#I'm so happy for absolutely no reason because I know that damn rat wanted to kword my babies Karen and Foggy in the DD Born Again

[starkholme]

If Daredevil is canon, then Kastle S2 is canon too

[cairavende]

Worm Arc 12 thoughts:

Brian needs to watch the Barbie movie holy shit! (I understand the story takes place in 2011 and the movie doesn't exist there)

Just like, fuck get off Taylor's back. She is playing it too safe but also being too aggressive. Moving too fast but also not being aggressive enough! AHHHHHHHH!

Seriously, nearly every time Brian showed up in this arc I was yelling at him. Dude. Just back off.

Skitter fucking just, killing thousands of rats in a few minutes is absolutely terrifying. God I love her.

Hookwolf is a dick. I can't believe everyone else went along with him and gave the Travelers and the Undersiders shitty choices like that. I mean that's not true, I can believe it I'm just mad.

I legit forgot Imp existed until Tattletale mentioned leaving her at the meeting as a spy. I love how the way her power works combined with the writing style means she just disappears for the readers as well.

Loved seeing more of the Travelers and more Noelle. Excited to learn more about her (I don't have great feelings about her long term situation though).

Jack is such a fucking POSER oh my god!

He just. He thinks he's so cool. But he's not. Fucking "this is not an exit" reference and shit.

He is Tobey Maguire Spider-Man from Spider-Man 3. Just thinks he is the coolest shit. Everyone just has to accept it cause he got fancy knife powers.

Tattletale just fucking full confidence fucking with the Nine while standing right in front of them. She clearly knew it was high risk but she took it and she got results, spoiling Jacks plan with Cheri and shit.

That said, AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! MY BABY SOMEBODY HELP MY BABY! AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! (Ok she's not like, my baby, that's Taylor. But she's still my baby.)

LOOK AT MY FUCKING DAUGHTER! FUCKING LOOK AT HER! HOW MANY PEOPLE DID SHE SAVE FROM SHATTERBIRD? HUNDREDS? THOUSANDS? SHE IS AMAZING!

She fucking needs therapy though. Saves more people than anyone else could have and is mad because she didn't do enough. God damn Taylor love yourself!

Danny is fine. Besides, he had warning so any injures are basically his fault. Git gud Danny. (Ok look that's a little unfair, but he messed up pretty bad with raising my daughter so I'm allowed to be a little unfair to him I think.)

And look at my daughter again! She goes and organizes people to help the wounded. Takes charge. Gets a cool butch lady that might never show up again to help. I hope she does show up again though.

AND THEN FUCKING MANNEQUIN! AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!

After he showed up I said "I don't know how the fuck she's gonna do it, but my daughter is gonna kick your ass". And then like a few paragraphs later I read "I have no idea how the fuck I’m going to do it but I’m going to make you regret that." This made me both happy - fun to say something and have Taylor say almost the same thing - and worried - cause when I said I didn't know how she was going to do it I kinda hoped she had a plan.

But then she fucking does it! She kicks his ass. She steals his arm. SHE RIPS HIS HEAD OFF! GOD DAMN! THAT'S MY FUCKING KID!

I do think she should hire the buff burly guy who helped her rip Mannequin's head off. He clearly has motivation and would be loyal. And maybe I want to see him more. For reasons.

But anyway she fucking wrecks Mannequin, makes him look like he lost a fight with a paint store. Just fucking clowned on him. She is so good.

Then the next day Brian comes in and fully focuses on how stupid it was to fight Mannequin, not really praising that she won or asking if she needs medical help. God damn bud!

But I loved how a fuck ton of people were like "Oh shit she beat Mannequin! I want to work for her." She's going to be so fucking famous soon.

Interlude 1 - Jack is a poser again. Sucks to be the Merchants, can't say I'll miss them. Jack trying to sound all clever with his carrot and sticks thing, but most of what he lists for the other Nine is really obvious. And he misses some stuff as well. Poser. I could lead the Nine better than him (not that I would lead the Nine, just that if I did I would be better than Jack).

Interlude 2 - God damn this is a doozy. Shit ton of Cauldron lore. Battery backstory. Assault backstory. I made a "now kith" joke when they fought for the very first time cause I didn't realize who they were yet. It was supposed to be a joke. I did not want them to end up together. They should not be together. Legend should not have allowed Assault to be on Battery's team. He was a bit of a dick for that. So much Cauldron lore though. I can't put it all here.

[randomthefox]

It's like the writers for idw see all the angry posts saying "there's no way it could get worse than this" and intentionally make the comic even more dogshit. But I know that's not the case. I know the comic is only bad because the people working on it are insane and out of touch with reality. But how can anyone with the intent of making something good end up making something so embarrassingly awful?

The quality of the comic is perplexing. This shit is actually baffling to me.

How has NO ONE been like "nah this sucks do something else"

I feel like I'm going insane

Well for Ian Flynn at least we know he's just a completely delusional narcissist at this point. He's so far up his own ass that his ego can be legally considered a rectal tumor. He literally thinks his shit don't stink. He literally thinks he can do no wrong, that everything he ever does or says is untouchable, and he surrounds himself exclusively with people who enable that state. He also has nowhere else to go. If he ever got the boot from working on Sonic, he probably wouldn't even be able to get a job as a greeter at Wal-Mart. It's sort of a unstable house of cards of his own construction.

For Evan Stanley, I dunno. I've never pulled my punches when talking about her writing, and I'm still mad at her about the "Sonic Forces but now Surge is there" meme. But she's a very talented artist and has a lot of potential for a future. Her work on the Superstars Triple Trouble animation was very good and showed a lot of distinct personality that made it stand out from the stuff Tyson has directed, while still fitting naturally into the standard they'd established with the previous animations. I'm genuinely very happy for her and that she's been getting scoped to do all these official SEGA projects like the tarot deck. And she doesn't seem like a bad person, going off her social media presence anyway. (Unlike Flynn, who is done absolutely NO favors by how he conducts himself on his podcast and on twitter).

And I've theorized before that I doubt she's getting paid a fair wage for the issues of the comic where she both wrote AND drew for it - reasonably she should get paid a writing fee AND an artists fee AND an inking and colorist fee for the issues where she did literally the entire god damn thing. But I SERIOUSLY doubt it, she probably just gets paid her flat rate per page. If ANYBODY is probably checked out when it comes to this comic, it's probably her. So if you wanted to tell me she was writing the comic bad ON PURPOSE as some kind of game to keep herself amused, I'd believe you.

Aside from them, the comic has a new editing team since the old guard who had been supervising the comic since day one fled from IDW like rats from a sinking ship. So they probably just don't give a shit.

So it's probably a combination of insanity, apathy, and POTENTIALLY the slightest hint of intentionally trying to drive the comic off a cliff.

[crowofjudgements-blog]

Heyy!

I saw your posts about your spidersona (?) Bonnie, and I wanted to ask if you have random fun facts about them (things like they usually dress their cat in cute clothing)!

I found you character really interesting, so I'd like to know more about them :)

Hi!! Thank you so much for your ask. I'm literally fiending for any reason to talk about this crazy cat lady

Bonnie grew up in and out of the foster care system up until her father went to prison when she was 14.

She took on her mother's last name because their father refused to sign the birth certificate of a daughter.

She raised her two younger twin siblings from the time she was 14

They had the entirety of her undergraduate degree (philosophy, housing, and Juris Doctor in New York paid for in scholarships and bursaries (she's a damn smart cookie).

During their post-secondary education, Bonnie worked as a cam girl to help support her siblings back home and would frequently make trips back to New Orleans to make sure they were taken care of.

She had a deep, irrational fear of clowns.

Bonnie's world and New York are harshly polluted and damaged to the point of no return. The age expectancy is like 50 years old because of how bad it is. There's literal acid rain every once in a while.

Bonnie lives in a tiny studio apartment with barely a pot to piss in. The contents of their apartment are as follows; an air mattress, a fold-out chair, a box television, ALL the cat necessities, and a spork. (This lady is destitute)

She takes better care of her cat than they take care of themself.

Fenêtre's full name is Fenêtre Maximilien Alexandre-Beauchamp Soileau and he is a distinguished little gentleman (street rat).

Bonnie, as it stands, is not currently working at the age of 32. They took bereavement leave after the death of her fiancé and could just... never bring herself to go back, couldn't stand their coworker's pity.

Bonnie was bitten by her spider later in life, around 31, around the time when her fiancé died and she had to terminate her pregnancy (that's right!! They were briefly pregnant)

She mainly survives on fiending and gambling.

The judicial system never gave her justice for the murder of her fiancé so, well, they had to take it into her own hands (she killed his murderers in cold blood).

Her New York thinks they're a villain.

Bonnie nearly beat the daylights out of Peter when they first met because he interrupted a poker game she was about to win big on (prick).

Fenêtre is just as sassy, if not more so, as Bonnie.

Bonnie never really celebrated holidays as a child so as an adult they go all out, but their decorations are always ass. Think of a bald Christmas tree. Literally no one tells them though, they just let her live in their delusional happiness.

She does, in fact, dress Fenêtre up in little sweaters, especially around winter cause they don't want their baby to freeze (he's a Serbian cat, a literal ball of fluff).

Bonnie has a terribly weakened immune system which only got worse after they were bitten so she's frequently sick and bed-bound.

Bonnie LOVES ferry boats, to an unhealthy degree.

Bonnie instantly became friends with Hobie Brown and those two are menaces together. They cause absolute chaos in the Spider Society and laugh about it over tea and buttered biscuits.

That's all I have for now!! Please let me know if you want any specific information or if you'd like me to dive into any part of this character. They're my passion project, I foam at the mouth for her. Thank you for your ask :) In the meantime, enjoy this image of a very happy Fenê.

[teslacoils-and-hubris]

stop holding back, talk about your oc

Anon you're playing a dangerous game telling me to talk about any of my ocs but especially ocs for the fandoms I'm currently obsessing over

So because most tf2 ocs are mostly just self inserts that don't play around with the whole joke of their characters designs (totally valid and I also do it), I wanted to play in the space and make someone that i could reasonably see ending up in tf2 in a different world, hence my anti violence hippy who somehow ended up as a merc using chemical weapons to kill people! Everything about this character is at its core an attempt at being funny that is probably only funny to me lol. The rest is under the read more cause it got long

Anyways meet the chemist! I imagine he's functionally sort of a cross between demoman and pyro, one weapon being a sort of delayed fire trap similar to demos stickybombs but instead of bombs they're aerosol gas weapon canisters that create a sort of poison cloud that gives damage if you run through it that adds up the longer you stay in a cloud. His second weapon is basically a recolor of pyros flamethrower except chemical/acid spray instead of fire, it has a certain time it gives damage for similar to afterburn. I haven't figured out what his meele weapon is yet, but I imagine he does have a two person taunt where he puts a flower in their gun

Backstory wise it's basically what I said before, he was just a weird hippy hitchhiking around, making and doing drugs, and getting suckered into newage spiritual cults. He found he was pretty skilled with a chemistry set and started playing around making highly illegal chemical weapons for fun and probably used them at some anti violence protests he was at, which eventually got him scouted by miss pauling to avoid legal charges by moving down to New Mexico and putting his skills to use. He thought he was being pulled into a new cult and just went along with it and was honestly pleasantly surprised to find out it wasnt another cult. Nice change of pace :)

Personality wise he's pretty chill. Susceptible to suggestion and 100% believes in aliens but isn't so into the whole new age stuff that it's apparent until you get to know him and he mentions off hand that he was abducted by aliens and told the secrets of the universe one night. Firmly against the idea that aliens built the pyramids or had any real role in human civilization until roswell because the aliens told him so. I imagine he talks like Bill and Ted. This is critical he may be anti violence but he has absolutely no moral problems about fucking people up and even killing them. His problem was doing it as a job but he was totally cool beating up assholes for free. He had a bit of a clash with his new job at first, but when told he could do his damn job or leave in a body bag he got over it pretty quick

When it comes to the other mercs, there's plenty of opportunity for chaos as always. I imagine he gets along well enough with engi and demo, talking about engineering and chemistry needed in all their jobs and just hanging out. I imagine a sort of running gag with scout where scout complains about his lack of game to chemist and chemist, who is a freak and a weirdo and looks like a wet rat, regales him with some story that somehow ends with him getting laid despite all odds and scout being angry/jeleous/confused/come on?? This guy?? About it. Spy hates him cause he's gross and weird and all to touchy Feely and constantly tries to get the group to be emotionally open. Smokes with sniper in the woods. Honestly kind of creeped out by medic I don't have a reason I just feel it in my bones it took a while for them to warm up to eachother. Running joke were soldier calls him a hippy and he just shrugs and agrees and makes soldier even madder

Anyways I'm not happy with my design for him yet but have this first draft design that I do like but doesn't feel like it fits the aesthetic of tf2 enough for me, the half visible emblem is based on chemical hazard information symbols and will also probably get reworked at some point

[tyrannodokuro]

fuck it, i'm just gonna copy and paste my rant from reddit (yeah yeah i know, people here hate that site, i just don't care anymore)

"I can't live like this anymore.

My life has been absolute hell. I have depression and anxiety like nobody's business, and as a result I haven't been able to do anything to make things better. I'm too tired, lethargic, and low on spoons to make any kind of meaningful progress. Every time I take a risk it always, always backfires on me. I don't come out of any mistakes or obstacles "stronger" or whatever bullshit, I come out weaker, and in a worse place than I was before.

I have never, ever had any control over my life. Up until I moved to Wisconsin roughly three years ago I had to live with my extremely toxic and abusive relatives and it has left me broken and scared. Moving here has been the best decision of my life….but it wasn't something I could do on my own. I'm still on disability because of my circumstances, and it's only through a close friend of mine that I'm able to live here at all. I can't work or take care of myself to (almost literally) save my life.

Yet for some godforsaken reason people still keep insisting "ONLY YOU CAN CHANGE YOUR LIFE!!!!!" or "LIFE WON'T GET BETTER UNTIL YOU MAKE IT BETTER!!!!!!" or some crap like that. I am so god damn sick of hearing that. As if I'm suddenly going to magically gain the energy, money, and resources necessary to improve things for myself. These people don't give a rat's ass about actually being any kind of help, or even being a source of reassurance. People would only care if I died or was on the brink of killing myself, and even that's a gray area.

Also, I'm getting really fed up with this YOLO garbage being shoved down my throat. I hate hearing "LIFE IS TOO SHORT FOR _ OR _!!!" or "LIVE YOUR LIFE TO THE FULLEST!!!!" It doesn't make me feel better, all it does is remind me of how much time I've wasted.

I have done everything in my power (what little there is) to try and turn things around. I've gone to therapy, I've called the crisis line several times, I've made small steps, and it all completely nosedives when I have another depression spell or mental breakdown, and I'm right back at square one.

Mistakes don't make me wiser. Obstacles don't make me stronger. They make me weaker, they make me worse, they leave me in a darker spot than I was in before. And nobody gives a shit.

I just want to be happy. I'm sick of bad things constantly happening to me. I'm sick of toxic positivity. I'm sick of it all."

[misslovasstuff]

Hi, I love the way you write <3. I wanted to make a request, could you write a Fyodor x reader where Fyodor finds out that his s/o was seriously injured due to one of his enemies and only hurt her to get revenge on Fyodor? Like, Fyodor neglected that his girlfriend went shopping and there Fyodor's enemy hurts her (obviously in an alley or so) and when she gets home Fyodor finds out everything bc she's crying and she's hurt.

I don't know if I was understood, but I would be happy if you could do it, you write really beautiful, thank you anyways. <33

I got you anon! <33

He loves greatly

Fyodor x reader

tw: slight mention of abuse/r*pe (but very soft end :’)

The night was colder than usual. Even your long trenched cold nor your gloves could really protect you from the bitter cold. Your jaws were trembling and your teeth clenching with each other. However, your home wasn’t far away from where you were now, walking through a dark alley, all alone.

Usually, by this time, you’d be accompanied by your boyfriend. But for some reason, he didn’t come to pick you up tonight. 

Your hands were hurting from caring all your shopping bags by yourself. The heavy breathing and footsteps of yours were the only sounds that pierced the darkness until suddenly, a spotlight hit you from above. 

“What the, - you stop and scan the area but there was no one around. It felt like the dimming light was sucking all your energy and you collapse to the ground.

Your vision gets blurry but you don’t lose consciousness yet. You notice footsteps approaching. A bitter laugh is heard in the background.

You look up and see the faces of two men, one creepier than the other, smiling down on you.

“This is his girlfriend? Damn. - one of the men whistles while touching your hair. - That rat sure is a lucky one.”

You slap his hand away, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Dare to touch me and he’ll kill you.”

“Trust me, darling, that’s exactly what we’re after.”- there’s a disgusting expression on the other man’s face when his hands start to travel around your body.

“No, don’t!”- you struggle to escape but there’s no use. A hard slap makes you collapse to the ground, this time losing consciousness.

...

After a few minutes, you wake up with a dizzy head. Scanning your surroundings, you notice scars in your skin that weren’t there before. Furthermore, your top was half cropped and your hair was loose. You manage to get up, your legs trembling and your eyes watery, you let out a scream, crying out for help.

But there was none. Only desperation and fear. You were drowning in the darkness that surrounded you, but somehow, you found the strength to walk.

When you arrive home to him, to the man that you risked your life for on daily basis, you had mixed feelings for at the end of the day.

“Y/n?”- Fyodor widens his eyes at the sight of you. Truly speaking, not only you looked exhausted,  but you looked broken.

“Love, what happened?”- Your boyfriend approaches you worriedly, afraid to touch you, afraid to even look you in the eyes.

A tear rolls down your eye. You didn’t know how much a single tear of yours created a storm of rage in Fyodor’s eyes. If you shed a single tear, he’d made the world burn and desperately seek your tears as salvation. He’d made the world bow to your knees and apologize. He’d do everything. Absolutely everything. 

“I was attacked, - you say with a trembling voice, a voice that broke Fyodor’s heart. A voice that caused Fyodor’s soul to curse the moment he wasn’t there, the moment he couldn’t protect you. - It is your fault.”

It was said, that there were no ways that a human could even try to hurt Fyodor. Because he was a man that had nothing to lose. Someone who had only ambitions and no past.

But there were people who knew that he had a weak point, the only flower in his garden, the only diamond that could cut him. It was you. 

You were his weakness. Someone who should never, ever, be involved in his dirty games, thus he always tried to keep you safe. But tonight, he couldn’t.

“What...what did you say?”- Fyodor’s heart trembled for the first time. Was it guilt, was it pain, or just the responsibility of loving someone?

“It’s your fault! Look at me!”- you shout at him, hitting his chest repeatedly. Fyodor heard your screams that stung his heart. He held your fists that meant to hit him multiple times. But in the end, you cry in his arms, hugging him tightly, finding the protection that you once searched for. You were safe in his arms, but your tears couldn’t stop falling as your heart felt heavy.

Fyodor embraced you gently, patting your head.

“I'm sorry. - he apologizes, kissing the top of your head while caressing your back. - I’m so sorry.”

You clench his shirt while he bites his lip out of frustration. Anger slowly building inside him, he takes you to the bed, putting you in nice and cozy.

After all the crying, sleep gets to you and thus, you surrender, finally getting some peace.

But for Fyodor, this wasn’t over. Whoever the bastards who hurt you, there are going to pay.

Not by death alone, but by a sort of torture, that they’ll be begging him for death.

He takes a last look at you, sleeping soundly on his bed. Fyodor places a kiss on your forehead and you smile in your sleep. This gesture of yours makes him smile softly, caressing your cheek while trying to make himself leave. How much he wanted to stay by your side, reminding you that everything’s going to be alright, that you weren’t to get hurt anymore because of him. But all Fyodor could do was wish for your happiness and the death of his enemies, which was about to be as painful as a snake bite, long and torturing. 

As he was about to leave the room, you suddenly call out his name.

“Fyodor, - he immediately reacts to the sound of your voice. - please stay with me, I need you.”

Guilt, desire, regret, pain, all these placed in a human heart, don’t you think it’s too much?  Fyodor was conflicted. He wanted to stay but first, he had to take revenge. He had to, otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to sleep at all.

“Love, come.”- you speak in your sleep with so much gentleness. Fyodor slowly approaches your sleepy self. For a short moment, he lets himself in the sheets, putting you in his embrace. Your head rests in his chest and his arms are around you.

Fyodor caresses your skin and he feels the scars on it. His hands tremble while running them over with his fingers.

“Ah beautiful, what have those bastards done to you?”- he squeezes you tight, closing his eyes so he could forget. He could forget he let this happen.

How could this happen? He was always so protective of you. Always.

“It’s your fault! Look at me!” - your words ring in his mind like a curse. He couldn’t bear it anymore.

Fyodor tries to leave but you take a grip of his hand, stopping him.

“Don’t do it. It’s not worth it for me.”

Do you know about that kind of switch that goes on and off inside one person’s head. That’s what snapped in Fyodor right now.

You had such an innocent look on your face. The bruises left on your body, your dull eyes, your magic had turned into dust. Your smile was fake, trying to deceive your angry boyfriend who stood there in shock.

After all that happened, you were still trying to protect him. You cared about him because Fyodor was the man you so dearly loved, he was your hero and you had just accused him, which gave you a sense of guilt.

“I’m sorry, for what I said earlier. It’s not your fault, Fyo, it’s just...”- you fail to explain your mixed feelings when your boyfriend holds your hand, your foreheads touching each other.

“Even if the sun burned your skin even a bit, I would freeze it without a second thought. If the river attempted to drown you, I would drain it. Even if the entire world shattered to pieces, I’d hold you close while I die for you. Don’t ever apologize for such things again. Ever.”- he cups your cheek while putting some strands of hair behind your ear.

“But Fyodor, I don’t want you to get hurt - your words get interrupted when he hushes with a soft peck in the lips.

“I’ll be back soon, I promise.”

He kisses your forehead and puts another blanket above your shoulders.

You watch him leave, your hero who would gladly make the ocean burn for you. That is, the way Fyodor loves. He loves so greatly. 

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Anonimous said: Hi sweetheart, how are you? I hope you doing great. First of all, I’m a huge fan of you and I’m from Saudi Arabia I CAN’T STOP SMILING WHEN I READ A FANFICTION FOR U♥️. So if you don’t mind and the requests are open could we have something for Kai, Kaito, Kin, and Haru doing a pajama party cuz that is ANGEL B-day n she’s like these things? Sorry for my bad English. AGAIN THANK YOU BECAUSE YOU MADE MY DAY♥️

“You two want to do what again?” he sighed, one of his hands supporting his head with his elbow on his desk as his free one pinched his covered nose.

“A pj party!” Kin giggled as her older brother nodded at her, confirming to his father he also wanted the same thing.

“Why? You both know none your colleagues like to even step closer to the Hassaikai, is useless.” He gave an nonchantly look at Kaito when he facepalmed, mocking him surely the little brat, as Kin huffed and put her hands on her waist with a frown, reminding him very much of you.

Damn those brats took after both of you very well

“Dad..” Kaito groaned before pointing at the door with both arms “Is for mom’s birthday! She loves those things!” The boy exclaimed as he deadpanned.

“Don’t tell us you forgot!” Kin spoke with a cold tone of voice while glaring at him with a pout, matching gold orbs staring back at his own.

“I haven't.” he sighed, getting up from his chair and leavuing his office, his son and daughter following him like baby ducks, causing to a nearby precept to chuckle at the scene before yelping when he saw the death glare Chisaki gave to him over his shoulders. 

“Then you letting us do it then?” The nine year’s old boy asked, face same as his father but on his (E/c) coul be noticed a tinge of hope and happiness.

“Your mother is how many years older than you both again? The answer is no.” He said in sarcasm as he walked before sighing when his three year’s old daughter got on his front and sucefully stoped him on walking “What?”

“Papa pleasee??” she got her tiny and chubby hands interlocked together while doing the puppy eyes up at him “You can help us and say is a gift you also gave!”

“Absolutely not-” He growled and rolled his eyes up when she started to sniffle, then to help even more he felt a tug on his jacket, and when looking down he saw Kaito with a pout and the same look Kin carried.

Those brats knew it how to get to him, dammit it was the same look his wife gave it to him all the time and fucking succeded it. He had to remember to have a long, LONG chat with you later for this attitude of the kids.

“Do whatever you two want without messes. And your mother better like it.” he watched his son and daughter’s face lighten up and shout their thanks at him while running to whatever they were planning “NO running inside the house you brats!”

Just listening to his son and daughter’s gigglesgave a simple smile to the usual cold man as he shook his head and started to walk again only to be met with his wife, entering the house along with Chrono after she went out.

“Kai!” he watched you put the bags carefully on the ground to walk towards him witha bright smile, also noticing the quick greeting Hari gave to him before his daughter jumped and lauched on his leg with giggles.

“I see you wiped off the money I had on my credit card.” he said nonchantly as you giggled, letting him, one more time on that day, smile and touch your cheek with his gloved hand to carres it.

“Says the man whose not even once stop buying things. Hell Kai, not even me or the kids can’t look at something and yoy’re already grabbing and paying for it.”

“Is for a different reason, and with those brats I agree I have to come to a stop before they become spoiled pests.”

.

.

.

He was walking on the halls, finishing reading some of his paperwork until he heard some giggles, catching a bit of a blanket little thief run and enter one room of the house.

Cringing at the thought of that blanket slidding and catching all the dirt on the floor, he sighed before going after and opening the door.

"You brats better not make a mess of this-" he stopped abruptly when he saw the state the room was in... full of pillows, lanterns, blankets forts which btw he learned what it was from you.

It even had the freacking coffe table from the living room full of snacks.

"So one of you stole the table huh little rats?" He asked nonchantly as Kin poked her head out of the blankets and kaito looked at him over his shoulder.

"Hah?" The boy said monotonously before accidentaly using his quirk on a pillow. Causing to explode and the room be filled with feathers.

"That makes a great decoration Kaito-kun!" He arched one of his eyebrows at seing Chrono's daughter inside one of the first, putting on some Christmas golden lights inside of it.

"Haru." He nodded towards teh girl whose shyly gretted back and returned to her going "Ordered someone to help make your work? Kaito?"

"No way!" The boy exclaimed before getting up "Me and Kin invited her as well!"

"Yeah! Kaito has a bitty wittyy crushy on Haru-chan!" Kin singed while twirling the blanket on her fingers as Kaito gagged but soon scoffed, crossing his arms much like he would do.

Damn Kaito took after him shit-

"As long as none of you cause a mess that is not my problem." He sighed, turning his back at the kids and waving at them over his shoulder "Try to not destroy the house while I'm not looking."

"We wont!" Kaito huffer before picking the shattered pillow before frowning "uh... daddy?"

"What now..?" He grimaced before looking at the shy kid whose begrudily showed the torn out pillow on both his hands.

"Help..? I still cant control it that well..." the boy said in shame and he soften his eyes at the much familiar dark brow hair son of his.

"Give it here." He sighed while crouching down and grabbing his son's hands while one of his free one had on the pillow "Concentrate on what form you want it, and how the pillow was before you used your quirk on it."

It was quiet until he saw the two girls looking in interest as he deadpanned.

"Isn't the surprise suppose to be ready until my wife comes here?"

"Right!" Haru yelped and grabbed the rest of the lights. He noticed the anticipation of his son to also help so instead he used his own quirk to put it back together.

"Huh?" Kaito noticed before being patted on the head.

"Go on. We can have lessons all the time, but your mother's birthday is only one time at the year so." He commented nonchantly as (E/c) eyes widened and shined as a little but bright smile appeared on the boy's face as he let out a happy giggle when Kai got up.

"Thank you daddy!" The boy said cheerfully before joining the girls and helping them with the lights since he was the tallest out of the three.

His gaze remained on them for a little before scoffing and going back to his work.

When he had became so... soft over two brats and one kid that wasn't even his own?

He grimaced and shaked his head to rid his head of this thoughts and returned to his office.

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"I'm so tired..." you sighed while taking your heels off aa Kai stared at you.

"Dinner wasn't of your liking?"

"No no, it was amazing but you spared too much money as always." You giggled while hitting your head on his chest as he carresed with his gloved hand your hair.

Usually after a dinner, especially on your birthday he would... take you to the bedroom and... well, you know.

Ut just when he was about to kiss your neck after pulling his mask down he remember immediately the work his kids and Haru had done. Grimacing, he had to be strong to push his selfishness and lost aside to cup your cheeks to leave one passionate kiss. Enough for him to leave your head quite dizzy.

"Woah.." you whispered as he smirked, pecking your forehead as you pouted "Not going to continue what you started handsome?"

"Sadly, it seems like you have plans already." He sighed while walking and montioning for him to follow you.

"Huh? I don't have any? Or do I?" You followed him as he gave three knowns with the back of his fingers on a door.

"The brats have you for the night." Was the only thing he could muster before your son and daughter threw themselfs at you as Haru laughed but from some safe distance before going to you; on the ground by the way, your kids werent gentle; and giving a cheerful happy birthday along with the Chisaki twins and a hug.

"Woah!" You giggled before sitting up, Kin, giggling, and Kaito, smirking, on your lap "So that was the surprise you two hinted earlier?"

"We were actually scared that papa was going to tell you!" Kin exclaimed while climbing off from your lap and grabbing your hand.

"Yeah since he always fights with us to get you." Kaito mumbled before helping you up, smirking at the glare Kai had on him.

Little sh-

"So I-Oh my god you three did that?!" You exclaimed when you saw the room decorated as Kin nodded fervently before Kaito begrudilly pointed at Haru.

"Haru did most of the decorations..." the girl laughed before smilling up at you.

"I dont even know what to say kids.." you said with a smile as he sighed.

"I will let you four be for now. Anything just go to my office." He ignored your asking if he wasn't going to stay because he knew what was going to happen.

He didn't wanted Kaito or Kin to comment why he was hiding a toy on the middle of his pants.

He crossed paths with chrono, whose seemed torned out with something.

"Kai thank god." The male sighed before looking around "Have you seen Haru? I couldn't find her all day."

"She hadn't told you she was going to spend the night with my own pests and my wife? They literally stole her from the night." He commented nonchantly as Kurono face palmed.

"I forgot about that." He growled as Kai shook his head.

[indigosandviolets]

Hey! I was rereading your Liebgott/ Grant fic, Birthday Dinner, and now I'm dying for more. Could you do some Liebgrant headcanons? Also, I have no idea if that's their ship name but it's what I'm going with.

sorry this took a bit! i’m still teetering with their ship name too. Liebgrant? Grantgott? who the hell knows, but without further ado, here are the headcanons!

you cannot tell me that these two idiots didn’t stupidly pine for each other and DIDNT NOTICE THAT THE OTHER ONE FELT THE SAME

Lieb had fallen for the loveable ray of sunshine that is Chuck Grant (who hasn’t) and Grant found Lieb to be incredibly funny and charming

they’ve both fucked with their run times on Currahee so they could finish together and no one ever noticed

or, they might’ve noticed and just didn’t say shit

but it took until fucking ALDBOURNE for them to finally catch on fully

yeah, that’s right, A YEAR AND A HALF

it ended up being a few weeks before they were going to jump that Grant realized that it was gonna be now or never to tell Lieb

Lieb was...he was glad to hear it, but...

“A year and a half. A fuckin’ year and a half.”

“I didn’t know if you were gonna feel the same, Joe!”

“No, no, I get that, and I do, but a fuckin’ year and a half?”

“You didn’t do anything either.”

“Look—“

nah but these two are absolutely in love with each other

Lieb will do things just because Grant likes it and for no other reason than that and Grant does the same

like one time Lieb wore his hair one way by accident and Grant told him it was cute so Lieb wore it like that all week

Grant has woken up before Lieb to make sure Lieb has enough coffee to function during the day. Grant doesn’t even drink coffee

i swear to god their relationship is just them doing nice things for each other all the time

like they don’t know how to stop being nice through actions

words though? we all know that Lieb definitely calls Grant “my bitch” with the most love

and, just so we’re clear, Grant calls him “my rat” right back

you know for a damn fact Lieb would sneak off to cuddle with Grant in his foxhole in Bastogne and it pissed Alley the fuck off because he didn’t want to be on watch alone but Lieb did not give a fuck

and Grant wasn’t complaining so it’s not like he had a reason to stop

Lieb and Grant also definitely shared a bed in Haugenau and no one questioned it because “it’s fucking cold, alright?” 

Lieb also definely swiped extra cigarettes and Hershey Bars from Luz for Grant and Luz was fucking pissed because he knew it was Lieb but he couldn’t prove it

Lieb was smug as fuck about it and Grant couldn’t have been prouder

and i know that everyone thinks Lieb was flirting with Web, and he kinda was, but that was entirely because Grant was too

a couple that checks out cute guys together stays together

“Does he work out?”

“Not as much as you do.”

“Good to hear.”

they’re too in love with each other anyways to end up doing anything anyways

Grant was the first person Lieb turned to after Landsberg

Grant just held Lieb for a long time, neither of them no how long they were say like that, just holding onto each other, but they didn’t care

after that day, Grant didn’t think he would ever be able to let go of Lieb ever

Lieb didn’t think he would ever want Grant to let go of him ever

after the war and Grant recovered— hold on, let me describe some shit real quick

Lieb was ready to k i l l the drunk soldier. and i mean kill. brutally. no mercy. the only thing that stopped him? knowing that Grant would have been disappointed in him

so Lieb settles for seeing Spiers beat the shit out of him

so, back to after they get back to the states

Lieb fills Grant in on everything he missed, and let’s be honest, Grant was a little upset he missed the baseball game and Lieb ‘bout smacked him upside the head

“You got shot in the fucking face, and you’re upset you missed out on a baseball game?”

“You played without me!”

“Jesus, Chuck, it’s not like I wasn’t thinking about you the entire time.”

Grant moves in with Lieb in San Francisco and they live in a little townhouse and we all KNOW that they own a dog and you can’t convince me otherwise

it’s French bulldog named Bernadette and Grant and Lieb love her more than anything on the goddamn planet

correction, they love each other more, but damn is Bernadette isn’t a close second

Grant saved up a lot of money for Lieb so he could open up a barber shop instead of working for the taxi company and Lieb damn well near cried when he found out

and he felt bad because he hadn’t done the same for Grant but Grant told him that he did it because he wanted to do it, because he wanted Lieb to be happy and that? that made Lieb cry like a baby

they didn’t get married but they got each other rings and wear them, so yeah, they’re married, and it’s sweet as fuck

[bi-lullaby]

I loved your last rankings so much that I'm sending you another fun (?!) challenge! How would you rate all these male GA characters from your favorite to least favorite, no ties allowed? :) Alex, Derek, Richard, Mark, Owen, Jackson, Burke, George, Andrew, Linc and Ben? Good luck, and as always, feel free to include your reasons why because I love your answers!

Ohhh boy you give me life with those asks! Here we go:

1 - As no surprise to anyone: Alex. My baby had the best character development I’ve ever seen, really, brcaus ewhile it was huge, it was also paced and believable and stabilished and non-linear. He was a huge asshole with a concealed heart of gold in season one. In season 15, he’s a golden boy with a concealed asshole side, and the growth/diminishment of those sides weren’t always inversely proportionate, but adjusted to what each characteristic was brought out more by his surroundings/worked more on by himself. Also, he’s the person that has stuck with mer for the longest and through the most, which would put him in a high place in this list even if he wasn’t my favorite on his own. I also adore how, thematically, he’s so moved by the women in his life (bot just the romantic i terests while we are at it) for the betterment of himself and hsi ways. It’s not like Owen’s “I’ll need her to take care of me emptionally and shape herself to my desires so I can be in a good place, it’s recognizing those positive influences in his life and trying to emulate them/work with them/learn from them. Also about his theme, itms less the worn-out “guy is validated in being an asshole bc he had a tough life” and more “guy learns that his tough life doesn’t mean he gotta act like an asshole”. I love this character so much, ugh.

2 - Ben. A freaking Disney prince would be a sleeazy douche in comparison. I was so weirded out when Shobda decided to give so much focus to this random-ass character, then I was really turned off by his storyline with the cutting people open and all that (not necessarily because I thought he was wrong, I just felt the storyline was handled awkwardly and made him sound pelutant and irresponsible instead of a promissing, if stubborn, future surgeon. I’ve yet to watch Station 19, but this angel with a scalpel and a fire hose for wings deserves his own goddamn spin-off, for sure.

3 - My baby Andrew. Yeah, he is not that developed, has been inconsistent, his change from “freaking out over Maggie being his boss” to “marvellung at Meredith’s every movie even though she’s kinda even more his boss because she owns the hospital” was... A B R U P T. But I really enjoy this new Andrew - as a side note: I could not care less for him during the whole Sam storyline, he seemed like a toned down Jonhy Bravo - He’s smart and sweet and funny and worships Mer like the Wonder Woman she is. His relationships with Arizona, Amelia, Jo, Carina and now Alex need more screentime because they’re great (or have the potential to be so). He’s competent and brilliant and selfless (dropping the charges on Alex even if he was completely in the right, taking the blame for mer now) and so tender (his absolute gentleness in peds, taking care of Amy after the operation, being a moody, emotive boy because he lost his love instead of a macho men...). The future holds great things for him, and I’m excited to watch them unfold!

4 - Not on your list but I love: Tom. Boy is he nice. As I was figuring out this order, I realized he reminds me a lot of my favorite character (Dean Winchester) - or at least what I think Dean would be if he was older, richer and lived without the Supernatural World and so many traumas. His talk to April was so moving and I felt it really helped. He doesn’t stand on a moral high horse: He does what he thinks is right and damned be judgment. He’s empathetic, he’s romantic, he treats Teddy RIGHT. He deserves to have his own storyline and be more developed and show us kore of his awesomeness.

5 - Jackson. As I said in my ships rating answer, I’ve only started to care for him recently, but I really do care. He’s not a character I’d, like, write fic about, or long rants and meta, but I love his sibling-esque relationship with Mer and his relationship with Maggie and the way he connects with his mom and how this spoiled, immature transfer with something to prove became a respected, innovative surgeon and father who’s secure of himself and ready to explore different paths and ways and worldviews. I just wish him, and the Grey’s fandom, would be less defensive about the callout of his privileged life. Like. I’ve seen people write paragraphs upon paragraphs about how Maggie was a bitch for calling him privileged. And he is (for his hoards upon hoards of money growing up). That’s not too hard a concept to grasp. Plus, it’d be nice if he could treat Maggie as less of a consolation prize/second chance. Just because faith (or lack thereof) was a source of tension in his previous marriage, and he feels like changing that would have made everything better, doesn’t mean the same applies to his current relationship, or that Maggie is the one who should change -he learned, learned, and is back in square one seeing only his side of it - I really hope this season treats him more kindly and gives him happiness and peace!

6 - Richard. I love him for his parental-and-ish relationships, specially to Maggie, Mer and Jackson, but to Bailey and Callie too. That’s my favorite aspect of him, watching those gives me a nice, warm feeling in my tummy and puts a smile on my face. There’s some aspects of him I find either boring or unpleasant, and I think it’s kinda annoying how him retiring has been a theme/conflict since, like, season one, and fast-foward ten years and he’s basically an entity at the hospital. Like? What? Was the point? You’ve waisted my time? For nothing? But he’s a solid, reliable character you can’t really hate and who brings more good than bad to the show by far. As a side note: one day I will yell at him for his treatment of Maggie after she talked about HER OWN HISTORY and he basically called her a mistake (although he apologized pretty soon and she forgave him so so will I).

7 - Mark. He was great and all that, but never sparked that love some characters did. I was sad when he died, I loved his scenes and relationships, I just am not invested in him. Plus the immaturity in his relationship with Lexie pisses me off a bit, as does his “man whore” personality.

8 - Link. Genuinely love him, he’s been nothing but sweet and kind and fun and helpful this entire time! I cheered for Merlink sooooo much imat first, and I really wish their friendship will be developed! Him and Jo are everything I never knew I needed. He has no arguable flaws besides being so sculped it freaks me out a little bit, but he isn’t higher up in my rank because there isn’t much material for that yet, but expect a climb as he becomes more and more regular.

9 - Burke. He was kinda sweet and did a good thing for Cristina (the hospital). He was also manipulative and arrogant and voundary-crossing in their relationship. I might like him better if it was bot for Burktina, but we will never know.

10 - Owen. Toxic as fuck, annoying, controlling, disgusting. Those are all things that very much apply to Owen in a lot of situations. Screaming at Cristina for “murdering their baby”? YIKES. Big no no. He was not suited for romantic relationships at all and I wish the show would realize that and allow him that space and breathing time without being stuck in a complicated relationship with loads of baggage or a love triangle. Because that’s my whole thing about him: I believe he has room for growth. His relationship with April is pretty amazing, he was always so considerate and gentle with her, all the time, and I want to see more of that bond. He loves kids and can be really good with them, he has a lot of things to work out with the traumas of his father’s death + war + his sister’s story. Why not focus on that? Why not show him growing and processing and bettering himself and living up to the potential he has? I feel like they gave the all the wrong romantic storylines to the character who’s otherwise really good and that’s such a shame because I really enjoyed him at first. Lets see what happens from now on, and if he gets a dose of tv’s “heterosexual love and a nuclear biological family solve everything!” medicine or if this is a turning point for him.

11 - Derek. He never really had any appeal to me. Not his face, not his personality, not his storylines or plot points pr the actor. That’s reason enough for him to rank low, but I also think he had some really bad traits. He was arrogant and condescending and had a God complex and was sexist and pushy and just not great for the people around him. Exploiting Amy’s addiction being outed to steal surgeries? Refusing to give Mer credit on their clinic trial? Putting ultimatums on his girlfriend that she either has to be ready for a full, committed relationship or end things, then call her a slut when she sleeps with other guys after they broke up? Cheating on Addison after deciding to work things out? Stringing mer and addie along? Not saying he was married in the first place? Pushing Mer’s boundaries after she was clearly uncomfortable with having slept with her boss? Refusing to have an inch of empathy for Mer’s action regarding the trial despite her complicated history with the people she was trying to help (who were her friends, actually?)? Telling his depressed girlfriend that she should be concerned the happiest part of his day was flirting with another girl from the bar? Ratting out on Richard to the board because he wanted the spot? Not acknowledging Mer’s trauma after the shooting? Kissing nurse Rose while building the dream house? Kissing his student while being married in NY? Pushing his wife to move and saying his career was more important than his after he had compromised on letting her shine? All things that, isolated, can even be understood on context and “everyone makes mistakes”, but that when put together, make it pretty clear it’s a pattern of someone with very little regard to the people around him. Was he a good surgeon? Yeah. Great father as well. He also had some interesting relationships and iconic scenes, truly, I can recognize that. I hurt for the people he loved and left behind (and I genuinely think he loved them and meant well), but he himself I don’t miss at all.

12 - I think George is the clearest contrast between how old greys handled matters of sexism and gender and sexuality and how it does now. He was such a sleazy nice guy at times, it is unbearable to me. And he ranks lower than Derek because A) His relationships also bored me while Derek’s could pique my interest at times, B) There’s no talk about his mistakes. Remember when he (in his own words) took advantage of Meredith being on a terrible, delicate, vulnerable place (still hiding her mother’s Alzheimer’s and seeing a person be blown to pieces and being dumped by who she thought was the one and being rejected by her father for the second time after seeing him for the first time in tweenty years) and, knowing that she was not interested in him, pursued her, then after she started crying because of the literal pile of shit she was having to carry around (and still trying to preserve his feelings), got mad at her and everyone sided with him? It baffled younger me to bits that what Mer had “done” was so terrible, it has not stoped bafflinn me in the years that have passed since. Can you imagine any of the girls crying during sex because they’re so overwhelmed and feel like that’s a mistake, and the guy freaks out on them and they’re instantly ostracized by the narrative and characters? That’s essentially criticizing her for the right of saying no, of stopping when she doesn’t want to continue, of not giving away her time and feels just because a goofy guy who is her friend feels entitled to them. That’s the word: entitled. He literally says he “saw her first”. How’s that not Nice Guy 101? I would understand his ego being bruised, but the guilt tripping and the bitching and the fact none of that is treated as a fucking creepy thing? Yikes. Also how he treated Callie, who deserved so, so much better. And even Olivia who was perfectly lovely and did nothing wrong besides having sex with more than one guy without breaking either of their trusts because she wasn’t in a relationship with any of them. Did he do some good things? Sure did! Joey’s surgery costs being cut, helping Bailey give birth, some of his interactions with patients were really sweet, and he died giving his life for someone else. It’s just that consequence-less sexism and entitlement that never gets adressed and gets treated as not only valid, but right, that makes him go rom unappealing to downright hated for me. Better left in the past where people can misplacedly idolize him!

Thank you so much for asking, I love those thought-inspiring asks! <3

[justherefortaylorswift]

there’s glitter on the floor after the party...

Taylor,

*About 9 days ago, on May 22nd, 2018, I had just arrived home from your Seattle show at CenturyLink Field. It was 4am and I couldn’t sleep. I had so much on my mind and was still on a high from your show. So, in the early hours of the morning, after my friends had long gone to bed, I began to write. I’ve revised my original note quite a bit since then. I’ve also had the opportunity to do some additional reflecting since tour, and I have some thoughts. So, I guess this is the end-result of a mash-up of 4AM overly-emotional rambling, combined with well thought-out, fully coherent, mature writing. I feel like I really over-explained this. I could have been a lot less-awkward in setting this up. Let's just get into it:

[SO. I just got home from your Seattle show. It's 4 am and I can't sleep. This was my 6th tour, and I made what seems like an infinite amount of unforgettable memories with a group of incredible people I call my ‘Swiftie Fam” (the name needs work...). There's Cecil (my long-time, Canadian Swiftie friend, you’ll see him in earlier posts), Wanda (Cecil’s wife), Kaeden (7. Cecil & Wanda’s son. Major Swiftie. His first concert!), and finally the beautiful Maile (a recent addition to the fam, and now a life-long friend!).  It’s hard to explain in words, but we all have developed a connection that’s special and unique because of what we experienced together. I couldn’t have asked for a better group of people to stand by my side tonight. We danced, laughed, and cried together… I don’t think I’ve ever felt more understood. These people ‘get’ me.

Not surprisingly, I screamed every single lyric at the top of my lungs and subsequently lost my voice almost IMMEDATIELY. With that in mind, I suppose a more accurate description would be: I wasn’t so much singing, as I was gasping for the remainder of the show. I literally danced with until I was out of breath. I cried (ok, SOBBED) all of my make-up off (a Long Live/NYD mash-up… are you kidding me?! I FEEL ATTACKED). 

By the end of the night, I resembled a pathetic, overly-emotional, glittery, drowned rat.

and I was living my absolute best life.

Also, I was REALLY proud of our outfits this time around! I think we did a decent job of recreating your Direct TV commercial, with my rainbow two-piece, and Cecil’s interpretation of Olivia Benson dressed as a Caticorn (I can’t say I ever thought I’d use that in a sentence). It consisted of around 8-10 hours total of gluing, painting, and hand-sewing, leading up to the show. Everything turned out awesome, way better than expected. Totally worth the man hours! Wanda hand-made matching these adorable matching t-shirts for her and little Kaden (Big Rep & Little Rep), and Maile constructed a beautiful MASTERPIECE from the mountain LYWMMD outfit- it was freakin’ incredible and HOT!

There was something a bit different about this tour for a couple of reasons:

[The production.] I don’t think I’ve experienced such sensory-overload in my LIFE. The whole time it was like a constant stream of frantic, internal dialogue with a lot of run-on sentences, like, “WHAT IS HAPPENING SHE’S GIVING US CHOREO OMG YAAASSS WERK HONEY IF A MAN TALKS SHIT WE DON'T OWE HIM A DAMN THING OH MY GOD ITS RAINING CONFETTI I MUST COLLECT IT I HOPE THESE MULTI-COLORED FLASHING LIGHTS DON’T GIVE ME AN EPILEPTIC ATTACK WHERE THE F-CK DID THESE GIGANTIC SNAKES COME FROM THERE ARE LITERALLY STAGES EVERYWHERE I’M OVERWHELMED OH SHIT SHES PULLING A SPEAK NOW BY WALKING THROUGH THE CROWD WHAT'S GOING ON OH GOD F-CKING FIREWORKS THESE VOCALS ARE LIT THO I'M SWEATING I’M DEFINITELY GONNA NEED THERAPY AFTER THIS NEW YEARS DAY/LONG LIVE MASH UP IS THAT A FOUNTAIN WHATS HAPPENING OH GOD IT’S REAL WATER AND SHE’S IN THE FOUNTAIN I’M HAVING A 2008 SHOULD’VE SAID NO ACM AWARDS FLASHBACK MOMENT HOLY SH-T MORE F-CKING FIREWORKS SO MUCH PYRO IS THIS EVEN LEGAL” I’ve gotta say, you have BEST band (Paul, Amos and Mike..OGS), vocalists (Eliott and Kamilah…the TALENT), and all the dancers. Every single person on that stage was on FIRE, and their talent, passion, and individual personalities made the night sparkle.

[The fans.] I freaking adore this fan culture. I’ve never met a Swiftie who wasn’t ridiculously friendly, welcoming, and super relatable. The vibe was so positive. I’ve never smiled, waved and taken pictures with so many random strangers in my life. It felt as if we were literally in a different world that day. It felt like home.

[YOU!.]  We need to talk about this major GLO UP you’ve got going on, honey. You exude SO much confidence and you're just pure sunshine. When I think about the way you’ve carried yourself these past couple of years through all of the BS drama, I can’t help but feel damn proud. You’ve successfully converted pain into art, into music. Real music, that’s poignant, raw, and just BAD ASS. Your lyrics continue to foster a special connection you maintain with the audience...a connection that often times breathes life into brokenness.

I felt like the luckiest girl in the entire world tonight. 

This may have been my best concert experience ever, which is actually pretty ironic because:

Unlike Red, I wasn’t in the Pit

I didn’t have VIP seating, like 1989

You weren’t close enough for any potential high fives, waves, or eye contact like I experienced at Speak Now at B-Stage

We were not chosen for Rep Room (or T-Party, Club Red, or Loft 89)

…But, it was OK. It was way more than OK. It was truly a dream.

Listen: Something I've always deeply admired about you is that you make it a priority to maintain a personal relationship with the fans.  It’s clear you want to meet as many of us as possible, and you make a conscious effort to do so. You get to know us as individuals and you CARE, and that means everything us and makes such an impact. I mean, you invite us into your HOME for crying out loud, you walk through massive crowds and give high-fives, you lurk our Instagrams and Tumblrs and interact on social media, and you always make a notable effort to meet as many of us as possible at tour.

However, this can sometimes turn into a bit of a "Catch 22" situation for people. The downside, is that it’s honestly SUPER easy to fall into the “trap” of being consumed with the possibility of meeting you after your shows. Due to the fact that the “selection” process is both intentional, yet also random. To be transparent, it's quite difficult to not obsess with the idea of ‘trying’ to get chosen. I witness this behavior so often, in others and in myself just as much, if not more. Selfishly, I often feel not only jealous, but UPSET when I see photos/read experiences of other fans meeting you. I sometimes feel like the only one who hasn’t yet gotten the opportunity.  It can quickly turn into a mind-game if you're not careful, which has the potential to become toxic if we allow the idea of meeting you to rule supreme over what it's actually about...which is the MUSIC. And, this amazing show you put on for us night after night. And somewhat understandably so, I've witnessed the obsession with being chosen to meet you become a main focus point for a lot of us (including myself a bit!). It's pretty stressful, and can easily dampen or cheapen the concert experience, if you're not careful. As dramatic as this probably sounds, Tumblr (and social media) can be brutal within this fandom, and dare I say ‘cut-throat’ at times. It's easy to get upset watching (what seems like) literally EVERYONE get that opportunity, except you. 

That said, I had a wake-up call/mini-epiphany recently, which manifested while driving home from your show at Midnight on May 22nd with my friends, feeling so amazing and so grateful for what I just experienced…but also a little guilty because I feel like I’ve spent way too much time worrying about the possibility of meeting at you when you come to Seattle, how to get the attention of Taylor Nation, where to find Mama Swift, getting that guitar pick from Papa Swift, and this time was no different. Granted, my intentions are 100% pure and it’s only because you’ve meant so freakin much to me for so many years, and it's almost as if my life won’t be complete until I finally get to tell you in person. That said, there is certainty a valuable lesson to be learned here. I am confident that you and I will come face-to-face one day (hopefully with my Swifie fam!). The stars will align at the exactly the right time, and I will have my moment with you, and it will be SO worth the wait. You can't "force" stuff like this, you know? The privilege of meeting you is almost ‘sacred’ in a sense. At least in my opinion. Anyway, my point is: I refuse to a continue to attempt to “create fate” by attempting to "earn" my worthiness in fandom. It’s not productive, it's not healthy, and it’s not cute.

Alright, this is getting out of hand. I need to wrap this up. 🤣 I’m not sure whether or not you’ve seen any of my throwback photo-posts I posted the week leading up to the show. They definitely explain a lot more about me, and my history being a fan. Either way, I must reiterate how grateful I am to have you in my life, and that support you 100% and will always be here. The amount of hope, joy and comfort you've given me over the past 10+ years is insurmountable, and I'll never be able to repay you for that. And I mean that in the most sincere way. Not a lot of things make me as happy as you make me (especially lately). This experience was the ‘boost’ I needed, I think. And like I said, the relationship I have with my friends/Swiftie Fam is invaluable, and I look forward to making memories with them at your shows in the future. You’ve brought the most random group of people together and created a bond that’s unique, unconditional and unbreakable, and I think that’s so cool.

This was A LOT longer than I originally intended it to be. This escalated quickly. Haha. Thanks for listening. 💗

Don’t read the last page…]

Love you, T

Crystal

@taylorswift

@taylornation

@ceunit

@maileswiftie

[photos]:  1) The whole crew: Cecil, Wanda, Kaeden, Maile and myself at our seats. 2) Kaeden the night before the show. SO EXCITED!! 3) Testing out the Caticorn onesie w/ Cecil 4) Cecil and myself FULLY DECKED and ready to go. 5) Wanda and Kaeden: Big Rep & Lil’ Rep! 6) the girls! Maile, Wanda and Me pre-show 7) Us at the end of the show! And yes, that’s me in the middle..in disbelief, exhausted, sweaty, and a physical and emotional wreck (see also: ‘drowned rat’ description above). 8) All of us after the show literally in a hotel lobby (and glitter on the floor after the party!), waiting for traffic to die down before we headed home.

[velkynkarma]

How about some Coran appreciation? Like maybe he gets sick or injured, or just has to leave for a trip, and everyone realizes just how much he does around the castle and how much they need him. Or he reveals some hidden skill and blows the kids away. Or someone just thinks of him and gives him a gift for no reason. Including Lance would be bonus, but whatever you want to write will be great, I'm sure.

Happy Birthday Maychorian :) Here is a prompt given on one birthday and returned on another. It is a double-birthday fic that has absolutely 0% to do with birthdays but I hope you enjoy it :) With Bonus-Lance because why not amirite.The Castle of Lions is under attack.Lance still has no idea how the Galra even got on the ship. They’re in the middle of space, and they left the last Galra-occupied planet two quintents ago. Galra never seem to excel when it comes to patience; Lance doubts they could have been stowaways for that long. How’d they even get in? Well, he admits to himself, as he runs down one of the hallways with bayard in hand, that’s probably not as weird a question. Ulaz had gotten in too easily enough back at the xanthorium cluster. And Sendak had just walked right in, from what he hears. Maybe it’s just a Galra thing, getting through locked doors. Hell, even Keith’s done it.

Thinking of the red paladin makes Lance wince. He has no idea where the rest of the team is. The Galra had attacked all of a sudden all over the ship, while everyone had been split up and enjoying some much-needed downtime. Lance had been just coming back from a swim in the pool—he wasn’t anywhere near the ziplines or the Blue Lion’s hangar, which meant he didn’t have his armor. Hell, he only had his bayard on him because Allura had drilled it into all their heads to have it on them at all times, and he’d taken to habitually stuffing it in one of his jacket pockets. He’s lucky he’s armed, at least, but he has no idea where the backup is. Keith might be in the training deck, and if he’s lucky Shiro’s sparring with him, but that’s six floors and lots of Galra soldiers and sentries away. He can guess Pidge might be in the Green Lion’s hangar, but the Green Lion can’t help much in a Castle invasion, and that’s a long way down besides. Hunk might be in the kitchen, that’s five floors in the other direction. And he has no idea where Coran or Allura could have been when the attack struck; they disappear into distant halls and floors of the Castle all the time. He doesn’t even know where the mice might be, to act as guides.Just gotta stay safe and regroup with somebody, Lance tells himself. Stay alive and try to get to the others to help. Easier said than done, though. There’s Galra everywhere—not just the robotic sentries either, but a bunch of actual flesh and blood soldiers. Many of them are armed with swords, or their own blasters, and they usually travel in groups. Lance has got the home team advantage and sort of knows the terrain better than the enemy does, but the Castle is still huge and he could just as easily get lost in parts of it.Still, he does what he can, ducking into rooms to hide, and firing his bayard to take down groups two or three if he has the element of surprise. He doesn’t want to do anything too risky, though, not when he’s not armored. In the blue paladin’s uniform he can take a bit of a beating, and he has his energy shield if things get hairy. In his jacket, jeans and sneakers, all he’s got is his aim and his own wits. He makes for the kitchen. Of all the places he might find one of his friends, that’s the closest, and even if Hunk’s not there, it’s a decent hub for movement. Maybe somebody else will be heading there, or maybe he can sneak through and get to another likely location. But Lance realizes when he reaches the doorway to the dining hall that maybe he’s made a mistake. He’ll need to go through it to get to the kitchen and the other hallways beyond, but the dining hall is big. It’s big, and it’s open, without very many places to hide. He’ll be very visible the moment he steps in there, and there’s no turning back.Lance bites his lip, and glances over to one side of the dining room. He can see one of the panels leading to the ducts and wiring in there, and grumbles to himself. Pidge is probably already squirreling through them to sneak ninja-style wherever she needs to go, but she’s small enough to actually manage it. Lance could probably squeeze himself into one, but it’d be a bit tight, and he wouldn’t be able to use his bayard well if he needed it. And that harrowing drop from the elevator shaft still gives him chills.He sighs. Just do it, he coaches himself. Just run in. Run across, get to the kitchens, check for Hunk, regroup if you can, and move on. Go! He glances around the room one last time—still thankfully empty—and bolts.He makes it about halfway across the room when the shooting starts. The first blast gets close enough to put a quarter-sized hole in his hoodie, and he yelps in alarm. Without armor, those things can kill him pretty much instantly if they get a lucky shot in. He dives beneath the dining room table, in between a pair of high-backed Altean dining chairs, and awkwardly squirms around to take stock of his attackers.There’s three sentries by one of the entrances. All three have blasters in their hands, all of which are leveled at the table. They stop closer even as they fire, and several of the blasts chew holes in the table’s edges and in the surrounding chairs.Coran’s gonna kill me, Lance groans at the damage. If I live that long. Beneath the table is not really the most ideal place to shoot from—there’s not much cover, and it’s a weird angle to shoot at. The alternative is dying, though, so Lance scoots forward enough to return fire, and blasts the hell out of the three sentries. He’s grazed by another shot, but he manages to take down the three robots before they can get near him. “That’s what you get,” he crows, a little shakily—but a victory’s a victory. He glances a little mournfully at his torn jacket sleeve, though. He’ll have to see if Coran has anything to mend it with later. He likes this jacket.“There’s the rat!”There’s an awful crashing noise as the entire table is uprooted from the ground and smashed over on its side, exposing Lance to open air. Lance yelps in alarm, but before he can so much as try to make a break for it, a clawed hand snags around his ankle and whips him free from between the chairs. Lance screeches in surprise and fear as he’s dragged back forcibly and thrown through the air. There’s a sharp pain in his lower leg, and he hears the ripping of cloth. Then he grunts as, with a dull thud, he hits the floor and rolls, gradually skidding to a stop. There’s a clattering noise nearby, and Lance manages to blink his vision back into focus to see his bayard—back to handheld form, at least ten feet away from him.Oh. Oh, crap, that’s not good.Lance scrambles to get to his feet, but winces when his right foot won’t quite take his weight. There’s a sharp pain, and when he glances down his shoe and the bottom of his jeans are all bloody from what appears to be a set of claw marks. Oh, that’s really not good.“Pathetic,” the same voice from before growls. Lance glances up in alarm, and spies his assailants—two flesh and blood Galra soldiers, getting ever closer. One looks like a standard soldier in uniform, but the other is one of those Galra officers that’s built like a damn tank, too tall to be fair and made entirely out of muscle. One of his clawed hands drips red, and Lance winces as his leg seems to throb in response. “They aren’t so strong when they don’t have their precious armor and their precious Lions, are they?” the massive Galra adds, getting closer. “I can break this one’s neck with one hand.” Lance swallows. The Galra are too close for comfort, and he tries crab-walking backwards his bayard. Maybe, if he can just—But the Galra officer snorts contemptuously, and kicks the bayard handle away into a corner. “Can’t you even fight on your own?” he sneers. Not with you cheating like this! Lance wants to screech, but his heart his beating so hard in his throat that he can barely breathe, let alone speak. He tries backing away from the Galra in the other direction, dragging his bad leg, and his back bumps into the wall.I’m dead, Lance realizes, with a stunned sort of horror. Oh God, I’m so dead. The others are gonna find me dead in the dining room and—Oh God, Oh God—That’s when he spots a sudden rush of movement behind the two Galra soldiers as someone comes bursting out of one of the side doors, and straight for them.For a second he thinks maybe it’s one of the other paladins. But the blur of movement is too blue, and he realizes with a jolt of newfound horror that it’s Coran. It’s Coran, and he’s heading straight for the giant Galra, a furious expression on his face and what looks like a broomstick in one hand.Oh no no no, Lance thinks, horrified. He appreciates Coran’s loyalty, but he’s going to die. That Galra brute is huge, and Coran’s…Coran’s old, even by Altean standards. Hunk told Lance about how Coran had hurt his back when they were trying to help save him on the Balmera. And Allura said only older Alteans got the slipperies, for crying out loud! There’s no way Coran can take on a couple of Galra soldiers on his own, and Lance doesn’t have a weapon or mobility to help.But there’s nothing Lance can do. In the split second he has he tries to think of a solution, but he’s got nothing. If he calls out or tries to warn Coran away at all, the Galra soldiers are going to notice him, and then Coran is dead for sure. If he even indicates that he’s noticed Coran, he’ll be dead for sure. All he can do is watch with a helpless sense of dread as Coran darts in closer.Oh God, Coran’s gonna die because of me, and they’re gonna find us both dead in the dining room. I’m so sorry guys—Allura—I’m so—Coran interrupts his horrified thoughts with a war-cry. “Get away from that paladin!” he snaps—and Lance freezes, because he’s never heard Coran sound that angry and that scary before.And then Coran strikes.He swings out with the broom with a shocking degree of speed. It’s not a wild swing like a bat—Lance recognizes the form as one Allura’s used before with her stave, a precise, trained move. It hits the massive Galra right in the stomach, just beneath the plating of his armor, with a heavy thwack. The officer’s arrogance vanishes almost immediately as he doubles over with a loud whoof, caught by surprise and absolutely winded. Coran doesn’t waste a second. With another surprisingly nimble movement, he swings the makeshift stave and twists it about to come crashing down hard on the back of the big Galra’s neck, just at the base of his head. The broomstick shatters in a burst of metallic splinters, but the Galra collapses in an undignified heap to the ground, face driven into the floor and ass still sticking up in the air from where he’d dropped to his knees. Even then, the Galra groans slightly, not quite down for the count. But Coran cracks him in the head again with a precise and efficient kick, leaping forward surprisingly fast to do so. The officer grunts once, and finally goes still, unconscious. The entire take down had taken approximately five ticks, and the Galra hadn’t even known what hit him.The second, smaller Galra solider yelps in alarm and scrambles for his sword strapped to his hip. “Look out!” Lance yells—or starts to. Coran is already on it, and even disarmed, he doesn’t seem worried. He closes the five feet astonishingly fast, jabbing out with a precise, flat palm and fingers like a snake. The first strike hits the soldier in the arm hard enough to disarm him, and the second comes rapid-fire after the first, dropping the Galra’s arm uselessly to his side like it’s dislocated. Three-four-five come one after another hard enough to stun the Galra into submission, and holy crap, is that the move he’d threatened to use on Lance when he first got out of his cryo-pod? Lance can already feel his own arms and torso tingling in painful sympathy. The Galra staggers backwards, stunned and doubled forward. The soldier would normally have the advantage of height and weight, but he’s given it up inadvertently, and Coran pounces. With the Galra’s head closer to his level, Coran wastes no time wrapping one arm around his opponent’s neck, and twisting his other arm around into a holding position. The Galra struggles weakly in surprise, but he’s still stunned from Coran’s other blows, and can’t seem to free himself. And Lance can’t help but count as—one, two, three—the Galra suddenly groans and goes completely limp in Coran’s hold. Coran finally lets go, and the Galra slumps bonelessly to the ground.Sleepy-time. And holy crow, Lance can only stare, jaw dropped and eyes wide open, because—had Coran really, really done that? He’d just taken two Galra soldiers out like it was nothing! Coran is…Coran is crazy strong! Coran groans, and presses both hands to the small of his back, doubling forward a little. “Oh dear,” he mutters. “The ol’ back isn’t what it used to be. I’ve certainly had better days…” He stretches back carefully, arching his back in the other direction, and there’s a revolting series of cracking noises. Lance winces in disgust, but Coran breathes a sigh of relief. “Ah, much better. Do need to watch that.”Okay, so that had been a little…less crazy strong, but Lance had just seen him effortlessly wipe the floor with two Galra soldiers, so. He supposes Coran still gets a pass. Even if he is still the same weird kooky uncle figure he’s always been, and hasn’t just been pretending before going all crouching tiger hidden dragon. Actually, it’s sort of reassuring to know it’s still the same guy that makes them terrible inedible lunches and tells boring stories about cleaning cryo-pods.“All right, Lance?” Coran asks brightly, glancing briefly in his direction. Lance nods weakly.Seemingly reassured, Coran goes to retrieve Lance’s bayard for him from the corner, as though nothing out of the ordinary has just happened, and continues, “We’ve been wondering where you were. I managed to get in touch with most of the others with the network, but we couldn’t find you. I’ve got a rendezvous point for us if we can just—Lance? What are you staring like that for? Have I got something stuck in my mustache again?” He pauses to brush at his mustache self-consciously.“Uh, no,” Lance says, shaking his head with a blink. “It’s just—““Ah, your poor delicate human brain must have taken more damage beyond its capacity to handle,” Coran says, looking concerned now. He presses Lance’s bayard back into his hands, and crouches next to him on the floor. “We’ll have to see if we can get rid of these interlopers immediately so we can free up the cryo-pods.” For a moment Lance sees a flash of anger drift across Coran’s expression, and realizes he’s furious that any of his own have been injured.“No, no, my head’s fine,” he reassures hastily. “It’s just—how did you do that? That was amazing! You’re a total badass, Coran!”Coran blinks at him, anger and worry vanishing to be replaced by a look of sheer bewilderment. After a moment, he says, “I’m not entirely sure what my rear end or its moral capacity has to do with anything, and that seems highly inappropriate, Lance.”“What—no! It means you kicked lots of butt and were totally awesome—““Awesome?”“I…never mind.” Lance sighs. At this point, when he tells this story, no one else is going to believe him. He already doesn’t believe himself. “You must’ve been hit harder than you thought,” Coran says, reaching out to gently probe at Lance’s skull, searching expertly but carefully for signs of fracture or other damage. “You’re speaking nonsense! We’ll have to find somewhere safe to leave you while we retake the Castle—“Lance bats his hand away. “Coran! I’m fine. I’m totally fine. I didn’t even hit my head, although I don’t think I’m walking anywhere,” he says, glancing at his leg and wincing a little when it throbs. “Sorry about the blood stains on the floor, by the way.”“Never you mind that,” Coran says seriously. “I’ll clean a hundred stains without help on hands and knees with a skerzgit brush as long as it means those important to me are safe.” He pats Lance on the head once—this time in a more friendly, less medic-y way. “Let’s get you on your feet, shall we? This area should mostly be clear, but keep that bayard at the ready, just in case.”Coran slings Lance’s left arm across his shoulders and hauls him upright. Lance winces a little as his leg throbs again, but with Coran’s help he can more or less keep pressure off of it. Lance forms his bayard with his free hand as ordered, and keeps it by his side until the moment at which they might need it.“Okay,” he says. “I’m ready. Let’s go. Oh, but Coran…?” Coran hums in answer as they take their first step forward, and Lance says, “Thanks. And…man, that was really great. I didn’t even know you could do that, but you saved my life.”Coran snorts. “Haven’t you been paying attention? I demonstrated all those moves before! And if I hadn’t had a case of the ol’ sleep-chamber knees you might have been acquainted with them personally. I was quite a warrior in my prime, you know! Er, not that I’m not in my prime how, that is…”Lance is pretty sure no one else is ever going to believe his story, except maybe Allura. But the fury in Coran’s eyes and the skill in his movements had been all too real, Lance decides, and he’s pretty sure he believes it after all.