you get the gist by now

slightly-crimson-tornado  asked:

What did you think of 17 and 18's hypothetical fusion suggested by the Supreme Kai?

Well for one, they would look AMAZING…if we take this Fusion they pulled in Dragonball Heroes with GT!18 and Super!17. I reckon their design would be slightly different of course since they look different in DBS, but you get the gist.

And as long as it can be undone, I wouldn’t have any problems with it. It would have been kinda cool to see that TBH! But like Beerus said, if they get defeated, they lose two people at once so that is why it’s not the best of ideas for now…but still they prolly would have kicked ass!

if anyone is confused about this net neutrality thing, the gist of it is that cable companies are trying to get the right to decrease/increase speeds to different websites.

right now, the speed is the same for whatever website you’re visiting, from facebook to pornhub.

so what would an end to neutrality mean? it means they could charge you extra to get a cable package that doesn’t throttle netflix’s speed. it means your conservative parents could buy the package that throttles pages with Adult Content. it means your cable company could increase speed for amazon and decrease it for small online stores (after
a hefty donation from amazon of course)

and because all roads lead to hell, they could throttle speeds for reliable news sources and increase speeds for fox news.

you would click on an article and it wouldn’t load. you would go back and pick a different website, this one with a Better Opinion. you would only see the Good Opinions. and if you weren’t paying attention, you wouldn’t even realize it.

at best it will cost you extra money or disrupt your netflix/porn habits. at worst it will lead us even further into fascist hell. don’t let them take away net neutrality.

Hello!! Wow, this is the first time I have ever posted a picture of myself to my studyblr. I hope this is ok. I feel so happy to be in the world and I just wanted to share it ✨

advice for people in school, taking notes

yo, since it’s that time of year, here’s my unsolicited advice on how to take notes. it’s primarily for college or high school folks but i suppose anyone who is in a positive to take notes could use this.

here’s the advice:

make your notes as CASUAL as possible. by which i mean, put them in your voice, make them funny, use memes, write out information as if you were texting it to your friend, curse!, use everyday phrases and weird internet speak, relate it to your life if possible!, fucking hashtag that shit, relate it to things you like, write out academic articles like they are just Drama happening to your friends, etc etc– do this in class and when doing the readings and when making studying guides for tests!!

even if you are taking notes on the reading and you have NO IDEA what is going on (real talk: im doing reading for my english masters right now and i have NO IDEA what this man is saying), try to get the basic gist or even if you can tell the writer feels negatively or positively towards a particular subject, WRITE THAT SHIT DOWN. 

Here are honest to god, some examples from my notes right now:

  • I have literally no idea what this man is saying– it seems to be something about God?– the difference between learning stuff just for the sake of learning and learning stuff to make order and sense and “find God” 
  • Culture is the study of perfection and goes beyond religion because we make up religion and culture is about more than us?? its possible that’s what this dude is saying. i give it a 60-40 shot.
  • DONT TRUST MACHINERY. EVERYTHING IS MACHINERY. WEALTH IS JUST MACHINERY. CULTURE MATTERS OVER MONEY/MACHINERY/RELIGION/EVERYTHINGGG. GOOO CULTURE!
  • will he ever writer a sentence shorter than 8 lines long??? #probablynot
  • I am not totally convinced by his culture= perfection argument but then again that could be the exact opposite of what he’s saying. 
  • “Another newspaper, representing, like the Nonconformist, one of the religious organisations of this country, was a short time ago giving an account of the crowd at Epsom on the Derby day, and of all the vice and hideousness which was to be seen in that crowd; and then the writer turned suddenly round upon Professor Huxley, and asked him how he proposed to cure all this vice and hideousness without religion. I confess I felt disposed to ask the asker this question: And how do you propose to cure it with such a religion as yours? How is the ideal of a life so unlovely, so unattractive, so narrow, so far removed from a true and satisfying ideal of human perfection, as is the life of your religious organisation as you yourself image it, to conquer and transform all this vice and hideousness?” 10 – I mean i do fuck with this part tho
  • He’s at Oxford. Fucking loves Oxford. On Oxford’s dick

the point is, i clearly don’t really know what’s going on, but hopefully the professor will clue me in and i’ll at least have some idea of what he said by the end of it. plus just writing your notes in a fun casual way is going to make reading back over them SO much more enjoyable and memorable! (there’s science to back this up but i gotta finish this work so no time to fact check myself now just trust me)

alright, advice over. good luck with school dudes!

[OH Also, if you write a direct quote in your notes– ALWAYS WRITE THE PAGE NUMBER. you’ll need that shit if you use it in a paper.]

  • <p> <b><p></b> <b>Hufflepuff:</b> If you don't get good grades, why are you in advanced classes?<p/><b>Ravenclaw:</b> Because I used to get good grades without trying, and now things got harder, but because I never learnt how to study, seeing as I used to not need to try, I lack that skill set and cannot continue to get good grades.<p/><b>Hufflepuff:</b> ... do you want me to help you?<p/><b>Ravenclaw:</b> ... I think it's a lost cause by now.<p/></p><p/></p>

artsythenintendofreak  asked:

Hi, I'm an aspiring animator, and I wanted to thank you for being such an inspiration for me. Your art is fantastic, and I enjoy your style very much. Do you have any tips for poses? I try and practice, but the more dynamic poses end up looking awkward or stiff. Your stuff always looks so natural and flows nicely.

hello! oh wow thank you very much! Well, i’ve had this same question sent in to me a lot of times now, and I always say the same thing: do lifedrawing. Draw people around you, carry around a small little sketchbook and sketch people in the subway, in the restaurant, in the park! (do it without being creepy tho haha) 

When you do this, you’ll get a gist as to why people look the way they do and how they move etc. (try to do this everyday! go out, and do maybe 10-15 quick sketches. continue for a month and you’ll really see the change)

When you practice, try not to bother yourself with details first! instead, focus on shapes. this will not only help you with poses but also help you learn to draw faster! (2 for the price of 1!!!!) and when i say shapes, i mean think in 3d and start to sort of….sculp it.

Do different poses from normal everyday ones to the dynamic ones. (also, don’t take normal boring poses for granted!) then once you’ve gotten a hang of it, you can start drawing in characters!

you can see i didn’t follow the lines strictly from the original sketch to suit the characters’ style, but it still has the essence of that pose!

be loose! lines and shapes are your best friends! start practicing and you’ll soon find that poses are super fun and addicting to do!

Mixup

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, talk of periods

Word Count: 1,913

Prompt: After a witch spews it’s spells on Dean and the reader, the reader wishes for something to happen to Dean, and Dean turns into a whiny bitch about it.

Special thanks to @lipstickandwhiskey for betaing.

It was nearly blinding when the purplish-grey dust flew around you and Dean. Before it could all clear out, and the two of you could actually see, Sam had nailed the witch. One bullet, directly through the back of her head, and you were fine. She collapsed into a heap on the ground, and that was that.

Sam’s nose scrunched up as he approached the two of you. “What the hell did she douse you guys with?”

“Some of her freak weirdo witch juice,” Dean grumbled, practically gagging at the stench that was coming from the dust. “I need to shower, like now.”

“Good thing we’re not far from the motel,” you chimed in. “So what do we do with Bellatrix over there?”

Dean scoffed, “really? Out of all the iconic witches, you pick the one from Harry Potter?”

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Not My Girl (Jeff Atkins x Reader)

Originally posted by cynicalsunset

Word count: ~3,930 

Request: Anon- Jeff request please! “She’s not my girl”, could you make it like something reader overheard? For example she passes her friends, the jocks, on the way to class. But not before she heard Justin say something like, “look Atkins, it’s your girl” And she get’s upset because they’re not dating, but they’re not not-dating either. And she’s upset and mad at school, but he’s her ride home. Then in the car, could reader be petty at first like Jeff asking, bad day at school/practice? And she’s like nope! And he puts his hand on her thigh when he’s driving as she pulls away so he’s like “oh so you’re mad at me?” And he won’t leave until she tells him. 

Warnings: None I don’t think. A little swearing, Justin being kinda pervy, Jeff being too adorable for words. I think that’s it. 

A/N. Thanks for the request! I’m sorry this took me so long, but I loved writing this one :) I summarized the request, but I feel like I got the gist. I should be answering requests a little more frequently now that I’m getting back in the flow so feel free to keep sending them in. Alright guys, you ready? Enjoy!


(Y/n) hummed to herself as she walked down the hallways, practically skipping as she made her way towards her second period class, weaving through the crowded hallways that usually angered her without a care in the world. She had crashed at Jeff’s last night, after a Fast and Furious marathon had run late, and had skipped first to go home and shower. She had been thinking about skipping the whole day, but she had a chem test in third and couldn’t afford to miss it.

Even the thought of covalent bonds couldn’t dampen her good mood. Things had finally happened between her and Jeff last night. The movie marathon had begun as a friend thing, with Clay, Hannah, and Tony over as well to spend the rainy day watching television and hanging out. As the day had changed to night, first Tony, then Hannah and Clay had excused themselves to finish the last of their weekend homework and get to bed early, leaving (y/n) alone with Jeff. He had merely shrugged once the others had left, flashed a breathtaking smile, and asked if she wanted pizza or chinese for dinner.

The two had been casual friends forever, the way kids in small towns all knew each other, but over the last few months (y/n) had noticed things start to change between her and Jeff. He was no longer the awkward, gangly kid with braces who collected baseball cards, and she was pretty sure he had felt the shift too. Suddenly there was a lot more touching, a lot more teasing, late nights spent texting and lunch periods spent sharing inside jokes. It was amazing. Everyone else had begun to notice too, teasing the both of them about the flirting and the ‘eye sex’, which they both resolutely denied. If anyone asked, they were just friends. But obviously (y/n) wanted more. And she was sure Jeff did too.

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If you’ve offered any tarot readings to the general public in your life, you know this question well. “What does “X” think of me?“ "How does "Y” feel about me?“ "How does "Z” see me?“

It’s become a pretty polarized topic recently, with a lot of pushback from readers who don’t want to pry or don’t think it’s a productive question. For me - well, humans are weird and complicated. There’s all sorts of rules about what things mean (She touched her hair a lot, she’s totally into you…) and sometimes open communication is just weird and unproductive ("Hey bud, if you’re getting a crush on me, can you just … not?” “Um vain much I don’t even like you!”)… Point being, sometimes a bit of extra knowledge is appreciated before things get wierd, and I for one am totally ok with seeing if that extra knowledge is available!

The “prying into someone’s thoughts when they aren’t here” concern is definitely valid, but for me? I’m an empath. Thing get dumped on me all the time. I’ve gotten to a point where I can filter people’s public info from their private info when they are near me, to try to minimize that prying. The technique I’m going to share here is an extension of that - the cards themselves will filter public from private feelings of the party who isn’t present. If the third party is closed off in any way, all this reading will show is the energy of the relationship between them and the querent. If there is anything publicly accessible in their energy, this reading will pick up on that and allow it to be shared. I’ve described this before like facebook stalking a stranger - they have private posts, friends-only posts and public posts. This technique only picks up on the public posts. It fits within my moral code, but if it doesn’t yours, that’s cool. If it does, feel free to adopt it within your own practice!

With all that preamble done, lets get to business. The technique is basically a three card spread, with Court Cards and other chosen signifiers making the magic happen.

So, to start off, you’re going to pick yourself a couple of signifiers - a card to represent you, and a card to represent the other person. In my case, I’ve chosen The High Priestess & the King of Swords. This is actually just a mental choice though - leave the cards in the deck for now. These signifiers will basically be used as reference points and to add in a bit of depth later on.

Shuffle and lay out 3 cards.

The general gist of the technique is the first card represents you & your energy, the 2nd and 3rd potentially are the other party - but ONLY if a Court Card or personally chosen signifier for them shows up there. If no Courts/Signifiers show up in the 2nd or 3rd spots, you’re being told that you’re sticking your nose where it’s not wanted. Read the cards only as a “general energy of the relationship” spread and let it be. You can throw your chosen signifiers down on either side of the spread at this point if that helps you understand the interplay of the cards - just remember that even if you do, the thoughts and feelings of the other person STILL aren’t being shown directly. It’ll always be a “general energy of the relationship” reading when there are no courts in spot 2 or 3.


In my example here though, I got a Court!

In this case, the first card is showing you - if it’s a Court/Signifier, it’s how they see you (here’s where you can use the signifiers you chose - place the signifier for yourself behind the one that showed up. How does how you see yourself compare with how they see you?). If it’s not a Court/Signifier, it’s what they see you bringing to the table. In this example, the Court representing them is in the third spot. This shows how they see themselves in regards to the relationship (and again, you could dig out the signifier you chose for them to see how you see them compares to how they see themselves!) The middle card is their thoughts & feelings on what’s going on between the two of you.

The next thing that could happen is you get a Court or Signifier card in the 2nd slot, like above (I also threw in the original chosen signifiers to show how they intermingle). I find this layout ONLY shows up when there are hidden feelings that are very important for the querent to know about. The third card will show weight being carried by the third party, or where their energy is focussed if not in the relationship itself, or feelings about the relationship that they are having trouble expressing. IF another Court Card shows up here, there is someone else in the picture - it could be something like heavy parental expectations about their love life, it’s also shown up for other people the person could be interested in. I’ve even seen it representing their boss if they are super-invested in work and trying to impress someone for a raise. Keep those situations in mind - it isn’t always cheating! Oh and if it’s a minor, not a Court/Signifier in the first position, then just read it as their thoughts/feelings about the relationship, and not direct thoughts about the querent, basically…


And that really covers it - that’s a brief run down of my convoluted method of reading for third parties, while leaving room for my deck spirits to slam the door in my face if I’m not meant to pry! I’m hoping it’s clear enough, but feel free to ask if anything didn’t make sense! I was trying to not tl;dr while still being clear soooo yeah lol. If ya like the method, feel free to adopt it, if it’s still pushing boundaries for ya, that’s cool! Feel free to chat me up about your thoughts and experiences if you try this out!

Wanna One Kang Daniel Prince! AU (Part 2)

Here’s the second part of the Prince AU. You can find part 1 here and part 3 here; enjoy! (You + Kang Daniel)

Originally posted by seong-wu


  • School started up again soon after the holidays, and you were all ball of nerves about seeing Daniel again
  • You weren’t sure how you two would act together at school, if there would be any difference
  • If you two talked, the entire female population would attack you; and if your friendship had to be kept a secret, you would be disappointed
  • On the first day back, you could hardly focus in any of your classes before math
  • When the bell rang for you to leave your previous period, you ran to the bathroom and checked yourself out in the mirror, simultaneously scolding yourself
  • why am I this shaken up over him Jesus christ (Y/N) get it together
  • You shook your head in disbelief at yourself as you finally just sucked it up and walked to math
  • You trudged in the room, sketchily looking around with your head down, before you heard someone call out to you
  • “Hey (Y/N), we are switching seats this semester, come sit here!! Let’s be seat partners!” Daniel called out to you, a huge smile on his face, patting the seat next to him
  • He… he really just lives freely, doesn’t he? Take a lesson from him, (Y/N).
  • You couldn’t hide your happiness as you sat down next to him, right in the front of the class
  • “You’re good at math, right, (Y/N)? I’m totally going to cheat off you now!!” Daniel exclaimed, relentlessly poking your arm
  • The class soon started, and you both just played hangman and tictactoe and chatted over a piece of notebook paper, the teacher rolling her eyes at the both of you
  • You two weren’t disturbing anyone, and the teacher knew that 1. Daniel wouldn’t pay attention either way, and 2. you would do well on your tests/quizzes anyway
  • Suddenly, school had become a lot more fun
  • Word spread quickly around the school, that Daniel had a new friend… a new girl friend.
  • Suddenly you started getting weird looks from people, and sudden requests to become your friend
  • You were taken aback by the sudden attention, but didn’t do anything about it
  • You just hung out with a couple of your old friends, who thankfully didn’t even bother questioning you about Daniel at all; they seemed to know you would tell them when you were ready
  • They had already known about your childhood friendship with Daniel, anyway
  • Ong and Jaehwan, though, got all the information they needed from Daniel
  • They learned the entire story, and they had also known that you were Daniel’s old friend
  • Anyway you didn’t see Daniel really for the rest of the school day, because you two were in different classes/years, so it wasn’t a surprise when you didn’t meet him again
  • This pattern continued throughout the week: having fun with Daniel in math, only for him to be whisked off to the palace by his bodyguards as soon as school ended every day
  • But something different happened on the Friday of that week
  • As you walked out of school ready to bike home, but your bike was nowhere to be found
  • Instead, you saw two men in black suits standing near the racks
  • “Please come with us, Miss (Y/L/N). Your bike is in the car,” one said, pointing at a sleek black car parked in front of the school. “The Royal Family requests your presence at the palace.”
  • “Uhhh what nobody told me about this,” you mumbled, as the men leaded you towards the car
  • You entered the car, to find Daniel in the seat next to you
  • “What’s up?”
  • “As if I would know, dumbass,” you rolled your eyes, punching his arm
  • For the car ride to the palace, you and Daniel just theorized about various reasons that the King and Queen would want to talk to you
  • “Maybe you clogged one of the toilets at the party”
  • “What the hell, man”
  • “Or you fell asleep on the couch in that room and drooled on it and now you have to replace it hA”
  • “jesus fuck Dan just shut up”
  • ET CETERA
  • When you two finally arrived at the palace, you two got out of the car, Daniel slamming the door behind him as you tried to exit from his side after him
  • “Prince. Please don’t delay us, we need to meet the Queen and King.” a stern voice called (probably one of the bodyguards), shutting up Daniel’s weird laughter (you know what I’m talking about)
  • “Ha, take that loser,” you called back at him, exiting the car
  • “You’re the loser, have fun with whatever my parents want you for,” Daniel said, playfully shoving you, walking away from you and the guards, probably to his own room
  • “Prince, you also have to come along, the King and Queen also want to see you.” A guard said, confusing the both of you
  • What matter could concern the both of you? Another party? What is going on
  • You and Daniel were both sat down in a very fancy looking room, with multiple seats arranged around a round table
  • You two whispered to each other, before the King and Queen entered, sitting down across from you both
  • “Daniel! (Y/N)! How are you both? How was your day at school today?” The Queen excitedly asked
  • You both looked at each other in confusion, before saying what you had “learned” in math today, Daniel revealing that you were now seat mates with one another
  • “Oh, well that’s just great! Glad to see you two are getting along so well, it looks like you two should be able to settle down together very well in the future,” The King said, bobbing his head in an approving nod
  • You and Daniel were in complete confusion, staring at Daniel’s parents as they both beamed at you two
  • “Ah, well I guess we haven’t really explained this properly, but you two get the gist, no?” The Queen said, catching sight of your confused gazes. “Well it’s obvious that (Y/N) here is the most reasonable choice for the Princess; out of all the women we have seen for the past couple of years have not even come close to the bright and genuine aura (Y/N) exudes! You two are perfect together!”
  • Your mouth had dropped open, blankly staring at the King and Queen, who were just excitedly giggling to themselves
  • You turned your eyes to Daniel, his eyes narrowed at his parents
  • “You two can’t be serious. How can you force her to get married at such a young age? Shouldn’t she have input in this matter?”
  • You blankly nodded. Marriage? What the hell?
  • You had wanted to get closer to Daniel, but marriage? That was a rest of life thing here, and you were perfectly content with your crush on him; being the Princess would make your life so unbelievably complicated
  • “Oh, well we don’t want you two to get married now, at least finish your college first, we just thought that you should both just be aware of this arrangement,” The King clarified
  • “Still! How can you expect to even want to commit to this now?” Daniel stood up, his hands on the table, as you nodded along
  • You didn’t dare speak out against the King and Queen, so you were thankful at least Daniel was being sane here
  • “Oh, well (Y/N) technically doesn’t have to commit to the marriage now, we just at least want the both of you to give a shot at a relationship and living together. We aren’t letting (Y/N) pass by, she is the first girl we have approved of in the years we have been looking for someone. Don’t take this as a joke, Daniel. You know the legacy of the family name is very important to the establishment of our rule.” The Queen said
  • “Yes, and if it happens that after trying with one another that (Y/N) or you do not feel like this is the best arrangement, then we will not have to continue with the marriage. What we are asking is very reasonable in our opinion; we aren’t forcing anything onto you in the long term. We are just kindly requesting that you will both make an attempt. This is a very serious matter.” The King continued
  • Well, that didn’t sound so bad. You two could just hang out for sometime, and then say that you two just want to remain as friends in the end.
  • You looked at Daniel and shrugged, signaling that this was fine with you
  • Daniel sighed, and nodded at his parents, grabbing your hand and leading you out of the room
  • You forgot sometimes, but Daniel was really a Prince, he really was royalty. For fuck’s sake, he was Prince of the entire country
  • For how down-to-earth he is, you sometimes forgot that you two really had completely different lives.
  • Daniel silently dragged you to a flight of stairs, leading you up to the second floor. You hadn’t been up there since you were like five
  • Happy memories flooded you as you stared down the huge hallways, remembering the old times where you, Daniel and Jisung used to race down the corridors
  • You were caught up in your own thoughts, not noticing that Daniel had led you into a huge bedroom
  • Daniel finally said something
  • Well, it was not really a coherent word
  • More like a primal scream, as he jumped face first onto a humongous bed that looked really fluffy
  • He let out really weird sounds into his pillow, slamming his legs repeatedly into the mattress
  • You walked up to him, poking his shoulder, making Daniel stop and stare at you through half-lidded eyes
  • “Try it, (Y/N). It’s therapeutic.” Daniel said, turning his face back into the white bedsheets, scooting over to make room for you
  • You weren’t even skeptical; you plunged onto the bed, both of you acting like deranged demonic toddlers
  • The both of you, at the moment, had nothing to say to one another – you both were equally taken aback at this sudden news, and for the time being, this was all you two could do
  • After a couple minutes of this… exorcism or whatever it was, your cries of the both of you just turned into tired sighs, once in a while kicking the bed
  • And without realizing it, you just fell asleep in Daniel’s super comfortable bed
  • “Do you want to stay for dinner today? It’s already evening,” Daniel called to you from the other side of the bed, facing away from you
  • He was met with silence, and crawled over to you in response, pulling your hair
  • Still receiving no reaction from you, he peered over your motionless body to see your eyes shut, deeply asleep
  • “That fast? Stupid,” Daniel laughed, about to pinch your nose to stop you from breathing, before his hand stopped in front of your face
  • He looked at you, unable to stop his concerns from popping into his mind
  • Wife? Princess? (Y/N)? We just reunited as friends, and now that has to change?
  • He breathed out, moving his hand back and plopping back on the bed next to you
  • Not that I would mind (Y/N) as the princess, he thought, staring at the back of your head
  • Pretty funny that this is even happening, I used to joke about marrying her when we were kids…
  • Daniel knew that for royal families, marrying someone you truly love is a very rare occurrence, and most marriages are completely arranged
  • I’m lucky enough Mom and Dad are trying to find someone who is more than a business deal, but that would mean (Y/N) would have to be cooped up in the palace for the rest of her life, and live completely in the public’s eye…
  • Daniel deeply sighed and smothered his face in his pillow again, pushing all the thoughts that were consuming him out of his mind
  • Ah whatever, this is so confusing, let’s just forget about all of this now
  • He forgot all about bugging you for dinner, and fell into sleep next to you
  • zzzzzzzzz….
  • You two slept peacefully for around an hour before a sharp noise blared into Daniel’s room
  • “Prince? Miss (Y/L/N)? Dinner is ready. Please come to the dining room,” a voice called through an intercom, waking the both of you up
  • You opened you eyes, and rolled around in the bed, only to come face to face with Daniel
  • You were about to scream, slapping your hand over your mouth, your heart rapidly picking up pace
  • jesus christ could I get a warning here?
  • You stared at Daniel’s face, his teeth gritting together once in a while as he slept – the intercom failed to wake him up
  • I can’t believe this is happening, getting to spend time with him… but marriage? Isn’t that a bit much…
  • You were deep in thought, before the voice from the speakers blared again, asking you two to immediately come down
  • “Daniel, Daniel wake up,” you said, gently shaking him so that he would wake up
  • “Stopppp ittttt,” Daniel whined, pulling the blanket to cover him face
  • You couldn’t help but laugh at his sudden burst of cuteness, seeming like a little kid, making you think of similar situations when you two were younger
  • Jisung and you would always team up and torture Daniel with tickle fights (he was super sensitive) when he was sleeping
  • Without realizing, your hands had slid under the blanket, grabbing Daniel’s torso and evilly giggling before you started violently tickling him
  • “(Y/N)!!!!!! YOU BETTER STOP THIS!!!”
  • “nEVER!!!!” (lmao never) you screamed back at him, before he grabbed you and started tickling you back
  • “wha- NO NO NO NO NO NO NO STOP NO” you gasped, out of breath, as you writhed under his grasp, unable to fight back
  • “HA, take THAT” Daniel yelled, tackling you and flipping you over in bed, pinning both your hands with one arm while tickling you with the other
  • “DANIEL STOP YOU’RE SO FUCKING HEAVY GET OFF ME”
  • “YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT ABOUT THAT BEFORE YOU ATTACKED ME BITCH”
  • “Looks like you two are getting along quite well.” a different voice called out to you, making both you and Daniel freeze in place, you pinned under him, the both of you realizing just how close to one another you two were
  • You both looked up in unison, finding a bodyguard dude at the door with his arms crossed, the King and Queen behind him
  • You and Daniel sprang apart, desperately claiming to all three that it wasn’t what they were thinking, still breathing heavily from the tickling
  • “I knew something was going on; Daniel’s never late for dinner,” the Queen snickered, dragging the King and the bodyguard out of the room, saying that they should “let you two do what you needed”
  • There was no point in arguing with the King and Queen, after all they were the ones who wanted you two to get married
  • You and Daniel stood there in his room, quiet once again, your face heating up in embarrassment
  • You looked up at Daniel, his own eyes darting shyly around the room to avoid your gaze, his own cheeks tinged with a pink blush
  • You two just stood there like the awkward people you are, until your stomach growled, the weird atmosphere between the two of you instantly clearing
  • “Okay, (Y/N), we’ll go eat now, whatever you say,” Daniel said, patting your stomach, making you jerk back in response, still sensitive from the tickle fight but mostly shocked from the sudden contact
  • “Too soon, man, too soon,” you managed to blurt out, kicking him, running out of his room to the dining room, to escape from Daniel
  • Daniel… he still acts like the kid he used to be… but it feels so different now…
  • Do I like him for real?

Part 1, Part 3


A/N: Sorry for that kinda sudden ending, lmao. This was getting kinda long and I wanted to post for y’all :) I guess this AU isn’t wrapping up yet, wanted the progression to be ~natural~ so looks like there will be another part of this, at the least.

Thanks for your patience and sorry for not updating in the past few days! 

Also thanks for 600 followers!

gruntledbananafish  asked:

Hi there! I have a situation and I'm not sure what to do. I just joined a D&D campaign and I'm really enjoying it. However, one of the guys in the campaign made a rape joke in the middle of the session. Everyone kind of ignored it. I don't know the guy super-well so I'm not comfortable talking to him directly, but it really made me feel like shit, especially because I have some personal experiences (which I don't wanna disclose). Should I talk to the DM about this? What do I say?

I can’t tell you what to do, or how to feel in those situations. I can only tell you what I would do.

I would talk to the DM right away, and I wouldn’t apologize for my feelings. This is one of those things that I think is pretty binary: rape jokes aren’t okay, and I don’t want to be around anyone who thinks that they are. If the DM makes excuses or isn’t willing to take your concerns seriously, I would tear my character sheet up right there and leave the group.

The problem isn’t just that this guy thought it was okay to make that joke, but that everyone at the table didn’t have a problem with it. I don’t know how far you want to take it, and what your personal red line is, but I’d talk to the DM first, and then I would ask for a moment at the beginning of the next session to address the group about it.

I would say something like, “I really enjoy this campaign, and I like being part of this group. But the last time we played, I felt really uncomfortable when a rape joke was made at the table, and nobody seemed to have a problem with it. If I’m going to continue to be part of this group, I want you to know that I’m not okay with that. Maybe you don’t know that 1 in 4 women has been sexually assaulted or raped, and maybe you don’t know that when you make those jokes or go along with those jokes, you’re communicating to the women around you that you don’t take it seriously, and that you’re subtly communicating to the men around you that rape and assault isn’t a big deal. Literally every woman I know has been sexually harassed at some point in their lives. More than half have been sexually assaulted, and I know several rape survivors. Rape jokes aren’t funny to me.

“I hope that this was a thing that was just sort of blurted out, that wasn’t considered, that doesn’t reflect your values or who you are. Like I said, I’m having a really good time being part of this campaign, but if this sort of thing is not a problem for you, I can’t be part of this, and I’m ready to leave right now if that’s the case.”

Or something like that. I think you get the gist of what I’m going for. If they minimize your feelings, get up and leave. There will always be other games to play in. If they want to deflect it minimize it, because they’re embarrassed, give them a moment to react, and see if you can engage in dialog about the realities of sexual assault for women.

I always believe that it’s worth making the effort to educate and enlighten someone, but that’s not the only way to deal with these things, but that’s absolutely not your responsibility. Their feelings aren’t your responsibility. What I’m suggesting is that you make it clear that this isn’t funny or acceptable, and that if they think it is, you’re not going to be part of the group. In a perfect world, they’ll sincerely apologize. In a perfect world, they will realize that they hadn’t seriously considered the reality of sexual assault, and they’ll own their actions.

I know that a lot of gamers read this Tumblr, and I know that a lot of women read this Tumblr. Maybe someone else has advice or experience they’d care to share with you.

I’m sorry that you have to deal with this, and I hope that it’s resolved in a way that lets you continue to play in the campaign, and helps these dudes grow a level in humanity.

#95-Matt the Radar Technician

“I know it’s you.”

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You were sitting at the cafeteria table when it happened. You had heard about it from a few rumors a couple of days ago, that you were getting a new assignment. But not any assignment. A new guy.

He walked in, looking around with a confused, lost look on his face. Something about him was familiar. He had large glasses pushed up the bridge of his nose, an angular face, large, pouty lips, thick black eyebrows and curly blonde hair. Some strands of black hair were visible through the blonde locks. He glanced around, surveying the area before saying,

“Hello… I’m Matt. A Radar Technician.”

Oh dear… You thought. That was your cue. ‘Matt’ spotted you, and you walked over to him. Holding out your hand, you puffed your chest, brushing a strand of hair from your forehead as he took your hand.

“Name’s Y/N.”

“Matt.”

“I know that.”

“I’m a Radar Technician.”

“Mhm. Me too. Wonderful.” Scrunching your face, you inspected him. He smiled awkwardly. “Okay, Matt… Now that we’ve got that out of the way, I guess they want me to show you around first. Get the gist of what we do.” Matt nodded, and you breathed out. “Alright then…” Turning around, you lead him out of the cafeteria, walking fast. Quickly pointing out random things, you lead him through a tour of your sector. Explaining what the 'Radar Technicians’ do and such. He seemed pretty interested in it. Almost too interested… But you brushed it off as new worker excitement. He wouldn’t be like this in a week. If he lasted that long…

On the way, you turned to Matt. Noticing that he was staring at you with wide eyes and a dorky smile on his lips. When you looked back, he abruptly looked away as if that would cover his actions. Pressing your lips together, you shook your head slightly and pushed your hands into your pocket.

Matt suddenly caught up to you, and blurted out, “so… what do you think of Kylo Ren?”

“You mean our boss?” You shrugged. “He’s alright. He’s not around a lot, which I guess is a good thing. But when he does come around, remember to… Well… I guess you just have to learn the hard way.”

“What?”

“Uh… Well, he has… Anger management issues. Let’s just say that. Yep. And if you piss him off, sometimes either he’ll force choke you or start wrecking shit with his lightsaber. Shit, you and I have to clean up.” Smiling sarcastically, you pulled your hand from your pocket and patted Matt on the back. You saw a sudden flash of anger in his dark eyes, and you retracted your hand. “Okay then…”

Throughout the day, you lead Matt around, listening to him splurge on information of Kylo Ren, and how he 'admires’ him, and that he deserves more respect for what he’s doing.

Nodding, going along with it, you began to wonder what this guy’s deal was with Kylo… In all retrospects, you hardly knew the guy. But you had been working on the Starkiller Base for a good 3 years by the time this Matt showed up. He wasn’t even done with his first day and he already knew more about Kylo Ren then anyone. Even you, who served directly under the guy.

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When your afternoon break came, you had pretty much had enough of this 'Matt’ guy. He was obnoxious. Nervously, obnoxious. It was like he couldn’t be quiet for 5 seconds let alone the 7 hours of the day you had left.

Of course, they choose my longest day to introduce the new guy…. You think, rubbing your temples.

Walking over to the vending machine, you tied your hair up in a ponytail, punching in the number, and grabbing a bag of chips. When you sat down at the table, Matt was staring intently at you. Something he hadn’t stopped doing since you two met. But he seemed familiar with you…. Too familiar. As if he already knew you somehow….

You began to think about Kylo Ren, and how he never showed his face. You only knew he had black hair from the time that he had taken off his mask when he was walking to his chambers at the end of the day. You didn’t see his face, but you saw enough to know it was him.

Mulling this over, you bit the inside of your cheek. Looking over Matt’s loose blonde hair and the dark black roots, alongside stray black strands that were pulled at the bottom, as well as through the blonde curls.

“So… Matt… Where did you say you came from?”

“I didn’t.”

“Mhm.”

“What did you do before this?”

“You tell me…”

“What?”

“What?” You leaned forward, about to grab his glasses and pull them off, as if that would confirm your suspicion, when your friend, y/f/n came over. Sliding next to you. Ecstatic, she held out her hand to Matt, who shook it hesitantly.

“Y/N. Have you heard?”

“Heard…”

“Apparently, the Resistance has a lead on where Luke Skywalker’s map is located.”

“You’re shitting me.”

“What about Luke Skywalker?” Matt leaned forward.

“You’re the new guy?”

“Yeah…”

“Well, Luke Skywalker-”

“I know who Luke Skywalker is.”

“Jesus-Yeah… Y/N… Can I talk to you alone?”

Pulling you aside, your friend leaned forward, about to say something, when you cut her off. “I think Matt is Kylo Ren.”

At your words, y/f/n stared at you with wide eyes. Glancing behind you at Matt, and then back at you. “Seriously? No way.”

“He knows more about him than I do, or quite frankly, anyone that I’ve ever known. He can’t stop talking about him! Kylo Ren has black hair, and Matt’s hair looks pretty inconsistent regarding it’s supposed to be blonde.”

“There’s no way! That guy’s way too cute to be Kylo Ren.”

“Oh my god…” You groaned, throwing your head back. “You couldn’t be more inappropriate. That’s our boss!”

“You don’t know that…” She winked. Stuttering, you attempted to respond, but just walked away, flustered. You slid back into the seat and crossed your arms. Staring Matt dead in the eyes. You shivered, a coldness washing over you like a blanket. Y/f/n then sat beside you, and you bit your lip.

“I know it’s you.” You pressed forward, looking for a reaction. And boy, did you get one. Matt’s eyes widened, and he laughed nervously.

“Who? My-My name is Matt-”

“You’re Kylo Ren!”

Matt then sat up abruptly, pushing his chair out, and rushing out of the room. You didn’t see him for the rest of the day. Or, at least, you didn’t see Matt.

Walking back to your room, your tired feet dragging on the ground, you noticed Kylo Ren waiting by your door. Instead of a blonde dork, he had his natural black hair flowing around his sharp face, and black clothes wrapped around his muscular shape. Swallowing, you slowed your steps until you stopped right in front of him.

“Hello.” He said, his voice filtered with a certain darkness. Still holding the same nervousness as before, however.

“Hello, Matt the Radar Technician.”

“Look-I’m sorry.” He pressed forward, closing the gap between you. Realizing what he had done, he quickly took a step back and cleared his throat. “I… I wanted to get to know you. I was afraid if you just knew me for Kylo Ren, you’d be too afraid.”

“I’ve never been afraid of you.”

“What?”

“I’ve never really been afraid of you. You didn’t have to go undercover to talk to me.” Clenching your jaw, the tense air between the two made you nearly cringe away. God, you hated awkward silences. But there Kylo was, with his soft, gentle complexion and understanding eyes. Standing in front of you with only the sound of his breaths penetrating the air around you.

When you began to reach out for your door. Kylo suddenly then grabbed your arm, moving you back so that you were pressed underneath him, your back to the cold metal and your breath ragged from the surprise.

What happened was unexpected. From knowing the man with a mask to your encounter with Matt the Radar Technician, you didn’t expect to find yourself leaning into the touch of Kylo Ren, your lips moving against his. But there you were, biting his bottom lip, and wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Standing on your tippy toes to kiss him harder. Running his hands up your back, you breathed out, pulling away and staring into his eyes. Kylo cleared his throat, and then rubbed his hands on his sides.
“I guess… I’ll see you later.”

“Kylo?”

“Yeah?”

“Keep the glasses. They were cute.”

This made him smile, and for the first time, you felt butterflies fill your stomach.

anonymous asked:

please DO elaborate...... 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

From my tododeku hc post:

they’re soft and sweet in their first year, ridiculously hot and heavy in their second, and by third year, they are down right steady and known across UA as being “the strongest powercouple of the generation” (it is kind of embarrassing when people say that but they secretly love it)

Ok, so what I mean by all this is as follows:

First year: In my mind, they wouldn’t start actually dating till their first year is nearly over but ANYWAYS, when they do start dating, it’s really little things like ice cream dates after school. It’s hooking pinkys underneath the lunch table when they sit next to each other and blushing about it. It’s soft hand kisses when they part ways after school to walk home. It’s coming home with the dreamy-ist smiles on their faces. It’s the way todoroki blushes slightly and smiling softly when he talks to Momo about how his date with Deku was. It’s the way Deku’s face lights up when he talks about Todoroki to Iida and Uraraka. It’s holding hands when they think nobody can see. It’s when one catches the other staring at them from across the classroom and they both blush like crazy, Deku hiding his face in his hands. You know, pure and wholesome shit like that

Second year: At this point, they are way comfortable in their relationship and it’s less fluttery nerves and more hormone driven want. I’m basically working off the “horny high school boys” trope bc im so weak for that but you know how it goes. It just starts with them being more open about the fact that their dating and so they’re less nervous about PDA. They hold hands A LOT. They’ll hang off of each other (cue the “Todoroki holding deku by the hips” headcanon). One day in homeroom, they not-so-subtly end up sitting next to each  other even though they know they have assigned seats. Aizawa comes in and looks over the class like he does and he doesn’t say anything but he’s rolling his eyes. So, as you can imagine, this all develops into them being way more touchy than last year. Everyone can tell. Deku brings Todoroki home to meet his mom and have dinner (Deku’s mom is thrilled her son is so happy but that’s all matters for a different post).

 Their kisses evolve to the point where they’re getting at some deeper feeling than before and all they want to do is explore that feeling. Because it feels damn good. So before you know it, they’re stumbling into homeroom a few minutes late with ruffled hair and red faces bc yeah maybe they were making out behind a building and lost track of time, ok? They do stop being late for class but there’s rarely a moment after class that their hands aren’t all over each other.

There’s also the matter of the rival tension that’s inevitably between them. At first Deku is terrified that it’ll wreck their relationship but it sort of does the opposite… they figure out that it’s kind of a turn on…. Cue the sports festival and an avalanche of sexual tension. The entirety of both classes A and B end up having to oggle at it for the whole event because it’s very rare that they are put on the same teams. At nearly every break between events and such, Todoroki has Deku up against a wall kissing him crazy, the adrenaline of the games mixing with the hormonal haze that drives them together like magnets. He does have to let Deku be though as the one on one fights start because he knows how much Deku likes to take analysis notes. Without speculating on year 2 sports festival results, I think I’ll leave this here ^^ 

So, the year rolls on. There’s probably a class trip that’s at least semi-relaxing, maybe?? things get steamy ofc wtf else are class tips for.

 Terushima and other classmates start prying with little shame, asking if they’ve done it yet, had sex. Deku is slightly scandalized. Todoroki just rolls his eyes. Neither of them say so, but yes they have done the deed but just once, at Todoroki’s house one weekend when no one was home. They were under the guise of a train/study weekend, which wasn’t a lie… they just happened to also have sex as well…

so yeah, you get the gist of 2nd year ;)

Third year: By now, most of UA knows they’re boyfriends. At the very least they know that if you get pitted against either one of them for whatever reason, You’re probably fucked and if you were to go against them as a pair, well, you’re really fucked. They’re dead serious about their hero careers. They’re also dead serious about each other. Freshman and their own classmates alike look up to them as #relationshipgoals

They are way less distracted by each other than the previous year, buckling down on studying and training and more studying. They’re still stupidly in love, obviously but it isn’t all shiny, new urges so it’s less “oh my god what is this feeling?? i want more of it right now” and more “God, I can’t wait till this training exercise is over so I can flirt with my boyfriend”

Oh also, they LIVE for bragging about each other, ok. Even to people they already know like, I can imagine Deku getting first place in the sports festival that year and Todoroki doesn’t shut up about it for weeks. Class A turns into that meme of “I love–” “Yes, we know, you love Deku. You are in love with Izuku Midoriya who won the third year Sports Festival competition. you love him, Deku, the next symbol of peace among humanity, we get it…” and it’s beautiful. Deku is the exact same way, btw. Basically I see them walking though halls, holding hands and standing tall and everyone’s heads turn to watch them as they go by :’)

This post is almost 1k words so if you read all of it, i love u. let me know what u think

So this is an old story...

Back from my days as an orchestra student. 

Well, orchestra, music theory, third band-related thing that escapes me now, you get the gist… 

Our highschool was originally a school of the arts (the football team was added a few years after the school was built, and is lauded by the person that added it as one of the biggest mistakes of their career) and had a SUPER decked-out band room. Well, towards the end of my sophomore year (probably a month after they said that they were cutting the music program and letting the music teacher go) the teacher would just let us go into the practice rooms that had keyboards in them and goof around and learn songs on the keyboards. 

A couple of my friends and I shared that class, and we were all decent at music, coming from respective aspects of music before joining the theory class. Thus, we learned the exact setting for the keyboard and key to play (and how long to hold it) to perfectly imitate the dismissal bell. 

Needless to say, this information was then passed to every student in our class. A keyboard played at max volume next to the teacher’s office was spot on, and when everyone gathered near the door at the end of class  to leave for lunch or to go home, someone would just slip into a practice room and play that note. The amount of people who raced out the door before the teacher even processed that it was fake was incredible. 

HELLBENT UPDATE:

Heya everyone, time for some progress updates for the newest video~

We are very close to wrapping up pre-production work.  The animatic to the video is undergoing its final tweaks now.  It’s actually so close to being finalized that we have started actual animation and background production (Just look at sleepy Vivi here, resting up before stuff goes nuts).  I’d say we have about a minute’s worth of BGs and a few tiny scenes with in-progress or mostly done animation in it.

As for me personally, I apologies for being fairly quiet lately.  I am still in the “don’t have a job” camp here but I have been doing some freelance work to make up for it.  As for what it is I am freelancing for, when the stuff I worked on gets released, I’ll let ya’ll know.  I can’t say much right now, but I have a feeling a lot of you know about the series already.

Also, me and @artsyfeathersartsyblog have been discussing the potential of setting up a Patreon.  We’re still tinkering around with what all that would entail. It’d be quite a bit of work but it would be nice for us to have a way to smooth out our production of these videos.

That’s the gist for now though!  We hope to have more to show you before too long!

Thanks for all ya’lls support~

Things NOT to Say to Someone With PTSD/C-PTSD

***TW: Some graphic questions near the end of this post which are specific to CSA survivors are mentioned, please read with caution***

It can only get better from here. Working with someone who has this disorder can take years to even begin the recovery process. As much as it may come from a good place, it is very dismissive to say, especially when someone has opened up to you. 

Isn’t there someone you can see about this? Although this is true, not everyone has access to mental health services. Very few places, even in North America, have free mental health/crisis services that are available to the general public. 

You’ll only re-hash it if you keep talking about it. As much as someone who doesn’t have this disorder may perceive it that way, part of the healing process for both PTSD and C-PTSD is to talk about it. A lot of the times what will happen is, parts of your memory will come back that weren’t there post-trauma and you will want to tell someone you trust (if you’re ready to). That being said, not everyone who has either of these disorders will want to talk about it more than once (or ever).

If you keep getting night terrors/anger outbursts/emotional control issues/etc. you’re letting the perpetrator win!! This one is troubling because that in itself is victim blaming. What you’re saying is, “You’re not allowed to feel this way or have a bad day because of what someone else did.”

That happened so long ago, why does it even matter? Once again, this is a very dismissive thing to say. A lot of things, traumatic or not, happened a long time ago but still feel like they happened yesterday; this goes for just about everyone that I know. Reminiscing about a time when you were at your first school dance? Perhaps it was a fond memory that meant a lot to you. “Well why does it matter?” - Now you may be able to get the gist of why it’s insulting. 

Everyone has a story. Everyone has their own stuff going on. Okay. Yes, that is true. Every single human being on this planet has at some point been hurt, has their on b.s. or drama occurring. That’s not the point though. As much as I sound like a broken record, this.is.dismissive. Furthermore it erases the fact that the sufferer has been through something and chose to tell you in confidence. 

Your sickness doesn’t define you. Of course this is yet another thing that a lot of people will say when they don’t know what else to say. Let’s be real; we know that PTSD/C-PTSD doesn’t define the person with it, however, they do have to live and cope with it to the best of their abilities. No one will be functioning at 100% when they have to deal with that.

It could have been worse/there are those way worse off than you. I beg your pardon? A veteran’s trauma versus a natural disaster trauma should not be counted in oppression points. Fact of the matter is, the individual has PTSD/C-PTSD. It isn’t anybody’s business how you ended up with the disorder, let alone who has it worse

You need to forgive and forget the person/incident/event. It is not up to anyone but the person with the disorder to decide if they forgive the person that hurt them. Let alone forget them. 

You’re not pure/you’re damaged goods/you’re tainted because of what happened. If this is the case, perhaps you should re-evaluate your values as a person if you’re throwing someone under the bus for living through something traumatic. Also, I can’t even fathom what a lack of humanity one would have to say that to someone, especially a CSA survivor. Would you tell a soldier he/she/they were bad or dirty for being in combat? Would you tell a little girl under 12 years old that she’s “asking for it”? Didn’t think so. 

I mean…didn’t you enjoy it in some sort of way? That’s just our biology right? No. It was traumatic. Just because you somehow got along with the person who was the perpetrator does not mean that it is the victim/survivor’s fault. Chances are, if it was a traumatic event (especially when it’s a recurring thing) then it was not enjoyable. Not even a little bit.

Try to forget about it/Let go of it, it doesn’t exist anymore. It’s as if a lot of these well-meaning individuals seem to forget that PTSD/C-PTSD sufferers actually have awareness. Please note that some individuals are still living with the people or things that have caused this trauma. It’s one thing to know it doesn’t exist anymore, but it’s another when someone else is saying it to you as if you aren’t capable of thinking that thought already.

Why didn’t you talk about it when it happened? OR the alternative - Why has it taken you so long to talk about it? Very similar to victim-blaming; the questions have not-so-hidden implications that you’re lying about it. Perhaps it’s due to the fact that it’s not exactly social conversation to have - would you ring up your friends and talk about something traumatic that would make everyone uncomfortable? 

My friend went through something like that. They turned out fine, you will too!! That’s great and all, however, each trauma is different. It’s great to bounce back from PTSD/C-PTSD (or ANY mental health issue for that matter), but how does one know that their friend isn’t over it? A lot of people still suffer with any range of mental illness that appear to be “over it”.

Quit using PTSD/C-PTSD as an excuse. I think it’s safe to say that we’re at a point in time where a large majority of us acknowledge that there is being a not-so-pleasant individual, and then there’s having a mental illness. These are not mutually exclusive.