Alright here we go I just asked @anarchetypal about this because I am on a Spree™ but I need your take on shithead Ryan. I'm pretty sure you've done this before but I've read all of your everything and I need m o r e
Not sure if you meant just generally or you actually wanted something specific but here we go~
Listen, any one of the Fakes would tell you Ryan’s mask is less about hiding his identity than it is about hiding the fact that he is nearly always laughing. It didn’t take him long to realise that with his reputation literally anything he does will be interpreted as threatening and even the most innocuous activities are treated as utterly unnerving. If people knew just how often Ryan was flat out messing with them there wouldn’t be nearly so many desperately worried discussions trying to unravel what depravity the Vagabond is getting up to with a bucket of paint and a dust-buster.
While most of the others find accompanying Gavin as the muscle in a meeting somewhat monotonous and dry (there are exceptions of course, the contacts that Gavin plays ridiculous roles for, or the meetings that go south and kick off, but for the most part its a bit of posturing and trying not to tune out while Gavin does his thing) Ryan always has a ball. Ryan is just about the only Fake who could give Gavin a run for his money in regards to a flare for the unnecessarily dramatic, so when the two of them head off together they invariably go well and truely overboard. Whoever the pair meet with, no matter how well they’ve done their job or how many positive interactions they’ve previously had with Gavin alone will spend the entirety of their meeting tracking Ryan’s movements around the room, absolutely sure they’re about to die.
After watching a few too many episodes of Brooklyn Nine-nine Ryan picks up the habit of making the occasional outrageously out of character confession just to watch people squirm with the realisation that no one will ever believe them if they tell. After all the unspeakable horrors Los Santos has witnessed from the Vagabond none are prepared to entertain for a single moment the possibility that he might also enjoy the Spice Girls, cry in Disney movies or hula-hoop at a competitive level.
Any time the Fake’s accept a new member Ryan tends to silently shadow them everywhere they go for a couple of weeks in full Vagabond get up. Everyone assumes, quite reasonably and with no small amount of blind terror, that the Vagabond is protective, distrustful, and all too eagerly awaiting the chance to kill them off at the first sign of a slip up. In reality Ryan knows just how vetted anyone has to be before Geoff will let them into the family, and just really enjoys toying with their emotions while he can.
There’s a narrow window towards the back of the LSPD bullpen - a little unorthodox but the glass is thick and one-way tinted so security isn’t really a problem. What is a problem is the fact that every now and then a member of the force will swear up and down that they saw the Vagabond’s awful skull standing there leering at them through the glass.
Ryan found out, through pure accident, that leaving his mask balanced atop of his hanging jacket is a surefire way to terrify Geoff in the middle of the night. Before it really sinks in he is woken on three seperate occasions by that all-too distinctive shriek; the first incident had the whole crew running guns drawn, the second was met with endless mockery and by the third Ryan just lays in bed, listening to the others thundering into the hallway, and grins. From that point on Ryan just gets more creative about where he leaves his spectre self; the bathroom, the pantry, and on one memorable occasion, suspended right outside Geoff’s door.
I know this is a weird question but are Kouki and Sadamomo dating? I keep seeing this one person tweet at the actors with the same screenshot of Kouki and Momo with the username covered up and on an instagram post with Ryoutaro and the girls someone mentioned Kouki so I'm curious
The answer to this question as well as most other questions about the actor’s personal lives is: I do not know. Even if I did, I would not be at liberty to say.
Also, it is precisely this kind of fandom behavior that makes it so that shows implement rules against actors and actresses taking photos together and posting them online. ONE selfie that Kouki and Momo took together and everyone starts screaming that they could be dating, so Kouki took it down. And even though it’s been removed, there are those who would still circulate it (obviously against his wishes and hers) and still gossip/assume/hint at a relationship without realizing how potentially damaging that is to their careers.
It took until they started touring other cities for there to be any group shots with both men and women, and it took until the LAST week before there were any shots with pairs or very small groups. And this behavior is why.
This behavior HURTS the actors’ careers because Japan places a high value on celebrities’ person-hood. Though not as strict as idols, if an actor mentions being in a relationship, they cannot sell themselves as a potential fantasy to their fans, and support and popularity drop. Marriage finishes most actors’ and actresses’ careers. Foreign fan support is wonderful and great, but we’re not the ones living in Japan and paying for their livelihoods (by going to their shows, fan events, etc…). And if overseas fandom gossip is what causes many Japanese fans to stop supporting Kouki and Momo because they MIGHT be dating someone (because yes, they do that), we are sabotaging their careers.
I hope that this is enough information so that people stop asking about it, and i hope that this makes people realize why they should stop talking about it.
Y’know, it’s been 6 years and I still feel a huge opportunity was missed when Neville said “you and whose army?” and none of the snatchers replied with “You-Know-Who” I know it’s a war but you’re telling me there’s not one cheeky git out there? suspicious
I would like a oneshot in which the reader is pregnant for 5 months of
Roman and one day people invade his house at night trying to kill her
and when Roman deals with them she gets scared and with desire to drink
blood and roman give his blood to her.Angst/fuff
sorry for the big delay! I’ve been busy with college and that stuff, but here it is! Sorry for my super horrible english…
Pairing: Roman Godfrey x Reader
Title: Weird pregnancy’ cravings
It was another night in Hemlock Grove, this
was my first winter living with Roman; after spending the whole afternoon
cuddling on the couch, drinking hot chocolate and watching movies along with
Peter – not to mention the countless times I had them out to satisfy my
cravings – Peter had returned to Destiny’s apartment and Roman and I had
decided to go to sleep. It was two o’clock in the morning and I could feel
Roman’s warm breath crashing against my ear, sleeping peacefully beside me,
I began to envy him because I was in my fifth month of pregnancy and there were
nights when little JR didn’t stop kicking and wouldn’t let me sleep.
I cuddled into the sheets and turned to
face him, he was sleeping on his left side, his lips slightly opened and his
light brown hair falling on his forehead; he was so warm and calm that I stare
at him for a while, trying to appreciate him completely; I loved Roman
sleeping, it makes me wish that he was always this quiet. But with him
everything was an adventure. I stretched
out one of my arms, pulling it from the blankets and rubbing his jawline with
my fingertips, then I put behind his ear the hair that fell on his forehead,
suddenly I felt his strong arm through my big belly to wrap around my waist,
pulling me closer to him and I noticed his smile.
“Are you awake, Cheekbones?” I asked,
raising my head a little to see him better
“I wasn’t, why don’t you sleep, Nipples?” he
replied whispering without opening his eyes
“HEY!” I laughed “Stop calling me like that, Godfrey!”
“You call me ‘Cheekbones’ all the time, Y/N
, and I have to deal with it”
“Yes, but it’s because your cheekbones are
perfect and I LOOOOVE them” I confessed while brushing my fingers against his
cheekbones, I felt his cheeks twitch with a smile
“Like you nipples, my love” he answered
“I know they’re not very symmetric, Roman,
but you don’t have to make fun about it”
“Oh, no no no, don’t say that darling, for
me they’re perfect, and more now, I love your pregnancy’ breasts” I laughed out
loud “You didn’t answer me, Y/N, why didn’t you sleep yet?”
“It looks like your son will be a very good
football player when he’s older” He was giggling slightly and I felt his hand
caress my belly
“JR, you should let mommy sleep, today was
a very tired day for both of us” he joked, we had done absolutely nothing, he
hugged me and I felt his breathing in my neck “we should sleep now” He started
giving me small kisses on my neck and jaw as he fell asleep again
I was playing with his hair for a while,
checked my cellphone, sent messages to Peter and Destiny in hope that they were
awake but none replied; I turned on the bed facing Roman again, I kept watching him for a few minutes until a noise
coming from the first floor got me out of my thoughts, I sat on the bed and
waited to hear something more before I woke up Roman, I thought it had only
been my imagination when I hear a louder noise “Roman…”I whispered to him,
moving his arm “Hey…”
“mmmhn” he stammered without opening his
“I heard something downstairs” I whispered
“Maybe it’s your imagination, babe” he said
turning on the bed
“No Roman, I heard it twice”
“It’s nothing” we both heard a glass
breaking” “Shee-it” he exclaimed getting up quickly from the bed and putting on
a shirt, he took the ax that hung from the back of the bed and walked towards
the door “I’ll go and check out what’s going on”
“No Roman, wait!” I said desperately from
the bed “Let’s call the police”
“No, there’s no time, listen…. No matter
what, lock yourself here and don’t open the door” He kissed me on the lips “If
I don’t come back soon, call Peter” I took his hand, didn’t want to let him
go “Y/N” He looked at me, I felt the tears in my eyes and I released his hand.
He left the room and I lock the door, then I looked for the gun that Roman kept
in the drawers, I took it and I walked away from the door, sitting in the
corner of the room.
I don’t know how much time had passed but I
could hear the punches and the fight outside, I took my cell phone and called
Peter several times until he answered
“what’s up girl?” I heard, Peter’s hoarse voice from the other
side, I had awakened him
“P-Peter… someone came into the house,
R-Roman is…is fighting them, I don’t know what the fuck but….” The room window
broke and a man dressed all in black appeared in front of me, he had a machine
gun in his hands and was stared at me; the phone falls out of my hands and I
slowly stand up pointing him with my gun
“Drop it…” he demanded as he pointed me
with his gun “DROP THE DAMN GUN” I shake my head in deny and take the gun
tighter in my hands, I fired the gun but I missed it, the guy pushes me and
hits me in the hands making me to drop the gun. He started to pull me, I fought
to release myself and I ran to the door, I opened it and tried to leave the
room but the guy took me from my waist throwing me on the bed
“ROMAN” I screamed desperately and the guys
pointed me with his gun
“SHUT UP” He hit me with his gun on the head,
I felt the blood drain through my temple and someone hitting the door
“Y/N!!” I heard Roman on the other side and
then the door began to break, the guy gets distracted and I managed to run and
hide in the bathroom. I tried to find a way out but it was useless because I
was on the second floor and my tummy would make me get stuck by any window I
tried to escape. I heard shots on the bathroom’s door and the guy walked into
“You’re dead” the guy said mockingly while
pointing his gun at me, I covered my tummy and closed my eyes waiting for the
shot, but it never came, instead the guy falls to the floor with the ax on his
head, I felt Roman’s arms wrap me in a hug
“ ARE YOU OKAY?” He asked me desperately,
tucking my disheveled hair behind my ears and looking me in the eyes, I nodded
feeling the tears in my eyes and he hugged me again. I sobbed a little while
sinking my head into his chest and running my arms around his waist. I watched the pool of blood form under the
dead guy’s head and a strange desire grows in my stomach “Y/N?” He asked
strangely, I didn’t stop watching the blood and soon he realized “What happens?”
“I’m hungry” I replied
“Let’s go out to get you something…”
“Not food…”I felt my heart racing
“Shee-it” I heard him whispering and he
took me by the hand, walked me to the bed and made me sit there. I saw him go
to the bathroom and coming back with a razor, he makes a wide cut on his arm
and I look at him in shock, the blood began to flow, he put his arm in front of
me and I looked at him in disbelief “Drink it”
“What’s happening to me?”
“It’s okay, you’re not going to kill me,
drink it, Y/N” I grabbed his arms hesitantly, but finally I drink it and I
could tell it was the best feeling in my life.
Min Yoongi had gone through 34 secretaries in the past 24 months, and each one of them left in tears. This fact alone should have warned you against taking the job, but the pay was too good to pass up. Surely you could put up with a billionaires temper-tantrums, right?
Yoongi x Reader & Taehyung x Reader
Genre: Fluff, humor, probably some angst
Warnings: Strong language at times, maybe some slight smut eventually
“You’re going to get me fired.” You hissed as Taehyung made his way over to your desk. You could feel eyes on you as he approached, and you wanted nothing more than for him to turn around and leave.
“Why do you think that?” He asked innocently, sitting down in one of the chairs in front of you.
“Look, Taehyung–just.” You couldn’t quite figure out what you were trying to say to him, too bewildered at his sudden appearance. “If you want to talk, we’ll talk. But not here–”
Taehyung raised an eyebrow as you spoke, his head tilting to the side. “While I do want to talk to you, that isn’t why I’m here.”
“What?” You said weakly, feeling your cheeks begin to burn with embarrassment. “Why then?”
“I’m here to see Min Yoongi.” Taehyung replied, holding up a suitcase as some kind of proof. “I have some questions.”
Questions. Namjoon said Taehyung would ask questions, and he was right.
“About?” You prompted.
“I don’t think that concerns you.” Taehyung stood. “Now if you’ll excuse me…”
“You can’t just walk in there!” You objected, hurrying in front of him. “I’ll… Tell Yoongi you’re here. Wait outside.”
Taehyung being there wasn’t good. Yoongi didn’t like him, so not only would seeing his face likely put him in a bad mood, if Taehyung said anything about you, you were as good as fired.
You knocked only once on Yoongi’s door before stepping inside, and unsurprisingly Yoongi didn’t look up from what he was typing. “Kim Taehyung is here to see you.” You said, trying not to sound as nervous as you felt. Yoongi looked up at that, glancing from you to over your shoulder. Taehyung had followed you into the office, and was standing there with a smile.
“I’m busy.” Yoongi said after a moment, looking back at his computer. “Tell him he’ll have to wait.”
You realized after a second that you were actually expected to relay the message, and turned awkwardly towards Taehyung. “He says he’s busy at the moment, but I can look at his schedule and set you up an appointment.”
Taehyung looked from where Yoongi sat typing back to you. “Tell him that whatever he’s doing can wait, I have matters to discuss with him.”
Yoongi snorted, but didn’t respond. Taehyung nodded for you to tell Yoongi, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. This was absurd. “Taehyung says that it’s important.” You abbreviated, knowing that Yoongi had heard full well what Taehyung said.
“Tell him I said too bad.”
You sighed, looking back to Taehyung. “He says–”
“I heard what he said.” Taehyung snapped. “Look Min. I know you’re a busy man, but so am I. So take fifteen minutes to answer my questions, or answer to the board.”
“Is that a threat?” Yoongi sat back in his chair, studying Taehyung with a slight smile on his mouth. He thought this was fun, you picked up somewhat belatedly.
“More of a fact.” Taehyung sat down across from Yoongi. “Now lets talk business, shall we?”
meeting misha was definitely intimidating the first time... but tbh jensen still scares the ever loving shit out of me every. time.
I totally get that, I do. Jensen is a big broad wall of Man, very professional. He’s also like….. objectively hotter than Misha in a traditional sense. It’s awesome up close. He IS super intimidating the first time.
HOWEVER, I think they’re very different. I’m not very intimidated by Misha physically. He’s goofy and kind of awkward to be honest. But here’s the thing: Misha is unpredictable. I never know what he’s going to say or what he’s going to do in close proximity. He gets way up in your personal space and is more likely (in my admittedly limited experience) to ask you questions or to chat with you or change up your pose in photos (case in point: tiny hand) than Jensen is - Jared is another story. I was thrown off a few times by Misha “going off script” in person and it made me extra nervous every subsequent time I had to see him.
TL;DR: Jensen’s a big scary god that will melt my face off if I get too close and Misha’s a loose cannon that I literally cannot rehearse for.
When has Jensen ever unnecessarily touched misha? I think it's always misha doing the unnecessary touching lol
I ship Cockles like I’m floating a boat in the ocean itself, so I can’t say this post will be entirely objective (it’s really not at all). there is, however, some input from my mother, who absolutely does not ship the thing.
short answer to your question: Jensen touches Misha unnecessarily all the time.
let me start by providing examples from convention photo ops: here! or here!
Mr “I drape myself over you as a testament to my cuddly blanket-like affection” Ackles
the point is, while it’s true that Misha touches Jensen A LOT, Jensen also touches Misha A LOT. between the two of them they average out touching each other A HELLUVA LOT. Jensen’s touches tend to be “accidental” or “I swear I had a purpose with this” most of the time, or he attempts to hide them or make them look jokey, whereas Misha doesn’t conceal that he touches Jensen to reassure him or comfort him or to provoke him. Jensen doesn’t seem to know what he’s doing other than “I must touch him any way I can”.
and he goes out of his way to do it, too. he’ll reach over extraordinary distances just to make a tiny bit of contact, or change direction on the stage, or align himself in exactly the right way so he can put his hands on Misha while a fan is between them. it’s quite impressive the effort he puts into it, really. or maybe it’s effortless. maybe it’s natural for him and he doesn’t even think about it - which makes the fact he does it so often even more interesting.
my mother is determined to sink the good ship Cockles, and assures me that Jensen only touches Misha so much because he’s shy and nervous and he needs security.
well, not to disappoint her or anything, but that is a perfectly valid reason to touch someone. if Jensen’s touching Misha for security… goddamn, that’s adorable.
and calling them security-related touches doesn’t negate the fact that Jensen touches Misha practically all the time if he can get away with it.
I also think they’re slightly possessive touches, particularly in the photo ops, and with the face-stroking. Misha gives himself to other people a lot, he kind of throws his soul at them sometimes, so Jensen does he best to ground him, and grounds himself while he’s at it.
Jensen said at jibcon that he used to hold himself back from fans and not let the love in - and I think these touches are a way to remind both Misha and himself that “we have to stick together and hold tight so we don’t lose ourselves to this friendly but scary, slightly invasive bunch of people”.
what’s classified as a “necessary” touch, though? looking at these images, I’d say the majority of touches outside of the photo ops are not specifically meant to be comforting, reassuring, life-affirming, used to help, aid or abet in any way, nor are they obviously for Misha’s benefit. it rather seems as though Jensen touches Misha just because he likes it and he can.
does that make them necessary? …well, Jensen seems to think so.
So I have this headcanon that the Gryffindor Quidditch team always throws stuff at one another.
It started out as a way Charlie meant to improve Wood’s reflexes, on and off the pitch, which Oliver then continued on with when he became captain. His Keeper potential was first spotted, after all, when McGonagall slipped on some slime Peeves had left behind, dropping the tower of books she was carrying in her arms, which were saved by an eleven-year-old Oliver Wood, who slid the length of the slippery corridor on his stomach Superman-style just to catch the books before they landed in the slime. From then on, even snowball fights are serious business.
Naturally, Fred and George would be tricking the others by pretending to throw a practice ball one way but then throwing in another. They notice Wood never misses these saves. Then one day, at breakfast, Fred throws a salt shaker at Wood and he catches it without glancing up from his plate. Pretty soon, it becomes a challenge to see “What won’t Wood catch?” and it eventually extends to the whole team in all directions. It becomes a sort of in-joke. They regularly throw ink bottles, books, food, Percy’s prefect badge, dungbombs, potions, pets, Ron, at each other just to keep their reflexes up. It is no surprise when Katie goes as far as throwing things at Peeves in Order of the Phoenix now, is it?
It goes beyond the pitch, but more than that, it goes beyond Hogwarts. When Oliver visits Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes the first time, it’s no accident that no less than twenty-seven pygmy puffs just happen to be zooming his way from odd directions.
At some point, it turns a tad sinister, mostly as payback for all the early morning practices. When Wood misses out on Angelina’s birthday because of a match, he is woken by room service at 2 am, just to find himself face to face with a Muggle tennis ball machine. He finds himself delievered random balls by waiters, owls, confused Muggle postmen. A while later, he peels an orange and finds not delicious fruit but another wretched tennis ball inside, with newspaper cutout letters spelling “Constant Vigilance” on it.
He becomes paranoid, it’s like a slap bet he never signed up for. He can’t get an ice cream that doesn’t turn into a tennis ball in a cone by the time he walks out of Florean’s. He tries to flee but to no avail. Years and years later, when Percy is Head of Transportation, George asks him for permission to turn a tennis ball into a Portkey. “How many people will be transported?” he asks. “None”, George replies simply. Before long, Oliver is found by a random ball materializing in thin air fifty feet above him while he is in the middle of nowhere on holiday. Just when he thought they had grown out of it, there it is, zooming at him once again, like that salt shaker Fred had thrown him when they were kids.
In the meantime The Guardian reached out to many actors and directors for a comment: Ben Affleck, Matt Damon, Colin Firth, Bradley Cooper, Brad Pitt, Leonardo DiCaprio, Daniel Day-Lewis, Russell Crowe, George Clooney and Ewan McGregor, Quentin Tarantino, David O Russell, Ryan Coogler, Tom Hooper, Lin-Manuel Miranda, Michael Moore, Rob Marshall, Robert Pulcini, Garth Davis, Doug McGrath, John Madden, Simon Curtis, Kevin Williamson, Martin Scorsese, John Hillcoat and John Wells. None of them replied immediately, leading to tweets like this and this.
The connection between Lin-Manuel Miranda and the Weinstein Co. is that the company is working on the production of the In The Heights movie.
EDIT: Lin-Manuel Miranda thanked the person who asked him to speak out. The tweeter apologized after being called out for focusing her attention on one of the few POCs on the list instead of the others.
EDIT 2: Lin-Manuel-Miranda and playwright Quiara Alegria Hudes, author of the book of the musical and the script of the movie, are calling on The Weinstein Co. to let them take the film adaptation of their show In the Heights elsewhere, “where I’ll feel safe (as will my actors and collaborators)”.
I find it funny how Jaehwan's other name is Mario but the other team he was up against for Sorry Sorry was named "Super Mario" 😂 bc it sounds like he was competing against himself in a way
Okay.. listen… ever since Jaehwan’s Mario name came to light, I’ve been doing some deep thinking and I’m convinced the show has shown a repeated leitmotif regarding Jaehwan. Strap yourselves in lads (and lasses, and everyone in between), we’re gonna don our tin foil hats and delve into what I’m calling… The Mario Conspiracy.
Our story begins in Episode 4 with the creation of the oft forgotten, but just as talented Sorry Sorry Team 1 which consisted of
Kim Namhyung, Jo Yonggeun, Kwon Hyeop, Choi Dongha, Yoo Seonho, and Ha Minho. 6 members. Remember that number. They decided to name their team Super Mario as a (cute) play on the name Super Junior. But wait, let’s expand on this. Why did they chose Mario? Sure, we can say they chose it because it’s a popular video game character with the word Super in it- but they could have gone with Super Saiyan or the word Superhero. Why Mario?
Let’s fast forward to the training scenes of Sorry Sorry Team 2 (or Mianhaeng)- in one scene where Ong is being his usual funny self with the rest of the team, who do we see sitting by the wall watching?
That’s right- sitting between Jaehwan and Hyunbin is Seonho. What if I told you, Seonho learned Jaehwan’s English name when both groups trained in the same room. Very likely given Seonho’s irresistible cuteness that makes you want to give him the world (source: me). My theory is that Seonho learned Jaehwan’s name and then told his team about it so they named their team Super Mario as a playful jab at Jaewhan (the true Mario) implying that Seonho’s team is better (the super version of Jaewhan). But is this jab really playful?
Now, you might be thinking I’m insane and you’re probably right lbr. But now let’s look at something else. Guanlin’s lyrics in his Fear rap included the part “I’m not a character like Mario, I’m just me”. There it is again, “Mario”. We know Guanlin and Seonho are close so it’s feasible that Seonho told Guanlin about Jaehwan’s name and Guanlin - who we know is self aware- decided to incorporate that into his rap. Let’s break down the lyrics. “I’m not a character”- this is fascinating because it implies that Guanlin has seen through Jaehwan’s facade of being reasonable and practical- lest we forget, he face palmed at the thought of training with Hyunbin for Dounpour. He could have left it at that, but no, Guanlin furthers the allusion to Jaehwan with the words “like Mario”. But why did he choose Mario? Could it be that Seonho had figured out Jaehwan’s true personality (crazy) and told Guanlin about it? Or is Guanlin using Mario to allude to something bigger than this. Perhaps by “Mario” Guanlin was showing us yet again that he is self-aware. He’s not “Mario”- and the only Mario on the show is Jaehwan- so Guanlin is saying he’s not Jaehwan. Jaehwan is a great vocalist so Guanlin is implying that he knows he’s (Guanlin) not a great vocalist. By using the “Mario” nod, he’s telling the audience that he recognizes that he doesn’t have the same level of talent as Jaehwan. Then he continues “I’m just me” meaning he’s just himself, just doing his best.
There it is. Beautiful world play with hidden allusions. Guanlin has been a true master of prose this entire time and he did it while also calling out Jaehwan for acting so sensible when he’s really hiding an inner crazy person which the audience only learned later during the lipstick cut. But why did he even call out Jaehwan in the first place by calling out his facade as a “character”? Perhaps Jaehwan is the main character of Mnets story. Perhaps Mnet has been pushing Jaehwan this entire time and Guanlin knew this so we was trying to discretely tell the audience by using Jaehwan’s other name.
Now what about Seonho? His name has 6 letters, his team had 6 members, but why is this important? Let’s look at Jaehwan’s name- 6 letters that we can hear (the h is silent). H is also the 8th letter of the alphabet, which is 1 more letter than Jaehwan’s name and 2 more letters than Seonho’s name. 1 + 2 is 3. If we add the silent H back to that count we get 4. Jaehwan’s final rank.
There you go. Mnet knew Jaehwan’s rank from the start and the cube trainees were trying their hardest to reveal this to the audience. That’s why Sorry Sorry Team 1 called themsleves Super Mario. That’s why Guanlin called out Jaehwan in his rap. Did Mnet know they were up to this? Sources (i.e. me) say yes. This is the true reason Guanlin’s rank fell. Mnet has been in cahoots with Jaehwan this entire time.
[this is where the X files theme would play if this was a crappily edited youtube video and not just crappy writing]
Summary: Richie will not stop talking about the reader. He asks Bev to find out things you like and she agrees only if he’ll shut up about you. After she gets the info, Richie asks you out in the fluffiest way.
“Look at her, she’s amazing!” Richie said as he watched you from across the field. Bill glanced up and rolled his eyes.
“S-seriously Richie? Sh-she’s literally just throwing t-t-trash away.” Bill said, not even sparing another glance.
“That’s exactly my point! She could litterally be covered from head to toe in gray water and she’d still be hot!” He exclaimed and threw his arms up. Beverly laughed as she heard this. He glanced at her and an idea popped in his head.
“Hey Bev, you’re friends with (Y/n) right?” He asked.
“I guess.” She shrugged. He gave a large smile and placed a hand on her shoulder.
“Bev. Bevvie. Beverly. Be-”
“What do you want from me, Trashmouth?” She interrupted.
“Now, it’s not to much. I just need a bit of information so I don’t look like an fucking idiot when I ask her out.” He replied. Eddie choked on the water he was drinking.
“Wait, you’re really gonna ask her out?” He asked. Richie nodded. They all exchanged glances and it wasn’t difficult to tell that most of them were trying to hide their laughter. Richie scowled.
“What? You don’t think I could make a good boyfriend?” He asked, clearly offended.
“Well Rich, you’re just not the romantic type.” Ben said with a shrug. He glared at all of them.
“I’ll show you. I can be romantic! Bev, you’ve gotta help me out now. Name your price!” He shouted. Beverly laughed.
“Two months allowance.” She stated. He gasped.
“Two months!? Do you know how many arcade games I could play with that? Two weeks.” He bargained. She thought for a second before holding out her hand.
“One month and no more being all googly eyes over her.“Richie looked at her hand for a second before giving in.
"Deal.” She gave a satisfied smile and stood up.
“I’ll be back.” She said as she walked towards you.
“Hey (Y/n)!” She called. You looked up from your notebook and waved. Giving you a small smile, she sat.
“How’s it going Beverly. Haven’t talked in a while.” You said and closed your notebook.
“Yeah. I’ve been hanging out with them a lot.” She said and ushered to the small group of five boys. When you glanced over one of them immediately caught your eye, just like he always did. You blushed and turned back to her.
“So what’s up?” You asked. She gave a light sigh.
“I was hoping I could swing by your place after school and get some help with the homework from Mr. Archibald’s class. You’re super good at math and I’m having a bit of trouble.” She asked. You were a bit surprised at first, Beverly had always been good at math, but you agreed anyways. Some quality time with her wouldn’t be to bad.
“Really? Great! Look forward to seeing you!” She shouted as she walked away. As soon as she was near the other Loser’s, Richie started bombarding her with questions. She held up a hand, signalling Richie to stop.
“Beep beep, Richie.” She said. Richie scowled.
“Well…?” He pleaded. She laughed.
“You’ll find out tomorrow.” She replied.
“What?! Tomorrow? Why tomorrow?!” He shouted. She rolled her eyes.
“Do you know how odd it would seem if I just walked up to her and started asking her what the best ways to ask her out would be? Have some patience.” She said. Richie huffed and plopped on to the bench. He did not want to be patient.
“Hey (Y/n)!” You heard Beverly shout. You glanced up and waved. She slowly walked towards you and stood patiently as you grabbed your (f/c) bike. After kicking up the stand you slowly began to walk it with her standing by your side.
“So I was thinking we could start right away and then just have some catching up time afterwards. That okay with you?” She asked. You gave a smile and nodded.
“We haven’t talked in a while, after all.” You replied. The walk home was surprising shorter than you remember, perhaps because there was someone there to help you pass the time. You set your bike up next to the large tree outside your house and grabbed the key from around your neck. You unlocked the door and led her up to your room. Beverly smiled and stared at your decorations.
“I see you’ve rearranged. (F/80’s/b), huh?” She said and traced her hand over the poster. You gave a light laugh.
“Yeah. My (g/n)’s been working a lot lately so (s/h/t)’s got a bit of extra money.” You replied with a smile. Beverly nodded and sat across from you.
“Lets start, shall we?”
After about an hour of tossing around questions both of you already knew, Beverly decided to take a break. She pushed aside the books and stared at you.
“So…” She started. You raised an eyebrow.
“So…?” You questioned. She laughed.
“I need to ask you something.” She said. You nodded.
“What’s up?” You asked. She sighed.
“So, I have a friend and he’s, like, super in love with this girl. He asked me what kinda things girls like about guys and I was thinking of getting a second opinion.” She said. You sit back and gave it a few minutes thought.
“Well, personally, I like guys who notice the small things. Ones who point out the tiniest details that just make you smile, ya know?” You replied. She nodded.
“Oh, and when they take something you don’t like about yourself and tell you that they love it.” You added. Beverly gave a small laugh.
“That’s really cheesy. Cute, but cheesy.” She said. You laughed before shrugging.
“We should get back to math.”
Richie waited by the bike rack looking around frantically for Beverly. He waited hours minutes for her to arrive. After seeing her mop of red hair he ran over so quickly that he dropped his bike, causing the others to fall over.
“Where have you been? We agreed on eight!” He shouted. Beverly rubbed her forehead.
“Richie, it is litterally 8:07.” She replied. He crossed his arms.
“Exactly.” He stated. She glared at him.
“I need you to shut up for at least two minutes so I can speak. Can you do that Richie? Two minutes?” She asked. He narrowed his eyes before signalling her to continue.
“If your gonna ask her out, you need to actually converse with her. She loves compliments on the small things so give her a few of those and then graduatly build to flirting. Also, make sure you tell her that you love her (w/i). She hates that about herself and it would mean a lot if you told her you loved it.” She said. Richie stood still for a few seconds.
“(W/i)? Why? What’s wrong with her (w/i)?” He asked. Beverly smiled.
“Now that’s gonna get you somewhere.” She said and patted his shoulder. She walked off as Richie sat down with his mind racing. Compliments, huh?
It had been eleven days since Beverly had talked to Richie and he still hadn’t even uttered a word to you. He had coughed up his allowance and hadn’t talked about you, but seeing that he didn’t make a move still dissapionted her. She really thought he would do it this time. That was, until you walked up to her with crossed arms and a smirk.
“You asshole!” You said with a laugh. Beverly adjusted her backpack and gave a smile.
“I’d love to agree but I can’t, until you tell me what I did.” She replied. You rolled your eyes and placed five Post-It notes in her hand.
03/01/1989 I love the way your eyes shine under the sunlight
03/02/1989 I love how you bite your nails when you get nervous
03/03/1989 I love when you try to hide your laugh it sounds so much cuter
03/04/1989 Don’t worry, you’re (w/i) makes you beyond beautiful
03/05/1989 You’re like, a genius! How are you so smart???
As she read the familiar messy scrawl, she realized what was happening. Beverly handed them back to you with a smirk.
“I’m still not entirely sure what I did. Would you be so kind and eloberate on how you stumbled upon these?” She asked with a laugh. You rolled your eyes.
“Well the first three were in my locker, but the other two were in my mailbox. Oh, and look at that! They’re cheesy compliments. Any idea on how a secret admirer could have known I liked that?” You asked sarcastically. She shrugged.
“Nope. None at all.” She replied. You groaned.
“C'mon Beverly. Don’t be like this to me!” You playfully begged. She shook her head before dragging two fingers across her sealed lips, indicating she wasn’t going to say anything. You sighed.
“Fine. I’ll remember this Beverly!” You shouted as you walked down the hall. Beverly smiled before walking to her first period class. Once she got situated she tore a piece of paper from her notebook and scribbled a few words on it. She passed it to the kid next to her and whispered Richie’s name.
So you decided to go with the secret admirer approach?
He rolled his eyes and wrote back.
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Oh really? Because (y/n) told me something that sounded a lot different than that
Richie rolled his eyes before crumbling the paper and stuffing it in his pocket. Beverly gave a light chuckle and redirected her attention to the blackboard.
The post it notes continued for quite a while. The rest of the losers had found out and continuously pestered him to tell you but he constantly told them he had a plan. It didn’t seem that way to anyone because it was now the end of March and he had made no verbal action. Yet still, he had “a plan”. You, of course, had made several failed attempts to catch this sweet talking sleuth, but he always seemed to change his schedules for dropping off the notes. Sometimes it would already be there when you got to school, sometimes it would be there after lunch, and there was even the occasional in between class slip. Today was March 30th and it was no surprise when you opened your locker at the end of the day to see an orange square drift to the floor. You picked it up with an automatic smile.
03/30/1989 You’re curiosity never kills the mood. So I hope that you’ll meet me at the bike rack tomorrow after school <3
You raised your eyebrows. You were finally going to meet him. After an agonizing month of not know anything, you were finally going to meet him! Clutching the sticky note, you began your trek home. Never had anyone seen you with a bigger, goofier, or brighter smile on your face.
March 31st, 1989. Today was the day. It was going to happen. Today. You had purposley asked to use the restroom at the near end of class so you could be at bike rack before him. And that’s where you stood. Sweaty palms, chewing nervously at your fingers, and your back turned away from the entrance. Whether you wanted it to be a surprise or if you wouldn’t be able to handle who it was, you didn’t know. There was the sound of the bell and after a few seconds, the sound if stampeding feet. You inhaled sharply. He’s coming any moment. He’s coming any moment. He’s coming any -
Someone cleared their throat. You exhaled. That’s him. It all happened so fast. You turned around and saw who it was and instantly, just like every time you looked at him, your heart sped up, your throat got dry, and your stomach twisted itself into knots. Richie Tozier.
“Now, listen. Before you tell me to go screw myself or something, I just need you to listen.” He said. You gave a small smile and nodded. He let out a long drawl of breath.
“I like you. Like, a shit ton. I have for a really long time now and I just didn’t know how to tell you, so I asked Beverly to see what you liked. I know that this entire thing is probably really fucking stupid to you and you probably don’t even like me and, who knows, maybe you’re thinking in your head what a fucking idiot this guy is. And you’re right. I’m a fucking idiot. I’m an idiot for thinking someone like you could ever like someone like me. So now I’m rambling and have just made myself look like an even bigger idiot and I guess the whole point of saying all that was that I… I love you.”
You stared at him, not responding. He stared at you, not continuing. The two of you stood, staring. It was like that for a few seconds eternity before you finally spoke up.
“Richie, you are an idiot.” She said with a smile. The last sliver of hope he had had had just slipped away.
“Yeah. An idiot. I-I’ve gotta go now. My p-parents are probably waiting for me.” In this moment, he felt just like Bill. He turned away and fought back tears. Before he could leave though, there was a hand placed on his shoulder. You turned him around and tilted your head.
“You’re an idiot for thinking I wouldn’t love you.” You replied. He stared at you, this time with awe.
“You’re… You’re serious? You really love me?” He asked, hope now very evident in his face. She laughed and nodded. He sighed.
“Good. I was beggining to think that it was pointless for me to get this for you.” He said and pulled something out of his pocket. It was a silver ring. She looked at it and noticed that there was a carving on the inside.
A/N - This was completely Taw @supersoldierslover idea . Thank you so much . You know I love you .And I am so fucking happy that you liked it . If any warnings should be added pls send me an ask . I do not want to make anyone uncomfortable.
[ insert Steve and Bucky image , since my stupid wifi wasn’t uploading a pic]
Walking around the tower , eating biscuits , listening to
music , talking to few of the agents , you spend the last hour waiting for
Bucky to come back from the meeting .
2 WEEKS . Two weeks since Bucky and Steve were sent on
different missions . Two weeks since you had seen either of them . Two weeks
since you had touched yourself . Two weeks since you were properly fucked . Two
weeks filled with burning desire to be filled , and to orgasm . But you still
remember the last words uttered by your boyfriends before leaving for their
“No touching . Okay baby doll . Behave and you will be
There was no way they’d know if you did pleasure yourself ,
but you wanted to behave . You knew if you refrained until the time they came ,
you’d cum harder than ever .
But now Bucky was back home in the tower , but you couldn’t
do anything . The meeting was sure to last another hour . So you decided to
have a little fun of yours .
You went back to the room , put on your sexy matching
lingerie that you knew both of them liked .
It was pink in colour . They liked it because you looks sexy
and innocent at the same time.
You stood in front of
the mirror admiring the way it looked .Picking up the phone in your left hand ,
your right hand under your panties , you clicked a picture and send it to the
group chat that you guys created for the three of you . A little teasing
wouldn’t hurt .
could you maybe, if you like, write a summary of what the finale would have been like if it was written to your liking? Judging by how much I agree with the stuff you say about the Master, and how they are my favourite character, I'd be delighted to hear what your perfect finale would be!
Okay, so most of it would stay the same at first, although I might throw in an extra scene or two to explain exactly what the Masters were doing during the two weeks at the farm house before Bill wakes up. Maybe a conversation between Missy and Twelve that lays more groundwork for her change of heart later, and a nice solo scene between Simm and Twelve (we never actually get one in the episode) that makes it clear why he refuses to side with the Doctor in spite of his final actions in The End of Time. Something like: “We could stand together, like we did against Rassilon.” “You think I did that for you? That was about me, about my revenge.”
Anyway, things then progress the same way they do in the episode until Gomez stabs Simm and he shoots her. I would either leave out the line about her being unable to regenerate, or imply that she remembered this event happening and planned for it by sabotaging his screwdriver so she didn’t get the full blast. Whatever the case, she’s injured but alive and stumbles on to find the Doctor.
I know I said I wanted a moment of them standing together, but I think what I would actually do is have her run into Bill instead of the Doctor. Bill tells her the Doctor’s about to blow up the floor, so Missy somehow finds a way to shield Bill from the explosion, which would explain how Bill miraculously survives while all the other Cybermen are destroyed, and allows the Master to make up for previously being responsible for Bill’s conversion (which, in spite of Simm making a big deal out of how the Doctor will never forgive them for it, isn’t addressed much in The Doctor Falls).
Bill and Missy are then both convinced the Doctor is dead. I’m not sure if I’d have Missy actually be there when Bill finds his body or if she leaves before then, but she definitely thinks the Doctor has died, so she chooses to move on. She says she’s going to try to find a way off the ship, assuming she survives her injuries—it’s left vague whether or not she’ll need to regenerate, leaving it open for future writers to either bring Michelle back or cast a new actor—and she says she might even take up travelling like the Doctor once she escapes, so she can try to see the universe the way he saw it. She offers to take Bill with her, but Bill refuses—everything she had is gone, and she just wants it all to be over. So Missy leaves and Bill cries over the Doctor’s body and then everything continues in the same way it did in the episode.
The tragedy of the original is preserved, because the Doctor still thinks the Master turned away from him in the end, the Master thinks the Doctor’s dead, as does Bill, and Nardole of course thinks everyone’s dead. But this time the Master’s story ends with a spark of hope, and she actually contributes to the plot in a more meaningful way and we get to see her save someone (even if it isn’t the Doctor).
An extra bonus is that future writers can still do anything they want with the character—they can bring Michelle back or create a new Master, and they can preserve her character development or say that she ultimately couldn’t handle being good and went back to her old ways, if they want to bring her back as an antagonist. It fulfills her arc but doesn’t close it off completely.
Do you ever visit your kids, or do you just pay the child support?
Their mum’s usually only want me to pay support, i mean, i’ve met a couple on tours, actually i have a picture with one of my daughters! let me find it really quick.
Good kid, she has eyes like i used to, and well, hair like mine too.
If I’m not too busy and can find a long enough time off i sometimes try to pay a visit to any i still have some form of contact with. They didn’t chose to have me as a father, a never around rock star dad and all that, so, dropping by and proving rumors true at schools is usually pretty entertaining.
I screwed around in my past and i’m not gonna make them feel like they are a burden from that.
heard a rumor that sometime during the pens' "dark years" there was a sort of attempted coup led by among others orpik and staal that tried to get sid stripped of the captaincy. it didn't go anywhere because geno came in to their secret players-only meeting, told them to shut the fuck up, and that was the end of that. just a rumor - but if it isn't true, it ought to be.
This was during Sid’s concussion, mind you, when there were grumblings about players being discontent in the locker room because they thought Sid’s concussion was less severe than it was or that he was symptom free…idk, man. I never got that logic; anyone who even has an inkling of an idea of the kind of person Sidney Crosby is, knows he’d have been back on the ice if he was physically able to. That just never made sense to me.
Anyway, my favourite part about this story isn’t just that Geno shut them down, but that he supposedly leaked the story to the press, which became a huge deal, led to the instance of all the Penguins players wearing a C in practice to support Sid, and pretty much quieted the rumours of the aforementioned grumbling.
There’s a reason that Pens beat reporters will tell you that these last couple of years, more than any others, the Penguins have been wholly Sid’s team. Because there is Geno, who has Sid’s back first and always, and there’s Sid, who has his team’s back, who have each other’s backs.
Moral of this (potentially true story)? Do not fuck with Sidney Crosby, because Evgeni Malkin is having none of your bullshit.
What are your favorite things to argue about Steven Universe?
Bismuth being right.
Relying on an oppressor’s capacity for compassion has never worked.
But if Rebecca wants to say it does & paint a classist authoritarian regime in a sympathetic light thats her business. 👀