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Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find ThemNewt Scamander’s blue coat

The thing is, a lot of [Newt Scamander’s] creatures had sort of luminescent color, and I wanted him to have a sense of being one with them, but not standing out, like he’s in some neon outfit in the middle of the street. I came to this blue with a lot of green in it, and it has a little bit of brown undertones. It’s an interesting blue because in different light, it photographs differently. I didn’t want it to pop too much, and I played with it a little bit.

We played with the shape of it a lot, that coat, because Eddie Redmayne squats down on his case a lot, does a lot of up and down movement and he has a sideways gait to him that he evolved for Newt. It’s almost like an animal walk, in a way. I really wanted something that served him, too, and we did a lot of rehearsals with it to make sure it all worked for him, with his acting. Colleen Atwood

The Towel Story

Originally posted by awwsehun

Member: Exo Sehun

Type: Fluff/Smut

“The only way I will ever sit in his car is if I’m using it to run him over,” you snapped, pushing Kyungsoo’s hand off your shoulder and picking up your suitcase, wincing at the weight before starting down the stairs. Maybe you had over packed, but you didn’t want to risk running out of clothes, especially in a place so secluded.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, what exactly is Stargate (like, what is the plot, how many seasons, that kind of thing)? I've seen it mentioned in combination with Leverage in some of your posts, and I've sort of picked up some of the character names from being on the internet, but I'm still not sure what it actually is. Thanks!!

What a delightful question that I’m going to have a ridiculous amount of fun answering, probably using too many gifs.

First, the bare bones facts: Stargate is a franchise that began with the 1994 movie Stargate, which was then developed into the TV show Stargate: SG-1 which began in 1997 and picked up about a year after the movie ended. SG-1 had 10 seasons and 2 made-for-TV movies. There are also 2 spinoffs, Stargate: Atlantis and Stargate: Universe. Atlantis has 5 seasons, and its first season coincides with season 8 of SG-1, with both beginning in 2004, with some fun but not strictly essential crossover between the two. Universe has 2 seasons and began in 2009, after both SG-1 and Atlantis had ended. I mostly blog about SG-1, but I enjoy all three shows and will at least briefly explain Atlantis and Universe in the course of this post, FOR FUNSIES.

The basic premise of the whole thing is that there are these devices (built by aliens, OF COURSE) called Stargates, which create wormholes that allow for basically instantaneous travel between planets all throughout the Milky Way (and other galaxies as well, it turns out, but that’s later).

The movie involves the US Air Force, with the help of the BEST FICTIONAL ARCHAEOLOGIST IN EXISTENCE FIGHT ME, figuring out how to work the Stargate, using it to travel to another planet, and helping the locals overthrow the evil parasitic alien who was posing as the Egyptian god Ra in order to enslave them.

SG-1 starts with Earth humans learning that “Ra” actually belonged to an entire race of evil parasitic aliens who used the personas of various gods to enslave humans throughout the galaxy. At which point, NATURALLY, the plucky Earth humans say “fuck that shit” and also “ooh, a whole galaxy to explore, HOLD MY BEER” and start having adventures and liberating the galaxy.

Atlantis is about Earth humans finally discovering the lost city of Atlantis over in another galaxy, and the adventures and struggles they have setting up a colony there. Also, space vampires.

Universe is about a bunch of Earth humans accidentally stranding themselves aboard an alien-built spaceship that is going they don’t know where in order to find the meaning of life, the universe, and everything. It’s much darker and more sort of psychological than the other two shows. Also more diverse. I like it a lot, but for different reasons than I like SG-1 and Atlantis.

SG-1 owns my heart, because it’s the show that helped me fall in love with sci-fi. Also, it has Dr. Daniel Jackson. It wrestles with what it means to be human and ethics and all kinds of really good shit. It’s not perfect, and the early seasons especially have some pretty major issues with sexism and white savior complexes in certain episodes, but overall I personally find it more than worth it, and the main reason is the characters, who you now get to hear me yell about my love for.

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anonymous asked:

Hi I love your writing and had this thought for a top ten. I have no idea if you are still taking top ten requests but I thought I'd give it a try anyway. So we all know what an amazing friend Phichit is but what I'd like to know is when Yuuri been amazing for Phichit. So top ten Yuuri is a great friend to Phichit moments. I know you have a crazy schedule so I would more than understand if requests are over!

Top Ten Times Yuuri Was a Great Friend to Phichit:

10) Every time Yuuri turned up to one of Phichit’s skating events, which was whenever he possible could, and cheered him on like the world’s proudest parent from the sidelines

9) When the person Phichit was dating (who was a foreign exchange student) moved back home Phichit got really down for a while and Yuuri bundled him up in a blanket, stocked up on ice cream and had a movie marathon to take his mind off it

8) Yuuri constantly indulged Phichit’s social media love by playing along with all his games and challenges. Especially the one that Phichit set up for the Yuuri fans following him called ‘Find Katsuki’ where he would post lots of normal looking pictures but with Yuuri hiding somewhere obscure in the background that you could only see if you looked hard. Like peeking out of the crack in the wardrobe door or sitting at the top of a tree hidden in the branches. It was a game Phichit’s fans loved to play because Yuuri was pretty inactive on social media so spotting Yuuri in photos was already a game at official events and the like and Phichit’s Instagram game made it extra entertaining. it also got Phichit a lot of extra followers. 

7) During exams Phichit was usually pretty ok but sometimes he would get really stressed studying and Yuuri would provide him with a constant stream of coffee and food to keep him going

6) Yuuri held a special hamster funeral for Phichit’s hamsters when they died because he was too upset to do it himself

5) Once Phichit ended up getting yelled at by Celestino for something and Yuuri immediately did something even worse to get Celestino to yell at him instead and get Phichit off the hook

4) Yuuri learned every single skate routine in the King and the Skater so that he could skate them with Phichit

3) Once Phichit was having a really bad day and Yuuri flew straight back from the competition he was at to spend time with him and cheer him up even though he was still supposed to be in the country for a few more days because Phichit was more important

2) Yuuri learned Thai for Phichit so that he could comfort Phichit when he had nightmares and Thai was the best way to calm him down when he was still half asleep and scared

1) Yuuri absolutely destroyed anyone who was rude to Phichit. Once at a competition one of the older, more experienced skaters was being really nasty to Phichit and calling him and nobody who would go no-where and Yuuri ‘I’ve got more gold medals than all of you’ Katsuki overheard and walked up to Phichit like ‘you were fantastic, you totally deserved that medal’ before casually looking over at the other skater with a smile ‘oh hi…I’m sorry, who are you again?’

I’m utterly disgusted with how people have been treating Ishida because they didn’t get a damn gay ship. There was never any defining fact that he ever was going to, so it’s not like he betrayed anyone, you guys came to that conclusion on your own. So you can only blame themselves for that. This is also NOT YOUR STORY FOR GOD’S SAKE! This is the story Ishida wants to tell, you don’t have to agree with it, but telling a man who works nearly every fucking week on 20 chapters with as much refined art and detail as he does to kill himself because you saw a straight ship come to life? And then you have the BALLS to fucking call him homophobic because he didn’t pair Kaneki with a character that had the same sex as him? Aren’t you the ones being heterophobic? You fucking hypocrites disgust me to no end with how low you’re willing to go over characters that will NEVER exist, over a story that ISN’T yours, and just because YOU thought Kaneki might have been gay, and YOU convinced your pathetic self that was the truth, you lost your fucking minds when you were brought back to reality. Do us all a favour and leave the Tokyo Ghoul Fandom, you don’t deserve to be here. You people who dare threaten a man by burning copies of a series he worked SO DAMN HARD TO MAKE and being happy about it and telling him to end his life for writing what he wanted, and then calling him inaccurate names (considering the fact that there have been gay characters in Tokyo Ghoul before in case you dimwitted fucks forgot) because you didn’t get your way with how you imagined Kaneki’s sexuality?! You are pathetic. I have no respect or patience for anyone who threatens a man who has been nothing but kind to his readers by making two fantastic dark stories. Get the fuck away from him, you wouldn’t be talking all this shit if people started attacking all your fanfics/Fanarts like you’ve been attacking Ishida. As for the shippers who didn’t get their wish but didn’t get this uppity and violent, I’m truly sorry you guys are now associated with those pricks. I myself tolerate all ships, I don’t tolerate the absolutely criminal and disrespectful behaviour. And yes, criminal behaviour is what telling someone to commit suicide is. Trying or succeeding to coax someone into suicide is punishable by law, as you’re trying to get someone to take away their life. Good job making big news by the way, where every media outlet covering this topic knows your social identities.

oh baby | newt scamander

prompt: Could you write an imagine where Newt is still at Hogwarts and his only friend is a Ravenclaw whom he’s loved ever since they met but he’s his shy little self about it all

theme: hella fluff

warnings: nothing

author note: boi, am I dead on the inside.

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Newt meets her when he’s twelve years old. She’s all smiles and chubby soft cheeks and knowledge. Wearing a delicate pink dress with a matching ribbon in her hair. He’s immediately smitten, though he knows they won’t be in the same house because she’s obsessed with knowing more and she’s witty and she’s so open minded. She is very confused about a lot of things but she wants to know more. He’s already in love, he just doesn’t know it yet.

Newt is thirteen when he realizes he’s in love. Between her hand grabbing at his own and the thump of his heart against his chest. She’s pulling him to the lake because she saw the mermaids and he’s got to see them too. He has–he doesn’t tell her that though because the feeling in his chest is warm and lovely and he doesn’t want it to stop.

Newt is fourteen when he wants to kiss her. She’s got a bowtruckle in her hands and she’s smiling down at it and he really wants to kiss her. It climbs up her and latches onto her blue and black tie. She’s smiling and giggling and he’s leaning in but he stops himself because they’re friends and he can’t ruin that.

Newt is fifteen and she’s got a boyfriend and he treats her right but he could treat her better. He kisses her and her face gets red and Newt smiles because he can’t say anything. That’s when he befriends Leta. She isn’t good for him but no one can talk him out of it

Newt is sixteen when he’s kicked out of Hogwarts. She follows him out of the school and grabs his hand like she always does and she’s crying. She begged for him not to be expelled because his creatures wouldn’t hurt anyone! He tells her to go back inside because she doesn’t need him but she doesn’t. He can feel a blush forming and love forming in his lungs and chest and she kisses him–hard. Her hands come up to her face and she says oh baby, I can wait on you forever.

Newt is seventeen and at home with his mum when she comes by. Knocking on the door and waiting for he boyfriend to answer. He does and he’s smiling at her and she kisses him and smiles. It’s summer and she’s staying with him and his family because she really does miss him.

Newt is eighteen when she brings him to meet her family. They’re muggles who try their best to learn about magic so they know her better. They make cake and pudding and her parents start calling him son because he really is a sweet good boy. And they don’t know much about magical creatures, only what she’s told them and they love them when he pulls out a niffler and a demiguise.

Newt is nineteen when he asks her to marry him. It’s the most excited he’s ever seen her when she smiles and jumps up and kisses him. He doesn’t have a lot of money but he still gets a ring for her and it really isn’t a lot but she loves it.

Newt is twenty when they get married and he loves the way her name sounds with his last name and all he wants is to kiss her for all the times he hasn’t at Hogwarts. Both of their families are there and it’s a riot because the muggles and the wizards and witches are all drunk and doing ridiculous things.

Newt is twenty one when he takes the job to write the book. She’s coming with him, obviously. And life is good.

So I just saw this on Facebook, and it made me really want to do something similar.

I haven’t seen my bf in over a year, and the last time we spent V-day together was 2 years ago.

I don’t have much money (he’s more of a homemade gift person anyway) so I want to do this real special something for him to show him how much I love him.

If you could write out the following message (yes, by hand), hold it up in front of either a favourite place of yours from wherever you’re living or just something red/valentine-themed (like this person did), then take a picture…

.. I would be soooo grateful and more than happy to return the favour (message me).

What I want the note to say is:

Tamara’s love for Mike is so big it reached …

(replace the ‘…’ with whatever your location is.)

I would love to get as many of these as I can, from all sorts of places in the world, and make a collage or something of them and send it to him on the 14th. 

Hopefully he likes it.

If you can’t participate in this, if you could at least reblog it for attention that would be fantastic! (Please message me if you have done this, also, because it’ll be faster than going through all the notes (if I get more than 2 that is, lol) looking for your reblog.)

c-jay321  asked:

Hey saisai! Not really sure if you've read the latest chapter of bnha, but if you have, what are your thoughts about it? Do you think Kacchan has been jealous of Izuku the whole time?

The thing is… i don’t think jealousy is exactly the right word for it.

to be more specific, this panel. this panel expresses both Izuku and Bakugou’s feelings towards each other. Bakugou isn’t jealous of Izuku, he fears him. he’s scared of Izuku’s sudden development and is scared that one day Izuku will surpass him.

but he’s also in denial about it. 

to go further back, the whole reason Bakugou started bullying Izuku is because he thought Izuku was looking down on him. 

this is 100% the reason Bakugou started to bully Izuku. it’s because he thought Izuku was looking down on him. it’s because he thought that Izuku saw him as weak and needing help.

for his entire life, Bakugou grew up believing he was better than everyone. and, until recently, he had no reason to not believe this. 

since he was little, he was able to read before all his classmates, he was able to do amazing stunts no one else could do, he got his fantastic quirk that was way better than everyone else’s. 

and Izuku didn’t.

Izuku was always the failure. he was always the one messing up. he couldn’t skip stones, he didn’t have a quirk, he couldn’t do anything. 

and sadly, no one in Bakugou’s life ever did anything to curb this belief. every year, it was just reinforced–his classmates all admired Bakugou and always told him how awesome he was, and constantly mocked Izuku for being a failure.

even with the teacher still in the room, the entire class bullied and mocked Izuku. and yet, the teacher did nothing to stop them.

Bakugou had no reason to believe otherwise.

however, if there’s one thing Bakugou hates more than anything, it’s when people are looking down on him. it’s when he feels weak. it’s when he thinks other people are treating him as unworthy or unimportant.

this is why he was so pissed at Todoroki for how their fight went. because Todoroki wasn’t going all out–and Bakugou knew it. he overheard the conversation he had with Izuku. he knows about Todoroki’s beef with Endeavor.

he knows Todoroki swore to never use his fire side. and then he did, against Izuku

“IF I CAN’T GO ABOVE DEKU, IT DOESN’T MEAN A GODDAMN THING!!”

look at how upset he is by the result of their match. he looks like he’s about to break down crying.

for Bakugou, this entire fight was unsatisfying from beginning to end. for him, he was fighting an opponent who refused to take him seriously, who fought seriously against Deku. To Bakugou, he was fighting someone who was looking down on him, mocking him, making an ass out of him.

there’s no point in winning a fight like that.

for years, since that first moment when Izuku offered his hand, Bakugou seriously thought that Izuku was looking down on him. Izuku, the weak one. the one who constantly failed. the one who didn’t even have a quirk. how dare he think that he had any right to help Bakugou–someone who was amazing, who had an awesome quirk, who didn’t need help with anything

Bakugou truly believed this. that Izuku, who didn’t have anything, thought he could surpass Bakugou, who had everything

Izuku was just trying to be nice. however, Bakugou took it as a personal insult, and it colored his perception of Izuku for 10 years after.

for their entire fight during the Heroes vs. Villains exam, Bakugou was fixated on this. over and over again, he commented on how Izuku was looking down on him. of course Izuku wasn’t. Bakugou is one of his biggest sources of inspirations–but Bakugou doesn’t realize that. 

he truly believes that, for all this time–despite Izuku’s quirklessnes, despite being a failure, despite not having any of the advantages Bakugou had growing up–that Izuku was looking down on him.

this just shows how little these two understood each other.

Bakugou based so much of his self worth on being better than Izuku. on being better than everyone, but especially Izuku. 

look at his expression in the above panel. he’s not grinning. he’s not boasting. rather, he’s desperately trying to hold onto an idea that he’s believed since he was a child. look at the cracks behind him–his world view is literally beginning to shatter.

what he believed for all his life is starting to fall apart, and he’s desperately trying to fight against it. 

after Izuku won, even tho he was broken and beaten on the ground–that was when Bakugou realized, oh my god. Deku can beat me. Deku does have the potential to do this. it isn’t just some fantasy anymore. it’s reality

Izuku can surpass him, and there’s nothing he can do to stop it.

Bakugou almost has a breakdown because of this. that is how much this meant to him. that is how scared he was of Izuku.

everything he mocked and feared and denied was possible, happened. it actually happened. and he still thinks Izuku is looking down on him. 

and it’s not just Deku.

for the first time, Bakugou’s unshakable self confidence is broken. in the official translation of this scene, he says that he doesn’t think he can beat Todoroki.

for the first time, he thinks that there’s someone out there that he can’t beat. 

i believe this is part of the reason Bakugou was so angry and upset with the results of their match–because Todoroki was another person Bakugou so desperately wanted to prove himself against, and Todoroki couldn’t even be bothered to take their fight seriously. 

(again, not Todoroki’s fault. but that’s probably how Bakugou viewed it.)

for the first time, Bakugou is met with the realization that he isn’t the best. that there are people out there who can beat him. there are people who are stronger than him. that there are people out there that can beat him.

Bakugou is a victim of his own talent and upbringing. he lived his entire life believing he was special, and he was constantly praised for everything he did. it wasn’t until he met others who were just as strong, if not stronger than him, that this idea was shaken. and now he’s no longer special. he’s no longer the strongest. he’s no longer the best. 

Bakugou’s ego was stroked and stroked and stroked, and then it popped in the worst way possible. 

and Izuku is the heart of it all.

when Izuku tells Bakugou about his quirk, Bakugou thinks he’s just mocking him after beating him. Bakugou is insulted, angry, infuriated, frustrated, and feels like he’s being mocked by the person who was just supposed to be a pebble in his path…. who actually managed to beat him.

he thinks Izuku is trying to humiliate him in a way. 

and again, he had no reason to think otherwise. neither character ever tried to talk it out with each other before now, so they had no reason to know what the other was thinking.

one of the reasons Bakugou is so frustrated at Izuku is because now there’s a chance of Izuku surpassing him. 

the entire manga up until this point is pretty much just Izuku getting stronger, and stronger, and stronger … while Bakugou feels like he’s being left behind.

he’s been beaten, humiliated, and kidnapped–more than once

hell, in the very first chapter he’s taken hostage by a villain and needs to be rescued by Izuku and All Might. 

he lost to Izuku, wins the Sports Festival but in a completely unsatisfactory way, feels like he wasted time at Best Jeanist’s, was forced to swallow his pride and work with Izuku to win (again, in an unsatisfactory way), feels left behind in terms of growth…

the narrative just keeps beating him down in more ways than one. the few times he actually wins and he can’t even enjoy it. it culminates with both All Might’s retirement and believing that it’s his fault, and his failing the provisional license exam.

Bakugou is only 15/16. he’s just a kid. kids can only take so much before they fall apart.

this is honestly one of Bakugou’s worst moments. he had no right to hit Izuku like that. however, the reason he did was because Izuku was saying that there was no way Bakugou could beat All Might. even with handicaps, Bakugou had no chance of winning this fight.

in other words, he was calling Bakugou weak. 

it doesn’t help that prior to the exam, Bakugou believes that All Might is looking down on him with all their precautions.

it doesn’t matter if it’s All Might, the number one hero. it doesn’t matter how much logic is in Izuku’s words. all that matters to Bakugou is that Izuku is saying that Bakugou is too weak to win a fight. that both he, and All Might, are looking down on Bakugou.

Bakugou needs the validation of being the Best. he needs it. he has to be able to do everything on his own, and be number 1 with his own power, and if he can’t fulfill that, then it’s worthless. then he’s worthless.

so much of his self worth is based on this, and he’s willing to go to extreme lengths to reach it.

if he has to tear apart his own body to win, then he will do it.  

this is not healthy behavior in the slightest, but that’s just how much winning means to him. that’s how much that validation means to him.

however.

the second he’s presented with the idea that he needs Izuku’s help, he says he’d rather lose. the kid who’s constantly screaming about how he’s gonna be the best and be number 1. the kid who’s willing to abuse his own body to win.

Bakugou refuses to give up. this is one of the things that Izuku admires the most about him, and one of the things that inspires Izuku so much.

the WHOLE REASON Bakugou wants to be a hero is because he admires All Might. it’s because he admires the way All Might always wins, no matter what–that shaped how Bakugou views a hero should be. 

a hero must always win. and for Bakugou, that also means without help.

this is literally his entire life’s motivation, and he’s willing to give it all up if it means he needs Izuku’s help to accomplish it. 

Izuku. the kid who always trailed behind him. the kid who couldn’t do anything. the kid who was a quirkless failure–and Bakugou needs his help to win.

this upsets Bakugou so much that he begins crying mid-battle

every time Bakugou cries, it’s always in response to feeling weak or worthless. especially in comparison to Izuku.

since he was a child, he’s been scared of Izuku.

no matter what Bakugou did, Izuku would not back down. he would always get back up. no matter how many times Bakugou beat and bullied Izuku, no matter what he did, Izuku would get back up and trail after him. 

he just would not give up.

Bakugou thought Izuku was looking down on him with his offer of help. Bakugou thought Izuku saw him as weak and helpless. and most of all, Bakugou was frustrated. he was frustrated that Izuku actually believed that he could surpass Bakugou. 

Izuku, the weak, quirkless nobody. the kid who sucked at everything. there was no way it could ever happen.

and yet, Bakugou was terrified at the possibility.

Bakugou’s terrified of Izuku.

specifically, his progress. 

it’s even mentioned in the Omake chapter [here], by Uraraka.

Uraraka: It’s like… you’re intimidating him because you’re scared and you want him to go away from you.

all his life, he tried to push Izuku away, to put him down. but nothing ever worked. 

Bakugou is scared that he’s being left behind. he’s scared that everything he believed in until this point has been wrong. he’s scared that he won’t accomplish his goal, his dream. the one thing in his life that’s motivated him up until this point.

he’s scared because Izuku, the person who was supposed to be a pebble in his path, can accomplish the things that he’d always wanted. he’s scared because Izuku is surpassing him, he’s scared because Izuku got All Might’s attention–the one person they both admired most. 

he’s scared because his entire world has turned upside down, and he has no idea what to do anymore.

this fight is almost an exact parallel to their first one earlier in the series. 

the above is a comparison between chapter 10 and chapter 119. 

the dialog is almost exactly the same. Bakugou is still talking about Izuku looking down on him, and Izuku is still explaining how much Bakugou inspires him. the only major difference now, is that they’re finally listening to each other.

here, and in the above panel, Bakugou and Izuku are finally paying attention to each other’s words in regards to themselves. yes, they’re both emotionally charged, but no longer blindingly so–they’e finally listening to what the other is saying.

which is what this entire fight is about. them finally understanding each other. finally doing something that they should’ve done 10 years ago. 

it’s only up until this fight that Bakugou stops being in denial about everything. about Izuku’s progress, about his own securities, and about the affect his actions have. it’s a first step of progress for him.

there’s been miscommunication on both parts–however, Bakugou reacted much more violently and badly in regards to it. nothing justifies his abuse and bullying of Izuku. but this is exactly why it started. 

this fight is about them baring their emotions and clearing the air. and finally, finally, Bakugou will understand that Izuku had never once looked down on him. 

this is something that’s weighed down on him since he was 4 years old. many of his insecurities can be traced back to that moment. 

Bakugou was never jealous of Izuku. he feared him. he feared what Izuku could possibly do, and tried his damnedest to keep him from achieving it. he feared and hated being looked down upon. and once they got to UA, he feared Izuku’s progress. he feared being left behind. he feared that everything he ever believed in was wrong, and that Izuku was right all along.

for Bakugou, this has never been about jealousy. it’s always been about fear.

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Boyfriend/Girlfriend Feelings

Summary: Your feelings for Sam scare the life out of you. So you cling to Dean for guidance. One day when you drag them out to go swimming, Sam asks you about your feelings for his older brother, only to be surprised when he learns he’s had it all wrong.

A/N: I don’t know why, but in my mind the A/C in the bunker just…sucks.

Request: Alright here’s hoping I get in cause your writing is FANTASTIC. Sam x reader. They’ve been friends for years and they’re both crazy about one another but Sam thinks she’s into dean because of all the to me they spend togethet but he’s actually trying to help her get Sammy. Thanks:)

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: Shirtless Winchesters - I know I need a warning for that.

Word Count: 1.7k

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You doubled over with laughter at the sight of Dean trying to flip the bacon while shirtless. The grease was spitting everywhere, and the way that he jumped and yelped every time a drop hit him was almost worthy of recording.

Somehow, you and Dean were both awake and ready for the day before Sam. Normally he was the one up before both of you.

So here you and Dean were, goofing around in the kitchen while cooking breakfast. It was hot in the bunker, the middle of summer was always the worst. The air-conditioning system in the bunker needed a serious update. You were wearing only a pair of shorts and a tank top, while Dean was only wearing his pyjama pants.

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Married to Percival Graves Headcanons

Requested by anon: Hey darling! May I request what being married to Graves and Credence respectively would include? I absolutely love your work! 💋

So here’s Part 1 with Percival Graves

Tags: @aislinsekhem, @gravespercy for the gif…because there are only so many percival graves gifs that shows up in tumblr gif searches, @elenawrit


Being Married to Percival Graves would include:

  • Everyone having a hard time believing that Percival Graves, the man who had been the youngest to become Director of Magical Security, who his subordinates joke that hell would freeze over before he smiled, is married.
    • And happily married at that
    • It’s not a largely known detail of his life
      • He likes it that way because then you’re safe from his enemies
    • He wears the marriage ring on a chain around his neck and though you wear yours in the normal way, no one really asks.
  • Being one of the few that can actually get a smile, an actual smile, on his face not just a political one.
    • Likewise, he’s one of the few that can make you blush, his favorite method is wrapping his hand around yours, entangling fingers together and kissing the back of your hand lightly.
  • The cold persona that he has at work practically melting away the moment he steps into the house and can hear you humming lightly to some no-maj tune on the radio.
    • You know he’s there, but still can’t stop the squeal as he pulls you to him, wrapping his hands against your hips and starting to dance with you in the living room. Your laughter echoes the room, smothered only when he leans you down into a dip and kisses you.
    • Sometimes he comes home and you know that something bad has happened. A mission ending badly, a death…something.
      • Those times you simply turn the music down and lead him to the couch, and he just pulls you down to rest on top of him, a familiar weight and heat lying against him calming him as he weaves fingers through your hair.
  • Having arguments, as any couple does.
    • You wish he wouldn’t take so many risks in his job, he wishes that you didn’t worry so much over it. He’s an auror and knows the risks, as should you.
    • Sometimes the arguments are quickly over before they begin. But sometimes, sometimes the arguments are long and angry. He has his pride as do you, and you’re not willing to back down.
      • He never lays a finger on you. He just storms out as you break down and cry, and usually wind up curled up on the bed. He comes back a few hours later and gathers you up in his arms. You both apologize and talk in the darkness of the bedroom and reach some sort of agreement.
  • Grindelwald using you as a means of torture to Percival, taunting him with a mixture of lies and the truth, leaving Percival trying weed the two out.
    • In truth Grindelwald doesn’t so much as touch you. He leaves you in a closed off room after drugging you with Draught of Living Death, and gives excuses as to where you are.
    • The aurors find Percival first and literally have to hold him down when he finds out that no one knows where you are. In his mind, he needs to find you. Because this is his fault, this is his fault.
      • When they find you, they at first they think you’re dead and are wondering how to explain that to Percival, before they figure out you’re under the Draught and administer the Wiggenweld Potion.
    • When the two of you are reunited, he clutches you as though you’re going to vanish in that very moment as you pepper any area of skin you can reach with kiss after kiss, tears sliding down your face in relief as he checks and asks you over and over again if you truly are alright.
  • That through it all, you stand next to Percival’s side again, there as his rock now. There are nightmares, hallucinations, terrors…he’s been hurt in a way that no magic can fully heal, but you refuse to leave him.
    • For better or worse, you married him because you love him. And you want nothing more than to be with him.
    • It’s something he can’t help but agree with and thankful for.
Reasons Jacob Kowalski is Amazing

WARNING Contains Fantastic Beasts Spoilers!!!

Ok, so am I the only person who thinks Newt is utterly adorable, BUT actually likes Jacob Kowalski better in pretty much every way?

1) Jacob is the first really positive Muggle/No-Maj character we’ve had in the Potterverse, and I didn’t even realize that was missing, much less how desperately I needed it, until I saw Fantastic Beasts. I mean:

-Vernon and Petunia Dursley are portrayed as boring, stupid, unattractive, bigoted, and abusive.
-Dudley is better than his parents by the end of the series, but his scenes at the beginning (where he’s a nasty, ignorant bully) are pretty frequent, and once he starts growing as a person, he’s less integral to the plot, so we don’t see much of him acting decent.
-Piers (Dudley’s friend) is described as looking scrawny and rodent-like, and from what we see of his personality, he’s selfish, cruel, and cowardly.
-Tom Riddle Sr. abandoned his wife and unborn child when he discovered his wife was a witch.
-Hermione’s parents seem nice enough, but are barely featured at all.
-Filch, while not a Muggle, is a Squib, so he also doesn’t have magic. He is described as ugly, vindictive, and cruel.
-Mrs. Figg, also a Squib, is definitely a well-meaning person, but she’s portrayed as a little loopy, the stereotypical “crazy cat lady.” 

Meanwhile, Jacob is a central character who is sympathetic, kind, multi-faceted, funny, interesting, creative, has unique hopes and dreams, and his—not Newt’s—is the big romantic relationship in the film.

I was talking to someone about this—how the Potterverse was practically starved for positive Muggle characters before Fantastic Beasts—and they pointed out how most of the audience is (presumably) made up of Muggles, so having a non-magical character we can relate to is pretty important. I started thinking about that, and I realized it’s kinda true. A lot of Potterheads consider ourselves witches and wizards, and by default any non-fan—especially one who is dense or disrespectful—is a “Muggle.” I thought about how devastated I was when I didn’t get my Hogwarts letter at age 11, and now I wonder how much less upset I would have been if we’d had a Jacob Kowalski in the series from the get-go.

2) The way he reacts to magic. Ok, so he freaks out at first, but who wouldn’t? I love how quickly he accepts magic, and how he reacts to all magic he sees after that… like, he just sort of goes, “Oh, that’s a thing? Oh hey, that’s just great!” Like, magic obviously makes him really, really happy, but he doesn’t spend a lot of time goggling over stuff like Harry did at first. He just lets it all roll over him. He never takes it for granted, like the Weasleys or other people who grew up surrounded by it, but after the initial shock, he just accepts that all this wonderful stuff exists and immediately takes advantage of all the little practical ways it can improve his life (self-stirring cocoa, magic strudel, et cetera). He’s so open to trying everything new. No hesitation. Even with stuff that seems scary like some of Newt’s creatures, he’s just like, “Oh, this huge tentacled creature out of a Lovecraftian nightmare wants me to pet it, sure, I guess that’s cool.” I just adore how accepting and open he is about this whole world of crazy stuff he never knew existed.

3) He’s ridiculously handsome, honestly. As a bigger person myself, I love love love seeing physically attractive heavyset characters. Like, I wouldn’t kick Newt out of bed either (what sane person would?), but my Fantastic Beasts crush is definitely Kowalski. He’s dapper as fuck, with the hair and the mustache and the suit; his smile is like sunlight, and his eyes are so friggin’ gorgeous I can’t even start. He’s simultaneously adorable and sexy, and like, seeing a character like that makes me so much more confident about my own body. 

4) The relationship between Jacob and Queenie. Not only is it super adorable, but please note how unusual it is for mainstream films. In most big Hollywood movies, it would go like this: “Tina and Queenie both crush on Newt (who is the leading man, the “hero” type, and the more generically “attractive” male) and get into a sort of contest about who can impress him more. Jacob likes Queenie right away, but stays out of her way because he wants her to be happy and figures he doesn’t deserve her. Near the end, Queenie finally accepts that Tina and Newt belong together, and then realizes that Jacob has been there for her the whole time,” yada yada. But no. Queenie sees Jacob and there’s this instant spark. You can see her eyes light up a bit the minute they meet. There’s never a moment where she’s like, “You’re a really sweet guy, but…” It’s not necessarily “love at first sight,” but there’s definitely “strong mutual attraction and some serious sexual chemistry at first sight.”

5) The bromance with Newt is almost as adorable as the flirtation with Queenie. It’s so wonderful to see two male characters deeply care for one another, and even show unashamed physical affection, without them being portrayed as gay.* Mind you, there’s nothing wrong with gay characters (obviously) and generally I’m all for more queer representation in film, but it bothers me that apparently “straight men can’t have strong emotional bonds.” It has a lot to do with toxic masculinity: men can’t show affection towards one another unless they’re gay (i.e. unless they’re “girly”), because having emotions is a “female thing.”

*I know that Kowalski x Newt is a semi-popular ship, but I don’t think there’s a lot of canonical evidence for it, and given that we know Newt eventually marries Tina, and Jacob and Queenie have mad chemistry going on, it feels pretty OOC to me.

6) His dreams of opening a bakery. I can deeply relate to having a dream career that seems unachievable for financial reasons, but you still strive for it, because there’s nothing you love doing half as much, and it feels like you’re just meant to do it. And I love how this guy who seems really generically masculine at first glance has a passion for something as “feminine” as baking. Plus, though I’d never really considered baking as an art form before, it obviously is to him. He clearly doesn’t think of himself as a creative type—“I ain’t got the brains to make this up”—but he couldn’t be more wrong. What he does with all the fantastic creatures made of pastry at the end proves it. Yeah, he didn’t make up Nifflers and Bowtruckles and such, but having a vision of something in your head isn’t the same as bringing it to life, in 3D, in such a unique (and temporary!) medium. Newt may have shown him the creatures he modeled them off, but the whimsical charm each little pastry has is all Jacob’s own.

Also, I adore why he wants to be a baker—he wants to make people happy, in whatever small way he can, and that’s beautiful. I can’t imagine a more perfect reason to follow a dream than to bring charm and joy to a grey world.

7) Pretty much everything else about him, period, because this man is overall incredible and perfect.

Seriously.

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The Doctor hadn’t imagined that you wearing a skirt would bother him so much. That’s not to say that he didn’t like it. He did like it. That was the problem - he liked it too much. It wasn’t even that short of a skirt, either. There wasn’t anything overly sexy or promiscuous about it. That, he would have been able to ignore. He had been ignoring flaunted sexuality all his lives (it never failed to make him uncomfortable), and it came easily to him at this point. But you weren’t flaunting anything. You were in a tasteful, flowing skirt that cut off right at the knee. It flared out a bit whenever you turned, giving just the slightest tease of your lower thigh, but there was no inappropriate exposure. None at all. It was perfectly perfect. But the Doctor was scared of it.

“Wait a minute. What are you dressed like that for?” he asked when you finally joined him in the console room. He immediately bit his tongue when he realized how he sounded, but… he really wanted to know why you were wearing that… thing. And heels. Oh, no, you were wearing heels. They weren’t especially tall and the wedge was hardly more than an inch, but this was more heel than he had ever seen you stand on.

You made a silly face at him in response, too accustomed to his non-ginger rudeness to be offended. “Is this alright for where we’re going? I’ll just change real quick if it’s not. I just never get to wear it.”

That’s right, you never got to wear it. (Forget the heels. Can’t run well in those, so they were out of the question.) The Doctor had never seen so much leg on you. You wore trousers, always, because you were smart enough to know that skirts were not for adventuring. Even in hot weather, though, you didn’t wear shorts. You just wore trousers with thinner material. Shorts were nice, but the idea of running through dense underbrush or stinging nettles or a bog with bare legs didn’t appeal to you, so you kept your legs safely covered. Until today.

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anonymous asked:

Which characters do you think would most likely wear a matching onesie with their s/o? I have no idea where this came from except that I'm currently wearing my own onesie. 😂

We have a secret for you, anon… Us admins had extensive onesie headcanons long before you sent this in. This was just fun to write, though! 
~Admins Emma, Alyx and Ellie


Asahi: You got him a Totoro onesie for his birthday; it was about 50% a joke, but it backfired, because he’s addicted to the thing. Suga makes fun of him and Noya judges the hell out of him but he doesn’t even care because he’s toasty as hell and he looks adorable, so there! The fact that it was a gift from you? Even better; plus it gives him extra excuses for extra cuddles, so it’s fantastic. It doesn’t really fit all that well, considering how tall and broad he is, but he doesn’t really care, so long as he’s comfortable.

Bokuto: Super pumped always. Super into cheesy matching stuff either way, but in his opinion, nothing beats a super cozy onesie. It’s cliche as hell, but he definitely has an owl one (he’s committed to his aesthetic). Problem is no matter what he does, it’s about two sizes too small in the shoulders and too short on the arms and legs, so he always has to roll his up and leave it a bit open on the collar. #Baraproblems

Kuroo: Nya, bitches! He wears his cat onesie with fucking pride and he’ll fight you if you say anything about it. Kuroo is social, studious, and dedicated as hell, so he’s out and about 90% of his life. When he has a day with just you, he refuses to human and just burritos in his cozy-ass onesie with coffee and Disney movies. If you manage to special-order one to fit his titan ass, he will be forever grateful.

Oikawa: Let’s be honest, he’s at least partly into it just for the cutesy couple selfie. To be fair, though, the two of you do look absolutely adorable. Besides, the things are cozy. What better to curl up in and watch alien movies with you? (Oikawa does have about a foot of ankle sticking out at the bottom, but that’s what his extensive sock collection is for.)

Ushijima: Honestly, he is down for just about anything you’re into, and if it’s matching onesies, then he won’t fight you. He might not 100% get it, but he must admit the thing is comfortable. Sadly, it is so small on him, he basically has to pull the ankle cuffs right under his knees, which sort of defeats the purpose, but all the better to admire those calves, really. Even if he totally overwhelms the little cow onesie you got him (“Ah, because the first character in my name means “cow.” I get it.”) he looks totally precious and is 100% down for snuggles no matter the wardrobe choices, so everything is great by his standards.

Tendou: Pokemon onesies, anyone? It really doesn’t matter which pokemon, Tendou will love it. However, he’ll look entirely too adorable in a pikachu one–his hair matches the cheek spots. Okay so maybe it’s like 50% adorable and 50% ridiculous, but you love him for it. Even when he keeps saying ‘pika pika!’ even after you told him that it was funny the first fifty times, Satori. It’s still worth it though, because eventually he will actually stop, and you get to enjoy the coziest, toastiest cuddles ever.

making my heart beat again

so, thanks to @startofamoment for the absolutely amazing prompt (this and all the others, which you should check out here!) and to @elsaclack for all her help - hope y’all like it!! (title from stuck like glue, by sugarland)


He’s still chuckling at her screaming sheep prank as he walks out of the break room. He’s ten paces away when he turns back, ready to stick his tongue out at her and yell one last comeback. Except that’s when he sees it: the Double Tuck.

His first thought is of Rosa and her scarily accurate Amy impression and then all of a sudden that won’t leave his head. Amy’s put her phone away, is pouring a packet of sugar into her coffee, and he’s standing completely still with the image of Rosa smiling and tucking her hair behind both ears overlaid on images of Amy doing the same thing. It replays for maybe a second or maybe an hour or maybe a month – he can’t really be sure because his stomach is bottoming out and his foot is tapping uncontrollably and every rational thought in his mind is on hiatus. Then, finally, the buzzing in his brain stops and he hears Rosa talking about how, “When Amy really likes someone…”

And his feet are moving.

He’s not sure what he’ll do when he gets to the break room. He has no plan, no inkling of what he wants to say to her. But she likes him and he keeps repeating it to himself in his head so that the words take on rhythm as he walks – shelikesmeshelikesmeshelikesme – and then he’s at the door of the break room, putting his hand on the handle.

She looks so beautiful that it takes whatever breath he still had away for a moment – her forehead is a bit scrunched in the way it is when she’s focused on a difficult problem as she pours milk into her mug with the precision of a scientist. Her hair is falling like curtains around her face, largely obstructing his view, and he takes a moment, as he always does, to wonder what it would be like to touch it.

And then he remembers: she maybe likes him so he’ll maybe get to find out.

That sobering thought brings him crashing back to reality. His stomach, which had been swooshing back and forth, settles. His mouth closes, his teeth clacking together with the speed of the movement. His hand falls limply off the doorknob. Because he has no idea what comes next.

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My long-winded and long-overdue Hamilton Chicago review

Here’s the thing, I could go on for hours about why I love Hamilton and the impact I think it’s going to have, but that’s a post for another time (that will come, because I have a lot of emotions about this show). For the time being I want to offer my thoughts on the Chicago cast compared to both the original Broadway cast (OBC) and the understudies I had the privilege to see. (A word on some of my comparisons: I’ve seen Hamilton a few times, and at least three different actors in each role, so that’s the basis of my Chicago review.)

Because of my ridiculous obsession with this show, I found myself in Chicago last week to see my favorite show yet again. I had the chance to see the show back in October doing opening weekend, and I was astounded to see how far this cast has come in five months. Don’t get me wrong, they were phenomenal to begin with, but this most recent performance blew me away (pun intended).

(If you want the short and sweet version of my comments, check out the tl;dr before the cut.)

In the room where it happens

Seeing the Chicago cast twice was an interesting experience, because with the exception of the parts of Burr and Peggy Schuyler/Maria Reynolds, the cast was the same. The one constant, however, was the pure fire and energy this cast brought to the stage. They had a sort of bright-eyed-and-bushy-tailed feeling that made the excitement in their eyes infectious.

Looking at the Playbill, you can see the cast is overwhelmingly younger than their Broadway counterparts. For many of them, this is their first gig, so rather than having credits of former shows and national tours, they had thank you’s to parents, teachers, and God, but that doesn’t mean they looked inexperienced. On the contrary, they were an unbelievably talented bunch, but they took on the show with a sense of awe and appreciation for the chance to be a part of the phenomenon.

The New York show has an energy to be because it’s been rehearsed for almost two years now and works like a well-oiled machine; Chicago has the drive of a group of people who are diving in head first on an adventure into the unknown together, and it’s that ethos that gives you the feeling that you’re seeing the American Revolution unfold before your eyes.

The rest of my review is under the cut, but here’s the TL;DR:

Miguel Cervantes was my favorite Hamilton yet. Hurricane. Was. Incredible.

Wayne Brady somehow managed to combine the best parts of a Tony award winner (Leslie Odom Jr) and my favorite Burr (Sydney Harcourt) for a Burr that was calculated, emotional,

Joshua Henry was a new take on Burr that was very entertaining.

Jonathan Kirkland as Washington was good, but not great and only seemed lackluster because the rest of the cast was so phenomenal.

Ari Afsar gets the “Most Improved” award because her performance in October left much to be desired, but in March she was a fiery woman and a wife who did not take any of Alexander’s crap - basically exactly how I imagine Eliza Hamilton.

Alexander Gemignani is obviously a Broadway vet with plenty of experience. He made King George his own in such a hilarious and captivating way.

Karen Olivo is an actual goddess and gift to this world who slayed the hell out of Angelica.

Samantha Ware was a decent Peggy, but her Maria was insane. Everything about “Say No To This” felt like I was truly watching an affair unfold.

Amber Ardolino gave quite possibly the most provocative and sexy portrayal of Maria Reynolds I’ve seen.

Jose Ramos is such an adorable human being and his Laurens/Philip had such admiration and respect for Hamilton. It was beautiful.

Wallace Smith’s Mulligan/Madison deviated the most from the OBC simply because he is so different from original Mulligan/Madison Oak Onaodowan, but in the most wonderful way. If Javier Munoz is the “sexy Hamilton”, Wallace is the sexy Mulligan.

CHRIS FREAKING LEE. I have no words. With the right actor, Lafayette/Jefferson can really steal the show, and Chris is indeed one of those actors.

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Epic Movie (Re)Watch #118 - Kingsman: The Secret Service

Spoilers below.

Have I seen it before: Yes

Did I like it then: Yes!

Do I remember it: Yes.

Did I see it in theaters: Yes.

Was it a movie I saw since August 22nd, 2009: Yes. #343.

Format: Blu-ray

1) I love this movie. It’s so much fun, it has a great blend of style and character, and it’s just a treat all around! Honestly it’s probably the best Roger Moore James Bond movie without Roger Moore in it.

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2) Hey, it’s Mark Hamill!

3) The bad guys are so polite in this movie.

Thug; “I’m under very strict instructions not to hurt you.”

4) Hey, it’s Jack Davenport!

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Too bad he, like Mark Hamill, dies very early on in the movie.

5) The score in this film composed by Henry Jackman and Matthew Margeson is one of the things that infuses this film with the energy it has. It has JUST enough of that classic 007 feel to know that’s what they’re going for, but not too much to distract the audience. The rest is a fun, action packed score which adds an extra dose of adrenaline to the film. I love it!

6) Sofia Boutella as Gazelle!

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Boutella’s scar is quickly on the rise, having memorable rules in this, as Jaylah in Star Trek Beyond, and as the titular monster in Universal’s upcoming The Mummy reboot. And this films tells you why. It is a smaller role, especially when compared to Eggsy or the main villain Valentine, but every scene Boutella is in defines the character. She’s fierce but also incredibly loyal to Valentine, but that doesn’t mean she’s not human. You see bits of kindness, curiosity, wonder, and humor. Boutella merges all these qualities wonderfully in the villainous Gazelle and her scenes with Sam Jackson are a delight!

7) Samuel L. Jackson as Richmond Valentine.

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Sam Jackson is great in this role. I honestly don’t think I’ve seen the legend give a bad performance. Has he been in bad movies? Sure. But he always commits 100% and gives it his all, and here’s no different.

Valentine is an interesting character in that he’s the best example of a villain believing he’s the good guy. He doesn’t want to kill people, he doesn’t want to hurt people, he wants to save the world, so he’ll get others to kill and hurt people for him. Samuel L. Jackson is a lot of fun in the role, adding a nice lisp which (according to IMDb):

Samuel L. Jackson’s character of Richmond Valentine was originally intended not to have a lisp. However, Jackson completed his first take with a lisp. Matthew Vaughn yelled “cut!”, and talked to Jackson, who revealed to Vaughn that, prior to having an acting career, he actually had a lisp, which he eventually overcame. It was also jokingly remarked that this lisp is Valentine’s reason for being villainous.

It’s a great part of the film.

8) Harry Hart/Gallahad’s need for the Kingsman to progress past snobs already establishes him as an interesting character among the spy organization. It shows he truly understands what it is to be noble. That it’s not about the circumstances of one’s birth but how you treat your fellow man. But more on that later.

9) Taron Egerton as Eggsy.

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Although the film was largely marketed on the star power of Firth, Jackson, and even Michael Caine, it is Eggsy who’s the real hero of the film and he is awesome! Eggsy is an intriguing character with a lot of nice layers/surprises which pop up in the film in fun ways. To start we learn that - even as a “punk” - he lives by a strict moral code of not ratting on his friends and taking care of his own, but he’s not below petty pranks of revenge (as in stealing a jackass’ car and then driving it backwards). He can keep a secret and largely fends for himself, only calling upon the favor Harry Hart offered him 17 years later when he REALLY needs it.

Egerton is fantastic in the role! He embraces every layer of Eggsy. The kindness, the loyalty, the rough edges, the temper, the brashness, all the contradictions and surprises, and he blends them together in a believably way. He’s funny, charismatic, and an absolute star on screen.

10) I never understand why Eggsy’s mom decided to marry such a shit after his dad died. Maybe because he can support them? I don’t know, but Eggsy’s stepdad is a prick.

11) I love this

Harry: Your father was a brave man. A good man. And having read your files, I’d think he’d be bitterly disappointed in the choices you’ve made.

Eggsy: You can’t talk to me like that.

Harry: Huge I.Q., great performance in primary school. And it all went tits up. Drugs, petty crime, never had a job.

Eggsy: Do you think there’s a lot of jobs going around here, yeah?

Harry: Doesn’t explain why you gave up your hobbies. First prize, regional under tens’ gymnastics, two years in a row. Your coach had you pegged as Olympic team material.

Eggsy: Yeah, well, when you grow up around someone like my stepdad, you pick up new hobbies pretty quick.

Hart: Now of course. Always someone else’s fault. Who’s to blame you for quitting the Marines? You were halfway through training, doing brilliantly, but you gave up.

Eggsy: Because my mum went mental, banging on about losing me as well as my dad. Then we wouldn’t be cannon fodder for snobs like you, judging people like me from your ivory towers with no thought about why we do what we do. We ain’t got much choice, you get me? And if we was born with the same silver spoon up our arses, we’d do just as well as you, if not better.

I think this is great for a few reasons. It tells us a lot about Eggsy (gymnast, marine corp, huge IQ) but it SHOWS us a lot too. It shows up that he respects himself and that he’ll stand by the decisions he’s made in the past. It shows us that Eggsy takes shit from no one, no matter how in the right society may say they are.

12) I love the fight scene in the bar, otherwise known as “Manners Maketh Man”.

It is our first real showcase of the film’s stellar action sequences, which hold up for the rest of our two hour ride. I think the action is most marked by a fun, fast pace, but also incredible fight choreography. It’s an excellent case of action/reaction or action/consequences. Everything leads into everything else and it all flows so beautifully.

13) Remember how I said Eggsy had some nice layers?

Harry [trying to describe training Eggsy to be a spy]: Did you see the film Trading Places?

Eggsy: No.

Harry: How about Nikita? Pretty Woman? Now, my point is that the lack of a silver spoon has set you on a certain path that you needn’t stay on. If you’re prepared to adapt and learn, you can transform.

Eggsy: Oh, like in My Fair Lady.

Hart: You’re full of surprises.

Eggsy is not some moron tough guy who’s masculinity is too fragile to watch and appreciate My Fair Lady. Harry obviously has this image in his mind of what Eggsy is (a guy who likes raunchy comedies and action movies).

14) Is it me or is the idea of a spy organization run totally on its own above any sort of law or government shady as fuck? And they use fear tactics to train their recruits and want them to willingly shoot a poor dog in a cold blood (more on that bullshit later).

15) I love Roxy.

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She doesn’t get nearly enough screen time but is given some nice development in the time she does.

  • Is able to be civil in a competitive field without it getting in the way of her goals.
  • Has an incredible fear of heights and/or falling, but that doesn’t stop her from doing what needs to be done towards the end of the film (which is a great arc in and of itself).
  • Is willing what needs to be done to accomplish her goals (like shooting a dog to be in Kingsman).

We see her and Eggsy develop a nice friendship. Not a romance, not a will they won’t they, a mutual respect among peers and also platonic support. If the sequel can improve on the original in one way (and listen carefully Matthew Vaughn) it would be to include more Roxy!

16) Can we be honest? If there was a US president who would participate in the planning of mass genocide from this current decade, it wouldn’t be Obama.

17) The water tank!

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Not only an example of the film’s great action, but also imaginative set pieces and classic spy thrills. Also - and I say this as a hetero guy - but Eggsy’s abs have even me going DAMN.

18) Me too Sam Jackson. Me too.

Valentine [after he has to blow up Professor Arnold’s head or risk exposure]: “He made me kill Professor Arnold. I goddamn loved Professor Arnold.”

19) This line really sticks with me.

Valentine [after Gazelle says she reached out to various secret services]: “Beijing. So freaky how there’s no recognizable name for the Chinese Secret Service. Now that’s what you call a secret, right?”

20) I’m a dog person, okay? I love this.

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21) Remember how I said that Kingsman is a shady spy organization? Well it should really follow the Captain America rule of ethics and not include any bullies in its services. The only two candidates who aren’t pricks are Eggsy and Roxy!

22) The skydiving scene - akin to the water tank scene - is a great example of the film’s wonderful set pieces and fun writing. It also gives us Roxy’s fear of heights and/or falling and Eggsy supporting his friend (and later fellow teammates) even though if he left her there it would mean he’d advance through the program. It’s so great! Even Merlin (Mark Strong) is getting tense watching!

23) I get hungry for McDonald’s every time I see this film.

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24) The scene where Harry visits Valentine at his home for a gala which turns into a dinner date (basically) is a very Bond scene. They each have a sense for who the other is but play nice, act civil, make vague threats. I call it “Into The Lion’s Den.” Very 007.

25) This. Fucking. Quote.

Harry (quoting Ernest Hemingway): “There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.”

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I live by this fucking quote.

26) This film has some pretty great humor.

Harry (showing Eggsy how a knife hidden in a boot works): “Now do your very best impersonation of a German aristocrat’s formal greeting.”

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Harry: “No, Eggsy.”

[Harry clicks his heels and a blade pops out of his right shoe]

27) THIS STUPID BULLSHIT WITH THE DOG!!!!

Arthur [the head of Kingsman, handing Eggsy a gun]: “Shoot the dog.”

So the final test to be a Kingsman agent is to shoot a dog who’ve you spent the last few months training and growing attached to and if you shoot the dog you get in.

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And later it turns out the gun was only filled with blanks and Harry says Kingsman only condone the taking of a life when it’s necessary.

(GIF originally posted by @karenmpage)

We only condone the taking of a life when it’s considerate and thought out, but we want to make sure all our agents are mindless coldblooded killers who follow orders without questions because that always works so damn well. You know, because we’re the good guys.

(GIF originally posted by @marshmallow-the-vampire-slayer)

 28) The fucking church scene. 

Originally posted by lewiebaloo

So Harry goes to a hate-group church in America which Valentine has shown an interest in to inspect it, and we hear a little bit of their extremely hateful rhetoric before Harry gets up to leave…

Harry: Would you excuse me?

Female Patron: Where are you going?

Female Patron: Hey! What’s your problem?

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And then Harry gets up to leave and Valentine (who’s in a nearby building) starts a mysterious machine he tests out on the church. What follows is one of the greatest action sequences to grace the screens of cinema:

Content Warning: The below video features hyper-violent, bloody, stylized violence. Watch at your own discretion.

Everything about this scene is perfect. The choice of music feeds directly into the high speed sense of pacing, and the choice to speed up the film just a bit not only supports that same aspect of pacing but also gives the scene the quality of a runaway train. Because that’s what Harry is right now: he’s out of control! He has no ability to make decisions he just lets loose with every hateful whim that pops in his head. But probably the thing that makes this scene work as well as it does is the decision to make it a continuous shot. You cut back to Eggsy, Merlin, and Valentine/Gazelle as they witness this event, but the fight inside of the church itself is a continuous shot (or edited to appear as such). This goes back to my earlier point of how the action of the film plays very much into cause/effect or actions/consequences. You witness every little thing that happens. Harry runs out of bullets? He starts to beat someone with his gun. Someone just tried to stab him? He takes the knife for himself. It is continuous. It flows. And it is just an adrenaline filled scene to watch.

Note: I saw this twice in theaters, the second time with my parents. My mom loves Colin Firth and did not take too kindly to the fact that he murdered a bunch of people. She thought the scene was great, but she didn’t like that they made Colin Firth do that. My mom is very cute sometimes (like when she asked me in Rouge One when Chewbacca was going to show up, knowing full well he didn’t).

29) After the church scene, Valentine shoots Harry point blank in the head and hates how it feels. Gazelle points out that he just killed everyone in that church.

Valentine: “No, no, no, they killed each other.”

That is so fucking important for Valentine’s character. He doesn’t tack responsibility for any of his actions. He doesn’t see himself as the villain. He sees himself as a savior who hasn’t even killed anyone!

30) Note: The scene I’m about to discuss is best experienced without knowing that it’s going to happen. If you want to be surprised by it, skip on to note #31.

So skipping ahead a bit to when Eggsy has infiltrated the enemy base (since all the notes I made during the preceding scenes I’d made already), the way everyone’s head blows up in a scene I call “Pomp & Circumstance” is hysterical.

In contrast to the hyper violent and sometimes too realistic fight in the church, the filmmakers opt to make a more cartoony and artistic violent scene. And if you don’t know it’s coming you laugh so hard when it happens (hence the note above).

31) The song choice of “Give It Up” as Valentine operates his hate machine gives it a similar sense of pacing as “Freebird” did in the church scene. This film really understands that music is it’s friend.

32) This scene seems weirdly empowering towards women.

Swedish Princess (who is captive in Valentine’s base, after Eggsy says he has to save the world before he rescues her): “If you save the world, we can do it in the asshole.”

And in any other movie this would be written off as, “Oh, a guy wrote that line.” But this script was written by a man and a woman, meaning she had to okay it. So…weirdly empowering, right?

I think I should move on.

33) The fight scene between Gazelle and Eggsy may not be the sheer perfection which is the church scene, but it’s a fun watch nonetheless and it uses Gazelle’s blade legs to their advantage.

Originally posted by foxmovies

34) Remember how I said this film’s score incorporates JUST enough 007 in it? Well the little bit of horn we get just before Gazelle dies represents that perfectly. That’s a very James Bond moment.

35)

Valentine [after Eggsy has fatally wounded him]: “Is this the part where you say some really bad pun?”

Eggsy: “It’s like you said to Harry: this ain’t that kind of movie, bruv.”

It kinda is.

36) And we come full circle.

Originally posted by netflixruinedmylifeimagines


Kingsman is spectacular. It’s possibly my favorite spy movie of 2015 (which had Mission Impossible: Rogue Nation, Spy, The Man from UNCLE (sorry @theforceisstronginthegirl), Bridge of Spies, and SPECTRE), definitely one of my favorite action movies ever, and hell it’s one of my favorite films of all time. It is just a fun ride with great style, characters, and acting. A true delight through and through. Go watch it now if you can!

Tales of Miss Fortune (Part 4)

Welp, everybody ready for Ladrien? Also, excuse y lack of talent when it comes to fighting scenes descriptions

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Adrien sighed as he typed away some report. Alright, so they got the best wool from the Vucana sheep, the national animal of Chile. No, Peru. Yeah, the national animal of Peru. Wait… why did he write down about the origin of their wool stocks when he was working on a report about the perfume line? Adrien squinted at his screen, obviously looking for a reason why he was being an idiot when someone cleared their throat. Adrien glanced up, to see Marinette giving him a dotting look, her arms crossed over her chest while she tapped her foot impatiently on the floor. Adrien gulped, making himself small in his chair. One may think he had no reason to be scared of his assistant. Well, those people obviously never met Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Adrien couldn’t even care less she was 30 centimeters shorter than him, she was terrifying. She had a glare that could unleash the apocalypse and he saw her arguing with someone and he was pretty sure that person pissed their pants at the sight of angry Marinette. Also, Adrien saw her running in stilettos without a trouble which only made her more terrifying. Who can run in stilettos without some dark magic going on? So yeah, you could bet your ass Adrien was cowering in fear at the sight of an obviously annoyed Marinette.

“Can… can I help you?” he asked in a small voice, trying to give her his best kitty eyes and somehow soften her.

“All the paperwork you sent to me to forward had mistakes in it. In the last report that is referring to the new shoe collection, you said there should be an increase in cashmere use.”

Adrien opened his mouth to argue, but closed it back just as fast. Honestly, it didn’t seem so far-fetched, given his state lately, but he still had so much to work on. “I’ll be more careful.” he promised only to flinch as Marinette closed the lid of his laptop a little bit too forcefully.

Adrien gulped as she lifted him off the chair by the tie. “Where are we going?” in all honesty, he hoped the answer wasn’t ‘your death’ or something similar. Or… you know, actually, he was going to enough of a young adulthood crisis to enjoy being caressed by the sweet touch of death.

“To the gym.” she said shortly, before dragging him towards the elevator.

Now, you may wonder, why would the headquarters of a fashion empire have a gym. The answer: his father had to be extra™ while working on the plans of the building.They also had a pool, a jacuzzi, and a mini spa.


Well, Marinette was right, exercising did help with stress relief. And stretching his muscles really came as a good distraction from all the work. From both jobs.

“Hey, Adrien.” he turned around to find Marinette leaning against the ropes of the boxing ring. “Wanna spar?”

Adrien considered his options for a second before nodding and joining her in the ring. As the sparing began, he couldn’t help but notice that Marinette was having good moves and defensives stances. She probably had some martial arts training, but Adrien still referred to no go full force on her. She might have training, but he was a part-time superhero. It just didn’t seem fair to go to hard on her when there were criminals that he didn’t go hard on because it wasn’t necessary. He moved fastly, trying to give a blow to her left, but in a blink of an eye, he found himself on his back, staring at the ceiling in surprise. Marinette moved forward blocking his view while her hands were holding his shoulder and neck securely.

Her lips curled in a cocky smirk. “Don’t go easy on me, sir.”

“As you wish.” Adrien declared after a couple of seconds.

Getting back on their feet, they began to spar again.

Marinette had the first round in the bag. It started pretty normally, they both focused more on hand to hand combat. Left, block, upper right, dodge, spin and low blow, move out of the way. Adrien was all too familiar with this dance. But honestly, he wanted to kick himself for making such an amateurish move to leave his feet unprotected. Marinette took advantage of that to knock him over. He was about to try to roll her over, when she secured his hands in an almost painful grip above his head while she was squeezing his hips with her thighs.

(Which he was entirely not enjoying, the same way he wasn’t enjoying her position on his crotch. No, sir, he was entirely professional.)

“I win.” Marinette declared in an almost bored tone, as of kicking his ass was a daily occurrence, very much like washing the dishes.

The second round was his. The fighting had been much more intense and it seemed both him and Marinette weren’t pulling their punches anymore. And he came to the conclusion he won’t ever get Marinette angry. She was ridiculously strong, flexible and had great stamina, given the sparing was going intensely for around fifteen minutes. Adrien had half a mind to suggest her to become a superhero. It was by pure luck, he caught her in a less favorable pose. He managed to get her hands in a lock, pulling her back against him, while he keept her hands seized by his side, his feet moving to block hers from kicking him over. They were both breathing heavily and Adrien took a couple of seconds to enjoy the sweet victory. But just when he was about to declare it, Marinette giggled.

“Are you trying to seduce me so you can win?” she teased in a voice that seemed oddly familiar, obviously referring. “Because two can play that game, sir.”

Adrien tried to keep from gasping as she rolled her backside against him. It just crashed on Adrien that they were in an awfully intimate position, her back to his chest, their limbs tangled together and their breaths still heavy. Adrien let go of her fastly, for the sake of saving whatever appearances were left (for whom… he wasn’t sure).

“That doesn’t work on me. You have no idea what I’ve been through.” he muttered darkly. “Round three!” he shouted without noticing the huge smirk playing on her lips as if she knew exactly what he’s been through.

In all honesty, Adrien had absolutely no idea what the hell happened in round three. But somehow he found himself on top of Marinette, his forearm against her throat, keeping her in place. Their chests were heaving against each other and they could feel the other’s ragged breath on their faces. And there was something in Marinette’s eyes, a fire that he couldn’t quite describe. Not that he had time to linger on it, because Marinette took advantage of his stillness to grab his arm and throw him over her head and right on his back. Fucking hell, she was strong! He didn’t even get a chance to think about what he should do next before he felt a pair of strong thighs wrapping around his head and neck. He felt like choking and it wasn’t because of the lack of air. By all means, if he will die, death by being strangled by Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s wonderfully muscled thighs was a fantastic way to go. But that wasn’t his main problem right now. No, his main problem was caused because of his heightened senses caused by the cat miraculous influence. He could smell things people couldn’t. And in that moment he was smelling arousal. And it smelled so sweet it made his mouth almost water. God, he wanted a taste of it. And just when he seemed to be left without any air, Marinette freed him. Not that it helped too much. Not when he was still laying in between her spread legs, not while her bare abs were glistening with sweat and certainly not when here hair was a wild mess, falling in her eyes as she parted those pink lips of hers. Oh, fuck.

“Are you alright? You look positively starved,” she stated, tilting her head almost innocently. “And you are awfully red.”

Adrien gathered himself and got on his feet as fast as possible, turning away from her. “It is because of the workout!” he argued.

He didn’t notice the way Marinette licked her lips, as if she just got some wonderful juice from which she intended to savor every drop.


Adrien hated himself. And his cat tendencies. No, wait. Tomcat tendencies. God, he couldn’t believe that thing crossed his mind. And towards Marinette! Hell knows what she must think of him. Adrien wanted to scream at the thought of losing his only current friend. She didn’t react badly after the whole incident, not even when they went back to the office. The things seemed as they always were. But something still felt off.

And as if it was magic, an alarm from a store began wheezing just then. Nudging his pocket to wake up Plagg, Adrien slipped in an ally. God, a superhero can’t even go grocery shopping without something happening. Just when he was about to call his transformation, a sweet voice interrupted him.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?”
Adrien’s eyes were close to bugging out of his head at the sight of her jumping in the alley and walking towards him slowly.

“Miss Fortune.” he gasped.

“Oh, “ she put a hand over her heart. “So you know me.”

Adrien knew her personally, but he was sure the rest of Paris knew how she looked too. He began, to retreat slowly, only for his back to hit the wall.

“Lucky thing, “ she walked slowly towards him. “I know who you are too.”

For a second, he felt his blood run cold at the thought of her knowing his secret identity. But these worries were vanquished a second later when she stated. “You are Adrien Agreste. The model. You are even more handsome up close.”

Adrien was flabbergasted when she began running a hand through his hair, playing with it, before she slid her fingers down, caressing his cheek. She sighed dreamily. “Why do I always fall for the beautiful blondes? It is almost like I have a type.”

Huh, handsome blondes? Who was she talking about?

Coming even closer, she leaned against him, playing with the collar of his shirt. “So Adrien, given my kitten is so adamant about not kissing me, what about you? Would you like a taste of sweetness?”

Adrien gulped, as sh leaned closer, tilting her head. And her lips were really tempting, they had always been, so full and pink and he truly wanted a try. But there was a voice in the back of his mind screaming about morals and how kissing criminals wasn’t a superhero’s business. Looking aside, Adrien shook his head. “I’m not kissing thieves.”

“Oh, “ if he wouldn’t know better he could have sworn she sounded disappointed. Adrien noticed her expression dropped, before regaining her flirty demeanor back fastly. “well, if you ever change your mind… “

She kissed her index finger before tapping his nose with it, while leaning in awfully close and staring at him with those startling blue eyes. “… you just have to call my name, and I’ll make sure you won’t need anything else sweet ever again.”

Turning on her heels, she took a few steps with a swing in her hips. “Until then, au revoir pretty little thing.”

And with that, she threw her yoyo up disappearing in the night and leaving a flabbergasted Adrien Agreste against a wall in the alley.

Just throwing it out there, but moments after learning that Dizzee isn’t straight, Shao told him he goes by Shaolin Fantastic because he too doesn’t want people knowing everything about him. Thus implying that he will keep Dizzee’s secret the way he keeps his own.

Then, in a moment of anger, fear, and frustration, Shao tells Zeke (who was in the middle of breaking off their friendship) his real name. The very name he has always kept secret.

Okay. That’s all.

Devil’s Night

Originally posted by homicidal---queen

Pairing: James Patrick March x Reader 

Summary: Reader attends her first Devil’s Night at the Hotel Cortez with James. James loves the reader in more ways than one. He could never even think of killing her. And so god help anyone that laid a hand on her in a disrespectful way. They never really discussed their status, but they both knew where they stood with their feelings, and that was enough for them to go off of. When the reader gets overwhelmed by her first Devil’s Night, James takes the time away from his guests to comfort her and make sure she is alright. 

Warnings: language (i think. not too sure how much), obviously some creepy murderer stuff. its AHS for crying out loud, mentions of blood, mentions of anxiety. 


It was Devil’s Night at the Hotel Cortez. I didn’t know much about it except that James hosts a dinner the same night every year. 

I know who James is, and I know he’s a ghost. So it shouldn’t have been any surprise to me that his guest were ghosts of past murderers. However, it did. 

James had been taking care of me for quite some time now. And by that I mean he makes sure I have what I need. I never really understood why, or how for that matter, considering he was a ghost. I always just pushed that thought back. I always had a hard time trying to get things to work in my favor. Now that I have James, things are so much easier, and I couldn’t be more thankful. 

James, for some reason, was completely infatuated with me. He was overprotective, caring, loving. It’s hard to believe that all those emotions can come from the world’s greatest serial killer that ever lived. But it was true. He never wanted any harm to come to me. I was the only living thing he never allowed himself to kill. And he’d kill anyone who laid a finger on me. 

I guess I liked James too. And not because I thought I should. He was very handsome, needless to say. And he treats me like a queen, which is more than any other guy has ever done. And I’ll admit that we have indulged in certain… activities. The sex was fantastic, even for a ghost. My only wish is that we’d be able to leave the hotel; be a normal couple. But James wasn’t normal. And I guess now, neither was I. Despite him being a ghost, I was very content with the way things were.  

However, Devil’s Night turned out to be a different story. It unsettled me. I should have figured all of James’s guests would be ghosts, but I was still shocked when I entered the room. 

I walked into James’s hotel room as I was told. I was wearing a long, navy blue gown that had a sweetheart neckline and showed off my cleavage. I saw a woman first. Aileen Wuarnos, to be exact. She was dancing with a man that looked like Richard Ramirez. There was a man with glasses, sitting awkwardly at the table next to man dressed like the zodiac killer. I quickly recognized the man in glasses as Jeffery Dahmer. Walking out of the bathroom I recognized John Wayne Gacy, and over by the window was detective John Lowe. I had met him last year, and was devastated when I learned he had died. 

It came as a shock to me to realize these were the ghosts of the world’s greatest serial killers. It overwhelmed me a bit. I knew James wouldn’t let anything happen to me, but the idea of being in a room full of mass murderers is what unsettled me. So I walked over to John Lowe, because he was the only one I knew, and the only one I trusted. 

“(y/n)!” He said when he noticed me. “James mentioned you would be coming!” He hugged me awkwardly as he spoke. 

“Yeah,” I breathed out nervously. “I wasn’t sure what this was when he told me, but I thought I’d give it a go. And now that I am here, I am genuinely shocked.” 

“Why’s that?” 

“Well, this room is filled with serial killers. I mean, I should have guessed that knowing James, but actually seeing them all together is one room…” 

“Don’t worry,” he said. “James is very fond of you. He’s told everyone what would happen if they tried to pull anything. I can’t guarantee that they will actually listen. They aren’t ones to follow the rules, obviously. But you’re safe with me until he gets here.” 

“Thanks, John,” I smiled. 

“Well, who is this pretty lady,” Richard said, approaching me and John. 

“That’s March’s new lady friend,” Aileen said. “Not anything I expected. You’re nothing special. I wonder why he’s so smitten with you.” 

“Believe me. I’ve been asking myself that for a long ass time,” I said back, trying to sound light so she wouldn’t kill me. 

“Look at you. You think your a little smart ass, dontchya?” John Wayne Gacy said. 

“What? No… I just…” 

Everyone started to crowd around me and I felt John push me behind him protectively. “Back off. Do you remember what the consequences are if you touch her?” 

“Oh, c’mon! We’re just trying to introduce ourselves,” Aileen said. 

“Enough!” James’s voice boomed across the room. “Seem’s like Mr. Lowe is the only one who took what I said into consideration. Thank you, John, but I can take over from here.” 

And just like that, I found myself breaking free of the mob and fleeing to James, who welcomed me with open arms. I think I took him a bit by surprise when I embraced him in a total bear hug, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head on his chest. I felt him let out a sigh of contentment as he requited my actions. He kissed my temple and asked, “Are you alright, dear?” 

“Yeah. I’m fine,” I responded as I pulled away. I looked up at his face. His brown eyes looked down upon me with love and concern. I gave him a reassuring smile. 

“Good,” he responded and kissed me lips chastely. “This is (y/n),” he said, turning me around, but keeping one arm around my shoulders. “She is my guest of honor and she is to be given the same respect as you would give me. She is also mine. If I see any one of you try to do anything to her… well, I’ve already explained what would happen.” 

James lead me to my seat. I was sat between him and John Lowe, probably because I’d be safest between the two. Ms. Evers began to serve us our meal. James kept his left hand on my knee. I found it comforting considering the circumstances. James made a toast and everyone began to eat. Jeffery complained about the meal, and I was pretty sure why. The voices around me eventually turned into noises underwater, so I was a bit confused when I saw Ms. Evers present Jeffery with a man. Then it clicked. I knew what was going happen, and I knew that Jeffery would play with his food for a good hour before he did anything, but I really didn’t feel like witnessing a murder so I just nonchalantly pulled my phone out from my clutch and started to scroll my instagram. 

James noticed my distraction and he gave my knee a reassuring squeeze. I knew he wanted me to socialize. But how? They all literally tried to corner me a half hour ago. But I did as James wished and put my phone away. I lasted maybe forty five minutes after that. I began to feel sick to my stomach. Watching Jeffery turn this man into a lobotomized vegetable made me uneasy. I assumed James thought I was ignoring it, but how could I? I felt my breathing hitch. No, not now. Now is not a time for a god damn anxiety attack. I tried to be smooth about taking deeper breaths, but James finally noticed something was off. 

“Is everything alright, darling,” he asked as he brushed a piece of hair behind my ear. 

“Yeah, the wine is just a little strong,” I lied. 

“You were very engrossed in your cellular device earlier,” he mentioned. 

“Oh, yeah. Sorry. It’s just that my favorite band is on tour and I’m waiting for them to announce the dates for North America. I’ve seen them on every tour they’ve had so, as a dedicated fangirl, I’m super excited about going again.” God damn, that was terrible. 

“Would you like me to pretend that I understood everything you just said,” he said in a light tone, a small smirk on his face. 

I chuckled. “Sure, and I can explain it later.” 

James smiled and kissed my head. I tried to finish my salad. Jeffery was now finding an easy way to harvest the man while he was still alive, and everyone was conversing with each other like it was normal. I felt eyes on me constantly. Eventually I couldn’t take it any longer. I was going to be sick. 

“Excuse me,” I said, standing up. “I need to use the little girl’s room.” With that, I made my way to the en suite bathroom. I was thankful it was an en suite, that way nobody could see me come in or out. I sat on the floor, the skirt of my dress draping over my legs, and just hovered over the toilet. But nothing happened. Just as it always does. My anxiety racks up enough to the point where I feel sick, but as soon as I am fully prepared for the contents of my stomach to resurface, its gone. 

Sometimes I get so wrapped up in the moment that I forget all the coping mechanisms I’ve learned over the years. Once I realized what was happening, I just sat with my back against the wall, trying to steady my breathing. About ten minutes later, James walks in and finds me on the floor. 

“Sweetheart…” he said, kneeling down next to me. 

“I’m fine,” I said, my voice quiet. I stared in front of me at the bathroom sink. The bathroom was dimly lit from the light of the bedroom. I could just make out the shadows on James’s face when he turned my head to look at him. 

“What’s wrong? Was it the food?” 

“No, no. The food was great. I just… I had a decent idea of what I would be walking into tonight, but seeing all of them together in one room was a bit overwhelming. And Jeffery… its bad enough he’s a cannibalistic serial killer… but he’s legitimately playing with his food. That’s just fucking weird.” 

James sighed. “I’m sorry. This is my fault. I should have talked to you about it before just inviting you-” 

“No, don’t be. Honestly, it’s fine. It’s just my anxiety psyching me out. I know you wouldn’t let them hurt me.” I said the last word and then let my head fall back and rest on the wall. 

“You look exhausted. I guess anxiety and serial killers don’t mix very well. I will keep that in mind for next year,” he said. I gave him a small smile. “Well, the night is almost over so why don’t you get into something more comfortable and get into bed. Mr. Lowe will be here a bit after everyone leaves, but as soon as he and I are finished, I will be into bed with you.” 

I nodded. “John I can handle. He’s the only one I trust out of all those wackadoodles.” 

“You do realize that I am, essentially, one of those ‘wackadoodles’?” 

I smiled and said, “Yes, but you are my favorite wackadoodle.” 

James couldn’t help but smile. “This is one of the many reasons I love you.” I smiled back. “Alright, dear. Go on and get ready for bed,” he said after helping me up. “And I will see you in a few minutes.” 

I nodded and he gave me a quick kiss before getting back to his guests. 

About twenty minutes later, James came back into the room. He had already undressed and was wearing a plain white shirt and boxers. I was scrolling on my phone when he crawled into bed with me. He laid next me and watched as I stared at my phone. I locked it, and looked over it at him. 

“I’m sorry you didn’t get to finish the night,” he said. 

“Did you enjoy yourself though?” 

“I did. Especially when you were by my side.” 

“Well, if you had a good time, then that is all that matters. It was your night.” 

James smiled at me. My phone lit up and it was the notification I had been waiting for. 

“Fucking finally,” I murmured to myself. 

“You have had a mouth on you tonight, dear,” James mentioned, a bit of disappointment in his voice. He never liked it when I swore. 

“I’m sorry. I’m just excited.” 

“Is that the announcement you were waiting for?” 

“Yes it is.” 

“Explain to me what a ‘tour’ and a ‘fangirl’ are.” 

“So, a tour is when an band or artist or comedian travels to different cities and does a performance at different venues. It’s like another term for travel but mostly for the music industry. A fangirl is a person, usually female, that freaks out and screams and squeals about their favorite celebrity or band. I am, essentially a fangirl, just on a lesser scale ‘cause I really only scream and squeal at concerts.” 

“And you have been to every tour of this band you want to go see?” 

“Yup. I know every word to every song they’ve ever released. Even ones that weren’t released in the United States,” I said with a small laugh. 

“Wow. That really is dedication.” James sighed. “I wish I could go with you.” 

“Awe, I know, baby. I’m sure there will be a live stream of it though. That’s when someone records the the show on camera and broadcasts it live through the internet. I’m sure Liz wouldn’t mind showing you how to set it up so you could watch it while I’m there.” 

“That would be an interesting experience.” James looked at me fondly. “You seem better than earlier. Did the anxiety subside?” 

“A little bit. It’s still lingering ‘cause I’m talking your ear off, but ya know.” I said and shrugged my shoulders. 

James pulled me into his body and said, “You could never talk my ear off, sweetheart. I’d listen to you all day long if I could.” 

I nuzzled close to him, feeling comforted by his embrace. “I love you, James.” 

“I love you, too, (y/n).” He kissed the top of my head. “You’re still trembling a little bit. Try your best to relax and fall asleep. I’m not going anywhere.” 

I hummed a response and took in a deep breath, his scent filling my nose. I sank into his hold and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.