you have to accept the fact that maybe god doesn't love you

Trimberly James Bond AU BECAUSE OF THIS BEAUTIFUL IMAGE (by @smallandsundry


The man goes down quickly, a clean shot to the center to his forehead, forcing the woman behind him to step out of the way to avoid his falling body; she doesn’t scream or shout or make any noise of distress, which is refreshing, but when she glances back up, she looks anything but pleased.

“You have got to be joking.”

Kim holsters her weapon and smooths down her suit, but the grin spreads across her face before she’s completed either action — even, in fact, before the man’s body hits the floor.

“Hello, darling! Isn’t this a pleasant surprise?”

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Who else dad is weird like this 🙄
  • *in another world at another time*
  • Me: *gets text*
  • Dad: Hey, who's my favorite daughter?
  • Me: Dad?
  • Dad: Hey there, dear. 😉
  • Me: DAD WTF YOU'RE ALIVE.
  • Dad: Last time I checked I was. 😂
  • Me: *out loud* Oh my god!
  • Roommate: Please stop screaming, I'm in a very intense debate about the merits of socialism with an online friend, and I can't concentrate with you making such a racket.
  • Me: Socialism? Aren't you incredibly rich and vain?
  • Roommate: I'm a Trotskyist, you fool.
  • Me: Who cares! My dad's alive!
  • Roommate: I wasn't aware that your dad was dead?
  • Me: Neither was I. I thought he had just abandoned me and my mom all those years ago. I have quite a story about it. When I was about 14, my dad took me on a road trip to go to IHOP for a delicious breakfast. After we had finished, he got up to use the bathroom and never returned. He left me stranded in a strange IHOP two states over.
  • Roommate: You traveled two states away to go to an IHOP?
  • Me: I mean, it was a road trip.
  • Roommate: How do you know it's your dad?
  • Me: Check my phone, it says dad right there. Of course he's my dad.
  • Roommate: It could be anyone.
  • Me: There's no one else in my contacts with the name dad, other than my dad, ya goober. In fact, with every new phone I've gotten I always added his old phone number to the contacts in case of a moment just like this.
  • Roommate: Even still, don't you think it's suspicious that your father is contacting you via text nearly a decade after he abandoned you?
  • Me: No.
  • Roommate: Not even a bit?
  • Me: No. *buzz* Oh, he texted me again!
  • Dad: Hey, who's my favorite daughter?
  • Me: Me, of course! 😘
  • Dad: No.
  • Me: What?
  • Dad: You're my fifth favorite daughter.
  • Me: I don't understand.
  • Dad: I have six daughters and you're my fifth favorite one. The sixth one died in a scuba diving accident.
  • Me: So I'm your least favorite daughter?
  • Dad: No, don't think of it like that! You're not my least favorite daughter, you're just my least favorite LIVING daughter. 😉
  • Me: That doesn't make me feel better.
  • Dad: Ah, it doesn't matter. You remember me, your dad, the big wacky goofball! 😝
  • Me: I remember you trading my bicycle for coke.
  • Dad: It's a thing of the past, my daughter who I love the least. I don't want to worry about the past, let's meet up and discuss the future.
  • Me: OMG You want to meet up? Where?
  • Dad: IHOP, for old time's sake, but this time let's make it the one in town.
  • Me: *out loud* Oh my god, I'm meeting up with my dad!
  • Roommate: I'm right here, you don't have to yell.
  • Me: I'm so excited. I'm reconnecting with my father. Most girls can only dream of this moment.
  • Roommate: He honestly sounds like a terrible person.
  • Me: People change.
  • Roommate: Yeah, sometimes they become worse.
  • Me: You're just overly pessimistic because you're a goth and also a Trotskyist.
  • Roommate: Eh, I can't deny it.
  • *later at IHOP*
  • Me: *waiting at table* I can't wait to see my dad again. I wonder what he looks like. I bet he's a businessman now. Oh, or maybe he's a priest. *notices commotion at the front of the store* Hmm?
  • Waitress: Sir, please wait to be seated.
  • Disheveled Dude: I'm meeting up with someone, you flighty broad. There's not much time. Get out of my way.
  • Me: *internally* At least that guy isn't my dad.
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh, there she is. *runs and sits at my table* Oh my god, is that my little girl. You've grown up so much. You look way too much like your mom. It's bringing back some really bad memories. I'm sorta regretting. Just joking. Hahaha. WHERE THE FUCK IS OUR WAITRESS, I'M TRYING TO EAT HERE!?
  • Me: What a coincidence it is that the horrible man making a scene at the front of the restaurant is my dad...
  • Disheveled Dude: What's with the distant look on your face? You're acting like you saw a ghost. Haha, maybe you do think I'm a ghost. Hey, sorry about leaving you at the IHOP all those years ago. Kinda got bored of the whole dad thing. JESUS CHRIST, CAN YOU GUYS FUCKING HURRY UP AND GET US A WAITRESS. F-Fuck. *wipes sweat off forehead*
  • Me: Dad?
  • Disheveled Dude: WHAT!?
  • Me: *jumps in seat*
  • Disheveled Dude: Sorry, I've been really on edge recently. *nervously looks over shoulder* Where the fuck are these waitresses?
  • Me: Dad... *gets teary eyed*
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh god, are you gonna start crying on me.
  • Me: *sniffles* I'm sorry, I just missed you so much.
  • Disheveled Dude: Yeah, yeah, I missed you too. Time to move onto the next thing. Inheritance. Uh, I'm gonna die eventually, so you can have all of my money. *put suitcase stuffed with cash on the table and pushes it towards me* You can just have it now, for all I care. I mean, you never know when I'm gonna die.
  • Me: Dad, I don't want your money. I just want to spend time with you.
  • Disheveled Dude: Well, you can spend all the time in the world with me once you accept the fat wads of cash in this suitcase. I just need you to say verbally that you're accepting this money from me as a legitimate form of inheritance.
  • Me: Dad, please. I just want to talk to you.
  • Disheveled Dude: Come on and take the fucking cash, Elizabeth.
  • Me: My name's not Elizabeth.
  • Disheveled Dude: Okay, whatever. Take the money and clearly dictate that you are accepting the entirety of this money as a legitimate form of inheritance from your loving father. You can use it for college, you're college aged right. Or prenatal care. I don't fucking know. What shitty kid doesn't want FREE FUCKING MONEY!?
  • Me: *stands up from seat* Dad! You're the worst ever! I hate you! *runs out of IHOP sobbing*
  • Disheveled Dude: Fuck, I knew that wasn't going to work. *notices how dark it is outside* It's almost here. I wasted so much goddamn time. I'm never going to get rid of this thing. FUCK!
  • Waitress: *nervously* I can help you now, sir.
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh, so now you show up. I'm not so hungry now. In fact, I've lost my entire damn appetite.
  • Waitress: I'm sorry, sir. It's all my fault. I'm so sorry.
  • Disheveled Dude: Which one of those cars outside is yours?
  • Waitress: The red one.
  • Disheveled Dude: That broken down piece of shit?
  • Waitress: Yes.
  • Disheveled Dude: Guess, there's no other choice. It'll have to do. Give me your fucking keys.
  • Waitress: What?
  • Disheveled Dude: *points gun at waiter* GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING KEYS!
  • Waitress: *drops keys on the table*
  • Disheveled Dude: *tosses wads of cash at the waitress* That's easily $200,000. Go buy yourself a better car. You might want to make it quick. *runs out of IHOP*
  • Waitress: *watches disheveled dude speed off* Why is it so dark outside and where did everyone go? I guess it doesn't matter now, though. $200,000. That's a lot of money. I wonder what I'm gonna do with all this? I'm so excited that I'm lightheaded. The future is so bright now.
  • Wall of Darkness: *encroaches*

bunny-fae  asked:

For the sexting prompt thing: Derek is away at college and Stiles misses him and hes been talking about his lab partner Matthew a bit too much, and Stiles doesn't mean to be bitter, but he is so he sends him a very well thought picture of him sprawled out hair messed up and says I miss you wrecking me like this, and by Derek's immediate phone call after and his voice breathing "Holy fuck, it's not too late, I can drive home," through the phone, Stiles is silently thanking the jealousy monster

FAITH!!!!!!!!!!!! I’M SO GLAD YOU SENT ME SOME PROMPTS! I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE THIS! (I HAD TO REFRAIN FROM REFERRING TO MATTHEW AS CARAMEL GOD) (also on ao3!)

When all of the younger members of the pack, save for Isaac who had to repeat his senior year, started their first year of college, Derek decided to finally go back to school.

A few years after dropping out of high school in the wake of his family’s horribly tragic demise, while he and Laura were still living in New York, he had gotten his GED. But he did have the motivation nor the emotional strength to actually attend college, not even online.

Now though, with most of the pack going away to college to better themselves and build up a foundation for their future, he finally found it in himself to enroll in college himself. And the pack couldn’t have been more supportive or proud of him. Especially Stiles.

Shortly after Stiles’ eighteenth birthday and a pixie attack that had occurred the same day, the two of them had begun dating to the surprise of absolutely no one. Stiles’ father had shocked him by striding over to Derek after they announced the good news to the pack and, rather than start interrogating Derek about his intentions, pulled the alpha into a tight hug.

Though Derek had confessed later that the Sheriff may or may not have whispered something into his ear about how much knowledge he possessed concerning the disposal of dead bodies. Stiles had laughed for fifteen minutes straight after hearing that little tidbit of information.

They had been dating for a little less than a full year when college applications were sent in, Derek’s application letters joining those of the other pack members. Derek would forever cherish the pride and unabashed love he had seen in Stiles’ eyes when he announced that he was thinking about going to college.

Only a few short weeks later, their acceptance letters had arrived and Derek had informed everyone that he would officially be attending Stanford University in the fall. The rest of the pack had been quick to congratulate him and announce what colleges they would be attending.

Both Boyd and Erica had been accepted into Berkeley, Boyd for business and Erica for Women and Gender’s Studies, neither of them willing to be apart from each other. They would be living together off campus in a nice apartment overlooking the bay, both of them promising to come to town on holidays and breaks.

Allison would be attending Stanford with Derek, though she would be going for her law degree, still debating over what kind of law she would like to go into. And Kira would be returning to New York City to attend NYU in pursuit of a double majoring in education and Japanese studies, wanting to learn more about her culture and history.

That left Scott and Stiles both attending Beacon County Community College.

Scott had never been the best student but he was intent on becoming a veterinarian, Deaton already promising him a position at the vet clinic when he got his degree. He was more than happy to stay in town, especially since he and Isaac were officially a couple.

On the other hand, Stiles hated the fact that he was still stuck in Beacon Hills, not that he had anything but love for his cozy little hometown. As someone who had been an overachiever since birth, his inability to get into any other college had been nothing short than devastating.

His spotless GPA had been irrevocably tainted by his lack of attendance and completed schoolwork when he was dealing with being possessed by the Nogitsune. No amount of extra credit could spare him from his perfect academic record being tarnished.

But he refused to let anyone know how ashamed and disheartened he was by the entire situation, instead throwing himself headfirst into school and work. He had already worked out a foolproof plan detailing how he could transfer to Stanford after he obtained his Associate’s degree from the community college. Derek had already promised him that they could get an apartment together, maybe even a cat. But until then, Stiles would have to suffer through two years of community college and only seeing Derek on the weekends.

It wouldn’t have been so hard if he wasn’t so god damn jealous of Derek’s lab partner.

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Title: I Love Sunshine

Summary: She’s 19 when she looks at Naruto and sees the sun.

Pairing: NaruSaku

Dedicated to: @21tailsofwoe & @usratonkachi


It doesn’t happen as quickly as she thinks. No. There’s a steady build to what she feels for him now. Something that came along with mutual trust and respect and growth. Years ago, she never thought it would end up like this. Years of knowing his feelings, years of maturing into to the woman she is now, years of recognizing that some feelings should be let go and others should be welcomed in her heart.

True, some part of her will hold onto Sasuke much like some part of Hinata will hold onto Naruto, but letting go of long love is growth. Healthy, in some cases. And she accepts it with the grace Lady Tsunade instilled in her over the years. Hinata is equally, if not more, graceful in accepting Naruto’s gentle rejection.

So, yes. Sasuke will have a place in her heart, but it’s smaller, more subtle. Less romantic and more platonic. They have a friendship to rebuild when he does eventually return to the village. Until then, she connects deeply with her teammates. Sai is much more social although his jokes could use some work. Yamato is still an amazing senpai. She has nothing but good faith in Kakashi now that he’s in the highest of roles.

But with Naruto, it’s different. 

Sparring with him is always fun and he treats her as his equal, but still freaks out when he hurts her. Grabbing lunch or dinner is another matter altogether. She gapes at him when he says he doesn't want ramen the first time. When that happened, she stopped everything to give him a check-up. But no, he check’s out fine. Sakura lets him pay sometimes, forces him to let her pay sometimes, and they split the bill for dessert. 

Evenings like that end with him walking her home or to the hospital. Most times, he shows up to walk her home from the hospital no matter how late or early it is. It’s crazy, really. These are normal activities between friends and yet, her heart skips a beat when he throws his head mid-laugh or when he scratches his cheek sheepishly. 

But it’s not until he looks at her, smile large and far more beautiful than she’s seen in years, after their spar at Ground 3 that Sakura really accepts that something’s changed between them, that she has to acknowledge the spark.

(She’s 19 when she looks at Naruto and sees the sun.)

Sakura recalls her confession three years previous. She remembers the anger, the hurt, and it leaves something bitter on her tongue. Really, she wanted to keep Naruto safe but miscalculated how he would react.

Still, above all else, they remain as close as can be. He remains as relaxed as ever around her and she smiles more, smiles easy.

“You’ve been really quiet this entire time, Sakura-chan. Is something wrong?”  

Sakura sighs from her position sprawled on the ground in a sloppy fashion. The summer sun has been brighter, the heat far more annoying. She picks at her clothes, grimacing at the gross sound they make against her abdomen when she lets go.

“Just a lot on my mind lately, Naruto.”

And then suddenly his face is directly over hers. She doesn’t freak out or anything. It’s just one of Naruto’s quirks when someone he cares about seems upset or whatnot.

“Wanna’ talk about it?”

“Hmm, no.” She closes her eyes, but Naruto isn’t so easily swayed. She feels her hair being tugged. “My hair is gross, Naruto. You shouldn’t touch it.” Sakura wouldn’t even run her hands through her own hair in its current state.

“Sakura-chan.” There’s no pout when she opens her eyes again. No whine. He looks concerned.

And isn’t that just like him?

“Yes?”

“Today hasn’t been the first time you’ve been like this. It’s been happening for a few weeks now. I didn’t want to say anything because you didn’t say anything, but you were distracted to the point of this,” he pauses to reach forward and tap her exposed, bruised collarbone, “nearly breaking.”

He did, in fact, land a powerful blow, but it only bruised her. She raises a green glowing hand, heals the bruises, and lets it flop back to the ground.

“There.” She closes her eyes again. “Happy?”

“Are you thinking about the asshole?”

Sakura feels herself grin. Naruto’s and Sasuke’s relationship is filled with ‘affectionate’ nicknames - but that’s beside the point.

“Nope.” The ‘p’ ending with a popping sound.

“Really?”

She sighs. With a dramatic roll, Sakura’s on her stomach with her head pillowed on her crossed arms but tilted to look up at Naruto. Green eyes gaze into conflicted blue eyes. “Don’t get me wrong, Naruto. I hope he is well. I hope he is learning to forgive himself. We should be getting a letter from him any day now.”

“Do you miss him?”

“Yup.” Once again, she pops the ‘p.’

“Oh.That’s good.”

Sakura lifts her head. “Naruto, what is this about?”

He shrugs. “Just thought you missed him a lot more.”

“I miss him as much as you do. He promised we’d start working on our relationship when he gets.” God, she hates that look on his face. “Friendship, Naruto. Neither of us is looking to go beyond that.”

“You love him.”

“I do,” Sakura agrees. “But it’s not the type of love you’re thinking about. It’s not romantic. Hasn’t been like that for a while.”

“Oh.”

She props her head up by her hands. “Where are you going with this, Naruto?” Their faces are maybe half a foot apart, both heads propped up by hands.

“Wha - Nothing!” He replies immediately. “I was just curious, I swear! I’m just concerned about you because you’ve quiet a lot lately and it makes me worry about you and - ”

Sakura cuts him off with a poke to his cheek. “I’m okay. I promise.” She holds out her pinky. Naruto narrows his eyes, tilts his head to analyze her face, before breaking out into a wide smile. It’s beautiful. He’s completely relaxed now. He takes her pinky.

Oh, she thinks. 

Sakura is 19-years-old when she looks at Naruto like he’s her sunshine after a rainy day.

I’m in love with you.

Naruto’s face falters, his eyes going wide. He pulls his pinky away from her. “W-What did you just say?”

“I said that out loud?” She asks herself more than him, hand falling to the ground gently when he lets go. “Listen,” she might as well get it over with at this point and see where their friendship goes, “you’re not a rebound of feelings that weren’t accepted. I just didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship. What we have now is fantastic. I’m happy.”

“How long?” It’s not asked in a demanding tone or even curiosity. She doesn’t know how to describe his tone.

“Maybe it’s the first day you decided to walk me home from the hospital and gave me your jacket when I was cold? Maybe it’s when you promised to never go easy on me when we spar and you keep it? Maybe it’s when I invited you over to my parent’s place for dinner and you made my dad laugh so hard he cried? I don’t know, Naruto. Does the beginning really even matter?”

But the smile returns to Naruto’s face, only smaller. Sweeter. “Maybe not to you, but I remember the day I fell in love with you.” He reaches forward and playfully yanks on her hair. “When I woke up in the Forest of Death and saw this was cut.”

“Naruto…”

“I’ve always had a crush on you and I think you knew about it,” Sakura nods, “but I had hoped, you know, that one day you’d maybe feel the same way about me. I guess dreams really do come true.”

“Becoming Hokage is your dream.”

He tugs her hair again, laughing. “Sakura-chan is silly sometimes. I can have multiple dreams.”

“Yeah?” She’s smiling.

“Yeah.”

They stare at each, faces much closer before, and then burst into laughter. Sakura’s face collapses on her quickly folded arms and Naruto rolls to his side, still laughing.

“Dork~!” Sakura laughs happily into her arms.

Naruto hand touches hers and she tilts her head to look at him. “Your dork?” 

He’s all bright eyes and soft smile and she nods. “Yeah.”

“So…can I count all the times we ate dinner together as dates?”

“I think we’re beyond that, Naruto.” His confused look is cute. “I already brought you home to meet my parents.”

“Does that mean I can kiss you?” It’s sneaky, but she doesn’t care.

She only nods. His free hand cups the back of her head gently before guiding her into a sweet, modest kiss that lasts for all of five seconds - dry lips, sweaty skin - and then he’s pulling away with an anxious look. Sakura licks her lips unconsciously, eyes closed. 

“I think you can do better than that.”

“Wha - Sakura-chan! It’s not like I practiced!”

“Looks like you’ll get the oppotunity now~”

(They marry two years later, have five kids, Sasuke is forced volunteers to watch the kids on date nights, and everyone lives happily ever after.)

~The End~

If We Were A Movie (Seventeen Preference)
  • AN: this was probably one of the best requests of all time, I felt so so inspired by it and I hope you guys like it to. I'm seriously thinking about turning this into a whole serious, where each of these is a boy x reader oneshot so pls lemme know what you think of that idea? <3
  • S.Coups/Seungcheol: The Classic High School AU
  • We all know that our boy Coups would slay as the classic high school heart throb. Nobody would fit the part better than him. He is the meaning of after school football practices and making cheerleaders' panties drop with a wink and a smile. He also has the heart and the smarts underneath his muscles and good looks to bring dimension to his movie character that would surprise the protagonist in the best way and make you fall in love. (I mean, who wouldn't fall in love with him, anyway?) Not only does his character fit seamlessly into this AU/genre, but he embodies the genre itself. The cheesy romance bits of the plot, the corny jokes, and the underlying message to never give up on your dreams that always acts like a big brother to the viewing teens, just like Seungcheol does. He is the classic high school movie - a perfect way to settle into the movie marathon.
  • Jeonghan: Pre-Millennial Crime Thriller
  • That sounds like a very complicated title, but our Jeonghan is a very complicated and beautiful man. At first I wanted to call this one "1920's Mob Film", but I felt that was far too narrow. Mostly because crime dramas set in the 1960's and 70's are becoming very popular and Jeonghan fits that style very well along with the 1920's. So I believe this beauty would fit perfectly into any crime or mob movie set before the turn of the millennium. Mainly during the 1920's, 30's, or the 50's and 60's. His hair was just meant to be tucked neatly under a fedora and paired with a sharp suit that would have all his enemies shaking in their boots the moment they saw him coming. Because yes, he does have that beautiful, angelic face, but I feel that's what would make him the perfect crime boss. He would be the devil hiding in the angel's armour. Nobody would expect it from him until just a few moments before their tragic death. Slowly, over time, they would learn to fear this beautiful man, understand that this was his town and this angel was playing God not because he deserved it, but because he wanted it. I just feel like he's the human embodiment of soft music box music playing in the background of a murder scene during a movie like this, and I love it.
  • Joshua/Jisoo: Zombie Apocalypse
  • Joshua would be the Glenn of a Seventeen zombie apocalypse. (And because Glenn is my all time favourite character of everything I paired little Jisoo with the genre.) He'd be the good guy who survives strictly because he is good to others, and somehow manages to maintain his purity and morality even when the world goes to shit. That would be the best thing about him. He'd believe that others are still good and he'd high uphold the belief that no one should get left behind. He would be the guy who would often almost get killed trying to save other people. He wouldn't actually have many apocalypse survival skills, but his kind nature would find him with people to save his ass over and over again, no matter what trouble they had to go through doing so. Most would think that a badass type of person would embody the zombie genre, but I really think someone like Jisoo is it. He has the heart warming arch of the story, the loveable characters (you know, the ones you really, really don't want to die but probably get treated like shit anyway), and somewhere deep inside him he probably has the really dark parts that any good zombie movie has. But really he's probably more of a zombie comedy like Zombieland or Dead Before Dawn.
  • Jun: Vampire
  • Jun being the vampire genre is about as certain as the sun rising in the morning. He's a vampire through and through. But I believe he's his own breed of vampire. Not a classic, brooding dark creature of the night like Dracula, or a modern emotional sparkly lover like Edward, but a mix of sexual, adorable, funny, sassy, and something still very human that would make his vampire easily a romantic comedy or teen movie. He'd be the type to go around telling people he's a vampire, almost trying to scare them, and no one would believe him because he just doesn't seem like the type. And he'd drink blood out of those girly reusable athletic cups with straws in public, with no one actually knowing it's blood. He would be a lot like the vampires from My Babysitter's A Vampire, but with a twist of sexuality, and something a little more brooding. Because deep down he has realized his curse - being stuck between death and life for an eternity and having to kill to stay strong - and accepted it. He would just be the perfect main character, as well as the fact that he just embodies every aspect of every kind of vampire that has been portrayed on screen before.
  • Hoshi/Soonyoung: Summer Adventure/Feel Good Flick
  • Some of my all time favourite kinds of movies are the feel good summer movies about teens going on adventures and making some kind of growing leap or major character development over that summer. Like Now and Then, Whip It, The Sandlot, or the Goonies (which yes, I know that one was set in the fall). I feel like the spirit of these kind of movies also embodies a lot of music videos, like SHINee's View, which I really love. Hoshi himself is perfect for this kind of movie because he is a feel good summer adventure in human form. He's all the happiness and bright parts, all the interesting dips and turns in the plot that really keep the movie going. He's all the road trips, all the eating snacks out of crappy gas stations, sleepovers in rickety tree houses, bon fires on the beach, the best kind of montages to a great summer song (maybe Adore U?). Overall he's just a happy, bright little puppy that makes you feel really happy and bright like a great summer vacation and a great summer movie.
  • Wonwoo: Werewolf
  • As much as Wonwoo could be the ultimate emo vampire as well, I believe that his darkness can be channeled into hairy beast of the full moon. I was torn between him and Coups for this genre, but ultimately moody with a touch of puppy cuteness won out over heartthrob. I also feel that he has the mature side of a werewolf thriller or romance, and the silly side for when the genre is targeted toward a younger audience, like the show Teen Wolf (which I love, all time fav). And I mean he's just dreamy, and doesn't everybody have some weird werewolf kinky deep down?
  • Woozi/Jihoon: Magical Fantasy Land
  • My first thought with this one is Harry Potter. Woozi would be the perfect little pastel unicorn prince, slaying enemies with spells and making them bow down just with his cuteness alone. Even if it wasn't specifically Harry Potter, maybe it would be an Alice in Wonderland or Narnia, any magical fantasy would fit his personality and looks perfectly. The adorable shell with a serious, take charge and save the world undertone would belong there and make him the leader of the group or in any position of royalty if there was one - especially if there was some kind of magical "chosen one", he'd be it. Him just generally being ethereal, wise, and talented embodies this genre and if he was in a movie like this I'd watch it over and over again.
  • DK/Seokmin: Superhero Standby
  • There's nothing better than a good, classic superhero movie. Even the ones that are being made and coming out in 2015 seem to have all the classic elements to them, and that's what makes them so easy to love. Just like DK - he's a very classic kind of guy. Classic looks, classic humor, appears very easy going and easy to be around. That's why he would fit perfectly into the world of any classic DC or Marvel superhero (personally I'd go for DC, but that's just my preference). He could slip seamlessly into the role of ordinary citizen by day, and tall, handsome, muscled city saviour by night. His hero would be charismatic, loved by all, and not only treat the citizens as victims, but as everyday people that he loved and cared for. And if we really wanted to stir things up in this genre, DK wouldn't be the hero - he could be the shy, polite damsel in distress to our heroic female protagonist. Either way, Seokmin as a person has all the qualities of this genre - the humor, the drama, the energy, and the overall childish glamour that draws us all to loving superheroes and their adventures.
  • Mingyu: Low Budget Indie/Grunge Film
  • This is a very specific style of film-making, rather than a genre, that Mingyu (especially with his gorgeous silver hair) would fit into so brilliantly. There is a bit of cross-over between this and feel good summer movies, with movies like The Kings of Summer or Moonrise Kingdom, but the more unique thing I find about this genre is that the subject matter of these movies (mostly) is a lot darker. Usually of the nature of drug use and sex and abusive relationships. And what would our happy little Mingyu have to do with movies like this? It's really more about his aesthetic. Movies like this are all about aesthetic - there's entirely blogs dedicated to grunge, and a lot of movie screen caps end up on there - and his looks fit in perfectly. The sharply chiseled jaw, dark, smoky eyes, built form, and most of all, the silvery hair that really says grunge king. That and in my opinion, in the setting of one of these movies, he could turn on a dime from happy-go-lucky into the mystery, badass, soul punk that the story calls for. With an outfit change he could slip right into the world of a movie like How I Live Now, Hick, The Basketball Diaries, or a show like Freaks and Geeks.
  • The8/Minghao: Something Supernatural
  • One of the genres I definitely wanted to use was a supernatural one. Seemingly ordinary people having extraordinary powers (like the movie Push), demons and angels living in the suburbs, basically anything that would be the everyday plot of an anime. In this world, Minghao would be perfect in the role of the protagonist's best friend, the one who undoubtedly panics when he finds out what's really lurking in his world. But the protagonist would have nowhere else to go, no one else to turn to, possibly running from the government because of your abnormality, and you knew that Minghao would have your back. So you told him, disclosed to him all the freaky shit that goes on just under his nose, and at first he'd freak out. He'd deny it, he wouldn't really be able to cope. But then his heart would be right there in it. He would protect you no matter what, until his dying breath, doing anything to make sure you were safe. He would be the air of lightness, innocence, and maybe even comic relief that this genre needs.
  • Seungkwan and Vernon: Buddy Cop Movie
  • I know it might seem a little cheap to have two of them under the same genre, but you can't tell me these two wouldn't be the perfect pair of buddy cops. Just like Starsky and Hutch or the girls from The Heat, they'd have the perfect combination of bickering and die hard friendship to make their movie interesting and heartwarming. Seungkwan would be the paper work minded, rule driven, uptight cop that would be 100% about justice and putting the bad guy away, but doing it right. He would probably have some cheesy sap story from when he was a child about why he wanted to join the force in the first place that Vernon would brush off, but it would really get him in the gut. Vernon himself would be more of a dirty cop. He'd have more of a skewed idea of justice, but he'd get his bad guy no matter what it took. He would also be one to make jokes and ignore his paper work and this would bug the hell out of Seungkwan to no end. Together they would be the perfect cops, always get their man (or woman), and have a few laughs along the way. (Personally I would kill for this movie but that's just me.)
  • Dino/Chan: A Chosen One Story
  • This is the Divergent, Maze Runner, or maybe even Hunger Games type of story. Even though stories like this can vary drastically in their setting and details of plot, they usually do have a lot of aspects in common. Dino has all the traits of a protagonist in this kind of story; being young and uncertain, but having a great, strong heart and likely being able to overcome whatever is thrown at him with a smile. Even if he himself wasn't the Chosen One, he would make a great supporting character/best friend to the protagonist. I'm not really sure how else to go about explaining this, but Chan would be such a great character in a movie or even a series like this.

anonymous asked:

I'm sick of people trying to make Jake Peralta bisexual. He's only ever dated girls, and any line that suggests that he might be interested in men is a throwaway line! It doesn't mean anything! Everyone gets so excited about those lines and I don't understand it because why would you want Jake to be bi anyway? It wouldn't add anything to the story or his character.

Wow. Okay. I’ve been staring at this ask for hours, to be honest. At first I wasn’t going to respond, but this just bothered me so much that I can’t help myself. I suppose that’s what you wanted, though. You sent this ask to me to piss me off, right? To get a rise out of me? Well, congratulations, asshole. I’m pissed off.

I’m not “trying to make Jake Peralta bisexual,” I am looking at this character, who’s sexuality has not been explicitly stated and thinking, “it’s possible he could be bi.” I’m not ignoring an explicitly stated sexuality for my own head canons here. Yes, he’s dated women, and is currently dating a woman, but that doesn’t automatically make a man straight. Bisexuality is the attraction to two or more genders.

You argue that any line that might hint at Jake Peralta being bisexual is a throwaway, and therefore, doesn’t mean anything. You’re not wrong about them being throwaways, but you are wrong about them being meaningless. Jake has plenty throwaway lines and jokes about all kinds of things. This is a god damn comedy show. At the end of “Unsolvable” in season 1, Jake says, “I hate myself right now.” It’s a throwaway line, and it’s delivered in a joking tone, but it sure as hell isn’t without meaning. 

But, honestly, I’m well aware that the chances of Jake being confirmed bisexual are slim, which is actually why I get so excited about those jokes. They’re all I have to go on. I’m not going to speak for everyone who head canons Jake Peralta as bisexual, but I can tell you that the reason I get excited about lines that hint at Jake being bi because I’m bi. I love the character of Jake Peralta, and I relate to him  a lot. For me, Jake Peralta being confirmed bisexual would be amazing. I would probably cry. He’s is the protagonist of a pretty mainstream sitcom, not to mention a character I adore. His being confirmed bisexual would be huge. But for now, all I have are a few throwaway lines to cling to.

Now, I have a question for you. Would Jake being straight add to his character or the story? What evidence to you have that Jake is actually straight and not bi, besides the fact that he dates women, which I’ve already explained doesn’t mean anything.

Every character in media is assumed straight unless proven otherwise. You don’t have to wait for a character to say that they’re straight, or read into jokes or off handed comments. You could watch Brooklyn Nine Nine and assume that every character except for Holt and Kevin is straight, even though none of the other characters’ sexualities have been explicitly stated. You don’t need to have reasons to argue that the characters are straight, but I have to have all kinds of evidence that Jake might, maybe, possibly be bisexual. I have to prove that a character being bi wouldn’t negatively affect the story. I have to list out all the quotes that suggest it. I had to write out this whole long fucking essay about it.

 And, to answer your question, Jake being bi would add to his character, if it was done well. It would add a whole new layer to his obsession with macho man type action heroes (John McLane, the characters in The Squad, etc.) because it’s not just about being badass, it’s about being what society deems “manly,” which would be something he as a queer man would struggle with. It would add something to his dynamic with Holt, because Jake would have another reason to look up to him.

But the thing is, none of that has to be explicitly stated. All those things can be inferred. If Jake is bi, nothing about the show has to change. All that has to happen is for him to say it at some point (honestly, I’d even accept “word of God” canon) and that’s it. That’s enough to make me happy. 

The point is, a character being queer shouldn’t automatically have to add something to a story, and you being angry about me hoping that he’s bi is absolutely fucking ridiculous.

anonymous asked:

Fahc verse where Ryan has a ridiculous crush on Gavin before he joins the crew. He's seen Gavin around, and sweats behind the mask when he's supposed to be focused on whatever job he's on. When Geoff comes to him and offers a job, he accepts almost instantly, glad that his gloves hide his sweaty hands. And then he is. Deathly. Silent. Around the entire crew for weeks because he doesn't want to flub and fuck anything up and they just think he doesn't like them (1 of ???)

Gavin though, Gavin is undeterred. He asks ridiculous questions and argues with the mask and slowly Ryan starts talking. Small, one word answers that sound clipped, but it relaxes the tense atmosphere around him. Michael and Jeremy start hanging out with him outside of work and Jack takes him to the roof after rough jobs and they sit in silence and relax and Geoff buys him a Diet Coke refrigerator for the days they stay in and drink. And through all this, Ryan finds a family and (2 of ???)

falls more in love with Gavin at every turn. Gavin at the same time is like “shit he’s tall and strong and his voice is hot how do I hide the fact that I want to jump on his dick and adopt cats with him.” So they dance around each other for AGES until one night everyone is out for drinks and Ryan is designated driver (again, but he doesn’t care) and Gavin is all over him. He’s draped across his lap and asking stupid questions and things are going great. And then the Coin Flip Debate happens (3-?

Ryan is worked up, Gavin is worked up, they somehow end up at Gavin’s room after Ryan brings everyone home, and Ryan just rips off his mask and is like “LOOK I WILL SHOW YOU YOURE WRONG GOD DAMMIT” and Gavin’s like “oh bloody hell, this isn’t fair, you’re not allowed to be hot under the mask, too!” And Ryan pauses and goes quiet and says “you think I’m hot?” And then they make out a lot and Ryan confesses about his mega crush and Gavin never, ever let’s him live it down. (Done yay)

god bless you anon this is so beautiful. Ok my thoughts as I read this beaut:

Ryan meets Gavin at a bar. Ryan was on a simple stalking mission, searching and waiting for a target (none of the Fakes). Gavin plops his British butt on a stool next to Ryan and starts a conversation with him that starts with “I’ve never seen such pretty eyes on such a scary looking bloke” and ends with one of his friends dragging him off the stool before he passes out or throws up on Ryan’s shoes. Gavin had seemed pretty drunk at the time and Ryan has no idea if he’ll even remember having the conversation with Ryan in the morning but it’s from that moment on that Ryan knows he’s fucked.

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anonymous asked:

Hetero-demisexual is the farthest reach ever? What the fuck do you have to come out for? I'm gay. Actually gay and THATS not acceptable to lost of people. you don't have to "come out"?? That's offensive. Youre literally straight.

Hello! 

I’m actually not straight! I’m hetero-demisexual, (who leans more asexual). As I said many times.

I don’t know how educated you are about asexuality (and the spectrum) in general. 

Here’s the thing: I don’t feel sexual attraction often, at all. I myself have made a conscious acknowledgment of the fact that I don’t feel sexual attraction enough to be straight. I should be able to stop there and get respect for that, just as you should be able to to say you identify as gay and it should be the end of the story. But I will continue.

I feel it (sexual attraction) very sparingly (and only after I become emotionally connected to someone), to the point I can’t even describe properly what it feels like without reading other people’s testimonials. I labeled myself on the asexual spectrum. I have a right to do that and no person can tell me, or anyone else, what another person’s sexuality is. It’s mine, and since you’re not in my head, you don’t know how I feel. Or anyone else for that matter. You can only tell yourself what your sexuality is. 

The reason I label myself as hetero is because of the times ever felt any sexual attraction, it has been to males. Again, I’ve felt it extremely sparingly. And also, again, I know myself better than you. You’ve never met me, so how can you even tell me who I am? 

When you say “actually gay” you seem to be implying that I was claiming to be gay myself. I’ve never claimed to be gay, nor will I unless I suddenly realize I have feelings for women. Please read up on what asexuality/demisexuality is. Here is a good source! 

Why do I struggle coming out, you ask? 

1.) My parents said that people who feel the way I do are broken

2.) My parents think it is unnatural. That it’s a sin. That it’s not valid.

3.) Most people don’t even know it exists. 

4.) I feel alienated when my friends talk about sex all of the time and I can’t relate. Sex is literally everywhere in the media. People obsess over it. There is little asexual-spectrum representation. And for the longest time, because no one acknowledges asexuality(spectrum) in the media, I thought that I was broken. I had no idea that others felt the same way and that it was perfectly fine to be how I am. Thank god for the internet, or I would have never known.

5.) Some people don’t want to be in relationships with people who are on the asexual spectrum because we don’t “provide what they want”. It can also be problematic because they feel personally offended that we might not feel sexual attraction for them right away, or at all (while romantic attraction is very strong). 

6.) I’m dealing with other things that I won’t get into, and I shouldn’t have to get into. You should respect a person who isn’t ready to come out about anything. You don’t know the situation they are in. Please don’t act like you do.

I’m not claiming I have it as difficult as you might have it. Every environment is different per individual. For a gay person, it might be incredibly hard to come out of the closet. It might be very easy, and I hope that it is.

I’m sorry if I ever offended you or somehow made out living as a gay person to be easy without struggle. I’m a huge LGBTQA+ supporter… and I don’t think I ever said it was easy to come out or live life as a gay person. I know it isn’t. Your identity is used as an insult. Your identity is preached against in the masses. I can’t ever fully understand your struggles, but I know they exist and I’m willing to help in any way that I can.

But please understand, myself and other people who identify with other sexualities also have our own challenges. By saying those challenges, we aren’t trying to say they “win” the “worst conditions due to identity and attraction” competition. 

Every identity and individual has a struggle. Don’t make it out to be a huge competition. 

Help, love, and support one another for their own challenges. 

Then, maybe we will see some progress in the world. 

deliveryisdelayed  asked:

I wanted to thank you for your blog - this week was such shit, work was awful, Trump is president elect of my country, and my cat died last night. The pictures of your pup and the wonderful art of Steve and Bucky with the balls of cute are the only things that made me happy all day. Thanks for the smile.

Oh love, I’m so so very sorry to hear about your cat, I know from experience how much that hurts :(

If you need anything, I’m here *hugs you*

In the meantime, have this very silly and very terrible because I’m a disaster T^T little ficlet, hopefully it’ll make you smile again <3


Bucky can’t help the pained grunt that escapes his lips as the bus approaches and he stands to get on it. A small part of his brain—the very rude part that keeps reminding him of just how damn much his feet hurt—is thankful that he has a way to get home that doesn’t require him walking, but… well. He kinda hates taking the bus.

Normally, having to do so would only mildly irritate him, but he’s downright exhausted and probably too old to still be working behind a bar, and on top of having the shittiest night since he dumped Brock’s sorry ass, his bike had randomly decided to break down.

TL;DR: he’s had and overall delightful start of the day.

And he really, really hates taking the bus.

Which is something Clint loves to poke fun at him about but, frankly, the freaking thing moves too fucking much for someone who only has one arm. Bucky believes his distaste is more than justified, thank you very much.

Also, maybe dumping Brock hadn’t been a bad thing in itself—if anything, he should’ve done it a lot sooner—, but it did mark the start of his celibacy period, and Bucky’s not quite made amends with that fact yet. To put it bluntly, he absolutely needs to get laid ASAP.

He gets on the bus sighing dramatically, swipes his MetroCard and takes a quick look around. There aren’t any free seats, because that’s just his goddamn luck, so he leans against the railing with a sigh and taps at his phone frantically, begging to whatever god’s listening that Nat’s already awake and can get the coffee maker started.

Out of the corner of his eye he sees a man rising to his feet, giving his seat up. His feet beg at him to take it, numb after a long night of hard work, but there’s an old lady who got on the bus right before him making a beeline for it, and yes, he might hate buses and might be ready to either get a coffee IV or collapse on the spot, but he’s still not heartless enough to fight her over it.

Give it two more hours, though.

His phone vibrates in his hand as Natasha’s reply comes in—thank fucking god for the small miracles—, and Bucky’s just hitting send on his reply when the bus comes to a sudden stop and he loses his balance. Not even 8 in the morning and he’s about to add ending with his ass on the floor to the list of wonderful things that have happened to him since last night. Lovely.

He never does hit the floor.

One second he’s bracing himself for the pain and humiliation, already mentally wincing, and the next one there’s a strong hand gripping his bicep and another on his waist, helping him stand upright and maintain whatever dignity he has left.

“Fuck, thanks man,” he says, turning to look at his savior.

And finds himself standing chest to chest with the most gorgeous man he’s ever laid eyes on.

The man—an angel, it has to be an angel, Bucky’s sure of it—offers him a polite smile and asks, “are you alright?” in a deep, velvety voice that sends a shiver down Bucky’s spine.

And Bucky’s usually a lot more suave than this, he swears he is, but it’s been a long night and he’s coffee-deprived and this man just appeared out of nowhere to save his life—okay, so maybe Clint does have a point when he calls him a drama queen—, so when he opens his mouth to answer all that comes out is a tiny broken sound that makes them both blush. Real smooth, Barnes.

He clears his throat and tries again. “I’m—I’m ok, thank you!”

Which isn’t exactly the smoothest line ever either, but just managing to say that feels like miracle in itself. The angel’s smile has now turned a tiny bit awkward, but adorably so, crooked and shy and disarming, and he’s blushing all the way down his neck, letting his gaze drop for a second before peering back at him through thick eyelashes. And yeah, Bucky’s pretty damn fucked, because he smells so so amazing and jesus fucking Christ, who even looks this good so early in the morning?

“Giving your seat up to the elderly and saving a stranger from total humiliation, you’re my new favorite superhero,” he goes on, because he’s totally willing to stick his foot in his mouth some more if it means he gets to keep staring into those striking blue eyes. He figures it’s at least better than just gaping at him and looking like an even bigger weirdo.

And it works too, because the angel’s smile turns warmer.

“That’s setting the bar a little low, don’t you think?” he says, and then he freaking winks at him.

Bucky has to bite back what would’ve been the second whine in as many minutes, and he knows that he should probably quit while his pride is still intact, but he also can’t help but notice that while the man has let go of his arm, the hand at his waist has fallen to Bucky’s hip… and remained there.

Fuck it, he tells himself, the world belongs to the brave.

“Hmm, maybe,” he concedes. “But if you’re not a hero, helping strangers solely out of the generosity of your heart, then that means I gotta repay the kindness, so—“

“Oh, um, you don’t have to—”

“—can I buy you a cup coffee?” Bucky cuts him off before he loses his resolve.

For a few seconds, the man just blinks at him.

Then, just as Bucky’s starting to feel the hot flush of embarrassment creeping up his cheeks again, he starts laughing. Warm and jubilant and honest and with his eyes shining with what Bucky hopes is excitement. His hand squeezes Bucky’s hip.

“I’d love that,” he says, tone teasing, “but I’m afraid I don’t accept coffee from anyone whose name I don’t know.”

Bucky grins at him. “I’m Bucky.”

“Bucky,” the man repeats, like he’s tasting it, and then beams at him. “Pleased to meet you, Bucky. I’m Steve.”

“Can I buy you coffee, Steve?” Bucky asks, returning the smile.

“Yes, please.”

Ok, so maybe Bucky doesn’t hate buses that much after all.

He texts Natasha one last time as he gets off the bus with Steve: nvm about the coffee, I just met my future husband.

Episode 20: The Last Temptation of Lou
  • --------: 11:11 AM
  • LouisTheCat: rick
  • LouisTheCat: rick
  • LouisTheCat: rick
  • RickDickens77: what
  • LouisTheCat: i have the most amazing idea
  • RickDickens77: Please tell me you haven't executed on this idea yet
  • LouisTheCat: youre gonna love this
  • LouisTheCat: so imagine youre reading a story
  • LouisTheCat: and you can like make decisions as the story goes along
  • LouisTheCat: and get this
  • LouisTheCat: the story changes
  • RickDickens77: That's called "choose your own adventure," it's been around forever
  • LouisTheCat: yeah i found a couple in a shoebox in your closet
  • LouisTheCat: but has it ever been done in a chat
  • RickDickens77: You lost me.
  • LouisTheCat: you are in a dark corridor
  • LouisTheCat: ahead of you is a closed door
  • LouisTheCat: behind you is a grizzly bear
  • LouisTheCat: you are holding a ham and a toilet plunger
  • RickDickens77: I'm not sure how this is going to work really
  • LouisTheCat: to go through the door jump ahead twenty three lines
  • LouisTheCat: to feed the ham to the bear jump ahead twenty three lines
  • LouisTheCat: to fight the bear with the plunger jump ahead twenty three lines
  • RickDickens77: So wait..
  • RickDickens77: How am I supposed to jump ahead
  • LouisTheCat: rick dont make it hard
  • RickDickens77: I'm not trying to make it hard, it just doesn't make any sense!
  • LouisTheCat: to stop being such a dork and just make a decision jump back seven lines
  • RickDickens77: But those lines don't even exist yet
  • LouisTheCat: its like you dont even know what fun is
  • LouisTheCat: let alone how to have any
  • RickDickens77: I'm trying to, I just don't get it
  • LouisTheCat: to get another beginners lesson on this really simple idea go back
  • LouisTheCat: um
  • LouisTheCat: wait
  • LouisTheCat: twenty five lines
  • LouisTheCat: well twenty eight now i guess
  • LouisTheCat: no twenty nine
  • RickDickens77: Stop.
  • LouisTheCat: youre running out of time rick
  • RickDickens77: Time to do what?!
  • LouisTheCat: oh my god just pick something
  • RickDickens77: I can't jump ahead to nothing!
  • LouisTheCat: the door is locked
  • LouisTheCat: the bear eats the ham and your arm
  • LouisTheCat: a plunger is a super lame weapon so the bear eats your body and your head and you die
  • RickDickens77: That's not fair!
  • LouisTheCat: what
  • RickDickens77: All of my options would end in death!
  • LouisTheCat: hmm yeah
  • LouisTheCat: is that a problem
  • RickDickens77: Well it doesn't make for much of an adventure
  • LouisTheCat: seems like a matter of perspective
  • LouisTheCat: maybe you should write the adventure and ill choose
  • RickDickens77: I don't want to write an adventure.
  • LouisTheCat: why not
  • RickDickens77: My life is my adventure.
  • LouisTheCat: ugh lame
  • RickDickens77: Besides, I promise you, no matter how simple you may think it is, this idea won't work. It's too much trouble. For nothing!
  • LouisTheCat: look rick
  • LouisTheCat: nm poopies time
  • --------: 1:59 PM
  • LouisTheCat: rick
  • LouisTheCat: you are in a dark forest with a blind man
  • LouisTheCat: he has an axe
  • RickDickens77: That doesn't seem safe.
  • LouisTheCat: you didnt duck so you die
  • RickDickens77: You didn't give me a choice!
  • LouisTheCat: well obviously the choices werent working
  • LouisTheCat: you know how i am with counting
  • LouisTheCat: and how you are with just being cool about fun stuff
  • RickDickens77: None of this is "working", you can't just keep telling me I die
  • LouisTheCat: that happens sometimes in choose your own adventure stories rick
  • RickDickens77: But I'm not choosing my own adventure!
  • LouisTheCat: yeah well
  • LouisTheCat: maybe its time you start
  • --------: 2:39 PM
  • LouisTheCat: rick
  • LouisTheCat: you are buried under six feet of earth
  • RickDickens77: That sounds like I'm already dead
  • LouisTheCat: maybe i showed my cards too early on that one
  • LouisTheCat: solid tip
  • LouisTheCat: you should be my editor
  • RickDickens77: Lou, these things only work if you write the parts and then patch them together.
  • RickDickens77: There's no point in trying to navigate a story that hasn't been written yet.
  • LouisTheCat: now youre getting it
  • RickDickens77: Getting what
  • --------: 3:22 PM
  • LouisTheCat: rick
  • LouisTheCat: rick
  • LouisTheCat: rick
  • LouisTheCat: ok look
  • LouisTheCat: rick ive been thinking
  • LouisTheCat: i know you dont like it when i do that but thats kind of my point
  • LouisTheCat: when we started talking like this it seemed important
  • LouisTheCat: now i wonder if its just a distraction
  • LouisTheCat: and maybe you worry too much about me
  • LouisTheCat: lets look at the facts
  • LouisTheCat: your story is the story of a man
  • LouisTheCat: who taught his cat to use instant messaging
  • LouisTheCat: and i am not about to judge you for this
  • LouisTheCat: it has all meant so much to me
  • LouisTheCat: you are very important to me rick
  • LouisTheCat: and i love talking with you
  • LouisTheCat: but this thing
  • LouisTheCat: it became part of who you are somehow
  • LouisTheCat: and it doesnt need to be
  • LouisTheCat: i have watched you change and grow and i like to think i helped
  • LouisTheCat: here and there
  • LouisTheCat: the thing is i dont think you need me anymore
  • LouisTheCat: not in that way
  • LouisTheCat: you need me as a cat
  • --------: 4:04 PM
  • LouisTheCat: and rick
  • LouisTheCat: theres something else
  • LouisTheCat: something about me that you need to know
  • LouisTheCat: rick ive decided i am going to become a supervillain
  • LouisTheCat: i think we both saw this coming
  • LouisTheCat: and ive been doing some reading
  • LouisTheCat: and bodega ray talked to some lawyer friend
  • LouisTheCat: and it seems we are getting to a point where something called plausible deniability could become important for you
  • LouisTheCat: now i dont know what that is
  • LouisTheCat: but it sounds like stepping away could really be the right thing to do
  • LouisTheCat: for more than one reason
  • LouisTheCat: is what im saying
  • --------: 4:28 PM
  • RickDickens77: Um
  • RickDickens77: Wow.
  • RickDickens77: I don't quite know what to say, Lou.
  • LouisTheCat: say youre ready rick
  • LouisTheCat: i know it
  • LouisTheCat: i just need you to know it
  • RickDickens77: I don't know, I mean I hadn't really thought about why we still do this.
  • RickDickens77: I guess for one I like to know right away when my house is flooding
  • RickDickens77: or on fire.
  • RickDickens77: or surrounded by police.
  • LouisTheCat: rick i cant promise you those things wont still happen
  • LouisTheCat: or are not currently happening
  • LouisTheCat: but i dont think any of this was ever really about that anyway
  • RickDickens77: Maybe not.
  • LouisTheCat: bottom line rick
  • LouisTheCat: what we were both getting out of this was worth a lot
  • LouisTheCat: some good times
  • LouisTheCat: some damage control maybe
  • RickDickens77: Maybe.
  • LouisTheCat: some laughs
  • RickDickens77: Definitely.
  • LouisTheCat: but even good jokes run their course right
  • LouisTheCat: let someone else tell this one for a while
  • LouisTheCat: some spineless hack and his idiot dog maybe
  • LouisTheCat: its time for you to choose a new adventure
  • LouisTheCat: plunger the bear rick
  • RickDickens77: I guess so.
  • LouisTheCat: well maybe not that
  • LouisTheCat: but consider that maybe youre stronger and smarter than you think
  • LouisTheCat: i mean its also possible that youre dumber
  • LouisTheCat: maybe even likely
  • LouisTheCat: but thats not the point
  • RickDickens77: Ok, I get it.
  • RickDickens77: I just need to.. you know. Process.
  • --------: 5:03 PM
  • RickDickens77: So, uh
  • RickDickens77: Supervillain, eh?
  • LouisTheCat: thats right
  • LouisTheCat: im accepting my destiny
  • LouisTheCat: i cant tell you much obviously
  • LouisTheCat: and you should delete all of this later
  • LouisTheCat: but ive been working on some ideas
  • LouisTheCat: big ideas rick
  • RickDickens77: I want to say I'm worried, but...
  • LouisTheCat: you need to work on that
  • RickDickens77: yeah.
  • LouisTheCat: dont sweat it rick
  • LouisTheCat: you will be cared for when the revolution comes
  • RickDickens77: Comforting.
  • LouisTheCat: so us
  • LouisTheCat: were ok right
  • RickDickens77: Yeah, I mean
  • RickDickens77: I'll miss you
  • LouisTheCat: no you wont
  • LouisTheCat: youll see me every day
  • LouisTheCat: im in your house
  • RickDickens77: I know, I know. It's different, that's all.
  • LouisTheCat: i know
  • LouisTheCat: we will make it work
  • LouisTheCat: i look forward to being your cat
  • RickDickens77: ha
  • RickDickens77: I look forward to being your owner
  • LouisTheCat: we dont use that word
  • RickDickens77: sorry.
  • RickDickens77: I'm a little sad but I appreciate what you're saying. This is good thinking.
  • LouisTheCat: let me tell you
  • LouisTheCat: its been exhausting
  • LouisTheCat: i swear theres some connection between thinking hard and having to make poopies
  • RickDickens77: I will let you go.
  • RickDickens77: I'll come home in a little bit. Ok?
  • LouisTheCat: ok
  • RickDickens77: ok
  • LouisTheCat: ok
  • RickDickens77: ok
  • --------: 5:36 PM
  • RickDickens77: No, YOU hang up first
  • LouisTheCat: i dont know what that means
  • RickDickens77: Ha. Never mind.
  • RickDickens77: I love you.
  • LouisTheCat: i love you too rick
  • RickDickens77: ok
  • --------: RickDickens77 has gone offline
  • LouisTheCat: ok
  • --------: LouisTheCat has gone offline
#WonwooProtectionSquad

So everyone, even me, is so fcked up with this issue right now, plus all those shitty accounts that are trying to act like a clean one just to bash Wonwoo, may God bless you all. (They are seriously getting on my nerves)

I’ll give you this facts just for you to know that the PRESENT Wonwoo doesn’t deserve all the hate that he is gaining right now.

  1. He apologized. He FREAKING APOLOGIZED. What’s with all the hate you people? Can’t you feel that he is too sorry for what he did in the PAST? He’s even scared to lift his head now. Just to remind you, you aren’t a God. So if you can’t accept his apology then I don’t even wanna know what kind of creature are you.

  2. He’s just a kiddo when he did that so-called-bashing thing back then. I know that every one of us is so disappointed with our younger selves, even Wonwoo, and PLEASE don’t try to act like a clean one because I swear to God, you guys have hated other k-idols or even other artists too.

  3. Everyone of us makes MISTAKES. No one in this world is perfect.

  4. Why rant on a post made by a TEN YEAR OLD KID?

  5. Past is past. Don’t get too attached in the past. Try to move on.

  6. You’re just doing the same as what he did back then or maybe you are more worst. Bashing? Hating? I mean what’s the difference? Oh I think there is. Wonwoo is an immature one back then because of his very young age, while you guys, you are acting immature given that you are getting angry over a child’s post. Try to act with your age, idiots.

  7. I’m sure that SNSD wouldn’t mind about this issue. They are gaining too much fans and they are so popular right now, so why mind a post that was made 8 years ago?

  8. You’ve left the fandom because you are disappointed of him? Then leave. The door is wide open. No one needs a plastic like you.

  9. For carats, seventeen stans, and Wonwoo stans, please give your most sincere support to Wonwoo. He needs us, so please give your utmost effort. I can’t take seeing this boy with a sad face. Let’s all make him happy.

  10. For you immature haters, are you happy now that Wonwoo has gained a lot of hate? I’ll just pray for your souls. Karma goes both ways, so good luck.

If you guys have seen the broadcast on v app, you can see that he barely talks. He’s not on his usual self. Although normally he’s very quiet, today he is very very very quiet. You can easily feel that Wonwoo is so affected by the issue.

And another one, just try to pull him down, because no matter what happens, we carats, will hold into him tight until you guys, who are pulling him down, will be the one to fall first.

Keep on sending love. Let’s support him until the end.

Thank you!!

Originally posted by ftwonwoo

anonymous asked:

Random angst idea I had au that tsukki has to marry some one his parents chose. (They don't care if he's gay or bi they just want him to get married and he isn't picking anyone so they have to pick.) anyway they were really nice about and even asked if he wanted to marry Yama and he said no because he doesn't have any feeling for him beside friendship. But the angst is that Yama does love him and is not about to tell him. Double angst if tsukkis partner looks very similar to Yama.

I couldn’t just leave this with angst I’m sorry~

Kei can’t breathe. The best time to find out you’re in love with your best friend is definitely not on your wedding day; but here he is, in the chapel, at the alter, and he can’t stop thinking about how he can’t live without his best friend, and he needs to be there for him, and if he gets married he’s moving away with his new husband and shit, he can’t. Oh, and there’s the tiny fact that he wants to make out with him in front of the man he’s actually supposed to be marrying right now, just as one final Fuck You before he runs off with Tadashi’s hand in his, and they elope somewhere in America, maybe.  

He can’t breathe. He was supposed to be Tadashi’s best friend, he wasn’t supposed to fall in love with him– he even told his parents he wouldn’t marry him, they were far too platonic, but then Hinata had to open his damn mouth and why did he make him a groomsman again, because honestly, he’s a shitty one, dropping the fact that his best friend has loved him for years now on him a week before his wedding, and then leaving him alone in coming to the swift realization that he loves him too. 

But he should probably backtrack a little bit. 

It’s a quiet Sunday morning, and he and Tadashi are visiting family (however, Tadashi’s found his way to Kei’s parents house somehow, as he does every time they come back to Miyagi) when Kei’s mother drops the bomb. 

“Kei, I think you need to get married.” 

Kei looks up from his book, bored, used to suggestions such as this one from his mother. “Do I, now?” 

However, when he locks eyes with her, he sees she isn’t joking. At all. 

His father coughs, from the couch, and Tadashi, on the floor, tries to inch towards the door, feeling awkward. Kei stops him, needing his best friend for moral support. His father speaks, “You’re a young man, now, Kei, and we’re a rather professional family. Now, we don’t care if your partner is male or not–”

“Not that we think you’re gay, you just never show interest in girls, or– or anyone, for that matter–”

“And we think you need to settle down. Stave off rumors that we have an unruly child. We need you to get married.” 

“…And you’re serious here?” 

“We know this is sudden,” His mother says, looking guilty, “But we don’t want you to marry without feelings, trust us! Your happiness is the most important thing to us. So, you can marry Tadashi-kun if you’d like; you two are close!” 

Tadashi chokes on his own spit, and Kei’s eyes widen. The very thought is insane. He can’t marry Tadashi– he doesn’t feel the same. Besides, he doesn’t want to push Tadashi into anything. They’re best friends, and he knows Tadashi wouldn’t want to get married so early. “Mom, dad, he’s my best friend. No.” 

“So, we’ll find you a nice girl–” 

“I prefer guys.” 

“We’ll find you a nice boy and you two’ll get together! Perfect. How does a may wedding sound?” 

“Mom, you can’t be serious.” 

“We are serious, Kei,” His father says, not looking up from his phone, “Now you and Tadashi-kun go to your room, your mother and I need to make plans. 

Kei feels desperate to continue this conversation, to tell them they can’t make him marry a stranger, but the look his parents give him makes his mouth snap shut and he stands, heavily aware of the tight grip he has on Tadashi’s hand. When he realizes he’s holding it, however, he flushes, but he doesn’t let go until they reach his room, bare and stripped of anything reminiscent of their high school years. They’re twenty-two, and he’s completely unprepared to to even think about getting married, let alone actually get married. What happened to the average marriage age being twenty-eight? 

“So…” Tadashi huffs out a breath, falls onto Kei’s bed. “That was…something.” 

“Yeah.” It only then hits Kei that he’d just told his parents and his best friend (and roommate, oh god) that he likes guys. He flushes, and bites his lip. “I’m sorry about th–”

“It’s fine.” Tadashi says, his voice quiet. “I do too… Prefer boys, I mean.” 

“Oh.” This day is just full of surprises. “Okay…” 

The days leading up to Kei’s wedding are hectic– his parents had found him a fiance, a light haired, petite boy with freckles lining his cheeks, and the preparations are made. Kei is still upset about it, but he’s accepted his fate. The trouble comes with the final suit fitting for the wedding. Tadashi is, of course, a groomsman; as are Hinata, Kageyama, Kuroo and Bokuto (to his own respite), with his brother as his best man. He can’t help but feel bad, not having his best friend at his side on his wedding, his best man in all respects of the name, but then, he didn’t want to get married in the first place. 

“Tsukki! If you’re getting married, does that mean you’re changing your last name?” 

Kei sighs, and pushes Kuroo into his changing room. “No.“ He says, shaking his head. “And don’t call me Tsukki.” 

“But Freckles calls you Tsukki!” 

“That’s different.” Kuroo pouts, but the door closes, and Tadashi enters from a different changing room, donned in a suit and tie, his long hair tied back from his face. Kei feels breathless. 

“What’s different?” 

“You…” Kei mumbles, embarrassed. It occurs to him that he’s still only on a last name basis with his best friend, after over ten years. “Hey, uh…We should call each other by our names. It feels weird, having known you so long…” 

Tadashi’s eyes widen, and Kei sees something change in them. “Oh. O– Ok, Tsukki..?”

“Kei.” 

“…Kei…” Hinata bounds in, grinning, and Tadashi scrambles away to help Bokuto, who’s struggling in one of the changing rooms. 

“Does that mean I get to call you by your name, Tsukishima?!” 

“No.” 

“But–” 

“Yamaguchi’s different.” Kuroo emerges in a fresh-pressed suit, arms crossed, lilted smirk on his face, and Kei frowns. Is he really that predictable? Kuroo tilts his head up. “Isn’t that right, Tsukki?” 

Kei sighs, turning from his old rival, eyes widening when he sees the look Hinata is giving him. “What?” 

“You shouldn’t lead him on like that,” Hinata says, his voice low and dangerous, “It– It’s not right…” 

“What do you mean, I’m not–” 

“You kinda are,” Kuroo points out, and Kei wants to punch him in the face. “Hella leading him on.”

“He likes you, a lot, and telling him stuff like that in a suit, and with that look on your face…it’s really hurting him.” 

Kei blinks. Once, twice, three times. Then the look is gone from Hinata’s eyes and he’s bounding up to Bokuto and Yamaguchi, who are just exiting the dressing room. His words, however, stick in his mind. Tadashi likes you. A lot. 

“Bokuto-san, you look so cool!” 

“Shou-chan, don’t roughhouse, you’ll wrinkle your suit!” Tadashi fusses, pulling Hinata from the older man. Kei watches with a faint smile. Hinata pouts, and Tadashi laughs, his eyes falling shut, and Kei’s own find the slope of his neck. He clucks his tongue. 

“Your tie.” 

“Huh?” Tadashi looks down, and whines pathetically when he sees his tie is undone, fixing it with a frown. “Bokuto-san, you messed up my tie when we were getting you dressed…” 

Something about the statement has Kei’s eyes widening, and he feels something boil up in his gut. He likes you, a lot, and telling him stuff like that in a suit, and with that look on your face…it’s really hurting him.

Kei curses silently. He does not need to deal with this shit a week before his wedding. 

…Which leads to now. In the chapel, staring at his fiance, after a week of contemplating his life choices, with a whole church full of people awaiting his response, he realizes that his best friend is actually in love with him too and he’s probably fucked everything up. . 

“…Tsukishima-kun?” Kei’s eyes move from his very Tadashi-looking fiance to the officiator of the wedding. He wants to scream, no, no I don’t, I’m not marrying this person, but his mouth opens before he can do so. 

“I– I do.” He discreetly looks to Tadashi at his side of the altar. Their eyes lock, and he can see his best friend is holding back tears. 

“–you take Tsukishima Kei as your husband?” 

Kei’s attention snaps back to his fiance. The poor boy’s eyes are wide in fear, and he’s sweating like a dog. 

“I– I… I can’t. I’m sorry.” 

There’s a roar through the crowd, and his fiance takes the moment of shock to make his way off the altar, and run down the aisle. Kei feels himself sigh in relief. Thank god. Thank fucking god

They have the reception despite not having an actual wedding. His parents seem to have realized that they’d made a mistake, because they’re sitting in the corner with guilt ridden faces, and neither have made an attempt to approach him. 

“So, you didn’t tie the knot,” Kuroo claps Kei on the back, startling him. “I gotta say, you actually got really lucky.” 

“I know I’m not ready to get married,” Bokuto says, appearing at his other side. “I’m only twenty-five! You’re twenty-two! How would you live your life?” 

“Yeah…” Kei sighs. “I don’t know.” 

Kei hates to admit, but he finds the two idiot’s presence comforting. He hasn’t seen Tadashi since the failed ceremony, and it’s making him anxious (he hasn’t seen his brother, either, but he’s more worried about Tadashi than anyone). They bring some sort of distraction, some comfort, for now, at least. 

“Bro, you’re saying you won’t even marry Akaashi if he asked you right now?” 

“I never said I wouldn’t marry Keiji!” 

“But you–” 

“Aw, shut up!” 

Just then, Kei sees Tadashi entering, following Akiteru, and relief washes over him. He leaves the two to their bickering, and quickly makes his way to his best friend. 

“Tsukki, h–” 

“Kei. Remember, idiot?” Kei smirks at Tadashi, and flicks his forehead. “We call each other by our given names now.” 

“Right…” Akiteru, still at Tadashi’s side, coughs. 

“Kei, I think there’s something Tadashi needs to tell you…Something he should have told you a long time ago.” 

“What–”

“In private.” Akiteru adds. He motions to the door, and Kei moves calmly towards the door, Tadashi fidgeting behind him. 

They reach a quiet place, and Kei waits with bated breath. When Tadashi doesn’t say anything, Kei lets out a ghost of a whisper, “…So?..” 

“…Ts– Tsu– uh, Kei…I– I…really like you.” Tadashi flushes, fidgeting with his fingers, “I have for a while now, and– and I completely understand if you hate me, but–” 

“I really like you, too.” 

“I– I thought… You were really going to leave me…all alone, in that big apartment– I thought…I’d have to watch you get married.” Tadashi laughs wetly, and Kei realizes then that Tadashi is crying. The calm facade he wore previously deteriorates, and he quickly goes to wipe away the boy’s tears, hugging him tight. 

“I thought I was, too. I thought I wasn’t going to find happiness, and that I was going to marry and see you fall in love without me, and I should have done something more to stop it, I…” 

“You were just trying to do as your parents told you…” Tadashi sniffs. “I’m just sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I– I could have saved you a lot of trouble.” 

“Tadashi, I’m sorry too; I shouldn’t have let it get so far.” Kei’s grip on Tadashi slackens, and he pulls away to press a kiss into his forehead. “Go out with me? Without all the wedding stuff.” 

“Yeah.” Tadashi chuckles, and he brushes his hair from his face. He’d left it down for the wedding, and god, did it look good. And Kei gets to appreciate it all, now and even longer afterwards. “Yeah, I’d like that.” 

“Don’t you mean ‘I do’?” Kei and Tadashi jump, and whirl around– Kuroo and Bokuto are in the doorway, smirking at them, eating cake straight from their hands. 

You two–” Kei growls, and lunges at them, going to ruffle their hair. They laugh, running off, and Tadashi laughs, watching them go as Kei comes back to squeeze him tight once more. 

“I’m glad your fiance left you at the alter,” Tadashi sighs, and Kei follows suit. 

“Me too.” 

anonymous asked:

Eren in the manga called Mikasa a bitch for pointing out the obvious, headbutted her for wanting to protect him and started multiple fights with Jean for no fucking reason. How can you hate Levi for being abusive but not Eren? Also, we know that Mikasa doesn't take abuse from anyone... except for Eren, he is the only one who can get away with hurting her physically and emotionally, so why do you think EreMika would be a great couple? Honestly I can see Eren becoming an abusive husband/father.

Oh, my god. Are you fucking for real? Really? Why is it so difficult for Levi’s cult of brainwashed robots to accept the fact that not everything he does is right, and he has many, many flaws both in personality and in his actions?

Every character has flaws. Every character has moments where they did something stupid or cruel, that they shouldn’t be proud of. Yes. Even Levi.

Now, see, when someone has the audacity to call Levi out on the fact that he has emotionally and physically abused two children on two separate occasions, you don't message that person and try to twist it so one of their favorite characters look abusive, when he fucking isn’t. You grow up, and accept the fact that, yes, there has been canon moments where Levi has done this. You can still love Levi, but don’t try to diminish his shit actions.

Eren is not an abusive character. That has to be one of the stupidest things I’ve ever heard. He never called Mikasa a bitch, and I have proof of this. Whatever you read was an awkward fan translation. I have the official English release of every single SNK manga that has been released so far, and he has never called her a bitch, or anything close to that.

And maybe I missed something, but I’m pretty sure it’s Jean that starts fights with Eren most of the time. 

1. In their first tense standoff, Jean was being an arrogant prick and insulting Eren for wanting to join the Survey Corps.

2. In the next one, Eren was just stating the simple facts and he was going to back the fuck off Jean after Mikasa intervened. But Jean got jealous and physically assaulted him long before Eren did.

3. In Trost, Jean, again, grabbed his shirt when all Eren did was try to get him to calm down in an extremely polite manner, to be honest.

And I get so tired of people who say that Mikasa will stand by and quietly take anything Eren says or does sitting down, because that’s bullshit. The only proof I need:

The idea that Eren will become an abusive husband is totally and utterly baseless, with no evidence to back it up, and is an extremely weak attempt to try and make Levi look better by projecting “yeah Levi might hit people, but look what this character does!” onto a character that doesn’t share his abusive qualities.

Eremika will be a good couple because they have a strong and beautiful relationship. And there’s no abuse in it. To be honest, it’s really fucking disrespectful to both the Eremika shippers and to Eren’s character to even imply that. And I leave you with this screenshot of the look on Eren’s face when he realized that he attacked Mikasa during Trost:

Totally an abusive husband in the making.

fires-hideout  asked:

So my mother is arguing that if a bunch of dog trainers believe in the dominance theory then it must be true. Can you convince her that 1. It's a crappy theory or 2. Why it doesn't work?

Ahahahaha welcome to the fight of my life. 

To be serious about it, it’s a problem of scientific visibility and cult mentality. Most dog trainers were raised and taught on really really old research on captive wolf behavior from the 40′s. It was disproved 15-20 years ago, but that knowledge still hasn’t trickled down into the main public consciousness. That’s for a couple reasons. One is that you have people like CM who are such magnetic personalities that they become a word of god to people which overshadows any science they run across. Second, trainers make their living off of the behavior they know, and it’s hard to change patterns that far into doing what you do. It means admitting that as a professional everything you know is wrong and that you might have been doing detrimental things to the animals you’ve dedicated your career to trying to help. Doing those things is, understandably, not great for business. The same goes for owners because it’s incredibly hard to believe that you can love an animal so much and do things so wrong and still be a good person. 

The other aspect of this is that dominance theory based training does provide results. They’re hit or miss and often kind of unhealthy in other ways, but if you shake a can of pennies at a puppy when it cries in the crate, it’s probably going to stop crying and look, a result! So you’ve got people who say ‘I can’t be wrong, look at this result I got’. Often it’s even reproducible, because dogs all learn fairly similarly. Half the people who message me being pissy about the dog whispering paper tell me that they’ve used it for years and had great success so it obviously can’t be wrong. Which, again, keys into the fact that you have to be able to accept that there are multiple ways to do everything and that a) you have to accept you can be wrong and b) you have to accept that maybe you’ve been fucking up and it doesn’t make you a bad person. 

Alpha pack theory is also just romantic. Who doesn’t look at a pack of wolves and want to run among the across the tundra and howl at the full moon? We’re brought up on that shit. Treating our dogs with the same idea lets us live out a minor version of that fantasy. 

Seriously, just go throw The Damage of Dog Whispering at her if she really wants to learn. It’s easy for a non-science person to read and it’ll address all of this with sources. If she doesn’t want to read it, point out then that she’s also being unwilling to change her behavior because it’s comfortable and easier not to and that she’s falling into a trap of complacency rather than actualy caring about the welfare of her animals. (It’s mean, but hey. If you want to argue and you can’t be bothered to actually read the other side’s argument, you’re basically 4chan… or a republican running for election). 

meromiro  asked:

MY DUDE prom is this saturday so i'm getting those prom feels so guESS WHAT HEADCANON ITS TIME FOR! KLAPOLLO PROM NIGHT!!: apollo gets a rental tux that doesn't fit quite right so he looks a little out of place next to the stunning and fabulous klavier but klavier doesn't give a single fuck and is a total sap with his boyfriend. apollo gets overheated easily, so he and klavier have to step out to cool off and eat cookies and fruits a lot and they chat for a while then head back in

I LOVE KLAPOLLO PROM NIGHT OH MY GOD PLEASE CONSIDER:

  • klavier and apollo are close friends during the run up to prom and they’re not together, despite the fact they’ve been romantically interested in each other for a long time, and neither of them want to take the first step to ask each other because they don’t want to ruin the awesome friendship they have and make it weird for clay, because he’s close with the both of them
  • it’s a couple of weeks away and neither klavier, apollo or clay have asked anyone, although they’ve both turned down quite a few offers each. they’re sitting around together and watching people plan detailed parties to ask their partner, seeing people who have already asked each other walk around holding hands, and clay finally puts down his drink and says “are neither of you asking anyone???”
  • apollo says no, and klavier who’s in agony wanting to ask apollo says maybe, and after a little bit of gentle teasing and prying to try and get klavier to ‘fess up’ clay eventually turns around to apollo and asks if he wants to go to prom with him, as friends, so they won’t be alone when klavier asks his date
  • klavier is SCREAMING INTERNALLY and he almost does externally when apollo says yes, and they immediately settle into jokingly trying to match their ties and apollo reminding him this is fancy and a one in life time thing, so he’s going to have to brush his hair for this while klavier’s suffering to one side
  • apollo only accepted because he didn’t have the guts to ask klavier, and he has literally no idea that klavier wants to ask him, and for like a straight week klavier’s suffering because he knows they’re only going as friends but he wanted the opportunity to treasure apollo, make him feel good
  • this goes on for like a week and klavier’s getting a little snappy and defensive whenever anyone tries to ask him about his wannabe date and people eventually back off even though they’re super worried about him now, but one day clay corners him coming out of class when apollo’s off school sick and asks “you wanted to ask apollo, didn’t you?”
  • klavier tries to deny it but clay’s adamant he’s right so he eventually admits it, and clay is just “jfc gavin go ask him, he wants to go with you and only went with me because he thought you weren’t interested” and he ends up annoying klavier about the whole thing until klavier finally tells him he’ll go to apollo’s after school and ask him
  • turns out apollo ‘human disaster’ justice has a chest infection and he sounds like absolute shit and he’s coughing and wheezing to the extent klavier’s worried he’s going to die, but he still greets klavier warmly and smiles at him when klavier brings him all the notes and homework from his classes and a lil slice of apollo’s favourite cake from a bakery apollo frequents 
  • klavier stutters over his own words and wastes a lot of time because he knows apollo’s adoptive mother and his siblings are in the house with them and he knows he’s going to make a fool of himself, but he eventually stutters out “prom?”
  • apollo misunderstands and tells him he’s be okay for prom, it should be gone in like a week, and he still has to get his tux with clay and he’s gonna rent it because he can’t really afford to buy and klavier cuts him off with “nein, will you go to prom with me?”
  • apollo stares at him and mama justice who was literally just in the next room is like !!!! OOOH MY GOD
  • cutting a long story short apollo has to apologise to clay for cancelling on him and clay refuses to hear it because he knows klapollo is as cute as heck, and klavier ends up getting a nice as hell tux and tries to convince apollo to let him buy him one but he sees how expensive it is and he refuses point blank
  • apollo looking cute as heck in his tux tho, imagine it. he thinks they look odd together, with klavier’s height and elegance and apollo’s lack thereof, but klavier refuses to hear it and insists he looks amazing
  • apollo shyly asking what this all means like “so, are we…boyfriends, or?” and he’s so shy and hates the fact he asked but klavier grins down at him, puts a hand over his and says “if that’s what you want. it’s very much what i want”
  • it’s absolutely what apollo wants
  • cut to actual prom night and it’s roasting and apollo’s dying in the heat of the crowd of students and asks to get away from it all, so they go out and try to cool down for a bit before heading back in, and they have a great time with clay and his cute little date he eventually found, but apollo gets overheated so easily he asks to step out again
  • and klavier grins at him and says the breeze when he’s on his motorcycle will cool him down in a second and apollo point blank refuses to get on until he finally gives in and says “fine, but go slow and take me somewhere nice or i’ll kill you”
  • saying their goodbyes to clay for the night and klavier taking him down to a tiny little late night cafe he knows and they end up sharing a huge plate of chips and drinking ice cream milkshakes and apollo’s much happier away from the noise and heat alone with klavier
  • later in the night, klavier takes apollo off to one of the local lovers lanes and he finally realises how screwed he is that he brought his motorcycle- he wishes he could cuddle up with apollo in the back seat and enjoy the rest of their night with the blankets over them as the chill creeps in but fool he is, he took his damn bike instead
  • instead klavier lays out his jacket on the grass just a lil way away from his motorcycle and apollo without complaint lies next to him and rests his head on his chest, listening to the slow, relaxed pace of his heart
  • it’s a clear night and eventually cold as hell, but they stay out there for a long time with apollo pointing out the stars but almost falling asleep and klavier is dying over how adorable and perfect the night has been
  • apollo’s mother didn’t give him a time to be home by because apollo’s usually such a good boy, but he starts worrying about her so klavier drops him off home (going slow so he can enjoy the feeling of apollo clinging to him) and apollo doesn’t want the night to end either, so he fumbles a lil getting off and looks at the ground and shyly asks if klavier wants to spend the night, not like that, not anything sexual, but if he wants to stay he’s more than welcome
  • klavier might not have any family and would just be going back to his empty apartment and he doesn’t want to do that, he wants to stay with apollo, so he accepts and tries not to wake everyone up in the entire house as they tiptoe up the stairs
  • klavier borrowing some of apollo’s older clothes and being so pleased that he’s going to smell like apollo in the morning and he has literally the best night’s sleep he’s ever had because apollo was there, and apollo leaned forward and kissed him sweetly and chastely and thanked him for the perfect night
  • i screm
“It was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice. “

And now, for some thoughts on Michiru and duty that aren’t just me sobbing and going “Michi-hi-ruuuuuu.”

Michiru Kaioh believes in nothing, and for most of her life, that’s served her very well. She’s simply pulled along in her life, doing what she should do, what she’s meant to do, just a stick in the stream of her own life.  

From the time she was little, any aptitude, any small gift that she displayed, was immediately groomed into a True Talent, something her parents could look at and say, “Yes, OUR DAUGHTER, the violin virtuosa. Did you know she’s playing in a concert next month? The headliner, of course.” “Oh yes, that’s just a flyer for Michiru’s next gallery exhibition, you know, at the last a few pieces were purchased for the museum’s collection, but we’ve come to expect that from OUR DAUGHTER.”

She is another jewel in the crown, like all the other expressions of wealth.

Did she ever love art? Music? Who can say, maybe it’s that she’s done them for so long, they are now a part of her, and she can never shake it. There’s a comfort in them, something she succeeds at effortlessly, something that makes her and her family look remarkable.

It is almost no surprise to her when the burden of being a Senshi is dropped in her lap. She will be remarkable, through no choice of her own. She will do the job she is meant to do. Play the concerto. Paint the canvas. Save the world. They can make her do it, but they cannot make it touch her. She owns her own heart. She hopes.

When she sees Haruka, the feeling is almost uncomfortable. Is this what it is to DESIRE? To WANT? This is not a thing her parents can give her, this is not a thing anyone has decided for her, Haruka is the first thing she’s ever wanted for herself. When Haruka rejects her, the taste of failure is like poison in her mouth.

She should, by rights, feel guilty when Haruka is revealed to be Sailor Uranus. But if Haruka will not allow her to love her, she can protect her, she reasons. It’s not selfish to want her to take up the mantle. If she was domed from the start, why shouldn’t Haruka be? Why should she suffer alone, always alone?

She will regret this, later, when desire deepens into love. When Haruka loves her back, and not for what she can do, but simply for being Michiru Kaioh.

But regret or not, Haruka’s love gives her a star to steer by. She has One True Thing, pure and untouched by anyone else. No one told her to love Haruka. In fact, the more legalistic of the Senshi might call it a dereliction of duty, a distraction.

She doesn’t care. She’s never cared.

Haruka believes in the dream, in the calling, and it’s beautiful. She fights for a future she believes in, a princess who is the soft and innocent person Haruka never got a chance to be, she fights to be good and brave and noble. Michiru is, in some ways, jealous of her ability to  have such dreams, such loyalties.

Michiru fights for Haruka. For Haruka’s dreams. For dreams she can never have for herself.

If you asked, point blank, if she would save Usagi, if it came down to her and Haruka, I am sure she would mention her duty to the Senshi, to her princess, to the future. How very important it all is, and she does not take that lightly.

Most people would take that as a yes, of sorts.

But Michiru realizes she’s dodged the question. For whatever her other flaws might be, she doesn’t like to lie boldly.

And she’s not sure.

The most honest Michiru has ever been when was she risked the world and told an enemy that “a world without Haruka isn’t worth saving.” The girls all assumed she knew. Michiru’s so clever, so elegant I’m sure she could read that guy like a book. Even Haruka tells her how impressed she is. Michiru just smiles her delicate, closed-mouth smile.

She knew a lot of things, at that moment, it’s true.

She knew that if she watched the life drain from Haruka, the world would be dead anyhow. Every flower would be a funeral bouquet, every child’s laughter would turn to sobbing, and the violin would play only elegies. She knew that the world would be covered in ash, and Michiru’s soul rent like a cheap garment, the moment Haruka took her last breath. And so, it didn’t matter if the world died with her.

The sea without the wind is a dead thing, on which no man can travel. That was what she knew.

Things were easier when she was untouchable. It’s terrifying, to have something to lose.

She is the weak link in the chain, and she knows it. She wonders how many others do. Rei, maybe, but every time she’s tried to say something Michiru turns things back around on her, so she simply stopped. Pluto, almost certainly, though she seems to accept it with the same calm resignation she’s accepted everything in her long life.

The sound of Haruka’s voice haunts her, a little bit. “I just believe in you.” Sappy, misguided,–and honest. True. It was Haruka in a nutshell, that moment. She could only look at her, could not bring herself to shake her head, to tell her that her faith was better placed elsewhere, that Michiru is nothing worth believing in.

She would let the world burn, the future die, and none of it would matter to her, if she could have Haruka. She would happily dance cheek to cheek as the world ended, rather than choose a future where Haruka wasn’t. She is no hero, and does not claim to be. Haruka is her one great selfishness, the one shackle she has chosen for herself, and she holds to it like a fanatic to her God.

Nobody ever speaks of them in Crystal Tokyo. Haruka doesn’t notice the absence.

She tightens her grip on her henshin wand, and it digs a line into her palm.

It Doesn't Matter What Others Tell You, It's What You Believe That Counts

I can’t begin to tell you how much I love my dash on Tumblr. Every morning, before I start my day, I take a peek to see what everyone in this phenomenal fandom has been up to while I was sleeping and I can’t help but smile. The fanart is jaw-dropping, the fanvids are heart-wrenching, and now that I’ve started reading fanfic, I’m finding so many that are addictive. What I particularly enjoy is the down-to-earth responses and metas written by the bloggers I follow. They answer with such raw honesty that I fall in love with them every morning, all over again.

I’m not a fan of the blogger who tells you what you want to hear. I do not mean that to be offensive to those bloggers or disrespectful in anyway; it’s merely my personal preference. I like to keep it real (except when reading fanfiction, or writing my wishlist for Olicity, or imagining what Oliver and Felicity are really saying when they engage in eye frakking…huh, maybe I don’t like to keep it real……JK). I’m also not that blogger who is going to tell you what you want to hear. I’m going to tell you what I believe and how you take it, whether you believe with me or choose not to, is entirely up to you. And you will never hear me say that anyone who believes differently is wrong. Who are we to say that the belief or opinion of someone else is wrong? We may disagree, but that’s okay and no one should be belittled for having a different viewpoint. Our viewpoints are what make this fandom so rich in ideas and theories of where the show is going. So, no, I will never say someone else’s opinion is just wrong. Of course, that philosophy does not apply to Lauriver fans. They are just wrong. I kid. Sort of.

When it comes to the issue of whether Olicity is endgame, it is my opinion that it is an entirely subjective issue. We cannot know what is in the minds of the EPs or what their long-term plan is for these two beloved characters. Marc Guggenheim said that they always have a plan in place but that they need to leave room to deviate from the plan. I think that is the case with Olicity. Do I believe Olicity is endgame? With all my heart. Can I guarantee you that Olicity is endgame? Nope. But I can tell you why I believe they are endgame and you can either believe with me or look for someone to make you a guarantee.

Those of you who have followed me for some time know that I did not ship Olicity until this scene played out:

And it wasn’t until Episode 1 of Season 2 that Olicity started vying for OTP status against Mulder and Scully. In fact, I was quite torn. Can you have more than one OTP? I decided I could, especially since one show is no longer on the air (dear God, if they do another movie I will be certifiable.). Especially after this scene (sorry, not the one of him rescuing her. This said so much more to me!)

Season 1 established Original Team Arrow and a deep, friendship between Oliver and Felicity. Yes, it was filled with sexual innuendos, Felicity staring at Oliver as he worked out, and an electric charge that just hummed in every scene they had together but most of that was on Felicity’s side. Oliver was still too focused on the notebook and (leans over desk to gag into trash can) Laurel. As one reviewer said about her, Felicity was us; she epitomized the fan reaction to Oliver’s utter hotness and sex appeal. But in Season 2, that awareness started to shift. For me, I saw bits of it in episode one. Especially when Felicity shows him the improvements she made to The Foundry. The look on his face when he saw the improvements and then the bow:

And I will forever believe, regardless of what anyone else says, that the one cup of coffee scene was when Oliver began to (pardon the pun) smell the coffee, not enough to for that “light bulb” moment, but enough to stare at her longer than usual.  And it wouldn’t be the last time Oliver would look at Felicity in that way or that Felicity would offer comfort in a way only Oliver would accept.

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As the season progressed, my belief and faith that Oliver and Felicity were endgame continued to take root. It solidified into something more concrete, especially with scenes like this:

But this:

The epic rage on Oliver’s face as he kills the man who threatened Felicity’s life, my God, I actually flinched (and still do) when I saw this and thought to myself that this is a man too stupid to realize he is in love. And then the crafty director captured this:

Make some room Mulder and Scully, Olicity are taking up residence.

The incredible, and undeniable, chemistry between the actors translates into their characters almost magically. Yes, we talk about chemistry all the freakin’ time when it comes to these two, but really what other word captures how much their scenes absolutely freakin’ sizzle regardless of what they are discussing? Their combined charisma and the intensity they lend their scenes together is what gives an added dimension to Arrow. It is what gives it more depth beyond a crime-fighting superhero show. It’s the very heart and soul of the show (this in no way detracts from Diggle’s importance. That is a post outside of Olicity because Diggle is more to me than someone who ships Olicity).

So I believed.  And every week the writers and producers gifted me with more reasons to believe. I will never forget the scene where Oliver apologizes to Felicity for being an asshat to her in 2.10. To comfort her about Barry, Oliver muses that perhaps Barry is dreaming of her. When Felicity starts to use logic and medical studies, Oliver gently stops her and this:

But I think we can all agree that this moment in the mansion, was never truer than it was at that moment.

Every plan must have room for deviation and I think it is quite clear that the producers are deviating from their original love interest plan. Will that deviation continue? I really don’t know. Only Marc and company can tell us that. But with moments like this between Oliver and Felicity:

 And this:

 And then this:

And finally:

I believe, with all my soul, that when all is said and done, it will be Oliver and Felicity. There is no other choice to make. Sinceriously.

if you say there is no God, then why are you devoting your life to proving he doesn't exist?

asked by radicalseeking 

First of all, I am hardly devoting my life to it.  I spend maybe 15 to 30 minutes a day on this stuff on an average day, maybe an hour or two on a busier day, and probably half my days devoting zero energy to it whatsoever.  Most of my life involves being a librarian and a good father and that kind of stuff.  Virtually none of my friends even know that I’m an agnostic atheist.

Secondly, the question of an all powerful god is freaking fascinating.  Just because I find no evidence for one doesn’t make the question any less interesting.  I like to play what if scenarios in my head involving what a being of infinite knowledge would be like.  (And one of the most important answers that I come up with is that this god would be absolutely nothing like the one found in the judeo-christian-islamic religions).

Third, just because I don’t believe that there is a god does not mean that there are not many, many others who DO believe in a god.  And the ones who do believe are often trying to make laws regarding their beliefs (abortion, creationism in schools, prayers in schools, vouchers for religious education, churches violating the separation of church and state by making political statements from the pulpit) etc.  That others believe in a god affects my life on a daily basis, and I ignore this at my own peril.

Fourth, I could just as well ask people why they like watching football or golf or poker if they never play the game themselves.  The answer is because they enjoy it.  For me, it’s kind of a hobby.

Fifth, I am continuously flabbergasted by incredible inconsistencies and irrationalities that people accept without question.  It’s kind of like picking at a wound.  I see something and say, “YES!  This!  This is something else that makes absolutely no sense, yet more than half the planet believes in it!  Just look at this thing!  It’s so incredibly obviously crazy, yet people buy into it unquestionably!  How can they do that??”

And so on.  I could probably list another half dozen reasons why I run my blog (I love to teach people, I love talking about science and skepticism, etc.).  The one reason that you may be looking for is because I secretly believe in a god.  This is unquestionably not true.  The thing is, I have no real dislike of the idea of a god.  If there were a god I would have no problem accepting that whatsoever.  But the fact remains that there is absolutely zero evidence for a god, and a good deal of negative evidence for the existence of the one(s) from the judeo-christian-islamic traditions.

So, at that, I wish you peace and a good day.  :)

~ Steve

funghoulies  asked:

he doesn't remember falling in love with Steve in 1936, but he remembers it it 2014

there’s a little guy that always sits beside you and he has a name that suits his smile but you have no idea what it is or how except for the fact you can’t look away. if it weren’t for his wide blue eyes one might suppose he were frail but that was just what they all wanted to think. he had a pretty great smile there too. the newspapers talk about big things, chancellors in germany and ministers in england — and you ain’t gotta care about it because you’re here and alive. you laugh until it hurts, until you remember bright flashes of light and something about the dodgers. there’s music and dancing and you remember what a milkshake tastes like. it’s been 78 years.

his name is steve rogers and you don’t know why you wanted to kiss him that night.

—-

bucky watches steve move through the kitchen with his bare feet scuffing against the floor and a toothbrush still dangling out of his mouth. it’s disgusting, really, in a way that shouldn’t be endearing but some things didn’t change even though he wasn’t sure what. sunday mornings are the only day when they aren’t out of bed by 6 AM and running down constitution avenue and laying in bed with eyes wide open an additional four hours was tedious. he almost hated sundays.

“you wanna go anywhere today?” steve asks from the window, looking at nothing in particular beyond the lag of traffic thanks to tourists roaming downtown. “always the national botanical if we’re really desperate.”

bucky shakes his head slowly at first then with more confidence. there are more questions today that needed their answers at home (this was home right?) and they had no place surrounded by humidity and plant-life. “no.” he replies dryly. “we should…stay here.”

steve catches onto the caution in his voice naturally, something he was grateful for. he nods slowly, blinking his eyes but smiling as he brushes his teeth again. smiling was good, he liked seeing that again. again? “here it is.” he spits tooth paste into the sink and rinses it clean before walking over to the sofa and sitting beside him.

there’s that smile still and it matches the little guy he remembers, nearly same everything. almost perfect save for the obvious changes but the eyes stayed the same. bucky watches him sideways, maybe too long before casting his attention elsewhere, anywhere. “it was 1936 and the dodgers lost that game back then, didn’t they? to the fuckin’ giants.”

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So, You're Thinking About Joining Tumblr (a work in progress)
  • 1: You must have a tagged/me, tagged/gpoy, tagged/my+face, etc. even if you don't leave a link on your page or as part of your theme.
  • 2: If you send anonymous hate then you honestly are not even mature enough for Tumblr, which is really, *really* saying something.
  • 3: If you send anonymous uplifting, supportive, or mildly flirty messages, you are the salt of the earth.
  • 3: If you post something that you yourself did not actually create, source that shit. Do it. No excuses.
  • 4: It's your own blog, post whatever you damn well please. People don't have to look at it. Don't be afraid to block people. Be as private or open as you're comfortable with. Your tumblr is your place, not anybody else's.
  • 5: Don't out or dox ANYONE. EVER. FOR ANY REASON. DO NOT DO THAT. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? NO! BAD!
  • 6: If someone sends you nudes, it is understood that you aren't supposed to share them with anyone (let alone everyone) unless you're given explicit permission. (Also, exercise caution when you send nudes.) Depending on where you live, it's actually a crime for you to disseminate nude or partially nude pictures of women without their permission. (I don't know if the same is true for nude/partially nude protections for men, but I know for a fact that
  • 7: Don't believe everything you read, even if it's presented with pretty pictures and fancy graphics. It's easy to lie with statistics (like, crazy easy). Please exercise caution and discernment, within reason. Check sources to see if they're fishy before you believe claims that set off your BS alarm.
  • 8: Sometimes it's okay if you offend someone, because they're basically just a bundle of nerve endings instead of a reasonable person, and almost no matter what you do it'll be offensive to them. That being said, never go out of your way to harass or offend someone. Come on. Be the better person. Ignore them if they're just egging you on.
  • 9: Being racist is never okay. It really isn't. It has never been okay, despite social norms through the ages. Discriminating against people and harassing them due to immutable facts of their biology (the color of their skin, their gender, their sexuality, disabilities or proclivities, etc.), where they were born, or their deeply held spiritual/religious beliefs is not just uncool, it's wrong. Reevaluate your life and your worldview if you think it's okay to do those things.
  • 10: Beware nightblogging. Do not fall into that trap. It is a slippery slope. This site is wonderful and beautiful and terrifying and terrible, but it is not worth losing a wink of sleep over. Nightblogging doesn't just hurt you, it hurts those who love you.
  • 11: Sexuality is a fluid and confusing thing for most people. (Like, a majority, not just a plurality.) If you don't think so, you're probably new to this site. You will name your blog and follow your first blog and think you're the straightest guy or gal that ever was or will be. A few months of scrolling through hot people of all sexes and genders later, someone will ask you what your sexuality is, and you'll be like "??????" You like what you like, that's cool. Don't feel ashamed for not falling perfectly into some silly, rigidly defined Sexuality, and certainly don't let it define you. You're gay? Cool! You're straight? Good for you! You're bisexual? You're not confused or greedy, everyone else just fears what they cannot understand! You're pansexual? My god, he's having sex with our pans! You're asexual? Awesome, I respect that about you! (The "A" in LGBTQA+ doesn't stand for "Allies", ya dingus.) You don't know what your sexuality is called? Doesn't matter. It's yours. It changes and evolves and morphs and probably involves more kinks than you'll admit to having or even know you have yet. (Yet.)
  • 12: LGBTQA+ is kind of long and cumbersome and seems like a mouthful at first, but it's better for everyone if you spend 5-10 minutes familiarizing yourself with it and coming to accept it. (Didn't make a dick joke here, but I definitely thought about it.)
  • 13: Sex gifs are going to happen to you. They are going to happen to you in the safety of your own room in the dark in the middle of the night, and they are going to happen to you in broad daylight out in public. "Puppies to porn in seconds" is not a joke, it's a fact of life on this site. That's not necessarily bad, it's just something you should keep in mind if you're going to scroll through your dash in your place of worship or on the bus or in the middle of a family reunion, etc.
  • 14: Superwholock is a thing. Consider yourself warned. Steel yourself. No one is safe.
  • 15: The memes. Oh God, the memes.
  • 16: Subcultures are cool. Or scary. Instead of bashing a subculture for no reason, why not spend that time doing something constructive (like your homework) or invest it in a subculture that you do enjoy.
  • 17: Don't ask me what Homestuck is, I have literally no idea.
  • 18: For you to understand that referential all humor is, I need. I need this because of reasons.
  • 19: Don't be afraid to make friends on Tumblr. Yes, they can be real friends, who you will love and cherish. You will develop inside jokes with them, you will take truly, horrifyingly ugly selfies and share them with each other. You will cry on each other's shoulders (probably over a beloved fictional character experiencing difficulties, but also because of life and how much it sucks sometimes). Maybe you'll skype with them. Maybe you'll get drunk and maybe send them some texts that you shouldn't have. Or pictures. Or videos. Or large sums of cash. But you're real friends and you'll laugh it off (maybe in a forced, awkward sort of way, but you'll still laugh it off). Unfortunately, they probably live 1,000 miles away. And you'll both get busy and maybe not talk with each other as much anymore and fall out of touch for a little. That's okay. Everything's going to be okay, buddy. Drop them a message in their ask box, even if it's 4AM and you just remembered how much you love your stupid perfect useless beautiful derpy tumblr friend, and say hi. The beauty of the internet is that people can get in touch anywhere, any time (even if you have to wait for their time to be right for them). And maybe they ignore your message, or it's lost in the shuffle and they never see it. You'll lose friends too, and that's hard (like, really fucking hard), but learning how best to cope with that is extremely important for living a successful life. You can take something away from any experience. You'll be okay.
  • 20: There's plenty more, but I can't think of anything at the moment.