you don't know how i feel watching me him doing this!

Strictly Professional

Summary: You recognized the problematic customers the second you saw them. Lin, however, took the cake with being the most memorable client you’ve ever had. (TattooArtist!Reader)

Paring: Lin x reader

Words: 4,428

A/N:Thank you to @strongenoughfoundation for being awesome and giving me tips for certain parts of the story (you’re the queen of dialogue)! Also, thank you to @how-could-i-do-this for proofreading (I’m glad i’m getting better at not switching tenses lol). I wrote this in celebration of my first tattoo lol! Thanks for reading!

Edit: @whenthingsgettoughdontpushmeaway - I remember you asking to be tagged when I posted. @buckybarneshairpullingkink - You already read it, but I didn’t forget (well, I did, but ya know lol)


“Is that him?” you mumbled to your coworker Liz as you emerged from your room to the front desk, watching the man that paced back and forth in front of the parlor.

You could always spot the first-timers the instant you looked at them. You could sense the excitement and nervousness rolling off them in waves, their bodies tense from the anticipation of the ink that would soon permanently mark their skin.

But him?

It was more like a tsunami of emotions, crashing and tumbling over his body as he questioned his decision to get a tattoo. You felt it before you even stepped foot into the same room as him.

“It’s so unfair that you always get the cute ones,” Liz whispered as she handed you his paperwork. She had an appointment in ten minutes, and with the piece being a fairly large and intricate one, she passed him off to you.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring her comment and scanned his papers, noting his name and birthdate. “Lin?” you called.

He spun on his heel at his name, his swift steps having him in front of the desk within seconds. “Hi, yes, that’s me,” he answered quickly.

You inwardly sighed, knowing exactly what kind of patron he was going to be: the spazz that spoke too much, asked too many questions, and would hold his breath until he turned blue. “My name is Y/N and I’ll be with you today. What kind of tattoo would you like Lin?” you asked, watching as he nervously drummed his fingers against the counter.

His eyes widened, looking at you disbelievingly. “You’re the one giving me the tattoo?”

The neck cramp that you got when you handled frustrating customers reared its ugly head. “Yes. This is a fairly small tattoo shop and you just happened to come in last minute, without an appointment…” you said slowly, narrowing your eyes and challenging him to say anything further.

“I didn’t expect someone that looked like you to give me a tattoo. I’ve always pictured a big, burly man and not a beautiful woman that…” Lin trailed off, sighing when he realized what an ass he must have sounded, “I’m just going to shut up now. Sorry.”

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Okay listen Imagine lying in bed all cuddled up next to your boyfriend Calum, while he is still asleep. So you use the moment to not so creepily watch him, because he usually gets to shy when you study his features and you just can’t yourself and admire your handsome boy, wondering how you got so lucky. After some time he opens his eyes and as soon as he catches you staring he starts to hide his face in his hands and crawls further under the blanket and demands with his raspy morning voice that you should stop staring. You do as he wishes, because you know how embarrassed he gets and tell him that you’ll go and make breakfast, but Calum just holds onto you and doesn’t let you leave the bed, trying to hold on to one of the rare mornings you both have together as long as possible. Soon you start to notice that he studies you features just as well, as you try to do with his and ask him why he is allowed to do so and you aren’t. And he just answered that he tries to not to get to close to you, in case you have to break up over the long distance or he fucks something up while he is on tour. And you knew calum had some issues with relationships and the term of love, that is what everyone was saying at least. So you start to ramble about how you want to spend the time you together as close as possible in the best way ever, so you have nothing to regret in case you may break up. And suprisingly he agrees and in your euphoria about the achievement, you accidentally let the three big words slip out of your mouth and you immediately close your eyes, you don’t wanna see the reaction of the boy that apparently isn’t capable of love. But he just says it back, telling you that the time he spends with you, is in fact the first time he feels alive and at peace since a long time!

His eyes are beautiful, captivating.
It’s incredible how much eyes can tell you.
They can show the pain that they’ve been through and the joy that they feel.
They can be glazed over like glass or shine like stars.
His now shine, even more beautiful than they did before.
And they always captivate me, every single time.
They always surprise me with how beautifully they glow.
They make me feel comfortable, I can look into them for hours on end and try to watch the stories of his mind unravel.

I like to listen to him talk, I like the way that he says things differently than I.
I love how with every word he says he has me begging for the next one.
Every time he speaks it’s as if all the gloomyness of the room around us has faded, and we have entered a land of paradise.
His words are so gentle, planned out quickly in his mind.
Oh how I wish that I could talk as calmly as he.

I love his body, I love how his hips fit between mine.
I love holding him in my arms because I know he’s safe from the world’s harms.
It’s nice to stroke his sides, I like to glide my hands along the soft surface.
His body is homely and when I am connected with it I feel calm.
His hands fit perfectly with mine as if he were a missing bolt in my creation.
And the way his nose will wrinkle when he frowns.

His laugh is gorgeous, not the little chuckle he makes when I pull a silly face but his real laugh.
His heart felt laugh, it’s truly something spectacular, it’s as if it is a melody and it has surly become my favourite song.
To see him cry with laughter is a moment I am content, knowing that he his happy.

He makes me feel safe, when with him I feel at home. It doesn’t matter where I am, as long as he stays by my side through the morning and the night everything will be alright. I want to travel with this man. I want him to see my favourite places, the little nooks and crannies all around the world that I have fallen in love with, I want him to fall in love with too. I want to share my secret places and I want them to become his secret place too. I want take him to the palace of my mind, I want him to be able to see the beauty that I do when I see him, I want him to understand the feeling of wholeness I get when he is near. I want to share everything I love with the one I love.

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A Shot of Honesty

Summary: It’s a bit of an impulsive decision - sneaking out to watch the year end from the square, Prompto by his side. It turns out to be a good one, though.

“Man, it’s cold out here.  Noct, you keepin’ up?”

Noctis nodded, chin rubbing against the soft yarn of the scarf.  The back of the square was packed, the noise almost deafening.  How do people even enjoy this?

A warm hand closed around his own, Prompto’s touch familiar and, in this moment, very welcome.  “I know what you’re thinking.  It gets better, dude.  I promise.  Just follow me.”

Crowded public spaces had never really been Noct’s thing, but the last thing he wanted was to make Prompto feel like his ideas weren’t good.  Because it was a good idea – ditching Ignis and Gladio, going downtown to watch the fireworks, dressing in Prompto’s clothes to make him less easily recognized.  It was just…a little stressful.  Yeah, that was definitely it.  I would’ve rather it been just the two of us…but…I’ll make it work, I guess.

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I watched Civil War yesterday again, and just like @marvelingjules I had a few thoughts, not only about inconcistency and time problems, but more in general.

The gas mask Crossbones is wearing over his face mask is doing nothing for him.

Tony said to Maria ‘You did your best’ which implies that she really wasn’t the best mother, but Tony is willing to accept that she did the best she could in a horrible situation.

Given the Thor short movie/trailer (which I treat as canon now, thank you Marvel) Tony knew the whole time where Bruce was, he just didn’t tell the team and more importantly he didn’t tell Ross.

I know there has been a lot of talk about this already, but there is no way Zemo actually drowned that guy in the water. No way. It was already overflowing before it really reached his nose.

Tony is taking painkillers for his headache.

Natasha tells Steve that Clint said he was retired (look how that worked out).

You want to tell me that T’Challa had no seat during the conference and had to stand at the window?

Why are there German police forces in Bucharest? Why are they suddenly in charge if the bombing happened in Vienna?

Bucky gained a lot of muscle mass since he was last seen. Did the metal arm grow with him? Because technically it should be a lot slimmer than the rest of his body.

Where did the Freeman!Ross get such a convenient glass cubicle for Bucky that fast?

Why does Steve even think that Tony brought Pepper with him to Berlin? As if he would drag the CEO of his companies all around the world to accompany him to an imprisoned super soldier and two other heros more or less ont he run.

Where did Steve go after he threw the pen back at Tony? He is not allowed to leave the office. Sam isn’t either. Did he just sit out of frame the whole time and pretended not to listen? Did Steve go to the other end in hopes that Tony would leave?

After Steve ‘left’ Tony immediately put his sunglassese on.

Steve asks a very good question with who in their right mind not involved in Zemo’s plan would publish the picture with Bucky. So who did it? That never got answered.

Bucky’s whole fighting style heavily favoures the left side.

If Sam had stayed quite until he was up and able to move he would have caught Zemo looking down into the elevator.

Bucky did not hit Tony anywhere near his left arm. So what happened to it?

How could T’Challa jump down onto Bucky and the stairwell if Bucky was going up and away from T’Challa?

When Wanda goes up against Vision, she controlls the Infinity Gem.

Clint says ‘You’re doing me a favour’. With what? Making him a criminal? Getting him away from his family? What the fuck does he mean.

Scott doesn’t spare one second on his daughter or the fact that she was the whole reason for him in Ant Man to be not a criminal, but sure, ‘I have no clue what’s going on but let’s break some laws’.

During the airport fight Tony’s left arm is blinking red in the HUD the whole time.

After Tony shot him down after Rhodey fell, Sam is already getting up again while Vision is still in the process of landing. So don’t come and tell me Tony aimed to hurt him.

According to FRIDAY Zemo ran a Sokovian covert kill squad. I don’t understand how that exactly fits into his whole story of ‘I have much experience with decrypting stuff’ and also this whole time line doesn’t fit. The files he was talking about were dumped during CA:TWS, so probably two years ago in MCU timeline. During that time Sokovia was still fine and not a floating rock, so I’m assuming his task force was still active then. Which means he would not have had time to read all the files. AoU happened a year later, and I assume at this point most of the files are taken off the net and destroyed because come on, no one wants them around. So when did he have time to decrypt them? He makes it sound like he started two years ago, but also according to him he had ‘nothing but time’ which is most likely not true. And he wouldn’t even have thought about getting his hands on these files then, because Sokovia was still fine and his family still alive. This whole Zemo thing just doesn’t make any sense (and don’t even get me started on his horribly flimsy plan).

The Winter Soldier hesitated when Howard called him by his name.

Why even introduce the five other Winter Soldiers if Zemo immediately kills them and it leads to nothing?!

The beam from Tony’s hand during the end doesn’t even destroy rock.

As if Tony wouldn’t know how many missions Rhodey flew during his career.

26th & 28th/29th December Show Reports

Okay, I’m going to have to come clean at the start. This is another recap of two performances. One was with the full original cast (which I’ll talk less about, but I will cover the mistakes in it which were plentiful and glorious), which I will refer to as the Boxing Day show when I mention it, and the other was with James Howard as Draco and Morag Cross as McGonagall. The latter is the one for which I was sitting near the front of the stalls, and that’s the one I’ll focus on, because it was better and more interesting. 

(You’ll all be pleased to know I wrote over 2000 words less in this recap than I did my last one. It’s still almost long enough to be a dissertation though so… Sorry about that! I hope you enjoy.)

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anonymous asked:

Talk about something you love. It can be anything

Oh gosh… What do I want to talk about? Ah… how about vet med?


I have a feeling you all know that I love animals. Like a lot. I grew up with dogs and a cat and have had them my entire life. They all hold special places in my heart and I have fond memories with every single one of them. I always was outside at my grandparents’ house chasing down frogs and toads and watching deer walk through their yard. I went horse riding a few times and marveled at how large and gentle they were. I remember back to when I was three or four years old and standing on my toes to look over the exam room table at our family veterinarian to watch him look our dogs over. And that’s when I realized I wanted to be a vet.

I love all of the innovations that have come to vet med thanks to human medicine, as well as things we’ve found and started ourselves. I love the passion involved in research and clinical treatment, and how much the field has changed in the last 50 years. We know more about our domestic animals than we ever did, and there is still so much to learn.

Okay so one of the things I absolutely love about veterinary medicine are the people. So many people that go into the profession have 1) a love for animals, 2) ridiculously brilliant minds, and 3) innovative thoughts and ideas, all of which center around the budget of a pet’s owner. The thing I love about the last point is the fact that I’ve seen so many clinicians bend over backwards and come up with something that’s never been done or thought of before and have it work perfectly when a client comes in with $200 dollars in their pocket. I love the compassion in this field and how, even though it hurts their wallets and they make nothing, clinicians will sweep charges under the rug or severely discount it and give a patient a treatment their owner can’t otherwise afford. I love the passion and the compassion. 

I feel like I’m rambling, but you asked me to talk about something I loved and this is definitely something! Lol. I just love the people and the pets I can interact with. I love being able to fix an innocent soul with my hands and do things that will make the human-animal bond stronger. I don’t know I’m not making sense but I just love it! I could go on forever but I can already tell that there is no direction to this and that I’m talking in circles, so I’m going to cut it there! 

My commission piece by @sometrashland of some half-naked Templars training in the courtyard. :D


So, uhhh…Rylen?” Barris started uncertainly as he swung his practice sword through the air in wide arcs.

“Yeah, Barris?” Rylen replied nonchalantly. He had watched the younger man’s face draw pensively in the same way that told him exactly what was coming next. After the last thousand questions Barris had asked about Rylen’s relationship with the Inquisitor, he could only smile and wait patiently for his next opportunity to embarrass the lad.

“How do…how do the horns…y’know…work?”

“Derlin…”

“Yeah?”

Verrrrry well.”

“Oh…” Just as desired, Barris flushed bright crimson.

“How did I manage to miss this sparring session?” Keram’s voice suddenly chimed from behind them.

Rylen spun to face his woman, his fingers already pulling through his hair, and after the appreciative rove of her eyes, he flashed her a wide smile.

Behind him, Barris emitted a high-pitched squeak that would put a nug to shame.


Ahhhh, EGADS! I love it! :D

theragamuffininitiative  asked:

MOZ AND EL ARE THE BEST THING EVER INVENTED BY MAN I SWEAR. Also, hahahaha I haven't watched the last two seasons because I do. not. want. it to end. But literally, that show is perfection, it is the best. Ever.

THEY ARE OH MY GOSH!!! LIKE HER BRINGING HIM STRAWS, PETER’S LOOK OF BEWILDERMENT WHEN THEY BECOME FRIENDS. HOW THEY JUST CASUALLY HANG OUT AND ALSO KEEP AN EYE OUT FOR THE BOYS JUST YAASSSS!!!!!

Oh dude….I know the feeling…but let me tell you while Season 5 isn’t the best (I’m honestly trying to remember what happens in it…I’m trying to remember where Neal’s dad fits in…pfft) the sixth season is super short but good and full of so much PAIN! Okay….really just the last episode but OH MY GOSH IT’S SO GOOD AND PAINFUL AND AH! *flops*

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6 Years of Dan

@danisnotonfire posted his first video six years ago today and since then he’s met his best friend, created his own unique video series such as ‘reasons why dan’s a fail’ and ‘internet support group,’ been on and now has a show on BBC radio 1, made many great collaborations with other YouTubers, created a gaming channel, written an incredible book, gone on tour, and effected the lives of over 5 million people. Dan has done a lot in these six years and I personally am glad I got to watch it all happen. He’s inspired many people and managed to make them laugh. He’s creative, intelligent, well articulated, kind, and has a unique ‘relatable’ sense of humour. I’m so glad that he chose to share his life with us and would like to say thank you. 

Thank you, Dan, for posting that iconic video that makes you cringe so much. If not for you posting that video and continuing to make the great content you do, then many of us would not be the people we are today. In the book you said that you felt that you and Phil were writing it to thank us for being there so you could share your lives and ideas with us, but really we should be thanking you for allowing us to get to know you and for making us smile.

The Last Dance: a riarkle fanfic

He watched her as she came in. Her hair held back just the tiniest bit by her headband and her yellow dress flowing goddess-like around her small frame. She looked nervous but excited to at least be there, which was a complete 180 from how she was feeling about the dance earlier that day. Neither of them had noticed him as he was covered by the crowd, but he saw them, just like he always had. Maya with her fiery red dress and Riley with her calm, yellow one.

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                             it’s true, he hasn’t been the same since he watched his mother cheat on his father for the fifth time in a row. it doesn’t excuse his actions, but it’s merely the reason as to why he goes out of his way to sabotage every relationship he’s ever been in. or every relationship he’s made the other person feel like they were in. he doesn’t settle down, he refuses to. why would he ever want to be put in the same position that his father was once in? he won’t be a fool, won’t end up with a broken heart – he won’t let any woman get that close. it’s making out behind closed doors, copping feels at parties, making these girls feel special when in reality he feels nothing. he’s numbed himself from the inside out, or how else would he be able to do this?

“i told you what you were getting yourself into the moment you stepped foot into my life. i told you that you were just another piece of ass, so why do you wanna start acting like i made you my wife?” he inquires, the words burning his lips once they fill the air. it’s no different this time around, but the acidity in his prose always comes back around to hit him ten times harder than it hits his victims. “so what? you seen me at a party with another female? why the fuck you crying about it? you KNEW what you were getting into, don’t act brand new.”

Brighton Bound (Phan) - Chapter Four

Summary: After aseries of frequent Skype calls, Zoe and Alfie invite Dan and Phil to stay with them in Brighton, as collabs are long overdue, but Zoe and Alfie have an ulterior motive.

Genre: Fluff/Getting Together

Warnings: Will be stated at the beginning of the chapter if any

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Some of you already know that I’m a Supernatural newbie and still on my first all-the-way-through watch. Yesterday I watched Hello, Cruel World (7x02) for the first time. The basic plot wasn’t a surprise to me – I knew about Hallucifer, I’d seen gifs of Dean grabbing Sam’s hand and knew that a big brothers’ moment went down there, I even knew that Sam used the pain from his hand to recall reality.

But guys I was pretty blown away by Jared in this one. (Actually, Jensen was excellent to, but I’ll get to him in a minute.) I don’t know how much of it was projecting things onto his performance. That’s definitely possible, maybe even likely. But guys it hit me right in the knees.

Literally as long as I can remember my brain has been my worst enemy and the hardest part of life. For a long time I thought I had to try and fix it (or get it fixed by some external Big Good). Now I think the demons we have are probably there for good and all we can do is manage them and not let them take us down. But either way, my mind has never been on my side. Anxiety, long-term depression, intrusive thoughts: these are the things I remember when I think about my childhood and adolescence and they are the things that have defined my inner life ever since.

No pity party or anything and I feel quite awkward posting something so personal and I hope you don’t all hate me, haha, and I should say that most of these things have become at least more manageable over time. But I mention them because I want to talk about Jared’s face here and my thoughts about it stem from my own experiences. This is the scene where Bobby and Dean are talking to him and he is telling them about Lucifer’s claim that he never left the Cage, that his life ever since has been an illusion.

DEAN
Wait. Are you seeing him right now?

DEAN

You know that he’s not real. Right?

SAM
He says the same thing about you.

Guys, Jared’s face in this scene made me cry, because that is the face you make when you realise that you can’t trust your own mind. It is the worst feeling I’ve ever felt and I suppose I’ve never seen my own face while feeling it but that is exactly how it *feels*. If someone had said ‘draw your face when you feel this way’ (and haha if I was able to draw), this would have been it: the unfocused stare, the eyes glassy but not crying because you’re too terrified to cry, you’ve gone beyond the point where crying feels like something that will help or even adequately convey what you feel. Bleak despair, not dramatic despair – the drawn face, the set jaw. Goddamn I don’t know if Jared has ever felt like that but if he hasn’t (and, well, if he has) I give him all the kudos in the world.

It’s the same later at the end of the episode when Dean finds Sam in the warehouse. Jared again just NAILS this. Watch and you’ll see that through most of the scene he’s not actually looking anywhere, not focusing. His gaze is somewhere on the middle distance, not able to commit to a perceived, sensate reality OR to retreat to the shelter of his own mind. This is what it looks like when your mind isn’t a safe place anymore.

Sam here isn’t able to engage with the world at all, period, zilch, not even to try to believe something is real because he doesn’t trust his own perception of it. He doesn’t trust his senses. And what Dean does for him here (and what Jensen and Jared so magnificently portray I think) isn’t so much to convince him of anything or even to emotionally connect with him. At least those aren’t the fundamental thing. What Dean most fundamentally does for Sam here is to step in and act as his senses. And because Sam has always trusted Dean, he is able to trust his grasp on reality – not enough to get better, not enough to be OK in any actual sense of the world – but enough to make it through five minutes, enough to take a breath.

And I love two things about how Dean does this.

First, he goes in willing to hear Sam. This isn’t always Dean’s strong point, but here he is perfection, and Jensen blows it out of the water. In his face you can see fear, apprehension, a skilled hunter with reflexes ready to go in a moment, yes – but somehow beneath all of those things that tighten and close off a face, he is still open. His instinctive reaction to Sam acting terrifyingly unlike himself is to try to listen, to try to read Sam, to use three decades of knowing him to try to know how to help him now. And he doesn’t go in with a preconceived version of what’s going on or of what Sam is experiencing.

DEAN

Okay. Well, here I am.

SAM

No. No, I don’t, I…I can’t know that for sure. You understand me?

DEAN

Okay, now we’re gonna have to start small.

He says whoa, whoa, OK. He doesn’t argue with Sam’s insistence that they had just been driving together, he doesn’t try to disentangle facts (because that would just force Sam to the point, again, of trying to distinguish or debate reality, which is precisely what Sam can’t do right now).

Second, Dean narrows the overwhelming suffocation of detachment from reality down to a single point. Because that’s what Sam needs and that’s all his mind can even try to accept at the moment. I don’t think Dean knows that he’s doing this; I don’t think he’s doing it deliberately; but I do think that maybe Jensen knew that this is what Dean was doing. You feel, watching, like every molecule in Dean’s body is straining to make this one thing manifestly real for Sam, to rouse in him at least enough trust to let Dean be his arbiter of reality here. Jensen has a few phenomenal speeches over the years (and I’m sure he has more I haven’t watched yet) but this one would have been very easy to overact, I think, or play too melodramatic. And he doesn’t. Neither of them do. They just vibrate with the feeling of seven years with these characters and each other.

DEAN
This is real. Not a year ago, not in Hell, now. I was with you when you cut it, I sewed it up! Look!….
This is different. Right? Then the crap that’s tearing at your walnut? I’m different. Right?

Believe me, okay? You gotta believe me. You gotta make it stone number one and build on it. You understand?

SAM
Yeah. Yeah, okay.

And (I’m almost done I promise) I love this look Jared gives in response to Dean. It’s not relief and it’s not hope and it’s not peace and it’s not agreement. But it’s also not unfocused or empty or lost off in the mid-distance. What Dean gave Sam here wasn’t a solution or a fix but it was a tiny, tiny way to engage with something he could trust – not even, I think, at this point, something he necessarily did trust – but something that his emotional and mental muscle memory (as it were) responded to just enough to say ‘yes that, that voice, that’s enough to stay alive till tonight’. It’s a flicker of what might be hope. It’s finding the edge of a step when you’ve been free-falling. Your foot’s not planted yet but you can feel something under it other than air.

So this is a thing about teen!Cas going through depression and Dean helping him through it. I wasn’t planning on writing it down but then I came up with this idea in the middle of the night and I thought it was pretty cute so. Don’t judge me.

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Dear ungrateful, depressed idiot

Dean Winchester is the best boyfriend in the world. He opens the door for you and always asks permission before he touches you. For your birthday he made you mood bracelets in different colors so he can know how you feel without you having to talk about it (currently you’re wearing the dark red “I Really Need You Right Now” one). He always gives you a taste of his food but always nibbles from yours. He smells like home. He always says he loves you even though you never say it back - except that one time when his mom died and he ran from home, and you climbed on the roof and watched the stars together until he stopped crying - because he knows you do. 

he’s better than you, but he makes you feel like you’re worth something too. So whatever happens when high school is over and you go to college - don’t ever give up on him. Even if he finishes your ice cream or forgets that kissing in public makes you really anxious or scares you when he yells at the slow internet connection, or when he checks out the waiter or even when you see the glint in his eyes when he tells you that the engineering college at the other side of the state offered him a scholarship - don’t give up on him. Just don’t. 

Sincerely, 

A grateful, depressed idiot. 

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(I went back to sleep and came up with this as well: )

5 years later, Cas adds a note to the letter he’s kept folded inside his favorite book all this time:

Dear grateful, depressed idiot, 

I wasn’t ever going to give up on him.

Sincerely,

An even more grateful idiot

Attached: a picture of Dean grinning brightly, holding up the back of his hand, showing off a gold ring. 

AU (don’t know is this is technically an AU or what but w/e) that is set after the OVA where the boys (who, by this point, have been successfully scrapped) band together and come to the Aoba’s rescue after he’s been kidnapped and imprisoned by ViTri.

By the time they get to him, he’s psychologically and physically broken - just moments away from being comatose, a living doll. They manage to get him out and to a hospital but the damage that has been done to both his mind and body is so bad that they fear nothing can be done for him. Aoba is admitted to intensive care with constant by the hour watch and the boys huddle down to figure out what they should do. 

They don’t give up on him and decide to do whatever they can to help him. After all, he had saved them - had given them new life and a chance for happiness, peace, love - they’re willing to do anything just to help him heal. Noiz buys them a small house on the outskirts of town, Clear, Ren and Tae-san settle in to give Aoba by the hour care while Mink, Koujaku and Noiz work to keep them all afloat. As they support and help Aoba, their relationships with each begin to grow, strengthen and deepen. 

Aoba’s recovery is gruelingly slow and excruciatingly painful to watch but no matter what, they stick by him, support him and slowly, oh so very slowly, life and light start to flow back into him. What he endured at the hands of Virus and Trip will always leave its mark on him but he, at his own pace and with the help of his new found family, slowly but surely walks forward and overcomes it. 

Out of curiosity...

Why do all the Assassin’s creed blogs on tumblr have dedicated to Connor and Not Ezio? Like honestly. I haven’t seen an Ezio post in weeks, and everyday there is at least five Connor posts. I know most of the Assassin’s creed fandom has moved on to Dragon Age… But really, are the only people left really just the Connor obsessed fan girls? I mean I wouldn’t complain if I also saw Edward and Altair, or even Arno but no… Just Connor. I really don’t understand how you can be apart of the Assassin’s creed fandom and like Connor more than Ezio. It literally makes no sense to me. I mean You are with Ezio from his very first breath to his last. You watch him change and you feel his pain and with Connor you see him very briefly at the ages of 6 and then not again until he’s 19 and then you only see him into his late 20’s. Literally only a decade. Plus he’s not even that compelling of a character and though I do respect him as an assassin he is the only one to date who has ever really frustrated me. I honestly would have preferred if AC3 would have just been about Haytham because although he was a templar he was a much more compelling character than Connor. He’s my second favorite character in the whole series. It’s just really frustrating. I hope the guy in Victory gets more popular than Connor. Even if he’s a bad character I just really am tired of looking at Connor. Like I’m almost to the point of disliking him and I really don’t want to dislike an assassin… I’m done ranting. Sorry. If there is a blog that post mainly Ezio and I’m over looking it can you please link it to me?

I feel so helpless just sitting here behind my computer. I wish there was something more I could do to let Jared know how much he means to us, how much he’s touched our lives. And I don’t like that he is alone and struggling with these feelings. I just hope he gets home safe and soon so that he can be surrounded by all the love and support he needs! I also hope that he’s seeing some of the outpouring of love and support on social media for him. He is such an amazing man who’s been nothing but a source of light and positivity for me in my life since I started watching Supernatural, and this just really confirms that I have to meet him one day to give him the biggest hug and tell him thank you for all he’s done for me.

you knew this post was coming didn’t you

man i’m so glad kids will get to grow up watching this show

and finally finally see that stupid dumb annoying myth that boys pouring their hearts and souls out to girls is ~romantic~ and a sign that you should just be nice to him and go out with him, even if you don’t really like him (or know who he is!!!)

because no it’s not romantic, at best it’s an uncomfortable imposition and at worst it’s outright creepy

and usually the guys doing this shit don’t mean to be creepy. in fact usually they think “this is what women want! this is how i make girls feel special, and this is how to get them to go out with me!” and i mean, i don’t really blame a lot of dudes for coming to that conclusion, because we’ve all been spoon fed this shitty fucking lie since the very first romantic comedy we watched

but it’s about damn time to see that stupid myth put to rest. now the message is “you shouldn’t have to ~let someone down easy~ or go out with them just because they were Nice, you are allowed to reject someone clearly and plainly and how they react to it is not your responsibility” and i am so glad for that