and she calls him out!

I’m all here for a Pre-Curse Adam oneshot where he lightly flirts with one of the girls he’s you know ‘hired’ to be at one of his parties and she subtly calls him out on his bullshit in some way like “you don’t even have friends to enjoy life with” and prince adam is left a bit starstruck/angry that someone said something to him like that but he’s also completely intrigued and follows them around for the rest of the night okay bye

  • Me: sees queen Elizabeth is trending
  • Me: hasn't had an emergency news alert from the BBC
  • Me: is confused

so apparently femshep’s official height is 5′3″, and garrus’ is 7′. that’s a height difference of a whopping 21 inches. I’m honestly so disappointed that this isn’t addressed in-game because you just know he’d absolutely rip the piss out of her for it 

“hey shep I’m pretty sure alliance regulations say that anyone under 5′7″ has to use a booster seat in the mako…” 

garrus…kiss ur tiny angry girlfriend before she decks you…

You’re going to need a person in your life who makes you smile even when you’re mad. Who knows your heart like the back of her hand and calls you out on your bullshit. Who says, “screw him,” and “I love you,” and, “you got this,” and really means it. Late nights of long phone calls and laughing until your ribs hurt. You need a person who sees you for what you can be, what you will be, and never lets you be any less. A weirdo, preferably. Who yells your name across street just to embarrass you. Who holds you when he breaks your heart and keeps you strong when he comes crawling back. Who tells the truth when she talks about life and makes you feel a little less alone. A person who is beyond words, beyond thanks, beyond what you could have asked for. Find this person. Trust me. You’re going to need her.
—  a thank you to my best friend, who is all of this and more
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Trump calls Meryl Streep “over-rated,” claims he didn’t mock disabled reporter (he did)

  • Well, we all saw this coming.
  • Trump called Meryl Streep “over-rated” in a tweet thread after she called him out out at the Golden Globes for mocking a disabled reporter.
  • Trump again denied mocking the reporter. 
  • Video evidence clearly proves he mimicked the reporter’s disability in the way he moved his hand. Read more
The Storm Within

Shawn was happy to have a few sunny days in LA to relax. A little break from the hectic tour schedule was good for him, and he might deny it but he had missed her. He denied it, just like he had ignored the fluttering of his heart when she had replied to his message with a simple: I’ll be there.

She was waiting for him and when he called out her name, she turned towards him a big toothy smile spreading across her face. Her eyes crinkling as she pranced towards him. He felt like someone had run him over with a bulldozer. She animatedly talked, bringing him up to date with all the gossip he had missed out on. He listened, enraptured by her voice, as she laughed and smiled and talked about everything and nothing. She spotted a record shop and begged him to go in to see if they had his album. He relented and followed her into the shop a smile curving his own lips. She started searching methodically through all the racks until she found a copy of Illuminate.

She examines the cover and when she looks at him again, her eyes have a mischievous glint in them. Oh no… She asks him questions and pokes at him, commenting on his hair, the guitar, the chair, his soulful expression.

Yes, he was asked to look into the distance.

Of course it’s a real guitar!

Yes, he still has it.

No, he doesn’t think his expression is that of a  “dramatically tortured soul”.

She keeps making fun of him, but he knows she doesn’t mean it. He remembers how she called him in tears when she had first listened to Hold On. He understands she is just trying to make him feel comfortable. After a lengthy discussion about his boots  - Yes he really does wear them in public – they exit the record shop only to get caught in the rain a few minutes later. Y/N shrieks when fat drops of rain start falling on her. He pulls her along as he starts running to his apartment, holding hands and laughing as they get soaked to the bone. Reaching his apartment, he pries the keys out of his wet jeans. He opens the door ushering her inside.          

Panting, laughing, desperatly trying to catch their breath, Shawn closes the door of his apartment. Locking the storm out, turning to Y/N only to hear his breath hitch. Wringing out her hair, her makeup washed away by the torrential rain and her wet shirt clinging to every curve, he had never seen her look more breathtaking.

She is beautiful.

She is off-limits.

She is gorgeous.

She is forbidden.

She is a goddess.

She is untouchable.

She is his.

Only she wasn’t, Shawn desperatly tries to keep himself together. But she was making it so difficult, looking at him with bright eyes full of trust and laughter. A private smile, reserved for her closest, truest friends. Swallowing thickly he looks away from her fearing what he might do should she look at him with her trustful eyes again. She is not his. Shaking his head he keeps his eyes fixed on his shoes.

“Shawn…” her melodic voice was a sweet drug wafting towards him, enchanting him, a poison slithering on his skin ruining him for any other woman. Pressing his eyes closed, he asquiesces with a barely managed nod. He jolts when he feels her small hand touch his arm, searing his skin. Still he doesn’t look at her, he can’t look at her.

Anger and disappointment were rearing their ugly heads as she grasps the edge of her shirt and pulls it over her head. Shawn was still refusing to so much as look at her. Look at me. Unbuttoning her pants she peels them from her damp skin and discarding them on the floor. Still, Shawn’s shaking form does not look her way. She feels a sudden rush of courage fueled by anger roar through her. Look at me. She grasps his face in her hands forcing him to look at her. Startled Shawn’s hazel eyes fly open. His eyes skirt her figure. She feels his jaw clench shut even tighter at the sight of her bra clad breasts. Look at me. Determined to show him that he could not simply get away with furtive glances and heated gazes when he thought she wasn’t looking, she brings his face closer to her own. A panicked expression settles upon his features.

“We can’t… Y/N we can’t.” he feebly protests, his gazed fixed on her pink lips.

“Shawn I want to…” she breathes against his lips. “Don’t you?” He feels the confidence seeping out her. He feels her determination leave her. He knows in this moment, if he says no she would never again look at him the same way. She would move on, she wouldn’t look at him with the hint of a promise of more ever again. She would settle for friendship with him. A better man maybe would come along and would treat her the way he wanted to treat her.

A fierce pang of jealousy echoes through his body. She was his. His. Not anyone elses. He let loose a low moan as he brought his lips to his. Finally, finally, finally he is tasting her. Her breath hitches in the most delicious way as he wraps his arms around her waist lifting her up and pressing her against the door. Her arms wrap around his neck, and her legs lock around his waist. Perfect. She fits against him perfectly.

“I do, I do, I do.” He moans into her mouth. Her mouth opens on a silent plea for more. His calloused hand slides across the skin of her smooth back, bringing her body closer to his. Not close enough, Shawn lets out a frustrated groan. Detaching himself from Y/N, he quickly takes his shirt off. Y/N barely has time to let loose a whispered wail of discontent that Shawn is already reclaiming her mouth with a bruising force. She sighs happily into his mouth, but he is not close enough to her. He has to be closer, much closer to her. He moves his lips to the glorious column of her neck. Mouthing kisses against her skin he feels her throat vibrate on a hushed moan as her nails dig into his shoulders.

He breaks. He stumbles through the apartment, towards the bedroom. He needs to be able to lie her down, to bare her completely to him. He needs to see her body, he needs to feel her body. Gently lying her down on the bed he sits up and takes off his wet jeans.

“Take it all off.” She whispers, looking into his eyes.

“You’ve never…? Have you?” He breathes the question. She shakes her head, a blush blossoming on her cheeks and making it’s way down her neck.

“Are you sure about this?” he asks holding his breath, expecting, knowing she will say no as she realises the extent of what is about to happen.

She squares her shoulders, looks him straight in the eye and affirms:

“Yes I want to. I want to with you.” Her answers shatters the last of his decency, as he discards his boxers. He quickly fetches a condom from his bedside table throws it on the bed next to her and crawls up her body.

Fuck…” Shawn kisses her cheek, her mouth, leaving a trail of fiery kisses down her neck. Her breathing coming in fast puffs as he slowly makes his way towards her breasts. He sucks a deep purple bruise between them. A bruise that will remind her of this instant for weeks. A proof for this unbelievable moment. He slips his hand behind her and manages after a few tries to undo her bra, throwing it aside. She is turning her eyes away, shying away from his gaze. Don’t. He hadn’t realized he had said it out loud until she turns her head looking down where his hot breath fanned over her breast. As he licks at her nipple, he watches with delight as she tries to squirm away from his touch only to realise she cannot escape his touch as his arms are on either side of her body. She is at his mercy. He sucks her nipple into his mouth and watches her mouth drop open, a murmured Shawn escaping her lips. He lets his teeth graze the tip of her nipple, the genuine cry of shock she lets out, music to his ears. He can’t quite believe that he is here with the girl he calls his best friend.

Seeking support her hand grasps the nape of his neck. Beautiful, he thinks as he moves lower on her body, continuing his exploration of her body by leaving kisses on her soft stomach. Her hand curls more firmly around his neck, he reaches for it, clasps it in his own and presses it into the mattress at her side. His right hand sinks lower towards the hem of her underwear, panting, he slowly removes the wet garment from her body. And oh so slowly she is revealed to him. So fucking perfect, and his, always his. In a sudden bout of hesitation she tries to close her legs, but no she can’t, he won’t allow her to hide herself. No. He wraps his hand around her round thigh and settles himself between them. His erection nudges the soft skin on the inside of her thigh, he bites his lip a muffled moan of her name slipping through. He looks into her eyes, had she not known him for so many years she would not have detected the hesitation in his gaze. But she confirms her intentions by very slowly letting her hand travel down the planes of his stomach, over his abdomen until finally she reaches his thick cock. She wraps her hands carefully around his shaft. Fuck.This moment, how long had he dreamed about this precise moment. How many times had he woken up, a palm pressed against his crotch and her name on his lips. Too many. He cannot stop his hips from thrusting into her small fist. He drops his forehead to hers, closing his eyes and thoroughly enjoying the feel of her hand against his hot skin. A broken moan leaves his mouth as she flicks the tip with her thumb, his other hand still entwined with hers tightening its grip. His arm trembles with the sheer effort to keep his weight from crushing her smaller frame. He squints his eyes open, looking into her eyes, her pupils blown wide with desire and wonder. He had tried to ignore his feelings, frantically pushed them aside when they bubbled up in his chest at the thought of her, of her smile, of her eyes. And yet she had long ago bewitched him, casting a spell on him. She had never asked for his heart, yet he realised she had always owned it. She bites her soft pink lips, taunting him, tempting him to kiss them. He crushes his mouth against hers in a violently desperate kiss. Swallowing her mewls of pleasure, he revels in her taste. He pulls back, leaving barely an inch between their lips.

“Are you sure?” he breathes against her swollen mouth. He closes his eyes, not being able to bear the thought of a rejection. Her hand squeezes his cock lightly, increasing the torturous pressure. Her lips trail up his jaw before resting against his ear.

“Teach me.” She whispers. Christ. His eyes snap open, dazed he looks at her for a moment. She trusts him, she feels comfortable and safe with him. The realization sends blood rushing to his cock, he reconnects their mouth in a tender yet sloppy and uncontrolled kiss. His hand leaves her thigh to blindly search for the condom, as he frenzily grinds into her crotch. He barely manages to put the condom on correctly as he looks at her flushed body crying for more. She murmurs incoherrent pleas of please, Shawn, oh god Shawn please. He positions himself at her entrance. Her breath hitches, he stops breathing. Slowly, gently, lovingly he presses into her. Her free hand grips at the sheets as he finally finally bottoms out. She heaves out a strained breath.

“Am I hurting you?” he whispers, his breathing ragged from the effort it requires him to stay still as she gets used to the feel of having him inside her. She shakes her head, looks up at him and utters a barely audible “It feels weird.” She clenches and unclenches her muscles familiarising herself with the feeling of fullness. Shawn barely manages to stop the involuntary thrust his hip gives. He lets his head fall into the crook of her neck. Too much.

“Y/N you will be the death of me.” He says in a pained tone. He waits patiently, anxiously for her to adjust to his size. He kisses her neck, mouthing at the sensitive skin, desperately trying to distract himself from the delicious torture of her fluttering walls, stretched around his pulsing cock.

“Shawn… please move.” She begs him quietly. He pulls out a few inches before slowly pressing back into her welcoming body. Her leg wraps itself around his middle, the heel of her dainty foot pressing into his tailbone urging him to do more… He barely pulls out now, just grinds into her body, his pubic bone rubbing against her clit in slow torturing motions. Her softly moaned Shawn penetrates his body, settling like a warm blanket over his heart. Her hips try to rise, seeking more friction, his hand grabs her waist and pins it to the mattress. His. He grinds into her more forcefully, her walls clench down, holding his shaft in an iron grip. A gasped oh leaves her bruised lips. Her back arches, pressing her breasts against his hard chest. Her free hand flies to his shoulder, nails digging into his skin. His own broken moan leaves his mouth, mingling itself with the wet sound of his cock pressing deep into her. He whispers her name over and over again as he grinds into her. He feels her walls clenching violently as he presses his forehead against hers.

“You’re close.” He breathes.

So am I.

So am I.

So am I.

He thrusts into her. She shatters. Her unrestrained moans ring in his ears as he presses into her. Her head twist to the side, her eyes squeezing shut. He lets go of her hip to grasp her chin making her look at him again. Guiding her through her orgasm, he feels the tight pressure in his abdomen become almost unbearable.  As she clamps down on his cock riding out the final wave of her orgasm, he comes. Her name a sinful prayer on his lips, he spasms in her body.

Her hand releases his shoulder, five crescent moons imprinted into his flesh. He gently pulls out of her, untangles her leg from around his waist and slips out of the bed to get rid of the condom. He quickly crawls back in, instinctively reaching for her and pulling her closer to him. She cuddles into his chest as he draws shapes onto the skin of her back. Her small palm rests against his chest, he breathes in her smell and presses a kiss to her head.

His.

i know he’s using a radio BUT its metaphorical because they’re not on the same plane because beacon hills doesnt have a train station so they’re nowhere near close that radio signals could ACTUALLY reach so the ONLY reason this radio is working is BECAUSE its stiles that is using it and LYDIA is listening. its the same way she heard him calling out for her over the radio when he was unconcious and being terrorized by the nogitsune - she is tuned into him and that just

  • Regina: You can't just go around killing people!
  • Robin: Oh, so it's fine for you to have a vault of hearts and kill random peasants, but when I try to kill one person, I'm the bad guy?
  • Regina: Based on everything else that's happened in this show, yes. Murder is wrong except for when I do it. The sooner you accept that, the better.
3,459 Miles ~ Jack Maynard

Characters: Reader X Jack Maynard X Conor Maynard X Jack’s ex

Word Count:  1043

Summary: Reader in love with Jack but lives in New York, Jack’s gf cheated on him. Conor calls the reader in concern and she flys out.

Requested: Yhas

Not my gif


Originally posted by conorshickey


It’s not every day you find yourself running through the airport with a duffle bag, shouting apologises at people whom bang bags with, but let’s be honest you wouldn’t be doing this if you only booked the flight only an hour ago.

Why are you running again?

Well this is why.

Two hours before…

You were editing a video you had done, where you talked about the meaning of some photos on your phone. Most of them were pictures of you and buttercream squad, you used to live in London around a year ago but you had to move to New York due to this amazing opportunity with bring out your own makeup.

You lived in an apartment with the love of your life, Jack Maynard. Unfortunately, he saw you as his best friend and had an amazing girlfriend called Lilly, however when you moved, Jack moved out and into an apartment with Josh and Conor. Luckily, your other best friend had moved with you and had left her boyfriend, Conor behind. She was actually out in London now visiting Conor and secretly looking for apartment for the both of you, your two year New York move had been cut to a year and you wanted to get back to London so bad.

You missed the buttercream squad so much that it was starting to drive you insane, you speak to them every day and actually FaceTime them every week but Jack had stopped texting/face timing you two months ago. It hurt like a bitch when Jack had ignored all your texts and declined your calls, the boys didn’t know what had happened either and cornered Jack into telling them only to get “Fuck off, it’s none of your business.”

It leads to a lot of shit on twitter too, your fans and Jack’s fan had noticed you guys hadn’t tweeted each other every day or had posted pictures of each other for throwback Thursday or had funny face competitions on Snapchat. The fans shipped you two together since he first appeared in your YouTube video you posted at 19, it did cause arguments for both you and Jack when you had got into a relationship.

Jack may never mention you in his YouTube videos anymore but you did, you just edited a photo of you and Jack laugh with mud and cream all over the two of you. That day was one weird ass day but you loved it.

Just as you were placing the photo on the video your phone rang and the older Maynard sibling ID showed up.

“Hmm what have I won to get a call Mr. Maynard.” You teased.

“Y/N.” Conor spoke.

“What? What’s happened? Is everyone okay?” You rambled into the phone in panic, Conor never called you by your name it was always pinkie or shorty; Your name means something had happened.

“Jack and Lilly broke up.”

You felt happiness build up inside you but it crashed down when you realised Conor sounded angry. “What happened?”

“You know he stopped speaking to you two months ago? Well turns out it’s because she had cheated on him. He has been getting drunk and staying in hotels when he was ‘seeing Lilly’, Y/N I’m worried about him. Please help me.” Conor pleaded.

“Pick me up from the airport tomorrow morning.” And with that you hung up and flung yourself off the bed, booking a flight, texting Conor what time to pick you up, packing a duffle bag, jumping in a cab and catching the flight.

Present time…

Running outside the aiport you noticed a sleepy Conor leaning against his car with Y/B/F/N standing next to him. Conor was the first one to notice you and walked slowly towards you opening his arms for you to run into.

No greetings were said, pulling out the hug you jumped in the car and watched Conor drive through the streets till you reached the Maynard/Pieter’s apartment. Conor nodded at you and you jumped out the car and run up the stairs to the apartment, pulling out the spare key the boys gave you before you left to New York you let yourself in.

The apartment was silent besides the sound of someone crying, Josh, Conor and Y/B/F/N had left the apartment to give you and Jack some time. Taking your shoes off, you walked towards Jack’s room and listened to the cries that were escaping his mouth.

Frowning you opened his door to see something that made you want to break into tears, Jack’s room was trashed, bottles of alcohol were on the floor, and Jacks shaking body was crashed onto his bed. You silently closed the floor and made your way to his bed, crawling onto it you grabbed Jack by his shoulder causing him to jump and turn to face you.

You stared at each other in silent before he tackled you into a hug, his head in your neck as his hold body shook with sobs. “Sh, I’m here. I’m here now.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Jack repeated into your neck, tightening his hold on you.

“Nothing to be sorry for, it’s okay Jack.” You whispered hands running in his hair.

“Don’t leave me, please Y/N. Don’t leave me.”

“Jack.” You spoke softly, Jack brought his head up staring at you. “I didn’t travel 3,459 miles just to leave you. I’m not leaving anytime soon; I’ll be here till you get sick of me. I promise you.”

Jack smiled at you with a look in his eyes you couldn’t make it, “Can we just lay here and cuddle?”

Nodding your head, you climbed into his bed with Jack. You lay on your back while Jack placed his arm over you and stuffed his head in the crook of your neck, smiling down at him you placed a hand in his hair playing with it.

“Get some sleep Jack, I’ll be here when you wake up.” You whispered kissing his head while he nodded.

You laid in silence running your hand through his hair, feeling your eye closing feeling sleep crash down on you. Just before you went into dreamland you heard Jack mutter something.

“Travelled 3,459 miles to make sure I was okay; I knew I loved her.”


Last imagine today…. aslo @purple-alien-monkey is this fluffy enough or shall I make another one ;)

Man Clarke is so in love with him. Like she’s always loved him, but this season is really showing just how much she’s falling for him. ALIE called her out in Polis and she can’t hide from her own feelings now. She’s been different this season, she moves when he moves, she closes distances between them, she keeps taking peaks at him and letting little smiles come through. Girl fell hard and she knows it

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Then & Now

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The Librarians meme season 2  ⇒ Four Quotes [4/4]
“Cassandra. Please do not fangirl over the archvillain.’”

anonymous asked:

Could you PLEASE do these prompts. "I give up, she wants you and ONLY wants you." While Kate's in hospital in 4x01 Josh holds her hand but she calls him Castle in her sleep. Her storms out if the room and finds Castle coming to visit Kate Or Based on a pretty little liars scence. Rick sneaks into Kate's hospital room in 4x01 and kisses in her forehead while she's asleep

A/N: I hope you don’t mind that I attempted to combine both prompts into one and I hope this fill is at least somewhat close to what you had been hoping for.

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Castle pauses outside her hospital room, bends to catch his reflection in the glass window beside the door, and attempts to tame the mop of his hair. He hasn’t had the chance for more than a quick rinse in the shower since she had been admitted, unwilling to stay away for long. But his appearance isn’t what matters; all that matters to him is Kate Beckett, the privilege of knowing that she is living and breathing in the next room, that he gets to see her.

Rick takes a deep breath as he straightens up, adjusts the bouquet of flowers in his arms, and reaches for the door. But it swings open, the momentum so strong it slams into Castle’s shoulder, before he can even take a step forward.

He’s not exactly surprised to see Josh on the other side, but the repressed fury simmering in the other man’s gaze certainly isn’t what Castle would have expected, especially not after a visit with Kate.

Josh lets out a bitter scoff as the door swoops shut behind him and his eyes land on Castle. “Of course you’re here.”

Rick sighs, too tired, too worn, to do this with her boyfriend again. He just wants to see Kate. “Look, Josh, I’m not here to start trouble, I just-”

“That’s the irony,” Josh bites out, shaking his head incredulously while Rick’s brow furrows in confusion. “You don’t have to be here to start trouble. You never had to be there.”

“I… don’t understand,” Castle admits, shifting uncomfortably in front of the other man, cradling the flowers a little closer to his chest.

“You wouldn’t,” Josh mutters, scraping a hand through his hair and glancing back towards the door that leads to Kate. “You know what? I give up at this point. I’m not the one she wants anyway.”

Castle’s heart seizes, his grip on the flowers tightening, crushing, but like hell is he going to ask Josh to elaborate. Apparently, though, he doesn’t have to.

“She’s calling for you. She can barely even speak, can’t stay awake long enough to form a coherent sentence, but she’s been calling for you since they took the tube out of her throat,” Josh growls under his breath. “Only wants you.”

Her boyfriend – ex boyfriend? – turns before Rick can even think to respond, stalking down the hallway with anger and defeat radiating from his form in intimidating waves.

Castle waits until the doctor is completely out of sight and at no risk of returning, until the hammer of his heart has calmed from the confusion of Josh’s words, before he finally eases open the door to Kate’s room. 

She’s asleep in her hospital bed when he approaches, her body thinner than he remembered, fragile and small beneath the sheets covering her frame. The skin he can see so pale and papery, her face contorted into a troubled expression. He assumes it has to do with the obvious pain that must course through her system, the discomfort of the IV in her arm and the accompanying wires that extend from varying spots, the foreign cacophony of sounds the ER provides to fill the air all around her, the beep of her heart monitor loud and blaring.

His new favorite noise.

But then he notices the movement of her lips, hears the barely audible mumble slipping from her mouth as he drifts deeper into the room. He places her flowers on the nearest bedside table, adding to the vibrant assortment already surrounding her, and draws closer to her side, close enough to hear the rasp of her voice, what she’s saying.

“Castle.”

His breath catches in his throat, almost chokes him, but it’s the pained whimper that escapes her next, a sound he’s never heard before, that wrenches his heart and steals his attention.

“Kate,” he murmurs, touching tentative fingers to her cheek. Her skin is so cold, brittle; he strokes his thumb along the harsh bone of her cheek, hopes he can transfer an ounce of his warmth to her.

The deep crease that had claimed her brow slowly releases, the tug of her frown easing, allowing her features to find rest.

“Castle,” she mumbles again, his name like a mantra in her mouth – no wonder Josh had looked ready to kill him – and he knows it may not matter once she wakes, that she may not want him around as much as she apparently does while in slumber. But that was okay.

He’d wait until she does, if that’s what she wanted, if she remembers.

Castle bends to press his lips to her forehead, lingering there a second too long to inhale the scent of her beneath the overwhelming layers of hospital and trauma staining her skin. The aroma of cherries, vanilla, and Kate still clinging to the faded warmth of her skin beneath his lips.

“Right here, Kate,” he whispers before he pulls away, takes a seat in the lone chair at her bedside. “Not going anywhere until you tell me to.”

He hesitates before encasing her fingers in his hand, cradling her chilled digits within the cove of his palm, brushing his thumb along the gentle bumps of her knuckles. It’s mere seconds before he swears he can feel her fingers twitch within the embrace of his, in synchrony with the quirking corner of her mouth, the shift of her eyes beneath their lids.

She may not be conscious just yet, but she’s ceased in her calling for him, as if she knows he’s there, and he thinks it allows them both to find a temporary peace that they’ve been lacking since she’d bled out beneath him at Montgomery’s funeral, since they had both witnessed the man sacrifice himself in the hangar, since their fight in her apartment.

Castle sits back in his chair, but holds her hand just a little tighter.

So, since the writers wanted us to compare Fiona/Jimmy’s situation in Season 5 with Ian and Mickey’s. That’s what I did.

I transcripted Fiona and Jimmy’s last conversation in the show, which seemed to me like the most dense with information. And then I added some gallavich comments here and there. See if you agree with me. 

Fiona: “I do love you, you know”
Jimmy: “I love you too.”

When Jimmy first came back, Fiona told him he didn’t love him, and he called her out on it. She does love Jimmy - because when you have long-lasting relationship with people, most of the times in your life, you can never completely forget them. Ian and Mickey haven’t said their “I love you”’s yet. Actually, Ian’s never explicitely said it, but so far he’s been far more emotional with Mickey than Fiona was with Jimmy. Fiona avoided Jimmy’s touch, Jimmy’s kisses, Jimmy’s eyes. When they had sex, she cried and they had to stop. Also, Fiona was, at the moment, already in love with Sean a little (even though she was married to Gus, lol).

Fiona: "Would be easy to get back to our life together”
Jimmy: “Okay, good”
Fiona: “But it’s not who we are anymore.”
Jimmy: “Well, it could be.”
Fiona: “It’s not who I am anymore. I used to like the danger. The not knowing where you were… the bad boy.”

There’s a lot to say here. Firstly, in Ian and Mickey’s case, it wouldn’t be easy to get back to their life together - apart from the fact that their lives together were never quiet, so it’s not about going back to a domestic routine as much as it’s to create a new one. Actually, following Mickey, for Ian, is the hardest choice to make. It’s against all odds and all better judgement, because Mickey is an escaped convict.

But Fiona says it’s not who they are anymore. It’s not who she is anymore. She’s gone through major changes in her life, and she’s not attracted to Jimmy’s lies and mysteries anymore. Ian, on the other hand, is still attracted to Mickey. He’s undoubtedly a different person, and yet, the bond hasn’t faded. In fact, while Jimmy stalks Fiona, calls her and she doesn’t reply, shows up in her house without calling first, has stalked her for months before showing up, Mickey leaves Ian the room of choice, because he’s a much more functional lover now than Jimmy was then. While Fiona was attracted to the not knowing, the bad boy, Ian was attracted to Mickey while he was changing as a person, Ian changed Mickey and was changed by Mickey, and loved him all along. Even when he complained Mickey wasn’t the bitch-slapping, piece of southside trash he fell with, he wasn’t talking about who Mickey was, but was talking about how Mickey behaved with him. He was feeling the burden of being the sick one, who needed caring. He couldn’t face the change the bipolar was bringing in his life. It wasn’t about who Mickey was becoming, it was about who Ian was becoming to himself and to everyone else and to Mickey. 

Jimmy: “I’m not going to Dubai anymore.”
Fiona: “What?”
Jimmy: “I cancelled the trip. Already gave up everything for you.”
Fiona: “Why are you doing this?”
Jimmy: “We were right together, we are right together”
Fiona: “You said this was the biggest job you’ve ever had.”

Here, I’m just gonna say that this shows that Jimmy’s still lying, that Jimmy hasn’t changed as a person. Jimmy is still there, while Fiona’s in another place. Plus, Jimmy lying means the relationship wouldn’t be healthy, the relationship wouldn’t change. Jimmy’s still ready to lie to win Fiona back. He didn’t cancel the trip. The trip was already canceled. He’s trying to manipulate her.

On the other hand, Mickey never lied to Ian. And since Season 4, he even stopped lying to everybody else, and to himself. Because, again, he grew as a character, Jimmy didn’t. If anyone was lying after Mickey went to jail, it was Ian. Ian lied to himself to get over the pain he felt after splitting up with Mickey, and told himself he didn’t love him anymore, didn’t care. Luckily, last episode, we saw Ian resist for a bit, and then let go pretty quickly. He lied to Trevor, but he didn’t lie to Mickey. He’s being true to himself and to him, by showing that he can’t let go, he won’t let go. He still loves him. 

Jimmy: “I don’t care about any of that. I want us to have a life. Just tell me you want the same thing. Just tell me.”
Fiona: “Part of me does want that. But I need something else now.”
Jimmy: “Gus?”
Fiona: “I don’t know. But I know it’s not you. You have to let me go. You have to let me let you go. I need you to do that for me.”

Final part. Jimmy lies again, but is honest when he says that he wants them to have a life together. And Fiona is honest when she tells him that part of her wants to be with him, but the other part, the strongest one, know that she doesn’t need him now. She needs something else. Probably, stability. Health. Rest. She knows she doesn’t need Jimmy.
In Ian’s conversation with Fiona, he says that nothing gives him the thrill Mickey gives him. And you know that by thrill, he means emotion, happiness, passion, being there, being loved. Yes, that’s right: not even his job gives him the ‘thrill’, and it’s a thrilling job, I assure you. 
So Ian knows that he needs stability, but he also knows that he needs feeling things again, because he has gone two years without Mickey, and has realized that he’s never really been happy all along. He doesn’t want Mickey to let him go, although Mickey gives him the freedom to. Mickey is ready. “This goodbye?”, he asks, ready to be rejected once again. Ian seems conflicted: he knows he’s making a choice that will put his routine, his health, his freedom, at risk. And yet he takes that choice for the third time in the episode. Because he knows what he needs. And what he needs, right now, is Mickey. 

The writers have built Ian’s self-confidence, his self-awareness, his judgement up since Season 6. he’s been building himself up since then. So there’s no point in pretending that his decision-making has failed this time. There’s no point in pretending like he’s manic and that’s why he chose risk-taking, dangerous thug Mickey. Why make him grow as a character for the whole season, only to then say “ops, he made a bad choice, guess he wasn’t as stable as you thought, huh?”

That’s not only boring and stupid, but it’s insulting towards Ian Gallagher’s character. 


You missed a spot

Tumblr has done an irreparable damage to me and that is giving me so many good, fluffy, smutty Steve fics that I have him stuck in my brain now-(cries)

Just late (very late) night inspiration that of course is not as good as it it in my brain, but this is a thing I do.

Word count: 631

Notes: None?


“You have five seconds to tell me why you’re still holding my hand, Captain” Y/N said as her eyes gazed down to their joined hands before looking up at him. A small smirk played on her lips as a hint of mischief made its way to her narrowed Y/E/C eyes.

Steve eyes widen and she could had sworn his cheeks became a light dusty shade of pink as he cleared his throat while he rubbed the back of his neck with his other hand, clearly embarrassed as she called him out on the simple action. His mouth parted to say something, but it never left his lips as Y/N interrupted with laughter while her head shook side to side making the hero slightly confused as he watched her.

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