Then the end... while I understood the why... I just didn't get what was even happening!

geniewithwifi  asked:

Fuck BRE. I'm still fried from Olicity overload. Instead of tidbits all season we've been overdosed with it all IN ONE EP!! #deathtoolicityfandom >>---> I do have a question tho, and it's about that last scene. Felicity said she understood why Oliver lied about William, and I know it has to do with Helix, but how does she understand? Felicity didn't lie to Oliver. She trusted him. he doesn't trust her not with Helix and not with William. So still not comprehending that last scene totally

the olicity was so real, girl, so real and intense and amazing wow

(Before I even attempt to answer this, I have to link to this post and this post by @cogentranting that absolutely nailed my exact thoughts on what happened.)

This is such a layered question only because it’s a layered issue, one that’s been churning and boiling for years now. It’s something that was set in motion way before Olicity even got together, one that is reflected in both Oliver and Felicity as stand-alone characters.

When Felicity said she understood, it wasn’t about the actual decision that Oliver made. What she understood better after last night was Oliver himself.


She does know now, or at the very least she’s starting to, and it is just that understanding that let her see things oh so differently, that let her look back and see things from how Oliver’s POV. It has finally given her a level of understanding that she never, ever had before. 


(god his face, look at him, he’s so vulnerable, but he’s also so cleansed)

It isn’t as simple as trust by itself, that was what last night was about. The problem (and the one that got them to the point where Oliver didn’t tell Felicity about William) is that Oliver doesn’t trust himself, and that was the driving force behind so, so, so many of his past actions.

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Warm As Wool

Prompt: 13 & 22

“You can borrow mine.”
“You’re warm.”

A/n: I’ve never tried writing for Jonathan or any Stranger Things character before so I’m open to any criticism or feedback you have!

Being good friends with the friendly neighborhood outcast was always an interesting time, even if you weren’t particularly well known in the student body either. Most of that being thanks to the fact that you spent almost all of your free time in the library, and when you weren’t there you could most likely be found at home, painting or tending to your plants.

But it wasn’t that people didn’t like you either, they just didn’t particularly know you very well, but the ones that did were incredibly fond of you. One of them being Steve Harrington. He was the closest you could call a friend among his own group, he was one of the few who didn’t constantly ask you for with history or english homework or if you knew the best possible way to grow roses for an upcoming anniversary.

That being said, Steve still wasn’t your only close friend, the other Jonathan Byers, the infamous outcast mentioned earlier. You’d had known him for over two years and in that time you two got to know and understand one another. He preferred to observe people from angle that was less warped by personal perspective, thus why he was constantly taking pictures, they only showed the truth about people.

And your reasons were a little less poetic. You just would rather spend your time with your books and plants as opposed to the usual pleasantries that was expected of the average teenager. The two of you had a mutual understanding of one another, and thus a friendship was formed.

Though as time passed, the lines  began to blur between companionship and deeper affection for Jonathan, though it wasn’t really a surprise for him. He’d never had someone in his life who understood him so well, apart from his brother but even then there were some things that made it seem you were the only one whom he could talk to of.

However, his shy and more reserved nature made it more of a problem to confront his feelings for you, so he instead preferred to admire from afar and keep it to himself until he had more confirmation about how you felt him.

And while he knew he was more obvious in his fondness for you, as his mother so kindly pointed out one day after you had left his house one day when you had come over as always until your parents would return from work.

“So have you told her yet?” Joyce asked him as she leaned against the kitchen counter.

Jonathan looked from the small pile of polaroids that he had in front of him. “I don’t know what you mean?”

Joyce held back the laugh and strolled over to the dining table and plucking one of the photos from it’s spot before Jonathan could move it away from her. She flipped it over and with a triumphant smiled she showed the photo to him, a candid of you pouring over a History textbook while your reading glasses slowly descended down the bridge of your nose.

“Are you sure about that?” Joyce mused.

Jonathan quickly felt the heat crawl up the back of his neck and it slowly made it’s way to his cheeks as he quickly took the photo from his mother and hiding it away from her. “It was a nice angle.” He mumbled quietly.

Enjoying the newfound embarrassment she was bringing to him. Joyce’s eyes swept across the other photo’s he was trying to hide with his arms. “Really? Is that why you took six of them?” She said with a profound amount of amusement in her tone, only meaning to tease him.

“Please don’t say anything?” He asked helplessly.

Joyce shook her head and crossed her heart. “Not a word.”


“Oh damn.” You said as you scavenged through your bag for your scarf, letting out an annoyed sigh once you realized it wasn’t there. “So much for that.”

“Here.” Jonathan said, taking off his own jacket and placing it on you. “You can borrow mine, I’m not that cold anyways.”

You laughed after he put it on. “No kidding, this is like an oven here.” You said looking over at him with a grin. “You know you’re pretty warm.”

Jonathan smiled and looked down at the gravel. “Yeah, Will tells me the same thing every time I let him wear it too.”

“How is he anyways? Still holding up fine?” You asked him curiously. You had only met Will a few times, anytime you were over at the Byers he was at the Wheeler’s. And during the whole ordeal whenever he was missing you were out of town, and you only received minimal details of what had happened. That being said you were extremely fond of the kid and he looked up to you because of your mutual love for science and art.

Jonathan looked sideways for a second, seeing the genuine look on your face made him feel all warm in his chest. “He’s doing fine, thanks.” He told you, looking up at meeting your eyes for a second before he looked shyly back at the ground. “You know I’ve been meaning to-”


Steve’s voice came calling from the front of the school doors and both you and Jonathan turned to find him coming out of the library doors and jogging up to where you were.

He pulled a bundle of bright red fabric from behind his back and shot you a wide smile. “You almost forgot this.” He said, handing it out for you.

“Oh thank you! I was just gonna get it from the lost and found tomorrow.” You told him, wrapping the scarf around your hands.

Steve shot you a wink and saluted. “Not a problem, I’m always here to help a damsel in distress.”

The two of you shared a laugh before you waved him off, turning to find Jonathan looking pointedly at the ground. “I didn’t know you were with Steve.”

You sighed, knowing the history the two of them had. “He wanted a little extra help with the English assignment and I offered him some help.”


You played with the ends of your scarf for a few seconds before walking up to him and wrapping it around his neck. “Don’t be cross with me, he’s just a friend.”

Jonathan’s eyes fixated themselves on the sudden color around his neck and he smiled. “I’m not mad.” He assured.

“Good! Now come on, I wanna go say hello to your mom.”

“Fine, I’m keeping the scarf though, I think the color suits me better.”

“Only if I can keep the jacket.”


anonymous asked:

In what way is Harry the right person for Ginny? I always got the feeling that he fell in love with her facade of coolness, not the real girl. (Also, he didn't learn anything from his disastrous relationship with Cho, which fell apart because Cho was in too much pain to be fun, and Harry was in too much pain to be considerate of anyone else's feelings.)

Here are some of the ways in which Ginny and Harry fit together: 

  • Humour: they enjoy the same kind of humour - dry, cutting and sarcastic. Also, since Ginny is one of the funnier characters of the series, Harry likes that, especially since he relies very much on humour to get him through difficult situations. Harry craves laughter and humour “But I could do with a few laughs. We could all do with a few laughs. I’ve got a feeling we’re going to need them much more than usual before long.” - Goblet of Fire, p.635. Which is part of the reason why Ginny is definitely a much better romantic companion - because she shares his sense of humour, which is very important in a romantic relationship. Also, look at the way they play off each other, particularly in the tattoo conversation. It is very natural and free flowing.
  • Physical attraction: I wrote about it above. Even when younger, Harry does take appearance of Ginny’s appearance. For example, to name just a few times where this happens, in CoS Ginny is “glowing like the setting sun” and she “blushes to the roots of her flaming hair”. She has “bright brown eyes”. Her hair is described as being “a long mane of red hair”. Even when Ginny is arguably being described neutrally, here in GoF, it’s an opposition to Hermione. In GoF, when Harry sees Hermione and Ginny coming down the stairs of the Burrow, Hermione is described as having “very bushy brown hair and rather large front teeth” while Ginny is described as being “small and red-haired”. And the thing is, you do need physical attraction to spark off a romantic relationship. If you deny this you deny human nature. 
  • Love for Quidditch: It is something that they can bond very strongly over it as well as it definitely being alluded to more than a few times in the series (even in OotP, before their relationship begins). It is about the similar passion for the game.
  • Similar experiences with Voldemort: they do talk about it, particularly in OotP, HBP and DH. A few times, but still, what’s represented on-page is not necessarily the case off-page. Sure, one may look at these few conversations and say, that’s not a lot of conversation they’ve been having. But let’s put it this way: is every conversation between every single character in the books? Of course not. What we are debating about is why their characters fit together, not the way it was written. Also, linked to this of course one of the controversial moments of their relationship is when Harry’s break up with her in the end of HBP. But that just signals why they work so well together. Even if Ginny personally disagreed with the reasons for which he was doing it, she understood it and accepted it.
  • Anti-authoritarianism and individualism: their characters are anti-authoritarian, in contrast to someone like Hermione or to a lesser extent Ron. Both Harry and Ginny have a very individualist and anti-authoritarian streak, Harry from his time at the Dursleys, Ginny from the standards her family (particularly her brothers and her mother) push on her.
Saeyoung Wedding Dance: One Shot

Hello everyone c: since the munchkin war has ended not so long ago, I decided to get started on the Wedding Dace One shots :,) In case you missed the others here they are, Saeran Choi, Jumin Han, Jihyun Kim/V , :) In my personal opinion, this is the most emotional wedding dace one shot I have ever written…  I cried so hard writing this one shit…some of the emotions come from within me… I hope you guys can feel the emotion :) Thank you - Savior Saeran 

Why cant I fake my smile around you? Why did you have to be my biggest weakness. I am suppose to be the strong one but when it comes to you, Im always weak. What have you done to me? 

I breathed in and out watching how my body slowly releases the stress that it has been carrying. However, that moment of release only last a few seconds and then the stress comes back again. I looked at the mirror and saw myself. If people saw my reflection, they would see a clown who is always happy with life no matter what. Sadly, that’s not even the truth at all. When I look at my reflection, I don’t even realize who that person is. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard my best man knocking at the bathroom door. I opened the door and saw my brother/best man, Saeran Choi, and I give him a big old welcome smile. He didn’t even look at me while he walked in and closed the door “How are you feeling?” he asked with sincerity. I gave him a quick glance and walked towards the sink to take a better look into the mirror “The real question is ‘how are you feeling brother’, you look like an adorable penguin!” I managed to say with a chuckle. I noticed his stern face expression because of the mirror and I noticed him walking towards me. He put his hand in his pocket and took out a long black box and opened it. I was shocked seeing chain with a cross in the box.  He looked into my stunned eyes and took out the chain from the box and showed it to me “I know that I caused a lot of trouble for you and (y/n) and I may not say it often, but I appreciate the both of you so much. You two are my family and I uh love you um b-brother” he said softly. He then proceeded to put the chain on me “Now while I fix this, why don’t you tell me how you are really feeling?” he looked up with a smile on his face. There are only two people who can knows the real me: my brother who has a special place in my heart, and the love of my life, (f/n) (l/n), who has the power over my body and soul. I looked at him while my act slowly breaks apart infant of him and he pulled me into a hug and I hold on tightly crying, mumbling my fears and joys. He held me tighter and I cried harder. 


The exact moment when I heard the double doors open and the church/space station was playing the wedding song, I saw the birth of a beautiful angel. An angel god sent me and my family, to help us continue on with life. Many hours passed and we made it to our reception. Thankfully god made (y/n) perfectly for me because she didnt get upset when I mentioned months back that the wedding dance song will be a surprised. I know she may be thinking we are going to do something silly but she will be wrong. I need her to know how much I love and appreciate her. I guided her to the middle of the dance floor and signaled for the lights to dim down a bit. I looked at Saeran so he can signal the DJ to start the song for our first dance: Because You Loved Me by Celine Dion

For all those times you stood by me, For all the truth that you made me see, For all the joy you brought to my life, For all the wrong that you made right, For every dream you made come true, For all the love I found in you, I’ll be forever thankful baby, You’re the one who held me up, Never let me fall, You’re the one who saw me through through it all

She looked so beautiful that I wondered what exactly did I do to deserve to be her true ending. She could of had anyone but she choosed me out of billion of people out there. (Y/N) decided to spend the rest of eternity together with me and I am truly blessed. I gave her a twirl while we were dancing and when she came back to me I leaned in closer so she can hear my words “Can I show my true feelings for you” I asked softly. You looked at me with your beautiful eyes and tip toed to my ear “Of course my amazing husband” you said sweetly. Ugh. Your voice makes my heart melt. I brought you closer to me and gave a heavy sigh “ Im honestly really scared to tell you but I need you to know this because you are stuck with me till we get grey and old. When I had to search you information before you can officially become an RFA member, what caught my attention was your facial expressions. It had so much sincerity that it astonished  me that someone can be so pure. After having the honor of meeting you, I pushed you away because I wasn’t worthy of your love. I was suppose to be miserable because I don’t deserve happiness. You slowly became my happiness and I resented you for it because I didn't want to taint you with my darkness. I would never of imagined in a million of years, that my God sent me you to prevent myself from being consumed in darkness.” The memories of our journey was hitting me like a ton of bricks. I brought her closer to me just imagining if my greatest fear did come true. What happened if I actually love my brother and my love? The thought of that made me crack up the chain I had around my heart that only I could ever open. 

You were my strength when I was weak, You were my voice when I couldn’t speak, You were my eyes when I couldn’t see, You saw the best there was in me, Lifted me up when I couldn’t reach, You gave me faith ‘coz you believed I’m everything I am, Because you loved me

I was scared to show her how I truly felt because what happened if she realizes that I’m only alive because of her? I decided to ignore my negatives thoughts and lightly gave a quick dip and then brought you back to me. I caressed your beautiful skin that somehow belong to me now “Thank you (y/n) for accepting all of me. You were the only one in the RFA to laugh at my jokes and never once, never fucking one you called me weird or made fun of. You actually understood me and that scared me. It scared me because you saw through the many mask I had and I knew I didn’t deserve you. I was too broken for you or for anyone else to fix. Somehow you saw past Agent 707 and Luciel and noticed how fucked up Saeyoung Choi really is. You didn’t care how much I hated myself because you were always there. You were there when I cried myself to sleep, when I tried to take my life away, when I tried to push everyone away…. you were always there. Why did you pick me? Why did you decide to make me your final route? There is a saying that whoever you made your final route is the one that you were always destined to be with. Thank you for allowing me, no I’m sorry, for giving me the honor to be your soulmate. If it wasn’t for your love (y/n) I wouldn’t have learned to love myself. I wouldn’t  even have my brother back in my life. If it wasn’t for your help, we would be distance but you helped us became a family again. Damn (y/n), I owe my life to you and I’m not afraid to admit it. Thank you for making me feel human.”

You gave me wings and made me fly, You touched my hand I could touch the sky, I lost my faith, you gave it back to me, You said no star was out of reach You stood by me and I stood tall, I had your love I had it all, I’m grateful for  each, day you gave me, Maybe I don’t know that much, But I know this much is true, I was blessed because I was loved by you

Just feeling your arms intertwined behind my back felt like a dream. Did I really deserve this? If this was a dream, I’m going to cherish this moment forever because if I wake up and you weren’t next to me, I would at least have you in my dreams. Call me selfish but I’m glad you chose me in the end. I will forever thank the man above for allowing me to be your true ending.  Looking at your face lend against my chest while we move around in circles sends chills throughout my body. Knowing for a fact this is reality brings tears to my eyes and its finally time I told you how much I truly worship you.

You were always there for me, The tender wind that carried me, A light in the dark shining your love into my life, You’ve been my inspiration, Through the lies you were the truth, My world is a better place because of you

I grabbed your hands from behind my back and brought them to lips. I kissed it ever so gently and looking into your beautiful eyes killed me. I am alive because of your beating heart. I am happy because of you gave me a reason to be happy about something. Just waking up next to you, whether you are snoring or not makes me happy. When we have petty arguments it made me happy because it just meant that we were going to come out of it stronger. Emotions started to flow throughout my body because the chain around my heart finally broke. I fell to my knees and started to sob while my hands clenched around yours “You were always there for me, when I thought all hope was lost, I looked for your hand to hold to reassure me that everything was going to be okay. You are my strength (y/n) choi and every ounce of cell that created me belongs to you. You own me because you prevented me from giving up hope on love and life.” Tears and love were flowing out of my body because I was finally giving my all to you. I hold your hand even tighter because I’m not finished yet “The tender wind that carried me, when I was down you helped me get back up. You were there defending me from the world because you knew how badly the world hurt me. You looked past my faults, and accepted me for who I am!! You are my shield and I promise you that I will catch every star and hand it to you. You deserve every thing in the world and I promise that I will fight for you and make sure you are happy, because your happiness fuels me into becoming a better person (y/n). A light in the dark shining your love into my life, when you tried to love me I tried to stop you because how can you love someone who died many years back? You didnt care because you knew there was still life in my trying to fight the darkness and I couldn’t do it alone. You extended your hand to me my love and I thank you for not letting me die. You’ve been my inspiration, through the lies you were the truth, you were the one (y/n) to show me the truth of it all. When I found out the truth about Rika and Jihyun, you were there to keep me steady. You were also there to show me that its okay to be sad. That its okay to feel worthless because they are all reasonable emotions but you also showed me that I cant be in that state forever. You helped me become a better Saeyoung and I will forever worship the ground you walk on. I look forward to the day I can tell our children our love story. I look forward to spending the rest of my life with you (y/n). My world is a better place because of you, and when I take my last breath looking into your eyes our story will rewind quickly in my head before I close my eyes for the last time. Just know this (y/n), when the time does come for me to leave this earth, just know my soul and heart will forever stay with you. Just know I will be protecting you and my brother even when I’m not there. Just know, I will be waiting for you my love so we can spend paradise together”. 

I’m everything I am
Because you loved me

You helped me back up and embraced me into a hug. I hold you tightly wanting our body and souls to become one. I notice that you pulled away ever so slightly giving room for your hand to signal someone to come over. I tried looking but the tears in my eyes were giving my vision a hard time. I then felt a delicate hand wiping my tears away and I was able to see my brother having tears in his eyes. I cleaned his tears away just like when we were little kids. I then grabbed (y/n) and Saeran closer to me into a big hug “Thank you for everything. I will am forever thankful for the both of you. (Y/N) I love you and thank you for making us a family again” I felt the arms of my brother and my wife wrap around me and I knew from this moment I had two rocks in my life. I would die for this two people. They are my biggest weakness and I will forever show them how much I love them till my last breath. 

Thank You. 

Thank you (y/n). 

I’m everything I am, because you love me (y/n)

I love you my angel. 

The last time I talk about Afram Ithro’s character...I PROMISE

I think something that a lot of people don’t realize is that Afram Ithro LITERALLY just acts like your typical Icelandic elf.

From what I’ve learned (things I’ve gathered from online sources), …elves in Iceland can kind of get away with doing whatever the hell they want.

Elves in Iceland are respected, but greatly feared- and for a good reason.

Elves historically were seen as prosperous to Icelandic people during times were the people struggled. And as long as you did what an elf wanted, good fortune was sent your way and they might help you.

But if you pissed an elf off or didn’t do what they wanted…you were basically fucked. People believed that if you didn’t listen to an elf, bad things would happen to you.

Basically, when it came to elves, they’d either reward you or punish you, depending on your actions.  So when an elf wants something out of you…you better fucking do it.

And what Afram Ithro wanted out of the people of Latibaer was for them to all get along and live a healthy lifestyle, so they could work together properly for the sports competition. In short, he wanted to help the Mayor do his job. 

He meant well, wanting to help everyone and all- but he handled everyone in the “elf” way- …and the elf way of handling people honestly, can sometimes be kind of dickish. I’ll be blunt here: elves can be real dicks sometimes.

We all know that Afram Ithro is very straightforward, telling people exactly what he wanted them to do and how and why what they had been doing was wrong. That’s because since he’s an elf, he feels no need to sugarcoat anything or to be less blunt. He’s telling them what they should do; he expects them to do it because he’s an elf. That’s it. End of story.  And when they resist? In true elf fashion, he gives them a hard time, because like I said, when an elf wants something out of you, you better fucking do it.

Halla wasn’t going to be nice? Naturally, Ithro wouldn’t be nice back. That’s the elfish way of thinking. It’s a  fucked up way of thinking, but that’s how elves roll.

Don’t like him coming into your home with no warning? Well, he’s an elf, who is here to try to help you. So he gets to.

Ithro tells Siggi to eat less sweets. For a moment, Siggi tries to argue. How dare you argue with an elf though? Clearly, as the elf, he knows best, so he’s going to point out how candy and no exercise is making your body all soft. Don’t like it? Don’t argue with him then.

…And even though he might make some of the people he talks with uncomfortable, not a single one tried to call him out for it- because people know that you do what the elf wants, if you want good things to happen to you. And if they don’t listen to him, the people can expect something really bad. You’re supposed to go out of your way to please an elf and not upset them. They should see it coming if they do wrong, since everyone knows what elves are like. Afram Ithro’s behavior is excused by the people of Latibaer because that is how all elves tend to act. And to be honest…even if he didn’t exactly handle everyone in the nicest way, compared to some other things elves are said to do…Ithro could’ve honestly done a lot worse. So maybe to Latibaer…Afram Ithro was nice, as far as elves go.

Afram Ithro is likely not even aware that the way he’s acting isn’t 100% right, because he’s an elf and elves always get to get away with it.

He’s just being an elf.  And that’s why Afram Latibaer was a success in Iceland. Everyone there knows what elves are like, so they saw nothing wrong with Ithro’s approach towards the townsfolk.

But after Afram Latibaer, Magnus started to see the problem with using an elf character in his approach to get kids healthy (more on that here).  In reality, being a bossy little elf who lectures kids isn’t the best way to get them to want to eat right and exercise. The kids in Afram did it because they felt like they had to. Magnus wanted to get kids to want to, because that is more effective long-term.

That’s why he switched from using an elf to using a superhero when making Sportacus. Superheroes are role models who are much more gentle with people, and they are much more universally understood and recognized. It’s a lot more effective using a role model that kids want to be like, than making kids do what he wanted because an elf said “you better, or else”.

Even if you look at GGIL Ithro, he’s still supposed to be an elf, …but he acts a lot less like a typical elf, and much more like a superhero, a lot closer to Sportacus. GGIL Ithro and Sportacus are not your typical elves, while Afram Ithro is.

tldr: You have issues with Afram Ithro? That’s totally fine. Magnus did too at the end of the day. Afram acts the way he does because he’s written as an elf and not a superhero. You can like him or not (I personally find his “elfness” interesting), but he’s not purposefully written to be an awful asshole. Elves just happen to be dicks sometimes. But we can all agree that people shouldn’t treat each other the way that Afram Ithro did the citizens of Latibaer. Humans can’t hide behind the “Elf” card.

Too Close~Part 2 (Jughead Jones)

A/N: Here’s part 2. Enjoy. Also I’m really close to 200 followers which is just fucking mind blowing to me.

Summary: Cheryl visits you again and gives you the news that Polly Copper escaped from the home which gives you an idea.

Pairing: Jughead x Blossom!reader

Word Count: 1281

Warnings: Swearing

Other Parts: Part 1-Part 3-Part 4-Part 5

Originally posted by wanximoff

She wanted to scream at him. She wanted to scream that she wanted her back too. She had already lost a sibling and she didn't’ want to loose the other. She wanted to scream that she was scared. Scared that Y/N was going to get to deep into this and end up right where Jason was. But she couldn’t. Not when she knew that if she said too much, if she told people that Y/N believed that their parents might be hiding something, she would end up putting both of them in a lot of danger.

~Y/N P.O.V.~

It was about a week later when Cheryl came back. I had been off throughout the week. All I could think of was Jughead sitting on the bleachers of Riverdale High, alone. I used to sit there with him, reading, doing homework or just listening to music while he wrote. We stayed on the bleachers because Juggie was an outcast and I was that one Blossom that interacted with the outcasts. I was only tolerated by the other students because of my siblings social status. If I wasn’t a Blossom, I’m sure that i would be ridiculed, teased and probably in the play book at least twice by now.

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niallspringsteen  asked:

maybe things you said after the end for lilo, or things you said with miles between us for nouis? lOVE U

things you said with miles between us for nouis

The first text Louis gets from Niall in two months is a selfie of him looking sunburnt all to hell, with a generous helping of stubble on his face and the stiff hair he gets from saltwater. He looks at it for fifteen straight minutes, memorizing the blue of his eyes, the cut of his bare collarbones, the dark roots peeking out more than they’ve any right to.

Then he shoots off, looks great lad ! and throws his phone to the side.

He meant to sleep in this morning, snatch a few couple of precious hours of sleep before he goes over to Bria’s to get the little lad. But instead he’s up at 8 am, hating himself and thinking about Niall.

Not hating himself because he’s thinking about Niall. He thinks about Niall often. In a friendly sort of way, in that way where you think about your mates because they’re your mates and you like thinking about them.

He thinks.

It makes sense, in a way, Niall’s fucked off somewhere and not told anyone where he’s gone. Or at least he’s not told Louis. He said he’d do that, he’d lose himself out in some small corner of the world where no one’s going to take his picture.

I’ll come looking for you, Louis had promised. He hasn’t even made it out of LA yet.

He doesn’t need to follow Niall around anymore, really. He’s traveled the damn planet with Niall three times over, and he’s got to settle down now. He’s got to grow some roots for a while, tend to his family. Become a homebody for the first time in his life. Even if that does sound more exhausting than touring.

He doesn’t expect his phone to start ringing, but it does.

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anonymous asked:

Can you do one where he is mad at you for something you didn't do and it causes a big fight... But then you make-up

“How many times will I have to tell I didn’t do it?!” I yelled at him, his face red in with anger and the effort to scream back at me.

We had been going on about this for almost an hour now. Harry had been acting strange for a few days now, always with a frown on his face and pretty much silent the whole day. The only times he talked to me were when it was absolutely necessary. At first, I didn’t think much of it. Being a couple for almost a year and a half now and living together for 8 months, we both had learned we needed some time for ourselves, sometimes. With all the stress he had been piling up on his shoulders, with all the “we’re taking a break” thing with the band, I understood he needed his me time, so I just let him be for a while. But it had been almost a week he was giving the silent treatment and I was done. I needed to know what happened, I needed to understand what had him so upset. So I asked him… and that was my mistake.

The second the question came out of my mouth, he was yelling at me. I had never in my life seen him so mad about something, not even when work was becoming too much. But he was full on yelling. When a person is so sweet and caring like Harry is, it takes something really bad to make them get that much out of control and angry Harry was something I had only seen once in my life and when it happened, I had promised myself to never get into a fight to get him that mad because it was scary as hell.

What happened was that someone hacked into his twitter account and started liking a bunch of porn pictures. I was guilty of hacking into his twitter before, but I’ve never done this before. The only type of thing I liked were kitten pics and just some bullshit that went around on his timeline, just for the hell of it. I understand why he thought it was me, because of past occurrences but this time, I hadn’t done it. Now, I wouldn’t have gotten into an argument with him about some shit likes this, but I hated being accused of something I didn’t do. And I hated even more when I told people it wasn’t me and they refused to believe me. He had been refusing for an hour and I was sick of it.

“C’mon now, it couldn’t have been anyone else! You’re the only one that knows my phone password and my twitter’s. Why don’t you just admit it and we can get passed this? I’ll do some damage control and that’s that.” He said, his voice lower now but a deep frown set on his face and his chest going up and down from the effort of yelling before.

“Because it fucking wasn’t me, Harry!” I yelled back at him. “Look, we were out last night with your friends and I spent the whole night talking to Alexa. It couldn’t have been me, because I have more to do than doing stupid shit like this when I fucking know how it would damage your image. I am not stupid, you fucking asshole!” I cried out, the tears pushing out of my eyes before I could control them. His face softened immediately and I could see the anger washing away on his face, his mouth opening and closing a few times before he could say anything else.

“Babe…” He started but I cut him off.

“Save it.” I said, trying to clean the tears away from my face and turning my back to him.

Walking up the stairs, I locked myself away in the guest room. I didn’t feel like lying on our bed and I knew he would try to talk to me there and I didn’t wanna see his face. Between tears and sobs and not believing how a stupid thing like that, I ended up falling asleep, my eyes still burning from the tears and my heart heavy on my chest.


I didn’t know how long it had been since I had fallen asleep like that but when I woke up, my body was sore and my eyes were swollen and hurting from the amount of crying I had done. The sun had set outside and the air was chilly, making a chill run down my spine. Unlocking the door and walking out of the room, I went to the bedroom, changing from the outfit I had put on today into some boy shorts, thigh highs and a hoodie, washing my face to try and get away with the puffiness.

I was alone, Harry nowhere to be found, not even in his office and I sighed, a tear rolling down my face before I could hold back. We had never fought like this before, so it was scary to wake up and not find him there.

After making myself a cup of tea and curling up on the big sofa in the living room, I tried to distract myself with a little bit of mindless television. Tuning in on a weird comedy show on tv, I curled myself up until I was cozy enough to relax, even though that wasn’t an option. I was sleeping again when I heard the door opening and closing, the heels of Harry’s boots making noise against the hardwood floors, before he took them off. Sighing, I turned my head back to the pillow and closed my eyes, hoping I would fall back to sleep so I wouldn’t have to face him but, unfortunately, fate wasn’t on my side.

I felt Harry’s heavy hand on my shoulder and I refused to open my eyes, turning my back to him and nuzzling against the blankets again.

“C’mon babe, talk to me.” He whispered and I shook my head no, already feeling the tears swelling up on my eyes. “Please baby girl, I’m- I’m sorry.” He said, his voice sounding a little rough.

“I didn’t do it, Harry.” I whispered back, a sob shaking through my body and I heard Harry sigh, pulling me up on his arms and going towards our bedroom. I was still crying when we got there, even though he had already whispered “I’m sorry” a thousand times.

Lying me down on the mattress, he pulled the blankets always from me and made me get under the covers. He took off his shirt and his jeans, leaving only the black boxers on before scooting in beside me and pulling me to his body. He nuzzled my neck, a light kiss on my heand before coming closer.

“It was Nick.” He whispered and I gasped, the tears still fresh on my face. “He stole my phone while I was talking to the guys and liked a whole bunch of stuff. I called him to talk about our fight and he told it was him.” Harry said and I nodded, sniffing.

He turned me around, lying on top of me and I turned my face, trying to hide from him. I didn’t want him to see how sad I was, even though it was his fault.

“Hey, baby girl. Please look at me.” He asked and I sobbed, turning my face and looking up at him. “I’m sorry. I was a proper dick to you. I should’ve believed you.” His face was pained, his eyes not sparkling like always and I shrugged.

“It’s fine. You don’t trust me, I understand.” I said, shrugging and turning to the side again.

“Hey, no!” He exclaimed, his hands coming to my chin and making me look at him again. “I trust you, baby, I do. I trust you with my life. I was just-I think things are starting to be too much and in my stress, I wasn’t thinking straight ok? Please don’t say that again.” He begged, searching for my eyes.

“Don’t ever, ever, do that again, Harry.” I said, breathing in stop myself from crying.

“I promise I won’t. I’m so sorry, please forgive me, Love.” Harry asked, his face showing his sincerity. His green eyes sparkled at me and he looked like he was about to cry if I didn’t say anything and my heart hurt.

“I fucking hate Nick right now.” I grunted and Harry laughed out, a single tear slipping and coming down his face. I rubbed my thumb under his eyes and he closed them, leaning in to my hand while I caressed him.

“I’m sorry. I love you.” He whispered, opening his eyes to look intensely at me. “I love you so much, I don’t ever wanna fight like that again.”

“I love you too, you dumbass.” I said and he leaned in, his lips brushing mine before he pressed them together. His tongue was touching mine in no time, his hands running over my body while mine tangled in his hair.

“Please let me make it up to you babe…” He whispered against my lips and I nodded, his lips leaving mine and running down my neck, a shiver taking over my body.

We stayed like that all night, his lips worshipping body and mending our pieces back together, so many whispered “I love you’s” I ended up losing count and my mind, while our bodies were connected. His clamy skin sticking to mine, while he fell on top of me after we were spent, our breathing slowing down until exhaustion took it’s toll and we ended up sleeping tangled together, his lips pressed to my neck and his heavy weight and warmth being the one thing that glued us back again.


There’s no smut but I hope you like it! B xx

@bigjellymonster ‘Drarry 4. In The Moment Kiss’

If I had answered the ask it would’ve gone to my main so i’m gonna do this instead.

Homosexuality in the wizarding world is not as wholly accepted as it was in the muggle world. Wizards, pure bloods especially, were not really supportive of homosexuality because they needed to continue the name. 

This is exactly why Draco Malfoy was freaking out when he caught himself staring at blokes rather than birds. Surely this was just a phase. It had to be. He was the only Malfoy Heir, he had to marry a bird to continue the Malfoy name. 

It started in third year when he was changing into his quiddith uniform before a match.. The fit bodies around him. Causing his breathing to increase in speed and his blood start to move faster. He had to get changed quickly or he would do something he would regret later that night… He rushed out of the room after finishing changing, breath hitching as he choked to get air in his lungs.. No no no. This can’t be happening. He can’t be gay. He can’t be. He has to carry on his name… 


Practice came to an end and Draco didn’t even change back… He ran back to the castle to find Pansy. She would know what to do. She could help him figure this out.

Turns out Pansy is in the same position as he is. But she did offer that if needed, she would marry him so their parents wouldn’t question it, while in reality, they were free to date others that they truly wanted to date.. She was the best friend he had here.. She understood him and offered solutions that worked for both of them. For the first time that day, he felt like it might be all okay in the end.

Harry Potter

Perfect Potter

Saint Potter

With his messy dark hair that looked so perfect to run fingers through

With his unmatched skill in quidditch

With his bright green eyes that looked like grass in the spring time

Perfect Potter… 

How dare he unknowingly make Draco Malfoy fall for him

Fall hard

Fall fast

And yet… He didn’t want to get back up.

Has Potter always looked that good in his quidditch robes? Certainly he probably did, but it’s just Draco finally looking long enough to notice. 

The game ends as it always does. Potter gets the bloody snitch and wins the game. Yet unlike all other games, a weird warmth grows in Draco’s stomach as he sees Harry smiling widely. Knowing there would be a celebration later. 

Saint Potter

With a smile like a group of stars

His feet were planted where they were. He couldn’t move, no matter how much he wanted to. His eyes were glued to the sight of Potter being lifted onto the shoulders of his teammates as he holds the snitch above his head. 

Perfect Potter

With crinkles near his eyes from smiling so much

As soon as Potter’s feet hit the ground again Draco marched over to where he stood, slapped Potter across the cheek. Hard enough to leave an angry mark, and then proceeded to grab him by the collar, and plant a firm kiss on Harry’s pink lips. He could feel the eyes of his teammates and his house staring at them, but he couldn’t find it in him to care. 

He broke the kiss and let out a sigh.

“Fucking Perfect Potter.” Draco sneered as he walked off, running a hand through his platinum blonde hair. 

Harry however, could not be more confused as to what just ensued…

Standing 4'10" tall, I was 13 the first time I was arrested.  

I wasn’t actually under arrest, though.

See, it was the first time I was experiencing a psychotic break and, not knowing what else to do, my mother called the police and an ambulance assuming they’d be able to help. Because that’s what you’re told. The police are there to help you.

By the time they arrived– very quickly, 10 minutes– I was already out of my psychotic state. I was fully self-aware, remember what happened and understood why they were there. I told them I was okay, I cried that I was fine and I hid under the computer desk from the EMT who tried to pull me out of the room and down the stairs to the waiting ambulance.

Marking me down as ‘resistant’ and 'uncooperative’ she left to grab an officer who then told me that “we can do this the easy way or the hard way” while standing in the doorway, one hand on his gun and the other on the door frame. I told him I didn’t want to do this anyway, that I was fine. Please leave.

And, before calling for 'backup’ he responded: 'The hard way it is.’

Now this, this is where things get blurry.

I remember getting past him because I was small and in a typical, stupid display of masculine intimidation he stood with a wide stance I was able to dive under. The door to our apartment crammed with 3 other officers, there wasn’t a way out, so I did the next best thing and ran for my room. Climbing in the closet seemed like the safest option, so I crammed myself between boxes and clothes.

I would have bruises on my upper arm from one of them wrenching me out by it and twisting it behind my back. No other options for escape I bit him, hard. At least as hard as he was holding me, hard enough to make him scream and let go. I didn’t, though.

And that’s what led to the second cop grabbing me by the hair and pulling me free of the my hiding spot. By the time the three of us untangled, he had a handful of hair, I had a mouthful of blood and the third cop had flooded into the room to box me in and took up a position to block off the closet door again. Surrounded, I dove for the bed hoping to crawl from foot to head and go around them and dart out the bedroom door.

I didn’t make it that far. Adults move quicker than children, and they managed to pin me in place on the bed, head between the wall and the mattress. Thrashing proved moderately effective for stalling the inevitable, but I can’t really give a rundown on anything here other than the fact that the radiator was very dusty and the wall was very hard when the began slamming my head into it in an attempt to 'control the situation.’

One very, very lucky kick got one of my legs free and you better believe I kicked it out as fast and as hard as possible to regain my freedom. It didn’t work particularly well, but it stalled longer until they bent me practically in half by the forearms and handcuffed me so hard my hands would be cold within minutes.

Getting control of my free leg, they shackled my feet together with a second pair a cuffs to keep that from happening again (apparently I kicked one of them in the crotch, my dad told me later).

I still put up as much of a fight as I could while they got me on a stretcher, using another set for each arm to keep me in place and strapping me down. An EMT provided a surgical mask to put on my face once I started spitting, which I got off pretty easily using my tongue.This is when they threatened me with pepper spray, holding the canister right in front of my face. 

At that point, I was fucking angry okay? They’d been wailing on me for almost an hour, yanking my hair, throwing me around. Once I was tied into the stretcher completely I tried flailing again and knocked it over, biting one of the officers again just for good measure– he called me a psychotic bitch and slapped me across the face.I told him to 'fucking try it.’

But that was the end of it. I was out of energy, out of willpower and just out of it in general. I remember my mom crying and apologizing– she’d been begging them to stop the whole time, demanding that they leave me alone, leave the apartment, to get out.  

The pictures they took in the ER of those bruises are probably in my medical files somewhere, and if I can locate them I may break my “no selfies on tumblr” rule to add them. I walked away with only a few inches of my arms not covered in bruises, two black eyes, a split lip and the very distinct pattern of bruising across my shoulders and neck that comes from a grown man pushing his full weight down on a much smaller body.

All told, they broke approximately 1/8 of my belongings kicking and throwing things around the room.

They forced me into the hospital for a 24 hour evaluation after denying the bruises across my entire body were from them. They used the fact that my father was a licensed gun owner to suggest I was being abused and perhaps they was the source of the bruises. It took nine hours of asking in the hospital for someone to bring me for an x-ray of my wrists– swollen to the size of oranges– to see if they were broken.Blood was drawn every hour, on the hour. I don’t know why– the only results in my records are tox-screens which don’t need to be done hourly?

I walked away from the experience knowing the next time (which would be at 16, for much different reasons) I was going to make it actually count.

This is okay to reblog, especially if you’re neurotypical.

the boys you do || calum hood

“Hey Cal… can I ask you a question?” you asked the person you considered one of your best friends for over 5 years now. He’s sat on a couch backstage, you were visiting on tour because you’d called last week and told Cal you just couldn’t possibly go another day without seeing his chubby cheeks. Cal chuckled at you, which you swore was your favorite sound, and then told you to come on out.

“You just did.” he chuckled, but patted the spot next to him, indicating you should sit. You roll your eyes, but take the spot. “Is that my flannel you’re wearing?” he asks, “How long have you had that. Hell it doesn’t matter, I’m pretty sure it looks better on you.” he shrugs.

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amazingmrcinema007  asked:

I honestly didn't think I was ever going to find another reactions blog that included Mass Effect characters ever again. Mass Effect companions react to Shepard pulling a prank on them every once in a while.

That was my thoughts as well, that’s partly why I made this blog! - Mod Jade

Garrus: honestly it kind of scared him at first, not that the turian would ever admit that. Pranking isn’t really a cultural thing with turians, so when Shepard first pulled a prank on him, he thought it was some kind of punishment for doing something wrong. Once Shepard explained the concept to him however, he was actually pleased to be on the Commander’s list of friends, even if he didn’t start really retaliating until ME2. If Romanced; same initial reaction, only when he begins to retaliate, he and Shepard tend to up the ante every prank until things get totally out of hand. But it brings them closer together and they laugh about it afterwards.

Ashley: she was not impressed to be pranked by her Commander. Seriously, the great Commander Shepard? This immature? But she does have a lot of sisters, so she sees the fun in it, and usually joins in with the Commander’s pranks on the crew members, even pulls a few on Shepard in revenge. If Romanced; “if you wanted me in bed, you could have asked instead of dousing me with water Shepard!” Ash is always on the look-out for pranks, and Shepard has to be extra-sneaky in order to catch her off guard.

Kaidan: he’s pretty upset by it when it first happens, at BAaT the only pranks ever pulled on him were cruel, not in the spirit of play. Shepard will stop if he asks them to, otherwise he won’t say anything to the Commander about the pranks they pull, just to disappoint them as they wait for a reaction. If Romanced; Shepard loves him, so it couldn’t possibly mean to upset him, he knows that. He starts to see the fun in pranks, and pulls a few of his own against Shepard, but they’re really bad and he gets found it almost immediately. Shepard trains him in the art of pranks, and soon they’re both pranking their squadmates like there’s no tomorrow.

Wrex: Wrex’s first reaction, like with anything, was to see it as a challenge to catch the other off guard. Who the better warrior was depended on how many succesful pranks one pulled, and Wrex was determined to be the winner. It made life on the Normandy a little more chaotic as Wrex vowed to prove himself the best prankster on the ship. 

Liara: like Garrus, she was frightened by the first incident, as she didn’t know enough about humans to know it was just a bit of fun and thought Shepard was angry with her. Shepard explained to her that humans did that among friends, and again the asari misunderstood the concept of pranks and when trying to reciprocate her pranks were a little…wrong. Like putting a dead mouse in Shepard’s desk, and tossing all of Kaidan’s boots out the airlock. Shepard had to sit her down and teach her how good-natured pranks should be. If Romanced; Aprils’ Fools Day is Liara’s favourite human holiday. It’s an annual tradition that she and Shepard pull elaborate and escalating pranks on each other throughout the day, no matter where they are. Liara once sent a package of sticky glitter to Shepard from Thessia, and couldn’t stop laughing when Shepard got her on the vid, covered in glitter even after three weeks. 

Tali: she was angry at first, thinking the act was out of cruelty, and angrily confronted Shepard about their prank. Once she understood the concept though, she didn’t mind so much. She never attempted any pranks of her own. Well, none that you can prove anyway. Tali has an excellent way of getting others to do her bidding for her, leaving a very paranoid Shepard. If Romanced; she thinks it’s sweet, Shepard’s sharing their sense of humour with her and they know they’re close enough that Tali understands that, so she never minds the pranks, even if they scare her sometimes. She still retains her habit of getting others to prank Shepard back in retaliation, especially EDI.

Zaeed: hates it. forever and always. Shepard would be wise to never make an attempt to prank Zaeed again. Not if they value their life. And their favourite rifle.

Legion: seriously doesn’t get it. the idea of doing semi-bad things to people you like confuses him, organics are so weird. Not many pranks successfully work on him anyway, his processors usually alert him to any abnormalities there may be in the AI Core and he’s quick to remove them. 

Grunt: like Wrex he sees it as a challenge. a personal one. Grunt’s too big to go skulking around the Normandy without being noticied, so he saves his pranks for shore leave. they’re usually pretty crazy too, and he usually ends up in lockup for a few hours with Shepard and whoever else he decided to pull pranks on. Grunt loves them, they’re really fun and it’s like a bonding exercise with his krantt for him, it makes him feel like he belongs somewhere for the first time since he left his tank. 

Jack: oh-ho-ho no. you want to dance Shepard? then let’s dance. Jack at first is extremely pissed, she feels disrespected and threatened, and no matter what Shepard tells her she’ll still resent it. Doesn’t stop her from dishing it back though. Shepard and Jack’s pranks are usually on the violent and often dangerous side, and funnily enough it causes them to grow closer. Jack thinks it’s fun, the more dangerous the outcome the better, and appreciates how Shepard can take as much as they dish it out. If Romanced; the pranks take a more…sexual turn. And Jack has a few tricks up her sleeve to gain the upper hand in that regard. Honestly the amount of times Shepard’s clothes have gone ‘missing’ when they go for a shower, or Jack’s wardrobe is replaced with frilly under garments and baby pink dresses is ridiculous.    

Miranda: she honestly hates the idea and thinks it’s so immature, not to mention time-wasting. They’ve got a job to do! Even though she hates the stupid childish behaviour, you better believe she’ll retaliate for her pride if nothing else. If Romanced; the back-and-forth pranks are like a dance of dominance, just which one of us is the best Shepard? who’s more intelligent, quick-witted, creative, and secretive? they turn it into a competition, and they’re especially competitive when they turn their pranks on their squadmates instead of each other.  

Jacob: he’s served in the Alliance, and he’s seen coping mechanisms like this before. Shepard is annoyed with his reaction to their pranks being to suggest they have a talk with Kelly. Shepard quickly loses interest in pranking Jacob, but every now and then Jacob will prank Shepard in little ways; like putting super-glue on their coffee cup, and Shepard will never suspect him. He’ll just be chuckling in the background as they go crazy over finding out who pranked them. If Romanced; he’s caught in the act once, and Shepard realizes Jacob’s actually more into pranking than they believed. In fact his sense of humour is almost on par with theirs, why don’t they show it more often? Jacob usually only pranks Shepard when they’re alone, like in their cabin, he doesn’t make it a public spectacle. But Shepard can’t resist embarrassing Jacob in front of the whole ship.

Kasumi: she loves it, thinks it’s good fun. she never gets caught setting up pranks of her own, and the mystery pranks are always blamed on Shepard by the rest of the crew. Shepard and Kasumi love to mess with each other, replacing their weapon’s ammo with shells of salt, their shampoo with shaving cream, switching the labels on similar-looking foods, etc. the crew usually stay out of the way when those two are on a pranking spree.

Thane: he finds it amusing, he used to play little tricks on Irrikah sometimes, and it’s nice to have something to genuinely smile at. the fact that he’s always so stoic when pranking Shepard back makes it difficult to be caught at it, and honestly just makes it funnier for Shepard. If Romanced; it reminds him of happier times, and it hurts just a little, especially when he lapses into solipsism, but he appreciates the little distractions from the gloomier things in his mind. He appreciates Shepard’s humour too, and is always so smug when a prank against Shepard goes just right. 

Samara: she doesn’t necessarily understand the pranks or their purpose. most of time they don’t affect her, but she makes sure to react accordingly so Shepard is happily satisfied with their work. she finds it cute, it makes her think of her daughters when they were young. so she always indulges Shepard to make them happy.

EDI: “I don’t ‘like’ things the way organics do, but I enjoy the complexity of the challenge that these pranks present. it is…fun.” EDI is eager to learn more about humour and organics- especially human humour at that. EDI really likes to try and set up her own pranks, that are usually so cringeworthy Shepard loves them. Joker often joins in her pranks or gives her new ideas. He regrets that when she becomes EDI’s next prank victim.

James: James can’t get enough of the pranks to be honest, things like that is what makes the Alliance great. But it’s what makes the Normandy crew especially great. He loves to feel that comradeship between the crew members, but he thinks it’s totally awesome to see that level of casualness in his Commander. He’ll always prank them back, they usually involve covering Shepard in various types of substances that are very hard to wash off. Shepard’s involve stealing all his shirts and whistling when he walks around the ship shirtless looking for them.

Javik: primitive bullshit. no thanks.

Let me make it up to you (Jooheon) SMUT

Originally posted by jooheonl

Request: Heyyy I really love your blog. Take your time with requests and you have a great blog! Okay im a ho for Jooheon smuts so can i request one where you two get in a bad argument and he see leaves for a little while, but when he comes back he sees you crying so he gets all dom yet really romantic and gentle to make up for making you cry. thanks~~

IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER! Ill make it somewhat long bc I told you “tomorrow” but its been like 2 weeks i think…….

I hope you like it~~~

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Accidental Fusion - a fanfic

I’m too freakin deep in this fandom -throws this- I can’t believe I spent time on this and ok with it what is my life coming to, I’m kidding this was quite the experience… ba dum tish… Alright so I really liked the third possibility/idea on your post of how they discovered fusion and I lost control and wrote this.

I’m way to shy/embarrassed to submit this via my tumblr account but just here (I mean unless you want to know who I am then I’ll message you). I haven’t written a fanfiction since I was 13 so I hope I wrote everyone in character enough I always worry about that. Hope you like and enjoy

and I may have slipped a little gay shipping in there shh


“Aaand that should be all, enjoy your new base guys…” the woman in purple stated ending the tour as her and the group of men behind her returned back to the main lobby of the base. She continued in a dispirited tone despite her rather upbeat talk during the guided tour, “you know, until we have to move again… in case someone blows it up until there’s nothing but dust…” Pauling sighed, exasperated as if she had to clean up the mess. She took another breath in before turning back to the group, “If there are any concerns, please. Please. Let me know, ok? So we can take care of it. Quickly. And not let it destroy the base or any person, ok?” She paused, praying that everyone understood. When they gave either sounds or motions of approval, she nodded, thankful, “Good. Now I have to hurry–”

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anonymous asked:

Hello! I was wondering if you can make a alternate/happy ending of the interview (if you don't mind.) That story has been stuck in my head and I'd love to read another version of it. :)

Oh, I’d love to! I did like the idea then, and the format I was trying to reflect based off the film I was inspired by. (Its name is Jackie, I thought the film was rather good, here’s a link to the trailer if you’re interested!)

Also if anyone else hasn’t read the original version of Interview, I suggest you read that first.

Thank you and have an incredible day!


You sat beside the hospital bed, a hand wound about your husband. 

However, for once, there was no comforting thumb rubbing your knuckles, or gentle smile on his face.

Because he was asleep.

A coma, specifically. 

He’d been this way for weeks. 

But he’d been becoming responsive. 

It had even been recorded by medical staff.

A small squeeze of your hand when you cried.

A few murmured words when you spoke.

He was getting better.

He had to be. 

Your thoughts were interrupted, by a nurse, her voice soft.

“Mrs. Han? There’s a reporter here to see you.” 

“I thought…I thought I asked for no reporters.” You hummed, rubbing at your tired eyes.

You had hardly gotten a wink of sleep.

“Yes well…he was sent by your father in law. Mr. Han wanted some sort of update while he’s away and Mr. Jung was the closest in the area.” 

“Is that verified?” You asked, hesitance apparent in your words. 

“Yes, Mr. Han called us this morning to let us know.” She sighed. “He also believed…it may help you.” 

You scrunched up your nose, sitting up awkwardly. “N-No more than a few questions.” 

“Of course.” 

There was a period of silence before the journalist arrived that you couldn’t help but feel another wave of exhaustion crash over you, your body weak.

It wasn’t the type of exhaustion caused when you didn’t sleep, though.

It was the kind from when you felt drained. 

You had cried until your face seemed engraved with permanent tear stains. 

Your body was seemingly weighed down with cinder blocks, each step heavier than the next. 

Your grief swelled inside of you as though you may burst, your hope muddling with weary aches. 

“Mrs. Han?” An oddly bright voice chimed in your ears. 

You turned to see a young man, his hair disheveled and wrapped into a loose bun with strands slipping over his muddy eyes. 

You didn’t know entirely how to react when his lips stretched into a smile. 

A smile was refreshing, most of the time.

But not now. 

He understood immediately, anxiously clearing his throat as he approached you, reaching out a hand. 

“I’m sure the nurse already told you about me but I’m Jung Byeon.” 

You slowly took it, dipping your head lightly. “MC.” 

He pulled up a seat, sitting down beside you, tapping his notepad as though he was excited. 

That wasn’t appreciated by you. 

“So, what…exactly happened?” 

You narrowed your eyes, raising a perplexed brow. “What…? I-Isn’t it a-already all over the n-news?” 

“Well, a version of it. Mr. Han specifically requested to hear it from your point of view. Knowing that you were closest to your husband at the time.” 


The memories had sat in your mind, hints and reminders haunting you every moment it could.

You knew it better than you knew yourself. 

“I-It…It might give you some…closure as well to talk about it.” He remarked. “Think of me as like a friend, I’m just here to help.” 

You took a deep breath, soaking in his words. 


“So, would you be able to describe to me what happened?” 

You had been standing beside your husband, the two of you happily talking in the early morning before he had to attend one of his meetings. 

Your hands were entwined, you yourself pressing close against him, a dazed expression painting your face. 

“We were together early in the morning.” You felt a faint grin appear as you thought of him. “We’re almost always together. It’s nice to always have someone by your side. I-I hadn’t even thought that anything was off.”

You were too preoccupied to notice the figures upon the roof. 

Your frown quickly reemerged. 

“Do you have any idea as to why the perpetrator was after him?” 

“N-no, he’s the kindest, most considerate person I know!” You insisted. “I-I mean he can be cold b-but…he’s never needlessly aggressive. He’s polite with clients and coworkers. I-I can’t imagine anyone truly wanting him dead.” 

“They’ve stated it had to do with his business as a whole. Moreso what he represented than who he was. And what he represented was wealth and power, something many people want” 

“He didn’t deserve that.” You replied sharply. “H-He didn't’ deserve any of this. He didn’t choose to be born into the life he has! None of us get to choose for the environments we were raised in, so why do so many act as though he wanted any of this?” 

“I don’t know,” Jung mumbled. “I’m sorry.” 

You felt anger pour from your fingertips, drawing about you as though you were paper. 

“T-That bullet sounded like a train.” You said, your tone trembling. “The whole s-situation was like watching someone be pushed in front of a train.” 

“How so?” 

“I-It all goes by too fast for you to process at first. All you hear is a w-wailing, a-and s-screeching until it all comes to this horrible realization.” 

You had just assumed it was a car or something of the sort. 

Until you heard the breath be snatched from Jumin, a short, desperate gasp erupting from him before his body collapsed against you, sloppily pushing you behind him. 

“H-Honey?” You had switched your head back, a horror smashing into you as you found his eyes wider than dinner plates with surprise as blood dribbled from his mouth.

And as well, from the side of his head. 

His grip had tightened on you suddenly, as though some sort of attempt to shield you, or hide you away. 

He opened his mouth to speak, barely coherent words rasping from him. 

You could hardly believe what he was telling you. 

“And what did he say?” 

“Are you okay?” He asked as you drew him down to the ground, his strength dispersing from him in moments. 

You set his head in your lap, ignoring the security that raced about frantically. 

His blood was smearing against you.

His blood. 

He was bleeding. 

You threw off your jacket, covering the wound, refraining from breaking into furious sobs as you saw the bits of flesh dangling helplessly to his head. 

This shouldn’t be happening. 

Why was this happening?

“Are you okay, love?” He wheezed again, his eyes rolling towards you. 

“I-I’m fine!” You cried, tipping your head in the crook of his neck. “Y-You’re going to be fine too! I’ll make sure of it! O-Okay?” 

And you swore, after hearing you assure him, he grinned.

It was a small, feeble grin.

But one nonetheless.

“He held my hand, t-the entire time.” You felt the tears spill down your cheeks again, your chin quivering. “It’s l-like I was his lifeline.” You huffed. “And I’m not letting go until I see him awake! U-Until he’s okay!” 

“You care very much-” 

“I love him!” You snapped. “He’s everything to me!” 

“Well, what do you plan to do if he doesn’t wake up?” 

Your breath hitched. 

You were silent for a bit, before scowling.

“He’s going to wake up.” 

“There’s no guarantee.” 

“He’s been showing response signs! He’s expected to wake up-” 

“Expected doesn’t mean for sure-” 

“You need to leave.” You snarled. “Now.” 

“Ms. Han-” 

“Leave. Now. Please.” 

Jung opened his mouth to speak but clamped his mouth shut as he began to scramble to his feet. 

“Yes ma’am.” He returned. “T-Thank you.” 

You were silent. 

You didn’t dare move until you heard his steps fade away down the hall. 

You wiped at your face, turning back towards Jumin. 

You squeezed his hand, laying your head on the mattress. “I’m staying here. Don’t worry, I’m not leaving you.” 

And to your utter surprise. 

You got a response. 

It was dry, yet each word was laced with a tenderness that could only come from him.

“I’m not leaving either darling.” 

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Part One: I can’t believe I actually made these gifs.

I’ve seen several posts around asking what’s the deal with Sakumoto? Why are they so awkward?

Awkward what? Awkward who?

So. Here’s an actual fucking essay on my sad creepy fan theories (including a sad gifset because what is actually wrong with me send help) about ~The Great Sakumoto Ice Age~ of 2002 to …2009ish? Kinda? I mean if I had to name this year for Sakumoto I’d call it “2015: Still Gettin’ Warmer.”

I’ve gotta start with this though: THESE ARE THEORIES. THESE ARE NOT FACTS THESE ARE NOT FACTS THESE ARE NOT FACTS. Hell, for all we know, Jun might have held a grudge against Sho for years because Sho ate his french fries when they were clearly labeled “MATSUJUN” - that’s just as likely as anything I’m going to say because I don’t actually know these guys.

I’m really not trying to be a shit-stirrer or bum anyone out, either - I love these two and I’m crazy about the fact that they’ve moved their relationship from “painfully awkward” to “adorably awkward and occasionally very sweet.”

I’m just creepily fascinated with Arashi’s group dynamic (as is most of Japan so hey at least I’m not alone) and man if y’all want to talk about it I want to taaaalk about it~~~ 

(warning - one reason I had to split this into parts is that there are 15 fucking gifs from That One Utaban Interview for you to scroll through.) (I’m sorry) (…or am I?)

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SQW Day 3: Insecurities

Four days. That’s how long she’s been avoiding Regina. Four long, agonizing days spent berating herself, moping, rationalizing… and yes, definitely mentally replaying the last time they were in the same room together, alone, crossing lines that they had no business crossing. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep it up, keep dodging phone calls, ignoring texts, driving the long road out to the town line just to try and quiet her mind even for a second.

She’d kissed Regina - or had Regina kissed her? They’d kissed each other, their magic sparking in an elaborate dance before fusing into one long current that ran between them, indistinguishable as separate entities. True love magic - Emma wasn’t stupid, she knew right well what it was. Regina had pulled away from her mouth, her eyes hooded with desire, and breathed her name into the soft skin of her neck as she nipped there, pulling her closer, closer…

And then suddenly Emma couldn’t breathe. She’d run away, because of course she had. Because while she was no longer with Hook, his parting words months earlier were still lodged pretty tightly in her brain. She hadn’t broken up with him because of Regina - Emma hadn’t even so much as mentioned her name - but that didn’t stop Hook from using her as a scapegoat for Emma’s decision to leave him.

“You think she wants you? You may be a princess by birth but you’ve never quite been able to leave that little orphan girl behind, have you? I don’t mind a little desperation myself, but the queen? Keep dreaming, love.”

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anonymous asked:

Ok, I hope it'll not offend you because rape is one of the worst thing ever but what is the matter with this "Sansa's rape" ? From what I understood because I didn't read the books, it wasn't in them but did it really changes her plot ? And is it the only reason people are angry ? Because honestly, I didn't find these scene so graphic you know, by comparaison, the all "hunting a real woman on the forest" was worse for me, and unfortunately, wedding rape is quite commun on medieval times...

No it’s not an offensive question at all, but yes, it very dramatically changes Sansa’s story line and it was handled really, REALLY poorly. In terms of graphicness yeah, it’s not the worst GoT has done by a long shot, but in terms of pretty much everything else it really is the worst that they’ve ever done. And this is just off the top of my head: 

  • It presumes that female characters are completely interchangeable while the male characters aren’t. Sansa, one of the lead POV characters in the novels, is directly switched out for Jeyne Poole, a relatively minor character. Instead of adjusting both the Theon/Ramsay and Sansa story lines in order to fit all of the characters the Theon/Ramsay story line is almost exactly the same while Sansa’s story line is completely different.
  • It makes Sansa’s rape about Theon’s redemption. Sansa has avoided rape entirely throughout the series, even when she was in the presence of a similarly sadistic psychopath. Putting her in a nearly identical situation to her story line with Joffrey but allowing her to be raped this time makes no sense aside from the fact that it can be used to “motivate” Theon into a redemption arc, which is something that the writers clearly telegraphed at the end of the episode and essentially means that Sansa’s sexuality or lack thereof is only of value in terms of what it can do for a male character. 
  • It once again presumes that rape doesn’t have a major effect on a female character’s development, which is exceptionally insulting considering the Jaime x Cersei debacle in which D&D were called out on pretty much the exact same fuckery. 
  • It forces the audience to accept a lot of really illogical plot points in order to get Sansa in this situation. In order for this plot line to make sense we have to assume that 1. Littlefinger wouldn’t know about the Bolton’s exploits in the North, 2. that none of the characters who have expressly offered their help to Sansa would warn her of this/help her escape to one of the many sympathetic houses in the North that would take her, 3. that Ramsay is smarter and a better player than Sansa is which is canonically not true in both the books and the TV series, 4. that Sansa would ignore the numerous warning signs that things are about to potentially get really bad for her, most notably the horrific torture and mutilation of the man who is seemingly going to “benefit” from her rape the most, and 5. that Roose Bolton would allow the only person who could possibly legitimize their permanent overtaking of the North to be brutalized by Ramsay in a place where the Boltons are loathed and Sansa is beloved. And again, this is all off the top of my head, but these are just a few of the things the writers had to ignore in order for Sansa’s rape to happen, which would certainly make it seem like it’s a specific event they wanted to take place. 
  • It once again incorporates the rape of a main female character that wasn’t in the books and that serves no real purpose in the narrative that couldn’t be fulfilled by other events. And what makes Sansa’s rape particularly horrifying is that the purpose of her rape had already been fulfilled by other events in the narrative, so it really was completely superfluous. 
  • It completely fucks over Sansa’s development throughout the entire series for the sake of spicing up Theon and Ramsay’s story lines. Not only has the thrust of Sansa’s main story line throughout the books and the show been how she learns to play the game, but her rape takes the only safe and empowering place for Sansa and violates it completely and irreparably. 
  • It implies that even the dumbest male players in the game are more valuable and powerful than the smartest and most powerful women.
  • It turns the entire purpose of book!Sansa’s character upside down for the sake of once again demonstrating that Ramsay is a fuck and Theon is weak. Book!Sansa is really the only example we have of a woman succeeding at playing the game without being sexually manipulative, sexually exploited, or adhering to more masculine ideals, so having her raped by someone as useless and idiotic as Ramsay is basically a complete insult to everything her character represents.
  • It glorifies rape as some kind of uniquely powerful motivator. I have no doubt that this story line will end with Sansa and Theon teaming up to take on the Boltons in some way, but they already had every motivation to do so before Sansa was raped. The Boltons orchestrated the murder of Sansa’s mother and brother. Ramsay has castrated Theon, flayed him alive, and subjected him to the most horrifying torture imaginable. But what is the breaking point for Sansa here? Being raped by Ramsay. And what is the breaking point for Theon? Simply having to watch Sansa be raped by Ramsay. I certainly won’t deny that that’s horrifying, but I have a hard time grasping why that would be more difficult than literally having your penis and testicles cut off. 

These are just some of the reasons why this change is probably the worst change that D&D have made from the books to the screen, but for me what’s most worrisome is the thought that they don’t even understand that this does change the narrative of the show so dramatically. Aside from all of these problems I think the biggest one is that it most likely will not have a dramatic effect on Sansa’s characterization going forward. It’s just going to be another torment on the pile of torments she’s been forced to endure throughout her story, and if anything the only major effect it will have will be to fast-forward Theon’s journey from Reek back to Theon Greyjoy (in fact that seems to be the sole purpose of the change to me, for the brutality to happen to someone that Theon cares about much more than Jeyne Poole and that will therefore snap him out of Reek at a pace more convenient for the writers). Really, the entire thing is beyond a hot mess and fans and critics are completely in the right to be calling them out on it.

About Onew and his vocal chords...

I was really fucking angry at Sm when he was suddenly withdrawn from Singing In The Rain, and I was really worried when he was missing in Brazil, and angry at the members for not even doing so much as mentioning him.

But now it all makes sense. Why they removed him from the musical, why he wasn’t in Brazil, why the members didn’t say anything. Well, the first two should be obvious for everyone, let me elaborate on the third.

It was better to just spill things once they’re over and they’re sure he will recover and be back to his old self. He had the surgery on June 3rd, but it takes a while to really know. Most of the time, people are not allowed to speak for about a week, and only when the docs make them speak again for the first time they will know for sure how well the surgery went. So it’s likely they did that today and fortunately, it seems the surgery went well.

So I think that’s why the members didn’t say anything. Saying something before the actual surgery would have caused panic in the fandom that would most likely have been - and, as it has now turned out after surgery was successful, would definitely have been - unnecessary. It also is to protect his own privacy, what with stalkers who might bother him and the whole hospital. So yeah.

I’m also incredibly touched cause turns out the night Minho went on Jonghyun’s Blue Night to “offer support” and Jonghyun played Onew’s Moonlight was the night after his surgery. You cannot tell me that out of all the nights they could have chosen to do this, they did it that night and it was coincidence. Nope. Literally cutest. ;; ♥

Also, people it is now time to stop hating on SM. I repeat, now is the time to stop hating on them.

There’s no reason to. You already made yourself look ridiculous when you said “they treated him so bad I bet he filed a lawsuit too”. Turns out that didn’t happen. Don’t make a fool out of yourself unknowingly again.

What? You have arguments? Lemme guess “But he had this since February and he’s only getting surgery now SM IS THE WORST!!!!11!!!”

Nu-uh. If you actually think that, learn to read. READING COMPREHENSION. 

They said he has been having symptoms since February, not that he was diagnosed  in February. How do you even think this works? 

Onew walks into doctor’s office.
Onew: My throat hurts.
Doctor: Oh yeah you have vocal chord polyps OF COURSE!!!!!!!!!

Like really, people, really? That’s not how it works. 

Throat pain is a very unspecific symptomas are all other symptoms of vocal chord polyps. They could all be attributed to a common cold or influenza, or a lot of other diseases with the same symptoms that are far more common. And that’s what doctor’s will do: If they can’t tell, they will go with the most likely option first.

What I’m trying to say is: Him having symptoms since February doesn’t mean he was diagnosed then. Most likely he wasn’t diagnosed until much, much later.

Most likely around the time between mid-April and end of April. Aka between the time they confirmed him for the musical and the time they released pictures without him. “BUT THE MUSICAL REPRESENTATIVE SAID HE DECIDED TO DROP OUT AFTER HIS SYMPTOMS GOT WORSE IN FEBRUARY!”

Uh no? That’s a mistranslation. Now I can’t be 100% sure about this cause this is based on my own Korean skills, but as far as I understood it, it said “he canceled because of the pain which started in February”. Did anyone say he canceled in Februarythough? No. He just did it because of the pain that started in February. Based on what I understand at least. 

Last but not least: Why would SM dig their own grave? They aren’t stupid. If he was diagnosed in February and only got surgery now they know they would get backlash, so if that was the case they’d just release a statement saying he only showed first symptoms in April. There’s literally no evidence against that, so they could’ve just made that a statement. Ya know, if that was the case. And if they were as evil as some make them out to be. But they didn’t. Why? Cause they saw no reason to. Cause they don’t think they did anything to upset fans. Cause the diagnosis probably happened much later. And then after that

… you know how it takes a while to get an appointment for surgery if it’s not a life-threatening case? Now you might say: “But he’s a celebrity, priority treatment anyone?” Yes, and no. I’m pretty sure they chose the most renowned surgeon of the field that Korea has to offer, and that surgeon probably only treats patients that would receive priority treatment from other surgeons. How to decide which VIP is more important than the other? That’s right, don’t decide. Just make it fair and square after the logic of first come first served.

That last part about it being a particularly good surgeon is speculation of course, but everything else still stands. You don’t just get a surgery appointment in two days anyways. Plus I’ve read as for this surgery, you need to receive speech technique training before the surgery, too.

In other news: Kara’s Gyuir had the same thing? She still performed in her musical and only got surgery 3 months after diagnosis.Not after the first symptoms, but after diagnosis. And in the meantime between the two she did a musical. BEAST’s Yoseob had a similar problem (vocal nodules), and he was back to singing full force 1-2 months after the surgery. (of course the latter might also happen to Jinki but that’s not the point I’m trying to make, the point I’m trying to make is that SM is not “the worst”)

Is anyone shitting on DSP or Cube? Nope. But SM is “the worst”? You know you’re not making any sense here so just stop. It’s the industry, not SM. 

EDIT: I’ve stumbled across a new argument so let’s just destroy that as well. “Most vocal chord issues can get treated without surgery if Onew just had GOTTEn the treatment.”

First off, a lot of Western artists have vocal polyps surgically removed as well, but I’m sure they have more say in this than Kpop-Artists and they still get them surgically removed. And that is why? I’m going to let the

Harvard Health Publications

speak for me:

  • Vocal cord polyps – With rest, some vocal cord polyps will go away on their own within a few weeks. Most, however, have to be removed surgically.

MOST. DESPITE the rest, MOST have to be removed surgically.Aka, your argument is invalid.

(Source: )

Bottomline: The world is not black and white, people. It’s shades of grey. It’s okay to dislike SM cause they’ve done a lot of shit, and are most likely still doing a lot of shit, but you have to know when it’s time to take a step back and and admit you were wrong and they did nothing bad this time around. I’m not going to defend SM no matter what, as shown by my reaction after I heard about him not doing the musical etc… but it seems that a lot of you people want to BLAME SM no matter what, even if factual evidence like the medical information from HARVARD above speaks against your statements.

Anyways, that’s all I have to say on the matter. As disappointed as I am cause I was hoping to see him this summer when I’m in Korea, the thing that matters most is his recovery. If that means comeback postponement and such, well then I’ll have to deal with it. I’d be happy if he recovers fast and I can see him, but if I can’t then that’s okay as well.

Get Well Soon Jinki. ♥


Fandom: Kagerou Project

Characters: Kisaragi Shintaro, Kuroha

Pairing: KuroShin

Warning: AU, Gore, Angst

More fire, more gunshots, more screaming, more deaths. His heart palpitated inside of his chest, bones creaking and groaning in cruel, anguished glee. He could see it.

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