you don't know which one of them is making the other happier

anonymous asked:

So, what if Guz has a thing for chubby/over weight girls, but since he lives on a beach island, they're hard to come by, and completely falls head over heels for the new chick on the island. The grunt girls don't get it and think it's a joke so they pick on her and take her Galvantula after a few very difficult attempts. Guzma is furious and there's hell to pay but he's still a nervous faux confident dork when trying to return him to her.

I wanted to make this a little happier. so only one grunt makes fun of you. The other ones including Guzma just wanna smash. (and go out with you)

“Hmmmmooooooooh my god! Baby girl’s got it goin’ on wit that booty eatin’ up them lil’ shorts!”

“Right?! Brah how the shit we gonna talk to baby girl? Gotta think a somethin’ original. Somethin’ that’ll make her all hot ‘n bothered!”

The grunts had Guzma at “booty eatin’ up them lil’ shorts”, which for various reasons got his attention and caused him to lean over the decrepit railing a little further to hear what the two boys at the bottom of the staircase were saying. Guzma was on the rebound. One of the girl grunts with stringy pink hair hadn’t been wifey material. Too high strung for his taste, and so skinny and obsessed with her looks that it had tired him out trying to reassure her after a while. But when she hit him after he disagreed with her that had been the final straw. So despite the tears and text messages begging him to get back together with her, Guzma was on the lookout for another piece of ass.

Shame he couldn’t find anyone to make it worthwhile. He watched with a snarl on his face as the grunts below were gesticulating wildly, talking about a “super cute shorty” that had been at the malasada shop in Malie City. You were supposedly a new face compared to the same old locals they saw day in and day out, had been feeding a dry malasada to your spider pokemon that Guzma assumed was an Ariados until he heard:

“Nah man, that ain’t no weird Ariados like Boss Man got.” Said one. “That’s a Galvantula.”

“Hoooooh boy, God been reading my dreams.” Moaned the other. “The hell I gotta do to get a piece of that thick, strong Pokémon trainer ass? I’d give anything for her to talk to me… Totally fucked it up when she looked at me an’ I threw West side at her!”

“ ‘s one a them reflexes.” Replied the other, patting his friend’s shoulder. “She come up to me wantin’ to know where the library was at ‘n I fuckin’ axed her if she wanted to battle! Wiped the floor with my sorry ass using like two bug Pokémon, but she put my money in her back pocket! Like to think that’s kinda the same thing as touchin’ that juicy booty a hers.”

Now he was extremely interested. In fact Guzma was just about to go downstairs and ask the boys where they’d last seen you when another grunt, couldn’t have been more than thirteen, came running at them with a rather cute little purse in the shape of a watermelon.

“Look guys!” he squeaked. “Got that ugly hoe’s Pokémon for ya! It’s one a them spiders right? Wonder how much its worth. Stupid easy to swipe from that dumb bitch when she went to pick up her napkin from under the table!”

He began laughing. Thinking naively that he’d done good, that he’d probably even be commended for his good work. In the middle of a hearty laugh he was about to ask his brothers if he’d done good, when a large hand swiped the bag from his hands before the two grunts could lay into him.

“Boss man?!” one of your admirers squeaked. Guzma looked harshly at the young one with an expression that indicated he’d get a good beating later for being cruel. He briefly asked the two where you were headed to last, got two very shaky replies that he could find you in the library if he hurried before it closed, and immediately was out the door stomping off into the rain.

Turns out he didn’t have to walk far. He found you immediately in Ula’Ula Meadow, the only one there crying as though your heart was about to break. A kind little girl was rubbing your back, trying to console you by insisting together with her and her partner Oricorio you would all find your companions.

“We’ll find your friends.” She said gently, rubbing your back. “Galvantula aren’t common here. Someone’s bound to, oh! Please sir!”

She flagged Guzma down, running swiftly over to him.

“My friend… She can’t find her Pokemon! Someone took her bag and everything when she was picking some trash off the floor. Have you seen a bag that looks like a yellow and red watermelon? It’s got a Galvantula, Dewpider, and a Fomantis!”

Guzma was so captivated when you looked over at him, eyes widening in realization when you saw the bag that hung limply at his side. He tried to hold it out to the lass in front of him, attempting to speak, but your captivating glance rendered him mute.

“My bag!” you cried joyously, running towards him and taking it gratefully. “You found my bag!”

“That’s your bag?” asked the other girl, stars in her eyes as she looked at Guzma innocently. “Wow! Thank you so much sir! You have no idea how much it means to her!”

Nothing came out of his mouth. His entire being was consumed with the way you smiled, with the way you wrapped your chubby arms around him and cuddled him in a hug. You were vastly tiny compared to him, but he couldn’t help but understand what the grunts were talking about.

Every aspect of you was adorable, from your cute head with a sunhat to your cute feet.

“…Welcome…” he muttered.

“I have to thank you somehow mister!” you insisted, still holding him in a hug and looking up innocently. “Let me treat you to something? You like malasadas? I can get you all the ones you want?”

He might’ve said yes, because the last thing he knew was that he was tripping over his own two feet in his haste to follow you through the meadow and off to town where you were going to treat him to a meal.

This must have been what winning the lottery felt like.

I just read an article recommending budgies and cockatiels among other small commonly mistreated animals as pets for young children and I'm pretty sure I can hear my veins popping

A five year old does not need a pet, especially a small pet. If they’re not old enough to take care of themselves, they’re not old enough to take care of another life.

No hate to people who did get their own pet young, so did I, but I know I’m definitely not going to be doing that for my kids. I was 13 when I got my first bird (a parrotlet) and I know I was NOT mature enough. Don’t get me wrong, I loved him, he was the center of my universe and he got plenty of attention and interaction and love, but I was not mature enough for the less fun parts of pet care. I also had ADHD, so my brain was(is) a bit behind developmentally on certain aspects, but still.

If you’re going to get a pet, make it a family pet, and don’t get it just for your kids. Get it because you want it too, because you’d better believe you’re going to be the one taking care of it.

And if you have small kids, don’t get delicate pet that needs to be handled! Please! Kids mean well but they’re still kids! If you’re going to get a small pet, get one that doesn’t need to be handled, and is happier being left alone. (And then make sure you’re kids leave it alone, including no tapping on the cage to get its attention).

And also, there’s no such thing as an easy pet to take care of. If you think there is, then you’re probably not caring for it correctly. The best thing for a pet (especially non domesticated ones) is to recreate all the beneficial aspects of their natural environment.

And don’t trust what the pet store tells you. Do research at home before making the decision to get the pet. And I mean research that isn’t from the pet store website.

Super sorry this turned into such a long post, I just really love animals and think they deserve so much better than what the pet trade typically gives them.

And please don’t think that I’m trying to make anyone feel bad or guilty! Like I said, I had several childhood pets that I didn’t take care of properly, even though I loved them, because I didn’t know any better. I’m so grateful to the people who explained all this stuff to me

For awhile, but especially since every day6 started and they’ve been gaining attention more and more people keep complaining that jyp neglects Day6 and needs to promote them the same way he promotes his other idols (usually comparing them to twice and got7). I’ve been replying to most of the posts personally or sending in asks/messages to say this but I’m tired of literally copy and pasting the same thing every day so I’m just gunna make a post and pray to the Tumblr heavens that a popular blog sees it and reblogs it so all of you can understand this

Day6 is not a boy group
Day6 are not idols
Day6 does not want to be treated like idols
Day6 is a BAND that just happens to come from a company that mostly produces idols
Say it with me: Day6 is a band, not a boy group

They’ve said this collectively and individually, as well as JYP has said this, but they do not want to promote as idols. They do not want to ride on the back of JYP and what his money/promotion teams are capable of. They are a band and they want to gain their popularity and following as such. They want to be respected and taken seriously in their genre of music by doing things how every other band has to, which is build from the bottom up. If they let JYP shove their name in everyone’s faces and broadcast them on every possible platform their fame will not be strictly because of their talent but because they come from one of the top3 companies and would not be taken seriously in their field. JYP said he would help promote them more this year and he is, but there’s a fine line between being promoted as a band and being seen as an idol group with a band gimmick. They were even a little uneasy about having to preform on music shows because that’s an idol thing to do and they’re not idols. Look them up on Wikipedia and it says “Day6 is a South Korean rock band” becasuse that’s what they are!!! I don’t understand why it’s such a hard concept to grasp.

“But they’re so good if JYP promoted them more aggressively they could win first place/top charts/all kill/whatever”

1. They do fantastic on charts already especially considering that they’re still a relatively new and unknown band competing with the nation’s favorite idols.


Would they be happy about any of those things? Yeah of course but you know what makes them even happier? Being able to write, compose and produce their own music, being able to have their (not so small anymore) local concerts and events at malls. Playing places they can be intimate with their fans who enjoy their music because they enjoy it. Watching their fanbase grow and being able to say “look how far we’ve come, look how many people connect to the music we put our hearts into.

Day6 isn’t a band because they want to top the charts and win first place, they’re a band because they love making music and sharing it with those who appreciate it.

Please stop comparing the boys to idols because they aren’t, and to do so completely disregards all of the work they’ve been doing to get to this point on their own.

flirty-froggy  asked:

I don't want to erase Jewish people from my medieval Europe-based fantasy story and I don't want them all (or possibly any of them) to be moneylenders. Are there any other professions/occupations/pastimes I should avoid (I already know not to make them bad witches or do anything involving blood magic)? Would it be ok to have some be moneylenders as long as I avoided any suggestion of greed/cheating, or should I just stay well clear?

Professions for Jewish characters in pseudomedieval European fantasy

Is your story actually set in real historical Europe or is it just a European-inspired made up place? Because if it’s not real Europe, I can see that as a great reason to completely omit the whole “you’re Jewish so we’re gonna forbid you from doing anything but moneylending since Christians can’t touch it” thing. There’s no reason you HAVE to reproduce the sucky parts of the real world in your made-up world and in fact I know I as a Jewish reader would have a much happier reading experience if my people, in general, were happier in the story than in real medieval Europe. (For example, did you know we were persecuted by Edward I and eventually he kicked us out of England? That’s fun. Yes, that’s the same king who threw his son’s boyfriend out the window in Braveheart.)

Going back to your specific question: it would be possible to write a sympathetic moneylender character if you needed one for plot reasons, but to be perfectly honest the whole idea has such a high potential for resentment on the part of their customers that I’d just stay away to play it safe. You’d have to go out of your way to make the character three-dimensional and humanize them, and unless they’re a major character, there may not be room for that within the scope of your story. Plus, while it’s completely possible to be a moneylender who’s nice and kind and patient, sometimes when people owe money they get angry at the fact they have to pay it back and like I said before, resentment is natural even if it’s not terribly rational. In other words, “avoiding the suggestion of greed/cheating” is gonna be difficult because some people see having to pay back lent money as inherently cheating, which isn’t fair, but it’s normal and you’d be working against human nature.

As far as what to stay away from unless you have significant representation in the heroic/kindly/generous direction: anything that makes us sound like we feed off the misfortune of others (especially of gentiles), either metaphorically or literally. That’s the specific bad trope. Some positive professions include rabbis, kosher butchers, and various kinds of craftsmen (like making clothing or candles.) You might want to check out Libi Astaire’s Jewish Regency mysteries (I just finished and loved The Vanisher Variations) to start seeing all the jobs there are in the community–wrong era for your story, but it might get your wheels turning.


One thing I would caution against is to keep the professions “Jewish.” By that I mean: people of marginalized identities are not and should not be limited exclusively to marginalized-coded occupations or end products.

Yes, many people of marginalized identities produce things that are for their own communities. But just because, say, a lot of Native artists do traditional cultural crafts, doesn’t mean there aren’t Native oil painters who do urban landscapes. Sure, paintings might have a twist that only a Native person can give, but they might not. That 100% depends on the character, and it’s not “losing culture” to have them enjoy things from the “outside” world. Culture is a big nuanced thing that is constantly being interacted with and debated by each individual who practices it.

Marginalized identities produce things for themselves (usually because nobody else does), but they also produce things outsiders traditionally consume— not just to survive, but because they like doing it. We don’t live in bubbles. By segregating activities based off of “this group does X predominantly”, you unintentionally other marginalized people by giving them no points to relate to others. Because you end up creating a system where there are Crafts and Jewish Crafts, which are obviously All Different because they’re Jewish. That isn’t the case.

It’s a highly limiting worldview to approach “what can this character do?” by asking “what is a thing their identity does?”. Identity is not a thing that actively limits individuals from doing stuff, at least, not to the extent most people think. It might modify the way they go about it, but it won’t stop them. So ask yourself what characters can do, then figure out how their identity would change their practice… while also accepting that culture is fluid and you can end up with Jewish writers who write extremely culturally steeped works that are unmistakably Jewish (like Shira’s Mangoverse) to Jewish writers who just have subtle nods to their identities (like Daniel Handler’s A Series of Unfortunate Events). Both works are just as Jewish as the other, even if one is overt vs subtle. 

So work from characters. Ask what an individual person would like to do, consider how their identity would modify it, consider how their identity wouldn’t modify it, and go from there.

~ Mod Lesya 

anonymous asked:

I guess I don't get it. You have a six figure job, so you have money. You've written a lot of really compassionate posts, so you want to help people. You've written about how direct income transfers are so much better than thinking that you know what to buy stuff for people, all that Africa givewell stuff. So you get that what people want is money. So why do you 'not carry cash'? Like, it seems to contradict everything else about you. Why not just pay them? You have the money.

I want to help people (and help make worlds that are good for future people, and help nonhumans who still experience suffering) as much as I can with the resources I have. Making thousand-dollar cash transfers directly to the poorest people in the world is a pretty good way to do that. Buying malaria nets for mass distribution seems to be even better. There’s some reason to believe that grants for research to cure diseases and develop capabilities that will let us help more people is even better. When I make my donation decisions at the end of the year, I consider all of those questions, and then I contribute 30% of my pre-tax income to whatever seems like the best answer. (Another 30% goes to the U.S. government, I live on about 20%, and the rest is savings). 

I do not think that if I instead take some of the money I dedicate to making-the-world-better and go to an ATM somewhere and get cash, which I find stressful to have on my person and which I have a tendency to lose, and then start carrying a purse so I have something to carry it around in, and then give it in random amounts to homeless people in San Francisco, and repeat whenever I run out which would be like every day since there are a lot of homeless people in San Francisco, this would make me happier or the world better. 

I think that if you think not engaging in certain costly, exhausting forms of charity ‘contradicts everything about’ caring about other people, then you’re not really thinking very constructively about caring about other people. It is okay to figure out what ways of caring about other people are costly and exhausting for you, and not do those, and which ones help most, and prioritize doing those. Not doing every single conceivable good thing in the universe is okay, and it’s certainly compatible with caring a lot about people. You can’t do all the good things in the universe. You have got to choose some.

When I make donation decisions, I am necessarily deciding that almost every worthy cause out there isn’t getting my money, which I only have so much of. This is not saying they don’t deserve my money. Everyone deserves everything they need for an environment in which they flourish. It is saying that I will buy as much flourishing as I can get for every penny, that I will drive the hardest bargain I can for flourishing, because I cannot fix enough but I can fix more if I choose strategically. 

anonymous asked:

jess! any chance you have any drarry fics you could rec that are on the happier/fluffier side? I haven't read many so anything you can think of I would appreciate! thanks in advance :)

DO I EVER, ANON!!!! :’’) I haven’t read much fic in general lately so most of these I’ve talked about before I’m sure, but they’re all SO GOOD they deserve to be recced repeatedly!!!


  • All Life is Yours to Miss by Saras_Girl (and corresponding *incredible* podfic-  if the idea of isolated professor draco malfoy slowly learning to integrate himself into hogwarts, make friends, and ~fall in luv~ warms the cockles of your heart, READ!! THIS!!! FIC!!!
    • featuring a) harry spelling draco’s eyebrows bright gryffindor red b) draco’s pet beetle stanley tacking his way through life c) one of the most heartwarming and Soft™ slow burns of all time
  • Stop and Stare by Saras_Girl - “This is not a story full of drama or conflict or clothes being ripped off in a frenzy. It is about peace and about that creeping sort of love that sneaks up on you while you think you are busy doing other things.”
    • ^ aka everything I ever want ever
    • draco runs an animal sanctuary. harry agrees to build him a shed. includes at least fifty instances of the two of them being unbearably adorable and TAKING CARE OF ANIMALS TOGETHER
    • also features Mama and Resident Cat Lady Narcissa Malfoy pointedly asking harry if he’s “seeing anyone” over tea, sending my emotionally constipated slytherin son into a coughing fit
  • Wish Upon a Star (As Dreamers Do) by ICMezzo - “There’s plant magic and celestial magic and dark magic and normal magic…Then there are wishes, and dreams, and love, and those are even more magical still.”
    • draco is a wishmaker (i’M EMOTIONAL ABOUT IT) and harry is a hogwarts consultant who has a wish to make
  • Seeing Draco Malfoy by khalulu - harry loses his glasses and they end up in draco’s hands…THINGS ESCALATE.
    • in which harry buys draco flowers and then upon being asked “you brought me flowers?” immediately splutters “nO!??!?1″
    • ALSO featuring: harry complimenting draco by telling him he has a “face like a white - pointiness”
    • you just can’t make this stuff up
  • Right Hand Red by lumosed_quill - THE CLASSIC!!!! includes a healthy dose of angst but mostly will delight your socks off. eighth year shenanigans!!! the whole hogwarts crew being wonderful!!! guaranteed to make you cry over chocolate cupcakes for the rest of your life!!! A MUST READ
  • Stately Homes of Wiltshire by waspabi - another with a healthy dose of ~serious emotions~ but it’s also an absolute delight and I’D BE REMISS TO NOT ATTEMPT TO MAKE EVERYONE READ IT IMMEDIATELY. it’s one of the best!!!!
    • “Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.”
    • featuring some of the Greatest Characterization Ever, lots of teasing and bickering, and lots of draco malfoy being perpetually pissy about just how beautiful The Chosen One is
    • “Thin winter sunlight gleamed off his high cheekbones, yet another in a long line of irritations.”
    • “Sorry, what?” Potter asked, all flawless brown skin and sharp jawline, the arsehole.
    • R E A D  I T

okay, I’ll leave you with those six for now. apologies if you didn’t want me to ramble for ages about how great all of these are but…your first mistake would be assuming I have self-control :o)

HOPE THESE SUIT YOU, LOVELY ANON!!! :’’) they’re all utterly fantastic and I cannot imagine you not loving any single one of them. please enjoy and do let me know if you read any!!!! :3 <33333333

Jack’s wedding ring was cheap. She knew that and had never minded, it was the thought that counted, and she really did love it. It was a plain thing, a silver band that looked like it was made of small sculpted leaves, the silver outlined the small leaves and left the middles of them open, it gave her a rather hilarious tan line in the summer but she rarely took the ring off so it didn’t really matter. Her engagement ring was the same, it was pretty, silver and dainty with a small stone at it’s center, the stone wasn’t a diamond, she knew that, she thought it may have been a white sapphire but had never cared enough to look into it, what really mattered about the ring to her was that inside the band in a pretty cursive script it said ‘King’, which matched a script inside Geoff’s wedding ring that said ‘Queen’. It was the sentiment that counted and Jack was a sentimental woman.

When Geoff had proposed they were still pretty small time, it was just the two of them in his shitty brownstone walk up on the south side of LS that cost way more in rent than it had ever been worth. It was just the two of them, and a two person team, while better than one, could only do so much when it came to hitting banks or doing casing work, when there’s only two you need to stick close and work more on an in and out plan than taking extended time to work. So even though the rings were inexpensive, they still took a chunk of change out of their little nest egg at the time. 

Shortly after Geoff proposed they took in Gavin, and within months they also had Michael, jobs got bigger, they got more dangerous because they had more people to cover them. By the time they got married, just before Christmas not even a full year after Geoff had proposed, they had way more money than they ever could have imagined, but Geoff had bought her wedding ring in a matching set with the engagement ring, and as much as he tried to let Jack replace them before the ceremony, she always refused. 

“I love them” she’d tell him every time, holding her left hand to her chest, teasing him, acting as if he would pry the rings from her fingers if she’d let him, which she knew he never would, all she had to do was pull out her doe eyes and Geoff would relent with mumbled curses about her being too cute for her own good, and he would drop it. Gavin teased Geoff about it constantly, would make jokes about how just the stone on his pinky ring would probably cost more than Jack’s rings combined, Jack always found him funny because, while most of Gavin’s rings were ridiculously expensive, she knew the one he made jokes about was from Claire’s, but Geoff didn’t.

For their five year wedding anniversary Geoff made up for it, even though Jack told him over and over that he didn’t need to. Their numbers had once again gone up by two with Ryan and Jeremy, so they’d been even more successful over time, so Geoff flew them down to Mexico and they renewed their vows on the beach to a small group of friends and friendly business associates, Ryan and Michael stood for Geoff, and Jeremy and Gavin for Jack, it was a lovely affair, and Geoff had bought Jack a new wedding ring that was similar to the one she already wore, and Jack made him put it on her right hand because, while it was pretty, she liked her original one better. 

The issue of the rings drove Geoff to distraction whenever someone brought it up, though it was usually to compliment the rings, although they were sometimes mentioned as distinguishing features on Jack’s police reports as, other than her Gents and tetris tattoos, she had the least amount of visible distinguishing features of the crew, and whenever they were shown in news reports Geoff would always grumble about how all of LS could see the rings and how unimpressive they were, and Jack would always chastise him for it. 

Her wedding rings were the only pieces of jewelry that ever got Geoff’s panties in a twist, there was other jewelry he’d given her before they’d made it big, a pearl choker he’d given her as part of a costume for a casing, that he’d got at a pawn shop, earrings and bracelets and rings that cost much less than her engagement and wedding rings that she wore almost as much, but still it was only those two rings that bothered him. Jack reassured him at every turn that she loved them, that she couldn’t have been happier with them, and that (other than a bracelet the three lads had given her one year on Mother’s Day with the whole crews names engraved inside) they were her favourite pieces of jewelry, and he should know that because she refused to take them off so vehemently that the LSPD listed them as a distinguishing feature for Christ sake! Geoff admitted once that their cheapness bothered him because he knew she deserved more, deserved better, but she wouldn’t hear anything about it, she simply told them that she loved them, and the only way they were coming off is if someone pried them from her cold, dead finger. That argument was the last they’d had about it. Jack’s vehemence that the only way they’d come off was if she was dead clinched it for him that maybe he had made a good decision. 

And really, either way, he’d definitely made a good decision about the woman he chose to marry. 

renaroo  asked:

So your DickBabs commentary is some of the best around, but I was wondering if you might be willing to explain what works about BatCat for you? : )

So, it’s taken me forever to answer this because my life has been ridiculous lately and also I’m terrible sometimes, but! I did not forget about you, dearest of Renas! (To those who don’t know, this post is to celebrate Rena reaching 1000 followers!) So, let’s get down to this:

(Also: Thank you for the compliment on my DickBabs commentary. <3 *hugs*)

So, I think a lot of people spend most of their time talking about why Selina is good for Bruce when they talk about this ship, and there’s definitely a lot to be said there and I’m going to get to that, but I want to start off talking about why I think Bruce is good for Selina, which is a side that I think often gets ignored. (Possibly because Bruce gets such a bad reputation that people can’t believe he could possibly contribute anything positive to a relationship - but that is only true when Bruce is written by terrible writers like Frank Miller, and I firmly ignore that characterization of Bruce.)

So, to get there I’m going to start off talking about this scene, which is one of the most essential Bruce/Selina scenes in my book:

This is from the first issue of Ed Brubaker’s Catwoman run, which I’m sure you already know, but I’m just stating it for the record so that if anyone is reading this post and hasn’t picked up Ed Brubaker’s Catwoman run, consider this my advertisement for it: Go pick up Ed Brubaker’s Catwoman run. You will not be disappointed. (Also… not to beat a dead horse, but… the above scene is the note Ed Brubaker chose to begin his Catwoman run on. Let’s just compare that to how Judd Winick chose to begin his. *moment of silence*)

Anyway, there are a handful of scenes that just define Bruce and Selina to me, that are the first to come to mind when I’m thinking about how I see their dynamic and why I ship them, and this is one of the major ones. Because here’s the thing I think so many people miss: The reason Bruce treats Selina differently than his other antagonists isn’t just because he thinks she looks hot in her costume. It’s because he knows she’s not a villain, at the core of who she is. He thinks she’s a good person, in spite of everything. And that is so, so important.

See, here’s the thing: Selina is someone who’s been underestimated and dismissed for most of her life. She’s been looked down on for her gender, her lower-class background, her history in sex work. And when she has been taken seriously, she’s been perversely appreciated for the bad side of who she is. The few people to really respect her have appreciated her intelligence and skills for how useful she could be to them as a thief. But no one really looked at her and saw her as someone with the potential to be more than a thief. (Not even Holly, although Holly’s relationship with Selina is positive and good for Selina in different ways.) Certainly no one saw her as someone with the potential to be a hero - until Bruce.

And if you’ll forgive me for going into Psychology Major mode for a minute: People will live up or down to expectations. If you’ve been treated all your life as if you can’t be anything but a thief and a troublemaker and someone with purely selfish interests, it’s really hard to believe that you can be anything else. It’s not impossible, and I’d certainly never suggest that Selina never did anything heroic or altruistic until she met Bruce. But it’s hard. Someone believing in you is a really, really powerful thing.

This is something that, for all its faults as a movie, The Dark Knight Rises did get very right about Bruce and Selina’s relationship:

Selina tries to present herself as someone driven purely by selfishness, but Bruce sees through that: “I think there’s more to you than that.” And I think what Selina says in response is so revealing. It’s clearly intended as a denial - saying that if he keeps expecting her to be better, he’ll only keep being let down in response. But it also clearly shows that he’s gotten to her - which is, of course, confirmed by the decisions she makes later in the movie. As much as she wants to pretend it doesn’t, Bruce’s faith in Selina has an effect on her.

The thing is, knowing you’ve let someone down isn’t a pleasant feeling. But it can sometimes be a positive thing. Knowing you’ve let someone down means knowing that they had high expectations for you in the first place. It means someone saw you as capable of making the right decisions, and that’s actually much healthier than knowing you didn’t let anyone down because they never expected anything better of you to begin with.

Bruce is good for Selina because he looks at her and says “I believe that deep down, you’re really a good person.“ Because he looks at her and says ”There’s more to you than that.” And that’s something Selina hasn’t had a lot of in her life, maybe something she’s never had until Bruce comes along. He sees past her bad side and sees her potential to be something better. And instead of letting her off the hook, he challenges her to be the person he knows she’s capable of being. He has faith in her. He believes she can be a hero, and eventually that leads to Selina believing it, too. 

(But it’s so, so important to note that Selina doesn’t start acting more heroic for Bruce. She’s not doing it because he wanted it or to make him happy. She does it because it’s right for her. At her heart, Selina is a hero - all Bruce did is see the heroic qualities that were in her all along.)

The second reason I ship them so hard together is: They help each other have fun.

(The comic this panel is from - Catwoman #32 - is basically my all-time Bruce/Selina issue ever, and you’ll definitely be seeing more scans from it in this post.) 

Bruce is the one who needs more help in this area, obviously, like he says here. It’s no secret that Bruce is serious and withdrawn even with the people he loves most, and has a tendency to focus on The Mission above everyone else. So it’s a huge deal that he’s playful and mischievous and flirtatious with Selina, because not many people get to see that side of him. And no one brings it out in exactly the way that Selina does. He lets himself relax around her in a way which is really good for him:

(See? I told you we weren’t done with that issue! I love this scene because you so rarely see Bruce - or Selina, for that matter - being so completely relaxed and happy and normal.)

But I think it’s worth noting that Selina always looks like she’s having just as much fun as Bruce is, and I think that’s really good for her, too. I think people tend to forget that as much as Selina is by nature a more playful and flirtatious person than Bruce, she isn’t really a much happier one. She’s had a really hard and lonely life over the years, and that’s why it’s so great to see how genuinely happy she seems with Bruce:

I always love how huge Selina’s smile is in the first panel of this sequence (drawn by the always awesome Cameron Stewart). She’s just having so much fun, and I think that’s really just as good for her as it is for Bruce.

Even when they’re fighting, it’s very often play-fighting more than anything else:

(This scene, which is from Batman: The Brave and the Bold, can be watched here. And it is awesome.)

Look at those smiles. Bruce and Selina just bring out the fun side in each other, and I really love that. You’d never see Bruce smiling like that if he was fighting, say, the Joker. (For good reason.)

This is something Gotham has also gotten very right in their depiction of baby!Bruce and Selina:


AHEM. *is mature*

(By the way: Do you remember a while back when I sent you a message that was basically like “RENA RENA RENA YOU HAVE TO GO WATCH GOTHAM NOW”? It was right after this episode aired.)

I find this scene particularly poignant because this is not long after Bruce’s parents have died, and it’s the first time you really see him having fun, smiling and laughing like that. Frankly, it’s the first time in the show that you see Bruce or Selina acting like normal children. (Even Alfred notices and is forced to approve of Selina!) And even as adults, I think they still bring out that lighthearted side in each other:

Although as this scene shows, what Bruce and Selina consider “fun” might not be what most people consider fun, which bring me to my next point: They just get each other, on a very fundamental level. Partly that’s because they’re very alike, and partly because they’ve come to understand each other over the years. There’s this scene I really wish I could have found - I tried, believe me - where (if I’m remembering correctly) Selina is sneaking into Gotham during the No Man’s Land era, and Bruce knows exactly how she’ll do it - because it’s the same way he would. Bruce and Selina are also very different from each other in certain ways, obviously, but a lot of the time they’re just very in sync like that:

Despite their differences, Bruce and Selina have a lot in common. They’re both highly intelligent and skilled, they’ve both known a lot of tragedy in their lives, they’re both far lonelier than they care to admit. They’re both hesitant to trust people. They both follow a unique moral code that others don’t always understand - though those moral codes are not exactly the same. They’re both highly independent and can be too stubborn for their own good. At their heart, they’re both driven by a very real desire to help other people. And I think they’re similar in a more indefinable way, too. They’re just cut from the same cloth, somehow. They understand each other both instinctively and also, as the years go by, because of the true friendship they’ve formed:

I think that’s something that’s so often overlooked with Bruce and Selina: People look at them and only see the Cat-and-Bat game, the “lovers on opposite sides!” trope, and they overlook the fact that Bruce and Selina are genuinely friends. More than that, despite all the odds, they’ve come to really trust each other over the years. Even though they still disagree over plenty of things, they know they can always turn to each other in a time of need:

I think nothing says more about how much Bruce trusts Selina than the fact that he willingly told her his secret identity - something that I’m not only pretty sure was unheard of for Bruce to do, it’s pretty dang unheard of in the superhero world in general. For a point of comparison, Clark didn’t tell Lois his secret identity until after they were engaged, and whether you think that’s good writing of Clark or not (I don’t, necessarily), it still says something about what a big deal it was for Bruce to trust Selina that way. In the superhero world, telling someone your secret identity is basically the biggest statement of trust you can make.

Bruce telling Selina his secret identity (though I firmly headcanon that she’d figured it out anyway) is a huge statement - and, as he basically says himself here, tantamount to an admission that he wants a real relationship with her. For Bruce to willingly make that leap is huge.

Because of that trust, you see Bruce and Selina really open up to each other in a way that they really don’t with most people, especially other love interests. They’re willing to let themselves be vulnerable and emotionally open. And Bruce is actually vocal about his feelings in a way that you practically never see:

Now, obviously Heart of Hush as a storyline is not without its problematic elements, but I still love this scene. Because Bruce pouring his heart out like that? Bruce basically never does that. Getting an “I love you” out of Bruce is a big deal already, but an entire speech? That says a lot, again, about how much he’s willing to open up to Selina. (Granted, she was pretending to be asleep… but let’s be honest: he most likely knew she was pretending.) 

I think it’s also significant that pretty much any time either of them dreams about settling down, or there’s an alternate universe where they do, it shows them ending up married to each other:

I think for both Bruce and Selina, when they imagine living a normal life, they think about having a normal relationship with each other, ending up married. But they think that because they’re not “normal”, they can’t have that - which is a theme going back to the earliest days of their relationship:

(This scene is from Batman #3, which also happens to be the issue where Selina kissed Bruce for the first time.)

Bruce and Selina will never be “just another boy and girl”, and I think they both assume that means they can never have anything resembling an actual committed relationship. The fact that they were starting to take steps in that direction before the reboot was a huge deal for both of them. But I think it’s going to take a lot of character growth for both of them before they realize that they can have an actual relationship without either of them compromising who they are.

One more reason to ship them: Bruce moons over Selina like a little schoolboy. Enough said. ;-)

CONTROL YOUR FACE, BRUCE. You are supposed to be the terrifying personification of justice and the night and you’re acting like an absolute goober.

(And it’s amazing.)

Oh, and Dick approves:

Dick approves so much that Dick is actually the one who encouraged Bruce to tell Selina his secret identity, which, again: Huge frickin’ deal.

It’s not just a “Ha ha, Dick ships it” thing, either. Dick knows Bruce better than pretty much anyone. So the fact that Dick looks at Bruce’s relationship with Selina and says “Yeah, this relationship is good for you”? That says a lot. Because Dick knows what he’s talking about when it comes to Bruce.

Also, they have almost 75 years of history, which is pretty dang cool:

I’m a sucker for history. And theirs is a 75-year-long multimedia history spanning comics, cartoons, live-action TV, movies, and videogames, which just makes it even more amazing. 

In conclusion: Have some of my miscellaneous favorite Bat/Cat scenes that I couldn’t find a way to include in this post.

(This is another scene that speaks to how well Selina understands Bruce… and also brings up a very important point about Bruce’s nature that far too many Batman adaptations forget.)

(I did warn you there’d be a lot of scenes from this issue.)

And last but not least:

Yeah. That seems a good note to end this post on.

Hope you enjoyed, sweetheart! (And same goes to anyone else reading this, too!)

the1directioner  asked:

How do you know / why do you think that Liam is gay and closeted? He seems so happy with Cheryl - much happier than Louis seems with Eleanor. I ship Ziam/Niam but not romantically because I don't see Liam, Zayn, or Niall as being gay. Larry, however, I believe is real.

First of all, I’m going to say that the way a celebrity “looks” is never a good indicator of anything.  Part of the job of a celebrity is to project a certain image, so anytime you see them in public, especially at work events or times when there are pap pictures or pictures with fans taken, you have to assume they may be projecting a certain image.

I intended to answer this privately like I usually do for asks that are off anon.  I hope you’re ok with me answering publicly instead.  I had to save a draft because it was so long and I forgot that takes away the option to answer privately.  I know it’s long, but do me the favor of reading the whole thing and looking at all the resources linked before you ask me any other questions about this topic.

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Let’s talk for a second about this magnificent couple because, for the love of god, the way how Carter Bays and Craig Thomas treated Swarkles and their shippers is insulting. I mean… they basically fooled the world making us believe they were endgame. And now we have to believe that was all a joke? Hell no.

01x06. Slutty Pumpkin’ - This is what Ted told Robin “ one day you’re gonna meet a guy who’s gonna make you want to look like a complete idiot”.


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01X14. Zip, Zip, Zip - I dare anyone to watch this episode and not thinking “ wow, they’re awesome together ”. This episode is the Swarkles manifesto. It’s everything that makes them them.

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Can you imagine Robin smoking cigars and play laser tag with Ted? Oh, wait, she’s not that person anymore. She’s a needy stepmother now. 

02x16. Stuff - So, Robin had to getting rid off their dogs because Ted saw in them her ex-boyfriends. What a mature behiavor, right? But he stole a smurf penis for her, so.. everything is legit and now I wonder if he’s gonna do the same in 2030, since she has her dogs again. The point is, who went with her to take the dogs to her aunt’s farm? Ted? No. Barney. ( rewatch the 08x05 episode). Barney who surprised her with PUPPIES when they got back together.

02x18. Moving Day - Are we really going to assume that Ted and Robin are meant to be when they weren’t even capable of living together? Are we really going to believe that? Yeah, of course. 

04x14. The Possimpible - Barney finished her video-resume and got her a job. She didn’t get deported in Canada thanks to him.

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But yeah, Barney has never done loving things for her…

04x20. Mosbius Designs - This is what Marshall told Barney about him and Robin: “ actually we both think (he and Lily) that you’re kinda perfect for each other ”.

This is what Robin said at the end of the episode:  “I used to describe my ideal guy as funny, smart, passionate, challenging.“ 

And now tell me that is not the description of Barney.

05x17. Of Course - Robin didn’t want to date anyone after her break-up with Barney. Which says a lot, because we all remember how, after her break-up with Ted, she got together with Gail? Kyle? Oh, right, GAEL. And how she accepted to date Don only when Barney told her ” you’re not just another number to me “ (how funny, tho, he has a daughter and her mom is, in fact, a number) and promised her that he wouldn’t have slept with Anita. In fact, the Superdate he organized, became a gift for Robin and Don.

But yeah, Barney has never done loving things for her. The return.

05x24. Doppelgangers - Robin got an important job offer in Chicago while she was dating Don. Love vs Career all over again. But what did she choose? She chose love. SHE FREAKING CHOSE LOVE. She chose a man who she was dating from less then a year. And now we are gonna believe that she didn’t fight and didn’t try to save her MARRIAGE? ARE YOU SERIOUS?

06x01. Big Days - Robin was still mourning over her break-up with Don and she, well.. she was a complete mess. And Barney teased her, saying that she used to be hot but not anymore. And Robin, hit in her pride, sundressed up. 

So we can easily say Barney helped her to move on. BUT HE HAS NEVER DONE LOVING THINGS FOR HER.

06x04. Subway Wars - Robin was depressed and sad because her life is a complete disaster. She wanted to win the race and guess what? Barney let her win.

Of course, now you know I have to say that HE HAS NEVER DONE LOVING THINGS FOR HER.

06x06. Baby Talk - Ted accused Robin of being an independent woman. He wanted a woman who NEEDED him. And Robin wasn’t exactly that. His words hurt her and when she got at Barney’s, he told her the opposite:

” you’re the least needy woman I’ve ever met. That’s awesome.  mean, no guy’s gonna say, “Who’s your daddy?” to Robin Scherbatsky.  You’re your own daddy. And mommy.  And weird survivalist uncle who lives in a cabin with a shotgun blaming stuff on the government. And that is what makes you the most amazing, strong and independent woman I’ve ever banged “.

And with who she did end up with? With the man who wanted her to be something she never was.

06x08. Natural History - Like Zip, Zip, Zip, this is a simply, amazing proof of how much these two have fun together and how much PERFECT they are as couple.

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06x21. Hopeless - Barney: ” Robin, you’re dating Ted “.

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Yeah, she’s so in love with him. And Barney’s answer to that? " My dad will be all, why don’t you marry Robin? You guys were cute together. Deep down you know you were never happier than when you were with her ”.

06x24. Challenge Accepted - Robin’s face when she realized that he was losing Barney because of Nora.

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Or maybe she was thinking “ damn, I want my blue french horn back ”.

07x01. The Best Man - This need explanations?

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Lily : “ you and Barney have the kind of chemistry that… just doesn’t go away ”. A great concept that got destroyed in 40 minutes during the Finale when they acted like two strangers. Oh yeah.

Robin: “ I know we didn’t work out the first time and I know it doesn’t make any sense but I can’t shake the feeling that we belong together”. Apparently she shook that feeling as soon as she divorced.

07x09. Disaster Averted - I can’t type anything meaningful because now I just wanna cry.


07x11. Tick, Tick, Tick - Barney saw Robin while this speech:

“When you meet the right person, you know it. You can’t stop thinking about them. They are your best friend, and your soulmate. You can’t wait to spend the rest of your life with them. No one and nothing else can compare”.

No one, except for the Wi-Fi.

07x12. Symphony Of Illumination - Robin didn’t want to have kids. Robin didn’t need to have kids to be happy. And the only time she imagined a future involving children… it was a future with Barney. (Look at these beautiful pieces of applepie).

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And of course, how did she end up? Raising another man’s kids. Okay.

07x17. No Pressure - They freaking gave the chance to T/R to get back together. AND THEY DIDN’T. And you know why?

So this is not gonna happen, is it? ”

“ Sorry ”.

“ It’s because of Barney ”.

BUT HEY, in 2030 it is gonna happen because… um… well… oh yes, they’re both alone and miserable. Perfect love story.

08x01. Farhampton - Barney kept all the stuff that reminded him of his relationship with Robin, who cried when she opened that box.

Lebenslangerschicksalsschatz, REMEMBER? Yes? Well, it was just bullshit. Have a good day.

08x06. Splitsville - So now it’s normal that a person who said this:

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suddenly was okay with losing the love of his life and getting back to chase women. Goodbye, character development. Goodbye, coherence.

08x12. The Final Page part 2 - Robin went to damn roof. ROBIN WENT THERE BECAUSE SHE WANTED TO BE WITH BARNEY. He proposed and she said YES. Remember when Kevin proposed? She doubted. Remember when she thought Ted was proposing? She said “ nononononononononononono, Ted you can’t do this to me, no no !”.


08x13. Band or Dj - For the first time, Robin’s dad apologized to her. And that thanks to Barney.

“ Barney made it happen. He must really love me ”.


08x14. Ring Up - The true power of the ring, when that special person to you looks brighter than anyone else. 

“ Robin realized the true power of the ring ”

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08x19. The Fortress - Funny quote from Robin: “ Relationships are about trust and compromise ”. Yet she forgot what compromise is, because with a right compromise, her marriage would have worked.

But hey, Barney in this episode was willing in giving in his apartment to find a new one with Robin. AND HE DIDN’T WANT TO BE ALONE AGAIN. Ha! Irony. But Robin refused it, because “ if I ask you to change too many things about yourself, you’re not gonna be the man I fell in love with ”.

09x01. The Locket - Barney: “ our wedding is gonna be legendary ”. Robin: “ no wait for it? " Barney: ” I’ve got you. I don’t have to wait for it anymore “.

09x02. Coming Back - Barney: ” I don’t need them to make me believe in true love. I’ve got you for that, now “ .


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09x08. The Lighthouse - ” Mom, I’m not marrying some future possibility of starting a family. I’m marrying a girl - who means more to me than kids. OR MY CAREER “.

But who apparently means less than WI-FI, right Carter and Craig? And guess what, he redeemed himself ‘cause of a kid. The only thing Robin couldn’t give him. Ha ha. Let’s all laugh. 

09x09. Platonish - Tracy: ” Do you wanna keep playing or do you wanna win? “ Barney : ” I wanna win “.


09x12. The Rehearsal Dinner - This was my favourite episode ever. Robin wanted to get married in Canada but it wasn’t possible. So Barney organized that BEAUTIFUL, TOUCHING surprise canadian rehearsal dinner. 

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Excuse me while I’m in the verge of tears.

Okay, I’m fine. (No I’m not).

09x15. Unpause - " I love Robin more than I’ve ever loved anyone, and I’m going to do everything I can to make her happy. For a long time, deep down, I felt sort of.. broken? But I don’t feel that way, anymore. Robin has made me 100% awesome ”. 


Oh, friendly reminder he’s now broken again. You’re welcome.

09x22. The End Of The Aisle - They got married. Carter and Craig planned a T/R endgame from the beginning and still they made Swarkles get married. And we all believed in their love. BECAUSE THEIR FACES. THEY LOVED EACH OTHER. TELL ME WHEN ROBIN LOOKED AT TED IN THE SAME WAY SHE LOOKED AT BARNEY.

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So, now, Carter and Craig, we should forget all of this? We should forget all this fairytale and accept that they wouldn’t have worked together? That Robin never loved Barney as much as she loved Ted? That only a child would have made Barney change? NEVER. THIS was the real couple the show.  Two people who had a difficult childhood, two people who grew up and fell in love and change for the better. Two people who supported, loved each other for who they really were. THIS IS WHAT IS TRUE TO LIFE. Not a widower who kept chasing after his ex-girlfriend holding a stupid french horn since ever. Not a woman who was always proud of her independence and her dreams who suddenly found herself alone and desperate. Not a man who couldn’t change for the woman he always loved. 

shiparmada  asked:

Potential Prompt: "I didn't mean to kiss you"

“I didn’t mean to kiss you,” Baze stammers, stuttering over his words the same way that he sometimes stumbles over his own feet in the courtyard because he is too busy watching Chirrut. The way that Chirrut walks. The way that Chirrut stands. The way that Chirrut twirls his staff effortlessly, laughing, head thrown back and smile bright, hands just moving as though they do not belong to the rest of his body at all, as though everything works independently of each other, flawlessly.

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kittys-arts  asked:

Hi there! Um can I request Team Voltron's reactions to a rather fat/chunky S/O who thinks they don't deserve to be with each voltron members (Including Coran and Allura, please and thank you!)

sure! these hc’s will be shorter since it’s so many characters ahah sorry <3 enjoy! (sorry it took so long fffff-)


> He wouldn’t see anything wrong with it since he himself is on the bigger side even though he isn’t necessarily chunky. But even so he would make sure that they know it’s okay and they shouldn’t let their body image get to them.

> Always sure to use the same reminder that they’re in space and everyone looks different so it’s alright! No one would judge them harshly since everyone doesn’t have the same beauty standards as Earth.

> Hates when they feel so low about themself and voices how they think they don’t deserve Hunk. He genuinely feels bad and does anything in his power to make them feel better. Most of the time it’s making healthy meals that they can share.

> Helps them find a good balanced diet so they feel happier about their body but honestly even then he doesn’t think that they should change themself. They’re cute the way they are and he wouldn’t give them up for anything! 

Originally posted by auxias


> Even though he can’t necessarily relate to the insecurities of his body image, he knows what it feels like to be down in the dumps every now and then and whenever his s/o is upset over it he’d do a lot of goofy things to make them feel better. 

> Appearance of his s/o doesn’t matter to him honestly. He only cares about his own appearance and that’s mostly just hair/skincare which is totally different in his opinion. Speaking of hair/skincare, he’d take his partners mind off of their sadness by also doing face masks together and listening to music.

> Would constantly reassure them that they belong together whether they’re feeling unhappy or not. He’d definitely use his pickup lines to do it to. “Now that I’ve traveled across the galaxy and seen all the different people, I know in my heart that you’re still the one for me. 

> Lance would hate having to watch his s/o breakdown and sometimes he’d sneakily get them to Blue, pull them into the cockpit with him and have them sit on his lap for a calming ride in space.

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> She’s most likely shorter than her s/o and to be perfectly honest this will be the one time she loves being short. She thinks her s/o gives the best hugs like they’re so warm and they feel like home!!

> She would have some trouble trying to understand the body image insecurity and the two often end up talking it out. She gets a better understanding of it with each conversation and she’s thankful that they’re willing to open up to her.

> Would do cute nerdy tech things to make them feel better about themself. It mostly includes Rover drifting over to them with sweet notes attached by a string if she’s feeling a little shy. 

> Pidge would only love to cuddle with her s/o and them only. She would hug them in any way possible, hold them close whenever their near each other, keep their hands always locked together, and so on and so forth. She would hold onto them and never let go for hours.

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> It would be kind of hard for him to help his s/o get over their insecurities because he deals with a lot of emotional damage himself but slowly, steadily they would help each other in little ways. Him telling them their the best that’s happened to him. Them saying that they feel like there’s no one else meant for them. It’s small but sappy.

> He would hate not being able to do anything so he goes to the others for advice and they all tell him contradicting things which only makes him even more unsure of what to do. He decides to hype the hell outta his s/o in whatever they’re wearing.

> He’d be sure to do it privately most of the time though or whispers it in their ear and makes sure that they’re feeling happy and confident with themself no matter what.

> Keith loves when they show off and makes sure that they always feel that way. He knows that they don’t think that they belong together and it hurts him but he understands why. He feels the same way but they come together and make each other feel more secure about themselves.

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> He would notice the change of behavior almost immediately without having to have his s/o tell him. Even so, he would ask what was wrong and find a secluded place to talk, most likely his room. 

> He’d hate to have to watch it happen but he’d offer a lot of physical comfort and wise words in hopes that would make them feel better. He’d reassure them that he wouldn’t want anyone different. He’d keep them with him as long as they needed to as well.

> Shiro wouldn’t want to leave them alone when they feel so low but would if they needed some time to themself.

> He would litter his s/o with kisses whenever he could just because he loves them so much and wants to show it in anyway possible. This is his absolute favorite way to do so and would do it constantly. It usually ends in the two of them giggling like idiots but it’s too precious so no one stops them.

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> He really wouldn’t understand what beauty standards are in the first place. But, it would still hurt his heart that his partner would think that he should be with someone else because he believes they were just made for each other.

> Hates it when they’re feeling upset over their weight because it’s just a number to him (but if it effects their health then he would do the best he could to help train them and make good meals).

> He’s known for his wise words but he would be so speechless to hear what his s/o thinks of themself when he finds them to be so perfect. He’d offer them some very sincere words from his heart in hopes of making them feel better.

> Coran genuinely would do anything in his power to help his s/o because he holds them so dearly.

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> Like Coran, she wouldn’t understand the beauty standard concept either because that’s not how her people were raised. Just thinking of being so judgmental makes her incredibly angry and she’d argue with anyone who agrees with the high expectations.

> Allura would adjust to helping her s/o feel confident and happy 24/7 but would also be there for them when they aren’t feeling at their best.

> She’d be very quiet about it though, only offering a physical touch or two before showering them with sweet and innocent affection. She wouldn’t stop until a smile comes to their face.

> Each time it happens she reminds them that they’re together for a reason and that she wouldn’t cut them off for such a silly reason. She’d cup their cheeks so they’d pout and call them cute until they giggled, she’d laugh too and give them more light kisses.

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i mean nothing to you & i don’t know why

Jeff called his mom about every two weeks. She always wanted to hear how things were doing – things with hockey, with Christopher and Bethany’s kids, with Kent. She always asked about Kent, and in the last year or so, Jeff had gotten the feeling that she was asking for reasons other than the fact that the family liked him.

“I saw the news,” she said, as soon as she picked up. “Is everything okay?”

She meant Kent. “Yeah,” said Jeff. “Things are fine. I mean, mostly. We’re all a little on edge because it’s kind of a big deal, you know.” He shrugged, even though he knew she couldn’t see. Kent’s coming out was stressful, and Jeff had tried to make him feel better, but he hadn’t really recovered until he’d finally returned his boyfriend’s calls.

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Until Then - C. B.

A/N: Yeah, hi, I’m here but I’m not alive cause the EP killed me :)))
Okay, I was so happy when I got this request ‘cause I never get requests for Corbyn like why are y’all sleeping on him? I really love the concept of this with women being independent and not caring about gender roles and I hope I did it justice (although I doubt it). I couldn’t stop myself from sneaking in a little pun, I hope you figure out what I mean ;)
Requested: by @noodleswdw

It was the last day before the guys were leaving for tour. You wanted to do something special for Corbyn, after all you wouldn’t see him for at least 4 weeks. 4 weeks…how am I gonna survive? The guys had actually asked you to come on tour with them but you had to decline since you had school and college applications to worry about. Corbyn wasn’t too happy about the fact but he knew how important your education was to you and he would never want to get in the way of that.

You had been planning this date for a while now, the reason for that being that you had made a reservation in one of the nicest restaurants in the city. Only telling your boyfriend to dress fancy, you left him to figure things out on his own. Normally, the two of you preferred to go on adventurous or casual dates rather than romantic dinners but tonight was different.

Living in the same house as Corbyn made it difficult to get ready without him coming in every two seconds, trying to catch a glimpse of your outfit. After an hour which was spent on hair, make-up and your outfit but mostly jamming out to every song in your playlist you walked out of the bedroom and down the stairs where you heard all the boys talking. Stepping into the room you felt eyes on you and looked up to see everyone staring at you. Jonah wolf-whistled which earned him a slap from your boyfriend and some chuckles from the rest of the boys. They all hummed in agreement, telling you how good you looked and asking you if that dress wasn’t a bit too short. You just rolled your eyes at them and they took it as their cue to leave, making Corbyn finally come over to were you were standing.

Stopping a metre in front of you he looked you up and down, not even trying to be subtle about it. You were currently wearing a rosé silk dress with black heels, your make-up kept natural and your hair curled to perfection. You knew you looked good and from the look on Corbyn’s face you guessed he thought so too. You took the opportunity to check him out too. He was wearing some black skinny jeans, a white button-up with the sleeves rolled up, black boots and his hair messy, just the way you liked it. You smiled at each other, Corbyn pulling you in for a kiss and resting his forehead against yours afterwards “You look breath-taking” you looked down, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks. You couldn’t believe the effect his words had on you, even after all these months. “You clean up pretty nicely too” He just kept staring at you, smiling.

You two spent the next fifteen minutes having a little photoshoot while waiting for your uber to arrive. You took a lot of pictures doing weird facial expressions while wearing – you guessed it – his famous glasses but also some nice ones since you knew how obsessed your boyfriend was when it came to his Instagram feed. That boy would go to crazy extents just to get the perfect shot.

As soon as the uber pulled up you made your way inside, you typing in the address for the driver, not wanting to ruin the surprise for your boyfriend. 20 minutes and a small jam out session later the car came to a stop, signalling that you had arrived at your destination. You got out, Corbyn right behind you and you turned to him. Shock was written all over his face when he saw were you had brought him. He turned to you with wide eyes “How long have you been planning this? Oh my god, do you know how hard it is to get a table at this place, babe? Well, of course you know cause you somehow managed to do so.” You just laughed at his rant and took his hand in yours, leading him to the front door. “I might have asked a friend of mine to put me on the list. That saved me about four months of waiting.” Corbyn let out a chuckle, admiring your independence.

After telling the waiter your name, you were showed to your table where you quickly decided on your orders. The night went by in a blur, the two of you talking, laughing and enjoying the amazing food. It felt good to spend some time together, just the two of you. You even took a break from social media, limiting your snapchat updates to a cute post of each other and a meme-worthy snap of the two of you which earned you lots of screenshots from the fans. As the dinner slowly came to an end you grew anxious, thinking about the one thing you still had in store for your boyfriend.

Corbyn must have noticed your mood changing, taking your hand in his and looking at you with a worried expression. It’s now or never. Giving him a small smile you whispered, “Here goes nothing” and reached into your purse, pulling out a little box and practically shoving it into Corbyn’s hand. He eyed it for a second before looking at you again “(Y/N), you know I’m all for women being independent and confident, making the first move and all but don’t you think it’s a little too early for proposing to me?  I mean, I’m only eighteen and you’re still in school…” You burst out laughing, chocking out a “I’m not proposing, you headass, just open the box” He winked at you and opened the box, his grin fading, replaced by a surprised expression. He took out the little item, twisting and turning it in his hands. Getting nervous again, you looked down, playing with your fingers “It’s a promise ring. I wanted you to have a piece of me with you when you’re away. So you never forget that I’m waiting for you to come back to me” Corbyn quickly slipped on the ring and you lifted your hand, showing off the one you had bought to match his. Upon seeing that, he flashed you one of his beautiful smiles and leaned over to plant a kiss on your lips.

The guys were leaving early in the morning. You had stayed over, wanting to spend the last hours with all of them. While Corbyn was in the bathroom you quickly went into his room and slipped the envelope you were holding into his backpack. Next came the goodbyes. You hugged all the guys, telling them how much you’d miss them and how proud you were. The tears were already flowing by the time you made your way to Corbyn. He pulled you into a hug and you nuzzled your head into his chest, enjoying the comfort it brought you. You stayed like that for a few more minutes and after exchanging I love yous he gave you a kiss and finally got into the car. You waved at them, watching as the car turned around the corner and disappeared. You took out your phone and sent Corbyn a quick text: Might wanna check your backpack for a little something ;)

Corbyn’s phone buzzed in his pocket and he took it out, furrowing his brows when he realized it was from (Y/N). After reading through it, he searched through his bag, eager to see what his girlfriend was talking about. Taking out the envelope he immediately recognized her handwriting.

Hey Corbs,

I know this is super cliché and I’m normally not one for big, romantic gestures but you make me want to do all these things that are so out of my comfort zone. I wrote you this letter so you always have something to read when you miss me. You’re going to be busy and talking will be hard, especially because of the time difference.
Corbyn, I’m beyond proud of you and the guys and I couldn’t be happier for you. You get to live your dream and I’m right by your side through it all. Remember I’ll always wait for you. I know that just like a boomerang, you’ll come back to me ;))

One day, I’ll be lucky enough to put a ring on you but until then these will have to do. I love you forever and always.


Your phone went off like crazy, dozens of notifications pouring in. You opened Instagram and saw that Corbyn had tagged you in a post. You clicked on his recent upload and couldn’t contain your smile. The picture showed his hand – the one with the promise ring -  holding your letter. But the caption made your heart melt. Just like a boomerang, I’ll come back to you.

Anything for the Bakkoush siblings

Biology, and science in general, is very interesting to Sana. She likes learning how organisms work, she likes learning about the reasons why processes, things and begins are the way they are. She likes learning all that because it helps her make sense of the bigger picture. Sana loves that but what she doesn’t love is the pile of homework her Biology teacher always gives the class. Essays to write, experiments to do and pages over pages to read. Sana wonders if her biology teacher doesn’t know that she, and every other student, has other subjects to do work for.

Staring at her laptop she sighs and closes it. Sana thought having the house completely to herself, silent, would help her concentrate. Actually, it did. But she has been sitting at the kitchen table, completing task after task, for about three hours now. It’s about time to take a break. Her brain needs a rest. She gets up, stretches and walks over to the window to open it. Her mother had closed it before she left three and a half hours ago because she didn’t want Sana to get cold. The problem: the lack of fresh air gives Sana a headache and she was so invested in her work that she didn’t even realize it at first. Her eyes wander down the street, as far as she can look from her spot at the window. Now that she doesn’t drown in school work, her thoughts promptly go back to that one thing she can’t stop thinking about. Or better said, that one person. Especially the absence of noise, usually produced by Elias’ friends, reminds her of him. Pretty much every Saturday, for too long to remember when it started, her older brother and his friends spend their day here. Even before they started that whole YouTube thing.

The absence of noise helped her study better but when she’s not doing that, there is nothing to distract her from her thoughts about Yousef. Spending an entire evening with him, just talking and with that getting to know him more… The way they teased each other first, but then could talk about such an important topic to her and obviously to him too and how effortless the transition was. Yousef listened to her and she listened to him. None of them was judging the other even when they were of so opposing opinions. Sana doesn’t have conversations like that with many people; she barely ever has conversations like that with anyone. So her inability to stop thinking about him is partly due to yesterday evening.

While Sana is still deep in thoughts, contemplating how to deal with her situation and weighing the options in her head, the doorbell rings. Elias has probably forgotten his keys. He left in a bad mood after arguing with their mother and his keys probably weren’t the most important thing on his mind. Sana still wants and needs to talk to him but she also knows it’s better to give him space first.

Lazily she walks to the door and rubs her eye. One of the ups of not wearing make-up. All that studying has exhausted her.

Opening the door, Sana is greeted with a familiar face but not that of her brother.

“Hey.”, he says at the same time she does. Sana didn’t expect Yousef. He’s only here when her brother is.

“From the surprised look I assume that Elias didn’t tell you I’d be coming over?”, Yousef asks, a small smile on his lips, his eyes trained on Sana.

To recollect her thoughts she shakes her head and stands up a little straighter. Yousef is still standing outside, just standing there with his hands in the pockets of his black jacket. The one he wore yesterday too. “No,..”, Sana begins and is very aware of Yousef’s eyes on her. “He doesn’t need to tell me that.” Sana notices Yousef smile getting a little bit bigger and tries not to smile too much herself. “But Elias is not home.”, she concludes.

Apparently Yousef didn’t know. He wouldn’t be here if he did but his eyebrows shoot up in confusion.

“Oh, he texted me this morning to come over around 5 so I thought he’d be here.”, Yousef explains. Well, it was not up to Elias if he could spend the day at home.

Sana thinks about it for a second, in which Yousef presses his lips together and waits. When they talk, he never pushes her. He doesn’t make her feel like she has to be a certain way or act a certain way. Sana tells him:“Eh.. Mom was kind of mad at him for spending the night out and not telling her where he was.. so she made him go run every possible errand.”

Sana thinks that Yousef should know this because he was the one to save Elias from a bigger catastrophe and called Sana to find a solution. Sana still doesn’t know why Elias got drunk that bad and that so early but they haven’t had a chance to properly talk. Yousef looks worried for a second. Eyebrows furrowed, he bites his lip in concentration. Sana cannot help but to notice it and get distracted for a millisecond.

Yousef starts talking and Sana quickly averts her eyes. She hopes that he didn’t notice. Usually Sana is able to focus, not let herself get distracted but when it comes to Yousef, it’s a little different.

“O god, how did it go this morning? I only talked shortly to Elias. He only told me that he’s going home and to meet him here later.”, Yousef rambles. He has his right hand at his neck and his gaze is fixated on Sana. Never looking away.

Sana doesn’t know how much Yousef tries to look at her without her or anyone catching it. Yousef isn’t sure how successful his attempts were because he assumes Elias kind of suspects something but he can’t help it. As soon as Sana walks into the same room as him, his eyes find her immediately. She is beautiful, everybody knows that. With her make-up and without it, like right now. As Sana opened the door, Yousef directly noticed the difference. Usually, Sana wears dark make up, it’s part of the tough-girl facade she has built up for herself. Sure, she is tough. But at the same time, she can be so innocent and cute. And Yousef likes her either way. More than he should, she is his best friend’s little sister. But at this point, it’s too late. He knows that he won’t ever be able to see Sana as just his best friend’s sister.

Even when he’s always reminded of it. The topic of their conversation is Elias after all. Yousef realizes that he was so deep in thoughts, that he probably looked her in the eyes a little too long. No, Sana is looking at him like she was yesterday. Smiling but trying to contain it. Always trying to be in control of everything. But once in a while she forgets that, like right now. The longer they stand there, the bigger her smile gets. Her dimples show and Yousef feels the need to cup her cheek but refrains. He knows his limits, her boundaries.

Someone, one of the neighbors, slams their door which makes both Sana and Yousef jump. This bursts the small bubble they were in. They always seemed to be in, when they look at each other like this, expressing more with their eyes than with their words.

Again, Sana lightly shakes her head. That is something Yousef has seen more than once and she clears her throat.

“Mom..”, Sana starts talking and Yousef blinks a few times to concentrate on her words, “.. interrogated him and asked where he was and such. You can imagine.” Yousef nods, which Sana shortly mimics. It makes Yousef smile but Sana looks worried and the small smile on his lips vanishes.

Sana looks up at him again and hesitates a little, before finally saying:“He said he was at your house.” Yousef nods again. He assumed that that would be the excuse and is fine with it. “But mom said she saw you outside… with me.”

Unsure what he is supposed to say to that, Yousef waits. Yesterday, he couldn’t care less that Sana’s mother interrupted them. He would’ve loved talking to her longer but the day they spend together was more than he had imagined for him and Sana. Especially, after his confession and her reaction being not talking to him for a week. Yousef understood, didn’t like it, but understood. That she felt so comfortable around him yesterday made him happier than he wanted to admit to himself.

Sana smiles. It’s barely there. But it’s enough for Yousef to notice. “I just wanted to tell you. I don’t want you to get in trouble because of Elias and I.”, she thinks for a second, “In more trouble than you already got because of us.” The faintest smile on her lips is gone now, Sana frowns and Yousef’s hand itches to reach out and straighten that worry line in between her eyebrows.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”, Yousef says and smiles at Sana. She is back to avoiding his eyes and instinctively he tries to make their eyes meet. “Hey.”, he says smiling and hoping that she’d do the same. She looks at him again and irks an eyebrow at him. She presses her lips together and Yousef knows it’s because she tries not to give away too much of what she feels. Yousef waits a few seconds, in which Sana and he look at each other. It’s innocent and playful at the same time.

Finally, when she looks him in the eyes, Yousef says:“Anything for the Bakkoush siblings.”

Sana laughs a little at that. Yousef can’t help but grin at that. Making Sana smile is one of his favorite things. She’s always so tough, breaking that facade for even a second is pretty satisfying to Yousef.

“Hmm.”, is all Sana says at first, smiling and with her eyebrows raised.

“Hmm.”, Yousef mimics her and also raises his eyebrows.

“Anything, hm?”, Sana asks smiling widely. Her dimples make an appearance and Yousef looks at them and back into Sana’s eyes.

Yousef nods, his smile almost too wide to fit on his face:“Anything.”

If somebody didn’t close another door loudly, Sana and Yousef would have been standing there, smiling at each other for who knows how long. Again, they both jump at the loud sound and turn around at the same time, when Elias says:“Hey.”

He was the one that closed the main door and walks up the stairs. He stops next to Yousef who is still standing in the hallway outside of the apartment. Yousef didn’t even notice nor care about that.

“Why are you standing at the door?”, Elias asks and looks from his little sister to his best friend. Elias has too many bags in his hands to carry and Yousef and Sana go to take some from him at the same time. Elias smiles tiredly at both.

Sana answers:“Yousef came by like you two talked about.” Elias nods, Yousef observes the looks between the siblings and smiles to himself. Even if everything goes wrong, Sana has Elias and Elias has Sana.

Now, Sana opens the door more and lets the two boys in. Yousef smiles at her while passing her and then going straight to the kitchen to put down the bags.

Yes, he’ll do anything for the Bakkoush siblings. For Sana, he’ll stand at the door as long as necessary if it means that she is comfortable and he can talk to her.

anonymous asked:

hello!! i know that your on a hiatus so take your time in answering this, but i just wanted to say that your art is absolutely beautiful and i was wondering what you do when you're in a slump or when you feel like giving up on art bc it's been a huge problem for me and you're a huge inspiration of mine? idk sorry if this sounds bad you don't have to answer it if you dont want to

hello sweetheart!! firstly thank you for your compliments!!! i’m honored that you consider me as one of ur inspirations!!

i’ve gotten to a point where i really hated my art that i wanted to give up and i found that the cause of this was because i did not draw for myself. i was hungry for fame and notes and etc therefore i desperately drew what other people liked instead of my own. i was also a perfectionist and would beat myself up over any mistakes in my art. so of course, all this made me very miserable LOL;

a lot of things happened during this point of my life which was hard but ultimately helped me fix these problems, much to my own surprise:

  1. when you think of other ppl liking your art, you will be pressured about a lot of things like making it perfect instead of making it meaningful. this was a big problem for me before bc i craved validation from strangers on the internet. but eventually, i was forced to flee from the public aka fandoms bc of a lot of bad experiences. so when i got this “break time” from public exposure, i was also forced to focus on myself and what i want bc i had no fandom to please, i was only with myself. this gradually helped me learn how to draw things i like bc i like them, not bc i want other ppl to like them. 
  2. believe it or not, i had a huge phobia of drawing traditionally. have you ever thought of how scary it is to draw traditionally? you can make a mistake but you can’t “undo” it as easy as you can on digital. you have no save files. you have no layers. it’s scary to spend countless hours on traditional drawing and one mistake can fuck it up to the point of no return! this thought process was extremely driven by my perfectionism. but at some point during my “break time” from fandoms, my computer broke!! so that means i couldn’t draw digitally. this was a huge pain bc drawing was the only outlet i had lol… so, one day i eventually just gave in and went like “fuck it, i’ll draw traditionally i guess… whatever, no one is gonna see it anyway!!” and so i drew and i drew a lot until i didn’t notice i already filled up my sketchbook!!! and the most surprising thing is that, my drawings weren’t as bad as i thought they would be!!! i was surprised to see what i can do!! this feeling was amazing bc i realized hey traditional art isn’t so bad, i can actually do it… what was i even afraid of? i made a lot of mistakes ofc. not all my drawings were perfect but it ultimately amazed me that i could draw on a sketchbook and a good handful of it actually looked, not perfect, but decently presentable to me! i was happy bc i got through the hurdle of that stupid phobia and all i had to do was try. it gave me a lot of confidence to be more adventurous with my art!! i kept drawing traditionally for 5-6 months straight until i got a computer to work on again. everything i’ve learned during my time in drawing traditionally, it was easy to carry over to digital.

i found out that i was miserable because, ultimately, i was being a perfectionist. i wanted to have finished artwork all the time even if it was physically and mentally draining for me. it wasn’t easy but, letting go of this unhealthy mindset was the biggest step for me to love drawing. now i’m much happier with my art even if they were just sketches or scribbles, traditionally or digitally.

telling you my story does not mean that this is how you get rid of your slump, bc yours could be different from mine. the point of me telling you these is bc i want you to find within yourself why you hate your art so much: is it because it looks bad? is it because you don’t like your medium? is it because you are forcing yourself to do it? etc etc

a common reason why ppl find art to be such a dread is bc they think of it like a race when it’s not !!! there is no finish line to art, there is no speed you have to attain, there are no judges to please, and there are no competitors. you are your own “tool” as an artist. you have your own functions and you have your own speed that only you can unlock. so give yourself freedom to appreciate all the small achievements you make! even the mistakes! ESPECIALLY THE MISTAKES! appreciate them and learn from them! mistakes are crucial for your growth! and as they say “you never really fail, you just find out ways that don’t work” so try and try until you do find one that works and there will always be more than one! and remember that whenever you feel tired, it’s okay!!!!!!!!! to take a break for a while bc again: art is not a race.

you have a bit of soul searching to do but just be true and honest to yourself and eventually you’ll figure it out! and once you do, you’ll know where to pick yourself up. i believe that you have the strength to do that, it’s the reason why you are coming to me to ask for help! albeit, i am not very good with words but i do hope this helps you at least a little!!!

- You Can’t Have My Heart by AnAverageGirl15

To unify two worlds after centuries of war, Kara Zor-El, Princess of Krypton, must marry the Prince of Daxam.

Assigned to protect the Kryptonian Princess, Mon-El of the Royal Guard, will face his biggest challenge yet.

- my heart is blind by thoroughlytrash

Mon-El waited, and waited, and waited, but no letters showed up on his skin. Not on his wrist, not further up his arm, not anywhere on his body.
In which Mon-El arrives to Earth only two years after Kara, in which he isn’t her soulmate, and in which the fact that he’s her first kiss (her first everything) seems to mean a bit too much.(In which soulmate marks appear on your skin when you turn eighteen.)

- Mating Season by Fanfic_or_bust

It’s spring time in National City and Kara and Mon-El have been feeling strangely lately. They’ve both snapping at everyone, and their sex drives have been increasing at an alarming rate. It’s been getting worse and worse for a while but they’ve been able to hide it, but as they wake up one day out of control and they get themselves into an uncomfortable situation at the DEO, they find themselves locked up so Alex, Winn, and J'onn can figure out what is happening to our heroes.

- Betrayal Never Comes From Enemies by KaramelHaven

Betrayal never comes from your enemies. It’s a lesson Kara and Mon-El have learned the hard way, and in the worst way possible. A deep trauma and horrifying situation set in motion the fracturing of one of the soundest partnerships, shattering all parties involved. Years later, it appears no closer to healing. But, then again, the supers don’t seem at all keen to heal anything with anyone. They just want to protect each other and the city and be left in peace.

- 30 Day OTP Challenge by KaramelHaven

To help with the hiatus, just going to try my hand at doing a 30 Day OTP Challenge for Karamel :-) I’ll try to post every day, maybe even twice a day at times, and I’ll be adding tags and characters as they come up ;-)

- one hundred ways to say “I love you” by gracecastellan

“People say I love you all the time- when they say, ‘take an umbrella, it’s raining,’ or 'hurry back,’ or even 'watch out, you’ll break your neck.’ There are hundreds of ways of wording it- you just have to listen for it, my dear.” -John Patrick, The Curious Savage. Inspired by a list of one hundred ways to say “I love you,” one hundred one-shots of Kara Danvers and Mon-El, from friendship to lovers and everything in between. 

- to the well of stars and back by shipwreckinabottle

“He is not the same as us,” the man says, “Mon-El is our father’s mad dog, set loose from his cage whenever diplomacy fails. The Harbinger of Death, as he is known. I hope you’ll do well to tame him, Kara of Krypton.”

The twelve noble houses of Daxam are at war, and the only solution for the centuries of bloodshed and strife might take the form of an arranged marriage between a bastard prince from Daxam, and a Kryptonian girl from Earth.

AU; Arranged marriage.

- Man on the Moon by ShadowJaySmith

AU~ Mon-El Matthews is an author who hates his book. Kara Danvers is a reporter who also hates his book. They meet for coffee to discuss it, and eventually, a small interview becomes a relationship that means a lot more to both of them. (One Shot)

- Camp Falling Star by Fanfic_or_bust

Summer Camp AU!
Mon-El crashed to Earth six months ago, landing near the Matthews’ family home on their remote camp ground. They took him in, but he hasn’t had the easiest time adjusting to life on Earth. When summer comes around, Carol and Phil Matthews decide that he should work as a counselor at the couple’s summer camp, thinking it would be good for him to meet new people. He’s been expecting to hate it and dreading it for weeks. And then he sees her. The girl with the blue eyes. Can summer camp be fun, after all?

- It’s Just Cuddling by xxashleyxx

“He didn’t know how in Rao’s name this had happened. How she’d managed to succeed in moving into this position was beyond him. And he swore this time he was actually sleeping when it happened.” – Sequel to It’s Just Sleeping. Mon-El wakes up the next morning with Kara still in his arms…and in an interesting position. He tries (and fails) to keep his cool.

- For Love by bilgegungoren00

 Blue for Kara’s comet-like eyes and trust, yellow for her golden hair and sunshine, white for her light and purity, and red for passion and love.

Or Kara and Mon-El are finally getting married, and they couldn’t be happier about it.

- Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) by kryptonstydia

Karamel fiction based on the song Bang Bang by Nancy Sinatra. Alternate alien lives.

- i’ve gotten in over my head by thoroughlytrash

Kara, for some reason, enjoys running her fingers through Mon-El’s hair.

- Let’s Talk About Sex by xxashleyxx

“‘This is serious, Mon-El.’ She turned her body so that she sat cross legged and faced him. He dropped his can of soda back on the table and pressed the off button on the TV remote. ‘I want to know right now why you won’t have sex with me.’” – Kara had been patiently waiting for him to make the first move. Kara’s tired of being patient. Takes place before 2x14: The Homecoming, sort of.

- Contact by harcourt

Daxamites can’t go too long without physical contact. (Whether that’s hugging/cuddling or full sex and hormonal release is up to you.) Mon-El worries that Kara and company and their prudish alien mores will not understand, so he refuses to tell anyone about it. After going without for too long, Mon-El collapses and comes on/confesses to the nearest person in the feverish aftermath.

When something goes wrong with Mon-El, the DEO puts him back in containment, in case he’s a hazard. It’s not helpful.

- Coffee Fixes the Universe by I am not sure I like this show (thisisnotanendorsement)

Kara has memories people tell her make her crazy, of abilities and aliens. She’s trying to live a normal life when she meets a guy in a coffee shop that she remembers and stumbles onto a world that both is and isn’t from her dreams.

- The Lion & The Rose by Sunflower_Nation

The dark world of organized crime, drugs, money, and power. An assassin. And a girl without a heart or a home. Upperclass Criminal AU. A Karamel fic.

- A Favorite of Lirra by handlewithkara

Mon-El has never been the religious type.

children of light by shipwreckinabottle

we must bring
our own light
into the darkness


in which Kara Zor-El is a Child of Light, born once a thousand years, destined to keep the darkness at bay.

- Please Leave an Affirming Note by TheMeddaFiction

“Oh, nothing really important dear. I’m just putting up this bulletin board for the tenants to write down some notes for the others. Just you know? Some friendly greetings and comments to each other for you to get to know each other.”

Or, Kara returned back to her apartment and found a new bulletin board that encourages her to get to know her new neighbor, when she never paid attention to them. Could this sparks a relationship, or cause hatred between them.

- Sunshine In Your Smile by canonickaramel

There’s a flower shop on the corner and a girl inside with a smile so radiant it might as well be the sun.

After That Night(Don't Tell Him Part Four)

Pairing: Josh/Reader/Tyler //Warnings: Smut, Blowjob, Spanking, Rough Sex, Bathroom Sex, Handjob. //Rating: Mature //A/N: Not everything is as it seems.

Originally posted by indies-aesthetics

The day of your wedding was beautiful, magical, lovely, it was everything you had ever wanted and more. You were currently sitting in your dressing area with your best friends and family. Your family loved Tyler, so did your friends, so they couldn’t be happier with the fact that you were marrying him. Your hair had finally been done, your dress was on, makeup was flawless, everything on your end was ready to go. “You ready?” Your parent asked. You nod your head and stand at the back of the line behind all of the bridesmaids, groomsmen, and your maid of honor. She was with Josh, seeing as he was Tyler’s best man. You look between heads and see Tyler under the Pew, looking nervous, but also having the biggest smile on his face. Once everyone has gone down the aisle, the crowds of people in seats stand, and you know it’s your turn to walk. You loop arms with your parent and push through the doors, immediately seeing people begin to cry, Tyler included. You look over to Josh as well, who was smiling happily at you, but still, a hint of sadness resonated in his eyes. You clear your throat and link hands with Tyler as the officiant begins their speech. You each say your vows, before kissing each other, and the friends and family applaud. You smile at everyone as you to walk hand in hand back down the aisle. Once inside, Tyler runs with you up the stairs and shuts the door behind him. “Hello, Mrs. Joseph” he says, smiling as big as he could. “Mrs. Joseph, I like the sound of that” you say as he takes a step closer. You wrap your arms around him and you kiss deeply, everything feeling like it had more meaning. “We should get back, that party is for us, you know” you say, pulling back. Tyler lets out a frustrated groan before opening the door and letting you out first. You walk back down the stairs and go outside, where the reception was being held. You hear a loud applause as the two of you walk out, but all you could focus on was Josh standing in the back. You’re snapped out of your thoughts when Tyler grabs your hand and pulls you to the dance floor. You groan and kick off your heels, obliging to dance. The night was as amazing as the actual wedding, and you couldn’t have had a better time. As the night comes to a close you see that Josh had left early. Before you can even react, Tyler pulls you along to the limo and practically pushes you in. You hit what felt like a person on your way in, and look up to see the familiar mess of yellow hair. Josh. Let’s go back to they night.///////////////////////// Marry me. His words were ringing in your ears and you looked up to see if he was serious. You’re left speechless looking between the boys, both of them expecting an answer. “Tyler, I love you, but I also love Josh. This is something I don’t think I can decide on right now” you say, standing from the bed. “(Y/N) that’s not what I asked” Tyler said. You must’ve been visibly confused, and so was Josh, so he continued. “You were mine first. To the world and anyone looking in, you still are mine and only mine. I don’t think we should end what we've​ been doing. It would kill me to see how upset either of you would be. But, (Y/N), I love you so much more than you will ever know. I just want to be with you forever, and let everybody know. I want to know that whatever happens between the three of us, you will always stick by me. Because I will always stick by you” he finishes, with a deep sigh. You hear Josh clear his throat, and you look at him to see him nodding, letting you know it was okay. You look back at Tyler, smiling. “Well, Tyler, yes. I will marry you”/////////////// The limo pulls off once Tyler is inside the car, and both of the men look at you, while you look straight ahead. Tyler wanted to get married as soon as possible, so the wedding was four months after that night. In all of that time, none of you had sex, or anything relating to such. Now, the sexual tension between the three of you was as strong as ever. You place a hand on one of each of the boys thighs, smiling when they both inhale at the same time. You lean over to Tyler first, kissing him deeply and running your fingers through his hair. You pull back and bite your lip slightly, moving over to Josh and doing the same thing. After a while of this, you get onto the ground of the limo and help them both unbutton their pants and slide them down along with their underwear. You use one Hand on each, stroking them both in unison. The mix of moans between the men was enough to make you get wet yourself, causing you to start rubbing your legs together. You move your head back and forth between them, bobbing your head on one at a time. You can feel their both reaching their ends, which is why you pulled away and sat back up in your seat. Both of the boys are visibly mad and ask why you stopped. You stay quiet until the car stops, and you get out, rushing to the hotel you were staying in tonight. You check in using your name, and take the keys, the boys walking in not far after. “Why the grumpy faces?” You ask, teasingly. Before they can answer, you move past them and walk to the bathroom, going to a stall. You do your business and walk to the sink, washing your hands. You open the door and look up, just to see two very angry faces staring back. “Something wrong?” You ask innocently. Tyler pushes you back into the bathroom and lifts you to the sink, kissing you hard enough to make your head hit the mirror. Josh checks all the stalls before locking the door and walking towards you and Ty. Tyler pulls off your wedding dress, and sets it on a different sink, his breath hitching when he sees what lingerie you had chosen for the both of them. “Mm, baby” Josh says, taking a step closer. Josh and Tyler were now in front of you, staring hungrily. “You know, it’s too bad this is really nice lingerie” Josh says, pulling the strap of the side of your thing and letting it slap back onto your hip. “Because you teased us, didn’t let either of us finish, didn’t let us speak to you, and the list goes on and on baby doll” Tyler finishes for him. “And when you get all defiant. We aren’t so gentle.” With that, Tyler pulls off your bra and Josh pulls down your thing, with so much intensity strings were popping everywhere and scratched you on the way off. You let out a loud groan and Tyler pulls you off the sink, turning you so you see yourself in the mirror. Josh pulls your head back with your hair, and quickly latches his lips onto your neck, while Tyler pulls one of your breasts in his mouth, biting softly. You don’t hesitate to let out loud groans, the wetness between your legs becoming more apparent. Without warning or hesitation, Josh pushes you down onto the ground, pulling you slightly so that you were on all fours. “I had her last time. Take this as a wedding gift” Josh says, moving in front of you and dropping to his knees. You hear Tyler doing the same from behind you, and also heartbeat sound of their pants dropping to the ground. Josh grabs your head and helps you to slowly place your mouth around his length, but Tyler is quick to shove himself inside you, making you take Josh deeper. You begin to choke slightly, but Josh didn’t let up. Meanwhile, Tyler was giving slap after sleep to your backside, always curling his fingers on the spot after each hit. Josh finally lets you move back to breathe, and smirks when you have to recollect your breath. You ease your way back onto him, making sure not to let Tyler’s ruthless thrusts interrupt you. You steady yourself with one hand and use your other to massage your clit. Tyler takes notice and nods at Josh. Josh pulls your hand away from yourself and looks you dead in the eyes. “We didn’t say you could do that” he says, the grip on your wrist tightening. You nod and set it back down on the ground. Tyler’s thrusts become more rough and fast, his hands now gripping your hips and forcing you to take him as deep as possible. He slowly moves one hand down to your clit, picking up where you had left off. It’s not long after that when you finally spill over the edge, and moan around Josh. The boys weren’t finished though. Even though you were done, they continued to use your body, and Tyler continues on your clit, trying to help you reach your second orgasm. Josh thrusts once more into your mouth, finally pouring what he had down your throat. The vulgar sounds he had made were enough to make you spill a second time, Tyler not far behind. With one last sloppy and hard hit, he came, both of the boys pulling out from you. Your arms and legs were so weak that once they weren’t holding you anymore, you fell over and laid stiff on the ground. Both the boys get redressed, and Tyler grabs your dress, sliding it back down over your body, while Josh slid your bra and panties into his pocket. Tyler watches you struggle to stand, and picks you up bridal style, before carrying you out of the bathroom. “We wore you out that bad?” Josh asks, a softness present in his voice. You nod your head. “And i loved every minute of it”

neiticora  asked:

I really really want to see Ryder confusedly confessing to a girlfriend (regular, platonic gf) her feelings to Jaal. Like... "Listen Cora, I'm going mad and I have to talk to someone. Don't laugh. I think I'm..." And the friend's reaction, of course!

Wren Ryder and Cora sat across from each other on the Tempest’s broad table, Ryder pushing reconstituted eggs around with her fork, Cora reading something a datapad but looking up periodically as the fork hit the surface with a clang that destroyed the fragile silence sacred to breakfast.

With a sigh, Cora put her datapad down. “Ryder, what’s bothering you?”

Rather than just opening up (Jaal would be ashamed,) Ryder grew defensive. “Nothing’s wrong, Cora. Everything is normal. Perfect. Peachy.” Another circle of eggs on her plate, pushing a little more aggressively this time.

Cora rested her face on her fist, using her free hand to rub small circles on her temple. “Cut the crap, Ryder. Don’t make me call in Lexi for a psych eval.” This was no idle threat- if Cora said she’d do something, it would happen.

Okay. Fine then. Alarmed, Ryder put down her fork and pushed the plate away. “We’re speaking in hypotheticals here. Understand?”

“Perfectly.” Was Cora trying not to smile?

“What if, hypothetically, you were some big, important title in the Initiative. You had your own ship, and your own crew. The crew is great, and you like them a lot, but there’s one of them you like more than you should.” Her hands were looking for something to do, anything. Not looking at Cora’s knowing smile and nodding head, she snatched a cup of coffee, swirling a spoon through it in broad spirals. One, two, three. “You even meet his- or her- family. But isn’t it kind of… unethical? Or something. It’s one of your crew. An abuse of power. Asking for a friend. For a hypothetical. Not for me.” Very convincing. Very smooth. She hadn’t even managed to trick herself into believing it. Finally she looked up from her coffee.

Cora was still smirking, damn her. “I’d say that there’s paperwork you have to fill out with Lexi’s approval. Theoretically, of course. I would also say that I could email the forms to the interested party- commander and crew liaisons, form 90417 B.” She bent over her omni-tool for a few seconds, swiping through something and then leaning back. “I think, in this purely hypothetical situation, a woman’s friends might ask her if she’s sure, though.” The smile faded slightly; it was still prepared to emerge again, but caution had clouded Cora’s features.

Ryder couldn’t keep up with this charade for any longer. “Listen, Cora. I feel like I’m going crazy and I just had to talk with someone about it. Don’t laugh, but I think I’m in love.” Actually, she might laugh at herself just for saying that, sounding like a teenager too caught up in the emotions of her first real relationship to understand there was a world outside her own feelings.

“And Jaal?” Gently, Cora pulled the coffee cup away from Ryder, shaking her head. “You don’t need more caffeine right now.” Fair point.

“He took me to meet his family.” To her credit, Ryder managed not to turn entirely red- just partially, high on her cheekbones and the tips of her ears. “I think it’s serious.” And there was only so much longer she could keep it quiet from the rest of the crew, especially when she wanted things so many normal couples seemed to take for granted- holding hands, those light touches that said your lover was there, a kiss on the lips when the opportunity came.

Lifting her eyebrows, Cora stroked her chin in an oversized gesture, clearly mimicking thinking deeply about the situation. “Does he make you happy?” she finally asked.

Another moment of feeling stupid, of wanting to sigh dreamily and act like someone ten years her junior. “Sometimes he’s the only thing in this damn galaxy that makes being Pathfinder bearable.”

“Then do it. You’ve been happier lately. Don’t forget that you’re still only human, Ryder. Your dad did, sometimes, but you’re not your dad.” For the first time, there was no criticism as Cora said those last words. It was simply a statement of fact. “Fill out the forms. I think someone is here to see you, by the way.” Nodding to the stairwell that led up to the comm table (which was also their breakfast, lunch, and dinner space,) Cora stood and gave Ryder another nod and a wink before vanishing down the other side of the stairs, her breakfast plate in hand, clapping Jaal on the shoulder as she did so.

Ah, shit. “Jaal! How long were you listening?” Was there any egg stuck in her teeth? Did she reek of coffee? No and no, thankfully.

In the dubious privacy, Jaal pulled Ryder into his arms, crushing her to his chest and kissing the top of her head. “Enough,” he finally answered. “Your people must fill out forms to be with one another?” He sounded confused, but still didn’t release her, and she was glad to rest her head on his chest, feeling it rise and fall with every breath he took. It felt risky to do this out in the open when no one else in the ship really knew, except for Cora, but if they were going to go public anyway…

“No, not at all. It’s just because you’re technically a member of my crew. You don’t mind signing it?” What if he didn’t want to? What if he found the human concept of military permissions too obviously foreign and decided that the cultural boundaries were too much?

“Give it to me right now. I’ll sign as many forms as I have to, to be with you.” Oh. That was okay then.

buyreputationbytaylorswift  asked:

If your still taking spideychelle prompt could you do a jealous! Michelle

!Loved your jealous Peter fic. You should do a jealous Michelle one .

Omg can you do one with Michelle getting jealous?!

Loved ur new fic!!! Was wondering is you would write a fic about spideychelle proposal????

hello! i hope this is okay! i tried to write this in many different ways but nothing ever really felt right. so, this isn’t just jealous!michelle. so if you’d like me to write more jealous!michelle that is more similar to the jealous!peter fic i wrote, let me know and i can write some small oneshots or something. (i have ideas for jealous!michelle that is similar to jealous!peter but nothing that was enough to make a whole fic.) anYWAY, i hope this is okay! and sorry it took so long!

five people who hugged michelle (ao3 link)

1.     gwen stacy

When Michelle is a freshman in college, she has a bit of a crisis. She and Peter have been best friends for around two years now, and she’s been nursing a healthy crush on him for a bit longer than that. And in their whole friendship/crush existence, Peter has only ever liked one girl: Liz Toomes. (Which, if she’s being honest, Michelle probably had a crush on Liz too. So she gets it.) This is all a roundabout way of her saying that she’s been able to have a crush on Peter Parker and not do anything about it because their relationship to each other and mostly to other people always stayed the same.

But in their freshman year of college, Peter Parker gets a lab partner for intro physics. She seems like a kind, genuine, funny, good person. She’s friendly and intelligent. And whenever Michelle makes the trek to MIT to join Peter for lunch before lab, Gwen always asks how she’s doing and takes a genuine interest in MJ and her life. So, Gwen Stacy is exactly Peter’s type (if Liz is a crush to go by), and MJ has a mini crisis about it.

Peter and Gwen don’t start dating though. At least not for the first month or so of school. But MJ is worried. And then one Wednesday while she’s doodling in the middle of her freshman seminar (it focuses on human rights and MJ is actually a big fan of the class, but That Kid™ is speaking right now and he’s absolutely insufferable), she feels her pocket buzz. It’s a text from Peter.

the dork pedro: hey, are you free for dinner tonight

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