and i had never seen this movie until now

Despicable Me is so important

if you follow my blog at all you’ll know that I absolutely fucking love Despicable Me. Like… LOVE. It’s one of my favorite movies of all time. The writing, the comedy, the timing, the animation; it’s all incredibly well put together. 

In fact, I’m a fan of Illumination Studios in general. 

Granted, I’m not a fan of their movies. 

LE GASP you say. How can you be a fan of a studio but not all their movies

Becuase, dear reader, their movies lack a lot of things. And, for the most part, many of their movies aren’t really displays of “We Do What We Want”. They’re more “We Do What the Audience Wants.” Which… sort of makes sense. They’re a new studio. They don’t have the funds to really take huge risks yet. But god, their audience-pleasing choices can be so…. 

Originally posted by gif-007

Like remember that time a few people stood up and said “hey those Minions were sort of cool”

and Illumination Studios said 


Originally posted by minionnation

And brought us one of the most annoying things to grace this planet. 

Goddamit Illumination. 

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lovely-lo  asked:

¡Buenos días!/¡Buenas noshes! (No sé cómo está el tiempo en México) Yo tengo problema con la diferencia entre el Pretérito Indefinido, el Pretérito Imperfecto y el Pretérito Perfecto. ¿Puede explicar me? ¡Muchas gracias para la atención!✨

¡Hola, lovely-lo!

Sure, let’s see one by one and the differences:

Used for:

  • finished actions (focus on the action)
  • period of time, exact time
  • consecutive actions in the past
  • interrupting actions


  • Anoche dormí muy bien. (Last night I slept really good).
    **This action is completely finished.
  • Terminé mi tarea a las 7:00. (I finished my homework at 7:00)
    **Completely finished + exact time.
  • Viví en la ciudad por 10 años. (I lived in the city for 10 years)
    **Finished action + period of time.
  • Mi amiga estudió en España. (My friend studied in Spain)
    **She finished studying.
  • Él trabajó en esa empresa desde 1990 hasta el 2015. (He worked in that company from 1990 until 2015.
    **Finished action + exact period of time
  • Ayer me bañé, me vestí y salí con mis amigos. (Yesterday I took a shower, I got dressed and I went out with my friends).
    **Consecutive actions in the past.
  • La semana pasada fui a la playa con mi familia, nadamos, comimos mariscos y nos divertimos mucho. (Last week I went to the beach with my family, we swam, we ate seafood and we had fun).
    **Consecutive actions in the past. (For “nosotros”, the present and the past conjugations are the same).
  • Ayer me desperté a las 8:00, pero me levanté hasta las 9:00. (Yesterday I woke up at 8:00, but I got up until 9:00).
    **Consecutive actions in the past + exact time.

interrupting actions with pretérito imperfecto. ⇊

Used for:

  • past habits, skills
  • finished actions (focus on time)
  • describing people, animals or places in the past
  • time with past habits
  • unfinished actions


  • Cuando era niña me gustaba pintar. (When I was a kid I liked to paint).
    **Describing the person + past habit.
  • Antes podía correr muy rápido, pero ahora ya no. (I used to run very fast, but not anymore).
    **Past skill.
  • Mi abuela era una mujer muy guapa. (My grandmother was a very beautiful woman).
    **Describing a person.
  • El parque estaba muy limpio, hacía buen tiempo y habían muchos animales pequeños que comían frutas de los árboles. (The park was very clean, the weather was good and there were many small animals that were eating fruits from the trees).
    **Describing a place, weather, animals.

We can also use [imperfecto] + [period of time] if we are talking about past habits.

  • Iba a la escuela de lunes a viernes. (I used to go to school from Monday to Friday)
    **Past habit + period of time
  • Antes practicaba 3 horas al día. (I used to practice 3 hours a day)
    **Past habit + exact time
  • Visitaba a mis abuelos todos los veranos. (I used to visit my grandparents every Summer).
    **Past habit + time/season


  • Vivía en la ciudad por 10 años. (X)
  • Él trabajaba en esa empresa desde 1990 hasta el 2015. (X)

Unfinished actions: [pretérito imperfecto] + [pretérito indefinido]

We use the pretérito imperfecto to talk about the unfinished action.
We use the pretérito indefinido to talk about the action that interrupted the first one.

  • Estaba caminando por la calle cuando comenzó a llover. (I was walking down the street when it started to rain)
    estaba: imperfecto
    comenzó: indefinido

  • Estaba viendo una película pero me quedé dormido. (I was watching a movie but I fell asleep)
    estaba: imperfecto
    me quedé: indefinido **quedarse dormido: to fall asleep

  • Antes trabajaba en esa tienda pero encontré un trabajo mejor. (I used to work in that store but I found a better job).
    trabajaba: imperfecto
    encontré: indefinido

  • Antes sabía muchas palabras en español pero ya olvidé muchas. (I used to know many words in Spanish but I forgot many of them).
    sabía: imperfecto
    olvidé: indefinido

[pretérito indefinido] + [pretérito imperfecto]

Past action + describing in the past

  • Fui a tu casa pero no estabas. (I went to your house but you were not there)
  • Fui al banco pero estaba cerrado. (I went to the bank but it was closed).
  • Compré esta bolsa cuando estaba en oferta. (I bought this bag when it was on sale).
  • Llegué temprano pero no había nadie. (I arrived early but there was nobody there).

pretérito indefinido =  (focus on the action)
pretérito imperfecto = (focus on time)

  • ¿Qué hiciste? - What did you do? (focus on the action)
  • ¿Qué hacías? - What did you do? (focus on time)

Another way to translate these questions:

  • ¿Qué hiciste? - What have you done?
  • ¿Qué hacías? - What were you doing?
    *The first question focus on what you did, and the second one focus on how you spent your time.

  • Vi una película. - I watched a movie. (focus on the action)
  • Veía una película. - I watched a movie (focus on time)
    *The second sentence can be translate as “I was watching a movie”

estuve vs. estaba (estar)

Estuve and estaba can be interchangeable many times, for example:

Él estuvo trabajando. - He was working (focus on the action)
Él estaba trabajando. -  He was working (focus on time)
These two sentences have almost the same meaning. “Estuve trabajando” emphasizes
what he was doing, and “estaba trabajando” emphasizes how he was spending his time.

Estuve muy ocupada. - I was very busy. (focus on the adjective “ocupada”)
Estaba muy ocupada. - I was very busy (focus on time)
These two sentences are also very similar. But “estuve muy ocupada” emphasizes the fact of being busy and “estaba muy ocupada” emphasizes the time when she was busy.

Most of the times people don’t see these subtle differences, so both sentences can be synonyms.

Just as one of our previous rules, we don’t use the imperfecto with exact time.

fue vs. era (ser)

This follows the same logic:

fue, pretérito indefinido =  (focus on the person)
era, pretérito imperfecto = (focus on time)

Whenever we read a biography of someone, we always see “fue” because the important thing is their profession. For example:

  • Octavio Paz fue un escritor. - Octavio Paz was a writer.
  • Marie Curie fue una científica. - Marie Curie was a scientist.
  • Galileo Galilei fue un astrónomo. - Galileo Galilei was an astronomer.

If we use “era” the sentence is correct, but it feels like it is minimizing the importance of their job.

But we can use “era” when the important thing is how people spent their time. For example:

  • Cuando Octavio Paz era niño vivía en los Estados Unidos. - When Octavio Paz was a child he lived in the United States.
  • Marie Curie trabajaba con su esposo. - Marie Curie worked with her husband.
  • Galileo Galilei tenía muchos enemigos. - Galileo Galilei had many enemies.

Used for:

  • Recent past (finished actions) connected to the present.
  • Experiences.


  • He comprado un carro nuevo. - I’ve bought a new car. (I bought a car recently and is still there).
  • He estudiado todas mis notas. - I’ve studied all my notes. (I studied all my notes that I have until now).
  • Él ha tenido tiempo suficiente para pensar. - He has had enough time to think. (until now)
  • Mi amiga me ha dado un regalo. - My friend has given me a present. (and I still have it here).
  • Hemos tenido un buen fin de semana. - We have had a nice weekend. (until now, until the last second).
  • He viajado a Perú muchas veces. - I’ve traveled to Perú many times.
  • He estado en Bolivia sólo una vez. - I’ve been to Bolivia just once.
  • Ella ha nadado con delfines. - She has swum with dolphins.
  • Él nunca ha bebido alcohol en su vida. - He has never drunk alcohol in his life.
  • ¿Has visto esta película? - Have you seen this movie?
  • ¿Has tocado a un elefante? - Have you touched an elephant?
  • ¿Alguna vez has pensado en casarte? - Have you ever thought about getting married?

[pretérito perfecto] + [time]

  • He estado trabajando todo el día. - I’ve been working all day.
  • He estado estudiando 2 horas al día. - I’ve been studying 2 hours a day.
  • He estado leyendo libros en español desde hace tres meses. - I’ve been reading books in Spanish since 3 months ago. 

I think that’s all. I tried to cover everything I could, but if you still have questions feel free to ask me again. :) 
I hope this was useful!

lazy days // jack maynard

summary: the buttercreams tease jack for being whipped. 

requested: yes thank you! 

“can you do a cute fluffy imagine where jack and the reader are having a lazy day and the buttercream join them and teased him about being in love” 

warnings: none I believe! 

pairing: jack maynard x reader

a/n: I’ve never seen the notebook so sorry if the timeline doesn’t really add up or I said something completely different to what happens in the movie but it was the first one that came to mind, sorry!

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“To Be or Not To Be”

characters: virgil, patton

pairings: none

warnings: alcohol mention; mentioned alcohol consumption; tipsy behavior (in beginning); implications of sexual activity (nothing explicit); self-deprecation; some swearing

College!AU where the sides all live together as students

Even after only two drinks, the stairs to their apartment were still proving difficult to teeter up. Virgil was thankful when he finally reached the top and could make his way down the hallway to his apartment.

Virgil hated parties; it was simply a fact. Still, he would sometimes let Roman drag him down the street to one, if it was following one of Roman’s performances, or if he didn’t have anything better to do. They were always close by, so he could walk home whenever he grew sick of the crowd and the ever-droning noise; the chill outside helped keep him thinking straight.

He pulled out his key as he approached the door of the space he shared with his friends. He’d have the place to himself for most of the night: Roman would stumble back just before dawn with his friends; Patton was on a date with somebody he’d met after one of his classes; and Logan was working, tutoring students at all hours of the night, teaching them to memorize physics equations and the periodic table while writing essays on those same subjects in what little free time he had.

The key scraped around the lock a few times before Virgil finally managed to slot it inside and turn it, clumsily falling against the door to push it open.

The lights were on. Virgil stopped himself just inside the apartment, grasping this fact and letting the importance of it slip away twice before understanding it.

He and Roman had been the last ones to leave. They had turned the lights off, hadn’t they?

Virgil ran through the mantra he talked himself through before he left to go anywhere. Take the keys from the bowl, check for your phone, shut the lights, lock the door.

He checked the time. Midnight. No one was supposed to be home yet. So how–?

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A Blue Hope

Sooooo I read a poem and was inspired to write a short (1,456 word) langsty fic. No ships, no deaths/injuries, just Lance and Blue doing some bonding. Hope you like it!!

The mission was simple enough, most intelligence missions went off without a hitch. It was almost routine at this point, Shiro, Hunk and Keith would catch a ride in the Green Lion, masked by its stealth capabilities. Allura and Coran would call shots from a secluded vantage point and Lance would use Blue to scan the base, giving a clear picture of what they were up against. It was kind of boring to Lance, really, he would sit and wait nearby looking for any fighters or any signs of oncoming trouble. Unless one of them was spotted, usually there wouldn’t be any.

Inside Blue he leaned back and closed his eyes, a soft robotic humm filled the cabin and he smiled. Blue was the best lion in Lance’s opinion, though he realized he might be a bit biased. She never failed to keep him cool in hot situations. If he was honest, Blue (and Yellow by extension) were the most vital part of Voltron. They literally lift the team up. But why him of all people? “Hey Blue,” Lance started “Why did you pick me over Keith?”

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A Cure For Each Other

- yo yo yo this is my first story whoop! sorry it has a few sad parts in it lol its all i could think of. i hope you all enjoy it and feel free to request a scenario w any of the svt members!!! ♡

-1559 words
-fluff with a hint of sadness


study! study! study! thats all i heard from everyone. from my parents who pressured me to be better than everyone else. from my teachers who labeled me as their star student. from my few friends who just wanted the best for me. it was all tiring though. i never had free time. i never had random friday night get togethers with someone. i was  always alone with silent tears and studying.

my current thoughts consumed my entire mind until the sound of the classroom door opening disrupted those oh so “pleasant” thoughts.

“Mr. Chwe. Late again I see. Must I have to call your parents?” asked Mrs. Smith with obvious annoyance lacing every word.

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gendryatrash  asked:

prompt for gendrya: 5 times Gendry saw Arya Stark truly smile

sorry for the wait!! but thank you so so so much for the prompt :)

two falling sparks, one willing fool (or 5 times Gendry sees Arya Smile)

Gendry had a theory.

While there were definitely other more important things that occupied his mind, and things that he spent his time thinking about, he swears that this was just something that would come and go.

The theory was: the only time Arya was really, truly, smiling was when she was unaware of it.

And it’s stupid, but the thought makes him smile himself and she’d probably kick his ass if she ever found out what goes around in his head but-

He can’t pinpoint exactly how or when, but there came a time where he had learned Arya. At least enough to know when she smiled for real. It was something that he took pride in; she was a fairly hard person to get a read on. Not that it was a conscious effort. No. Just something that he learned over time.

He could just tell a genuine smile from a false front.


The first time he sees her genuinely smile is when he meets her for the first time.

Stuck with Lommy and Hot Pie, taking heat for something he had nothing to do with, here he is, sentenced with scraping gum and other questionable sticky clumps off of the cafeterias chairs and tables.

Yoren, the history teacher, the only teacher in this high school that Gendry was confident didn’t totally hate teenagers (at least not yet), handed over buckets and what looked like butter knives to each of them, with a pair left for him.

For a second, he thought that his sympathy extended to actually helping them. It took him by surprise and he said so.

Me?” he laughed, as if the thought was so absurd. “That’s cute kid, but no. I’d never be able to stand again.”

Yoren leaves without saying who and leaves them to it.

Half an hour in, he thought whoever was supposed to be here would never show, but he hears her music before he even sees her because he recognizes it, and it’s that fucking loud, he wonders how she’s not deaf.

He’d known her from around. The hallways standing with a sophomore he thinks is named Micah, in the papers with the rest of her family when Governor Stark came into office, a few parties here and there, and he’s confident that even though she has no idea who he is, and not sure how and who added who, but they’re friends on Facebook.

Her clothes look expensive with the distinctive trademark fashion of the well-off. But she’s a walking contradiction with her old, worn out and ratty looking pair of Converse. She’s got this bored look on her face and yet, still doesn’t quite lose the aristocratic air that one’s born with the kind of family she’s from. So, sue him if he was 100% expecting her to bitch, whine and ditch.

But she surprises him by nodding to no one in particular, letting her messenger bag riddled with buttons that’s falling apart at the seams with a thud, grabs the bucket and knife, and goes to work.  

Lommy and Hot Pie are not so subtly speculating as to why she might be with them suffering the same sentence. From what he’s heard, it was the bloody nose she gave Joffrey. He can’t say that he blames her. It was about time someone decked that jackass. What amuses him is that while he was taller than Joffrey, she would had to have reached quite a bit to throw the punch.

He knows she can hear, but she stonily hacks away at a particularly stubborn piece of gum stuck to the chair, with a scabbed over white knuckled grip.

Hot Pie’s scratching against the chair so fast Gendry’s worried it might actually catch fire.

“Scrape, gently.”

He doesn’t even stop, in fact, if it’s even possible, he’s scratching at it even faster. “Didn’t ask”

“Yeah, well, tough shit, I didn’t ask to be here either .”

He hears her snort, and it’s so loud at first he thinks she sneezed. But, no, he turns to see that she’s grinning at the underside of a chair, and finds himself smirking too.


More often than not, it would be just the two of them at Motts. It started when he saw her walking home and asked if she wanted a ride at the last day of their community service and celebrate their freedom.

She put her feet on the dash and changed the radio station within seconds of getting in his truck, and all he could do was scoff fondly at Hot Pie and Lommys reaction. He’d have given them an earful had it been any of the two, but he couldn’t bring himself to tell her off and, well, he just knew.

From there, there was an effortlessness to the way they moved around each other. She took him completely by surprise at how much a part of his life she’d become. Gradually, it was her phone number in his phone saved as m’lady, both the jackets and hoodies she’d “borrow”, the distinct smell that would linger in his truck, the crap ton of selfies she’d leave on his phone, Nymeria’s fur everywhere in the upholstery despite that happening one time, and the inside jokes they shared. He was surprised how much he needed her and he hoped that she needed him the same way. He never thought he’d ever be this close to a girl, much less having a female best friend.

And he likes it.

Her presence.

When Hot Pie and Lommy were around, they’d go out, but he likes this especially. He likes the companionship of them working in silence. He’d disappeared under the truck that came in a week ago, tinkering around, and she’s on the patched up sofa they picked up off the sidewalk on a whim that now sits in the middle of the garage, sprawled out with her headphones she’d long abandoned, having the radio loud instead and textbooks scattered about her like she’d been there forever, like she belonged there. He made sure he always had something to do with his hands because it was getting harder and harder to be around her, and he knew what that meant, but-

He wasn’t going to be that guy.

Suddenly, he’s being pulled out from under and the smell of freshly baked bread hits him. Lommy and Arya are on the couch while he and Hot Pie are on the ground. He’d missed the joke that everyone was laughing at, but he smiles anyway when he sees her head thrown back with a smile, as she kicks Lommy off the couch. She might as well have kicked him in the gut with what it was doing to him.

He turns to see Hot Pie with an eyebrow raised at him and the smile on his face vanishes.


He’s on the roof, trying to climb in through her window and sees her with only the laptop light illuminating her face, and she’s smiling at something and…

… he falls with a thud that knocks the wind right out of him.

Seven hells, I haven’t done that since the 10th grade,” he groans, and she’s at his side in seconds where he’s on his back.

“Are you okay?” He hears her laugh, typical. Here he is physically injured and she’s laughing, but despite everything, he’s laughing too.

He’s trying to catch his breath. Somehow seeing her smile stretched out across her face, highlighted by the streetlight that would go out and come back on, with her hair tickling his cheeks doesn’t seem to be helping. He closes his eyes trying not to let her figure out what he’s thinking.

I’m royally fucked, that’s what

“Yeah, I’m fine. You don’t think they heard, do you?”

She scoffs as she takes her place on her bed. “You worry too much.”

Someone has to

He freezes in place because he didn’t think this part through. For a moment, he sees his life flash before his eyes when he remembers that she had 3 brothers that could kick his ass and one sister that would fucking murder him with a smile on her face if he so much as thought about Arya the wrong way.

Was he really going to sit next to her on her bed, behind her closed bedroom door, unsupervised, at night?

Yes. Yes he was.

An hour and a half later, Fezzik, Inigo, Princess Buttercup and Westley are riding off into the sunset and the credits roll. He found it strange that she’d never seen it before.

“Hot Pie is Fezzik, Lommy is Inigo, and you’re Princess Buttercup.”

“What, why do I have to be the princess?”

It was a sort of game they had, casting each other in roles of movies they watched.

He shrugs, “It just fits.”

“And, what, you’re Westley?” she snorts derisively, but double takes when she catches him staring at her.

He doesn’t realize until later what he’s just said. and he stutters under her own stare but has no time to backtrack until she says.

“Ha! Fuck that, you can be Princess Buttercup. I’m Inigo Montoya.”


She’s a junior now, and he’s surprised she’s stuck around. Not that he’s complaining. He’s really not. He was expecting her to ditch and move on without really saying anything after he graduated. But, she made it clear that she wasn’t going anywhere when she demanded that he, Hot Pie and Lommy suffer with her at Sansa’s 18th birthday party.

“She’s just turning 18. Honestly, I don’t see the big deal.” She says it like she’s dreading going, but he can tell how proud she is.

He looks around the room and while Lommy and Hot Pie are eating enough for a whole village, having no trouble whatsoever enjoying the party, but he just can’t find it in him to. His skin feels like it’s shrunk two size and maybe it’s paranoia, but the moment he’d arrived, he felt like very single pair of eyes were burning a hole on the back of his head. There’s no denying that it’s the nicest party he’s ever been to, and when she leaves his side to take pictures he’s never felt more out of place.  But the party fades around him and he can only focus on one thing.

She’s standing there with the rest of her family.

Governor Stark, Dr. Stark, Senator Robb Stark with his fiance Jeyne Poole, future Attorney Sansa Stark, Bran Stark, smartest of all the Stark kids, Rickon Stark, star hockey player of the Direwolves and Arya, aspiring artist with so much potential, and Jon Snow, the Private Investigator, with all their million dollar smiles. At least he’s sure what it’s going to say in the papers the next day. 

He can tell it’s forced and he laughs to himself when the official photographer raises her finger for just one more and that she’s just seconds away from ripping his head off.

She decides to ditch the reception altogether and she nicks a wine bottle and drags him out to the parking lot, barefoot, having ditched her heels sometime in the night. It was freezing back in the function room, but he thinks his temperature spikes when she slots her fingers through his, abandoning their friends to the buffet. He doesn’t dare let go. They’re sitting in the back of her brother’s truck. She was dangerous for him like this, all affectionate and disorientated. She whispers with a breathy laugh that makes him shiver from the inside out, “You’re never getting rid of me, okay. You’re stuck with me.”

“Okay.” Like he actually had much of a choice.

“I think that’s enough.” He tugs the wine bottle out of her grasp and she settles at his side, she laughs again against his neck, warm gust of breath hitting the side of his neck, and he inhales sharply, for a split second, forgets how to breathe.

Arya’s giggling and stops then, suddenly, like she just realised something, she laughs again oh my god, ass!

He laughs a little himself, “What?”

“Ass, Gendry!” Like repeating it would make it make sense.

He shakes his head, “I don’t-” and he swallows thickly when he sees her staring at him, with a dazed smile, a smile that he’s never seen before. He’d never been much of a poet, maybe a sap, but she looked really fucking happy. And that made him happy.  "Arya, I don’t understand.“

When she’s calmed down, she says, “When she graduates, she’ll be Attorney Sansa Stark.”

It takes him a while for him to connect the dots and he just rolls his eyes. She falls asleep with her head  on his lap, with his jacket as a pillow, and a smile on her face and he hopes for the night to never end. He does his best not to move, feeling oddly honored that she decided to fall asleep on him. It was a lot like the first time he got a cat and it was an amusing thought to have.

Gendry had another theory: even though she had this self-professed obsession with wolves, she was honestly just a big cat.


The same unknown number is calling for the fourth time, but judging by the fact that they seemed pretty damned determined to get a hold of him and the handful number of people who knew him and of his friendship (if you could still call it that, these days, it was pretty fucking hard to tell), he can guess who it was.

He debates leaving it to ring. He wasn’t obligated to answer, but he figured Sansa, or at least he thought it was Sansa (it was likely that it could have been Margaery, nosey little shits), was never going to stop. She was really determined when she set her mind on anything. And he knows exactly what this is about.

Lately, he’d been cancelling every time Arya would ask to hangout. He’d bullshit his way through his excuses whether it was because he was working, or sick, or busy. It was getting harder and harder to say no.

The first time was the hardest. He didn’t need to see the caller ID to know it was her, she had her own ringtone. That should have been the first sign.


“Hey,” she hesitates, and he curses under his breath, “What’re you doing later?”

“Actually, I’m actually down with something. It’s pretty bad. Maybe tomorrow?”

“What, you never get sick,”

He laughs mirthlessly, and he just wishes the call would end, because he’s just so tired of lying. “Yeah, I know. I’ll call you.”


He ends the call before he has the chance to say anything else.

Tomorrow, turns into next time, which becomes next week, and it’s been almost a month now. He’d thought that the distance would help figure things out, but he’s pretty sure that the only thing hes figured out is that he’s just useless without her, which he knew already.

He takes a deep breath and exhales and answers,

“Gendry! Thank God, I didn’t think you were going to answer-” the voice says before he can get a word

“Sansa, whatever you’re going to say, it’s not going to change-”

“Look, just listen.”

Strangely, it’s enough to silence him.

“I won’t pretend to know why you’re punishing yourself and won’t let yourself be happy but, before I kick your ass, because trust me I can and I will, I’ll give you the privilege of giving me a good reason not to.”

“How generous of you.”

He’s met with silence and all he can do is sit down. “I don’t know what you want me to say that you don’t already know.”

“Why are you avoiding her?”

It’s not like he doesn’t want to. Gods, all he wants to do is be around her. But it was too much. He can’t- He just couldn’t do it. She was everywhere. She was in the air that he was breathing, in his space, in his head.

“Because, I sure as hell don’t know, if you could clue me in on that, that’d be-”

“Because I don’t trust myself, alright? Is that what you want to hear? That I cannot, for the life of me, keep lying to my best friend? That it just kills me whenever she’s around? Or when she tells me about some dumbass who’s no less deserving than I am of her? That I never will be? That- That all I want to do is just tell her how I feel?”

“Why don’t you?”

He swears he has a heart attack when he sees her right there, standing right in front of him, fists clenched at her sides, looking like she’s ready to take a swing at him and his first thought is-


“What are you-”

“You fucking liar!

It stings more than it should, but no less than he deserves.

“What did you hear?”

She’s stalking towards him, and he has this wild instinct that’s telling him to run, but he’s too overwhelmed to even move.

“Did you mean it?” she’s searching his face for any proof, and he can barely breathe because she’s so close now.


“Did you mean it?”

She’s staring him down, and all he can do is stare back at her. The look of utter hope and devastation has him surrendering.

Before he’s even finished saying “Yes”, she throws her arms around him, and it knocks the wind out of him, as he stumbled backwards. And purely instinctual, like the first time she held his hand, his hands find their place around her, and his lips on hers, and crushes her to him.

She breaks away and slides down slowly, breathing heavily, his face following hers, eyes not quite open. While her hands are still gripping the lapels of jacket, his have moved from around her to her face, looking at her, almost like he’s making sure she’s really there. He feels more than sees her smiling into the kiss when she kisses him again, and he hugs her tight, burying his face into her hair .

“I missed you,”

“And who’s fault is that?”

“Fucking finally!” It’s Margaery this time.

He laughs and steps out of their embrace.

And just like that, he can breathe again. 

“Oh my god,” She grabs the phone from him “ hang up!”

“I think the words you’re looking for are Your Wel-”

Arya hangs up as Gendry sits on the table, blushing furiously, and looks down with a hand on the back of his neck. The look of remorse on his face was replaced with embarrassment. “Look Arya, I’m so-”

“Oh, Gods, no, nope. We are not doing that. Just shut up and kiss me.”

tadaaaaa, i hope you liked it haha :D title is from the song from afar - vance joy 


hookmatchmaker  asked:

Katniss/Runaway bride! :)

Thanks for the prompt! This was a bit of a challenge, but it was a lot of fun to do. 

This is a very condensed version of the story. I basically chose my favourite scene and tweaked the rest a little bit. For those of you who haven’t seen the movie, here’s a small synopsis

Hope you enjoy.

I can do this, Katniss told herself, put one foot in front of the other and repeat until I reach the altar. She let out a deep breath. It’s just a rehearsal. I’ve got this.

“Ready?” Madge whispered, giving Katniss’s shoulder a soft squeeze. “Just walk in a straight line and don’t look back, ok?”

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One of my favorite pieces & short stories I’ve ever done 💀

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I’ve never been much of a writer. You could say I’ve always been a bit of a loud mouth. I’ve always said what’s on my mind the second it came to my mind but for some reason, I have trouble expressing to others what has been happening to me lately. And every time I do try to tell someone what’s going on, they discard it as nothing but I know now that this isn’t nothing.
It all started a couple weeks ago. Maybe three weeks or so when I decided to have a night in to myself and wanted a little bit of a thrill so I rented the movie Exorcism of Emily Rose. I’ve never been one to believe in the supernatural or heaven and hell but I’ve always been up for a good scare. The movie was so so but it definitely provided a dark vibe that carried on after the movie had ended. I also noticed that 3 a.m. had a particular role in this film and I knew that since I have now seen this movie that, of course, I would be waking up at 3 a.m. And sure enough, like clockwork, I woke up at 3 a.m. I was more annoyed than anything that I’d woken up in the middle of the night until I realized that my room was pitch black. I’m not talking about the pitch black where you can’t see anything but I’m talking about the pitch black where it’s blacker than pitch black. I don’t know how else to describe it. The only thing visible was the light on my alarm clock telling me what time it was. I reached out to turn on the lamp plugged in on my nightstand when it sounded like something was digging through my garbage can next to the nightstand. The hairs on the back of my neck froze because whatever was digging through my garbage can was digging with pure intensity. Almost like it was looking for something but also as if it were trying to distract me. I laid there for what felt like eternity until I jumped out of bed, over my nightstand and garbage can, and basically punched a hole through the wall trying to turn the light on. I wasn’t about to use a little nightstand lamp to light my room. I needed light everywhere. And the second the light turned on, I whipped around to see my garbage can had been pulled to the center of my room. It hadn’t been tipped over or spilt and all that was inside was a few different pieces of paper. The digging had also stopped the moment the light had been turned on and I couldn’t find an explanation for the digging or the garbage can being in the middle of the room. I have no pets, the ceiling fan wasn’t on, and no rats or pests (as far as I know). I told this story to some friends and they all said it sounded like I was having some kind of sleep paralysis or night terror and I agreed with them. I chalked it up to nothing more than my late night imagination playing tricks on me.
This all changed last night when I woke up unable to move and at what I’m assuming was 3 a.m. again. I’d thought about what my friends had said about sleep paralysis but I could swear I felt someone crawling over the top of me. They were making their way from my toes to my face. It felt like eternity! Every time I tried to scream it felt like the air was being sucked from my lungs. I was helpless. Feeling stupid for being scared of sleep paralysis but also terrified about the fact that it felt real. It felt like it was really happening and all of the sudden, I heard a click and it went away. The second it went away I could move again, sat up in bed, and realized that the click was my clock turning from 3 a.m. to 3:01 a.m. This would have mostly just been some kind of terrifying coincidence if I hadn’t looked forward at my window to see a woman standing in my yard FACING ME. I went cold and rubbed my eyes and just like in your cliche scary movie, she was gone. I didn’t sleep a wink for the rest of the night.

Currently it’s 3 a.m. again and I now know it isn’t sleep paralysis or night terrors. This is real and it happened faster than I could have imagined. I know this because she’s standing in front of me. Just standing there, holding my intestines and reflecting the orange light from the fireplace. Her face is black with shadow but I can see the fire reflecting off her pupils. She’s just standing there. She’s letting me write this. I think she wants me to write this but I don’t know how much longer I can go. My pencil feels like a sledge hammer & the rest of me is cold and numb. I hope someone can decipher what I’m trying to say because I can barely read this through my blood. I’ve tried to crawl to the phone but my insides keep getting in the way. I don’t know if there’s much else for me to do. I can only sit her—

The Price of His Mistakes

God blames his leaving on the mistakes and failures of his creations, but Eventually he will have to face his own mistakes.

This is the first part to my new series!!!

 ChuckxReader, eventual CastielxReader.

Part 1: Babysitting the Prophet

At first you aren’t so thrilled to get the job of babysitting Chuck, but it might just be the start to something amazing.

Warnings: None, just some cute fluffy stuff!

“Babysitting the Prophet!” you yelled as you followed Sam and Dean to the impala. “You want me to stay here and Babysit Chuck?”

“Look y/n, knowing that Chuck is a profit now, who knows what kind of things will try to find him, use him, and who better to watch over him than a hunter who knows enough spells to protect him from almost every species,” Sam said getting into baby.

“Plus you two have gotten along so well together these past couple days we also thought Chuck wouldn’t mind spending some time with his crush,” Dean said giving you a wink. You pulled Dean in for a hug and giving after him a playful slap to the head he and Sam drove off to their next case leaving you to watch over Chuck.

Walking back into Chuck’s you found him sitting at the computer working on his latest vision and decided to start cleaning up. You had only been there a couple days and all the empty alcohol bottles and takeout containers already had you feeling claustrophobic. Once you were done washing the last of the dishes you walked back out of the kitchen finding Chuck still on his computer. He had been sitting there for almost two hours and by his moans and the way he was rubbing his temples you could tell he was worn out.

“Chuck,” you said walking over and putting your hand on his shoulder. “How about you and I get out of here for a little while?”

“Really?” he asked his blue eyes lighting up.

“Sam and Dean did say I should keep an eye on you and from what i can see you need a break.”

“Thanks y/n but you don’t have to do anything for me. I know Sam and Dean told you to stay here and you didn’t really want to, so don’t think you have to out of your way for me.”

“Just because you’re a prophet doesn’t mean you know everything Shurley,” you said grabbing his hand and pulling him out of his chair. “I didn’t ask you to come with me because I have to, I did it because it’s nice spending time getting to know new friends.. and because I didn’t want to go by myself.” By the small grin that formed on his face, you could tell you had him convinced.

You took Chuck to the Drive-In Movie theater on the edge of town, and after getting there and getting your snacks the two of took a seat on the hood of your rental car. “So what movies are playing tonight,” Chuck asked you.

“Um, The Notebook and A Walk To Remember,” you said slowly turning to look at him.

“Did you bring me to the Date Night Double Feature?” He asked raising his eyebrow.

“Well yeah if I came by myself I would of had all these people giving me sympathetic looks, thinking I must’ve just gotten dumped or something.”

That got a laugh out of him before he dropped his head with a sigh. “Here I thought you wanted to go out on a date with me.”

Maybe you did do this just to spend some time with him. Since the first day you met, something inside of you had been drawn to him. The two of you just seemed to get along so easily. The fact that you found him so incredibly handsome didn’t help either. He had short dark hair, but not short enough that you couldn’t see his curls and these big deep blue eyes that you would get lost in. Right now you were particularly enjoying watching how his eyes lit up watching The Notebook.

You hadn’t even realized the movie was over until Chuck turned to meet your stare. “That was actually kind of good. I liked it.”

“Wait a minute,” you said putting your hand on his shoulder. “Have you never seen The Notebook before?”

“I have heard of it, but no, I have never actually seen it before. As a matter of fact I don’t really watch movies.”

“Don’t worry, we’re going to work on that,” you said patting his shoulder.

“Oh, so you and I are going to be hanging out a lot more than?” You could tell by the nervous look on his face that he didn’t mean for that to come out. But before you could respond he continued. “I want you. I want all of you forever. You and me everyday. That was my favorite part.”

“Mine too,” you said with a smile. “And just between you and me I am a sucker for these true love stories.”

“I just don’t understand how after all that time of waiting, of thinking that the other person didn’t love them anymore, how could they just pick up where they left off?” he asked.

“They were in love,” you said with a shrug. “I guess if you find someone that you truly love, it’s easy to move on and forgive each other.”

Just as you finished the sentence you felt a chill that made you shiver. Chuck must have noticed because he took of his grey sweater to drape it over your shoulders. You felt his hand linger on the small of your back before he quickly took it away. He gave you another nervous look and you couldn’t help the big smile forming on your face. That boyish, nervous grin was driving you crazy.

Scooting closer, you intertwined your arm with Chuck’s, laying your head on his shoulder and that was where you stayed throughout the rest of the movie. It was another one of those moments that you just couldn’t help yourself. After the movies were done and you got back to Chuck’s, you went inside to check everything over while he took a shower. You had just finished doing some angel and demon proofing when you heard Chuck coming down the steps. “You’re still here?”

You turned around and watched him as he finished walking down the steps. He was wearing a grey t-shirt and matching plaid bottoms, which you had to admit you liked a lot better than the boxers and robe you had first met him in. Looking him up and down, noticing how the t-shirt was extuationing his arms and how his hair was still wet, made you bite your lip. Something you did often when you were distracted.

“Is something wrong?” he asked snapping you back into reality.

“Everything’s fine, why do you ask?”

“Well it’s just I thought that people only bit their lip when they were concentrating really hard on something.”

Your put your hand up to cover your mouth, looking down so he hopefully wouldn’t see you blushing. “It’s nothing, I just finished all the warding.”

Chuck sat down on the arm of his couch while the silence was starting to make you feel uncomfortable. “I should probably get back to my hotel,” you said starting to walk past him.

“Wait y/n,” he said grabbing your hand to stop you. “You don’t have to go, I mean if you don’t want to.” There it was that nervous smile again.

“Would you like me to stay Chuck?”

“Well I mean you are supposed to be babysitting me and you can’t really babysit me from a hotel right?” He must of sensed your hesitation because he continued. “Look you can even stay up in my room, I usually sleep down here anyway.”

“No it’s okay Chuck, I don’t want to impose.”

He stood up closing the gap between you, all while never letting go of your hand. “It wouldn’t be imposing. I really want you to stay.”

“Because I’m your babysitter?” you asked sarcastically.

“No, because I have really enjoyed spending the last couple days with you and there is just something about you that I am drawn to.” He wrapped an arm around your waist and dropped your hand, moving his now free hand up to the side of your face, causing you to catch your breath.

“That’s good because I’m drawn to you too,” you said reaching your hand around the back of his head pulling him in for a kiss.       

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I forgot about you lol

Hi everyone! I’m a bit new to the phandom (or phamily? Both? Neither??). I’ve liked TPOTO for a while but I never really got super into it until now. Now I want to delve deeper, you know, watch all of the movies, read the book (which I finally acquired recently and can’t wait to read) and more, but I had a question: can anyone give me a list of all of the Phantom movies to watch? I’ve already seen the 1998, 2004 and 2011 versions and Love Never Dies but I would like to watch all of them, good and bad, bizarre and mundane (not that I’m particularly calling any of them that, I haven’t seen them yet, hahaha). Also is there anything else besides the movies and book–like shows or possibly other books or something–that I should check out as well? Thank you to everyone who is able to help me out!

TFA a path to TLJ

I am reading TFA for the second time! and I am in the part of Rey’s vision when taking the lightsaber that we now know that if it belonged to Ben Solo aka Kylo Ren …

In the vision as we know in the novelization a child comes out … now that I’ve seen the movie TLJ gives me to understand that that child if it’s Ben Solo … the true spirit of Ben only his inner light that follows then hidden under the breastplate of Kylo Ren.

Now, the words that Maz says to Rey at that time …

-Yes, Han told me-his voice was now kind, far removed from the harsh and sarcastic tone he had used until then-Hope what you expect … to whoever you expect … I can see it in your eyes, you already You know the truth … he will never come back. But there is someone who could come back. WITH YOUR HELP.

∞ Here we are going to jump up to TLJ events. Maz tells Rey that he will never come back … that brings me to the Island with Luke, even though she waits to take him back with Leia and the resistance will never come back and Luke told him that many times, the I would never leave the Island. I am very sure that Rey knew it since he launched the lightsaber when they met.

¨ But there is someone who can come back with your help¨
This part makes me think now of the events that happened during TLJ in Kylo Ren. Kylo has conflicts, he knows it, Rey knows it too and she let him see it in the elevator … But she is sure that he will come back because he saw him in the vision of the future … Only with her help will he be able to return.

-This saber was luke. (Correction belonged to Anakin after Luke and finally Ben Solo). And before it was his father’s. He is calling you. What you are looking for is not behind you. IT’S AHEAD. I’m not a Jedi, but I know the strength. It moves through and around you are all alive. Close your eyes. feel it the light. He has always been there .. She will guide you. The sword. Take it.

Here, where Maz tells her the saber is calling you, is a clear example that Ben Solo is calling Rey, since he was the last carrier of the lightsaber.

∞Maz, tells her that what she is looking for is not his past … this is made known to Kylo through the bond force, he said that we must let the past die so we can continue FORWARD. Maz, she emphasizes that what she is looking for … what makes me think of the visions that Rey and Kylo had when they touched their hands in the last jedi.

After this Rey runs out into the forest …

∞ She will guide you (the light) … I feel that this is more Ben Solo … Ben’s light will only guide her to where she should go, in TFA she ran to the forest and met Kylo Ren for the first time .. The connection that they have its really deep… the light and the darkness in both … it is deep of that there is no doubt … of one thing I am sure and that is Rey is the key to bring Ben Solo back or sink but to Kylo Ren in the dark.

This makes me think that since TFA we were preparing for TLJ.

skygrove  asked:

I think another reason a lot of the people in the western fandom don't like the twin thing is because it's considered a super overdone cliche in english-speaking shows (and maybe mexican soap operas). I myself am from south america so I don't share this opinion lol, I only know about it cause it's kind of a general pop culture inside joke! If you google 'Evil Twin Trope' you can find more info on this :p anyway im super excited about real!Ciel lol also thanks for being such a helpful fan! <3


Oh I see, so the evil twin seems to be indeed a very common tv trope in the Western media! O_o Now I can truly understand why so many people described 2CT as “overused” and “cliché” and were disappointed by Yana (tbh I had never understood this argument until now) ^^;

In Japan, though, “the evil twin trope” is not *THAT* common, or more precisely, there are many books, movies, tv shows etc that feature twins, but not so many that the audience is fed up with it like in Western countries. At least I’ve never seen any complaints like “Please not twins, again” “This is so cliché” or “I expected Yana to be more creative” (i.e. comments I *often* see in the Western fandom) in the Japanese fandom D:

So I guess the general dislike of 2CT in the Western fandom probably stems from both linguistical problems and cultural differences. Too bad, as neither the inaccuracy of some foreign translations nor the “overused-ness” of twin tropes in Western media is actually Yana’s fault (*_*)

Running Late

@number9isawanker: Okay, but imagine Lena and Maggie are running late to movie night. They arrive to find that Kara and Alex have started without them and are currently acting out an (obviously) previously choreographed dance number to some Disney movie. Can you do something with that?

This was too cute and the inspiration just hit me!

Lean practically runs from her town car to the door of Kara’s apartment building.

One stock meeting had turned into two and then there was paperwork to sign and before she knew it she was running over an hour late for double date movie night. She just hopes there’s still food by the time she gets up to Kara’s, because she is STARVING!

“Hold the elevator please!” She calls out desperately, sighing with relief as a hand shoots out to stop the doors from closing.

“Thank you! The elevator times in this place are so unpredic- Oh! hello, Maggie!” She offers the detective a warm smile.

“Lena,” Maggie tilts her head, taking in Lena’s business suit. “Running late too I see.”

“Meetings.” She groans, cracking her neck. “You?”

“Caught a break in that alien theft case.”


“Thanks, I just hope there’s pizza left.”

“Let’s make a deal, if it’s all gone, we’re going to oder a giant pepperoni pizza just for us and not let Kara eat any of it.”

“Deal. Are you sure you’ll be able to say no to those puppy dog eyes?”

“She can have the leftovers. Maybe.”

Maggie snorts.

They both know she’s bluffing.

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I managed to get all three for $12 at a local discount book store. For anyone not aware, that is a freaking STEAL since LazyTown dvds are so rare, and the few that you can find cost somewhere around $30-$40. [EDIT: Apparently my info is a bit outdated. I remember they used to be that expensive but I guess recently the prices went down. They’re still super hard to find outside of the internet.] The bookstore had two copies of the same disc, but oddly enough the one with the least wear and tear was the one that’s case looks like it was stolen from a DVD rental place. (It’s also the one I bought.)

Also, until now, I’ve NEVER seen a copy of the Sister Act soundtrack. Let me tell you, that is like finding the Holy Grail of movie musical soundtracks! I almost had a heart attack when I saw it, I was so happy. Now I just need to find the soundtrack for Sister Act 2 and my life will be complete.

I can already tell that the Serenity soundtrack is gonna be my background music while I’m working on school projects this next semester. It will be awesome!

anonymous asked:

43 and 44:)

No Right

43. “I am not losing you again!”
44. “I don’t know why I’m crying.”

Warning:  a lil smutty

Me and Harry had broken up over a year ago, but that didn’t stop us from having casual sex every now and then. The main reason we broke up was because of his career. We still loved and respected each other, but not seeing him for such long periods of time were taking a toll on our relationship. I had initiated it, but we mutually agreed to end it.

A few weeks after we had broken up he was back in to record his new album. We went out to dinner as friends but a few drinks later we were rolling around in the sheets again like old times. We had decided to be “friends with benefits”. We both agreed to see other people but still called each other frequently.

I never told him, but I hadn’t seen anyone else but him.

I wished every day we had never broken up. I wish we could have found a way to work through things. When we first had sex post break up, I thought we would be getting back together, but Harry never never showed any intentions of getting back together.

“We both know each other so well. I still love being around you. And things will be less complicated if there’s no strings attached. It really benefits the both of us don’t you think?”

That was what he had said the morning after. I just couldn’t say no to that offer. I needed to keep him in my life.

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anonymous asked:

Can I please get a angst/fluffy scenario with Jungkook where you're his best friend, but he starts to go around with another girl and you get really sad and distant, so he starts to miss you and tries to talk to you, but you're still kinda mad and ignores him, and he ends up realizing he likes you, so he confesses and there's a FREAKING FLUFFY END? Pretty pleeeeeeease <333333 Oh, and if you can add something like a soundtrack, that'd be perfect. Hope I'm not being abusive D: Anyway, thanks <3333

Anon this isn’t abusive at all! Don’t you worry~~ Also Admin A will make the soundtrack/Playlist and post it tomorrow, I’ll link it in tomorrow ♥ Also this is totally the plot to a music video tbh <3  I’m putting this in first person, I can re-write it if you don’t like the style this way [Admin O and A have different scenario styles]

OMG This Jungkook one got so long,I’m so sorry
Words: 1,718
-Admin O

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i have complaints about it (2017)

i saw it (2017) on premiere day and i’m not gonna lie that was the only time i had seen it-until now. my stepdad rented it and i’ve watched it three times in the two days (i’m even watching it right now). after watching it (1990) and reading some of the book and doing research and stuff, i have complaints.

1. mike hanlon and ben hanscom were pretty much switched

mike was never homeschooled. i read the part of the book where it’s in his point of view.

“I was born here, in Derry Home Hospital; attended Derry Elementary School; went to junior high at Ninth Street Middle School; to high school at Derry High. I went to the University of Maine-"ain’t in Derry, but it’s just down the rud,” the old-timers say…“

those are exact words in the book, so, yeah, he wasn’t homeschooled.

he’s also the historian or whatever-not ben. he worked in a library for god’s sake. in that part of the book, he talks about talking and doing research on these people who have written about the history of Derry.

don’t get me wrong, i love both ben and mike, but in it (2017) they weren’t what they were supposed to be, really.

2. mike hanlon got shoved into the background

speaking of mike…. but seriously, mike is such an important character, but since they gave ben all of the things he was supposed to do…

how much do you know about mike from it (2017). well, he’s homeschooled, he lives on a farm, and his parents died in a fire. have anything more to add? probably not. i’m actually really salty about that. (it’s also the reason why chosen jacobs is so underrated but that’s for another time).

3. why billverly? benverly is the real deal

i’m really salty about that, too. ben literally wrote bev a poem.

your hair is winter fire,

january embers.

my heart burns there, too.

oh, and then guess what? in the fricking 2017 version, he kisses her AND SAVES HER PRETTY MUCH.

a true love’s kiss, amirite?

nope she went for bill, even after all that.

4. where are richie’s parents? where does richie even live?

you see mike’s grandfather, you see eddie’s mom, you see bev’s dad-and hear mentions of her mom, you see bill’s mom and dad, you may not see ben’s parents but you see his house, but what about richie?

in the book it talks about richie’s relationship with his parents. it talks about his home life.

idek if they mention richie’s parents or not.

there really should’ve at least been mentions of his parents or house or something.

5. lack of reddie moments

this isn’t just me being a big reddie shipper (although i definitely am), because even if you don’t ship reddie, you have to admit that there are some moments between them…

in the 1990 miniseries there was a good amount of reddie moments. and richie calling eddie "eds” (which i’m upset about them not putting moments like that in, too).

one of eddie’s biggest fears was for sure his sexuality.

and eddie and richie definitely felt something for each other (this is a little about me being reddie trash but still). there’s just so much lack of reddie in it (2017).

6. the ending was kinda disappointing

i’m not talking about the sewer scene, where they defeat pennywise, that scene was amazing i loved it (although 1990 sewer scene was even better) i’m talking about the scene after that, in september.

they did the blood oath in the sewer in the book and 1990 miniseries. why didn’t they keep that? idk.

but it was disappointing because that was the ending. we don’t even know if they saw each other after that (i will be very sad because stan’s last words to them were “i hate you” *cries*)

i know the deleted scene with bill and i’m upset they didn’t keep that because it ends with bill and bev kissing (get outta here billverly)

it was just kinda disappointing idek 🤷🏽‍♀️

hope you enjoyed my complaints lmao