although this one is the worst

anonymous asked:

I'm a ravenclaw that's never really studied but gotten decent marks for school although I never cared about what I got as long as I passed, now my grades actually matter because I finish school at the end of the year. I kept getting really anxious after any assessments that count that I won't do well enough for my course. The one class that I'm topping gets me the worst though because part of the mark for the rest of the class depends on me doing well in the exam and last year with my (1/2)

When I’m upset I lose myself in a good tv show (Scream, Riverdale, How to Get Away With Murder are all really good), take deep breaths, take a bit shower, drink tea, write or read.
Hope one of those helps love!
(Sorry this took so long to get to!)
- Mel (the Slytherin)

The Signs at their Best / The Signs at their Worst
  • Aries at their best: Full of life, adventurous and with a bright light in their eyes - a light bright enough to make all darkness disappear. Challenging, caring and with a big smile on their face. Admiring all beauty they can see, their head filled with plans. Nothing could ever bring them down, nothing could come between them and whatever it is that they want.
  • Aries at their worst: Doubting themselves in a very destructive way. They think it's all their fault and that they can't make anyone truly happy. Reckless. Cannot be reached by anyone, no one knows what's going on inside their head. Harsh. Don't care if they hurt someone's feelings or not. Don't care at all.
  • Taurus at their best: Absolute sweethearts with a great wits. Their heart is only open wide for people they choose carefully because they know it's for their own good. They know what's good for them and they're confident because they know what they're capeable of. A true and fair winner. Caring, charming, funny, intelligent, affectionate.
  • Taurus at their worst: They seem cold and careless. They know how to use words when they want to cause pain with them and they do that. Doubting themselves, suddenly lost all their confidence. Can't really control their feelings and tend to explode. Not looking after themselves and their loved ones because they're busy being stuck in a bad mood but deep down they're very very sorry for it.
  • Gemini at their best: A head full of ideas, a chest full of life. Up to something great, smiling, laughing, telling jokes, telling the greatest stories. Caring, motivating and inspiring. Freedom-loving, passionate about life, creative. Helpful, knows how to cheer you up. They don't run out of energy, they keep going.
  • Gemini at their worst: There is no sparkle in their eyes. Their hands are cold and their look is empty. Everything bores them, bothers them or sucks the life out of their bones. They don't see or hear anything, they're lost in thoughts. Get mean easily, say things they don't mean. Hurt others on purpose but end up hurting themselves. Self-pitying, over-emotional or not showing any emotion.
  • Cancer at their best: Brave people of good heart. Kind and caring, spreading love and good vibes. They fight for what they want, they always have something to say. Generous, understanding, shining as bright as the sun. A smile that makes others smile. They are very strong and handle their emotions wisely. Not to be underestimated.
  • Cancer at their worst: Say or do things they regret immediately. Forget to take care of themselves. They don't talk to anyone, don't reply. They tend to put themselves under an enormous emotional pressure. May manipulate others or completely lock themselves away.
  • Leo at their best: The literal sun. They shine so bright even when they're not smiling. Their laugh echoes, everybody hears it. Very proud, ambitious, kind, fair and loving. Bring happiness wherever they go, bring light into the dark. Full of dreams and very intelligent. The one that makes a boring evening a perfect one. Protective and they have a great sense of humour.
  • Leo at their worst: Believing themselves to be not good enough, doubting themselves and suffering from it. Harsh and kind of cold. Their look is still powerful and you dare not to speak to them. They drift away, may get mean or change their mind really quick because they just don't know what they want and it frustrates them so much.
  • Virgo at their best: Really good at doing what they love to do. Happy to spend time with people they like, generous and gentle, wise, gives great advices. Takes hints, makes great surprises and knows how to comfort people. Full of life and they have a great wits. The one that keeps you grounded. Honest and fair.
  • Virgo at their worst: Causing pain or worries to others to release themselves from it. They may be manipulative and self-pitying, exaggerating and not really speaking up. They tend to make decisions they will regret later. They forget how clever they are or they doubt their skills and their intelligence and make themselves smaller than they are.
  • Libra at their best: A great supporter. Someone with an eye for beauty, a charming smile and an amazing aura. They are funny, full of ideas and spontaneous. Remember little things and can easily make others happy what they love to do. Very creative, honest and they have a wild soul.
  • Libra at their worst: Moody, not seeing themselves as the masterpiece they are. Letting everybody know how they feel. Cold and feeling incredibly bad about it. They just hide away from the world and won't let anything come close to them. In pain just because they see all the flaws in their lives although there may not even be some.
  • Scorpio at their best: Passionate, strong, strong-willed, skilled and loving. They are full of secrets which is why they can keep secrets like no one else. An entire universe for themselves. They don't care about limits but in a good way. They share their ideas and dreams and cheer others up.
  • Scorpio at their worst: Neglecting their friends, their family, their duties and themselves. Reckless and not saying much about it. Things that usually fascinate them do not fascinate them anymore and they feel like nothing could ever make them smile again. Everything they love starts seeming so irrelevant to them.
  • Sagittarius at their best: Funny, uplifting, full of life and good energy. They don't care what anyone thinks of them, they will dance to loud music whenever they feel like it. They are open minded and interested in things, prepared to stand up for what they believe in at any time.
  • Sagittarius at their worst: Feeling depressed and not able to explain it, express it or talk about it. Over emotional and hot tempered, about to explode although they don't always know why. About to yell at someone for little things although they don't want to. Tired of everything.
  • Capricorn at their best: A guardian angel. Always there when you need them, glad to help. Caring for themselves and really moving things. Know how to use words and what to say in any situation. Working on something great, motivating others, taking care of people.
  • Capricorn at their worst: Sarcastic and they just shut everything down. Maybe bitter over something, maybe making others upset, too. Seem to have given up. Not sure what to do or what to say. Doubting themselves deep down but not willing to admit it. Not showing any emotions.
  • Aquarius at their best: An actual source of energy. Always have the greatest plans and ideas, dislike boredom. They love communicating and meeting new people, seeing new places. Curious about life, wanting to explore the world. Lift others up with their presence only.
  • Aquarius at their worst: Complaining over everything and annoying others with it. They don't care about anything anymore, reckless. Do not care anymore and do their own thing even though it might not be good for them. Ignoring others and feeling empty deep down. Like they ran out of energy.
  • Pisces at their best: Supporting others, taking care of others but also of themselves. Very clever, know what to say, funny. Their fantasy knows no limits and they're very productive. Do art or listen to music. Make others smile and fascinate them. Playing their own little games. Inspired.
  • Pisces at their worst: Feeling incredibly sad because of how the world is. Manipulative and stubborn. Actually dangerous because you just can't tell what they're up to. Revengeful. They have no energy and feel powerless, underestimated and not treated how they think they should be treated.
Harry Potter and the Neural Network fan fiction

Or, what happens if you train a neural network on the titles and plot summaries of over 100,000 works of Harry Potter fan fiction.

In the decades since the Harry Potter books were published, fans have written literally hundreds of thousands of Harry Potter stories of their own, and shared them online. Can a neural network join in on the fun?

In a way, everything a recurrent neural network writes is fan fiction. A recurrent neural network looks at an example dataset (such as the complete Sherlock Holmes stories) and teaches itself the patterns and conventions that it sees. So, if it’s given Sherlock Holmes stories, it will become obsessed with Holmes and Watson, and if it’s given knock-knock jokes, it will spend all day telling awful knock-knock jokes of its own.

Thanks to an idea by a couple of readers, some heroic work by @b8horpet in scraping (with permission) hundreds of thousands of Harry Potter fan fiction titles and summaries from AO3, and a flexible new recurrent neural network implementation by Chen Liang, the neural network’s latest obsession is Harry Potter.

The Perfect Party by iamisaac
Draco has been left alone, and Ginny confused must learn and who has his best friend. They were breathed by a love that didn’t become his grounds and the flowers begin.

This is a typical example of the neural network’s fan fiction - romantic pairings of two or more Harry Potter characters (called “ships” in fan fiction-speak). In this case, it even has chosen a plausible author: iamisaac is a real and fairly prolific fan fiction author whose works do tend to be of the “romantic” variety. 

The Garden by perverse_idyll for lexigilite
Ron and Hermione move after a man party. What did her best things go and has to deal with people she loves? How many imperfect love really belonges them and needs to be a person? Or will they learn and more than the war?

Mirror Thing by Queen_Elexhan
“Are you there for a relationship? I was a sad future for your love.”  Harry and Ginny find out the meaning is.

Shatters by Kis [archived by TheHexFiles_archivist ]
Based on the Spot Are It Falls Into A Heir by NextrangeOnTheThree
Draco and Hermione share a whole indescribbening.

Again, “perverse_idyll” and “TheHexFiles_archivist” are fairly active authors. (Hi, if you’re reading! The neural network seems to like your writing, and is writing fan fiction of your fan fiction!) Those familiar with Harry Potter fan fiction will not be surprised to learn that the neural network really likes to generate ships; pretty much every combination of characters is represented (some of the more unusual combinations being “The Snow/Voldemort”, “The Ministry/Draco Malfoy”, and “Voldemort/Random Quidditch Child”).

By turning down the neural network’s creativity setting to near-zero, we arrive at its vision of what the quintessential Harry Potter fan fiction would be like - and we also learn its favorite ship:

Persuading by theladyblack
Harry and Draco are still a second chance at the end of the war.  Will they be able to do with the fairy tale of the first time they were a strange stranger to the street of the war and the war is over?

It turns out the neural network is obsessed with Harry/Draco, although in a pinch, Sirius/Remus will also do.

The neural network also seems to really like stories about Professor Snape trying to do rather ordinary things:

New Moon Boys by Dungoonke for Loki_Kukaka
Severus Snape comes back to a night’s politics.

In the Reason Is Blinders by LittleRoma
Severus has been through his lost remote.

In The Alteri Silence by Forest_of_Holly for roscreens41
Snape receives life after plants to do by work over whether they get into. Just Hell.

A Second Chance by DarkCorgi
Snape had a second thing, and that is better than anything for for the rest of his life.

Mirror by orphan_account
Severus Snape tries to get a lot of dragons and that was to be more than he didn’t expect to continue. He has always been a bit of an old and a baby to stay the way he’d been the brother at Hogwarts and he keeps the chance of meeting…

Deception by FlyingEyes
Snape is a British Robes of interesting things and worrys like a little fun and sees the pretty battle for a while.

Another thing that happened, which is pretty much my favorite thing ever, is that the neural network apparently encountered some fan fiction stories that were not in English. As a result, it learned to do this from time to time:

The Secretary Of the World 
Challenge inspired by GoF and la mating resigns de la mill colors per mereple beruit carteur la pelete el wert rardo completing and herillo intus den una a des rush sentines kelta an transoles… 

Between by Cheyangel13
A series of fivers are unexpectedly depressed and controlled by the bed, with least more from una perfemale erpensa de the maesse akai suidadium dela vida call de la los se terriuus do form en sou dies de fasurard il resisted de for dogs la sementu sein prong colors itu dee adte se sige natard…

The neural network has also learned to employ capital letters:

Les finds love by violet_quill for starstruck1986
Severus Snape wanted him to be more and she likes Draco.  The person he wants an energy to him.  WHALIDE NO GEATIRE SOURR INSPE AHARMANABLISH ALL SOME TO VERY THE RERIDE!!!!!!!

secret Quidditch by snapsleert
Collapse and find the second worst and very different. See Gain and Descent motivate surprising death. Unbusing one of the months: should make more bumo.choooshots. HUGULATED

And the neural network occasionally uses content warnings, although it seems to have a rather fuzzy idea about what to warn its readers about:

Better With The Broom Complicate by Margyn_Black
Tonks gets more than the best girl of creation. (Rated Maturisle, mark, a violence, contract) (slash] part of themes) ferret.

Art for the Sun a Scary by disillusionist9
A collection of warnings: characters and situations of silence.

Some of the neural network’s stories, though, are just plain weird.

Harry Potter and the Painful Eyes by dark_pook
A Birthday drabble about the problems and a woman who shows up a lot less than she checks at Hogwarts in the destiny to the infamous adventure of control of the Art of The Good Boy Kings With Hermione.

Harry and the Blue Special Delicious by apolavia_scg
An unexpected potions messaged in the world their lives are to find friendship following the day of different pagers. James and Lily come to the summer before the war.

The Perfect Cow by alafaye
Severus and Hermione start a horcruxes

Art: Let Draco roll the light of the moon, and means. by Dangelanne
What happens after the war. Not drawn to Draco Malfoy jumpers. Originally written in 2008.

Birds of a Saturday by SasuNarufan13
Harry Potter is drunk and discovers he is an alternate universe.

Holly theody by yesIpxdishoftlyGrinli
What would be dangerous! Side Voldemort Jones does all lord off the sunshine show.

Lily Evans and the Ravenclaw of a Christmas Surprise by ci
Severus angst the truth of a frighten situation for the wink.

Persuasion by Samanthian
The Sorting Hat is fighting in one of the houses.

lily’s family by sharkle
Harry woke up in searching after a werewolf Sherlock’s picnic. He is furious.

As a bonus, I leave you with some fairly-plausible screennames the neural network invented, which appear not to be taken (yet):

desire_at_the_malfoy
SeverelyAshed
fishlingthelovely
thedarklyblue
phantombeers
captainingthetrain
siriusly_harry
DarkVoldember
ChildOfAtSperble
all_frogs
BelladonnaLeek
Sneaking_UnicornWitch
bluemelooppiesweatled

Luigi’s condition was getting worse. The doctors tending to him found his body needing more and more nutrients as the days went on. His organs were shutting down one-by-one, and the tenants of the Mushroom Kingdom were wondering if he’d ever wake up from his coma. Mario took it the worst, however.

He was inconsolable. His brother, his dearest friend in the world, was taken from him and was being dangled just out of his reach. As it got worse, Mario’s friends were concerned that he seemed to be in a state of denial; he began propping Luigi up and bringing him to parties, acting like everything was the same. Although Luigi’s friends were sad too, Mario was beginning to worry them even more.

That is until one day when they noticed something odd.

Luigi was doing really well at the party games.

In fact, he was on a winning streak…

Bath Magic: Where to Begin

Hey y'all, C here. Today we’ll be talking in depth about the practice of bath magic. 

If you look around most traditional parts of the magical community, you’ll notice that bathing for ritual work or spell work is a fairly common practice. So what do I mean when I say that I specialize in bath magic? For me, bathing and witchcraft go hand in hand, and I do a ritual in the bath once a month at the very least. I’ve always loved the serenity and focus (not to mention complete selfishness) of taking baths, and so as I’ve grown into my craft it seemed like a natural place to draw magical energy. I find that the hot temperature of the water makes it very easy for me to get to a trance-like state (if not outright do trance work) and being naked in the water gives me a great place of vulnerability and rawness to begin any kind of spell work. T and I also use bathing in our shared craft to begin most of our major rituals, and that entails doing a cleansing bath with a special kind of locally made bath salts that we have been using since the very beginning. 

So what do my bath spells usually look like? To be honest, they vary a lot based on my resources at any given moment and the purpose of the spell. There are some things that I do every time such as: 

 • dedicating the bath for myself by placing a talisman or crystal (or other object I carry a lot/feel represents me) on the rim of the tub  

 • placing candles (often in corresponding magical colors and scents) around the tub and bathroom to add to the magical energy of the space 

 • making sure the water drawn is hot enough to remain warm for 40+ minutes and get me to a trancing state but not too hot as to burn my skin or make it uncomfortable for me to be in the water 

I also put something into the water every time I do bath magic, and in fact that is where I believe most of the magical intent is decided. This also widely varies with the type of spell. Some things I’ve done are: 

 • just throw in a handful of Epsom salts for a super basic cleansing. I also use these (in addition to some other ingredients) when I’m doing a real trance or astral travel or trying to communicate with a deity because they make me feel floatier in the water and therefore easier to forget my body

 • put in a few drops of different kinds of essential oils based on their magical associations

 • drop in some tea bags (like mint or chamomile or bags I’ve already used first for drinking) while the water is running to get a good infusion 

 • use bath salts that already have essential oils or herbs (or even glitter!) in the mixture. I use bath salts that I make myself, that T makes for me, and store bought and locally made mixtures, all with good results. It all depends on what I’m feeling at the time. 

 • use pre-made bath bombs, melts, and bubblers from Lush (although I’m sure one could use stuff like this from anywhere) based on the ingredients and names of the products. I’ve used Sex Bomb for a glamour and sex spell, Space Girl for glamour and deity exploration (I do a lot of glamours), etc. 

The practice of bath magic is great because we live in a society where bathing itself is so culturally charged to be reflective and purposeful. For that reason, it is also a great way to practice your craft that is not suspicious, or questioned by people you may live with. Even at their worst, taking long baths appears only over-indulgent. But I can live with that.

-C

A Lesson in Love (Creative Writing)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,547

A/N: The tag list for this story is officially CLOSED. Also, we’re nearing the end of this series. I’d say there’s 4-5 parts left. 

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - Forever grateful for your editing assistance.

Originally posted by thoranda

The sun is out as you walk to your Creative Writing class. It’s a sign that winter is really being left behind, only to be replaced by longer days, warmer weather and an abundance of thriving greenery.

As much of a fan that you are of the freezing season, you’re grateful to see it go. The temperamental radiator in your apartment made your nights especially cold and knowing that you don’t have to depend on that for warmth anymore is a big relief.

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BTS reaction to you are too shy for your first time with them

I’m going to write this as if it’s your first time in general. I’ll also write a little scenario for each one, so it kind of builds up to their reaction. Hope you enjoy! All of these are based off of dreams I’ve had…yes I’ve had dreams about my first time with all of them….don’t judge me. ~Admin Unnie

Jin:

The two of you had been discussing your feelings towards sex since pretty early on in your relationship, possibly within the first few months. You both agreed at the time that you were both happy with where your relationship stood, and didn’t feel the need to put extra pressure on it by taking the next step, especially with his busy schedule, and whatever stress you may have in your life.

A little after your first anniversary, the two of you began to push the limits a little bit. It all started when you had gone over to visit him at his dorm, and you guys talked, eventually ending up making out. Usually, your makeouts were full of slow, sweet, sensual kisses, never straying from that. This time, the kisses were hungrier, stronger, and you both walked away with a few love bites, which had only happened one or two times before, but this time, it became a regular thing. Then came the making out while both of you were topless, then he became more touchy, his hand resting on your thigh more often than normal. Things kept going further, until the both of you had another discussion and decided you were both ready for the next step. 

Now, the idea that “it’ll just happen” was what you both believed in, but with his career, you guys needed to try to aim for days where you both had a free day, and when the other members would be gone. It was a couple of weeks after your discussion that one of these days popped up. You went over to the dorm, slightly anticipating, but not trying to get worked up, due to the amount of nerves you already had. 

The day started normally, he made you some food, you guys cuddled on the couch while watching a movie, but your nerves kept growing, especially since you could tell that Jin was a little tense. Eventually, the two of you retired to his room, like you normally would at this point in the day, not wanting your cuddle sessions to be intruded on, should the boys return home. This time was different though, as he had the room set up romantically. Unlit candles were set up, and he had scattered a few rose petals on the bed. As he moved to light the candles, you teased him about the petals, mainly to calm your nerves. Once he had all the candles lit, he went back to you and placed his hands on either side of your face, pulling you in for a deep kiss. As he kissed you, his hands would trail down to your hips, eventually gripping onto the hem of your shirt. At that point you would pull away, stepping back so he let go of your shirt. You would tell him that you were nervous and weren’t sure if today was the day. He would assure you that it was okay, that it would happen when it was supposed to, and that he would wait as long as you wanted or needed to. At his words, and the sight of him going around to blow out the candles and clean up, you realized just how good he was to you, and how comfortable you were with him, and you decided that you did want to sleep with him today, knowing that you could trust him. You would grab his hand as he moved to gather the petals, immediately pushing it up your shirt, letting him know that you were ready.

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Yoongi:

Contrary to Jin, you and Yoongi would have gotten close to doing the deed quite often, only stopping because a member would walk in, usually Jin since he is the roommate, or because something would come up, causing the two of you to have to stop.

One day, he decided to bring you along to the studio with him, knowing that after that day, he wouldn’t get to see you as much due to his schedule getting busier. You would sit off to the side on your phone or reading for the majority of the time, until he decided you weren’t close enough and convinced you to sit on his lap while you worked.

He would play you samples of his songs occasionally for your opinion, eventually coming to one he had written for/about you. His cheeks would be pink the entire time you listened to it, getting really shy when you turned to look at him once it was over. You would tell him how much you loved it, giving him a kiss as a thank you. The kiss would quickly turn deeper, as you moved so you would be straddling his lap. The next few minutes would be a blur to you as the two of you would end up on the floor of his studio (or a couch, from the pictures I haven’t seen a couch in it so however you wanna imagine it), as you were shirtless and he was trailing kisses down your abdomen. Once his lips reached the hem of your pants/shorts/skirt, he would feel you tense up. He would sit up to look at you in concern, and ask if you wanted him to stop.

You would reply that you were shy to show yourself to him, and that since this time there was a very low chance of anyone coming in, it all seemed more real to you, making you even more nervous. He would tell you that if you didn’t want to continue, he would stop right there, especially since he wanted to make your first time as perfect for you as possible, and the floor of his studio wasn’t exactly what he had imagined. He would ultimately leave it up to if you wanted to continue. If you thought that the location didn’t matter, as long as it was with him, you would probably end up having sex. If you wanted a more comfortable place, the two of you would wait until you were alone at the dorm or your place.

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

Hoseok:

Since the moment the two of you shared the “I love you”s, he would have wanted to make that special physical, emotional, and intimate connection. He wouldn’t pressure you though. Unlike the other members, he would be a little more forward in his advances, and be more open to discussion about if you were ready to take the next step, while making sure he didn’t pressure you in anyway. If he ever felt that he had pressured you, he would become a little distant, because he would beat himself up over being “that guy”.

Each time you would tell him the same thing, since no one had ever seen you that way, you were really nervous about it, and not sure when you would be comfortable enough to share your body with him. He would respond the same every time, that he loved you for more than your body, but he would wait forever if it meant he was still with you.

Eventually, you would grow to be more comfortable, but by that point, Hoseok’s advances had become less common. With that, you decided to surprise him, checking the boys’ schedules to find a time that he would be at the dorm alone, or he would be able to come to your place. When you found that day, you would make sure he knew you would be waiting for him, or that he was coming over, and you would prepare yourself.

He would find you on the bed in a sweet lingerie, nothing to sexy, more on the innocent side. His first reaction would be “are you sure”, wanting to make sure you didn’t feel like you were obligated to have sex with him. After you assured him that this was your choice, he would make sure you were comfortable and loved for the entire night.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Namjoon:

The two of you would be very open about sex in your relationship, constantly discussing preferences (or possible preferences in your case), your thoughts on certain kinks/fetishes, and anything else. Nothing was a secret in your relationship.

However, whenever the two of you got close to being intimate yourselves, you would get shy and tell him you couldn’t continue, to which he was very understanding. The two of you would never really discuss sex between the two of you, sticking to it as an idea rather than something that the two of you would possibly eventually do.

He would have come to visit you at your house (if you live outside of Korea, he would have taken a short break to fly out to visit you). You would be cuddling in your bed after having dinner with you family (or friends or guardians, whichever it is for you). You would be in the spooning position, him the big spoon, having one of your sex discussions, inspired by a kink you had seen on the internet, and you wanted to know his opinion, as well as voice yours.

It was a kink that you didn’t have a negative feeling towards, something that you may be willing to try once at some point in your life. I was you were discussing your thoughts, you could feel his member hardening against your but. You would tense up slightly and you would feel your body heating up, both in nervousness and in slight arousal.

Once he realized you’d noticed, he would take your reaction as you being uncomfortable, and excuse himself to take care of things. You would stop him before he fully got off the bed, offering to take care of it. Whether you would give him a handjob/blowjob for the first time, or if you would go all the way is up to you. He wouldn’t push you towards either one.

Originally posted by ksjknj

Jimin:

The two of you would never have really discussed sex before, although you guys were all over each other in terms of making out and walking around with hickeys. Basically, the two of you were comfortable with each other and where you stood in your relationship.

It would be one day that you were over at the dorm, and the two of you got into a fight. Now, based on what the members have said about Jimin having the worst temper and being the scariest when angry, I can imagine fights with him can be pretty bad. This one would be the worst one in your relationship so far, and you would find yourself locked in the bathroom crying.

For the first few minutes, he would knock nonstop, begging you to come out so that he could apologize properly and the two of you could talk things out calmly. Eventually, he fell silent, but you could still see his shadow through the crack at the bottom of the drawer.

You would lose track of how long you stayed locked in there. At one point, you would hear him tell the other members that he was going to skip practice and wait for you to come out. You would wait a few minutes after hearing the front door close before opening the bathroom door, causing Jimin to almost fall backwards as he had been sitting on the floor, leaning against the door.

You would see tear stains on his face, matching yours. He would apologize for upsetting you so much that you felt like you had to lock yourself away, and you would both calmly state how you felt in what caused the argument, before both apologizing for the argument altogether. He would pull you into a hug, causing you to have to crawl into his lap as you were both still sitting on the floor.

He would give you an apology kiss that would turn deeper than either of you planned. You would subconsciously grind your hips into his, causing a groan to leave his mouth, which would leave yours for a few seconds. Along with the groan, you would feel him harden underneath you, causing you to crawl off of his lap as you felt your cheeks heat up.

After gathering his faults, he would offer to make you ramen or something else to eat, quickly getting up from the floor and moving to the kitchen. Either the two of you would forget what happened and go on with the night, or you would eventually have your first time, depending on how you felt.

Originally posted by sosjimin

Taehyung:

Taehyung is also another one where the two of you wouldn’t really discuss it, but there was an unspoken understanding that neither of you were ready to go forward, especially since he was also a virgin. all these people saying that there’s no way but Hobi was his first kiss and when would he have time since then to even meet a girl (or guy) like seriously, the only way would be if he slept with another member, but in this reaction world, that’s not a thing

It would be one of your pillow fort dates. These would consist of cuddling, watching anime or horror movies, lots of snacks, and, of course, tickle fights. The movie playing would be long forgotten as he pinned you down to the blankets and pillows and relentlessly danced his fingers along your skin.

Somehow, you would end up in a position where your legs were wrapped around his waist, presumably to try to trap him, and your hands were pinned down, from when you had tried to fight back so he had to in order to protect himself.

The two of you would stare at each other, breathing heavily as you tried to calm down, before he would lean down and capture your lips. He would slowly lower himself so he was fully settled between your legs, without breaking the kiss. The kiss would get deeper and deeper, more passionate than any kiss the two of you had previously shared. He would grind his hips into yours, and that’s when you would pull away, telling him to wait as your cheeks heated up. You would push at his shoulders, and he would take the hint to climb off of you.

After that, the two of you would finally have that serious conversation about how the two of you felt about moving forward in that way. Whether or not things picked back up that night, the two of you would feel better, knowing that the air was finally fully cleared.

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty

Jungkook:

The two of you would try to avoid any mentions of sex between you two, whether you guys even realized or not. It wouldn’t be until some of the members started to tease you that the two of you even began to think about it.

One day you would either be sleeping at the dorm with him or he would be sleeping over at your house, when the two of you decided to play a game of truths. It was a game you guys had came up with when you first started dating, where basically you would tell your innermost feelings, or something you had thought about lately, or just random facts you hadn’t informed the other of yet, and the other could not judge, with the exception of slight teasing in a joking way, only respond with their thoughts or advice on the topic.

You would be a few rounds into the game, when you decided to take a serious turn, saying, “I kind of wanna have sex with you, but I’m really nervous.”

Jungkook would lay quiet for a few minutes before responding with, “I also kind of wanna have sex with you, but I’m also really nervous.”

That would spark the first conversation between the two of you about your feelings towards sex in your relationship, and if you were ready to give yourselves fully to each other. You guys would come to an agreement, both of you realizing you felt the some way, before sharing a goodnight kiss. That kiss would deepen, and even if the two of you had decided you were content with the way things were, you would still end up having sex for the first time that night.

It would probably be very awkward, since you were both nervous, and it wasn’t planned in the slightest bit (I mean most of these situations, if not all would probably be awkward since that’s usually how first times go), but the two of you would still find it perfect.

Originally posted by bangtan

Not over you.

I was binge-watching The Voice and came across Fernando Daniel’s audition where he did a very awesome job with his rendition of Adele’s When We Were Young (which is one of my favourite songs!) and this is the aftermath of watching that movie. Truth be told, this imagine is supposed to be fluffy and fun but somehow, after that video, it turned out like this. This was not proof-read by the way so there might be a lot of mistakes but anyways, hope you enjoy!

MASTERLIST


Originally posted by dayaholics

There is just so much rejection one person can take.

Some might call you a fool for still continuing to pine over someone who clearly has a very obvious crush on another person. Some might even call you stupid or stubborn for still finding opportunities to confess to him even though you have been rejected countless of times. Some might even pity you and your choices but like you always tell your friends, you do not really choose who you fall in love with.

It just sorts of happen, in a blink of an eye. Love hits you during the times you least expect it and although you might not know what ‘love’ really is – this feeling you carry for him feels a whole lot like it. More often than not, your friends try to set you up with other guys just so you could “move on” but after every one of those dates, it just cements the fact that love is not something you can just easily turn off – like a switch. If it is only that easy, you probably would have switched off your feelings for him because being rejected hurts. Unrequited love is just honestly the worst kind of love that has ever existed.

“How many times does this make?” MJ asks when she spies you looking down-trodden and your unusual cheery self. You look up from the ground and give her a smile, attempting to cover the hurt. When MJ gives you a deadpan expression, you know you are not fooling yourself let alone anyone.

At this point, you like to think that Peter Parker has ruined you for everyone else. Those dates your friends set you up in always leave you feeling dissatisfied and at the end of each and every date you have gone to; you always end up comparing all of them to Peter. So much so, you ultimately stopped going on those dates because clearly trying to force yourself to move on is just very hard.

“Probably the fifth – I might have lost count after the third time.” You tell her weakly, chuckling at your luck. Sometimes you do not even know if you are a masochist (who else would be alright with putting themselves through this kind of pain?) or if you are just stubborn (or dumb, either one works well at this point). “What are you doing here anyways?” You ask her, wanting to move on from the topic.

MJ shrugs her shoulders before turning back to her sketch book. “Saw Parker looking constipated after he left, figured it might have something to do with you.” She glances at you and you bite your lower lip as you try to school your expression and still keep the smile on your face. “I was right.”

You would not really consider MJ as your friend just yet – the two of you have never talked prior to your first confession to Peter Parker a few months ago – but she is steadily becoming one. Unlike your other friends, she does not sugarcoat her words and she says them as it is – your friends tend to skirt around the subject when talking to you. You really appreciate her character.

“Yeah.” You murmur before turning to look at your textbook. Despite being able to read all of the words on the pages, you simply cannot comprehend any of them at all. You blink a couple of times and sigh when you still cannot comprehend anything that you have just read so you close your textbook instead. “I think I am done here.”

MJ looks up from her sketchbook before she glances at the clock, a frown creeping on her face. She watches you pack your textbook in to your bag but before you could stand up and leave the table, MJ speaks up. “He does, you know.”

You freeze momentarily before turning to face MJ. “Excuse me?”

MJ sighs before she leans away from the table, picking up her sketchbook. She flips through several pages before landing on the page she was looking for. “Peter.” She shows you this caricature of Peter seemingly pining after you and you honestly did not mean to laugh – because the thought that Peter actually reciprocates your feelings after rejecting you is just really hilarious to you – but you did.

You sit back down in your seat, wiping away the tears that manages to escape your eyes. A few heads turn to look at you but you dismiss them in favour of looking at MJ. “Perhaps in a different universe that might actually be the case, MJ.” You point out. “Even if it is true, how do you know any of these?” You don’t really hang outside of the library as well as your student body office as much as you would have love to so you don’t really know what happens outside.

MJ shrugs her shoulders. “I just observe people a lot – Peter is interesting to observe because he makes this face a lot when it comes to you.” She points to the sketch again and you try to process her words. No matter how much you try, you still could not wrap your head around it so you just shake your head.

“Thank you for trying to cheer me up, MJ.” You tell her and made a move to stand up. “See you around.” MJ nods her head at you. You give her one more smile before walking out of the library, leaving MJ sitting at the table alone with an unfinished sketch.

(“Why would you do that, Peter?” MJ asks as she sits across of Peter and Ned. The two of them exchanged confused looks before turning back to look at MJ. She rolls her eyes. “Why did you reject Y/N again?”

Peter flinches at the sound of your name and he looks away from MJ. Hearing your name fall from MJ’s mouth reminds him of what had transpired earlier that morning – you had confessed your feelings to him (for the fifth time) and he had rejected you. The look of utter hurt and disappointment on your face that you tried your hardest to mask after he had rejected you stayed in his mind.

Truthfully, Peter does not quite understand why he keeps rejecting you. He knows he has some sort of feelings for you – perhaps not ‘love’, Peter doesn’t think he knows what ‘love’ is yet but he knows he likes you more than normal. What is not to like about you? Vice President of the school, steady grades, nice personality – there are a lot of wonderful qualities about you that Peter likes but he just cannot bring himself to accept your confession. Call him scared, Peter would not even mind because he is. Terrified beyond his wits.

Ned looks aghast. “You rejected Y/N again? Dude, that makes it like the fifth?” He stares at Peter in disbelief and Peter groans before slowly nodding his head. Ned groans. “Why would you do that, Peter?” Ned repeats MJ’s question. MJ crosses her arms and leans in, waiting for Peter’s answer.

Peter swallows the lump in his throat and looks at his two friends. “I – I don’t know.” He shakes his head as if to emphasize how he really does not know.

MJ furrows her eyebrows.

Ned is still looking at Peter in disbelief.

“You need to try harder than ‘I don’t know’, Peter. If you don’t like Y/N, maybe you can just tell her upfront and be honest about it. So that she can move on with her life instead of pining after you.”)

A week after you had last confessed to Peter, you decided to do something drastic because after that confession of yours was rejected, you went to a really bad place inside. Despite the cheery disposition you kept whenever you are in school and around friends, back at home, nothing much could distract you from the fact that your first ever crush on someone is really painful and hurts you a lot.

So right when the school ended, you immediately approach Peter just as he is about to leave with Ned in tow. “Peter, I need to talk to you for a moment – you don’t mind, do you?” You address Ned who simply shakes his head. He steps aside, leaving the two of you alone and Peter looks somewhat uncomfortable as he stares at everything and everyone but you.

This hurts you more than you would like to admit but this is the reason why you are here. “I just… I am not going to confess so you don’t have to look so uncomfortable.” You can’t help the spite that left your mouth really but at this point, you really don’t care anymore. Enough is enough.

“Y- you’re not?” Peter’s surprised voice catches you by surprise and you aren’t sure if you are sad or happy so you disregard it completely. “I – I am not! Uncomfortable, I mean.” Peter rubs the back of his neck sheepishly before looking at you. “Y/N, I – I actually…” He trails off when you shake your head.

You need to do this now or you are going to chicken out and continue to hurt yourself. “Every single time I look at you, Peter, I can… I can feel my heart sink because I know you won’t ever like me like I do about you and,” You swallow the lump in your throat as you try your hardest not to tear up. “And even though at first I told myself this is alright – I just, I don’t think I can, at least, not anymore.” You shake your head. Your hands are trembling and you look away from Peter. “Which is why I have decided,” with a heavy heart, you add in your mind, “that I am going to stop liking you, Peter. You won’t see me again after this and thank you so much for entertaining me whenever I confess to you.” You would really love to hate Peter, honestly, you would but Peter has always treated you nicely despite the uncomfortable position you tend to put him through whenever you confess.

Peter is at a loss of words as he stares at you. He wants to say something – to tell you that you are wrong but it’s as if his lips are locked and he suddenly can’t find his voice or find it in him to move his hands to stop you from leaving. All Peter could do is watch you leave and that’s when he realizes that his heart is hurting a lot.

Ned approaches him with a worried look. “What did Y/N say? She ran past me just now.” He mutters – no matter how many times Peter has rejected you, you normally take the time to talk to Ned too because you genuinely find him to be a very funny, albeit nerdy guy.

“I think,” Peter actually has to stop himself from talking for a bit because tears are starting to well up in his eyes so Peter has to blink a couple of times. “I think I just got my heart broken.” He informs Ned numbly and all Ned could do is just stare at Peter in surprise. “And it hurts.”

One thing that turns many people off from feminism is that it’s more crowded with middle-class white women than a Sarah McLachlan concert. Not because they’re afraid of homemade jewelry – although you do not wanna catch a macrame bracelet to the eye, trust me on this one – but because these middle-class white women tend to brush off the unique struggles of working-class and/or non-white women, which are like a triple-crotch punch of discrimination.

Take the wage gap. Women are paid 79 cents on the dollar compared to men – if they’re white. It’s worse for Native women, worse still for African-American women, and worst of all for Latina women (who only make 54 cents on the dollar).

And that’s not all. Most women in general are in service or clerical jobs, but a white woman is more likely than a woman of color to work in a professional or managerial capacity. Women of color are also significantly less likely to be promoted. This all amounts to less money, more hours, and fewer opportunities for time off. When white feminists don’t understand this, it creates situations like what I saw at the Women’s March in Seattle: a woman yelled to the crowd that she wished she could join us, but unfortunately, she had to go to work. The women in the crowd, some of whom would no doubt be confronted by their bosses with some damning news footage come Monday, told her to just call in sick. It didn’t even occur to them that, for hourly wage slaves, calling in sick might mean getting fired, or that she just can’t afford to skip those eight (or 10 or 12) hours. They might as well ask a person with no legs “Why don’t you just stand up?”

Ignorance is one thing, but many white feminists don’t even try to understand. 

Why Feminism Could Use Some Serious Rebranding

Sleepover | Bellamy Blake X Reader

English isn’t my first language, so please excuse any mistakes.

Request: Hi, can you make a Bellamy Blake x reader modern AU where the reader is new at school and ends up becoming Octavia’s best friend. Bellamy is popular and he “commands” the school. When Octavia takes the reader to sleep at home, Bellamy keeps flirting with her and trying to lead the reader to bed. Smut, only if you want! Please and thank you.

A/N: Sorry for the delay. I have never written smut and it was a bit complicated for me. But I tried. Hope you like it <3

Characters: Bellamy/fem!reader, Octavia.

Modern AU.

Warnings: Smut.

(F/T/S) stand for “Favorite TV show” /(R/C/N) stand for “Random character name”.

Word Count: 3194 words.

Parts of the series: (1) (2) (3)

Moving to a new school is never really good. It has a lot of pressure. The pressure of new teachers who expect you to do your best, the pressure to make new friends, in short, pressure to be in a new place of which you do not know anyone or anything. (Y/N) was feeling all this pressure as she headed for her first day at her new school.

The girl feels her stomach churning as she passed through the gates of the place that she would attend the rest of the year. She felt observed, as if every move she did would count in the judgment that people would do, but at the same time she felt as if no one cared about her presence in that place.

When she walked into her class, she felt some eyes staring at her. Some people smiled, some others didn’t seem to have any reaction to her arrival, and some send a simple “hi” while (Y/N) walked the desks looking for somewhere to sit.

Many people continued to stare at her as she sat in a desk over the back of the room, but no one seemed interested enough to go talk to her. Until Octavia entered the room. God bless Octavia Blake.

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You were terrible with directions- the absolute worst, and it wasn’t an exaggeration. If someone plopped you five blocks away from your apartment, you’d probably walk the opposite direction and end up in the middle of nowhere! Although, there was one advantage to being clueless with a sense of direction- Harry found it absolutely adorable. 

“Okay, I put the location in Google Maps, so we should be fine.” You buckled yourself in before reaching up to adjust the mirror. “But the truth is, we probably won’t need Google Maps because I’ve already memorized the path to that cute little diner you said you wanted to go to.” You beamed, very much proud of yourself. You’d never let Harry know this, but you had spent the past week practicing the route of getting from his place to the diner. 

“A’right, love. I trust yeh. Hopefully, we get there before the sun sets.” Harry joked, smiling over at you when you rolled your eyes playfully. He always liked teasing you about how scatterbrained you were when it came to directions, and even though you didn’t really mind- Well, you wanted to prove to him that you were somewhat capable of getting from point A to point B without getting lost! 

“We’ll arrive in less than twenty minutes, and if I’m unsuccessful, I’ll treat you to your disgusting green smoothies for the next week.” You challenged, already feeling a little heated at the cocky smirk plastered on Harry’s face. You loved him dearly, but good God, he was irritating.

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It turns out that putting yourself on a time limit wasn’t the best idea because that had definitely put a damper on your confidence levels to get you and Harry to this damn diner. All the roads seemed to look different, and you had forgotten your glasses so you could barely read the signs. 

In two blocks, turn left.” What exactly was a block? Was a block where the sidewalk ended? That seemed to make sense. Right? Or maybe it was-

“Yeh missed the turn.” You nearly swerved when Harry’s voice interrupted your oh-so intense questions about what a block was. 

“That’s fine, I’ll just… I’ll just U-turn!” 

“Yeh can’t U-turn here.” 

Wrong direction. Wrong direction.

“You’re not being very helpful, Siri.” You muttered, aggressively flicking the turn signal as you tried to figure out a solution. Maybe if you just turned on this street, you could drive back to the right route!  

Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.” 

“She didn’t catch that, Y/N.” Harry poked your arm, giggling when you swatted his hand away. He leaned against the armrest, watching you intently. “Y/N, yeh need to speak up fo’ Siri.”

“She’s a robot-” 

“She has feelings jus’ like you and me, love.”

“You sound insane.” You grumbled, stepping down on the gas pedal and keeping your eyes peeled for any familiar looking routes. Nada! 

Reminder: brunch in five minutes.” 

“You heard the woman, Y/N. Five minutes!” 

“Harry, I swear to go-” 

Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.” Quickly, you reached over and locked your phone, letting out a little huff. Siri was just as annoying as your boyfriend. 

-

Four wrong turns and forty minutes later, you finally made it. Except, this wasn’t a very triumphant moment. 

“So what have we learned?”

“Always listen to Google Maps.”

“And?” You let out a heavy sigh, propping your chin up on your palm as you looked out the window.

“Speeding through red lights to get to brunch isn’t appropriate.” 

“And…?”

“Siri has valid feelings just like you and m-”

Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.

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Enough Is Enough - Part 1

Summary: You have known Bucky Barnes your entire life and he is your twin brother’s best friend, so seeing him on a daily basis shouldn’t be all that much of a problem right? Wrong. You hate the guy, with a passion, and no matter how hard you try you just can’t seem to get rid of him. He is there, constantly, like some persistent little pest that refuses to leave from where it’s not welcome.

So what happens when you start to pick up on just why that might be? Will your strong opinion on him change or become even worse?

Note: This is the first part to my entry for Tay’s AU Writing Challenge I had the prompt  “I don’t hate you. It’s just that if you were on fire I wouldn’t piss on you to save your life, is all.” and chose to have it as a Bucky x Reader fic. I’m new to the whole AU side of things so I hope you enjoy!

Bucky x Reader (AU)

Words: 2,370

Disclaimer: Both GIFs used were created by me.

James Buchanan ‘Bucky’ Barnes.

He was the epitome of everything you had ever hated in a man or, in his case, a boy.

Obnoxious? Check.

Arrogant? Check.

Childish and annoying? Double check.

But the worst thing? He was ridiculously good looking and he knew it. You had lost count of how many girls had wandered out of his apartment at the crack of dawn – although you always did wonder if they had ANY idea they had just been used of if they truly thought he wanted to enter into some kind of relationship with them.

Pour souls.

You had known the guy for most of your life (although that was most certainly not through choice) and you had never seen him in any kind of relationship, not even a short-lived one. Now how was it he had been in your life for so long? Well some higher power had obviously decided that you had done something wrong in a previous life because you were ever able to get rid of him….no matter how hard you tried to.

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length: 1.6k

genre(s): angst+fluff

triggers/warnings: mentions of blood and very minor character injury

simon shows up to the flat with a black eye and a cut lip, refusing to talk about what happened, so a worried penelope asks baz to come over (or the one where simon’s insecure, and baz is terrible at comforting his dragon boyfriend)

a/n: @cherryonsimon is the greatest beta and y’all should go tell her nice things :D

for day three of @snowbaz-feda!!



Penelope

The door to the flat swings open and Simon barrels his way inside. I gasp when I see him: his shirt is torn with flecks of red (Is that blood?) splattered around the neckline; his hair looks dirty and matted, like he’s been rolling around on the ground; and there’s a definite limp in his step. After slamming the door shut, he winces and grabs his wrist, and that’s when I notice his eye.

“Fuck a nine-toed troll, Simon! What happened to you?”

He won’t look at me and the expression on his face is one I haven’t seen in a long time. It frightens me a bit, but it’s still just as important to me that Simon knows I’m not afraid of him, so I take a step forward. He recoils and pushes past me towards his room, slamming the door once inside, making me flinch.

The sound reverberates through the living room before plunging the flat into absolute silence. It’s horrible.

After taking a moment to collect myself, I walk towards his room, hesitating a beat before knocking. “Simon?” No answer. I try again, knocking louder this time, but he still won’t answer. I try turning the knob, but it’s locked. Chewing on my lip, I consider spelling it open, but that would be breaking unspoken roommate rules, so I do the only thing I can think of right now.

I ring Baz.

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Baz

I’m sitting in an evening lecture when my mobile starts to vibrate. It’s on the desk and the noise makes a few of my fellow students turn around and stare. I sneer at them (old habits), and look to see who’s calling.

It’s Bunce.

It’s not that we aren’t close enough to call each other, it’s just that we never do. The fact that she has, and especially during a time she knows I’m at school, makes my blood run cold. I’m so distracted with worry that I forget to move the desk over, and when I go to stand it pins me to the chair. Cursing loudly–and drawing even more curious eyes–I slam the damned piece of wood out of the way, and stalk out of the hall.

I manage to answer on the last ring.

“Baz?” Bunce’s voice sounds strange through the speaker, like she’s trying not to cry, “can you come over? Something’s happened with Simon.”

I drop the phone and it shatters on the pavement.

* * *
Penelope

For the second time tonight, the door to the flat swings open. Only this time it’s Baz who practically falls through, righting himself at the last minute. He looks like he ran the entire distance between school and the flat. The screen of the mobile he’s clutching is shattered, something I don’t remember seeing before. Is that my fault?

“B–” I don’t even get a chance to say his full name when he marches towards me, our difference in height making itself known as he towers over me. (In reality it’s only several inches.) (It feels like miles.)

“Where is he?”

I point to Simon’s room and Baz nods. I wish I could tell him what happened, but I don’t exactly know myself. I just know I can’t fix this alone.

Baz

The smell of blood hit me as soon as I entered the flat and it only gets stronger the closer I get to the bedroom.

Snow’s door is locked, so I cast when one door closes. It works, and the one in front of me opens wide. I can’t see anything at first; Snow’s drawn the curtains shut and even turned out the light in the en suite, drowning the room in darkness. I use my mobile to guide me towards his bed and the red lump that I assume is my boyfriend.

“Snow?” I ask, biting my lip. Perhaps I should use his first name, given the situation, but I try and reserve that for when I really need it, like when we’re being soft. Or when I want him to know I’m afraid. “Snow?” I try again and the lump doesn’t move, but it does yelp when I poke it with the tip of my wand.

“Go away,” I hear him mumble, but I know he doesn’t mean it. (The door spell wouldn’t have worked if he hadn’t wanted to let me in.)

I square my shoulders. “No.” I need Snow to tell me what happened and I’ll stand here all night if I have to. This must occur to him, because he lifts his head.  

My breath catches when I see his black eye and bloody lip. I reach out to touch them, pulling my hand back at the last minute.

“What happened to you?”

He shrugs and I want to strangle him.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” I snap.

“I got in a fight on my way home.”

“No shit.”

“There were 3 or 4 guys; I don’t remember. They wanted my wallet, but I’d forgotten it at work and they weren’t very happy about that.”

I try to stop myself from picturing the scene in my head. Snow on the ground, surrounded by these men, being hurt by these men. Snow. Defenseless. I can’t process it.

Although he hasn’t held that title in a long time, Snow will always be the chosen one to me; seeing him so broken and defeated over something like this is overwhelming. He’s supposed to be strong, he’s supposed to be brave, he’s supposed to save the world. He’s supposed to be able to save himself.

This isn’t the first time I’ve seen Simon beaten and bloody, but it’s the worst time. It’s not that his injuries are severe (they really aren’t), it’s just that…

This wasn’t supposed to happen any more. We were supposed to disguise as regular Normals and live our happily ever after; nothing bad was supposed to touch us again.

Then he goes and gets himself mugged. It’s so horribly mundane, so insignificant next to every creature and task he’s taken on, yet this is the thing that breaks him. I’m furious on his behalf. I want to hurt the people who hurt him.

I swallow. “What happened next?”

“I tried–I tried to call–my sword…but–”

“It didn’t come.” I don’t even bother phrasing it as a question. I can’t believe this, “you were going to try fighting off a bunch of thugs with a sword? Are you daft?”

He looks miserable. “I was distracted by that long enough to give them a chance to jump me, and, well…” he rolls his hurt wrist and I catch it between my fingers, pulling my wand from my pocket with my other hand. He grits his teeth as I cast get well soon, listening for the crack that signifies it worked. I bring his now healed wrist to my lips and kiss it, feeling his pulse thumping under my lips.

Snow clenches his hand into a fist and I drop his arm, looking up at his face and hating what I see there. The healing spell had taken care of his eye and lip, but that lip is quivering now, and fat tears are beginning to rolls down his cheeks. He squeezes his eyes shut and starts gulping air, his arms wrapped around his knees and head bowed.

I want to reach out and touch him; make this better, make this go away, make him stop. I want to make him stop. He’s almost sobbing now and I don’t know what to do. I have to stop this.

“Shut up, Simon! Just shut up!”

His head snaps up and he looks at me as if I’ve slapped him. I almost feel like I have.

“What the fuck, Baz?” his breath catches on my name and I feel my heart sink just that much more.

I didn’t mean it. I want to apologize, but the words won’t come; they’re stuck in my throat and I clench my fists as I try to force them out. He’s still staring at me, his face etched in an angry frown, and I give up on speaking.

He watches me warily as I sit down on the bed and I flinch. The scent of blood is stronger now, and I can feel my fangs threatening to pop. I curse the fact that I haven’t fed recently and try to will them to stay put. The last thing I need to do is make the situation worse.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper and he blinks at me. “I’m sorry,” I repeat and his face crumples as he falls forward. I let him bury his face into my chest, let him clutch at my shirt, let his tears soak the fabric. I let him cry until he can’t anymore. His breathing is even and quiet now; and I’m relieved.

Simon

Baz pulls me close, pressing a kiss against my temple: once, twice, three times. I can tell he thinks I’m asleep, because he’s murmuring things he’d never let me hear otherwise. He’s calling me Simon and telling me he loves me and how scared he was and how brave and stupid I am.

He starts scratching lightly at the spot between my wings, the one he knows I love, and I’m melting into the mattress.

He somehow manages to press himself even closer, his breathing tickling my ear as he whispers, “you’re so bloody stupid, you know that? I don’t need a Chosen One; I don’t need a fairy tale; I certainly don’t need some self-sacrificing superhuman with a hero complex. I just want you, Simon Snow.” He stops to kiss my shoulder.

“I just want you.” It’s a reassurance and a promise. And I believe it.

I want you too, I think back at him, I want you too.

A false impression

Percival Graves met Theseus Scamander when he was already the Director of Magical Security at MACUSA. They worked together on a case to find and bring down Grindelwald and his followers. He and some of the Ministry’s workers decided to join forces to end the dark lord once and for all.

During the month they were in New York, Percival became very good friends with Theseus and learned a few things about him.

One of the most curious things was the fact that despite of being a famous war hero, people didn’t know much about Theseus Scamander. He was very reserved when it came to his private life and only talked about himself with a handful of people.

The only thing Percival knew about his family was that his parents had died long time ago.

He also learned that Theseus couldn’t stop himself from talking about Newt. He always talked about him.

The first time he did it was after the first week, they all had worked so hard they decided they needed a rest and went to a pub. Theseus had a glass with whiskey and was turning it around in his fingers, looking at it like it was his worst enemy.

“He’s probably in Africa by now,” he commented with a depressed expression on his face.

“Who?” Percival asked, although he didn’t know why he did it since it was clear Theseus had a little bit too much drink for one night and was starting to lose himself.

“Newt,” a smile returned to his features when the name came out of his mouth. Then he began to ramble about how Newt was the best thing that could have happened to him. He was proud of him and all the things he had managed to accomplish. The only thing that bothered him was the boy traveled too much to do his research and spent so many days away from home.

“You know what he did when I told him not to follow me to the war?”

“He followed you,” Percival chuckled, having the weird sensation that he would like Newt if he had the chance to meet him.

“He did!” Theseus nodded and frowned at the empty glass. “We used to have dragons in our regiment. They wanted to use them, but they​ have to cancel the program because the dragons attacked everyone but Newt.”

Theseus smiled fondly at the memory and leaned in the table. Percival found himself more interested in the story and in the wizard capable of taming dragons.

“I’m glad it got cancelled, you know?” He said, looking irritated. “Because it was very difficult for me to keep an eye on Newt. Those damned beasts didn’t let me near him!”

Percival knew the exact moment when the alcohol hit Theseus’ system completely when the auror rested his head over the table and started to sob and cry how much he missed his Newt.

At the end of the night, Percival (and one of Theseus’ subordinates) had to take him back to his hotel room.

Percival didn’t find out who Newt was until days later.

Drunk or not, Theseus did really enjoy talking about Newt. And because of that Percival learned a couple of things about him. He was a magizoologist and he was the best in what he did; he loved magical and non-magical creatures and he lacked​ of self preservation.

“He thinks all creatures are fluffy kittens,” Theseus told him and even though he wanted to sound angry, there was a clear spark of amusement dancing in his eyes.

He learned that Newt had a kleptomaniac creature that loved shiny things.

“That damned Niffler stole my ring!” Theseus huffed. “I tried to cast a spell to recover it, but Newt stopped me before I could do it. He said it’d scared the Niffler.”

“You should’ve insisted,” Percival commented, curious to see his friend’s reaction.

“No, Newt would’ve gone mad at me,” Theseus told him. “The last time he was mad he stopped talking to me for a week.”

His eyebrows quirked up in surprise. Percival couldn’t quite believe one of the most powerful aurors of Britain was afraid of another wizard giving him the silent treatment. But Newt was not any wizard, was he? He was different, special, at least to Theseus. Percival thought Newt was Theseus’ friend, but somehow that didn’t seem quite right.

He knew later that Newt had a case full of magical (and also quite illegal) creatures and Theseus let him get in and out of the Ministry, with the case in hand, whenever he wanted.

It seemed Newt had Theseus completely wrapped around his little finger.

Percival found that rather amusing.

He didn’t found out more about Newt until Theseus stormed into his office, with a letter in his hands and a huge smile on his face.

The auror turned the paper around to show him what it was and Percival got​ a glimpse of a elegant handwriting, but what he could see was the signature.

Newt Scamander, it said. Percival blinked in confusion and looked at Theseus who was already concentrated reading the letter.

“Newt Scamander?” He mumbled before he could stop himself.

“Yes, I told you he sent it to me,” Theseus said.

“No, I meant… He’s Scamander,” he tried again, feeling stupid saying it because of the way Theseus was looking at him.

“Of course his last name is Scamander!” Theseus rolled his eyes. “What’s going on with you today? Are you okay? Have you been drinking lately?”

“Not even a glass of wine,” Percival said​.

“Besides, why wouldn’t he be? I thought it was obvious. After all he’s my-”

But Richards entered​ the office without even knocking first, insisting it was urgent.

And it was. They had found Grindelwald’s base of operations and they needed to go as soon as possible.

The fight didn’t last long; they captured the majority of Grindelwald’s followers, the problem was the dark lord himself had managed to escape.

Disappointment fell over the whole group, but they managed to cheer up a little bit when they remembered it was just a couple of days more for them to return home.

And Theseus was happy, because he was going to see Newt again after a very long and exhausting month.

He was so excited he started to babble about Newt… again, only this time he was heard by a wizard at the pub they were in. And the man moved his chair closer.

“Are you talking about Newt Scamander?” He asked, genuinely curious. “I met him in France. He’s a sweet little thing, isn’t he?”

Theseus didn’t answer, his response was to press the glass in his hands harder than he should.

“He saved me from a wampus. I haven’t seen him since then,” the man sighed, sad. “I wonder if any of you could tell me where he is… I really want to see him again, maybe invite him some dinner and-”

Theseus leaned in and took the man’s arm in a grip Percival was sure it was painful. But his smile, it was the most terrifying thing he had seen.

“Listen, you… whoever you are I don’t care, Newt Scamander is off limits, do you understand? Because if I see you near him, you’ll miss the wampus he saved you from.”

Then the story about the ring came to Percival’s mind and an idea formed in his mind.

Of course, it was so obvious. Newt was Theseus’ husband.

Percival was really curious about their story together, but he was not the man that used to ask people questions about their private lives, he preferred to wait until said person is comfortable enough to tell their story.

Besides, there was no time left, because Theseus was going back to England.

***

They didn’t see each other after that, but they kept writing. And it wasn’t that Theseus life wasn’t interesting but the best part of his letters was when he wrote about Newt. Percival found himself smiling and grinning the most when he read something about the magizoologist.

Because it seemed Newt was as wild as the creatures he took care of.

More than once he laughed out loud while reading how Newt had found another dangerous creature and took it to the house, making Theseus almost have a heart attack.

After a few of those letters, Percival not only wrote about the problems in MACUSA, he also added a few questions about Newt. But they were just innocent questions. Where was Newt at the moment? What kind of creature was he studying the most? He asked and stopped himself from adding things like What color are his eyes? How does his voice sound like?

Mercy Lewis seemed to have heard his prayers because the next letter came with a photograph. Theseus wanted to prove Percival Newt kept taking beasts into their house. But Percival didn’t pay much attention to the little occamy in the wizard’s hands, because the wizard himself was way more interesting than the creature.

Newt was breathtaking. He had the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. And his eyes were shining with joy as he looked at the occamy and caressed it with his fingers. Then he turned his head to the camera and he could see lovely freckles all over his cheeks. His curls fell over his forehead and his eyes looked away from the camera in an gesture of adorable shyness.

Percival kept the picture, of course he did. After all Theseus gave it to him, didn’t he? There wasn’t anything wrong about that. The problem started days later when Percival brought home a beautiful frame for the photograph and left it in his bedroom where he could see it perfectly before falling asleep.

He didn’t have time to think about it, because Grindelwald attacked him.

***

It took Percival a long time to be back to himself after being rescued. Newt’s photograph (that thanks Mercy Lewis Grindelwald didn’t destroy) and Theseus’ letters with news of Newt helped a lot.

To say that he was impressed was a underestimation, he was more than that when auror Goldstein told him it was Newt who noticed the Graves that sentenced them to death wasn’t the real one. He not only felt impressed, he felt relieved to know Newt didn’t believe he’d do something like that to him. He’d never hurt Newt.

Even though he hadn’t actually met him.

But he did, he met him two years after his rescue. Newt had returned New York to visit auror Goldstein and her sister and he also brought copies of his book with him. Percival already knew about that, Theseus sent him a long letter about how proud he was of Newt and how much he wanted the whole world to notice the other wizard’s talents.

But even though the information and the picture, Percival was not prepared. Seeing that kind and warm smile spreading slowly over those freckled features was completely different from seeing it on a photograph. Newt’s presence was like a ray of sunshine, he was full of energy, an energy that was difficult to follow, but Percival did it anyway.

He ignored the inner voice that warned him about getting too close, he knew what was going to happen, what was already happening and did nothing to stop it. He gave Newt all the permits he needed, he started to have lunch with him in the cafeteria and adapted his own office to make it a place more comfortable for the magizoologist, so he didn’t have to leave.

He knew, but ignored. Percival let himself fall little by little. He asked the other wizard to be on first name basis because he couldn’t stand calling him Mr Scamander anymore. He felt guilty for putting in the president’s head Newt would be very valuable for MACUSA, but he felt worse when Newt accepted, because part of him was overwhelmed with happiness.

He was also curious and hopeful. Why did Newt accept a job so far from Theseus? Was there something wrong? What was happening between the two?

But he didn’t ask, it was not his place.

He met the Niffler when the thing stole his pocket watch. And when he found out he didn’t care, that he liked the way Newt’s cheeks flushed or the sensation of his skin when their fingers touch as Newt returned him the watch, he knew there was no coming back from that.

It got worse at MACUSA’s dance. All years there was a celebration for the anniversary of MACUSA. All workers were invited. Percival had to go because he was the Director of Magical Security and because Picquery basically ordered him to go.

Newt, on the other hand, wasn’t a people’s person and Percival knew he’d prefer to be taking care of his creatures, but he also knew Miss Goldstein was his friend and she could be really persuasive sometimes.

So Percival Graves spent the night trying not to stare at Newt, but it was unfair, because he was wearing a really good suit and he looked stunning with it.

The problem was that he wasn’t the only one who noticed, therefore it didn’t took long for Newt to be surrounded by wizards and witches who wanted to dance with him.

Percival walked towards him, reminding himself he had promised Theseus to take care of him. He also conveniently ignored the voice that called him hypocrite, the same voice that was telling him he was doing that just because he was jealous.

“May I have this dance?” He asked. He hadn’t recalled being that flustered since he was twelve. It was almost ridiculous. And it was even more ridiculous when all his​ worries fade away when Newt smiled at him and took his hand.

“Thanks for getting me​ out of there,” Newt said. “It’s not that I don’t like them. They seem good people, but I’m not used to be around so many people.”

“You’re welcome,” Percival smirked and forgot about everything else. He took Newt by his slender waist and pulled him close.

“I feel comfortable around you,” he said and Percival felt warm inside.

He leaned in, pressing their foreheads together, he stayed like that because Newt didn’t push him away.

He looked into those hazel eyes and wondered what would have happened if he had met Newt before Theseus did. Maybe he was losing it, but he felt like Newt and him fit together.

But it couldn’t be. It could never be.

***

Percival knew it was going to happen sooner or later, but honestly he wanted more time.

Theseus had arrived at MACUSA and knowing him he was going to convince Newt to leave with him.

But Percival refused to let Newt go without telling him everything.

He wasn’t so lucky because before he could move, Theseus stormed into his office. He was angry, which didn’t surprise him.

“Why didn’t you tell me Newt was officially working for MACUSA?” He demanded.

“I thought he had told you,” Percival’s lie sounded weak even to his ears.

“He didn’t.”

“Maybe he had a reason to do that,” he blurted out.

“Where’s he?” Theseus asked, ignoring him.

“I don’t know.” Another lie, he knew Newt so well by then he was sure he was sitting on the couch at Tina’s office at the moment.

He sighed and looked at Theseus, he deserved to know too.

“I’m in love with him,” he said before he regretted it.

“What?”

“I’ve fallen in love with Newt,” Percival breathed and didn’t flinch when Theseus growled. He was pissed, of course he was.

“You utter cock! I trusted you!” He snarled. “But if you think just because you’re my friend I’m gonna let you put your dirty hands on my baby brother you’re terribly mistaken!”

Percival blinked a few times before he could process what Theseus had said.

“Newt’s your brother?”

That just seemed to irritate Theseus even more.

“Of course he is! But you know that already, Graves!”

“I didn’t,” he admitted. “I thought he was your husband.”

“What?” The words catch Theseus off guard. But when he realised, he bursted into laughter.

Percival didn’t care he was laughing at him. He felt relieved.

“Just to make one thing clear, no matter how funny I find this, that doesn’t mean I approve your- hey!”

Percival left Theseus and apparated outside Tina’s office. He walked in like the desperate man he was and sat next to his magizoologist.

Marry me he wanted to say, but bit his lip before saying it. He had waited so long he wasn’t going to ruin it.

“Do you want to have dinner with me?” Percival asked feeling his heart on his throat.

“Of course,” Newt responded too quickly. He looked quite calm for someone that got flustered for almost anything.

Auror Goldstein cleared her throat and make a motion with her hand, like she wanted him to add something more.

Then he understood.

“Like a date,” he added.

“Oh… Oh!” Newt blushed prettily. “I mean… yes, I’ll have dinner with you.”

Percival couldn’t help himself and kissed Newt’s hand and the wizard’s face turned into a deeper shade of red.

“What are you doing, Graves? Hands off!” Theseus entered the room.

Percival saw auror Goldstein sigh.

“So you thought he was married and you still were planning how to woo him?”

“Don’t mind him, he’s being overdramatic,” Newt told him, then his brother’s words hit him. “You thought I was married? With whom?”

“It’s a long story.”

What Really Matters

A/N: An anon sent a little headcanon thing about the Black Queen episode where Garcia and Morgan are involved in that sexual harassment talk. This will include Spencer x Reader also. @coveofmemories @sexualemobitch @jamiemelyn @unstoppableangel8 @iammostdefinitelyonfire26 @hogwarts-konoha

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“Today, we are going to be talking about sexual harassment.”

In an instant, Penelope and yourself shared a terrified glance. The woman speaking had set up a presentation. On it were phrases like “my big, black twelve-pack,” which was definitely a Garcia line, and “I’d like to see you in nothing but that FBI vest,” which was definitely something you’d said to Spencer before. 

You were all for having these kinds of presentations. Sexual harassment was no joke at all, but every single bullet point on this presentation was something that Penelope had said to Morgan or you had said to Spencer. This entire floor of the Bureau knew that this was how you spoke to your respective best guy friends. No one had any issues with it, but somehow, this woman and her people had caught wind of your inside jokes and decided to make an entire fucking presentation out of it. 

Glancing to the side, you saw JJ and Emily smirk. You pushed your tongue up behind your lip and shrugged. She was going to speak, go through her entire spiel and you and Spencer would go back to speaking the way you always did. Spencer was “in his shell” with everyone else to an extent, but with you, he let loose a little bit, and you weren’t about to let this woman ruin that.

“Now, I want everyone to take a peek at the board for a minute. Things like ‘I love that sexy string bean body’ and ‘Or what, you’ll spank me’ are not okay,” she started, her smug smile when she glanced at the four of you crawling under your skin. You sunk into your chair and closed your eyes, trying to tune out the bullshit. It wasn’t helping. Spencer just stood behind your chair, occasionally smirking, considering when it came to the two of you, most of the colorful language was yours. Morgan on the other hand desperately wanted to tell this woman to shut up, and Penelope looked the worst off of all of you. Although she wasn’t ashamed of the way she spoke to Morgan, having every single detail of their conversations picked apart in front of everyone was mortifying her. No one cared. The only ones that cared were HR people who assumed that there was to be no fun at all in the workplace; that people were supposed to just come into work, do their jobs, and not cultivate any close relationships.

“Agent Y/L/N,” the woman said, pulling you out of your little reverie, “This is a serious matter. I need you to pay attention.” With a laugh, you pushed yourself up in the chair and stared her down. “Is sexual harassment a laughing matter to you?” 

Ok, now she was questioning your character and that’s just some bullshit. “Actual sexual harassment? No, not at all, and I don’t appreciate the insinuation. Sexual harassment is no laughing matter, however, how I speak to my co-workers, in front of my other co-workers who literally don’t care as long as we do our jobs? That is funny.”

“The way you and some other co-workers,” she said, eyeing Penelope without taking her eyes off you, “Talk to each other, can make people uncomfortable.”

You nodded and looked around, able to point out with one hand worth of fingers how many people you’d joked in front of that weren’t members of your immediate team. “Yes, which is why I make it a point to only joke that way in front of members of my immediate team who know exactly what the nature of my relationship with Dr. Reid is. You want to talk about sexual harassment, talk about the agents on this very floor who “subtly” brush past my, and my female co-workers asses because “there wasn’t enough room” for them not to touch my ass. You want to talk about sexual harassment, take a look at the video cameras and watch as a particular agent, who I won’t name in public, backed me into the wall of the elevator and tried to tell me how big his cock was. Sexual harassment in the workplace? Let’s talk about the fact that I can’t count on fingers and toes how many times I’ve separated a male agent from a female one, or the occasional female from female because things were getting uncomfortable, and that’s the things that I’ve seen. Sexual harassment is absolutely no joke at all, you’re the one making it into a joke by focusing on the way I talk to my co-worker.” Despite the fact that you thought this whole thing was a joke, you weren’t going to bring Garcia into this and make her more uneasy. 

For a brief moment, you and the HR representative bore holes into each other, and then she continued. Again, you tuned out, because she was still talking about the way you spoke to Spencer and the way Morgan spoke with Penelope. When you glanced back toward Spencer, he looked proud of you; you gave him a small thumbs up and a roll of the eyes. 

All of a sudden, Garcia looked down at her phone. “It’s Hotch,” she whispered. 

“Miss Garcia,” the woman said. Oh goddammit, she was annoying.

Garcia’s face went red again. “I’m sorry. It’s Agent Hotchner. I have to go. I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

The remainder of the presentation passed by in a haze of awkwardness. You didn’t pay attention. Spencer and Morgan didn’t. The rest of the Bureau was in and out of consciousness. Even the HR representative seemed like she was just going through the motions, your words hitting her hard. Finally, it was over and she asked to speak with you. “Agent Y/L/N, I need you to know that I take what you said seriously.”

“Good,” you replied. “I’m sorry I can’t say the same about your presentation. There are so many other things that we need to worry about in the workplace that have nothing to do with the way I speak to my best friend. If you are actually serious, as you claim to be, please look into actual instances of sexual harassment within the Bureau, because I can assure you they do exist.”

She gave you a nod, which you took as your opportunity to leave. “Spence, wait up,” you said, running up behind him. He glanced backward, wondering why you’d been speaking to the HR representative, so you explained. “I won’t say anything loud enough for her to hear, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to stop telling you and I’d like to pin you up against the wall of the file room.”

“Hopefully, she’ll let this go,” he laughed, his pointer finger waving between the two of you, “and focus on what actually matters. How do you think Garcia’s doing?”

“I think she wants to hide her head in shame,” you replied. “But she’ll be fine. After a couple of days, she’ll go back to calling Morgan her big black twelve-pack just like she’s supposed to.”

Spencer looked down at his stomach wistfully. “I’ll never have a twelve-pack, or even a six pack.”

“You are perfect just the way you are you sexy pipe cleaner.”

hurtful words (pt. 3)

summary; both Shawn and Y/N may still be fighting for each other, but it’s a matter of if time is working with or against them

p.s. shout out to the one and only @mendes2k17 for helping me develop the plot,, it actually helped me write a huge part of this bahaha

p.p.s. if you haven’t read part 1&2 to this series, now would be a good time to or else this will make almost no sense and of course, your heart won’t hurt as much if you haven’t read the other two parts before this bahaha

PART ONE || PART TWO ||  PART FOUR

MASTERLIST || REQUEST


four months after the breakup

Breakups. You’ve been through some before you and Shawn’s. Multiple in fact. So why does this particular heartbreak hurt as if it’s your first? Maybe it was because you guys were going so strong. Or maybe because he treated you so good that it just felt right to be in his arms. You could tell yourself that everyday, but deep down you knew it was because you were still in love with him. So deeply in love with him that these past four months and nine days have been misery. You’ve never spent such a long period of time in pure agony. 

They all asked what the worst part of your breakup was, and although you answered with ‘I miss Shawn,’ it was really that even with everything he put you through – the trauma, the pain, you’d still take him back. It hurt even more to know that he was probably over you, your thoughts confirmed by the last time you saw him at the club. You regretted even bringing up the break, but you regretted not doing anything to fix it even more.

Tonight was one of those nights where you wouldn’t leave your bed. After the first two months that you stayed with your parents, they eventually kicked you out claiming that you’d do nothing but party and sleep. They were right about you doing nothing with your life anymore, but it was hard to when you were in a constant cycle of drinking to forget the pain and sleeping to avoid the hangover and hurt as much as possible. Your friends did try to help you, but they eventually gave up soon after, too.

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anonymous asked:

ok so first i'm sorry this is probably going to be really long but this is all the poor writing of lance and how is kinda made out to just be the gag character/least important. ok so i know there's a tumblr post about lance being both stronger and more agile than keith but that's either fake or the staff changed the stats because i checked the website and keith and lance have the same strength and keith is way more agile (1/?)

here are ALL the stats: Shiro has 17 strength, 15 agility, 17 intelligence; Pidge has 8 strength, 15 agility, 20(full) intelligence; Hunk has 19 strength, 10 agility, 17 intelligence; Keith has 13 strength, 19 agility, 14 intelligence; and Lance has13 strength, 15 agility, 12 intelligence. Lance can be strongly argued to be the worst overall paladin (even tho he is so great like writing team why are you doing this to him) (2/?)

he is the only one to not have a stat over 15. like each young paladins (so excluding shiro) have a somewhat area of weakness. pidge has low strength but good agility and the highest stat for intelligence, hunk has low agility but really great strength and intelligence, keith has somewhat low intelligence (bc although his strength could be argued to be low, comparatively it’s not) but has decent strength and great agility, lance doesn’t really have a category where he shines through (3/?)

pidge has intelligence, keith agility, hunk strength, while lance has some of the lowest stats. it just feels like they’re really downplaying his abilities. idk i feel like i could go on about paladin stats for like hours so let’s move on. Ok, so lion stats: black has 15 damage, 16 armor, 18 speed; green has 10 damage, 15 armor, 17 speed; red has 10 damage, 13 armor, 20(full) speed; yellow has 14 damage, 18 armor, 12 speed; and blue has 13 damage, 14 armor, 15 speed. (4/?)

they also, in my opinion, kinda made blue the weakest lion. it’s definitely not as bad as the paladin stats but blue kinda seems to just be average at each stat and doesn’t one focal strong point and i don’t know it’s just they put lance in the one lion that’s all about being friendliest and easiest to bond with. in fact (moving on to lion descriptions) blue strong points in her description are being the friendliest and most confident (5/?)

which is “full of confidence and even more full of himself” like why you gotta shade and drag my son like that. like in lances entire description it’s all about how goofs around, likes to have fun, and is super friendly and while a lot of it is positive in the way it’s written some of it seems negative, is negated by lines like he’s full of himself or he’s cocky or how he’s a huge flirt, and his entire description is more about traits while all the other descriptions (7/?)

talk about good traits AND good skills. lance only has one skill line which is “while his cockiness often gets the better of him it comes in handy during firefights against bigger and better opponents” like one kinda lazy bs attempt at making a redemption from all the bad descriptors is that??? like just go read his description on the website and you’ll see how crappy and how much of a gag character he seems like. in fact a all the descriptors only half like half, sorta negative traits (8/?)

while lances’ “negative” (with how they’re written) traits seem to be the FOCAL point of bio and just ugh i could go on and on about how bad his bio is and all this stuff! Anyway just please give the blue boy and his cat some better skills, description of their bomb personalities and strengths, and overall recognition and writing!!! -gjtl;dr lance and his cat are very poorly written and their skills are super under appreciated and just please help and fix that thanks :,) (9/9 sorry it’s so long)

I- holy shit. I have nothing to say about this except why the fuck are they written like that. I- what the fuck.

Anonymous said: May I request a scenario where Shouto hears his female crush saying to her friend that she finds him really cool and handsome but she dares not to confess her feelings to him ~ ❤

Anon, before I say anything else, thank you!! <3 I altered your request so that Shouto’s crush is talking to more than one friend. I hope this doesn’t make you unhappy because omg, did I enjoy writing this!

Warnings: None, but when I wrote this, I imagined it happening after the Field Training Arc, so although it’s not necessary to read up to this arc for this scenario, if you already have, some things here may make more sense to you :)

“Worst boy? Easy! Mineta.”

His fingers centimeters from the door, Todoroki stops dead as he hears Yaoyorozu’s bitter comment and the laughter that follows. The hand that was about to slide the door open, he brings back to his side.

All of a sudden, entering the classroom seems like the last thing he should do, which is pretty stupid, or as Sensei (Eraserhead) would say, irrational, since Todoroki has to get to class somehow… but it’d be a mistake, he feels it.

To barge into the classroom when Class 1-A’s girls are in the middle of their gossip, Todoroki would sooner turn around and enter Class 1-B. At least their confusion and Monoma’s taunts would be easier to tolerate than the girls’ fury, but that option disappears when out of the multiple voices, he recognizes yours.

“I do have a crush on a boy in our class.”

Crush? Todoroki takes a step back and leans against the wall alongside the door, careful not to make noise. He knows he’s putting himself at risk, but he can’t walk away, ignore this. His heart won’t allow him to. Your crush, whoever it is, at least knowing will put this, his feelings for you, to rest. It could very well not be him, but Todoroki wouldn’t unleash a flurry of curses or use violence to express his disappointment. He’s not Bakugou.

But if Todoroki is being honest, he hopes it’s him.

“Ooooh, what’s he like?” Ashido excitedly asks.

“Incredibly cool and handsome, but… it’s his eyes that make me weak. When he’s serious, they’re so determined, but when they soften, they’re so warm. There’s always something going on behind those eyes. And his quirk! The way he uses it, it’s beautiful, and he really makes it his.” You finish your sentence with a long sigh, almost dreamily.

While squeals fill the classroom, Todoroki’s heart drops. Anyone who heard the high praise would know that it isn’t an infatuation you’re having, it’s a deep fondness. This crush of yours… Tokoyami??

Todoroki’s interactions with him have been very minimal, but thinking about it, Todoroki supposes he is cool, certainly calm under pressure. Handsomeness is something he can’t answer, but Tokoyami’s quirk, it’s definitely unique. Paired with his other abilities, he’s quite strong. Could he be your type? Todoroki closes his eyes, pained at the thought.

Hagakure presses you on. “Sooo, who is he?”

“Todoroki.” you say quietly, but he doesn’t miss it. Todoroki opens his eyes, recalling your compliments from earlier.

All of it, they were about him! The realization overwhelms Todoroki slightly, and a blush colors his face a faint pink.

Naturally, the gossip carries on.

“Will you confess?” asks Uraraka.

“No, I can’t. I don’t have the courage to. I’d be so nervous! I wouldn’t even be able to look him in the eye because, well, you know already how I feel about his eyes.”

At this, Todoroki’s eyes widen, and he startles when he feels a tap on his arm. He turns, meeting a concerned gaze. “Midoriya?”

“Your bag…”

Todoroki sees where Midoriya is pointing. It’s his school bag, singed at the handles under his left hand. He must’ve done this unconsciously, flustered from listening to you.

Willing his quirk to settle, Todoroki wordlessly moves his bag to his right hand.

Midoriya’s concern noticeably lessens. “Are you still getting used to using your left side?”

“Yeah,” Todoroki lies. “I never thought it’d act up in this way.” He looks at his left hand, then at Midoriya again, and although the boy doesn’t know which way specifically Todoroki is referring to, he beams, sliding the door to the classroom open. “Shall we?” Todoroki nods, grateful Midoriya hasn’t asked him why he’d been standing motionless in the middle of the hallway.

Todoroki walks in a straight line to his desk, briefly sparing a glance at you. True to your words from earlier, you can’t look Todoroki in the eye and only concentrate on the chalkboard, though it’s blank.

More Class 1-A students enter until every seat is occupied, and Sensei squirms in, enveloped in his sleeping bag, and mutters a good morning, thus beginning the first class.

In the back row, Todoroki tunes out Sensei’s instructions, fixated on the back of your head. He thinks about what you said, that you can’t confess to him because of nerves mainly, and he can’t blame you for that, considering recent events, where he’d been less than approachable. Still, he makes up his mind.

Todoroki watches as you, oblivious to his stare, raise your hand to answer a question.

He can confess to you.

Epic Movie (Re)Watch #94 - The Book of Life

Spoilers below.

Have I seen it before: Yes.

Did I like it then: Yes.

Do I remember it: Yes.

Did I see it in theaters: Yes.

Was it a movie I saw since August 22nd, 2009: Yes. #325.

Format: Blu-ray.

1) I watched this about a week ago - on the actual Day of the Dead - but didn’t have time to write it because I live in Chicago and the Cubs won their first World Series in 108 years. So my priorities were a little different than usual.

2) Anyone here a fan of “El Tigre”?

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Well the creator of that show - Jorge R. Gutierrez - was the writer/director of this film! Some El Tigre characters even cameo in the film’s opening, but you have to REALLY look for them.

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3) The framing device of this film (a bunch of kids at a museum being told a story) is a classic fairytale/magical realism device that can be found in films such as Big Fish. It also gives the film a plot driven reason for it’s unique animation style (the characters looking like wooden figures).

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4) This film has some really great humor.

Vendor Boy: “Churros! Churros! (A bird poops on the churros.) Frosted churros!”

5) I will talk about La Muerte and Xibalba as individual characters in just a second, but for now I want to focus on their relationship.

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I’m not overly familiar with Day of the Dead lore outside of this film, but I think the idea of having the ruler of The Land of the Remembered (La Muerte, everything good and wonderful in the world) and the ruler of the Land of the Forgotten (Xibalba, everything that is negative in the world) be lovers is a great idea. Their relationship is tense, volatile, and can be filled with conflict, but never is it abusive. Never is it hateful. You always get a great sense of love between these two and that’s what makes it work.

6) Ron Perlman as Xibalba.

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These two wouldn’t work so well together if they couldn’t stand on their own as characters. And the work so well in that field because of equal parts writing, character design, and voice over work. Ron Perlman is a regular collaborator of Guillermo Del Toro’s, the executive producer on this film, and has worked in a number of animated project before (including VP Lancer in “Danny Phantom” and Clayface in “Batman: The Animated Series”). Perlman brings a roguish charm to all his characters, even when it’s just his voice. He’s interesting, rough, and just likable! And he makes Xibalba all those things. You’re never particularly rooting against him, even though he’s technically the villain. You’re just entranced whenever he’s on screen.

7) Kate del Castillo as La Muerte.

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American audiences are not as familiar with Kate del Castillo as they are with Ron Perlman, although she is one of Mexico’s most acclaimed popular actresses. As Perlman does with Xibalba, Castillo brings genuine charm, likability, and charisma to La Muerte. As well as an added fierceness that lets you know this undead ruler can keep her own when head-to-head with her darker lover. You definitely get the vibe that La Muerte is the more dangerous of these two but also the kinder, and so much of that relies on Castillo’s performance.

8) Manolo, Maria, and Joaquin.

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We first meet these characters and get a sense of their relationship as children, and it’s great. Yes Manolo and Joaquin both love Maria, but they’re friends first. ALL of them are friends! Later in the film Joaquin and Manolo remain friends even when vying for Maria’s affections, and they are friends with Maria before they are lovers. And I think it’s driven home by this statement from Maria as a child:

Maria [after Manolo and Joaquin fight over who’s she is]: “I belong to no one!”

They don’t belong to each other, they chose to be friends. They chose to be with together because they genuinely like each other. I love that.

9) A huge theme of this film is also seen in Maria’s, “I belong to no one!” line and that is the theme of being true to yourself.

Both Joaquin and Manolo have huge shadows they live in (a line which is actually uttered by Joaquin later): Joaquin’s dead father was a great war hero and Manolo’s father pushes him to be a bullfighter like all the men in their family have been. It makes for a unique conflict and a great message to kids of all ages: be yourself.

10) Maria as a character.

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You get a real sense of Maria as a character when we first meet her. Not only does she have the wonderful line, “I belong to no one!” but she also shows her placement of morality over societal values by freeing animals slated for slaughter. Her father sends her off to a convent to become, “a proper lady,” but…it doesn’t really work. At least, she doesn’t become his definition of proper. She is loving, kind, sweet, but fiercely independent and someone who follows her heart above all else. Zoe Saldana voices Maria, and breathes such wonderful life into the character you forget she’s acting. Everything about Maria just feel so real it’s amazing.

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11) The decision to compose the film’s soundtrack from popular music recorded specifically for the movie (the mariachi version of “I Will Wait For You” being the earliest example) as well as original songs composed by Paul Williams is a great one. The copyrighted songs never feel out of place and don’t distract from the plot, instead playing perfectly into the emotion of the scene. And the original songs are made for the moments which are purely story and pure character, so they could not possibly be represented by something which was already written because this story hasn’t existed before.

12) Manolo!

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All the characters in this film are written with such life and depth that lead character Manolo couldn’t POSSIBLY be an exception. He has skills as a bullfighter, but is deeply conflicted by his duty to his family and his duty to his heart. But it’s all guided by love, something with is illustrated by the inscription on his guitar (a gift from Maria, nonetheless): “Always play from the heart.” It is Manolo’s defining characteristic and defining struggle: that he wants to be himself, not his father or anyone else.

Diego Luna just…ugh! So I’ve seen Luna in small roles before (The Terminal, Elysium) but this film makes me a HUGE fan of his! I’m really looking forward to his role in Rogue One BECAUSE I loved his performance in this film so much. Manolo sings more than any other character in the film, and Luna infuses each song with such sincerity and warmth it is nearly impossible not to fall in love with his performance as Manolo. And he treats each line of dialogue the same. Like Saldana as Maria, you don’t feel like you’re listening to an actor. You’re listening to Manolo.

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13) Grandma is hysterical.

Grandma Sanchez [after Manolo refuses to kill a bull]: “Kids today, with their long hair and no killing stuff.”

Grandma Sanchez [after Manolo’s father says everyone in their family was a great bullfighter]:

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“A BEAST!”

She doesn’t have many lines but very nicely embodies the film’s wonderful characters and humor.

14) Manolo’s Father, Carlos.

I have seriously MIXED feelings about Carlos, and I think you’re supposed to. He shows a genuine desire to do the best for his son, he just doesn’t actually KNOW what’s best for his son. He pressures him into being a bull fighter because it’s the Sanchez way, and when Manolo expresses dissatisfaction with this his father shames him into doing it.

Carlos [to convince Manolo to be a bullfighter]: “Don’t you LOVE your family?”

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(PS, I find this line to be the sign of an abusive relationship but maybe that’s just me.)

BUT Carlos has genuine moments of love with his son. He encourages him to tell Maria how he feels, he comforts him when he’s missing his dead mother, he actually LOVES Manolo. Hector Elizondo’s performance and the writing gets this across in a great way, and I think the film is better for it.

15) Channing Tatum as Joaquin.

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I do have to say of the trio of friends, Channing Tatum’s Joaquin is probably the weakest link. BUT that’s like calling one of The Lord of the Rings movies the worst in the trilogy: it was still nominated for best picture! I think it’s definitely because you know Joaquin is the third wheel, you know that Maria loves Manolo, and so it’s hard to get behind it. And you just can see that although they’re great as friends they wouldn’t make a good couple (despite Joaquin’s hopes to the contrary).

It would’ve been easy to write Joaquin as a jerk. And although he can be a bit pig headed here and there, you understand that he’s a genuinely good friend who truly cares for Maria (even though they’re not a great fit). Tatum brings a lot of this to the role, and even though I believe he’s the only non-Hispanic actor playing a decidedly Hispanic character (Ron Perlman gets a pass because Xibalba is an otherworldly creature) he has the same warmth and sincerity as Luna and Saldana have. It’s a nice way to round out the trio of friends.

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16) I can’t tell if this joke is stupid or hysterical.

Pepe [when he and his brothers are in danger]: “I’m allergic to dying!”

Pancho: “Especially in the face!”

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17) Joaquin’s biggest failing is probably that he buys too much into societal values, and his society’s values are…sexist. He is surprised that Maria reads, expects her to be a doting housewife (as all the high up men do), and that’s not what his heart wants it’s what he thinks should be.

18) “I Love You Too Much”.

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This is the song Manolo sings to express his feelings for Maria, and it’s beautiful. Paul Williams has crafted a quiet, loving melody which pulls at your heartstrings and is sung beautifully by Diego Luna. I think it’s my favorite song in the film and one of the best love songs I’ve ever heard.

19) Maria is awesome, if that hasn’t been made clear already.

Maria [stopping a kiss after Manolo’s song]: “Did you think it was going to be that easy?”

She’s not the girl who falls head over heels for someone just because they sang to hear. It’s appreciated, but there needs to be more than that. I love it!

20) This film never subscribes to storied cliches. It’s not like Manolo can’t be an idiot too, as noted when he and Joaquin start to fight over Maria (which she has shown to never truly appreciate).

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Maria: “You two are acting like fools.”

Manolo: “Wait, me too?”

You mean me, the nice guy romantic lead, is actually making a mistake? What kind of movie is this? (Hint: a great one.)

21) How long must it have taken to put out all those candles?

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It shows devotion on Manolo’s part. As will the rest of the film, honestly.

22) One of the conflicts in this movie that gets me going the most is how unfair everyone is to Manolo. When they were children he stopped a wild boar from hurting people, but Joaquin got credit because he saved the mayor. As adults he’s ready to fight off bandits without a magic medal, but Joaquin gets credit because he does fight them off WITH a magic medal which protects him from harm. And when Maria dies from a snake bite everyone blames him. He’s not the snake! He didn’t bite her! So bug off!

23) My brother and I laughed so hard after we heard this line:

Student [after Manolo dies]: “What is it with Mexicans and death!?”

The only reason that line isn’t racist is because it was written by a Mexican in a film directed by a Mexican which is produced by a Mexican. So it’s okay to laugh.

24) The Land of the Remembered!

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The Land of the Remembered is when this film’s visual style really takes off. Gutierrez’s imagination and the animation department’s skill bleeds through every scene in this wonderful place and it really pulls you into it’s world magnificently.

25) I mentioned in my Nightmare Before Christmas recap that Burton and company did a good job of establishing minor character with small introductions, and The Book of Life (although not Burton) follows in that tradition when we meet Manolo’s family.

Each family member - from the brutish Carmelo (voiced by the film’s director) to grandpa Luis (voiced by Danny Trejo) - is given a unique character with just a few seconds of screen time and dialogue which carries through until the end of the film. It works wonderfully.

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26) This freaking line, after Jorge is established as wanting to have been a singer.

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Manolo [after the two laugh about it]: “They crushed our dreams. Hilarious!”

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27) Manolo’s Mother.

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Immediately there is a difference in what is expected from Carmen Sanchez (his mom) and what there is.

Manolo: “And I became a bullfighter, just like you wanted.”

Carmen: “Me? Are you crazy?”

It turns out Manolo’s father saying his mother wanted that was…uh…wrong, to put it mildly. It’s a nice juxtaposition which establishes her as a character and not just a plot device.

28) Dude, I love this dialogue.

Xibalba [after Luis says La Muerte would never hand over her kingdom]: “She lost a bet.”

Luis: “Oh. She would do that.”

29) You get a lot of Manolo’s tender side and playing from the heart, but it’s easy to forget that he’s still a headstrong Sanchez boy. He still has the fierceness of a bull fighter, even if that’s not what he wants to do. And we see this particularly when Manolo threatens to expose Xibalba. That may not be the smartest move, but it is fierce.

30) Did I mention this dialogue and humor is awesome?

Luis [after his body is knocked away from his head]: “Hey, my arthritis is gone!”

31) The Candlemaker

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The Candlemaker rounds out the trio of immortals here, and falls in the middle. He is not about the Land of the Remembered or the Land of the Forgotten, he creates the candles (each candle representing a life). He is this big ball of happy childlike energy which is just fun to watch. And who’d they get to place this super upbeat and positive guy with hope and optimism dripping from him?

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It’s a nice change of pace from Ice Cube’s more hardboiled characters to see him play such a wonder filled creature, and to do it so well too! His voice work stands up there with the rest of the cast in that you never think you’re listening to Ice Cube, you’re just watching the Candlemaker. It’s great.

32) ALL THE LADIES IN THIS FILM ARE FIERCE AS HELL!

  • Maria’s fierceness has been established above.
  • La Muerte getting pissed when she finds out Xibalba cheated on the beat is fierce!
  • MANOLO’S MOTHER SLAPS XIBALBA AFTER SHE REALIZES HE KILLED HER SON!!!

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It’s a lot of fun to watch.

33) The final fight before Manolo can return to the land of the living is born from a wager he makes with Xibalba (he’ll face whatever challenge is thrown his way and win).

Xibalba: “What, do tell, is your worst fear?”

And then we get this:

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But it turns out his greatest fear isn’t killing the bull, it’s being true to himself. This ties into what I mentioned earlier: Manolo’s defining characteristic and his struggle are the same in that he wants to be himself. And we get a wonderful song to tie it up, of the same quality as “I Love You Too Much” and it is simply called “The Apology Song”. (Manolo’s father, who’s dead at this point, said that a Sanchez never apologies but after the fight is incredibly proud of his son.) It’s a nice character climax for Manolo before we get the final fight of the film.

34) When you have no idea this is coming, it’s the funniest line in the film.

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35) I give massive credit to the filmmakers for the way they handled Joaquin. He and Maria are set to be married now that Manolo is dead, and he knows Maria doesn’t want it so he’s about to talk to her about it before the town is attacked by bandits. Joaquin could have easily been some Gaston type but instead we got a sincere, honest character who deepens the conflict of the film.

36) This freaking movie…

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37) The entire final fight of the film is wildly fun to watch.

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It’s well paced, well choreographed, brings in all the characters we’ve met so far (living and dead), gives us a nice “dance” with Manolo and Maria, is filled with nice character moments, good humor, and has Joaquin decide he’s going to be his own man and try to sacrifice himself for his friends (it doesn’t work, he survives). It’s a great climax to the film.

38) “No Matter Where You Are”, the final song in the film, is a great ball of energy and love. But more than that, it let me know something I didn’t before…

Zoe Saldana can REALLY sing!

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Just thought I’d share.

39) The final reveal, that Christina Applegate’s tour guide and the security guard are really La Muerte and Xibalba, is in classic tradition of magical realism and fairytale stories. It’s a nice ending to the film.

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The Book of Life is great, and truly under appreciated. It’s representation of Mexican culture is unique in the animated film landscape, and gives the film a unique visual and musical style. The acting is topnotch, and you can feel through the writing/directing/character animation that it is truly a labor of love for all those involved. A great film which everyone should see.

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