and whoever else cares

here’s the ironic thing: when I first heard of twenty one pilots, it was right after Blurryface came out. I saw countless posts that had the words “my name’s Blurryface, and I care what you think” written over black and white photos, red visuals, and other things. I had no idea what the band was, or who created this Blurryface concept, but for some reason I was comforted by the words “and I care what you think”. I had no background context of the song, so that sentence made me like Blurryface. It made me envision this kind and caring character that listened to what people had to say when they were hurt. Who cared for your opinion and wanted to help.

Now I know who Blurryface is, and the evils he has done, and I see what I used to think as a metaphor. To someone who experiences insecurity and mental illness, their own embodiment of Blurryface can appear as a comforting friend. You begin to believe that your insecurities are protecting you from the cruel outside world. That your depression is there for you when no one else is. That maybe whoever this cruel being is, it actually cares what you think. It’s a cruel trap to fall in. 

Long story short, I once believed Blurryface’s infamous words were sung in encouragement. Now I realize that he was against me, us, everyone, the whole time.


Square Filled: Spitroasting
Dean x reader x John
Rating: Explicit
Summary: You and Dean get drunk, go back to your motel room, and have a threesome with John.
Warnings: dry humping, exhibitionism, oral (female and male receiving), threesome, unprotected sex, spanking, dom!Dean, sub!reader, face fucking, drinking
Word Count: 2114
Written for @spnkinkbingo.
Authors notes: 3 down 22 more to go!
Tagging: @nighttimenoodle

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Thaaaank you for the kind words my lovely schatzis! And the messages! And ahh…. I’ll get back to you eventually. I’ll try to get by for the next few days and then get back on track and share something else than ugly cosplay pictures.

Well. Whoever cares what I was up to, I did another cosplay. Sadly I have never seen a Gin Akutagawa cosplayer so I did just that. Froze my ass off for cute Gin x Higuchi pictures. Other than that, incredibly comfortable and(!) you can’t see my mouth, so I can scowl the hell out of people~
Will definitely wear her for the next con.

Small Hearts, Big Heartaches

Requested by @homicidalteenagedream Can you do an Opie & Reader where they are friends with benefits. She ends up leaving Charming, after having a huge fight, but before she could even get out of charming she is in a bad car wreck. The doctors don’t know if she will survive, it’s revealed that she’s been hiding that she’s 27 weeks pregnant. 

Trigger Warning: Language, premature birth, severe injury from car accident. ANGST! 

I ran my hands through my hair, my nerves a mess. “So, you don’t think we’ll be anything more then fuck buddies?”

Opie let out a frustrated growl. “I don’t see why you want to change things, we are fine just being friends with benefits.” He reached over trying to pull me on his lap.

“You know, I’m just a step up from a fucking croweater.” I could feel my emotions just at the edge of losing control. I had to hold on, I couldn’t let him see, how much he was affecting me.

“How can you say that, I treat you right….” He tried to pull me against him.

“The only difference is, I don’t have to sleep with your “brothers” too, and I get the luxury of getting fucked in my bed or yours.” I knew nothing would ever change, that I was nothing more then an another easy lay for him.  I was one that had been passed around among the club.

“What the hell is your problem? Why are you such a moody bitch suddenly? You agreed to this relationship, why do you want to change it now?”

“Because I thought after two years, you’d have some sort of feelings for me…I guess I was wrong.” I wiped the tears away from my eyes. “Bye Opie….it’s been real.”


I slammed out of his house, going to my packed jeep. Things didn’t go like I’d hoped, I rubbed my stomach gently. It was okay, I could take care of myself, and whoever else came along.  Pulling out of the drive, my plans were to leave  for Texas, I had family down there.

I had several last minute errands to run before I left town. Go to the bank, stop and tell Gemma bye, and get some road trip snacks. I finished at the bank, stopped at the store, filled my cooler with drinks and bought some snacks.

Now for the hard part, saying good-bye to Gemma, and convince her I was only leaving for a few weeks; instead of never coming back. That women was a human lie detector, maybe if I left my sunglasses on, I could hide it .

I slowed down to make my turn into the TM parking lot, for whatever reason, the car behind me didn’t see me stop. I was hit from behind, the back glass shattered.

I was shoved into oncoming traffic where I was hit head on, metal hitting metal echoed off the buildings. The sounds of horns blaring, and tires screeching could be heard, more glass shattering. 

I’m not even sure what sounds I heard first or last, they were all blurs. The sounds brought people out of their businesses, to investigate. Including everyone at TM. 

Gemma was the first to recognize the mangled jeep that belonged to (Y/N). She was on the phone calling 9-11, she was yelling for someone to call Opie, and to close the garage once they towed the mess off the street. 


Opie rushed into the doors of St. Thomas, to the ER, stopping at the nurses station. “I’m Opie Winston, I was called about (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)!”

“Are you family Mr. Winston?” The secretary looked at him  waiting for an answer. Opie felt like the whole world was crashing in on him, they’s just had a fight about this not more then a hour ago.

He paused looking at the women. “I’m her fiancee….please tell me…”

“She’s been taken up stairs to the OB ICU.” He rushed up stairs, not really realizing what the women had said. When he burst through the doors, he found the rest of his family there waiting for him.

“What happened?” He went to Gemma, he knew she would have all the answers.

“A drunk driver slammed into the back of her, she was pulling into the lot.” Gemma exhaled. “Did you know she was leaving?”

He ran his hands through his hair, remembering her parting words. “We had a fight this morning…”

The doors opened and two doctors walked through. “(Y/N)(Y/L/N)!”

Opie stood up. “I’m her fiancee.”

“Can you come with us.” The looks on their faces were serious.

“This is her family. Whatever it is, can be discussed in front if them.”

“I’m Dr. Kiem, I’m a Neonatiolgist, and this is Dr. Paul the Obstetrician. Dr. O’Donnell and Dr. Mitchell are the Neurologist and General Surgeon on the team, they’ll be out in a few seconds.”

The two other doctors joined the group, sitting down. Dr. Paul started the conversation. “There’s no easy way to say this, I’ve had Dr. O’Donnell and Dr. Mitchell running tests, and they both concur, that they don’t think (Y/N) is going to survive her injuries.”

Gemma gasped somewhere in the room. Opie stared at the doctor, in shock. “Why are you consulting on the case?”

“Your fiancee is twenty-seven weeks pregnant, we can deliver your daughter by c-section. Dr. Kiem will be taking her case, the second she’s out. There’s no reason your daughter can’t survive this.”

Opie was in utter shock, why didn’t (Y/N) tell him she was pregnant. “How soon do you need to know?”

“The sooner the better.” Dr. O’Donnell replied. “As soon as the baby is out, and (Y/N) has some recovery time; we can better asses her condition. We didn’t want to stress the baby.”

“Just give me a few minutes.” He watched the doctors leave. He got up and started to pace. This was all his fault, he could loose his daughter, and he was probably going to loose (Y/N); because he was a giant ass!

He walked over to the doors the doctor’s had walked through, he couldn’t loose them both.


Kayleigh Rae Winston was born at two pm, she weighed in at almost three pounds and was fifteenth inches long. She was the most precious and beautiful creature Opie had ever seen.

Once she was settled in the NICU, Opie sat his giant frame next the incubator that held his tiny daughter. He gazed at her, with loving eyes. “Hey pretty girl, I just learned about you today. I hope you like your name, I don’t know if you and mommy already had something else picked out.” He wiped his tears away. “I chose the name Kayleigh because it means warrior, and Rae because it means grace. You’re going to have to fight pretty girl, know that mommy and I love you. You’ve got an older sister Ellie and an older brother Kenny, that will look out for you and love you. Not to mention a whole room full of uncles. I need to go check on mommy now, you hold on sweet girl. I love you.” He kissed his hand, and placed it on top of the incubator.

He got up to head down to  recovery. He stared at her battered and bruised body. The doctors weren’t being very promising for her recovery. He say down next to her raking her hand.

“When I lost Donna, I swore to myself I was never going to put myself in that situation again. Then I met you, we became friends, and then we took that up a level. That terrified me because I could feel myself falling for you.” He had to stop and rein himself in. 

“I love you, I think I have for a while, I was just too stupid and scared to admit it. (Y/N), you have to fight to come back to us. Our daughter is a little fighter, I named her Kayleigh Rae, she’s so beautiful.”

He had to stop again, he couldn’t take the thought of loosing her. “You have to give some sign, that your still with us. Prove those docs wrong!” He leaned over kissing her forehead.

He raised up, the vital alarms started to sound, nurses and doctors come running in. He was shoved out of the room, and a code blue was called for the room, his six foot four body slide to the floor.

Then there was a code blue called in the NICU, he rolled to his feet and took off running, Looking through the window, he let out a scream as they watched a team of doctors and nurses working on Kayleigh.

He was loosing his whole world all at once.


Opie put the one candle in the birthday cake, he picked it up carrying out to the back patio. Placing the cake on the table, he watched as his brothers and families played in the back yard, he let out a sigh, thinking about the last year. 

His eyes scanned the yard, finding Ellie and Kenny, walking over to them, he smiled as he approached the swing set. “Dada!” He heard the little giggle, and saw Kayleigh in the swing.

He picked her up, cradling her close to him, kissing her face. “Hey baby girl! Daddy loves you! Happy birthday!”

Mamamamamama!” He saw Kayleigh pointing over his shoulder, and giggling and waving.

Opie smiled. “That is mamma, you want to go see her.” He walked  towards the patio. Walking up to his wife, he wrapped his arm around (Y/N)’s waist. “I love you. Someone wanted to say hi!”

She reached up taking the little girl. “I love you too Ope. Happy birthday sweet girl.”


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anonymous asked:

Tfp Ratchet, Op, bumblebee, mtmte Rodimus,Megatron, Skids, Rung and First aid taking care of their very sick and feverish cybetronian S/O :3

How fitting. Oki doki, this is all I’m getting done today since I already had it halfway done last night.


Ratchet would dote on you the whole time. You’d be in berth until you got better, no excuses. His main concern is getting your fever down and he wipes your forehelm with a cool cloth and makes sure you get plenty of fluids in you. Once your asleep the base needs to stay as silent as possible. Primus helps the poor soul who wakes you up, because pretty soon they’re gonna be buried in wrenches.

Optimus would spend as much time as he could with you, but he’s very busy, so you’re mostly stuck in the medbay with Ratchet. You hear Ratchet answer his comm. every few minutes, saying “yes they’re fine. They just need rest. I’m sure they miss you too, Optimus.” Once he’s back he holds your hand and pets your helm.

Bumblebee hovers around the medbay until he’s kicked out. When he’s let back in later he asks you if you need anything and how you’re feeling. If you’re up for it he puts on some cartoons for the two of you to watch. He keeps looking at you with these huge puppy-dog optics and tries to cuddle you even though Ratchet told him not to a million times. He ends up catching whatever nastiness you’ve got and joins you in the medbay. Ratchet scolds him the entire time.


Rodimus sees you looking all tired and icky and he’s like “shit babe, you alright? Let’s get you to the medbay.” He cancels whatever plans he had for the rest of the day and leaves whoever else in charge while he takes care of you. Well, he mostly just repeats whatever Ratchet says and gets you snacks and blankets.

First Aid is a mother hen. He tucks you in and puts a cool, damp cloth on your forehelm. He brings you medicine and energon, making sure you take small sips. Whatever work you have for that day is taken care of- he called Ultra Magnus to make sure. The important thing is that you get plenty of rest. No one is allowed to bother you and you’re not going back to work until you’re fully healed.

Skids draws a tepid bath to lower your fever and picks up some medication from the medbay.  He tells you stories as he carries you to berth and snuggles you. He doesn’t want you to get bored. He also makes sure you get plenty of fluids.

Rung sets you up with plenty of pillows so you’re not sore, and brings you coolant and snacks that will be easy on your tanks. You can have one energon gummy, but only if you take your medicine. He calls Ratchet in early on, though he can usually handle things like this. He just doesn’t want to take any chances. He reads to you until you fall asleep then holds your hand as you recharge.

Megatron takes you to the medbay, but brings you back to his habsuite once he knows you don’t have anything too serious. He keeps his room dark and cool so you can rest, only waking you up to get you to take your medicine and drink some energon. He stays by your side the entire time, holding your servo.

okay. im going to make an explanation post cause im tired of people lying about me and propagating things that arent true cuz it suits you.

first up, the goddamn “mikhail stole my so and lied to him to get us to break up”. this is about soma, for soma, and whoever else i dont really care about it but id rather have you people talk and ask me directly about these things more than anything else. im gonna use names cause shit will get confusing

you cannot steal a person. i was not trying to steal, or lie, or cheat my way into a relationship for the sake of a boyfriend. all of my relationship stuff with nate and alex happened after all three of us cut soma off because nobody liked the way nate was being treated by soma. hes 20 years old, nate is 17, and since this isn’t a damn callout im not going into details nor is it my business to but for the record nate has trauma pertaining to soma himself. nate almost relapsed and attempted during the breakup. after soma and nate broke up, a week later, he’s cut off because of the stress soma caused. nate confessed to us. i didnt have any feelings for nate or soma before they broke up, and the loveposts i was making were about alex/isiah. soma knows this cause i was gushing about him on call and alex and i had matching usernames (or tried to get them) and i thought it was cute, so the feelings stemmed from there. i told nate about alex, and he supported me in it and this part is kind of irrelevant but i wasnt trying to attain anybody else’s happiness, i genuinely wanted it to be the four of us going on double dates and shit. isiah was just a friendship crush in the end. i did not lie about who i had feelings for. i told nate about somas personal tweets about him the morning they cut each other off and i didnt take advantage of either of you, just nate had no reason to lie to me and the more he told me about you, soma, the more i realised you were the one lying to me. what you think i did is fucking nowhere near my character at all, and for the record from what ive been told it seems more like a you thing than anyone else.

 part two is the cam thing. i would never willingly date an abuser. i go online as a form of escapism from my irl abuse, and it makes no sense for me to continuously seek out people to harm me. cam put me under the impression that it had changed, and all of its shittiness had been dealt with and that it was a different person now, and had apologised for its actions. at the time, in february, i was having a really bad drawn out psychotic episode which made me susceptible to people telling me things cause i was already unstable enough as it was. cam told me we should be 100% honest with each other and i believed it, and because i had nobody else to believe but cam, i did not think of anything less than that, and didnt really bother to question it because i didnt have the energy to. i cut cam off.

part three is that i didnt “cheat” on mello. mello and i were fwbs, nothing more, nothing less, and you cannot cheat on a fwb. what ill admit to is that i also became friends with cam during this period, and was unaware it wasnt okay. i admit to the fact it was miscommunication on my part which i apologised for. mello forgave me. during the cam drama, when i was attempting to cut cam off, mello befriended cam and was going to help it, but i myself was not told the details. i did not ask mello to do this. mello came to me asking if it was okay to sext cam, i said yes, then changed my mind and told him i wanted to cut him off for this too. mello said that was fine. he then told me cam wanted to “revenge sext” with him, and apologised for not saying no to it. i said that was okay and we continued to be friends. i dont know how i fit into getting mello hurt by cam because i didnt ask anyone to help me. i was appreciative of the help, yes, but it was all of other people’s accord. don’t say you got yourself hurt for me when i told you not to martyr yourself.

and for the antiblackness, i was not aware of haru saying the n word. the posts about me joking about being antiblack were an in joke with me and an irl friend. i apologised to her for that, and she accepted my apology, which is why i didnt make any further posts joking about it. i am sorry for joking about that, and using AAVE. i didnt know, and have stopped that now.

if there’s anything else that needs to actually be addressed that isnt just chalked up to me being an asshole on the internet, remind me and ill either apologise for it or explain it as well as i can. for the record i was not run off tumblr, that was a joke ask my irl friend sent and there’s proof on my twitter. i deleted the app because i am studying for exams. thanks

Friend - Jackson (Got7)

You awoke from your nap due to loud laughing coming from your living room. You sighed and sat up in bed. Your sister, Lyndine must have one of her friends over but you didn’t care, you wanted to sleep and she and whoever else was here had woken you up. You got out of bed and grumpily trudged out of your room and into the living room. “Can you please stop making so much god damn noise, you woke me up!” you yelled as you entered not even looking to see who was there because your eyes were still half closed from sleep.

“Sorry” Lyndine said and you nodded towards her before you began to make your way back to your room.

However another very familiar voice spoke up “Sorry for waking you Y/N” it said. Your eyes widened immediately, your sleep leaving you as you spun back around, your grumpiness had left you and a smile now graced your lips as you looked at your secret boyfriend, Jackson who just so happened to be your sister’s best friend.

“Oh…uh…Jackson, I didn’t know you were here.” you smiled brightly making him chuckle. 

“Why do you need to know if he’s here? He’s my friend not yours.” your sister said making you roll your eyes at her. Yea he wasn’t your friend, he was your boyfriend. She was three years older than you and she was the same age as him. Jackson and you had to hide your relationship because you knew Lyndine won’t accept it, she would think you’re too young and she would hate that you’re with her best friend.

“Lyndine stop being so mean would you?” Jackson said and she rolled her eyes in response. You smiled however and walked towards the couch where they both were and sat in between them

“Y/N no, leave us alone please, go get your own friends.” Lyndine said and you ignored her making her groan in annoyance.

“Oh come on she can stay.” Jackson said picking up for you and making you blush up at him.

“Whatever.” your sister mumbled under her breath and you smiled at her annoyance. All of a sudden her phone began to ring. She looked at it and said, “Excuse me” as she went to the kitchen to talk with some privacy. 

As she left you turned and looked at Jackson, “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming babe?” you asked your voice shushed so that Lyndine wouldn’t hear.

“I wanted to surprise you love but you were sleeping when I came.” he play pouted and you giggled as you pecked his lips quickly. 

You opened your mouth to say something but your sister entered the room again. “Hey Jackson, Josh got a flat tire so I have to go pick him up and drop him home can you wait here with  Y/N till I come back?” she said referring to her boyfriend. 

“Yea no problem.” Jackson replied as you smirked, this was exactly what you wanted, alone time with your sexy boyfriend to get it in. Lyndine said goodbye to both of you and then left. 

You waited till you heard her car drive off before you straddled Jackson and attached your lips to his hungrily. He kissed back immediately and bit your your bottom lip making you want him even more. His hands went to your bum under your dress immediately as yours wrapped around his neck and deepened the kiss, slipping your tongue into his mouth. He moaned as you began caressing his tongue with yours.

He squeezed your bum making you moan as well. Soon you felt his boner poking you from underneath and you slowly grinded down on it. He groaned and pulled away from the kiss throwing his head back in pleasure. You took that opportunity to attach your lips to his neck. You kissed down his neck until you reached his sweet spot where you began to gently suck on it as you continued to grind down on him slowly.

The dry humping was not only pleasurable for him because it caused friction against your clit which just made you wetter and wetter by the second. You pulled away from his neck briefly to take off your dress and then reattached your lips biting down on his neck before soothing it with your tongue.

“Fuck Y/N” he groaned and bucked his hips upwards making you moan against his neck. He held your hips down restricting your movements as he began thrusting up slowly against you, taking the dry humping to a whole new level and making you feel even better than before. 

You pulled away from his neck, looking at the red mark you left behind and moaned softly as he thrusted up continuously. His hands suddenly left your hips and unhooked your bra throwing it aside. He pulled you in and attached his lips to one of your nipples sucking gently on it as you began moving against him again. He was also moving against you, which made your pleasure increase by a lot.

He began to gently flick your nipple with his tongue which made you gasp as your nipple was very very sensitive. Jackson knew exactly what to do to pleasure you and you loved it. He soon switched nipples and began gently sucking and licking the other making you groan and throw your head back in pleasure. 

He pulled away from you and held your hips still making you whine but he just smirked. “Get those fucking panties off now.” he growled and you quickly got off of him and got your panties off before straddling him again. You were now completely naked whilst he was fully clothed. “Fuck baby you’re so fucking sexy.” he said his voice dark with lust as his eyes watched you intently on top of him.

He bit his lips and reached out with his hands allowing them to gently caress your body just getting you wetter and wetter. The feeling of his rough hands on your soft skin sent you mad with pleasure, you moaned softly. He finally slipped one of his hands to your core and swiped up your slit with two of his fingers. “Fuck you’re so wet baby.” he mumbled and you moaned and nodded. You needed some sort of friction. You were so horny.

He took the two fingers and put them in his mouth sucking your juices off of them. He hummed at the taste as you licked your lips at the sight. He then put the hand back at your core and stroked you a few times making you gasp at the pleasure.

Suddenly he reached down and entered the two fingers inside of you and you screamed and clenched around his fingers. He began thrusting them up inside of you making you moan and squirm for him. You began bouncing on his fingers. You never imagined his fingers could make you feel this good but wow, it was unbelievable.

You placed your hands on the back rest behind him using it to help you bounce with more control. You moaned numerous times from the feel of it inside of you, fuck you loved Jackson’s thick fingers, they filled you up so well. 

Jackson’s eyes were looking your body all over as you moved on top of him. He looked at your pleasured face, the way your lips were parted as you moaned, how your boobs bounced with you and of course how his fingers went in and out of you. He was getting hornier and hornier by the second, he wanted you so fucking bad he couldn’t stand it much longer.

He wrenched his fingers out of you without a word and positioned you so that you were laying down on the couch, he threw his shirt aside and began to fumble with his belt. “I need to be inside of you.” he groaned as you sat up and began helping him with the buckle.

However, just at that second you both heard “What the fuck?!” You both jumped and looked to the doorway to see your sister staring angrily at you. You quickly threw your dress on and Jackson put back on his shirt. “What the fuck is going on here?! Jackson what are you doing with my little sister?!” she screamed storming into the room angrily. This was exactly why you both hadn’t told her about you two.

“Lyndine calm down please I…we…am…well…” he stuttered not knowing the right words to say.

“How could you Jackson?! She’s my little sister, she is too young for these things! You know that!” she yelled at him which angered you.

“Lyndine stop please.” you said, fed up now. “I am not a baby anymore, I may be your younger sister but I am not a child,  I am an adult now, I can make my own decisions. Jackson didn’t do anything to me, I made my own decision.”

She folded her arms and looked at you angrily. “Oh so now that you’re an adult you want to just fuck everyone you lay your eyes on!” 

Jackson spoke up now “Wow she doesn’t just have sex with everyone, just me. I’m her boyfriend, not a fling.” he said. She looked at him in shock and then at you and then back at him.

“What?” she mumbled eventually. 

“Yea…we got together a few months ago and well we didn’t tell you because we knew you wouldn’t approve.” you mumbled looking at the ground and not at her.

She was silent for a long time. “We’re sorry.” Jackson spoke up. She still didn’t say anything. You eventually looked up at her, she looked shocked.

“Yes I wouldn’t have approved, but I would have gotten over it. You should have told me not kept it a secret and snuck around.” she said softly.

“I know that, we know that Lyndine, we were wrong please forgive us.” you pleaded taking a few steps towards her. She looked at your sorrowful face and nodded. 

“Ok, I forgive you and I’ll get over it.” she said and you smiled widely hugging her tightly. Jackson came over and joined the hug as well making you giggle.

Lyndine pulled away after a while and said “Just please no kissing and all that gross stuff in front of me please.” You chuckled as Jackson pulled you in and pecked your lips for spite making Lyndine roll her eyes.

Originally posted by defwang

ExR Week Prompt One

I know this is a bit late, but it ended up that the Day One prompt took me much longer than expected! I intended it to be about 1k words, it ended up being about 4k. Oops! I’m posting this, then going to bed. It’s 12:45 AM, and I have to be up early for Driver’s Ed. Hopefully what is now today’s prompt doesn’t take me nearly as long.

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You Put Your Arms Around Me and I’m Home

Summary: Five times that Grantaire hugs Enjolras and one time Enjolras hugs him, or that modern AU where Enjolras and Grantaire are oblivious little idiots who can’t figure out their emotions and don’t realize that they mean as much to the other as the other means to them.

The first time it happens, Grantaire is drunk.

Enjolras is not the kind of person who seems particularly huggable, and everyone except for Cosette, his sister, has their reasons not to attempt it. Some say that he’s too passionate for something as simple as a hug, others that he’s too busy for them, still others that he is above hugging and would push them away. Grantaire’s reasoning is that he fears that if he does hug Enjolras, he won’t be able to let go.

However, one night at a meeting at the Musain, Grantaire has even more to drink than usual. This means that he is interrupting Enjolras’s passionate speeches more frequently- normally, Grantaire will only interrupt every five minutes with about two minutes of argument, but tonight it feels more like thirty seconds of time between outbursts- with meaningless banter that isn’t entirely understandable, not even by Bahorel, who is a master at deciphering Grantaire’s slurring from the number of times they have gone out bar-hopping together and gotten drunk beyond coherency. Nothing is being completed, so the other members of Les Amis, especially Combeferre and Courfeyrac, convince the blond young man to cut the meeting short.

Enjolras stays behind to gather his notes, the other Amis calling farewells to him as they leave. Soon, only he and Grantaire remain in the private room. The dark-haired man staggers over to Enjolras, moving so clumsily that it would almost be comical if it weren’t for the fact he is frighteningly drunk. Enjolras is surprised Joly didn’t take Grantaire to the emergency room to make sure he doesn’t get alcohol poisoning.

“Heeeeyyyy, Apollllooo,” Grantaire slurs, and Enjolras glares at the nickname that Grantaire refuses to drop.

“Yes?” he bites back icily. There are few things that infuriate him more than Grantaire interrupting him during meetings, and the main things are monarchies and Grantaire when he is this drunk.

“Do ya…  do ya know what I… what I wanna do? Do ya?”

“Do tell me,” he replies, rolling his eyes.

“I… I wanna climb you… like… like a… a barricade. Because… you’re fucking… you’re really sexy, ya know?”

Enjolras stiffens slightly in shock, a lump forming in his throat. Grantaire has been known to hit on him, and other members of Les Amis, when drunk, but never has he been so… blunt about it. The words make him feel odd things, none of them entirely unpleasant. However, this isn’t Grantaire, he’s drunk, it’s not even remotely how he feels about Enjolras, it can’t be. Grantaire probably won’t remember a thing that he says in the morning anyways.

“Do you now?” Enjolras replies, a small smile forming on his lips, only a sharp eye able to notice the sadness in it.

“Yeah,” and with that, Grantaire shuffles forward a few more steps before tripping seemingly on air and falling into Enjolras’s lap. The dark-haired man chuckles, although it sounds almost self-deprecating at first before becoming one of amusement, then hiccups, before sitting up slightly and wrapping his arms firmly around Enjolras’s waist.

Enjolras tenses at the feeling, having not received many hugs as a child, which hardened him slightly to them as an adult. However, he likes the feeling of Grantaire hugging him. Even though Grantaire is drunk, Enjolras can feel the strength in the young artist’s hands from the time Grantaire has spent working out, and he relaxes into the embrace slightly before pulling away and helping Grantaire to his feet. A second passes where Enjolras freezes and thinks, Oh god, I was right, but he shakes it off quickly enough that Grantaire doesn’t notice.

“Come on, let’s get you home.”

The second time it happens, Enjolras nearly has a heart attack.

He is once again giving an impassioned speech to Les Amis, and whoever else cares to listen, at the Musain, this time about marriage equality. Grantaire is sitting at a table farther back, sketching the other young man in charcoal, only half-listening to what Enjolras is saying, focusing more on the unique curls framing his face and the blazing excitement in his brilliantly blue eyes. He is chiseling out the curve of Enjolras’s nose when Courfeyrac taps him on the shoulder, causing the pencil to skid across the paper, leaving a dark line across the side of Enjolras’s face.

“What the hell, Courfeyrac?” Grantaire whispers furiously, ripping out the page and crumpling it slightly.

Courfeyrac grins. “Sorry for screwing up your drawing,” he whispers back. “It was truly a masterpiece, surely you can fix it.”

“No, that would fuck up the shading that I spent a long-ass time working on.”

“Again, I’m sorry. Anyways, I dare you to hug Enjolras from behind. Bonus points if you can do it without him seeing you on your way up.”

“What’ll it get me?”

“I’ll buy the first round of drinks after the meeting, and the first two if you can figure out how to sneak up on him.”

“You’re on.” Grantaire gives Courfeyrac a light fist bump, then goes back to staring at Enjolras, even more intently than usual, waiting for him to become especially excited, or for him to start talking to one of the other Amis about something.  Luckily, he thinks, Enjolras doesn’t tend to pay attention to me, unless I speak up and we inevitably start arguing. He sighs sadly at this thought. Unluckily, Enjolras has a really sharp eye and will probably catch him moving.

Grantaire’s big break comes when Enjolras begins discussing with Combeferre possible dates for the next protest. He slips out of his chair and debates whether or not Enjolras will see him if he slides against the wall. He decides that crouching and sneaking forward is the best option. Éponine gives him a strange look from the table she shares with Joly, Bossuet, and Musichetta, but she doesn’t question it. He is about halfway across the floor when Jehan looks down at him from their phone where they are texting someone, probably Montparnasse.

“What the hell are you doing?” they murmur incredulously.

“Sneaking up on Enjolras, shhh, pretend I’m not here,” he replies.

“Why?” they ask slowly, quirking an eyebrow.

“…Long story?” he grins sheepishly.

“Tell me, or I’m going to not only ruin your sneak attack, I’ll also tell our fearless leader that you’re madly in love with him.”

“But that’s blackmail! Fine. Courf dared me to hug Enjolras from behind. He’s buying the first round of drinks if I do, and the first two rounds if I’m able to succeed without Enjolras seeing me.”

“Sneak away, then, my friend, I’ll take free alcohol whenever I can.”

Grantaire continues creeping, moving to the edge of the room so as to best get around the table Enjolras is currently standing on without him seeing. It’s going to be difficult, especially considering that it looks like Enjolras and Combeferre are almost done finalizing the date for their next protest. He decides that he must rush if he’s going to make it behind the table before Enjolras turns around. He crawls as fast as humanly possible and crouches behind Enjolras’s table just as he turns around.

“Citizens!” Enjolras cries out loudly. This is it, Grantaire thinks, time to make my move!

“Ferre and I have been conversing, and-” With this, Grantaire hops up on the back of the table and wraps his arms tightly around Enjolras. The blond man jumps about a foot in the air and lets out a high-pitched scream that if it had been any higher probably could have broken a window. Bahorel begins to laugh, but a disapproving look from Feuilly shuts him up.

“What the fuck, Grantaire!” Enjolras yells, and, although breathing heavily, the young leader still has his wits about him enough to punch Grantaire in the face with enough force to knock him off the back of the table, causing him to hit his head on the floor.

As his vision begins to go fuzzy, Grantaire thinks, Although being punched in the face by someone as beautiful as Enjolras is glorious, this is the last time I’m taking Courfeyrac up on a dare, drinks or not.

The third time it happens, it’s unintentional.

A surprisingly sober Grantaire enters the Musain and, giving a small wave to Madame Hucheloup, enters the back room to find the rest of Les Amis already sitting at their normal tables. When the door closes, all of them, even Enjolras, look at him expectantly.

Grantaire stares back at them just as intensely. “…What?” he finally asks the quiet room. “I’m not drunk enough for this!”

Éponine is the first to break the silence, looking at him like he’s an idiot. “Have you heard anything yet?”

“Um, about what?”

She rolls her eyes at him, shaking her head and laughing softly. “The paintings, you dipshit! Are they going on display?”

“Oh,” he replies quietly. “No, I haven’t, I’m expecting a call soon. It could happen at any point during the meeting. Sorry that it will interrupt your greatness, Apollo.” He ends this with a cheeky grin, and the daggers that Enjolras stares back at him are more than enough of a reaction to be satisfactory. Any acknowledgement he receives from Enjolras is wonderful. It’s better to have him despise you and argue with you constantly than for him to not notice you, Grantaire thinks with a sad smile.

Enjolras looks as though he is about to start an argument, but any possibility of this is ended by Grantaire’s phone going off, playing a Panic! At the Disco song that Enjolras is bound to hate. He pulls out the phone, and, recognizing the caller ID as the museum that was thinking about displaying his work, leaves the room.

“Hello?” he answers, working hard to bite back the anxiety filling his stomach.

“Hello, is this Grantaire?” a deep voice replies.

“Yes, that is my name.”

“This is Robert Dupard from Le Musée D’art. I was told to let you know that myself and all of the other members of the board here think your work is outstanding and we would be happy to have an exhibit of your paintings here.”

“Are you serious?” he breathes excitedly, unable to contain the grin on his face.

“Completely. Would you be able to meet with us here tomorrow afternoon at 4:00 to discuss plans for the exhibition?”

“I should be free. Thank you so much!”

“The pleasure is all ours. Have a good night.”

“I will, thank you!”

Grantaire hangs up, then puts on the best poker face he can with his current excitement. When he reenters the room, Éponine shushes the rest of the group.

“What was that about?” she asks.

“It was the museum,” he replies. He knows he can keep her in suspense without her being too pissed off with him later.


“And…” Grantaire lets his happiness reach his face. “They want to exhibit my work!”

The room erupts with cheers, and suddenly Grantaire is surrounded by his friends, each wanting to express their congratulations personally. Musichetta pulls him into a tight hug of excitement that nearly causes him to pass out. Marius gives him a nod and a smile, and Cosette gives his hand a light squeeze. Bahorel gives him a pat on the back that was probably much harder than he intended it to be.

However, a shove of affection from Courfeyrac sends him sprawling, and suddenly he is pressed up against Enjolras, arms outstretched. Both look at each other awkwardly for a second before Grantaire completes the hug. The rest of Les Amis look at him like he’s insane, and they are all surprised when Enjolras hugs him back loosely.

“Congratulations, Grantaire,” he says quietly in the young artist’s ear, sending a shiver of pleasure down Grantaire’s spine.

“Th-thank you,” he manages to stutter out. Goddamn, what is this boy doing to me?

The fourth time it happens, Enjolras is sobbing.

The meeting is going as usual, with the exception of Marius and Cosette being absent. However, as neither his sister nor her boyfriend are as committed to physically fighting for their rights as the rest of them, preferring to protest by writing articles for the local paper or posting things on their social media accounts, they do not always show up. Enjolras is not too concerned.

However, when La Marseillaise, which is his ringtone, begins to play, he stops to check his phone. Seeing that it is his stepfather, who almost never calls him (Enjolras still isn’t sure Valjean is entirely comfortable with him being gay), he deems it reason to put the meeting on hold.

“Hello, father,” he answers.

“Gabriel,” Valjean replies. “I assume you’re wondering why I called.”

“I was curious, yes. You know that I have meetings with Les Amis de L’ABC at this time every week, I have since I started university.”

“What’s that again? Oh yeah, that little social group of yours.” Enjolras has to bite back a frustrated comment on the fact that Les Amis can hardly be considered small. They gathered 400 students for the last protest about gender inequality on campus, and they had several more students afterwards requesting to join. “Regardless, what I need to tell you is more important.”

Enjolras is becoming more and more concerned as his stepfather continues. Valjean isn’t one to be overly dramatic, prison hardened him. If he says something is important, it probably is.

“What is it?”

“It’s about your sister. There was some water on the floor of her kitchen. Cosette slipped and hit her head on the counter pretty hard, and it knocked her out. Marius came to pick her up to go somewhere and found her passed out on the floor, he’s not sure how long she’d been there. Cosette’s in the hospital right now, and she still isn’t awake. Doctors are doing some tests to try to figure out what’s wrong.”

Enjolras gasps in shock. Cosette means more to him than almost anyone else does. They’ve been through hell and back together, struggling through foster homes (particularly the Thénardier household, which was not Éponine’s fault) when their mother couldn’t care for them, dealing with being put in Valjean’s care, and moving to Paris for university, and her safety is almost more important to him than his own. She is his closest confidante, and if he didn’t have her, he’s not sure what he’d do.

“Is she going to be okay? Where is she?”

“I’ll send you the address. Is there anything else you need?”

“N-no. Thank you.” Enjolras moves the phone back to his pocket. Everything seems to go hazy around him, and suddenly the world tilts. Enjolras attempts to choke down a sob, but it manages to escape his lips. His sister, in the hospital. It’s something he can’t imagine. He sinks to his knees.

“Enjolras? Are you alright? You look a little pale.” The voice comes from his right, and he doesn’t need to look to know it’s Grantaire, the one person he doesn’t need to seem him this close to tears. He’ll probably mock him, tell him to pull himself together, that he needs to be strong, that he shouldn’t cry…

“That was my stepfather,” he manages to whisper. “Cosette was in an accident. She’s in the hospital.” With this, the wall that he is attempting to build to hold back his tears falls down. His shoulders shake with sobs. He steels himself for Grantaire’s ridicule, after all, he’ll tear down Enjolras’s arguments when giving speeches, why should there be any less ridicule today? Three… two…

Enjolras does not expect Grantaire to pull him into his lap, but there are suddenly warm, comforting arms wrapped around him, rocking him slowly back and forth, and there are soft, comforting words in his ear.

“Shhh, it’s alright, Cosette will be okay, I’ll take you to the hospital once you calm down, okay?” Grantaire pets his hair, and it’s one of the most comforting things he’s ever felt. Enjolras knows they probably look ridiculous, huddled on the floor of the Musain, Grantaire cradling him like a child and him sobbing, holding onto the artist’s green sweatshirt like it’s a lifeline, but he doesn’t care, because this is what he needs at the moment.

He leans into the reassuring touch of Grantaire’s hand, and manages to choke out a small “thank you.”

Grantaire replies, “Of course.”

The fifth time it happens, both of them are a bundle of feelings.

Grantaire doesn’t quite remember what or who started the argument, but it’s spiralled out of control. It’s to the point that Courfeyrac and Combeferre have stopped trying to hold Enjolras back, and Éponine and Bahorel have stopped trying to coax Grantaire back to his seat with the promise of another drink. They’re both yelling things at this point that are probably not making any sense, but are somehow managing to get their points across.

Grantaire is considering throwing a bottle at Enjolras. The man can be so infuriating! With his perfect hair and his brilliant blue eyes and his voice and his hands that look like perfectly sculpted marble and oh my god Grantaire stop getting turned on by how goddamn frustrating he is! Grantaire has to admit that he honestly doesn’t care what they’re arguing about anymore, because the feeling he gets from arguing with Enjolras- blood boiling, pulse racing, face flushing- is so much better than anything drinking does for him.

“You know what?” Grantaire yells. “Your fucking protests won’t do a goddamn thing if they stay where they are! If you don’t go to the fucking government, it won’t do a fucking thing! And those so-called supporters of yours? If it gets to the point that we have to build a fucking barricade, they will abandon our sorry asses because they don’t give a shit about the cause if it gets to be too fucking physical! You’ll be left the hell alone with just our sorry lot, and how the fuck will you win then?”

As soon as he says this, the room goes quiet, the rest of Les Amis casting silent glances between Grantaire and Enjolras, and Grantaire thinks, Oh shit, what have I done? Enjolras looks like he is at a loss for words, mouth opening and closing like a fish, but the fiery fury building up behind his eyes is not something Grantaire wants to face.

Enjolras moves towards him with a purpose, and Grantaire thinks he is going to be smacked in the face, but Enjolras stops when there are about two feet between them. Grantaire tries to avoid his gaze, but Enjolras’s eyes lock on his, and a look of pure betrayal and hurt crosses over them before being replaced by the fire again.

“Fuck you!” Enjolras says this softly, with what almost sounds like a sob, but he spits it out like venom, and Grantaire backs away about three feet from fear of being burned. “Fuck you and your perfect little arguments that can tear my paragraphs-long speeches and opinions down with two goddamn sentences! Fuck you and your silent paintings that say more than my words ever could! Fuck you and your hands that can lift up huge piles of wood or injured students like they weigh nothing but can also draw and paint with such careful precision. Fuck you and the way that your eyes can pierce my soul from the back of the room! Fuck you and the fact that you can make me feel so goddamn small and vulnerable, but also like I can do anything! Fuck you and the fact that your arguments and cynicalness make me want to hate you, but I just can’t! Fuck you and your words that stay in my head no matter what I do!”

With each sentence, Enjolras gains more confidence and fury and frustration, slowly moving forward until they are standing mere inches apart. Towards the end, Enjolras begins to choke out his sentences, tears streaming down his face, and Grantaire realizes, Oh god, look how much I’ve hurt him, I never meant to do this and now he’s crying, what do I do?

His voice near a whisper, silent tears falling from his blue eyes, Enjolras says, “Fuck you and how badly you make me want to kiss you.”

Grantaire freezes, stunned, but replies just as softly, “Then do.”

It is Enjolras’s turn to be stunned. “What?”

No time to think about this, just act, Grantaire decides, and he presses his mouth against Enjolras’s for just a moment. The young leader tenses up, and at first Grantaire thinks, oh shit, I misunderstood him, but then he hears a laugh and Enjolras is kissing him hard, in full force, and oh god that’s perfect and all he can taste is Enjolras, sweet and warm and everything good in this world. Somehow his hands end up threaded in those perfect golden curls and Enjolras’s arms are wrapped around his neck and he is panting and oh fuck that’s Enjolras’s tongue inside his mouth and he can’t help the moan that escapes his lips.

It’s not until they hear Combeferre awkwardly clearing his throat, when they are finally forced to pull apart for air, that they remember they aren’t alone in the room. Enjolras and Grantaire look at each other, then the rest of Les Amis who were just forced to watch a makeout-fest, and they burst into peals of laughter. Grantaire wraps his arms tightly around Enjolras, and the blond man doesn’t hesitate for even a second before returning the gesture, resting his head on Grantaire’s shoulder.

“Um… could Enjolras and I have a minute in here?” Grantaire laughs.

“Take it,” a slightly uncomfortable-looking Marius says from the corner, sitting down. “We can wait.”

“He means alone, love.” Cosette smiles, shaking her head.

“Oh,” Marius replies softly. Courfeyrac gives his friend a hand up, then leads the rest of Les Amis out of the room, winking at Grantaire as he exits.

Once the room is quiet, Enjolras looks up at Grantaire. “Where do we go from here?” he asks. “Are we a thing?”

“Do you want us to be?” Grantaire replies.

Enjolras smiles. “Yes, of course. Do you?”

“I wouldn’t have kissed you if I didn’t.”

“How long have you known you’re in love with me?”

“Who said I’m in love with you?” Grantaire laughs, earning a playful glare from Enjolras. “No, but seriously, I’ve pretty much always known, from the moment I met you, that you would be an important part of my life. I don’t know when I fully realized it. How about you?”

“It was pretty similar with me. I always had the suspicion that what I felt for you was more than intense anger at how infuriating you can be,” he laughs.

“You’re pretty infuriating, too,” Grantaire replies.

“Unlike you, though, I can pinpoint the moment I realized I was right about my suspicions.” Enjolras kisses Grantaire on the cheek, causing the darker-haired man to sigh with happiness.

“Oh, really? And when was that?”

“A moment you were way too drunk to remember. You fed me a terrible pick-up line, then fell on me. It was the first time you’d ever hugged me, and if I didn’t know before, I certainly knew then that I was, and am, 100% in love with you.”

The sixth time it happens, Enjolras initiates the embrace.

Waking up on a lazy Saturday next to the love of his life, he drapes a sleepy arm over a still-snoring Grantaire and holds him close. The tired young man snuggles in closer, and Enjolras presses a slow kiss into his curly dark mane before letting out a small sigh of content. This is how it was always meant to be.

Well, there you go, Hope everyone enjoyed it, keep an eye out for another piece sometime later today!

so i was tagged by the lovely blacksoapbaby​ for the beauty products tag so 

  • Jamaican Black Castor oil- i have very dry hair so i use this on wash days for sealing and i put a little bit in at night so when i wake up i don’t have to do to much to make it look presentable i guess (they started selling this at target!!!!)
  • Regular Castor Oil- this i mix with extra virgin olive oil and use as like an oil cleanser and i put the mix on my face at night so it draws out impurities and junk and my lips cuz it helps them with the scarring 
  • Argan Oil- i know everyones heard about this but i use it now cuz my hair is shorter and JBC oil is so heavy but it’s mostly my daily facial moisturizer/ i put it on my nails cuz i bite them and it helps them grow back (this was $8 at walmart!!!!)
  • tgin Honey Miracle Mask- since my hair is so dry i thought the Shea Moisture masque for dry hair was my best bet but this has honey in it and honey is a humectant and that’s helped my hair so much more than shea moisture (it’s just a few bucks more expensive :/ but if i put this on before i wash my hair then it works so much better too)
  • Shea Butter- you don’t have to get this premium grade shea butter but amazon was having a sale on this when i bought it but sometimes i put this on my face at night and if i want an extra glow/moisture i use it as a moisturizer but mostly i use it on the dryer places on my body/places i want to be softer like my hips/knees/thighs/elbows
  • Organic Raw Honey- this was the cheapest i’ve seen and it’s solid at room temp so don’t get the honey that’s all loaded with sugar and junk! my ~natural philosophy~ for masks is if you can’t eat it don’t put it on your face (but this doesn’t include bentonite/indian clay or activated charcoal lmao) so i like honey or an egg on my face
  • Pure Aloe- (this isn’t the kind i normally i get i like the lily of the desert brand but my brother bought this and puts it in his protein shakes but i like it cuz it’s good for joints! but idt it matters) this is my toner cuz it brightens the skin so it’s good for anyone with dark spots
  • Shea Moisture Aran Oil and Raw Shea line- this is just my favorite scent of all their products. i think the bar soap lasts longer/is a better buy than the liquid and i use it as shampoo cuz it’s natural. the body oil is bomb and lasts longer than the lotion and is just as moisturizing imo. the scrub is bomb cuz i have little bumps on my shoulders for whatever reason and they get a little worse in the summer from the sun (i just bought the bath soak in this line and it’s bomb too!!)

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“Finders keepers, losers weepers. Whoever lost this obviously didn’t care for it enough or else it would haven’t been left behind. It’s my duty and responsibility to keep this castle clean so I’ll just…” Fabian crept slowly to the edge of the window and tossed out the item straight out the castle window.

  • just a fun little character game. fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by.  repost & tag away !

TAGGED BY:  @enchantedxforbearance (thanks!)
TAGGING:  @ladylancelot @myfairhart @tunedriver @babysmixtape and whoever else wants to.


001. Caring
002. Impulsive
003. Playful
004. Keen
005. Intrigued


001. Purple
002. Baby Blue
003. Emerald
004. Topaz
005. Black


001. Sea Breeze
002. Car Fresheners
003. Daises
004. Home cooking
005. Lavender 


001. Headphones
002. Denim Jackets
003. Music Player
004. Vinyl Records
005. Notepads


001. Caressing
002. Direct Eye Contact
003. Standing tall
004. Holding hands behind her
005. Warm smiles


001. Cities
002. Open Road
003. Diner Life
004. Desert Nomad
005. Ballroom Dancing
006. Laundromats 

So let’s talk about 5x06 “Crazy Love”

• “Mick”
• Mickey not letting Svetlana call the cops, cause he doesn’t want his boy to go to jail
• Mickey blaming himself
• Ian being cute as fuck even with bipolar
• Ian trying to take care of Evgeny
• “I’m worried about you”
• “I love you”
• Mickey sitting there alone surrounded by fucking suitcase
• Mickey looking terrified when Carl’s talking about Monica
• “I’m sorry…” and Mickey blaming himself again. Btw Lip is not the one, who should say something like “you should’ve listened to me”, cause it didn’t look like he or whoever else except Mickey tried to take care of Ian
• Mickey getting out of a car before it even stopped, cause he can’t wait to know if Ian is okay
• “His partner. Lover. Family”
• First. Ever. Hug. Mickey’s touching Ian’s face, pushing their heads together, holding him tight, closing his eyes
• Mickey and Ev awwwwww so cute
• Ian sleeping on Mickey’s shoulder oh my goodness
• Mickey talking with his voice breaking trying not to cry
• “You tried. It’s a lot more than most people would do” and a lot more than anyone actually did
• This look of Ian’s like he’s asking Mickey if it’s what he needs to do
• Ian not being able to say anything to Mickey, cause he’s ashamed of what he did and he’s afraid Mickey’s angry at him
• But he isn’t
• So here’s the second heartbreaking hug. Mickey just grabs Ian and now they just hold each other, both crying. Ian with his head on Mick’s shoulder, Mickey touching Ian’s hair
• Mickey still holding Ian
• This pain in their eyes
• “Can I go in with him?”
• Mickey crying on Ian’s shoulder
• Them looking on each other through the grid

And me slowly dying of how much these two love each other, how much Mickey’s trying to protect Ian from everything in this world, and how hurt Mickey is, cause he just doesn’t know how to help Ian and how hurt Ian is when he sees, that Mickey’s hurt.
This episode was the strongest one and the most painful one. But it also was the most wonderful one, cause now we all see, that these two will go through some tough times, yeah, but in the end of the day they need each other more than anything, and they will always be there for each other.

See if you can spot the difference

Feel free to correct me on anything ‘cause I haven’t watched 2x16, duh, buuuuut since I’m still subscribed to The CW on YouTube I got the Frary hallway scene on my feed and that’s all I’ll comment on and OMG! I think that has to be the most disturbing conversation I’ve ever witnessed between a husband and wife. And of course I know Reign well enough to know what followed.. Francis slept with that chick, and as expected, all Monde shippers out there were clapping and said “Look they are BOTH cheating now, in your face Frary shippers. Oh and Francis sucks btw”.

My response -

#1. Thank you for FINALLY acknowledging that what Mary and Conde are doing IS in fact, cheating. Of course you are finally accepting it ONLY because Francis slept with someone else, and I’m not denying that it is also cheating by theoretical definition. There is a BIG difference in the two though, which I’ll get to later. But hey, after all those posts from Monde shippers that just ‘cause they ship them doesn’t mean they condone infidelity, I will take this realization from your side as a win for humanity! *quick victory dance*

#2. Yes, the Frary ship has sunk.*cries forever* No denying that.Their marriage is a joke. Marriage in general on this show is a joke. Every spouse must cheat on the other. We have learned all this. But, hating on Francis and giving Mary a free pass just as always, ‘cause he slept with that chick? No, just no.

Let’s play a game shall we? It’s called SPOT THE DIFFERENCE!

Scene 1

Francis: Mary, pls don’t cheat on me. You remember, after the stick fight, I told you about Queens being beheaded for infidelity? I’m sorry but THAT IS STILL TRUE AND WILL ALWAYS BE!

Mary: Haven’t you heard? I have what they call “selective amnesia and hearing syndrome”. So, try again. Full disclosure, I may or may not register it.

Francis: …

Mary: And, FYI, you’re being really unfair if you expect me to be a sitting duck like you are ready to be for me, and be faithful to you, while I desire another and wanna wipe out the past by sexing him.

Francis: That’ll get you and your boytoy killed, woman! I’ll say it again, pls don’t cheat! You couldn't make a stupider decision than this.

Mary: CHALLENGE ACCEPTED! And you’re just saying that ‘cause your jealous.

Francis: YES YOU IDIOT, I LOVE YOU! Did you really think I wouldn’t or shouldn't be?? Are you fucking kidding me? My wife, who used to supposedly love me more that anything in this world, and whom I still love, suddenly seems to care only about some other dude and actively wants to have an affair with him! In which universe would I not be jealous? Are you now even gonna blame me for not letting you cheat on me? But I love you and I know this shit that you are pulling is some PTSD bull mixed with you being impulsive as shit. And I also know you’ll heal in time and I’ll wait till then and I think you should too. Just don’t do anything stupid.

Mary: Fuck this shit, I’m gonna have me some Conde.

Scene 2

Chick: *flirts with Francis*

Francis: *massive eye roll + heaves a sigh of relief on seeing Mary*
Oh good there’s my WIFE! MARY, my WIFE, tell this chick that WE both are hubby and wifey plus King and Queen and have serious royal shit to do tonight, TOGETHER. *massive mind wiiiiiiiiiiiiink*

Mary: *feels the wink* Lol do I even know you? Go do whatever you want. There is no WE anymore. am gonna be elsewhere with CondeYOU are gonna be with this missus here. Done deal.

FrancisPlease reconsider this! Gimme SOME indication that you even give a shit about me as a fellow human being, who happens to be your husband! I’ll ask again, reeeeaaal slow, DO YOU WANT ME TO SLEEP WITH HER? Will THAT make you happy and “breathe easier”? Lemme rephrase that, HAVE YOU COMPLETELY GIVEN UP ON US? 

Mary: Bitch, did I stutter? I said GO DO YOUR THING! MOVE ON, MAN. And I’m gonna go do the same. Be happy with this chick or whoever else. See if I care. Mary out.

Francis: FML.

Spot the differences and you get a chocolate.

This scene was so heartbreaking and disturbing ‘cause it had a husband BEGGING his wife to not give up on them and a wife who literally pushed, more like shoved him into another woman’s arms and gives her “blessing” to the cheating or whatever the hell that “your night is free” bull shit was. *I’m numb with pain*

Observation from my Frary heart->

As she walked away though, her face gave me a sliver of hope for my Frary heart. She looked as if she was going to breakdown any second. And it made me realize, this scene was a harsher, more blatant version of 2x13 ending scene. She literally pushed him to “move on” and be “happy” with someone else in the harshest , most cruel way possible -> by seeming to not care about him and them anymore. ‘Cause she knows that’s the only way Francis would ever do something like this (as she and we have learned in the past).
I’m guessing she has convinced herself that this is the only way for both of them to be “happy” or whatever(which makes ZERO sense to me btw but PTSD and Francis caused it all y’all, never forget! *screams forever*)

General Thoughts ->

And wow I’m really loving the attitude some people have towards the show.. Very “feminist” I must say.. Which is perfect for the “feminist” show that is Reign.
So let’s see, when Mary “moves on” with another man, you ask us to stop blaming her ‘cause she deserves to be happy, even if it is in another man’s arms. But when Francis “moves on” (and is still miserable btw) you all start “see he doesn’t even love her, he sucks”. Am I okay with the fact that Francis slept with that chick? HELL NO, I’m not ok.. I’m not ok with any of the shit that’s been happening since 2x09!  My heart is broken because my OTP has been shredded into tiny tiny pieces just like my heart and been scattered all over Con-fucking-de and that chick. My OTP is by definition cheating on each other, and it is excruciating. I’m gonna say it again, their marriage is a joke atm. But am I gonna blame him for doing exactly what his wife wants him to do, pushes him to do AND is going to do herself? N.O. People need to understand that Feminism = Men and Women, EQUAL.
Feminism =/= Women doing whatever the shit they want and we praise them, and make excuses for their horrendous behavior, and if the men do something (a totally different ball park in this case though), we jump down their throats with daggers (which we never even sheathed in the first place. Be ready at Fr-)
So lemme get this straight, Mary can “move on” with Con-FUCKING-de or whoever else she wants to and find “happiness”, she can hardly give a fuck about her husband or anyone else who is not Conde anymore but we need to stand by her? Meanwhile, Francis begs Mary that he doesn’t want to give up on them bazillion times but after finally submitting to it and trying to be “happy”, we need to hate on him, ‘cause wait, he is Francis. Yup, I’m so done with this show and this portion of the fandom.

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Maybe that's how anakin got his scar; he got drunk and tried to kiss R2 who had a knife tapped on him for some reason. It's poetic justice that he would forever bear marks of his shame


Deadass right now I’m mad as fuck about the entire season 4 of OITNB for obvious reasons, but finishing the final episode I can honestly say I deeply appreciate what they did with it. It’s beyond the controversy of it being an predominately non people of color team of writers for the show but look at what they did. They showed how woman of color, the Blacks and Hispanics, are dehumanized, disrespected, degraded and treated as they are worth nothing in the prison system. As the CO’s continuously “stopped and frisked” them for no reason while also making sexual jokes they tried to bring it to attention but went continuously ignored. As Sophia was thrown in the SHU for a extended period of time over a hate crime for being a trans woman of color, as many times as her wife tried to get her out of there she was ignored. And as my heart is bleeds now for the woman’s name I will say ,Poussey Washington, the young black woman who was killed in the hands of a CO and America’s prison system over defending a mentally ill friend was ignored as her body was left on the cafeteria floor for over a day after her murder.

I found myself getting anger for the treatment of these women who are people like you and I who made mistakes and are trying to fix them. They were ignored and belittled in so many ways it made me sick to hear the comments CO’s made to them. How dare someone force a person to stand and urinate on themselves because they refuse to left you touch them, or do something so gruesome and inhuman like swallow a baby mouse, instigate a fight between inmates or call your inmates jiggaboo’s and other racial slurs for jokes and laughs. But really pay attention to how the women of color were treated versus the white inmates. Piper would talk to the Captain CO because he listened to her and the Warden only got Sophia out of the SHU because the nun had been caught trying to save her until her cell phone was revealed. After all the times every other women of color had complained about their treatment in that prison it took white women trying to do something to get very little accomplished.

This season was brutality honest about how the prison system treats women of color and again as I deeply saddened by the lose of Poussey Washington but I really do admire what the writers did. As they left her body rotting on the cafeteria floor to take up time to decide how they would make her out to be your stereotypical angry, violent Black Woman it was clear they didn’t care or value her Beautiful Black life. As they tried to flip an innocent picture of her having fun to make her seem thug like it was clear they didn’t care about her black life at all. They saw it as they slipped up and needed to flip it before they got caught. You would have thought the Warden would have at least had some respect to call her father once it happened but once he made his announcement to the press he didn’t even say the Woman’s name. This Black Woman wasn’t a life, person, soul or human being. She was simply a inmate who was okay to die, because if it were Judy King, who was given special treatment in separate rooms, recommended suite mates or special classes or any other white woman in that prison there wouldn’t have been a cover up story because then they would have had a big problem versus a black girl dead.

It’s clear to me CO’s and whoever else in power who runs the prison system do not care for the Black Lives that Matter or the respect the Hispanic and Black Women deserve. They were repeatedly told that they were not people but criminals, but if you ask me the real criminals are those in power who claim to follow the “good ole American Flag” and all it represents, including degrading, discrediting, disrespecting and profiting off the backs of Black lives. They don’t like to acknowledge slavery, racism, the civil rights movement or anything else we’ve contribute to on this land, but I will acknowledge Poussey Washington’s name and hope they fight to make everyone in the prison say her name as well like we did in reality with Ms. Sandra Bland, Symone Marshall, Kindra Chapman, Joyce Curnell, Ralkina Jones, Raynette Turner and all the Black Women who have died in police custody.

So to the predominate non people of color writing team of “Orange is the New Black”, thank you for showcasing the struggles for Woman of Color in the corrupt prison system.

ok but do you guys understand just HOW MUCH tsukiyama must have cared about kaneki if he went into a depressed state, was bed-ridden, and barely ate for 3 years? and potentially formed a kakuja?
like who knows what the fuck hide is doing, and touka and yomo and whoever else loved/cared about kaneki are just chillin and working at :re, while tsukiyama’s whole life is just 100% fucked.

he is the only character whose love for kaneki could compare to or even surpass hide’s. hide, who’s known kaneki since they were kids. murder my fucking soul