because i have more time now c:

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Do you guys even know how HUGE this is? 

Akko collected those cards religiously as a child and got all but this one. For Diana, of all people, to give it to her now, when Akko’s faith in Chariot is utterly depleted, must elicit so many things in Akko.

But even bigger than Akko receiving this final card, do you understand how huge it is for Diana to be giving it away? 

Other than memories of the only Chariot show she ever saw, this card is all she had left. Of Chariot and of the dreams she had as a child. The dreams her mother went out of her way to let her have a chance at. The dreams that Diana’s family ridiculed and looked down on her for. The dreams only Bernadette supported her in having. Her mother was the only person in Diana’s life who supported her admiration of Chariot.

Chariot left the stage. Diana lost her magics for a time. Her mother died. Her responsibilities consumed her life and she had to relinquish her dreams of becoming like Chariot, though in her heart she still loved and admired her. 

Diana kept this card in a special box. It is her treasure as Akko’s Chariot card is hers.

And Diana is giving it to Akko willingly. Without shedding a tear. Without regret. Because she trusts her with it. She knows Akko deserves to have it. She knows Akko needs it more than she does now.

the more I think about it, the less and less sense it makes for Terra to be one of the Darknesses in KH3 because like

in literally every moment after Xehanort possesses him we see Terra fighting back. in the Graveyard, in Radiant Garden, and now in darkness limbo as 0.2 showed us, ten years later, we always see Xehanort struggling to control him. why?

because he can’t.

at no point can he fully, 100% smother Terra’s influence.

the only time Xehanort and Terra seem to coexist “peacefully” is during the Apprentice-Xehanort arc – during which time their hearts were sealed and memories presumably lost.

and considering this series is constantly stressing how intelligent and farsighted Xehanort is I just can’t imagine he’s actually stupid enough to count Terra among his 13 when he knows full well by now that Terra is a force to be reckoned with. Terra would require far too much focus and effort to maintain a hold of, because a) IT DIDN’T WORK TWELVE YEARS AGO AND IT DIDN’T WORK TWO YEARS AGO SO WHY WOULD ANYTHING HAVE CHANGED, especially when b) we’ve seen that Terra’s only gotten stronger and more confident since BBS?? and c) I’ve said this before but I’ll say it again: Terra was impossible to control with Xehanort’s whole heart inside him. attempting to control him with only 1/13th of his heart is just? asking for failure? I mean really?? why don’t you just carry around a ticking time bomb while you’re at it man

Night sky (Mark x TwinFemReader) fluff aghast

Originally posted by lum1natrix

(( gif not mine - CUTIE ))

(A/n): lmao this request is weird and I love it.

Request:  If you’re still doing request, do you think you could do a mark x female twin reader where they getting into a big fight so she leaves without telling anybody but eventually comes back and it’s clear that they’re both wrecks without their twin? Fluffy angst? Sorry, I just really like twin stuff ☺️

Warnings: Swearing and sadness and fluff and kill me

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Okay so sharing a house in general, is not always fun. Sharing a house with three other men, can be fun but also not fun. But, sharing a house with your twin brother, fun and terrible.

But, (Y/n) shared a house with them because her and Mark had always worked together on everything. The pair of them had started this channel together; with (Y/n) behind the scenes and Mark in front of the camera.

Yeah, sometimes it was stressful, especially for Mark. He had to maintain his public image all the time.

The two of them had each other though. They pair really were inseparable, as most twins are.

“Mark, I swear to fuck if you don’t put the seat down one more time, I’m selling your dick on the black market.”

Screaming things such as this across the house was likely common. All the person in question would do, though, is giggle and run away. Because she lives with several five year olds.

“Kill me now…” (Y/n) mumbled.

Walking down the stairs cautiously, she had split her path and strut into the large kitchen.

“Mark.” the girl growled.

Her fraternal twin was standing there next the the fridge with chica at his feet.

“Hmm??”

“Did you even hear what I just said?” she questioned harshly.

“Well yeah, but I was busy adoring Chica that I didn’t have time to care.” he joked.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes with venom soaking her usually sweet expression. This was also very common. Him not caring about a lot of things his twin had to say.

“Mark I’m serious. This is a small bathroom incident but it just further proves the point that you don’t listen.

Her words didn’t register in his ears or even get past her lips it seemed. The brunette was too busy baby talking his dog.

All (Y/n) could manage to do was sigh dramatically. It pissed her off that he didn’t take the time to hear her, and the frustration showed.

“I’m going to get dressed.” the girl commented stiffly.

“Not that you care..”

As (Y/n) made her way slowly back up the stairs, Ethan passed her stride joyfully.

“Mooooring, (Y/n).” he called, stopping his bouncy walk to face her politely.

“Yeah.” she replied blandly.

She continued her walk of shame up the last four steps, and sauntered into her room. Ethan was left staring up the way (Y/n) had gone, visibly confused, borderline concerned.

Though it was the usual time for them all to share breakfast, the youtuber had lost her appetite.

“I’m not going to sit here and sulk, at least.” she mumbled.

Shuffling around her room, (Y/n)’s soft hum strung lightly in the air. The (h/c) haired girl collected a pair of clean jeans and blank shirt, throwing over a loose cardigan.

For the second time, she made her way down the stairs.

As (Y/n) walked into the kitchen, she took the liberty of rolling up her sleeves briefly. Stepping to the cabinet, she had gestured for Mark to move over.

“I’d ask, but I’m sure you wouldn’t hear me.” (Y/n) hissed.

Reaching up to grab herself a pale plastic cup, (Y/n) caught in the corner of her eye her brother mouth what she had just said, with crude facial expressions.

The girl wanted to sigh and apologize, but she thought it might be best to guilt trip him instead. (Y/n) had really wanted to make her point.

After obtaining her glass, she went to the fridge, passing by Ethan who sat at the table. He sat there, chewing his toast silently, feeling and seeing the tension but being shit scared to say anything.

The youtuber pried open the refrigerator, viewing its contents wearily.

Dramatically, she then twisted to face the blue boy.

“Do we not have any more milk?” (Y/n) asked kindly.

Ethan nervously smiled back up at the (e/c) eyed girl, shaking his head briskly with a mouth full of bread.

This time (Y/n) did sigh “I could have asked Mark, oh but he wouldn’t have given a shit.”

Mark rolled his eyes and aggressively threw up his arms.

“So what? Now you’re going to pout all fucking day because I made one joke?!”

(Y/n) actually wasn’t surprised by his outburst, in fact the (size) girl anticipated it.

“No, I’m trying to get a fucking point across! Because repetition is the only thing you see from me.” she scoffed.

Mark just clicked his tongue and stared at his twin intensely.

“That’s because I really couldn’t give less of a fuck what you say.”

“Yeah, I already know–” she began. At this point she had already had enough this. (Y/n)’s aim was to apologize now, but that sure wasn’t Mark’s.

“No, I mean I really don’t care. What you have to say means jackshit at the point, you aren’t actually valuable to any of my project’s whatsoever.” Mark spat “I’m honestly baffled why the hell you still live with me.”

That struck home immediately. Why was she living with him? Because… well this was what the two of them had worked for for a long time…

“…” (Y/n) stood there in silence.

Ethan took a second to stand up, his eyes already gone wide. He opened his mouth stiffly and said “I don’t think you should have said that.”

Mark’s knees felt as though they could give out at the calmest of movements. Before being able to actually say anything, the brunette opened and closed his mouth several times, looking between his sister and Ethan.

“(Y/n), oh my god… I’m…” he began, heartfelt hurting twisting his words.

“The sun is so bright…” came Tyler’s airy voice, entering the kitchen lazily.

He stretched backwards, and held in a yawn “Morning.”

The girl took this as any sort of cue to leave.

She stepped her way rigidly from the room. Mark could be heard yelling her name before Ethan called a loud “Wait!” but it wasn’t for (Y/n).

(Y/n) turned to face the stairs, staring up at them blankly.

She had made up her mind. Even in her dazed state, she knew for certain she did not want to be here of all places, right now.

❆   ❆   ❆ 

The girl had left. The house, I mean. She took her car from in front of the house and went away.

Of course she didn’t have any plans as to where she desired to go. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she thought she didn’t want to go anywhere at all.

So she drove and drove. And drove some more. Where (Y/n) ended up was half way across L.A, parked on the side of the road.

As she sat there breathing heavily, she was able to feel in her pocket, her phone vibrating. Not at all wanting to see any of the messages; she pulled it out against her better judgement.

- Loud blue boy: (Y/n)?

- Loud blue boy: I think you should come out of your room…

- Loud blue boy: wait r u even in your room??? :0

- Loud blue boy: Wait wait (Y/n) where are you?!

(Y/n)’s screen was lit up with messages from Ethan; they made her laugh a bit as she wiped at her eye.

The girl was happy she didn’t apply makeup this morning, noticing now that she had been crying most of the time she was driving.

A blunt sting cut through her upper chest. She didn’t want to be away from Ethan or Tyler. Especially not Mark. She had heard what Mark had said, but her mind wanted to know that he was lying. (Y/n) didn’t want to leave him…

“It’s been what, twenty minutes and I already miss them?” she mumbled softly.

Chancing her blurry eyes, (Y/n)’s gaze fell upon the digital clock in her car. It read in bright blue 4:58pm.

A quaint gasp bubbled from her throat, making (Y/n) sputter a bit in breath.

‘Six hours, what the hell.’ she thought.

Swiping furiously at her eyes once more, (Y/n) pulled off the side of the road and dealt out a most likely illegal U-turn. The youtuber began to go back the way she came, offering her silence a thick sigh.

❆   ❆   ❆

“I fucked up didn’t I?” Mark sniffed.

He was sat in the very middle of the kitchen, balling his eyes out, with a very not okay head.

“A little…” Tyler lulled. Tyler had been explained what had happened, and if he was honest, he was pretty disappointed in the two of them.

“Oh god, what if she never comes back?” Mark cries, heartbroken at the very thought “What if she just moves out and takes all her stuff with her and doesn’t say goodbye? Takes all her belongings, her memories.”

“I’m not sure that she would do that.” Ethan pats his back in an effort to console him.

Mark twists his head to look at the blue haired man and stares at him directly in the eyes.

“Ethan, I’m not ready to have her for once not take me.”

Now Ethan was the one heartbroken. He could see sufferable pain in Mark’s deep brown eyes.

“Hey, Mark, I believe that’s (Y/n)’s car pulling in…” Tyler spoke.

In an instant, the brunette had scrambled to his feet and with a deathly silence, watched the door.

Within a few seconds, it had opened quietly; softly. (Y/n)’s form slipped through the opening.

The current time was 11:23pm, from the moment that Mark saw (Y/n) in the doorway, to the second Mark had sprinted to her and snared her in a hug. The minute hand on the clock hadn’t even moved a millimeter between the two.

“Mark…” (Y/n)’s voice cracked. She wasn’t able to hug him back, or even close the door. Her twin had her arms confined under his own.

Mark also wasn’t able to say anything, it seems, other than ‘I’m sorry’ in repetition.

“Repetition, that’s all I ever hear from you.” (Y/n) laughed softly, sniffing a bit now and again.

The male raised his head to her words, showing her a sad, dopey smile. The stars in open night sky reflecting on his watery black eyes; making his sister smile back at him ten fold.

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(A/n): Boi this is so long I hated editing it. I can’t frickin read today, lordy

anonymous asked:

do u know any good supercorp fan fics

do i ever (these aren’t in any particular order, but they are all complete. i’ve got a whole separate rec list for wip fics if you want it)

  • Oblivious: kara danvers getting jealous of herself for getting to make out with lena is so relatable (lena dates supergirl to make kara jealous)
  • heroism is a full time job: who doesnt want to live with lena honestly??? (protective custody au)
  • the way we mend: domestic! incredible! im gonna cry! (fluff! fluff! fluff!)
  • exception: do u need some musings about love in your life? well ive got just the fic for u! (romance! romance! fluff!)
  • i’ll be there for you (in your darkest nights): fix-it fics have fixed my soul (fix-it fic)
  • I Always Want You: this made me ascend into another plane where everything is okay and life is Good and Nice and Gay (harry potter au)
  • inevitable: i cant believe kara just failed at inventing lying. i cant believe im kara (supergirl reveal fic)
  • when all is shaken: im the one shaken after this fic wow (hurt/comfort)
  • Something to Write About: this is most definitely something to write about (kinda social media au?)
  • Sunlit Honey and Lavender Sunsets: catch me screaming about this fic forever! oh my god! i love jess! i love this fic! aaah! (jess-centric fic!!!)
  • (Super)Man’s Best Friend: im the dog that kara just straight up randomly gives lena (dog fic!!)
  • such unruly heads and hearts: so um i lied this is the one wip on this list because honestly it Changed Me and literally invented the concept of love (harry potter au)
  • negotiations and commands: ever imagined what life would be like if we had gotten krypto in that pod? now u dont have to just imagine it (dog fic!!)
  • Her Brother’s Keeper: i literally cried more than five times while reading this. holy shit. im thinking about it and crying again (angst and fluff and Wow)
  • Did we do that?: theyre so cute! i cant handle it!! theyre s o c u t e!!!! (domestic)
  • no more ferris wheels: i hate ferris wheels too but i love this fic!! (strangers go to a carnival au)
  • Drunk Puppy: i also talk about lena’s eyes when im drunk so this fic really speaks to me (kara appears at lena’s office drunk)
  • For as Long as You’ll Let Me: i cant believe kara just invented support and comfort (hurt/comfort)
  • somewhere i have never travelled: this fic travelled straight into my heart and saved my life from canon supergirl (character study/au)
  • Don’t Let Her Go: protective cat grant? And supercorp? u better believe it!!! (love and cat grant that’s all i need to say)
  • Puppy Love: this fic? cured my depression, made me love dogs even more than i already do, watered my crops,, (dog fic!!!)
  • sun is gonna shine above: ive said this multiple times now but this fic also made me cry several times. and yes i cry a lot but seriously!! this fic!! is so good!! (supercorp with kids au!!)
  • Almost.: fun fact! lena luthor is a nerd who thinks about kissing kara 24/7 i cant believe this is canon (romance romance romance)
  • The Enchanted Florist: its so gay and so touching and i cried reading this one too (lena goes to a flower shop)
  • pain: look i know im ending a fic rec list with a fic named pain but i swear itll only pain u with how good it is (soulmate au)

@feynites #uthvir would be absolutely annoyed that the auction got taken down #they’d tell thenvunin that his distractions worked tho #and that they just lost the bid because they were busy with ~him~ #not that they want to encourage his behaviour of course #certainly not

some angel food distractions because the headcanons for this au are amazing :3

norrihiddleskittycap  asked:

Imagine Steve actually dating or marrying Diana Prince/Wonder Woman!

inspired by this thread because it is a brilliant head canon, oh man.

~~

“C’mon, Cap.  Just one date.”

“No, Tony.  I don’t want to be set up with anyone.”  

Tony meant well, which was half the problem.  But Steve didn’t want to go on a blind date when he already had a girlfriend (and maybe, hopefully, if he was lucky, a fiancée in just a couple more weeks).  

But it was getting harder to put Tony off.  He sighed, and picked up his phone.  They’d been having the conversation for some time now. The right time and the right place to make an official announcement.  Part of their delay was about keeping the other safe, and part of it was how deliberate and careful they’d both become when it came to the people in their lives that they cherished.   

If a dashing man showed up to your office with flowers and asked if you’d come meet his friends, would you be all right with that?

Tony was chattering on again, and it was only a few moments before Steve’s phone buzzed with a reply.

If it’s the man I’m thinking of, he’s always been a gentleman. I trust his judgment.  Yes.  

And then, a moment later:  Gladiolus.

Steve huffed a laugh, forwarding the single word to Tony’s AI. “You get that, Friday?”

“They’ll be ready, Captain Rogers.”

“-Wait, what?”  Tony stopped his ramble.  (Steve had forgotten he was still talking).  

“I’ll be back soon.  With a guest.”  He leveled his best Don’t Disappoint Captain America look at Tony.  “Be polite.”

**

When he returned, Tony’s confusion had morphed into impatience. For the span of three seconds. 

“Oh my god.  Steve. Please tell me what I think you’re telling me.  Oh my god.”

Diana set her bouquet down gently and gave Steve an indulgent, impish smile.  “Steven and I thought it was time we meet each other’s friends.”

Steve felt his smile nearly split his face.  “Tony, this is my girlfriend, Diana.”

“I really should have seen this coming.  Rescind the ‘genius’ title.”

Which, Steve was pretty sure, was as close to ‘speechless’ as Tony ever got.  

The Real You--Imagine #24

“megababygirl1678: Hi i was wondering if you could do one where like you tell him that you like him through a note and he doesnt say anything for a couple days but for some reason you find yourselves alone in a room and he tells you he has feeling for you and you become bf/gf you probably wont read this but it would literally mean the world to me Thanks

A/N: Thank you for being patient and waiting for this! Hope this lives up to your expectations, love! <3 Keep dreaming!~Logan


I drew in another deep breath. I could do this. I folded up the confession of my adoration of c/n that I had written on a small piece of paper. 

Lifting myself up from my lunch table, my friend patted me on the back, smiling up at me encouragingly. With another deep sigh, I let my feet carry me over to c/n’s lunch table. 

C/n along with a couple of his friend’s eyes turned to me as soon as I uttered a greeting. The attention made my heart skip beats, and I extended the note tightly clutched in my shaking hand.

“Umm, I-I just wanted t-to give this to y-you,” I mumbled, blushing furiously, as his fingers brushed mine when he grabbed the folded paper. 

He smiled softly up at me from his seat, and I gave him a flustered grin back before scurrying away. 

“Well?” y/f/n asked

“Umm, I don’t know,” I muttered, sneaking a glance at c/n’s table.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” y/f/n practically shrieked, gripping your arm.

“I sort of just gave it to him and ran back,” I mumbled, pushing some strands of hair behind my ear. 

Y/f/n stared at me with a disbelieving expression on her face. Without warning  she smashed her face into the lunch table, banging it while asking “why” repeatedly. Finally, she lifted her head, looking at me exasperatedly. 

“Why would you do that, y/n?”

“Because I got nervous,” I flung my hands up, annoyed with her. 

“Well, I can’t be too hard on you. You have a billion times more courage than most, being that you actually confronted him,” she smiled. 

“I just hope he answers me at least by the end of the day,” I muttered, looking again to where he was sitting, now laughing with his friends. 

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Two days had passed since I had given c/n the note. All I had scribbled on there was that I liked him. It wasn’t the most clever thing ever but what else was I supposed to say? I figured being straightforward was the best thing to do. The only other thing I’d put had been ‘Do you like me back?’. Only he hadn’t even glanced in my direction these past two days and I was beginning to feel as if I had messed everything up. 

I walked into class, then remembered I had forgotten one of my notebooks for my class. Hurrying quickly so as not to disrupt my teacher’s delicate emotional balance, I reached my locker. 

A large hand landed on my shoulder, and I gasped, turning around so abruptly my locker slammed close. 

C/n leaned into me, his other hand resting on my locker behind me right next to my head. Our eyes met and I felt like the air had been knocked out of me. The scent of his cologne engulfed me and I had to keep my legs from shaking due to our close proximity. 

“I believe I have something that’s yours,” he murmured, pulling a small slip of paper from his hoodie with the hand that wasn’t on the locker behind me. 

I gingerly took it from his hand, my mind still muddled by his sudden closeness. 

“Open it,” his voice rumbled, grazing my ear with his nose. 

I shuddered and prayed that he didn’t notice, while I shakily unfolded the slip of paper that was all too familiar. Underneath the question I had written, in his boyish hand-writing he had answered, ‘Go on a date with me and I’ll let you know’. 

My face grew hot. Confused, I looked up from the note to find his face creased with worry. It made me feel better to know I wasn’t the only one who was anxious about this whole thing. 

“I don’t,” I pushed my hair back, clearing my throat, “I don’t understand?”

“What’s not to understand?”

“Well, why do you need to go on a date with me to tell me if you like me or not?” I was shocked at my own inquisitions since I normally couldn’t get a full sentence out around him. 

He shook his head, a small smile softening the lines that had formed between his eyebrows. He leaned forward even closer and my breath caught in my throat. 

“Y/n, if I didn’t like you I wouldn’t have asked you on a date. But I don’t know anything about you really except that your smile can light up a room and you have an incredible ability to make me really nervous and sweaty–wow, umm, TMI, sorry,” he pushed off the lockers and scrubbed his hands through his hair. Taking a deep breath, he set his hands on my shoulders, his thumb caressing the side of my neck. “What I’m trying to say is that, I want to like more than just the fantasy version of you that I have in my head. I want to know the real you,” he finished, letting out a shaky breath. 

“What would the fantasy version of me do in this case?” I asked, barely getting the words out.

A scarlet blush crawled up his neck and settled over his face, his thumb stopping its ministrations on my neck.

“I-I-you’d-Jesus,” he breathed out. “You’d kiss me. But, obviously that’s just my thoughts and you really don’t need to and I don’t expect you to even go on a date with m–”

With more courage than I knew I even had, I lifted up on tip-toes to press a feather light kiss on his pink lips, silencing him effectively. When I pulled back, I tried to regain my breath because I still was in shock at myself and what I had just done. I was never one for bold moves. What was this boy doing to me? 

His e/c eyes flitted open and drank me in, face slack with awe. It was probably my favorite sight ever. 

“There’s more where that came from. But to get them, you’ll have to take me out on that date,” I smiled, blushing. 

He looked at me with that awe on his face, and then suddenly ran down the hall muttering something about having to tell his friends. Before he made it around the corner he stopped, abruptly, turned and ran back. 

I didn’t have time to register anything before his lips met mine and pulled back swiftly. 

“I’ll pick you up at your house. 7 o’clock. Tonight. Wear whatever. You’d be stunning even in sweatpants. I’m taking you to your favorite restaurant.”

And he was sprinting full speed down the hall. I snapped out of the reverie I’d been in.

“How’ll you get to my place? You don’t have the address!” I shouted.

“Text it to me!” He shouted back.

“I don’t have your number!” 

“Flip over the note!”

And sure enough, on the back of the note he’d left his number. 

Colors

Originally posted by bullet-for-my-valentine09


Alex Standall x Reader
Request: Reader letting Alex paint their nails
Word Count: 334
A/N: Another Alex Standall x Reader for my lovely! <3 This one is more of a blurb, I don’t know how good I am with writing shorter things but I think I did pretty good. I tried to do my best without including a lot of extra so hopefully you all enjoy! :) Also I want to point out that I’m doing really well with getting imagines out in a decent amount of time, and also there will be a lot more Alex imagines because currently that’s all the requests I have. So please request something if you want! One last thing, This GIF ugh, now I’m having Alex feels! <3
Warnings: None
(Y/F/C) = Your favorite color
Italics = You, Bold = Alex

   You were sitting down at your desk, pulling out your nail polish bags. Alex had his body spread out on your bed, watching you. By the way he was observing you, you knew that he’d become interested in what you were doing.
“You should let me paint your nails.” You hummed rummaging around inside the bag and pulled out the (Y/F/C) nail polish that you loved so much. “Get over here then,” you said giggling, then scooting over to make room for him. To say the least, you were actually kind of excited, you’ve always wanted to do something ‘cute’ like this with him. You slid the nail polish over to his side and spread your hands out on the desk. “Have you ever painted nails before?” Alex shook his head, taking the top off and wiping the excess (Y/F/C) polish on the side of the bottle. You raised an eyebrow at him, surprised. “Are you lying to me?” You asked giggling. “No, but I’ve seen you do this many times so I guess you could say I’ve picked up a few skills,” he winked, then chuckled as your giggles turned into a full blown laugh.
Starting with your thumb, he brought the brush to your nail and attempted to put a nice coat of polish on. Alex then proceeded to paint your other nails, he was a little sloppy sometimes, but overall he’d done a good job. “Are you gonna put a second coat on that?” He looked up at you confused, and you had to say, it was the most adorable thing ever. “Am I supposed to?” “Well, you don’t have to but…please?” He sighed but followed your instructions, “Anything for you princess.”
When he was done, you held your hands up and smiled a little bit. “You did good, I’m impressed.” You leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Now it’s my turn,” Alex joked, taking out the black nail polish and sliding it over to you.

Boyfriend/Girlfriend Tag

Originally posted by martziplier98

Request: Your writing is AMAZING❤ Could I request an Ethan x reader? Where the reader is a youtuber and they doing the girlfriend/boyfriend challenge?

Summary: Fem!Reader and boyfriend Ethan do the boyfriend/girlfriend tag for reader’s youtube channel! Lots of fluff ensues.

A/N: Hey there kiddos, I would like to apologize for taking so long with this request. I had class today, not to mention an essay due just a couple hours ago so I mostly tried staying away from my phone. That being said I loved this request so much because there were so many possibilities for fluffy stories ahhh. I mean as it stands, it’s 1am as I’m typing this right now and I have no regrets. I’m kinda proud of this one tbh. Sorry, no self deprecating humor in this author’s note. Anyway, thanks for the request so much, it was so fun to write this! Enjoy!

Wordcount: 1131 srry I got carried away whoops

Warnings: s o m u c h f l u f f. Physically repulsive to read so much cute thing. Continue at your own risk. Also i said ‘ass’ a couple times I think.

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C: I really hate to say it, but I feel like the black community would have been better off if we were segregated. I wouldn’t want to be separated from other races because I think diversity is important to learn about other cultures. But at the same time, I feel like our community wouldn’t be so broken. Before integration, even though times were hard, we were more united as a community and during the Civil Rights/Black Power Movement, we started to love ourselves and celebrate our blackness. Now in 2017, while we’ve made a lot of progress in some areas, the black community has never been more divided. Black men hate black women and vice versa. Black love is almost nonexistent. Self hate is a huge problem especially with black men. While white supremacy has a lot to do with the rift in the black community, it’s also because of the influence of the white media upholding whiteness as the ideal standard and just being surrounded by whiteness/white people in general. That’s why, at least in my experience, black people growing up in suburban/white areas tend to carry more self hate. I’m not saying segregation is the answer to our problems, but I think integration into white society along with other factors has a lot to do with the problems we have today. 

Now and Always

Jason asks you a question you were far from expecting.

[F/n] - First Name [e/c] - Eye Color

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Turning under your comforter you felt around in the bed. Brows furrowed in confusion upon finding your fiancé missing.

“Jay?” groggily asking while eyes opening. Looking around the room, he was nowhere to be found. Having not heard Addilyn over the baby monitor and Jay having come home from patrol hours ago, you were finding yourself stumped. Where was that boy?

Slipping out from under the blankets, a shiver ran up your spine from the cold floor. Padding out of the room and around the apartment, not in the living room, kitchen, bathroom. But there was one more room to check.

Quietly tiptoeing down the hallway and peering around the open doorway. You saw Jason sitting in a rocking chair watching your daughter sleep in her crib.

A soft smile graced your lips as you quietly came into the room. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders and chin resting in his neck. He reached up one hand intertwining his fingers with yours.

“Did I wake you? I wasn’t meaning too”  he sighed before looking over.

Chuckling and answering, “I know, it’s just second nature to know when your not with me now”

“I didn’t hear the monitor, what woke you?” placing a kiss on his temple as you spoke.

He shrugged, “I just… I missed her tonight. I wasn’t able to get back from patrol early enough to see her.”

Unwrapping your arms from his neck and puling you in front of him, then onto his lap. Wrapping his arms around your waist he let out a content sigh resting his head on your shoulder. “I missed you too”

Smiling you had one arm wrapped around his shoulder and while running a hand through his hair. Both staying like that for a few minutes before being brought back to reality by Addilyn’s little noises.

Looking over you both chuckled at the sleeping infant. “Only one month and she already has us both wrapped around her pinky finger” commenting while looking back at Jason.

He smiled before placing a soft kiss to your lips. “I wouldn’t have it any other way”

“Except, well maybe I’d change one thing” catching your attention. “And what would that be?”

“Can we have another?” he proposed, eyes widening in shock while you looked at him.

“Y-you mean?” glancing over at the crib.

“Yeah. Babe, I just… I love Addie so much and I love you. I don’t know I just want to give you the family you’ve talked about.” he babbled his reasoning. “You deserve the world for everything you put up with when it comes to me and-“ cutting him off with a finger over his lips.

Taking his hand you led him out of the baby’s room as to not wake her. Pulling him out to the balcony, where it was a comfortable summer night.

“First things first. It’s not ‘putting up with you’ when I love you more than the world itself. Where’s all of this coming from love?” taking his hands in your own.

His expression softened upon meeting your [e/c] eyes. “I-” pausing, “I don’t want to miss anything else” he confessed. “I know she’s only a month old but.. I already feel like I’ve missed so much with having to work both day and night. I’ve just been thinking maybe it’s time to cut back on the hero thing and really have this family. [F/n] I want to have another baby. Not now because we’ve got our hands full with just one, but in a year or so.”

After registering his words, you asked “are you sure you want to give up being Red Hood?” looking for some clarification.

“I don’t want to give it up completely and hang the guys out to dry but, I’m ready to cut back. I’m ready to be here every night help you put her to bed. Ready to alternate shifts the entire night when she’s fussy or has a bad dream. I want to be the father to her that I never had.” his tone was calm yet passionate.

Expression softening before stating  “Whatever you choose I’ll support you every step and so will your family. As for another baby, lets just wait until we feel the time is right. We have enough on our plate with the little sleeping beauty in there” you laughed before gesturing to the apartment.

Jason let a beaming smile decorate his features as he leaned down and kissed you with the same amount of passion as his prior words. You loved this man more than anything and he still found ways to make you love him even more.

“I love you so goddamn much” he gushed before kissing you again.

“And I love you, now and always” confessing as you pulled away.

Sadly, the moment was interrupted by a high pitched crying. Both looking at the balcony door Jason kissed you again before saying, “I got her” and walking inside.

Watching him enter the apartment you smiled, muttering “how did I get so lucky?” before following to help him.

Things I Learned in my First Year of Vet School

1. Vet school isn’t fun. It’s not supposed to be. You will spend most of your time studying until your head is spinning. But it’s also not unbearable. You can do this!

2. Cramming doesn’t work anymore. In undergrad, I was never one of those studyblr students that has perfect notes and starts studying a month ahead of time. I was able to get away with one or two nights of studying for most tests, and a few minutes for most quizzes. That’s not the case anymore. I plan out which lectures I’m going to study every day so I can get all of them in by two days before the test. Then I review everything the night before the test.

3. That said, even if you were a studyblr type student in undergrad, your previous study methods might not work anymore either. I used to just look over notes over and over again until I had a majority of it in my short term memory, spit it out on the test the next day, and then forget most of it. Now, there’s just too much information for that to work anymore. Or, maybe it’s more that professors ask much more specific questions on tests, so having a general idea of everything doesn’t work. I had to go to making flashcards using Quizlet to study, and making sure I go over all my lecture notes a second time once I get home. If what you’re doing doesn’t work, find something different, because you don’t have unlimited chances. Also, the earlier you start studying, the more wiggle room you have if something comes up - a mental health day, an emergency, etc.

4. Failing a test is not failing vet school. You can pick your grade back up. C=DVM.

5. You have time for just about anything you want to make time for. Now, you can’t do everything, of course. This is vet school and you have approximately 2.5 full-time jobs’ worth of class and studying to do every week. You do have to pick and choose things. But if you want to read books, you can do that. If you want to join clubs, you can do that. If you want to play sports, you can do that. If you want to go out on the weekends, you can do that. Now, you might not be able to do all of those (and probably definitely not on the same day), and you might not be able to do them consistently every day/week, but you can still do them. You just have to decide what is a priority for you and schedule your studying around that. And believe me, you NEED to make something besides vet school a priority, or you’re going to break down.

6. Your classmates can be some of your best resources. We all have different backgrounds. For example, I have a lot of large animal experience, which many of my classmates are lacking. Several of my classmates are from states where vet tech licensing is pointless because Joe Schmoe can come in and do cystocentesis, read ear cytologies, and place IV catheters, whereas in my state you can’t do any of those things without a license. One of them is helping me design my wedding invitations because she was a graphic design major. Discover who you study the best with and stick with them! And don’t count someone out immediately - my two best friends here are people who I thought I wouldn’t like when I first met them.

7. …and they can also be one of your biggest sources of stress. Especially if you live with them. Vet school is a lot like high school - you can’t escape the people you spend 8+ hours a day with. Everyone knows everyone. Word travels fast - you don’t want to end up being the one everyone avoids. Keep your head low, and avoid living with classmates your first year if you can.

8. You’re not competing anymore. Don’t act like you are. There are try-hards and gunners in every class. Nobody likes them. We’re all going to be vets in the end, so there’s no reason to annoy everyone else by being a teacher’s pet or constantly trying to demonstrate how smart you are. Nobody likes someone that complains about getting an 87 when you could’ve gotten a 90. On that note - DON’T COMPARE YOURSELF TO ANYONE ELSE! Just because you got a 75 and they got a 95 doesn’t mean that they’re any better than you are or will be a better vet. You know what they call the guy that graduated at the bottom of his vet school class? A doctor.

9. You need a support system. There will be plenty of crying, and you’re going to need someone who can remind you that you can do this, and everything will be all right. Whether this is made of your best friends back home, your family, your SO, or your new friends you make here, it’s a necessity!

10. You can do a long distance relationship if you make it a priority. See #5. I did it, and I have lots of classmates that are doing it too. It sucks, but it’s doable. This requires a pretty solid foundation though - your 3-month relationship is less likely to survive than a married, engaged, or otherwise long-term relationship. It’s a good idea to take a hard look at your relationship and make sure that this is something you really want to spend time on. You don’t have time for relationship drama in vet school, and you definitely don’t have time to be distraught over a breakup.

11. Look at everyone else’s cadavers. If your school is anything like mine, you’ll be asked questions on everyone’s cadavers. If you get your choice of dog cadaver, pick the biggest one you can. It’s easier to find things in a bigger dog.

12. If you need help, ask for it. Whether this is for study help from professors, counseling from the school’s service, or money advice from the financial office, the resources are there - use them!

13. You have to take care of yourself. Sleep, actual food, and taking breaks are super important. An economics concept is in play here - the law of diminishing returns. There comes a point when the amount of studying you will need to do in order to get any more points on your test is so exponentially steep that it will actually be a better idea for you to do something else to improve your grade - and that’s called self care. You can’t know everything, so don’t kill yourself trying.

anonymous asked:

The reason we haven't really gotten bumblebee yet is because Miles and Kerry don't know how to do romance well. They've admitted as much on podcasts, they don't know how to write it. That's why they've been so cautious and silent about any ships, especially one that would mean so much to the fandom, and one that they would absolutely be crucified for if they got something wrong or rushed. That's why it's taken so long, they're taking their time to make it right, and avoid angry fans

And if that’s the case, then I 100% support it. Though they did well with Jaune and Pyrrha, even though those two never really had the chance to “be” romantic. 

I’m all for taking the time to do it right, and RWBY has never been about romance (which I actually enjoy) so anything related to Bumbleby would be more of a B or C story. That’s why the whole “there’s no buildup” argument is dumb. For one, there has been plenty of build up and two, they’re not suddenly together now just because of the song. They have all the time in the world to get Blake and Yang to that place. 

I am not about to come on here and run Miles and Kerry into the ground. They’ve done nothing to upset me with the show, they’ve given me a great world with great characters that I love. Kerry’s answer to LGBT characters in the show and about not “wanting to make it a thing” I think was his way of saying that he didn’t just want token gay characters. Which is good, and if it were Blake and Yang they would definitely not be that because they’re principle characters in the show. Their names are a part of the title 

At the same time though, this song and all the moments Blake and Yang have had deserve the payoff at some point. I would just like some kind of small confirmation that they get it and that either Blake or Yang or both are in that headspace of actually having romantic feelings for one another. They don’t need to kiss in volume 5, but it would be nice to put to ease the doubt and be able to know that it’s a part of the direction going forward. 

niice-pants  asked:

Could you do some more whose line stuff? I love the stuff you've posted <3

Actually I randomly started rewatching Whose Line and Improv-a-ganza recently so yeah! :D

I really wanted to reply to this with actuall drawing but it turns out that drawing someone I didn’t draw in few months in kinda different style is harder than I expected… But I have some small doodles! :D

I hope they’re okey~ This is the first time ever I made decent drawings of Greg and Chip and I personally love them~ XD

Also yes, I’ll draw more of them, hopefully~ Wouldn’t mind suggestions who to draw doing what (because drawing just faces in simple style may be a bit… repetitive~ :D)

anonymous asked:

Snart's body language in several of tonight's scenes has in the past been indicative of him A) keeping an uncomfortable secret B) being coerced or C) unhappy with having to manipulate Mick. I hope we get to find out how exactly he was recruited because I'm betting its D) All of the above.

I’m… not sure I agree, anon. I don’t have the time/energy tonight to do a full analysis, but I promise I will try to check out more of his body language when I get time to see if I can find any evidence that. 

For now, here’s some of my thoughts:

A huge thing (for me) to note though was that Len wasn’t wearing gloves all episode. I’ve talked before both about gloves and about Len’s hands and how important they are for communicating and expressing himself, among other things.

The hallucination!Len was wearing gloves, so was the hologram!Len and the speedforce!Len. He almost always wears gloves when he’s in Captain Cold regalia and on the job. To see him without them is both an indication that this is the ‘real’ Len, and, I think, an indication that he’s really himself.

I don’t think Len was coerced. I think he was told he dies and why, and that the Spear of Destiny could let him rewrite time without causing an aberration so that he could survive. That’s all it took, because he’s a survivor, and without having gone through all that, it’s hard for him to fathom why he would want to, and he’s going to emotionally/mentally rebel against the notion and against the people who apparently turned him ‘soft’ as a defense mechanism now.

I don’t think he’s keeping any major secrets because we often see Len with his hands in his pockets when he’s keeping a secret or has a dual agenda, and I didn’t notice him doing that here. I can think of three scenes off the top of my head where he’s done it before when he’s keeping a secret, the hands in pockets thing. Not that that’s gonna be a perfect indicator, but if he is keeping a secret, I think it’s more of the “I want to steal the spear from these assholes and keep it for myself” variety?

As for being unhappy having to manipulate Mick… while I’d agree, I again don’t think that’s down to coercion. I think he’s pissed that Mick is with the team because Mick is his partner. Seeing him on the side of the ‘white hats’ is almost personally offensive to him, since he hasn’t been through all that alongside Mick and he knows he dies for it (again, that defensive push back). He’s feeling betrayed and angry and he’s communicating with Mick through violence and vicious words because they’re on opposing sides and he and Mick have never hesitated to pull their weapons on each other, but this is more personal now. 

He said how he respected the man that Mick was, the Mick he knows. This is a Mick he’s… not even sure how to take. And it’s getting under his skin. It’s proof that Mick changed and that he can change, did change. This Len doesn’t think that’s a good thing. Doesn’t want Mick to be living evidence. He wants his Mick back.

Is that okay? Hell no. He’s being a total dick, manipulative and abusive. But I genuinely believe, until we get evidence to the contrary, that it’s authentic.

anonymous asked:

You don't know what S and C would 'have had enough of'? Are you new to the fandom (serious question)? If so, maybe you didn't see all that was written about MM on tumblr. Not IG, everyone knows about that, I'm talking about shipper blogs. Tony copped some shit for a while too. And the constant prying into their private lives, all of which they said they were hurt by. They denied (several times) being in a relationship but were ignored. That's why I think they'd had enough. Why else do it?

You are right, I am new-ish here. I joined the fandom around October 2016 so I’ve missed a lot. I started out as a lurker, but asked lots of Anons and made some lovely friends that answered all my burning questions.

As for what they’ve had “enough” of? I’d be surprised if it was Tumblr commentary. I was discussing this whole fiasco with someone on Twitter yesterday. She doesn’t have Tumblr so she had NO IDEA what was being said over here. Even on Twitter, unless you’re tagged or tweeted @, you need to go looking. Celebrities get hate all the time online. Why is one faction of their fandom, on a platform they’re not on, such a bother?

If people shipping them was such a burden, why not drive the point home after the IFH? It was perfect timing. They could have changed their behavior then (and given all their castmates the memo, too). Everyone is angry/confused because there was a lot of “flip flopping” with their message between the IFH and now. Politicians get accused of “flip flopping” ALL THE TIME. That’s why PR and communications people work with them and their entire staff on talking points so there is no confusion on the message they deliver to the public.

So why didn’t they do it then? Why now? None of this shit is new–not the shipping, not the hate towards their supposed SOs. People are more angry now because the conflicting messages have gone on for a very long time and it looks like they were playing both sides. I do think there is a way to Ship respectfully, and court shippers with good humor and honesty. The majority of Shippers were respectful, but the courting was not done honestly IMO.

BTW I think the entity know as “Samzie” is fake as hell. I don’t know why it’s being done, but that relationship makes no sense. If S and C had enough of anything, I’d say it was trying to sell “Samzie” with subtlety. 

(Callout post)

I’m sorry to clog anyone’s dash but this is very important

The user above has been stalking and hate following me with malicious intent for about 8 months, possibly more now, simply because me, an African American, ID as E//nric/o Pu/c//ci

I’d like to remind you that kin/IDing as a character can just be used as a coping mechanism, and that I have done nothing to this user, yet they have threatened to KILL ME multiple times because of who I’m kin with. Please keep in mind that they are 2 years older than me and white

They are also manipulative and send, or sometimes post, pictures of their self harm scars and tell people they know that they are the cause of it or it’s their fault. They cover up for this behavior by guilt tripping others by threatening to kill themselves, claiming it’s how they ask for help/reach out, or even try to play victim

I have asked before if me following them made them feel uncomfortable in any way, trying to avoid any conflict, and they said no, even though obviously it does. I refuse to be mistreated after I’ve tried to avoid this kind of situation, especially over something so unimportant

I HAVE PROOF, HOWEVER I cannot post it online due to privacy reasons. You may pm me anytime for it though and I’ll gladly show

(Also keep in mind this user mass deletes posts, pictures, or any kind of evidence of themselves acting this way, so public evidence is hard to find. Not only that but I have blocked them out of fear for my life so I can’t message or look at previous conversations between us)

Please reblog if you can, and have a nice day

anonymous asked:

Hey! if the Mutsuki vol. cover really is a recall to one of the last drawings Ishida made, what do you think about the song referenced, Onaji Hanashi, and Mutsuki's (and Urie's also) actual situation? I hope this is not a death flag ;-;;; Have a great day C;

You mean this picture?

I had always presumed it was Touka, bu the unevenness of the hair and it’s light shade looks more like Mutsuki’s post torture hair then Touka’s current hair. 

That in itself begs an interesting question, why exactly is Mutsuki shown with his back facing towards a window in a pose that Touka has been drawn several times before. Is it because Mutsuki has now ostensibly taken Touka’s place in the story, the one who waits forever for Kaneki to come home, while Kaneki enjoys his life with what is his mortal enemies, ghouls. (While in the other way around, it was Kaneki enjoying his life with the CCG while Touka waited for him as a ghoul). 

There’s a couple possible meaning of that posing alone, that Kaneki’s current place in the world isn’t the place where he truly belongs but once again, he’s trying to force a lie just like Haise into working because it’s most comfortable to him. While he does that he makes his allies who are not currently around him into even worse and worse conditions as a symptom of his abandonment. 

However, in regards to Mutsuki the song could in fact apply to him and Urie. Especially since the two of them share volume covers one right after the other. Reminder that this, is Urie’s volume cover, his mouth being taped shut. 

Which falls in line with the events of this chapter, Urie trying to confront Mutsuki but not speaking about what he directly knows and should confront Mutsuki about and therefore being unable to make any kind of significant difference. He’s not being heard because he’s not speaking up.

Which also connects to the song, which is ostensibly about two people attempting to communicate but being unable to hear each other at all.  The second italicized voice definitely sounds like Urie, who is trying to offer both a home, care and reassurance to Mutsuki, which Mutsuki won’t even bother to notice or care about because it’s not coming from Sasaki, a person who he’s become fixated on as the source of all of those things. 

Where are you?
*I’m right here beside the window […]


Let’s talk
It’s ok, you first

Where are you now?
I’m right here beside you

What are you looking at?
I’m looking at you

Where are you going?
I’m not going anywhere

…… 
I’ll be always here right beside you

And then,
I took a gaze on you

And then,
It’s always the same story […]

And then,
I laughed while crying

Why I Still Think Caryl Is Coming, Despite Potential Troubling Spoilers For Some:

If some of you don’t know, Daryl and Carol were seen filming together, along with Tara and Morgan. Rick and Father Gabriel were filming, too, but at The Sanctuary. Rick was wearing a white band and so was Daryl, however, Carol was wearing a red band, along with the other people from The Kingdom. 
For some people, this means that Carol is living at The Kingdom (very plausible) and that Caryl’s chances are lower, whereas C@rzekiel’s are higher (I disagree).
And I will explain why.


NR had clearly stated that Carol means more to Daryl than ANYTHING. He cares about her more than anything else, and we saw that. We’ve always seen that but 7x10 made it extremely obvious. 
Scott Gimple had said that Daryl didn’t necessarily want to leave her in 7x10 but he allows her her solitude, even though that’s not what he wants for her or for him. He’d like to have her back.

If Carol does live at The Kingdom, I highly doubt that Daryl won’t follow her. He JUST got her back. If she leaves, again, to go live somewhere else, I do believe that Daryl will follow. 
Daryl has been less and less under Rick’s thumb and has made decisions even in spite of Rick’s advice, showing that Daryl was starting to take more initiative (not to become a leader, just in his own life). This is good. 

In 7x10, Daryl did not spend his time trying to get Ez3kiel to fight or stare him into submission, as Rick suggested. He wasn’t around him at all. Instead, he talked to Morgan about Carol, he went off on a mission with Richard until he realized Richard was planning on setting Carol up for murder, Daryl ends up beating Richard and leaves to go find Carol. 

Meanwhile, Carol opens the door to Ez3kiel and his people, looking annoyed (as she always has when answering the door to someone who wasn’t Daryl) and made it aware that she only opened the door because they tripped her wires. They eventually leave, she goes back inside and ONLY THEN, do we see her reading a romance novel (that the show CREATED) called Denim Dreams. A few seconds later, Daryl knocks, she’s already annoyed, opens the door ready to shoot off attitude, UNTIL she realizes that it’s Daryl (conveniently all dressed up in denim, same as Carol herself)
She immediately tears up, becomes breathless and reaches him in for a hug.
Daryl’s almost in tears and his voice breaks when he asks ‘’ Why’d you go? ‘’.

Later, hours have passed clearly, because we went from them reuniting on the porch in broad daylight, to them being inside while it’s pitch black dark outside. She says that she couldn’t lose Daryl. She cries. She asks if anything happened back AT HOME (Alexandria). Daryl lies for her. Daryl does this to protect her inside and out.
He’s the first and only person who manages to make her smile and laugh in this episode, for the first time, in a long time.  
She feeds Daryl and as Daryl is eating, she’s staring at him lovingly.

When Daryl walks out the door and away, Carol looks kind of disappointed and sad. When Daryl turns around, she puts her hands in her pockets, looking nervous and he turns around and goes back to hug her. 
Carol hugs him, she puts her hands in Daryl’s hair, almost pulling him closer, nuzzles him and we can clearly hear her breathing him in.

When he leaves, she struggles, She almost goes after him either to leave with him or to ask him to stay a bit longer. She decides to stay back. 

None of this was for nothing. There was a reason for all of this and even if it was just to throw Caryl’ers a bone because they don’t want to lose us, they could have done so in a much, much different way that didn’t have such romantic vibes. They wouldn’t have gone through all the effort of creating a whole romance novel. 


You don’t do that when you’re just trying to throw people a bone.

In 7x13, the One Way sign Carol had was pointing backwards the whole entire time that she was heading toward The Kingdom. 
In that same episode, when Morgan tells her what happened, her head turns toward where Daryl was sitting in 7x10.

In 7x16, we didn’t get a Caryl scene, as we all knew, but if you want to fish for something, at Sasha’s funeral, Carol was standing beside Daryl. She had The Kingdom armor off, while everyone else from The Kingdom had it on, still.

This isn’t even mentioning everything. As far as signs go, we’ve been given signs of a Caryl romance for a while now.
Even if Season 6 had set things back a little. Even in Season 6, when Daryl finds Carol at The Sanctuary, their reunion is paralleled exactly to Glenn and Maggie’s.

There have been parallels of Caryl with other romantic canon couples as well, Glenn and Maggie, R!chonne, even Sherry and Dwight.


So, no, Caryl’s ship has not sailed. It isn’t hopless.
These spoilers don’t mean anything bad for Caryl. In fact, it’s good that they were filming together at all, plus, not to mention, there was yet ANOTHER One Way sign, happening to point at Daryl.
HE is her one way. Maybe not Alexandria, but him.

Melissa had confirmed that in 7x13, the One Way was pointing backwards but she couldn’t elaborate on why. Why couldn’t she? Because it’d be a spoiler.

I firmly believe that Daryl is her ‘’ one way ‘’. I firmly believe that Carol loves Daryl because we have been shown that, the same way we’ve been shown that Daryl loves Carol.


Colored bands don’t mean anything, especially after everything.


If she is living at The Kingdom now, there’s no reason to think that Daryl wouldn’t follow her. We don’t know what tomorrow’s filming spoilers will be. We don’t know what’s going to happen. We still have 15 more episodes left to go. 15, guys. A bunch can happen in 15 episodes.


We got more in 7x10 than we’ve ever had in favor of Caryl. 

There is nobody else for Daryl. The only one he loves, trusts and cares about more than anything is Carol. The only one SHE trusts, loves and cares about more than anything is Daryl and the show has SHOWN US THAT.
That does not leave any room for someone else. 
If Carol and Ez3kiel do become canon, is Ez3kiel going to be so cool with Carol meaning more to Daryl than anything? Is he going to be cool with Carol looking at Daryl adoringly? Is he going to be cool with her nuzzling and breathing in another man? 


Would she do that while in a relationship?
No, likely not, but the only person they have shown her doing that with, getting that close is only Daryl. They didn’t just show that for it to be a one time thing while they intended on making C@rzekiel, the less popular ship, canon. 

Not to mention, everyone knows how popular Caryl is. 82% of fans want Daryl and Carol together, whereas 17% wanted Carol with The King. They’ve had more polls since then, but still, Caryl ALWAYS wins. 
                                         
Not to mention, the media rants and raves about Caryl. 
Caryl has been mentioned in other shows. 
Caryl is extremely popular and very requested and desired and they know this.
AMC knows this. 


They have already lost views, why would they risk losing more views and more money? Why would they choose to spit in the face of all Caryl’ers after teasing us and promoting Caryl to us, only to have the less popular ship C@rzekiel happen?
Carol already had a midship, with Tobin, during her time of struggle. That part of her life is over.

I suggest that we wait. I suggest that we try not to read into the filming spoilers too much right now, in terms of Caryl or C@rzekiel because we don’t know what’s going to happen. We don’t have proof that she’s actually living there. It is a strong possibility but we also don’t know whether or not Daryl will follow her. Once we know, then we can start to theorize. 
Caryl weren’t showing up in filming until just today. They were fairly MIA before so that means that we also don’t know what else has already happened. Perhaps they didn’t film anything together before today, and perhaps they had filmed something inside that we couldn’t see. 
Fact is, WE DON’T KNOW MUCH. This is still so early. 

I am still so optimistic about Caryl. The signs are there. There’s a lot more but I’m not in the mood to write more of a novel but I will keep posting regularly.

Caryl is real and Caryl is coming. We can’t always expect a nice, smooth ride. There will be bumps along the way.  
But stay strong. Just remember everything we have received in favor of Caryl. It definitely, majorly outweighs C@rzekiel.

Just wait. The best is coming.