and she's getting the attention she deserves

anonymous asked:

(1/2) If it is the guy I told you people were speculating about, then I understand why Lili didn’t come forward with his name. I thought she didn’t want to give the guy’s name since he might be a nobody today and she didn’t want him getting all the attention instead of the pressing issue at hand (sexual assault), but if X is her harasser, then revealing is name might have turned things ugly. He has become a beloved international star since X movie came out, with dedicated fans who would

harass and bully the shit out of Lili, calling her a liar and attention seeker, which is the last thing she needs. Whoever her harasser might be though, I hope the truth does come out one day as men who do shit like this deserve to be held accountable for their actions.      

Agreed….

And, again, all this assumes a LOT….and also, it’s Lili’s choice, which we need to respect and honor. As an FYI to everyone, I’m done discussing this. Anything further (especially on anon) will be deleted     

“I came here to meet a girl that I know from the Internet. She’s coming all the way from Belarus. It’s nothing sexual. Just a friendship. Her name is Olga. We’ve known each other for seven years but this is the first time we’re meeting in person. She’s supported me through a lot of hard times. I get bullied a lot. People at my school often call me names and try to start fights with me. They send love letters to other guys in my name. Olga has comforted me a lot. She checks in with me throughout the day. She says things like: ‘You don’t deserve it.’ And ‘Don’t pay attention to them.’ Her messages have really helped me get through the last few years– even if they were just words on the Internet.”

(St. Petersburg, Russia)

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endless list of favorite relationships |→ sookie and rory

“Okay, I’ve got it from here, Sookie. I love you.

Sugilite: What was Sapphire’s deal?

For a long time since the reveal of Ruby and Sapphire, I’ve been seeing posts that (jokingly or not) suggest that Sugilite’s behavior, as a Fusion of Ruby, Sapphire, and Amethyst, was the result of the rambunctious Ruby and Amethyst dragging Sapphire along for the ride.

I kinda get why people say that, because obviously both Amethyst and Ruby are prone to anger and sometimes lack filters and coping mechanisms. Meanwhile, Sapphire seems so calm and in control. Surely Sugilite was mostly Amethyst and Ruby getting carried away.

But y’all have seen “Keystone Motel.”

“This will pass. She’ll eventually just burn herself out.”

Sapphire, when she’s upset, pretends to be above it all, ignores others’ emotions while denying the effects of her own, and even resorts to shaming those she loves when she’s not happy with their behavior. 

She can be callous. Cold. 

Sapphire is just as responsible for everything that went on with Sugilite as Ruby and Amethyst were. 

Now here’s the thing. Fusions can feel like they’re one being–especially when they get used to being fused–and though they’re “a conversation” and “a relationship,” they’re also capable of functioning like a single consciousness despite that they technically can never quite be “individuals.” So I do hesitate to pick apart “what comes from which Gem” when examining Fusions’ behavior. However, much like you can analyze the traits of a child and surmise which parent they “get it from,” you can sort of do that with Fusions. But there’s another element you have to keep in mind when you do this.

A manifestation of the fusers’ influence on each other.

Guide to the Crystal Gems is the source of this tidbit–a canon source authored by Rebecca Sugar. You don’t really see the “influence” aspect discussed explicitly in the show, but this implies that Fusions aren’t just what their components are, but what they inspire in each other. What they think of each other, what they expect from each other, what they want to be together. What they bring out in each other, regardless of whether that element is usually part of the individuals.

Look at Smoky Quartz. Before they appeared, Steven and Amethyst had just had an arc with a competitive and self-deprecating tone which led directly to forming Smoky for the first time. They literally fought each other over who was the worst, had a discussion of not living up to what they were supposed to be, and aired their grievances over the proper path to improvement.

“Us worst Gems stick together, right?” “That’s why we’re the best.”

Amethyst and Steven literally formed their collective identity based on their low self-esteem and feelings of inadequacy. They play it like a big joke, of course, cracking puns and offering distractions, but when Sardonyx presses them during their second appearance in “Know Your Fusion,” Smoky heaps on the self-abuse.

“I guess zero plus zero equals zero. They say two wrongs don’t make a right–I guess I’m living proof that that’s true! I’m just one big super-wrong good-for-nothing dud with a yo-yo!”

Delivered with a smile. 

Supposedly it’s a common trait of youngest children to be the comedian of the family–if you’ve spent your whole life feeling like those who came before you have won all the awards, done it all before you, and met stratospheric goals before you even found your feet, you might feel like there’s no point in performing well, so you joke about it and poke fun at everything, including yourself. Amethyst and Steven have both spent a lot of their lives feeling like the youngest child who’s a bit of a screw-up with whom everyone must be patient. Smoky doubles that feeling, and when they start to feel inadequate, out come the self-deprecating jokes.

Sugilite is more complicated because she’s a three-Gem Fusion, but I’d like to first refer to my “How Fusion Relationships Work” post and assert that Sugilite is far more a relationship of Amethyst and Garnet than she is a relationship of Amethyst, Ruby, and Sapphire. If Sugilite were to internally argue with herself the way Alexandrite did in “Fusion Cuisine,” you’d probably hear Amethyst’s and Garnet’s voices, not Ruby’s or Sapphire’s. I could be wrong, but I think Sugilite is better understood as Garnet and Amethyst’s Fusion. Therefore, to find out what comes from Sapphire and what comes from Ruby in Sugilite, it makes more sense to pick apart where their traits feed into Garnet first.

Sardonyx and Sugilite are both Garnet Fusions. And Sardonyx and Sugilite have both shown an incredible capacity for showing off for Steven. We know Pearl loves to perform, but Sardonyx seeks to impress through grace and precision, while Sugilite is about power. That is likely a strong Amethyst trait–she REALLY wants to be strong, and she thinks Garnet is this incredible pillar of strength. Amethyst’s beliefs about Garnet and desire to be strong would feed into making Sugilite the powerhouse she is.

And Amethyst also has abandonment issues.

“What about ME, huh? I had someone who was always there for ME until she started hanging out with YOU!”

What was Sugilite’s apparent main complaint?

“You left me behind!”

She was left alone with no one to perform for, no one to encourage her or make her feel cool for being strong enough to take out all those pillars.

This seems like an awful lot of Amethyst, but what about Garnet?

“We don’t need to be careful. We just need to be huge.”

Get the job done, Garnet. Who cares about Pearl’s feelings? Who cares if there might be some speed bumps? It’ll turn out with the result we need, and that’s all that really matters.

Well, that’s some Sapphire there.

That’s probably exacerbated further when all the frustration and feeling of being left out was amplified by Amethyst’s perspective, and it’s all directed at Pearl. What might Sugilite be thinking about Pearl? “She’s to blame! She took Steven away and abandoned me! She called me ‘too much’ because she’s just too little! And now she wants me to unfuse just when I’m enjoying myself! She’s probably just jealous Garnet didn’t pick her instead!”

There’s a ton of feeling in there and not a whole lot of thinking. And feeling is something Ruby does extremely well. Meaning she does a lot of it, and she doesn’t think about the past or the future. Now is all she can think about, and her incredibly important, long history with Pearl and any future consequences are beside the point in the face of all that emotion. Sugilite feels hurt and angry and vengeful now. And she has a ton of power that this little Gem Pearl wants to take from her. She won’t let it happen.

But here’s something complicated. Ruby is emotional, but she isn’t selfish. She’s almost entirely selfless. I mean that literally, too–at the beginning of her life with Sapphire, she expressed that it didn’t matter if she was broken because there are tons of her. Even more recently in her life, in “Jailbreak,” she cared about what happened to Sapphire but had no thoughts for herself.

“Did they hurt you?” “WHO CARES??”

And if you listen to her rant about Blue Diamond in “Gem Heist,” Ruby still offers an onslaught of anger that has almost nothing to do with slights against her.

“She’s a shatterer! She yelled at Sapphire, she hates fusion and love!”

Hear that? Blue Diamond had specifically threatened to shatter Ruby, but she doesn’t say “she threatened to shatter me.” She just uses general terms about her being “a shatterer” before launching right into how Blue Diamond mistreated Sapphire and hates their union. And, going back to “Keystone Motel,” it’s more of the same from Ruby: she’s angry not because Pearl personally hurt her, but because Pearl disrespected fusion. Disrespected Garnet.

“It’s FUSION, Sapphire! What’s more personal to us than fusion?”

She’s so, so angry, but it’s on behalf of their relationship, not on her own behalf. She’s not mad at Sapphire for wronging her. She’s mad at Sapphire because this is about fusion. Without fusion, Ruby doesn’t even think of herself as worth something to be mad about. But the fusion she’s contributing to? Wow, nobody better EVER say anything against THAT, or insult it for ANY reason!

So, no doubt this is magnified in Sugilite.

“I AM myself, and I’m SICK of being split up!”

Amethyst’s respect for power, Ruby’s respect for fusion partnerships, and Sapphire’s respect for outcome over process all contribute to Sugilite’s motives. But Amethyst’s sullenness over abandonment, Ruby’s single-minded emotion, and Sapphire’s callousness make those motives manifest in a destructive way.

When Garnet is just Garnet, she has effective coping mechanisms most of the time, at least when it comes to losing control. But Ruby’s EXPLOSIVE emotion is very present in Garnet–we repeatedly see her punch first and ask questions later, or break things just because she’s pissed off. Sapphire’s soft-spokenness and withdrawal from full engagement are also very present in Garnet, and we see her withholding emotion or letting her overconfidence make her stubborn. But she’s balanced, and she carries leadership without cracking, and she rarely makes her problems into other people’s problems.

But when Garnet is part of Sugilite, emotion is streaming in from Amethyst AND Ruby, and neither of those Gems likes to think outside the present. If you said Sapphire’s future vision and composure is “drowned out” by such passionate energy, you wouldn’t be far off, but I think it’s more nuanced than that: Sapphire’s traits manifest differently. Amethyst respects the heck out of Garnet, and Ruby feels like Sapphire matters far more than she does. Sapphire holds a good deal of the self-respect in Sugilite–the part of her that thinks she deserves attention, dignity, and honor. There’s still some aristocrat in her. In Sugilite, that respect is up against an overwhelming amount of self-directed belittling and inadequacy. So you get someone who knows she should be respected but feels that she doesn’t deserve it.

Ruby and Amethyst may be the source of Sugilite’s fury and pain, but without Sapphire’s cold indifference, she wouldn’t have ever posed such a threat. Some of the most brutal aspects of Sugilite may have their roots in Sapphire.

*Something Evak is released* 
instant translations, 1 billion gifs of them in every angle and analyses of their clothes all in the time span of five seconds

*Something w/ Sana is released*
maybe two gif sets after half an hour… 

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Versace on the Floor

Anon Request: Hi, can I ask for a story where you’re jealous/insecure over Tom’s reaction to Zendaya in the “Versace on the floor” music vid?

Warnings: jealous reader, Tom kind of being a jerk at first, ends in fluff

Tags:  @bubblyanarocks3, @broken-pieces, @yessy2012, @panic-to-thepilots


(Y/N) lay beside her boyfriend, half asleep as she rolled over to face him. A slow, piano introduction lulled her away from the grips of sleep. Slowly, her eyes opened from her nap and she rested her head in the crook between her boyfriend’s chest and shoulder.

“What are you watching babe?” she asked while dropping her arm across his  chest.

“Music video,” he stated as he held it above their faces. Upon seeing who was being showcased in the video, she couldn’t help the pain rising into her chest. (Y/N) and Tom hadn’t been together very long–she had come into his life on accident and for some reason, he decided to keep her around. She knew there was nothing special about her and had always struggled with the attention Tom receives from his female friends and fans, but her biggest insecurity was Zendaya.

(Y/N) hated how jealous she had become of her. She knew Zendaya and Tom were just friends, but when the rumors surfaced of them having a secret relationship–despite knowing they were fake–she couldn’t help but get herself worked up. It made sense. Zendaya and Tom had a connection; they worked well together. On top of that, she was kind hearted, sweet, down to earth, and stunningly beautiful. In reality, (Y/N) knew that Tom deserved to be with someone like Zendaya rather than herself: an insecure nobody who could be as replaceable as a trash bag. 

Slowly, (Y/N)’s eyes gazed along the man beside her. His face was glued to his phone screen and slowly, whether it be because his arm grew tired or he forgot (Y/N) was there, lowered it closer to his line of sight.

“Are you humming the melody?” (Y/N) asked in a tone of aggravation she quickly tried to mask through a laugh.

“Maybe,” Tom said with a low smirk, “shut up!”

“Exactly how many times have you watched this video?” (Y/N) inquired as she tried to drape more of her body across his to direct his attention to her rather than the screen.

“Maybe three, why?” he laughed while still glancing up at the screen but stealing peeks at the girl curled against him.

“No reason,” she muttered as she threw her leg across his thighs and hurried her face into his chest, her ear pressed gently just above his heart. As she listened to the beating of Tom’s heart and the rather sexually charged song, her own heart turned to stone as her eyes peered at the video for a moment–catching a bit where Zendaya traces her body and bites her lip before stripping out of the dress. 

Upon watching this, (Y/N) couldn’t help but acknowledge the increased rhythm of Tom’s heartbeat and the subtle pulse between his legs against her own. For a moment she tried to ignore all that she felt and heard just then but she was unable to hide her pain. Quickly, she rolled in the opposite direction, peeled herself from Tom’s body, and stared at the ceiling for a moment before sitting up and dangling her feet from the bed.

“Where are you going?” Tom asked as he glanced toward the girl who had just pushed herself from the edge of the bed and pulled a flannel over her bare arms and tank-top clad body.

“Hungry,” she lied as she paced through Tom’s room and toward the door.

“Can you make me something too?” he called after her. (Y/N) rolled her eyes as she heard his request and quietly made her way towards Tom’s joint living room and kitchen. “Babe?” Bounding from the bed, his heavy footsteps could be heard as he made his way toward her. “Did you not hear me?” he asked with a laugh as he put his arms around her.

“I heard you,” she grumbled.

“Then why didn’t you say something love?” Tom chuckled into her ear.

“Because you’re a grown ass man who can get his own food,” she said with a short tone.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?” he asked while trying to pull her into a close hug.

“Nothing,” she groaned while grabbing a spoon and the jar of peanut butter.

“Stop lying to me, (Y/N),” Tom pestered. “I know you’re angry.”

“I’m not angry,” she protested as she doubled dipped in Tom’s peanut butter jar.

“Passive aggressively double dipping means you’re angry. We’ve been together long enough for me to pick up on that,” Tom said while repressing a small chuckle as (Y/N)’s nose curled at his cocky behavior.

“Well double dipping is a stupid rule in the first place,” she gasped. “You’ll stick your tongue in my mouth but I can’t stick a spoon or chip in something twice?”

“My double dipping quirk isn’t on trial here,” Tom protested as he took the JIF from (Y/N)’s hands and screwed the lid on. “Your jealousy is.” Taken back by his assertive demeanor, (Y/N) raised her eyebrows and lowered her tone.

“Excuse me?” she started. “Do you mind restating that or is this what we’re going to do today?”

“How else should I put it? You’re angry and I can’t imagine why since nothing has happened besides me confiscating my peanut butter and showing you that video. Given that you were angrily eating my peanut butter, and passive aggressively double dipping, I’m guessing it’s the video that made you mad.” Tom breathed heavily as he leaned against the counter after placing (Y/N)’s snack behind him, forcing her to discuss the situation and physically approach him in order to get what she wants back.

“No, Thomas, it wasn’t the video,” she stated. Tom’s lips curled as she said his full name. She had never called him ‘Thomas’ before but he knew that couldn’t have been a good sign. “It was the way you reacted to the video.”Confused, Tom furrowed his eyebrows and stared at (Y/N) for an explanation. “Your heart was accelerating, you watched it repeatedly, and you can’t sit there and tell me that on that last bit you weren’t slightly turned on because I could feel it–I knew you were.”

“And so you automatically think I’m…I’m what, wanting to cheat on you? That you’re just some place holder until I can woo Zendaya?” 

“It’s not the greatest feeling in the world to think about someone you care about getting off to someone else,” (Y/N) grumbled while debating if it was best to leave the kitchen and try to abandon the situation or stew in the sheer awkwardness of what was happening.

“You’re too smart to be this fucking dense,” he huffed while tossing his hands into his hair in frustration. Equally frustrated at his maneuver, (Y/N) pushed past him and rinsed of the dirty spoon in the sink before pacing back into the bedroom and fighting the urge to lock herself in there. Desperate, she tried to search for her keys. “(Y/N),” Tom sighed, “what are you doing?” When she didn’t listen and continued to search for her keys, Tom’s tone started to harden. “Love, I was joking.”

Don’t call me that,” she stated as she spun back around to face him with tears resting along her eyelids.

“Darling, stop,” Tom called while stepping forward and taking hold of her arm. “Look at me,” he prompted as she stubbornly bit her lip and reluctantly brought her face to his. “Tell me what’s the matter.” With bitterness in her heart, (Y/N) looked Tom dead in the eyes and spoke.

“You’re too smart to be this dense,” she spat back.

“You know that’s not true, (Y/N),” he called out to her.

“Cut yourself some slack every now and then Tom,” she said in returned while breaking free from his grasp to wipe the tears that had started to fall.

“(Y/N),” Tom called as his girlfriend continued to search his room for her car keys. “(Y/N) wait!”

“What?” she snapped while turned back to him.

“What are you trying to do?” he asked in a calm, quiet voice.

“I’m trying to leave,” she stated.

“Why are you leaving?” he asked again, trying to calm himself so that he could help her come down from the elevated levels of anxiety rushing through her body.

“Because I don’t want to sit here and think about how you’re better off with anyone besides me,” she stated in aggravation.

“Why in the world would you think that, love?” he asked again, this time managing to lace his fingers into hers.

“Because,” she stammered while slipping her hand from his. “Because you deserve someone like her. You deserve so much more than the little I have to offer. You should be happy and after noticing your reaction to the video, I can see you’d be happier with her.” Tom hated to hear those words flow from her mouth. His lips bore together so tense there wasn’t a gap for airflow to be seen. His jaw line clenched and his eyes narrowed down at the girl before him. For a solid two minutes he stood in silence, trying to find the right words to say while trying to keep his heart from breaking as he witnessed this precious soul crumble before him.

“I clearly must not be a very good boyfriend for you to think that,” he said softly. Instantly, (Y/N)’s head perked up and her eyes exhibited the fear her heard had hidden. Tom could clearly see her lips mouth the word ‘no’ as she gasped for air. He extended his arms and pulled her against him; holding her around her shoulder blades, her arms slipped around his waist and he rested his chin on her shoulder. “I don’t want you to ever think that I don’t care for you. You mean so much more to me than any woman ever could and I should have told you that before. I should have told you loads of things before now that I haven’t and, I suppose it’s not proper timing to say this now, but I was thinking of you earlier.” Against his chest, as he spoke, Tom could feel (Y/N)’s breathing begin to slow and he pulled her even closer. “I was imagining if that were us, but I didn’t say anything because I, well I didn’t know how to say it.”

(Y/N) clung to Tom as tightly as he clung to her. Her light assault of tears had subsided minutes ago but she still wasn’t certain on whether to take his apology for all it was worth or not. She cared about him too much to lose him, but then again, she knew she had to preserve herself from any more potential heartache that would come from a half-assed apology. It wasn’t until she felt the slightly dampened shoulder of the flannel she wore that she realized Tom was equally hurt. She knew Tom was sensitive–in fact it was one of the features she found most relieving about his personality–but she wouldn’t have thought he would be so hurt by his own words. 

“You’re not a bad boyfriend, Tom,” she said softly as her arms loosened from his waist and she took his jaw in her hands. “You’re just too good to me that I sometimes think you’re too good for me.”

“I don’t ever want you to think that love,” he stated with such conviction as he pressed his lips against hers. “I love you, (Y/N), and I don’t want you to ever believe you’re not enough. You are more than I could have ever asked for and I am truly happy to share my time and my life with you.” He took her again in his arms and pulled her beneath the covers. While the world spun on they laid beside one another and slept in the purest form, comforted by the fact that the other was there and that their lives had grown closer through the argument caused by ‘Versace on the Floor.’ 

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Ivar x Reader

Requested by Anon

Warnings: Dom!Ivar, rough sex, I don’t know what it’s called when you squeeze someones throat but there’s that, fingering


Ivar scowled across the hall as he ate. Watching you dance and laugh with people. They clearly weren’t from Kattegat. The fact that they even dared approach you, let alone talk and dance with you, showed that they had no idea what happened to people who did.


Growing up you have been the only friend Ivar had, outside of his brothers, meaning he’d always been protective of you. Things only worsened when he came to the revelation that you, were a woman. No one could be left alone with you unless Ivar trusted them and after Ivar lashed out at Ubbe for flirtily hugging you one evening not even his brothers were safe from his jealousy.


“We should make her stop before Ivar get’s angry.” Ubbe muttered as he and Hvitserk sat either side of Sigurd.


“Ivar is always angry, does she not deserve some fun for putting up with him?” Sigurd countered and Hvitserk seemed to agree.

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At New York Comic Con (October 6, 2017), Peter Capaldi visiting Alice X. Zhang at her booth in Artist Alley is quite possibly one of the most sweetest and kindest gestures to date! 😊💕 Alice is one of of my top favorite Doctor Who artists; I’m extremely happy for her success! The joy and attention she gets from Peter himself (as well as the millions of others who love her work) is something she most definitely deserves! 😍❤️

Photo credits: Alice, her message from Peter, Jeremy Pick, and Nori (Peter is a seat stealer, but who can blame him? 🙃 )

My friend is complaining that her crush only texts her when he is drunk. I see her face go red and her hands go rigid and I can tell that this honestly bothers her. And I understand it, she deserves better. She loves him and he doesn’t even notice her when he is sober, and when he is drunk he only wants attention and knows where he can get it from.

But I cannot relate because I know that you only talk to me when you’re drunk, but I don't mind. We text each other like the old days and for a night, it’s like it was a year ago.

—  Who would have thought this is how it would all turn out?

Five seasons and over a hundred episodes later and we still know virtually nothing about Garnet. I’m not talking about Ruby and Sapphire or fusions or any of that, I’m talking about Garnet herself as a character. Where’s the episode Garnet talks about her grief over losing Rose? Where’s the episode where we see and hear Garnet’s stress as a leader and how nervous she must of been when she became unofficial leader after Rose died? Where’s the episode where Garnet sees the future where Rose becomes Steven, the episode where we see Garnet’s reaction to hearing the news that the vision she saw was right? I could go on, but you get the point.

What do we actually know about Garnet? How does she feel? We really don’t know most of the time and it’s like, all these episodes that have been dedicated to bland human characters, all these episodes both Pearl and Amethyst got that explored their own self worth issues and grief over Rose, but yet Garnet didn’t get a damn thing leftover. It’s really disappointing how little the crew cares for Garnet and how they rather write her as what she is rather than who she is.

love // dylan o'brien

Summary: Dylan shows Y/N the true meaning of love

Requested: no, inspired by my sis @stilinski-jpeg & this song

Pairing: Dylan & Y/N

Warning: no

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What is love?

Love is subjective.

It never feels the same way for two people, that’s why it’s so hard to explain what it is when people ask.

When you’re a kid, love is just a word that makes you feel bubbly inside. It makes you feel warm and protected. Although the words have no meaning to you yet, they still make you feel comforted.

Growing up, you only ever care about love when it’s Valentine’s Day.

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  • what she says: im fine
  • what she means: rian dawson is a great human being and makes me smile but i sometimes disappoint myself for not giving him the attention he deserves even though he's such a ball of sunshine that no one can ever hate. he's just a great person that deserves everything good in the world and shouldn't be forced against horrible things because he's just such a good man that dOESNT DESERVE TO LIVE IN A SHITTY WORLD.
Life Everlasting

Donovan, Elizabeth, James March x Reader

There was never a dull moment with your best friend Donovan and the love of his life, Elizabeth. She’s also referred to as “The Countess” by most. From the wildest parties to killing for blood, it was a unique friendship you shared.

1994 was when Donovan was turned. He went through a low phase of his life that resorted him to doing drugs and hanging around that blonde, frizzy-haired druggie, Sally McKenna. He couldn’t handle the dosage he injected, and luckily for him, The Countess was there to save his life and they’ve been together ever since.

When The Countess informed her brunette lover boy about being a blood sucker, he didn’t believe it at her first until she showed him her photos from every decade that she was lucky enough to be a part of as early as the 1920’s.

Of course, since Donovan was so infatuated with her, he wanted to be turned into what she is. And when he had a thirst he felt like he could never quench, she served him blood from her secret stash.

It didn’t take long for Donovan to tell you about his and Elizabeth’s nature. In fact, you wanted to become what they are because of the promise of “life everlasting”. Being able to live forever meant endless possibilities to you. Lucky for you, The Countess was more than willing to turn you since you’re her man candy’s best friend.


Rarely do you ever step foot inside of their residence, the Hotel Cortez because you were always out at parties and even traveling to all sorts of countries. But when you do step on the grounds of the hotel, it’s mainly you waiting in the lobby for Donovan and Elizabeth to come strutting out of the elevator.

You arrived earlier than usual today and you shot your best friend a text message about your arrival.

Donovan: “Just hopped in the tub. Feel free to come up if you want.”

Great. Knowing Donovan, he takes the longest baths and takes years doing his hair. You passed on his offer to be an occupant in his suite seeing that there’s a bar upstairs that you’d rather tend to. It was like a ghost town within these walls and the only sounds you hear is the music coming from the Blue Parrot Lounge. The lady tending the bar, Liz Taylor, isn’t a stranger to you as you know she’s been working this bar for many years.

“Well you’re a sight for sore eyes. How’ve you been?” Liz asked, sliding a napkin your way, knowing you’ll be ordering a drink.

“I’ve be great. I’m just, you know, waiting on my best friend who won’t be ready anytime soon.” You rolled your eyes at the thought of having to wait because you despise waiting on people.

“And what’s your poison for today, hmm?”

“I’ll take a Long Island, Liz.”

“Of course.”

All of a sudden, the air around you reaked of cigarettes. You no longer are the only customer of Liz Taylor seeing from the corner of your eye, someone sitting just 1 bar stool away from you. You couldn’t help but slightly turn your head to look and to your misfortune, it’s the one person you despise most in this world, Sally Fucking McKenna. When Donovan’s mom confessed that she was responsible for Sally’s death, all you could think was good riddance.

“Look what the cat dragged in.” You spat before taking a sip of your alcoholic beverage.

“Yeah. Surprised to see you in this dump.” She took a puff of her cigarette before insulting you. “Bitch.”

“Sally. You will treat this fine lady with respect.” The deep, male voice coming from behind you startled you. Sally responded by ashing her cigarette and leaving elsewhere.

“Thank you. Even though I had it under control.” You thanked the stranger who made his way to your view.

“Nonsense. It is I that values every guest that steps foot inside my hotel.” The man sat beside you. He was fair skinned, with a pencil thin mustache, groomed hair and wore a suit. Other than the tone of his voice similar to Clark Gable, the cigarette holder in between his teeth threw you off a little. It’s like this man used a time machine being fresh out of the ‘20s.

“You own this hotel?”

“Ah yes. Introductions are in order. My name is James Patrick March.” He said proudly as he gazed at the walls and light fixtures. Liz slid him a glass of whiskey and he took a sip, then brought his focus back to you.

“I’m Y/N.” You felt that an introduction of your last name was too old and formal for you.

“Might I ask, what brings you to my hotel?”

“Oh I’m just waiting for a friend.”

“I see. Do you care for a companion while you wait?”

“Of course of course. I enjoy making new friends.”

James shot you a grin before getting Liz’s attention. “Cleopatra, would you please get Y/N whatever it is she may need until she scurries off with her acquaintances.”

“What? No? I’m okay. I don’t mind paying for my drinks. Plus, it won’t be too long until my friends are ready.”

“No matter, dear. See to it that a stunning creature such as yourself deserves it.”

You almost choked on your own spit from James’s statement. No one as handsome as him has ever complimented you in that way and you couldn’t help but blush. You even crossed one leg over the other and straightened your back to look put together.

“T-thank you.”

The next few minutes led to you asking a handful of questions about James’s beloved hotel seeing that it makes him happy talking about it. He even listened in on your babbling about the extravagant parties you’ve attended in the past. But not yet have you informed him about your nature of being a blood sucker in order to survive.

You were too caught up in this bubble with James that you didn’t even notice your friends appearing behind you. And this time around, you wanted them to take their time because you wanted to get to know James more and more. After all, he is very charming and also good looking.

“James.” Elizabeth spat.

“Elizabeth.” James spat back, standing up to show his height compared to hers. You narrowed your eyes at the two in confusion for the sound of hatred for each other.

“All ready to go, love?” Elizabeth asked, gazing at you with those eyes covered in well blended eyeshadow and sharp, winged eyeliner.

“Huh?” You snapped yourself out of it. “Oh yeah let’s go.” Just as you were about to gesture your hand to shake James’s hand, he acquires your fingers, lifting it so that he could plant a kiss on your knuckles. Elizabeth scoffed at his gesture but you didn’t even noticed.

“Pleasure meeting you, Y/N.” James slowly let’s go of your fingers in his grasp as if it was a delicate object.

“Nice meeting you too James. I’ll see you around.”

As you were walking closer to the entrance and further away from James, you couldn’t help but glance behind you to take one last good look at him. There he was, his hands behind his back, still standing in same spot you said your goodbyes at, just watching you as you leave.

Once you passed through the doors of the Hotel Cortez with Donovan and Elizabeth by his side, you could already hear a car honking from a distance being it’s normal to hear every 5 minutes in Los Angeles.

James also didn’t leave your mind just yet and you couldn’t help but burden Elizabeth with your question. “How do you and James know each other?”

“Oh, just an old friend, sweetheart. We go way back.” Elizabeth shot you a quick elevator look, then brought her view back to the traffic as the three of you wait for your limo. “But, I see he’s taken an interest in you.”

“Are you serious? You’re kidding.” You crossed your arms in front of you in disbelief as you stifled a smile. The Countess has to be lying. But then again, when has she ever lied to you? She’s always been a very straightforward person with you.

“Really best friend?” Donovan scoffed playfully. “Only a fool wouldn’t notice.”

Wow. At first you thought James was just being friendly to you only because you’re in his hotel. But, finding out that he views you more than just that, even though this is the first time meeting him, brings butterflies in your stomach.

And now you want to find the soonest excuse to come back to the hotel Cortez so that you can resume your conversation with Mr. March.

I understand that it is very important to talk about Bellamy looking at Clarke in the prison cell. 

But I also really like the little moment where Kane is talking to Bellamy, and Kane knows that Bellamy might not be fully convinced of what he’s saying, so he pulls him over and speaks to him emphatically. And Bellamy is clearly moved, but can’t fully bring himself to fully believe what Kane is saying, because he hasn’t quite reached a place of self-acceptance, so all he can say is, “I hope so.” (With big puppy dog eyes, but ok, not relevant). 

And we have Abby and Clarke just waiting for them as they have their moment. We get a close-up of her glancing up at him before moving to go off with him.

With the cell scene, where I don’t think it’s conclusive what Bellamy feels (or if he is only thinking/feeling one thing at all), there’s a bit of ambiguity to Clarke here as well. But here we have a classic example that Clarke does pay attention to Bellamy as he does her. She has known from way back in 1x08 the way he can bear guilt on his shoulders. I don’t think his ‘I hope so’ is anything unexpected for her to hear.  But she listens, she takes note. She doesn’t rush him off in that moment. 

What she’s thinking could be a myriad of things. Comfort in seeing Kane being there for Bellamy? Conviction to get to saving the world so perhaps one day both she and Bellamy will truly be able to feel like they ‘deserve to survive’? 

And I know we sometimes joke about Kabby parenting their almost-married children Bellarke, but when she glances back at Abby, knowing that Abby heard the conversation too, it did strike me a little like - Hey mum, I’m leaving now, with him, and you know, he is still struggling, he is not perfect, but that’s alright yea? And Abby let’s her go. On a level, it does feel a like she’s marrying Clarke off. But hey, might be my shipper goggles eh? 

Stand By You

Summary: All your life, you’ve lived in the shadow of your stepsister, Serena. Now that you’ve established a life for yourself, Serena prances back into her life and tried to steal Steve, your crush, away from you. Just how much can you take?

A/N: This imagine reflects how I feel (minus the stepsister part because I don’t have a stepsister). I feel discouraged by a lot of people in my life, and my father and I aren’t really the best of friends. I consider myself someone who stands up for herself, but it gets real hard when I don’t have anyone backing me up. Low-key wish I didn’t have to stand up for myself all the time. Hopefully none of you feel this way. Happy reading!

Word count: 3,256.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader.


You stepsister, Serena, had a way of making things about herself. 

First, it was moving into your house. Your father had remarried a few years after losing your mother and slowly, his life revolved around around pleasing his new family. It didn’t help that he was a renowned businessman, meaning his time with you was already short, but Serena had a way of making sure he spent more time with her and less with you.

Then, it was during high school. She bloomed pretty quickly and her breasts grew in. The boys wanted to be her boyfriend and the girls wanted to be her best friend. Eventually, all your friends left you to become part of her posse and your father told you it was just a phase. You felt isolated. Your father and stepmother attended her cheerleading events, but didn’t attend your science fairs. They took her out to buy makeup and shop for clothes in Beverly Hills, but never took you to museums or saw you off when you flew to England for a science internship for a summer. Your father handed you a wad of cash whenever you wanted to take part in science-enrichment programs and never bothered to get to know your interests. 

Serena didn’t bother to get to know you either. You observed how Serena used her words and assets to get what she wants. Teenagers alike knew she was beautiful and rich, and it automatically made her the most popular girl in school. With her parents, she batted her eyelashes and played the helpless girl who needed help. They turned to you, asking you to pick her up when she got drunk, asking you to do things for her when you hung out with your friends, and asked you to give up your free time to do whatever Serena wanted. 

The last straw, however, was in college. She had already undermined your intelligence and you were grateful that you both went to separate colleges. You had been accepted into one of the best universities in the nation, far away from your home. New York had become part of your identity and you weren’t about to let that go. 

Your built a life for yourself. You had friends, a boyfriend, and a scholarship. However, your family flew themselves to New York for an impromptu vacation and asked you and you boyfriend to join. You were hesitant, but your father wanted to meet the man in your life. Long story short, you found Serena locking lips with your boyfriend and they ended up dating for a few months after that. Your father and stepmother hadn’t said anything about it and you were tired of no one defending you. You wished with all you heart that you had Serena’s confidence and the will to stand up to her, but you couldn’t. Who would back you up? 

Soon after college, Tony Stark had hired you as his co-lab partner. You were tasked with helping develop his suit as well as other things for him and the Avengers. 

Steve had grown on you and you could feel yourself crushing hard. He first caught your attention when he defended you from a stuck-up secretary who wouldn’t let you onto the Avenger floor because you forgot your ID, despite giving you her worker’s code, something every employee had. Steve came to your rescue and told her you were with him. She mumbled an apology and let you both in. 

Since then, you had been a mess whenever Steve came around. You found yourself smiling uncontrollably whenever he was in the room. Natasha and Wanda, whom you gotten to know the most, knew about your crush. They refrained from teasing you, though, and instead encouraged you to talk to him. 

“I can’t do that,” you said as you kept your eyes focused on the project in front of you. “He probably doesn’t even feel the same. He never talks to me unless he needs something.” Natasha rolled her eyes. 

“Y/N, whenever you walk into the room, he’s just as a mess as you are.” 

“I don’t believe that, I really don’t. Can’t Wanda read minds? Read his.” 

Wanda sighed and put her hands on her shoulders. “I could, but that’s invading my friend’s privacy. Everyone can see Steve has a thing for you.” You pushed your glasses up your nose and looked up, smiling gratefully at the girls. 

“I really don’t know what I’d do without you two,” you said. They smiled at you and you were about to say more, but you were interrupted by Bruce. 

“Y/N, I think there’s a Serena and Ethel Williams here to see you?” You groaned and rolled your eyes, Wanda and Natasha, giving you a knowing look. 

“What to they want?” Natasha spat. They knew your background and despised them as much as you did. 

“Let’s find out.” 

You stood up and followed Bruce out the door. Your heels clicked against the floor and you unbuttoned your lab coat. You put your coat away and greeted the pair.

“Y/N!” she yelled as she gave you a hug. You were taken back. She had never shown you this much affection before. 

“Hello?” she pulled away and you saw the rest of the Avengers standing around the both of you, and you put two and two together. 

“It’s so good to see you! Wow, I can’t believe you work beside the Avengers!” You grimaced, but smiled anyway. 

“I do. What brings you to New York?” 

“I moved here, silly! Didn’t dad tell you? He got me a modeling contract.” You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. 

“I didn’t know that. Welcome to New York.” 

“Serena, Ethel. Why don’t you both make yourselves comfortable?” Tony invited. “Any family of Y/N’s is a family to us.” 

“Great!” Serena squealed as Tony led her to a room. You huffed and Sam whistled. 

“Damn. An ass like that can get me to do anything.” You glared at him. “Was it something I said?” 

“Don’t,” you warned. 

Your father followed closely behind them and apologized for being late. 

“Sorry, I got held up with a call. It’s nice seeing you again, Y/N. I thought you wanted to become an actress? Why are you working as a secretary?” 

“When I was five, dad,” you said. You walked towards him to give him a hug, but he just smiled when he saw Serena behind you and walked passed you. You frowned and Bucky seemed to have caught on. 

“You okay?” he asked. You gulped and nodded. You looked around for Steve, but noticed he had followed Serena and Ethel to help them get situated. 

“I really don’t know what I did to deserve this,” you muttered. Bucky furrowed his eyebrows and Natasha ran to your side, pulling you in an embrace. 

“You’re such an angel and you really don’t deserve this,” she said. 

“Aren’t you happy to see your family?” Bucky asked. You looked at Bucky and he backed off, fully knowing when you got mad. 


Serena had taken over your life, once again. She tried to make friends with Natasha and Wanda, but they didn’t budge. Tony had to force the pair to go shopping with Serena, much to their dismay. 

But what really got you was Steve. You got the sudden courage to ask Steve out, but every time you were about to, Serena had a way to get Steve’s attention away from you. Every time it had just been the two of alone, she found you and made it so that she had Steve all to herself.

“I can’t believe you made this for me,” Steve joked as he picked up a batch of cookies from the plate. You laughed along with him.

“Technically it was for Natasha, but if it makes you happy, then I made this for you.” Steve held your gaze. It happened a lot, the both of you always silent and looking at one another before someone interrupted. This time, it was Serena. 

“Steve! I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” You both broke apart and stared at the blonde. He cleared his throat.

“What did you need?” 

“I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind accompanying me to dinner tonight. My dad has to work and I don’t want to make the reservation go to waste.” 

“Oh, sure,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. Your eyes fell and Serena smirked in your direction. 

“Great! Pick me up at seven.” She left and you followed suit, leaving Steve alone in the kitchen. 

After that, he kept hanging out with Serena and accompanied her on dates and outings, leaving you int he dust. You had believed Wanda and Natasha, who told you Steve liked you, when you caught him stumbling over his words in front of you. Natasha told him that when he got nervous in front of a girl and stumbled over his words more than usual, he had it bad. But Steve never looked at you twice after he went out with Serena that night and your luck changed for the worse. 

Still, you tried to talk to him, but it seemed that the was always preoccupied between missions, reports, or Serena. You wished and longed to be in Serena’s position, but you had to tell yourself that it would never happen. 


Tonight was the annual Avenger dinner get-together. Tony had insisted Serena come because she had spent a few weeks at the tower, and he felt bad for leaving them behind. 

“No,” you said, when he announced to you that they were accompanying tonight. 

“Y/N, I know you’ve had your differences -”

“This isn’t a difference. This is Serena straight up walking into my life and stealing it again.” Tony sighed and rubbed his temples. “Weren’t you the one who told me you believed in me despite my upbringing?” 

“It’s too late, Y/N. I can’t un-invite them.” You sighed and stormed out of the lab, wanting the night to be over. 

The dinner was just as bad as you thought. Steve and Serena sat next to each other and the entire conversation was about her. Not once did Serena bother to mention about anything other than herself. She talked about her high school life, her life in college, and how your father had managed to get her a modelling contract. 

“Oh, wow,” said Bruce. 

“It’s pretty impressive.  My dad had to pay a lot of money because I didn’t go to the casting calls, but I got a contract with IMG Models anyway,” she boasted. “I don’t think Y/N has done anything big yet and I want to be the first person who has done something important.” You raised your eyebrows. Did Serena really just say what you thought she had said? 

“A modelling job, huh?” Natasha said without interest as she sipped her wine. 

“Yeah! I remember Y/N wanted to be an actress, but that didn’t work out, did it?” She laughed and sipped her drink and everyone let out uncomfortable chuckles.

“I don’t think Y/N ever had the guts to pursue her acting career. She never auditioned for the school plays,” your stepmother joked. 

“I don’t think she even stepped out of her room,” your father joined in. 

You were tired of being belittled. Abruptly, you stood up and put your hands on the table. 

“I’m extremely tired of you three undermining me. I’m tired of you pretending you know me, when you don’t. I wanted to be an actress when I was a child, but I wanted to be scientist when I got to high school. None of you bothered to ask me what I wanted to do and none of you bothered to get to know the person I was. I am an independent woman who does not need your approval and I don’t need to impress you to make me a better person.” 

Natasha and Wanda beamed at you, both giving you two thumbs up. You let a small smile dress your lips and felt proud or finally standing up for yourself. 

“And you know what, Serena?” you said, turning to face her specifically. “I made it as a scientist, working alongside two of the brilliant minds. I’m the one who keeps the world safe and I’m the one who keeps the Avengers safe. I’m the one who keeps you safe. You’re the one who needed someone to do things for you. I got here without daddy’s help.” 

You left the restaurant, not bothered that you had left Tony to pay your bill. You had driven Tony and Steve to the restaurant in Tony’s car, and felt pretty badass as you drove alone in his classic, most prized, red Ferrari.

Back in the restaurant, Steve felt horrible. He hadn’t known that you felt like you always came second your entire life and wanted to punch himself for spending so much time with Serena. Truth be told, he had a crush on you, but thought you didn’t reciprocate your feelings and sought Serena as a surrogate. 

“Well that was rude,” Serena said to break the silence. Natasha and Wanda looked at her.

“I don’t really think she was being rude at all,” said Natasha. They both stood up and walked out, following you back to the tower. 

The rest of the team looked baffled, but felt upset that they were imposing on your life as much as your family did. They felt bad for encouraging you to take time off of work to spend time with your family. They sat in uncomfortable silence and tried to finish up the dinner as quickly as possible. 

Steve couldn’t handle it and stood up, wanting to go back to the tower to find you.


You told Natasha and Wanda that you wanted to spend the night alone for a while. At the same time, you were proud that you stood up to your “family,” but you felt upset that you had potentially compromised your job. You decided you’d figure it out in the morning and got ready for bed. 

As you were about to slip underneath the covers, a soft knock came from your door. 

“Come in,” you said, assuming it was either Wanda or Natasha. The door opened and you saw Steve walk in. “Steve, please don’t -”

“Y/N,” he said, cutting you off. He looked at you differently and you sighed, walking towards him and crossed your arms in front of your chest. 

“Can I help you? I’m tired, Steve.” He looked down before meeting your eyes. 

“I’m sorry that you felt that way all your life,” he said, quietly. You pinched the bridge of your nose, tired that your crush didn’t feel the same, tired that you had to explode in front of your friends, and tired that you weren’t getting any sleep. 

“Listen, Steve. You can hang out with whoever you want. I don’t care if you choose to be around Serena and I don’t care what you do with you life. I don’t want anyone’s pity and I don’t want to be the person who causes drama. I’ll leave in the morning if that makes everyone happy.” Steve frowned. 

“No, I don’t want you to leave.” He took a step forward. You didn’t move, but were aware of how much closer you two were. “Natasha told me how you felt about me. I feel the same.” You looked at him.

“You do?” 

“Yeah, I do. I guess I busied myself with Serena because I thought you didn’t like me back. I’m an idiot,” he sighed. 

“You’re the biggest idiot, Steve.” He chuckled when he saw your lips curl upwards. Steve took your hands in his and uncrossed your arms, swaying them back and forth. 

“Forget about them. Your family isn’t with them, it’s with us. With me.” He let go of your hands to move them to your neck and used his thumb to caress your jaw. “I want to be the one who loves you. I want to be the one who gets to see your face every morning.” You grinned even wider and forgot why you were angry in the first place. 

Steve let a breath out when he saw you smile. “Look at me, the captain, getting tongue-tied when I’m used to giving orders.” You laughed and closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his touch. “Can I kiss you?” 

“I’d never say no to you.” 

Steve laughed and leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. You savoured the moment and tilted your head, wrapping your hands around his waist. He pulled you close and tugged your bottom lip for access, which you granted. Pretty soon, the moment got heated and you pulled away for a breath of air. 

“As much as I love kissing you, Steve, I’m really tired.” Feeling bold, you led him to your bed with one hand. “Stay with me? Just until I fall asleep.” Steve nodded and you wrapped the blankets around the both of you, resting your head atop of his chest. You fell asleep quickly, leaving Steve to admire the person you are. He got the girl.


The next morning, you awoke with Steve’s arms loosely wrapped around you. He awoke as you tried to step out of his grip and you both decided to enter the kitchen together. 

You saw your father, stepmother, and Serena walk with their suitcases in their hands. 

“Where are you off to?” you asked. Serena scoffed. 

“As if you’d want to know.” 

“I don’t, but I thought I’d make nice.” Your father looked at you with regret. 

“Y/N, I-I’m sorry for neglecting you. I guess I didn’t know how to cope with your mother’s and you were doing just fine on your own.” You sighed and awkwardly patted his shoulder before he walked out the door with Ethel. Serena stayed behind for a while. 

“You know, this won’t last forever,” she said. 

“That’s kind of the point of life,” you said. “I won’t work with the Avengers forever, but I sure as hell am going to make this the best damn thing I’ve ever done in my life. 

“You and Steve won’t last forever,” she said with a smirk. You were about to speak up, but Steve beat you to it. 

“Listen, Serena. You can’t go around life thinking everything will be handed to you. I don’t care what you think, but Y/N and I will be just fine. She’s the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. I’ve had a thing for her ever since she started working here and I’ll always feel the same.” Steve leaned down to press a loving kiss to your lips as Serena stuttered. 

“B-But, Steve we -”

“I don’t care. Leave before I make you.” Serena turned around and rode the elevator down to the first floor. 

“You mean that?” you after as she left. Steve smiled and nodded.

“Every word.” 

Tony walked up to you and gave you a nervous smile. 

“I’m no good with apologies and feelings, and you of all people know that. But I’m sorry for insisting they stay. I hope this doesn’t create a rift between us.” 

You shook your head. “No, it could never. I know apologising isn’t something you’re used to, so thank you.” 

Steve looked down at you lovingly and pressed a kiss to your temple. 

“I ship this,” Wanda said. Bucky fake-gaged. 

“I did too until I realised they’ll be making out in front of us all the time,” he said. You laughed and shrugged as Steve pressed another kiss to your lips.


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anonymous asked:

The way I see it is, there is no such thing as over or underrated. People like who/what they like. You can argue over an opinion all day.... Neither argument will ever be "right" or "wrong"

No there is though. You honestly think someone like pearl who skipped meet and greets, was so wasted during performances she couldn’t even perform, spit in people’s faces and did mediocre at best on the show (but somehow made it to top 3) really deserved all the praise she got? When queens like Kennedy Davenport who is an amazing performer and professional drag queen got slept on and when they did get attention it was hate from bitter Katya stans. Queens like ChiChi who take the time to acknowledge their fans and put on amazing shows literally didn’t feel safe to leave their own homes bc of death threats and hate. Bob who is one of the wittiest/funniest queens to be on the show and slayed the competition gets told he didn’t deserve to win and is heavily fucking slept on but Kim who can’t perform for shit and also skated by in the competition get mad love from fans and people really think she was robbed. Sharon was and still is popular despite the fact that she’s racist, has abused fans and spat in fans’ faces in line at dragcon (the list goes on and on for her) but there’s queens like  Shangela and JDF who are actually amazing artists and performers and super sweet people barely get any attention to this day. There is a such thing as being overrated and there is a such thing as being underrated. It should be obvious, it’s not hard to see but the truth is fans will defend a pretty face over actual talent.