also everything i make is blue and i don't want to fight it anymore

Confrontations

Based off of @letkeithinfodump’s lovely Langst post

Do Not Tag As Sh/@nce or Sh/e!th or any other Sh@/adin ships


Lance could feel himself start to shake as Shiro had announced to them who he chose to lead Voltron in case he couldn’t.

It was Keith.

Lance took a breath and balled up his fist. He swallowed the lump in his throat and tried to blink away the stinging in his eyes as he stared at the floor.

Why should he even be surprised? It’s not as though he couldn’t see Shiro’s obvious bias towards Pidge and Keith. He knew that it wasn’t their fault or that they meant to be favored but it stung and he was getting increasingly frustrated at this.

Lance bit his lip before taking another deep breath and trying to calm himself down before catching Shiro’s shoulder when he told them to disperse.

“Shiro? Can I talk to you about something?” Lance asked

“Uh, yeah sure, about what?”

Another breath. “I wanted to talk to you about choosing Keith as the back-up leader.”

Shiro quirked a brow, Lance could tell he was going to have a hard time with this.

“Well you see Shiro…Keith…Keith isn’t a good choice for leader,” Lance had to fight to keep eye contact with Shiro, “you see he’s…impulsive and a hot-head. He’s a nice guy but he’s put us all in danger on numerous occasions beause he didn’t follow an order and he voted to leave Allura behind and-!” Lance could feel his confidence rise but Shiro raised a hand to silence him.

“Lance, I understand your concern but I’ve made my decision already.”

Shiro turned around and left Lance there with his anger festering and his pride hurt even more than before.

He ignored him.

Again.

Lance bit into his lip so hard it felt like it might draw blood. He felt the familiar sting at the back of his eyes and the heat on his neck. He blinked his vision in and out of focus as he felt his body shake with anger.

Lance was the only one left in the console room, so his voice echoed and bounced back to him with just as much disappointment and anger it had when the words left his lips.

You’re not the you I thought you were.”


The next time Lance brings it up is when he’s hardened his attitude towards Shiro’s behaviour. He knows it’s not exactly his fault but the way he brushes Lance off is unacceptable and this time, Lance is Not Having It.

“Shiro.” Lance walked up to Shiro, he rather have missed all of the break between training than have to keep in his feelings.

Shiro turned around and sighed, “Lance, look, I know-” but this time it was Lance who cut Shiro off.

“No Shiro, you look.” Lance took one big breath before starting, “I understand that you are the leader and that you were thrown into this by yourself, but you see, you are extremely biased towards Pidge and Keith and honestly, I just can’t let that stand anymore man.”

Lance paused to see Shiro blinking in stunned silence, he took this as his cue to continue.

“Shiro, I understand that you know Keith the best and probably know what he’s capable of. But your making him stressed because your expectations of him are too damn high and you have to accept that there are things that not even Keith can do- nothing wrong with that Keith, it’s ok that you can’t- but instead you just say “I believe in you” and you tell him to basically change everything about himself so he can act like a good-…no I mean, so he can act like you. Shiro, you can’t expect that to magically fix anything!

Lance took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts before proceeding onto his next topic, “Do you even talk to Hunk ever?”

“Well-” Shiro began

“Outside of giving orders? Do you ever ask, ‘Hey Hunk, how was your day? Did you do anything new?’ Because as far as I know, all you can say to him is ‘Hunk, shoulder canon.’, ‘Hunk, you go with whoever on this mission to retrieve whatever.’, sometimes you can’t even address him directly! It’s just ‘Legs, do this!’ You don’t actually talk to him Shiro.”

“I…”

“Also? Isn’t Allura the technical leader of Voltron? She actually knows Zarkon. She actually knows the aliens that we fight and that we talk to. Why are you acting as though you know this stuff? Even if Allura doesn’t know, most of the time Coran knows so he should also be consulted.”

“Yes, well I-”

“Not only that, but you didn’t consult anyone else when deciding Keith would be the Black Paladin. You didn’t check with Keith on how he felt about that, and even then he told you himself and you ignored it. What’s worse is that you didn’t even consult with your lion, the one Keith would be the pilot of. How do you know if she was okay with this? How do you know if this is what she wants?”

Shiro fell silent, it seems that this was the one that made him crack.

He felt a presence next to him and he fixed his stubborn gaze from Shiro to Keith.

Lance was getting ready to argue with Keith when the red paladin turned from Lance to Shiro and said, “Lance is right, Shiro.”

Lance blinked confusedly as Keith continued on, “You don’t listen to him at all. Remember the Blade of Marmora? You didn’t listen to Lance, and I nearly got myself killed. Granted, I wanted to go but… the point still stands.” Keith crossed his arms as he finished his argument.

Lance felt a warm hand on his shoulder as he looked to see Hunk sending him an appreciative look before agreeing with the fire and ice paladins.

One by one, everyone from the Team Voltron stood behind or near Lance and agreed with him.

“Shiro.”

Shiro looked up from the linoleum tiles, seemingly ready to get criticized once more.

“What do you say?”

Shiro closed his eyes as he took in a deep breath before opening them once more and looking around the small group of people. “…and all of you feel this way?”

There was a small murmur of agreement and short little nods.

Shiro sighed, “You’re right Lance. I wasn’t thinking about anyone else but my own beliefs and bias.”

He turned to the two alteans to his left.

“I’m sorry for not consulting you on matters I know you would have more knowledge on. I…I tried to think that just because I lead Voltron I know everything but…not really.”

Shiro continued on down the line of paladins.

“Lastly, Lance…I’m sorry. You were right and….I was ignoring you. Thank you for pointing this out to me and…I know it was probably hard but…I’m proud of you.”


About two weeks later Shiro went to the Black Lion and asked if she would be willing to pick a backup to pilot her in case something happened to Shiro.

She said yes so, all the paladins (+Allura and Coran) would stand in front of her and allow her large, wisdom filled eyes to scrutinize them.

When Lance stepped in front of her he felt as though every crevice in his mind and soul was being checked and scrutinized. Before long, the Black Lion’s eyes started to glow.

She did it. She found her back-up paladin.

Lance.

Hunk’s and Pidge’s cheers could be heard in the background as they whooped and hollered at Lance.

Lance felt waves of pride crash over him, before feelings of anxiety and guilt replace them.

But what about Blue?

Lance looked to the Alteans, knowing that the other paladins wouldn’t be able to fill out his spot without creating a new spot in Voltron needed to be filled. He played with the idea of Blue Paladin Allura, and while she could certainly fill out the spot with ease, he knows that she’s the pilot of the castleship, and if her was honest, that was a lot harder to replace than the pilots of Voltron.

Before announcing his decision he used his connection to the Blue Lion to ask her about if that was okay or not. She said it was fine so long as it wasn’t permanent and she could have Lance back. Lance smiled, Don’t worry my lady, you’re my one and only. He told her before turning to the alteans.

Coran.”

“Yes, Lance?”

Will you be the back up Blue Paladin?

Don't You Remember Me? (Jason Todd x Reader)

Summary: You and Jason were friends before his death and after five years you became a vigilante in Gotham and ally with the Red Hood, not knowing who he is.

A/N: This is not a request but my requests are open! Also, I think this could be a series so if you guys like it and want a part 2 please tell me!

Keys: Y/H/N – Your Hero Name

Warnings: A little angst, blood, some curse words


It should have been a normal night of patrol if you didn’t get stabbed in your abdomen by a thug. You and the Red Hood were fighting with a bunch of drug dealers and you didn’t see that one of them had a knife in hands, so in a distracted moment you felt the steel penetrate under your skin, making a deep cut on your body. A lot of blood started bleeding out and before you knew it you were already on the ground.

“Y/H/N!” the Hood screamed before come running to you, he saw your wound and you could see the worry on his face “Oh fuck Y/H/N stay awake you’re gonna make through this.”

“I don’t know if I can” you murmured weak, you could almost feel your life leaving out your body.

“Of course you can! I’m not letting you di..” You couldn’t listen anymore, as you suddenly fainted.


You start to remember why you became a vigilante after all. Everything began when you met a little boy who happened to be your neighbor, Jason Todd. In that time you helped him get through all his family problems and he was your best friend in the world, you two were really close and the boy shared everything with you, even his biggest secrets, like when he became Robin. After that you started to see each other less because he was always training or in some mission, but that didn’t change your friendship at all, actually, it only made it stronger.

Of course, Jason wasn’t the easiest person to deal with and he had some hard anger issues, but you were the one who could calm him down and make him feel better every time.

Then, when you thought life was perfect, the Joker came and took him away from. Jason died and a part of you died together. That made you enter into a huge depression, you were angered because what happened to him and you missed that boy so damn much. You couldn’t stop thinking about him and being sad because he wasn’t with you anymore, and he would never be again.

But with that you faced the real world, and you knew you couldn’t just watch more people die because of crazy people like the Joker. You needed to do something. You needed to fight back.

That’s the reason why you became Y/H/N. So no one had to suffer the way you did anymore. Eventually some of the pain you felt started to fade away as you saved the people of Gotham, but there hasn’t been a day without you thinking about Jason Todd.


As your eyes open you’re still too stunned to see clearly. You try to look around, apparently you are in a bedroom, but you don’t think to know the place.

The last thing you remember you were on a mission with the Red Hood and you get stabbed. You look at yourself, there is a bandage on where you get hurt; your partner must have taken care of you.  

You deduce this is his bedroom as you notice some leather jackets on the floor and weapons placed on the wall. It’s a strange feeling to be here, you both always kept a very professional relationship, avoiding to be too close to each other since you both know this is a dangerous thing to do in a life like yours. You didn’t even know how he looked under the helmet.

You continue to observe the room until you see a portrait placed on the bedside table. It has a picture of two little kids, a boy with arm wrapped around a girl, they look like happiest children in the world with a genuine and pure smile. Tears fill your eyes with water, a long time ago you took this photo with Jason. Before you can think about anything someone enter the room.

“Y/H/N!”

A man comes next to you and you can’t believe it. At the first sight you have in those blue eyes you know who he his. You start to cry as you realize everything. Jason is alive. And by his clothes he is the Red Hood. The man you’ve been working with for months is your childhood best friend. How could all this be real?

“Y/H/N? Are you okay?” he asks, seeing the tears dropping from your face.  

You can’t contain your emotions looking at him, is this just a dream? Slowly you raise up your hand and slightly touch his face. He is real. It really is Jason Todd in front of you.

“…What are you doing?” he says, still confused by your behavior.

“Don’t you remember me?” you ask, only now realizing that you’re still wearing your mask, so you take it off. Jason sees your face but doesn’t understand what’s happening, so you pick up the portrait and give it to him “I’ve never thought I would see you again Jay”

His eyes wide open when he recognizes you and he is completely shocked. Neither of you know what to do or say, there was so many feelings involved, sadness, pain, anger, guilt…

Despite it all you make a little effort and hug him tight. For now, you’re just happy that Jason Todd is alive.

Nightmares – Theo Raeken AU Imagine

Requested by kalista-rankins : Can I request a Theo imagine based off yesterday’s episode when Theo keeps having the night terrors (I guess that’s what I should call it) with his sister but at the time he’s sleeping in bed with the reader since she got him all cleaned up earlier that day after getting him out of hell with Liam. Theo sorta wakes up but still thinks he’s in his night terror so instead of the reader he sees his sister and he attacks her. The reader thinks she’s about to die because Theo looks like he wants to kill her and she’s trying her best to pull him back to reality (not sure if you want the reader to bring him back to reality or she’s not strong enough to wake him up so someone else comes in and saves her while fighting Theo off). The reader could have severe/serious injuries and ends up in the hospital but pulls through and is at first afraid of Theo but later makes amends with him and forgives him since she loves him?

Warning: Reader being attacked.

Word Count: 1,975

My Teen Wolf Masterlist

Originally posted by fytwolf

I couldn’t sleep as I rolled over to my side and looked at the boy sound asleep next to me. The moonlight beamed through my bedroom window and over his beautiful face. I still found it hard to believe Theo was back. My little brother and his girlfriend decided to bring him back from hell tonight, thinking Theo could help us with The Ghost Riders.

I had no idea what Liam and Hayden were up to. I was in Canaan with Scott, Lydia, and Malia most of the day. When we came back, Theo was standing in the middle of Scott’s kitchen covered in dirt. It wasn’t easy fighting Malia back from hurting Theo. Nor was it was easy to help Liam convince Scott that sending Theo back would be a mistake because Theo could help save everyone and bring Stiles back with his knowledge about The Wild Hunt and The Ghost Riders.

After everyone cooled off and agreed to let Theo stay, I took him back to my house to clean up and spend the night. I had just gotten him back after three months of thinking I’d had lost him forever. I wasn’t about to let him go again. I’d do anything to keep him here with me.

Theo was in a deep sleep as his chest rose and fell at an even pace, a light snore coming from the back of his throat every now and then. He looked so tired with the dark circles underneath his eyes and the hard lines across his forehead. I couldn’t imagine what Theo had been through and as much as I wanted him to tell me, I didn’t want him to explain it to me on his first night back.

Theo began to stir as his breathing quickened. His eyebrows were furrowed together as he shook his head. “No,” he whispered. “Please… don't…no…”

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anonymous asked:

Hey there! ohh im so shy /-\ I admire you sooooo much and i love your prompts!! ❤❤ If this don't bother you... Can you make another one with Sonic and Amy? Please? :3 I send you a gigant hug 😄

(x)

With all the hype, how could I not?

Also, don’t be shy~ You’re super cute, Precious Anon~<3 ^//w//^ Thank you so much! I would be honored to write for you~

Prompt:

Amy was shot out from the side and scaled a large part of the battlefield. The custom character looked up, shocked to see the moment, and ran to try and catch her, dodging debris and robots but one charged through a building’s wall.

The custom character put up their hands, using a gadget to get out of the way before looking back at Amy, worried.

Suddenly, a blue stream of light flashed before them, and Sonic leapt up to break the stream of light, having it pixel away as he grabbed her- tumbling to the ground with a skid on the walls as a decent descent.

He sprung off and landed to put her down, holding a hand to her shoulder and seeming to bend slightly as if asking and examining her to make sure she was okay.

She nodded, giving a closed-eyed smile to reassure him she was fine, as he nodded and gave her a thumbs up; removing his arm, he took off passed the custom character.

“Come on! Gawking won’t win us the war!” Sonic encouraged, as the custom character looked frazzled, nodding with a frown of embarrassment, blushing slightly at the scene and rushing off to follow him.

-Later~-

Tails mentioned the looming destruction awaiting them a few towns down, and then mentioned that half the city was already destroyed, as Amy fell behind, before finally falling to her knees.

What are we fighting for!?

The team suddenly turned around, as Custom character seemed startled, turning as well.

She shook her head, holding her arms out in front of her to support her above the ground. “There’s… there’s nothing left.. it’s all… gone…” She squinted her eyes shut, having them sting from the dust that rose into them from being so close to the ground where the wind was giving a steady blow of eerie desolation.

Sonic frowned, slowly starting to make his way to her.

“I just… I can’t do it anymore!” she covered her face, crying suddenly.

Custom Character looked concerned, reaching a hand forward and bending their eyes back, wanting to comfort in some way.

But then,

Sonic turned to speak over his shoulder.

“Tails, go on without us.”

Tails was about to protest, but nodded and pulled Custom Character along, shaking his head at the desire the character showed to stay and help.

As the team departed, Sonic walked further over to Amy, bending down to her level on one knee. He tilted his head to her, a look of care in his eyes as his kind and gentle nature began to show through his usual leader-like persona of wise-cracks and confident chuckles.

“I just can’t… I can’t see anything left worth fighting for.” in shame, she bent down, trying to keep her face concealed as she cried.

His smile shifted to one of understanding, as he drooped his eyelids a little down, before looking to the ground, thinking…

He looked up, much more confident in an answer now.

“I do.”

She slowly… with soft sniffles,… curled her fingers to look over her hands…

He was staring right at her, a loving look of praise, before reaching his arms out to her shoulders, then dropping them down a bit with a friendly grin of encouragement, and helped her get up.

“There’s always something to fight for, Amy. A future… this place…” he gestured around him, removing his arms from her to show the ruins around him. “Everything can be rebuilt. Everything can be salvaged and made into more than what it used to be.”

Amy looked around, suddenly picturing a wonderful, bustling city. People and shops lining ever cracked corner and bended postboard.

It brought a smile to her face, picturing families at home, friends in the park, and no Eggman overlord to worry them into a state of dread and unhappiness…

He turned back to her, “That’s what I fight for. Can you see it?”

She gracefully nodded her head in acceptance, “Yes.” she agreed, and turned to him. “I see that future.” her eyes glistened with new hope.

He smiled, seeing the sudden shift in her and nodded, taking her hand and starting to lead her back to the others.

He carefully watched her eyes, making sure there wasn’t a second of doubt that he needed to address, before cautiously continuing on and moving at her pace.

He was growing confident in his success, before Amy walked and spoke up again.

“In that future… I see much more than things rebuilt or salvaged.”

“Huh?” he felt a pull on his arm, and stopped to look back at her, blinking in innocence at not knowing what she was implying.

“I saw you too.” she tilted her head, and with a slight flirtation, looked away at the city. “And me.”

He turned his eyes away, a look of confusion as he straightened himself out. “Uhhh..” he tapped a foot down, being careful about how he replied.

As she swayed her body a bit, he noticed her daydreaming, and frowned with suspicion on that gesture.

“Well…” he looked down, trying to avoid as best he could with revealing he knew what she meant now. “You and I might see two different futures. But they’re both still worth fighting for.” He gave her a quick glance before trying to move on, continuing passed the awkward moment she almost created before he felt another tug and looked as though he had flinched from the tug.

His face drooped to an awkward look of ‘please, don’t.’ as Amy continued, her eyes more obvious in her flirtation as she blinked them a few times and kept her hand locked in his.

“I think it’s the same future… but we’re looking at it in different directions and times.” she mused, before she saw him lighten his grip on his hand, acting as though he was trapped by her own hold and just seemed to avoid confrontation.

Surprisingly, he kept his mouth shut, not combating her after a wild mood-swing, in his opinion, before she let his hand go and pouted.

“Oh, you said look to the future! Why can’t I look a little farther ahead?”

“I guess I try and see the current possibilities… instead of the endless ones.”

He grumbled slightly out, as if not really wanting to be heard.

As if on cue, not realizing he wanted to end the conversation on that last note, and being a woman- she naturally wanted the last word- replied with utter confidence radiating from her renewed sense of life and optimism.

“More possibilities, more things worth protecting, right?”

He gave her a pity smile, curling a side of his mouth as if awkwardly trying to just satisfy her with that response.

She bought into it, bouncing back to lead the onward march towards the rest of the team, as he returned to his frown, as if wishing that went better.

‘What possibilities could that be… Amy?’ He almost wished he could ask, without knowing what she’d respond with.

‘The ones where we’re all happy… and love can’t be missed… nor destroyed… nor forgotten.’

Yeah… he knew that’s what she’d say.

And he smiled.

(Tried to keep it mostly in character and canon XD what do you think? Cute, right? xp)

anonymous asked:

I'm from Egypt where it's normal for men to hold hands. It's a sign of friendship and brotherhood and it doesn't mean that they’re gay. When you see the same in western counties, they will most likely think you're gay, which is why a bond as close as Naruto and Sasuke's will be precieved the same way, while their bond is nothing out of the ordinary here. Nobody I know thinks they’re gay. I don't know why it's so hard for some people to understand that the western culture and values is not the no

→ Naruto and Sasuke are not just friends. 
Like I explained in my post [link], Naruto and Sasuke scrapped the notion through unreliable narration. In the beginning, Naruto says that their bond is similar to a brotherhood. Later on, he corrects this and says that their bond is similar to a friendship. Especially Sasuke wants to know why Naruto is so determined to help him when they finally find the time to talk after all these years. Towards the end, Sasuke asks him the same question and wants to know what Naruto meant when he said they are friends. Suddenly, Naruto isn’t sure anymore how to answer his question because the feelings he has for Sasuke are too great and deep. We, as the readers, can notice subtle changes. Are they brothers? Friends? Lovers? They aren’t brothers, Naruto denied this. And it can’t be a normal friendship, Sasuke questioned this, i.e. there is nothing wrong with assuming that their bond is romantic.

Furthermore, I would like to point out that I wrote an essay [link] about this. I suspect you’ve read it already. This is the first argument I counter in my post. Detailed while I provide evidence and several sources. Now, let me ask you a question. What is there not to understand?


→ Kishimoto is Japanese—he is not Egyptian.
Why is that important? Well, the manga/anime is based on Japanese culture. That means you can’t compare it to your country because the sociocultural background is different. I will give you a few examples to back up my claims:

  1. When Sasuke is about to leave Konoha, Sakura confesses her love to him. Sasuke appears behind her, thanks her, and knocks her out. That was an implication for a rejection. It’s especially important to observe this cultural subtext since the series itself is heavily based on Japanese culture and tradition. It’s rude in Japan to refuse something directly. While non-Japanese people might not get it, Japanese people would clearly observe this subtext.
  2. Karin keeps the umbilical cord. You could interpret this as cultural subtext. A non-Japanese person wouldn’t get this, but Japanese people know that this is a traditional rite done by mothers. They clean the umbilical cord for you and put it in a special box to secure a healthy filial-maternal bond for the future. The box is called “Kotobuki Bako.” “Kotobuki” meaning the celebration of marriage, new birth, and longevity, while “Bako” means box. It is said that the custom was invented by a woman who desired a special object for preserving memories.
  3. Just about everything an Uchiha does is based on some sort of Japanese deity. Izanami no Mikoto is the wife and sister of Izanagi no Mikoto. She gave birth to the Japanese islands. Izanagi begat three children. Amaterasu, the sun goddess, from her left eye. Tsukuyomi, the moon god, from her right eye. And Susano’o, the god of storms, from her nose.


Western Countries are shaped by a heteronormative view.
It doesn’t make sense to say all of us assume instantly a person is gay because he/she acts in an intimate way with another person. Exactly the opposite is accurate. To quote [source] myself: “(…) People tend to describe them as ‘friends’ for the very reason that homosexual subtext is often ignored and dismissed—precisely because people assume knowingly or unknowingly heteronormativity is the norm. Moments, some fans would observe as romantic if one of them was a girl, are completely rejected—or simply derided. (…)”

I would like to point out—again—that I wrote an essay [link] about this. The explanation is right there. Besides, it’s suspicious that you resort to sophistical tactics to undermine my authority. You indirectly accuse me of being influenced by my environment; therefore, nobody should take me seriously because I’m not able to draw an objective conclusion. Are such statements really necessary? Or do they only serve the purpose to put me in a bad light? :-)


→ They never held hands. 
Naruto and Sasuke didn’t touch each other in suggestive ways, and they never held hands. I rely on the fact that they acted in a way that has a romantic connotation. Quoting [source] @blue-analytic, “(…) The moment when Naruto said to Sasuke ‘If you attack the Hidden Leaf, I’ll have no choice; I will fight you, don’t doubt that… Until that day, save your hatred. Then you can throw all of it right at me. I’m the only one who can handle all that hate! Do you understand? I’m the only one who can fulfill that duty, so I’ll bear the burden of your hatred, and I’ll die with you! Because you’re my friend!’, strengthened again how important Sasuke was to Naruto. The moment stressed their bond. Thus fulfilling the definition above. So we have clearly homosexual subtext. Now, let me quote this:

‘Also, when Naruto said he wanted to die with Sasuke, people tend to forget that what he meant by that was that if he couldn’t convince and come to an understanding with Sasuke while alive, he would still try in death, where no label and no heritage would be in the way. No more Uchiha or Jinchuuriki. Just Naruto and Sasuke.

Now… Do you know what Juliet said to Romeo? She told him to forsake his name. In this case, their family/blood was coming in the way of their love. Naruto pulled something straight out of one of the greatest love story of all time.’

And if these examples are not enough, then let me show you the following link that lists all homosexual subtext between Naruto and Sasuke in the manga and in the anime: http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/HoYay/Naruto (…)”

Quoting myself, “(…) I would like to point out—again—that I wrote an essay [link] about this. The explanation is right there in the beginning. (…)”


→ I live in a country where various cultures meet. 
Two adults would most likely shake their hands in a friendly way; however, the younger generation tends to greet each other in a different way. A quick kiss on the right and left cheek is the norm, and it doesn’t matter if you’re male or female. Nobody calls you gay for it, mind yourself with your accusations.


→ The fallacy of composition. 
And lastly, stop using logical fallacies to manipulate our conversation. The fallacy of composition arises when a conclusion is drawn about a whole based on the features of its constituents. For instance: “Atoms are colourless. This rose is made of atoms. That concludes the rose is colourless.” Even if the premise of the statement refers to the whole element of an entirety, the conclusion is often false.

Well, you tried.

anonymous asked:

can you please do k + andreil? thank you!!<33

k) on the edge of consciousness. i was like ‘i don’t know what this means’ and then five seconds later i went ‘yes i do. it means hurt/comfort’ because jesus christ am i predictable

warning for recounted abuse in a medical facility.

Because Andrew wants to live more than he wants to stay the fuck away from hospitals, he doesn’t protest being driven to the ER.  He’s feverish and in pain, his mouth sour with swallowed bile.  The bright hurt in one side his belly is enough of a hint that he needs actual medical treatment.

He isn’t Neil Josten, liable to think that everything is okay, or that it will be if he waits long enough.  Neil Josten is driving the car, white-faced and pinch-mouthed, like anyone in this day and age dies of appendicitis.  It’s pretty hypocritical that he looks so panicked, considering the shit that he’s put Andrew through over the years.

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DeanCas Coda to 12.03: The Foundry

“So, um, you hungry?”

“Dean…”

Dean doesn’t want to hear it. He already feels his heart beating a mile a minute inside his chest, the world blurring at the edges as he swallows back what feels like bile crawling up his throat. He forces his lips to pull up in a smile, giving a cursory swipe to his eyes as his gaze bounces from the floor to the table to literally everywhere else but the goddamn door.

This is his fault.

As per usual, Sam was right, and Dean was too stupid to see it. If he’d only grown some fucking balls and talked to her—fuck.

“Dean, we should talk about this.”

A laugh—loud, humourless, teetering on the knife’s edge of hysteria—bubbles up past Dean’s lips. “Ain’t nothin’ to talk about, Sammy.” His voice comes out hoarse. “You want a sandwich or what?”

Dean doesn’t give his brother time to answer, stalking to the kitchen with a bitten lip. It’s hard to see where he’s going because everything’s blurred no matter how much he wipes at his face, and the way the world seems to be folding in around him feels kinda like the panic attacks he used to get when he lost his mom the first time. But that wasn’t on him.

This is.

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Wrong Number

[Annabeth Chase’s phone]

Saturday, April 26 

2:37 am [to 673729225]

Annabeth Chase (6266223842): lisen jerkfac answet you dam phoe im tryig to screm at yo
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673729225:  so, um, hey, you kind of left me a voice message yesterday?
673729225:  Weeeell, maybe a few and some texts but i think you got the wrong number, you see unless i have been living a lie my whole life my name is not ryan?
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romanced companions react to a vary happy sole (positive and bright and soft about everything. being optimistic about every situation that came there way) having a break down after finding out what shaun has become. crying for the first time as they rip there old home apart. throwing and yelling at there partners to leave, that they don't what anyone to see them anymore. that theirs no hope anymore. (sorry its so sad but you can add that fluff bro your an amazing writer!!!! love this blog!!)

This pained me to write but was also so much fun. Also thanks dear!!! I appreciate it so much!!! <3


Hancock: They had thrown things at him and pushed him and yelled at him but he still went up and hugged them, holding them as tight as he could even as they cried and raged against him. When they finally finished yelling they were just sobbing and holding onto him as tight as he was holding onto them. “Shhhhhh.” He rubbed their back. “It’s gonna be okay, Sunshine. We’ll figure it out. We always do.”

Nick: He grabbed them and held onto them tight before they could smash anything. He couldn’t let them do that, no matter how much they wanted to. He held them though and let them yelling and strike at him. Finally, they just slumped against him not moving a muscle, their head buried into his chest. “We’re gonna fix it, Kid. Okay?” He said. “I don’t know how we’re gonna fix things, but we’re gonna fix them. We’re gonna fix and things are gonna be fine. And that’s a promise.” He pressed a gently kiss on the top of their head.

Deacon: He couldn’t watch it happen. It brought back too many memories from the time he went off the deep end for a little while. He waited outside the house and when all was quiet he went back in and found them lying in the mess that was once the kitchen. He laid down next to them. “Do you feel any better?” He asked. They just shook their heads. He nodded.  He hadn’t felt any better either. “What do you want to do?” Again they shoo their heads. “How about I take you to a bed and you can sleep for a while and then decide?”

They looked over at him now, their eyes red and puffy from crying. “Only if you lay down with me,” they said, their voice hoarse.

He nodded. “Deal.”

Maccready: “Boss,” he pleaded. “No, no. Come on, it’s not that bad.” He ducked out of the way of an incoming vase they threw at him. “We’ll figure something out.”

 Sole just shook their head crying. “All of it was for nothing, Maccready. My family is gone. Shaun might as well be a stranger. My husband/wife is dead.” They shrugged. “There’s nothing left for me in this world.”

He took their hand and squeezed it gently. “There’s me. There’s Nick. And Preston. And Hancock. And literally anybody you’ve helped here. We all still need you. I still need you. And we’re all here for you. Every one of us.” He smiled, trying to get them to smile too. “Besides who else is gonna keep me from doing stupid stuff when I get into fights?”

Preston: “I know it feels like there’s nothing worth living for right now. I know. I felt the same way when the Minutemen fell apart. But I kept going. Even when I felt like there was no hope, because that’s the only way you can keep hope alive. By moving forward, even when you wanna stop.” He gave them a long hug and kiss on the forehead before leading them to a bed and letting them sleep for a while.

Cait: She slapped Sole, even though she had tears in her eyes too. “Keep it together,” she told them. “This isn’t the end of things. There’s still hope.”

“You don’t get it, Cait. There’s nothing left for me anymore. I’m alone.”

She slappeed Sole again, angry this time. “Alone?” She echoed. “What about me? What about Piper? Or Danse? Curie? Any of your friends? What are all of us?” She shook her head, pulling Sole into a hug. “You’re never alone out here. We’ve got you. No matter what.”

Piper: She was crying just as hard as Sole when they yelled at her to leave. “Blue,” she pleaded. “Come on, there’s always hope. Remember? You’re the one who told me that.” Sole just shook their heads, not looking at her. “You can’t just make me leave,” Piper insisted stubbornly through her tears. Sole didn’t answer her. “Alright, Blue. Guess this is goodbye then,” Piper said after a few minutes and left.

Danse: It hurt to watch, but he let them get it out. He let them scream and break everything and even when they told him to leave, screamed at him to go away he stayed. And when they were done he patched up the cut they had gotten when breaking an old vase and began telling them how they were going to make it right. Even if he had to burn the whole world down to do so, he was going to make it right again.

Curie: She cried but she left, just as they had wished. She didn’t know what else to do. She came back two days later to find them sitting in the exact same spot she had left them in. “I’m sorry for leaving,” she told them, sitting down too.

“I’m sorry for yelling,” Sole said flatly.

Curie took their hand lightly. “I’m sorry about everything that has happened. Truly. If there is anything I can do to make it better somehow, please, just say the word and I will do it.”

Sole just shook their head. “Just stay with me. Please,” they said, almost pleading.

X688: He just stood there and let them scream and cry. When they turned to him and cursed everything about the institute and even X6 himself, he let them. They weren’t wrong. The institute had done this to them. Even Father, the real Shaun, was to blame for their sorrow. When they finally stopped and just sat down in the mess they had made in their old home he sat down with them. He took their hand gently. “I’m deeply sorry for what the Institute has done to you and what they did to the son you once knew. I hope that you’ll continue to travel with me though, even though I am apart of what they’ve done.”

Fanfic - Bean sídhe (Chapter 6)

I’m so so grateful and humbled by all your feedback on this. There aren’t enough words to thank you! So I’ll leave chapter 6 with you guys and go hide now.

Chapter 6 - Punishment

“I have to continue to make him proud, Claire. I must go to Leoch and settle things with Laoghaire.” He laid close to her again, his hand cupping her breast. “And then I’ll come back to ye, Bean sídhe.”

In the morning Jamie left Claire with a fervent kiss and the promise of a swift return, the memory of her body still warm in his hands, and began the journey that would take him to Leoch.

The weather was fine, one of those rare sunny days in Scotland, when the heather comes alive and fluffy white clouds lolled in the distance. He enjoyed being outdoors again after so many days of forced rest and whispered incentives to the mount Claire had lent him, a brown mare called Mary.

When the sun touched his face he closed his eyes, reliving the night before, the smell of growing plants reminding him of Claire’s hair, the bright light almost as blinding as her naked body had been. He had left her only a few hours ago but was already aching with her absence, a permanent discomfort that only his memories of her quelled. He felt strange and incomplete without her, his body half of something made much larger by union.

As he progressed he also began feeling apprehension for his reception at Leoch. He had disappeared during what was supposed to be a short hunting expedition and his uncles probably had presumed him dead by that time. He feared his confrontation with Laoghaire almost as much as the wrath of Colum and Dougal – she was a bonny lass, yes, but also the bearer of a stormy temperament.  Their discussions were a frequent topic of gossip in the castle grounds, for she never seemed to be pleased with his behaviour. She sensed he didn’t share her enthusiasm with the prospect of making her “Mistress Fraser”, though in his defence he had tried to give it a real chance in the last month of their engagement, finding some wild flowers to leave at her door and talking about things she would comprehend. But that was before Claire. That was before he knew what it felt like to find a kindred spirit, a woman whom to share body and soul with.

He knew he probably would have to leave the MacKenzie lands for good, but that thought didn’t cause him any pain. He had Claire and the having of her filled every place in his heart. Everything else would come in due time.

The apparition of a single rider at distance distracted him from his daydreaming – he had spent the last few minutes thinking of the way he would come to her and take her the next time, his fingers touching her secret spots, stealing moans from her soft, sweet, mouth – forcing him to stand straight on the saddle, his hand resting on the blade he carried.

When the rider approached he recognized the silhouette and raised his hand in greeting, a smile forming on his lips.

“Willie!” He greeted. “A charaid!”

“Jamie!” The young man recognized him. They quickly dismounted and hugged each other. “Here ye are man! Ye had me sick with worrying, searching high and low for yer ass! I was certain ye were deid.”

“Well, close enough.” Jamie said, patting his friend on the shoulder. He and Willie were almost of the same age and good friends since his coming to Leoch. “I had an accident and was taken badly.”

“Ach!” Willie grunted, cleaning the sweat of his brow. “Where the devil did ye go, then? The MacKenzie called a search for ye and nae one could find sae much as one thread of hair from that rock solid heid!”

“Someone helped me.” He said, feeling his cheeks hot. “Willie, I have to go to Leoch.”

“Hmm….” The man measured him with a sapient look. “Ye look different. What are ye about, a charaid?”

“I’m to go there and free myself of my commitment to Laoghaire.” He said, his face serious and fierce. “I’m no longer free to marry her.” And then he told him the tale of a mysterious and engaging woman, who saved him from death and loneliness, capturing his heart in the process. He told Willie everything – well, almost everything, for the previous night belonged only to him and Claire and her provenience was also out of boundaries – knowing that his friend would understand.

“And ye say this woman is the Bean sídhe?” Willie shook his head, looking astonished. “Of all the reckless things ye ever did, this Jamie my lad…” And he continued to shake his head.

“I had nae choice, Willie.” Jamie said, a smile blossoming on his lips. “She chose me.”

“Ye are in love with her, aren’t ye?” Willie said, still slightly shaking his head but sharing his smile, a look of respect in his eyes. “Jamie Fraser in love with a lassie!”

“She’s not a lassie.” Jamie’s smiled widened, an air of smugness about it. “She’s a woman. And aye. I love her.”

“Well,” Willie said, tousling Jamie’s hair in a companion way. “We best go, then. There’s nae point in delaying the inevitable. Maybe Colum will be relieved enough that ye weren’t eaten by a wolf to let ye go unpunished.”

****

They arrived at Leoch after three days of riding, the dust and sweat almost gluing them to the saddle. Jamie knew he would be summoned immediately to Himself, word of his arrival spreading like wildfire since their first sighting in the fields that surrounded Leoch. So he greeted Mrs. Fitz at distance, waved a hand in appreciation to Willie, and went to wash the dirt and find a decent shirt. He wanted to face whatever was coming looking like a man, not a scared beggar.

As he was washing his face with some warm water from a basin, the knock on the door warned him of the presence of a servant, delivering the expected notice to present himself to the Laird.

He marched through the dark and humid corridors of the castle and knocked on Colum’s study door.

“Aye.” A voice responded inside and Jamie entered.

“Uncle.” He bowed. “I’ve come, as commanded.”

“Jamie.” Colum was sitting on his chair, a book open on his lap, a quill covering his legs, sheltering them both from cold and from curious glances. “Where were ye this past weeks?”

“I was seriously injured while chasing a deer, uncle. It took me some time to mend enough to make the journey back.” Jamie responded, his fingers lightly tapping on his thigh.

“Was it so?” Colum’s cold gaze met his. “I hope ye were in yer death bed to take this long.”

“Like I said, it was serious.” Jamie repeated, impatience flourishing. “Uncle, I…” But Colum interrupted him.

“We were waiting for ye to get back. Your bride is sick, Jamie. Laoghaire has been sick for almost a week, a fever so high she almost melted.” Colum’s face was softer now. “She might not make it. The healer who came said her state is delicate.”

Jamie felt the ground escaping under his feet, pity for the lass filling his heart, but he had to say what had brought him there.

“I’m verra sorry to hear it, Uncle. I shall do whatever I can do help Laoghaire and see her through it, but I won’t call her my bride anymore. I’m here to tell ye our arrangement is nae longer a reality. I won’t marry her.” Colum’s face was pale with rage, his mouth turned to a fine line.

“Ye what?” His head tilted to the side, acting like if watching Jamie from a different angle would alter his words. “Shall I remind ye of your debt to us?”

“There’s no need to it.” Jamie said, a note of anger lending force to his speech. “I’m well aware. Ye never missed a chance to remind me of it.”

“And yet,” Colum’s gaze pierced into him. “Ye have the effrontery of coming here to tell me that ye refuse, not only an honour, but also a direct order from yer Laird?”

“My Laird is dead!” Jamie growled. “Along with my father, my brothers and sister, my godfather and all of those I called family and clan! Where were the MacKenzie when we were being slaughtered in our homes, killed like animals without a chance of fighting honourably for our lives? Where were ye when they took everything that was dear to me, my heritage and my right?”

Colum stayed silent, his face and hands contorted in rage. One hundred heartbeats passed and then two hundred, until he spoke again.

“What brought this?” He asked, his fingers massaging his temples. “Why suddenly to alienate yerself from us?”

“I’m just doing what had to be done. Now I just have the courage to do it.” He smiled, his blue eyes glowing.

“Verra well!” Colum slowly got up revealing his contorted and disfigured legs and talked solemnly. “James Fraser, for your words and disobedience, I ban ye from clan lands. Ye are nae longer under my protection from this moment on. Ye may take yer leave from Laoghaire if ye like and then off ye go.”

Jamie bent his head to his uncle and turned to leave.

“I hope ye know the danger that awaits ye outside these walls.” He heard Colum’s voice say, in afterthought. “Many won’t rest until ye lie ten feet below the ground.”  Jamie looked over his shoulder and gave his uncle a lopsided smile.

Je suis prest.”

****

“Are ye leaving then?” Willie asked, watching Jamie saddling Mary.

“Aye.” Jamie said, his fingers swiftly adjusting the stirrups. “Colum has spoken and I’m eager to start my punishment.” He smiled. He had been thinking of Claire and the last image he had of her, her lips almost on his when she had whispered “Don’t be long. I’ll be waiting.”

“Did ye gave Laoghaire a farewell, then?” Willie inquired, curious. “I hear she’s closer to the veil than to the living, ye ken?”

“I have, but I’ll be back shortly.” Jamie responded. “I’m to fetch Claire so she can heal Laoghaire. If anyone is capable of bringing her back, it’s her.”

“Ach!” Willie’s eyes were big as coins. “Ye intend to bring the lass ye’ll marry to cure the lass ye were to be married with?” He shook his head in disbelief. “Consorting with ye is a full time occupation, Jamie lad. My heid hurts.”

Jamie laughed and mounted Mary, and when he looked to say goodbye, Willie was by his side also mounted on his black stallion.

“What are ye doing?” He asked, surprised.

“I’m going with ye to meet the Bean sídhe, what else a charaid?” He smiled and shrugged. “Someone has to see this woman of yours and make sure she doesna have three eyes and the tongue of a snake, aye?”

****

They were close to Durisdeer now and Jamie felt a longing for Claire that resembled a constant ache in his gut. He couldn’t wait for the moment when they would meet again and he would tell her, and - more importantly - show her, how much he missed her.

They were pacing in the shadow of the threes and he felt his mouth dry and the mare restless. He had pushed the rhythm, anxious to get to Claire, and now both of them were paying the price. He briefly conferred with Willie and they led the horses to a burn nearby, where they filled their bellies with cold and delicious water.

He enjoyed the calmness of his surroundings, the pleasant breeze, the thought of throwing himself in the water tempting him.

Suddenly he noticed the absolute silence in the forest, the singing of birds repressed, the absence of snaps of animal’s hoofs. Something was wrong.

Almost instantly the smell of burning wood filled his nostrils like a wave hitting his face, making him gasp and cough. He ran for the three line, where a column of smoke was now visible, raising like a pillar of destruction. It was just in the direction he was following, just in line with Claire’s cottage. Claire. Oh God, Claire.

He abandoned the mare, knowing that she wouldn’t be of any help, scared and blinded by the smoke, and ran to Claire’s house, ignoring Willie’s callings. He also ignored the ache in his leg, the leg that Claire had set, the bone still healing bellow the flesh.

Jamie came to the clearing where Claire’s cottage was nestled and saw that the whole house was being consumed by fire, Bathsheba bawling in fright near the fence. His mouth opened in a soundless scream and he kneeled, the image of flames searing his eyes, memories of her smile and the flow of her hair coming to him in rapid succession. Willie appeared behind him and seeing Jamie petrified and useless, ran to untie Bathsheba and guided her to the nearby threes.

He felt more than heard a presence, and turned around to see a figure walk from the threes, swaying with each step. It seemed to be a woman by her clothing, but her face was covered with bruises and her right eye was puffed, swollen almost shut. But there was something so familiar and powerful about the woman that he raised up and took a step in her direction. Two things happened at the same time – he saw gold reflecting the flames in her left eye as she called “Jamie.”

Jamie ran to her, catching her amidst falling, shock making him shiver. He cradled her, calling her name, the touch of her body familiar and terrible. He felt tears clouding his eyes and impatiently wiped them, searching for injuries. Only then he realized what made it so difficult for him to recognize her.

God, oh God. Her hair was gone.

anonymous asked:

I have a couple bellarke fics ideas, but I needed to find someone that I thought could do them justice. And then I found you! I love your work and have read the arranged marriage fics at least five times. Here's the first request: A fic where Clarke is given to bellamy by the grounders as a peace offering and neither of them know what to do because obviously they don't agree with giving people as gifts but they can't offend the gift givers until they leave.

.Thank you so much for putting that trust in me and I hope I won’t disappoint you. I wasn’t sure where to go with this prompt so it kind of turned into channeling all my e02 feelings into it. 

Still, compared to e03 it’s pretty happy, so, enjoy. :D

Written before 3x03.

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They say that the gods don’t love the way humans do and Bellamy Blake is alright with that. He has never wanted to be a god, not even when the smell of death clung to his skin like a shadow he couldn’t part from – that power was never wanted. Gods are cursed and maybe humans are, too, but when he sees Clarke in Azgeda court, he forgets everything about curses and wars and blood.

All there is left are her eyes widening slightly, something akin to relief in them, and he sees the way her shoulders slump, tired of carrying the weight of the world on her own.

I’m sorry, I should have been there, he wants to say, but their story is full of those beautiful almosts that make the words catch in his throat every damn time.

Instead, what comes out is her name, breathed out because something behind his lungs, something he’d call a heart if he had one to begin with, thrashes against his ribcage and now there is just a storm calming down in her blue eyes and liquid gold flowing in her hair just for them.

“Bellamy,” she replies, her hands twitching like she wants to say hello, but she is held down by two ripped Ice Nation warriors. Bellamy sees the exact moment she realizes that she can’t rush over to him so he does.

She is warm and soft and protests when his arms nearly crack her ribs, wrapped around her sides too tightly, but he swears he hears a chuckle after her lips brush past his cheek.

And then, her hot breath on his ear, a whisper. “The queen thinks we’re lovers. Play along.”

Bellamy wants to ask how the fuck does that matter, she’s here now, she’s here and he could cry from the sheer relief, but when queen of the Ice Nation speaks, it dawns on him.

“Bellamy kom Skaikru. Please accept Wanheda as our peace offering. We wish peace to your people, despite our – unfortunate start.” The queen is tall, her skin fair and when she moves, the furs she is covered in move like a mass of wretched bodies in the Styx. She is ice and somehow, she still looks like she could burn them all. “We hope we can achieve it now.”

Wanheda. He wants to say that is not the Commander of Death they all want her to be. She is Clarke Griffin and she has done more good than bad so fuck their Wanheda bullshit.

The queen shoots them a pointed look and only then does Bellamy become aware of the way Clarke has tangled herself up in him, pressing to his side, her hand on the small of his back, her forehead burning next to his neck, a polite smile in the ruler’s direction that doesn’t quite reach up to her eyes.

But still –

“She is not-“ he starts, only to be silenced by Clarke pinching his elbow. She shakes her head ever so slightly but he catches up, ‘a gift’ replaced by something that might get them out of this place alive. “She is not just Wanheda, she is everything to me.”

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Gail/Holly Alternate Beginning Headcanon

This was inspired by someone in the fandom saying they wanted a story where Gail and Holly end up saying I love you for the first time during a fight. I can’t remember who it was sorry! Also this is my first ever Rookie Blue fanfic and my second fic ever, so please be gentle :)

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My Zankie Thoughts (Bring Your Brains For This One)

First of all i wanna say that im proud of what Zach is doing with his younows and stuff. I think hes doing a great job with making things happen for himself business wise. Personal life….theres something deep going on and i want yall to take a walk with me while we discuss this. I do wanna say that this is just MY opinion on the situation and i’m going by the things that i SEE and SEEN for months leading up to now. If people don’t like what i have to say then I’m gonna be really hurt…….SIKE! i dont give a fuck so moving on.

Regarding Zach

There is someone in his life, that does not accept zach for who he (no matter what his sexuality is.) There is someone that does not want him to live his life the way he wants to live it and i’m gonna tell you how i figured that out. Sometimes i hate bringing this up over and over but its very important to the things we see. Lets think for a moment. Zach posted that snapchat of him and Frankie openly and freely right? why would a guy, put an erotic snapchat out like he did. HE did. Go the extra mile and put his hand where he put it (crotch) leave it up for almost 1 hour. And wait a week to say it wasn’t his hand? it wasn't released on somebody elses snapchat where maybe, we could have questioned it. No this is his snapchat and his hand why would a guy like zach put himself in a predicament like that? somebody either had something to him about it or somebody had to drill him to the wall about it and it scared him away from it because EVERYBODY saw it. what yall think? be honest, nobody would put something like that out and leave it there for 45 minutes especially when you label yourself “straight” and then a week later you deny it. That was a very strong statement. when people thought andy was sucking another guys dick he didn’t wait a week to say it wasn’t him did he? so this is my point, After that entire week, ROA surprise, both 54 below’s and then the snapchat my personal opinion i think he was told hes not allowed to be around frankie anymore or else this this and this will happen.(my opinion) How is it that Frankie and Zach can be absolutely cool with each other texting each other,snapchatting,hes spelling his name going into the pool, and Frankie’s liking zach’s pics, Zach gets to nyc talks about zankie and seeing frankie and not knowing when frankie’s coming (which by the way made sense for zach to keep quiet about that even if he knew because frankie didn’t even tell nobody when he was coming so theres that.) And when zach leaves frankie tweets “some people are worth melting (fighting) for” but then publically we get nothing which to the PUBLIC would indicate something is wrong but…Dominic was shutting haters down and zach posted a snap with him and lauren. so thats when shit aint lining up with the dots. The happiness and them not hanging out don’t quite add up unless *snap snaps* yea sneaky right? the reason i believe that Zach was told he can’t see Frankie is because simply even as “Friends” they cant hang out or be seen in public eye anymore why?. Zach was liking every picture Frankie posted once upon a time. Ass pictures, Shirtless pictures, everything. out the blue it stopped and i’m not just talking the pictures of Frankie i mean the kinda pictures he liked was very bold at times he didn’t give a fuck what he liked. And his entire IG patterned switched up after the week of 54 below that’s when the the russian beauty came in. everything frankie and zach does Is still very very discreet and its been this way if you think about it for a while. Lets go back real quick Frankie calls Zach out on twitter and Frankie said hes gonna be on his way. but zach basically said “not today” and he tweeted that isotope tweet in front of the WORLD! and he didn’t care, he knew how he felt and he choose to do that publicly instead of calling frankie on the phone behind closed doors. so how can a person back track unless somebody is telling him something that’s scaring him? thats making him not be himself? how can he be excited to go to Disney and boom we get nothing (still no explanation of it) how can he be excited about Africa and boom (no explanation of it) how can Frankie tweet zach “im on my way to you” and boom frankie is not there (no explanation) how can he be excited to go to the Ariana Grande concert and boom (no explanation) how can he talk about meeting up with frankie that thursday for 2 days and boom (no explanation) why does he have to SNEAK to the jingle ball concert to see ari? why does he not wanna show people he has pics with ari backstage?Caleb was posting selfies right? and we know he was back there because of the backstage pass on his neck so that to (no explanation) he seems to not wanna show somebody who hes with. So he gets to nyc airport and hes at there alone. The moment he step out florida we get the famous “rachel vodka cran can get it, actually she already did get it lets be real” now zach becomes a very open person when he feels very free and he knows we know rachel is Frankie no wig, no nothing, just drunk off of imaginary vodka Frankie lol but again he didn’t give a shit about saying it he was being himself. When a person acts like that when they’re away from certain people its called.                                                                                                

 Being!..Your!…Self!

Frankies tweet “some people are worth melting (fighting) for” was in my opinion saying that he hasnt given up on Zach. I dont give 4 fucks and a hotpocket who thinks i’m delusional that’s my personal opinion. And it happened as Zach got picked up. To me zankie is fine, however i think Zach is going through some shit that he will not show us.And i do wanna tell the zankie fans this, find a way to detach yourself from them emotionally because it will fuck you up. I found a balance where i can love them and not give a fuck at the same time and its honestly awesome lol oh! oh! oh! and also stop asking Zach these questions about him and frankie when hes in front of people that dont know much about his personal life hes not gonna fucking answer. They asking “did yall secretly hang out” in today’s broadcast bitch thats why its called a secret. If he said “yea we did” then the next question would be why did we not get any pics and then he has to go into detail about why, which wouldn’t be good because he has to tell them or not say nothing.Sometimes the best answer is no answer but if you want people off your back you gotta start giving A answer. To wrap this up just look around you Zach can hang out with Victoria and Nicole and others and Frankie can hang out with Derrick and Cody all he wants. Even Derrick said on his younow Frankie text me and cody all the time.but zach and frankie ain’t telling nobody shit about them, oh you don’t believe me? read line 2 of Zach’s isotope tweet. or how about the younow where somebody said “can you younow with frankie” and he said “i don’t know i don't like to broadcast my entire life you know” i hope yall with me on this shitCody and Frankie can hang out because that’s what friends do, they chill. Did he not let caleb spend a couple days at his apartment? Like relax even if they was i don’t think even THEY would be this fucking public so lets chill on all the Cody and Frankie dating bullshit. They ain’t went through half the shit Frankie and Zach have been through and we saw it. they’re just friends its fine the moment they start hiding like Zach and Frankie is when yall should worry. let everybody do them, things occur when we don’t pay as much attention to it, Zankie is A ok, have a blessed tuesday :)