#and yall in this tag prove every god damn day that no one knows what the fuck theyre talking about

[violentviolette]

honestly real talk tho the longer and longer i have been really deeply involved with cluster b pd stuff the more i really do believe that the entire catagory needs to be dissolved, reevaluated, and remade. we need to radically change how we view and speak about these symptoms

i used to criticize the dsm6's decision to do just that, and dont get me wrong i still do think the new model needs work, but the current one we have is fundimentally broken and useless. getting diagnosed (or diagnosing urself) with a current cluster b pd is at this point actively harmful to ur own mental health and thats just unnacceptable.

no one knows what they're talking about, no one understands the criteria, no one can agree on the criteria, or understands the history of it, the cultural misinformation is too widespread and great to be properly divorced from it at this point and is infact leeching into practice to do irreparable harm to people, people treat them like hogwarts house identities, theyre not helpful for understanding core underlying disordered thought processes or unpacking where they come from, all 4 catagories are steeped in huge amounts of ableism, sanism, racism, and misogyny, new studies and meta data and long term case studies show most of our understanding is misguided, its really and truly just a mess and its doing more harm than good at this point

and like yea, some of that is because people are stupid and ignorant and dont want to learn and so it'll always be an issue, but when its at *this* scale its a foundational problem. because at the end of the day these diagnosis only exist to help people articulate their experience so they can be heard and get the help and support they need, and so if they arent doing that and the catagories are only making it HARDER for people to be properly understood then they're functionally useless

like at some point i think we gotta conceed that the problem isnt that absolutely everyone is just stupid and that if people are constantly disagreeing about basic criteria and tenants of a disorder, then the problem is the foundational understanding and it should be reevaluated. because peoples lived experiences and their emotions and their distress is whats actually tangibly real and its the catagories we use to explain that experience that is socially constructed and therefore should change

[incarnateirony]

Ladies, when cis men told me you wanted everything built to ridiculous levels of comfort, I told them to stop being liars and exaggerating, that maybe a few girls did it but it wasn't many, and guys could be assholes too.

I am begging you to cease proving this to me by running around like little dicks going UWU BUT ANTI-TAG THIS POST ABOUT JARED'S VERY REAL MARKETING AND POLITICAL STANCES I AM ARE FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE, no, you're the delusional assholes that need to read this, I don't have to comply with your mhi to keep your weird little fragile bubble together. You're the ones anti-jared at this point, you are literally arguing against his marketing wholesale. I don't have to hallucinate with you, you are not my daughter, I do not have to maintain your pillows and stuffies in your bedroom for your comfort. This isn't Anti Jared Padalecki. This is reality. I tagged it jared padalecki because it's reality about jared padalecki. If you'd like I can tag it reality next time too.

And no it aint just jared stans that do it if my 3 day straight bender about it happening every 2 hours didn't give you a clue. But god DAMN I am about to sound like the dudeingest fucking dude ever but this place NEEDS some fuckin testosterone because I don't know what yall have done with yourselves in here but everyone's gone bananas. so now it's time for Lone Straight Trans Man to Talk Big again and you to all get Uncomfortable that someone Will Not Be Cowed To Your Nagging Horse Shit. If we can skip the normal transmasc panic chapter where 100 of you pretend you're afraid of one of me along the way, that'd be great.

Jared abandoned you. He doesn't care about SPN. He's leaned into the right wing. The reasoning is all in the post you whined about having to be faced reality with reading. None of this is anti-jared. It is a list of decisions he has made for his marketing and public image. The uncomfortable feeling you're having right now is being offended that Jared also does not care about your opinions. But go argue with him and opinion at him about that. Stop pretending the world has to hallucinate these things aren't going on with you. Your MHI is not my responsibility. I repeat, I am not your father.

The funny thing is the amount of blatantly unwell parasocialization it takes to read a post saying "This man no longer cares about this TV show and publicly has these political opinions and does not care if you approve of them" is "anti Jared" because, oh my god, Karen's having a come to Jacksus moment and realizing nobody, not even fucking jared, cares about her opinion, and that can't stand. So that's anti-jared, right? That's why I'm Am Are Uncomfortable, right?

No, you're fucking uncomfortable because underneath your weird herd mentality you are an intelligent woman who has seen these things yourself and surrendered your individuality for performative group identity and you're staring at it and realizing you can't have your cake and eat it too.

Pick one. You literally can not have both. Follow him on his red path if you must but stop pretending you're in the blue lane. Or, hold him accountable silently and choose a different fave. It is genuinely not fucking complicated.

[honestlyfrance]

first lines

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

thank you so much @buckyrhodey for the tag!! miss youu 💕

idk what were my last stories so i went deep for these hehe, mostly a mix of published and wips

1. A Better Starry Night (sam/bucky ; horror)

The sky was silent. There’s a thundering crack from down the horizon, heads turning down by the mountainside. It seems to be approaching — faster now.

2. the sweetest tragedy (sam/bucky; mcd) - def a fave of mine!

It's a goddamn tragedy, it's what it is. You love him but he's leaving, high on euphoria with a rank under his name, you're going to lose him in every universe and there's nothing you could do about it.

3. to cease intimacy (sam/bucky ; first date) - this makes me yearn till this day

It's that moment when your heart hitched in your throat and you're unable to breathe freely, feeling asphyxiation nipping at your veins, it’s like you know that your heart was too full of emotion to function right, too much love that sends your heart running a marathon. It was a good feeling, a blissful moment, yet there was that betrayal within it that makes you question your feelings over and over again because there’s that one question running through your head: ��Why is it him?” but it’s all good, everything’s peachy-keen because you don’t have to hide it anymore — you had to show it now, however, and that was a wave of dread coming all at once.

4. hug infinitely (sam/bucky ; protective!bucky)

It’s only a fact that you can’t protect who you love from every little inconvenient thing. You can’t fix every crack in the world just so you could breathe easy thinking your love wouldn’t trip. You also can’t make the sun go away so your love can’t get a sunburn on your nice little beach date. It’s miserable thinking that the world just has it’s ways to hurt your love, but that’s reality, and to have it bother you so much, it’s only a tragedy in three acts.

5. falling in love against gravity (sam/bucky ; sam centric) - i loved exploring sam’s experience with flying in this one

Falling was a violent act. You’ll trust the fall with intent so dangerous it’s almost like a kiss with death, and you’ll love it. You’ll love how you can fall backward and have a night with death. You’ll love how you could close your eyes and never open them again. Yet, you fly instead somehow. You fall then you fly, defying the law of gravity.

6. pine (wip name) (sam/bucky/steve ; thirst tweet acc)

The thing is, it didn't happen suddenly at all. They had mulled it all over, understood the risks and consequences. It's dangerous work, and there's no assurance that they'll make it out with their dignity, but what the hell. The 21st century needed more of Captain America and the Winter Soldier pining over the Falcon; let them be.

7. (wip name after mutual heh) (sam/bucky)

Little boys growing up in grand houses and ocean views are the kind of boys who would like adventure, the kind of boys who would yearn for the woods, and cozy little cabins in farms. Instead, December comes and they grow up smoking like chimneys in winter. Yes, little boys grow up and move into cities with blinking white lights, but they always come back seeking adventure.

8. death speaks (they called it kindness) (sam/bucky ; sam centric ; wip)

They say death aches like a motherfucker. Sam Wilson presses on it like a bruise, wanting to feel something before the sensation leaves his senses. He’ll ache for it, flawlessly manipulating it, and sooner or later, he’ll resurface and regret every single bruise he’d made. They say death licks all the wounds of the forgotten faces away, but to Sam, it’s just unforgivable.

9. milkshakes in two (sam/steve/bucky ; stucky fight for sams luv ; wip)

Truth is, love comes in many forms, but the form of a fist fight at a parking lot in three in the goddamn morning, like a modern-day Achilles versus Hector except they both leave with a cut under the eye and a broken nose instead of, you know, a bloody corpse, is just as romantic as leaving cute sticky notes around the house for them to see. It’s even more romantic if they noticed it, but sometimes a romantic gesture such as a fist fight between two supersoldiers need to tilt towards the murder part of Troy before a certain Falcon could notice.

10. field of flowers (sam/bucky fatws drabble 1x03)

When you look into Sam Wilson’s eyes, maybe you might see something surreal. Maybe something you shouldn’t have seen in the first place. After all, the eyes are the window to the soul, wouldn’t it be quite intrusive to look at him so bare?

(yall know my damn first lines are chunky paragraphs long so more below 🥰 )

11. love sweeter than candy, cavities to the heart (sam/bucky) 

It’s not that Sam despised the idea of it, in fact, he breathes it in like cocaine, feeling the rush and instant fall of his senses, and maybe it’s not actually drugs to him but maybe something milder, like, a kiss, one that is so slow and soft that it makes him scream at the deprivation, making himself aware of how desperate he just was about touch, literally any sort of touch, but then again, it’s Sam we’re talking about; suppressed and no-nonsense, he couldn’t possibly want something so good like some cliche grand romantic gesture that is too cheesy for its own good, and maybe it’s for the best that he keeps quiet about this want because it’s not like he gets it every day.

12. Partners (sam/bucky)

It was in the bathroom of a safe house that Sam Wilson finds himself bandaging himself up. There was a small gash on his forearm from the afternoon before; it ran down from below his shoulder blade to above his elbow, but it wasn’t as deep as it should be, just looking quite raw but wouldn’t need any serious stitching.  He’s been washing the same spot with clean water from the faucet for the past solid half hour, the sound of water gushing echoing in the tiny bathroom.

13.  oranges in october (sam/bucky) - this one!! this!!

You’d think that just because he had wings and he flies, that makes him an Icarus. Icarus fell to his death. He did not resurface, he did not live beyond that power. Sam Wilson soared high into the missiles of war and came back battered and red, dripping love and death as he stands in the aftermath of it all. You think he was an Icarus when he was actually Apollo. Anyone who gets close to him falls to the ocean waves, then sooner than later, he’s left singing eulogies as his heart rattles in a cage.

14.  It Rains Every April 10th (sam/bucky; mcd) - this too! ive been told by someone that this was the most accurate desc of depression theyve seen

Depression hits like a wave on a cliffside — sometimes you see it coming, sometimes you didn’t see it, and sometimes you just let it happen. It sometimes gnaws at your skin, always there, but more of a ghostly hand hovering over you; there’s that presence but you think you don’t have enough proof to prove it existed. Times like these you try your best to move but you become unmotivated, absolutely immobile except for the moments your body decides to exhaust itself for unrelated things you shouldn’t be doing. It takes a toll on you you wouldn’t even realize, and even then, who else realized it? You’re just tired. You don’t cry. You’re just tired.

15. to hold dear (sam/bucky)

Bucky Barnes didn’t want a lot of things. He’s got a really low bar of standards now, even just waking up without a threat on his life counts as a win. He doesn’t even mind if there wasn’t any more soap in the bathroom; he’s just glad he’s got a shower in the first place. Breakfast? God, he’s just glad that he could walk around a house with his guard let down.

i have no more (:

tagging: @enchanted-lightning-aes @siancore @pianistwriter80 @glittercake @lesbians-love-samwilson @mariahthelioness29 @rhodeslabs @lovelyirony :)

[narsh-poptarts]

I came here to tell you that your art is amazing and AAAAA I love it so much!! Your Angry Sky honestly made my day

Also, I don’t know if you’re still doing the “ask me about Sky” thing but if you are...what are your thoughts on the silent realms? I don’t see enough Sky content related to them but to me they have so much angst potential??? And also are a proof that Sky didn’t have it easy at all during his adventure?? Idk I find them very interesting

aaaaaaa thank you so much!!!!! honestly every tag and every message yall send me just makes me so happy, i’m so glad y’all are enjoying it!!!! :DDDD

OH BOY THE SILENT REALMS!!!!!!!!!

YEAH you’re right!!! there’s not a lot of content there!! lucky for you, this is also another topic from Skyward Sword that I have thought extensively about, I have many many headcanons for what the Silent Realms are like.

okay first of all, the Silent Realms are a very unique kind of think in the LoZ series. The concept itself is repeated a couple times but the reasoning WHY is different. Usually link has to go through trials in multiple different games to prove himself and his courage or whatever in order to get the master sword or other such very important item. and then in Twilight Princess (it did come first but whatever) you have those light trial things? i don’t remember what they’re called but you collect the tears of the Light Spirits and they’re all trapped in bugs or whatever. So the basis for the trials or their main mechanic is not a new concept.

But! what is very interesting and unique is, like I said, the reasoning WHY Link has to go through these trials. in botw (this may be wrong, i haven’t played it), you have the trial of the sword, basically a big gauntlet to improve the sword and prove your worth, in addition to the “you must be this tall to ride” thing with your health. but that’s about the sword. in TP, the light trials are about restoring light to the land. they’re not even really trials, and iirc, there’s not,,, really trials for TP. i may be wrong.

anyways, what makes SS different is that it’s specifically about upgrading your spirit. the Hero’s Spirit. Link never has to prove himself to the sword because,, well, the damn thing is his companion. in the zelda timeline, he’s one of the first heroes ever so there’s not even a Hero’s Spirit to have because he hasn’t made it yet. same with the Master Sword. 

so therefore, no other Link has had to create or upgrade their Hero’s Spirit. It’s simply not a thing they’ve had to do because Sky did it all those millennia ago. One and done, cool and awesome. He has a uniquely different and alienated experience because he set the foundation. Probably feels alienated from the others because he never had to prove himself to the sword, and then because of the prominent upgraded spirit, got them easily and recognizably cursed (thanks Demise).

SORRY i realize i just went on a related-but-not-your-question tangent, but now to the actual Silent Realms themselves :D

so, in terms of what I think Silent Realms are like.... first of all: terrifying!!!! If my own playthroughs of them are anything to go by, Link is terrified out of his mind!!!! no weapons, no items, no Fi, you’re completely on your own, you have a time limit, and you’re being LITERALLY HUNTED. and god, that music when the Guardians wake up is actually a heart attack, botw guardians have NOTHING on these bad boys.

From the inside perspective, I imagine the Silent Realms are just that: silent. not dead quiet, not still, silent. There are no sounds in the Silent Realm, not even a ringing in Link’s ear. and also these trials are a test of the Spirit. the body stays behind. This is a plane somewhere within the overworld, a layer formed from many. There’s no air there. They’re spirits, and entities, they don’t need it.

And having no air is a little disorienting at first, hell being a spirit is a little disorienting at first, but Link finds it a little cool, not feeling the need to breathe and not being able to feel air move in his lungs when he does.

And when Link is safe, whether by standing in that first safety circle or by virtue of collecting a tear, it doesn’t feel calm. Calm is exactly the wrong word because calm is flying out on the open air with your loftwing. Calm is sitting, for just a moment, on a stool to regain some health (and maybe take a nap). Calm is not whatever this is. This is like sneaking through the sleeping dragon’s nest, or feeling the chill of a graveyard, or walking down a dark alley at night. Every inch of link is telling him something is very very wrong and he is in danger. and, to be fair, he is.

Now for when the guardians are awake, it’s like a bomb of adrenaline and panic goes off. He doesn’t hear anything but he can feel them coming, feel their presence just behind him, ready to take him down, ready to make him fail and start over. He is a trespasser, taking pieces of an ancient spirit and make it his own, and he is hunted for sport. every inch of him, every screaming inch of him is crying desperately for him to move, run, flee, desperately grab at the next tear, we don’t have time, we’re going to die. screaming screaming over and over, a pounding in his brain like war drums, a sharp, painful insistence out of desperation to survive.

He can’t hear them coming so every other sense goes into overdrive, and he can feel where they’re coming from. The screen in the game actually has pulsing rings at the edge of your screen to indicate that there’s a guardian off screen right over there (which is a very cool indication imo!) and their intensity indicates how close they are. it’s like this sense of dread goes into overdrive in a desperate attempt to keep him alive and he just knows by feeling it that “don’t go that way, you’ll die”

And dude, do you know what the official explanation is for when you fail? the wording they use is “your spirit will shatter”. Shatter!!! that’s gotta hurt!! what do you think it feels like to have your spirit shattered?? Luckily i think both for gameplay and the story itself, if you’re determined enough, you can retry as many times as you like.

but i imagine, for the sake of drama, getting your spirit shattered has Link shunted back into the real world, clutching at his chest in pain, heaving and crying as his spirit stitches itself back together piece by piece until he’s ready to try again. It’s not a pleasant experience.

and speaking of coming back, i imagine actually succeeding isn’t all that great either. the silent realms are silent. there’s no sound at all. coming back to the real world and suddenly getting hit with the sound of the wind and the birds and the ambiance and the sounds of your clothes and the sword and your heavy breathing and too much too much too much!! I imagine it’s very overwhelming. the silence is not a pleasant experience so Link is very glad to have sound again but it’s just too much at once.

you’re very correct anon, there is a lot of angst potential here. i’ve really wanted a Skyward Sword manga or something like that for so long because I really wanna know how the Silent Realms would be interpreted. 

also i’ve kinda got a fic idea were basically Sky has to end up doing the Silent Realms again while on the LU adventure because something something Hero’s Spirit is messing up and he has to reupgrade it. and it’s bad and traumatic and the other boys have to watch as each instance (there’s four of them by god) just leaves Sky an utter mess and they don’t know how to help and he won’t tell them what’s wrong either or what exactly happens in the trials to get him to react so badly when he gets back. i don’t have anything written down but basically “Sky doesn’t know his own limits and won’t ask for help” the fic.

also oh boy this is long, sorry

[seulgiology]

take you on a drive | johnny suh

Headcanon!

pairings: childhood friend!johnny x childhoodfriend!female reader

words: 1.5k

genre: fluffy headcanon with humor uwu

synopsis: I’m pretty sure we all know NCT 127. You know, the 10-member K-Pop group who makes some questionable, but nonetheless amazing music? Then you must know their lead dancer and underrated vocalist/rapper, Johnny Suh. But what was he like before the fame and popularity? What happened in Chicago?

warnings: cursing

a/n: fuck, yall im so sorry for that long ass gif jdlknjdbc,,, anygays ADMIN 1 HERE YER YER. unedited in my angst to post this

disclaimer: This is a work of fiction from our imagination. It is not intended that the plot, theme, original characters, idols, etc. portray any real-life events/people. Plagiarism is NOT tolerated on this blog. If you believe we have copied an existing authors’ work, please message us privately. Thank you and enjoy :)

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boy oh boy i hope ya’ll saw those pre-debut pictures of johnny cause-

CHILE

but before we get into that;

how’d you meet in the first place?

funny you ask

it was by pure coincidence

you were a rising junior in high school

yikes lol,

you were pretty fucking young

you had just got your drivers license and desperately wanted to drive your parents car

the sad part:

your annoying ass little brothers had to go with you wherever you drove

two of these devils were too much

imagine being in a CAR with them

hell

around august, you being the good sister you are,

offered to take them to the amusement park

with their equally annoying friends lol

12 year olds are just,,,

sigh

but you weren’t the only one chaperoning

one of their friends older brother (you vaguely remember his name being Johnny)tagged along to watch the devil spawns with you

and my my my, you were not expecting him to hop in the back of your moms mini van with all that hair

ya’ll know that hair he had pre-debut when it was super long and shaggy-like? yea that one

but he was cute

in a nerdy way though

you couldn’t help but steal peeks at him a few times-

or what you thought was being discreet

-through the rear view mirror of course

and what you gathered was this:

naturally puckered lips

might still be going through puberty with his voice

muscly arms, probably his whole body too

friendly eyes but intimidating face

in conclusion-

you didn’t know what to think about him

there came a point on the highway when your brothers and their friends wanted snacks

you exited the highway to the nearest gas station and sighed into the steering wheel as you waited for them to come back

“are you always this annoyed?” came a sudden voice.

you damn near banged your head against the car roof with how high you sat up

“shit, i thought you were in there with the boys.”

your hand was clutching your flowery tank top, the hot weather was not playing today

and he sniggered under his breath at obviously startling you

“What’s so funny?” in all honesty, you weren’t even upset

you just wanted him to get that you were not the one to mess with

… with your clear jelly sandals

… and clip on earrings your little sister forced you to wear

… and the flowers on your tank were the icing on the cake

the childish pout on your face was absolutely adorable to him

“You’re blushing. it’s cute.”

You couldn’t keep your front in place for long with that contagious smile he had

“It’s just insanely hot.”

“Pfft and so am I.” He playfully scoffed at your remarks, his bangs shifting along with his movement

the car fell into a comfortable silence after that,

both of you too awkward to continue

when the boys finally got into the car after 902837 years,

you were once again on your way to the esteemed amusement park

once you guys arrived, the boys immediately ran off to the biggest rollercoasters to ride

with you two alone

so much for chaperoning right

at least they said they’ll call if they need you

so there you were;

thinking how the hell you ended up with this sarcastic and sweaty dweeb

you turned towards him in time to see him already looking your way

might as well make the most out of the situation, right?

“I heard the Goliath is pretty scary.” You warily suggest

“Only if you’re a wuss.” He jesters back

“Tch, im pretty sure you’ll be throwing up your intestines by the time we’re done”

“I guess we’ll have to actually get on the ride to see, don’t we?” The cunning smirk was challenging and you were ready for it.

even if you were a little bitch who couldn’t stand heights

sorry to the readers who actually are afraid of heights

but if this guy Johnny was daring you,

something about him made you want to prove him wrong

“Race you to the coaster!”

and he ran off, leaving you in the dust

“I bet $5 he doesn’t know where he’s going.”

about an hour later, you and Johnny rode about 4 roller coasters

laughing until you cried

and screaming at the top of your lungs in absolute joy

but the slightly older teen at your side was having the time of his life too

for a completely different reason

his mind went blank when you held his hand tight as the ride was climbing to the top

he couldn’t contain his smile when you tugged him along to another ride and told him,

“Johnny we have to ride this one, It’s going to be even better than the last.”

you met up with the other boys to eat some of the food you snuck in

ngl y’all every time i went to six flags they don’t allow outside food in?????

none of you were tired yet, and spent another 3 hours at the park

You and Johnny found yourselves near the boardwalk part

It came to a surprise that he was the one tugging you along

you played all of the typical games people play

whack-a-mole

milk bottle

balloon bust

ring toss

roll-a-ball

that game where you have to shoot water in a hole to blow up the balloon

even managed to win your shaggy haired companion a stuffy

“it’s so pretty at night, isn’t it?”

you asked as he carried you on his back,

since you were complaining about your feet hurting

the lights of the carousel and the boardwalk together was so beautiful

you sat down near the big fountain in the middle, waiting for the other to make their way back

you chatted on and on about the amusement park

adored by the way his eyes seem to disappear when he laughed with you

and when you made your way back home, the conversation continued in the car too

you sung songs together and even managed to get on your brothers’ good side

surprise number 826363 of the night;

johnny could sing

You all sang your hearts out to Beyonce’s If I were a Boy, and TVXQ’s Mirotic

He couldn’t remember a time where he had so much fun in one day

so it was absolutely devastating when you pulled up to his house

“I guess this is it huh?”

he was so nervous, omg

he didn’t want to leave like that

shit, he spent the whole day having fun with an amazing person

he couldn’t believe he had to walk back in his house

and go on in life to only have this day as a memory

to lay at night and-

“You want my number, or...?”

you stifled a girlish giggle when he fumbled with his phone in his hand

you quickly opened up his contacts and added your name

with a little “<3″ at the end ‘cause you had to

you handed him back his phone and enjoyed the feeling of his fingers brushing against yours

your initial confidence soon left and all that was left was suffocating awkwardness

god he really wanted to say something

but he just had  to be a nervous

even if you both were pressed against each other on those roller coasters

“uh... I had a lot of fun with you- with everyone I mean, today, by the way,” he forced the words out

he could hear how nervous and shaky he was, but you could see his eyes held sincerity

“Yeah, so did I.”

you stared at him with a small smile on your face

shifting in place under the weight of his strong gaze

HONK!

you both jumped at the sound of the car honking obnoxiously

“Damn where is the knife ‘cause this tension is THICK”

“How do you even know what tension is, aren’t you like, 6?”

you snorted at johnny’s comeback and shook your head in amusement

“I should get going before they try and drive the car down the street”

you subconsciously put your hands in your back pockets and slowly back track towards the car

“Hey, y/n!”

just as you were getting in the front seat, you whip your head in his direction looking at him expectantly

“Maybe next time you won’t actually be scared.”

he sent a giddy grin your way before closing the front door

leaving you in the drivers seat with tingles throughout your body

and a grin on your face that you couldn’t wipe away even as you bid your parents good night

you toppled on your bed in a fit of giggles as you hug your phone to your chest

take a shot from every time i type giggles

“omg is he asking me out on a date?” you couldn’t help but ask aloud

suddenly, your phone chimes with a new message

your phone drops on your bed from your excitement

you already knew who it was from

you quickly opened the message and didn’t stop your eyes from rolling all the way to the back of your head

save me in your phone as ‘youngHOE’ ;)

he never failed to make you laugh

[greylunar]

I have a house lore question. Would you agree that Gryffindors and Ravenclaws tend to be more ideologically motivated and that Slytherins and Hufflepuffs tend to be more... personally motivated? Not sure I am phrasing this right but basically: Gryffindor/Ravenclaw: This is my cause, I believe in it. Slytherin/Hufflepuff: This is my person, I believe on them. Just as a general rule, not true in every case. (1/2)

Also, Gryffindors and Slytherins are more devoted to their cause/person whereas Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws are more likely to be able to be able to reevaluate their standing with the person or cause if they feel they are no longer totally aligned with it/them. Again, just as a rule of thumb. (2/2)

I wrote an insanely long answer to this so more under the break, warning there’s a LOT of like, psychoanalysis down here and a lot of its very personal and about core aspects so like please proceed with caution and PLEASE ask me to tag if I forget something

Super weird note to start this off with but did you have an icon of a dog like two days ago because if that was you it looked like my dog and made me really happy (I love the aesthetic of this one too, A+ design)

Anyways! I do have A Lot of thoughts on this topic in particular, and I’m glad you asked because I know that my interpretation of the houses verges more into “Casper has a specific idea of the sort of personality spectrums he would align into these broad JK-based categories” than “canon” haha c: My “rule of thumb” for causes/ideologies is this:

Hufflepuff: “This is my belief.” This is what is good, what is right, what I know I should fight for and stand up for when the time comes. I will stand by this belief, because a part of me wholly excepts it as fact and uncompromising. I may, however, not always be able to stand up for this belief, as there are situations where I have to evaluate what will be the safest for me and the people I love. But you will have a Hard Time changing a hufflepuff’s mind on something they believe unless you can prove to them that its hurting people and somehow in the wrong. In that case, a new belief is formed to account for this information. Now, here’s where people (in I guess my version of house lore) tend to misjudge hufflepuffs. If one of their People repeatedly acts against their fundamental beliefs, they will either A) fail to remain one of that hufflepuff’s People and get dropped from that sort of list or B) just,,, badger them with facts/reasoning/their opinion until either the hufflepuff changes their mind or they change the Hufflepuff. (Side note, but on how Puffs handle ending relationships of any kind with folks: Hufflepuffs tend to,,, ‘ghost’ toxic people because of their uncompromisable nature on these very core beliefs. A hufflepuff will often give someone a thousand and one second chances until they realize that person either refuses to or is completely unable to accommodate one of their core definitions of good/justice/kindness/personhood and then usually hufflepuffs just kinda bounce. They often struggle with conflict in an overarching sense and, to put it in a Puff’s terms for avoiding a person they couldn’t handle being around anymore “Damn, wish I could just like, disappear into the woods in Oregon somewhere and get a dog and not have to think about this and my friend Tim could make a true crime podcast about having known me.” This is normally a MOMENTOUSLY hard decision for a Puff (i mean yall get it its the house of loyalty) but its very key that Hufflepuffs don’t align themselves with people, they align themselves with beliefs or personal truths. When push comes to shove, the loyalty a Puff has is often to the concept of goodness and kindness and the Concept of People rather than clinging to a specific individual if they directly oppose those beliefs)

Slytherins: “This is my person/these are my people.” Slytherins are a house of change, and their belief systems are mostly fluid (often based on social rules, for example, “I know people don’t like it or get hurt when these types of things are said, so I will now no longer say things like this from now on” OR alternatively “I am Very Aware that acting like this makes people vaguely unnerved, and I Am Choosing To Act Like This Continuously because I am using it to separate myself from others/people deserve it/god wouldn’t that be hilarious”). Slytherins don’t have a lot of ‘fundamental beliefs’ in a way that at least they would refer to as fundamental beliefs, our lovely snake friends often struggle with knowing themselves and defining themselves rigidly enough to label them like that. In a,,, slightly depressing note some common ones are “I have to earn my worth” and “other people deserve more than me.” Hey Slytherins, I don’t remember where I heard this, but worth is a capitalist concept fed to you by corporations and you are inherently human and therefore loved and important and deserve the world. That all said, what Slytherins do not waiver from their people. Slytherin friends will text you three years after you last talked because you posted something vaguely sad on Instagram and they wanna make sure you’re good. Slytherin partners and friends will love you with all of them, the whole of their being. If someone is mean to me, my Slytherin friends will end them, and I have to be like “bro I’m not even mad, you’re being mad for me.” Slytherins don’t ghost their People, they will drag your ass through the mud until you are healthy or By God They Will Fist Fight Your Mental Illness Themselves. In this way, Slytherins are a lot like Hufflepuffs. The problem lies in when Slytherins find they don’t have any more belief or energy left in their stores to drag themselves up too. Perhaps now is the time to realize you should be one of the People you will fight for too.

Gryffindors: “This is my cause/this is a fact” I’m not going to touch too much on the “here is my ten-step plan to save the world, step one is I Do It” Gryffindors, because I think we’re all familiar with that concept of them. Again, Gryffindors will join the Peace Corps, hufflepuffs will give the person who needs cash twenty dollars if they see them, its a scope thing. What I want to dive into with Gryffindors is the Stubborn Bastard Energy that we know and love them for (I do legitimately mean that as a compliment). Gryffindors RARELY and I’m talking Borderline Never bend or leave behind a fundamental belief once they’ve established it. Gryffs often assume that these beliefs are inherent, they would not be themselves if they were not Certain about this, and therefore that certainty is essential to who they are. Therefore Gryffs deal in personal truths, or things they have decided are facts, pillars that do not change. You will want to punch your Gryffindor best friend sometimes because they put something in their head when they were six because of what someone on the playground said and now they live by that and sometimes physically struggle with processing contradictory information. This can be great, if a Gryff internalizes something like “I should do no harm” or “I will Fight A Bully” but has more frustrating consequences when its something like “If someone does something bad they are irredeemable, and I should never again respect them.” For Gryffs, sometimes the best thing to ask yourself is “wait, Why do I think that, and are there any cases that are exceptions to these rules.” But fundamentally, Gryffs often are the ones to save the world because they already believe it is a fact that they will, and that they should.

Ravenclaws: “This is complicated/This should be seen from all sides” and THEN “I’m about to end this mans whole career over this” Ravenclaws are such a fun house for this question. Ravenclaws often have a sort of information gathering stage before they even consider the idea of having an opinion in their head. Ravenclaws want to make sure they know everything they can about a cause/an issue/a person before they make that Final Call of verbalizing or standing by something, because a very serious fundamental fear for Ravenclaws is being embarrassed. I don’t mean to minimize that or invalidate it in anyway, a lot of Ravenclaws would rather be dropped in a pit of [insert distasteful creature here} than have the shame in their minds of being caught on the wrong side of an argument, without all the facts, or unprepared for a thorough discussion. Ravenclaws in this information gathering stage will often say things like “I’m not sure to be honest, I haven’t looked into it that much” or even “I don’t really like to have opinions on matters like that because I don’t think I could ever know enough to represent what I should correctly.” THAT SAID. That’s phase one. But y’all if a Ravenclaw Decides, even without acknowledging they have, a Raven Decides. From anything from “this 18th century poet was a lesbian and you simply will not convince me I’m wrong, here is a list of reasons why I’m right” to “So Determinism exists, and I fundamentally believe that, I am fascinated on what you think about Free Will though,” Ravenclaws are the probably the most complex on this subject inherently because of how much they want to make sure they know the truth. Ravenclaws will re-evaluate their beliefs, but if the information you’re bringing to the table isn’t valid enough to hold up against their previous evidence, there’s not a whole lot you’ll be able to do about it. Ravens will struggle if asked to take a stance before this phase though, so friends, please remember that no one is ever going to remember if you raised your hand and said something a little less intelligent in high school English than you would have liked other than you. It is more than okay for you to forget that too.

[juupajaa]

Let's talk about coping skills ok? Here's some shit you can start using/practicing while unlearning disordered eating:

Sleep. Oh my god yes. This is one of the most effective ways to block Bad Shit in real life. Sleep is the closest thing we have to a reset button and getting enough sleep is just as important as getting enough food, so don't ever think you should feel bad for sleeping. How: Forming a good sleeping schedule can be hard but thankfully it gets automated after you've done all the hard work. Waking up the same time every morning (even when you could sleep in or you had just an hour of sleep😴) helps your body to recognize it as a pattern and it will adjust to it. Your body's own clock can be a huge asset if you give it a schedule. It will wake you up at the same time and make you tired at the right time, but first you have to be consisted with how you sleep. Long naps and irregular waking hours make your body confused about when it's supposed to feel tired. Caution: if you already have sleep problems, napping might make them worse. Naps should never go on for over an hour! 20-30mins is the optimal time.

Activity: Now this can mean exercise and exercise is a perfectly good way to get your mind back to reality and the stress relieving effects of exercise are known by everyone and their mother by now. BUT activity can be easy and chances are you have a fecked up relationship with exercise anyway. How: Taking a walk or doing yoga/stretching/breathing exercises are a good substitute for exercise and even better if you can do it in nature. Walking is great bc you can do it just the way you want, with music, in silence, with a friend, alone, at night, in the morning, noon, sunshine, rain, whatever you want. Even just ten minutes is enough to get you over the worst crap. Caution: obviously exercise is off limits if you can't do it responsibly. If you've anxiety about going outside, start easy. Maybe just around the yard/your street? Your room maybe?

Daydreaming: Aw feck yeah, this is the best 😎 Daydreaming is my main thing and I've found it to be most effective in fighting that existential dread that hits me every time I start to feel like I'm not everything I could be. How: Basically just go somewhere you won't be disturbed for a while and start making up all those fantasies! If you're drawing a blank, find magazines, social media, music, whatever you need to get you going. I usually go to some really neat tumblr blogs to look at the cool pics of shit that makes me think that I've still stuff to do. Self care tags are also really helpful. Making lists can also make this more fun and it's important to remember that you aren't committing to anything, you're just daydreaming and making some vague plans and dreams. Caution: you can definitely go overboard with this. Take note of your state of mind when you start eyeing for inspiration, bc sometimes it can get overwhelming and you'll just get sad about your own life again and that is not the goal of daydreaming at all.

Hobbies/distractions: This could be anything that requires you to focus enough to forget about That Thing that makes you feel like shit. How: Close the door and put on a sick track and start doing that thing baby. It doesn't matter if you do it only for a little while, nor does it matter if you don't do anything "valuable". Just get busy for a while. Caution: Make sure you take on something you can actually do, I know I've walked into that trap quite a lot. If you start some project and it proves to be more difficult than you can do right now, it can make you feel even worse. So do stuff that's doable✌

Pampering: YALL. The amount of times I've had to walk myself to the shower and have a God Damn Relaxing Time is astronomical, but it does make me feel better everytime. How: Anything can be pampering, even something as small as having a cup of tea. Sometimes you gotta dedicate a whole damn day for going through every inch of your damn body and make sure you are clean, fresh and feeling silky and soft, but that's not every day. Painting your nails is also surprisingly fun, ad is sitting down to binge watch your favourite movie for the billionth time. Caution: You've gotta make sure you get to do your thing in peace. Kinda ruins the whole purpose of nice, relaxing self care moment if it's interrupted 😑

Talking to: Ehhhh it works tho. Having a chat with yourself is a good way to do a bit of an reality check and vent at the same time. How: Ask yourself what's up my dude. This doesn't mean you have to find a mirror and talk out loud but that's an option too if you wanna. Just taking a moment to tell yourself that it's going to be fine and to ask why you're feeling like you do can do a lot. It gives you time to process the situation better and look for a possible exit or a solution. Caution: honestly the only thing that go wrong with this is that you start mocking yourself. Don't do that. You get yourself better than anyone so try to be sympathetic when you're feeling like crap.

[nightslain]

GETTING  TO  KNOW  THE  MUN :

NAME :   Sin NICKNAME :   Lord Pog, Cursed FACECLAIM :  Depends how I feel that day (Mr Bubz is usually the go-to) PRONOUNS :   She / her  HEIGHT : 5′6″ BIRTHDAY : 10th Jan, Capricorn AESTHETIC :   Watercolour paint, jazz music, rainy nights, winter time, ghost stories at 3 AM, lamplight, dark chocolate, tea and cookies, waistcoats, Gothic and cosmic horror, magic and the occult. Y’know, stuff. LAST  SONG  YOU  LISTENED  TO :   Giants by Bear Hands FAVORITE  MUSE (S)  YOU’VE  WRITTEN :  I have loved writing for all the muses I’ve picked up and kept hold of through the years, though I gotta say Leon has kind of outshone and upstaged them all! While I may still well love each and every one of my others to this day lmao Leon has asserted himself as queen bee since showing up, that’s for damn sure.

* GETTING  TO  KNOW  THE  ACCOUNT : WHAT  INSPIRED  YOU  TO  TAKE  ON  THIS  MUSE : An ask meme, initially. I was prompted by a good friend of mine to try my hand at a Castlevania muse after watching and enjoying Season 1, and the muse they suggested to me was the one and only Leon Belmont. Needless to say, it was pretty much love at first sight after answering that ask meme, and his muse clicked into place so damn fast from the word go. He felt like a natural fit for my style and my type, though I was initially hesitant to pick him up simply due to the lack of content for his character to utilise for icons etc. It was a recurring joke though in my friend group I would adopt Leon if he appeared in Season 2, and well. What do you know? There he was, in the most beautiful oil painting I’ve ever seen. I took that for the cosmic sign that I was sure it was, and never looked back lmao.

But aside from that? Like I’ve said, Leon as a character was just so attractive in concept to me, despite the lack-lustre job that the game did with his presentation. His innocent, compassionate personality, his bravery, his rad design and gorgeous Kojima artwork lmao of course all played individual roles in catching my eye. Aside from him just being My Type though I had actually been dying to explore a new fandom and more specifically, a hero/villain dynamic at that point too, so when Leon and Mathias dropped into my lap as if from Heaven itself, I was powerless to resist. 

WHAT  ARE  YOUR  FAVORITE  ASPECTS  OF  YOUR  CURRENT  MUSE :   That for a man so revered, he remains humble, kind and grounded. He is not a perfect man, no, but he is a good one at heart, remaining unsullied by the horrors of war that he’s witnessed or the hardships he’s lived through. He has had a difficult lot in life with losing both his parents around age six and having the regimes of becoming a knight being beaten into him since that same tender age, but Leon never seems to complain about his lot in life. He takes things for what they are, learning to look for the beauty in what he does have and strive to do better, be better--if he doesn’t like something, he’ll change it or die trying. And that really shows in how little hesitance he has with breaking the shackles of the church--and yet even then behaves with some honour (even if to a fault) letting his sword stay with the church it belonged to sooner than stealing it to aid him on his venture into Walter’s castle. Even when his ideals of striving for goodness and always pressing forward are challenged so horrifically by Mathias’ betrayal, and Leon loses absolutely everything in his life, he still doesn’t let that embitter him. He gets up and resolves to be what the world needs, all the while holding on to his inherent kindness and sense of honour. He is a hero of his own story, but an unsuccessful one in the sense he never achieves his goal, but passes on the torch so that his children can do so for him, which is also interesting to me. As I said, Leon is truly is a representative of hope, turning his seemingly hopeless situation into something that would go on to benefit and protect mankind for centuries.

WHAT’S  YOUR  BIGGEST  INSPIRATION  WHEN  IT  COMES  TO  WRITING : My friends, 100%. I bounce off of my Mathias so often in my interp that I often have to explain all of the massive story we’ve fleshed out for them to others a lot of the time! Which is inevitable really, since his story hinges on Mathias as it is, so naturally a lot of my inspiration comes from our OOC discussions and storytelling around them and their world. But as an independent entity, most of my inspiration for Leon simply comes from the playlists I’ve compiled around him; ya’ll have probably guessed from my tags that Sleeping At Last is oddly enough one of the recurring bands I listen to when trying to get his muse going.  But also, watching through the current seasons of the Netflix show works wonders--Leon may not be an active player in it, but I feel even more than the games, the show immerses me thoroughly in that kind of world with its music, atmosphere and visuals. It really helps draw out his muse when he’s being stubborn just to give the show another glimpse! FAVORITE  TYPES  OF  THREADS : Anyone that reads my threads or RPs with me has probably figured by now that angst is a very prevalent theme on this blog, though in all honesty that’s quite unavoidable with how tragic Leon’s story and many other muses that he hangs out with are! But that’s not all I like to write. I enjoy digging between the lines, looking at the seemingly mundane parts of a character’s growth as even the little moments in their life can prove as monumental stepping stones for other parts of their character. Some of the best threads I’ve had are just the muses being forced to talk about something at length while not doing any meaningful activity, and so many revelations and understandings and epiphanies have come from really engaging the muse’s voice quite in that way. I also really enjoy threads that challenge my muse in some way, either emotionally or physically--or even both, in context with threads regarding an enemy force that can really get inside Leon’s head as well as give him a run for his money in combat. BIGGEST  STRUGGLE  IN  REGARDS  TO  YOUR  CURRENT  MUSE : Balancing his innocent, naive personality with also having him cut a regal and noble figure. It isn’t always difficult, though they are two things that don’t necessarily go hand in hand in a seamless fashion all the while, and so it can be a bit of a challenge figuring out how to apply both qualities in harmony in my interpretation. That’s the kind of thing I feel the game was going for but failed to achieve, and I certainly don’t want to end up in that same boat. Leon as far as I see him was always meant to be a heroic and lordly figure, but to act as foil to Mathias’ more traditionally stoic, calculating and severe energy with his youthful, bright-eyed and more emotional nature. Stately and proud, ferocious and brave, but gentle and kind. A lot of things to roll into one, this guy!

TAGGED BY : @putrefactie ILU!!! 💖⭐

TAGGING : @ghostlyanon @dominatie @lunarvvitching @holyresolve and whoever else wants it yall God Bless.

[matamisin]

Consider: Mina is a genuinely happy and positive person, but everyone has bad days (especially people who have been thru trauma, like seeing your loved ones regularly beaten to a bloody pulp). The thing is that Mina just. Refuses to show that trauma has actually been effecting her. She starts suppressing negative reactions to situations bc she wants to "stay strong." Beginning of the year? She cried when they got rescued from USJ. End of the year? "Lmao guess we survived another one! Ha! Ha! :)"

oh my god like millennial humor?? if yeah then lmao mina please

if not ahhh Mina baby you have feelings too that you gotta tend to!\

Alright- All (or at least all the angst headcanons I received) are answered below the cut! Please be careful, there are some, well angsty things in there!

TW: Eating Disorder, Gore/ Graphic Depictions, Homophobia, Depression, Suicidal Tendencies/ Self harm mention, Death, Possible spoilers to those not caught up with the BNHA manga- Please ask to tag if I missed any!

(looking at all these warnings made me realize omfg YALL DID NOT HOLD BACK IM CRYING ASK AND THOU SHALT RECEIVETH I SUPPOSE)

a-single-eyelash asked:

Denki accidentally hurt someone as a kid, say a sibling or good friend, with his quirk. It made him hate his work, until he saw a hero with a similar work to his. This is what made him think that not only is his quirk cool, but also that he can become a hero. Well until, he hurt Sero. His boyfriend, got electrocuted by him on the battlefield. (Sorry this is an idea I’ve had for a fic)

O H

BRUH THAT HIT ME LIKE A TRAIN COMING OUT FROM BEHIND THE BUSHES I THOUHGT THERE WAS GONNA BE A HAPPY ENDING THIS IS STILL GOOD THO 

anonymous asked:

Bakugou is still sad, Sero is suicidal (Read to may fics about it man), Kami is legitimately afraid he’ll disappoint his parents, Tsu feels to normal, Kiri feeeeeelsss way to useless, and idk maybe Aoyama feels ignored. My own angsty headcanons.

Ah, yeah I can see how those can play into those characters!

anonymous asked:

Sero’s fight or flight response with a villains ice-like quirk (if your for that headcanon) OR Sero overwhelming his quirk trying to rescue a goddamn building of people

OH YA I AM FOR THAT

Also NO STOP HAVE I GOT SOMETHING IN STORE ABOUT COLLAPSING BUILIDINGS

anonymous asked:

Ashido + Bakugou bond over their quirks being destructive and not really knowing how to use them to actually *help* people

oh wow, I’ve never actually seen it that way.

But how about this: while they vent to each other about how their quirks can’t help people, the other is like, full on giving them descriptions of how their quirks actually CAN but they just never realized and they’re opening each other’s eyes while having their own insecurities knocked down

anonymous asked:

Omg your angst au is so angsty it’s beautiful

AH thank you haha!

anonymous asked:

Angsty headcannon boi-  Sero was bullied in middle school for having wonky teeth and actually had braces. Which is why he has such a pearly white smile now.  Sero was the last in his class to get his quirk and when he did he was laughed at because it was a ‘useless quirk’

n O ANON IM SOB

IM CRYING LEAVE HIM ALONE ILL SQUARE UP WITH THOSE BULLIES

anonymous asked:

Angst head cannon.  Sero flinches whenever kirishima hardens.  Sero’s parents are majorly homophobic and are actually quite strict. So whenever sero isn’t with bakusquad he tries to revise but it doesn’t work and he’s scared to ask for help.

Aw, man that’s heart wrenching to have parents so unsupportive- I feel it :( He’s just in a constant worry state whenever they’re around

anonymous asked:

If you’re still accepting the angst hcs… i think kaminari gets like really overcharged whenever there’s a storm and since they moved to the dorms there’s nowhere for him to release all the excess energy. So he just kinda hides away in his room in pain.

Aw, that’s terrible!

I dunno.. I feel like that one day when someone finds out during a storm, they’ll like, ask the teachers about “where someone could discharge a lot of energy askingforafriend” and they immediately know who they’re talking about and they’ll ask Powerloader and Mei and others in their department to build something for him to discharge all the excess AND be able to utilize it somehow :0 just a thought!

anonymous asked:

My headcannons: Sero is anorexic Bakugou has PTSD Kaminari has depression Kirishima had self-esteem issues Ashido is perfect (canon)

Oh that last part- she is, she is *clap**clap*

Though.. I will say that just because the others are haunted by those- it doesn’t make them less perfect. It’s their struggles that they learn to cope with and grow from, and it makes them, well, them. Not a definition of perfect can define that :’)

(sorry just speaking from my thoughts cause these hit close to home ahhh)

anonymous asked:

Lmao i sent a lot sorry if their not the best but hopefully some heart strings will be pulled

NONSENSE ANON ALL MY HEART STRINGS WERE PLUCKED BY ALL THESE AND NOW ITS YALLS TURN

transcandydemon asked:

Todocanon; todoroki has constant nightmares of the boiling water incident and of his father hurting him or his mom which causes him to not get as much sleep ie his calm attitude and how he’s not quick to get into conversations because of exhaustion

oh ya, such a traumatic past is def something that could still be haunting him in his dreams :’( but when the others notice, they’ll make sure to check up on him and try to find ways to help reduce nightmares or at least comfort him whenever they’re in his dreams

anonymous asked:

Deku head canon : deku is super jealous of kirishimas and bakugoa relationship since hes been trying to get close to kacchan for years and kirishima managed to do it within days

D’: He probably would feel that- jealousy’s very strong! But ah, in my personal opinion, i think he’d feel that, but after time learns that maybe it was best that he stopped dwelling on it and moves on, and learns to accept and be happy that he and Bakugou could at least be acquaintances that could eventually work well :’)

anonymous asked:

Denki headcanon: where he wants to be as close to bakugo as kirishima is and he tries so damn hard but takes bakugos insults to heart and he really does get torn up and upset about it(ex: the sports festival scene )

Oh wait which scene? Dunce face or?? :0 but yeah, I feel like he’d take it to heart at times. (but my bakukami heart tells me to say that when Baku realizes he gives him a good ass pep talk and beings hold back on his insults, or reassures Denki)

anonymous asked:

Bakugou could have PTSD and nightmares

Oh same headcanon! :’D Ah, but poor Bakugou. I’m sure the others would take it into mind and be aware of it and help him subtly so as to not provoke him, :’(

violetsare-tblue asked:

Bakugo: because of his inferiority complex, feels like he needs to prove himself over and over or he’ll be just the victim again  Iida: his left arm is completely numb. He isn’t paralyzed and he can move it. He just can’t feel anything in his hand or arm. Makes holding hands with someone feel empty and useless  Sero: he is so scared of being worthless as a hero and a person. He doesn’t want to be left behind by his classmates so he overworks himself and comes to school with random bruises

Oh mmhmm, I definitely see the Bakugou one! Especially after what he said during his fight with Deku, it def shows :(

Aw, Iida probably still looks back at his actions back in the Stain arc and regrets the errors of his ways. Luckily, I’m sure he’ll find someone who helps him through it and reminds him that mistakes don’t define him :’)

:’( Serooo MAKING ME CRY

casua-aria asked:

I have this Sero headcanon where he was the disposable (like how when tape dispensers run out and become disposable) friend in groups throughout his childhood, but now that he goes to UA, he has true caring friends that would never do that to him.

D: !!

That’s so sad- he must have thought his quirk was just life taunting him for being “disposable” hence the tape quirk :( but heck yeah, once he meets the students of UA he definitely begins to see that he wasn’t the problem in the past, but rather those that he was “friends” with!

anonymous asked:

Sero remembering very clearly all the pain that happened when his arm got cut off, maybe being a little scared of Kirishima for a few days after he first wakes up? Idk

OH YEAH THAT ONE HURTS

Like maybe.. once he’s able to respond again, he flinches and has an anxiety attack when he sees Kirishima because the sight of him just sends a flood of the memory to play in his head OOF

anonymous asked:

A personal favorite that nobody’s really thought of: a villain cuts off one finger from each of Ochako’s hands so she can’t use her quirk

OH MAN THATS BRUTAL OMG

That’s so dark!! I feel like a villain would do that should they get a hold of her and, mm maybe wanna rile up someone close to her to lure them in

meptoonzart asked:

Kirishima traitor

b R U H ID CRY MY EYES OUT IF HORI MADE HIM THE TRAITOR

                                                                                                                             Anonymous said:                                                                 

I have a lot of angsty headcanons about Kaminari specifically so I’ll just spam you with those. He attracts electricity, so he often gets struck by lightning and has almost died from it twice. Kaminari knows people think he’s the traitor and it eats him up inside every day. He’s been ‘propositioned’ by quite a few creeps because he’s pretty and his quirk is, well, what it is. He has nightmares a lot and it causes power outages, he’s terrified his classmates will hate him for it.(1/?(Idk2maybe)            

Sero got into a fight with someone after the sports festival, because how the hell did he make it into UA’S hero course, and Kaminari happens to be with him and he actively threatens the dude who started the fight with his quirk. No one bullies his friends. His overuse of his quirk is slowly killing him, he hasn’t told anyone that it’s destroying his brain. Bakugo reminds him of living in an abusive household but he doesn’t know how to say it so he laughs it off.(2/?(Okaymaybe4wearegettingthere)             

Kirishima and Sero are the first to find out about both the frying brain and the abusive household, and Sero asks Kaminari if he wants to go try something. Kaminari says sure and Sero reserves a training ground for them, and Sero swings around with Kaminari and he hopes it works for Kami the same way it does for him. Sero is smiling because he doesn’t know what else to do, but swinging through the air helps him feel better and free. It helps. But there’s always, always the anxiety (¾)  

the anxiety of ‘Maybe today is the day I fall’, but he doesn’t realize that Kaminari is helping him stay grounded. He won’t fall. Not when he gets to see Kaminari fuller of life than he’s ever been. They land on one of the buildings in ground Beta, and laugh like idiots as it starts to rain. Kaminari’s dying, Sero is a mess, and they just sit there for hours, past the end of their reservation, talking through their anxieties. Kaminari is scared to die. Sero is scared to lose him. (Okay1more4/5)        

Sero promises Kaminari he’ll be there, he’ll do everything he can to help keep him alive as long as possible, and he asks Kaminari how long he has from his last estimate. Kaminari laughs, starting to cry. Six years. Sero tells the Bakusquad, and they promise him that they’ll be there when the time comes. Not villains or Dadzawa could stop them, and finally it does. For only being a hero for three years, he’s made history for kids who have terminal illnesses (ranoutofspacedammit)      

 And the drawbacks of quirks come more into light. Kaminari may not be a great student or hero, but he brought hope to a lot of people, and everyone will miss him. They can’t hear thunder crack without thinking of him, can’t see the golden sunrise without thinking of his smile. Can’t even bear to look at the classic lit section in a bookstore. He saved people and raised awareness, but he wrecked their hearts as well. (Somehow this turned into a near-fic I’m so sorry Hope you’re doing well(Done))       

ANON OMG THANK YOU FOR THIS BASICALLY FIC IM CRYING THERES SO MUCH I DONT EVEN KNOW WHERE TO START CRYING   

iamnootthedabmast-r said:                                                                     

Heard you want some angsty headcannons- so Kaminari tends to stay up due to his quirk and he likes to stay in the dormitory lobby, so he just sits on the couch on his phone or just sits there in the dark- but this leads to him finding some secretive angsty stuff about other people in the dormitory for ex; Bakugou comes downstairs and just starts cooking cause he has terrible night terrors and Kaminari just quietly witnesses as Bakugou cries silently while he eats. (Part 1)    

(Part 2) the next morning Kaminari kind of wants to try ask or comfort him but feels rude and awkward so he also kind of struggles with the knowledge of knowing that everyone in his class is a little to a lot of broken.  So yeah, sorry if it’s a little confusing- in awkward when it comes to writing what I want to write…

DUUDE THIS IS SUCH A SAD CONCEPT IF YOU WRITE IT I WILL LEGITERALLY PERISH ON SPOT

                                                                                                                             Anonymous said:                                                   

May we… suggest directly… angsty oneshots? Please feel free to ignore this if you preferred hcs

 (lmao sorry, im not caught up with the manga or anime to know what the first part is referrring to :’D) but ah yeah I’ve seen that headcanon, not too sure how to feel, but it’s out there!                   

[imaginebeinghamiltrash]

I Bet I Could

Pairing: Anthony x Reader

Requested?: Nope! Someone thought Ale was my “best friend who gave me orgasms” and then this happened.

Summary: None of your partners have ever satisfied you in bed. Anthony wants to fix that. (This is a smut) 

Warnings: oral sex, fingering, hickeys, biting, hair pulling, teasing, slight dirty talk (barely)

Words: 5.2k+ (whoops)

A/N: I don’t even have anything to say about this. Enjoy the sin yall. (Shout out to Ale for being my bomb ass beta)

Tags: @dysfunctionalfangirl @icanneverbesatisfied @catastrophiclimabean @patron-saintof-sluts @fanficsj @butlinislin @daveeddiggsit @nadialinett14 @librarychild @spidey-boii @me-hoy-me-trash @serkewen12 @daveedish @anthonyramosobc @autistic-alien @runnerriley @hamilsquad-writings @thegirlonhamilton

There was seldom anything you kept from Anthony. He’s been your closest friend since birth. You grew up attached at the hip – going to the same schools and living next door to each other. When Anthony was accepted into a performing arts college with a full scholarship you celebrated for hours at his house. When you were accepted to your dream college, he snuck a bottle of champagne into your house and you both drank away in your room until the bottle was empty.

The only downfall was you would be going to college out of state. It would be the first time there was a lot of distance between you two, he wouldn’t be a 2 minute walk from you anymore. This was something you avoided dealing with for as long as you could. Then move-in day came and the van was full of your stuff. You stood in your bare room, mentally placing every item you removed back in its spot.

“It’s so desolate.”

You turned to see Anthony in the doorway, looking at the now empty spaces in the room.

“I know… it’s so weird.” You sighed, walking over to him.

He gave you a small smile, glancing at the room once more before leading the way out of the house.

“So… this is it.” Anthony said, tucking his hands into the pockets of his shorts.

You nodded slowly, smiling sadly at him.

“You better not become a stranger. We got cellphones and I will blow you up. All the time. All hours.” Anthony narrowed his eyes playfully, smiling as you began to laugh.

“You’re an idiot.” “Sad goodbyes aren’t my thing. We’ll see eachother again. I’ll come visit you the first moment I can, promise.”

You hugged him close, burying your face into his neck. Anthony hugged you just as tight, head resting against yours.

“Y/N! We need to get on the road!” Your mom yelled from the car.

You and Anthony broke apart from each other.

“I’ll call you when I settle in.” You said, walking towards the car.

“Be safe, be smart.” Anthony replied, watching as you got in the car.

You waved as you pulled off, keeping your eyes on Anthony until you couldn’t see him anymore.

College was a huge adjustment but it could have been worse. The only annoying thing was your roommate’s sex drive. You had been sexiled from your room more times than you could count. You loved Jess; she was kind, smart, fun, and considerate, but it was like she couldn’t go a week without sex and it always had to be in your room. You dealt with it for a semester and a half.

She always told you in advance but at this point you probably spent more hours in the student lounge than your own room. When she told you she was leaving for Spring Break you almost jumped for joy. A week of the room to yourself, God bless. You considered going home but then Anthony said he wanted to come stay with you so he bought a bus ticket to visit. Today was the day he would arrive and he texted you saying he would be at your dorm soon. A car stopped in front of your building and you held your breath, watching as the door opened and Anthony came into view. You smiled and ran outside, racing towards your best friend who was now opening the trunk to take out his duffel bag.

“Anthony!”

Anthony could barely prepare himself before you tackled him with a hug. He laughed as he hugged you back.

“Damn Y/N, almost knocked me over.” He joked, but his grip on you proved he missed you as much as you missed him.

“Not even sorry.” You pulled back, grabbing his bag and leading him inside.

“Dude… your hair.”

You looked up at his new cut. The fluffy ponytail was gone but in all honesty the new hair just made him look even better.

“I know. It’s a bit weird for me too since it’s a recent change but I wanted something new. Do you like it?” Anthony asked as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“I love it. It will take some getting used to but you look good.”

“Thank you.” He said, smiling wide.

You smiled back and lead him to the front desk. You signed him in and brought him up to your room.

“Well, I know what side is yours.” Anthony chuckled as he walked in, sitting on your bed.

“That obvious?”

“You wouldn’t be caught dead sleeping in those bedsheets.” He said, nodding toward Jess’ bed.

“You got me there. That’s Jess’ side of the room.”

“Ah, the overly sexually active roommate. The reason most of our Skype calls are in the student lounge.”

You sighed and nodded, sitting next to him.

“She’s great but damn does she have a lot of sex.”

“Can’t blame her for wanting to be satisfied, orgasms are incredible.” Anthony laid back on the bed.

“Yeah…” You coughed awkwardly, moving to grab your laptop from your desk.

Anthony seemed to not catch on to the tension in your voice, kicking his legs and staying silent.

“So, what’s there to do around here?”

You took Anthony around campus, showing him the places you frequently visited and the places you avoided. The tour ended at the dining hall where Anthony ate two full plates of food and wrapped one to go.

“Where does it all go? You have abs. This is unfair.” You pouted, holding the plastic bag with you and Anthony’s to-go plates.

“Magic, of course.” Anthony replied, holding open the door to your dorm.

“Share some of it, I could use it.” You chuckled, walking to the elevator.

It opened immediately and you got in, pushing floor 15.

“You don’t need it. You look great, you always have.” Anthony leaned on the wall, eyes trailing up and down your body.

You blushed and looked at the floor.

“You’re just saying that because you’re my best friend.” You mumbled, leading the way to your room.

“Nope. I mean it. Seriously, you’re beautiful.” Anthony leaned on the wall next to you, looking at you.

“Thanks, Ant.” You replied, biting your lip as you unlocked the door and walked inside your room.

“Where can I hang my towel?” Anthony asked as he stepped out of the bathroom in his pajama pants. You pointed in the general direction of the Command hooks on the wall, doing your best to keep your eyes off Ant’s bare torso. He hung up the towel and walked to the bed. You crossed your legs as he sat next to you. You had already taken a shower and put on your pajamas.

“Jess said you could sleep in her bed if you wanted but considering the amount of sex juices that has to be in her bed, I don’t know if you want to.” You joked, smiling as Anthony laughed.

“I’m sure your bed has ‘sex juices’ too, Y/N.”

You shook your head no, plugging your phone on the charger.

“No? You haven’t christened the bed yet?”  Anthony raised a brow, leaning against the wall.

“I’ve had people here before if you must know.” You sneered playfully, keeping your eyes on your laptop though you weren’t actively using it.

“So then you’re having wack sex.”

“Fuck you. Not everyone can come easily like you men do!” You snapped back at him with more irritation than you meant to.

“Hold up. You’ve never had an orgasm before?” Anthony leaned forward so he could see your face.

Your cheeks were on fire, embarrassment coursing through you. You ignored the question, typing in random things on Google so you didn’t have to look at him.

“Hey, don’t ignore me. We’ve talked about everything before, why shy up now?” Anthony leaned closer to your computer so he was further in your line of vision.

Your eyes flickered to him for a second before going back to the computer screen. You were scrolling aimlessly through baby animal pictures.

“I have had an orgasm before but the people I hook up with just can’t get me to come. It’s impossible. I can only come when I’m on my own.” You mumbled, still embarrassed but Anthony was your best friend who knew everything about you and vice versa.

If there was any person to air your annoyance to, it was him.

“You’ve just been with some lame people, not to brag but I always make sure the girl comes first. It’s just common courtesy.” He smirked.

You sighed as your computer died, closing it and setting it on your desk.

“How chivalrous. Let’s get some rest. This bed isn’t big and if you push me on the floor I will kick your ass.” You playfully glared at Anthony before getting under your covers.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He waved you off, getting under the covers with you.

You were pressed against Anthony but being this close to him wasn’t anything new. You laid there with your eyes close for a while, slowly slipping into sleep.

“I bet I could make you come.”

Your eyes snapped open, you lifted your head and looked at Anthony with wild eyes. Anthony kept looking at the ceiling a thoughtful look on his face.

“What?”

“I said I bet I could make you come.” Anthony repeated, looking over at you.

You had fairy lights around your room that lit up the atmosphere with a soft glow. Anthony looked like an angel under the dim lighting and you found yourself struggling to piece together a sentence.

“I… I heard you but… what?”

“Just a thought.” He shrugged, “You said you haven’t been able to but I always make people come so...I could be the solution to your problem.”

You averted your gaze to the wall, carefully planning what you were going to say next.

“Are you hinting that you want to make me come?” You asked, turning on your side to face Anthony.

“I’m hinting that I could restore your faith in humanity.” Anthony replied, shifting so he was facing you as well.

You nudged his side and rolled your eyes as he laughed.

“You’re really confident in your abilities, huh?”

“I have a reason for it. I could show you better than I could tell you.” Anthony said, an underlying tone in his voice that made you bit your lip.

Once you cross this line, there’s no going back. What would this do to your relationship with Anthony? You grew up with him, he is your closest friend but you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about him in a more than friendly way. You were weighing out the pros and cons when Anthony’s hand came to your hip. You tensed up, holding your breath as his fingers ghosted over your side.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” He murmured, eyes focused on your face.

Anthony’s hand moved down your hip again, slowly slipping under your shirt. His hand flattened on your lower back, pulling you flush against him. Your lips brushed each other’s softly, you glanced up at his face. Anthony looked back at you, his fingers drawing circles on your ribcage. You shuddered, inhaling sharply. You waited for Anthony to close the small space between you both but he didn’t. He held himself back, he wanted to make sure you were on board so you would have to make the move. You leaned in and kissed him, a timid test kiss.

Taking the kiss as an official agreement from you, his hand went to your chest. You mewled softly into his mouth, shifting onto your back as Anthony moved on top of you. He pushed the covers off of you two, deepening the kiss as his thumb circled your nipple. Anthony kissed down your jaw to your neck, biting lightly as he pushed your shirt up. He pulled away so you could take it off, his lips were back on your neck before the shirt touched the ground. You closed your eyes, breathing shakily as he sucked a hickey on your collarbone. You bit your lip, holding back any noises you desperately wanted to make.

“You’re really tense.” Anthony lifted his head, looking up at you.

“Sorry…” You cleared your throat, hoping the edge in your voice would go away, “This is just insane when you think about it.”

Anthony chuckled lightly, nodding his head.

“It is but let’s not think about it. I just want to make you feel good, I won’t hurt you.” Anthony cooed, his hands rubbing at your hips.

“Let go of all thoughts, just feel. Focus on what you feel.” He continued, kissing your collarbone.

You sighed softly, eyes fluttering shut and letting your thoughts disappear with each kiss Anthony left on your chest.

You sharply inhaled as his lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking softly. One of your hands found its way into his hair, gripping lightly as he tugged with his teeth. His hand went to your other nipple, pulling in time with his teeth. You squirmed, feeling your wetness settle between your legs. You could feel Anthony smirk, pulling back to leave a hickey on the valley of your breast. His kisses slowly descended down your stomach, chewing on your lip in anticipation as he got lower and lower. You looked down at him, watching him kiss your hips. He pulled the string on your shorts before tugging them off slowly. He tossed them aside, leaning down so his head was between your legs. He kissed down your inner thigh, biting lightly and leaving small hickeys. You gripped the mattress tightly as he got closer to your core but he moved to your other thigh instead. You tried to be patient as he peppered your thighs with kisses but the anticipation was killing you and you wanted to feel his tongue elsewhere.

“Ant.” You sighed softly, waiting for him to look up at you.

“Hmm?” He pulled his mouth away to lock eyes with you.

“Come on.”

He raised a brow, smirking at you. He was gonna make you say it.

“Don’t be a dick.” You groaned, glaring at Anthony.

“I’m not being a dick, I’m waiting for you to tell me what to do.” He responded, a playful glint in his eye.

You couldn’t help but smile, rolling your eyes playfully.

“Please touch me, Anthony. Make me come.”

His features hardened, your last sentence making something snap inside of him. His gaze moved to the growing wet spot on your panties. His fingers slowly rubbed up and down your slit. Your breath hitched slightly, eyes fluttering shut. His finger found your clit and rubbed in slow circles, his lips returning to your thigh to bite lightly. You moaned softly, your body relaxing and sinking more into the mattress. You tensed up again when you felt him pull your panties to the side.

“Relax, sweetheart. Relax.” He whispered, rubbing your hips, “There we go. Loosen up and let me take care of you. Can I do that?”

You nodded, not trusting your voice.

Anthony’s grip on your hips tightened slightly as his tongue licked up to your clit, his lips wrapping around it and sucking lightly. You bit your lower lip, hand returning to Anthony’s hair as he flicked his tongue on your clit. He hummed lightly, pulling you more onto his face as he ran his tongue through your folds. The quicker he moved his tongue the harder you tugged on his hair. He pulled back, panting lightly and licking his lips. You watched his face as his finger returned to your clit, the once slow circles now faster and harder. His hair was out of your reach so you bit down harder on your lip and fisted the sheets under you. He eased a finger into you, slowly thrusting. You knew what you could handle and he could do more but part of you was still too embarrassed to talk so you shut your eyes and let Anthony do as he pleased.

“What is it?” Anthony asked.

You opened your eyes to see him looking at you, his finger still pumping at a leisurely pace.

“What do you mean?” You sighed out.

“I know you. You want to say something. Tell me what you want. I can’t please you if you don’t tell me what makes you feel good.” Anthony continued, purposely slowing his finger down.

“Anthonyyyyy!” You whined, hips squirming.

“Tell me what you want, Y/N.”

You shyly looked away at the ceiling, chewing on your lip.

“M-More…” You mumbled, keeping your eyes away from your best friend.

“What was that?” He leaned closer to you.

“More, Anthony. I can take more.” You repeated louder, heat flooding your cheeks.

With a small smirk he slid another finger into you and picked up the speed. He scissored his fingers, exploring your body as his thumb stimulated your clit. When you let out a loud moan, he knew he had found what he was looking for. He focused on hitting that same spot over and over with each thrust of his fingers. Your body felt like it was on fire, you lost control of your moans the moment he found your g-spot. Your toes curled and you pulled hard on the sheets as Anthony worked a third finger into you. It was a bit of a stretch but it was an amazing one. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as his fingers sped up even more. You felt that coil in your stomach tightening, your orgasm starting to build. There was nothing but pleasure coursing through you and an intense need to come.

“A-Anthony, fuck!” You gripped his shoulder tightly, your back starting to arch off the bed.

Anthony leaned in and started kissing up your neck to your ear.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” He husked into your ear.

You tried to reply but words wouldn’t come out of your mouth, only high pitched moans and whines. Instead you quickly nodded your head, bucking against his hand.

“You want to come?”

You nodded quickly once again, crying out as the thumb on your clit sped up even more.

“Come for me, Y/N. Come.”

You gasped and moaned loudly as you came, thighs quaking and toes curled. Anthony kept his fingers pumping through your orgasm, helping you ride it out. However instead of slowing down, his fingers sped up again. You didn’t expect a second orgasm to rip through you but suddenly you were throwing your head back and crying out his name as you came again. You laid there, panting hard and blissed out. When you caught your breath, you looked to your right to see Anthony looking at you with a small smile.

“Told you I could make you come.”

“Shut up.” You chuckled, hitting his chest lightly.

“Now my sheets are wet and ruined.” You frowned, sitting up slightly.

Anthony looked down at the mess between your legs.

“Oops.” He got off the bed, handing you your shorts.

“The comforter on the floor is good still.” Anthony said, picking it up.

“Alright, let’s just strip the other sheets off and sleep on the comforter and my other blanket.” You suggested, going to stand and clutching the bed frame as your knees almost gave out. You saw the smug smirk on Anthony’s face as he took your covers off the bed but he had a reason for it. He made you come, twice in a row. You blushed at the thought and spread the comforter on the now bare mattress.

“I’ll be back.” You said, going into the bathroom.

You cleaned up as best as you could without another shower before putting on new panties and sliding your shorts back on. You looked at yourself in the mirror, shaking your head and laughing.

“Y/N. What the fuck have you done?” You mumbled to yourself, turning and leaving the bathroom.

Anthony had found your extra blanket and was already laying down and waiting for you. You walked over and crawled into the bed, turning so your back was facing him. His arms came around you and you cursed inwardly at how your body reacted to his touch.

“You alright?” Anthony asked, closing his eyes.

“Yeah, I’m great actually. Are you alright?”

“I’m great.” He replied, “I proved I could make you come. Twice in a row.”

“Don’t get all cocky now.”

“I think I have a right to be right now.”

You got a point. You thought to yourself but you wouldn’t say it out loud.

“Goodnightttt, Anthony.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

You woke up before Anthony, the events of last night flooding your mind. You liked it, you loved it if you were going to be completely honest. It was what you needed after the hell midterms put you through. You slowly got out of bed and crept to the bathroom, eyes widening as you noticed the hickeys Anthony left on your body.

“Jesus…” You murmured to yourself, lifting your leg to see the damage on your thigh.

Anybody who saw you would know what happened. You shrugged off the thought and went through your normal routine. While brushing your teeth you remember Anthony never got to get off last night. That’s not too fair, he made you come twice and he never came at all.

Should I return the favor?

You washed out your mouth and thought about it. It was only right, right? You exited the bathroom and found Anthony awake and on his phone.

“Morning sunshine.” Anthony jested, hoping out of the bed and walking toward you.

“Morning.” You chuckled, stepping out of his way so he could go to the bathroom. You sat on the bed and kicked your feet, trying to figure out an approach to this. Before you could come up with one you liked, Anthony strolled out of the bathroom with a fresh face.

“You never got to come last night.” You blurted, looking down at your lap.

Anthony furrowed his brows in confusion.

“Uh...yeah, I didn’t. It wasn’t about me though.” He shrugged, going to his overnight bag.

“I don’t think that’s fair.”

Anthony stopped walking and turned to face you.

“I… should return the favor. Right?” You asked with uncertainty, looking at him.

Anthony ran his fingers through his hair.

“Uh… I mean… you don’t have to, you know. It was meant to be for you but, if you wanted to… who am I to turn that down? Do you want to?” He responded, sitting in the chair at your desk.

You shyly nodded your head, fidgeting with your fingers.

“Alright… right now? Or…?” Anthony trailed off.

It was clear he was as uncertain as you were. That strangely made you feel better. You got off the bed and walked over to him. Anthony looked up at you as you straddled his lap. You both stared at each other for a moment, his hands coming to your hips. You leaned down and kissed him, a timid kiss just like the night before. Then you kissed him again with more passion, pushing all thoughts away and going with what felt right. Anthony responded eagerly, rubbing your hips and biting softly on your bottom lip. You grinded against him, smiling lightly when he moaned into your mouth. You kept rocking your hips against him, arms around his neck while his hands moved to your ass.

Soon you could feel something hard under you and you pulled away from the heated kiss. You gave him a small smile as you slowly slid down to your knees in front of him. Your gaze moved from his face to his erection and you licked your lips, reaching out and palming him through his thin pajama pants. You never thought about if Anthony was packing or not but you were pleasantly surprised with what you were feeling. Anthony chewed on his bottom lip, watching your movements. With Anthony’s help you pulled down his sweatpants and boxers, jumping back slightly so his dick didn’t hit you in the face. You looked at each other and broke out into laughter.

“S-Sorry.” Anthony said between laughs, leaning back in the chair.

“It’s fine. You’re good. Could’ve been way worse.” You giggled, leaning closer to him and focusing on the task at hand.

You took him into your hand, rubbing your thumb over the tip slowly. Anthony watched you with curious eyes, his hand glued to his sides because the last thing he wanted to do was push your limits. You swiped at the precum, smearing it around his tip. This wasn’t your first time doing this but for some reason your stomach was in knots. You took a deep breath and reminded yourself to let go, who cares that it was Anthony? He was determined to get you off and now it’s your turn to do that same. With a new determination you took his tip into your mouth and started bobbing your head up and down. Anthony balled up his hands fighting the urge to put them on your head. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking harder and easing him further and further down your throat. When your nose hit his pelvic bone his dick hit the back of your throat, making you gag.

“Y-You don’t have to push yourself.” Anthony said, his hands and voice shaky.

You pulled away to look at him, your hand stroking him to make up for the absence of your mouth.

“Shut up and let me blow you.” You said, your voice slightly hoarse.

Anthony looked over your face; your lips were slightly swollen, eyes slightly watering and a slim string of spit still connected your lips to his tip. He almost moaned at the sight but bit down on his lip to hold it back.

“Alright.” He nodded.

You took him back into your mouth, picking up where you left off. Anthony moaned softly, digging his nails into his palm as he fought the urge to buck into your mouth. You looked up at him, tracing a vein with your tongue. Anthony couldn’t look away, eyes locked yours as you licked up his shaft with a flat tongue. Your eyes flickered to his biceps, the muscles bulging from how hard he was clenching his fist.

“You can touch me if you want.”

You could tell he was tempted to but he still shook his head.

“Don’t want to hurt you.” He replied, a slight strain to his voice.

“I’m not fine china. I can handle a little roughness. Come on, please?” You purred, batting your eyelashes at him.

You took him into your mouth again, immediately deepthroating him and fighting the urge to gag. His hand flew to your hair, gripping tightly. You smirked to yourself as he tilted his head back and let out a loud moan.

“F-Fuck.” Anthony hissed, his eyes screwed shut.

You continued to bob your head on his length, your hand covering what wasn’t in your mouth. You could tell Anthony was close when he started to control your head, his grip getting harsher but that only made you moan louder.

“S-Shit, Y/N. I’m gonna-” Anthony cut himself off with a moan, letting go of your head and letting you take over again.

You quickly assessed your options; you could let him come on you but you just washed your face and you didn’t wanna do it again. You could pull back and let him come but that would lead to cum getting everywhere and you’d be damned to have to try to get a cum stain out of your carpet again. That only left one option. You doubled your efforts, tears blurring your vision but you didn’t let that slow you down.

“Y-You may want to pull back.” Anthony advised, his hips bucking slightly.

You ignored his warning and kept sucking until he came with a loud moan. You kept your lips around his tip, stroking him through his orgasm and letting him release into your mouth. You slowed down your strokes and when you were sure he was done, you sat back on your heels. Anthony looked at you in shock, breathing heavily. You slowly stood up and went to the bathroom, spitting his come in the sink and rinsing your mouth out. After using a bit of mouthwash you went back into the room and Anthony had already cleaned himself up and tucked himself away. His cheeks were red as he made eye contact with you.

“Sorry about that.” He looked away, clearly embarrassed.

“Nothing to be sorry about, I wanted that to happen. Just wanted to contain the mess, ya know?” You laughed nervously, playing with your hair.

“...Did it taste bad? Or?”

“No! No, it wasn’t that! I never swallowed before so it was just an instinct. Swallowing feels too intimate.” You replied, walking over and sitting on your bed.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

You both sat in silence, thinking about the past 24 hours. Anthony was supposed to be here for four more days. You didn’t want them to be tension filled and awkward so it was best to address everything now.

“How do you feel?” You asked, forcing yourself to look over at Anthony.

“I feel great physically, mentally I’m not too sure.” Anthony responded, meeting your gaze.

“Yeah. Same…” You trailed off, not knowing what to say next.

“Did you like it? I mean everything that’s happened in the past 24 hours.” Anthony asked.

“Mhm.” You nodded, heat flooding your cheeks, “It was incredible. I guess I didn’t think too much about the outcome of all of this.”

“Me either. I feel the same though, it was amazing.” He agreed, nodding his head.

You both went silent again, a question hanging in the air that both of you were too scared to ask.

“Would you do it again? An ongoing thing, maybe?” Anthony broke the silence again, playing with a loose thread on his sweatpants.

“I don’t see why not… we both got off. I never get off with a partner so it would be nice to actually come at the hands of someone else.”

Anthony chuckled, looking at you again.

“So… we should do this again?”

“I think so.” You replied, biting your bottom lip as Anthony began to smile.

“Many times?”

“As many times as you can last.”

“Who says I’d be the first to tire out.” Anthony raised a brow, tilting his head to the side.

“Guess we won’t find out until we try.” You retorted, knowing Anthony would never back down to a challenge.

“So let’s find out.”

Anthony stood and made his way over to you, moving in between your legs.

“You’re really sure about this?” He whispered, one of his hands moving to the small of your back.

Your hands slid under the shirt he put on a few minutes ago, a smirk on your face.

“Already backing down?”

“Never that. I’m trying to save you from the exhaustion. You could barely stand after two orgasms yesterday.” Anthony said, a smug grin appearing on his face.

“I can’t wait to wipe that smile off your face.”

“So what are we waiting for?”

[nessaiscute]

Calypso rant

Warning, this post contains a lot of salt cause I’m more ready to fight then I’ve ever had. this has been bothering me all day and i can’t take it anymore.

Okay, so there is this post going around of ‘gay pjo pairings’ now if you pay attention to my posts you would know I hate every pairing in this random drawing post. However, thats not what this is bout. This is bout something very personal to me. One of the pairings in this post was Leo and Reyna. Already off to a bad start for me  cause I know Reyna is straight and all of that but thats not the issue here. The reason this pairring was meantioned cause they slammed the ‘leo is trans’ on there

HOLD THE FUCK UP HERE

Okay, am i against Leo being trans? fuck no! Why would I? I’m trans myself and my best friend is a trans male. and he kins with Leo. I would love for Leo to be trans so my bestie can be even happier with Leo’s character. Howthefuckever, right away this got me thinking. Why not ship Trans Leo with his beautfuil girl friend? It would be perfect, showing that a trans man can be happy with a csi woman. a beautfuil and emotinal love full of rep. But this says that can’t happen, what this post is essentially saying ‘Calypso can’t love Leo if he wasn’t a csi man’

Please.... fucking fight me. This drives me so bloody crazy, it does so for 3 reasons. first reason is simple; y’all prove my point time and time again. You don’t give two gods damn shits bout Calypso. You just don’t. Don’t give me anons saying you do. Don’t lecture me how Calypso would be happy with Reyna. YOU DON’T CARE ABOUT CALYPSO’S HAPPINESS if you did her loving Leo wouldn't be the fucking crime of the century. You would stop shipping Calypso with every single person just to get her away to Leo. This isn’t bout ‘leo being a fuckboy’ this is a bullshit hatred simply cause Calypso has zero reaction to Zoe and how she defends Atlas.

Let me take a break from this by saying this: Zoe Nightshade is a sack of shit. She really is, she was so annoying in the beginning. her bitterness makes her such an uncomfortable character to deal with, going on and on bout how crappy men are and even indirectly calling Grover an ‘it’ to excuse why she took Grover on the quest and not Percy. Do I find her backstory emotional? of course i do, Atlas is a sack of shit. However, Zoe is not innocent. she’s a very annoying character. Same with Thalia. Bitter characters so are uncomfortable. She does develop but a huge thing bout me is development does not always save a character. Perfect example of this is Sakura Haruno from Naruto, yes she develops  but she’s still a sack of shit, just cause she dosen’t barf around Naruto dosen’t make her a good person.   

Back to Calypso. You know.... i wish this site would state how it really feels bout Cal. I wish they would openly admit how much they hate Calypso. If you did actually like her you would accept that she’s happy with Leo. Okay the ship is rushed WHO FUCKING CARES?? Why can’t i just be happy with the fact she’s finally found her place?? Why do i have to care bout how ‘shitty’ the writing is. You know... a gay sack of shit summoning The guy who beat Mr. D’s wife getting with mary sue blonde ass crack isn’t really the best writing out there. But wait, I forgot, Gay people always get excused for anything they do yet Calypso is bitch of the century for defending her bloody father. Gods I’m sick of this bullshit. I’m sick of the sexism. its so depressing that im the only one giving Calypso a place to defend herself cause no one else can handle how scary you assholes can be simply cause Cal’s not gay.

PISS OFF WITH YOUR BULLSHIT

Gods i remember last year when all the fake Calypso fans started shipping her with Reyna. Cause ‘she has to be gay’ and ‘she has to hate leo’ this went on for a long time. the next toa book comes out and all that went out the window and now its ‘leo has to be trans’ as a trans person. Im telling yall to fuck off with that shit. I don’t even think you care bout Trans people. I think yall just want to hate female characters that don’t match your bull. whats gonna happen to “leo is a fuckboy?” Whats gonna happen to “Reyna can do better then that filth”? is it gonna go out the window just to make Calypso upset?? Is the Caleo tag going to be filled with posts of Leo making Cal- wait i forgot YOU’RE ALREADY FUCKING DOING THAT with all of the ‘leo loves himself more then he loves his girlfriend’

Okay.... deep breathes..... Deep breathes Vanessa.

I guess I’ll wrap this up by saying my anger salt and overall determination to stay was multiplied. This blog isn’t going anywhere, I’m going to stay right here and remind yall that Calypso, the sweet plant need that is Calypso loves her boyfriend so bloody much.

*waits for the spew of anon hate*