Hiroko Katsuki is good mom. Hiroko Katsuki is best mom.
But let’s talk about Toshiya for a second?
Let’s talk about Toshiya Katsuki who never told his son that it’s not okay to cry.
Toshiya Katsuki, who is literally never not smiling, even though life can’t be easy for the patriarch of a family who owns an inn in a rapidly-declining tourist town.
Toshiya Katsuki, who gets silly drunk and draws a face on his belly and makes his wife giggle like a schoolgirl.
I think there was a point in Toshiya’s life when he realized that neither of his children were going to follow their prescribed roles–Yuuri was not going to take over the inn after his parents got old, and Mari was not going to get married and have children–and indeed that they were switching those roles completely around. Mari is a pragmatist, and good with her hands. She wants to live as quiet and comfortable a life as possible. Yuuri is a romantic. He spends his days with music following him everywhere he goes–with a song in his head and his heart on his sleeve and sometimes that heart breaks.
There was a point in Toshiya’s life when he was faced with his son weeping, just completely losing it over something seemingly inconsequential, and he sat down and held him and told him it was all going to be alright. No bootstrapping, no belittling. Just love.
There was a point in Toshiya’s life when he was faced with his daughter, stoney-faced and stiff upper lipped. Hurting so much that he could feel it in his own bones, but unwilling to show it. And Toshiya sat with her all night and waited to see if she would talk about it. He didn’t force her to talk about it, or tell her to go talk to her mother. He waited.
There is a time in Toshiya’s life when he meets a young man who loves his son so much that it is almost visible. A young man he has practically watched grow up, through television screens and on the pages of magazines. A young man he welcomes into his family as easy as taking a breath because Yuuri loves him, and because he needs a family.
And when that young man comes to him and says How, please, tell me how I show him that he’s everything, Toshiya can only tell him to keep doing what he’s doing. Because Yuuri is a romantic.
There comes a time in Toshiya Katsuki’s life when he is sending his son to Russia, to live with the man he now calls his fiance, and he thinks of the baby he held, and the toddler whose bruises he kissed, and the boy whose heart he saw broken time and time again. And he looks at the man in front of him and knows that his son’s heart is safe.
“I won’t say be careful with him,” Toshiya says to Viktor then. “Because I know you will. So I’ll say…you have my blessing. For whatever comes next. And always remember that you have a home here, in Japan. Both of you.”
And Viktor? Viktor is somewhere in the middle of Yuuri and Mari. He is both emotional and cold at intervals. But Toshiya is confident that he has the tools to be a good father to him, too.
translated by @maksisskambackwards and @linneaxskam and me :) we’re gonna space out each interview so it’s a bit easier to read (and work with) first up we have ULRIKKE! (important to note: she walked in leading the girls and took her shoes off to start the night)
Host: I think we´ll have a little chat with Vilde, or Ulrikke. Who would you like to be tonight?
Ulrikke: I am Ulrikke, generally.
Host: It is easy for me to forget that, because I´m so used to seeing you as Ulrikke.
Host: Sorry, Ulrikke.
Host: We have 100 questions both for Vilde and Ulrikke. And I´m thinking we will begin with you picking three of these. (pictures of actors on popsicle sticks.) Fuck marry kill. (Explains the rules).
Ulrikke: Marry (holds up Noora)
Host: Why Noora?
Ulrikke: Why? It’s mostly because of Josefine, since I’m so fond of Josefine. Intercourse (shows Elias).
Host: You call it the classy word intercourse?
Ulrikke: Yes, intimacy, yes. And that’s because Simo is so incredibly charming. And then it’s kill (shows William) because I’ve never really had any high thoughts about William.
Summary: You always knew life with the Winchesters was crazy. But when Sam brings back home a three-year-old Dean, you begin to question your own sanity…
Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester
Word count: 2163
Warnings: Some language. Fluff and crack. Crack and fluff. Mentions of sex because Dean’s a cheeky bastard. That’s all I think.
Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @trexrambling and @wheresthekillswitch “Crack Challenge”. Ladies, thank you so much for letting me participate, this has been one very interesting ride.
Special thank you to my amazing twin @ravengirl94 for coming up with a very important (and hilarious) detail about this. And for putting up with my whiny self. She’s a hero, really.
Now, my prompt for this was “I’ll give you three seconds to stop doing that” and is included in bold in the text below. Honestly, this is my first time doing something like this but I think I like what I’ve got.
Without further ado. Enjoy <3
You hated the
hated it, ever since you were a kid, but now, after you’ve spent years of your
life filled with noise and cries and laughter, filled with arguments and
bickering about whose turn it was to go for a supply run, or short, angry
snarls and whispered promises in a dark room when it was
just you and Dean, that absence of sound, of speech, made everything worse.
You stared at the
clock on the wall and bit on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
wrong. You could feel it. You didn’t know how, or why –the details weren’t
important anyway. What really mattered was that Dean hadn’t called since that
morning and that sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach that just wouldn’t go away.
Maybe you should
The sound of the
bunker’s door being opened then closed interrupted your thoughts and, before you knew it, you were practically running
towards the library, eyes wide and senses alert, until your leg gave
out and you stumbled into the doorframe, muttering expletives under your breath.
“Hi there, Y/N.”
Sam greeted you with an amused smile. “I’m glad you’re so happy to see me.”
“Oh, shut up. I was worried. How did the hunt go? Why didn’t you call? Are you injured?
youngest Winchester chuckled, all delight and waggishness, “one question
at a time, champ.”
eyes, you raised an eyebrow in suspicion; despite his playfulness and confident
swagger, you could see the way his smile seemed a bit too forced and his
forehead puckered just a tiny little
“Where is Dean?”
“Um,” he started,
rocking back and forth on his heels, “about that.”
“Sam.” you tried
again, a bit more forceful. “Where is
And then, right before
he could actually reply, a little kid
with blonde hair and green eyes gripped on Sam’s leg and swam into view,
wearing what was supposed to be one of Dean’s shirts and, oh, God, this was not happening.
[D.O.] is a main vocal of the well-acclaimed performance group EXO, and has gained popularity for his calm air. We went to Seoul to hear more, starting with his first romantic comedy.
Afternoon in Seoul in a studio by the Han River - he entered quietly and appeared suddenly at the corner I was sitting in, waiting for him.
“Konichiwa.” I rose and greeted thoughtlessly in Japanese, caught off guard. He bowed with an honest smile, replying with “konichiwa.”
Gray jacket and sneakers. Pale skin and thin, silver-framed glasses. The outfit made D.O. seem like an unassuming college freshman more than a celebrity.
He has been balancing acting with EXO’s activities for three years. In South Korea, where it takes time to be recognized as an actor, he stands out from even within EXO for featuring in projects alongside movie stars like Ha Jungwoo and Shin Hakyun.
South Korean artists often make their actor debut in school-life dramas, but in D.O.’s case, he’s left strong impressions acting as an alter ego (IOIL) and as a psychopath (IRY). Even his film debut (Cart) was a social critique of the treatment of precarious workers, where his character’s mother led labor strikes.
“Maybe because I go by my birth name for acting, apparently some who’ve seen me in a drama or movie are surprised to learn ‘that guy is in EXO.’ But to me, there’s no such distinction between singing and dancing as EXO or acting for a drama or movie. It feels natural to change for each circumstance. All I think about when choosing a role is if I want to try being him.”
His first romantic comedy, the webdrama Be Positive which released last fall, is a social phenomenon with over thirty million views.
“Hwandong dreams of becoming a movie director. He’s bright and restless, completely different from any other role I’d had, so he was novel. […] A lot like Hwandong, I try to be positive about everything. But I don’t seem to have the energy to start dancing on the streets (laughs). I don’t really like spicy food either. Ochazuke, kasuzuke! Even in Korea, I often visit Japanese restaurants. (When someone who works at SME) asks if I didn’t go to one just yesterday, I can’t lie about eating sushi again (wry smile).”
I’m sorry… but I will never understand how Zutara is deemedunhealthy, dark, and abusive. I refuse to believe that relationship would’ve been anything other than wholly understanding and loving - and I’ll show you why… with pictures.
At the end of season two and the beginning of season three, we see Zuko struggling with his view of right and wrong. He’s betrayed his uncle, he’s going home, he’s struggling with a whirlwind of emotion and when given the opportunity to open up, by a girl who’s known him his entire life, he readily takes it.
Mai: Aren’t you cold? Zuko: I’ve got a lot of my mind. It’s been so long… over three years since I was home. I wonder what’s changed. I wonder how I’ve changed.
In any functioning, healthy relationship, you would expect this flood of feelings and thoughts to met with sympathy or input or at the very least… a hand on the shoulder and a comforting hug. Instead, Zuko is basically told to shut up, to put up, to push the feelings away because they aren’t important enough to be bothered with.
Now, you might come at me and say well, Mai really didn’t ask. She just wanted to know if he was cold and that’s fine. I give you this:
Under Ba Sing Se, Zuko interacts with Katara in a calm environment. This is the first time they are together and not fighting and they have a chance to talk. Katara, obviously, takes the opportunity to rant and rage about how terrible Zuko is and he quietly sits there and takes it. He only protests, peacefully stating that she knows nothing about him, when she’s finished her wild stream of thoughts, to which Katara responds as such:
Katara: I don’t? How dare you! You have no idea what this war has put me through. Me personally! The Fire Nation took my mother away from me. Zuko, sympathetically: I’m sorry. That’s something we have in common.
Now, Zuko could’ve simply said I’m sorry. He could’ve stopped there. But he slips and lets a bit of information about his past hang in the air. In turn, this angry, hurt waterbender - who is raw and emotional after opening up to the enemy - could’ve easily told him to shut up. She would have every right to. He’s hurt her. He’s scared her and chased her all over the world.
But she doesn’t. She’s known him for five minutes, but she quickly turns around and let’s Zuko open up about his life, his scar, the things that bother him. And then she offers to fix one of the things that weighs him down!!!
And these are quiet, peaceful moments between these pairs. There’s no fighting or drama. If you really want to see how these relationships function, let’s look at periods when both parties are upset with the other.
For example, let’s assess two intense interactions between Mai and Zuko in the Boiling Rock and then, Katara and Zuko in the Southern Raiders.
In the Boiling Rock, Mai is angry with Zuko for leaving the Fire Nation, essentially dumping her in the process, and only explaining his motivations and plans through a letter. Now, I get why she says she deserved a face-to-face conversation, but why does she think she deserves one? She shut him down when he last expressed his conflicting decisions, so why does she think he would even feel comfortable explaining his choice to commit treason?
And look at his body language - they’re together again and there is a chance for her to let him express himself in the way she wants, but she’s belittled him. He’s made to feel small and worthless by someone he thought he could trust (hmmm sound familiar *cough* Ozai *cough*). Then that’s it. She decides whatever he’s said is enough and she’s through and she throws the letter at him, promptly storming out.
Then we have the Southern Raiders… Katara feeling the bitter sting of Zuko’s betrayal in Ba Sing Se is given a chance to get an explanation from him.
First of all, Zuko seeks her out. It’s obvious she’s pissed, but they are facing each other, having an eye-level conversation, and Zuko’s expression holds remorse and an earnest drive to fix the problem. Even in the intense, heated moment, Katara shows him a certain amount of respect. She takes him head on. She doesn’t belittle or negate him. She gives valid reasons why she’s upset and he listens and tries to fix it.
In a way, he does fix it - the best he can. Katara is heartbroken (much more than Mai is) and she let’s him take her on this journey with an unknown ending and trusts him with her decision - whatever it is. He doesn’t pressure her, he doesn’t push his thoughts or feelings on her. He let’s her be… until Katara decides she’s through and she forgives him. SHE FORGIVES HIM. She forgives the face of the enemy, the son of the man that terrorized her home, the countryman of the person who killed her mother. She forgives him and it’s like this fucking weight lifts off both of them.
Sure… you can come at me and say Oh, well Mai saved Zuko at the Boiling Rock… Okay fine, I’ll give you that. It didn’t change anything between them. She came right back at the end of the series and threatened him again. Is she still so incapable of understanding his motivations? Can she not see what his decision brought about? Look around you, Mai! Zuko sacrificed everything and, in turn, saved the world.He wasn’t purposefully being hurtful and vindictive. He wasn’t trying to disappoint you. He was trying to bring about a better future and he fucking succeeded.
And I just want to post that image side-by-side with the image of Katara kneeling over him post-lightning scene. Katara watches Zuko - the future Fire Lord, the world’s last chance for a decent ruler in the Fire Nation - throw his life by the way side in favor of hers. He literally tossed aside everything they’d worked for and hoped for - he almost gave it all up to save her life.
Mai - who’s relationship was sacrificed for the greater good - threatens Zuko. Katara - who’s last year has been spent training and building up to this final battle - doesn’t. She understands him. She gets him. She’s grateful for him.
From their very first, real interaction, Katara gets Zuko. She takes the time to learn about him and he takes the time to learn about her. It’s healthy. It’s conducive. And even if you don’t think it’s romantic, it’s certainly some next level friend shit.
If anything, it’s the first relationship shown here that’s unhealthy.
The Malec flashback that we shall see, probably in episode 215 that’s called “A Problem of Memory” - I actually HOPE it’ll be an S1 flashback to episode 106, I want to see Alec waking up in Magnus’ apartment with Magnus just lying next to him, looking all ♥_♥. I want this scene to be soft and sweet - before Alec rushes off home, of course. Why?
For one very simple reason: I want to see WHY Magnus fell for Alec so hard that he pursued him despite rejection. I want to see WHAT Magnus saw in Alec that made him think, “This man, that’s him, the love I’ve been waiting for my whole life.” Because Magnus’ tenacity didn’t make much sense to me in S1, considering how closed off Alec was towards him.
So, sure, them boinking would be fun. But not all that important for character building. But this? The cornerstone of their relationship? That’s what I REALLY want to see.
Request: Hello! :) I’m a sucker for angst so I was wondering if you can do one
based on the song Lips of An Angel? Like maybe the reader and Jeff broke up
then months later they decided to get back into dating someone through dollar
valentines? They’re dating someone new but both is secretly still in love with
the other without them knowing? And both regrets or smth. Fluff or angst ending
you decide hehehe –K
Summary: The italicized letters mean that the scene described is a flashback..
The music was too
loud, possibly heard in the next few blocks. The party was at its point and i
was dancing in the middle of the room, shaking my hair and a red glass at the
top of beer in my hand. I wasn’t worried that i would shed a considerable
amount of liquid in every movement, but who cared? Everyone here was drunk
enough to need my drink. Tomorrow I would regret this, especially for the
hangover but I would take care of that in due time.
I stopped for a few
seconds to drink the little content I had, I didn’t used to go to parties, but
when I did, I knew perfectly how to have fun. I usually came with my boyfriend,
but lately he’s committed to his qualifications after receiving an ultimatum
from his trainer, who had missed this one. I could have been a good girlfriend
and stay home an assistant, but the reality was, i wasn’t better than he at
school, and this party was important so that we both lost it. For the moment, I
received no threats to drive me out of the cheerleading squad, so I don’t worry
about staying home and studying, not on a Friday night. No doubt, I was already
drunk. Jeff wasn’t going to love this.
“You move very
I turned with a big
smile on my way to the voice behind my back. A boy, who was supposed to know
because his face was too familiar, perhaps sharing a class or two, it didn’t
matter, it wasn’t the time to think about the institute, or tasks or anything
After seeing that boy at the party, there is no
record of anything else, until a few hours after Jessica was in charge of
giving me a good reprimand, regret that she hadn’t had a portal like a saint
during the celebration, although At least she did it with her boyfriend. That
boy, he wasn’t my boyfriend. My boyfriend had stayed at home among books, while
I was making one of my worst mistakes in my life, and there was no day until
today that I regretted every action that night.
I balanced my phone in
the dark of my room. There is no record of having brought me a house where I
wasn’t very well received, now carried a good punishment, and not for attending
the party, but for the painful state in which I came. At least I’m not drunk
anymore. But i repent and be destroyed. I look with tears in my eyes at the
screen of my cell, the name of Jeff is there and just press the icon to call to
end this. How could it have happened? How could I have made him the best boy he
has ever known? Why did I even attend that party … without him? I cover my
face with my hands and sob. There were many people who realized what happened.
On Monday someone would tell Jeff, and i knew he had to know for me. He was
going to send me to the devil, perhaps in such a kind way that it will make me
feel worse. At no time in our long relationship has he manifested with me in a
bad way, I have never had the voice, no matter how angry I was for the madness
that I sometimes made, it was more than madness and even then I knew him well
enough. Who will not even dare to tell me the word “bitch” to think
about it, is another matter that I would never know.
I bit my lip hard. It
was three o'clock in the morning, possibly I would be asleep. Later we were
going to the movies and then to dinner, but I couldn’t look him in the eyes, I
couldn’t go out with him, not after what I did. I always knew Jeff was the good
of the two … and I didn’t deserve him. He didn’t deserve someone like me.
Finally I pressed the
call button and while I waited for him to answer, I worked on reassurance.
“Y/N? Is everything
okay? "His voice sounded sleepy but alert. Who would call in the wee hours
of the night unless it was an emergency?
I closed my eyes,
letting more tears drain away.
“Where are you?
Did something happen to you?” I heard the squeak of his bed. Possibly sat
or got up. I imagined him taking his jacket. He was able to drive to my house
right now. A pang pierced my chest and I felt worse.
“Then why are you
calling me at this hour?” Another squeak. He sat down again.
“I …” I
covered my mouth at the threat of another sob “I … I have to tell you
It took a few seconds
me, I can go to your house right now, just leave the window open”
I smiled through
tears. It wouldn’t be the first time he would sneak into my room, possibly his
most rebellious act, but only when my sadness and worry wouldn’t let me sleep,
he would come in, we would lay on my bed and caress my arm while telling me
some anecdote . He wouldn’t leave until I fell asleep, when I woke up I found a
note, either on paper or on my phone. My smile was blurred again.
Jeff.” I couldn’t see him. “I did something very bad.” And I
burst into tears. I couldn’t tell him, I couldn’t even want to break his heart,
but neither did he deserve to stay with me, nor could I pretend that nothing
had happened. I didn’t want to lose him, but that decision no longer belonged
to me. He waited in silence “I can’t tell you what, but … I can let you
“What are you
“Jeff …” I
closed my eyes to say the following words: “I’m breaking up with you. You
and I … we’re done”
And I hung up, not
giving time to his questions or his talks trying to blame himself for my
decision so hurried. But it wasn’t his, it was mine. I couldn’t break his
heart, not with the truth, but with the call, i knew that i had already done
so. I dropped my phone and ran to my window to close it securely and run the
curtains enough not to see a shadow. I would give him at least fifteen minutes
for him to play in this one, i only had fifteen minutes to fall asleep or
torment me with the nonstop touches Jeff would make.
A slap on my shoulder startled me back to the
present. Liberty High at the time of changing classes and crowded aisles. I had
been five minutes in front of one of the posters that announced the Dollar’s
Valentine while remembering that soon it would be the dance, the first one that
would go without a partner … Without my boyfriend. It had been two months
since I ended my relationship with Jeff Atkins because of my actions and not
being able to control myself with the drink. A few days later, he had learned
the truth, what i had done, and finally he understood why my call at three in
the morning. At present hardly and looked at me. We practically passed the
other without talking to each other, not smiling at us and not looking at us,
at least he didn’t, I would usually stop in the middle of the aisle and turn to
see him leave, with the slight hope that he would return to do the same, But he
never did and that hurt me a little more, just as guilt was growing.
I looked at Jessica who smiled at me and looked
at the poster that had brought me a bad memory.
“Will you come in?” She asked.
“To our own campaign? Would that be fair?
"I said in a muffled tone. The truth is that I didn’t want to find a list
with future ideal couples. It’s to the benefit of our squad, but I was afraid
to see five names and that none outside of Jeff, though that would not change
"It would serve to set the example.”
Jess smiled again. She knew my situation perfectly and didn’t waste a day
trying to cheer me up.
“Will you come in?”
She snorted and rolled her eyes.
“You know I don’t need it”
Of course, she had a perfect relationship with
her boyfriend Justin Foley.
“We’d better go,” I murmured, and
without waiting for her, I began to walk. It remained in her if she followed me
or took a different course.
After that awful slide that caused me the loss
of someone important in my life, one of the best things that could happen to
me, I decided to commit myself to raise my grades in high school. At home, they
thought, having finished with my boyfriend had raised my notes, which was why
Jeff had been classified as a distraction. Usually after school I went to the
classroom to finish my homework or catch up with notes from a classmate; I was
also motivated by the fact that I could observe Jeff in the distance, even
working with Clay Jensen.
I left my things on a table far enough away
from that pair and went to one of the shelves, I needed to get a history book
that was worth it to do a rehearsal. I stopped to examine the titles in front
of me, but in fact, I didn’t read them because I had a perfect panorama of the
profile of my now ex-boyfriend. I couldn’t help it. Having done so because of
my mistakes didn’t mean I didn’t love him anymore. Instead, every day, every
second of my life, my love for him grew; When I saw his smile, when I saw him
playing, or when I peered at him from my desk and I saw his reactions relieved
when they gave him a task and the qualification was high. That’s my boy,
committed and mending his mistakes instead of running away and hiding. He was
the opposite of me. Besides, i wouldn’t find someone like him and wasn’t
interested in doing that search. I only wanted him, even though now it was
I had it all with Jeff Atkins and my
foolishness made me lose it. I should never have gone to that damn party. I
should have driven in the opposite direction, direct to his house and help him
in his work.
I felt my eyes fill with tears as I returned to
the present. I took a book without bothering to read the title or not, the
truth is that I had lost interest in doing homework on this site, I would take
care of it at home. I looked at Jeff one last time to find that he held a paper
in his hands. I narrowed my eyes at the decorations of the same one, the same
ones that I had suggested when we were preparing the Dollar’s Valentine. Was he
entering the game? I felt my heart break and however much I wanted to claim
him, I had no right. He had moved on, just what I wanted, maybe find a girl
much better than me. At least I thought, but my body took on a life of its own,
went to the table, took her backpack and folder and left the classroom directly
to the reception. I would buy my Dollar’s Valentine too.
I lost five dollars for five names. Jeff Atkins
and I had few things in common, but at least enough to have him on my list and
I show up in his. I filled out the form as fast as I could but being honest and
deposited the money in front of my partner who smiled. Yes, I supported our
campaign, but those had been my last five dollars to survive on the week. When
I was handed the sheet, I doubted those results, four names I knew, one not
really, but what puzzled me was that nowhere was the name of Jeff. This was
really wrong, what kind of deception are we promoting?
She looked up at me with a smile. She was
hoping to tell her the names that had been my list.
“From cheerleader to cheerleader. Did Jeff
Atkins come by or did you give him his list?”
She laughed and shook her head. Yes, it seemed
the typical ex who didn’t exceed the boy, and it was true, but if his name didn’t
appear and I was honest in my answers, I even knew what he would answer, then
it was possible that I imagined it with that sheet. No, my imagination had not
been, I was sure.
“Jeff?” She mocked “No, not at
all, and I doubt he does. You should know that, Y/N”
“I know. I just … I don’t know …
"I looked at my sheet. Five dollars in the trash, I would run out of food
to try something.
"Then you did it for him?”
I folded my sheet in half, it would look bad if
I wrinkled it in front of her. This was our idea, which bad example would be
giving, everyone would take it as it was a simple crap.
“I’ll see you at the dance”
I left the office and school as a soul that
leads to the devil.
Dave held out his hand to me as he kindly
opened the door to his car. I managed not to step on the dress with my favorite
color that I had decided to wear at the Valentine’s Ball. I still questioned
why i had agreed to come and especially with a date, product of the absurd list
of Dollar’s Valentine that in the end had decided to take the floor, After all,
if the boy was in the five chosen, then we had to have something in common,
although the way here was absolutely silent, or it was my lack of motivation to
try to move forward. I looked at the sidetracked boy as we walked to the
entrance of the auditorium, he wasn’t even half of handsome that Jeff, in fact,
what I thought, is that he didn’t get to the heels of my boy … my not boy.
I tried to put on my best smile as we walked
through the doors. My arm recharged in Dave’s, how much falsehood in one scene.
I had also turned out on the guy’s list, incredibly first, instead, on mine,
turned out to be the third. I didn’t want to take the first one because it was
one of my friends, it would only make it more uncomfortable. So I took the
stranger, whom I probably decide to ignore after tonight.
“Do you want something to drink?” His
voice caught my attention and I watched him blink. I hoped he hadn’t found me
looking all over the place for that smile that fascinated me.
“Sure.” I replied with a smile.
Dave left and I sighed in relief, why didn’t I
just decide to come myself? Why didn’t I just throw the list in the trash and
get on with my life without five dollars less in my wallet? What’s more, why
did I even come to a party full of lovers? For him? What if he didn’t come?
What if he came with someone else? It made a knot in my stomach, as if I had
not eaten all day and I moved from the place, forgetting for a few seconds,
that my partner would look for me at any moment, but I had had enough of Dave,
I hadn’t even attracted a bit.
I moved near the door, hiding behind balloons,
I hadn’t seen him in the gym, so he may not have arrived. I remained there for
at least ten minutes, until he appeared, with a girl hanging from his arm; A
smiling blonde, as if she had waited for that opportunity all her life. And I
recognized her, oh, of course I knew her; She is in my algebra class and I was
also aware of the taste she had for who was my boyfriend, that was the main
reason why she hated me or why she snorted and rolled her eyes every time I
entered the classroom, Yes I’m still
breathing, fool. And I felt doubly hurt. Jeff knew I couldn’t stand her
either, the product of my jealousy, and had brought her to the dance, wanted to
prove something? Did he imagine that I would introduce myself and see him? The
blood began to boil, I left my hiding place and I avoided that my eyes were
filled with tears. Now it was more my anger, of all the girls of Liberty High,
had to be precisely she with whom he come.
“I’ve been looking all over for you, Y/N”
Soon I had Dave by my side.
“I’m finished with this. Find someone who
has come alone.” I didn’t even look at him when I left following that
To have seen him with another, one that I didn’t
approve of course, and that went against my good wishes for him to move on,
made me understand, that i had been a complete idiot in having lost him and
that i wanted to stay with him. I would somehow amend what I did, and that he
would forgive me.
When I got to where they were, with my best
smile I took him by the arm, he turned and his eyes widened, or he pretended
quite well or really didn’t expect to see me here.
“Can we talk for a second?” I tried
to hide the anger. The blonde took his other arm.
“Now he’s with me, pretty”
“You quiet you look prettier. Maybe you’ll
catch something else.” I looked at her with superiority and she rolled her
“All right. I’ll be right back.“ He said
to the blonde, oh, of course he wasn’t
I smiled at the girl, who, after making sure Jeff
didn’t see her, showed me the middle finger.
"What?” He told me once that we were
far enough away to speak without screaming.
“I don’t know … I just” I looked in
the direction of where we had gone “Really, Jeff? Her?”
“Do you worry about me dating someone
else? Isn’t it what you wanted, Y/N? I don’t understand you. She is a good
I swallowed the mocking laugh I was about to
“It’s what I want,” I said. “Or
I wanted … I’m not sure anymore. I just … I realized that …” I
squeezed my lips “I never asked you to forgive me for what I did” He
looked away “I know I did you a lot of damage and I did to me too, but I
guess I deserved it. I’m not going to tell you that it was just a kiss, because
I know how important that is for you … for both”
Jeff finally looked at me.
“Why after two months, you come to the
dance and you apologize to me?”
“Because I couldn’t remain at peace with
myself, the guilt still follows me” I crossed my arms “I just needed
to ask your forgiveness to understand that I must let you go. You can go with
It hurt too much. My first intention to pull
him away from that blonde was to retrieve it, but now, being alone, I
remembered that ours was finally over, that there was a possibility that he
would never forgive me and that I should go ahead, just what I too should be
I watched as Jeff hesitated, looked back,
wondering whether to go back or to go somewhere else, then he saw me again and
“Do you know how hard it‘s for me to date
“I know, I also came with someone” I
looked away “With whom perhaps I should apologize for having planted it
right here” We both laughed and looked at each other until the laughter
died “I don’t think I could be with someone else again” I bit my lip,
maybe saying what was in my head would hurt me more, wasn’t it enough
punishment? “Because you’re unique, Jeff Atkins, and I love you more and
He nodded. I understood in his gaze that he was
debating what to say or do. In what was wrong or good. Forgive me? Was he
considering it? In what category did he put it? Nerves were eating me, but I
wasn’t ready to say goodbye forever.
“To hell with the past, Y/N. I love you,
and maybe I’m making a mistake but I’ll find out in time”
“I’m never going to hurt you again, Jeff.
His hands settled on my cheeks. I let the tears
emerge from my eyes as he bent to join his lips with mine. This promise was
never going to break, and if it were, I would even take care of ceasing to
exist in this world.
ok, first off, THEY FINALLY DID THE THING AND MY LIFE IS NOW COMPLETE
let’s talk about how they started the go-home for summerslam with an angsty fanvid a video package for ambrollins. it’s confirmed that they’re the best part of raw and the most important storyline happening right now (well, okay, one of the most important but still).
dean has been reading tumblr and knows we’re all distressed about last week. so he very kindly comes out there first thing on raw so we can get to the bottom of this immediately. thank you, babe.
seth, meanwhile, has been spending his days reading ambrollins fic on ao3.
“but a single look in your eyes tells me that you’re lying. because the truth is, dean, i know you care” maybe he’s been writing some fic too because really.
seth admitting that dean has every right not to trust him but also calling out the fact that dean’s been lying to himself about not caring about seth. they just know each other so damn well, man. #wrestlingsoulmates
“to be honest, sometimes i can’t even trust myself” have i said how much i love self-sabotaging seth because i really do. and i love the suggestion that there’s still some darkness left in him, that he’s still being haunted by who he was and who he easily can become again if he gives into it.
“maybe our differences are why we work so well together” okay, i’ve definitely read this fanfic. and it’s also a really nice touch of reality.
dean just grabbing seth so he can’t leave and knocking the mic out of his hand. because the time for words is over. they’re either going all-in with this or they’re gonna beat the crap out of each other (and them being them, of course both happened).
dean grabbing him again because he’s not just letting him walk away from the ring and away from him another time. not when dean’s putting his heart on the line. not when dean is being so vulnerable. to seth, the person who’s caused him more pain than anyone. he doesn’t just get to walk away from this.
and of course it had to come to blows at some point. because the tension that’s been built up between them had to just boil over eventually. and they don’t know what else to do, because they’re both so damn stubborn and they both have their guards up when it comes to each other and there’s just too much history and too many emotions between them.
honestly, a lot of this felt like i shouldn’t even be witnessing it. like actually witnessing a real, private, intimate scene between two people who genuinely care deeply about each other and who’ve hurt each other and who still love each other and don’t know how to reconcile all those different emotions. and that’s hard to do.
dean literally being like “fuck these guys, only i get to beat the crap out of my stupid asshole boyfriend.” it just epitomises where they’re at with each other right now.
the actual Moment was perfect though. dean being like “i swear to fucking god, you better not leave me hanging” before he sticks his hand out. and then seth waiting for him to pull it back before sticking his own fist out and dean being like “oh, now you want to, asshole?” like it’s all just a big competition. they’re so dumb, i’m crying. and then they do it TOGETHER and it was the best moment of my life.
i like that everything isn’t miraculously resolved between them just because they need a tag title match for summerslam. it makes a lot of sense – they’ve proven they can work really well together, despite the personal drama, and they have issues with the champs. but their story is far from over and everything between them will take more time to really be worked out. hopefully as your NEW raw tag team champions. :))))
17000 !!! Oh my God!!! 17000 amazing people who have found here something wonderful for themselves, thank you, I love EVERYONE, EACH of you !!! There are so many of you, we communicate and you are all so different, but each of you is unique, terrific, you are the best people on the planet, I’m sure! I want to say thank you to everyone who subscribed, I want to say thank you to those who write to me, leave my questions, write my opinion! This is very important and thank you for what you are doing! I will not tire of repeating how dear you are to me, I will not tire of saying thank you, because it is important! I love you, Nana.
I don't understand why Boruto said if he rebels against his dad he doesn't get punished . Can you explain ????
boruto rebels against his dad because:
1. he’s angry that he doesn’t come home very often and thinks he doesn’t care about his family
2. to get his attention [mostly]
so boruto saying that he “won’t get punished” implies that he causes trouble often to get naruto’s attention but he’s simply too busy to punish him. so who does? hinata, of course!
this is important because despite being scolded by his mother he doesn’t resent her at all since she’s actually present in his life. they contrasted that very clearly in the episode.
furthermore, in the boruto movie after boruto cheats in the chuunin exams, naruto tells boruto that he’ll lecture him later and boruto responds, “you’ll lecture me later? do you have the time, dad? if you had lectured me before then none of this would have happened!” above all boruto wants his father’s attention, even it means acting out so he would get scolded.
iruka makes this observation in chapter 700 as well after boruto defaced mount hokage which is probably the “big plan” he mentioned in the episode.
I saw this post about the writers not showing Lance be Keith's stability in season 4 but I think that they showed a perfect example by showing how unstable Keith was without Lance, do you agree or am I looking in to much? (By the way I love your art, it gives me life😊)
i agree in a way! i think keith is very unstable but it is kinda a reach to say its because lance isnt there to stabilize him. the team was his home and now hes not there anymore so im sure hes unstable as h e l l. HOWEVERRR i do think lance will grow into the role of stability. you can already tell he stabilizes the team and not just keith. (lance’s speech in the last episode of s4. prime example) keith and lance are important in their own special ways and i really hope they realize it soon. (im not saying not to reach. like if you believe in that, then believe it! anything can happen yo!)
I am very sad today because my little floppy daughter, Emilia, died in the night. We don’t know what happened yet; she was only 5, and I haven’t been at home for a week or so, so it’s a mystery at the moment.
Very important facts about my lovely pudding child:
- I got her because she was the rabbit no-one wanted, as she was considered too old to adopt (at 6 months!) and not cute enough. She was very snuggly and tried to go home with me inside my coat, and so I decided that I would let her.
- she was a VERY GREEDY BUN. She used to put her food into a pile and sit on it so that our other rabbit, Gus, couldn’t get at it, and then she would pull bits of food out from underneath her and chomp them secretly. We had to be careful what we fed her, but she was always a healthy weight and we got her checked regularly.
- every time we went to the vet, they would tell us that she was the friendliest and best behaved rabbit they’d ever treated. She charmed about 5 vets into saying this.
- her favourite pat site was the base of her ears, and she would chatter (rabbit purring) as soon as she realised it was incoming.
- a few weeks ago, I bought them some nice new toys and she tried to eat all of them. I’m glad she enjoyed them for the past few weeks.
- she always came out to say hello whenever you went outside, and would try and climb your leg and eat your ankles.
- she destroyed 3 pairs of earphones.
- she put a hole in my favourite trousers, jumper and dressing gown.
- she would help me clean the hutch by chewing open the bales of straw and pulling it all out.
- this photo was taken on Halloween and she was being spoopy.
- I love her a lot a lot a lot and I’m going home today to see her and I’m very upset, but I’m glad I wasn’t the one who found her.
Sorry for morbid post. Emilia was a happy blancmange, so she would want pats and rubs, not sadness. When I get home, I’m going to pat Gus a lot, whether she likes it or not (which she won’t, because she’s a grumpy rabbit fuck) and rub Clod’s head, and that is the best thing I can do for Emilia now.
He’s fifteen years old and tired. Sitting in front of the trailer he calls home, he lets himself feel it for just a second. Allows himself to acknowledge the heaviness pulling at his limbs, his drooping eyelids getting pulled down by some invisible power; allows himself a moment of anger and exhaustion. Feeling sorry for himself and letting his misery take over his senses isn’t something he necessarily likes to do. He knows his life sucks, there’s no use dwelling on that. He also knows there are people who have it worse and that he will get out of here. One day one day one day. It’s a song that replays itself inside his head when things get rough, when he feels alone and his father tells him he’s worthless, with his fists and words alike, when his mom looks at it all with pursed lips or ignores it altogether. When the trailer park is suffocating and the dust invades his lungs, makes it hard to breathe. Sometimes doubt creeps in and then it’s almost impossible for him to believe it will ever happen; he’ll be stuck here for the rest of his days, become a copy of Robert Parrish because it’s his fate, it’s in his blood and he’ll have a son sitting in the exact same position, singing to himself one day one day one day.
Snapping out of that depressing train of thought, he suddenly remembers the free magazine he picked up at the grocery store earlier. From the rack next to the entry, filled with daily news and picked up by the busy fingers of housewives and old people taking their weekly stroll. He’s passed it numerous times and never felt the need to take one with him, until today. He doesn’t know what came over him, just that he desperately wanted to pretend to do something normal. And why not?
He takes it out now, from under his thin jacket, unfolds it and looks at the picture of some actress he vaguely recognizes posing on the front.
It’s been so long since he read something just for him. He used to go the library when he was younger, used to spend full days there, befriending the old, sweet lady behind the desk, reading everything he could get his hands on. But when he realized there’s a way to escape this, that the world is so much wider than the name double-wide suggest, that maybe there’s a way for him to not only read about magical places and people going on adventures, but actually live those things and see them for himself, the library turned into the last item on his list of things to do. He picked up several jobs and poured all his remaining time and energy into studying and getting A’s; the library was forgotten. At times, when the night is too heavy to sleep and the walls are too thin to not hear what’s playing in the bedroom next to his, he thinks of the old lady with her white hair that gave him pieces of her chocolate sometimes and wonders what happened to her. If she still works there, if maybe at times she wonders about him too after he abruptly stopped coming, if she’s even still alive.
Now he opens his magazine and pictures the one his father reads and notices the stark difference between the two. He rifles through it, not particularly caring about the content or finding it exceptionally captivating, but enjoying himself nonetheless. Skimming through it, he abruptly lets it fall open on some ad, perfume he thinks, featuring a man, a car and the gray sky above. The man is leaning against his expensive, fast car, wearing expensive designer clothes. Adam’s enthralled by how casually powerful the man looks and by the quiet authority he radiates. Like nothing can hurt him, like he’s above pain. At first, it’s just the power that evokes Adam’s wonder, then he pays closer attention to the guy’s face; zooms in on his high cheekbones, the strand of dark hair falling on his forehead, his pronounced jawline. The way his clothes fit him just right, accentuating the right things, the right way and Adam is in awe.
There’s a mixture of several things going through Adam’s head, the most prominent being want. Which he shuts down immediately without realizing why and replaces with one day one day one day. He looks at the car again. Without giving it second thought, he rips the picture from the magazine and folds it carefully, stuffs it into his pocket.
The picture is burned in his memory now and he thinks he’ll use it as motivation, to try to become that person one day. Because that’s what he wants. That’s the want overpowering his thoughts. Being that man, radiating the same power, being able to dress like that, owning a car like that and doing it all as effortlessly as if he’d been born into it.
He takes it out sometimes, from under his mattress. He’s not sure why he feels the need to hide it like that, it’s not like there’s something bad on there. He just doesn’t want his dad to find it and realize that Adam wants to be that man, he tells himself. He doesn’t want his parents to know that that is his goal in life, he tells himself. And he tries not to think of the why’s to much. Why he decided on that picture, why he hides it, why it makes him want.
Years later he’ll realize that maybe it wasn’t just the power the man radiated and the effortless way he looked like money and success and was everything Adam wanted to be but wasn’t. He’ll think that maybe it was a mixture of those things, combined with the fact that he was extremely attracted to the guy, but just didn’t realize it. That the want to be him, could’ve easily also been the want to be with him among other things. He’ll think that there have been so many more instances in his life where he interpreted his own feelings wrong, or simply repressed them and twisted them so that he didn’t have to face the real thing. Subconsciously of course, until Ronan started looking at him and the pieces all fell in their place and he realized something about himself that had been there for a long time, but was never allowed out.
When he gets together with Ronan, he analyzes the feelings he had for Blue and he realizes they were just as real as the one he has for Ronan. Maybe they weren’t as strong, but they were there. And something clicks inside him, because he knows now that Ronan wasn’t the first boy he was ever attracted to, which is what he thought in the beginning, and he knows that he’s still very much into girls too, but that it’s all fine. He’s got time to find himself and figure out what that means for him. Which he does in great detail. Adam Parrish, a man of science, likes to understand things, approaches this objectively, eyes on his goal.
He doesn’t doubt his attraction or love for Ronan because he is absolutely sure that those things are there. He does not doubt his feelings for Ronan once. He just wonders whether he’s the only boy he’s ever liked or if there were others.
When he was younger, he didn’t give his sexuality much thought. He always thought he was straight so there was no real reason to think about it and anyway, living under his parents’ roof, the possibility of being something else than straight, stepping out of line of what his dad thought was right, wasn’t much of an option. He liked Blue, he had a girlfriend before that, when he was fourteen. She gave him his first kiss, but other than that it wasn’t anything exceptional. She was a girl from his school he had to work with one day. She was pretty and she smelled nice. She had a gap between her teeth and he remembers finding that charming. They worked on the chemistry project in the library, she kissed him one day, he liked it, she asked him to be her girlfriend and eventually she broke it off, no doubt expecting dates and time spent together, but Adam simply did not have the money or time to spare. He didn’t like her that much that it really hurt or anything, but it stung a little. Knowing dating just wasn’t for him, yet another thing on his seemingly endless list of one day, something he’d do when he got out of here.
If he was being honest with himself, he was a little disappointed. It’s not like he expected butterflies to fly around and the sun to start shining just for them, but the couple kisses they shared didn’t really do anything to him. That didn’t stop him from wanting more of them, though. Her lips were soft and brought him affection he had missed his whole life. The feeling of her hands on his hips warmed his skin in a way he was not familiar with, so even if real feelings were missing, he also definitely didn’t want her to break up with him .
He figured it was better anyway. He put her out of his head and forget about her quickly enough, only sometimes allowing her to open the doors in his mind and wondering that if he could’ve been able to show her a little more attention, she’d have stayed longer.
Then he met Blue and he really liked her too. Her originality and fire drew him in and did things to his head. It was easier with her somehow because he saw her in the company of Gansey, because she was pretty affectionate herself and wasn’t afraid to say what she thought or let him know what she wanted or didn’t want. She took his hand and it was easy to lay his head in her lap. It was nice and he knew that if he were to kiss her, it’d be different than the kisses he shared with his former girlfriend. He thought maybe he’d feel something else than simply that’s nice.
It was good. While it lasted.
Because of course it didn’t last. He was Adam Parrish, why would he be able to love someone the right way? Maybe love was a big word, but why would he be able to – to be enough? Because that was exactly what it was. He was not enough.
The words it’s not going to be you echoed through his mind for days on end and the fear that he would end up exactly like his father encased him, held him captive. When those words came out of her mouth, he knew. He just knew that if it wasn’t him, it’d be Gansey. Because of course. Of fucking course.
When he gets together with Ronan, everything is great and his anger doesn’t matter because Ronan has his own anger inside to match Adam’s. They get together and every touch, every word shared between them leaves a trace in his skin, strikes a match until his insides are burning with want and need and love. Finally he can feed his hunger. Ronan doesn’t mind if Adam kisses him fiercely, barely giving him space to breathe, all but attacks his mouth with his own. He doesn’t mind Adam taking of his shirt and tracing the warm skin, following the trail of his tattoo with his mouth. Doesn’t mind the hickies on his neck, the scratches on his back.
The physical aspects of the relationship is explosive and wonderful. But that’s not all. Ronan is the first person to ever be truly gentle with him, the first person that looks at him as if he deserves everything.
He makes Adam laugh harder than anything ever has, sometimes so much he literally cannot breathe, until he has tears in his eyes. Ronan knows when to crack a joke, make fun of Gansey, draw out a grin with force if he has to after a shitty day at work. But also knows when to leave it alone and simply let Adam lay his head on his lap on the couch and gently run his fingers through his hair when he’s feeling down. Because the truth is, while Adam Parrish has always thought of himself as unknowable, somehow Ronan Lynch has managed to know him.
He knows him. He understands him. Like no one ever has. And Adam realizes that, even if he didn’t notice before, he had always understood Ronan the same way. Back when he couldn’t stand being in the same room with him for more than five minutes before one of them made a biting remark. Even then, they’d understood each other on some level.
So, no. If there is one thing in the world he is absolutely sure of, it’s his love for Ronan. While figuring out his sexuality is definitely confusing, that is not. It’s the surest and realist thing in his life at the moment.
Once, when Adam was about ten, he had a friend. Called Jason. The boy had curly black hair, dark skin and piercing brown eyes that glittered in the sun and made Adam feel warm and fuzzy inside. It was the first real friend he’d ever had, or as real as fleeting friendship at that age can be anyway and Adam cared for him deeply. When Jason smiled, he had a dimple and for some reason having it directed at him, filled Adam with an indescribable pride. There was something about him that made Adam want to be around him as much as possible and never let go. Seen as Jason was his first friend, he didn’t think much of it and figured that’s just what friendship was.
The whole thing was over pretty quickly, Jason moved away. Adam is pretty sure he never even knew his last name.
When he thinks back to that now, he wonders if it wasn’t something other than just friendship. And then he thinks back to the first time Gansey had laid his charming eyes on him and shown Adam his electric smile and the feeling that had evoked inside him and wow. That’s a whole other realization.
Now lying on his small mattress above the church that’s his home, next to the boy he thinks of when he thinks of home, he wonders how he never noticed what really, was there all along. He thinks it’s probably a mixture of wanting to survive and homophobic bullshit shoved in his head by the people that raised him.
Now, lying on his small mattress above the church that’s his home, next to the boy he thinks of when he thinks of home, he lets himself feel and think and understand something about himself.
‘Why the fuck are you thinking this hard? It’s two in the morning’, Ronan mumbles into the crook of his shoulder, sleep already pulling at his senses, one hand wrapped around Adam’s waist.
‘I’m not.’ It’s a lie, automatically leaving his mouth. Adam spends his life thinking too hard, over analyzing every little thing. He’s never had to share the inner workings of his mind with anyone.
‘Yes, you are. You’ve got that little crunch between your eyebrows. That means you’re thinking too hard.’ But this is Ronan and, again, Adam is taken aback by how good Ronan knows him. The inner workings of his mind may be a mystery to most people, but Ronan has never been like most people.
He doesn’t say anything for a little while, lets the silence fill the room. Ronan kisses his shoulder and Adam can feel his eyelashes fluttering against his skin. Soft as a confession whispered in the dead of the night.
‘I’m bisexual’, he says then, finally, shattering the quiet.
And it’s out there. The nervous flutter in his stomach has nothing to do with fear or dread. He feels most comfortable around Ronan and this is nothing new really. It’s just that it’s the first time he’s ever said those words aloud, the first time he knows with a certainty they’re real. And that sensation is new to him, it flutters in his stomach, but a good kind of fluttering. One that’s as pleasant as the spring sun warming his skin after winter has gone to sleep.
Ronan makes a noise that could be interpreted in many different ways, but the way he pulls Adam closer to him and nuzzles his nose to his temple and drops a kiss on his ear, indicates it’s most likely one of encouragement and support. The gesture fills Adam’s body with warmth and his heart beats with the incredible love he has for this boy.
‘What brought this on?’
‘I don’t know. Just thinking back on my life. I have this ad in my car, for perfume or something. And I always convinced myself I kept it because one day I wanted to be the guy. But now I think I kept it because I was ridiculously attracted to him even though I didn’t realize it.’
Ronan lets out a small laugh. ‘Well, I’m fucking gay. I think I always sort of knew though.’
Adam wonders if Ronan has ever admitted to that before and he’s pretty sure he never has. He simply got together with Adam and that was enough for them. But here, in the safety and comfort of this room and each other, it’s okay.
He thinks of how Ronan used to hate himself so much and that, some of it at least, was tied to his sexuality. How he used to be so angry and scared and hidden from everyone. How self acceptance was a long and painful process for him. He thinks of how proud he is of Ronan, of how strong he is and of how far he’s come. To say those words without shame above the church he visits every Sunday. The church where he belongs but for a long time felt like an intruder, like he was wrong.
Ronan shouldn’t have to give up parts of himself because others won’t accept him. He shouldn’t have to hide. He’s gay, but he also believe in god with an intensity that Adam saw reflected in his eyes the few times he has accompanied him to church.
Adam himself is not religious, but he respects it and can see the beauty of it in certain things. But more importantly, he’s aware of how deeply rooted it is in Ronan’s life and how it’s a part of him. Adam loves all parts of Ronan, wants him to be able to love all parts of himself too. He’s glad Ronan feels comfortable enough saying those words above his church.
‘I’m glad you finally figured it out. ‘M proud of you,’ Ronan mumbles then, almost asleep, saying things he maybe wouldn’t have said wide awake, but that Adam would’ve gotten anyway.
Adam plants a kiss on the top of his head and closes his head. ‘I’m proud of you too.’
And that’s how they fall asleep, entwined like vines and trusting someone, finally, to accept them for who they are.
They’re growing still. And discovering themselves, but now that they’re safe and relatively happy, most of the time, it’s a process Adam actually is kind of looking forward to. Maybe he doesn’t have to be unknowable. Maybe he can just be Adam Parrish, loved by his friends and boyfriend, safe, attending Harvard in the fall, bisexual, in love and proud. Of who he is.
Proud of being Adam Parrish. He decides he rather likes that thought.
Thanks for reading! Title from Chanel by Frank Ocean, because that song is almost as Bi™ as Adam Parrish is
This might be a weird question, but if i made like a ""watercast au"" for my oc's would that be ok with you?? Like if i wrote or drew art, of basically my oc's in the world of watercast without keith lance and the others etc? I really like all the world building and facets of your world you wrote!
Hi Anon - firstly I want to say thank you very much for asking first, because there have been quite a lot of people who have just plagiarised watercast (mostly the worldbuilding and details etc and all that work) without mentioning me let alone asking. People have been making money off selling watercast shit when i’m giving it away for free. It’s really driven home to me that as a fandom, there is not the same respect for writers and their work as there are for artists. So it’s really important for me to make it clear that i really appreciate that you’re asking. THANK YOU from the bottom of myheart.
That said, I really do not want people making watercast aus for their own stories, especially OCs. I have mentioned this before (and it’s in the copyright notice) but watercast is actually an original novel of mine. I only adapted it to fandom because I know no one would read my original work. 90% of the story is original and to be frank i’m in this weird happy/sad relatoinship with the fact that I went with fandom because I appear to have lost all control over it.
I want to one day publish it as an original story. I don’t know if that’s even possible now, given how much it has been copied, reused and plagiarised. Maybe it’s a pipe dream now. But I am very attached and I feel very possessive over all the details in that world, so I’m unequivocally saying now that I do not want spin offs, adaptations etc of it.
sorry guys. I hope people understand and can support this in the same way we are all on the same page about art reposts and tracing.
I would add - if you want to send me some kind of message about fanfic and copyright, I’d ask that you do some research into copyright law first because I am tired.
Hello! First, thank you for all those masterlists, they guided my reading path for the past year! :) I was wondering if you could maybe rec some epistolary/texting fics? Any AU, with or without narration... A few example (and recs :p): Dear Enemy, Howlr (no narration), the Lush Life trilogy, An Owl Named Romeo, Per Solum Lacuna (with narration)... Thank you so much (and happy reading if you haven't checked those)!
Sure I can help with a few! The first few all include letters (though maybe they aren’t entirely epistolary), but some of the later ones also include things like diary entries and things. And thank you very much for the recs!
DRARRY + EPISTOLARY/LITERARY NARRATIVE
Lettered (pir8fancier) - *edit* I just realised you meant this when you mentioned Lush Life lol
Rating: PG-13, WC: 7.8k, Summary: Harry has a secret penpal, whose identity is as plain as the nose on his face. Except he’s not wearing his glasses.
Rating: PG-13. WC: 7k, Summary: Harry has been gone for the past few years, unable to tell those he loves whether or not he was alive or dead. When he returns home, he is surprised to find he has some very important letters waiting for him.
Rating: PG-13, WC: 9k, Summary: Harry has trouble dating because every single one of his dates seems more interested in his name than anything else. He’s lonely and frustrated. So Hermione signs him up with a dating service. Harry gets matched with a mysterious man who calls himself Fire-Breather. They write letters and get to know each other, even as they fall a little in love along the way.
Rating: NC-17, WC: 7k, Summary: Draco and Harry run into each other in New York. They have an amazing weekend-long fling before Harry returns to London and his life. 30 letters that follow the aftermath of this weekend.
Rating: NC-17, WC: 26.9k, Summary: Back at Hogwarts after the war, a defeated Draco Malfoy is prepared to settle for life’s simpler pleasures: snark, sex, and Slytherin scheming. That is until Pansy, newly in possession of Malfoy Manor, offers to return his ancestral home. Just one condition: he has to win, and break, Harry Potter’s heart to get it. That’s no problem. Draco’s got this situation completely under control. Completely. At least until he doesn’t. Back at Hogwarts after the war, a defeated Draco Malfoy is prepared to settle for life’s simpler pleasures: snark, sex, and Slytherin scheming. That is until Pansy, newly in possession of Malfoy Manor, offers to return his ancestral home. Just one condition: he has to win, and break, Harry Potter’s heart to get it. That’s no problem. Draco’s got this situation completely under control. Completely. At least until he doesn’t.
Rating: NC-17, WC: 26.5k, Summary: Harry is a trainee Auror, and Draco is living at Malfoy Manor, bored and petulant with nothing to do, and no career prospects. Draco’s attempt to heal himself via Muggle psychology – including writing a series of ‘why I hate you’ letters to Harry – backfires when an overanxious house elf delivers the results to Harry. Harry is bemused, Draco is angry and together they have a lot of issues to work out.
Rating: NC-17, WC: 16k, Summary: Real life has managed to get the better of Harry and his friends, but Harry still finds time to get wrapped up in fantasy and lose a little bit of his heart to another man. Again.
Rating: NC-17, WC: 200k, Summary: When the truth about a seemingly minor Dark hex Harry has suffered leads to the dissolution of his marriage with Ginny, Harry spins into a downward spiral. His private consolation is creating a fantasy life for himself in his journal as Ethan Starfall, a normal wizard with a big family. When he receives a random owl Draco Malfoy has cast into the void as a plea for help with his son Scorpius, Harry replies—as Ethan. There’s no reason, he thinks, for an epistolary friendship with Draco to go further. But Draco might have different ideas about that.
Rating: NC-17, WC: 76k, Summary: A love story concerning possessed furniture, black silk pyjamas, courtroom drama, premonitions of doom, assassination attempts, Death Eater yoga, absinthe, bare feet and a sensible werewolf. Beware: coarse language, brief drug use, some sexual content, and consideration of issues of sexual consent.
Rating: NC-17, WC: 20.4k, Summary: // This can’t possibly go worse than the last time I kept a diary. //After the war, Harry picks up a journal to write in… and it writes back. Luckily, it’s not a Horcrux on the other end this time.
to everyone sending me asks and messages about letting “them” win by leaving tumblr:
i’m not leaving tumblr. i’m taking a break because of personal stuff, such as my master’s degree thesis and my final exam that i have on tuesday. that is something that’s very important to me, and as much as i’d like to be here all the time and post and write and talk to you guys, getting my degree is my priority right now. i’m moving back home this week, so that’s pretty stressful and i need to pack and make sure i do everything i have to do before leaving, so i really don’t have time for tumblr. i’ll start working on friday, but i will be back and i will keep updating, just probably not every week, since it will be hard for me to keep up with my thesis, 8hr work day, social life, and writing.
anyway, i’ll talk to you guys soon, i hope you’re all doing fine! i’m sending you positive vibes and i hope you’re all having a great day!
on that note, i’m sending love and support to all the lgbtqia people on my blog. the pride walk in my country was received with a bunch of hate and the media posts were flooded with hateful comments, which is embarrassing and awful. i’m not a part of the community, but i was so shocked to see such hateful comments so i can only imagine how some of you feel when receiving hate on a daily basis just for being yourself. it’s not fair and it’s not right! i admire the strength and courage of your community. stay strong!!
Sooo…I’ve met Papa, Fire and Aether after the show…aka the story how I died.
We were standing next to the tour bus and there where like..maybe 20 people (or maybe more I don’t remember) and my father was with us because he wanted to drive us home. So we told him that we want to wait for the Band to come out to sign things. He didn’t believed me that they will come out and he also kept telling us that we don’t know how they look anyways (lol if you knew). So my father was quite pissed cause he wanted to go home. That was so embarrassing because it felt like everyone was staring at us. We kept telling him that this is very important to us and that we know how they look. But he kept yelling at us lmao.
So after maybe 20 minutes or so Fire comes out. And let me just tell ya…he looks like a greek god. My heart was racing. I asked him to sign my ticket and he wrote my name on it. He signed the ticket on my shoulder and stole my fucking edding😂
After that Aether came out. He’s such a sweetheart and so funny. @ghuleh-101 showed him a picture where he jumped and he just screamed: look at my arse!!😂😂 He told me that I have a beautiful name and that I should check out a song by a certain band but I forgot the name of the band (god damnit).
I think after that Air came out. He looked a lil bit angry and went right into the tour bus.
Then theres Earth..he waved at us but also went right into the tour bus. I haven’t seen water at all lol.
And then…Papa came out. I was trembling like a little bitch. HE LOOKS EVEN MORE FUCKING BEAUTIFUL IN PERSON. And there was still make up around his eyes.
He’s so intimidating without even trying lol.
So he came up to me and I still don’t know how I managed to talk to him without sounding so scared. I asked him if he could sign my ticket and he saw my name looked me into the eyes and just said: Josephine, hm? HE KILLED ME. I CAME SO FUCKING HARD.
So yeah…he signed my ticket and I asked him for a hug. He gives the best hugs ever but I mentioned before that I’m very clumsy so I think I accidentally hit his nose with my arm while hugging him???
AND HE RUBBED MY FUCKING BACK. THAT’S THE FOURTH TIME THAT HE’S TRYING TO KILL ME.
I thanked him for coming to Wiesbaden and that this was the best concert I’ve ever been to. He kept eye contact all the time and just smiled at me. Again…is he trying to kill me?
But after that my father dragged us away because he was so tired. I hope Papa didn’t noticed that, I mean I didn’t had the opportunity to say goodbye.
When we where at our car me and my best friend just started to scream lol. I really really hope that he didn’t heard that.
So yeah…That’s the story how I got brutally murdered.
(And sorry for grammatical errors. I’m too lazy right now to correct them).