happy birthday to our seokjinnie 💞 (921204)
happy thanksgiving friendo’, or maybe just happy thursday.
either way, eat well, take a shower, and brush your teeth. :)
Yeah, yeah, BTS is great, but claiming that “all American award shows hate people of color” just because they didn’t get a grammy nomination is just the dumbest and most childish thing I’ve ever heard.
Make an actual mature comment about it, or have a real discussion and just accept the fact that they didn’t make it, cause I’m tired of seeing posts like,
“BTS WON SO MANY AWARDS THEY DESERVE SO MANY GRAMMYS AMERICA JUST HATES ASIANS OEOAEHDAEIUEIEFIUEBFI-”
You guys make this fandom look so toxic I-
i just wanna know who’s responsible for bleaching BTS’s hair cause sometimes the boys look like uncooked noodles…
it had to be said.
You know what, Anon?
I’m glad you did too.
It’s okay if you ship real people casually, or even jokingly, like when you ship a crack pairing that you know would never happen and you only do it because it’s funny, but you don’t take it seriously.
But don’t you dare believe for one second that shipping real people so obsessively and fooling yourself into believing you know which team they swing for is even remotely okay.
Ah yes, finally a breath of fresh air.
Okay first off…
I didn’t demand crap, I made a nice suggestion that some people please don’t ship real people to such an extreme level unless they give them the go-ahead because that can make real people uncomfortable.
You obviously don’t care about that.
Unlike you, I’ve decided to be respectful and blur your name, along with deleting your comment from the original post so that people don’t harass you.
I actually went to your account, and seeing as you re-blog a multitude of BTS ship fanfiction, (which I said was understandable unless it got into a creepy sexual level, and obviously if it made the people in question uncomfortable) I’m guessing you’re one of those toxic Army’s that everyone talks about.
And you see, me just ignoring something like this doesn’t help anyone, does it? If we all just ignored ped*philia, in*est and abuse in fanfiction then everything would be fine and dandy now wouldn’t it?
Because of course it isn’t real, so why in the world would there be any reason to question it?
Now granted this isn’t as deep as all that, but you have to understand that saying, “If you don’t like it don’t look at it” doesn’t really make sense because I DON’T LOOK AT IT.
I feel like unlike you, I don’t leave hate comments on people’s fanfiction or other work, because not many people do things like that with malicious intent, and only because they don’t think about the possible ways it could affect people.
Unlike you, of course.
I simply stated an opinion about the basics of human decency and respecting people’s privacy, and apparently, you don’t like human decency that much, huh?
And yeah, I am hoping that complaining about it will actually at least change one persons mind, because this isn’t a character, these are real people with real lives and I hope you don’t call yourself an Army, because you clearly don’t respect these boys not because you ship them, but because you disregard their possible discomfort, and I imagine you wouldn’t stop even if they asked.
I bet you would even leave a comment similar to this if BTS themselves asked everyone to stop.
“People have always and will always ship real people. Nothing you can say will effect it in the slightest.”
To sum this all up, this comment is dumb and childish, you obviously don’t respect BTS or people in general, and the circus is hiring, you’re missing your interview.
And if you have the audacity to comment crap like that on my blog again, I’ll blast your name so loud God himself will hear and strike you down with a damn lightning bolt.
Have a nice day. xoxo
Here’s another rant that I think is pretty important.
Please, please, don’t ship to an extreme or debate the sexuality of real people.
This goes for people who aren’t in an already public relationship, and even then it can become toxic, so please control yourself.
One reason I decided to write this was because once entering the BTS fandom, I noticed that there is literally a ship for every combination of (usually) two of the boys.
(Also, this post isn’t strictly about BTS, I’m just using them as an example for a bit, so please keep reading even if you aren’t an Army)
Fair enough, most people all understand that it’s a joke more than anything, and respect the boys and whatever, but there is also a shocking amount of people who actually and genuinely believe that all of the members of BTS are together with one of the others.
Guys, I get it. I literally write fanfiction, and I understand the oftentimes fun little scenarios that you get in your minds, and it’s awesome to write them out and share them with other Army’s!
Until it goes too far.
Okay, so I kinda lied. The one big reason I decided right now I was going to pull out my laptop and start ranting was because of a comment I saw on a picture of Namjoon and Seokjin.
It said something like, “I can’t wait for the day gay marriage in South Korea becomes legal! Namjoon will totally propose to Jin on stage! 😍😍😍”
Now I know what some of you are probably thinking…
“But this was probably a joke!”
Now maybe, maybe, I’ll give this person the benefit of the doubt, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they were being totally serious. Even if they were joking, this is a pretty un-funny joke, and kinda unnecessary.
Again, if this was a little one-off thing then it would be different, but things get way more extreme then this, and this particular comment is just a tad too much, even hardcore shippers have to admit.
No, I’m not saying to never insinuate that anyone is anything other than straight or it will ruin their careers. I’m saying that these are real people, and it is so crazy that anyone could say, “This person is totally straight/not straight!” when they haven’t said anything about it to begin with.
(Also, I know a lot of people like to say that “Yoongi is pan, it’s confirmed.” but I’ve been told that it was translated bad from a Japanese interview, and he never said anything about gender, only about how physical appearance doesn’t matter. It wouldn’t be a big deal if he was pan, but that seems to be an excuse that people use a lot when seriously shipping him with other members)
And yes, saying, “They’ll say something if they’re uncomfortable with it.” is also not a fair statement. Have you guys seen what happened when Dan Howell, years ago, asked people to stop shipping Phan because it made him really uncomfortable, and people just wrote it off as him being bratty, and continued to do it anyway?
(There are screenshots of him answering asks on Tumblr asking him if he was gay, and his responses were quite passionate. I recommend googling it and trying to find them)
And if you think for one moment that it changes anything just because he recently came out as gay and claimed to once have been in a relationship with Phil, then you’re so wrong. It doesn’t matter if what was being said was true, he said stop, and some people just didn’t care about that.
I wouldn’t doubt that so many artists/influencers/celebrities would be scared to tell their fanbase to stop, because that either fuels the fire, or just gets them called homophobic.
If they haven’t said, “Hey, this is okay.” then you don’t do it.
Seriously, imagine if people you didn’t know were arguing over your possible sexuality and writing incredibly sexual fanfiction about you and your friends.
You would be creeped out.
And this isn’t about gay shipping! Imagine if it was someone who was gay, and having graphic fanfic written about them and their opposite-sex friend made them feel uncomfortable.
Or even if they weren’t gay, and being shipping with their friend in general made them uncomfortable!
Obviously, the Dan and Phil situation is different now, since they’ve pretty much accepted it and even joke about it, but that still doesn’t change the fact that at one point it wasn’t, and people didn’t listen, and even called him rude for asking fans to please stop.
I need to stop ranting because this is getting way too long, so I’m going to go over and edit the typos tomorrow or something.
But my point is, please respect people and their privacy.
Sexuality is a private thing if not shared with the public, and if they haven’t confirmed anything, there’s probably a reason.
<3 <3 <3
(and since a clown didn’t understand this, I’m talking about the really graphic sexual fanfiction by people who don’t understand when enough is enough)
Okay, this is going to be one giant rant because I’m actually really mad right now.
Are you for real??
Why are so many people complaining that “They don’t get to see themselves in fanfiction and writers are so non-inclusive” because of their weight, hair texture and height??
Like I just saw someone actually get mad because the reader “put their hair in a ponytail” and they can’t do that with their hair??
I actually can’t believe the stupidity.
I usually don’t get this worked up about stuff, but as a fanfiction writer, I feel the need to defend the rest of us.
MOST WRITERS DON’T KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE, AND CAN’T ACCOUNT FOR EVERYTHING.
Like come on, we’ve all seen those fanfictions where every sentence there’s a, (y/f/f), (y/h/c), or (y/m/n).
It’s distracting, and it makes it hard to really enjoy the work!
Most writers try their best to make sure everyone can enjoy the FREE content, but they have to put themselves into the character sometimes, because they don’t know what it’s like to be tall/short or slim/curvy!
And heaven forbid they try and be nice, write it anyway, and someone gets offended because THEY DON’T KNOW WHAT IT’S LIKE.
The actual nerve some people have to sit there and complain because “The character is 5′6 and I’m actually 5′9!! I never get any recognition!!” is just so unreal to me.
So here’s a PSA, if you want a character that completely and totally like yourself, GO WRITE IT.
Writers aren’t your clowns, and our work doesn’t revolve around you. You should be happy when some people try as hard as they can to make it inclusive for everyone because I bet if you tried to make the reader as vague as possible just so everyone under the sun and put themselves in it, the writing would be crap.
hungry eyes; dw
genre— fluff, fluffyfluffyfluffy fluff. f l u f, does that sum it up? ooh, and it’s a hc too because why tf not :’)
warnings— slight suggestive comment, nothing else (:
author’s note— this damian wayne is older. like early 20’s. and just asking but, i saw somewhere that he was born in 2003. that would make me a year younger than the actual character hehehe. someone pls tell me if this is true or not if anyone knows! pretty sure i made this gender neutral too (:
— his eyes were the most gorgeous green
— swirling pools of jade and evergreen
— if you get close enough, they are speckled with hues of honey brown
— kind of like freckles
— but in his eyes
— constellations that reflected the sun and appeard as liquid amber
— he likes to watch you
— not creepily
— but man, it’s intense™
— he does it wether you’re watching or not
— memorising you.
— the way your lips curl upwards when you smile
— the way your hair ruffles in the wind
— when how you consentrate you furrow your brow
— how you stare up at him with such awe, and he thinks of how lucky he is
— how the light dances across the hallows and plains of your skin
— how you move your hands when you talk
— how the pink colour in your cheeks sustains through the day
— how he imagines connecting all the freckles on your face into the most beautiful constellation
— how when you laugh you throw your head back and laugh with your whole body
— he notices everything about you
— his eyes are intense
— have i mentioned that yet?
— they pierce you
— they capture your soul and set your mind ablaze
— when he looks at you tenderly
— you melt
— “im a goner”
— the master of the puppy dog eyes
— one look is all it takes
— many a time have you asked him to teach you
— “you don’t need to learn albi”
— off topic here
— jason, dick and tim all say he’s whipped
— he never denies it
— when he gets angry though..
— oOh mAn
— his glare is a weapon in its own mind
— when you see him in an angry or sulky mood
— you call it the
— ‘resting murder face’
— just a quick note,
— bedroom eyes.
— i rest my case.
— you can see everything in his eyes
— the windows to his soul
— he isn’t perfect
— but neither are you
— you are happy <3
I swear nothing is more irritating than reading fanfiction but the author disregards how the character speaks.
like, I see people making an american character/person say things like “fancy” and “mum” just because the author does, and vise versa.
It’s just so irritating because if I’m writing a british character, I actually put the time into making sure they say things correctly.
granted, little sayings and such might slip, but for god’s sake how in the world is jason todd saying things like “mum”?
I’m just really in it for the attention to detail, and small things like that really annoy me.
(also I put “vise versa”, so don’t come into my comments like “wELL aMerICaNS dO ThE SaME ThINg” cause yeah I just said they did, I’m just using that example because that’s what I’ve seen the most of)
totally get what you’re saying, but just to clear up any confusion, all my fics are based in gotham, which is in america.
so it would make sense for the reader and the batboy in question to be at walmart, and I don’t write any fics where the batboy and reader are outside of america, so I just assume that whatever international reader (or y/n) had moved to gotham or something like that.
idk why we all wonder why guys are afraid to show emotion to one another when we as a society constantly call any two guys who hug gay.
just look at the shipping world as a prime example.
Pairing: Vampire!Damian Wayne x Reader
Word Count: 100 words
“The moon’s full tonight.”
Damian’s curious gaze sends a warm thrill through you, despite the glacial winds blowing across the rooftop. “You must mistake me for Todd, beloved,” he replies simply. “The full moon holds no significance for me.”
“That’s not what I meant. It’s so pretty.” You wet your lips. “Can’t we just watch it for a moment? Together?”
Just as he prepares to respond, a scream curdles in the distance. Damian goes rigid and inhales sharply, eyes fluttering shut …
But he stays.
The moonlight reflects in his eyes, and it is undeniably cold.
And undoubtedly beautiful.
me when someone sees two kids interacting and now they “ship them”:
me when someone ships two men/women who have literally interacted once just because they think gay relationships are “hot”:
me when someone thinks it’s okay to invade a celebrities life and debate the sexuality of real people just so they can ship them with their friends:
me when adults age up children in fanfic just so they can put them in sexual situations:
me when people think that just because they think abuse, sexual abuse, pe**philia and in**st in fanfic is sexy that it doesn’t make them a terrible person irl:
I said what I said, and I’m prepared for the backlash. Please feel free to add as many more as you’d like, I really want to make sure everyone has a chance to share their opinions. :)
Older!Damian Wayne x Reader
Request: Idk if your requests are open but can you do a thing with older!Damian Wayne where the reader takes care of him after patrol, like she runs him a bath and stuff and it’s just super fluffy?? Thanks ilysm
Thank you for sending this in, I needed some fluff tbh. And thank you, ily2! I hope you enjoy this, love bug! As always, feedback is always greatly appreciated! Thank you for reading! I also hope this is enough fluff!
Warnings: mention of injuries, scars. Fluff, major fluff.
Word Count: 1.179
“You’re so stubborn,” you murmur as your hands pull at the hood over his head. Your hands run through his hair, damp from the mix of sweat and rain. Your hands ran through his hair a few more times before moving to his face, fingers gently caressing the outline of his domino mask. Fingers carefully dip between the material of the mask and the skin around his eyes.
“You, beloved, are ethereal,” he murmured as he pressed a kiss to your inner wrist, his lips linger over the pulse point. You pull off the mask and meet closed eyes. Your thumbs brush across the lash line, a small smile graces his face and a giggle escapes your lips as his long, full lashes tickle the skin of your thumb.
“Stop trying to sweet talk me,” you whisper as your hands run down his face, his neck down to his shoulders and you pull his cape off. Your hands move back to the nape of his neck and you let your fingers trail upwards, from his nape to the back of his head. A sweet, soft sigh escapes his mouth.
“I just wish you would not worry so much over me, beloved,” Damian whispers as he carefully stands up. His hands brush over your arms to your shoulders, then down to settle on your waist. His face nears yours and you avoid looking him in the eye. “You need not to constantly worry for me. I’m used to this, to the life as Robin and to the life as a fighter.”
Your hand moves to his neck and you pull him in closer, your thumb brushes against his chin. “You shouldn’t have to be used to it, Damian. Let me take care of you, let me worry about you,” you whisper as you press a kiss to his jaw. Your other hand roams down to start pull his shirt off. “Let me do this for you, D.”
Damian gives you a stern look and refuses to budge. You let out an exasperated breath out and look up to the ceiling of your shared bedroom. Your fingers pinch the bridge of your nose. “D, I normally have patience and don’t say anything while you go and get beat up by Gotham’s villains. Please just let me take care of you.”
His eyes trail over your body before they settle on your face. He releases a quiet sigh and removes his shirt. You turn your attention back to him when you hear the soft thump of clothing hitting the floor. A soft gasp leaves you and your hands cover your mouth.
Hues of purple, blue and black littered his ribs and parts of his chest. Evidence of him getting scratched, ran down his arms. Soot and dirt covered everything that his uniform didn’t. “Damian,” you breath out as your hands, barely making contact, run over his skin. You squeeze his shoulder and he groans out quietly. You gently grab his hand and pull him towards the bathroom. He watches your every move with cautious eyes.
You bend over to plug the drain and start the running water. You looked over your shoulder and nodded down his pants. One of his eyebrows automatically shoot up. “Hot water is not good on bruised ribs.” You roll your eyes and shut the water off when it reaches a level that would stop at his waist.
“I know, my love, that’s why the water level is low. You need to ice your ribs for the next few days and then afterwards, we start soaking you in hot water. I’m not an imbecile, Damian,” you scoff playfully. You pull him close and finger the waistband of his pants.
“No, you are not,” he murmurs as he presses a kiss to your forehead. He strips himself of his remaining clothing and gently, with your assistance, sits himself in the tub. You grab a towel and lay it against the edge, for his head. He closes his eyes and relishes in the feeling of warm water against his sore legs.
He didn’t notice that you left the bathroom until a soft song played. You return with a wash cloth, a water bottle and a bottle of pills, and his robe. He watches as you kneel beside the tub and dip the washcloth into the water and gently press it over his skin. He opens his mouth, but you already answer his question.
“I don’t want to irritate the scratches by putting soap,” you tell him softly as the washcloth trails down his chest. Your bare hand follows the washcloth, never applying direct pressure. His half-hooded eyes followed your hands’ every movement. Your fingers gently ran over each ridge of his chest, the pads of your fingers soothing the soft burning that came from his arms. His eyes close as you dip the washcloth back into the water and wrings before it goes to his face.
You start with his forehead, then down his right temple. You lean in and press a kiss to his forehead then his temple. Your hand covered in the washcloth goes to his cheekbone and your lips follow. From his cheekbone to his jaw, your lips follow again. Your thumb strokes over his chin for a few seconds. You look to his eyes and see that they’re closed, his lips slightly parted. As you move your hand to the left side of his, you press your lips to his ever so softly.
He responds by bringing his hand to your face and stroking your cheek. You pull away slowly, your half-hooded eyes watch as his green orbs reappear. “Hobbi,” he breathes.
“That’s a new one,” you whisper as you clean the other side of his face. His eyes trace over each curve of your face, his hand still lingers on you.
“'ana ‘aeshaquk,” he murmurs as he moves his thumb from your cheek to the corner of your lips. Your eyes meet his and a gentle smile graces his face. You shoot a small smile back as you finish cleaning him up. Your hands hook under his armpits and you help him out. His arm wraps around your shoulder as help him into his robe.
“Now, you’re going to lie down for a bit and I’m going to call Alfred to let him know we’ll heading over soon.” Damian almost whined as you sat him down on the edge of the bed. “Ten deep breaths while I make this phone call,” you give him a stern look. He scowls at you and you glare.
You smile as he rolls his eyes as he inhales deeply. “And I adore you as well,” you press a kiss to his head as you grab your phone and make your way to the bathroom to clean up. Damian’s eyes shine as he watches you and he exhales. A room-brightening smile finds its way onto his face as he reminds himself just how much he appreciates you, even if he won’t exactly say it. It’s the actions that count, right?
The best parts in life are the ones that aren’t planned
Sooooo I wasn’t planning to write this but I thought it was too cute to pass up.
Prompt: “Falling in love with you wasn’t a part of my life plan but I don’t regret that I did,”
The mornings where Damian Wayne stayed in bed with you past the ungodly hours were rare but special. It was nice being able to wake up to the feeling of your boyfriends arms around your waist without having to drag his sweaty ass back into bed with you after his morning workout.
“Good morning habibti.”
You turned around to face your boyfriend and to take in every little detail of his face. Even with bed head he was just as attractive as always.
“Good morning gorgeous.”
Damian’s face turned a light pink at the nickname and he pulled you closer to kiss your forehead.
“I really missed this,” he mumbles before pressing another soft kiss on your lips.
You hum in response and lean into his chest. You stay like that for a couple of minutes before Damian breaks the silence.
“Beloved… falling in love with you wasn’t a part of my life plan, but I don’t regret that I did.”
You sigh happily before responding.
“I love you too Dami.”
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Headcannons for cuddling with Damian Wayne
I wrote this for @no12worryabout because she’s lovely and deserves the world.
- He won’t admit it but Damian Wayne is very touch starved
- Especially when it comes to you
- He actually really enjoys cuddling but he most of the time won’t be the one to ask for it
- But if you ask he’ll happily oblige
- Cuddling with him is really nice especially in the colder months
- His arms are so big and strong and it just feels so safe in them
- His chest against your back is so nice(ESPECIALLY WHEN HE SLEEPS WITHOUT A SHIRT I’M GOING TO DIE)
- Likes kissing your your hands and knuckles a lot
- He will also kiss any exposed part of your body that’s close enough to him
- So like your collarbone, shoulder, arm, hand really anything you’re comfortable with
- He will whisper the cutest sweet little nothings in your ear
- Tells you how beautiful you are especially about anything you have insecurities about
- He likes it a lot when you lay on his chest
- He’ll often stroke your hair while you’re there
- If you play with his hair he will die
- These moments are just really intimate and sweet for him