#others can say it more elequently

[the-nada-thing]

something something the water symbolism in six of crows how Wylan and Kaz rose from water reborn from the life they used to live / how the storm at sea brought Nina and Matthais together / how it was poisoned well water that killed Jesper’s mother / how Inej was brought across the sea as a slave and returned to it as master / the last line ‘her heart was a river that carried her to the sea’

#six of crows #inej #kaz #wylan #jesper #matthais #nina #others can say it more elequently #but I think about this 28/7 #sigh #and the switch between how the water was a force that destroyed so much #and yet in the end it fixed so much

[marilynmonroefanfics]

Being Wonder Women's son...

First of all you are Diana's son, which means you are a Prince by birth and also a God.

You don't have a father since well...Diana created you.

It's a long story.

But anyway, from a young age you were treated with all the perks that come with being a royal.

Your mother made sure you had the best education.

You learned Mathematics, History, Astrology, Philosophy and many other subjects.

You are also fluent in Latin and Greek.

The people of Themyscira love you.

Especially your grandmother Hippolyta, though her strong and worrior personality might be intimidating, she as a soft spot for you.

"Y/N my boy, please pay attention."

As mentioned before you are a God, more precisely the God of Nature.

Your sweet and kind personality fits the concept of nature perfectly.

You can control nature and the classic elements, earth, fire, water, air and aether.

You contrast with the warrior personality of the Themysciran people, but that's why they love you.

You're different, you're a person of peace which is really weird, since your mother is the Goddess of war herself.

Even though you're very powerful, you don't like fighting

You are very elequent and possess the gift of oratory.

Which is why you are the diplomat between the Gods.

You have managed to prevent Athena and Ares from killing each other several times.

Apollo kind of as a crush on you.

He even composed a melody in your honor, it's called "Y/N, the jewl of the universe."

I mean can you blame him? You're just so kind and sweet not to mention beautiful.

But Diana doesn't like it,

You have a beautiful and smooth singing voice and Aphrodite is jealous of you.

Even Zeus likes you, I don't know if that's good or bad since he has a history of not being a good lover.

Most of his lovers ended up dead so...yeah.

When Diana introduced you to the Justice League members they lost their shit.

"Greetings I'm Y/N, prince of Themyscira."

They couldn't understand how a person like you could ever be from Themyscira.

"So...he's your son Diana?" asked Barry.

"Yes, he is."

They eventually asked you to join them.

You didn't want to, but your mother convinced you.

"Y/N, please do it!"

You went by the name of Lux Naturae, which means "Light of Nature" in Latin.

I know it's a bit corny but your mother picked the name.

She says you're her light and you give her hope.

Diana is a Mama Bear.

One time you got badly injured, and she was pissed.

"I'm gonna kill whoever did this to my son!"

She just wants to protect her baby.

They had to hold her down, because she wanted to kill the bastard when they found him.

"Diana calm down!" said Superman.

She showers you with love and is a very proud mom.

You sang "I Am What I Am" for your school's talent show, she was clapping so hard.

"That's my baby right there!"

Diana just loves so much.

She takes care of you when your sick.

Doesn't want you to leave your bed.

She's your mother and she wants to protect you at all coasts.

Also Arthur Curry as a big crush on you.

#x male reader #justice league #justice league x male reader #wonder woman #wonder woman x male reader #headcanons #headcanons x male reader #son male reader #diana prince #diana prince x male reader #male reader

[lena-imzadi-221b]

Yup welcome to the club of I've got long multi chapter fics simmering in my head but I saw a thing, heard a song and oops my fingers slipped....

Fingers slowly travelled from his back to his side, grabbing a handful of his white dress shirt as Lando seemed to hold on for dear life. They were standing close, too close. His whole right side was engulfed by a tipsy Lando, his eyes impossibly close. Those glazed over big colour of the universe eyes staring right into his soul. He took the dare presented to him as he watched Lando's mouth fall open lazily, tongue darting out, licking...waiting.

"Dios mio Lando! Ok, my turn. What does love mean to you. The word, the feeling?"

The younger man frowned, swayed against him, grabby fingers letting go of his shirt, landing on his lower back, drawing circles with his fingers, tapping, stopping, holding on again. Did he realize he was being so extremely touchy...with him no less...in a club full of random drunk people...in almost darkness hidden away in a private corner behind a curtain where the deep beats filled him up and made this whole situation seem even more ridiculous. How did they end up behind a very soft velvet curtain anyway?

"Love? I guess it's about wanting to do everything together, sharing and accepting to feel really comfortable with each other. To make each other smile when life sucks, to want to see their love in their eyes like you just gave them the moon you know. Wanting to be with someone even if the world would be against it, even when it's...a feeling of warmth and feeling safe with them...but sometimes it hurts so much cause you want to be with them and you love them so much it hurts cause you can't...."

The words were almost pleading, yearning. For what? Or even who?

Lando blinked, frowned, shook his head and before Carlos could ask more, felt Lando's soft curls brush half his face, hot breath against his cheek, neck. "What is love to the great muppet Carlos Sainz?"

Without warning Lando's lips and nose pressed against his cheek, arm around his neck and he stumbled back as a couple had danced into the thick curtain and bumped into them pushing Lando against him. Carlos wrapped an arm around Lando's waist to steady him as the couple yelled a giggly drunk apology through the curtain and moved away. "Wow sorry, they just-" But Carlos shook his head and smiled, squeezing Lando against him before letting go.

Like a magnet Lando was back sticking to his side, no wandering hands this time, he was fidgetting. A question. Waiting. Oh right. "So love ey. To me a bit the same as you very elequently said-" that got him a snort from the younger man with a smile nonetheless and twinkling eyes on top "- it's also about filling someone's empty spaces. Wanting to hold onto someone. It's not about taking and keeping, it's about letting go and see what comes back. Providing a place where you can be yourself and the other person doesn't have to be afraid to be the person they are, even when they are not at their best. And when they are not you want to do everything you can to fill those places that are lacking so they can become their best. And you do that willingly for as long as you can and as long as you are allowed to be by that person's side."

Lando's looking at his hands, his adams apple going up and down and Carlos has to lean closer to hear what he says.

"If that is love to you then...you love me." His voice due to the music was still loud but it sounded so far away and when Lando's eyes meet his, Carlos is stunned into silence. He couldn't look away, stuck in a trap he laid out for himself. Slowly, he reached out for Lando, fingers tentavily grabbing onto the other's fingers. Grabbing harder, pulling Lando even closer to him. He kept his gaze sharp, focused and nodded. "I do."

Lando's eyes widened, lips parted just slightly. There it was. Hanging between them. No going back.

"Thank you."

Ok. That wasn't the response he was expecting. Who says 'thank you' after a decleration like that?

He felt Lando take a shaky breath, hands squeezing his. He'd somehow forgotten he was still holding Lando's small hands. "Sorry, that's not-" Lando gestured between them with his hand now leaving his hand limp by his side. He's sorry for what? His response? What was going on between them? Regrets? Leaving? Not what?

Lando's voice cracked as he tried again but tears well up in his eyes, Carlos felt him shaking all over. Instinctively Carlos reached over and wrapped his arms around Lando. He feels the tug of his shirt as Lando clenches his fists at the fabric at his sides and the weight of Lando's head as he hides his face into the crook of Carlos' neck. Eventually he felt Lando wrap his arms around him too, stepping so close there was no more space between them. He felt him take a deep breath and he had to concentrate to hear Lando over the loud music.

"Carlos, you are an amazing person, you're so talented, you're such a good driver, better than you think, so much better than anyone gives you credit for. Being your team mate those two years have been the most rewarding thing I've ever done in years. Ever. The best time. I owe you so much. So much. Why do you keep up with me? Why me?"

Carlos sighed into Lando's hair. "I told you, because I love you."

"I know." Lando murmered against his collar bone, he felt lips against his neck.

Carlos' love is like Agape. It's selfless. It is about giving and doing for someone else, even if time would bring it to an end eventually, even if there's no payoff. Lips pressed against his cheek, the corner of his mouth and Carlos turned his head slightly and felt Lando's lips, gently, on his. He tightens their embrace. His heart's in his throat when he pressed into Lando's lips and he felt him melt into him.

Lando brings a hand up to the side of his neck and gently brushes his thumb along his earlobe as he tilts his head and kisses Carlos back fully. It send a shiver down his spine. He's feeling lightheaded and dazed and he needs a moment so he pulls back. But Lando has other plans, hand behind his head, fingers in his hair, he pulls Carlos back in, lips gently parted. When Lando pulls back, he touches his forehead to Carlos'. He exhales heavily, eyes closed. "Sorry, I-"

Carlos moved, nuzzling the side of Lando's nose with his own, then carefully nips at Lando's bottom lip. Lando tips his head back to meet and sigh into Carlos' full lips. The kiss is slow and sensual. He feels Lando cup his cheek and deepens the kiss. This is-

Lando licks his lower lip and he opens for him. It's intense and raw. He savours the taste of Lando's tongue sliding against his own. Heaven.

Before long their breathing becomes uneven, their kisses desperate and needy. "Lando?" Carlos asks hoarsly between kisses. Lando pulls back and bumps his forehead to Carlos' shoulder. Both trying to get their breathing back to normal.

Lando leans back and gazes at him, surprisingly more steady on his feet. "We made each other a better part of ourselves. You filled up empty space I didn't know I had or was even possible to.... I'm just really glad I met you and you want to share your life and these moments with me. I want to give you a place for you with me for as long as you would let me."

Carlos smiled at the tears being reflected back to him as he felt his own forming. "Is that your way of saying that Lando muppet Norris may love me as much as I love him?"

Lando looked at him through his eyelashes, tilting his head, that look that got him out of so many things and made Carlos love him a little bit more every time. "They say milk and chilli do go well together...." They giggled but Lando's expression turned serious as he nodded maybe more to himself. "I love you, I truly do. Maybe we can take this slowly and see what adventures we'll go on?"

Carlos smiled lovingly. "Let's have our first date tomorrow evening, yeah?"

"You mean this wasn't a date? Huh could've sworn this evening started with you not being able to keep your hands off of me and getting yourself so tipsy because you couldn't deal with being in love with your friend and looking for some courage to hint at it but failing miserably."

Looking lovingly at Lando, Carlos laughs out loud. "My muppet friend, you never cease to make me happy. You want to grab another drink and have a dance or come to my place, watch a movie, kick your ass in FIFA and make a midnight snack?"

Lando giggled and entwined their hands, pulling Carlos towards the exit, leaning against him. "Let's go home, I'm in the mood for cuddling, a nice horror movie so you can keep me safe and that midnight snack."

"Yeah home. Hey I thought you wanted to take us slowly?" Carlos winked and waggled his eyebrows. He was rewarded by a high pitched giggle. "I will in a few dates but I'm actually really hungry."

"That's what I was saying!"

"Stop!" Another heartfelt giggle.

"I'll never stop Mi Vida."

🧡❤

#carlando #i needed this #now i can go to sleep #hope it brings a smile on someone's face #makes you forget a shitty mood or moment or day #it always gets better #i promise #you deserve to be here #reading this proves you are not alone

[douwatahima]

okay tumblr has started recommending supernatural group chats to me so i'm making one more post about this and then i am DONE lol.

i know a lot of people are pissed about the finale primarily due to the destiel of it all and first off let me say that is valid as fuck. they literally had cas confess his romantic feelings to dean only for it to essentially mean nothing. on top of that, they didn't even have the decency to have cas, a main character, in the finale. that being said, an added destiel scene wouldn't have fixed the finale for me because, personally, that wasn't my main problem. let me tell you what was.

this entire season has been about sam and dean finally being able to get their happily ever after. for a decade and a half these two characters have been put through the ringer over and over, lost countless loved ones, endured tons of trauma that they never properly deal with or even talk about and finally, finally, the show gives them a tangible representation of all that that they can defeat and finally get to have the lives they want. and they do it! they beat the bad guy! their lives are theirs! and then what happens? dean immediately fucking dies.

dean has been fighting, maybe harder than anyone, for his chance at freedom this season and he was ready to take it. while sam was looking for new cases, dean was looking up a pie festival. he spent his mornings cuddling his dog and his afternoons filling out job applications. he was ready to retire and move on to other things that would make him happy. maybe he would get a house, maybe he would have a partner (maybe cas, maybe someone else), maybe he would still hunt on the weekends. he had endless options, a whole life just waiting to be lived, and he never got to live it. and i know the episode tried to paint his death as a fine thing because dean says its his time and he's cool with it but it just rings hollow when the show paints dying and getting to go to heaven as the true happy ending for a character who's just now getting to live.

and then there's sam. look i know more people are cool with sam's ending because at least jared liked it but, uh, jared is wrong lol. sam fought for his ending too and what does he get? his brother dies in his arms and he lives a miserable life missing him. he gets a wife that is so irrelevant that her face is blurred out. he gets to sit in the impala decades later and continue mourning dean. he gets to die with no one there but his son, the pictures on the wall showing none of sam's found family are still important enough to him to be there. and then, only then, is he allowed to have his happy ending because he's fucking dead.

look, there was a time when one of the brothers dying for the other could've been a good ending. i still look back fondly on swan song and if the show had ended there i think it would've made a good finale. but after so much time building to a happily ever after you can't pull something like this and have it be narratively satisfying. you can't have a whole season about the joy of getting to choose how you live only for the characters to only find happiness in death. this felt like the harry potter epilogue. a tacked on finale that would've worked fine back in the early days but that the characters and the story had long since outgrown. they deserved better.

dean deserved better.

sam deserved better.

and you know what? we deserved better too.

(cas also clearly deserved better but other people have already said what i would've much more elequently so...you know)

#tv: supernatural #spn #supernatural #i wrote out this whole post and then accidentally deleted it and had to write it again so rip me

[theredquilt]

My head is full of thoughts on the ''controvesy'' over people not commenting on Ao3. I left some rambles in some notes (like I do, I apologise) but I have more thoughts.

So there's the embarrassment. That can take many forms. Reading fanfic at all can be embarrassing, reading smut, reading particular types of smut, it's vulnerable in a way. What if someone sees you've enjoyed it and then comes for you?

There's the 'having nothing to say'. It seems pointless just reapeating what 20 other people have said, it seems weird just saying the same thing over and over. If you're not very elequent it can, again, seem embarrasing just saying 'thank you' or 'thats hot'.

There's the 'not wanting to intrude/insert yourself' feeling. If people are interacting and you are not part of the friend group it maybe feels like you're sticking your nose in. Again, embarrassing.

There's the 'this person is amazing and must know it', like tellin the sun it's a bit hot. Whats the point. No one cares for your lowly opinion.

There’s the ‘is it weird to comment on a fic that’s x years old?’ Is it like trawling through someones social media? Is it creepy in the same way?

I just feel like there are a lot of unwritten rules and people are inherantly nervous about getting things wrong.

I don't know.

#i will try to comment/comment more #i just have thoughts #also I dont like reading things that arent finished #its stressful

[themasterisathirsttrap]

How would all the masters react to someone calling em "daddy" (yes including Michelles!!) Midorgasm??

I thought about this for way too long.

Mildly NSFW under the cut +

The bonus nobody asked for

Dhawan!Master

Been over this a bit in other posts

Would be very cheeky and playful about it

May tease you, but also more amused and turned on than angry

Will make you say it again

Accidentally realizes he’s into it

Still prefers Master, but damn it’s a close second

Simm!Master

Maybe a little into it as Harold Saxon

Mostly because he thinks earth kinks are facinating

Anything that insinuates general playful naughtiness, he’s usually into

Surprised, but also finds it unexpectedly hot

He knows the connotation is still more the dom role there, so he’s not disappointed

EoT!Master is much more into being called Master, but also again, more into the power dynamics than the title

Thinks it’s especially funny due to the inevitable 1000+ year age gap, regardless of both of you being adults

Silver!Simm loves it for all previous reasons, but amplified

Missy/ Gomez!Master

Will grin wickedly, and maybe offer an amused laugh,

She’ll kiss you hard and hold your throat as her other hand teases you

And immediately will press you to say it again

Super into it in the moment

But don’t push it

She’ll inevitably be quick to remind you who your Mistress is

Ainley!Master

Isn’t sure if he heard you right at first

But you can tell by the way his breath catches and you feel him physically reacting to it that he isn’t bothered

He likely wouldn’t have asked you to call him that on his own

But damn he’s surprised how into it he is

Won’t stop to point it out, but will intensify his efforts to make you writhe in pleasure for him to see if you’ll say it again

Will become very focused to see what else he might be able to draw out of you for a later time

Delgado!Master

Might literally make him blush

Not particularly a kink for him, but he wants to make you happy

He’s usually so composed and elequent, but he’s truly taken off guard

Briefly worries you just want to be with him just because he’s an older man, but whatever hesitation he has is dispelled by you clinging to him in pleasure

But would never want to feel unwanted or embarrassed so he simply kisses your jaw and you feel his smile against your skin as he continues his movements

“That’s Master, my dear.”

After a moment he doesn’t miss another beat and gets back to focusing on your pleasure and watching you fall apart for him

I know this isn’t technically a canon Master, but I’m obsessed

Whittaker!Master

She’ll make you call her that again

And you won’t forget it

Will absolutely be rougher more consistently to make you say it more often

“Damn right”

#i genuinely got a kick out of thinking this through #whittaker!master #dhawan!master #missy #gomez!master #the master headcanons #simm!master #dhawan master #lemon #delgado!master #ainley master #ainley!master #delgado master #headcanons #missy headcanons #dhawan!master headcanons #master x reader #tw:daddy

[noreasonjustbored]

If You Love Me, Let Me Sleep

Hello peoples!

If you didn’t already know, last week’s episode of HD had me feeling a little upset in the Chenry department. (See previous post with rant about that) Looking through my asks last night, I was inspired by an ask from @riebellion. So thank you for requesting this dialogue prompt forever ago, I’m just getting around to doing it. 😆

Prompt #13: “Dude. It’s three in the morning.”

Tag List:

@mychenrymadness @up-the-tube @heyimtavia @adorkable-blackgirl @henryhearts

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The rhythmic buzzing of her phone against the nightstand is what eventually wakes Charlotte up. Bleary eyed and disoriented she felt around for the device. When she finally disconnected it from the charger and peered at the screen through squinted eyes, she realized that she wasn’t awakened by random notifications from apps. Henry had been calling her repeatedly.

Immediately more alert than before, she sits up against her headboard and clears her throat. Hitting the Call Back button she reaches over to the nightstand again and grabs the bottle of water she leaves there every night. She takes a large swig as the phone dials. The line is mid ring when she hears it get picked up.

“Hello?” Henry’s gravely tone all but whispers.

Swallowing quickly, Char answers, “Hey Hen is everything okay? I see you called me like 5 times but I was sleeping. Does Ray need us for something?”

“No, Ray doesn’t need anything. I was uh...hoping that we could talk.”

“Talk? Dude. It’s three in the morning” Charlotte responds incredulously after glancing at her alarm clock flashing 3:07 in bright red font.

“I know, I know. It’s just that I couldn’t sleep and I really need to talk to you.”

“Can’t this wait until the morning?” Charlotte groans.

“Well as you so elequently informed me. It is the morning.”

“Ha ha. Real cute.”

“Look, please just humor me.”

“OK fine. What’d you wanna talk about?”

“Actually... can we talk in person?”

“Are you serious right now?!” Char whispered shouts.

“I know but I’m kinda...already outside.”

“What?” she asks while throwing the covers over her legs and making her way to the window. Pulling back the curtain, she sees a lanky figure that gives her a stilted wave from their spot below the window.

“What are you doing at my house?”

“I told you that I need to talk to you. Can you please just come down?” he asks. She can see him running his hand through his hair from here.

“Fine” Charlotte huffs. “Give me one second” she says as she backs away and hangs up her pear phone.

Looking around her room she locates her fluffy bunny slippers and slips them on. Then she grabs the first warm article of clothing she sees, a hoodie thrown over her desk chair.

Slipping it over her head, she quickly makes her way down the stairs of her home, careful not to make too much noise. She opens the door and sees that Henry has made his way to the swing on her front porch. He is looking down at the hands in his lap. His thumbs are twirling anxious circles around each other.

Closing the door behind her gently, Charlotte walks over and takes a seat on the opposite end of the swing. Folding one leg beneath her, she turns to face her friend inquisitively. She doesn’t say anything, she figures that he would start since he was the one that interrupted her slumber after all. As she observes his posture, she can feel the nervous energy radiating from him in waves. She places a gentle hand on his knee, hoping to coax him into speech.

He whips his head up at the touch and takes a quick breath in at the sight before him. Taking in every detail, the first thing he makes note of is her hair. She has it up in a style she once told him was called a pineapple, with a satin scarf tied around the front to protect her edges. He sees her eyes, semi-glazed over from the lack of sleep. He notices the oversized blue hoodie that she is wearing, sleeves so long that they cover her hands. She has the bottom situated over her knees.

That’s my jacket. 

Henry stares for a few more seconds, because even just woken up she is beautiful. He gulps and then says the first thing that pops into his mind.

“It looks good on you.”

Giving him a puzzled gaze, Charlotte asks in a sarcastic tone “What looks good on me? Exhaustion?”

Instead of answering verbally, he gestures to her torso.

She glances down at herself and sees that she was wearing Henry’s sweatshirt. She hadn’t even realized it was his in her haste to meet him outside.

“Is this what you woke me up in the middle of the night for?”

He shakes his head then clears his throat. “No. Sorry, I was just distracted by you in my clothes.”

“Why? Did you need this back?” she wonders while starting to pull it up, exposing her toned midriff as her undershirt rides up with the hoodie. He could also now see the small black shorts she was wearing, that were hidden when the garment was on correctly.

“No!” Henry said a touch too loudly while pulling her wrists down to keep her from taking it all the way off. “Keep it. It looks better on you anyway.”

“Okaaayyyy. You’re being really weird Hen” Charlotte states while adjusting the hoodie over her knees once more. “Why are you here?”

Inhaling a deep breath, Henry took the plunge. “Mick Jagger. Are you really dating that guy?”

“That’s definitely not his name. You know his name Henry, you’ve said it.”

“Whatever.”

“Does it matter?”

“It’s just that we didn’t even know that you knew him. Then all of a sudden he’s here. And you’re going on a date? What’s that about?” he asks nervously.

“Well as we discovered earlier, I’ve told you guys several times about Jack. It’s not my fault that you didn’t listen to me.”

“True, it’s just...I feel like we should’ve known that you had a boyfriend.”

“Who said he was my boyfriend?”

“You did, didn’t you?”

“I don’t recall using that particular word.”

“Right. Well does he- does he know about us?”

“Us?”

“Yeah, does he know about...” Henry pauses. “Dream-gate?” he finishes in an exaggerated whisper.

“Dream-gate?” she chuckles. “I thought we decided that those dreams didn’t mean anything.”

“I mean yes- We did. But like, we still- And it was- If I was your-”

“Henry, what is this really about?” Charlotte interrupts his rambling.

“It’s just- what if I want the dreams to mean something?”

Taken aback by his bluntness, Charlotte loses her train of thought. “What do you want them to mean?” she inquires quietly.

Henry slides closer to her. “I don’t know. That we like each other? I mean, I know that I like you.”

She takes some time to truly process his words. “I like you too.”

Henry’s whole face lights up at her declaration. “Really?”

“Really.”

“What about Jack?”

“Who? Oh! Jack. We aren’t together.”

Henry’s face read pure bewilderment. “But what about your date? You fed each other bread earlier.”

“Not real. I just said that to see if it bothered you.”

“Huh. No wonder you guys didn’t have any chemistry” he mumbles under his breath.

“And then when you guys burned down my kitchen-”

Henry winces.

“-and we had to relocate to the ManCave, it was the perfect opportunity to gauge your reaction. I convinced Jack to pretend with me in order to make you jealous.”

“Wow, ok. Because I was confused about you guys supposedly dating this whole time.”

“Yeah, no. Jack’s just a good friend. I do usually cook for him when he visits me though. But it’s only friendly.”

“That makes sense.”

“You know, I prepared Jack for the possibility that you would act snotty towards him. Drop food in his lap, spill his drink on his shirt, that kind of thing.”

“Classic” Henry grins.

“But you didn’t even flinch while you were serving us. I thought I was being delusional about your feelings for me since you didn’t do any of that. You didn’t even seem to care.”

Henry grabs her hands gently. “Of course I cared. I was giving him the stank eye every time you turned your back.”

Charlotte laughs, “For real?”

“Heck yeah. But I couldn’t ruin your date Char. I just wanted you to be happy. Even if it wasn’t with me.”

“Whoa. When did you get so mature?”

“I am a grown man Char.”

Charlotte places a hand on her hip and gives him “the look”.

 After a few moments they break into a fit of giggles. Calming first from their laughing fit, Henry stares at Charlotte with a small smile on his face.

“What?” Char asks when she’s composed herself.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.”

#Chenry #Henry Danger #Charlotte Page #Henry Hart #Charlotte Bolton #Kid Danger #Nickelodeon #Henlotte #Riele Downs #Jace Norman

[80sgaytrashgoblin]

(pulls up to drive thru window) yeah uhhhhh can i get Pidge and Bandor bantering over video games with a side of fries and a large vanilla milkshake

We’re out of fries and milkshakes, but the banter is definitely here. 

Taglist: @queenscene2 and @toastess-with-the-mostess

Ao3 Link: [x]

Pidge and Bandor sat in the mall, sipping on large milkshakes from the shitty food court with their haul. Bandor has a massive allowance due to being a part of the royal family, and Pidge has a steady income of blood money, so they blew it all in a massive spending spree. 

“Just so you know, you’re objectively wrong.” Bandor pointed a fry dipped in ketchup at the Voltron pilot, before shoving it in his mouth. “The Barbarian set is better than the Sheikah set. I mean come on, higher attack?” 

“You’re practically invisible in the Sheikah set though.” Pidge took another long slurp of his milkshake. “There is nothing more satisfying than sneaking up behind a moblin and killing it in one hit.” 

Bandor sneered, sticking another fry in his mouth. “Your brother would agree with me.” 

“Chip thinks the Rubber set is the best set.” 

The two huffed in unison, saying, “Lamo.” 

Pidge made a grabby motion with his hands, and Bandor passed over the fries. He grabbed a handful, then passed them back. “So, you’re a fan of the classics I see.” 

Bandor scoffed. “Of course! They had the best ideas when they were constrained! Nowadays, developers are crushed by the wants of capitalism and just create boring, recycled garbage.” 

Pidge grinned. “Good to see we’re on the same page. Although, I’m not as elequent as you are.” 

“El-eh-quent?” Bandor raised an eye. 

“Shut up.” Pidge rolled his eyes. “You don’t need to be well speaking in order to pilot a giant robot lion.”

“You know.” Bandor tapped his chin with a fry thoughtfully. “You’re life is pretty much a video game. A group of pilots stranded on a strange planet where they need to fend off evildoers? Prime real estate right there.” 

Pidge’s eyes gleamed. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” 

“Call your lawyer. We need to get the Voltron Force licensed.”

“I am my lawyer. Duh. Do you know any programmers?” 

“I am a programmer. Duh.” 

The two of them grinned at each other. “This is gonna be awesome.” 

#80s voltron #dotu #baltdau #my fic #my writing #pidge #bandor #this is an elaborate shitpost #also this friendship is very wholesome

[vredeir]

YOUR PORTRAYAL IS BEAUTIFUL! You capture everything about Ivar so elequently in every respibse from dialog to movement and see into his mind so well. Honestly they should have had you writing him on the show. 👏👏

beep beep how’s my portrayal ?

that  is  incredibly  kind  of  you  to  say,  thank  you  so  much  !  writing  dialogues  is  really  something  i  enjoy  a  lot  on  ivar  because  i  think  there  should  have  been  more  of  those  in  the  show.  ivar  is  one  of  those  characters  who  prove  that  you  mustn’t  be  a  viking  nor  a  shield  -  maiden  to  be  considered  worth.  that  you  can  be  strong  even  though  you  can  not  fight  in  a  shield  -  wall  or  you  prefer  to  not  to  be  fighting  altogether.  regardless  gender,  health  or  anything  else  that  always  seems  to  come  into  play  when  people  make  their  judgments  on  other  people.  ivar  is  that  kind  of  character  with  an  important  representation  and  i  love  to  see  those  moments  in  which  it  becomes  painfully  clear  how  intelligent  he  is  for  as  long  as  he  is  emotionally  stable.  but  i  also  think  i  am  way  too  bias  and  way  too  empathetic  with  ivar.  i  actually like  it  that  he  is  a  rebel,  that  he  is  stubborn  and  determined,  that  he  is  anything  but  a  good  character  concerning  our  moral  standards  nowadays,  but  i  also  dislike  it  how  they  have  forced  ivar  into  the  position  of  a  villain  through  season  5b.  i  will  always  consider  the  first  8  episodes  of  season  5a  among  my  favorites  because  ivar  was  actually  challenging  moralities,  standing  up  to  his  brothers  because  they  did  underestimate  him,  questioned  it  what  evil  means  when,  by  the  end  of  the  day,  they  all  fight  their  wars.  i  could  gush  and  rant  about  it  forever  to  be  honest.  either  way,  i  am  very  grateful  for  all  the  kind  words  and  i  am  so  happy  to  see  the  general  passion  among  the  vikings  rpc  for  all  the  characters  who  all  deserved  better.

#liftedrelics #can't even just say thank you i love you without gushing a little #asdfghjkl #you are wonderful and you are doing amazing #never doubt that #—— II. KEEPSAKE : MATTERS AFTER AND BEFORE / TINY COMPARED TO WHAT LIES WITHIN #—— II. ANSWERED : INFLUENCING FUTURE DECISIONS / LIKE WHISKEY IN THE HANDLE OF A WALKING STICK #—— II. GHOST PROTOCOL : ORGANIZER OF HALF THAT IS EVIL AND / OF NEARLY ALL THAT IS UNDETECTED

[missmentelle]

Hi. I just want to say how inspiring you are for someone who has depression and adhd like myself. I’ve always struggled in school, I had teachers either tell me that I’m gifted but unfocused, or just all together I’m irresponsible and incapable. I recently started treatment and Watching how passionate about your job you are, how you’re at an Ivy League, and how elequent you sound makes me hopeful that I can be at your level one day :)

I had very similar issues in school. I spent most of my grade school years in a very small experimental pilot program for “genius” children on the basis of my IQ test results - IQ tests that were only conducted on me because I was such a terrible student that my teachers suspected I might be learning-disabled. When my results came back with “genius” written on them, my school district assumed that I was doing poorly in school because I was bored; that was definitely part of it, but my school failed to recognize that I was also struggling with ADHD and OCD. Learning and memorizing came easily to me, but the mechanics of school - figuring out what I needed to hand in when, paying attention to instructions, and budgeting enough time for assignments - were completely beyond me, and my grades suffered accordingly. 

Even after being placed in the program, though, I continued to be a terrible student. I didn’t take notes, I constantly handed assignments in late, and I was awful at keeping track of tests and due dates. My backpack was a black hole that permission slips and newsletters disappeared into, never to be seen again. Academic achievement did not seem like something that was in my future - I was the kid who had to stay behind after class to get reamed out by the teacher for turning in half-finished failing assignments, while my classmates seemed to sail right onto the honour roll with minimal effort. I was constantly behind in school, frustrated with myself, and threatened with all kinds of “supports”, like having a teacher’s aide go through my backpack every day or having private meetings with my teacher to find out if my “acting out” was connected to some sort of problem at home. The entire ordeal was humiliating, and I spent most of my childhood feeling that I was doomed to underachievement and low academic performance forever. 

Things only started to turn around for me when I reached my undergraduate degree. I managed to limp my way into a good public university through my parents’ sheer force of will, but when I actually got to university, I found that I was finally in a learning environment that was suited to my needs. The thing that was holding me back in grade school was the immense amount of “busywork” that I needed to do - I was never good at turning in endless worksheets and assignments that tested the same skills over and over again. University courses, on the other hand, tended to have only three deadlines to remember: midterm, final paper, and final. Some classes would have a weekly assignment due at exactly the same time each week. That, I could manage. For the first time, my assignments and tests were really examining my critical thinking, rather than my ability to regurgitate information - I made the Dean’s List every year in undergrad. But the thing that really turned my life around, more than anything else, was not the GPA. It was the confidence that went with it. For the first time in my life, my thinking shifted from “if you’re lucky, you’ll find a job that you can kind of stand, you colossal fuckup” to “hey, maybe you really are a smart person who can make something of your life”. I found subjects I was interested in, and I felt myself take off for the first time. 

Life since then has not all be smooth sailing; I have faced many, many setbacks, rejections and failures. That’s life. The more you strive, the more failure you’re going to get. But I’ve figured out ways to carve out a life that plays to my strengths, and minimizes my weaknesses. I have learned what to prioritize, and what I need to put on the back burner if I’m going to succeed. This is a process that I’m still working on - I am not perfect, and the road ahead of me will continue to be filled with challenges that I won’t always overcome. But I am one person doing my best - despite several psychiatric diagnoses - and I will do everything I can to make the road kinder and gentler for the people who follow behind me. 

[makealicesmile]

Mama, there’s a new Alice up there with you now. She was pretty special - just like you. And she, too, left this world way too early.

There are a lot of people hurting from her loss.

Mama, can you keep an eye out for her? And pass along these words I wish I could share with her in person?

Here’s what I can tell you about this other Alice:

She is crazy smart. The priest during her service more elequently called her competent. A brilliant mind who accomplished great things in the communication industry and changed Nashville - for the better. I remember as an intern at MP&F, looking up to her and hoping to work on a project with her so I could learn her ways. She certainly set an example for me and so many others. I had the pleasure of being her coworker for 10 years - the most formative years of my life. She certainly had an impact on the professional I am today.

She makes time for others. We randomly ran into eachother at Rosemary Beach when we were both vacationing with our families. I was pregnant with Banks, so you were already gone by this time. The next day we met up for coffee and caught up for the longest. I was confused and anxious about what to do professionally and how to balance being a working mom of soon-to-be-three. She listened. She shared. She helped me work through all the doubts and fear. I wish I told her how meaningful that coffee date really was to me. It’s so simple to share words of gratitude with another, yet we hardly ever do…

Her youngest and Zave are the same age. She also has a 15-year-old son. The support from these kids’ schools was immense. Half of the church seemed to be filled with their friends and classmates. It was touching to see such evidence of love and encouragement. Her son called her “the light of his world.” I know she was. I can’t imagine any of my kiddos without me in their lives. I tear up any time I think of those children and all of the moments they will ache for their mama - just like I ache for you.

She has a servant’s heart. She served on more community boards than I can count and volunteered her time for countless organizations. When we worked together, we helped the Nashville YWCA with its Acadmey for Women of Achievemenet event. AWA was all about honoring women who make an impact in the community. Alice continued to serve women in need throughout her life. Her family even asked in lieu of flowers for donations to a foundation dedicated to human trafficking survivors. I know helping others even in her death would make Alice smile.

She brought people together like no other could. Literally. The church was standing room only. The line for visitation was endless. Former coworkers flew in, drove up and over, took off work and changed their schedules to pay tribute to Alice today. I saw people I haven’t seen in 10-plus years, and we all share a common bond through her life and legacy.

On a funny note, Alice is the first entry in my contacts on my phone (I have her labeled with just her email and never got around to changing it.). This means she got a lot of “butt dials” from me over the years. Even a few accidental FaceTime calls. Every time I open my contacts up, I will see her name. And I hope that always reminds me to be a better human than the day before. I think that would certainly make Alice smile.

After such tragedies, we all tend to say we’ll keep in touch. We promise the next time we get together won’t be under such sad circumstances. We stop for a moment and tell our friends and family we love them. We hug. We listen. We just want to be near those who feel the same empty.

I know what would really make Alice smile - both you and her… if we all actually kept those promises. That’s the best way we can honor her, and how I can continue to honor you. ❤️❤️

[post-teen-sadposting]

I think it will always be a struggle for me, it doesn't hurt but it just brings back a flood of memories that remind me of when it was me and I don't want to push that agenda but like I still look back on those memories with great joy and I wonder if you do too. It was weird yknow this whole year felt like one massive ass dream and just recently I woke up and started living my life again instead of playing out some weird alternate. And the whole thing with who I find attractive has been totally fucked recently like is it wrong to really enjoy the time you spend with someone without lusting after their attention? Bc in recent times that is what it has been like, like I dont think I am made to have clingy lovey dovey every minute of the day relationships anymore because in my experience I just get so burnt out that I can't do it for any longer than like 9 months or so. I need that feeling of longing to build until you need to burst into the room. I don't mind if I am not the main part of your entire existance I just want to be a little rock sitting there building longing until we can't hold back anymore, then I think.I could appreciate every moment we spend together. The internet is the bane of love as far as I am concerned. Passion is answered too freely and with effort, longing is soon forgotten without two seconds thought. At the moment I couldn't possibly do another full on relationship, it is just way too much for my soul to manage. Far too sparatic for that jazz, and besides there is too much flying around to get caught up in that mess. For now I shall just fulfill my needs without trying to hurt anyone at all. I am keen for the museum on thursday, I really value that friendship, it really does make me very happy spending time with her, like it always feels very intimate without feeling clingy, it is a really special thing that goes on there. Just a simple one on one interaction. I have no idea what her thoughts are on the situation like does she emjoy it as much as I do. She seems to be just as interested as I am, but is that like a courtesy thing or is that like a genuine interest thing, thats the advantage of purely face to face interactions you dont have a super large sample size of interactions to analyse to you have to look at every single interaction very closely to be able to discern whats going on. The sport of it all is very appealing to my mind. And it is made all the better when your mind isnt cluttered with the gobbledy goop of physical attraction. Like I definitely think she is really very attractive and she pays particular attention to the way she excentuates her features but I when we see each other I find it much easier to be fascinated by her mind and the words that fall oh so elequently out of her mouth rather than her body. Which is a pleasant change seeing as this only happens very rarely for me, in fact I can only think of a few occasions where that has perservered, quite remarkable occurences. And that is in no way discrediting the attractiveness of my previous encounters but just it is so rare to find people who have interesting things to say. Purely original ideas are pretty much impossible to come by so I hope to find as many people who produce them as possible and I think so far I have found 3 of note but possibly more and they are the most exquisite people I have ever met, truly extraordinary souls. Absolutely fascinating. Last time we spent time together you raised a point that I had silenced previously which I had forgotten actually really interested me, I have a habit of silencing interesting thoughts if they might do damage to my sanity at the time you see, and to revisit it was very interesting. Initially I was really taken aback at the thought but then I realised just how much fun it would be and once again not for selfish gain but for, by Huxley's interpretation of the word, intellectual gain. On that point I would like to say that I agree with Huxley and I think I have found myself a way to set aside an intellectual side to my mind but I just enjoy the otherside way too much to pass it up. If you must reject the physical to enjoy the abstract then consider me a lover of the physical because that intimate connection is just too good to be passed up. Right now I really need someone physically but without creating a relationship or crushing my friendships, that human touch just cannot be substituted yknow. Well I am sleepy now. Goodnight world xx If anyone has the pleasure of finding this, I hope it was fun and the world brings you great happiness. With Love, Moi