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

Warm As Wool

Originally posted by v-writings

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.”

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“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-”

“(Y/n)!”

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.”

“Oh.”

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.”

“…Deal.”

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.

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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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. 

TIME SKIP: WEDDING DANCE

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 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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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.

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

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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anonymous asked:

I don't understand why some people think Zuko was forcing Katara into getting revenge in the Southern Raiders episode, Zuko understood what Katara needed and he just gave her an option to go find her mothers killer, it was Katara's decision and she lead the mission, Zuko never questioned what she did (bloodbending) and when she didn't kill her mothers killer Zuko never questioned her or asked her why or even force her to do it, he just stood there as if he was like her silent protector #Zutara

Well, that mainly has to do with Bryke and the director altering the episode’s original script to specifically give that impression to the viewer. They wanted Aang to be the one who was good and Zuko to be the one who was bad. They revised Elizabeth Ehasz’ script to make Zuko seem like he was pushing Katara for revenge, and to make Zuko and Katara’s relationship seem toxic, proving how Aang was better for Katara. 

I agree that Zuko pushing Katara for revenge is completely OOC, though. Zuko couldn’t even watch Zhao die, and he certainly would not push that view on anyone. You can still see the original idea in parts of the episode. Like when Katara tells Zuko the story of Kya’s murder or when Zuko just sadly stands by Katara while she is crying. Clearly it was supposed to be a more emotional and complicated episode at one point, but a lot of that got sucked out because Bryke were afraid that Zuko and Katara had too much chemistry…

I do wish that the Book 2 finale was different so that the episode wasn’t about Zuko “earning” Katara’s forgiveness, though. I think that’s another reason why people question Zuko’s role in the episode and claim that he was pushing ideas on her. In canon, Zuko wants Katara to forgive him, and Katara yells at him and then mentions her mother. So Zuko talks to Sokka to learn about her mother, and he just so happens to find out about Yon Rha; information that will help Katara forgive him! How convenient! Then he takes it to her.

I would have preferred a different scenario so that it was absolutely clear that it was 100% Katara’s idea to go after Yon Rha, and not Zuko’s. Maybe Katara would be upset about having to separate from her father at the Western Air Temple after Azula’a attack. She goes off on her own and is feeling down. Zuko follows her to ask what’s wrong and she says she misses her father. He’s been gone since he left for the war, and she only recently saw him again for the first time in years. She and Sokka were left all alone after their mom died. 

Zuko would ask her what happened to her mother, and she would tell a little about the day the Southern Raiders attacked. Zuko would be surprised because he realizes that he knows who did it. Then it would be Katara who would urge Zuko to take her to the man. He would go with her, because she desperately wants it and she is demanding it. I think that would have made it clear that it was Katara’s mission and that Zuko is merely playing a supportive role, doing what she asked him to, to help her find closure.

And since Katara had already forgiven Zuko before, he would want to do whatever he can to support her during her dark time, without judging her. He understands how she feels because he was also really angry and hurt before. I think that would have been a far more satisfying and interesting way for the events of The Southern Raiders to play out. This would have actually deepened their friendship, instead of her simply not hating him at the end. Plus, it would have made more sense as to why she was so grateful to him in particular at the end. She was clearly not grateful to Aang.

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

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“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!

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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.” 

“…Oh.” 

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. 

“Alright…”

“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.” 

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:

I have a question about the instinct post, fleeing specifically. I had to run from serious danger once when I was 14 and I thought of it as instinctual, but my mind actually got really clear and I remember thinking things like I'd turn a corner rather than cut through to reduce chances of tripping and falling and the best route to reach the street where there would be people who could help. I didn't feel panic until after I was safe (broke down sobbing then). So what was that if not instinct?

You using your brain. That was you problem solving on the fly. That was not some deep seated instinctual ability. That was you processing information, making intelligent choices in a stressful situation based on what you knew about your environment, and saving yourself.

It’s called “thinking on your feet”.

You said it yourself, you remember thinking about things.

Instinct gets you as far as running or into flight mode, but it has no direction. If you don’t start thinking about where you need to go, what you need to do, which route to take, then you can end up literally anywhere. The same is actually true for fight, one reacts on anger and fear, leap on the other person with a scream, maybe tackle them to the ground, and start swinging wildly in a blind rage.

That didn’t happen for you, you used your head. You may not realize what you were doing, but that’s what was happening. That wasn’t actually instinct. A form of self-preservation? Sure. Some level of intuition? Yeah. But not instinct.

You used your head. Acting on knowledge you had, you made decisions. You grabbed your life with two hands, and you didn’t just run for it. On the fly, you suppressed your panic, you didn’t let fear take charge, you used it, and dealt with information. You picked the best route to actually saving your life. More than that, you succeeded. You saved yourself.

You saved yourself.

That’s huge.

So, stop giving your instincts more credit than they deserve. Give it to your intuition and cognitive processes instead. Why? You’re smarter and more capable than your giving yourself credit for. This is within your ability to control it. You controlled your instincts, they didn’t control you. In the crucible of life and death, in the midst of an incredibly stressful situation where you were running for your life, you came out on top and it was all you.

Just you.

And you could do it again.

This isn’t a one time, miracle thing. You could intentionally replicate this experience without the danger, and you probably do in your daily life without realizing it. This won’t just happen when you’re in danger. While the danger gave you the push to realize that you needed to.

Our brains are very complicated, and we do think on multiple levels. Often, like when we’re in danger, those can feel like they’re outside of our control. Except, what you did was the actions of someone who was in control. Which I will reiterate, in the heat of the moment you made choices cognitively that lead to saving your own life.

The major problem with ascribing these experiences, experiences you may not have completely understood at the time, to instinct is that it ascribes everything we did to something else that’s outside of our control. That it’s something that can only happen when we’re in danger. Some other part of ourselves which exists in a nebulous state and slumbering until trouble arrives.

It’s a nice idea, especially since it’s an easy way to avoid challenging your own perceptions about yourself and what you’re capable of.

When you’re ascribing what happened to your instincts, you’re selling yourself short. This is especially true if you’re female and are already pushed by society to accept a passive role, to not see yourself as an active decision maker who is in control of your own existence. Someone who is capable of action, of taking charge. Pawn it off on instinct, and we can just go back to our own self-doubts. Ignore the proof, staring us in the face, that we have it in us to be incredible.

You are incredible.

You are amazing.

Not your instincts. Not some nebulous thing existing in a separate space and not part of your regular existence.

You.

Just you.

You saved yourself.

And knowing that? It’s empowering.

Empowerment doesn’t come from the amount of ass you can kick. Or from running around swinging a gun. Or from being violent or engaging in violence. It comes from making decisions, from taking action derived from choices and accepting the responsibility which comes with those choices.

It’s terrifying.

It’s also freeing.

So much of what we do is learned behavior, even when we don’t realize that we’ve learned it. The kind of rationality and logic you experienced doesn’t happen to everyone. A lot of people out there when they’re in danger freeze up, run without thinking, or end up going nowhere.

The ability to utilize your intelligence under pressure is a powerful thing.

Give yourself more credit.

Because you can do it again in your daily life, whenever you want and whenever you need to.

Powerless or powerful? All it takes is realization. So, which would you rather be?

-Michi

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callistawolf  asked:

Hi Laura! I'm curious what your thoughts are about learning from Sara on the island during s2 that she'd had a crush on Oliver before Laurel dated him, which Laurel knew about and when Sara tried to sneak out to a party to see him, Laurel told her dad/got cops involved so Sara got busted. I've heard some say that was good of Laurel because there was booze/drugs involved but aren't there at all parties? Does this shows Laurel's selfish side, considering she moved on him while Sara was grounded?

Hi! Thanks for the ask! I don’t know what I could have possibly done to make you think that I have any thoughts about this Arrow show, but I suppose that I can give it a try. :)

I think that it was a huge mistake to introduce this random little subplot about Laurel calling the cops on Sara to stop her from making a move on big dumb Ollie. It only would have served a positive purpose for the narrative if the ultimate goal for the season had been to set up Sara and Oliver as star-crossed lovers destined to love and lose each other over and over again until their happily-ever-after in the series finale. As we know now, the Sara/Oliver romance was orchestrated to serve two purposes: stall Felicity/Oliver from continuing to develop at a breakneck pace and fool the audience enough that the “I love you” ruse would be a shock. It was the first big “Gotcha!” of the series.

Sidebar: I’m so glad that the kiss in 2x23 was deleted. I can’t even look at gifs. I’m so uncomfortable with the idea of Oliver making that situation physical while Felicity thought that he was being honest about his feelings without any ulterior motives.

With Sara and Oliver not intended to be a relationship of lasting relevance beyond the end of Season 2, adding that little touch of romance to the flashbacks gave an ongoing significance that was not needed for the setup of the “Gotcha!” in the present. It made Laurel’s interference look worse, Sara’s investment in Oliver look deeper, and Oliver look like more of a jerk. There were better ways to telegraph to the audience that Sara was more than just Fun Blonde #27 who happened to be available for a spontaneous sex cruise, and further entanglement in a bizarre and borderline incestuous triangle was more detrimental than helpful.

Ahem.

I so wish that we’d been given Laurel’s point-of-view regarding why she wanted to begin a relationship with Oliver in the first place. As much as I consider Lauriver toxic and best kept off of my screen, I think that I’d be more forgiving if I understood why Laurel desired Oliver as a romantic partner before the island. From what we heard of the party, Oliver was already well into his dumb, drunk, dallying side as a teenager; with the audience left to fill in the blanks, Laurel either looks like a vindictive older sister who wanted what Sara wanted just because she wanted it or like a gold-digger. We don’t see her point-of-view, and her character suffers for it.

Sidebar, part deux: I’d love if it comes out that Laurel was interested in Oliver for his status and trust fund. It’s not the most morally upright reason, but I could respect her for it. Talk about having an eye on the prize! Pre-island Ollie was awful.

Without Laurel’s point-of-view and with Sara sharing the story while suffering on the island from hell after a year of immersive abuse - some of which was implied to be sexual - on the freighter landed sympathies directly with her. It was similar to how it was difficult to side with Laurel’s vitriol against Oliver in the beginning of Season 1 because we were watching him be beaten down in every way that a pampered prince of a manchild can be beaten down in the flashbacks. We saw him paying for his mistakes, and so Laurel looked unjustly unforgiving. With Sara telling the story of the love-that-could-have-been in her situation on Lian Yu, it was almost to side with an absent Laurel.

Objectively, I will say that any teenager willing to stand against her peers and reach out to authorities to report a party in which substances are being illegally consumed by kids with easy access to expensive sports cars begging to be crashed by drivers in altered states would be admirable. If Laurel had been behaving altruistically and out of a desire to promote the safety of her classmates and sister, I would tip my hat in her direction.

As this was the only reported instance of Laurel calling cops on a party, and as Laurel very shortly thereafter began dating a guy who had been so sloshed at the party that he didn’t recall spilling a beer on her baby sister, however, I can’t give Laurel any credit as a moral authority. We have no cause to believe that she ratted out her sister for any reason that was not inherently selfish and troublingly calculating for a teenage girl.

That said, I don’t condemn present Laurel or Lauriver because of her behavior as a teenager. Social structures in American high schools can skew priorities, especially among young women; a relationship with the Oliver Queen could trump any reservations she had about getting her baby sister grounded for a couple of weeks. I don’t think that Laurel is a fundamentally bad person for this move.

I do think that it does no favors to a character whose altruistic motives in the present have been told more often than actually shown since the first season. 

Sidebar, part three: Showing/Telling is my narrative OTP. Telling/Telling is an incestuous NOTP that produces nothing good. 

Oliver is no longer the Ollie who got sloshed at parties and cheated on his girlfriend; Oliver has never overindulged on alcohol in the present, and he’s been faithful to whichever of his ladies he’s been bedding at a given time. 

Sara is no longer the kid who would ditch school and go on a sex cruise with her sister’s boyfriend; Sara has learned valuable skills and maintained a serious relationship with woman who clearly loved her very much.

Laurel may literally no longer be somebody who would call the cops to break up a party to punish her sister, but Laurel has been shown as willing to try to influence those around her into fitting into her picture of her life and has used blackmail on two very serious occasions. 

Without Laurel’s point-of-view and without the sort of on-screen growth to allow audiences to accept an evolution from calculating young woman into thoroughly selfless adult, the story of the ill-fated party that determined which Lance sister Oliver first had his way with reflects most badly on Laurel of the three parties involved. The backstory never should have happened.

Footprints

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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crazy person speculates wildly on awkward relationship between people she doesn’t know

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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anonymous asked:

I got the impression Kaneki perfectly understood the sense of Touka's words during the bridge scene. I actually love that scene. I like to compare it with one of Touka and Kaneki's firs encounters, the one after she saves him from Nishiki. That time they unknowingly touched each others' weak points. Kaneki said ghouls were monsters and that he as a human was different from them and Touka told him he didn't have a place in which to belong. cont

During the bridge Kaneki tells Touka he has left her behind in order to protect her (Touka has a story with being left behind and what Kaneki did was similar to what Ayato did and deeply hurt her) and Touka punches him and tells him not to come back. This time however they are able to see through the other’s weakness. Touka doesn’t resent Kaneki for what he did and is worried about him and Kaneki is able to understand what she is trying to say. (cont)

The bridge scene shows how a relationship can be complicated and you can hurt another even if you are trying to do the right thing. At the same time it shows that if we are willing to understand others’ weaknesses and to try to comprehend them we can still be able to communicate, because that’s what happened. Kaneki and Touka did communicate in that scene, maybe not in the best way possible but they did while in the beginning they were too close off in their troubles to even attempt it.  

Ah I love your comparison to their first meeting- they always have been good at seeing through the other’s pretences. I think that understanding was the basis for their friendship and was why they became so close in such a short amount of time, even if their personalities are very different.

It’s sad that understanding backfired- they both ended up doing the exact thing that would hurt each other most, even if it was unknowingly. Kaneki saying “I won’t (leave you alone)” before doing exactly that, when Touka has abandonment issues from her Father’s disappearance. Touka hitting Kaneki and telling him he’s not welcome at Anteiku, when we know of his childhood abuse.

I don’t have anything to add- you pretty much summed up all my feelings about that scene when I haven’t even been able to do it myself. I just hope that Touka and Kaneki get a chance to make up for that. Especially Touka- we as readers saw how much she anguished over and regretted her actions but she never got a chance to see him again after the bridge. I think it would do Kaneki good to see that.

anonymous asked:

Why are people thinking that oliver set felicity up with that plan I i i don't get it, oliver says "I can't get close enough to slade to give him the cure" felicity says "don't let him out think you" and at that moment it seemed like a light went off in their heads,I'm betting she came up with the plan knowing that she might be able to get close enough to slade if she was taken saying the I love you was olivers idea knowing that slade would take her, olicity trust each other with their lives

I have to go back and watch the episode again, to be honest, because I know my brain stopped absorbing information at a certain point out of sheer shock. LOL.

From what I remember, the information as presented, could be interpreted a few ways — either they had the plan together from that Queen Consolidated scene OR Felicity only realized what Oliver was angling toward the moment he pressed the syringe into her hand at the mansion and said, “Do you understand?”

The island stuff at the end seemed to indicate that Felicity didn’t know until that moment (again, I have to go back and watch it), but what I think the important debate is is… was Oliver, at the Queen Mansion, lying when he said what he said to Felicity?  Because I don’t think so, especially not after the way it was done.

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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: http://www.drugs.com/health-guide/vocal-cord-disorders.html )

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. ♥