#Making everything hysterically unrealistic only adds to that

[koqabear]

ahem.....i loved pretty privilege SO!! MYCH!!! 🗣️⁉️👹

i esp love the tropes used,,,,, fr cannot get enough of jealous possesive tyun 😵‍💫 and....idk if this is an unpopular opinion or hot take,, although i do love when people write an mc to be someone who is flawed, especially since i'm someone with alot, like a shit ton of emotional baggage myself... but sometimes i do enjoy dabbling in putting mc on a pedestal,,,,almost unrealistically.

ik some people hate it and i 1000% get why they do, it's not realistic and can get really annoying esp as a reader if mc is sooo perfect at everything. no room for relatability, conflict, plot... but a small part of me loves it- when its implemented correctly, and in reasonable amounts ! i mean yeaaaaa it does take me up to the next level of delulu,,, but sometimes it def just adds on to the fictional self indulgent part of fanficiton 🫠

IDK IM SORRY IM SO SO SO BAD AT PUTTING STUFF INTO WORDS ISK HOW TO EXPLAIN PROPERLY DISHDK just know i really really enjoyed reading it but also appreciate how well written it is! i love the little side banter / cameo appearances from jay n yeonjun hehe <333

THANK YOU RAHHHHH

and no. UR SO RIGHT LIKE. I looove when mcs are complex and have their faults and actually add tension and establish good dynamics with other characters— like, it just makes them more realistic and relatable !

HOWEVER. sometimes I just wanna log into this silly little app and read some stupid and lighthearted shit! Like of course it’s unrealistic to have an mc that has everyone in the beach drooling over her, but we’re just here to have fun! No thoughts, just a reason to make Taehyun jealous!

I totally understand why a person wouldn’t like an mc like that (as in, it’s done with a wholehearted belief that making the mc perfect is reasonable and realistic) but if anyone were to take pretty privilege seriously…. I’d be a little concerned. like my page is just here to indulge in the wildest fantasies known to man!! If you’re not here to have fun, get out! It’s good to be delusional sometimes, trust !

[mysterycitrus]

Duke hcs? 🤲

Headcanon A:  realistic

without realising it, he often thinks in negative space. as he sketches, he finds himself isolating shadows, rather than light - unconciously identifying what his eyes can't see. he considers studying architecture, or engineering, and rebuilding the west side into something shining and good that his parent's would be proud to return to. a rooftop that will catch the sunrise of a morning, windows looking to the water. if he grovels a little, damian will add tiny, scaled, illustrated residents to the future he wants to build. he puts himself, incandescently small and rendered in chicken scratch, square between those he loves.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

looking at superman for the first time almost blinds him. starfire is even worse. getting introduced to superboy by tim was a little better, but only because he was already wearing sunglasses indoors. kon's bright smile just makes his eyes water. when he is close to them, it's like standing next to a lit fuse, pulsing with energy and just out of reach.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

duke doesn't come out the other side of the war being scared of clowns. he keeps waiting to be, but he sees the joker's pale face, his ratcheting cackle, his pastel suit and bulging yellow eyes as pathetic, not terrifying. instead, one night at jay's, he's flicking through stations and ends up on reruns of full house. his mom loved comedies - living single, frasier, seinfeld, fresh prince, and black adder. it makes his heart hurt, and he settles in to watch when the first laugh track kicks in. terror. horror, disgust, roiling revulsion in his stomach as he hears it in his mind, laughing at everything, laughing at him, like his mother is sat before him again unknowing and hysterical and agonised. he shuts it off, hands clapped over his ears, trying to breathe. no one is there but him. even jay can't hear him cry.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

duke remembers jason todd's dildo dome phase. during dick's brief reign as the batman, he'd watched red hood misjudge the height of a fire escape and accidentally wedge his head in between the rungs on a tight angle. once duke realises it's the same person, he can't take him seriously. he thinks about jason's accidentally beaning himself trying to walk through a low doorway. he wonders if jason can still turn his head, or if he has to pivot his whole body like an owl when he's wearing the helmet. he considers the dome's practical uses as a headpiece, or as an exercise in fashion delusion. jason tries to intimidate him, once, and duke just says: "keep it in the bedroom, butt boy," and takes off before jason realises what's going on.

[diary-of-deadweight]

Friendship anniversary.

Pairing: Tenya Iida x reader

Summary: what started out as a idea pitched at 3am turned tradition, Iida is planning something big with the help of Deku and Uraraka.

Iida paced within the comfort of his own room, arms behind his back as he racked his brain of what to get you for friendship anniversary, which was slowly creeping nearer the longer he spent a majority of the free time pacing with no dice. It was a beyond infuriating task as your someone who values the thought put into a gift rather then the price tag; hell he could give you a notebook and you would love it as if you were gifted a car instead. Iida wanted to give you something you’d love even if the price is above the budget you agreed on way back then.

So he visited the local jewellery store at the weekend and saw something he’d think you would absolutely love as it reminded him of your beauty and how much it has blossomed over your years of friendship, not just physically but personality wise too, he bought it and kept it in his desk since then but for Iida one gift wasn’t enough as you always managed to get him two gifts he absolutely loved which is why he was currently pacing in his room.

He was trying to come up with another gift he’d knew you would like.

sad thing was that he didn’t know what to get you as he already bought you the latest movies and the latest manga of your favourite anime; one punchman which was a true tale about a bald hero and his immense strength, speed and agility along side his dream of meeting a strong enough opponent who can toss him around a bit before knocking them around abut himself with a single punch, for your birthday and previous friendship anniversaries that he was left to his own devices this time round.

A knock upon the door pulled him from out of his brainstorming session, striding over to the door to see who was in need of his assistance during this dire time. “Hey Iida.” The class rep was greeted by his dear friends, Izuku and Uraraka, “do you wanna head to the mall with us?” The Brunette asked. “I’m sorry but I’m currrntly facing a task that requires my full attention right now, so I’m gonna have to decline your offer.” Iida informed them before closing the door on them, ready to get back to his scheduled brainstorming only to find his friends sat upon his bed made him do a double take between the door and them in befuddlement that went unnoticed by the two. “What’s troubling you Iida, we are your friends and friends help each other,” Ochaco nodded her head vigorously at Midoriya’s statement, “so we shall tackle this issue together.”

Iida sighed, shaking his head in disbelief at his friends persistence of wanting to aid him and decided that three heads were ultimately better then one and he was in desperate need of an idea so what could go wrong? “It’s mine and (y/n)’s frienship anniversary coming up and I’m struggling to think of another gift to give them.” He day himself on the other side of Midoriya, leaning his back against the cold wall. “So what is the first gift you got them?” Ochaco tilted her head to the side, her bob haircut followed suit with her moment.

“An Swarovski crystal necklace.”

Izuku and Ochaco gasped in surprise, sharing a look before looking back at Iida, “Doesn’t (y/n) hate expensive gifts because a Swarovski Crystal isn’t cheap.”

“I know, I thought that if I tell them that it reminded me of how beautiful and unique our friendship is that they wanted to preserve it forever.” Iida explained, blushing slightly when Uraraka cooed at how cute it all was that the bluenette must’ve thought she misinterpreted it as something albeit romantic but waved it off as accidental. “Why don’t you show them how much they mean to you.” Izuku suggested with a shrug, Iida thought about it and sure enough took interest in the idea, “what do you mean by that Midoriya?”

“I mean that you should create a slide by slide presentation on all the great moments you’ve had together.” The curly emerald haired male expanded upon his idea, “add some videos if you have any.” Ochaco added for the hell of it, already excited to see the finished product that they both free balled ideas that Iida either shot down due to being unrealistic to pull off or liked as it was something that could be easily accomplished.

This went on well into the afternoon and they decided that the plan was ready to go and went down to celebrate with Katsuki’s cooking as they dragged their limbs that felt like they were 100 pounds heavier with each step they took.

Timeskip

When the day finally arrived Iida was practically sweating bullets and his nervousness kicked into overdrive as he couldn’t seem to hold the USB without his hand violently shaking that he decided to place it within the safety in his pocket along side the necklace so he didn’t loose and or drop it anytime soon. He looked up at the clock upon the wall, sapphire gaze setting upon the illumonesent scarlet numbers which flashed repeatedly:

‘8:30am’

It wouldn’t be long until you would wake up and head down to the common room for breakfast and your morning cup of tea/coffee, you were a grumpy little shit without it as many of the class found out first hand. So the tall male setted off out the door and down to the common room like a bolt of lightning and began setting up everything whilst leaving his friends Uraraka and Midoriya to inform the rest of his classmates why most of the common room will be sectioned off into a blanket fort, they insisted in helping him set up to which he declined but appreciated their offer as this day was primarily for you and him specifically after a 3am conversation.

So he was thankful that no one was down in the common room as a majority of them were heavy sleepers and wouldn’t get up until like 10 am whilst people like Katsuki and Kirishima were early worms and would get up the millisecond the sun rose and do some morning training which gave Iida the chance to litter the floor with wisteria petals, whip out a old theatre screen from the closets (I don’t know the fucking name to them ok.) a little projector that he could connect to the computer and did a little test run beofre giving the room a satifying nod just as a ‘ping’ noise came from his phone.

It was a text from Midoriya.

‘Hey Iida are you ready cuz (y/n) is heading towards the staircase right now, Uraraka tried to stall them a little to give you extra time but it failed badly.’

Iida smiled at how kind his friends are to stall time for him, he responded back with.

‘Thank you Midoriya I’m already set up with relatively ease but I appreciate the help.’

After he pocketed his phone a voice from the stair case he knew almost instantly.

“Oh my god...Iida,” he turns around to you with a softened look, “is this all for our special day?” He wordlessly nods, “it’s beautiful.” He watched your wide eyed expression as they wander around the decorated section as if you were walking through the snow covered streets of Musutafu as you came from a *cough* fictional *cough* country where snow is rare; unable to speak which gave Iida mixed emotions as half of him believed it was out of disgust while the other half believed that it was out of shock and amazement at his efforts of making today the best friend’s anniversary in recent memory, something he hope you both remember years from now.

He wandered over to you, resting a hand upon your shoulder that made you jump slightly, you turned to him with an almost unreadable expression, making IIda’s worry increased by a fraction.

“(Y/n), do you like it?”

“Like it? Like it? Iida I love it!” You exploded with joy as you hugged the male as tightly that he swore he couldn’t feel his lower half beofre finally deciding that it was time to show you the gifts so he tapped you on the shoulder to signify for you to release him, which you did as you watched him as he made his way over to the computer, pressing play as a video began playing from the projector that began with some emotional music whilst pictures of you and Iida flashed before your eyes while every once in a while bold lettering would spread saying the sweetest shit like:

‘Under a cherry blossom tree three years ago stood a person I had no idea would later become my best friend. Someone I couldn’t possibly live without or be away from for an extensive period of time without worrying about their well being but I know that they know I only mean well when I do so.

‘But as of this year, 2020, I had troubles trying to think of what to get them as I would spoil them rotten under the radar which’ll most definitely earn me a scolding later today. If it wasn’t for Izuku and Uraraka for giving me this idea during my time of stress, I don’t know what I would’ve done.’

Before another barrage of photos and videos of you both either inside or outside the academy, being either falsely stern at each other and laughing about it seconds after or just pulling funny faces at the camera.

‘So I decided to take their idea and make a presentation on how much (y/n) (l/n)’s frienship means to me so I’m going to summarise it on a sentence before the next section of pictures cuts in.’

You chuckled at this.

‘(Y/n)’s friendship means everything to me and I would never trade it for anything.’

So as the last load of pictures and or videos came to an end one last paragraph showed itself over an uncomfortably zoomed in picture of your face such drew a hysterical laugh from your lips, a sweet release from all the crying you’ve been doing through out it all as nostalgia swept you off your feet and carried you down memeory lane of each individual picture and or video. You truly didn’t know where you’d be without having this sapphire eyed male beside you...you truly didn’t.

‘(Y/n). Your friendship was and always will be the greatest thing I’ve ever experienced and I hope that even well into adulthood we still uphold this tradition for as long as we can, I never wish to loose the unique relationship we’ve built overtime due to the lack of communication, it’s something I’d be stupid to give up, so I hope you enjoy the next gift that, honestly costed a pretty penny but was most defiantly worth it as it symbols out frienship and how it’s so unique it had to be crystallised. Happy friend anniversary (y/n), here’s to many more’

- Tenya Iida.

Tenya then knelt next to you as he hands you a small box, gesturing you to open it with a nod of his head as he wiped away the tears that had gathered within his eyes over the presentation and the waves of nostalgia that wished over him and how even through the worst of days you both stuck together like gorilla glue.

You opened the beautifully presented box to see this:

“A Swarovski Crystal?!” You exclaimed as you dangled the necklace in front of your blurry eyes as you admired hoe it glistened under the light, “Tenya Iida, you beautiful bastard help me get this on please.” You sniffled as you unclasped the necklace, handing it to Iida who sat himself behind you, shifting hair out of the way as he clasped the necklace as you felt the center price rest upon the middle of your chest as you gazed down at it in awe, wiping away the tears that cascaded down your cheeks like a waterfall as you were riddlers with emotions that you just thought ‘fuck it’ and tackled Tenya into a hug as you cried into him; saying how you didn’t deserve such a friend as loyal as him and thanked him for being born, how blessed you were to have him in your life which made Iida collapse into a heap of tears himself, while unknownst to you, the rest of your class stood on the stair way, smiling at your sweet moment before evacuating the area to give you both some privacy.

Later down the line you and Iida may or may not have gotten married later on in life and would be spending your third anniversary underneath a familiar cherry blossom tree, the same exact one where you first met all those years back.

[peter-parkouuuur]

Girl Crush (Harry Styles fanfiction)

Hi there! I’ve decided to do something a bit more different in contrast to my Peter Parker fanfiction. This, of course, is a Harry Styles one. I’m in the middle of writing my Peter Parker fanfic, so there’s that.

I know this will sound really cliche that I used the president’s daughter premise/storyline but I think it’s cuter to be a bit more unrealistic and to have more of an idealistic setting and plot. American or not, you can surely fit yourself in the plot, we can all dream to be the president’s daughter (but not Trump’s! hellz nah!!)

It’ll also be featuring the rest of the boys in future chapters, I don’t know when, but they’ll appear. ;)

I hope you enjoy this short prologue.

ILY!

PROLOGUE

Y/n’s footsteps pitter-pattered against the carpeted floors, trying hard not to make a sound.

“Shoot, where’d I leave my keys?” Y/n grumbles, searching through her black handbag.

“And where did you come from?” A voice interrupts her from rummaging her purse.

“Crap…” Y/n mumbles.

“Ms. Y/n, your parents wish to speak to you in the yellow oval room.” Marty, her bodyguard reminds her.

“Both of them?” Y/n asks, dumbfounded.

“Yes. Best not make them wait.” He warns.

He opens the door and announces her arrival to the first couple.

“Alright, let’s get it over with.” Y/n starts as soon as Marty closes the door.

“It’s 1 AM and you didn’t have your bodyguards with you! I’ve been calling you for hours and not once did you answer my calls! Didn’t you ever think of telling me or your dad about your whereabouts?” Her mom chastises.

“Mom, I’m fine, I was just hanging out with my high school friends. What’s the big deal?” Y/n grumbles.

“The big deal is young lady, you never told us whereabouts and you didn’t even bother to bring your bodyguards with you! I just wish you called us.. heck, I wish you called me, that’s all. I would’ve understood.” Her dad reasons out.

“Richard, you have got to stop being so lenient towards our daughter. You and I both know what she did tonight was out of line!” Y/n’s mother protests.

“Honey, she’s 20 and she’s in college. She’s an adult, we can’t really hold her back from everything that we think is wrong. My only wish is for her to bring her bodyguards with her.” He argues.

Her mom just rolls her eyes at her husband’s statement.

Surely, as the First Lady of the most powerful country in the world, she wouldn’t have time to look out for you, but as America’s sweetheart, it’s in your image to become the obedient daughter your parents never had.

“Mom, what do want me to do? I stayed home for the summer, didn’t I? I was supposed to go to Europe to take fashion classes but you wanted me to be here?! Can’t I at least enjoy every bit of my freedom?” Y/n snarks back.

“Of course you can enjoy yourself, but your father and I were worried sick! We already have enough work on our plate as it is.” She admonishes.

Y/n’s parents were successful lawyers before her dad got into politics which eventually landed him the most important job in the world. Her mom, on the other hand, had to give up her law practice as soon she became the First Lady of the United States.

“Can you at least save some of your judgments and your screaming tomorrow morning? I need to rest.” She tells them, preparing to walk out of the room.

“You’re drunk, that would just be cruel. I’ll wait until you’re hungover so it’ll be twice as painful.” She tells her daughter before she could leave.

“Ugh!!” Y/n screams before walking out of the room and slams the door behind her.

4 hours earlier….

After Pre-gaming at one of her friends’ house, they decided to bring her to some gig.

“Why is It so dark and sketchy? I didn’t bring my bodyguards for this.” Y/n reminds them.

“Relax, it’s just a small gig. Nothing bad’s gonna happen…. Well if you don't count the high level of screams you’ll be hearing.” Andy, her friend tells her.

“I don’t think that’s what you consider a small gig, Ands.” She chastises her.

“Y/n, you’re gonna be fine. In fact, you’ll probably like this one.” Mia, her other friend chimes in, handing the tickets to the guard standing by the door.

Sure enough, there were about hundreds of girls squealing in anxiousness, and a handful of guys just casually waiting for the concert to begin.

Y/n walks toward the crowd only to be stopped by Andy.

“We’re not standing there. There’s a balcony upstairs that we may have reserved using your name.” She states.

“Oh wow. Thanks for the heads up!” Y/n facetiously tells them.

“Come on.” Mia leads the way upstairs, the guards smiling down at Y/n, probably recognizing the daughter of the President of the United States.

“Wow Y/n even these bald, muscley men are scared of you. I forgot how fun it is hanging out with the first daughter.” Andy laughs.

“Well nobody asked you to move to California for college. We could’ve been enjoying New Haven together.” Y/n reminds her.

“Yeah! Or with me in Chicago.” Mia adds.

The three of them sit on the couch as the lights begin to dim, the screams growing louder than before.

The guy with curly, brunette locks walks out to the center of the stage, fans screaming his name in complete hysterics.

“You dragged me to watch him?” Y/n looks at Mia and Andy with a disbelief look.

“Oh come on!! You know how much we love him and the band, plus he has a concert here tomorrow. This is more of an exclusive gig with like less than a hundred people invited.” Mia states.

“Yeah but that doesn’t mean I wanted to come.” Y/n grumbles.

“He’s really good, Y/n. Just give it a chance.” Andy adds.

Harry begins to sing Kiwi, the crowd jumping up and down to the beat of the music.

Y/n could feel the floor shaking, as Mia and Andy stand up from their seats and jump along.

As soon as the song ends, Andy and Mia look at her with grins on their faces.

“God! That was so good!” Mia exclaims, grabbing her by the arm, forcing her to stand up.

“Don’t be such a Debbie downer and watch the cute curly-haired guy serenading us.” She reminds Y/n.

All the lights point at the brunette guy who was strumming his guitar.

I got a girl crush

Hate to admit it but

I got a heart rush

Ain't slowing down

As cheesy as it was, Y/n could feel her heart drop. His voice was raspy but it was just enough to make her tummy flutter a little.

Harry strums his guitar, looking around the crowd as if he was looking for the subject of the song.

I got it real bad

Want everything she has

That smile and that midnight laugh

She's giving you now

“Not gonna lie, he’s pretty good.” Y/n tells Mia and Andy who are all smiling down at Harry, not paying attention to her.

Y/n just rolls her eyes and continues to watch.

Yeah, 'cause maybe then

You'd want me just as much

I got a girl crush

I got a girl crush

The shout of the fans interrupts Harry from his reverie while playing the song. It was one of the first songs he learned in the guitar and always had a special place in his heart, but he also felt as if he was being watched by someone but he doesn’t know who it was.

Harry gives a flying kiss to the audience as he hands the guitar back to his friend backstage.

“That was great, Styles! Let’s get hammered after this.” His friend tells him.

“I’m holding you to that.” Harry points back at him before performing another song.

As soon as the gig was done, the three friends decided to go to a pub down the road to drink until someone will pass out of drunkenness.

“Listen, you’ve had a long year! A break up isn’t the end of the world, drink up!” Andy hands a shot to Mia.

“It wasn’t a breakup, he just finally came out of the closet and I was his beard. I was a beard.” Mia drunkenly grumbles.

“Well, we all warned you, that boy was more feminine than the three of us combined. You really didn’t realize until he decided to go to Parsons for a fashion degree?” Andy asks.

Mia shakes her head.

“He checked out my prom dress and told me I was a lucky girl bringing a Harvard man to prom.” Y/n reminds her.

“God, why did he have to be gay?!” Mia takes two shots before wiping her mouth.

“Now you.” Andy points her finger at Y/n who just laughs at Mia’s misery.

“Do one more, Y/n!” Andy screams as she hands Y/n  a shot of pure vodka.

“I’ve had like 8 now! I can’t.” Y/n pushes the shot glass away.

“Come on! I know you’ve had more than that back in high school.” Mia giggles.

“That was high school. I’m a changed woman.” Y/n smiles her friends.

“Changed woman, my ass. You may go to Yale but we all know you have the social skills of a girl from a party school.” Andy retorts.

“I don’t want to drink anymore.” Y/n moans.

“I’ll take that then.” A voice interrupts the three girls as the sound of a ring clinks with the shot glass.

The three friends look at one another before moving their heads to where the guy is standing.

“Hi. I’m Harry.” He smiles at them before chugging down the vodka shot.

CHAPTER 1 , CHAPTER 2, CHAPTER 3

[panda-noosh]

(1/2) can you do some headcanons where the paladins + matt + allura have an s/o who doesnt necessarily live with them but they visit each other often, and they find out that their s/o is currently in a physically abusive familial relationship on their own planet but denies any real problem? like maybe they somehow find out their s/o has been covering up bruises or has been in a bad mood or has even ended up in a hospital because of injuries, but there too scared to leave the situation because of

(2/2) threats or manipulation so they constantly cover for their family and make up half assed excuses for their injuries. how would the paladins + matt + allura react to finding there s/o’s injuries, suspecting the problem, getting there s/o to admit whats happening, and help them out of it? maybe if they even walk in on a situation as it happens?

Shiro:

I can tell you now, that if Shiro were to walk in on a situation as it was happening, there would be absolutely zero restraint coming from him.

I can’t imagine him not picking up on any signs at all, but I don’t think it’s unrealistic to assume that he maybe just thought he was being a little irrational which is why he didn’t do much in the first place.

Because this kind of thing is just so ??? you know?

It doesn’t happen to everybody, and you’re so good at making other people happy. You must have learned that skill from somewhere, so surely your family is just as nice as you are?

That’s his thought process, and that’s really the reason he doesn’t do much in the beginning.

But if he were to witness it actually happening, there would be a whole new level of fury unleashed.

He’d be grabbing for you immediately, because that’s his first instinct; it isn’t to hurt the person who is hurting you, but it’s to protect you. He wants to make sure you’re out of the way before he does anything else.

So he shoves you behind him, and he continues to yell at the person who he has just witnessed punching you. 

And god he wants to hurt them back. He wants to hurt them just as much as they hurt you, but you’re sobbing behind him and grabbing his arm, telling him to leave it alone. So he settles for just yelling and getting his anger out in that way.

Once the family members leaves, Shiro doesn’t let you leave with them. He keeps you wrapped up in his arms until the door is closing behind them, and it’s safe to say that you’re not leaving the ship to go back home - not without an argument from Shiro.

Keith:

He would be so heartbroken that he didn’t notice it before.

He didn’t even have an inkling, which is what breaks his heart the most.

Because he loves you. He loves you so much. And the fact that you were hurting whilst he was away with the Blade of Marmora, and he had absolutely no clue of the pain and danger you were in -  jesus christ, that shit hurts him.

He sees the bruises and it doesn’t take him long to add two and two together. 

He’s soft about it. He doesn’t yank at your shirt to get a better look at them, and he doesn’t start yelling and demanding answers from you - he goes about it in a very calm manner, and a very soft manner, because he thinks that’s the least he can do after not noticing the signs for so long.

He doesn’t ask you about it straight away. That day, you try to go home after finishing your work with the Paladins, and Keith asks you to stay with him instead.

At the time of him asking, you have no idea as to why he wants you to stay with him. You have no idea that he doesn’t think you’re safe going home.

But you stay behind anyway, and Keith leads you into his room at the end of the day and that’s when he tells you that he had, indeed, saw the bruises.

Obviously, this panics you, but he keeps up the comforting as best as possible. He doesn’t raise his voice or demand to know anything you don’t want to tell him.

The one thing he asks of you in this moment, as he holds your hysteric form in his arms, is that you don’t go back to your house. That you stay with him until the situation can be properly dealt with, and until he’s certain that you’ll be safe.

Lance:

This is one of those rare moments where Lance really isn’t laughing and joking.

I feel like out of all of the Paladins, Lance would definitely be the one who panics the most about the situation.

Because he doesn’t think he’s very qualified to be dealing with something like this, which makes him a bit hesitant to ask you to do anything.

With Keith and Shiro, they were very forward in asking you to stay with them, but Lance isn’t entirely sure if that’s his place to do so, despite the given circumstances.

Of course, once he finds out about the bruises and the abuse itself, the last thing he wants you to do is go back to it, but you keep making excuses for your family, making it out as if you didn’t actually mind the abuse and it’s just a normal thing.

And Lance is a family man, so asking you to ditch your family is a big deal for him.

I can see him thinking up different ways to get you to stay with him rather than heading home. He’s not comfortable with telling you outright to stay with him, but he will pretend to fall asleep on top of you just so you won’t be able to stand up and leave.

He won’t tell you to move out directly, but he will put on a three hour long movie at 12am and then claim it’s much too late for you to be heading home - you may as well stay with him anyway.

Hunk:

An entire ball of worry and anger.

He isn’t particularly good with hostility. We all know that. Whenever his friends argue, he gets a little overwhelmed and all he wants is for them to shut up and get along.

But this is a completely different story, and he’s not entirely surprised to feel himself getting angry - which is a very different side of Hunk, and one that we aren’t too fond of seeing.

Because he’s scary when he’s angry. He just kind of falls silent, glaring into nothingness as it’s clear that his mind if working at one million miles per hour.

Whenever he first sees the bruises, his first reaction is anxiety. He thinks you’ve hurt yourself somehow, because he truly had no idea you were in an abusive household.

So whenever he first sees them, he’s saying things like, “Did you fall over again?” and “What did you bump into?”

But the way your eyes suddenly widen whenever he brings attention to them - that’s how he knows it isn’t just simple clumsiness that has given you those bruises.

And that’s when the anger sets in.

He’s like Keith in the fact that he tries to take a calm approach to it - he’s being sweet with you, and he’s taking you up to bed and away from the other Paladins so you can handle your emotions in a more secluded part of the ship.

But inside, he’s furious. Furious at everything. Furious that somebody could even think of raising a hand to you. Furious at himself for not being there when you needed him. Furious at the world for being so fucking cruel.

Hunk would ask Keith to keep an eye on the doors, both to make sure none of your family get into the ship and that you don’t end up leaving that day without him.

He would do it himself, but he wants to be there for you instead of sat outside guarding the doors.

Pidge:

I cannot even sit here and begin to portray the pure anger this girl feels whenever she walks in and sees you being abused.

I just ??? There is no words???

I’m trying to think of something to compare her to, but she’s just Pidge. And that should be scary enough.

She isn’t like Shiro in the fact that she grabs at you first, because she doesn’t. Her rage is entirely encompassing the person who she has just witnessed hitting you, and everything else in the room is blocked out immediately.

She’s getting in between you and your family member, but it’s almost like she doesn’t even know you’re there. She’s suddenly fallen into tunnel-vision, and the only thing she can see if the douchebag that she wants to knock out.

She grabs at your family members collar, pushing them and pushing them until their back is against the wall, and she can hear you screaming behind her, telling her to leave them alone, but she doesn’t listen.

She ends up effectively knocking the person out. They crumble to the floor, and it is then that Pidge turns to you, worry lacing her eyes.

“What’s been going on?”

That’s all she needs to ask to have you breaking down completely, and Pidge just kind of knows then and there that this wasn’t a one-time occurrence. 

She’s not mad at you for not telling her, and she makes that very clear. She disregards the unconscious body slumped against the wall behind her and makes her way over to you, wrapping her arms around you, making sure you know that you’re safe now.

She takes you to the ship, and she doesn’t even have to tell you that you’re going to be staying with her from now on. You just curl up in her bed beside her and fall asleep, too exhausted from the day to even think about doing much else.

And Pidge just kind of watches you, asking herself how she didn’t notice.

Matt:

He would definitely get a lil bit emotional.

It’s not necessarily because of the fact that he didn’t see the evidence in the first place. It’s moreso due to the fact that you were hurting in general.

He’s not about to turn the attention on himself by feeling guilty. Besides, you’ve made it exceptionally clear that there was no way in hell Matt would have been able to recognise the abuse due to how well you had hidden it beforehand.

But he still feels this sense of … anguish? Because he’s imagining you in that situation, all on your own, thinking nobody is going to help you.

And that alone completely crushes him.

Whenever he first sees the bruises, he tries to be calm about it, and he does a good job at it. He’s always been good at comforting people whenever they need it.

He just kind of sits with you, and the two of you will sit in silence for a little while, just kind of bask in the sudden change of events.

He’ll rub at your leg gently, or play with your fingers, but it’ll be silent. You won’t need anything else. You won’t need to talk to each other.

Matt just kind of has that aura about him that comforts you without the use of words. Him just being there is good enough.

Besides, Matt doesn’t think he’ll be able to talk without bursting into tears.

He kind of lets the other Paladins deal with your family. His job is more trying to get your mind off of everything, making sure there was no internal damage from the most recent abuse you had received.

Whilst the other Paladins do all the dirty work, Matt and you just kind of get lost in your own little world as Matt leads you through the process of healing from the things you’ve been through.

Allura:

She would be so angry.

I can totally imagine her wanting nothing more than revenge on the people who had been abusing you.

Allura doesn’t really understand the psychology behind somebody trying to protect their abusers. She doesn’t understand the fact that, despite what your family put you through, you don’t want them getting hurt.

She genuinely gets so confused whenever you tell her, “They’re my family, Allura. I care about them.”

She thinks its just a human thing, and she doesn’t quite understand it.

She tells you she wants to get revenge, that she wants to make sure your family pay for what they did to you, but you tell her no. You tell her that you want to just leave the past in the past, and that you’ll be okay in the long run - especially now that somebody else knows about it and it’s not entirely down to you to deal with on your own.

But as I said, Allura doesn’t entirely understand that.

I don’t think she’d go out of her way to get revenge if you didn’t want her to. She would respect your wishes and instead try and focus her attention on helping you get better both physically and mentally.

But that doesn’t stop her from placing the suggestion out there every now and then.

And she tries to see things from your perspective. She wants to be able to feel sympathy for those people, perhaps understand the fact that they are your family, but she sees them as exactly what they are - complete scum for hurting you when you did nothing wrong.

But she respects your decisions, though it is safe to say that she keeps a very close eye on your family, just to make sure they don’t step out of line again. 

[looking-for-girlfriend-blog]

How to find the woman of your dreams.

Perhaps the headline gave you hope that there will be detailed instructions, schemes of traps, descriptions of tricks for catching women. No, we'll take the bait. And this will make the bait (ie, you) in any way attractive. It is not only the culture that is to blame for the Main idea of the pitiful oratorio of men suffering from the lack of female warmth: "All women are whores! Normal not remained!". As a rule, it is customary to blame eve, culture and the very female psychology. They say that some prostitutes who are ready for "iPhone" on the oral feats; others are inaccessible goddess; third — feminists; the fourth unrealistic expectations from the relationship; and the fifth is simply unworthy. 

Maybe it interferes with the search for women, but the main reason — it's you, your belief in women's deceit. If you think all women are fallen, you will meet them. Incompatible with life expectations to Live need to in reality, not in their gentle dreams. And the sooner you realize that miracles do not happen, and large buttocks, as a rule, indicate the presence of cellulite, the better it will be for you. And you need to understand that ideal people do not happen, and in relationships it is very important to compromise. And sometimes, not to be a monster instead, you need time to shift even the most beautiful of fairy tales. After all, women have a tendency to turn from a beautiful mermaid in a well-groomed impudent. And don't forget to look at ourselves beautiful and right in front of the mirror not retracting the stomach and with its recent failure to answer, who such happiness take: weeping willow or diva perduca. You don't need to overestimate yourself. First, you have written that you are a wonderful price — two months of boring relationship. And secondly, women are not stupid and often choose a partner more carefully than we do. Because their goals are far-reaching and concrete. 

A wedding, Yes, which is a once in a lifetime. Maybe two. Maybe three, but not now. Most maidens, even without realizing it, want a wedding dress, a stamp in the passport and give birth to a small one. Someone changes his mind, someone remains faithful to the dream. So do not be surprised that you are pecking desperate "old-born" 25-year-old ladies with the idea to give birth to fix. And you want to be loved by all-increase its value in the Dating market, overgrown with noble and human qualities. Charisma, mind, language, career, dedication and self-esteem surprisingly turn into a person. You do not do Most of the gentlemen do not make an effort, but lie on the couch in the pose of an Eastern despot and, as the classic said, either dream of p...e (vagina), or p...t (lie) about the dream. You don't have to do either. Of course, each Deva believes himself to be worthy of romance, as in the disney fairy tales. But when instead of a tall Prince on a white horse, she sees an arrogant self-confident dwarf on a toy horse, she can still fall in love. The main thing is to make efforts, to be confident in yourself and your irresistibility. Not — so lacks specific qualities and skills. 

Once again, pay attention to the last sentence of the previous paragraph. And remember that all the doors are open to you. Don't fuck with the same one, especially if it's from a convent. The problem with many men is that they are looking for a woman in the same place: at work, among friends of their friends. Expand your area of search: from the "Tinder" to the drama club. You don't know what you want Who you want? An impulsive, disgustingly creative lady whose life is a play with an unhappy end, or a normal, quiet and calm hen-hen? Again, do you need a wife, or do you want to hang out? In any case, the most important thing is to decide for yourself what kind of woman you need. And then to properly understand what man is necessary to the chosen type. It's hard to identify a good woman if you don't know what you're looking for. For some it is good, for others it is bad, because " some "and not"one". You know. Understanding will come with experience: the more passed through your hands, the easier it is to recognize the setup. Over time, you will understand that women are divided not only into those who are worthy of love once, and those who are more. 

Don't forget about the soul, because the Boobs are fine, but the delicious borscht and the harmony is much more important. At the same time alpha and beta, Some are trying to show themselves alpha males than irritate and alienate. Because they are prone to narcissism, they are completely alien to care and warmth. Others behave like omelets. Cute, vulnerable, sensitive, caring, but not alpha males. In reality, you need to combine these two qualities. Healthy, slightly pofigist cynicism multiplied by self-confidence with care and tenderness. P If you read this inscription, then someone took this article with BroDude.ru find out who is in charge, behind whose back you can hide in time, and do not overdo it with tenderness. And then teach-you will regret. 

This method, as they say, one shot kills two birds with one stone and eliminates the agony of choice. You become, as it were, universal for all types of women, and therefore you choose, not they. As you can see, ladies fall for the good guys. Because no normal person needs other people's problems. Him (and in this case — it) their lack. Therefore, understand your own problems, get rid of fears, fulfill obligations, and only then go look for the beloved. Unload your emotional baggage life Together, as the classic said, should be fun and easy. Got up-will be a wonderful night. Not stood up, laughed, and sleep. So no need to make a drama out of nothing. Yes, you can have a sad, even negative experience with the female sex. But if you don't get rid of those fears, you'll never find a new woman. Such problems need to be solved together: that is, she-their, and you-their, and preferably before the relationship. Take the memories of your ex away. 

Try to have a relationship only with people you like. Strangely enough, self-persuasion helps a lot. The more often you imagine family routine, duties which will fall down on you, the quicker you get used to life. Just don't introduce your exes. If the presented picture reminds you of the oppressed peasants and seems unpleasant — then the relationship is not yours. Maybe women. Improve your lifestyle and be sure You can live like a pig and behave like a bad dog. But if you feel comfortable and confident in the guise of a pig, then everything will be fine. Confidence is the most "woman magnet" was talking about Borat. That's why women love scumbags so much. You should not try to be like everyone else, you need to be confident. As they say, if you have no money for" Parliament", smoke" Belomor " and say that you have this style! But in order for confidence to arise, it is necessary to improve the quality and way of life. When you have a job, passion, when you are healthy and in demand, there is no reason to doubt yourself. 

Even if you are one in many faces, prone to hysterics and talking obscenities. Develop your character character character And personality develop throughout life, but many use only the best practices of children and youth periods. And if you make an effort, you can dazzle yourself with what you need. We are all like dough, just someone had a little dried out and withered, and someone is too thin. But it's never too late to add flour or water to make yourself look divine. We strongly recommend that you focus on these qualities — - Honesty; — Courage; — Empathy: — Goodwill; — Humility; — work ethics; — Setting high personal standards; - maintaining eye contact. Correct presentation And if there is nothing to change? So, we'll work with the PR Department in the subcortex. As you know, a good presentation can make an idol out of shit. This is used by many mean people, but they are quickly exposed. Try to work with your sense of style, appearance, gestures, voice, facial expressions. First of all, take up your speech. You can use a couple of phrases and appearance to show who is great and terrible, and who - horseradish horseless. Besides all being on the velvet voice and the beautiful eyes. 

Remember: in any case, no matter how your presentation took place, no matter how it turned out acquaintance, prepare for failure. Don't focus on him, believe in the best, but be prepared for the worst. It's easier to take offense. If she refused, then she's a fool, let her regret: she missed such happiness. But it is not necessary to go to wash down the mountain, better you make the mistakes. Where to find a good woman Well, a understood, but where do these women look? Questions like this make men swear plangent shaped design, although it's much easier. Did you know that only about 20% of heterosexual couples meet in bars or restaurants, and 60% find their halves either through mutual friends or through some regular activity, such as study or work? 

So do not look for your woman among the drunken nymphs on the bar, or in clubs, and therefore be surprised that in the world there is nothing good and clean. Although, perhaps, we too adamant. Of course, nice girls and go there. Sometimes you look at her: dancing near the entrance to the toilet, shaking in convulsions, as after the bite of a tarantula, sweaty, shaggy. And you know, there's definitely something about her. However, the efficiency is small and Virgo immature, party. But friends and other activities guarantee at least some active life.

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[birthdouladiary-blog]

Jessie’s Birth Story

My pregnancy and birthing experience like most women’s, was full of surprises, challenges and unexpected joy. 

 To be completely honest I always envisioned being pregnant as a horrible time of life that women just have to suffer through in order to get that baby. I associated pregnancy with me being fat, lazy, lethargic, and uncomfortable. To my complete surprise I absolutely loved being pregnant. I never suffered through morning sickness and I managed to workout throughout. I was boxing until I was 8 ½ months pregnant; I only stopped because I was actually embarrassed to show up to the studio being so large. I remember saying in my second trimester that I had never felt better in my whole life. I felt like I had an inexhaustible source of energy. Plus my hair and skin were amazing. It is my hope that the perception of pregnancy changes. I totally respect that pregnancy is different for every woman but I feel like the media portrays pregnancy in such an unrealistic light. I hope that woman today understand that you have the opportunity to make your pregnancy the healthiest and happiest time of your life. For me it was almost like being on a retreat, no alcohol, caffeine, chemicals or toxins. You get to spend every day focusing on wellness not just for you but also for the baby. 

 My greatest challenge and greatest lesson came at the end of my pregnancy. At my 36-week ultrasound I was told that there was some concern about Hazels growth. She had previously been in the 60th percentile for size she was now only measuring in the 5th percentile. The ultrasound technician and doctor recommended that we induce labor and get Hazel out as soon as possible. They feared that the placenta had died prematurely and that Hazel was no longer getting the proper nutrition to grow. I remember hearing the news and hysterically crying on the ultrasound table. I was scared and a touch hormonal. In this moment I would have given my right arm to insure that the baby would be ok. This is where my first lesson came in. I feel like the Universe gave me this early gift to teach me not to judge other mothers. I remember a few years back hearing about women inducing their babies and quietly judging them thinking why in the world would you induce your baby. I thought babies should only come out naturally and when they are ready. The Universe whipped me into shape pretty quickly. We have absolutely no idea what each other are silently going through and that we must support each other as Mothers and human beings always.

Once we made the decision to induce everything moved very quickly which was terrifying. The only thing that got me through those few days and the grueling induction process was the support of my husband and my incredibly wise and nurturing Doula. They were both at my side constantly, taking turns massaging me even as I slept and guiding me through. It was a special love that I will never forget and am eternally grateful for. 

 Once I reached active labor the world seemed to stop and everything became calm and still. Again I spent my whole life fearing childbirth. I had perceived it through media and my own imagination as chaotic and painful. My labor was the absolute farthest from that perception. I had the epidural as I was induced which definitely helped. My room was dark, quiet, and still, almost cocoon like. The only sound was that of Hazel’s heart beat on the monitor. It was rhythmic and soothing. I felt absolutely no pain and was never scared or uncomfortable. Everyone who was in the room as I gave birth described it as calm. And then just like the movies the moment my doctor handed me my healthy beautiful baby my heart opened up. I couldn’t believe how tiny and delicate this little creature was. It was the moment of my life. My greatest advice is to be present. I hope that every woman can be aware enough to know that this is greatest time of your life. Every cough, every sleepless night, every sweet smile it all adds up to the golden era of our lives.