Basically these are my thoughts on their relationship in Countdown and so on

The Space-Time Continuum in BBC’s Sherlock Part II: Reflection and Reproduction

So, @tjlcisthenewsexy made some great comments on the original The Space-Time Continnum in BBC’s Sherlock meta and I started to reply, but then I had a big breakthrough and I feel it needs its own post.

The amount of parallels and direct homages to previous episodes in Series Four are more than numerous at this point. There are so many that its almost like they are re-doing entire episodes. Well, they are. The reason and method of which was confounding me for awhile, but I figured out the reason with my original Space-Time meta, and the method I just discovered this morning.

Here is a basic timeline of episodes in BBC’s Sherlock

Now, accounting for what we learned in The Space-Time Continuum Part I meta, here is some additional information:

The glass in TAB serves as a reflection or mirror between Series three and Series Four, which is why the Series MIRROR each other, as in literally mirror. 

EDIT TO ADD: @tjlcisthenewsexy pointed out the awesome phrasing that Molly gives us in HLV during Sherlock’s MP fall after being shot. She wonders if he should go forwards or backwards. This moment could easily be considered a second zero null vector because it is at this point Sherlock decides to start going backwards-towards TRF. Didn’t it seem odd how quickly he forgave Mary and how quickly The Watson’s marriage was back on track? That’s because he started rewinding the state of their relationship to the beginning of that episode!!!

(Interesting Side Note about Peppers Ghost, the parlor trick used in TAB. (Taken from Wikipedia)

The basic trick involves a stage that is specially arranged into two rooms, one that people can see into or the stage as a whole, and a second that is hidden to the side, the “blue room”. A plate of glass (or Plexiglas or plastic film) is placed somewhere in the main room at an angle that reflects the view of the blue room towards the audience. Generally this is arranged with the blue room to one side of the stage, and the plate on the stage rotated around its vertical axis at 45 degrees.[2] Care must be taken to make the glass as invisible as possible, normally hiding the lower edge in patterning on the floor and ensuring lights do not reflect off it.

When the lights are bright in the main room and dark in the blue room, the reflected image cannot be seen. When the lighting in the blue room is increased, often with the main room lights dimming to make the effect more pronounced, the reflection becomes visible and the objects within the blue room seem to appear in thin air. A common variation uses two blue rooms, one behind the glass and one to the side, which can be switched visible or invisible by alternating the lighting. (x)

This would explain Blue light hell @skulls-and-tea!! Every time we see a blue light, what we are witnessing is a reflection of something else from the series!)


So, the three episodes of each series literally reflect each other like this:

So the episode breakdown would look like this:

Do you see how the series are literal reflections of each other? There is of course still parallels to each of the episodes outside of this flow chart (like illusions to Sumatra in TEH and TST), but that can be accounted for by the fact that time isn’t actually linear. While these series reflect eachother as a basic method of understanding, the space of each episode still exists all in one time, so there will still be homages to “other” space-times.

The reflection of the two series explains why The Six thatchers is so similar to His Last Vow, with the guns and the slo-mo gunshot and Mary’s secret assassin storyline and would help a lot of us EMPers who are so attached to HLV being the beginning of EMP realize why we thought this so vehemently after TST. TLD and TSoT are connected by their emotional focus and their progression of John and Sherlock’s relationship. They are also linked by the only two JohnLock hugs in existence. TEH and TFP are very similar in the countdown/bomb motifs, bond-esque baddie plots, A focus on Mycroft and Sherlock’s relationship, and the inclusion of The Holmes parents. 

Now, if you notice, Series Three and Four also has A LOT of parallels to Series Two, but they don’t work as a mirror! Series 3 & 4 are not a reflection of Series 2, but a reproduction of it! If Sherlock is working is way through how to defeat Moriarty at point zero, then he will need to work through all the steps (Absolute Past) that led him to that point- (i.e Series 1 and more specifically, Series 2). So the entirety of Series 3 & 4 is a retelling of Series 2, folded in on itself. Why? Because TIME IS NOT LINEAR! For the visual learners (that’s me) this explanation would look something like this:

Its a circle, folded in on itself. Its literally the space-time continuum come to life!! If we want to break it down episode by episode I made table for that! (I’m really getting a lot of use out of Word today)

This is just a short list off the top of my head, so Im sure there is more- feel free to add on! Like John being kidnapped ASiB, TEH, and TFP!  

As I stated before, there will definitely be parallels within every episode to every other episode because time has folded and twisted in on itself in Sherlock’s mind. Its all existing at once. So the parallels in ASiB to TST or in TRF to TFP, are purposeful and a reminder that time is not linear. 

I hope these charts helped explain the theory a little more!

Tagging some people that I think might enjoy it based on their comments on the first part!

@ebaeschnbliah @isitandwonder @longsnowsmoon5 @loveismyrevolution 

❝ Do you really love him? ❞

Plot: You’re dating BamBam but he starts to become possessive. You break up with him and after several years you two meet again, but you’re in love with Yoongi. 

Pairing: Bambam x Reader - Yoongi x Reader

Words count: 3,2k+

Genre: Angst

For @ kim-hye-bul, I hope you like it cutie! - M. 

Gif aren’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

“Do you want to be my girlfriend??”  

That phrase echoed into your head, making you just shiver. It was only seven months after that sentence, by one of the happiest and most loving moments of all time, but not everything had gone as you expected.  

Kunpimook had been the most unbridled suitor. He had spent almost four months flirting with you, for to have a yes. He knew the reasons for your behavior, after your last relationship your confidence in the male gender had fallen drastically.  

But he had not paid much attention to that and you saw it into his eyes. As he looked at you and just wanted you to be happy, that you were genuinely quiet with everything around you.  Yet he had not renounced. Messages, moments spent together because of the work that joined you, chats that lasted even hours.  

You were able to see that sweetness and insecurity that he hid behind many of his attitudes and maybe it was just that to make you, after four months, say yes.  

Your first date had been as simple as it was quiet. Not being able to really get out, due to the possibility of being seen by his fans, you had simply built a pillow fort on the roof of your house and you two had spent the evening watching the stars, eating pizza and talking about anything.  

You were happy.  

His first “I Love You” had arrived unexpectedly, for both of us. His shocked gaze when that confession had accidentally escaped from his mouth had made you realize that he had to feel those feelings for a while, but maybe he was too scared to get you out if he told you.  

Maybe it was the time when everything had changed.  

You watched your reflection in the mirror, the dark circles to remind you that they were days you couldn’t sleep well. The work was tiring, but it was the only way to be able to somehow escape his constant oppression.  

Touching the reflective surface, your fingers almost trembled at the feeling of cold glass against the warmth of your fingertips, you started asking yourself if all that suffering was worth the game that has been going on for more than two months.  

Your love for that boy so sweet and kind was worth the suffering that ate you alive? That suffering that he himself was giving you, consciously or unless it was?  

“Where are you going?”  

His voice caught you by surprise and your thoughts deviated totally, while a slight shiver crossed your back remembering you that your answer would not have liked.  

“It’s for work, Bam.. I have to attend an evening as a host. ”  

“Who will be there?”  

“My colleague will be Seventeen’s Seungcheol-ssi, you know him, right?”  

You couldn’t let the flicker fade out of your voice and he noticed, arched an eyebrow and stroked his lower lip with grace. You were conscious of what was happening into his mind, the script was always the same for weeks now. You couldn’t blame him, though, you blamed his insecurities that he’s kept hiding.  

Sighing you turned back towards the mirror, giving him your shoulders, beginning to smear a veil of foundation on your skin too clear. You did not like your skin or rather it disturbed you to be so pale, but you had an acceptance of yourself that many of your colleagues envied you.  

You were conscious of being a beautiful girl and you knew it was one of the things that had struck your boyfriend from the first moment. Maybe even that beauty was a bit of a cause of his behavior, you couldn’t really understand.  

The brush touched your skin lightly while his eyes almost pierced your shoulders, letting your stomach closing in a violent grip leaving you for a few moments breathless.  The countdown in your mind had already begun, but unexpectedly his anger arrived sooner than expected.  

“You’re not going anywhere.”  

“Kunpimook, it’s work,” you murmured and for the first time your tone was annoyed, which he did not delay to notice; “My work is as important as yours. You should start to give up a little bit. ”  

“Excuse me??”  

Sighing you put the brush on the table in front of you, facing towards him and immediately looking for his eyes. They were slightly wide open, a veil of disbelief to “color them” and the redness on his cheeks indicated that the level of anger was rapidly increasing. But this time you wouldn’t let him win on you.  

That was no longer a healthy relationship and that situation had to end.  

“I said you have to give up the grip, Kunpimook. You have become incredibly possessive and above all oppressive. ”  

“I hope you’re joking, Y/N.” He spat with annoyance, watching you from head to toe making a step towards you; “You are mine, you should know this.”  

“I am your girlfriend, not an object you own. The concept is different. ”  

“It doesn’t seem to me.”  

The tired smile that was painted on your lips was the last stage of the resignation. You knew that story was no longer your story, but just the obsession with that kid for you.  

You didn’t feel happier, not like the first few months, you felt trapped and almost suffocated under the weight of his accusing gazes, his caresses too rough and his kisses full of mixed feelings. He wanted to have total control over you and you were no longer willing to let.  

In silence, you turned and began to collect all your objects. The toothbrush, the brush, the creams, the little bag with your makeup products. There seemed to be little things in your arms, while without lending him the slightest attention you crossed him and entered the room that you two shared. It was your house but in that room, you shared everything with him, so that you started to consider it yours instead of your own.  

Your eyes pinched, but you wouldn’t let even a tear will run on your cheeks. At the bottom of the heart, you knew that he wasn’t so; he wasn’t a possessive boy. He was only young, naïve and perhaps in love for the first time. So you couldn’t really blame him and you kept repeating that little tantrum, just in your mind, starting to fill your suitcase.  

His shocked gaze followed every movement of yours, taken totally by surprise by what you were doing. You were also surprised by your own courage, but Seoul because of him had begun to oppress you. You had to get away from that house, away from that town, away from him.  

“What.. What are you doing? ”  

“I go away Bam..” You tried to say, ignoring the lump in your throat that almost choked you; “I’m going away for a while because I can’t stand it anymore.”  

“Y/N.. You’re mine, how can you think about going away? ”  

His sentence was the drop that made the vase overflow. All the anger, the frustration, the disappointment accumulated in those two months began to seethe within you and nothing was able to restrain you, no longer.  

“Yours? Yours?” The anger in your voice was almost a moral slap for him since you noticed him making some step back surprised; “I’m not your property, Bam. I’ve never been yours, that’s what you don’t understand. You can no longer distinguish that subtle line separating love from obsession. ”  

While your voice went higher with every word, you kept putting your clothes in the suitcase, making it back and forth from the closet so as to escape from that house soon.  

“I’m not an object, you can’t do that. I’m a person and I want to be treated as such. You realize how.. How did you treat me in these weeks? How did you talk to me? How did you control me? ” You asked, totally drained of all energy, stopping with your hands on the soft fabric of the suitcase and face towards him; “Have you ever stopped yourself for a second to look at how you’re reducing me? It’s not me as a person anymore, it’s like I’m just a shadow that’s forced to be hidden behind yours. It’s not life, it’s not a relationship. ”  

“Y/N, we’re wel–”  

“We’re not well Bam. You’re not well, you literally lost the sense of yourself and what we were at the beginning. This isn’t love, you don’t love me if you do this and I.. I don’t want this. I want someone to love me and stay close to me, not someone who just wants to control my life. I’m sorry. ”  

The sound of your phone was the thing that broke the silence created between you in those few minutes. He lowered his gaze, clenched his fists along his hips and without worthy of a single gaze he turned and stepped out of your room.  

You hear very well the slamming of the door and finally the wall that divided you from crying desperately collapsed. Your knees touched the floor after one second, you leaned your forehead against the edge of the bed and let the tears do their job. They had to simply wash away the pain that your heart was carrying within it for too long.  

Basically, tears take everything away, right?  

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Countdown To You | Pt. 6

Originally posted by ciutae

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Member: Park Jimin

Words: 3.1k

Your soulmate clock is actually a countdown of how long your soulmate has left to live and holy shit you have to find your soulmate soon because your clock says you have three months left.” (source.)

A/N: i somehow feel like i’m getting nowhere with this fic but at the same time i also feel like we’re getting closer towards the real story you know what i mean ;; anyways SURPRISE YALL :’)) another update!!! enjoy the reading :’)

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4  | Pt. 5


As you stepped into the huge, empty amusement park, you came to the conclusion that Park Jimin was definitely a man of his words.

How- The park is empty…” you muttered as your eyes were wandering through all the empty rides and closed stalls, not even noticing that the man next to you was smiling at your shocked face. It was mid-winter, so you did not expect the amusement park to be full of excited people, but you expected at least some other people to be here. You turned your head towards your soulmate, hiding half of your face behind your red, fluffy scarf – eying him with one raised brow. “Can you at least explain to me why there is no other form of human life here?”

The only answer Jimin gave you was a soft snicker, shaking his head amusingly as he took your hand in the process. You jolted up at the simple touch, the mark on your right wrist doing its job again as you stared at Jimin with wide eyes. You did not know why, but you suddenly felt a sparkle of hope inside of you – and you did not know what kind of hope it exactly was, but you certainly knew that it felt great.

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the merciless flaw | one

pairing: sehun x reader
genre: soulmate!au, fluff, series
summary: the clock counts down the years, days and hours left until your being will be smudged from existence. not wiped, but smudged, because you will be remembered by your saviour; your soulmate

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

10 years 38 days 16 hours

Personally, you hated it. The clock never matched your taste, some might call it pretentious because what was the point in glorifying the clock counting to your possible death by having it look easy on the eyes? 

You remembered the day you realised it was there, how old were you? Five? Maybe six? Rolling your eyes at yourself, you realised it didn’t matter, you had dismissed it the second your eyes spotted the hideous clock pressed against under the skin over your wrist; you were just glad it didn’t protrude, it would have only made you want to cut into your skin to pull it out. Would that even work? You were sure you heard someone speak about it. About how a girl tried carving it out once her clock reached two days and still had no hopes of meeting her soulmate, apparently the knife didn’t even scratch the skin. You scoffed into the classroom’s air that was filled with hushed chatter, only to earn a dirty glance from the ever so studious Namjoon who was next to you. 

With a roll of your eyes you looked at the clock on the wall, it distinctly stood out from the wall that was painted a strange hue of green, it increased productivity according to your teacher. Another scoff made its way to your lips but never escaped, this time you were aware of the irritable boy next to you. How could anyone be productive in such a mundane room, with such a monotone teacher…well anyone except Namjoon that was. Your eyes flicked over to the boy, his long torso leaned over the desk as if to hide his intricate notes from you but it was useless, you weren’t paying attention nor would you be able to read his small, cursive handwriting. 

You subtly watched as his hand moved quickly, flicking up and down with each curve of the letters he was so adamant on writing. The tendons under his wrist pushed out, creating distance between his clock and his skin. You didn’t mean to pry but you couldn’t help but stare, what time was his clock at? Was it soon or no-

The curiosity burning inside you came to a pause as you felt slight warmth emit from the clock. The numbers changed.

10 years 38 days 15 hours

An exasperated sigh left you. You felt as if you were going to die in this classroom.


“I’m just glad I have a lot of time left, there is no time in my life right now to worry about if I’ll be able to live or not,” Wendy spoke all at once. The way she was fumbling around, throwing everything around sure proved she did not have time to worry about a soulmate. 

“But aren’t you scared? Your whole life, your whole existence depends on one person. If you don’t find that person then no one remembers you, no one except the person who refused to find you,” you replied calmly, hoping she would stop her erratic movements to listen to you. Spinning on her heel she turned to face you, “Come on, Y/N. There’s no point in depending on someone you haven’t even seen, besides everybody knows your clock could start up again if they leave you so either way your whole existence, or whatever else you wanna call it, will be gone,” your friend in a tone telling you she was probably tired of the tedious, trivial topic you always seemed to end up on. Her dark chocolate eyes flickered around before landing on the phone she firmly believed she lost.

Quickly leaning down she snatched it into her hands and unlocked it. “Just live your life as best as you can, trust can be a one way road and it takes more than just fate to make a relationship work,” she softly muttered as she typed away on her phone. 

Her words resounded within you. You knew she was right, she was always right. Yet the panic and uncertainty stayed in your heart, latching itself onto every glimmer of hope you had. Time didn’t stop for anything, not for the living or the dead and you felt like it was running out.

6 years 15 days 23 hours


The speed at which you were walking should have been an indication that you were, without a doubt, going to bump into somebody. Of course you were when you were walking on such a busy street, you would question where all these people came from but you were in a rush.

Loud chatter around you seemed almost deafening, high pitched laughter rang in your ears, birds chirped as they flew high above the clustered crowd, bodies pushed past you causing your small frame to stumble, the humidity making you feel like you were suffocating, your heart felt heavy within your chest as it hammered against your ribs, your head started swimming in the thick air as droplets of perspiration trickled down your face, you weren’t sure how your feet were still moving, another bump from a stranger pushed you to the side and suddenly there was silence.

No children running past you, no burly men forcing you into another stranger, no heat, no nothing. Except you and him, in a white expanse of nothingness. His identity masked by the bright light illuminating him from behind. You squinted, hoping it would help you make out features yet only his tall, broad figure remained. 

“Who are you?” his deep voice broke the unnerving silence. It echoed through the emptiness. Though you had never heard his voice before it bought you peace, it bought you comfort in such a peculiar way. Your silence only made him press further into the matter, “I can’t see your face, so who are you?”

Your eyebrows furrowed at his statement, was he seeing you the way you were seeing him? 

“I’m Y/N”

The unknown man gasped as a soft golden glow emitted from him before the glow seemed to ooze to the ground and spread around where he stood. You heard him whisper to himself in shock, you weren’t sure what had happened, not when looking at his figure forced you to look away due to the light.

“I’m Sehun…I think you’re my soulmate.”

You instantly felt a pulse within you, it felt as if your heart was being pulled out of your chest yet the sensation wasn’t painful. Your limbs felt lighter as a glow, similar to Sehun’s pushed itself out of your skin to float around you for a few moments before it dropped to the ground. It reached the ground and spread out, just enough to blend with the glow from Sehun. A bright white light flashed in front of you and you squeezed your eyes shut. 

Your eyes snapped open. With a deep inhale of the chilly air around you, you sat up. Fate’s dream it was called. Once your clock reached a certain time you would have a suffocating dream only to find peace once you reached your soulmate, it was how you learned who to find. How you learned who would save you from the suffocating countdown and give you peace.

Sehun, it was Sehun who was going to bring peace to you.

3 years 2 days 10 hours


300 days 20 hours

Happy 18th birthday his voice spoke in your mind. It was a simple gesture, but from Sehun it felt like a world’s worth more than just a gesture. Turning around in the bed, you pulled the covers over you in shyness. 

Thank you you thought back. Ever since the dream you had three years ago, occasionally you would hear Sehun’s thoughts and he would hear yours; it aided you in gaining basic knowledge of the man you would spend your life with. Never once had you had to think hard to remember everything you had learnt.

Name: Oh, Sehun
Age: 20
D.O.B: 12th April, 1994
Occupation: Model
Pets: Vivi - Bichon Frise

You didn’t mind that Sehun was older than you, besides a two year difference wasn’t much. You liked it actually, it made you believe he had more experience in life so would know how to treat you. No, that wasn’t an assumption, you knew he would treat you right due to the sudden arbitrary thoughts you’d hear. I can’t wait to be with you forever was the one that held most significance, how it filled your stomach with butterflies and erupted you into a fit of giggles. Not to forget his immediate retraction of the thought out of bashfulness, how someone could be so sweet was beyond you.

With only 300 days left, your heart ached to find him and save the man you knew you would love.


In.
Out.
In.
Out.

Who knew this would happen to you? Who knew you would still be watching the disconcerting clock count down, from the years it displayed to the mere 32 days it showed you now, how could this happen even when you knew who your soulmate was?

Despite your efforts to fill your lungs with air it didn’t work, it felt no matter how much you inhaled it grew shy of wanting to fulfill the task of keeping you alive. The irking feeling of being watched wasn’t doing your weak body any favours. Keeping your head low you hoped the strange pull on your frame would diminish along with the sensitivity you now had on the way your blood hurriedly pumped around you, how your hands seemed to swell and pulse with each pump. 

The overload of information for your senses was driving you to breaking point yet the quick pace of your feet hitting the ground didn’t slow down. Gulping down your nervousness you turned the corner only to harshly bump shoulders with a man.

The impact of the collision pushed you off the pavement and onto the fortunately empty road. The strange man let out a yelp as his large hands pulled on the tops of your arms to pull into his body almost instantly, your nose hitting chest with the sudden movement. Immediately you looked at him, craning your neck back you looked at him with an irritable expression, why was he still holding you? You were going to give him a piece of your mind for sure.

“I don-” your speech cut off as your eyes locked with deep brown eyes framed by equally dark, striking eyebrows. 

“Y/N? It’s me, Sehun.”

Top 5 Donald Glover Performances In Derrick Comedy

Donald Glover is a Renaissance Man.

The actor/writer/music artist has had a stellar personal season with the success of Atlanta and his latest album Awaken, My Love.

But I remember noticing Glover’s talent before he became Earn, Troy, or Childish. Back in the saloon days of YouTube, Derrick Comedy—a New York based trio featuring Glover, Domminick Dierkes, D.C. Pierson—were making my friends and I laugh heartily in our dorm rooms. And with each sketch, Glover was also making his presence known.

So I went on YouTube this week, and started listing my favorite Donald Glover performances in Derrick Comedy.

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1.Don’t Jerk Off To This

It’s subtle, well the jokes are. The set up is anything but that, as it takes a herculean effort for three friends not masturbate to a bowl of fruit. It’s the don’t press that red button scenario except with fruit and genitals.

Right.

Normally I would have given an honorable mention to this sketch in place of Girls Are Not To Be Trusted, but it’s Glover’s dialogue to his friend Thomas as he catches him going for the bowl of fruit.

As his friends sneaks his way to the coveted bowl, there is Glover’s character, drink in hand, waiting in the dark for his pawn like some expectant predator in a psychological thriller, delivering a dialogue that would seem diabolical if not capped off with “…bring it to me so that I can jerk off to it.”

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anonymous asked:

that video was so good! and so insightful! i feel like we could really take a lot on how they behave outside the cameras in certain situations. and it was so enjoyable and tense, probably one of my all time favourite videos (i can't believe i'm saying this after being so unhappy with the last videos). what did you think? any particular thoughts? i'd love to hear your opinion

yesssss. i loved this video so, so much. it was so consistently funny and so sweet in places and so refreshing to see them actually letting themselves occupy the more natural space of supporting each other and working together to complete a game as opposed to competing (which i’m sure they do as well from time to time, but whether it’s because they prefer collaborating or because they sense the audience presence more when they’re competing, the dan vs. phil videos always feel a bit more exaggerated to me, almost as though the urge to “perform” gets kicked up a notch.) there’s just absolutely no way i’m going to be able to write about every single moment that i loved in this video so instead i will attempt to just describe my biggest takeaways from it, because i really do feel the video gave us a good bit to think about in terms of the way that dnp approach problems and, most interestingly, the way that they approach problems together and deal with stress.

probably the most interesting thing to me was the discussion of phil and his ability (or lack thereof) to handle stressful and/or delicate situations. the notion that he cracks under pressure and is also very clumsy and therefore would somehow mess up regardless of which role he was playing (manual reader or actual bomb defuser) was something that both he and dan kept repeating in the start of the video. that’s interesting to me bc it means it’s something they both perceive phil as doing/being, and to me it felt like an authentic viewpoint from both of them rather than something that they were just saying for the bants. and yet, in my opinion, as the video progressed, phil was actually quite calm and orderly in his thinking, apart from a couple of moments where he got a bit flustered. i thought it was especially evident in the last round. there were double the modules and it was actually the most stressful one they did, but instead of spending any time freaking out about how complicated it looked or trying to be entertaining, phil immediately analyzed the bomb, summed up the modules they were dealing with and basically suggested they tackle it by type (wires first, then buttons, and so on.) in essence, he took control of the situation and guided both himself and dan through the most effective strategy to beat it. this reminded me a lot of the moment in the last impossible quiz video from 8:40-8:50, that i wrote about in this post, where dan is screaming about the fact they had to start over and phil waits for dan to calm down a bit, gently tries to reassure him through touch and words, and then pragmatically reiterates the strategy they should use the next time through the quiz to avoid losing. i’m not denying that there are moments of stress that may cause phil to panic or “crack,” as he put it, but if they exist, they’re definitely not in the form of these types of high-pressure games. there have been a fair number of these sorts of examples where we see that he keeps relatively calm and he finds it more important to temper dan’s moods (in that impossible quiz moment dan is screaming and like honestly possibly on the verge of a breakdown, whether real or staged. in this video dan’s a lot chiller but still had moments where he dealt w the pressure, especially of the countdown, by screaming or yelling, to which phil almost always responded by laughing, calmly reiterating what he was saying, or reminding him to focus.)

to be fair, dan was quite methodical in his thinking throughout most of the video as well, especially in the role of the manual reader. he kept a v level head for most of it. i thought one of the most interesting and noteworthy things from his end was the clear pride that he demonstrated both in phil and in the way they’re able to work together so well. the first time this stood out to me was after phil’s first go at reading the manual. dan completely turns in his seat to look at phil full on and tell him that he basically rescinds his criticisms/doubts from before and that he (phil) did a great job. it’s such a moment of genuine warmth between them, possibly not even meant to be included in the final cut of the video, where dan feels the need to point out to phil that both of them expected he would be bad at this but that, look, he’s smart and good and capable and did so, so well!! phil, for his part, looks genuinely thrilled at hearing that from dan. and then of course there’s the moment at the end that so many ppl have giffed and mentioned. dan doesn’t let them end the video without pointing out that much of the audience probably expected a lot of chaos and silliness from them when they tackled a more mentally challenging game like this, but that they defied those expectations because, hey, they are actually smart and also, too important for him to omit in that moment, they have a psychic connection. their success isn’t just a result of their individual cleverness or nerdy upbringings, but equally a result of the way in which they are so good at communicating and collaborating to tackle a problem together.

to that end, this game is fascinating in the way that it forces each person in the duo to limit their capacity, and completely trust their partner to compensate for it. if i’d had time to think about that before the video was underway i would’ve fully expected both of them, but dan especially, to maybe have issues with it. i would’ve expected dan to crack in frustration at not understanding what phil meant at first when describing a symbol and to then give up and turn to check the screen himself. i would’ve expected phil to maybe get annoyed at dan’s slow/methodical questioning and at the very least express frustration that he couldn’t read the manual himself. but instead they just completely trusted and leaned into each other (both figuratively and literally lol—i loved the bit when dan was like ‘they look like two k’s back to back’ and then literally leaned on phil to demonstrate).  there was very little impatience between them (apart from some playful teasing) or criticism of the way they were doing their respective jobs. they just totally relied upon each other to take on their own set of responsibilities and communicated/listened to each other so well. even though overall i don’t think it was like the best demonstration of their so-called psychic connection that we’ve ever seen, it was perhaps one of the best examples of that connection being tested under pressure. under those circumstances it was lovely to see them go back to the basics of a strong partnership: solid communication and listening skills. i mean, we didn’t really need confirmation that they have those and that they comprise the foundation of their whole relationship, but it was lovely to see it play out this way.

the last thing i want to point out is that even when they’re facing stress and pressure their default is to try and bring out the humor in the situation and make each other laugh. i talk about this so much with them but like, idrc, bc to me it’s one of the best things about the way they interact and work with each other. they both find each other so endearing and hilarious and i was so happy about the number of times they’d make each other giggle and tease each other and wind each other up even in a scenario that was meant to be stressful. i just feel like it’s def representative of how they dilute actual stressful or anxiety-inducing situations in real life and act as each other’s safety nets/security blankets.

other great bits: 

  • dan’s haru shirt. he’s so proud of it. phil definitely loves it too and loved pointing out that it’s ‘so inappropriate.’ he was barely containing a smile. bless. also phil looks amazing in black i’m going to faint. 
  • dan bringing that bit of irl backstory with the lil detail about how they like to do puzzle rooms for birthdays. i know for the most dedicated of us viewers that’s a known thing bc they’ve talked about it in live shows frequently but it was lovely to see dan mention in it in front of the 2.6M+ dapg audience who probs do not know that, and acknowledge in such a casual way that he and phil share this tradition (just another way to show that they really do share a life outside of what they show on the gaming channel)
  • them taking a second to comment and weird out a bit about how different they look when they switch sides. it really was disorienting for a second. 
  • it was immediately obvious to me that dan was stalling on purpose at the very end when he took so much time w that last set of symbols. but in the moment i assumed he was doing it to wind US up and make the video more dramatic. it was so funny to see that he was in actuality trying to wind phil up (though i’m almost certain phil must’ve assumed dan was stalling on purpose too which is why he immediately shoves dan and scolds him for being so slow).

maybe bc of all of this lovely teamwork and warmth between them, i mostly found this video a joy to watch and not in the least stressful or nerve-racking. it’s definitely one of my fav dapg videos ever and i really, really hope we get to see them do it again with even harder levels. their depth of knowledge of each other and trust in each other is just so amazing to watch and i love that they know that this is what this game is about and they not only want to share it with us but are also pretty openly celebrating it themselves :’) 

(keep talking and nobody explodes)

WE: An honest  WIP review (that probably says more about me than the book)

As a natural cynic, “coper” and self-help avoider, my first perusal of WE was less than satisfying. Dipping in and out I saw words like “miracle” and “sacred vessel” that made me want to run screaming back to my comfort zone. Skimming the surface, I couldn’t see the feminist fighting spirit I’d hoped for and I seriously considered pretending I’d never received a reading copy, enjoying the events I had committed to attend, and then shoving it to the back of my bookshelf. And then I landed on the page that summarises the book’s nine principles. Acceptance… Kindness… Humility… principles that I had definitely not embraced as I approached writing this review.

I began reading this book not as someone hoping to transform their life, but as a pessimistic publishing professional with an interest in Gillian Anderson who figured they’d give it a go. And so, I had not really read it. I’d perused it through the trappings of my ego and expectations, and as early reviews began to trickle in I began to suspect that in doing so, I had entirely missed the point.

So I started again. 

I forced myself into the unnatural position of someone who might gravitate naturally to this type of book, left my preconceptions at the title page and tried to read with an open mind. And what I found, once I pushed myself past the occasional word that set off my “woo-woo” alarm, was rather more interesting, impactful, and considerably more inconvenient than what I’d expected.

I would like to add a caveat before I get into my thoughts, addressing the elephant in the subtitle… because this is not a manifesto, or at least not in the sense one would expect as a regular reader of modern feminist publications. In fact, the final section explains as much. If you go into this expecting a feminist rallying cry, you will likely walk away disappointed and that would be a shame. What this book is, is a call to women to take care of themselves, support one another, and some good advice on how to go about doing that. While self-care is an inherently political act, reading WE through the lens of politics is setting it up to fail.

Read it instead as you, the you that exists for those precious few moments in a day (if you’re lucky) when the world is shut out, the makeup is off and there’s a moment for reflection. Read all the words, even the ones that make you cringe a little, because they come from a positive place. Under all the motivating quotes, the structure of a “guide” and the language of self-help is a very simple intention; a couple of women, average in some ways and exceptional in others, who have survived their lives so far and then taken the time to think through and write down how they’ve stayed afloat in order to pass it on.

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A Guide To Find Your Soulmate

Member: Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 845 (drabble length)

Synopsis:  To find your soulmate—at least my way—is very simple. To start, you need a Sharpie and any part of your body you can write on. Great! Now, that you have that, we may begin with the first step. Step One: write something random on your arm. Step Two: fall asleep on your desk surrounded by all the schoolwork you didn’t finish. Step Three: wake up still exhausted but then freak out over the response to what you’ve written on your arm.

(inspired by: this :))

A/N: :DDDD i need to finish my homework :’DDDD enjoy~

Originally posted by whyparkjimin

Love. It’s a really complicated and mind-boggling concept to comprehend by itself. Adding in soulmates makes everything much more cumbersome as love and soulmates must come together and form into what we all define as a relationship. But, for now, we will just learn the basics of love, as it is going to be the foundation of a relationship with your soulmate.

Love is a noun, defined as so: an intense feeling of deep affection. You got that? Great. Next step is to completely disregard that definition and fill it with what you believe is the true definition of love.

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Sleepless Nights

For Carry On Countdown -Fifth Year

Written from Baz’s pov, basically just pining oops

This is getting ridiculous. It’s 3am. In the past four nights I’ve had less than twenty hours sleep combined. I close my eyes for the millionth time, knowing full well that they’ll have opened again within the the next minute.

It’s not like I’m trying not to sleep -quite the opposite. I just can’t stop thinking. My brain won’t shut up. I’ve been having trouble sleeping for the past few months, but it’s never got this bad before. I’ve tried everything. I’ve tried going for walks once Simon’s fallen asleep, but that only makes me think more and I end up wandering across the whole site, aimlessly, for hours on end and come back no less weary but a hell of a lot colder. I’ve tried listening to classical music through earbuds. I’ve even managed to blag some chamomile tea from the kitchen, but it didn’t help. It just tastes faintly like piss.

Simon rolls over in his sleep and I let out a sigh. How can he sleep so easily? How can he do everything so easily? His whole life is just one big long walk in the park. He doesn’t agonise over homework, he’s in a happy relationship, he hardly even does a thing between getting out of bed and going down to breakfast -just brushes a hand through his hair and he’s good to go.

I’d brush my hand through his hair.

Wait. What. No. It’s 3am. I’m knackered. I don’t know where that came from. I roll over, blushing despite the fact that no one could know I’d thought that. I’m now facing the window. It’s open, of course, and I realise suddenly that I’m absolutely freezing. Bloody Snow and his stupid.. stupid… argh. I don’t even know what I’m trying to think. I get up to close it, a little too quickly, and stumble slightly on my way across. It takes two attempts for it to actually shut, the rotten wood swollen bigger than its frame. I am forceful the second time round, and it slams loudly, the metal catch rattling against the glass. Snow stirs and I worry that I have woken him, before I realise that I don’t actually care. Why shouldn’t he wake up? He left it open to begin with. Stupid. And that stupid hair.

I lay on my back for a while and think about nothing. Well, I probably was thinking about something, but it wasn’t significant. I trace patterns on the sheet instead, my finger joining up creases like those dot-to-dot things I remember doing as a child. Like little constellations, I think. Like Simon’s freckles. The ones on his back are spread out enough to do an actual dot-to-dot. Spread out enough to be actual constellations.

What the fuck? I’m thinking about Simon’s moles. That’s like, the third time I’ve thought about him tonight. Then I try and remember, and I decide it’s probably actually more than three times… Does this count? Does thinking about thinking about Simon count as thinking about Simon? I laugh suddenly and unexpectedly, a sort of choke, and bury my face in my duvet so as not to wake Simon. There we go again, I think. Of course Snow doesn’t wake. He never does. Never has. All these five years of me banging around doing whatever I’ve been doing and he just snuffles through it, only turning occasionally, or flickering his eyelids.

I almost wish he would wake up. Dev tells me about how when he stays with his cousins they don’t really talk much, but they all share a room at night. He says once it passes about 2am, different rules apply. They talk about everything, he says, stuff you would never dream of telling anyone when you’re fully awake. I’ve never had a sleepover that wasn’t with him or Niall, and we did have deep conversations but I don’t think that really counts because we’re already close. I don’t need to be half asleep to talk to him. But then I start thinking. Do I? Do I tell him stuff? Real stuff? I complain about how fucked up my family is and what Snow’s up to, and, sure, when we have sleepovers we talk about stuff. Girls. We’ve talked about girls. Is that what he means? Girls? Because that’s where my problem lies. I’ve spoken to Dev about girls. Girls. Not about boys.

Would I talk to Simon about boys? If we were both tired and we reached the magical 2am and forgot our feuds, would I talk to him? It’s hard to imagine. The forgetting feuds part. I look at him. His head is laying in a pool of moonlight on his pillow and he looks like a hand tailored mannequin. Nobody is this flawless naturally: his skin looks like pearl, his hair like silk, and his features ethereal. ‘Snow.’ It’s suits him, as a name. Fun and childish and exciting, but also.. stunningly beautiful.

What the fuck, Baz. Shut up. Simon Snow isn’t fucking beautiful.

But he is. You can say that. It’s fine to be able to appreciate beauty. Dev is quite good looking.

Now you’re being stupid. Dev is not good looking.

No, Dev is good looking. He’s just not Simon Snow.

“Mmh.”
My knuckles whiten as my grip on the duvet tightens. I loosen them. It’s just Snow. He’s still sleeping. Fucker.

There is silence again. I imagine shaking him awake. How is it fair that he is so asleep and I am so not? I need it more than him; he doesn’t have to worry about how well he does in lessons because he’s not battling for top against that stupid Bunce friend of his. I imagine shaking him awake and pinning him against the wall. I’m shouting at him, I don’t know what but I’m shouting something. I’m angry and I’m I’m holding Simon Snow against a wall and shouting at him and my spit is flying into his face. I’m furious and he’s not doing anything to stop me. He’s just hanging there limply and letting me do what I’m doing. He’s in my hands. I have control.

And then I stop. I look at his face, scrunched up, little flecks my my saliva mingled with freckles.

I brush them from his cheek with my thumb.

He’s staring at me. His eyes are the most penetrative ice blue I’ve ever seen. I’m staring into his eyes and I’m shivering and my thumb is still on his cheek. And suddenly his eyes are closing. His eyes are closing and his head is tilting and it’s moving towards me. Simon Snow is… going to kiss me?

“M-Bazz..” I jolt my eyes open. Simon fucking Snow is laying in his bed, as asleep as he’s ever been. I glower at him. He murmurs my name again and I nearly throw the lamp at his head.

All. I. Want. Is. To. Go. To. Sleep. You. Stupid. Fucking. Dick.

I roll over determinedly. When I close my eyes again Simon Snow does not have time to kiss me because I am banging his head against the wall. Those stupid fucking eyes flash at me. They look hurt.

Good, I think. And I throw the lamp.

Avoid - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Originally posted by wintersouljaa

Words: 963
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Featuring: Tony Stark, Clint Barton
Warnings: swearing
Requested by anon
Hello ^^ I really love your writing! I was wondering if I could request a Pietro x Male Reader where he is kinda shy and nerdy and begins to avoid Pietro because he thinks its wrong to like him? Thank you! <33
Authors Note: I made it gender neutral (like I try to do with all of my works) so I hope thats okay! I kinda like how this turned out :)

Masterlist.


“Hey, (Y/N)!” Pietro smiled when he walked into the common room, where you were camping the GameStop site to preorder a new game.

“Oh, h-hey Pietro…” You said quietly.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing.” You nervously smiled as you turned your computer away from him. You tried your hardest not to look at him…you really didn’t want to blush, or not be able to look away from him.

“What are you looking at?” Pietro moved closer to where you were seated on the couch, trying to peer at what was on your computer.

“Oh…you know, just looking over some reports for Tony…” You lied.

“Oh, that sounds boring. Do you want to go do something? I’m thinking, Paris.” Pietro smiled as he moved his hands outward like the city name would pop up between his hands.

“Wow, that sounds like fun.” You said, trying not to embarrass yourself.

“Doesn’t it?” He smiled. “Wanna join me?”

You looked at your computer to see the countdown get closer to zero. “Looks like, Steve, needs my help.” You stuttered out.

“I thought you were helping Tony?” Pietro had a confused tone.

“Yep, bye!” You grabbed your computer and ran out of the common room to hide away, leaving Pietro sitting there, confused and a bit upset.

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First New Years Kiss- Solangelo Drabble

I’m kind of late but I really wanted to write a cute and short Solangelo drabble of their First New Years Kiss so here it is! Happy New Year! (@bailci I saw a post of yours saying where are the solangelo new years kiss pics so I thought why not tag you in it?)

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Nico sat on the ground, snuggled up against Will. Nico lightly pressed the back of his head into Will’s chest and Will wrapped an arm around Nico. Nico tried to focus on the water on the lake, shimmering in the moonlight or the warmness he felt being pressed up to Will but he couldn’t calm his nerves. It had been years since the battle with Gaea and Nico and Will had finally (according to Jason, Piper, and basically everyone else at camp) gotten together. The past months together were blissful. After loving each other for years as friends, finally transitioning into a romantic relationship was amazing, considering the fact that they had been crushing on each other for so long. But now, it’s the first new year Nico and Will are together. Nico could barely contain his anticipation for the night. He was excited, yet nervous. This was going to be his first new years kiss.

It was 11:55. Five minutes until 2016. Honestly, Nico was shocked he had survived this long. Campers were running around, excited. The younger campers were wearing glow bracelets and necklaces. Noise makers were given out to some campers as well. Nico could see Piper decked out in glowing jewelry and a silver hat with “2016” printed on it. She was showing her attire off to Annabeth, who just rolled her eyes and smiled.

“You excited?” Will asked. “F-for the New year I mean.”

Nico smiled at his blushing and flustered boyfriend. “Yeah, I’m very excited.” Nico winked, which caused Will to blush more. It wasn’t that much of a big deal, they’d kissed plenty of times before, but there was something special about a new years kiss.

The next four minutes went by in a blur. By now, all the campers were standing or sitting by the lake, with their glowsticks and noise makers. Even Nico had taken one, although he wasn’t really going to get a chance to use it after the countdown. The fireworks were set up and ready to go. It was almost time. Nico and Will both stood up, their hands intertwined.

“Here we go!” shouted Leo from farther away, near the fireworks.

The campers, including Nico and Will started to yell. “Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five! Four! Three! Two! One!”

Nico barely heard the words “Happy New Year” as he turned toward Will and pulled him close, their lips colliding. All Nico’s nerves melted away instantly. Nico felt Will’s hair brushing against him and the soft touch of Will’s fingers wrapped around him. Nico blocked out the noise around him and felt like he was in his own little world with just him and Will. They soon parted, both of them smiling.

“Happy New Year Nico,” Will said, beaming.

“Happy New Year Will.”

Nonlinear Storytelling in Sherlock Series 3

So one thing that’s really been weirding me out series 3 is the use of nonlinear storytelling, which I feel has been dialed way up from previous series. mid0nz has some gorgeous analysis of the bomb scene’s interruption by Sherlock’s confession, but other than that, I haven’t heard people talking a whole lot about the structure of the episodes so far. If I’ve missed it, please, please, point me that way!

What follows is probably way too involved, and it doesn’t really reach any conclusions, so sorry about that, but here I go anyway:

Most books we read and TV shows and movies we watch treat time in pretty much the same way, according to what Joan Silber calls “classic time”: “a brief natural span–a month, a season, a year–handled in scene-and-summary” (Time in the Art of Fiction 8) – this is the convention of traditional realist fiction, which takes for granted that most of us would agree that we experience time as a generally forward-moving, chronologically coherent force. It’s certainly what we’re familiar most with, although I have the sense that contemporary audiences are increasingly comfortable with unconventional treatments of time. We don’t even bat an eyelash at flash backs (which Silber calls “switchback time”), and shows like How I Met Your Mother are in fact predicated on a nonlinear structure. OK, I’m getting way too in-depth with this, but long story short, my point is that classic time is still more or less our default.

Classic time also seems to be the default for the first two series of Sherlock. This is not to say there aren’t disruptions to straightforward chronology in s1&2. Film and TV mysteries often utilize a bit of non-linear storytelling to dramatize the resolution of a case – rather than Miss Marple simply sitting everyone down and explaining what happened, we see it play out in front of us, jumping back in time to the moment the crime was committed. We see this in Sherlock, for instance, when Joe confesses to murdering Andrew West in TGG, or when Sherlock reveals he was really taking Irene’s pulse in ASIB. In the first two series of Sherlock, this happens fairly frequently – we quickly flash back to the moment in question, often focused on the crucial clues we may have missed the first time around. And of course, these aren’t the only times the show breaks a linear pattern in the first two series, either. We get flashbacks in ASIB (Sherlock saving Irene) and in TRF (Mycroft admitting he interrogated Moriarty), for instance, and I’m sure there are lots of other examples. So it’s not like nonlinear storytelling is terribly unusual in Sherlock, but, again, classic time is has pretty much been the show’s default. I don’t think the structure in its own right has ever been nearly so programmatically disordered as it seems to be in s3.

That the structural choices of s3 have departed from those in s1&2 is made jarringly evident in TEH. While the story unfolds more or less in a chronological fashion (this isn’t Memento, here), there are a lot of choices that take us out of classic time in the strictest sense and call attention to the structure of the episode itself. Right away, our sense of the chronological movement of the episode is disturbed – we begin thinking we’re picking up where we left off at the end of TRF, but the writers very loudly tell us this is “bollocks” (via Lestrade) and then jump two years forward in time. The recurrence of the various Reichenbach survival theories throughout the episode is another conceit that exists on the level of storytelling, not on the level of the characters – that is, it’s the writers manipulating the structure of the episode in a way that doesn’t necessarily have to do with that naturalistic assumption of classic time. Structurally, the Reichenbach theories seem to be operating almost as a way to mark each act – Anderson’s starts us off, Sharon Rooney’s Sheriarty theory marks the half-hour point almost to the minute, and Sherlock’s real strategy literally comes in the middle of the resolution of the episode. And what makes the insertion of the confession scene into the middle of the bomb countdown so bizarre is the way is disjoints time. Like, seriously, when is Sherlock telling Anderson all this? Is it taking place before John and Sherlock went down into the Tube station, or after? It’s completely out of any context in time. I love everything mid0nz has to say about how this moment allows Gatiss and Moffat, et al, to rewrite John Watson’s last words (if he were dying, he’d no longer say “Please god, let me live,” but instead, “Of course I forgive you”).  I also love her point that the confession he makes to Anderson is one that he’ll never make to John, and I agree that this is a very important choice in terms of his character. But even with all that said, I’m still not sure I understand why the writers made the choice to put Sherlock’s confession smack-dab in the middle of the bomb scene.

As confusing at this is to me, though, it pales in comparison to what happens in TSOT, because while TEH may have this one really pointed chronological rupture, TSOT is basically about as wibbly wobbly timey wimey as you can get. OK, that’s an overstatement, but it’s really freaking nonlinear.

I mean, Sherlock’s best man speech is constantly being intercut with flash backs. He can hardly get two words out before we’re jumping back to another case or an interlude of Mrs. Hudson laughing like she was torturing an owl or what have you. I’m not saying I didn’t love all of those moments, because I did, but when you include all the flash backs, Sherlock’s speech, which is actually probably only a few minutes long, winds up taking up a full half of the episode. But even before that, we’re jumping all over the shop in terms of the relationship to time, first in the quick summary of Lestrade’s 18-month pursuit with the Waters gang, and then after the wedding we leap back to Sherlock’s confrontation with Mary’s ex and his bonding with Archie over maggots. This isn’t just switchback time, this is – I don’t know what, super mega switchback time on steroids.

What I can’t work out for the life of me is–why? I mean, yes, all the switchbacking comes together in the end, when the penny finally drops and Sherlock realizes that the nurse used John’s middle name. We move forward fairly propulsively from there, but it’s a long lead-up to that point. We basically have an hour’s worth of preamble and setup and a half hour of denouement – which, actually, probably isn’t all that disproportionate in terms of classic rising action and all that, but because it’s been doled out in these tiny little disordered chunks, I’m left feeling like we didn’t actually get to see anything happen in front of us in this episode.

The other thing that niggles at me is the way scene and summary are operating here. In the course of his speech, Sherlock basically summarizes at least seven months that we only get to see tiny little slivers of. This applies both to the cases and to John and Mary’s engagement. I think we can all agree that some of the most heart-rending moments of TSOT are when Sherlock is attempting to cope with John’s impending marriage (the serviettes, interviewing/intimidating old flames, I mean, this stuff is comedy gold but it’s also so, so sad). And I just can’t help imagining what this series would have been like if we had another episode or two to see all those events unfold in realtime, rather than simply having them summarized to us in Sherlock’s speech.

The obvious result would be that all of those cases would be developed further – and not just on John’s blog (if one can call that development). And while some of them might not stand up to much greater scrutiny, I would certainly have enjoyed seeing the boys on the case more. The other result, I think, of giving those seven months more screen time would have been that we’d actually get to see the development of John and Mary’s relationship and we’d witness the slow building up of pressure within Sherlock as their wedding day comes closer and closer. We certainly get glimpses of it in TSOT, but I think there could have been the potential for a truly excruciating slow-burn to have been accomplished if the events of this episode had been approached chronologically over the course of, say, two episodes.

Of course, that would never happen for lots of reasons (productions constraints being perhaps foremost among them). And, again, I’m not saying I don’t really enjoy the episode as it’s organized now. But I also think it’s worth thinking about what consequences the structure has – not only on how we receive it, but also in terms of what it allows the writers to accomplish, and what a different choice could have made room for.

OK, that got way out of hand. A million points to you if you stuck it out to the end. And now I will ask: anyone else have any other thoughts about the structure and approach to time in these episodes?

A Kiss for the Future

Read, Something About the First Snowfall; ¼

Read, A Tree for a Smile; 2/4

Read, Plus Signs for Christmas¾

4/4 (Niall’s POV) 

She saw you watching her, but she didn’t look over to you. You watched her fidget, the way her leg bounced up and down, the way she picked at her nails, the way her hands would knot in her hair for just a moment and then rake through her unruly hair. 

“Princess, settle down.” You grabbed her smaller hands in yours, kissing the back of it. “This is just to make sure.”

“But Ni-”

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Analysis II. Bhunivelze's Battle: A Tale of Unrequited Love

It wasn’t on my plans to do an analysis about this because two reasons: 1) I thought of it today, so it is kind of a beta. 2) I feared to be reading too much into it.

In any case, after contrasting it with some beta readers, I chose to give it a chance. So excuse the kinda rough explanation, since it still needs some polish. I’ll update if necessary.

In this analysis I’ll speak of the possible symbolism/allegory/metaphor in Bhunivelze’s battle concerning Hope’s character throughout the trilogy. It is based, of course, in the original Japanese version, so if you haven’t checked the translations, I encourage you to do so.

Please keep in mind this analysis features one-sided Hope/Lightning. I know I always say this, and that by LR: FFXIII this shouldn’t come up as a surprise, but just in case you don’t like the pairing, this is your warning.

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New Years

Can you do one about 2 friends getting together on nye

  • Anonymous

AN: I think this one’s appropriate, considering it’s New Year’s Eve. Also, some of you may be concerned so I’ll clarify that on special occasions or globally-famous days (e.g. christmas, new years, easter etc.) I prioritise themed requests.

This is not out of spite or anything, I just don’t see the point in writing a christmas imagine during March for example, so I prioritise them around the holidays. Keeping in mind that I do have a bucket load of requests to write. Love you guys, Happy New Years and unfortunately you may have to wait until next year for a new imagine :P xx

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Your POV:

New Years was usually one of my favourite annual occasions, however this year things are a bit different. Unfortunately, over the last few years, as friendships have changed, so have the peoeple that I spend New Year’s with. Two years ago, it was family, as in, the WHOLE family. Last year, it was my close family and one of my friends with her family but this year, it’s just the four of us; my mum, dad, sister and I. Great. It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with them, I really do. But there’s one person in particular I wish I could see on New Years Eve. Y/C/N. It’ll never happen. He’s one of those popular guys and I’m one of those shy, unpopular girls who has her friends and avoids the populars at all costs. But that being said, there’s something about him.

On the last day of the year, I simply stay at home with my family, we’re all doing our own thing and I’m in my room as normal, scrolling through tumblr with music playing off my phone through earphones in my ears. It’s not lonely as some may think. I’m used to it.

It’s currently around 8 o’clock and I’m getting myself changed so that I at least look decent in case my mother decides to take yet another family photo, and in case I see anyone I know from our balcony. It’s highly, highly unlikely but I still think that I should be ready. Besides, it doesn’t hurt to make myself feel pretty for once.

“Y/N?” my sister calls from her room.

“Yeah?”

“We’re watching New Years Eve on TV until the fireworks at 9,” she begins, “Want to come?”

I call out a reply, “Sure, I’ll be there in a minute.”

I finish straightening my usually wavy hair, and putting basic makeup on before going downstairs and joining my family. Mum passes me the popcorn bowl and I take a handful before handing it back to her. “Thanks.”

We watch another hour of the movie before watching some fireworks at 9, and then continuing the movie. Soon enough, it’s 11:30 and we’re out on the balcony getting ready for the midnight fireworks. “So, Y/N, what are your resolutions?”

I sigh, “I haven’t really thought much about it to be honest. I guess I’m hoping I make it through Year 11 without too much stress.”

The only thing that I really want for next year besides not freaking out with my studies, is to be with Y/C/N but I know it’s never going to happen.

Never say never. my heart whispers,

As if, it can’t happen Y/N. my brain retorts. Ughh. I hate reality. Can’t I just live in hope that one day he might see past my stupid social status and utter lack of confidence and self doubt and ask me out?

11:55 looms and we’re still standing on the balcony. We continue talking about our hopes for the new year, until we hear the front bell ring. Strange, I would have seen it if someone walked to the front door. I turn to my mum who’s smirking. “Y/N, I think you should get the door.”

I nod. “Okay.”

I walk downstairs, and as I walk I hear my family screaming the countdown from the balcony. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 and I open the front door. I can’t believe my eyes and my mouth literally drops. “Y/C/N?”

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” he shouts in sync with my family, making me smile.

“Happy New Year,” I reply. “What are you doing here?”

“I-It’s stupid.” he begins, looking down and blushing. “I wanted you to be the first person I saw in the New Year.”

“Y/C/N, that’s not stupid.” I begin, as he looks up at me. “It’s really sweet.”

He smiles, “So, can I maybe come in?”

“Oh, yeah, shit sorry.” I reply, gesturing next to me, but as he walks past me, he pulls me into a sneaky hug and kisses my lips, giving me my first kiss. It’s slow, passionate and everything I’ve ever wanted in a kiss.

“It’s a tradition to kiss someone beautiful at midnight.”

“Oh Y/C/N, stop it, you’re making me blush.”

He smiles. “So, just upstairs, or?”

I nod. “This way.”

I take a second of courage and grab his hand. I am surprised to see that he doesn’t let go, but simply smiles to himself. “Wait, Y/N, before we go out there, will you be my girlfriend?”

I nod. “Of course I will Y/C/N!”

We then walk onto the balcony and my parent’s greet Y/C/N as we spend New Year’s Morning together.

Told you so. My heart whispers, and for once, I’m listening to it.

Looks like 2015 is going to be a great year.

Hollstein Fic Recs pt. 1

you bite your tongue and you torch your dreams by zbrockman (10,487 words, M rating)
“Carmilla is a firefighter. That’s basically it.”
Firefighter AU. Laura is a journalist and best friends with Carmilla. Slightly smutty and angsty. This fic will give you a lot of feels. It’s personally one of my favourites.

 no flame burns forever (you and i both know this all too well) by zbrockman  (9,792 words, M rating)
“Carmilla as a firefighter but this time from Laura’s POV?”
Firefighter AU. Sequel to the previous pic and covers the same story except from Laura’s POV.

 Say Something by ariadnerue (2,611 words, G rating)
“When Mircalla Karnstein turned fifteen, she got her countdown, just like everyone else. Except not like everyone else. Because according to her countdown, she wouldn’t meet her soulmate for 319 years, 5 months, and 21 days.”
Soulmate AU. This is a nice little oneshot that is guaranteed to give you feels.

 Back To Back by Heylittleyahtzee (31,323 words, E rating)
“Laura and Carmilla have always been inseparable, from the time they tried to murder each other in the sandbox to the day they accidentally kissed at a pre-highschool-graduation party. It makes sense that they’d add a few “benefits” to their relationship, especially after they move from their small town to live together in the city. So what happens when Laura goes to college and meets someone new?”
Casual Sex AU. This one hurts, a lot. It’s full of angst but it burns so good. Also some Hollence appearances.

Fill Me In by carmillasleatherpants (courtneyarnelle) (10,100 words, E rating)
“You’re tired of this same conversation. Of him discouraging you from seeing your girlfriend. You’re aware that on some level, he knows you’re still seeing her. But you can’t bring yourself to care too much.”
A Highschool AU where Carmilla moves next door and Carmilla and Laura start seeing each other, much to the disapproval of Papa Hollis. Also, this is part of a series, which I highly recommend (my favourite series), which continues on from this story.

Love is Blind by Marzos (10,592 words, T rating)
“Laura can’t see Carmilla, but she still knows her better than anyone else. One day I thought, as a challenge, I’d write a blind!Laura AU. Now I can’t stop writing oneshots.”
Blind!Laura AU, which I am in love with.

she is like a cat in the dark by Coara (6,001 words, E rating)
“A hand tangles in your hair and pries you away. Droplets of blood slide down your chin and your tongue darts out to catch every little bit of this doomed salvation.
“Don’t make a mess, darling,“ she warns you, before she lets you feed again, fingers scraping over your skull.”
This one is pretty dark, but I like it. It explores Mattie and Carmilla’s relationship, their history, Carmilla’s history and the developing relationship between Carmilla and Laura.

Countdown - Dean Winchester

A/n: So hi! If you don’t know me I’m Dean trash! And I’m also obsessed with Countdown by Beyonce, I kinda just took the parts of the song that are my favorite so sorry if these are not the parts you wanted, message me and I’ll see what I can do! I would say listen to the song while reading but sometimes that’s distracting so.. Whatever you want to do!

(P.S. I switched POVS to Dean’s once but I didn’t label it cause it’s kinda obvious and I find the labels make it sorta distracting.)

Summery: You’re Bobby’s daughter and you’re in love with Dean, this is just a little glimpse into the shit that goes down.

Oh, killing me softly and I’m still fallin’

Me, Dean and Sam traveled together a ton, whenever either of us needed help with jobs we were the first one the others would call, we trusted each other, mainly because I’m Bobby’s daughter and we grew up together. I can explain Sam and I’s relationship quite simply, we’re best friends, he’s basically the brother I always wanted. But Dean, I’m honestly not sure, we “relieve pressure for each other” as he likes to put it, but I lie to myself and see it as so much more. Everytime he says “I love you” I die a little inside because I know he doesn’t mean it the same way I do.

Still the one I need, I will always be with you

For what feels to be the hundredth time through hooded, watery eyes I watch his back as he leaves my motel room in the middle of the night. I swear I’ll never do it again, I won’t let him use me, I’ll tell him in the morning how I feel, how I really feel. But he’s like a drug, I can’t tell him cause I’d rather have him close to me and not know then far from me and hating me. He’s the one I’ll always choose… It’ll always be him.

Oh, you got me all gone, don’t ever let me go

Sam was working a case in Minnesota and had insisted he didn’t need help so I’d called Y/n and coincidentally she’d been in the area and god was I glad to see her. This was the first time in a long time that’d we’d gotten to take it slow, and it was amazing, it was like I got to relearn her likes and dislikes, I made a new road map for her body that was forever seared into my brain. Once we were both too tired to continue I brought her to lay against my chest, it was obvious by her tense demeanor that she didn’t quite understand what was going on, “Stay with me.” I mumbled and it seemed like that was all the convincing she needed because she relaxed almost instantly, her arms winding around me. I faintly heard her whisper “Don’t ever let me go.” But maybe it was the sleep…

If you leave me you’re out of your mind

“You’re insane!” I yelled at him thru the widow of Baby, I pulled wildly against the handcuff around my wrist then against the side attached to the wheel. I pounded my fist against the window towards his back as he walked away from the car, jaw set and mind hard. “If you leave me here you’re gonna get yourself killed! You’re out of your fucking mind!” I screeched as he walked towards his death, the vamps would surely rip him apart. He stalked back to the car, “Shut up, okay? Just stop, I’m not letting you waltz in there and die because you’re too proud to admit you’re hurt!” He gestured towards my broken arm. “What so I’m just supposed to let you die? That’s so unfair! Why do you get to make that decision?” I yelled pulling even harder against the cuff. “Because I’m not the one handcuffed to a car.” He smirked and I’ve never wanted to smack him more then in that moment.

My baby is a 10

Dean’s body was not as built as Sam’s by any means, Sam ate rabbit food and salad smoothies where Dean prefered hamburgers and beer. But goddamn if he didn’t look fine as fuck leaning over the hood of baby. His jeans were tight in all the right places, hugging his ass but not too tight around the waist so they slipped down just so you could slightly see the waistband of his underwear. And to make matters worse he was shirtless, Fuck. Me. He wasn’t ripped but the hunting life had hardened him, defined shoulders and upper arms from swinging and lifting. Little scars and bruises littered his perfectly golden tanned back. I was drooling but I couldn’t care less as his skin reflected light because of the thin sheen of sweat that covered him. He turned and I only slightly registered his smirk before flying back inside.

We dressing to the 9

The Winchester’s are allergic to fancy dressing, a tux or even just a nice dress shirt but I could never gather why. They looked perfect, both of them, the black complimenting their tanned skin, the ties just begging to be ripped off. And I didn’t think it was fair for me to have to dress up for a case if they didn’t have to, so by some miracle I’d gotten them into tuxedos and believe me I was gonna drag this case out for all it was worth.

Still the one I do this 4

I’d sworn to my dad that I would get out of this life but these were the moments I stayed in it for. I ran forward into the cave not giving it a second thought. I’d come to a split in the tunnel and the boys didn’t have enough time for me to wast going down the wrong split. “Sam! Dean!” After the fact I now realize that was probably the stupidest thing I could do while dealing with a vengeful spirit but eh. The spirit came screaming down the left tunnel. “Shit.” I whispered before swinging my iron machete as quick as I could into the spirit, silencing it. I sprinted down the left tunnel where the spirit had come from hoping and praying that the boys were still alive. “Oh thank God.” I mumbled as I stumbled to my knees, bringing Dean’s head to rest on my lap while I ripped my shirt into ribbons to tie around their wrists to soak up the blood. “Hey Y/n, what’re you doing here?” Dean asked lazily as I held one of his wrists up. He stroked my cheek evidence that the blood loss was clouding his mind. “I’m bleeding?” It was more of a question then a statement. “That you are, darling.” I giggled, he was cute like this, not so tough and tense. “I love you Y/n, you’re the best.” He mumbled as he nuzzled into my stomach. “I love you too.” I kissed his forehead.

My girls can’t tell me nothing, I’m gone in the brain

“Just stop Y/n! You’re being so fucking stupid, it’s not like you’re my girlfriend, okay? That’s not what sex means to me!” I just stood there like an idiot with my mouth hanging open and tears sliding down my cheeks. He took one look at me and I could tell he was sorry but he was too mad. He grabbed his keys and jacket and slammed the door so hard when he left it made the room shake. After I heard the impala pull away I just crumpled to the floor, sobbing, I distantly heard the door open. “Y/n?” Charlie asked in the smallest voice I’d heard from her. When she saw me leaning against the bed pulled tight into myself she jogged to me and brought my head to rest on her shoulder. “Shh, shh, don’t worry Y/n.” She comforted. I just cried harder into the cotton fabric of her shirt. I faintly heard through my tears, “I’m gonna rip him apart.” I shook my head, “No, it wasn’t only his fault, it was mine too.” “I don’t see why you always stick up for him.” “Cause I’m a brain dead idiot hopelessly in love with someone not capable of loving me.”  

I’m all up under him like it’s cold, winter time

I was under the thick fabric of my duvet, it’d been so long since I’d gotten to sleep in and I was going to make the most of it. My foot slipped from the cover of my blanket waking me up instantly, I yelped at the cold air making me shiver. I pulled my knees up to my chin and heard feet padding down the hall. My door creaked open and a faint shadow was cast by the moonlight from my window. “Y/n?” Dean’s voice whispered into the darkness, his voice was rough and deep. I turned over ready to tell him to go away so I could sleep but the sight of him wrapped in his own duvet, disheveled hair and stubbled chin had me hold my tongue. Instead I opted for a nicer tone, “What’s up Dean?” “Sam forgot to turn on the heat and I don’t know how too.” That sounded like a total like made up for an ulterior motive but I didn’t have enough energy to argue. “Wake him up.” I mumbled, sleep still fogging my mind. “I tried, he’s out like a light.” He started walking towards my bed, probably drawn by my extra layers of covers that he’d earlier scoffed at. “Can I come under with you?” He took another step. Even though there were plenty of reasons to reject him my half asleep mind saw no reason to say no. I nodded slightly and with that he jumped on the bed and dove under the covers, kicking me multiple times. I groaned and punched him, he just responded with a ‘hmph’ before pulling me half under his chest and I cuddled into him, he was so warm…

All up in the kitchen in my heels, dinner time

“Hey boys, I’m back!” I yelled into the bunker, all that met me was silence so I assumed they hadn’t gotten back from interrogating the suspect. “Damn.” I muttered, my arms were full of groceries. I staggered as I made my way into the kitchen. “Beef stew for one it is then.” I leaned against the counter before pulling off my black fitted blazer and unbuttoned my dress shirt a little. My heels made a clicking noise against the tiles, I would usually take them off when I got home with the boys but they made me feel powerful, if I ever told the boys that, they’d laugh but I kept them on anyways. I went about the prep work, turning up the radio and humming to the Kansas tune blaring through the speakers. I bent over to grab a beer from the fridge. I heard a sharp intake of breath from behind me and spun around, holding a knife to their throat in seconds. “Oh my gosh!” I gasped as I realized it was Dean. “I’m so sorry!” I said as I tried to step away from him but he caught my wrist. He looked hungry but not exactly for what I was about to fix.


A/n: OH MY GOD. anyone have any cheap holy water I could purchase? Or just like a knife so I can cut off my hands? I’m sorry if this sucks because I wrote this in like an hour and a half. But the idea came to me and I was like DAMN. So ya, sorry I didn’t do the whole song but these were just the lines that inspired me most! Comments are always welcomed! And requests are amazing! xx

Right okay but imagine being best friends with Michael since you were like, ten, but when you were fifteen a guy liked you so decided to befriend Michael to make a good impression on you but Michael was a dick to him and when you asked him about it he just got all flustered and fumbled all over his words so you just told him that it was okay but not to do it again. You couldn’t seem to understand why he acted like that until a few months later when he got a girlfriend and you got this weird feeling whenever you saw them together or whenever he mentioned her name and you hated the fact that he wasn’t spending as much time with you and you also hated the fact that he gave you less attention now. You eventually ‘got over’ it and got a boyfriend of your own but then things got really awkward between you and Michael and you would share these moments where you would find each other staring at each other all the time or your hands would touch once when you were sharing a box of popcorn at the cinemas and you would just look at each other and blush but it was really weird because it genuinely felt like there was some sort of connection there that was different to the kind of connection the two of you had previously. Fast forward a year or so later and Michael and the boys are away on tour with One Direction and you’re missing him like crazy but there are all these stories of him hooking up with these girls who (you believed) were all prettier than you so your hopes were kind of dashed. Eventually you found yourself a boyfriend who you really liked and he made you kinda happy but when Michael returned it got kinda awkward again because Michael was unhappy that you were with somebody else but he knew he couldn’t do anything because of how happy you were with him. And say it was New Years Eve 2013 and you had all gone to this party together but while you were there, your boyfriend very conveniently fell ill and had to go home. You ended up staying at the part with Michael which was awkward at first but then when it got to the 10 second countdown to midnight you could feel Michael’s eyes on you the whole time and then you felt his hand slip into yours. You didn’t have time to realise what was going on but as soon as the clock hit midnight he had cupped your face in his hands and your lips had suddenly collided. You were left feeling some kind of way towards him but then you were confused because there were so many other girls at this party he could have kissed but he didn’t he kissed you. The first few weeks of 2014 were really weird for you because Michael was constantly texting you asking if you could hang out but you didn’t know whether he meant hang out as in make out or if he meant hang out as in hang out so you didn’t return his texts. But then one night Michael got sick of you avoiding his texts so he went round to yours and threw rocks at your bedroom window which led to you meeting him outside in your back garden where he told you that he needed to know what was happening between you two before he left again but you ended up breaking down in front of him telling him you’re just so confused and you don’t know what you want because you’re still with your boyfriend so he just softens and hugs you before asking if he could stay the night because he didn’t want to leave you like this. He follows you up to your room where you end up falling asleep hand in hand in bed. He’s still there the next morning and he tells you that you have until the next Tuesday to decide what you want because that’s when he leaves and obviously you would be going to the airport to wave him off so you could leave it til the last minute if you wanted to. Not long after Michael went back home the next morning your boyfriend turned up but then he found Michael’s hoodie in the chair in your room so you lied and told him that he had given you that hoodie a before he went on that first tour with One Direction so that you didn’t miss him so much but then your boyfriend told you that he didn’t feel comfortable with how close the two of you were so you told him not to be so stupid but then he gave you an ultimatum where you had to choose between him and Michael which broke you because your heart at this point belonged to Michael but you didn’t want this friendship to be jeopardised if you broke up or something because his friendship meant everything to you. On the Monday you sat with your boyfriend and told him that you couldn’t be with him if he was going to make you choose between him and your best friend because your loyalties would always lie with Michael. But then Tuesday came around and you ended up telling Michael you couldn’t be with him either but you lied and said it was because you didn’t want to tie him down and you wanted him to have fun with other girls who could be there on tour with him which broke his heart and the first thing he did when he got on the plane was begin to write lyrics to a new song which would be about you and how much he wanted to be with you. As soon as he was gone you pretty much instantly realised what a mistake you had made but you knew it was probably for the best in the long run but whenever your parents mentioned him to you or 5sos were played on the radio or whenever fans would come up to you knowing who you were your heart ached just a little and you knew that you had really badly hurt Michael when he didn’t reply to your texts, return your calls or accept a facetime or a skype call. You thought you had messed up both a potential relationship and your friendship but then you got your backstage passes to one of the shows they were playing with a note attached saying, “We need you to be there” obviously written by one of the boys. It wasn’t really a question because of course you were going to go. Michael had no idea that you would be there and he was planning on singing the song he wrote about you for the first time that night and he was going to give an introduction to it which would set the mood for the song. You sat in the audience next to some fans who were talking to you quite happily in between acts but when the boys came out on stage it felt so weird seeing them in person again. Eventually it reached the time for Michael to perform this new song he wrote and before they play it, he says, “This song I wrote on a plane on the way to England and it’s basically about this girl who I’m totally in love with and who I know feels the same but just keeps playing me by making me think we’re going to be together but then we aren’t. I know she doesn’t mean it nastily or whatever, but it played on my mind a little and it’s messed me up a little. This is wrapped around your finger, I hope you enjoy it.” You stood there speechless because you knew instantly that this song was about you but you were also kinda upset by the fact he thinks you’ve played him because he’s been hooking up with all of these girls which doesn’t sound like he’s ‘totally in love’ with you in the slightest. The song though is a masterpiece and he sang it with such passion that you knew he meant every word but it got you so emotional that you just made your way backstage. At the end of the show Michael is surprised to find you sitting in the dressing room and at first it’s really awkward but when the boys give you some privacy you just hug him and apologise for putting him down and that it was never your intention and then he asks you why you did it, you explained how you didn’t want to ruin your friendship and he laughed and said that you would always be best friends no matter what because if he managed to stay friends with his ex who he only knew for a couple of months before they started dating, he knew that he could manage to stay best friends with someone he’s known for just short of ten years if the two of you did break up. But he knew that wouldn’t happen because he was sure of how you two felt about each other, so you eventually agreed to be his girlfriend so he kissed you and it felt so right. However just before Christmas you saw a few cracks in the friendship between him and the boys and you held yourself responsible because it hadn’t been like that when you and Michael were just friends so you called it off and Michael was devastated and ended up arguing with Calum who he had always had a close friendship with. When he spoke to you after Christmas you told him you wanted to be with him but also that you couldn’t be with him which made Michael mad because you were blowing hot and cold so he told you you were finished for good. He then decided to write another song venting about how angry yet so hopeless he was about the whole relationship and he left his little songbook lying around this one time and Calum ended up reading this song he had started on and told Michael it was gonna be insane, which led to them making up and finishing the song together. When Calum asked what the song was about Michael explained to him and Calum told him that maybes it was better for you two to just remain friends but Michael shook his head saying that he knew you’d come around eventually and it would be the most perfect thing ever. The months went by and you and Michael had barely spoken not as lovers and not as friends either, but then that fateful night happened when Michael was injured by the pyrotechnics and you were so worried that you sent Michael a voice mail telling him how sorry you were and confessing how much you actually love him which Michael replies with a simple text sayin, “I’ve sent you a present. You’ll get it in a few days.” About a day or two later your mum hands you a package and you open it to find a cd with a message reading, “please just listen. it’s from the new album. it’s a song written by me and Cal. it’s about you…me…us.” You play the cd and you instantly break down when you hear the lyrics “Cause I’ve got a jet black heart, and there’s a hurricane underneath it, trying to keep us a part” because they broke your heart but actually the whole song breaks your heart because it’s like he’s trying to reach out to you because he’s basically telling you that he’s kinda worn out by the whole relationship and that he doesn’t really have the energy to continue but he’s also saying that he knows there’s still something there between you that is telling him that he wants to give it one last go because he’s sure he can make it work. When he comes home he goes straight to your place and asks you what you thought of the song and you immediately say, “It’s beautiful. I loved it. I’m sorry. I just didn’t know how serious you were about me” and he smirks and says, “I wrote two songs about you, now do you believe that I just want to be with you?” Which makes you smile through the tears that are falling as he cups your face in his hands and kisses your forehead. “This time. I’m not gonna let you go so easily, do you know that?” he whispers to you as he laughs, and you nod and say, “You’ll not have to. I’m here 110% and I’m not letting my insecurities get in the way.” And that is the story of how you and Michael became the fanbase’s most shipped couple and honestly I’m just so sorry for all of the damage I may have caused from writing this but this came into mind and I just had to share it but if you need me I will be drowning in a pool of my own tears goODBYE

anonymous asked:

Can you give me a summary of Donna Troy? Like her origins and her relationships with others and whatnot. I'm not familiar with her and if you have any recommendations on what to read with her in it.

Okay so you MAY have asked the most complicated question in the history of comics BUT I’ll do my best to explain this *cracks knuckles*

“Who Is Donna Troy?”

Donna Troy has about 8 origin stories all of which are accurate and not accurate at any given moment. She’s basically the Schrödinger’s hero and it’s everything I love and hate about comics so beautifully rolled into one character I can’t help but love her. Chronologically, in real time, here’s how this terribly wonderful thing of a plot-line happened (I’m following along on wikipedia tbh because omg this thing is so complicated)…

  1. DC wanted to give Wonder Woman a sidekick, but they wanted to make extra super sure it didn’t look all gay (because of the flack that they were getting for Batman and Robin) so they made “Wonder Girl”… a younger version of Diana that through magic junk worked with present Diana
  2. Suddenly young Diana sorta became her own character
  3. She started appearing in a bunch of stuff, including the new “Teen Titans” and quickly became Diana’s younger sister
  4. Then she got her own origin story early in TT and became an average not-amazonian human orphan that Diana saved that went by the alias Donna Troy??
  5. She goes away for a while and then gets reintroduced with the tongue-in-cheek plotline titled “Who Is Donna Troy?” wherein they explore Donna’s origins that wind up basically being the same as the previous one, but a little more specific and with a little more human trafficking.
  6. That whole story gets retconned in a plot titled “Who Is Wonder Girl?” (comics are so creative) and she suddenly became an amazon again but her memory was wiped so she thought she was a human but then donna kills the person with her memories and gets her memories of being a boss ass bitch favored by the god’s back NOTE: this is when they start deciding that donna’s just going to be god-level from now on AND its also when she starts going by troia
  7. This one is a direct quote from wikipedia because this is what this girl goes through on the regular “During the Titans Hunt storyline, Donna discovers she is pregnant; in the New Titans Annual #7 (1991), a group calling themselves the Team Titans appears, intent on killing her. They come from a future in which Donna’s son is born with the full powers of a god and full awareness of them, which drives him mad. He instantly ages himself, kills his mother, and becomes a dictator known as Lord Chaos. The Team Titans travel back to the past to kill Donna before her son can be born. Donna eventually gives birth to Robert; to prevent him from becoming Lord Chaos, she sacrifices her powers and becomes a normal human.”
  8. She tries to get her powers back, the God’s say no, she joins the Darkstars aka the Totally Not Green Lanterns Space Police Squad
  9. She has her baby, the baby dies in one of the saddest worst things in DC (what the hell why) and her husband & step-daughter die too
  10. They retcon her story AGAIN to make her a clone/copy of Diana but this time she was abducted by an enemy of the amazons. DC starts to become cheeky assholes about all of this and makes her new plot that she is cursed by her captor to live an endless series of lives that will be erased from her memory and restarted when she hits rock bottom. I shit you not. Wally saves her, though. she stops living her loop-lives and eventually consolidates into One True Donna that now remembers all the crap that happened to her in the past. This is the Donna you will find in most modern-preboot comics.
  11. She dies and gets brought to life a couple years later in true DC comics fashion
  12. Donna then assumes her true form as the bossest bitch in all of the galaxy….Because of all the different lives she’s lived and remembers, she figures out this whole multiverse/universe reboot thing and she’s the only person who can remember all of her past lives/universes. that’s right. THIS GIRL BECOMES SO META ALL OF HER REBOOTS BECOME A SUPERPOWER AND SHE CAN LITERALLY LOOK THROUGH DC’S BULLSHIT
  13. yeah after that her story is pretty solid, and that story is all the stories. donna is infinite.
  14. donna. troy. is. not. in. the. new. 52. 

Relationships:

  • Donna is besties with Dick. Also Kory. They are like a squad of adorable.
  • She and Roy Harper are often a thing 
  • She chills with Jason Todd and Kyle Raynor sometimes (and also briefly dated Kyle) and fuck they are the ot3
  • Donna is kinda like Dick in that everyone loves her

Things to read:

  • Teen Titans Year One
  • Basically any major cross over from the 2000s. Infinite Crisis, 52 and Countdown are big ones with her
  • She’s shows up a lot in Titans and Teen Titans books
  • Her preboot self will star in a new comic next month called “Titans Hunt”

Whew that was long…