and he's really important here

Sincerely, Me

Evan: In an email I received from you two weeks ago I noticed a comma in the middle of a phrase

Evan: It changed the meaning. Did you intend this? One key and you’ve consumed my waking days.

Evan: It says “Dear Evan Hansen,”

Evan: With a comma after dear

Evan: You’ve written “Dear, Evan Hansen”

I will never be over the way their conflict in this episode was resolved…

Mon-El straight up said that he was an ass and admitted that she was right and he was wrong without any prompting whatsoever. And conceded that her way of handling things was better and more effective. Plus, Rather than being upset or angry that she stepped on his heart and tricked him, he’s impressed. (all while having just been supposedly rejected by her)

One of my favorite things about him is that - even if it takes him a minute sometimes - he’s always cool with accepting his mistakes and faults and admitting when he’s wrong. He knew he had screwed up and that she had every right to be mad at him so he didn’t try to push her to forgive him or anything like that. He was there to apologize and tell her that he saw his mistakes, he saw the position he had put her in and he knew that it wasn’t right for him to do that.

Honestly, I don’t want a perfect character that never makes mistakes. I want a flawed character who can own up to it when they see where they have faltered. A character who listens to the people around them and doesn’t write off what they say for the sake of what they want. Like I said - it may take him a minute but he always gets there.

Also him acknowledging that things were easier when he was an asshat was actually a good thing. Because it’s him pointing out that he doesn’t see things or feel the same way about things as he did before.


Just found this interesting and perhaps relevant… ;)

so, this is interesting.

chairman han sees his second wife as jumin’s mother. hence him calling his second wife “your mother” when speaking to jumin.

meanwhile, jumin makes sure to stress that she isn’t his biological mother, and uses the term ‘stepmother’ instead. he does this in the chat too, on the very, very rare occasion that she’s mentioned.

jumin doesn’t seem to have any relationship with his biological mother, considering that’s what he calls her, and he speaks about her so little that some people assume she’s dead. there’s a disconnect there, so it’s doubtful that jumin resents his stepmother for not being his ‘real mom’. nope, it’s just ‘stepmother’, and sometimes he distances himself from her even further.

so he’s consistent, right? it’s only ever his father who says she’s his mother, and he never thinks of her like that at all. case closed.

except there’s this

this is his stepmother talking during a nightmare/flashback that jumin’s having. he is labeling her as ‘mother’, even though we saw him actively avoiding that term the previous night.

not to mention that she’s encouraging him to call her by her first name while she’s hitting on him. it may not be the first time something’s happened, and it’s not a good sign that he won’t make eye contact with her, and, well…

his usual refusal to call her 'mother’ makes sense. Her presence seems to trigger some sort of negative reaction, and he’s trying to distance himself. but why label her as 'mother’ during that scene? is it because chairman han repeatedly referred to her as ‘your mother’ before that he has that nightmare/flashback? did he actually call her mother for a while? is it to hammer in that this woman is the closest thing to a mother figure that jumin has?

this may not be an anomaly. there’s at least one other moment when we hear him say 'mother’.

this is probably his stepmother again, considering how he calls her that in the earlier scene, his father thinks of her as jumin’s mother, and that unlike his biological mom, we do see his stepmother reveal her emotions to him. so if we already know her as his stepmother, why the sudden change? just how complicated was his family life growing up? what is happening, cheritz?

jumin, please, i know you don’t like to think about the past, but i have so many questions.

Please do not forget that Yuzuru Hanyu is an actual, real person who deserves to be seen as such and not just as a reference to your favourite anime, especially now after he won the world cup for the second time. This goes for every other figure skater too btw. It’s okay if Yuri on Ice got you into figure skating or whatever, but Yuzuru Hanyu is not Yuri and he should be known and appreciated for the fact that he is an outstanding figure skater and not for the comments on his performances saying that he is definately Yuri. Thank you.


In this dark time of art block, I bring you…

Baby Reigen

Not even ageswap, just for whatever reason/by some accident he’s a little kid for awhile. Yeah. More to come probably.

Today Morning

Originally posted by katherine8595

Reader x Jongin

EXODUS, College AU; A sleepy Jongin suddenly and accidentally exposes his power to you one late night.

First installment of Nikah, @lovesehunright and I’s college au series!

Jongin’s voice is low and childlike as he whines out his protests at your stubborn self. “Y/N, really, I’m walking you home.” He huffs, watching with ‘cold’ eyes while you step into your worn down tennis shoes and grab for your jacket which- a sigh- was to be found in his stubbornly raised hand. 

“Jongin, please.” You pout, reaching for your jacket with another sigh and a reassuring statement, that no, he didn’t need to walk you home, just over campus, this late. It wasn’t that late, anyways. 

Your jacket is lighter than expected, and you hurry it over your shoulder before placing your arms through the arms of the fluffy jacket. There is only a single light illuminating Jongin’s small dorm room, casting a yellow light over the strewn out empty bags of candies and soda bottles. His bed is messy and unmade after the two of you had spent your whole Sunday night up into it, watching all your favorite movies. 

A few hours earlier, Jongin had called you up and told you that his roommate was out for the night, begging you to come over. And so you did, and now you were as tired as ever, stifling yawn after yawn and stretching out your stiff legs by his door. 

“It is that late, actually.” Jongin says dumbly. “It’s almost one in the morning, you do realize we watched like four movies. That’s like- what, 1,5 hours times four?” 

A third sigh - one that transitioned into a jaw-ripping yawn. “Don’t even start, Jongin, seriously. I have math class at nine tomorrow morning.” 

“Today morning.” 

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About a Girl [3]

Originally posted by jinkooks

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Final / Epilogue

The disappointment

You had been working for Mr. Kim for nearly two months now, and things had gone pretty smoothly. You and Jangmi had bonded rather quickly. It made the job much easier. The one thing that didn’t make it easier was Mr. Kims absence. Jangmi would often ask about him, but you were never really sure how to answer. Most of the time you’d change the subject.

Jangmi squirmed as you pinned the last flower onto her dress for her school play tomorrow night. “Jangmi, you need to stay still. You don’t want me to accidentally prick you, do you?”

“No,” she muttered. “I just wanna see the dress!”

You gave her a warm smile. “Be patient, I’m almost finished.” You put the final stitch in, feeling relieved that you had finally finished. You sat back to admire your handy work. “Alright, we’re all done.”

Jangmi jumped down from the stool that she had been standing on, running to the full length mirror. She squealed in excitement at her reflection. She twirled in her dress. “Miss Y/LN, it’s perfect!” She rushed back to you, wrapping her arms around your waist. “Thank you so much.”

You gave her a pat on her head, “Anytime. Now, why don’t you go change into your pjs while I clean up. Alright?”

Jangmi skipped off to the bathroom as you cleaned up the mess that you had  made. Various pieces of cloth had been scattered across the room, it was your job to gather it all up. “Looks like a hurricane came through here,” a deep voice spoke.

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anonymous asked:

Uh, any chance I could request for a continuation of my previous EraserMight parent-teacher prompt? I really liked it and your writing style <3

Of course you may!  ^_^  I’m glad you liked it that much!!  This will take place… some time after that first meeting, probably at least a couple of weeks.  As an aside, Izuku and co. are in about third grade, give or take.

Shouta considered the different cereals with disinterest.  They all tasted about the same (bland), but he never had time to cook breakfast in the morning anymore, so he supposed he’d just have to deal with it for now.

He was still considering which one to settle for when a cart barreled past him, laughter ringing out from behind the broad shouldered man driving it.  Familiar laughter, and familiar shoulders.

“Izuku?  Mr. Yagi?” he asked.  Yagi spun the cart around with expert control, Izuku still laughing wildly in the basket, small hands clinging to the front.

“Mr. Aizawa,” he cried, waving enthusiastically.  Yagi obediently trotted the cart back down the aisle, grinning sheepishly.

“Hello, Mr. Aizawa.  What a surprise, running into you here!”

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Dammit, this is lame.

So it’s all over now?

You and me… Ending up so differently, when we have the same power…

Why do you think that is?

Dan’s liveshow

So basically all that I gathered from the liveshow was that Dan loves Phil’s freckles (who doesn’t), he was prepared to go through a hellish experience to vacation with Phil and his family, and that he had a lot of work but decided that spending time with Phil was more important. So basically, he just really loves Phil. Nothing new here, move along.


Vikings x Peaky Blinders Modern AU

You quickly fell into a habit when it came to work. Alfie would arrive at your door in his town car, your breakfast order waiting for you in between your seats and you would go over the business of the day.

By the end of the month he’d bought you an actual diary as well as a new phone that was programmed with only Ollie’s number. According to him it was thanks to your efficiency that he’d made a deal with two brothers, Harald and Halfdan, doubling his income which he rewarded with a large raise.

He’d also seems to have decided to somewhat take you under his wing, occasionally testing you, talking over theories and options when he received information.

“Right then business as usual.” Alfie called as he got out of the car, chuckling when you rummaged through your bag, bending as you tried to reach the bottom.

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Give Me Love, 8

Throne Of Glass High School AU

** Sorry if Rowan (or any character for that matter) seems a bit OOC. But remember, they aren’t hundreds of years old, or have magic, or kings and queens here. So, Rowan is more like 17 year old Rowan instead of 300 year old Rowan.

Summary: He thinks she wants nothing to do with him. She thinks he can’t remember her. Aelin and Rowan were friends once upon a time. But high school drove them apart. However, one night - one party - is about to change not only their lives, but the lives of their friend as well.

Chapters: XXX


Thursday Evening:

Rowan honestly didn’t think twice when he heard a knock on his front door just after supper. He simply sat in his room at his desk, working away on some bio homework. Both his mother and father were currently in the living room, so he knew one of them would answer it.

He was slightly taken back, however, when his mother called out for him.

Confused, Rowan stood up and made his way out of his room. It wasn’t like one of the guys to just show up like this. Normally he would get a text first. Unless this was something really important.

“Someone’s here for you.” His mother said as Rowan started walking down the stairs. There was a twinkle in her green eyes as she smiled at him. The look on her face, it only furthered Rowan’s confusion as he raised an eyebrow.

As he walked towards the door, his mother gave him a small pat on the back before she returned to the living room.

Rowan watched his mother leave for a moment before making his way towards the front door.

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justalittlemeenah  asked:

Reaper, 76, Hanzo, Mccree and Junkrat coming home after a long day and laying down on their s/o's lap and their s/o sings them a lullaby to calm them down? (*´∇`*)

This one just inspired me tonight for whatever reason. Here ya go! From one singer to another.~ (*・∀-)☆


  • I can’t really see him laying his head in your lap, sorry to say. But he does sit with you if asked, of course. Honestly you’re the one who’s gotta initiate the snuggles; he’s a grump. So just wrap an arm over him and let his head rest on your shoulder. He doesn’t protest.
  • You can sing, but bonus point for Spanish music or old folk songs! They remind him of better days. It makes him sigh against your shoulder and release a lot of the tension he’s holding. Aka actually relaxing against you
  • Gabe obviously trusts you; that much is a given. And while you get a little grunt from him when you take off his mask and pull back his hood, he still lets you. You start running your hands through his curls as you sing. “…Thank you, cariño.” He kisses your shoulder in appreciation.

Soldier 76:

  • “Really, Y/N?” He feels like he’s too old for something like this. But admittedly, your lap does look really comfortable… “Yes, really.” Aaaaand your little giggle has sealed the deal his head is in your lap yup mhmm.
  • He already takes his visor off when it’s just you and him, so you’re good on that front. You start running your hand through his silver hair as you sing. He’s not picky about what exactly you sing. It’s easy to see he’s enjoying himself.
  • Jack thoroughly enjoys this moment, and closes his eyes with a smile. You finish your song and he opens his baby blues to reach a hand up to caress your cheek. Words aren’t needed; the way he’s looking at you tells you all you need to know.


  • He isn’t one for the head in the lap thing. Just isn’t his style, really. But he has no problem with you sitting behind him and braiding his hair n such.
  • You start singing and ohhh my gosh. You playing with his hair feels amazing and already relaxing enough but now you’re singing him a lullaby?? You’re too sweet.
  • Bullet one was a lie; once you have him in this state, he is all yours. Just scoot backwards a little and offer your lap as a pillow again. He accepts your offer this time. Rather than lay from the side, though, he stays in front. That just gives you the irresistible urge to kiss his nose. That earns you a warm smile and a chuckle from the archer.


  • “Ya don’t have to ask me twice!” Jesse is all over the idea of laying in your lap. And your heavenly voice to boot? Haha YES. He doesn’t even mind when you steal his hat for yourself when he comes over.
  • You give him a tip of his hat and wink before you start. He chuckles at you, but quickly quiets himself so he can listen to you. He closes his eyes, sighing contentedly and nuzzling closer to your body.
  • “Hey, darlin?” You pause for a moment and make a “?” noise at him, which of course is fucking adorable. He leans up to kiss you, and when he pulls away he sits up fully. One hand cups your cheek, followed by as many slow kisses as he can get.


  • “What’s this about, Y/N/N?” (that means nickname fyi) He’s kinda confused why you want to sing to him. Surviving the attack on the omnium core likely changed his life to one not involving any rest or music. He’s been without it so long that it doesn’t really seem important.
  • “You’ll like it. Come here.” He isn’t complaining about being invited to lay in your lap, that’s for sure. So he obliges your request, scattering a little layer of soot around you as he does so.
  • The minute you sing the first note, his doubt is obliterated. Gone. Done. He smiles widely up at you, amazed. “You never told me you had a set of pipes on ya, Y/N!” He sits up excitedly, energetic as usual. Your faces are very close together at this point, so he decide to give you a peck on the lips. “Next time can I choose the song?” You laugh and say yes; who could say no to that face?