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SKAM S04E06 Clip 5 - Let’s go bitches

ISAK: Hello.

SANA: Hi.

EVEN: Hi, Sana.

ISAK: Where did you see it last?

EVEN: I don’t know. I think it’s in the bed, but I can’t find it. I’m sorry I’m stressing. I have to make it to work on time for once.

SANA: What a nice place.

ISAK: Thank you. Snooped around flea markets and picked out the cheapest stuff.

EVEN: You call that snooping?

ISAK: Yeah, I guess it’s that. Took the first -

EVEN: We were able to get quite a lot of stuff.

ISAK: Huh?

EVEN: We were able to get quite a lot of stuff.

ISAK: Yeah.

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Face the Music

Prompt: If your requests are open, could you write a oneshot were batsis,who’s between Tim and Damian’s age or is Damian’s twin sister, is constantly ignored, like they don’t mean to but she’s just kind of invisible to/overshadowed by the batfam, so she decides on staying with the superfam over summer to help at the Kent Farm (Of course Alfred knows but he doesn’t tell) and the batfam doesn’t notice till like a month in that batsis isn’t at Wayne Manor and they’re trying to find her and such.

 ———-

Being the granddaughter of the Demon Head isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Being Damian’s twin sister is even worse.

“Dad?”

“Not now, Y/N”

Your father keeps his back turned and continues to talk to Damian. “Dad, I just …”

“I said not now!”

Damian’s lip curls slightly when he glances at you, “Leave now, Y/N. Father and I are discussing the Mission, which you are not a part of”

You flinch, and quickly leave the cave. “Alfred?”

“In the study, Miss Y/N. Were you able to talk to your father?”

“No, he was busy with Dami, he didn’t have time to talk to me”

Alfred sighs quietly, “You cannot allow the men of this house to ignore you, Miss Y/N”

“I try Alfred! I try to get their attention! But I’m just not good enough! I’m not part of the Mission so I don’t warrant any attention!”

Gentle hands draw you into a brief hug, “You do not need your fathers permission, this time. I will allow you to go to the Kent farm for the summer. Who will be there?”

“Kon, Clark, and Clarks mom, Martha. I’m gonna be helping out around the farm”

“Very well. As long as you promise to write to me at least once a week.”

That forces a chuckle out of you, “This isn’t the old times, Alfie. I can just call you”

“Perhaps I enjoy receiving letters, Miss Y/N”

“Alright, alright, I’ll do both. You’ll keep me updated on the boys?”

“Of course. Now” Alfred gently nudges you toward the door, “It is time for you to pack. I received a call from Mister Kent, he will be here in three hours to pick you up”

“Thanks, Alfred!”

You and Clark land in front of the Kent farm, Kon landing behind you. “Why is this bag so heavy?!”

Rolling your eyes you turn and take the duffel bag from your friend, “Stop whining! You have super strength, and the bag isn’t that heavy! It just has cloths in it!”

“Clark? Is that you?”

“Yeah, Ma! I brought Conner and Y/N with me!”

Martha Kent quickly steps out to the front porch, “Well don’t just stand there come give your mother a hug!” Clark smiles, quickly giving Martha a hug, Kon is next, and the, surprisingly, Marth wraps her arms around you. For a split second, you panic, not having receive a hug from anyone but Alfred in a long time.  “It’s so nice to meet you, Y/N! I hope you enjoy staying with us. Come on now, I’ve made pie”

Clank stands beside Conner, “They ignore her you know, the Bats. She didn’t even tell them she was leaving. The poor kids touch-starved and she doesn’t even realize it”

Conner nods, “I know, but Grandma will fix that. The two of us will just have to make sure that she has the best summer possible”

“Yeah, we will”

“Pennyworth, who were you talking to?”

“No one, Master Damian, just a family member of mine”

Damian’s eyes narrow but decides to let the subject go, “Father would like to know if you have seen Y/N. Todd asked where she was, and Father has not seen her”

“I can’t say that I have, Master Damian. I have not seen her in quite a while”

Damian hums, “Very well, I will tell father and Todd”

Almost an hour later Jason comes up from the Cave. “Alfred, Damian says that you haven’t seen Y/N? How long has it been?”

“Quite a while, Master Jason. Come to think of it, I cannot quite remember the last time I saw Miss Y/N”

“Damn, well I’m gonna try her phone again. If you see her, will you let her know I need to talk to her?”

“Of course”

“Thanks, Alfie”

Once Jason leaves, Alfred picks up the phone and calls Y/N. After a month and a half the rest of her family has finally notice that she wasn’t in the Manor.

“I don’t know, Kon. I’ve never ridden a horse before, what if I fall off?”

Conner chuckles, gently picking you up and putting you on the back of the horse, “If you fall, I’ll catch you. You don’t have to worry about falling, Blueberry’s really smooth”

“Alright, as long as you stay with me”

A gentle hand steadies you in the saddle, “Don’t worry, I’ve got you”

Once the two of you get going, and you learn how to balance on the horse, the ride is surprisingly easy. The two of you make a loop around the farm, just taking in the open land. By the time you get back to the farm house the sun is starting to disappear behind the horizon.

“It’s so peaceful here, I wish I didn’t have to leave”

“You can come back whenever you want, you know. Grandma already said that you’re welcome whenever.”

Before you can respond, Clark steps into the barn. “Alfred called while you were on your ride. He said your father has finally noticed that you aren’t in the Manor. Jason actually noticed you missing first.”

“I’m not missing, I tried to tell Dad where I was going, but he was too busy to listen”

“Well, you might want to call him and tell him you’re fine, because he just sent out an emergency alert to all members of the Justice League.”

“WHAT?!?!”

Clark runs a nervous hand through his hair, “Batman called a meeting, all of the original members of the Justice League are gonna be there. I think you should call him, let him know that you’re safe, and tell him to call off the search”

You’re shaking, everything seems like it’s too much as this point, “He can’t be bothered with me when I’m at the Manor. Clark I’ve been gone for a month and a half, almost two months at this point, and they are just now noticing that I’m gone. I’m so done right now. I’m not calling him, I’m not calling any of them. You can tell my father where I am when you have your meeting, but he won’t be hearing anything from me”

“You know that I have to tell him, right?”

“You really don’t, Kal” Conner throws an arm around your shoulders, drawing you close, “She’s right, they didn’t even notice that she was gone. Y/N can just live here, with me and Grandma, somewhere she’ll have people who care about her”

“Kon, you know that’s not the right thing to do …”

“IT’S NOT RIGHT HOW THEY TREAT HER!!” Conner visibly pulls back, reigning in his anger, “It’s not right how they ignore her, it’s practically child neglect.”

“I know, but now she can come here. Now she has us to look after her. She’s always welcome in either of our apartments.”

“Thank you guys. You – you don’t know how much this means to me. But, Clark’s right, he has to tell my father that I’m safe. You should probably head to your meeting now, I’m gonna enjoy the rest of today with Conner”

Clark nods, pulling you into a tight hug before he flies away.

“What if we run away together. We can find some remote island, I can fly back and forth to the main land for supplies. It could just be the two of us, and anyone else we decided to tell”

You and Conner are laying on the roof of the barn, watching the stars. You never knew how many of them there are, the Gotham smog tends to block out all starlight.

“An island, huh? I don’t really think I’d want to live on an island, too many sharks in the ocean. How about we live in the mountains.”

“That could work!”

“I’m kidding! I can’t just run away forever. Dad wouldn’t stop looking for me, and then he’d pull out the kryptonite just to he could beat the crap out of you!”

Connor pauses mid-laugh, “Clark’s on his way back. Bruce will be here in the morning, he had to take care of something in Gotham tonight”

“Of course he did. The Mission is more important than anything” Clark lands quietly beside you, still wearing the Superman suit, “So, how did your meeting go?”

“Bruce was angry. Apparently, Alfred refused to tell him anything, and at first so did I. Eventually I told him that you were somewhere safe. He managed to deduce that you were here. He said that he’ll …”

“Be here tomorrow morning, yeah, I know.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N”

“It’s not your fault, Clark. Like I said before, nothing comes before the Mission, not even his own children”

“Come down to the house, Ma made apple pie”

“Alright, it’s probably the last time I’ll ever have it. Dad will probably lock me in the Manor and then forget about me”

“We won’t let that happen, I promise”

“What are you gonna do, Conner? Break into Batman’s house, and kidnap me?”

Conner’s eyes briefly flash red, “If I have to, that’s exactly what I’ll do”

The next morning comes too soon. You know that your father is going to be angry, that he’s probably going to lock you in the Manor, and that your twin is going to be pissed that he had to look for you.

“I could hide you in the barn, you know.”

You roll your eyes, “I’m not hiding in a barn from my own father, I just wish that I could stay out here. It’s so … quiet compared to Gotham. There’s no villains, no vigilantes, no galas, nothing like that. Everything just seems simpler out here”

“I know what you mean. It’s nice to have a sanctuary. Clark has his Fortress of Solitude, and I mean I could go there too, but I like it better here.”

“I understand. Did Clark say what time Dad would be here?”

“No” Connor takes a huge bite of her cereal, pointing the now empty spoon at you, “He hasn’t tried to call you?”

“He can’t, remember, my phone slid off the roof, I haven’t exactly had time to get another one!”

“Oh yeah” He pauses, tilting his head toward the door. “Clark said that your dad is about 50 miles away, so he should be here in the next half hour”

“Yeah, I assumed he would be here early”

“There’s still enough time, we can make a break for it …”

You just roll your eyes, going into the kitchen to help Mrs. Kent clean up from breakfast. Exactly twenty-two minutes later Connor comes to get you. The jet is less than a mile away, and Clark said that it would be best if you were already waiting on the porch. The jet comes into view a minute later. Taking a deep breath, you square your shoulders an raise your chin, it’s finally time to face the music.

Jason is actually the first one out of the jet. He sprints up the porch steps and wraps you tightly in his arms.

“Don’t you ever do something like that again, you hear me?” He’s trembling, fine tremors wrack his whole body, “I thought something had happened to you. I’m gone for 3 months and you go missing, no one’s heard from you, no leads, nothing, you just aren’t there anymore”

Jason was the only one in your family, other than Alfred, who didn’t ignore you. He was constantly stealing you away from the Manor just to spend time with you, but sometimes he would go on missions that lasted between three to six months. Half the time he wouldn’t be able to contact you at all, and your father refused to tell you anything.

“I left a note for you …”

“Yeah, and all it said was that you were leaving for a while. That doesn’t help me, short stack! You scared the shit out of me!”

“Sorry, Jay. I kinda expected to be back before you came home”

“I asked B to wait in the jet until I talked to you. He’s pissed, Y/N. He flipped his shit when he realized you’d left. How long have you been gone, kid? Obviously, a while, you’re a hell of a lot tanner than when I last saw you”

“I’ve been here for almost two months as this point.”

Jason’s eyes widen, one hand running through his hair, “Two months … You’ve been gone for two goddamn months, and your own father didn’t fucking notice?!?!?”

“Um, yeah” You scratch the back of your head nervously, “I left with Conner and Clark on June 16th, and its August 3rd now”

“I’m gonna kill him”

“Don’t do that! You promised me no more killing unless absolutely necessary!”

“This is necessary!”

Mrs. Kent opens the front door, still drying her hands on a dish towel, “What’s all this ruckus out here? Clark! Where are your manors? Invite these nice people in for some snacks”

“Ma, I don’t …”

“Clark Kent, I know I raised you with manors”

“Yes, ma’am. Y/N, I’ll get Bruce and Damian from the Jet, why don’t you, Jason, and Conner head inside”

“Thanks, Clark”

Being stared down by your father and twin brother is extremely awkward, especially when they aren’t saying anything. It isn’t until after the snacks are cleared away, and everyone has once again moved out to the porch that they say something.

“Are you going to return to Gotham with us, sister? Or are you going to continue to run away and waste our time?”

“I didn’t run away, Damian!”

“tt” Damian rolls his eyes, mouth set in an almost permanent sneer, “You do not tell anyone where you are going, refuse to answer your phone, refuse to come home of your own violation … need I go on?”

“I tried to tell you and father! You two were too busy to listen to me! I told Alfred where I was going, and if anything happened I was living in the same house as two Super’s!”

Your father finally steps forward, getting in between you and your twin, “What you did was irresponsible and selfish, Y/N. What if the city needed me while I was out searching for you? People could have died because of your actions. Do you know what it’s like to have to worry about someone who …?”

Tears sting your eyes, “Go ahead! What were you going to say? Someone who can’t defend themselves? Someone who’s a disappointment? Someone who will never be the daughter you wanted? Someone who refuses to be ignored any longer?!” You take a deep shuddering breath, finally meeting your father’s eyes, “Then why did you come? Why did you come if I’m so terrible to have around?”

Bruce reaches out, tries to touch your shoulder, but you quickly evade, “Y/N …”

“No, you listen. I’ve been gone for two months! Two whole months, and you weren’t even the one to notice that I was gone! Jason noticed before you did, dad!” More tears slid down your cheeks, “Do you know what it’s like to be ignored like this? To be so easily forgotten? Dad, do you know why I was allowed to live?” Bruce shakes his head, “I was meant to die shortly after Damian and I moved in with you. Mother had orchestrated my death, it was meant to bring you closer to her, out of shared parental grief. I’m not sure why I didn’t die, but sometimes … sometimes I wish I did!!”

“Kid …”

It’s like all the fight’s drained out of you, and now you’re just tired, “It’s okay, Jason. I won’t argue anymore, I’ll go back to the Manor. I won’t leave anytime soon, it’ll be just like before”

“Y/N, don’t …”

You turn, facing Conner, “Thank you, for everything this summer. It was really nice to spend time with you, and I really hope that we can stay friends”

Conner envelopes you in a huge hug, squeezing you tightly to his chest, “Of course we can, we’ll be friends forever now.”

“Y/N”

“I’m coming father, I won’t keep you from Gotham any longer, just let me grab my bag”

“Sister …”

“Don’t start your shit, Damian. Being your twin sister has been hell, and right now I can’t take any of your insults”

Damian looks taken aback by your hostility, “I only wanted to say that I am sorry for how I treated you in the past, and I hope you know that … I will protect you if Mother ever tries to hurt you”

You let out an exhausted sigh, “Yeah, you’ll protect me, if you even notice me. I’ll be back in a minute, I need to pack”

Once Y/N is gone Jason, Conner, and Clark turn to face Bruce and Damian.

“You see what you’ve done now, Bruce? You see what I’ve been trying to tell you for years? Do you even know that girl? She’s been with you for six years now, she’s your daughter, and you don’t even know what her favorite color is!”

Bruce straightens, “I understand that I haven’t been very present in her life …”

“I’m gonna stop you there, Mr. Wayne. I understand that you’re Batman, that you protect Gotham from the bad guys, but did you ever think of how much damage you have done to that girl upstairs. Y/N is … she’s amazing, probably one of the most kind hearted and forgiving girls that I have ever met, and you’ve hurt her. You have made her feel worthless, like she doesn’t deserve attention, and I’ve been working for two months now to fix that.” Conner straightens his shoulders, “I’ll be visiting her a lot, just to make sure that you don’t undo what I’ve accomplished. You have a really special girl, Mr. Wayne, I’d hate to see you lose her forever.” Then the teenager turns and walks into the house.

“He’s right, Bruce”

“I know he’s right, Clark! I know I’ve messed up! I don’t need everyone here to tell me that”

Clark opens his mouth, but Jason beats him to it, “Then what are you going to do about it!? You can bitch that you know how terrible of a father you are, but what are you going to do to fix it? Because don’t think for once second that I won’t take her away from you. Conner and I won’t let you neglect her anymore. What you’ve been doing is considered child neglect, you’re just lucky that she’s old enough to take care of herself or she might be dead by now from your carelessness.”

“I’ll change, Jason, Clark. I’ll change for her, I’ll pay more attention, I’ll listen to her, I’ll go to counseling with her, I’ll go to parent classes if I have to! I didn’t realize …” Bruce breaks off when his voice cracks, his hands tremble, “I’ll be a good father, I promise”

Damian places one hand on his father’s shoulder, “I believe that we both have made mistakes, Father, and that we both have quite a long way to go until we gain Y/N’s trust back”

“We’ll do everything in our power to make this up to her. I didn’t realize how bad it had gotten” Everyone outside can hear Y/N and Conner coming down the stairs, “We have a long way to go to make it up to her, to prove that we care for her.” Bruce squares his shoulders, “We have to own up to what we’ve done, it’s time to face the music.”

2

OKAY KIDS GET READY FOR SOME UNNECESSARILY DETAILED EXAMINATIONS OF KAIBA’S COMPUTER BC THE ANIMATORS MADE THESE DECISIONS AND NOW WE ALL HAVE TO LIVE WITH THEM

1) Kaiba is running an Apple computer!! This episode first aired in Japan on the 5th of March 2002, so this is right after what’s called Apple’s “comeback” where Steve Jobs returned and brought unto the world those colourful aerodynamic iMacs and shortly thereafter, the first iPhone. Apple was up-and-coming, cool and techy but mainstream enough for your uncle to know what it was. The only surprising thing about Kaiba using it is that he doesn’t have his own KaibaCorp software to use instead.

2) The fact that (a) Apple exists in the world of YGO and (b) Kaiba uses it means that ALMOST CERTAINLY Kaiba is TRYING TO OUTDO STEVE JOBS as “cool young genius CEO in a black poloneck launches new technological product with ~showmanship~”. Like Seto Kaiba quite likely said, in canon, “fuck Steve Jobs, he thinks he’s cool? how about announcing a product while HANGING OUT OF A HELICOPTER, loser”.

3) Kaiba has shortcuts on his toolbar including several for Apple/Mac related things and one for MSN!! I used to chat with my friends via MSN in like, 2004-2006 OFTEN ABOUT YGO and wow is this bringing back a weird confluence of memories Do you think he chats with Mokuba via MSN???

4) It appears he is running all sorts of things in the background including something to detect imposters (presumably on the network, not on the blimp). 

5) This has nothing to do with characterisation or world-building but I’ve painstakingly figured out what most of the katakana words are so I’m going to share them with you!
ローカルマシン ゾーン = rōkara mashin zōn = local machine zone
サポート = sapōto = support
プリント = purinto = print (printer?)
ホーム = hōmu = home
メール = mēru = mail
トップページ = tōpupēji = top page
Sadly the kanji are too fuzzy to have any hope of me looking them up (although, like, some of them are underneath fairly obvious symbols to suggest their meaning…!)

ALSO seriously, “The Sun of God Dragon”, “The God of Obelisk” and “Saint Dragon - The God of Osiris”, we are ALL OVER THE SHOP on both Egyptology and the English language here. 

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Thinking of Yuri Plisetsky as a child

Here, lemme help you since everyone’s grip on this character and 15 years olds in general seems to be a little abstact

15 years olds:
-are often aware of themselves and their own sexuality
-even if they may lack in experience they are almost adults. NOT children.
-they are often capable of understand politics and develop an opinion on their own
-this is often around the age people start to understand their own sexuality, wether they are gay, straight, bi or whatever and they are cis, nonbinary or whatever.

In regards of Otayuri:
-If otayuri were an high school au otabek would just be his senpai, two years age gap is healthy and normal
-Being 18 years old and being and adult are two different things. 18 years olds are still teens
-As a 18 i’ve got a lot of friends around the age of 15, and at 15 I had a lot of friend that were 18. Yuri is way more mature than your average 15 years old, and also, we don’t know much Otabek and his behaviour, he got like, three mins of screentime and everything we thought of him had been proved wrong by Kubo (we thought of his as the responsible one, we’re told he’s a bad boy, we thought he’d enjoy classical music, we’re told he djs)


And aside from that, Yuri Plisetsky:
-has been living by himself, hours away from home since he was probably around eleven or so
-has been mature enough to understand he needed to economically provide for his family since juniors, has the discipline to do so without gettind distracted
-has the discipline to work hard towards a goal as time consuming as a professional sport that means no partying or staying up late even if being a teen he probably enjoys it
- he was never really shown being disgusted by relationships, in fact, while he does use Yuuri to anger Viktor he’s shown not to care about their relationship, nowhere was said he finds romantic relationships gross
-Yuri is a professional skater, when he said he wanted to skate to eros he probably really felt it suited him. He skates to win, he would not choose himself a choreography if he weren’t sure he could pull it off and win
-on this note, Yuri is more than phisically developed, he’s just short. As shown, in fact, by the choice of a male seiyuu with a deep voice, and the adams apple he visibly sports. While nothing says he can’t still go through a growth spurt, he’s been granded quads so that should mean he is phisically ready for it.

His loud mouth is a defense mechanism, he could still have it at the age of 30, it has nothing to do with being childish.

STOP destroying Yuri Plisetsky’s character, he’s so well written. Stop understimating him, recognize his fucking worth, or he’ll cut you with his knife shoes.

passiontherainwing  asked:

You....you've only been drawing for about 5 years? ...how? The only explanation is that you're a god

See, drawing is a lot like studying math!

While solving equations and other problems you use certain rules and formulas that you learned in school. Kids do simple stuff like adding apples and high schoolers calculate derivatives and that’s okay! But! Literally nothing stands in the way of a 5th grader to go and learn derivatives! These concepts aren’t that complicated and if they are passionate about it, have the right books and maybe some external help, they are tots able to do it!

Same goes for art, it is based on certain rules! And the faster you get to know them (just like math formulas!) then the more you’d be able to draw! So go for it! :D

Hey y’all! So this is the first post of what I’m calling my Studyblr University Orientation Week. For the next week I’ll be making a post a day filled with all sorts of university advice, similar to what you may get from your university’s orientation week but minus all of the glam and attempts to impress you with how amazing your new school is. The subjects will range from what to expect out of dorm life, to how to cope with mental illness, to how to deal with your first day of class. 

This first post is partially inspired by a post that @academicsapphic made about a month or so ago called “Things I Would Tell My Freshman Self.” 

So to all you little university freshmen, here’s some things to expect from your first year or so of university (based on my own experiences as a History major) 

  • The debate over written vs typed notes will be overdone and drive you up a wall. Different things work for different people in different majors or in different courses. You will get tired of people telling you that you are taking notes wrong and will want to break your laptop over their head or shove your notebook down their throat. You won’t though. Good job. 

  • You will have a class that you absolutely hate. It could be because of a terrible professor or boring material or annoying classmates, whatever: you hate this class. You never want to go to it and you suffer through your coursework for it. Depending on how bitter and petty you are, you will either do the minimal amount of work required and just pass the course, or you will work crazy hard and get a 90% just to spite them all. 

  • You will have a class that you absolutely adore. It could be that the professor so clearly loves the material that it makes you love it or it could be that it’s an elective that you weren’t expecting to love this much. You will find the work easy and interesting and be able to get it done on time without a problem. 

  • You will stay up until 3 in the morning working on a research paper in tears, hating it, your professor, yourself, anyone that comes to mind. You will be running solely on panic and will be anxiously chugging water and shoving junk food in your mouth just to stay awake. 

  • The library will send someone to talk to your class about research for your papers. They’ve sent the same guy to every single one of your other classes. You’ve seen him fifteen times in the past year and he’s said the same thing every single time. You still don’t know how to do good research. 

  • You will get sick and miss two weeks of class because you feel like you’re dying. Catching up on work will be hell and you will question why you’re doing this. 

  • You will miss class because of period cramps. You’ll think to yourself that it’s a stupid reason to miss class; your friends all push through and go. It’s not a stupid reason. Some people have worse cramps than others. 

  • You will miss class for an actually stupid reason. You’ll know that it’s a stupid reason while you do it. Keep these to a minimum. 

  • You will begin to notice that some people don’t care about class but still show up. They typically sit in the back and talk all class. You will wonder why they bother to show up if they’re not going to pay attention. Ignore them. They will disappear after first year (mostly). 

  • You will hate everyone who sits in a left-handed desk with a laptop. 

  • You will get way too into a television show/book/movie series/podcast/etc during finals. 

  • You will be excluded. You will feel like you don’t belong and like you’re all alone here miles and miles away from home. 

  • You will be included. You will feel like you’ve come home and found a second family even if you have to be separated from your first one. 

  • You will hate the science students who take arts courses because they have to but spend the entire semester bashing on how stupid the professor is and how useless the course is. You will want to turn around and yell at them. You won’t. 

  • You will love the science students who take arts courses and take it seriously. You will love them even more when they think you’re a genius because you understand the course and they don’t. 

  • You will be the arts student in a science course and remember why you did not take science. It’s the math. Maybe that’s why the science students are so cocky: they have conquered the great evil and know how powerful they truly are. 

  • You will have friends from all sorts of different majors and be amazed by how smart they all are. They are all doing things that you could never do. You will not know this, but they are thinking the same thing about you. 

  • You will learn that different people really do have trouble with different things and it wasn’t just that you were stupid in high school. The zoology major that you thought was so smart for knowing how to balance an equation will ask you for help with their essay and you will find out that they’re struggling solely because they didn’t do any research before beginning. 

  • You will have a professor that you absolutely love and adore but the rest of the class hates. You will wonder why the entire semester, only to find out afterwards that it was because they were too stupid to listen to what she was saying. 

  • You will have a professor that you absolutely hate but that everyone else adores. You will never understand it. 

  • You will wonder if the boys notice that they only ever hate the female professors. 

  • You will have a TA that is the bane of your existence and who will take off marks from you for no reason other than that he didn’t like you. You will think about how much you dislike him often. 

  • You will have a TA that puts all other TAs to shame. You will miss them after the semester’s over and you’re stuck with the TA from hell. 

  • You will learn that the Freshman Fifteen is real and it will happen to you and that’s okay. Eating healthy is good, and your body will thank you when you put an apple into it after eating nothing but fries for two days, but it’s also okay to go and grab chicken fingers from the dining hall at ten at night because you’re stressed about your paper that’s due tomorrow. 

  • You will meet amazing people from all different walks of life and learn more about yourself and the world than you could ever believe possible. 

  • You will think that you are the stupidest person in the world. You will think that there is no way that you can do this, that you should just quit and go home now. 

  • You will think that you are the smartest person in the world. You will look at a mark that you worked hard for and think that of course you can do this, you were silly for ever doubting yourself. 

  • You will fail a course. It’s okay. Buy a bunch of junk food, cry and feel sorry for yourself for a bit. But then it’s time to keep going because 

  • You will do this. I believe in you. 

So it just dawned on me why Jay steals, and why Jafar makes him steal. Jafar was trying to turn Jay into another Aladdin. Because only Aladdin could get into the cave of wonders to get the lamp. If Jay could become just like Aladdin, he’d be able to find something just as amazing as the lamp, and he wouldn’t be denied entrance to somewhere for not being a diamond in the rough.

Idk why it took me this long to realize why he’d just be a thief. Though I’m still bitter he shows no sign of being able to use magic, considering Jafar was sorcerer.

Pepper is sipping tea from a delicate porcelain cup at one of the booths. Bucky stares. They don’t have delicate porcelain cups. Or a wide selection of teas. Or a porcelain teapot whatthefuck. Understandably, every booth within a ten foot radius of her has cleared the fuck out because no supernatural creature is enough of an idiot to mess with the fae—or if they are, the fae are too amused by them to smite them. “I think Pepper wants to talk to us,” Bucky says, poking his head into the kitchen. “I think I would rather walk right out the door and into traffic,” Steve replies immediately. “Not a bad decision,” Jarvis says, and Bucky nearly drops the tray of dishes he’s holding. “Jarvis!” “I want salmon,” Jarvis adds to Steve. “And a bowl of cream.” “Okay you haven’t paid for your last two meals but you paid a cab driver,” Steve points out. “Salmon’s expensive.” Jarvis stares at him with his blue eyes before repeating, quite firmly, “I’ll have the salmon.”

“I’ll pay for the salmon,” Pepper sighs, rolling her eyes, and then huffs in annoyance when Steve mutters to himself. “IT’S NOT A DEAL, YOU FUCKING IDIOT. It is payment RENDERED FOR SERVICE honestly what in the seven hells does Tony even see in you,” she mutters, stabbing the house salad Bucky’s brought her. “He says that Steve has an ass that won’t quit,” Jarvis offers, and Steve really considers walking into traffic when Pepper smirks like the cat who got the cream. “I mean, it is true,” Bucky says after a moment, then yelps when Steve punches him in the arm. “Ow!” “Don’t talk about my ass with one of the fair folk,” Steve hisses, livid, and raises his hand to punch him again.

Pepper waits for them after she finishes her salad, drinking another cup of tea. She offers them a cup when they sit down after locking up. Steve slaps Bucky’s hand away when he reaches for it because did he remember nothing that Steve had told him about the fair folk. They were going to have a serious talk when they got home about how Steve’s mother was so not fucking around when she was lecturing them about the fae. NO IRISH PERSON FUCKED AROUND WHEN THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT THE FAE. “Delightful,” Pepper says, amused, then frowns when Steve slides her a piece of apple pie. “What-?” “Tony said you like my pie,” Steve explains. Also it’s a bribe. But she doesn’t need to know that. “Don’t ever tell Tony your secrets because apparently he will blab them to everyone,” Pepper hisses. “Cheese?” Steve offers. “Please. A lot. More. Thank you.” Jarvis gets a little plate of whipped cream. It is also a bribe and he seems to know that but he accepts it anyway.

“Tony is… complex,” Pepper says, after chewing on a bite of pie for probably longer than necessary. “He thinks because he’s seen so much that he’s incredibly experienced, and he’s just…” “Not,” Jarvis supplies. “He’s not. He never has been.” Pepper looked relieved to hear this. “Oh thank God. I thought he was deteriorating for a while.” “No, he’s just awful at picking up social cues from people he desperately wants to impress,” Jarvis assures. “I remember he wanted to impress a lady he wanted to court and he ended up covered in mud. Luckily she found it charming.” “That’s fucking adorable,” Bucky says seriously. “He doesn’t have to impress us, though. We’re kind of already gone on him.” Pepper stares at him for a long time, face blank. “But you don’t love him.” “We would like to get to know him beyond ‘I don’t like blood’ and ‘take how old you think I am and add like a century to it’ before we delve into that territory,” Steve says firmly. Pepper looks pleased. “Good.”

Steve sends Pepper off with another pie. Jarvis follows her. “Is it okay to try and bribe a fae?” Bucky asks once they’re gone. “I figure that if she realizes I’m trying to bribe her, she’ll be amused rather than angry,” Steve says. They’re silent for a moment before Bucky asks, “What if she gets angry?” “Then I hope that Tony will stop being embarrassed long enough to save my dumb ass,” Steve answers immediately. Bucky frowns at him. “All I’m getting out of this is that you want me to mourn you because you’re going to be killed by a fae.” Steve opens his mouth, then closes it again. “I mean. I hope you would mourn me either way?” “Why are you like this, Steve?” Bucky asks tiredly.

Colonel Rhodes shows up a few days later. “I don’t own a shovel because this is New York, but rest assured that I would buy one just so I could bury you if you ever hurt Toy,” he tells them seriously. Bucky and Steve turn to look at each other before looking back at him and saying, “That’s fair.” “Of course it is,” Colonel Rhodes says, because he would have murdered them whether it was fair or not. Tony was one of his most precious friends. Just because he was an ancient weirdo didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to protect his honor. “I’ll try and get his dumb ass to come see you then.” Steve and Bucky are surprised but they don’t ask why he’s willing to do that because they’re not stupid.

Tony shuffles into the diner just before they close, hovering by the door awkwardly. Bucky leans into the kitchen to tell Steve. Tony looks heartbreakingly frightened when Steve comes stomping out of the kitchen, but he doesn’t run. He’s not a coward and he’s ready to take his rejection like a man. So Bucky snorts a little at the noise of surprise Tony makes when Steve lunges at him to seal their mouths together, reaching up to tug at Tony’s hair and swallow his resulting moan. Steve fucking climbs Tony like a tree and Tony holds him up without any effort. Bucky laments how hot this is. He is going to die from their combined hotness. But what a way to go.

“I, um,” Tony begins, stuttering, when Steve breaks the kiss. Steve growls. “Just fucking kiss me, you idiot, and we’ll worry about it later.” “Okay,” Tony mumbles, embarrassed. “Okay but what about me?” Bucky asks curiously. “Do I get kisses?” “If you stop standing over there like a dumbass, maybe you will,” Steve snaps, then cups Tony’s cheeks to force him to meet his eyes. “Hey. We’re gonna leave you a trembling mess, okay?” Tony bites his bottom lip and swallows thickly. Bucky smiles and presses his lips to Tony’s throat.

Tony is left a trembling mess as promised.

it was just a matter of time- riarkle headcanon

-Riley and farkle move away for college because they got into colleges hella close to eachother (because of course they did)

 -Maya and lucas move in together too cuz lucas is going to vet school 30 min away from where maya goes to art school

-So they rent an apartment

-So what do you do when you buy an apartment together? you furnish an apartment together

-Farkles parents basically ruffle his hair and toss a credit card at him when he tells them so riley decides that just this once she can take advantage of the situation

-Riley is very into interior design

-Farkle is very into riley

-So he just kinda agrees with her on everything and she designs a BANGING apartment

-At one point she goes into a pottery barn and goes “ill take that” to the salesclerk

-“What, the chair?”

-“No. the room.”

-It ends up looking fantastic because of course it does

-So college starts, riley is an overachiever of course and takes way too many classes and is constantly sleep deprived

-Which means Riley falls asleep on Farkle a lot and one time when she falls asleep on the couch surrounded by textbooks Farkle picks her up and puts her in bed

-She calls him superman for a week after she realizes what he did

-Farkle and riley facetime Lucaya at one point and lucaya’s like “lol they’re so in love”

-Oh! yeah

- so farkle is always getting into situations that require riley to save him

-“Riley please help I lied to the cool frat guys and told them i was dating someone will you pretend to be my girlfriend for a night thank you I love you”

-He gets into these situations on purpose tho obviously

-One time Riley breaks her left arm slipping on ice and Farkle takes care of her a lot (smoothies and carrying stuff for her because she is a c r y b a b y )

-And another time Farkle has an emotional breakdown over not being the best and Riley comforts him and they fall asleep in each-others arms

-Fast forward a few months and Ok Lucas and Maya  are getting MARRIED What the FUCK theyre so young??? Whatever lets support it wait it’s a destination wedding what the FUCK just be my date (There’s one bed in the hotel room motherfuckers you know what that means…. Hardcore cuddles get ur mind out of the gutter smh) (They slow dance at the reception and then they’re super buzzed and KISS and stare at each other for a long time and then the song ends and they never talk about the kiss)

-Oh and one time Riley gets stalked by this really creepy guy and Farkle to the rescue (he puts on like 6 jackets and follows the guy down the street at night and pushes him up against a wall and says in a really deep voice ‘stay away from riley.” and the guy goes running and never bothers riley again)

-So after freshman year Cory asks if they’re going to be living together forever and Riley just shrugs and says “i don’t see why not”

-Fast forward and they go to a halloween party sophomore year and Theres an apple bobbing station and Farkles like “remember when I saved your life twice” And riley kisses his cheek and goes ‘my hero’ and their friends see this

-and said friends make them make out in truth or dare

-Riley wants to talk about it the next day but farkle just says ‘just forget it Riley, Its nothing” because he thinks that Riley was gonna reject him and rileys like ‘oh wow ok’ and the next few weeks are super awkward.

-But riley wasnt gonna reject him

-She was gonna ask him to go out with her

-But FINE FARKLE HAVE IT YOUR WAY

-So like shes sulking around the house all the time feeling all dejected

-And so is farkle

-But riley is PISSED at farkle

-But also highkey pining for him

-And farkle is highkey pining for her

-So much angst jfc

-Then he’s gonna leave for a month over thanksgiving break to visit his family and Riley is just standing in the doorway and he sees her looking just so empty and he just says ‘fuck it” and kisses her

-Shes all happy for like 8 seconds and then she just. Punches him. In the face.

-And hes like “RILEY WHAT THE HELL”

-And shes like “SORRY BUT YOU DONT GET TO REJECT ME AND THEN JUST KISS ME”

-And hes like “WHAT THE FUCK??? YOU REJECTED ME”

-“WHAT?”

-“WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT”

-The general consensus is “??????????????????????????????????”

-And so farkle calls his dad and just says “SOMETHING CAME UP”, walks to the kitchen clutching his nose to get an ice pack and just turns around and yells “ARE YOU COMING OR NOT”

-She follows him because she is Very Confused™ and feels bad about punching him

-So hes just sitting at the table with a pack of frozen peas pressed to his face and if riley werent so upset shed laugh becuase he looks like a mop of hair and two eyes on top of a bag of frozen vegetables

-“Well? Are you going to sit down?”

-She does

-There is 2 minutes and 17 seconds of silence

-They both counted

-She breaks it with “sorry for punching you”

-He just puts down the peas and goes “please explain”

-She probably owes him that she decides

-“Well you see i guess i’d had these subconscious feelings for you and then we made out and suddenly they were very conscious and i wanted to talk to you about it and maybe see if it was going to go somewhere but then you rejected me”

-It is at this point that farkle slams his head into the table

-“OH MY GOD RILEY”

-“WHAT”

-If farkle wasnt already bleeding from his nose he wouldve punched himself

-THE  GIRL HE HAD BEEN IN LOVE WITH SINCE HE WAS 7 YEARS OLD WAS RETURNING HIS FEELINGS AND HE REJECTED THEM WITHOUT KNOWING

-WHAT THE FUCK FARKLE

-“RILEY I AM SO SORRY I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO TALK BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO TELL ME NOTHING COULD EVER HAPPEN AND I DIDNT WANT TO HEAR THAT SO I JUST”

-“WAIT FARKLE WHAT ARE YOU SAYING”

-“OF COURSE I WANT IT TO GO SOMEWHERE RILEY”

-“YOU DO?”

-“YES”

-It is at this point that farkle vaults over the table, LIFTS riley out of her chair, and kisses her like there’s no tommorrow

-They stand there kissing for a solid 7 minutes (in heaven lmao puns)

-But then riley realizes that farkle is still very much injured

-“Um babe maybe we should get you to a hospital”

-“Yes i am decently sure my nose is broken you throw a great right hook”

-It is not, in fact, broken, just badly bruised

-The doctor asks “what happened?” and they both say “bar fight” at the same time

-So they send farkle home with some tape and an icepack and he recovers quickly

-Which is great because riley feels SO BAD

-Apologizing 24/7

-she makes him soup and brings him ice cream and makes him a goddamn “sorry i punched you babe i love you” poster

-And she really wants to make out with him

-Stupid miscommunicating nerds

-Love them

-Riarkle for life

-Thank u

-The end

anonymous asked:

Hi, first off I love your blog! Next, I work full time at differing hours and am having a hard time with breakfasts lately. When I work late I have no issue eating some cereal in the morning, but whenever I'm working early its pop-tarts or McDonald's. Do you have any tips for a healthier start? I love breakfast but I'm tired of these pop-tarts lol.

I can relate so much to this!

Breakfast on the Go

1. Breakfast Burritos. Cook these in bulk during your downtime and freeze them all! Defrost them and throw them in a microwave on your way out the door. BOOM.

2. Granola/Cereal Bags. One of my favorite quick breakfasts. Buy your favorite granola and/or cereal and divide it into plastic bags. Are store brands too expensive or not to your liking? Make your own granola with dried fruit, nuts, protein bites, flax seeds, etc. It’s okay to put a handful of chocolate in, just so long as you make your mix 95% healthy. My favorite brand is Bakery on Main (they’re gluten free btw).

3. Yogurt. Buy yogurt in bulk and top with your favorite granola or fresh fruit. My boyfriend loves the Siggis brand. This particular greek yogurt is packed with a ridiculous amount of protein and not overly sweet.

4. Bagels/toast. Bagels/toast literally take five minutes to prepare in the morning, and can be topped with anything from cream cheese to peanut butter. Buy bulk and freeze what you’re not eating immediately. 

5. Smoothies. Smoothies are a wonderfully healthy alternative to most of your other breakfast options! Blend your favorite fruits and veggies, most smoothies will keep for 48 hours. If you would prefer the easier route of a pre-made smoothie, I recommend Bolthouse smoothies. These will keep in your fridge for up to a week!

6. Oats. The sensation that is sweeping the nation! Click here.

7. Health Food Bars. You know the ones I’m talking about- Cliff Bars, Luna Bars, etc. While these can get pricey, they require no effort on your part and can be stored for upwards of six months. 

8. Fruit. There is nothing that I love more than a cut up apple and a spoon full of chunky peanut butter. Keep your fridge stocked with all your favorite fruits. Apples and bananas are delicious all year long and easy to eat on the go, because they require zero preparation. Add peanut butter to give yourself an added dose of protein.

9. Hardboiled Eggs. I would recommend preparing these in bulk when you have time. Hardboiled eggs will last in your fridge for up to a week! Buy yourself a handy dandy egg slicer and sprinkle with your favorite seasonings. 

10. Leftovers. I love eating leftovers for breakfast- just throw them in your microwave or oven and they’re ready to go in no time. I particularly love eating leftover pizza, salad, and sandwiches for breakfast. 

Also please check out my favorite food-related infographic! Excellent suggestions for meals/snacks on the go.

Hope this helps!

I’m Not Promise, I Drunk (Pt. III)

Part One, Part Two

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Jughead Jones x reader, BestFriend!Cheryl

Request: Yes and no

Summary: After days of Jughead avoiding her, [Y/N] finally plucks up the courage to fix her mistakes and figure out what was really bothering her ex-boyfriend, but she didn’t expect what had ticked his brain.

Warnings: None

Word count: 4,569

A/N: This is the last part of this mini-series! Hope you guys like it. So sorry that it came so late. I’ve been drowning in school work. The last part of this is very rushed but I hope it’s okay. There will be no other parts to this.

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Pumpkin Juice and Butter Beer- Tom Holland One Shot (Hogwarts AU)

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Prompt: You were once friends with Tom, but, because of his Gryffindor pride, he ended the friendship. During your last year, with the help of pumpkin juice and butter beer, you both discover your true feelings for each other.

Word Count: 2500

Warning: Tom’s a bit of a jerk in this.

A/N: Because Tom bashed on Hufflepuffs and I am a proud Hufflepuff. I based this off a Dramione type relationship (because Im a big shipper).

~~~

“"Y/N! You’re never going to believe what just happened to me.” Your friend, Victoire, smiled once she had caught up to you in the corridor.

“What is it?” You asked.

“Teddy’s just asked me to the Yule Ball. Wonderful, isn’t it?” She squealed giddily.

“That’s amazing. I told you he’d ask.” You replied, genuinely happy for your friend.

“Right. Now, we just need to find you a date.” She stated, nudging your shoulder.

“No, we don’t, Vic. I’ll probably just spend my night in the library with the books.”

“I won’t let you.” Victoire said, as you two rounded a corner on your way to Potions, “We will find you a date for the Yule Ball, Y/N.”

“I-” You started, but were cut off by a sharp laugh. You continued to walk to class, ignoring the loud-mouthed Gryffindor, Tom Holland, behind you.

“Y/L/N needs a date to the Yule Ball? What has no one asked the Hufflepuff princess yet? Figures.” He commented. His loud voice echoing off the dungeon halls. Victoire came to a halt, making you stop in your tracks. You both turned around the face him. You could see his group of friends- correction, his posse- behind him.

“Like you’ve got a date to the Ball, Holland.” Victoire replied, making him scoff.

“No girl here at Hogwarts is good enough for me. Not even you, a part Veela, Weasley.”

“I’d rather die than be your date.”

“Come on, Vic. Let’s get to class.” You said, pulling your friend into the classroom, despite all of you having the same potions class. Tom and his group entered shortly after you, sitting on the far side of the room from you.

It hadn’t always been like this. You had met Tom on the train ride to Hogwarts during your first year. He was sorted into Gryffindor and you Hufflepuff. That was where you met your best friend, Victoire Weasley- daughter of war heroBill Weasley and niece of the Golden Trio. You and Tom were close until fifth year. Something in him had switched and he decided his reputation would be damaged if he was friendly to a single Hufflepuff. From then on, he became your biggest annoyance- throwing harsh comments at you while passing by you in the halls of Hogwarts. What hurt the most about his “switch” was that your feelings for him had grown significantly over the few years prior. Your feelings had shifted from platonic to romantic, and Tom suddenly leaving you was the largest pain you had ever felt.

You were pulled from your thoughts when your potions professor entered the room. He turned to the class and asked, “Can anyone tell me what the most powerful love potion is called?”

You raised your hand, immediately knowing the answer. He pointed at you to reply, “Amortentia, sir.”

“Correct, Miss Y/L/N. Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world. It’s an incredibly difficult potion to make, which is why, for this Advanced Potion Making class, you will be working in partners as you make it. It will smell different for each person. Whatever you do, do not drink it; if you do, you’ll be spending a lot of time in the infirmary.” He clapped his hands together, “Right. Amortentia can be found on page 83. You know the drill- get brewing!”

“I’ll get the ingredients.” Victoire said, before she left to the cupboard with all of them.

“Ditched already?” Tom questioned as he passed by you.

“What do you want?” You asked, looking up from your textbook.

“Nothing that involves you- that’s for sure.” He replied with a laugh.

“Then why are you at my table?” You replied, glaring at him.

“Wow, you are feisty. I’m just on my way to get ingredients. Don’t get excited, Y/L/N.”

“Over you? Never.” You stated as he turned around to walk towards the cupboard.

“What did he want?” Victoire asked you, setting the ingredients on your table.

“To annoy me, most likely. It’s Holland- what did you expect?” You answered, reading through the instructions. She just shrugged in reply.

“By the way, will you come with me to Hogsmeade tomorrow? I need to find a dress for Saturday.” Victoire asked.

“Of course. What else would I do?”

“Homework? Studying? Reading? There’s a whole list of things you do on the weekend other than socialize.” She replied, making you roll your eyes. “I also need shampoo. Your lavender shampoo doesn’t work with my hair.”

“It’s not my shampoo’s fault that your hair is perfect.” You replied.

“I can’t help it.” Victoire laughed, “Okay, how do we make this love potion?”

~~~

“Did we do this correctly?” You asked.

“I don’t know. Why don’t we smell it?” Victoire suggested.

“That won’t work because Amortentia smells different for everyone.” You stated.

“Well, it looks like what the book described it as.”

“Professor? Can you check ours?” You asked, calling him over. With one glance at it, he smiled at the two of you.

“Perfect. Well done, ladies.” He said, before going off to check the other potions. Victoire leaned in and smelled it.

“Smells like Teddy- bubblegum, broomsticks, and sandalwood.” She smiled, “Your turn.”

“I don’t-”

“Smell it. He said not to drink it. He said nothing about smelling it.”

“Fine.” You sighed before sniffing it. “Freshly cut grass, butter beer, and some musky cologne.”

“Well, who is it?” She asked.

“I don’t know. They’re three random, and very common, scents.”

Across the room, the same discussion was being had between Tom and his friends.

“So who smells like pumpkin juice, apple pie, and lavender?” Harrison asked.

“I’ve got no idea.” Tom replied, shaking his head in confusion.

~~~

The next day, you went with Victoire into the only dress shop in Hogsmeade as she looked for a dress to the ball.

“Y/N, you need to look for a dress for yourself.” Victoire said. She stopped searching for a dress in the racks and turned to you.

“No, I don’t. I’m not going.” You stated.

“You have to go. Please.”

“I can’t third wheel.”

“You won’t. Even Teddy wants you to come. His friends will be there. We’re in a group. Come on, Y/N. Please go with me.” She begged.

“Okay, I’ll go.” You sighed and she clapped her hands together in glee.

“Yay!” She smiled, going back to searching for dresses.

After spending a lot of time in the shop and leaving with a dress for each of you, you and Victoire headed to the Hog’s Head for drinks. You sat in a booth near the door and ordered two pumpkin juices along with a slice of apple pie.

“Tomorrow’s going to be so much fun.” Victoire grinned.

“Sure.” You nodded, taking a sip of your drink. The door opened and in stepped none other than Tom Holland, along with his posse of Gryffindors.

“Ah, boys, the Hufflepuffs have taken our table.” He said, looking at you and Victoire.

“Your name’s not on it, so it’s not yours.” Victoire replied.

“We always sit here, so it’s ours, Weasley.”

“Boohoo, it’s a table. Get over it.” She stated. Tom scoffed before sitting beside you in the booth.

“Well, if you won’t move.” He shrugged. His friends either pulled up some chairs or sat in the booth with you and Victoire.

“You’re such a child, it’s pathetic.” Victoire said as the waitress came over.

“Butter beers all around.” Tom ordered for the group.

“Okay. And your dessert will be right up.” The waitress informed you.

“Thank you.” You smiled as she left. Tom turned to you and eyed the dress bag beside you.

“So, Y/L/N, did you get a date for the Ball after all?” He asked, sitting up straighter in his seat.

“I’m going with friends.” You replied, shifting uncomfortably.

“Victoire’s got a date-what other friends do you have?” He laughed and you looked him in the eye, glaring at him.

“I have other friends. They just happen to not follow me around like my shadow.” You said as the waitress returned.

“Butter beers for the whole group and an apple pie for you.” She stated, handing out the drinks and giving you the dessert. Simultaneously, you and Tom both looked at each other. Tom looked away first, taking a sip of his butter beer. “Would you like a refill on that pumpkin juice?” At the waitress’ question, Tom choked on his drink, thinking back to his Amortentia potion.

“No, thank you.” You replied. She left with a nod.

“Y/N, let’s move to another table.” Victoire said, standing up. You followed her over to an empty table on the complete opposite side of the place.

“You love him!” Victoire stated once you sat down.

“What are you on about?” You asked, hoping to avoid the topic.

“Your Amortentia smelt like him. Think about it: he drinks butter beer, he’s a Quidditch player so that explains the grass, and I bet his cologne is musky.” She explained, “Plus, you totally liked him back in fourth year. I didn’t think you’d hate him, even after what he did to you.”

“You’re unbelievable.” You mumbled, hiding your head in your hands, “I thought you hated him.”

“Oh, I do, but, if you love him, the best thing I can do is support you. I will hex him if he breaks your heart.” Victoire replied and you let out a laugh, “So, was his cologne musky?”

Across the pub, the boys were having a very similar conversation.

“It’s her then?” Harrison asked Tom.

“I didn’t smell any lavender.” He said, denying the very blatant fact in front of him.

“Ask her to the ball. Tell her you like her.”

“You never tell a girl you like her ‘cause it makes you look like an idiot.” Tom replied, causing laughter to erupt throughout his group.

~~~

The next night was the Yule Ball, the biggest dance for Hogwarts students. Your excitement grew as the time drew closer to the ball because of how excited Victoire was for it. You two entered the ballroom and immediately went to find Teddy and his friends.

“Victoire, you look absolutely fantastic.” He smiled at her.

“Thank you.” She blushed.

“May I have this dance?” Teddy asked, holding out his hand to her.

“You may.” She replied, slipping her hand into his and he led her away. You stayed behind and chatted to your fellow Hufflepuffs.

“Look who it is- our favorite Gryffindors.” One of your Hufflepuff classmates said. You turned to see who they were speaking of, only to find it was Tom and his gang. The boys had just arrived to the dance. A few broke off from the group, as they had dates. The others just followed Tom to a table.

“Y/N, didn’t you used to be friends with Holland?” Another one asked. Almost as if he heard his name, Tom looked over at you from across the room. His eyes caught yours, but he quickly turned away to talk to his friends.

“Yeah,” you replied with a nod.

“What happened?” The Hufflepuff inquired.

“It’s a long story.” You answered, “I’m going to grab a drink.” You turned and headed for the drink table. As you were scooping punch into a cup, you heard a familiar voice behind you.

“If it’s pumpkin juice you’re wanting, then that’s not it.”

“What do you want now, Holland?” You asked, turning to him with your cup in hand.

“I just came to warn you that it’s not the pumpkin juice you’d like.”

“And how do you know that?”

“Because,” he took the cup out of your hand and set it on the table beside you, “the Slytherins put firewhiskey in it and who likes a combination of firewhiskey and pumpkin juice.”

“I guess I’ll just go thirsty then.” You replied.

“What? I don’t get a 'thank you’?” Tom asked, making you roll your eyes.

“Thank you.” You said. You began to walk away when his hand caught your wrist.

“Wait. I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

“About?”

“Pumpkin juice.” He replied, dropping your wrist. You gave him a confused look. “What I mean is- do you like pumpkin juice?”

“Yes, it’s my favorite drink.”

“And apple pie is your favorite dessert?” Tom questioned and you warily nodded, “And lavender your favorite scent?”

“How did you know-”

“My Amortentia smells like you- all the things that you love.”

“Look, Tom-”

“I’m sorry for everything. I really liked you back in fifth year, but a lot of Gryffindors kept telling me that I can’t be with a Hufflepuff and I fell into their peer pressure trap. I thought by being mean to you, my feelings would go away. The truth is, though, they haven’t- not one bit. With the Amortentia, it hit me that I do still care about you and I do still love you.” After he finished his speech, you stood breathless in front of him as you tried to process all that you had just heard. “Please, say something.”

“Mine too.” You mumbled.

“Pardon?”

“My Amortentia smelt like you too- butter beer, freshly cut grass, and musky cologne.”

“Really?” He asked hopefully.

“Yes.” You nodded in confirmation.

“So, Y/N, am I forgiven?”

“I’ll forgive you, but don’t expect me to forget.” You replied, causing a smile to form on his face.

“May I have this dance?” Tom asked, holding his arm out to you. You smiled as you placed your hand in his.

~~~

“Come on, Vic! We’re going to be late.” You said, pulling your friend down the corridor.

“Why are we in such a hurry? It’s only Quidditch.” She asked.

“Yes, but it’s Hufflepuff versus Gryffindor.”

“Which one are you supporting then?” Victoire questioned, pointing to the Gryffindor scarf around your neck.

“I am rooting for Hufflepuff, but supporting Tom. I’m not going to support the entire Gryffindor team.” You explained as you two hurried up into the Hufflepuff stands. Your fellow Hufflepuffs gave you questioning looks for wearing a Gryffindor tie. In your defense, you evened it out with a Hufflepuff beanie.

“Look! There he is!” You grinned as the competing teams entered the field. Tom immediately found you in the stand and waved your way. You waved back, watching him smile excitedly.

“And look! There’s Teddy.” Victoire said, waving over to her boyfriend on the opposite side of the field.

“May the best seeker win.” You stated.

“Hey, you said you were rooting for Hufflepuff.”

“Well, our chasers could score enough that Gryffindors catching the snitch doesn’t automatically make them win the game.”

“Hufflepuff better win, Y/N, or your house is going to be very upset with you.” She replied and you shrugged.

“I don’t care what my house thinks. I’ve got you, my best friend, and I’ve got Tom, the best boyfriend there is.” You said, hugging Victoire as the game began.

I Can’t Believe We Just Netflix & Chilled

Authors Note: I saw a Netflix and Chill imagine and I had this idea in the back of my mind for a while. I didn’t steal the idea and I’m sorry if people think I did. BTW I made Ethan and Grayson 18 in this. I really hope you guys enjoy :)

It was a rainy, lazy Saturday night in. I was just about to get into a bubble bath when my phone rang. I looked down at the caller ID and saw that it was a facetime call from Grayson. I was wrapped in a white fluffy towel when I answered.

“May I help you?” I said to Grayson with a toothy smile plastered across my face.

“Y/N, please come over. Ethan is going out with Miranda and I’m bored” he said with a pout. I rolled my eyes at him playfully.

“I’m just about to shower Grayson and do some inventory for work. How about I come over tomorrow?”

“You were coming over tomorrow regardless. Come tonight and just sleep here. You’re supposed to be my best friend Y/N!”

“Listen here Dolan, you can’t pull the best friend card. Who dropped everything she was doing to fly to Jersey with you guys when you got your wisdom teeth out because your mom had to work during the day? Who came over with pizza and pancakes when you and Leena broke up? WHO HELPS YOU GUYS WITH VIDEO IDE—“ I got cut off by Grayson

“Okay, okay I get it. You’re a great friend. I guess I’ll just see you tomorrow than. Talk to you later Y/N” Grayson sighed and hung up. I groaned and threw my phone on the bed. I grabbed my pillow and let out a scream. Once I was done having my mini freak out. I grabbed my phone and texted Grayson.

Y/N: Give me 15 minutes you little shit Grayson: Have I told you lately how much I love you? Y/N: You better have order pizza.

I showered and got dressed. I put on a black tank top that I tucked into high waisted jeans, with my, well Graysons 4OU tour sweater, my olive green Nike Roshes and I left my curly hair down. I got into my white Jeep wrangler and headed over to the guys place.

Once I arrived, I met up with Ethan on their driveway. He told me that he was taking Miranda to dinner, mini golf, and than maybe froyo. He kept the front door unlocked for me and I walked in. I headed straight to their living room where Grayson had set up the coffee table with pineapple pizza, water, sour skittles, sour patch kids and popcorn. I made myself comfortable on the couch with my legs crossed and waited for Grayson.

I started scrolling through twitter to see the usual. Shawn Mendes tweets, tweets from a couple of my friends, Dolan fans thinking Grayson and I are dating, and the hate comments that come along with it. The hate has never truly bothered me. I always thought; the more hate I got, the less people would be negative people would be towards the boys. The couch shifting underneath me interrupted my thoughts.

I locked my phone and looked to my right to see Grayson in a white t-shirt that clung to his chest muscles and the sleeves made his arms pop. He was also wearing his black Adidas pants that hugged his thick thighs so well. He looked at me and smirked,

“What are you looking at?” he asked me still with that smirk on his face. “Nothing, so since you dragged me over here, what are we doing tonight Gray?” I asked him quickly changing the subject. I always knew I was attracted to Grayson, I mean who wouldn’t be. He was funny, caring, spontaneous, smart, loving, and the looks were a plus. I’ve been best friends with Grayson and Ethan for about 3 years now, but Grayson is 18 and I’m 22 so I always knew nothing could happen between us. Grayson got up and started looking through his Apple TV. Once he started going through movies he looked over his shoulder and smiled at me.

“Can we watch my favorite?” he smiled at me and started pressing play even before I gave him an answer. I nodded at him and he came and sat beside me again. We started watching “Friends with Benefits” and started eating. About 2 slices in for me and 3 slices in for Grayson, he saw that I started fidgeting.

“You all good Y/N?” I paused the movie and looked over at me “Yeah, I’m okay. I’m gonna go put on my pajama bottoms that I left here. I can’t be in these jeans any longer.” I got up and headed to Graysons room were I had my own drawer. I started going through my drawer and I couldn’t find my pair of trackpants. I must have worn them home and never brought them back here. I grabbed a pair of Graysons black Adidas pants and wore them. They were super long for me and baggy around my legs but well fitted around my butt and thighs. I went back to watching the movie with Grayson. We were half way through when Grayson looked over at me.

“You know Y/N, we could probably do that. Have sex with no feelings, no strings attached. I mean we are best friends so it’s not like it’s an awkward one-night stand. Plus we both have been single for about a year now, so we know we are both sexually frustrated.”

“Woah, speak for yourself Dolan. You might be sexually frustrated but not me. What makes you think we could do this no strings attached, no feelings? I’ve been told I’m a great lover and you’ll get hooked” I winked at him and laughed. Grayson paused the movie and turned his body to face me, which means this was getting serious and he was actually considering it.

“No really Y/N, could you imagine it? We are both single, best friends and we’d vow that if one of us starts feeling anything we’ll stop this and talk about what we want to do next. What do you think?” he looked at him and bite his bottom lip.

I can’t lie and say I’ve never thought about having sex with Grayson, but could I do this? Will I get hooked on Grayson? I thought about this for what it felt like 20 minutes.

“Okay, no strings, no attachments, and if one of us starts to feel something more or if it gets weird we talk about what we do next and THIS DOESN’T CHANGE OUR FRIENDSHIP.”

Grayson smiled at me, “Deal. Did you want to try it out now? I mean we have the place to ourselves.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Yeah okay” I said looking at Grayson hesitantly.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me onto his lap so his back was against the couch and I had both legs straddling him. He pulled off my sweater and left me in my black tank top, which was very low cut. He placed his right hand on the small of my back above my bum and his left hand made its way to face. Our lips were only inches apart, I felt Grayson’s breaths against them.

“Kiss me,” I whispered, craving his lips on mine.

He slowly pulled me in closer to him until our lips finally touched. We started moving in sync with each other; slow and soft at first but Grayson pulled me in closer and kissed me much harder. His hand that was above my butt had found its way to my butt, which he was grabbing.

He ran his tongue along my bottom lip and I let him in. It made him gasp inside my mouth. I felt Grayson growing harder underneath me. Grayson placed both his hands under my butt and picked me up and carried me to his bedroom. He laid me down on his bed with him on top. He pulled away and looked at me,

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he looked at me with concern.

I bit my lip as I looked back up at him, “I’m okay Gray, really I promise.” Grayson leaned back down and kissing me with passion and tilting my head back, before letting his wet tongue run down my neck. His movement gave me chills. Pressing himself against me, I felt his length grow bigger and bigger, leaving my mouth feeling utterly dry. His hands ran down my body, exploring every inch, like he’d knew exactly where to touch me. It left me trembling, craving his teasingly touches even more.

Grayson wanted to take control, but I flipped us over so I was on top and pushed his chest down, letting myself sit on his stomach. His wide eyes glazed up at me, watching desirably as I undressed myself. I took off my tank top off and slid off the Adidas track pants I was wearing off, leaving me in my black lace bra and pantie lace thong and I didn’t know how much longer I could wait. After throwing the clothes on the floor next to us, Grayson’s hands ran up my body and behind my back, quickly, he slid my bra of me.

“You’re so breath-taking” He whispered, allowing his hands to play with my tender boobs. I threw my head back in pleasure, moaning at his fingers on my chest. I slid off his pants quickly and Grayson kicked them off his legs.

Grabbing the hem of the t-shirt, he reviled his toned chest to me. I bended down, placing damp kisses all over him. He grabbed my hair, pulling hard, as I sucked on his skin. He tried holding back a moan, but he failed at it as I lightly bit and sucked down his chest. His hands were rubbing all sorts of places on my naked body, leaving craving more. I reached down between his legs, feeling how hard and ready he was.

Grayson flipped us over so he was on top and back in control. He started kissing down my chest; to my stomach leaving kisses and bites every so often. He looked up at me before making his way down between my thighs as he looked back up at me. I moan at just the sight of him. It made Grayson bite my thigh in pleasure before spreading them apart. His touch left my body with chills.

I threw my head back, biting my lip hard. Grayson planted damp kisses on both side of my thighs, making it impossible for me to lay still. My fingers wrapped themselves into Grayson’s messy hair, feeling the desire spread around inside you.

“Are you 100% sure Y/N?” Grayson asked me again. I couldn’t speak back, because of the quiet moans continuing to escape my trembling lips. Grayson moved his head in between your shaking legs, before letting his tongue slide over my clit. I twisted the moment I felt him licking. I could feel Grayson smile between your legs. I still had my fingers tangled in his hair.

Grayson’s tongue moved from my clit, up my stomach and made it to my bare chest. He started gently sucking my nipples, biting them once in a while. He truly was driving me crazy. While sucking on my skin, Grayson let two fingers slip inside me, making me rasped loudly.

I pushed my lower body up to meet his fingers inside of me, greedily wanting to feel his touches even more. Grayson backed out a bit so he could look at me. Our eyes met and he sent me a pure smile.

“Just fuck me already” I begged him, completely out of breath.

I kissed Grayson’s neck, biting and sucking to leave little hickeys on him, which made him moan loudly. I loved how my touches made noises like that come out of him. I took the hand with the fingers Gray had inside me, before sucking hardly on them, tasting myself. Grayson watched me with widen eyes. He bit his lip in pleasure, kissing my neck again.

Roughly, Grayson spread my legs again to slide inside me. He grabbed around each thigh and slowly, but harshly, he pushed his length inside of me. Grayson moaned in the moment, which made me pull on his hair. Grayson started moving inside me, picking up the pace, crashing in and out of my body.

I moaned loudly, feeling how Grayson filled out every inch of me. He wrapped his fingers in my hair, pulling it back roughly, wanting me to kiss him. I let my lips close the tiny gap between our lips, allowing my tongue to play with his.

Grayson and I moved together, enjoying every inch and trace of each other’s naked skin. I felt Grayson’s steamy body rubbing against mine, leaving an almost electrifying feeling on my skin.

Grayson let his tongue lick my neck and down to my breasts, before sucking hard. I moaned in his ear, leaving chills all over Grayson’s body. As Grayson reached his point of exploding, I pushed myself towards Grayson’s last and rough move, making the both of us cum.

Grayson pulled himself out of me, and rolled over beside me as we both had to catch our breath. We laid in silence for a couple of minutes before either of us spoke up. Grayson grabbed his comforter and covered the both of us.

“Maybe you were right Y/N, maybe I will get hooked you,” he said with a wink. I threw a pillow at him and groaned.

“What’s wrong Y/N?”

“I can’t believe we actually just ‘Netflix & Chilled’” I said while covering my face. We laughed, got up and got dressed. I can’t believe I just had sex with my best friend.

One Hell of A Birthday

BUCKY BARNES X READER

Prompt (Anon request): may i request a oneshot where bucky and the rest can’t spend your birthday w/ you bc of an event he has to attend and you feel kinda sad and end up hanging out w/ an ex and accidentally showing that in a facetime w/ the fam making them tease overprotective boyfriend bucky c: 

Words: 1183.

A/N: I’m so sorry it took so long, but my life is hectic right now. Thank you so much for requesting, dear! Requests are open.

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“I’m sorry, doll,” he finished, his voice wavering a little.

“Bucky, it’s okay, I get it,” you said.

You really understood the situation, even if you didn’t like it.

Your birthday was in two days and Bucky, your boyfriend, wouldn’t be able to spend it with you. He, along with the team, got a track of an enemy base and had to take it down. Finding the location would take longer than anyone anticipated.

You really understood the situation, but you weren’t happy about it. In fact, pretty sad.

“I really wish I could do something about this.”

“I know.  Me too.”

You finished the call making him promise to be careful and kick some ass.

***

You’ve had a pretty bad day. And it was your birthday.

As a matter of fact, ‘pretty bad’ seems like an understatement. For starters, Bucky and the rest couldn’t be there. You had to work; okay, only the morning shift, but it was still morning. Your alarm malfunctioned and you were late, which wasn’t good for your relation with your boss. Then, work never seemed to end. As you were leaving - starving because you had absolutely no time to take a break for a snack and you didn’t bring anything with you because you were late – rain started pouring. You managed to get home after two hours in traffic and subways, dripping wet and sporting a headache. You were supposed to go out to eat tonight, so any food you were hoping to have for lunch simply didn’t exist in your apartment. Which made you change clothes and go to the grocery store.

Your family was supposed to arrive at 5 p.m. that day, so you were picking some things to actually cook at your house. Taking the day you had so far, you were not making yourself available to another thing going wrong (like maybe your reservations).

Your phone ringing brought you back to reality.

“Hello?”

“[Y/n], hi!” your mother exclaimed on the phone. “Happy birthday!”

“Thanks, mom,” you smiled, relieved to hear her voice. You glanced at the clock hanging on the wall near the fruits, “Wait. Weren’t you supposed to be on the plane an hour ago?”

“[Y/n], the flight was canceled. Something about the weather here, no places are taking off,” she sighed. “I’m sorry, honey, but we won’t be able to go spend your birthday with you.”

“It’s okay, mom. I really wanted to see everyone, but I understand.” What else could you say?

You finished the call and sighed. What an amazing birthday; no family, no friends, no boyfriend, no plans. You shouldn’t have left your bed this morning.

“[Y/n]?”

You turned toward the source of the voice and came face to face with someone you didn’t expect.

There you saw him: Harry. Your ex-boyfriend.

“Harry, hi!”

He surprisingly embraced you in a hug. He was smiling he pulled back.

“I was thinking about you,” he said.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I saw the date and I remembered that today was your birthday.” His smile then became softer, “Happy birthday.”

You smiled back, “Thanks, Harry.”

“So, big plans tonight?” he asked, glancing at you while picking some apples from the pile behind you.

You could say ‘yes’. You could, you definitely could seem like pretty busy person with lots of friends to party with on your birthday. But what is the gain in that?

You shrugged. “Not really.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

So you ended up telling him the entire story.

“Wow,” he sighed, “You’ve had a rough day.”

“Yeah. But it’s okay. I’ll pick some ice cream and binge watch some show tonight. Hopefully, nothing else will go wrong.” You really hoped so.

Harry scratched the back of his neck.

“If you want, maybe I could stop by. Keep you some company or something.” Upon seeing your face, he quickly added, “Just as friends! I wouldn’t want to intrude between you and your boyfriend.”

What would be the harm in that?

***

And that’s how you ended up alone with your ex-boyfriend at your apartment on your birthday.

Harry was currently serving the dinner he had bought when you received a Skype call from Bucky and ended up telling him who you were spending your birthday with.

“Bucky, we’re friends. Nothing more,” you said for the billionth time.

“I know, and I get that,” he answered, “But it had to be him?

“Who? Be who? Are you talking to [Y/n]?”

Suddenly, the entire team was trying to fit into the screen, all talking and wishing you happy birthday at the same time.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the scene. “Thanks, guys.”

“[Y/n]?” Harry called when he reentered the living room, a bit hesitant since you were talking on the phone. He expected you’d get some of those when he was there, but didn’t know if you wanted people to know he was there and he didn’t want to cause any trouble.

“Who’s that?” Nat asked, pulling the camera towards her.

“Did your family made a nice flight?” Steve asked, pulling the camera to him.

“Did they enjoy the reservation?” Tony squeezed himself between the two.

“Are you having a nice birthday?” Wanda jumped on Steve’s back and gripped her arms around his neck to secure herself.

“Did you get out present?” Sam appeared near close to the camera.

“It didn’t explode, did it?” the camera focused on Bruce, standing kind of afraid on the side with everyone, including you, screaming, “What?!”

“I didn’t get your present, so I don’t know if it exploded. My family never came, they were stuck in the airport due to the bad weather. I canceled the reservation, none of you guys were here. And I was talking to a friend, Harry.”

Somewhere between your explanations, everyone fit on the screen again.

“Who’s Harry?” Thor asked. “Is he a brave warrior?”

“Nope,” Sam replied, smirking. “He’s [Y/n]’s ex-boyfriend.”

“What?!”

“Sam, how the hell do you know?” you asked, confused.

“I happen to have my ways, [Y/L/n],” he mocked, scrunching his lips and snapping his fingers in a ‘Z’ form. What you didn’t see was the way he and Tony high-fived behind Thor’s back.

“Let me get this straight: [Y/l] is spending her birthday with her ex-boyfriend and not with the overprotective – and needless to say, currently – boyfriend?” Tony asks, a teasing tone to his voice and a grin on his face.

“Yes.”

“Oh, Barnes, you’re never hearing the end of this, my friend.”

“If you want, Asgard could use a powerful warrior such as yourself,” you heard Thor saying quietly to Bucky.

Two days later, after they returned home and you made them have a few hours of sleep and Tony sent a private plane to pick up your family, they took you out to dinner on your favorite restaurant and even invited Harry. The entire time the team spent teasing Bucky, who made Harry seat far away from you on the giant table. You had never laughed as hard as that night.

Oh. And their present didn’t explode. Until Tony switched a few cables. 


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tommosarmpits  asked:

hello sunshine!!. i dont know if u already talk about this sorry.. it hard to be an adult :o. but can u share with me what do u think this lines mean for harry in meet me in the halfway?? "i walked the streets all day running with the thieves." & the last line "cuase once you go without it nothing else will do"

I’m sorry that I took so long, @tommosarmpits. I had an emergency last week.

Meet Me in the Hallway is a song that compares love to addiction. We know that the song was written before May 7 (when Harry made his IG post about donating hair to the Little Princess Foundation), because of these photos from @kristyjeannn:

I have posted previously about some ambiguity in the lyrics. Apple Music initially had these lyrics (screen-captured by a friend):

Later changed to these:

So it appears that the from “more of you” to “morphine” came later. “Morphine” makes the comparison more straight-forward and explicit. But the initial lyrics already suggests the attitude of an addict:

Just let me know I’ll be on the floor, on the floor
Maybe we’ll work it out
Gotta get better, gotta get better
Gotta get better, gotta get better

Give me some more
Just take the pain away

What’s also super interesting to me is the very first line of the original lyrics (see first photo): Take Me Home. A reference to One Direction (the very first words of the very first solo album), and also a reference to The Wizard of Oz / Home (and Louis’ song). Later, of course, it was changed to “…two, three, four.” 

But the allusion to HOME is not accidental. 

Sweet creature, sweet creature
Wherever I go, you bring me home
Sweet creature, sweet creature
When I run out of road, you bring me home

Incidentally, go to Google Lyrics, and you’ll see that the lyrics still say:

When I run out of rope, you bring me home

Sorry for the detour. I think that the last lines clearly refer to an addiction (to both love and drugs) that only another hit can satisfy:

We don’t talk about it
It’s something we don’t do
‘Cause once you go without it
Nothing else will do

I think the lyrics,

I walked the streets all day
Running with the thieves

describe how a junkie might behave, running in the streets, trying to steal currency to buy his addiction. “Running with the thieves” conjures up a poetic, romantic image. One imagines something like Alibaba and the Forty Thieves, a band of ne’er-do-wells who live and die by street rules of courage and loyalty. 

The Take Me Home lyric opening also makes me think that this song might be about an addiction to the kind of fame that Harry experienced as a member of One Direction– the unstoppable, hysterical adulation that gave him such a high when he was on stage. Once a performer experiences that kind of stratospheric love, it’s hard to deny it to oneself, hard not to want to continue being in the band and getting huge audiences, listening to the screams. 

‘Cause once you go without it
Nothing else will do

Then the lyrics “I walk the streets all day/ running with the thieves” describe what we saw in the If I Could Fly listening party video, at the end, where the tour bus pulls away from the venue, leaving fans behind, the foreground dark. The boys are truly alone. They have no family, no friends from home. They walk with strangers. They are with people who want to take advantage of them, want to sell them and sell to them– thieves. 

Again, I apologize for the delay. Please feel free to message me back. Thanks.

Sea

I love Malvie.

I love the rotten four as an ot4.

I believe that villain kids are not 100% straight. And are very much fluid in their sexualities

HOWEVER, this is a movie made for children, on a TV channel that gets aired in homes where being queer isn’t acceptable. The same channel where apparently death threats were being sent because of a gay couple on a show THAT WAS ALREADY BEING CANCELLED.

So yes, the characters are all going to be “straight”. (Despite what many of us want, including myself)

So can we NOT tear down the wonderful and beautiful friendship between Mal and Evie? Mal and Evie are such good friends, and we don’t have many powerful female friendships. Especially ones protrayed so nicely. Like even with other female friendships there was always something that caused them to fight, most of the time that thing being a boy.

But like Mal doesn’t want Evie to suffer on the isle. And Evie doesn’t want Mal to not be herself in Auradon. They love and respect each other so much. Like can we not complain about how we were robbed of something that was never going to happen in the first place?

If you want something to complain about here’s a good list

🔥Dude speaking
🔥Carlos and Jane’s forced relationship. Which had no build up.
🔥The Chad Subplot (which while funny, got kinda annoying at the end)
🔥UMA, HARRY AND ESPECIALLY GIL BEING NOT FLESHED OUT AT ALL??? LIKE THEY WERE BARELY THERE.
🔥Bad CG strikes again.
🔥Ways to be Wicked being shoehorned in to the beginning of the movie
🔥Mal’s rapping
🔥 WHERE THE FUCK DID MALEFICENT GO??? MAL SHOVED HER IN A POCKET AND SHE WAS NEVER SEEN OR HEARD OF AGAIN
🔥Kiss the Girl
🔥BEN GOT SPELLED AGAIN
🔥Zero resolution to the main story. Uma just… Leaves
🔥Zero reprocussions to the rotten four being on the isle beyond Uma getting ben. Like nothing else happened. They just we’re there visible by everyone
🔥Further denying the Wicked World canon. Like man I get why you don’t want Freddie or CJ, but like. Could u admit at least that they saved other VKs besides the rotten four? No? Okay…