rielity:

choice: trust

character study | interlude | also found on ao3

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Lavi doesn’t believe in fate. The very notion that an individual’s life should be predestined from the moment they are born is ludicrous. Life is made up of choices and consequences, and everyone has a say in how their life unfolds.  

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terresdebrume:

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eatingmuffinsinanagitatedmanner:

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thebaconsandwichofregret:

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gendersurrender:

gendersurrender:

“You don’t have to say thank you, it’s their job.”

YOU ARE LITERALLY THE WORST PERSON

Why would you teach your child to be rude and ungrateful. Literally why.

Fun fact: My mom taught me to thank EVERYONE. I thank the bus driver, I thank the guy at the Taco Bell drive-through window…I THANK THE TACO BELL MACHINE THE PERSON TALKS THROUGH. The sad thing is…almost everyone I know thinks this is weird. I’ve had people look at me funny because I thank the bus driver for being there because if he wasn’t I couldn’t get home safely. My friends question me because I’m thanking Taco-Bell guy because where else am I going to get cheap, crappy, delicious food for 3 drunk ass people at 2am?

It’s called being a human being. Try it.

If someone does something, anything from doing dishes to picking up something you dropped to holding the door for you, you say thank you. They did something for you they didn’t have to so they deserve a thank you. It’s called appreciating the community you live in and the people around you.

For real. A lesson men in particular need to learn.

what kind of monster doesn’t thank the bus driver?

Well okay, but this is cultural, so it’s not so much called being a human being as being a human being from a particular society. (I wonder what society that might be here, gee such a mystery)

After my first America vacation, I’d gotten used to all the ridiculous amounts of thank yous, so when my mom said, “I brought you a donut,” I said, “Thank you,” and then she felt extremely insulted, because she’s my mother, and thank yous are for strangers. 

Can I ask questions about this? I just find that really interesting. Is it because thanks are implied with family/close friends? Or because it’s assumed that someone you’re close to will do nice things for you, so to thank them for it is to suggest otherwise? Or is there some other reasoning? (Maybe it’s just pure cultural difference, I don’t know, but I’d just find it really interesting if there was a reason.)

My theory is that Americans and Canadians are so explicit about politeness because they’re immigration-based societies, and when so many different cultures come together, you have no choice to go to etiquette ground zero, or everybody will feel insulted by the other one’s unspoken cultural gestures all the time. 

I don’t know how Germany compares to other European countries, but I’m almost sure that none of them are as verbally polite as North-America. I think a lot of them are about the same level of explicit about it as Germany, though likely in different ways. Sometimes I see, say, fic written by a British person and I recognize a polite phrase or gesture that we’d use here too. 

We’ve just had a much longer time to grow it, you know? And to reach a consensus about what constitutes politeness. And less immigration or outside influence, so less confusion. 

Anyway we have this concept of “Selbstverständlichkeit” that doesn’t even translate into English clean. “Common courtesy” is what comes closest, I think. You can translate “of course” with “selbstverständlich” and then “Selbstverständlichkeit” is the noun for that. It’s a thing that goes unspoken, it’s understood, it’s the standard of what’s gonna happen. So yeah, the consensus in our family is that a caring mom will provide you with food, and if I want to show my gratitude I’ll say something like, “Oh, awesome!” but I don’t say “Thank you,” that’s rude, because if I love my mom than I should not be setting such a low bar of what can be expected of her. It’s what she’s always done after all; the fact that I can reliably count on her to bring me food in this particular situation is an expression of her love that I’m not going to doubt. Or like, one of the first long fics I wrote in English starts with a soldier visiting another soldier, who he doesn’t know well, in sickbay. And both my betas got confused about why he would do that and what’s his motivation for doing that? While the Germans I asked, when trying to figure this out, understood that this is a way of showing how particularly kind and caring that guy is, since it’s assumed you will visit people in the hospital if they’re sick here. It’s just what you do. And you know, I don’t think more Germans visit people in the hospital than Americans. It’s just that here, you have to explain why you didn’t, while in America, you have to explain why you do, I guess? German readers would have understood that the character made the visit because that’s what you do; but they would also have understood that the majority of people in his situation wouldn’t have, so he must be a particularly good guy. 

The other way around, speaking of the American expectation ground zero, in the first two years or so in the relationship with my American girlfriend, we had a lot of fights that were basically caused by her saying, “I acknowledge your feelings” which to me is one of the rudest things you can say to your partner or friend, because it is understood by me that my partner will acknowledge my feelings. What else should she do, assume that my feelings aren’t there? I don’t even have that shitty a relationship with my boss! 😀 But of course in Germany you get just as many people in relationships ignoring their partners feelings, it’s just that we approach it with an expectancy that that won’t happen. And here, too, “I acknowledge your feelings” doesn’t even translate to anything. You can’t even express that sentiment in German. 

Another factor might be that German has a class of words English doesn’t, which is the so-called particles, which are inserted into sentences to indicate levels of politeness. If you want to distinguish in English between ordering somebody to close the window and asking them politely to do so, you can use “may” and “please” but in German you can leave out the “please” entirely because your choice of particles allows you to add various degrees of politeness to the sentence. And the particular way you phrase that also indicates whether or not you should say thank you once the window is closed. I think that’s a big reason why Germans are supposed to be so rude. Particles are the hardest part of German to learn for foreigners, and most non-native speakers just can’t read them well. The other way around, it’s hard for Germans to adjust to other modes of politeness in other societies when they’ve suddenly been deprived of their natural way of expressing it. 

And of course, if I ask a German a favor although I know that thing will be hard for them, I’ll say it swiftly and barely with any attention on it (”Oh hey, could you stop referring to that as x? Ta, mate”) because that will allow the other person to say no in the same tone, rather than forcing them to make a big deal out of why they won’t do it. I only made the mistake of trying that with an American once; the fight was epic. :p (on the other hand, I once asked an American a favor saying, “I know you’re very reluctant about sharing your real name on the internet so please just tell me if you don’t want to do it and I absolutely will understand” and rather than taking that out she replied, “Nah, I don’t feel like doing that” and I just got… really mad at her because when a German goes to the trouble of outlining why a favor is important it’s important and I wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t and I wasn’t fucking around here)

Can’t speak for other European countries but over here it’s expected that you’ll thank basically anyone for doing anything for you 😛

Like if I ask someone to pass me the salt, no matter their age, I’ll say thanks when they do (and it’s expected that they’ll do the same). It’s the same word every time too, but the tone of voice or deformation you apply to it that indicate informal speech (like, with my family, sometimes I’ll say it more like ‘mercy’ than ‘merci’ or go for a playful ‘thank you’ in a horrible French accent that makes it sound like I’m saying ‘your ass’ in French)

So yeah, not thanking your mom for bringing you food would feel weird to me too xD

I’m with you on the hospital visit thing though–over here you explain why you don’t, too.

bitterkanda:

Title: Postponement

Series: D.Gray-Man

Pairing: LavixKanda

Word Count: 6,100

Rating: M18+

Summary: Lavi simply wanted to spend some time with his boyfriend on Valentine’s Day, but Kanda was just too busy for him. Maybe they could make an arrangement?

Disclaimer: D.Gray-Man and the characters belong to Hoshino. I have no ownership of them. This is simply fanfiction. Could also be found on Fan Fiction.net

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lpwrites:

It was supposed to be a quick workout, a chance to destress
after a long mission.

Lavi had insisted they fight, and Kanda jumped at the chance
to punch the smug smirk off the redhead’s face.

Halfway through the fight, Kanda remembered why he didn’t
tend to confront the Bookmen very often. For all that Lavi pretended to be an
easygoing prankster, he was hiding real power behind that dumb smile.

They were both breathless and sweating by the time Lavi
called a truce, and Kanda didn’t miss the bright sparkle in the other’s eye.

“That was great, Yuu!” Lavi enthused, collapsing heavily on
the floor. “It’s been a while, huh?”

Kanda frowned but said nothing, sitting a few steps away.
Lavi rolled over to watch him, propping his chin on his hand. “You know, you’ve
improved a lot. Your fighting style’s changed since the last time.”

Kanda sneered, crossing his arms sullenly. “What do you
know?”

Lavi smiled, the action too innocent. “I remember
everything, Yuu. I know your every move.”

He left with a jaunty wave and a glance over his shoulder
that was sharper than anything Kanda had seen before. All at once, Kanda
realized how dangerous the Bookmen really were.

bitterkanda:

Title: Coffee for Coffee’s Sake

Summary: Second part to Space? in a way, not really, its an entirely new fic. But also for dgmsecretsanta 2015! Kanda and Lavi are both awkward baristas and Alma doesn’t really help the situation. Coffee Shop au

Rating: K but Kanda says too many bad words!

Fandom: D.Gray-Man

Pairing: Lavi/Kanda/Alma but mostly Lavi/Kanda

Words: 2.5k+

Author’s note: For @cinder229 this one is done and is so heavy in dialog that’s all i write :’) but coffee shop au! Is this proofread? yeah like once so?? but to be put on ao3 and ff.net as well. Also there is a nice lil Kanda/Alma text convo at the end ;0

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laviyuu-fanfics:

Yes, definitely. I would love too.

Bleed into Those Sweat Soaked Sheets by: Broken Headphones

Drugtionary by:

Mr. Ree and Mr. Meenor 

 Go Google It, Moron By: Esprit de L’eau

Italics By: smokingace

Les Rêves des Amoureux Sont Comme le Bon Vin By: dahliadenoire 

Let The Rain Fall, I Don’t Care By: dahliadenoire

Sweater By: PurpleCranberi

I would recommend reading everything by 

tysunkete (tumblr is @aozu ) and 

saxon-jesus. They are both amazing Laviyuu writers and have written countless stories. I would especially recommend Redemption by

tysunkete

and Innocent Rain by saxon-jesus.

Also, my whole recommendation list is here. 

yesterdayiwrote:

Thank you! Have some smut based on Ep14 🙂 

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conzyricamora:

fic based on this headcanon: Oliver is loud. Like, LOUD. And Connor shushes him and tries to smother
his moans with kisses because, dammit, Oliver, Mrs. Greene across the
hall is already grouchy, but he secretly loves finding all of the spots
that make Oliver louder. 

Oliver tip-toed through the front door, closing it softly behind himself. Glancing at his watch on his way to his car from work had alerted him that he’d completely missed dinner. He’d sent a quick text to Connor hoping that he would understand but the immediate ‘incoming call’ screen threatened otherwise. “Ollie, you promised you’d cut back on your hours. Yeah, you’re new there and you want to prove your worth, but I did not uproot our lives and drag you across the country so we could spend even less time together,” Connor half-joked. Oliver quickly heard that facetious tone shift into something much more serious when he’d promised to make it up to him the second he got home.

Quietly setting his bag down at the door, Oliver spotted Connor sitting against the bench near the wall height windows. He took a moment to admire his lover’s silhouette- the curve of his back in tension with the strong line of his arms wrapped around his knees which were drawn up to his chest. Absolutely perfect. He realized he must’ve voiced his thoughts when Connor turned to face him with a slightly startled expression.

“I didn’t hear you come in.” Connor stood from his position, taking away the image a little too soon for Oliver’s liking. He soon got over the loss when Connor’s arms wrapped snugly around him, falling into place like they always had and hopefully always would.

“Sorry I’m late. Again. Let me make it up to you,” Oliver suggestively purred the last words into Connor’s ear simply because he knew it’d make the other man shiver. He felt Connor’s hands slowly move up to unbutton his work shirt and he decided to speed up the process by working from the bottom. Their hands met in the middle just before their eyes locked. Connor passionately kissed him as he slid Oliver’s shirt past his shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor. Reluctantly, Connor pulled back from the kiss after a moment.

“Are you going to be good this time, Ollie?” Connor whispered against Oliver’s neck. “Can’t afford any more noise complaints from our favorite upstairs neighbor.” Oliver felt his pants tighten at Connor’s tone.

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dgraywoman:

Pairing: Kanda Yuu x Lavi Bookman
Rating: T
Summery: Hogwarts!AU – Kanda doesn’t expect a bunny of all animals to be his familiar.
Author’s Note: My rp partner is amazing and gave me this wonderful idea for these two. This oneshot is little twist on familiars in this Hogwarts!AU.

[FF.net version]

                  Familiar: An animal that choose a person and leads them to their soul mate.

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They’re whispering again.

It’s easy to ignore. They’ve been whispering about him since their first day when Kanda punched a guy who started to talk to him in hopes of becoming his friend. Kanda thought he had made it clear he didn’t want friends and thus resorted to violence to get the guy to leave him alone. He had been warned beforehand. It wasn’t Kanda’s fault he didn’t listen.

“He’s heartless.” “Oh, keep away from him.” “Don’t even look at him. He might snap.”

Those are just some of the things he’s used to hearing. There are nicer things – “He sure doesn’t like being close to people” – that he hears and then there are things that are harsher – “The fucking girly jackass is coming”.

He’s learned to ignore them.

The time he isn’t spending in class or on the Quidditch field, he’s locked away in his room doing homework. He doesn’t go down for many meals, opting to grab something and head back to his room. He’d never admit that he gets rather lonely. That isn’t something he needs people to know. They might start to think he wants to hang around people. It was bad enough that damn Lenalee won’t leave him alone, but he can’t really punch the girl. It does help that he knows Lenalee from before his time at Hogwarts.

He likes to spend time wondering around the outskirts of the grounds, just outside the forest. He’s tried to venture in before, but there is always a professor who catches him. It’s annoying and he often gets in trouble for talking back to them. He doesn’t really care. Tiedoll won’t let the school expel him. Or at least that’s what he likes to think. The damn guardian might decide it will teach him a lesson if he’s expelled. He hopes that doesn’t happen. Those muggle schools are much worse than this damn school. He’d much rather stay here.

It’s a Friday night when he wonders to the edge of the forest. He hides behind a tree when he sees a group of professors walking back to the building. They are probably going to see if any students are still out before heading in themselves. It is past curfew, not that Kanda cares. He’s never cared.

The forest is dark as he approaches, a smirk pulling up his lips. There are so many stories about these woods and he’s found himself draw to the darkness, wondering how many of those stories are true.

He’s about to step foot in the forest when something pops out from behind the bushes. It’s rushing, hopping along the ground. It seems to be running from something. What, Kanda doesn’t know. He doesn’t get to find out either. Because the professors have walked back and they are scowling him about being out past curfew and being around the forest.  

He ignores their words as he heads back in the direction of his dormitory, arms crossed over his chest. The damn rabbit distracted him and he hadn’t been able to hide from those stupid professors.

He’s half way to his dormitory room when he notices something is following him. A dark eyebrow raises and he turns to find out what idiot would even dare follow him around. He snaps his mouth shut before a retort can leave his lips, dark eyes shifting to see that same bunny on the ground, hopping along after him.

“The fuck,” he mutters, turning on his heels. He walks a few paces, turning to see the bunny hopping along behind him. The thing is following him and Kanda has no idea why it would be doing such a thing.

Kanda turns down the next hallway, hurrying down the hall in hopes of losing the damn thing. The second he is at the door to his dormitory, he hurries in after a muttered password and a grumble from the damn painting. The door is slammed closed before the rabbit can get inside.

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