and ed is clinging to him

ok i’m reddie trash,,,,,, but imagine eddie and richie going to a carnival for their first date, and richie’s hesitant bc “seriously, eds?!? you know i hate clowns!” but eddie convinces him to go anyway bc he loves playing the games, and he’d like to beat richie at them and make him eat his dust. so,,,, they play all the games,, and richie wins a huge stuffed bear and he gives it to eddie ((who blushes like a maniac omghgh)). then, they go through the fun house and richie’s clinging to eddie’s arm and squealing and freaking out and eddie’s flustered bc richie looks so cute w his glasses perched crookedly on his nose, and his hair all tousled and disheveled, and his cheeks are flush from shrieking every time he sees a clown,,,,, and then finally they go on the ferris wheel and they have their first kiss and it’s the cuTEST MOST CLICHE SHIT EVER AND MY BABIES ARE SAFE AND THERE ARE NO CHILD EATING CLOWNS THAT LIVE IN THE SEWERS THANKS :)))))

part 2 of 3rd grade teacher nursey?? yes?? ok

(part one)

  • calls all of his kiddos “little bro” regardless of gender. the occasional “little dude” or “little man”
  • the first time he wears a short sleeve dress shirt to school all the kids are obsessed with his tattoo
    • “mr n has a forever drawing on his arm :000″
  • hes the ultimate kid whisperer. anything these kids throw at him? hes got it covered
    • kids are fighting about who gets the 64 pack of crayons. jeremy got them yesterday and now he wants them again?? theres like 4 other kids who want to use them jeremy dont be a dick
    • nursey’s like “can i give you guys a special project? i need a big drawing to put up on the wall. but you all have to help and you all need to use the crayons”
    • jeremy, immediately distributing the crayons and getting a big ass piece of paper: ok mr n!!!!!!

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7

I don’t know if this is common knowledge or not, but this scene here is the first, and only time Edward cries in the series. From the day he and Al burned down their home until now, this is the only time.

Ed didn’t cry when he and Al discovered what had become of Nina. He didn’t cry when she was killed. He didn’t cry when Scar destroyed most of Al’s body, or when Scar was moments away from killing him. He didn’t cry when Al accused him of creating a fake soul and binding it to armor, of inventing a brother as some kind of sick joke. He didn’t cry when he learned Hughes had died, or when he confronted Gracia and admitted the murder was likely his fault. He didn’t cry listening to Al admit that he was at his wit’s end, that he couldn’t stand all the nights alone anymore. 

He didn’t cry when he learned Scar had killed the Rockbells after saving his life, or when Hohenheim accused him of running away. He didn’t cry when he discovered the thing he’d transmuted wasn’t actually Trisha, or when Envy told him they were doomed to die inside Gluttony’s failed portal, or when Bradley took Winry hostage, or when the fight with Kimblee left him with a ten foot steel beam puncturing his side. He didn’t cry when Pride hijacked Al’s lifeless body, or when he let Al be locked up in total darkness with Pride, or when Father took them captive and used them to kill everyone in Amestris.

And he didn’t cry when Al sacrificed his own soul to save Ed’s life.

No. He’s gotten angry; he’s yelled; he’s exploded, but he’s never cried. This is the only time, and it’s when Hohenheim tells Ed to his face that he loves them, more than anything in the world, and only wants for them to be happy—that everything that happened had been his fault, as their father, as an adult, as the one who should have been protecting them, and not Ed’s.

And Ed bawls.

Here’s why: Ed hates Hohenheim, and will easily admit it, but he doesn’t hate Hohenheim in the way he hates other people. Ed enjoys talking smack about those he genuinely hates—he’ll talk about wanting to beat Scar bloody for everything he’s done, and wanting to kick the homunculi’s asses for trying to use him and Al as pawns. Hell, he even enjoys jabbing at Roy for the personality traits he dislikes. Hohenheim is different though. Hohenheim is the only person Ed hates that he also hates talking about. Every time Hohenheim is mentioned, Ed responds with a quick, scathing comment about the man and desperately changes the subject.

And this is all because Ed doesn’t feel right about his hatred toward Hohenheim. For all the others, Ed hates them from a blameless position. The homunculi hurt innocent people, as does Scar, as does Kimblee. Ed securely knows he’s the good guy who hates these bad guys. He’s the moral one, the blameless one, pushing back against a truly antagonistic force. And this is what Hohenheim is not. All of Ed’s hatred toward Hohenheim stems from a place of projected guilt and self-loathing. Ed decided to try to bring Trisha back to life. Ed performed the transmutation that got Al’s body taken away. Ed burned down their home and enlisted in the military, and Ed agreed to do awful things in order to try to fix what he’d done to Al. But, if Ed dials everything backwards, he can almost justify rooting this in the fact that Hohenheim left them first.

If Hohenheim had stuck around, maybe Trisha wouldn’t have died. And if she had, Hohenheim could have stopped Ed and Al from doing something so reckless as human transmutation. He’s their father after all. He’s supposed to be responsible for them. But he left, so Ed can almost rationalize the idea that it was Hohenheim’s leaving that led to everything bad in the brothers’ lives.

Ed knows this is grasping though, and he clings to it in part because he’s convinced Hohenheim hates him too. The clearest memory Ed has of his father is from the morning he left, standing stiff at the doorway, glaring down at Ed before heading out the door and never returning. (A glare which we later learn was the result of Hohenheim furiously holding back tears). Clearly, Hohenheim hated Ed and Al and Trisha enough to just walk out the door one day without saying goodbye. Ed’s probably spent a lot of sleepless nights wondering what they’d done wrong as a family—what he’d done wrong as a son—to make his own father not want him anymore.

So when Ed talks about how he hates Hohenheim, it’s 100% intertwined with a hatred he feels for himself. And it’s an insecurity Ed would never, ever admit to.

Meeting Hohenheim again in episode 20 only works to confirm Ed’s fears. Hohenheim is unbelievably cold to him—Hohenheim confirms that, yes, all of this was Ed’s fault. Ed committed the taboo; Ed burned down their home as a means of hiding the memory. He’s disappointed in Ed. He hates him as a son. And he leaves, again, without goodbye, because Hohenheim didn’t return home with any sort of change of heart.

Learning the truth about Hohenheim only serves to scramble Ed’s feelings. He’s confused; he’s uncertain. He can rationalize Hohenheim’s departure in the context of preparing the counter-transmutation circle, but what about his memories of the man who glared at him, filled with hatred, and left? What about the man who accused him of being a scared, stupid child who’s to blame for all his failures? What about the man who—if only he’d stuck around—could maybe have stopped Ed from doing all of this? The truth makes sense, but it does nothing to alleviate all the guilt and self-hatred Ed feels in relation to Hohenheim, so he doesn’t soften to his father like Al does.

Until this scene.

Until finally, Hohenheim says everything Ed’s desperately wanted to believe for the past ten years. Hohenheim loves him. Hohenheim cares about him. Hohenheim blames himself for what happened—he should have been around for Ed and Al, he should have been there to stop them from doing the impossible, he should have been their father. He wanted to. More than anything in the world, he wanted to just be there for them. Their family was everything Hohenheim had loved in life, and he’s sorry, from the bottom of his heart he is sorry, for how he left them behind. So sorry, that he wants to sacrifice his life in order to fix what little of it he can.

And that’s what breaks Ed. He was strong enough not to cry at any other time, for any other reason, but in these few panels Hohenheim destroys the mangled, tortured sense of fear and guilt and self-loathing that Ed had been harboring for a decade. Hohenheim loves him. Hohenheim is happy to be Ed’s father, proud, and so so sorry.

For the first time, Ed cries. Because for the first time, he feels like he can call Hohenheim “Dad”.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I love your writing! Even the fics in fandoms or about pairings that I'm not usually into! It just makes me want to go and write and try to reach your standard :) I was wondering, would you ever do maybe an FMA/HP crossover ? Or FMA/YOI crossover ?? Or a crossover in general? They're pretty hard to do I think. But you'd ace it, because I'm sure if you did, it would be the best darn crossover and I'd love you

thank you that’s so sweet to say!!!!

okay so here’s the thing: i don’t LOVE crossovers usually, it takes a certain something to get me invested, and i one hundred percent don’t have a full fic in me. but –

edward elric, the cleverest wizard of his age. edward elric, who is just as extraordinary in this as he is everything else. he’s a hufflepuff, of course he is, you’d think he’d be a ravenclaw except literally the only thing more important to him than knowledge is loyalty and fairness  and what’s right. so.

he’s quiet and even surrounded by people he seems alone and there’s more than one slytherin vying for his attention, desperate to claim some of that shining talent for their own. but he rebukes them all, has no patience for stupidity or being used or political games. he’s the son of a muggle and a long absent wizard, and his brother – his brother is a squib.

edward hates hogwarts, hates the time he’s forced to spend away from his family. he has a single friend, winry, a fast talking ravenclaw, and she’s the only one who can pull genuine smiles from him.

his house doesn’t dislike him, but they know he likes to be left alone and they respect that. he gets them more points with perfect spells and perfect essays than any other student, so they like him and he’s never mean or rude, just quiet, so they all have a general sense of goodwill towards him but aren’t really friends. except alex armstrong who bursts into tears whenever he seems him, because armstrong is the hufflepuff quidditch captain and ed refuses to be the team’s seeker, or anything at all, even though anyone who’s seen him on a broom knows he’s just as capable and talented at it as anything else.

and lets talk about ed’s talent. ed who midway through first year got bored and started doing spells wordlessly. then wandlessly. who spends every waking moment in the library studying who the hell knows what because it’s certainly not classwork. he does all his spells without a wand or word now, no one has seen him even touch a wand since his second year. and it’s fear and awe that mark him too, because even dumbledore keeps track of his wand, uses it if he doesn’t have to, but ed doesn’t bother. he got straight Os in all his owls and he never pays attention in class but can answer any question or perform any spell asked of him so it’s not like the teachers can do anything with that.

then there’s slytherin seventh year roy okay, and his merry band of people – slytherin maes, gryffindor riza, gryffindor havoc, falman and fuery in raveclaw, breda in hufflepuff. and he’s fascinated by ed, they all are, who wouldn’t be? roy’s the quidditch captain for the slytherin team and hast to listen to armstrong cry at least once a week about ed’s wasted potential.

then the triwizard tournament happens. whole schools are submitted, and the best is chosen from each. everyone expects it to be roy – handsome, popular, powerful, with a special studies in fire spells.

roy knows better. he doesn’t say anything but he’s not surprised at all when edward elric’s name pops out of the goblet. the hufflepuffs are going crazy, and roy makes sure to cheer just as loudly with them.

the other two champions are rose, a quiet girl with a friendly smile, and ling, a not-quiet boy who already spends all his free time attempting to irritate ed into being friends with him, and this isn’t going to help at all.

so the first task happens. the dragons. ling uses a freezing spell to slow the beast down and gets a broken arm and a gash down his side for his trouble, but gets the egg. rose conjured a flock of birds to distract it and went for an egg, but the dragon used a puff of fire to kill the birds and burn half of rose’s body in a singe breath. but she gets the egg.

then it’s ed’s turn. he stands there, staring. does nothing. he takes a step forward. waits. takes another. waits. takes another, and the dragon rears up against him, so he takes a step back. she quiets back down, and he waits, and takes another step forward. that’s what he does. for hours. people have literally fallen asleep in their seats by the time ed has worked his way to the dragon’s nest, being watched carefully but not attacked, being trusted, and picks up the golden egg. the dragon’s nostrils flare and ed holds it up for her inspection, and she realize it’s not her egg at all, and settles back down, and ed backs up and away.

and that’s how ed gets the dragon egg with not a single bit of a magic and without a scratch on him.

roy wonders why ed is even bothering to compete, because he doesn’t seem that invested in it. the other champions are seen studying and practicing, are found with their professors colluding and working. ed continues on as if nothing has happened.

then the second task takes place. ed shows up late but he shows up furious, and roy wonders who it was that they took, because he can see winry sitting anxiously in the stands below him. ed reaches into his sleeve and takes out his wand and roy goes rigid in his seat and maes lets out a curse besides him. ed hasn’t used his wand in four years, hasn’t needed to, and if he’s using it now –

he says a spell they can’t hear and makes large encompassing swish – and then the entire great lake is lifted into the air.

the lakebed is dry and edward suspends the massive ball of water and merpeople and giant squid likes it’s nothing, is holding aloft something bigger than the hogwarts castle, and ed uses his other hand to point and direct, is doing two spells simultaneously, and roy didn’t even know that was possible. a hole opens up in the lake and a mer-person drops out, screaming. then another. then another. the screams are so high and so awful that roy is certain he’s going to have nightmares about it.

“give him back,” he says, voice clear and rippling with banked fury. “give him back

and a merperson swims to the edge, holding out a sleeping boy that looks remarkable like edward. ed lets the lake drop back to earth with a thunderous wave that soaks the judges. the boy comes gasping awake, still suspended in the air, and ed levitates him gently to the ground. the other champions are still in the lake.  the boy clings to ed, wet and shivering, and ed presses a kiss to his forehead and glares at the judges table. they give him a perfect score, shaken by what they’d seen as much as the students, and they march away.

later, roy and company worm their way into a conversation in the library, where ed sits with his brother going through a book in a language roy doesn’t recognize. “so,” he says awkwardly, now with two sets of scarily intelligent eyes fastened on him, “that was an impressive spell.”

ed snorts and rolls his eyes. “spells,” he scoffs, “great big waste of time if you ask me. wave a stick and say some words and you too can do the same damn spell as thousands before you. pathetic.”

“oh,” maes says, taken aback and wide eyed, “that’s uh,” he looks to alphonse, grimaces, and goes, “okay.”

“he’s not saying that because I’m a squib,” al says, “he’s just a nerd who like things that can be quantified and explained. magic isn’t really his thing.”

roy stares. the most powerful wizard he’s ever seen, and magic isn’t his thing.

“fuck flamel,” he snarls, “if he didn’t insist i get my newts before taking me on as an apprentice – he didn’t make you wait to begin learning!”

“but i cant do magic,” al says reasonably, “besides, i’m learning from his daughter now. we’ll learn from him together when you graduate.”

ed wrinkles his nose, “better hogwarts than izumi. i guess.”

“nicholas flamel?” falman breaks in, “you want to learn alchemy?”

“we want to master alchemy,” ed corrects, “the basics are easy enough, but flamel made a philospher’s stone. do you have any idea the level of mastery that takes?”

“we don’t really want to live forever,” al frowns, “but it is the ultimate test. we won’t rest until we make one.”

they all stare. “alphonse,” havoc says hesitantly, “are you – can you –“

he blinks, “of course. i may not be able to do it without circles like brother and flamel, but i’m not inept. that’s why i’m learning from izumi – she’s a squib and has to use circles too.”

“circles,” maes repeats, completely lost, “what?”

al sighs and takes out a piece of chalk, “like this,” and sketches out an array on the table. he grabs a notebook and puts it in the center, and with a crackle of energy its transformed into a bouquet of live flowers.

“nice trick of pulling water from the air,” ed says.

they’re all flabbergasted. “transfiguration?” maes asks.

“yeah sure,” ed rolls his eyes, “the same way cutting out a snowflake from a piece of paper is like origami.”

they keep staring. ed stares back. it’s the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

ed doesn’t win the tournament because he lets ling win for reason he refuses to explain, will only say that it was more important to him.

roy pesters and irritates ed until he agrees to teach him alchemy, and even grudgingly says roy has a knack for it. so he sets it up that when al and ed are studying with flamel roy is studying with his daughter, and he goes to ed and al whenever he gets confused because they’re at least less scary than izumi.

ed and al create the philosopher’s stone, and promptly destroy it. roy becomes a master of fire alchemy. they all live happily ever after.

The Inevitable Breakdown of Louis’ Observer Interview

At this point it’s pretty much necessary for me to take notes as I read these things so that I don’t tear my hair out with how much I want to yell at the writer and the narrative.

On the surface this article is sympathetic, I guess, in a way, but it’s one of those insidious narratives that’s even more frustrating because of the fact that it’s pretending to be positive.

I’ll go into my notes and then sum it up at the end.

Things that serve an obvious, pre-established BS narrative

  • Simon the Saint: Simon is called ‘the great gatekeeper of celebrity’ which yet again paints him as the sole reason that 1D succeeded rather than anything based on their own talent, effort, and merits
  • 1DHQ Were Benevolent Evil Dictators: the claim that Louis doesn’t feel he ‘earned’ his succeed because he never really ‘worked hard’ is weird, I get the idea sort of, but this ignores the fact that we know the boys were worked to exhaustion during TMH and probably at several other points
  • Hiatus is a Break Up:there’s the whole ‘see where it was going’ thing with the hiatus stuff could be taken as a battle royale solo 1D reference, but it also could be taken as a ‘the band is done for good’ thing which is what Syco and the press have been pushing about the hiatus the whole time
    • also, it makes it sound like Louis was dead set against the hiatus, but Liam just recently said in an interview that Niall was the most against it, I don’t think he mentioned Louis at all? but I can’t be sure unless I look back at it
    • really, the title and tagline of the article are all you need to see to prove this narrative’s presence
  • Solo vs. Solo: writer is far too interested in making 1D’s solo careers seem like an intentional battle royale when the boys have always made it clear they aren’t competing and only the press and some of the fans insist on framing it that way
    • the entire first couple paragraphs are artistic vomit to this effect
    • the way they frame the talk about the hiatus seems to lead to this conclusion by saying Louis was against it and could ‘see where it was going’it also says Louis didn’t want to ‘concede’ and then lists ‘bandmates’ as some of the people he didn’t want to concede to
  • Breakout Star Harry: Harry is indisputably painted as 1D’s star in the article with him being used in several places to contrast Louis’ ‘underdog’ status, this is in line with the solo-Harry-who-eschews-1D image they’ve been pushing since forever
  • #RealMe: we’ve got Louis’ being grateful for the ‘opportunity to talk super openly’ which is the solo Louis version of #realme, Liam definitely had this type of thing in his interviews too, I think Harry did and maybe Niall but I don’t remember as clearly

They’re using the whole sickly/unstable thing again

  • they talked a lot about his chain-smoking, particularly in relation to stress and lack of confidence
  • the most irritating is the ‘curled up in a foxhole, pale and chain-smoking’ comment
  • they talked about him having ‘personal issues to work through’ and going to Vegas to ‘blow off steam’, since they talk about Jay later in detail, then why did they leave ‘personal issues’ vague? seems like it was phrased deliberately to further the image of him being unstable
  • they talked about him having a fake ID and bemoaning the loss of house parties
  • they really hammed up the ‘rigid, ‘plastic’, ‘color draining from his face’ during the X-Factor performance when he honestly held himself together remarkably well and no one would necessarily know the situation by looking at him
  • bring up the airport mess and then say he can’t legally say anything about it???  he was cleared by the courts, so why can’t he?
    • maybe he can’t say the details or the blame, but he should at least be able to say something like ‘it was blown out of proportion’ or ‘there was more to the story than the press published’ or something
    • having him say nothing and then afterwards framing the comment about his music ‘revealing a more complete picture of him’ makes it seem like he’s admitting fault when he didn’t do anything wrong in the first place

Overlapping with the sickly/unstable image is the bullshit about Louis being the poor, little, undeserving underdog who has no confidence in his own abilities and who is more than likely bound to fail in his solo career

    • 'fringe-member’
    • imply Louis is a ‘2nd-tier member’ along with Niall and Liam
    • 'most fitfully appreciated’
    • 'underdog’
    • ‘odds are against this tilt’ in relation to his solo work
    • ‘unlikely go of it’
    • ‘concede to [bandmates]’
    • ‘find themselves bound to ride out whatever thrills and trials come next’
    • ‘inched off the hill again without necessarily considering the gradient of the slope’ as if Louis is a child who’s unknowingly gotten in over his head
    • his music was called ‘modest, rather lovely, and quiet’, which aren’t necessarily bad things, but there are much better descriptors than those weak, lukewarm ones- how about sincere, captivating, and passionate or moving? or something along those lines
    • called him the ‘Last Directioner’ in a way that’s clearly not just referring to his order of solo release, that doesn’t make sense anyway since he wasn’t the last to release a song???
    • made sure to include that he had to audition for X-Factor 3 times, but made no mention of other bandmates who auditioned more than once
    • has Louis praising his bandmates, but frames it as if he doesn’t have any of those good qualities, in fact the interviewer is the one who asks “and then there’s you?” and prompts the mental image of Louis being separate from the positive things Louis said about the others
    • heavily implies that Louis road on the coattails of the band and that Louis rightfully (in the opinion of the writer who calls him self-aware) feels like he doesn’t deserve the money or attention he’s gotten while in the band
    • something that is possibly the grossest part of the article is framing Jay’s death as some sort of retribution for Louis getting success he didn’t ‘earn’ or ‘deserve’ in the band, as if her death is his fault somehow
      • I get the waiting for the other shoe to drop thing, it’s like the feeling that everything is going too well and something’s got to go wrong, it’s not entirely unbelievable that Louis might feel that way considering the band’s success and the fact that he found the love of his life too
      • still, the idea of Jay getting sick and passing away being related to Louis not being ‘worthy’ of the success he’s had is really messed up with the way the framing and context of the article as a whole
      • I can’t honestly think Louis thought another shoe would drop either, the closeting and knock-down-drag-out fight with 1DHQ was already the other shoe
    • makes it sound like Louis foresaw a fight-to-the-death solo career melee during the hiatus and was strongly against it in fear of his own chances with ‘it wasn’t a pleasant conversation’ and ‘I was against it, I could see where it was going’, basically makes it seem like he was clinging to the band to support his career
    • claims that Louis can’t get collaborators to talk to him on his own
      • question: why even bring up collaborators in the first place? how many well known artists did 1D ever collaborate with? Ed Sheeran… anyone else?  maybe there were a couple well known industry writers, but otherwise there was nothing
      • it seems to me they’re making it seem like Louis MUST have someone to collaborate with or he can’t write or perform music which is BS
    • very obvious call for fans to support his solo career by saying he wants to prove that their support of him was worth it through having a successful solo career
    • ends on a very negative note about his solo prospects, it’s noncommittal and uncertain to the point where it’s obviously saying that his career is unlikely to succeed without ‘wanting’ to say it, the wishy-washy stuff is definitely intentional and in line with the tone of the article

The way they portray Louis doesn’t actually make any sense

    • first they say that he’s interested in the backstage stuff, that he was the one designated by the band to talk to the label, that he manages a girl-band on the side, etc.
    • then they say that he was a ‘fringe-member’ of the band that designated him as their spokesman, that he can’t get collaborators to work with him despite being good at managing and behind-the-scenes stuff
    • first they say that Louis tried out for X-Factor a 3rd time despite rejections the first 2 times, that he doesn’t want to concede to anyone and is going for a solo career despite naysayers, that he was the one who argued with the label on behalf of the band, that he’s decided to go into managing, which all indicates him as a fierce, determined, persistent person
    • but then they claim that he’s got confidence issues up the wazoo and constantly talks in defeatist terms and is consistently self-deprecating- even if Louis does have some confidence issues, pushing forward gung-ho rather than constantly down-talking himself would make more sense

Other things that were said but don’t add up

    • they said he was most confident in performing during his last year, which is interesting since his stage presence was greatly reduced sometime around 2013 or so
    • they claim that Just Hold On was ‘rolled out through One Direction’s old record label, Syco’ but Steve Aoki’s label was the one that released it
      • it makes it seem like Syco would have been releasing a single for Louis through… old loyalty? rather than him actually having signed, why would they be releasing something for an artist who they didn’t have a contract with?
      • considering Syco was already claiming that Louis was signing with them during the release, this framing is disingenuous as well as baffling in terms of realistic business common sense 
    • the fans are called ‘fanatical’ and then later, right after the airport stuff, it says that some ‘fanatical’ people can’t see Louis as a real person, the message here is a bit confusing
      • is this trying to say this his own fans refuse to see that Louis is the type of person who would punch a pap? (which he didn’t do but the article is trying to push a bit)
      • is this trying to say that the fans that attacked Eleanor did it because of not seeing Louis as a real person?
      • considering that the fans were sort of? praised for being ‘fanatically’ loyal and basically challenged to make Louis’ solo career succeed, it’s odd to see ‘fanatical’ people (interpreted as fans) also painted in a bad light for the same qualities
    • the article claims that Niall and Liam are 2nd-tier members and it’s clearly painting Louis as the biggest underdog, so the assumption that Harry and Zayn are the only ‘1st-tier’ members?
      • ok, then, we’re ignoring Liam’s vocal chops and Niall’s 1st place popularity in the US and Ireland and 2nd place popularity in the UK (via polls) apparently, as well as Louis’ extremely loyal fan following and prowess as a songwriter and industry persona
    • back to the collaboration thing, they frame Harry as the one who can get famous people to collaborate with him, but Zayn and Liam have collaborated with many more people than Harry so far

Conclusion

Okay, so the reason this article is ‘positive’ on the surface is because it’s revealing some of Louis’ hardships to the public and painting him as an underdog.  People like to root for underdogs, especially if they’re likable.

Negative Tilt

HOWEVER.  Very big however.  What the article does that’s very clearly not positive is that it implicitly agrees with all the things that are supposedly Louis’ insecurities.  

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Perfect

Author’s Note: I never write stuff. (I’m not just saying that. I’ve honestly NEVER written a fic.) but I listened to Perfect approximately one billion times and I could not get this scene out of my head. Thank you sooo much to @wildegreenlight for being my kind beta and @jenn582 and @thefinalhorcruxx for being my cheerleaders. Without them it’s unlikely I would have bothered to finish.

Written to and inspired by Ed Sheeran’s Perfect  played on endless repeat.

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The song faded to an end and Ron pulled away from the girl clinging to his waist, looking down at her with a lopsided grin. He could hardly believe they’d been dancing since he’d impulsively whisked her away from Krum.

Hermione gazed up at him, slightly breathless, a question in her eyes.

“Follow my lead,” he winked, took her hand and spun her through the other dancers past the edge of the makeshift dance floor and out through a gap in the marquee.

After the suffocating warmth inside the tent, the fresh air felt brilliant on his skin as he turned to face her, “Hermione… can I show you something?”

Her cheeks were flushed from dancing and her curls were wild, escaping from the intricate updo she’d worn to the wedding. She looks perfect.

“Of course, Ron.”

Was he mental or were her eyes actually sparkling?

The sun had long since set, but the breeze still had a warmth to it. They slowly made their way through a field towards a small pond with a rickety dock. Ron hoped she wouldn’t notice that they were still holding hands or if she did, he silently begged that she wouldn’t let go.

“We’re here.”

Ron dropped himself unceremoniously onto the end of the dock, tugging his shoes off and quickly shoving his holey socks into them. He cuffed up the edge of his trousers and let his legs dangle over the edge, bare feet skimming the water below.

“Sit with me?”

Hermione laughed and slipped off her own shoes. Ron reached a hand up to help steady her as she settled down next to him. “What are we doing here Ron? I have seen this pond before you know…. many times.” She smiled up at him and playfully knocked her shoulder into his so he’d know she wasn’t actually upset.

“I… well. Yeah, no. I  just…”

“Ron?”

One hand went to rub the back of his neck and he took a deep breath, “I just wanted to spend a few minutes alone.” She arched a questioning eyebrow at him. “I mean, alone, with um.. yeah.. you.” His eyes flicked to hers briefly and then focused on the pond in front of them. He could feel the blush literally climbing his neck. Good one Ron. Real eloquent. Bloody ‘ell. Eloquent! That’s the kind of word he should be using. Not ones like ‘um and yeah.’

He felt her hand gently cover his, he turned his ever so slightly and his pulse quickened when she intertwined their fingers.

“This was a brilliant idea Ron,” she smiled at him. “After meeting so many new people tonight, the idea of being alone for a few minutes sounds wonderful. Alone… together.” There was that twinkle in her eyes again. He could get lost in her eyes.

As they sat there, holding hands in the silence, Ron gathered every bit of courage he had and started to slowly move his thumb across the soft skin of her hand. Hermione let out a breath he didn’t realize she’d been holding and her head gently fell to rest on his shoulder.

She’s an angel. I don’t deserve this.

He’d lost track of how long they’d been sitting together when the sudden sound of music from the reception broke the spell they were under and he quickly stood up, brushing his trousers off, “Suppose we should get back before they send the twins to find us, yeah?”

Hermione rose slower, trying to straighten out her dress. She looked beautiful in that dress. She always looked beautiful, but his heart near to stopped when she’d walked out of the Burrow in that dress. She followed him off the dock and onto the grass, looking self-conscious as she tried to tuck the flyaway curls behind her ear, “I’m a mess.”

His heart beat faster and suddenly he didn’t care if his mum sent every single one of his siblings and Aunt Muriel out to look for them. She looks perfect. How can she not know? “Dance with me.”

“Here?” she almost giggled. Hermione almost giggled..!

“Yeah,” he nodded his head towards the tent, feeling encouraged by her reaction, “I love this song.” He extended his hand.

She smiled at him shyly from beneath her lashes, dropped the heels she was holding in one hand and bypassed his extended arm to lay her head on his chest. 

His breath caught. What the bleedin’ell was she trying to do? kill him?

“I love this… song too.”

Ron swallowed hard and wrapped his arms around her waist. They’d been dancing together all night, but this time it was different. Familiar and yet completely new. Intense. It felt, somehow more; dancing in the dark, barefoot on the grass, with her between his arms.

They swayed together, the soft melody of a song in the distance floating in the air around them.

Life was about to change, it was going to be them against the odds. He should be terrified, but Hermione was the strongest woman he knew and Ron finally knew what he wanted. What he needed. The girl in his arms, and he was not going to give her up. They’d be alright this time.

Ron stilled and looked down, Hermione’s eyes were closed but her face was upturned towards his and there was a smile on her lips. He whispered beneath his breath, “darling, you look perfect.”

Her eyes flashed open and his heart pounded in his chest. Had he said that outloud?

Her smiled widened and she raised up on her toes, her face inches from his. He saw his future in those eyes. He lowered his lips towards hers….

CRACK! The sound of someone apparating nearby startled them apart.

“Oi!!! Ronnikins! ‘Ermione!” the sound of Fred’s voice echoed from across the field, “Are you out here? Mum’s gonna go spare if I don’t get you two back before they start the next round of toasts.”

Ron took Hermione’s hand and smiled a bit apologetically, but this time he had the confidence to lace their fingers himself. Someday… someday soon.

robert was literally clinging to aaron???? his head was on his shoulder and he was holding his arm like he thought aaron was going to run away, because he’s so used to not being forgiven, to being left. he was clinging to him so hard goddamnit this boy

Imagine- Egos

If the egos decided to race each other. 

The Google Bois would all be in this high tech sports car. Blue would be driving, while Green and Yellow hack the stoplights and give him the fastest route. Red is there to sabotage the others. 

Willford in a surprisingly fast mini van. He drives like a maniac while Yanderiplier uses weapons stored in the trunk. 

King would be jumping from tree to tree. You can see glimpses of his cape in the trees by the racing road. He’s surprisingly nimble and all of his squirrels are following their King. 

Ed would be on an old fashioned motorcycle that breaks down halfway through. Wilford picks him up through and they continued the race. Wilford now has two egos shooting guns at the others for him.

Dark would be on a badass looking motorcycle. Edgelord’s motorcycle would be all black (including the helmet) and would have spikes to use in sabotaging others. Google Yellow threw white paint onto his motorcycle and he stopped in order to have a temper tantrum.

Silver would be clinging on the back of the Google’s car for dear life. Red finds him and knocks him off. He ends up splatting on Wilford’s windshield.

Bim and Host didn’t race. They were walking on the side of the road together. All of the sudden Bim’s reality powers decide to eXPLODE right then and there. They whip past the other’s screaming at the top of their lungs. 

12x19 Coda: Come Back to Me

Destiel 12x19 Coda.  Shockingly, it does not include the mixtape, but there’s a healthy dose of angst for you.

Dean wakes up aching.

And not just because Cas had healed his broken wrist but not the pain from being literally ground into the gravel. The ache is in his chest, and it spreads through every cell, every atom.  If anyone else told him that, he’d shrug it off as melodramatic.  But right now?

“Dean?”

Beside him, Sam stirs.  After noticing that Dean hasn’t moved, never mind the fact that he’s just broken a bench with the force of his body, he scrambles to a half crouch to look over him.

“I’m fine.”

Gruffly, he pushes off the helping hand and gets to his feet, ignoring the pulsing headache growing behind his left eye.  He hates getting mojo-ed.

“He’s gone,” Sam says, utterly needlessly.

There are little bits of gravel clinging to the indents in his palms.  Dean wipes them away on his jeans.

“I can’t believe he just—” Sam starts.

“I can.”

The worst part of all of this is that Dean remembers that look.  Remembers the calm, cool certainty in Cas’s eyes when they’d first met.  Dean remembers a chiseled piece of granite with ice chip eyes.  And he’s nothing like the Cas that Dean knows.  The Cas that Dean—

“We have to find him,” Sam says, thankfully breaking off that train of thought before Dean can finish it.

“He doesn’t want to be found.”

The words come out harsher than Dean had anticipated.  His hand flex at his sides a few times before clenching entirely.  Sam looks mildly alarmed, but Dean plows on anyway.

“He just hit the frigging reset button, Sam.  He powered up and he—he lost something along the way.”

Because that hadn’t been Cas looking back at him.  Not the Cas that texted long strings of emojis and called Hot Topic ‘the Hot Topical’ and ate every burger Dean ever made for him without complaint even though he could only taste molecules.  That right there was Castiel, and Dean’s scared.

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Love Story Preference: Peter Pevensie

Originally posted by pevensiebrothers

  • The first time he notices with you is when you stand up to bullies
  • Everybody remarking on how you make a cute couple even though you two insist you’re “just friends”
    • Edmund always teasing the two of you
    • Susan always leaving the two of you alone
      • And bugging Peter about asking you out
    • Lucy making innocent (and later not-so-innocent) remarks about how cool you are, if you and Peter would ever get married, etc.
    • He tells them to shut up but they don’t listen. 
  • Separating when the Pevensies go to the Professor’s house
    •  When you see each other again, he gives you a tight, big hug as if he hasn’t seen you in years.
  • Always trying to stop him from fighting.
    • You guys always end up arguing because of that
    • Especially when you get hurt
    • “When will you stop getting into fights?!” “When you stop starting them!”
  • Going to Narnia for the first time when they’re called back a second time.
    • Him telling you about when he was in Narnia the first time
      • Taking his hand to comfort him when you see the pain in his eyes
      • Especially after the Narnian raid and the White Witch incident
      • Holding him in your arms when the pain becomes too much for him to bear that he cries
    • Giving him a good luck kiss before he faces Miraz
      • “It’s about bloody time!” “Shut up Ed!”
    • Fighting side by side with him in the final battle
  • Being his anchor when he goes back to Earth
  • Getting engaged to each other 3 years after his return
  • Taking that fateful train ride with him
    • You cling to each other as you brace for impact
  • Getting married in Aslan’s Country
    • Lucy is your maid of honor, Edmund’s Peter’s best man
    • When Peter sees you, he thinks that you’re more radiant than he thought possible  
    • You give him a shy smile when you approach the altar
    • Aslan presides over the marriage
    • YOU TWO ARE FOREVER!!!!

anonymous asked:

what makes you say robert is the little spoon? I always would have said it was the other way around 🤔

ANON. anon, the #truest fact i know is that robert j sugden is the little spoon. sure, aaron loves a good cuddle, they switch it up, yadda yadda, but robbo is the little spoon.

why u ask? arms. have you looked at aaron’s arms? who wouldn’t want to be scooped up in those arms and spooned by them. 10/10, robert would highly recommend. 

plus like. robert is so?? soft?? with aaron?? you just know aaron is the one person he lets himself be completely vulnerable with, and so he’s happy to just let aaron put his arms around him and cuddle him close. 

like aaron just enjoys being able to hold robert close and be all protective of his snarky arsehole of a husband and also robert is sometimes very clingy and often just buries his entire face in aarons chest and clings to him like an octopus and aaron enjoys it very much

And Then Some (Jensen X Reader one-shot)

Originally posted by queenofhelldarlin

Song Prompt: Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran

Warnings: Fluff, angst (kind of) to further fluff-ify said fluff, and an obnoxious amount of crying because that is how I would react to Jensen.

A/N: Mkay, I wrote this for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing’s Kari’s favorite things challenge! Thank you for letting me participate, congrats on the milestone! I hope you enjoy it!

Additional tags: @the-killer-ballerina @death2thevirgin

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“Today is going to be a good day. Today is going to be special. You are going to enjoy this day. It’s your birthday.”

Birthdays had always been a big deal for you growing up. Your mom would always make you the best birthday cake she could manage, you would have a special family outing if it was on a weekend, and you got whatever present your family could afford. You didn’t much care what it was, but they did and you always appreciated it more than words could say. One year, it was a Queen concert. Another, it was a Captain America comic book. All years, though, were special, and it came as a big shock your first year in college when you found that none of your friends really cared.

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(Love Is Just) The Tip of the Iceberg

Chapter 2: A Warming Up Period

“It can wait until the morning, you’re staying here.”

Oswald’s assessment of Edward may have been a tad pessimistic. Edward is remembering, and it’s not pleasant.


Things start to turn around here, and Oswald begins to reap the benefits of his honestly. Still no beta. Warnings in this chapter for night terrors, vomiting, and discussion of child abuse (physical and emotional). 4k. SFW. Whole work will be 23k and NSFW. Chapter 2/6.


He plans to pull an all-nighter, or at least however long it would be until Edward woke. Edward normally slept little, or at least he had in the time Oswald had known him, and he had technically been sleeping for quite some time. Oswald wasn’t sure what stage, something about delta waves… it wasn’t his area of expertise. All he’s certain of is that he is going to spend the night with a good book and a handgun on the pillow next to him. He settles in, stripping to his underwear. He retrieves a robe from the bathroom to have close at hand, and gets into bed. Now all he must do is call Ivy.

“Hello!” Ivy calls down the line, “How’d it go?”

“He didn’t try to kill me,” Oswald says, “So that’s something. Where’s Harley?”

“Late night roller-derby, she likes it better because of the lights,” Ivy says. “Did you need her?”

“No, just wondering.” A small blessing. He didn’t want anyone knowing what state Edward was in unless they absolutely had to. That included Victor (seeing as it was his experiment, after all) and Ivy (because he trusted her and could talk to her about things Victor would not be able to handle delicately).

“I told him everything, Ivy.” There’s a prolonged silence, and then—

“So… you lied?” Oswald makes an indignant noise.

“No! I told him what happened and he needed to sleep on it, that’s all.”

“So, I should definitely come over,” she says, a knife’s edge of danger in her tone.

“That won’t be necessary, Ivy. He’s weak and unarmed. Edward has no allies, no resources, and nowhere to go. He’s every bit as trapped as he used to be,” Oswald tells her. Well, unless Edward decided to depart peacefully. In which case, he intends to give Edward a small loan to get him started. He’d get eaten alive on the street. Too pretty.

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anonymous asked:

This is the longest long shot I've ever made but what if ed contacted fish, because ed knows Tabitha wants him dead. So when he asked Oswald to call him tall bea*cough* the riddler, he was stalling until she got there. The hope I'm clinging on to is every time ed has had a chance to kill Oswald he hasn't for some reason or another. Idk I'm way too hopeful but when was that ever a bad thing (((also you're amazing thank you for doing the streams) x

I was also just thinking about this, honestly. It would make sense for the lack of scenes between them all, and it definitely falls in line with Ed’s whole ‘the people had to believe it’ with Ivy apparently not in on the plan?

“the search for the antidote continues, as Fish Mooney, The Riddler and Penguin reveal plans of their own” the way it’s phrased makes it seem like this partnership has already been established. 

& you’re right. Ed had two opportunities to put another bullet in Oswald… and he didn’t? Like, what is the point of keeping Oswald alive unless A, they have a plan or B, he legit just can’t do it now and I’m down with either option.

IDK, wishful thinking but I hope this is the case. Regardless they will team up in the finale and that’s kind of all I want.

You’re most certainly welcome!

beyond repair

read on ao3

summary: robert reaches breaking point

based on a conversation with @sapphicsugden

content warnings: depression, implied accidental self-harm, disordered eating

Three weeks after Robert goes missing, Victoria finds him asleep in the back of his car, parked up on a verge just outside of Hotten. She just happens to be passing on her way back from a wedding reception. The van smells like cold hot dogs and she has the windows down to expel the smell. The stench will cling to her clothes and hair even after washing, so the smell of manure smeared fields is a welcome reprieve. She’s singing along to an Ed Sheeran song when she sees the car. She quietens immediately. The music seems to shoot up in volume as she tries to work out what this could mean.  

The van pulls up onto the verge with a shudder. Something in the back falls to the floor and shatters, but Victoria doesn’t go back to assess the damage. She shuts off the engine and opens the door, hopping down onto the soft grass. It’s a humid day. The grey clouds lie across the sky like a duvet and the air is a jumper that can’t be removed. Despite the heat, the windows in Robert’s car are opaque with condensation. Victoria’s mind begins to spin. A disaster movie plays on the backs of her eyelids and she wonders what she could find in that car. Unable to stand the apprehension any longer, she surges forward, quickly closing the distance between the van and the car. She pulls down the sleeve of her long-sleeved t-shirt over her hand and scrubs at the back window. Much to her frustration, this does nothing; the condensation is on the inside. Steeling herself for the worst, she takes a deep breath and raps a fist against the glass.

‘Robert?’

When no response comes, she knocks again. Harder this time. So hard that her knuckles glow red and sing with pain.

‘Robert!’

She keeps knocking, fighting against the urge to dislodge a brick from a crumbling wall nearby and put it through the window. She can hear herself shouting, her voice taking on panicked edge that she hardly recognises. She’s being ridiculous. Robert isn’t an old dog, he wouldn’t just slip away quietly to-

The lock clicks.

Victoria grabs the handle and wrenches the door open with such force that she almost knocks herself backwards. The smell of whisky and body odour rolls over her in a wave. Robert lies on his side, curled up on the rear seats with his face pressed into the backrest. Victoria stands over her brother, staring, trying make sense of what she’s seeing. It is Robert, she’s sure of it, but at the same time it’s barely him. His usually immaculate hair is matted against his skull and his cheeks are shadowed with blonde stubble. Robert is the kind of person that takes up space, who walks into a room and occupies every corner. This Robert isn’t him. This Robert is small.

Swallowing through the tightness in her throat, Victoria crouches down next to the car, placing a hand on her brother’s shoulder. He doesn’t so much as flinch.

‘Robert? It’s me. Are you okay?’  

He clearly isn’t, but what else can she ask?

‘Can you sit up, Robert?’

It takes a moment, but he does. The more he uncurls himself, the more apparent it is that something is very wrong. His face his drawn; his cheekbones hollowed out and his eyes sunken back into his skull. There’s blood on the collar of his shirt, purple against the blue material, and more unidentifiable stains down his front. Victoria clamps her hands over her mouth, breathing through her fingers and doing her best to fight back tears.

‘Oh God, Robert, what happened?


Robert doesn’t speak. While Victoria gets him something to eat, he watches the rain slide down the window pane, turning the village outside into a smeared canvas. He nibbles on the skin at the tip of his thumb, his nails bitten back to almost non-existent bloody slithers. Victoria watches him from the kitchen while she waits for the kettle to boil. She’s tried talking to him. All the way back she’d bombarded him with questions. Where had he been? Why hadn’t he called? Why was he living in his car? But he didn’t answer, just watched the world speed past the window of the van.  

As Victoria pours the tea she looks at the family photo that sits on the windowsill. Five smiling faces trapped behind a layer of glass. Her dad and her mum and her two brothers and her. Seeing them all together like that feels like the most impossible miracle. Victoria sees families all the time. Sees them sat together in the pub or walking to the shops. She wishes that she didn’t hate them, but it’s hard to look up into the lush branches of a great oak when her own family tree is withering. She tries to keep it alive, but no matter how often she waters the gnarled roots it keeps dying.

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you were an angel in the shape of my mum

Imagine Steve listening to Supermarket Flowers by Ed Sheeran and thinking of his mum. He’s crying and curled up in a ball. It’s been years and he’s finally processing the fact that he’s never going to see any of his friends from that time again. His mother’s gone. Howard, Peggy, the Commandos. They’re all gone. And he’s just so upset. 

Bucky finds him like that and immediately sees red. Thinks someone’s hurt him but when he sees what Steve’s playing on his phone, he just hugs Steve and pulls him closer, whispering endearments. Steve takes the headphones out and clings onto Bucky, he’s shaking. 

“I’m here, sweetheart,” Bucky whispers, “I’m here, baby doll. I got you, oh, I got you baby.” 

And Steve just falls apart. But it’s okay. Because he has Bucky and Bucky will always be there to pick him up.