yes there is a blog full of her reactions and its lovely

Rosy cheeks and breathless kisses

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: NSFW – This has mature content guys. Sexual themes, nudity, so if you’re underage don’t read.

Word Count: 1557

Author’s Note: Hi guys, so this was my first smut that I had written for my previous blog. I deleted that blog and created now this one after many months. I like this one shot and I thought of posting it again. I hope you guys like it.

Oh and if you’re underage please don’t read this.

And guys, if you’re going to be intimate with someone, please use protection and be safe okay.


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(I don’t own the gif. All the rights go to the rightful owners/creators.) 

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Full Of Surprises {Reader Insert}

Imagine: A clumsy little Amity girl stumbles her way into the Dauntless foundation, and to everyone’s surprise, is pretty damn good. So good in fact, that she catches her leader’s eye.

Summary: {Y/N} has worked hard since the Choosing Ceremony, fighting her way to the top with unexpected skill. When the night comes for a game of Capture the Flag, she has a little one on one time with Eric. With victory in hand, it’s that moment he realises that this little farm girl could be the initiate he’s been waiting for.

Request?: Yes! A lovely little nonny requested a Eric x amity!reader. Where Eric thinks the reader will be a total fail, but ends up top of her class. I kept out the ‘maybe some smut at the end’, just to take a break from writing it and to space it out on this blog. Hope it’s okay.

Word Count: 2595

Taglist: Let me know if you want to be tagged in any/particular pieces.

Disclaimer: The gif is not mine, credits to the used that made it. I do not own the Divergent characters, credits to the writers and producers of the series. In this, I’m more of going off the books in regard to the boys’ ages. So, it’s the year before Tris transferred, both of them being seventeen whilst the reader is of course sixteen.

A/N: I am really happy with this! I hope you are too. There is some sass, some baddassary, and of course there is fluff. And I just love Eric, so much, and this was so fun to write. Enjoy, my little bookworms 🖤

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How would “some of the members” react to listening to History Maker and watching an episode of YOI

HELLO EVERYONE MOD SAERAN HERE BEING HAPPY BECAUSE I JUST FINISH EATING CAKE *INTERNALLY SCREAMING* anyways here is a random HC for Yuri on Ice 


Saeran: *HIS POV*

  • “ Babe I swear to god shut that shit off.” He sighed. But he knew this song was on repeat every fucking Tuesday thru Thursday. JESUS Christ WHAT IS THE FUCKING HYPE OF THIS FUCKING ANIME!! She doesn’t even want to spend time with me. She just sits on the couch and watches it on her laptop. She has this thing. She does a marathon by herself on Tuesday. She looks for spoilers on a thing called Tumblr on Wednesday, she watches the dub which is EPISODES behind ( the stupid thing in English) in the morning then she watches raw around lunchtime and then she watches the episode with subs around dinner time. And throughout the whole FUCKING TIME SHE IS SCREAMING.
  • It’s not me making her scream. It’s this fucker called victuuri and yurio. Like what the fuck? What kind of names. I finally decided to sit down next to her and slowly asked her “ Babe….. what is Yuri on I-” she fucking ran to the freezer pulled out ice cream and shoved it to me. She went on google and typed the names of the three main characters. Okay. So it’s a tall Zen looking guy, a guy , and another guy who looks like a pist off yoosung. Okay this should be interesting. She showed me the first episode and hmm. Still don’t see the hype.
  • * 6 EPISODES LATER* Hi my name is Saeran and I am a Yuri on Ice addict. My favorite character is Yurio because he is literally me. We reached episode 7 and the only reaction this show had given me is so many emotions within me. I will not let my girlfriend see me enjoying this anime.
  • *Yuri AND Victor kiss* HOLY FUCKING SHIT THEY MADE HISTORY OH MY GOD BABE OH MY GOD *THROWS ICE CREAM* WE MAKE IT HAPPEN WE TURN IT AROUND YES WE WERE BORN TO MAKE HISTORY CAN YOU HEAR MY HEARTBEAT OH MY GOD OH MY GOD BABE * I looked back at her and she was recording *
  • She was recording me the whole time
  • This is the story of how I got 10 million views on YouTube because everyone supposedly love my reaction………..
  • never…… again,….

Yoosung: * his pov*

  • YOURSELF YOU ARE UNSTOPPABLE WHERE YOUR DESTINY LIIIEEEESSSSS * gets shampoo bottles and squeezes shampoo out and shampoos hair* DAAANNCCINNGG ON THE BLADEEEESSS!! YOU SET MY HEAAARTT ON FIIIIIRREEEEEE!!!
  • BABE WHERE ARE YOU I NEED MY PARTNER IN CRIMES HELP * you heard bags being put down and your heard fast footsteps. Door is drastically open*
  • Yoosung: DONT STOP US NOW THE MOMENT OF TRUTH
  • You and him: WE WERE BORN TO MAKE HISSSTORRRRYYYYY
  • You: WE’LL MAKE IT HAPPEN WE’LL TURN IT AROUND
  • You and Him: YES WE WERE BORN TO MAAAAAAAAAKKKKEEEEE HIISSSSTORRRYY
  • You: Baby hurry up it’s going up in 10 MINS!!! I already bought lunch for us!!
  • God damn I love Wednesdays. I finished my shower quickly and dried myself and put on boxers and just ran to her.
  • *episode 8* *victor kissed YURIS FUCKING SKATES*
  • Yoosung: HOLY MOTHER OF GOD BABE * both of you guys grabbed each other’s hand and FUCKING fan girled* they. Need. To. Get. Married.
  • *end of the episode*
  • Yoosung: MAAAKKKKKAAAACHIIIIINNNNN MAAAAKKKAAAAACHIIIN WHYY WHYYYYYYYYYYYY

Seven: *His POV*

  • *cosplays Georgi Popovich* MY DEAR ANYA WHERE ARE YOU!!! MY PERFORMANCE WILL START SOON
  • you: *cosplays Christophe Giacometti* *starts dancing around sexually* *takes a leap and lands on the floor with your head tilted back* I I think I’m going to come again
  • Seven: ANYA I WILL SAVE YOU MY LOVE AS I ALWAYS PROMISED YOU
  • When he was running to you he notice you were laughing and he knew it was because of the makeup. He picked you up and kissed your forehead and danced your way to his laptop.
  • You placed your S/O on your lap and and waited for it to start. You got the other laptop ready to download so when the episode is down you can upload all the best gifs on tumblr
  • You loved how you can be yourself around your s/o because both of you literally scream HISTORY maker
  • You guys were screaming at literally everything. The whole show is full of screams because of you two. When you saw Yurio missed his first triple axel you fucking cried. Your Christophe had to comfort you.
  • When MAKKACHIN might die you had to comfrot your Christophe
  • Y'all were serious goals TBH
  • Because it was a different cosplay every Wednesday and it was a fucking tradition in the house

Jumin: *your POV*

  • “Jumin….. please watch it with me :/”
  • “ I rather spend my time counting Elizabeth 3rds shedding hair again and compare the angle of it rather than seeing a man name YURI just standing there on ice. How can commoners like watching a man just be there on ice.”
  • “JUMIN ITS MORE THAN THAT. ITS ABOUT A MAN NAME YURI TRYING TO GET BACK TO HIS FAV SPORT BUT THE POOR MAN HAS A HARD TIME DEALING WITH PRESSURE AND HIS IDOL VICTOR COACHES HIM AND MAGIC. FUCKING. HAPPENS.” You went to GOT get your phone and turned on HISTORY MAKER.
  • “The song is catchy I must say but I just don’t want to watch it. Sorry my love”
  • “ Fine whatever, you won’t get sex till the season is over.” You walked away pist because he always didn’t want to watch your fav anime with you. You grabbed your MacBook from the shared master bedroom and went to the guest bedroom and got the speakers out connected it to the computer so you can be surrounded with YOI. stupid Jumin.
  • Jumin felt bad because you always did what he wanted to do so he went to the master bedroom to apologize and cuddle with you but you weren’t fucking there.
  • “CAN YOU HEAR MY HEARTBEAT” he heard the music coming from the guest bedroom and he saw Elizabeth 3rd going to the guest bedroom. He slowly walked there and he saw you dancing it. He never seen you so lost into the music. He felt horrible for refusing to see the thing that made you happy. He went to you and gave you a big hug and he sat down and you showed him each and every single episode
  • “ I’m sorry but YURI P. Is my favorite. Did you see his previous feline. He is my favorite.” You laughed because he was getting more and more into it.
  • *episode 7* you were freaking out because of the kiss and he was confused ? Like okay he thought Victor and Yuri made an excellent couple but how come they didn’t show the kiss? He was rather confused till you explained to him about the stupid censorship. He notice you were quite upset.
  • *next wednesday* THEY WERE HAVING A FUCKING HOUR SPECIAL. It was a rerun with them showing Victor and YURI kissed and in episode 8 while YURI grabbed victor tie after the whole LOVE speech he gave victor a kiss near his lips and you were dying and you saw the credits were changed with C&R INTERNATIONAL. and you looked at him next to you and you fucking gave him sex listening to born to make history. Because this man gave the fandom what they want

Zen: *his POV*

  • YALL are always arguing for spelling. Y'all SHIP the same ship but you say Viktuuri and he says VICTUURI. He says it’s Victor not VIKTOR. You say is Yuri K and then Yuuri P he says the opposite. That’s the main fights from Monday Thru Wednesday.  
  • He actually does the programs really similar and he literally looks like he is about to skate in real life but boy is just dancing to the song. You love him because he literally performs HISTORY MAKER for you every single Wednesday. He dances and sings to it and you decided to record him one day and he posted it up on his blog and he became even more famous LOL
  • his favorite is Victor because he says that Victor has every right to be confident and to show it in every performance xD
  • When the kiss happened. You thought the reaction videos were hilarious but this MAN STARTED TO BURST OUR CRYING AND HE PERFORMED HISTORY MAKER AND YOU RECORDED EVERYTHING AND HE GOT 1827482920101373737281 VIEWS
  • HE WAS MAKING YOUTUBE HISTORY

V:

  • he actually introduce you to the anime because you always seen him on the computer just losing it every Wednesday.
  • You asked him what he was watching and before he told you… he made you listen a song. It was a song called history maker. You actually fucking loved it. And he said you pass the test and INTRODUCED YOU TO EVERYBODY!!!
  • He made you watch the episode Dub ( to where it reached) and sub and you were falling in love. You were entering the gates of Yuri on Ice HELL.
  • By the second episode you notice
  • V IS FUCKING VIKTOR. YOU PUT A GRAY WIG ON HIM AND MADE HIM WEAR SUNGLASSES AND YOU TOOK A PICTURE AND SHIT WENT VIRAL.
  • REAL
  • LIFE
  • VIKTOR
  • he didn’t see it at ALL
  • till episode 8 where VIKTOR WORE THE SUNGLASESS
  • HE WAS SHOOK
  • he felt honored that he resemble an amazing character !?!!!!!?
  • He was so happy that he PROMISE he will wear the VIKTOR outfit for you every Wednesday :’D
you’re my werepuppy - Isaac Lahey one shot *fluff*

Original Request from nocomhbhronHey hey!! Love your blog dude :)
Anyway, I was wondering if you’d do a short of Isaac insisting that werewolves don’t like being scratched (like dogs; behind the ear, belly etc) but y/n scratches him while he’s sleeping and his leg starts going off 💕

Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader

Rating: Teen for swearing


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Originally posted by jkque

“[y/n], come get breakfast!” Derek voice blared, waking you up.

You dragged your sleepy form out of bed. After washing your face and brushing your teeth, you joined your pack, not bothering to change out of your pajamas. You entered the common area, seeing Scott and Liam watching cartoons on the couch, Lydia on an adjacent chair eating French toast and reading a thick novel. Stiles and Derek were at the stove, bickering about something while Stiles stirred pancake mix and Derek flipped.

You finally spotted your favorite werewolf, Isaac, who was sitting at the minibar, hunched over a plate of eggs and bacon. Of course he’d be alone, and of course he’d look adorable with his curly hair slightly in disarray and clad in plaid pajamas and a white cotton t-shirt. You always had a soft spot for Isaac, nothing explicitly romantic, but also not inappropriately maternal. Everyone just has ‘that person’ with whom they can share everything and feel safe, and he was your person. And as proven by your unplanned matching attire, you were kindred spirits.

“Morning, sunshine,” you greeted. Isaac’s face shot up, looking at you surprised. He recovered as he recognized it was you, his mouth stretching into a bright smile.

“Morning,” he chimed. “Someone’s finally up.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Well, someone had to stay up most of the night doing research because someone fell asleep, even though they promised they wouldn’t.” You lightly punched his arm.

Isaac ducked his head, a guilty grin taking form.

“Yeah… sorry about that. How do you make yourself stay up so late, anyway?”

You shrugged. “I guess I’m used to it. Tests and papers.”

Isaac playfully scoffed, mumbling something like “such a nerd.”

“What was that?” you piped. Isaac always teased you for being so invested in school, even though he secretly loved how smart you were.

“Nothing! I just said you looked really pretty today,” he shot you a thousand watt smile, leaning in closer to you.

You blushed, trying to mask your visceral reaction with a sarcastic laugh. You nudged him away with your elbow.

“Whatever, Lahey. Just eat your eggs.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he mocked, resuming his breakfast.

Derek appeared in your line of vision, knowingly shaking his head at the two of you. Everyone kind of knew that you and Isaac were a duo, not really ~together~ but always together. You had a thing. They respected your unique relationship, occasionally making slides like “stop being gross” and “make out already.”

Derek slid a plate of pancakes in front of you.

“Having a good morning?” he asked, the mischievous glint in his eyes implying a double meaning. He eyed Isaac, then you.

“Really good,” you replied with a tight smile. “Almost as good as yours.”

You gestured towards Stiles, who was now attempting to flip a drippy pancake.

“Shit,” Derek muttered, retreating backwards. “Stiles, don’t touch that!”  

You giggled at their antics, scarfing down a mouthful of pancake. Looking back over at Isaac, a wave of adoration hit you. You observed his careful movements, delicately using a fork and knife to cut up his food. You always wondered if the reason why he was so cautious, so meticulous in his ways was because of his childhood, always afraid to make a mistake, afraid of his father.

Your body moved of its own volition, the urge to comfort him overtaking you. You weren’t sure how, but your hand somehow ended up in new territory behind his ear. You moved your fingers along his hairline, gently scratching the area.

“What are you doing?” Isaac asked, breaking your trance. Amusement and confusion lit his features.

“What?” you replied casually, continuing to move your fingers. After all, it wasn’t unusual for you to touch him affectionately, physical contact a huge component of your friendship.

“You’re… scratching behind my ear.”

“Yeah, so? Do you not like it?” You pulled back slowly, embarrassment burning your face.

“I don’t exactly mind it,” he began with a laugh. “But you know I’m not a dog, right?”  

You raised your eyebrow.

“Hey, come on,” he scoffed in feigned annoyance. “Werewolf. Werewolf,” he enunciated.

You giggled. “I know. I just thought it would feel nice—“

“Well, you thought wrong,” he cut you off. “Werewolves aren’t dogs, [y/n]. We don’t pee everywhere, we don’t like belly rubs, and we don’t. Like. Ear. Scratches,” he pouted adorably.

You put your hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright. No more ear scratches,” you relented, but not before reaching up to ruffle his hair, laughing. Isaac merely groaned, hiding a smile in his shoulder.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The rest of the day had gone by smoothly. You were grateful, missing the aesthetic of a Lazy Sunday. The pack had decided to go out to dinner, leaving you and Isaac alone. You were both homebodies, preferring to stay in and relax.

You were sitting on the couch watching Pride and Prejudice, Isaac’s head resting in your lap. You absentmindedly stroked patterns into his arm until his body suddenly went limp, his breathing full and even.

He’d fallen asleep. Again.

Okay, you actually sympathized this time. Isaac thought Jane Austen was boring, but it was your turn to pick the movie, and you’d begged him for weeks to watch it with you. He had finally agreed before falling asleep twenty minutes into the film. You sighed, moving your hand away to avoid disturbing him.

But an idea suddenly hit you, recalling back to this morning when Isaac had said that werewolves didn’t like being scratched behind the ear. You thought back to all the times when you were a kid and your dog Molly had fallen asleep curled up beside you. Whenever you scratched her behind her ear, she would always whine softly and nuzzle closer to you in contentment.  

With Molly as inspiration, you slowly placed your fingers behind Isaac’s ear, gently caressing at first. When he didn’t stir, you nudged a little harder, running your fingernails against the exposed skin.

You froze when Isaac shifted, curving his body slightly inward. An almost imperceptible “hmm” broke through the silence as he burrowed his face into your lap. You took that as encouragement.

Still scratching, you used your thumb to graze the shell of his ear, stimulating more of the area. You passively noted how soft his earlobes were.

And that’s when it happened. Isaac’s leg twitched.

You gasped. Had you done it? Had you just proven Isaac wrong about werewolves? Victory was on your mind. Your best friend was literally an overgrown puppy in denial.

You maintained your controlled pace, not straying too long in one area, giving attention to different sections of his skin. You tried to stifle your laughter as Isaac’s leg started going off. You covered your mouth with your hand, the other still stroking him.

Behind you, the front door opened and the pack filed in, their voices and footsteps filling the air.

“Shhh, guys,” you whispered, turning around with a finger to your lips. They all turned towards you, approaching you in the living room.

“What’s up?” Scott said. They all stood in a circle, looking down at you and Isaac.

“Look,” you instructed. They watched silently. You resumed scratching Isaac behind his ear, and on cue, he started kicking his leg.

Stiles’ snort broke through the air as he buried his face into Derek’s shoulder, who was smirking and shaking his head. Liam broke into giggles. Scott hid his smile behind a fist. Lydia placed her hand over her heart, mouthing “so cute.”

Her support quickly turned devious as she pulled out her phone to take a video. The rest of the pack was now doubled over.

“This is so great,” Scott huffed through his mirth.

“This is fucking hilarious. I know what I’m doing tonight.” Stiles informed, a little too loudly. He put his hand on Derek’s shoulder.

Derek glared at him. This created another uproar of giggles.

“Guys, stop,” you warned through fits of laughter. “He’ll wake up!”

And he did.

You looked down when you felt Isaac maneuver in your lap. He looked up at you with wide, confused eyes. You removed your hand discreetly, smiling down at him.

“Heeey,” you welcomed cheerily.

Isaac opened his mouth to respond before he sat up and noticed the roomful of people observing him. The pack recomposed, panting and wiping their eyes, their faces too red and their smiles too wide.

“What?” Isaac asked, his brows furrowed. He looked around, then back to you. “What did I miss?”

You sucked in through your nose, looking down at your lap.

“Umm, well—“

“This.” Lydia sat down beside Isaac and handed him her phone. Crap.

Isaac hesitantly took the object and played the video. You waited for his reaction as you saw his eyes go wide in the screen’s reflection. After a few seconds, he hung his head, planting his face into his palms. “Fuck me.”

The pack broke character again, hunching over in guffaw.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Stiles taunted. “Even though Liam’s the youngest, I guess you’re the real runt of the litter.”

“Shut up,” Lydia protested, grinning. “I think it’s cute.”

“Alright children, let’s call it a night,” Derek ordered, smiling at you. “This was great, [y/n]. Made my night.”

“Yeah, seriously,” Scott approved. You noticed Isaac looking at you from the corner of his eye, his jaw locked. Scott walked towards Isaac and ruffled his hair fondly, from which Isaac reeled back, face tinted bright pink. “You’re the cutest beta there ever was.”

“I hate all of you,” Isaac deadpanned, sitting back with his arms crossed over his chest.

“We love you, too!” Liam called out en route to his bedroom.

Once everyone had left, you stood up, yawning and stretching your arms over your head. You looked down at Isaac, noticing his staring at your exposed midriff, and immediately placed your arms back down. He looked away rapidly. You stood in front of him.

“Well, I hate to say I told you so…”

Isaac glared at you.

“Was that really necessary?” Isaac mumbled.

“A little bit?” you squeaked. His jaw dropped at your admission. “You just kept denying the ear thing! And in my defense, I didn’t know that everyone would come back all at once like that.”

“Yeah, sure you didn’t,” he jeered. “Now Lydia has a video!”

“So? It’s not like she’ll do anything with it,” you defended. “And for the record, I agree with her.”

“Agree with what?” he muttered looking down, fiddling with his thumbs in his lap. You took a step towards him, your knees touching his.

“That you’re cute,” you spoke softly. He looked up at you, mouth parted. You inhaled at his bewildered expression. “Really, really cute.”

“Really?” he whispered. You bit your lip and nodded. Isaac’s mouth formed an ‘o.’

You regarded him with reverence. His face looked so soft from the warm light of the fireplace. You reached down and ran your fingers through his hair, soothing his awe, using your other hand to cup gently under his jaw.

“Let’s just go to bed, okay?” you cooed. He nodded into your palm. You released him as he slowly stood up, eventually towering over you. You were standing a hair width apart, his breath fanning over your forehead.

He lifted one large hand, moving the hair away from your shoulder. He leaned over to confess into your ear.

“I really did like it… the whole time.”

“I know,” you breathed against his shoulder.

Isaac chuckled.

“I guess I really am a dog.”

“Nah, you’re more like a hybrid,” you responded thoughtfully. He cocked his head to the side, silently questioning you. You chucked at his perplexity before concluding.

“You’re my werepuppy.”


A/N: Hey, guys. Can I just say I had the most fun writing this? Thanks so much to nocomhbhron for requesting it! You are my first official request. And you are grand. Hope you and everyone else likes this! :) 

Beyond a reasonable doubt

My response to recent fandom meltdowns. What would Mulder and Scully do? Slightly not safe for work. 

Mulder was propped up on his left arm, his mobile in his right hand, the bed sheets tangled around his legs. Scully took a moment to admire the ripple of muscles in his arms and chest as he scrolled.

           “What are you looking at Mulder?”

           “There’s been a drama unfolding on Tumblr.”

           “About Trump?” She untied the belt on her robe and hung it over the chair next to her side.

           “No, about that actress Gillian Anderson.”

           She sat on the bed. “Who?”

           He looked at her with a lazy grin. “The one who played Stella Gibson in The Fall.”

           Recognition flickered across her eyes and she hummed a little. “Ah, yes. Those silk blouses and pencil skirts. Those legs. That impeccable British accent.” She licked her lips and closed her eyes for a moment.

           Mulder chuckled. “You know there’s no such thing as a British accent, don’t you Scully?”

           “Huh?”

           “There are around 60 accents in the British Isles. Detective Superintendent Stella Gibson speaks with a southern English accent. Plummy.”

           Scully let herself slide further down the bed and turned to face him. “Like Phoebe Green, you mean?” She did her best ‘home counties’ accent and waited for him to bite. He rewarded her with an eye roll and a quiet ‘hmph’. “Can I see?” She took the phone. “So what’s the issue? Why is this picture a big deal? She looks happy.”

           “Yep. She does. But it’s who she looks happy next to that’s creating the blow-up.” He tapped the screen. The image enlarged.

           “Who is it?”

           “His name is Peter Morgan and he’s a screenwriter. We watched his most recent show, The Crown.”

           Scully peered at the phone. “Is that the one with Queen Victoria?”

           “No, that was Victoria. The Crown is the one about the early days of Queen Elizabeth II. Remember?”

           “Oh yes, that was great. A young woman thrust into the patriarchy, daring to have her own opinions and having to put up with a partner whose attention span was akin to a five-year-old and whose loyalty was sometimes dubious. Tough woman.” She gave him back the phone. “So what’s the fuss? And why are you on Tumblr, Mulder?”

           He put the mobile on his bedside drawer. “The fuss is that she has been linked to David Duchovny, the actor from Californication, for quite some time. And the fandom is in meltdown that she is now apparently seeing this Peter Morgan. It’s goodbye Gillovny and hello Gilligan.”

           Scully shook her head. “So the poor woman is reduced to a celebrity match name instead of being recognised for the talented actor that she is. It’s disgraceful. Imagine if we were given a couple name? How demeaning would that be?”

           “Would we be Sculder or Mully?” he asked, watching the strap of her nightgown slip down her shoulder. He placed a gentle kiss there. She turned and stroked his head, chuffing out a soft laugh.

           “And was she ever confirmed to be dating that Duchovny guy? I mean, he’s pretty hot, but do we really know anything about him? He might be conceited or arrogant or unfaithful or boring. Although, I did read his books and they were funny and sweet,” she let Mulder continue his ministrations. “And this Peter guy might be plain in comparison but he might be super intelligent, witty, charming. Women are turned on by all sorts of different things – emotional, intellectual and physical traits. It’s sometimes a slow and subtle burn that worms its way through your entire system until one day you look up and realist that this ordinary person you’ve known for a while is actually the love of your life.”

Mulder stopped kissing her arm and looked up at her. “Ordinary?”

“I’m not necessarily talking about you, Mulder. Carry on.” He did. “And how do any of these people on Tumblr know anything about these celebrities? They must spend half their day consumed with what famous people are doing instead of living their own lives, or loving their partners or children, or creating things, or helping others.”

           Mulder kissed down her arm to her elbow and licked the soft skin at the inside. She let out a slight moan. That sound did things to him.

“I know, right?” His teen girl impersonation made her giggle and he listened to that wonderful sound before licking again.

“Mulder, that’s really good, but I still want to know why you’re on Tumblr?”

“I’ve got an account.” He moved down her arm to her wrist and pressed his full lips to her papery skin there. That always got a reaction. She squirmed and he put his other hand over her abdomen, lightly stroking the silky material of her gown.

“What?” she pushed his hand away.

He pulled back and frowned. “Yeah, and this shit goes down and it’s terrible. People have actually sent death threats to the children of some of the bloggers. Anonymously, of course. But that’s scary.”

Scully looked at him, quirking an eyebrow. “It is. But since when did you get a Tumblr account, Mulder?”

“And who’s the real victim here, Scully? The celebrities, the bloggers who are being harassed, their children who don’t even know about the shitstorm, the rest of us watching it going down consumed by second-hand anxiety about people we don’t even really know?”

“You’re always on the side of the victim, Mulder, but this isn’t real life.”

“It’s somebody’s real life. It’s the real life of the mother whose child’s life was threatened.”

She sighed. “I know. It’s terrible. But when did you get a Tumblr account?”

“I set it up a while ago. I don’t have many followers but I like to see what’s going on so I look at my feed and go onto some of my favorite sites.”

She looked at him, tucking her chin to her chest. “What’s your blog called?”

“But Aliens.”

“Butt Aliens?”

He looked hurt. “You’re saying it wrong, Scully. But Aliens. It’s a blog about other the possibilities of life forms, space travel, conspiracies, UFO sightings. I just need more followers, you know?”

“I can imagine.”

“You sound a bit judgy, Scully.”

“No, I just don’t see what you’re trying to prove by being on a social media site like that.”

He climbed on top of her, pulled off her gown and grinned. “Right now, I’m trying to prove to you that people on the internet are crazy, and I think I’ve just about covered off on that. And next up I am about to prove that I’m also crazy in love with you. So, if you’ll just stop that brain of yours from disapproving of my downtime habits and let me proceed, I think you’ll find that my case is sound beyond a reasonable doubt.”

“There are some downtime habits of yours that I do approve of, Mulder.” She took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply, then pushed it down to her chest. He obliged and took a nipple between his teeth, enjoying her sharp hiss. He took his time, working her up to a crescendo of moans before trailing his tongue down her belly and finding the right spot with the sort of precision borne out of years of practice.


The morning sun cast a silvery shadow across their room. He breathed in the musky smell of their night’s pleasure and he picked up his phone.

           “Whoa, Scully! I’ve picked up lots more followers overnight.”

           She turned over and grumbled. “Don’t tell me you posted a photo of us together with the caption ‘Sculder confirmed.’?”

           He grinned into the side of her neck. “No, weird porn wins the internet again. I changed the name of my blog to Butt Aliens.”

Mates for Eternity

Request: Could you write another where Gabriel is nesting? Please?(:

Request: Love, love, love your blog! I have a request for a fluffy kinda smut oneshot where you lose your virginity to Gabriel. Your nervous at first but he’s really gentle and takes his time and its all cute and romantic. Hope you have a good day! :)

Request: Can I have one where Gabe and the reader have sex for the first time and he gives her her first orgasm?

Request: Please could I request Gabriel kissing and caressing the stretch marks on the readers thighs when he finds out she’s shy about them, sweet talking her as he goes?

Request: Hey, I love this blog sooo much! Could i ask for um *blushes* some wink!kink stuff? I had this idea where the reader sees Gabriel’s wings and he gets all embarrassed at first… Wherever you wanna take it :3 xx

Warnings: fluff, smut, body image issues, loss of virginity, wing!kink, nesting

Word Count: 2497

Author: Gwen

Gabriel sat on the edge of his large white bed with his six golden wings folded behind him. No angel disturbed him in his chambers since his nesting started. The need to find his mate and claim them was at an all time high since he had met you. Your radiant eyes that sparkled in the sun with your unique personality that matched his was the only thing he could think of. Each time he did though, Gabriel felt a tug on his wings as if encouraging him to go to you. However, he stayed in his chamber even after hearing you pray to him during the past few days. Worry was evident in your voice with each word that you spoke, but he grounded himself. If he went to you now there would be no way he would be able to hold back. Just as he curled up on his large bed, surrounded by his favorite things to keep him busy, another one of your prayers came.

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Let's reduce the hate anons! :3

Okay firstly I want to apologize because I’m bringing back something that certainly not happy bubbly cheery on your dash because I just login back to my Tumblr. So, I just gone for about two days and it seems like this fandom suddenly so full of hate lately with those bombarding hate asks from some retarded anon. It just getting worst and worst and. The recent case I found that someone (or some people?) was “being super polite” by sending anon asks to @fureiaa (thanks @dreamsinparadise for tagging me on your rant).

To be honest, I don’t know who she is and never talk to her even once but seriously anon, you’re already overboard because you were wishing her to get raped and died. And the worst, you were using my homies @viridian99 @akanojikan @rose-of-yonezawa and @i-dont-look-good-i-look-great as excuses to send some hatred to her. THAT.IS.NOT.COOL :|

Yes, I’m triggered af and hella mad right now. This is the worst hate anon case I’ve ever seen after I joined SLBP fandom. You had no idea what had you done, anon (not only this current anon but for all of the hate anons). You’re making people to think that the entire people in Tumblr are social justice garbage, easily get offended and full of toxic friendships just because of some irresponsible retarded people like you who spreading hatred to this fandom by lurking in anonymous, even until this seconds and the seconds ahead. Hat tip to you for ruining our peaceful and loving fandom because of you’re lowest of the lowest of the lowest attitude, Anon-sama :)

I’ve seen some of people already tried to remind us about how wrong spreading the hatred using anon, just like what @sinfulinsecret wrote in this post and @thedaydreamingotaku wrote on this post. Also with some rants about hate anon that my homies stated Wini’s rant, Minami’s rant ( @minminami), Viri’s rant 1, Viri’s rant 2, Momma’s rant, Kan’s rant, Nikki’s rant ( @nikkihime), Soua’s rant, and another rants that I might be not seen yet. But well… It seems all of those posts didn’t work at all because those haters just simply retarded. Their brain didn’t do its function well as the normal brain would do. Or maybe when we all are line up to get brain before we born, they just simply not in the line and go straight to the world instead so THEY HAVE NO BRAIN AT ALL. And, haters gonna hate really fit to describe them, literally. No matter how we will warn or even rants and cursing them, they will just continue to hate us unconditionally. We will always get so wrong in their eyes.

I’m getting hate anons too on my blog and of course that annoying me as hell. And I got it just because I simply spamming trolls to Milord Nobubu’s blog when he’s online again after a while and made Nobu Month event with my lovelies lmao please get a life anon :|
I did some action to respond their hatred to me, and it’s kinda work (at least for me) because I didn’t get any hate anon lately. So I want to share you my experience. Here are the steps I’m taking to face hate anon.

1. Turn off anonymous
Yes, this is the most simple and practical step you could take to prevent hate anonymous. It’s 99,99% guaranteed that you wouldn’t receive any hate anon on your blog. I’m saying 99,99% because you could get hate anon through another blog that get hate anons. This is for the example, where my momma @rose-of-yonezawa get mentioned in another’s people hate anon in this post.

So, even if we turn off anonymous, we would still get hate anon after all (again, just because it’s simply haters gonna hate)

2. Do not always reply or answer their asks.
I know there must be some blogs that couldn’t turn off their anon because of they knew that some people were to shy to reveal their identity (in a good way, obviously not like those haters) to send them request or just simply saying that they love your blog. The blogs that didn’t turn off their anonymous clearly would be an easy target of hate anons.

I’m turning on my anonymous again after a while and… I got some hate anons back on my asks D: I never reply or answer those hate asks that sent for me and they just… Stop. At least the asks that had same writing type never sent me hate asks anymore.
So I have this conclusion that what the haters want from you is to respond their hatred toward you, or we would simply say, they want your attention by seeing how you react to their asks (and maybe the whole people on this fandom because yeah some people must be would reblog your answer and the anon could see their reaction too). You would satiate them once you reply or answer them. The haters were like “Oho~ so you got so worked up because of this? Let’s roast you moreeee”. They would keep sending you hate asks for more and more and more. Again, haters gonna hate so no matter how you explain your situation, you will always get wrong on their eyes. (Well, damn you haters =_=)

Of course this step would not work directly if the case was like what @fureiaa had because that retarded person using someone else to spread his/her hatred. We needed to confirm the truth about what those haters said first. It would be better if you ask directly to the person they mentioned. You would get the absolute truth because it’s the person him/herself who confirmed that what’s the haters said not true. You could explain and clear all the misunderstanding that the haters made. After that you could imply ignore the upcoming hate asks that pops out on your inbox because you already know that was all lie.

3. Block the hate anon asks
I’ve done some experiment with this step with Wini and it would be very effective to get rid of them because it would permanently block the anon IP address. You would never receive any asks from the blog even if they were off of anonymous. If you still get hate anon, just block them again. It means you have more than one haters that sent you hate anons. At least you would reduce one of the source of toxic people in this fandom because they would never be able to spread hatred through your blog by blocking those asks. Reduce 1 hate anon = reduce 1 hate in this fandom. You can see the steps How to Block Hate Anon post made by @andallwaswell-ish (This is very useful, you all need to check it! ^^)

Well, this is just simply my own experience when I’m facing hate anons and it’s kinda work for me. I hope it would work to you too and help you to prevent and reduce toxic posts in this fandom. I really wish we could bring back the peace and the love we had before those retarded anons attacking this fandom and spread toxic post through their hate posts. And for @fureiaa I might not know you and we never even talked before but nobody deserve any hate anons, not even you. I wish you all the best.

And lastly, let’s make this fandom back to its peaceful and lovable state! :3

anonymous asked:

Can you please do a reaction with I.M Kihyun and Wonho when their crush broke her leg or something else and she called them for help, but they really overdo and think she's dying 😅 I love your blog so much 💖

Thank you so much!!! Here you go~♥

You (their crush) broke your leg and they overreact (I.M, Kihyun & Wonho)

I.M; He doesn’t seem like the type to overreact tbh but since he was head over heels for you he’d freak out. When he received your phone call, he would widen his eyes and stand up, quickly putting his jacket on while still on the phone to you.

You what?! Oh my God, okay, hang in there Y/N, you called the ambulance right? I’ll be there in 5 minutes. Actually, 3 minutes, i’m on my way!

Originally posted by eunhasmom

Wonho; To me he seems the type that when he falls for someone, he falls hard, therefore he, like Changkyun, would freak out completely (even more). He’d probably tear up and cry lol. 

You broke your leg?! Oh you must be in so much pain, baby. Let me call the ambulance for you while i’m on my way there. /sniffles/ stay strong Y/N.”

He’d call you baby, or jagi, or any type of couple-like nickname without realizing it, making you giggle while you’re still in agony. 

Originally posted by atrxpxs

Kihyun; He’d go full on mother mode when he found out you broke your leg. He would call the ambulance for you with another phone while still being on the phone to you, multitasking at its finest. 

Okay, okay, take deep breaths Y/N, i’m calling the ambu-Yes? Hello? My friend broke her leg you need to get there immediately she’s in a lot of pain please hurry up-Y/N You’ll be fine trust me they’re on their way now-” smh. 

Originally posted by minyuks

-L♥

anonymous asked:

[Part 1] I don't think she's unhappy. Her love is so pure, strong and true that I don't feel she will ever regret it or feel unhappy about it. l don't even think she deserves better and I think she would be upset if someone told her that, I mean it's not even Ciel's fault that he is the way he is. He went through a lot and he's bond to a demon, how do you expect him to be? Also I think her sadness is caused more for knowing the truth about Sebastian then the 2CT.

[Part 2] If she really just found out that our!Ciel lied to her all along she could just go to him and ask for some explanation, I don’t think anyone would ever leave home for a lie, the normal reaction would be to ask for some explanation. Also when she said she can’t save Ciel I think she was reffering to Sebastian ^^ and even if she found out about the 2CT, I think she wouldn’t be THAT shocked ‘cause she’s not stupid, I think she was suspicious about his true identity even before.


You speak exactly my mind there. What a wonderful anon I have on my blog here, my my~ 

But you have stated my thoughts clearly. I too don’t think she would ever regret loving Ciel. Even if she found out about the contract or whatever the 2CT brings with it, she wouldn’t be unhappy. Upset, but not unhappy. She wouldn’t be. She is the light in this manga, she is happiness herself. I can see she is sad, but being sad is different from being unhappy, right? I get the feeling even if the world was going to pieces around Elizabeth she would be standing her ground. I picture her as a full-grown warrior. Sadness, danger, and difficulties won’t make her lose her way. No matter how hard things are, she will tackle them all with her endless love, hope, and belief. That’s why I asked to begin with. People say that Elizabeth would be unhappy with Ciel, that she deserves better, and should love herself more. 

But I say: She does love herself. She is insecure of her strengh because of Madame Red but I’ve also never seen Lizzy do anything she didn’t want to do. Apart from that one complex she has never held herself back, has she? And it is Ciel who’s making her love herself once more.

She does not deserve better. How could she deserve better than a boy who, despite everything that has happened to him, who despite having a heart of ice, melts it for her, plays along with her, and is instinctively willing to sacrifice his life for her? Yes, life with Ciel is hard. It can be very difficult and Elizabeth’s experiencing it right now: You can be upset because he is contracted to a demon, you can be upset beause he is not who he said he was… For most that would be too much to bear. But it isn’t for Lizzy. That bundle of sunshine is understanding, and caring, and to her this is something she can understand. I think Elizabeth is just too brilliant to let such a thing darken her heart. So that’s where I take that from. She is sad, confused, it’s hard for her, but she is facing it head-on. That’s why I think she isn’t unhappy. She fights for him with so much love, she couldn’t muster that if she was truely unhappy, right?

That is, of course, only my opinion. To me Elizabeth’s love shines too bright to think she was unhappy being with Ciel. To me it seems like her current state of depression is only another proof of how much she loves Ciel. She wouldn’t mind the situation if she didn’t care, after all.

Well, I’ll leave it to everyone to interpret her character as they wish. I sort of feel you and I might be in the minority, believing that she’s happy with him, anon. And that makes your ask  make me even happier~ I’m glad to have found someone who believes the same ting I do~ Thank you for dropping by, anon! Have a lovely day~

I read this over and I feel like I haven’t been able to explain things properly. Well, this is after all a very difficult to descibe emotion. It is based on the fact that is you have enough love you can love your pain and draw strengh and love from it. I think Elizabeth can do that. That’s why I think she’s not unhappy. 

Haha, I give up. I can’t explain it! ^^” Hope you caught my drift a little anyways. XD

Hello, I am loving this blog, May I ask for the boy’s reactions to being first time father’s if it’s alright

Yes yes yes! I was hoping for an ask like this! Thank you!

Korekiyo Shinguuji

  • He is so amazed that you two could create something so beautiful.
  • Humans are such incredible creatures.
  • You’re created life! He’s so proud of you!
  • You two have begun a legacy. It is absolutely beautiful.
  • …Or at least, that’s what he thinks until he is up at three in the morning because it won’t stop crying.
  • Luckily, the man knows exactly what to do with a baby!
  • He takes wonderful care of the baby, and soon it is back to sleep.
  • He proudly admits that he did plenty of research while he was waiting for the baby to be born.
  • This baby is in safe hands.

Rantarou Amami

  • The nervous but prepared dad. 
  • There was a set due date, of course, and you distinctly remember waking up at 12:01 AM because Amami couldn’t wait a second longer to get you to the hospital! He was so excited!
  • He brings books for you, snacks for you, phone chargers, laptop charges, a laptop, and anything else you could possibly need to make your entire hospital experience more comfortable.
  • Luckily, the baby does in fact come out that day!
  • You tell him to wait outside.
  • He does not want to!
  • He holds your hand tightly, and you squeeze the hell out of his hand.
  • He wants to see the baby though!
  • So he walks over and-
  • Amami has now passed out.
  • MOVING ON.
  • Back at home, he is a clingy parent.
  • He loves the baby! 
  • So cute! So soft!
  • He is more than willing to let you relax while he does the work, he’s so proud of you, and he loves spending time with the baby! 
  • Constantly holding the baby.
  • He was not holding the baby five seconds ago! You only looked away for five seconds! When did he go get that baby?!
  • Amami go put that back!

Ouma Kokichi

  • CRIES MORE THAN THE BABY.
  • HE IS SO HAPPY. HIS LEGACY WILL CONTINUE NOW.
  • He wants to teach it a SWEAR.
  • He wants to teach the baby how to say FUCK.
  • You tell him no. He is extremely disappointed.
  • But he still teaches the baby a whole lot!
  • He holds its little hands and makes it stand up for a little bit every day so it can be tall when it grows up…unlike some…
  • The baby learns everything fast because Ouma is constantly teaching it!
  • He loves the baby so much. 
  • He won’t hold it though.
  • What if he drops it?! What if it breaks?!
  • No, holding the baby is your job…
  • But he gets to play with it!
  • But you have to change diapers.
  • But he gets to play! With! The! Baby!!!
  • Yay!

Shuuichi Saihara

  • Even more scared to hold the baby than Ouma!
  • He will DEFINITELY drop it. He promises. No baby holding for Saihara.
  • But!
  • That does not stop you from holding the baby RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIS FACE.
  • It grabs his nose and he just melts.
  • He will only hold it if you are there and he is sitting down.
  • YOU HAVE TO BE THERE.
  • Secretly tries to teach it lots of things to impress you.
  • You have to remind him that the baby is NOT allowed to watch crime shows! No crime shows for the baby!
  • He cannot name the baby Baskerville! No! Bad Saihara!
  • Eventually he falls asleep with the baby on his chest and that is absolutely adorable. You have to take the baby though. It needs to go to bed.
  • And he wakes up THE SECOND IT IS MOVED.
  • Just to be safe.

Kaito Momota

  • THE FUN DAD.
  • He will DANCE with this baby and PLAY with this baby all the time.
  • KAITO NO DO NOT THROW THE BABY THAT HIGH UP.
  • NO SPACE BABY. NO. NO KAITO.
  • But he’s really proud of you for working so hard for the baby!
  • He has so many name ideas!
  • He laughs for a solid two hours at his own joke.
  • The joke??
  • Let’s name the baby Uranus.
  • *cue laugh track*
  • He hops right on the dad joke train. 
  • He needs to teach this baby how to walk, because the second he does, it can start training to be an astronaut.
  • And when it gets older?
  • SPACE CAMP.
  • He has the entire space-themed future of this child planned out.
  • Can he give her a space name??
  • CAN HE NAME HER ASTRID??
  • Maybe.

Kiibo

  • How do you baby?????
  • He does a LOT of research.
  • It is DURING this research that he realizes that maybe you two can’t actually make a baby?
  • He can’t do that.
  • So…Adoption?
  • Yes!
  • And when you finally do adopt a baby…
  • HE IS SO NERVOUS.
  • He is so careful with the baby, he sometimes underestimates his strength sometimes!
  • He’s so careful, so gentle, and he will NOT touch the baby’s head.
  • That is much too risky!
  • He’s better doing the grunt work, like preparing the formula, changing the diapers, babyproofing the house, and lots and lots and LOTS of research!
  • He’s confident in his knowledge, but…
  • Not so much in his skills.
  • But you’ve never seen anybody calm a crying baby quite as fast. What a talent!
  • Despite all that research, he is CONSTANTLY asking you simple questions.

Gonta Gokuhara

  • He can 100% hold that entire baby in one hand. And he does.
  • He loves it so much!
  • He constantly reads to it, even if it doesn’t quite understand yet.
  • Your house is full of children’s books!
  • Bug stories! Yay!
  • He is also all too quick to get the baby used to carefully handling bugs.
  • Almost made a VERY BIG MISTAKE when he forgot about BABY GRIP, but his caterpillar was fine in the end.
  • Shoes??
  • Does the baby really need shoes?? No.
  • STUFFED. ANIMALS. 
  • ALL OF THEM.
  • He’s such a loving dad, you find it adorable.

Ryouma Hoshi

  • He’s not that much bigger than the baby…
  • Don’t mention that to him though!
  • He’s super willing to hold the baby.
  • He’s not even high enough up off the ground that anything could happen if he dropped it…
  • Don’t mention that to him either.
  • He knows you must be REALLY tired, and you’ve worked REALLY hard, so how about you just lay down in bed and he’ll take care of you both??
  • Sounds like a plan to him.
  • The busy dad!
  • The stay-at-home dad!
  • The dad on the go!
  • The soccer dad!
  • The dad with the van!
  • This is him. He is the van dad, and goddammit he is going to take this child and all their friends to tennis practice as soon as he figures out how to get a van and how to reach the pedals.
  • On second thought…
  • Maybe not the van dad.

vaguestblogging  asked:

So I really respect your opinion, which is why I'm asking this. I saw Mad Max: Fury Road and I really liked it. It created a new visual language that was thrilling and disorienting. The cinematography, the score, the acting: all great. But...I just didn't find it to be as amazingly feminist as others have. In particular I really didn't like the way the wives were filmed or their costumes. It still felt very Princes Leah in a Gold Bikini.

2/2 A lot of the plot points still felt really dehumanizing and misogynistic: the women being milked, the baby being cut out of a dead woman. And I think the ways these things were shown was still fairly leering. I don’t know if you noticed these things or if you felt the same way. But I really wanted to ask your opinion.

YOOO, sometimes I feel like I’m not loudly feminist enough on this blog, so it means a lot that you would respect my opinion on this kind of thing.

Also, your points are very legit. There are absolutely several scenes in this movie showing men dehumanizing women. The major plot point in Fury Road is escape from sexual slavery, full stop, and I would get it if that means some people just cannot enjoy it. That is completely valid and understandable.

But I think there’s a fine line between a movie treating a theme and a movie exploiting a theme? I want to qualify this statement somehow, but I actually can’t think of a moment where I saw the way Fury Road was shot as leering at women. It was brutally realistic about the violence perpetuated against them, but it never enjoyed it, and never asked the audience to either. I love that you made the Princess Leia connection, because I actually cited the exact same thing to my friend as an example of what I feel like Mad Max didn’t do?

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sc5  asked:

hey good luck with this blog! how about the companions reaction to their favourite song playing on the radio?

Thank you I appreciate the good vibes ^.^

Cait: when Cait hears her favourite song she can’t help but get a little pumped, hearing her favourite tune while with her best friend/lover just makes her feel on top of the world, it makes her forget her troubles for a while as she jumps around like a little kid before realising Sole was standing right there, she blushes but turns and says with a magnificent grin “can ye’ really blame me? ‘Song kicks ass and ye’ know it ;)”

Curie: is still new to music, while some exposure after getting out of the secret Vault 81, she still is yet learning the effect music has on a person and while listening to Diamond City Radio, she hears the odd song that takes her to… a different place, she wraps her arm around Sole’s neck and leans on their shoulder as they stroll “This… song, it… makes me… feel… strange? I cannot explain… I… like this feeling” and then tuns and smiles lovingly into Sole’s eyes. I felt like Curie would be the romantic sort when it came to music, there’s just something about her accent it’s so full of love and a manner of subdued joy.

Danse: I would imagine Danse as the subtle type, while obvious he enjoys a song, it is a subtle smile and a slight nodding of approval, smirking as he does, if out of his power armour he may tap his foot along to the groove, he proves himself to not be the emotionless tough guy everyone perceives him to be.

Deacon: Deacon fits right in with the whole 50s greaser thing, so when his one of his favourites comes on he runs his fingers through his pompadour wig and smiles like a dork while leant up against a wall. The definition of a cool dude ;)

Dogmeat: Dogmeat is Dogmeat and loves everything, so when Sole tunes into a station on their pip-boy he wags his tail in delight with his tongue flopping side to side as he trots as Sole strolls through the Commonwealth.

Hancock: I imagine Hancock as like a 60s rock guy, so I just have to say that something like Jimmi Hendrix exists in this world and Hancock can’t help but just get wasted on all the chems he can muster for an awesome drug trip, like a massive acid trip in our world.

MacCready: for some reason I can’t help but think MacCready’s favourite song is The Wanderer, so when that tune comes on over the air waves MacCrwady just lights up with joy, jumps up on a table and does the sprinkler while shouting “OOOH I’M THE WANDERER, YEAHA WANDERER, I ROAM AROUND AROUND AROUND…” sorry but I feel this suits MacCready perfectly xD

Nick: Good old Nick would probably listen to the classical stuff, unless there’s some big band jazz act around, like Danse I feel he’d be subtle about it, a brief smile and sigh of joy at hearing one of his favourites, the synth King of suave would have his fedora pointed down and a devilish grin to match as he listens.

Piper: she gets into the groove and doesn’t hold back, if it’s inside her office or at a settlement she’ll grab Sole by the hand and exclaim with joy “Come on Blue dance with me” excitedly leading her partner into the centre of the room to groove like its 1955 all over again, for some reason I can’t help but think it would be like Uma Thurman’s dancing from Pulp Fiction? :3

Preston: A big cheesy grin as Preston and Sole traverse the Commonwealth with Diamond City Radio blasting from Sole’s pip-boy, “I won’t lie general it does beat listening to the stuff that the castle puts out from time to time” Preston isn’t over the top like Cait or MacCready, but then again he doesn’t need to be.

X6-88: where I doubt X would listen to anything from the commonwealth I feel like he’d be into 80s synth stuff, being very machine inspired and such, with a pleasant smile and a bit of a spring in his step, different from his usual intimidating personality.

Strong: If Strongs personality is anything to go off, his favourite stuff would have to be something like metal, on hearing his favourite track, something heavy like Metallica to get the blood pumping, he’d probably get together with his super mutant brothers and mosh pit, smashing up whatever happens to be near by.

I hope you liked this one it was certainly fun to write ^.^

Children Please (Part 1)

Summary:  Marinette Dupain-Cheng: Student, Heroine, Fashion Designer, and full time Babysitter when it came to her close friends.

A/N:  Another story ayyyyy I had been thinking of doing this for AGES you have no idea. Enjoy!

Part: ( 234, 5 )


“Marinette!”

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Why I Personally Support Bellamy Blake and Bob Morley

I was originally gonna reblog this from this post by @magicalice but I just decided to post this by myself. I just wanted to give credit to her post for inspiring me to write this post.

Now I know I’m not a big blog and I don’t have that many followers but I just wanted to voice my opinion in general even if it’ll just get swallowed in the whirlwind of other posts, but what saddens me the most is Bob will probably never see this and will never know how thankful I am that for once there was someone who can represent me and advocate problems I have personally gone through. 

I remember reading his speech on “What Men Really Think About Their Body” and I know that the majority of the speech was about body image but the first part of his speech where he talked about his racial identity was what struck me the most. Because for once in my life I felt like someone out their has finally understood and has gone through similar racial and cultural identity problems that I have faced. 

My body - my physicality - has both protected me and isolated me. As a child, primary school was unkind to me. Growing up in a small country town where coming from a mixed-race family was alien, the racial taunts were abundant, and my thick black hair and my dark complexion were a dead giveaway that I was different, let alone my proud Filipino mother.

Emotionally too weak to deal with the racial slurs, my body responded and became my savior. I learned to use my physicality as a means of defense. I was the kid so puffed up with bravado and aggression, yet so full of pain. And I carried this big posture all throughout high school, making sure I was the biggest, strongest, and angriest as a device to ward off the would-be tormentors. Bruce Lee and Arnold Schwarzenegger hung on my wall - my inspiration to keep up the the facade of the alpha male. My heroes. My idols. Both strong and indestructible, if there was a problem, it was resolved with a clenched fist.

I live in Japan and even though I’m half Japanese I look pretty “white” so no one ever refers to me as “Japanese” until I speak to them or tell them my I’m half. Which comes with a lot of unwarranted racism and stereotyping thrown towards my way. I have personally had more rejection and racism thrown at me in Japan than I have in the states. So when I was little and was stuck in Japanese schools I didn’t know how else to face racism and rejection from my own culture so I resorted to my physical strength. I didn’t know how else to defend myself against unrelenting people who called me “foreigner”, said my blood was “tainted” and blamed me for world war 2. Eventually that didn’t get me anywhere and before I realised it I became the bully that I hated and thought I was defending against all those years and that’s how Bellamy has represented me and I think a lot of people in terms of self loathing. Even though I have personally not taken any lives unlike Bellamy I still struggle with my own self loathing. Yes some of it was from the racist things I’ve been told but a lot of it also has come from my guilt from bullying people, in general shitty things I have done to people, and feeling rejection from some of my family members. I know that I am not conventionally what people say is feminine or “what girls should be like”. I cuss, I’m loud, I can’t give a shit about how I look half of the time, I’m blunt and I’m argumentative. Which now that I’m on tumblr I know that these are qualities that I should actually be fine with and that I’m definitely not the only one but before going on here I hated myself for being like that since most of the time people had a negative reaction to it. Which is why I relate to Bellamy’s self loathing of himself so much because its exactly like what those voices tell me on a usual basis. 

However, the reason why I truly love Bellamy and his story is that he showed me yes it is possible to heal and try and come in terms with yourself. I know that a lot of people were frustrated with his arc in 3A (same as me) but now that I see how everything played out I loved how Bellamy finally got to face his own guilt and to try to let go of his anger. 

This is why I’m always sad and disappointed that Bellamy gets a lot of hate, I am fine with constructive criticism and it would be immature not to. But it saddens me when exaggerated crap like “mass murderer” shows up, yes Bellamy has done a lot of horrible things but you can say that about almost any other character of the show, and that is basically the whole point of the show. “There are no good guys”

However, what angers me is when Bob gets hate over what he beautifully portrays on screen. For the billionth time, he’s doing what his job is requiring him to do, and he is a wonderful person so why should he have to receive hate. What saddens me is that he has to see irrational, immature people send hate to him everyday just because his character doesn’t meet their agenda. What also saddens me is that Eliza and him can’t publicly celebrate being nominated for the Teens Choice Awards. What saddens me is that they have to censor what they want to say to please a crowd of people who don’t even represent the rest of this shows fandom. 

So, to Bob if you ever see this:

Thank you so much for representing and giving strength to us mixed asians, Filipino, and people who have problems with body image, and cultural rejection. Thank you for fleshing out the complex and amazing character of Bellamy. No one else would have done a better job and we all thank you for doing it amazingly. You represent a lot of us that usually don’t get a voice and it is refreshing to finally have someone who is amazing as you to represent us considering for some you are the only representation we have. So please remember that even amongst the negativity that there are people who support you and people you have had a very positive affect on. 

So I just watched "I'm Not Ashamed"

Sorry if you’re extremely hypersensitive over spoilers but I’m going to lay this shit down on you anyway.

Firstly, Rachel’s story, for the most part, was told moderately accurate. They had her outfits to a tee and even had her real car which was pretty lit (it was still intact after all these years and was shown in an overly cheesy, sentimental scene at the end of the film). They had her faith down (obvs as it was the whole point of this film even being made) as well as her portrayal of character. However, as a result of this “holy af” reputation, they COMPLETELY stripped Rachel of her typical teenage antics by showcasing her as NOT being a smoker at a point in her life (hinting as if she was anti-smoking) and by also being anti-liquor. They also got the whole prom scene wrong as they made her attend it with an Asian guy and not Nick Baumgart. Furthermore, in this scene, they made Dylan look at her bitter sweetly as he was dancing with Robyn, giving a sense of him “wishing it was her” rather than Robyn, who they also made to appear as disinterested and not wanting to be there with him (which was totally false as we all know- Robyn was the one that urged HIM to go).

Secondly, there were a shitload of inaccuracies with Eric and Dylan (shock). Eric was a steroid abusing, middle-aged, hairy motherfucker in high school apparently who recited all the lines from his journal as he walked through the halls. Eric and Dylan apparently also wore their natural selection/wrath shirts to school every day without fail (probably for symbolism though). However, they weren’t in it as much as I would’ve liked tbh haha, like they legit only had a few lines. Anyways, at the beginning of the film (ish) Eric, Dylan and “Sean” (who really was Brooks Brown) walk through the halls and bag out a disabled kid called “Austin” who Rachel was VERY fond of. Then, a wild herd of jocks decide to rain on their parade as they reach for a bottle of baby oil, grab Eric Harris randomly and throw him through the halls whilst cackling loudly saying “now that’s what I call dork bowling he he he” or some shit. Then, Eric gets up and says “ I’ll kill you!” And the main jock is like “oooOooOooooO so scared” which leaves Dylan to mutter to “Sean” (Brooks) I’m going to make them pay (he has his boy’s back) with “Sean” (Brooks) replying with “ well that’s Columbine”. Then, Eric and Rachel have an interaction as she’s looking at him with pity to which Eric proceeds to shout at her “WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT???!!!!?!!!l” to further exemplify his built up, all consuming, homicide inducing RAGE. Also, at the end of the film they try to attempt to “redeem” the jocks of their unscrupulous behaviour by having the jocks accept the disabled kid “Austin”.

To go on further about Eric and Dylan’s inconsistencies (because that’s why you’re on a Columbine blog ma dudes), they pretty much just make Eric this Hitler fanboying Neo-Nazi as he pays attention to Hitler’s ideologies in class and later on in another scene he’s depicted reading a book -wait for it- covered in swastikas. Also, there’s a cafeteria scene which most of y'all have probably already seen. Dylan is apparently obsessed with Rachel: he can’t take his eyes off the glorious, Christian temptress and they share a moment amidst Eric spewing his journal shit whilst wearing his natural selection shirt yet again. This scene also just pretty much makes Eric to be the “ring leader” and Dylan the “follower” who just fuels Eric’s ego by agreeing with him.

Furthermore, the film also aims to depict the deterioration of Eric and “Sean’s” (Brooks) relationship, mainly by picking up a recounted argument that Brooks wrote about in “No Easy Answers” (they also plugged his book at the end of the film I swear but maybe it was just coincidence. Rachel says it while talking to “David” (Richard Castaldo) in conjunction to how there’s no easy way to say that a divorce between parents doesn’t get better). “Sean” (Brooks) was oversleeping and Eric calls him FUMING, demanding him to hurry up and take him to school. They get in a fight and to sum it up, Eric says to “Sean” (Brooks) “I’LL KILL YOU” (edgy) and then hangs up the phone (fuck the natural selection shirt, Reb should just be seen wearing Regina George’s “a little bit dramatic” one).

Another inconsistency with Eric and Dylan (surprise) is where they’re playing video games in Eric’s basement. Dylan pretty much is depicted as kissing Eric’s ass as he says “oh man!!!! Imagine if this were Columbine???!!!” And Eric says really REALLY seriously “why shouldn’t it be?” To this Dylan replies, “oh no way man that’s sick.” This just further propagates that Eric came up with the idea and shared it with Dylan (totally false) and further reinforces that Eric is the “leader”.

The next big inconsistency was Rachel’s speech on causing a chain reaction with kindness. First off, Eric and Dylan weren’t even in that class and secondly, they never even heard that recital but they were depicted to have. Rachel goes on and on about how much of a Christian she is and the camera pans showing Eric and Dylan looking affected. Then, the teacher proceeds to play the iconic “Hitmen for Hire” short film (which tbh had better editing skills than Eric and Dyl’s original one did but it was the 90s when they did it so we can cut them some slack). As she introduces it, the bitch is like, “and NEXT we have Eric and Dylan’s PIECE on how they would change the WORLD”. She legit only goes through it for like a second and Rachel is all squeamish like “oh do we really have to watch this?” To which the teacher states “no we DO NOT HNNNNGGGGH”. Then Dylan pretty much shouts with his “boisterous” personality “and that right there is the BESTTTT WAY TO CHANGE THE WORLD HAHAHAHA PEW PEW PEW” *makes gun motions with fingers*.

Now the funniest thing ever is the scene that follows the “pew pew pew” one and its this fictitious, add-on scene. Pretty much, Eric and Dyl are having this super secret meet up (ooooOoooO perfect for those chicks that ship them. The directors really provided for ALL of their target audiences) on this stairwell. Then, Rachel proceeds to walk up this stairwell and encounters them. Eric gets all mad and gangs up on her “so what’s with this Jesus crap?” to which Dylan intervenes, “yeah think you’re better than us???¿¿?” And Rachel’s all like, “no I don’t think I’m better than anybody. I have to get to class.” Then Eric full on staunches and shouts out “yeah compassion????!!! That’ll work!!!” (Major foreshadowing here kids).

Lastly, we have the scene you’ve all been waiting for: The Massacre Sce- oh wait it’s just total and unequivocal blackness after Rachel gets shot. Realllllly riveting and reallllllly climactic. It literally made me go all Reb after watching it because that’s what I was waiting for! That’s what it was building up to!!!! But it totally and utterly disappointed. In this scene, we have the infamous propaganda painted all over it that has been circling the Columbine archives for far too long now and that is the most overused, shouldn’t-be-recognised-as-fact quote… The question that was “supposedly” always stated by the boys: “DO YOU BELIEVE IN GOD????” I didn’t think they would have it in those specific words (tried to have hope) because of what was depicted in the trailer but they fucking were. The scene starts off with Rachel and “David” (Richard Castaldo) talking about “David’s” parents getting a divorce. He confides in Rachel because she’s gone through it but she has “no easy answers”. Then, “David” sees Eric and Dylan approaching and says, “woah what is this, like a prank?” to which he is replied with by gunshots. Rachel is slain and is gasping in pain and Eric states mockingly, “where’s your God now?” At this point, he grabs her by the hair and says “ do you believe in God, Rachel?” She then says simply “yes” and at this stage of their supposed interaction, Eric puts his gun to her temple and says maliciously, “well, go be with your God now.” After this, the screen goes blank and shows real footage of the massacre’s events and this is then followed by a dramatisation of the flowers being put on her car by friends, family (grieving Craig Scott) and foe alike and also a simulated funeral.

Well, this was longer than I thought it would be but I surely fucking hope it gave someone an insight of what the movie is like without spending a dime; someone who didn’t want to see the film for obvious, understandable reasons. I love you fellow Columbine-infatuated kids. Stay murderous 😉😘❤️

anonymous asked:

Can you do like a ft art blogs rec thing? Like how you do the fic lists but like add in summaries of what you think of their blogs and just stuff like that? I just think it'd be a good start for new people in the fandom.

LOL yeah why not?? cough its 2am and I yeah typos

@nanakoblaze; omg nanako kills me every damn time she posts her art. I mean LOOK AT THAT THEY GORGFEOUS AF I freakin LOVE how u doing their eyes and how everything shines?? also she killed me with nalu x mm 
DEFINITELY FOLLOW HEr yuuto & zervis ahh

@illustraice; *thuumbs uupp* OML iCE ur art is memerizing I SWEAR. I just love the way you draw I cant DESCRIBE IT. its uniquuuee~ and ur bubblegum series was just *holdes breath* *stars crying* im a proud mama. DEFINITELY FOLLOW HEr also meme-queen

@acnologias-ass; hER fairy tail art is so daammn cutee I just ahhh I fall in love with her art! she loves the dragonslayer as much as I do and thats a BIG BONUS++ and her art is ahh cute where the character look kinda chibi but arent ahh I cant describe sryyy. acnologiahohohoDEFINITELY FOLLOW HEr

@beaglecakes;
okaay imagine a basket full of puppiees, kawaii stuff & chocolate - thats their art wow what an example. its EXTREMELY CUTE! how can someone be so talented with a pen pls tellll meeey. their art is just: hella cute~ DEFINITELY FOLLOW ThEM wow I used cute a lot

@jellalsexualll; so. freakin’. hot. don let me start with her jerza arts *drool* SO TALENTED GOSH. how do you do the coloring??? Im like 1000% jelly. jerza body language. Her art is a mix of beautifullnesss and hotness AT ONCE. and jellal’s and gray’s muscleses heheheheh on poiint DEFINITELY FOLLOW hER

@keiid; HeR ART GIVES ME LIFE. I get freakin excited every time she uploads something like??? is that even normal??? her natsu and zeref art OMG both hella sexy cutee and AHHH I CAHNT. her series! DRAGNEEL-FAMILY YES.YES.YES??! natsu jawline omg I DIED DEFINITELY FOLLOW HER

@smaliorsha; NALU ART. NALU EVERYWHERE- her art is one word: beautiful above beyondness. her art is just ahhh nalu-fangirl-material™ everytime something new u wouldnt accept. *pause* inner-fangirl awaken. lucy in so many different roles I love it DEFINITELY FOllOW HER 

@semi-o; did you every saw her art? ITS LEGENDARY. I mean it its PERFECT I LOVE IT OMG. their anatomy is just perfect and how?? tell meeee. indescribably beautiful. sometimes drawing silly chibis and then sometimes art that takes time and BOTH INCREDIBLE DEFINITELY FOLLOW THEM

@zippi44  you need to be dead to not know zippi  I mean her art is everywhere and AHHH FANGIRLING™ she’s senpai duh. first of all how can a person draw so perfectly? with both hands? AND GOSH UR NALU- ich sag lieber nichts mehr +16 muhaha german-power & your luna posts ahh DEFINITELY FOLLOW HER

@xdrawings-x; I think she has good stuff? LOL JUST KIDDING BAE; her art is just breathtaking. everytime I see a new nalu drawing of you I think u already know my reactions already LMAO. She has just a beautiful way drawing nalu<3 abs natsu cough cough DEFINITELY FOLLOW HEEER dani dani du machen mich noch crazy 

@shadoouge; I adore her nalu art its just so cute omg! You should visit her store and her streams!! her art is a mix of cute-chibi art and even cuter nalu and ahhhh dreaam!~ Everytime something new and her nalu-week-art *dying all over again* DEFINITELY FOLLOW HER!

@jiyu-koya; ellieeee your scetches and art are AMAZING! they darky & kinda sexual me liking it hehebe and their eyes omg how?? AND UR NATSU IS JUST HOT AND THE FLAMES THEY LOOK DELICIOUS -wait what?? personaly my fave are ur natsu & erza scetches<3 DEFINITELY FOLLOW HER! 

@mslead; HER ART. HER COMICS. IM DEAD BYE. She has so many fanfic ideas and she DRAWS HER IDEAS INTO COMICS OR ONE PIECES AND IM IN LOVE OKK; her art has a dark-adult aura sometimes sexual and her natsu w/ long her is perfect  DEFINITELY FOLLOW HEr

@rboz; OMG HER ART IS SO DAMN CUTE and sexy cough cough if you a big gajevy fan visit her blog its alllll around! So many cute gajevy art and ahh everything what pleases your little gajevy hurt! warning kiddos nsfw-stuff here. AND DAMN UR GAJEEL W/ SHORT HAIR HUHU DEFINITELY FOLLOW HER

@phoenixx305; her nalu arts are so MAJESTIC OHMY I have no words to describe the beauty of your art??? Just breathtaking. & I ADORED her nalu-fluff-week omg the idea of them always taking a picture of their activities BRILLIANT AND DAMN CUTEW. and now zervis week? *DEAD* DEFINITELY FOLLOW HER! btw congrats oin 1K

@arikafd​; your end x lucy // Endlu art made me actually cry? Like wtf. IT WAS BEAUTIFUL AND AHH LIKE ALL YOUR NALU ARTS wqjsbjqwsd & your zervis is so cute omg why do I use cute so often? its just cute and  mesmerizing <3  DEFINITELY FOLLOW HER 

@m-d-tr1​; THEIR  NALU & GAJEVY DOUJI IS THE CUTEST THING I’VE EVER READ?? their nalu douji was my first nalu-fangirl-material AND I DONT REGRET IT CAUSE ITS BEAUTIFUL! Lucy x dragonboi natsu YES YES & Levy x dragonboi gajeel AGAIN YESSSS. DEFINITELY FOLLOW THEM!

@jxlight; She threw two of my fave things together into one masterpiece. NALU AND GAME OF THRONES THANK U OMG did I mention I love you because of your FANTASTIC nalu arts? how can a person draw so perfect and choose THE RIGHT COLORS?? #beautiful af DEFINITELY FOLLOW HER!

@ayumichi-me; IM IN LOVE OKAY NOW ITS OUT. her natsu badboy x nerdy lucy hit me right in the hurt its huuurts. and her smut side hehehe she is hella cute and hella talented ohmy how??? nalu-fangirl-material-art. DEFINITELY FOLLOW HER!

@lapoin; her art. her art. HER ART jdkjdkjdd. she draws so beautiful I cant even describe it?? SO MUCH NALU YES THANK YOU. you should visit her store and BUY SOMETHING. its worth it. not only her nalu is beautiful EVERYTHING SHE DRAWS IS AMAZING DEFINITELY FOLLOW HER! 

@ccrispy; her art is more than cute- its nalucious omg what a verb I fangirled so many times just by seeing her nalu artwork omg. Its just tooo cuteee~~ and her nashi is so cute lemme huge her! JUST AHHH DEFINITELY FOLLOW HER

@kenjocatze; LMAO every time I go to your tumblr I think of: meme, ultra meme, oh endlu meme, ENDLU, curious end & cute nalu haha XD super-duper stuff their! Their nalu is on top and I just love their end omg Im obssesed with him. DEFINITALY FOLLOW THEM!

@blamedorange;
meme + crackshipping is my shit and her art gives me all omg I LOVE IT! LOL and their art is so damn funny and so freaking well-drawn?? how?? me being jelly again uh its not all about shipping and all but more about ft character fighting and just meme? yes. DEFINITELY FOLLOW THEM

@giupear; I LOVE your natsu and nalu omg my fave. how do you do the eyes?? they..they.. mesmerizing unforgettable. and natsus hair is my fave ohmy how?? so much nalu-fangirl-material u wouldnt believe me *cough* visit her blog *cough* DEFINITELY FOLLOW HER

@wendychuu; HINAAA MY SUNSHINE <3 1. cutiepie of the year 2. wendy  enthusiast 3. talented artist! She draws in such a cute way omg I LOVE YOUR ART AHHHH If you love nalu and wendy as much as she does DEFINITELY FOLLOW HER

@flamedork; see her tumblr header? self drawn. ISNT IT BEAUTIFUL??! Her nalu art is omg undescribale;  mix of talent cuteness & sparkle. ALSO WRITER! daaamn this girl is talented af! visit her tumblr to see her amazing creations! DEFINITELY FOLLOW HER!

>> I know I know there are many more artist in the FT fandom but im kinda lazy and yeah bye ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
hope my rec could help you?

The Akaba Brothers: On the Subject of Conditioning.

I bid welcome to ye — my lords, ladies, and gentlemen — to the longest manifesto I’ve put onto this blog since I started it 3 months ago. I hope, in all earnestness, that it will be worth it.

Episode 67 of Arc-VThe Light and Shadows of the City — has proven to be quite the … explosive addition to the plot. Quite a few things have been revealed about a number of our characters, and this is particularly pertinent for me since my favorites so far are, and have been — without doubt — the Akaba siblings.

My favorite of the two of them, though, is Layra. So this episode has another advantage, since he’s the focal point. The … swinging pendulum of the episode’s major conflict, shall we say.

See what I did there?

… Ahem. Anyway.

I have already made it clear my general thoughts on his treatment in this episode, but now that I’ve seen the full make-up of his situation, I’m going to clarify my specific thoughts on it.

Particularly on the subject of Reiji. 

Layra’s Niisama.

I’ve seen a fair amount of Reiji hate since joining this wing of the fandom, so to speak, and this episode pretty much exemplifies exactly why I’m tired of it. These are my thoughts, and my analysis, of the newest addition to the widening arc of this family. I am in no way attempting to force my viewpoint on anyone.

Just … take it into consideration, if you would.

Now, then. Spoilers abound for this episode. If you haven’t seen it yet, and don’t want to ruin the suspense, go ahead and stop reading now.

With that said, let us begin.

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“IN RETROSPECT---” Hannibal 3x06 Again

**Warning: rewatch live-blogging, written with knowledge of the full series

It is happening.

Again.

Season 3, Episode 6: “Dolce”

The dissolves in this opening are unreal. Additionally, I find myself reminded of Don’t Look Now, and LOVING IT.

Aw yeah, Hannibal’s half-lidded unblinking eyes as he watches Bedelia calmly stitch him up. I heart the Fells. They are…. fell.

What do you think Jack Crawford is most surprised by when Will appears: him being all beat up, or him wearing a nice suit? The answer is wearing a a nice suit. Maybe the suit is responsible for how they shake hands like this is a pleasant and professional business meet-up, and not two damaged morally gray vigilante frenemies hunting down their old serial killer friend in Dream Italy.

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Someone contacted me about answering some questions about my wedding and the internet's reaction to my photos for a LGBTQ college course he is taking.

I was told I did not have to answer any questions that offended me, and even though every single question offended me, I thought I would answer them anyway, so as to set the record straight.

I will attempt to keep all sarcasm at bay, as well as my anger, because I am deadly serious in my convictions and don’t want emotion to color how seriously they are communicated.

((Pretty long; read at our own risk.))

1) Why the traditional male/female “costumes”? It supports the “sacred between a man and a woman” argument…[you] are mimicking it.

  • Because I am a lesbian does not mean that I want anything different from what potentially any other woman wants. I have long wanted to wear the pretty white dress and walk down the aisle. I wore the traditional “costume” because I wanted to; being gay does not lessen my right to wanting it. Furthermore, my wife did not wear a “man’s” costume. Every single article of clothing she wore was bought at a women’s store. She wears pants every single day of her life; wearing pants to your wedding is not suddenly different. She felt beautiful; she looked beautiful. There is no way someone would have mistaken her for a man and she did not look mannish.

2) Why one of the most hateful states in America (Arkansas- trust me, I have been there a few times. The tension is thick in the air)?

  • Because that is where my wife and I are from, and it was central to where the majority of our friends and family live. We know all about how that state is; we lived there for 20+ years.

3) It truly is amazing that there was not one hater, BUT… do you think it is fair? Fair in a sense that you may inspire others to be more transparent in their personal lives, but they more than likely will not get the same warming response.

  • To be totally honest and blunt, no it isn’t fair. No, most people probably would not receive this response. I posted my pictures to my blog that, at the time, had 85 followers. I could have never in a million years predicted this response. They are pretty pictures and people enjoyed them. Fair has nothing to do with anything.

4) AND MOST IMPORTANT…Why do all these gay people wanna get married? Does the dynamic of the relationship change? I understand that their are legal rights and such associated with marriage. But for the most part, I feel like gay people want to get married because they know they cannot. Its like telling a child not to do something, and what do they do…go do it. As a culture, why can’t we gays find a way to “marry”. Why do we have to dress like them. Stand and take vows like them. Wear all the wedding stuff. Tacky decorations. I feel like the gay community is clever enough (and has the decorating skills) to make something more fabulous than the mundane boring thing they are trying to keep us from. Why marriage? I say share your love, like to the 40% of homeless LGBT youth. Do not confine it to a ceremony and some words. Live it. Love it. Show it.

  • I’m going to break this down:
  1. I wanted to get married because I was in love and wanted to commit my life to the person I love. I wanted to share this commitment with my friends and family, and celebrate it with them. Being gay has no bearing on this.
  2. It doesn’t matter if the dynamic of the relationship changed. I am a consenting adult who wanted to get married, so I got married. Being gay has no bearing on this.
  3. Re: legal rights. Yes, there are “legals rights and such” involved. Thousands of them. For custody, for adoption, for insurance, for inheritance; the list goes on. In our case only, we struggle with legal issues every day. I am a student and can’t work full time, but because my marriage is not recognized, I can’t be covered by my wife’s insurance. I have multiple health issues and have been hospitalized on several occasions. It is only by the grace of the good people that work in the different hospitals that my wife has been allowed to stay by my bedside. They could kick her out, refuse to let her see me. They have that right. If Kat were my husband, this would be a non-issue. That is the hard fact.
  4. Being gay has no bearing on wanting to get married. I am a person, first and foremost. As a person, I wanted to get married. It has nothing to do with “not being able.” Being gay does not make me any less of a person.
  5. I’m dressing like me. Not “them.” People gushed over my dress because it was so “me.” Ditto for Kat. The wedding was so us, it was obnoxious.
  6. I wanted to make vows to the woman I love. This is not a exclusively heterosexual right.
  7. Side note: our decorations were not tacky.
  8. In my opinion, you are perpetuating the toxic gay stereotypes that lessen our validity in the world at large (which is further frustrating as you have told me that you are also gay). Being gay does not equal being fabulous, having impeccable taste, or knowing how to decorate. It means you are sexually attracted to the same sex. 
  9. I don’t know how else I could have “Live it. Love it. Show it.” more effectively than by getting married and then sharing my photos with the world. I showed no shame in getting married and then freely sharing my happiness. My getting married does not lessen the experience of the homeless youth, nor does it imply that my own experience has been an exclusively joyful one.


Those picture are with out a doubt beautiful. I do not want to diminish or poke fun at what they have done. I am looking for understanding. My grandmother told me that it was important to pick your battles. I just dont understand how you can put yourself (gay marriage) before helping your fellow brother or sister. They want to live and survive, find love and happiness, success; and here you go…taking time, resources, and the spotlight off of issues that can make a bigger difference, and mean a lot more than “I do.”

  • I took no resources. I got married, with my own money, and posted pictures of the event on a virtually unknown blog. They, by the random aligning of tags and a few affluent blogs, went viral. I have not monetarily gained from this experience, nor have I  lessened the fight for equal rights. I have shown that I am as boring and normal as anyone else, and that I do boring, normal things, like getting married. 

I will close with this: I feel as if you are hoping to lay guilt upon me for what has happened in the wake of my posting of ten wedding photos. I do not and will not accept this guilt. What I am fighting to show the world every single day is this: I have done nothing wrong.

Thank you for your interest.

Special Kinda Love PT.4

Last chapter can be found on my blog under the tag ‘special kinda love au’ or you can read it on Ao3.

“We got some peanut butter, what looks to be ham, cheese slices, apples, carrots, crackers, anything I’m saying sound good?” Gail raised a brow at the blue eyed blank stare. “Aunt Chloe has some chicken wraps, how about that?”

That got a slight reaction, a head tilt in thought. Then a shake of head.

Gail took another look in the break room fridge, moving a few things here and there. “Ah!”

“How about Aunt Frankie’s left over spaghetti?” She swivelled in question.

“Yes please!” Shiloh perked right up at the suggestion of spaghetti. It was his favourite after all.

“I’m sure she won’t mind, right?” Gail smiled, knowing full well how pissed the detective was going to be, and not be able to really be mad because it was for Shiloh -her sweet, innocent, hungry nephew. Gail snickered as she re heated the noodles and sauce, enjoying it all too much.

Once happy with their meals they set out for her desk.

Gail’s lunch ran twenty minutes over due to picking up her son, and setting up for a few hours hanging out at the station. It’d happened before, Shiloh not having someone to watch him for a few hours and so Gail had to ride the desk -or find someone who she trusted- to continue work and watch the dark haired four year old. Quite a few times Shiloh had ended up at the morgue with Holly, those days always brought some wonderful dinner conversations about fluids, and guts, and medical jurisprudence that she couldn’t even pronounce. Those days seemed like his favourite, there were only so many times you could show kids the equipment rooms and it be exciting. Where as a day at the morgue was never quite the same each time.

“Mama?”

“Yes, Shy?”

“Why is the sky blue?” Shiloh asked as they skipped down the hall of 15 division.

Gail smiled at the innocence of the question. Why is the sky blue? “I have no idea of the science behind it.”

“I’ll ask Hols, Sunday at the park.” He nodded at his conclusion.

Gail’s insides turned to ice for a split second, every cell, every vein, all dropped below freezing. Holly. The park. She couldn’t cancel that, not after avoiding the brunette all week, it would be too obvious that something was going on. And if Holly thought there was something going on then she would have no choice but to admit her change of view. Admit the extra jump of her pulse at the thought of her best friend. Admit her wandering daydreams of smirking lips. Admit the fluttering in her stomach at the mention of her name. Gail was hardly ready to deal with it herself, let alone telling anyone -telling Holly- about it.

“Yeah. I’m sure she’ll know.” Gail attempted to stay cool and level as they arrived at her desk.

Shiloh rolled over the closest empty chair and sat it next to his moms. Gail passed him his bright headphones before taking out her phone and opening the Netflix app.

“So, you sit right there, eat your spaghetti, and watch The Magic School Bus alright?” Gail instructed as she got the show ready on her phone.

“I can’t watch The Magic School Bus.” Shiloh was quick to shut it down.

Gail peaked over her phone at the boy beside her and raised a brow.

The brunet wiggled further into his seat, head phones resting around his neck, and tupperware container of warm spaghetti in his lap, glaring at his mother for even suggesting he watch the cartoon.

“I can’t watch it without, Holly.” Shiloh stated with 'you should know this’ written into his every action. “That’s our show, and we promised to not watch without each other.”

It’d been just over a week since they had last seen each other, the morning of their night of fun, and Gail had been avoiding the doctor since. She needed time to clear her head of the clouds that seemed to bloom with every thought of Holly, needed to bungee cord her heart so it’d stay in place, and she needed to figure out how to put an end to the quiet hum of her body at the mere memory of soft, tanned skin on her own.

“Oh, right. Sorry,” she shook her head in an attempt to clear it. “I forgot. What do you want to watch then?” Gail exited the episode and began scrolling through the children titles.

“Mama, I miss Holly. Can we visit the morgue?” Shiloh asked hopefully, his voice void of its usual air of confidence.

Gail’s heart pinched with guilt, she’d forgotten about her son in the whole avoidance thing. The past week was probably the longest Shiloh had ever gone without seeing or talking to Holly.

“I’m sorry buddy, but we can’t bug her at work.” She internally winced at the change in the baby blues starring back at her.

“That’s a lie. We visit her all the time at work, mom loves it when we bring her things at work. And we’re never a bug.”

She paused. There was that word again.

Gail closed her eyes and thought of how to react. She could tell him, again, that Holly was definitely not his mom -even if the thought was eliciting a joy and love she’d only ever felt the first time Elaine held Shiloh, and teared up as she whispered 'welcome to the family’. And even then, it was nothing like she was swimming in at the new sound of Holly being mom-, and that he needed to stop saying it. But then she’d have to explain that it hurts Holly, and no it’s not because she wouldn’t want to be, it’s because she isn’t and you calling her so reminds her she’s not. And no it’s not as simple as it seems, and no there’s no good way to explain, it’s one of those feelings you have to feel to understand. And Gail didn’t want to get into that at the station, so obviously that route was a no go.

So that just left, leaving it alone and possibly having it backfire later, or subtly correcting him and washing over the moment.

“You’re right, Aunt Holly does love it when we visit her, especially with food cause we all know how she forgets to eat. But we can’t see her today, Shy.”

“Okay, but why?”

Gail sighed, growing frustrated at the conversation. “Because it’s a busy day. I don’t have time for a visit, she can’t come get you, and you can’t go alone.”

Shiloh sat quietly for a moment, taken back by his mothers tone. He wasn’t used to Gail talking to him the way she was, not used to how quickly she turned from one mood to another, usually there were steady signs that he was pushing limits and he had time to prepare or stop. This was as if he’d flipped the wrong switch and he wasn’t sure how to take it.

Luckily he didn’t have time to reply.

“I have some time if you want.”

Both Pecks turned to see a smiling Officer Diaz, standing awkwardly a few feet away. Gail gave him a glare for eavesdropping, and Shiloh beamed up at him as if he just said they were all going to Disneyland.

Chris scratched the back of his head.

“I mean, I have to go down to the morgue and I wouldn’t mind some company.” Chris clarified, trying to get the heated stare to cool off.

Shiloh jumped out of his seat, almost spilling his food all over himself.

“Can I mama? Please” the boy drawled out the word, begging with big sparkling eyes, his breath obviously held in anticipation.

Gail thought through the pros and cons, and decided it’d be a good idea. Shiloh got to see Holly, Holly got to see Shy, and she wouldn’t have to lose her spot on her reports every ten minutes. It was a win for everyone.

Well almost. Gail wanted to be the one taking him down to see Holly, but she couldn’t because her stupid body was messing with how she felt about the doctor, and she really couldn’t deal with any real contact until she got it under control.

~

Holly was filling out a report on the autopsy she’d just finished, listening to the quiet hum of music that filled her office, and wondering what she was going to do for dinner when a small knock sounded from her door.

“Come in.” She called, not taking her eyes off of the computer screen.

The door creaked as it slowly opened, revealing a tall, clean shaven officer she’d come to know well.

“Hey Doctor Stewart, I’m sorry if I’m interrupting.” Chris said as he entered her office.

Holly smiled warmly. “Not at all, and please call me Holly, I think we’ve known each other long enough for you to use me first name.”

“No promises.”

She gave a breathy chuckle, not expecting for this time to be the one that got him to stop being so formal.

“What can I do for you?”

“I was just coming in to tell you that Shiloh is here for a visit. He really wanted to see you, and I was on my way down for some results, so he tagged along.”

“I don’t think you did such a hot job there Chris.” Holly pointed to the empty room, no child in sight.

Chris smiled amusingly at her. “He got distracted with whatever it is your intern is doing.”

“Ah. Well I appreciate the escort, thank you for bringing him.”

“Any time Doc.” Chris turned back to the door and said a goodbye before leaving Holly to her excitement.

Holly didn’t have to wait long before the familiar sound of slapping feet meeting hard floors sounded from the halls. She smiled, watching the door in anticipation.

“Holly!” Came the small, joyful greeting.

Her heart jumped in excitement, that voice, that bright smile, those sparkling blue-blue eyes, hidden behind her desk as he ran to greet her with open arms.

“Shiloh!” Holly smiled brightly, her day instantly made. Her breath was stolen from her lungs as a shoulder was slammed into her gut, tiny arms squeezing her torso tightly. Holly wrapped her arms around the small body clung to her own, and inhaled the sweet familiar scent of her favourite little person with a sigh of relief. Holly pulled the boy up onto her lap, never breaking contact.

It’d been too long since she had that, too long without a hug or a smile, too long without the sound of his voice. God had she missed it, him. Holly had no idea what it meant to miss someone whole heartily, to love someone so much that going a week with no contact felt like a pain, a heartache, that couldn’t be put into words. She thought she knew. Thought that the first year out of the house was the most you could miss someone. That her first breakup was what the worst a heart could break. That her first straight-girl crush was what true, aching, yearn felt like.

But she was wrong. So, so wrong.

The past week without Shiloh and Gail had honestly been the worst week of her life, and she never wanted to be absent for that long again. Never. Ever. Again. Her heart wouldn’t be able to take it.

“I missed you.” Shiloh murmured into her shirt.

“I missed you too, Shy.” Holly’s voice trembled.

Shiloh’s weight lifted from her grasp and she opened her eyes to see concern etched into his every feature.

“Why are you sad?” Shiloh asked gently as he wiped away stray tears. His brow furrowed in much the way her own did when worried.

Holly smiled at the boy and held his hand. “I just really, really missed you and I’m very happy you came to visit.”

A/N: Hope you liked it, thanks for reading c: