it as Adam leans across the table and pulls Ronan into a kiss. They are both still grinning. 

Gansey chuckled good-naturely. 

Henry and Blue stare.

“Oh.”, says Blue, finally.

“Oh, indeed.”, Henry agrees. Even he is too dumbfounded for a smart comment. 

“You knew?!” Blue’s voice is accusatory, and Gansey quickly holds up his hands in defense. “Don’t chew me out for it, please. I promised not to tell!” 

“Ugh!” Blue rolls her eyes in a gesture that gives Ronan a run for his money. Then she glares at Ronan and Adam. Adam smiles at her, equal parts sheepish and apologetic. Ronan has resumed eating his gelato. 

“You do realize that this makes us one of those circle of friends which consists solely of couples?”, Henry throws in. “I haven’t decided whether I find this cool or not.”

“Noone cares, Cheng.”, Ronan drawls.

“I think it’s cool.”, Gansey comments cheerily. 

Blue silently agrees as she watches Ronan’s eyes catch Adam’s, full of light and adoration.

anonymous asked:

pleaseee could you write drabble, Emma saying to Killian "I didn't know you could sing"

unrelated to the upcoming musical ep, but here ya go. sorry it’s rather messy. drabble became ficlet.

~1.3k

Emma has never really lived with a guy before. Well, she supposes that she and Neal did kind of live together in the Bug all those years ago, but this is different.

This is sharing a home.

And with that comes a few adjustments. Neither of them have ever owned very many possessions aside from their full wardrobes, but now they have this big house and it’s being slowly but surely filled with… things. Stuff. Books and trinkets on their shelves, an array of colorful toiletries and pretty things in their bathrooms, an admittedly overly stocked cabinet of alcohol, blankets and pillows meant not just for function but also for decoration.

She’s a bit disorganized and messy. Killian is kind of a neat freak after having run his own ship for so long.

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Jason and Tim arguing over who had it worse when it came to living up to their predecessor's legacy

‘All I’m saying is… I was living in the shadow of a dead boy.’

Jason looked up from his book with a scowl, turning the page a bit more roughly than he had meant to. He and Tim had been holding their own pity party of “who had it worse” as Robin when it came to living up to their predecessor’s legacy. Jason had made some comment about “back in my days as Robin”, and Tim had had enough self-respect to become offended. And as a consequence, Jason had only gotten through five pages and was tempted to just give up reading altogether. 

Truth be told, he knew that Tim probably had it much worse than him, when it came to this specific issue. And he was only arguing with him because he knew how much arguing for the sake of arguing annoyed his brother. 

But then again, the only thing Tim really had to do in order to surpass his predecessor, was not die… so Jason stuck to his guns. He set his book down and leaned forward, giving Tim his best “I don’t even have time to tell you how wrong you are” look. 

‘Tim. Firstly, I’m a bit offended at being called a, quote unquote, “dead boy”…’

Tim frowned. ‘You call yourself a dead boy all the-’

‘-And secondly,’ Jason interrupted him cooly, ‘My standards were far, faaaar lower than Dick’s. To live up to my predecessor’s legacy meant being a perfect, obedient, chirpy, quipping, circus act, which was not happening in a million years unless global warming wasn’t a thing and hell froze over, giving us another ice age. You, on the other hand, just had to not do any of the things I did.’

Tim pursed his lips, sitting there in silence as he regarded Jason with a look of complete and utter exasperation. 

‘So…’ he said slowly, enunciating every word, ‘not die.’

Jason nodded, rolling his eyes. ‘Yeah. Like I said. Lower standards.’

Tim sighed, massaging his forehead as he turned back to his laptop, tapping the keys distractedly. ‘Okay. But consider this: in order to not die, I actually had to achieve a standard of near-perfection as Robin that not even you or Dick were expected or pressured to reach.’

‘Okay,’ Jason countered. ‘But consider this: in Bruce’s eyes, none of us are ever good enough.’

‘So your point is, we’ve all had it bad and it’s pointless to try and decide who had it worst because we all had a common denominator and standard to live up to: Bruce.’

Jason shrugged and lay on his back on the sofa, opening the book again. 

‘Even Bruce doesn’t live up to Bruce’s standards, so yes. It’s fucked up and we were all screwed from the start.’

‘Oh boy. That went south real quick.’

‘So wait, when I go off on Bruce, it’s too far. But when we’re talking about when I was a “dead boy” it’s all fine and dandy?’

‘All the time, Jason,’ Tim repeated without looking up from his laptop, his voice bland. ‘All. The. Time.’

Unable to think of a reasonable response or blatant lie, Jason scoffed and stood to find somewhere he could read in peace and not get his ear talked off or, god forbid, counselled by his younger brother.

‘Well, you try dying and see if you can stop talking about it. It’s a life-altering event, a real milestone.’

‘It’s also only meant to happen once,’ Tim said pointedly.

Jason paused to consider this. ‘Hold up. So, technically, Damian has already lived up to the standard I set as Robin because he also died and came back. Grayson had to fake it, so he’s disqualified… and we’re not counting Steph because she was never even given a chance, and would beat all our asses in the ‘who had it worst’ game.’

‘Which means I do have it worse than you, because the standard I now have to live up to is resurrection.’

‘WWJD, Timbo,’ he grinned, finger-gunning his brother as he walked backwards out the door. ‘”What Would Jason Do?”’

‘Die and come back a salty gun enthusiast,’ Tim muttered under his breath, mulling over their conversation and taking it more seriously than he should. ‘Also, Easter was last month.’

i need a uni AU where victor is getting straight A’s, works out, volunteers, is president of student senate, residence advisor, and all around Popular Guy that everyone knows. And he has so many friends, his family loves him, and his life is great but no one ever touches him. sure here’s handshakes when he wins some award, and a quick pat on the shoulder as a greeting but….. nothing meaningful. no friendly hugs, no motherly kiss on the cheek, nothing. and he gets used to it. and now, when people try to touch him (like a reassuring hand on the back) he subtly shrugs out of it. he doesn’t know how to be touched anymore. it’s so foreign that even when someone tries he just pushes them away. and it’s cost him more than his fair share of boyfriends, girlfriends, casual lovers….. it’s devastating but only in the darkest hours of the night. but then a new school year starts and he meets transfer student yuuri, shy and quiet and anxious. and they have classes together (both majoring in digital communications) and yuuri lives in victors dorm building (same floor, right across the hall) and they become friends. they become really good friends. over the semester they become incredibly close. and yuuri touches him. softly and never for too long. but maybe a quick squeeze to the hand before an exam, or a soft shoulder rub when they say good night. and victor doesn’t know why he’s not against this? why he isn’t pulling away? but yuuri just always knows when to touch, for how long, and in what way. and then it’s christmas break and they have to leave. they’re sad but they’ve exchanged email and phone numbers and they’ll talk, they promised. and yuuri asks victor if he can hug him. victor just stares for a second because people don’t ask that? they either do or don’t ? but he says yes of course (always eager to please) and yuuri puts both arms around victors waist and spans his fingers across his back, his head gingerly on victors chest and it’s warm. not just physically but….. it warms victor like nothing else. and he pulls yuuri closer and they stand there in the hallway for minutes just breathing and holding and being held. and they break apart with tentative smiles on their faces. they say good bye and leave. 

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Guilty Conscience

For the “accident” square on my hurt/comfort bingo card. Please don’t think too hard about how this would fit into canon because I really don’t know. 

Summary: This is all his fault. He’s the bad guy here. Sympathy is the last thing he deserves. 

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“Mr Wayne, your son has just been admitted to Gotham General Hospital.”

The waiting room is cold. He curls his fingers inside his hoodie sleeves and shoves his hands under his armpits. It doesn’t do anything to thaw the ice in his veins. Maybe it’s not the room that’s cold. Maybe it’s his heart. Cold and dark and shrivelled and capable of being a complete and utter arsehole.

A nurse glances over at him, something like sympathy curling her lips. It makes his stomach churn because he doesn’t deserve that sympathy. This is all his fault. He’s the bad guy here. Sympathy is the last thing he deserves.

“Which son?”

Someone hands him a clipboard. He stares at it blankly. The only part he could fill out with any confidence is “name”. He doesn’t think the kid has any allergies but he doesn’t want to say no just in case. It would be just his luck that he’s deathly allergic to morphine or something and he fucks this whole situation up even more by putting nothing.

Like this situation can get much worse. It doesn’t matter how much guilt Tim is drowning himself in, Bruce and Dick and everyone are sure to pile more on. And he can’t even protests because as much as it was an accident, a part of him is sure it also wasn’t. He meant to do it, he just didn’t mean for it to play out the way it did. But Murphy’s Law must really hate his life because it’s all gone so wrong.

“Damian. There was some kind of accident at home, his brother called the ambulance.”

He stares at a mark on the tile near his left sneaker and doesn’t blink. His eyes are hot and itchy but every time he blinks, he sees what he did. The unnatural angle of Damian’s arm, the blood gushing down his face, his neck, his chest, staining his shirt purple and the hardwood floor an ugly red-brown. The stillness. God, for a second he’d thought-

He bites his lip so hard it splits. Blood dribbles down his chin unnoticed. It’s nothing compared to what’s already on his hands.

Damian hadn’t moved, hadn’t made a sound, and Tim had thought he was dead. A wave of cold had washed over him and it hasn’t gone away. Because he still hates the brat but he doesn’t want him dead. He thinks that maybe he didn’t realise that until the moment he thought he was. It’s a thought that tastes like bile and sounds like the thump-thump-thump of a body rolling down the stairs.

“How serious is it?”

He hadn’t known what to do. Had half dialled Dick’s number before he’d remembered his oldest brother was in New York. He wouldn’t be able to do anything except tell Tim not to panic. And it had been too late for that because his thoughts had been scrambled and his breathing rapid and he’d been well and truly panicking.

Alfred, he’d thought, because Alfred fixes everything. But Alfred wasn’t home. Nobody was home except Tim and Damian. A disaster in the making.

Made. A disaster made.

Tim really fucked up this time.

He’d called 911 eventually. It was probably only forty seconds, maybe a minute, after Damian had hit the floor with a sick thud, but it had felt like eons. He can’t remember what he told the operator, but whatever it was it must have been something right because they’d sent an ambulance. And now they’re here. Gotham General’s paediatric emergency department.

It had been that bit which really struck home what Tim had done. Paediatric. Because he forgets sometimes that Damian may act bigger and better than all of them but he’s still just a child. An incredibly aggravating, hyper-confident, exceptionally skilled child, but still just a child.

And yet Tim had been the one who’d acted like a toddler throwing a tantrum. Damian’s words had sliced through his skin like claws and plunged into his heart and Tim had lost his temper. Not as famous as Dick’s temper, but sure to be remembered for this.

“The extent of his injuries are still being evaluation, but the doctor is concerned about organ damage. We need your permission to operate, Mr Wayne.”

Another nurse pauses in front of him. Her voice sounds like it’s coming through a tunnel when she asks if he’s alright. His own voice sounds wooden when he replies that he’s fine. He’s not the one who almost died. Could, potentially, still die. Maybe. He doesn’t know; the hospital staff won’t tell him anything.

He almost killed you once, a voice in his head whispers. Tim tells it to shut up because he’s supposed to be Robin, a pillar of justice, a beacon of hope for the city. He’s not supposed to want an eye for an eye. He’s not supposed to get into fights with kids and feel vicious satisfaction when he comes out on top.

He started it, the voice argues. Tim sinks his fingers into his hair and twists until it hurts. He doesn’t need to think too hard to imagine Alfred telling him it doesn’t matter who started it. He should have found a better way to finish it.

“Do it. Do whatever you need to, I’m on my way.”

Bruce sits down beside him. Tim doesn’t lift his gaze from his shoes.

“It’s my fault.”

Bruce doesn’t ask why. He puts a hand, heavy and warm, on Tim’s shoulder. Says, “We’ll talk about it when we get home.”

Tim shakes his head frantically. He can’t go home, they can’t just talk about this. Doesn’t Bruce understand what he did?

“I pushed him.” His voice is hoarse, a whisper. His throats aches. “We were on the stairs and he- he just hit a nerve and I snapped.” He swallows around the lump that it was an accident forms behind his sternum. It’s growing and spreading, clawing at his heart and coiling around his throat. Shredding and suffocating.

Bruce’s hand shifts to the back of Tim’s neck and squeezes. Still heavy, still warm. Inexplicably gentle. And Tim wants to curl into a ball and cry because he doesn’t deserve it and he didn’t mean to but he was just so angry and he just wanted Damian to understand how much it hurt.

He’d thought the brat would catch himself, pull off one of those fancy flips or rolls he’s so proud of being better than Tim at. He hadn’t thought he’d actually fall. That his head would bounce off the steps and his body would tumble over and over until he reached the bottom.

“We’ll talk about it when we get home,” Bruce says again. There’s an edge to it this time, though, one that conjures memories of Robin getting in trouble on patrol. It’s a tone that means there will be justice, punishment, atonement for sins.

It shouldn’t make Tim feel better but it does. He’s not used to leaving his interactions (always quarrelsome, often violent) with Damian feeling guilty. He’s not used to feeling in the wrong, wanting to apologise, accepting the consequences. Usually he’s not the one at fault. Well, the only one at fault.

This time he fucked up. Badly. And he deserves whatever punishment he’s given. He’d prided himself on being above the violence Damian had attacked him with that first time (and several times since). But he isn’t. He can lie to himself as much as he wants, but he has no higher ground. He’s just as bad. Worse, even, because Damian is just a kid. Tim is supposed to know better, he’s supposed to be able to control himself, to be mature and responsible and not get into fights with preteens, whether they’re baby assassins or not.

“I’m sorry,” he says to his shoes. Maybe by the time they’re allowed to see Damian he’ll have worked up the nerve to say it to his face.

“I know,” Bruce says.

But they both know that doesn’t make it any better.

lay your head on me

(for @hoenursey​, who had a rough day and wanted some gentle nurseydex <3)

The room is dark when Dex gets back from class, the lights off and the shades drawn, which is weird, since it’s the middle of the afternoon. Absently, he flips the light switch on his way through the door.

There’s a muffled whimper from Nursey’s bed, and he freezes. “Nursey? 

The lump of blankets on Nursey’s bed wiggles and the top of Nursey’s head pops out, pain-tense and greyish. “Can you turn the light back off,” he says hoarsely, looking nauseous, and Dex winces.

“Shit, yeah.” He hits the switch, and the faint light filtering in from the blinds is enough for him to see the relief on Nursey’s face, despite the lingering pain. “You okay?”

“Migraine,” Nursey grunts, pulling his blankets back over his head and disappearing back under the cocoon. Dex cringes. He gets stress headaches when he stares at his computer for too long, but nothing compared to what Nursey’s described to him.

“Fuck, dude. Sorry. Can I do anything?”

Nursey’s quiet for a moment, and then, slowly, pokes his head out of the covers again. “Come sit with me?”

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BNHA x The Avengers (Bakudeku + minor KiriKami and Shotoko fun)
  • Midoriya: We have orders, we should follow them.
  • Bakugou: Following's not really my style.
  • Midoriya: And you're all about style, aren't you?
  • Bakugou: Of the people in this room, which one is A: Wearing a gaudy green bunny outfit with weaponized thigh-highs and B: Not of use?
  • Everyone: -glares at Bakugou's costume with judgement-...
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  • Midoriya: What I want to know is how he controlled their minds like a bunch of flying monkeys!
  • Kaminari: I do not understand.
  • Todoroki: I DO!
  • Bakugou: -rolls eyes-
  • Todoroki: I understood that reference.
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  • Aizawa: We have no quarrel with your people.
  • Shigaraki: An ant has no quarrel with a boot!
  • Aizawa: You planning to step on us?
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  • Tokoyami: Did I hurt anybody?
  • Shoji: No, there's nobody around here to hurt. You scared the h*ll out of some pigeons though!
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  • Midoriya: I gotta say, it's an honor to meet you, officially. I sort of met you, I mean, I watched you while you were sleeping. I mean, I was, I was present while you were unconscious, from the ice. You know it's really just a, just a huge honor to have you on board.
  • All Might: Well, I hope I'm the man for the job.
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  • Twice: Target acquired.
  • Bakugou: -jumps on villain Twice's back, while screaming bloody murder-
  • Twice: Target angry! Target angry!
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  • Tsuyu: Gentlemen, you might want to step inside in a minute. It's going to get a little hard to breathe.
  • Midoriya: Is this a submarine?
  • Bakugou: Really?! They want me in a submerged pressurized metal container?! -ship takes off into the air- Oh, no, this is MUCH worse.
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  • Aizawa: Is everything a joke to you?
  • Ms.Joke: Funny things are.
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  • Bakugou: What else you got?
  • Todoroki: Well, Midoriya is taking on a squadron down at Shibuya Station.
  • Bakugou: And he didn't invite me...
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  • Hatsume: An intelligence agency that FEARS intelligence? Historically, not awesome.
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  • Tamakawa: -as All Might, all the Pro-heros of UA and class 1-A and 1-B board the plane to fly to Tokyo- Uh... You are not authorized to be here!
  • All Might: Son... just don't.
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  • Present Mic: Having trouble sleeping?
  • Aizawa: I've been asleep for 70 years. I think I've had enough rest.
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  • Todoroki: You speak of control, yet you court chaos.
  • Tokoyami: It's his M.O., isn't it? I mean, what are we, a team? No, no, no. We're a chemical mixture that makes chaos. We're... we're a time-bomb.
  • Midoriya: You need to step away.
  • Bakugou: Why shouldn't the guy let off a little steam?
  • Midoriya: You know damn well why! Back off!
  • Bakugou: Oh, I'm starting to want you to make me.
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  • All Might: You people are so petty... and tiny.
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  • Ashido: Where's Tokoyami?
  • Bakugou: You mean the hawk? He's up in his nest.
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  • Shigaraki: I have an army.
  • Midoriya: We have a Kacchan. -grins cutely-
  • Bakugou: DIEEEEEEE -crashes through window with explosions going off-
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  • Police Council: Pro-Hero Eraser Head, the council has made a decision.
  • Aizawa: I recognize the council has made a decision, but given that it's a stupid ass decision, I've elected to ignore it.
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  • Midoriya: Kacchan... I think now is the perfect time for you to get angry.
  • Bakugou: That's my secret, Deku. I'm always angry.
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  • Midoriya: Kacchan, we need a plan of attack!
  • Bakugou: I have a plan: Attack!
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  • Todoroki: Be careful what you say, he is my brother!
  • Tsuyu: -talking about Dabi (headcanon not canon)- He's killed 80 people in the last two days.
  • Todoroki: He was adopted.
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  • Midoriya: I know guys with none of that worth ten of you. I've seen the footage. The only thing you really fight for is yourself. You're not the guy to make the sacrifice play, to lay down on a wire and let the other guy crawl over you.
  • Bakugou: I think I would just cut the wire.
  • Midoriya: Always a way out... You know, you may not be a threat, but you better stop pretending to be a hero.
  • Bakugou: A hero? Like you? You're a lab rat, Deku. Everything special about you came out of a bottle!
  • Bakugou: Put on your hero costume. Let's go a few rounds.
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  • Uraraka: -via phone- Hatsume-san, we need to talk.
  • Hatsume: You have reached the life model decoy of Hatsume Mei, please leave a message.
  • Uraraka: This is urgent.
  • Hatsume: Then leave it urgently. -Uraraka then enters Hatsume's penthouse, hanging up her cellphone with Midoriya at her side-...Security breach.
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  • Kirishima: -cheerfully beating up villains easily- This is just like Hosu all over again.
  • Kaminari: -electrocuting villains easily- You and I remember Hosu very differently.
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  • Shigaraki: Bakugou Katsuki told me everything. Your ledger is dripping, it's GUSHING red, and you think saving a man no more virtuous than yourself will change anything? This is the basest sentimentality. This is a child at prayer... PATHETIC! You lie and kill in the service of liars and killers. You pretend to be separate, to have your own code. Something that makes up for the horrors. But they are a part of you, and they will never go away!... I won't touch Bakugou, not until I make him kill you!
  • Midoriya: -eyes wide, face turning fearful-
  • Shigaraki: -snarling- Slowly, intimately, in every way he knows you fear! And then he'll wake just long enough to see his good work, and when he screams, I'll split his skull! This is MY bargain, you mewling quim!
  • Midoriya: -turns and takes a few shaky steps away-
  • Shigaraki: -smirking wickedly-
  • Midoriya: -crying intensely- You're a monster!
  • Shigaraki: -laughing- Oh no, you brought the monster.
  • Midoriya: -quickly dropping facade- So, Tokoyami... that's your play.
  • Shigaraki: ...What?
  • Midoriya: -on earphone piece communicator- Shigaraki means to unleash Dark Shadow. Keep Tokoyami in the well lit lab. I'm on my way. Send Todoroki-kun as well. -turning back to Shigaraki, wiping fake tears- Thank you... for your cooperation.
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  • Ashido: What's the matter, scared of a little lightning?
  • Bakugou: I'm not overly fond of what follows...
  • Kaminari: -appears out of nowhere like the lightning god that he is-
  • Kirishima: -gets all excited like a puppy because Kaminari arrived-
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  • Hatsume: What's the stat, Midoriya-kun?
  • Midoriya: -looks at all the complex technology- It seems to be powered by some sort of electricity!
  • Hatsume: ...well, you're not wrong.
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  • Bakugou: -screams- WAKE THE FUCK UP, DEKU!!!
  • Midoriya: What. The. Hell- What just happened?! Please tell me nobody kissed me.
  • Bakugou: You fucking wish, you damn nerd.
  • Todoroki: ...We won.
  • Midoriya: Alright-Hey. Alright. Good job, guys~ Let's just not come in tomorrow. Let's just take a day. Have you ever tried shawarma?
  • Bakugou: -snorts and rolls his eyes-
  • Midoriya: There's a shawarma joint about two blocks from here. I don't know what it is, but I wanna try it.
  • MINI-BONUS MOMENT
  • Uraraka: A big man in a suit of armor, take that away what are you?
  • Aoyama: ✨Uh Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist.✨