wow this has been in my drafts for months

Do you know that feeling when you want to be close to someone? When you want to hold their hand or sit next to them. To cuddle and watch a movie, or talk about your thoughts for hours. When you just want to be close but not in a sexual or romantic way. You don’t see yourself wanting to date or kiss them. Being around them, it’s enough. You just want to have their attention.

  • what she says: anders deserved better
  • what she means: anders had to take a hard decision and, while everyone can see it differently depending on personal ethics, his development and moral dilemmas from that point were disregarded because, in the narrative thats being pushed onto us, the ‘angry fighter for freedom' character has no place. Its not surprising that in the default world state, the mage hawke has not only killed anders but he also violently despises him; and several times we are reminded of how he 'single-handedly' started the war. Never mind the inherent abuse in the circles or the straight slave work that its presented in the kirkwall circle; good mages would have never rebelled, good mages seek help from the merciful chantry, good mages stay quiet until... until a /bad mage/ seeks answers through violence. Anders' life is nothing but the tale of the nice opressed, who smiles and gently corrects; and the mean opressed, who speaks up and ACTS. Once he becomes the Mean Opressed, his narrative ends. Theres nothing else to his character, he is Done, he will not evolve past that. In Dragon Age 2, most characters become, at some point, a monster: fenris and his markings, merrill and blood magic, isabela and her stolen book. Anders' monster is not being an abomination: is daring to fight with the same violence that was shown to him, to his people. We aren't shown any more of his development because right after his stand, we can kill him. We can abandon him. We can kill him, again. We end the game. His storyline has no closure; its made so we can comfortably hate him and never get to see his real drives and ethics. And thats why he deserved more.
  • what she also means: my son..... my be aut iful feli ne son..........
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— wow omg this post has been in my drafts for almost two months fghfk;; notes on metamorphosis by franz kafka!! the school year is slowing down which is a huge relief because i feel like i can finally breathe :,) 

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some interesting sam parallels in uncharted 4

so i’ve been thinking a lot about Sam’s motivations both before and during the events of A Thief’s End, and there’s a few parallels in the game that I find really interesting from a character standpoint. probably the most obvious parallel is Sam shielding Nate from Evelyn, and then doing so again from Rafe twenty odd years later. but I’m sure many people more eloquent than me have discussed these scenes so I won’t dwell on them.

what I do want to dwell on are these two scenes: 

in the first scene Sam gifts Nate the motorbike, and Nate pretty quickly reads between the lines. “the only time you pull a stunt like this is when you’re trying to make up for something”. YIKES drag him Nate. apart from showing us that Nathan is an astute motherfuckin kid who is close enough with his big brother to recognise the signs of an imminent let down, this kinda hints at the fact that Sam is not great at the whole Communication™ thing. because he’s afraid or maybe just not equipped for an emotional conversation with his baby brother, he tries to apologise in advance with a grand gesture - something he’s obviously done before, according to Nate. 

the second scene is just after they’ve climbed up to Avery’s statue and looked through the spyglass. Nate says something kind of pessimistic, Sam seems frustrated and tells him “you know you’re allowed to feel excited about this”, and when Nate continues in the same vein Sam tries to end the conversation with a pretty passive aggressive “okay”. just like the previous scene we see Nate call Sam on his bullshit. “your ‘okays’ are never just okay. it usually means the opposite of okay”. again, there’s that familiarity with his brother’s mannerisms, and Sam’s obvious attempt to evade an emotional confrontation. he actually uses that little “okay” at several other points in the game as well. use your words, Samuel.

basically I found these scenes interesting because they gave us tiny clues about why Sam felt the need to tell that awful lie. in Sam’s mind, at least, the hunt for Avery’s treasure was the best thing for both him and Nate, and I think Sam (Mr Terrible Communication Skills) was so terrified about the concept of his brother potentially refusing to help that instead of trying to communicate, instead of trying to explain, he crafted the Alcazar story and basically guaranteed Nate’s assistance. ahhh, those Drake brothers and their lacklustre communication skills. 

as a side note, I think it’s indicative of Sam’s development as a character that in the epilogue scene we see him try, in his own stumbling way, to actually explain to Nate, using words, what he’s feeling. it took like twenty years but he’s getting there. (although he’s still got a long way to go lmfao. in lieu of a big emotional apology, Sam tries to make amends with another gesture - a small fortune slipped into Elena’s coat pocket)

MOVING ON. the second parallel I wanna talk about is this:

tbh this is not so much a parallel as complementary scenes but HEY whatever… in the first scene Nate is upset that Sam is leaving, saying not unreasonably that “it’s not fair”. Sam’s response is a sad sort of smile and one of my favourite lines in the game: “nothing about our lives has been fair, but we’ve made it work”. twenty something years later Rafe seems to be winning the race for Avery’s treasure, and Sam tells him “you don’t deserve it”.  

HOOO BOY👌👌👌 I think these lines tell us a shit load about Sam’s motivation in the game. because that’s the crux of his character, isn’t it? as far as he’s concerned Avery’s treasure belongs to him and his brother, and to their mother before them. for a very large part of his childhood Sam had to play (or attempt to play) the part of the protective older sibling during a really tumultuous and unhappy period in both his and Nate’s lives. Nate at least could look to Sam for (probably dubious but well-intentioned) guidance. Sam didn’t have anyone. and I think that is the reason he latched onto the idea of Avery’s treasure so desperately. even as a teenager we can see the effect it’s had on him - we go from the despondently practical “nothing about our lives has been fair” to “I always felt we were destined for something great” in the space of a couple of hours. suddenly here is something incredible to work towards, an opportunity to be more than some punk kid with a deadbeat dad and no mother, an opportunity to be so much greater than his beginnings. I think it’s a form of escapism that Sam hadn’t been allowed or hadn’t allowed himself before. the obsession might have spiralled out of control during Sam’s thirteen-year stint in jail, but I think it took root as soon as he laid eyes on Cassandra’s journal.

and so it’s no wonder Sam is offended at the idea of Rafe discovering the treasure. Rafe hasn’t earned it, hasn’t spent twenty odd years scouring the world for clues, and sure as hell doesn’t have the same emotional connection to it as the Drakes. for Sam, this is an issue of attachment, as well as worth. 

HONESTLY I COULD KEEP GOING BUT THIS GOT REALLY LONG I still don’t fully understand Sam and obviously this is just my interpretation of these scenes but he’s an interesting character regardless so thanks Naughty Dog

Uncomfortable

Characters: Andy Biersack/You

Band: Black Veil Brides

telarnidaniela suggested: y/n confides in ashley when a secruity guard from the tour has been making her feel uncomfterble and getting too touchy feely and she doesn’t know what to do and andy finds out

A/N: WOW, this has been sitting in my drafts for a while. I apologize for the lack of imagines recently; I’ve been super busy studying for finals and everything :/ Butttt, school ends this Friday, so after that, I’ll have a lot more time to write for you guys! Thanks for sticking with me :)

Black Veil Brides had been touring for about 3 months now, and you were tagging along with them. You had started to date Andy a little over a year ago, so of course he asked you to come along with him on tour.

After a concert one night, you and the band were just sitting around in the tour bus chatting. Andy had left to go to the bathroom, so you took this opportunity to talk to someone about something that had been bothering you for a while.

“Hey, Ash, can we talk outside for a sec?” you asked, standing up.

“Oh, uh, yeah of course,” he nodded, following you out of the bus. “What’s going on?” he wondered when the door had closed, turning around to face you.

“Um, well, you know Steve, right?” you questioned, wanting to make sure he knew who you were talking about before you complained.

“The security guard? Yeah, I know him. What about him?” he replied.

“He’s just, uh, been making me feel kinda…uncomfortable,” you muttered, looking anywhere but at Ashley. Now that you were saying this out loud, you realized how stupid you must sound.

Ashley didn’t seem to think it sounded stupid, though. He tilted his head and said, “In what way?”

“I dunno, it just seems like he’s been taking every opportunity to touch me…like, yesterday, I was walking backstage before the show to meet up with Andy, and he bumped into me in the hallway and grabbed my ass. Like, actually grabbed it, not just brushed it. And it’s happened more than once,” you explained, sighing heavily. You didn’t want to be making a big deal out of nothing, but you were beginning to grow tired of being harassed.

Ashley frowned. “Really? I wish I knew…do you want me to say something to him?”

“I don’t really see what that will do. He’s not going to listen to you; I’ve already asked him to stop, but he hasn’t,” you groaned, rolling your eyes. “I just want it to stop,” you whispered the last part, pressing your lips together.

“Hey, it’ll be okay,” Ashley assured you, coming over to you and hugging you. .You hugged back, glad for his support. “I’ll tell Andy, and he can-”

“No,” you interrupted, pulling away and looking into Ashley’s eyes. “You can’t tell him. I don’t want him to know.”

“Don’t want who to know what?” you heard a voice say. You jumped in surprise and turned to see Andy standing there, crossing his arms. He looked accusingly at you and Ashley, and you suddenly realized what he thought must be going on.

“Nothing,” Ashley said, shaking his head.

“Really?” Andy asked. “Cuz if you don’t tell me, I’m pretty sure I can connect the dots on my own.”

“Ash, it’s okay. I’ll just tell him,” you sighed, not wanting Andy to think that you were cheating on him.

“Okay, I’ll let you guys talk things out,” Ashley muttered, going back into the bus and leaving you and Andy alone.

“What’s going on, y/n?” Andy wondered, moving closer to you.

You took a deep breath before explaining everything that you had just told Ashley. Throughout your explanation, Andy’s facial expression depicted rage.

“How come you didn’t tell me that you were feeling uncomfortable?” he asked. “I could have done something to prevent you from feeling like that.”

“I didn’t want you to do anything you might regret later,” you explained, shrugging.

“C’mon, y/n. I’m never gonna regret keeping you safe.”

You blushed and nodded, realizing that there was no reason for you to worry in the first place about Andy knowing.

“First thing tomorrow morning, I’ll go up to Steve and ask him to stop. If he doesn’t agree, he’s gone. How does that sound?” Andy offered.

“Great,” you smiled, hugging him. “Thank you so much.”

“Of course,” he chuckled, hugging you back and squeezing you lightly.

I didn’t really know how to end this?? I hope this is sufficient…


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whatta man  -  jun || pt.1 (M)

summary; plain jane + makeover by amazing best friend + whole new you + bad kid = a cliché falling in love story at a party??

genre; hmmmmmmmm teen party angst but the rest is a mystery ;)))))

Mature content warning?? maybe that gives you a little hint to the genre??

a/n- wow i’m actually writing something proper for seventeen dear lord i hope this does well this has been gathering dust in my drafts for well over a month i realllllllllllllllllly went to town with this one wow also i’ve only written 2 things for jun so that needs to change

Part 1? Yeah part 1.




12AM. You should be asleep. Safe and sound in your bed, with your rather large bunny plush that you won that time at the fair with Joshua. But no. Seungkwan. Your friend– sometimes you question that statement before- had picked you up from your house, asking you if you wanted to take a little trip to the local McDonalds. You would be lying if you weren’t shit scared, but you were also curious as to why he goes to McDonalds at 2 in the morning. 

“Seungkwan why are you taking me to McDonalds…I want to sleep….”

“You can…we just have to pick someone up.”

“Why did I have to come along though…?”

“Safety in numbers.”

“Seungkwan…this car is bulletproof. Your dad even mentioned it–” 

“Oh, he’s here. Jun!”

You hear Seungkwan shout out of his side of the car, leaning out a little bit.All you can see out of the window was a dude running towards the car with a bag of McDonalds in his arms. You’re honestly so confused about who this dude was, until you heard his voice.

“Hey, so I got your stuff– is that Y/n?”

“Hm? Yeah, I asked her to come along so she could keep me company…I kind of woke her up though…”

Just one snooze from falling asleep, you woke up to hearing your name being called out. You rubbed your eyes a little, before noticing that he was getting in the back with you. You knew exactly who it was. Wen Junhui. Infamous for messing about with people. A lot. You didn’t know how Seungkwan became friends with him in the first place, and you were curious to find out. 

“Hey Y/n, how’ve you been? I haven’t seen your pretty face in ages.”

“Hey…I’ve been good…I’ve just been busy with college and stuff.”

You lied. You merely blushed at the fact that he called your face pretty, but you were still unsure of him. Yeah. Like what was mentioned before, Wen Junhui was known for messing about with people in high school, and even now you were hearing about the rumours that he was still messing about with girls of all sorts from before. Yeah, even you. Ok so he asked you once to come back to his place after your group of friends merged with his, and you two were the only ones left at the park that day. You weren’t the type of girl to….fuck around…and you still aren’t, if the occasion ever arose that he would ask you again. A couple minutes later and you were sick of the silence that was being produced by everyone not talking, so you spoke up, glancing over to Jeonghan.

“So…why are you out so late?”

“Well…you know…I was round a friend’s house…we were just chilling and I didn’t exactly have a ride back home, so here I am.”

Correction; I was banging a girl and had no way of getting home and the closest person who had a car was good ol’ Seungkwan.

“Right…”

“You’re coming to the party, Seungkwan?”

“Party? Oh yeah, when is it again?”

“Next week friday.”

“Yeah we’ll be there, don’t worry.” 

Seungkwan assured, pulling up beside the curb, stopping slightly. You heard the word ‘we’. You were hoping that he meant himself, Mingyu and Seokmin, but knowing those two they’re probably already going. Seeing Jun get out the car was weird. You focused on what he was doing, especially all the little things he did, like fixing his..beautiful…pretty…blonde hair. Shit. Y/n stop. No. Bad Y/n. He leered back to you and gave a sultry smile, his hand placed near the top of the car, gripping it tight. A slight lip bit to the side, then his eyes locked onto you.

“Well, I’ll see you two next week. You are going, Y/n?”

“Oh…I’ll be there. See you later Jun.”

What in gods earth was that? Were you trying to be sly and mysterious…sexy….? Just like him…? Or were you just nervous? Or were you lying all together? Looking back, Jun handed you the last of his fried with the dip, also handing you a wink to go with those fries. That mere blush turned into a deep one, as soon as the car door was slammed shut. You surveilled his every movement, leading up to him walking into his house. You turned back to the front again, where you happened to notice Seungkwan eyeing you in the overhead mirror. THe car then started up again, en route to you humble abode. Luckily your parents were out of town for the month so they would have no idea about any of this. You then remember- we. 

“We?”

“Yeah…it’s would be fun, and you said yourself that you were going to go.”

“But Seungkwan, that was in the moment of it all and there was a lot of lip biting coming from him on his behalf and I’m kind of a sucker for that and of course I said yes and I’m digging myself a bigger hole here.”

“You really are it’s hilarious. Have you been to any parties before?”

“Well yeah–”

“Proper parties. Ones with alcohol, set in the quiet neighbourhoods with the toilet paper on the roof?”

“Oh…no…”

“I know you’ve had alcohol before, because I bought it for you. What are you going to wear?”

“I’ve think I got something in mind.”

“That’s dangerous. No, leave it to me.”

“Seungkwan, are you sure?”

“100%. I’m gonna make you look so good that Wen Junhui will drop his drink and go straight to you. He’s going to be like–damn…she looks good.”

“Seungkwan you don’t have to…really you don’t.”

“Just watch you can’t stop me Y/n.”

“Fine…”

You let an unimpressed sigh as the car quickly slots into the curb again, right next to your place. You get out, phone and fries in tact, outfacing Seungkwan as he winks to you and smiles like a little child. You missed the days of just being kids, but now, what the world really cared about was how fucked up you can get, and to see who splits the condom first and ends up making a family they never wanted. Simple plans, executed really, really badly, and early too. With every day that went past, Seungkwan seemed to be messaging you about these…parcels that he’s been getting, and just using the two eye emojis with every picture. And with every picture your nervous interior got a new makeover of emotions to go along with each day. And finally, it came to Friday. The day of that party. What fun. 

“Today’s the day…..let’s see who gets wasted first..Seokim or Soonyoung?…I’ve always heard stories about them two getting absolutely smashed but never really seen it myself…”

Seungkwan had asked you to go get washed and stuff before he comes round at 4, and like a puppet, you did. You washed your hair, you shaved, you even exfoliated and put that nice Victoria’s Secret Hydrating Cloudberry body lotion on. You never exfoliate anything, and you never touched that bottle of lotion that your friend gave you before. So….what fucking gives? Was Seungkwan right? The night before he had texted you about wanting to impress Jun, but you had no interest in that at all, even though he made your heart flutter nearly a million times when you saw him. But suddenly there’s this overwhelming urge to….need his attention, all of a sudden? Why were you craving his undivided attention? Was there a need to make people jealous? You had to admit he was a little grease ball. In fact that was his nickname in high school. But his way with words had you drawn in. F u c k. Everytime he spoke, there was a new feeling of wanting to hear that voice all the time. And to hear that voice from above you, too. Double f u c k. Soon enough, you hear the doorbell ring as you’re drying your hair, and you walk downstairs to hear not one, but three voices. Your idiots were here. The main one being Seungkwan, of course. You tugged a little at your shorts, since it was gluing itself to your skin because of your tacky, still slightly damp skin. You open the door and a flurry of hellos and heys were given your way. You didn’t expect Seungkwan to bring friends. but it was a nice thought, since it was still early. 

“Y/n. You, me, upstairs now. It’s showtime.”

“Yeah…ok but because you used that word so many times in the last week, I’m scared.”

“Y/n, don’t be, there is everything in here. Everything.”

“Everything?”

“Oh yeah, everything. Now come on!”

Another sigh absconded from your mouth, as you started to walk back upstairs to your room, with Seungkwan coming along. And who should follow? But Seokmin and Soonyoung. Seungkwan noticed just before entering and started to close the door. Soonyoung put his hand between the door and the frame, with Seungkwan stopping to close the door on the way.

“Hey, hold on, don’t we get an input in what she wears?”

“Soonyoung you horny corndog you’ll say yes to everything she wears, even if she wasn’t wearing anything.”

“What about me?”

“You’re no better than him, mr I-can’t-believe-she-left-me-oh-wait-there-she-is-hold-my-drink-I’m-going-to-grind-on-her!”

“That was one time, let it go!”

“That one time also lead you to asking a dude if you could look at his nuts. nad even know he had a pack of monkey nuts in his hand we all knew what ones you were talking about!”

“It was an accident!”

“Oh really? Ok Soonyoung, remind me of the time that you took a girl into the bathroom and ‘accidentally’ whipped your dick out! Tell me Soonyoung, did she suck you off well enough for you to not regret it?”

“W-Well…I–”

“AH. I rest my case.”

Seungkwan sighed, watching what you were doing behind. Whoa…..he had the receipts and everything. All he needed was the loud laughter, the large wigs and contour that could slice a bitch to go along, and then this could have been another episode of UNHhhh with Trixie Mattel and Katya Zamolodchikova. You were quite curious as to what Seungkwan was saying, actually. 

“What are they asking?”

“If they could come in and give input that is use–”

“Oh, that’s fine. They can come in as long as they don’t break anything.”

Walking to your bed, you wondered what was in the bag, glancing over to see the three boys enter her room and stand before her. Seungkwan had this…sort of smirk on his face, mixed with a grimace. He brought his bag up to the bed, opening it up. Inside was a multitude of different clothes, in plastic packaging. 

“Because I missed your birthday I managed to get these clothes for you. The lady said that she could have them delivered pretty quick, so that was a good thing. First of all though, it needs to match your style…librarian.”

“Just because I read books doesn’t mean I’m a librarian….”

“You and Wonwoo spent 6 hours in that bookstore. 6. Hours.”

“I like reading, ok?”

“Right….so your look is close to the kind of…cute….kind of slightly sexy/aesthetic look right? Not too dangerous but just enough to add a leather jacket or something….make that denim instead.”

“You think so?”

“Of course! You wear those denim skirts right?”

“Yeah, but nothing like these…”

You added, picking up one of the skirts, which was one slit away from being a cat toy. Seungkwan took that one back, laughing nervously. With whatever outfit Seungkwan gave you, you began to become partial to the outfits with the tennis skirts. You didn’t know why, but it just kind of reminded you of the flow-y skirts you used to have when you were younger. Seungkwan managed to also by a lot of accessories with the purchase, so every outfit had a personal touch. In the end, you chose a nice outfit that really did show off your softer side. First things first, you never knew that fishnets could be so comfy but annoying at the same time. So the fishnets were a light dusty pink, with tiny rhinestones placed onto every crossing of the lines. It was actually a very nice accompaniment to the outfit as a whole. The next thing was the white tennis skirt, with the black lines at the bottom of the skirt. Matched with that, there was a light blue top that had this check look to it. On the front it had ‘milk’ sprawled across the front, to emphasise the….aesthetic. Nothing else. Just the aesthetic. White tennis trainers were in as well, so your old pair of Adidas superstars were a perfect touch. Somehow…….Seungkwan made an outfit that you really liked. 

“Wow. Jun won’t be able to take his eyes off you!”

“This isn’t for Jun…”

“Something is telling me it is, you look really good Y/n.”

You handed a smile over to all three of them, before looking to the watch that was still on your wrist. Seungkwan noticed the watch as well, thinking if it would go with the outfit. And in conclusion….it didn’t. But….that was the least of your troubles and worries for that day. Seungkwan’s words stuck in your brain; he won’t be able to take his eyes off you! Maybe…he was right. Having this new image for this one night……might just steal his heart. And maybe make his weenie go wild but go off, I guess. You sighed, scanning yourself up and down, checking if anything looked silly. Fixing your skirt, in the mirror, you noticed Seungkwan bringing out a large vodka bottle. You immediately turn around just idled the bottle.

“Whoa…..it’s so big…”

“That’s not the first time I’ve heard you say that, Y/n.You said that to jun the last time you saw him.”

A blush crept up on your cheeks, making your small smile turn into a quite angry look. 

“Kwon Soonyoung I will beat your ass just like I did when you threw my book in the water.”

“Right you did win that fight….only cause I let you.”

“No you didn’t! I won that fight fair and square…”

A pout soon aligned on your lips, as you walked out the room to get cups. Seungkwan started to take the other clothes out his bag and place it on her bed, while Soonyoung and Seokmin were looking on their phones. Just as you were coming back up with the mixer and the cups, you couldn’t help but to stop and listen to the conversation that was going on in your room.

“Hey should I ask Jun what kind of underwear he likes?”

“Why would you do that??”

“Everyone has preferences, you know. Like some people….myself included, like lace. Others like the mesh kind of look, and others like satin.”

“That’s true…hey Seungkwan what type of underwear do you like?”

Seungkwan turned around from the door, blinking to them. You were still listening to the conversation, another large blush creeping upon your cheeks. You didn’t hear him answer. Wait, did he know you were there? Did you really want to go in there mid sentence? Well, you still have to give them the cups and stuff, so you might as well. 

“For me it’s definitely lace– oh Y/n is back.”

You walk into the room, placing the cups and mixer down. You pretended to be confused and asked them what they were talking about. That large blush stayed on your face, smiling to the three boys as they came round to get the pre-drinks.

“We we’re talking about what kind of underwear we like, and it seems that me and Seungkwan like red lace, and Soonyoung likes the mesh kind of style. What’s more comfortable to wear?”

“Huh? More comfortable…..hmmmm….I would have to probably say–”

“Pink and black lace.”

You turned around to see seokim glancing down to his phone. You then immediately felt a shiver go down your back- you saw Jun’s name on the top of the phone. So many thoughts came racing through your head but cleared up since you remembered the context of the conversation, and what you heard from the door. 

“Pink and black…that’s a good mix.”

So….Jun likes Pink and Black lace, huh? Well…..you had a plan. In the spur of the moment, you came up with a plan. You told the boys to wait downstairs, while you just cleaned up your room. Then, you wanted to look through your drawers for something. Before that though, you did your makeup. It was very minimalistic, but certain aspects of your looks matched, like the light pink eyeshadow you had on, matched with both the pink and blue of your outfit. You also had mascara, highlighter, the gradient lip look, all that good shit. But…when it seemed like the coast was clear from the boys, you closed your door and looked through your drawers.

“Pink and black….black and pink….pink-black…black– here they are!”

You reached into your drawers, and took out a matching set of underwear, pink and black lace underwear, to be exact. So what? You couldn’t actually deny that you were trying to make his dick go berserk, but minimal effort was needed. Emphasis on the word minimal. Minimal being the key word here. Minimal. Jun…is like a dog. Not really, but use this just as an example- dogs get excited over their owner’s underwear and just rip and tear them to shreds. Trust me, this happens more than it should. There’s one similarity and two differences to Jun being a….well…..dog. He’s…not a dog, he doesn’t rip underwear to shreds– or at least tries not to. But! He does get excited over just the mention of what sort of underwear a girl was wearing. That mention could come from the girl themselves or someone else, that he didn’t care about. he just wanted to see them for himself. You quickly changed into your outfit and just headed back downstairs as if nothing ever happened. You see them downstairs in the kitchen already having a good time.

“Why did you get Smirnoff again? I thought you had enough for Grey Goose…”

“Vodka is vodka Soonyoung, just drink up!”

You could see that Seungkwan…wasn’t a fan of Smirnoff. Or vodka at that rate. You kind of found out that he was a rum kind of dude. You smiled as you grabbed your phone from the counter, looking to the three boys who were just downing shot after shot. You took a couple too, which was totally unlike your character. You would only have like a sip, but like your secret sexual drive, you felt adventurous. Keeping a sly eye on the time, you realised it was nearly time to leave. So you four got ready to leave the second it turned 5:30pm.

Meanwhile, Jun was just, sitting up on Mingyu’s roof. Why the roof? Well…the party was at Mingyu’s, and that was his little slice of…heaven. Just to think about anything and everything at the same time. There’s a plot twist in here somewhere……it’s here. Jun…he messes about with different people. You know that, right? But….he’s also…really afraid of commitment. Some horrible person broke his heart on his first ever date….all the way back in the 9th grade, and it ultimately made him go around, bang everyone and be the man he is today. But…there’s a problem with that. He’s kind of been lying to himself. About what? You. Before you two me in the 10th grade, he’s seen you around school and stuff, and he’s had…..a little bit of a crush on you. But he threw away those feelings pretty quickly after he became the man he is today. Under the amazing and deadly influence of alcohol, he’s prone to spilling a lot of things out from both his heart and mind. So…tonight…he was on the fence about seeing you- either he was going to fall forwards into the same cycle that his life has been going through, or to fall backwards into you. 

Insecurity

(Warning: this is roughly the size of a small fucking novel, sorry.)

(Also I skipped Agendas for now because I REALLY wanted to get this episode done. This has been in my drafts for like a month or two)

I fucking love this episode. Have I ever mentioned that before? Because if Failsafe is all aboard the feels train, this episode is all aboard the roller coaster of emotions. Like, wow is this one of my all time favorites.

IT’S SPIDER-MAN– oh wait, never mind it’s his evil twin, it was hard to tell in this lighting.

Cissie! Who I know nothing about except that she’s in the Arrow fam eventually and that everyone was dying for Artemis to be her mentor in s2 of Young Justice. I kind of miss some of the fandom ideas for what s2 would be like. :(

“I’m sorry, you know how it is. I’m on dead line. And so are you.” OH HO HO SPIDER-MAN, YOU SO PUNNY.

Aw yeah, archer babes to the rescue!

Look at them, looking all badass with the moon behind them! Could there BE a better time for your name to be Artemis and your talent to be archery? Definitely not.

Small detail that’s nice: you can tell whose arrows are whose because Ollie’s are tipped with a lighter shade of green than hers.

Awww, I love that part! I love how the camera kind of specifically pans more toward Artemis to convey that Cissie is awestruck by her in particular. Like, she’s seeing this badass female archer with blonde hair just like her kicking bad guy ass and saving her dad. And you can tell she’s just thinking “I want to be like that some day!” Artemis is literally being a badass inspiration right here and she doesn’t even know it, and it’s just so fucking cute! My baby is an amazing role model!

Fuck you, Sportsmaster, go away! (I will say that I like Sportsmaster’s voice though, and whether intentional or not I almost feel like a huskiness to the voice is just another trait that Artemis shares from his end of the gene pool.) Speaking of Artemis sharing in Sportsmaster’s end of the gene pool, have I ever mentioned that I honestly adore the decision to have Jade (the villain daughter) share more with Paula (the nice parent) in looks, while having Artemis (the hero daughter) sharing more traits with Lawrence (the awful/villain parent). I just thought it was an interesting thing, I don’t know whether they did that on purpose or not, but it’s just a thing I picked up on and thought was kind of neat.

Ollie stop trying to sound cool.

Damn, Artemis must be pretty fucking strong to still be standing after a possibly grown ass man just did a literal backflip off of her shoulders! 

“Good girl! Uh… take the lead on this one!” Oh, Ollie. XD He’s just letting her take the reigns while he tries to recover his wounded pride. Also, I just got feels thinking about how different it must be for Artemis to work under GA’s tutelage instead of her father’s. Like, can you imagine the contrast? All that praise and affection Ollie no doubt showers her with, compared to the harsh commands and emotional/mental abuse from Lawrence growing up? She probably hardly even knows what to do with Ollie’s praise half the time. 

Out of the penalty box. Sportsmaster, please.

“Bonus points for poetic justice.”

“Did you see the look on his face!? O-okay, he was wearing a mask, but– did you see the look on his mask!?” Oh my god, she’s so precious and giddy! I really wish we had gotten to see more of her interactions with Ollie, like this moment is seriously the most giddy we ever see Artemis in the series. You can tell she absolutely loves kicking ass with Ollie, and once again, tying in with the contrast between Lawrence and Ollie as mentors to her, it must be so exhilarating to literally be given the reigns on a mission, and then praised and encouraged for doing so! I don’t think Artemis would ever admit it, but I could honestly see her craving that interaction with Ollie every week, that kind of fatherly guidance. This is why I so love the idea of her seeing Ollie as a father figure, etc. 

And Ollie’s just so amused by her giddiness!

Shut up, Roy, go away. 

It must be really awkward at parties when your belt starts talking to you.

Can someone explain to me why Sportsmaster is having to sneak inmates out of Belle Reve when it’s under control by Strange? (I guess most of the guards still think it’s a legit detention facility or something? That would make sense, actually)

“Set a good example, join the Team first.” OKAY, IN WHAT UNIVERSE IS ROY EVER A GOOD EXAMPLE, OLLIE. (god I’d like to smack that scowl off of Roy’s face!)

“You should have seen the look on that little girl’s face, she was so grateful that her dad was safe.” (awwww, Artemis, babbu, this is why you were made for the hero life

“This life suits you, Artemis.” Yes, yes it does mama Crock! “Most mother’s would be horrified, but for me, it’s a relief. You don’t know how nervous I was when Arrow and Batman first confronted me about your… activities.”  STOP. “Confronted us. They figured out I saved my soulmate Kid Flash and confronted us.” “Not… initially. I’m your mother. They talked to me first.”

OH MY GOD PAULA’S SMUG TONE AND FACE AT THAT PART ALWAYS CRACK ME THE FUCK UP.

Look at that fucking smug ass face! XD She’s like I fucking pushed you out, they talked to me first because I’m the badass that made the tinier badass they were after. 

“What-what did they say!? What did you say?” Artemis is like OH GOD MOM HOW DID YOU EMBARRASS ME THIS TIME.

“I was afraid you were in trouble. While I was in jail for my crimes as Huntress, I lost one daughter, I couldn’t bear to lose another so I begged them to help keep you on the straight and narrow–” “You begged!? So I was some sort of pity case!?” 

Ooooh, man, Artemis is fucking PISSED. All the confidence that she’s built up since joining the Team shatters almost instantly as soon as she hears the word begged. Paula, of course, didn’t mean it that way; she didn’t beg them to let her on the Team because she was afraid she would still turn out to be a bad seed. She begged them to keep her on the right path: a path that Artemis had clearly already chosen on her own. Artemis had already been saving lives all on her own, and I think that Paula was relieved and proud when she found out, and I think the “begging” that she did was nothing more than a mother desperately wanting what was best for her daughter. Artemis had already CHOSEN the “straight and narrow” on her own, and I think Paula wanted to make absolutely sure that she had the tools and connections she needed to keep going in that direction, and to stay out of Sportsmaster’s influence. Artemis, of course, doesn’t see it that way, and instead takes it as an insult to her skill; this whole time, she’d thought that she’d impressed them enough on her own for them to come calling, but now she’s thoroughly convinced that they only wanted her on the Team as a favor to Paula, who begged them. Which, of course, is not actually the case.

“This isn’t T.O. Morrow!” “Klarion, this is Professor Ivo.” Oh my fucking GOD, the way Sportsmaster says that is actually kind of HILARIOUS, because his tone suggests that he’s trying to appease a bratty kid… which he pretty much IS. XD 

“Okay… so maybe I wasn’t brought in because I impressed them.” Oh, my poor baby! :( Just sitting on her fire escape with her knees pulled up, stewing in fucking insecurity. 

“I just spent the last four months doing nothing but. I’ve got nothing to prove, I’m one of a kind.” Yes you are, bby! (You can tell she doesn’t believe her own words though, because even though her hands on hips body language at that moment might LOOK confident, the unsure flick of her eyes over toward the alley wall conveys that she’s doubting herself.)

“Artemis! Just in time, look who’s agreed to join the Team.” “Finally!”

Oh, wow. I feel so sorry for poor Artemis in this particular episode. I’ve joked around that this episode could have been her super villain origin story, because man oh man is it just one thing after another piling on top of her insecurities at the beginning of this episode (it’s called Insecurity for a very good reason). So not only has her confidence just taken a very heavy blow because of her mother’s revelation that GA and Bats talked to her alone first, but then she Zetas to the Cave and what the fuck is the first thing that greets her upon materializing there? Roy. And GA smiling and saying “Artemis! Just in time, look who’s agreed to join the Team.” and Wally happily throwing his arms out and saying “Finally!” I can honestly only imagine the horrible sinking, burning feeling in her gut in that moment; seeing her father figure mentor and her crush standing there, smiling happily at another archer that she had, only a few months earlier, been accused of taking the place of by Wally. She had literally just been trying to convince herself that even if she was a pity case, she’s done nothing but prove herself over the last four months… only to Zeta to the Cave and see Roy Harper ready to join. (”We have no quota on archers.” “Yeah, and if we did, you know who we’d pick.”) Another insecurity dropped onto her already overburdened shoulders; Roy is here, and she feels like she’s not going to be wanted or needed anymore. And really, that insecurity has been lingering in the background since Infiltrator.

“Sure. Team’s needed a real archer.” The derisive sarcasm in Artemis’s tone is fucking palpable. Roy is a threat to her at that moment; what other reason would they finally have him on the Team other than to push her out, to replace her with someone “better”? She already thinks that she was not actually chosen out of skill, but out of pity, whereas Roy has always been the desired archer for the Team. She feels like her place on the Team is being compromised, and that she’s not good enough. And that terrifies her.

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when i was in grade 5 or 6 the health teacher explained how we go through periods and boners, and how the reproductive system thing works, and all that etc BUT. either i wasnt paying enough attention, or the teacher didn’t explain it well enough, bc i thought that ppl get boners at night once a month, almost like periods. i deadass thought that the only time you can make a baby was when you were menstruating. i spent a good amount of my innocent young life thinking, “wow its weird how if u wanna have a baby ur husbands wet dreams have to be in sync with your periods”. i didn’t think i had to ask, none of the assignments said otherwise. so anyway, pornography was pretty confusing,

Headcanon: Taiyang understands Yang’s want to shut down after all that’s happened to her (he did the same thing after Summer’s death). So he gives Yang her space. But soon after Ruby leaves he realizes that it is time that his eldest daughter starts to heal (not fade into the background and watch friends leave like he did).

So he starts coming in to talk to her more(”how are you feeling today, kiddo? Want pie?”). Tries to get her out of bed to do something other than go to the bathroom (”you can’t just lay here, firecracker”). He gets her to take Zwei out on walks (sometimes he’ll find her softly smiling at the corgi’s antics). They start having meals at the table. One night Tai makes a pretty good dad joke and Yang actually laughs for the first time in months (”that was terrible!”).

He offers to start up her training again(“only if you feel up to it”). And continues to do so until one day she agrees to just watch him practice (”just for a bit”). Eventually they work up to having daily runs and workouts together. Yang joins in with his practices after realizing he can’t improve just by training with himself (after all, they only have each other right now). A week of this passes before they restart her own training.

There’s a day where she can’t lay a single hit on him and she keeps swinging a punch with the arm that’s not there. She gets frustrated, embarrassed and angry and goes in for the charge when she stops herself (she remembers what charging in with a blind rage did last time). She takes a step back and calms herself, then attacks. She is able to land a few good hits after that and Tai gives her two thumbs up and a wide grin despite his bloody nose.

Yang begins to contribute to conversations with Tai more. They talk a lot. About Ruby (who often sends letters). Qrow(who rarely sends anything). Mom (both of them). Weiss. Blake (”she must have had a reason, Yang.” ”…I know.”). The school. Penny. Pyrrha. Her arm.

Yang decides not to get a mechanical arm just yet. She wants to be able to accept and live with what has happened to her and fully heal (”before patching it up with a metal bandaid”). Taiyang agrees (and thinks she’s gonna be alright).

After a couple months of grueling practices and heart pouring discussions, Yang feels safe to say that she is getting better and even tells Tai that. He smiles proudly and hugs her (”dad, i can’t breathe!”) before letting her go to take Zwei out for his daily walk.

He begins the countdown for when she will also have to leave (because in the end, she didn’t need him anymore).

(and the world needed her more than he did).

Yoo so I’m back now with my second follow forever which has been sitting in my drafts for almost two months. I was supposed to post this when I’ve reached k followers but being the procrastinator I am, I delayed this and in a matter of time, I reached my next k of followers! I’m just, WOW. Thank you so much ; u ;

It wouldn’t have happened without all you wonderful people with such beautiful blogs. And also thanks to every one of my beautiful followers! Stay fabulous!

And to new followers! Hello and welcome! c: Feel free to check out my about page to know about the person behind this blog. The ask box is always open too so you’re always welcome to send me messages! o u o

ps. I wanted to do hover messages for all of you but I really need to get this out of my drafts so I’m just going to leave them as that ; n ; sorry. Excuse the low quality edit. I’m too lazy to refine it. 

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It appears that, in coming to this world, I received knowledge of this place as well.

I think perhaps I’ve already met them though. A Breton? Whatever that is… I’m still a bit hazy…