because it all fell apart

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Back from the void, it’s that great time of the year again, when people have fun and enjoy holydays and I decided that it would be great if I spend that joyfull summer working. At least I have air conditionner, and this is wonderful. Have some alien hunters ~ 

When Sora Leaves the Group

Ever since I wrote an essay about Yamato leaving the group, I’ve wanted to do the same for Sora. Now that I know people who just rewatched episode 22, it’s the perfect time!

I remember that when I watched episode 22 three years ago, I felt very emotional about these children leaving each other. I asked myself, “What are these children really thinking?”, since we only see this chapter from Takeru and Tokomon’s perspectives.

This episode fascinates me but it also frustrates me, because I do think this episode is extremely important to Sora’s character development, but we don’t see her perspective. Instead, Sora’s actions are a mystery until episode 26, when we finally learn her backstory. But it is so important that Sora is the first person in the group to leave!

Contrast this with Yamato. We learn about Yamato’s difficult family situation as early as episode three. Later, during the Dark Masters arc, the writers show us many scenes of how Yamato is feeling before and after he leaves the group. We also see how the children react to specifically seeing Yamato leave the group. Therefore, the weight of Yamato leaving is heavier to the viewer than the weight of Sora leaving, even though I believe that these actions are equally important, and we all know that these two actions parallel each other.

So yes, let’s talk about Sora leaving the group!

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Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook Reaction to You Coming Home Drunk After An Argument With Him

Part of Coming home drunk

Part I, Part II, Part III

I decided to make this lighter than the drug scenario. I still think it would be completely immature to walk out and get drunk because of an argument, but honestly I feel like if you came back within an hour or two, the boys would be okay.

Note: Relationships are about communication. It’s okay to fight, but it’s not okay for it to turn physical and it’s not okay to get high or wasted. Your safety should matter <3

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anonymous asked:

What's a dumb accomplishment you two are most proud of?

JH: i got the guts to kiss Michael first
JH: and its lame that thats it but it is

EH: Well I’m not sure. I mean, I did start a fairly famous online project for a good cause, and I have anxiety.

JH: woah what? when, and hows that dumb?

EH: Uh… well- um- there’s, it was. It was kind of for someone I didn’t even know, I don’t like talking about it because things fell apart. I’ll tell you all about it some time.

JH: okay.
JH: … i mean that is dumb–

EH: Next question.

anonymous asked:

Thoughts on Tom King seemingly stressing the "Damien as only son" connection in recent Batman comics? (Looking @ specifically bruce's talk with Thomas and his anger at Bane hanging his Son in the cave)

The cheap, quick answer is that in the New 52 continuity, history has changed enough that the Bat-Family relationships aren’t quite as familial. But my own interpretation actually lines up pretty well with those scenes, since to me - and I suspect to Tom King, as given he wrote a whole book about Dick Grayson, I doubt he considers him and the other Robins to not be ‘real’ family - the pre-Damian Robins aren’t Batman’s sons. They’re more like his brothers.

I’m fully aware that there are dozens, hundreds, perhaps thousands of comics that contradict me on this. And I’m not opposed to that interpretation by any means; hand me an “aww, Dick is his son” story and I’ll bawl with the best of them. But to me the best, most charged version of his relationship with Dick - which informs his relationship with Jason and Tim, since in a very real way Jason was initially a proxy-Dick to Bruce, and then in turn Tim was a proxy-Jason - is that the two of them are above all peers, even if Bruce has a hard time admitting it. 

The same dynamic is in play with Dick to Bruce either way, that he saved Dick from becoming like him and thereby saved himself. But when Bruce thinks of Dick as a little brother, the idea of them as peers, that they’ve suffered through the same tragedy and thereby become equals, has I think a little more spark to it. With Morrison’s take - which I take as a given until proven otherwise with Batman, as in all things - the reason Batman and Robin really worked is because deep down, they were emotionally the same age and finally found perfect playmates in one another, and the reason it all fell apart is because Dick’s the one who actually grew up (if you want to extend that idea further, Batman starting going on darker adventures and growing chest hair and moving into a bachelor pad and fucking in the 70s can be read as him essentially going through teenage rebellion to prove he’s just fine without his stupid little brother thinking he’s better than him).

Morrison put it best in his recounting of his version of Batman’s history above: each is everything the other wanted to be, Dick happy and unfazed, Bruce brilliant and kind and adventurous, both seeming untouchable and unflappable to the other…except eventually Dick realized being exactly like Bruce wouldn’t actually be a good thing, and Bruce grew colder as he became aware of that distance. I prefer it since it makes their relationship even more complicated in terms of back-and-forth emotional dynamics without taking away the love and connection at the heart of it, while at the same time slightly reducing the symbolic creepiness of dragging this kid he adopted into the line of fire when we’re to see them as occasionally tense buddies and allies, rather than as an emotionally distant father and a son who knows he’ll never be good enough. In short, it makes it all a little less lopsided. It’s even how Morrison portrayed the Batman and Robin of DC One Million, with Robin an AI recreation of how Batman would have been if he’d never experienced his formative tragedy.

Then you get Jason, who did want a father in Bruce, but Bruce really wanted his playmate back and they never fully wound up on the same page at the same time. Then Tim, who Bruce got way overprotective of because he’s overcompensating for his mistakes with Jason. And finally Damian, which actually is a father-son relationship and one he’s horrible at. And it’s only Dick, the eternal adult in the room alongside Alfred, who gets to Damian, in large part because he treats him as his brother rather than a son to be educated.

But then that invites the question that if Dick is Damian’s brother, isn’t he by extension Bruce’s son? And didn’t Bruce adopt Tim? But at the same time, Tim went to Bruce because he was spiraling out of control and Tim decided to help him, the act of a peer rather than a prospective subordinate, and Dick’s calling Bruce his brother up above even though Bruce had already adopted him by that point and had raised him. The truth is, there’s no conventional familial model for what they are. And that’s fine, because we know what they really are above all else, across all interpretations. Not quite brothers. Not exactly father and son, either.

They’re Batman and Robin.

Feeding the Flame // Spencer Reid x Reader

A/N: This was mostly just for me to get some feelings out which is why it’s written in such a way. Sorry if it doesn’t make sense to you.


The howling wind was the only thing that made a sound that night. There was a tense feeling in the air as you laid on your side of the bed, your back facing Spencer as you stared blankly at the bedroom door. Sleep avoided you, playing a merciless game of cat and mouse as you were jolted awake by a sharp pain through your skull every time you nearly fell into unconsciousness.

Spencer stared at your bare back with a deep set frown. His loving affections had been rejected tonight as you had pushed his hands away from your skin and turned away. He couldn’t remember when exactly it had turned into this. When the light had gone from your eyes, when the constant headaches left you in bed for days. When his own headaches returned but he said nothing as to not feed the growing distance. When you had both stopped trying without ever saying a word.

It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t his either. Sometimes things simply fell apart because people forgot that all gardens need tending to before the flowers wither away into nothing. Sometimes things don’t work out the way you planned, hopeful and excited for the future. Sometimes that future arrived and was nothing but a vast and dreary desert that consumed every bit of life you had left.

Spencer sighed and called your name softly, his eyes hopeful when your head turned slightly at the sound. He said sweet words that gave you a spark of warmth, something that made your heart begin to beat after feeling as if it had spent an eternity frozen in place. He opened his arms as you turned and curled into him as if he was a burning fire that would keep you warm through the harshest winter.

Your finger traced patterns onto his chest lightly, so delicately as if he would shatter to pieces at any moment. As if the peace and serenity you found in that moment would only last if neither of you dared to touch it any further.

You sighed as your head rested against his chest, his smell of citrus filling your nose and sending a wave of tranquility through your body as it realized that after all this time it was exactly where it needed to be.

Spencer closed his eyes as his face dug into your hair, it’s sweet smell of lavender and roses reminding him of the beauty your eyes had held the first time you looked at him. And so he stared down at you, your face finally calm for a moment after weeks of being at war with yourself, and felt a small weight lift from his chest. Placing a small kiss on your forehead, he tightened his grip on you ever so slightly and let himself follow you into your dreams of laughter and peace.

A DeanCas zombie apocalypse!au wherein Dean and Cas are separated from the very beginning due to their relationship not being recognized by the state. Six months after being placed in different Survival Groups and both thinking the other dead, they’ve long since given up hope for happiness in such a different, dark world. 

Until Sam goes out for a supply run.

Insisting on going by himself, he gets trapped in a beaten down car surrounded by the Undead, and is saved by a mysterious bed-headed man with a wooden baton. With darkness quickly approaching and so close to a hot zone, Sam and the stranger bunk in the nearest, safest nook they can find for the night, and exchange stories of Before and During with mouths full of baked beans. 

Or, rather, the mysterious man talks… Sam listens, raptly, to a love story that transcends even the end of the world.

The man moves his beans around his mouth as if savouring every greasy bite. He swallows with solemn blue eyes. “Before has been put to rest,” he says, voice gravel-rough. “What’s before us now is what truly matters.”

Sam bites his lip and nods into his can. “Who’d you lose?”

For the first time since they’ve met, the man looks shaken. He pushes around his food and swallows thickly, shoulders tense. “A man,” he says cautiously. The corner of his lips turn up in a ghost of a smile. “The most wonderful man.”

I was reading about the betrayal of Benedict Arnold, and it’s really interesting! I guess I didn’t realize how close he was to being able to turn West Point over to the British.

But it all fell apart because of the capture of British Major John André:

Arnold commanded West Point and had agreed to surrender it to the British for £20,000 (approximately $3.5 million in 2016 dollars[2])—a move that would have enabled the British to cut off New England from the rest of the colonies.

André went up the Hudson River on the British sloop-of-war Vulture on Wednesday, 20 September 1780 to visit Arnold. On the following night, a small boat furnished by Arnold was steered to the Vulture by Joshua Hett Smith. At the oars were two brothers, tenants of Smith’s who reluctantly rowed the boat six miles on the river to the sloop. Despite Arnold’s assurances, the two oarsmen sensed that something was wrong. None of these men knew Arnold’s purpose or suspected his treason; all were told that the purpose was to do good for the patriot cause. Only Smith was told anything specific, and that was the lie that it was to secure vital intelligence for the American cause. The brothers finally agreed to row after threats by Arnold to arrest them. They picked up André and placed him on shore. The others left and Arnold came to André on horseback, leading an extra horse for André’s use.

The two men conferred in the woods below Stony Point until nearly dawn, after which André accompanied Arnold several miles to the Joshua Hett Smith House (Treason House) in West Haverstraw, New York, owned by Thomas Smith and occupied by his brother Joshua. Soon thereafter on the morning of 22 September, American troops commanded by Col. James Livingston guarding Verplanck’s Point across the river began firing on the Vulture, which received many hits and was forced to retire down river without André.

Unfortunately for him, he wasn’t exactly 007:

To aid André’s escape through American lines, Arnold provided him with civilian clothes and a passport which allowed him to travel under the name John Anderson. He bore six papers hidden in his stocking, written in Arnold’s hand, that showed the British how to take the fort. This was unnecessary, since Clinton already knew the fort’s layout. Joshua Hett Smith, who was accompanying him, left him just before he was captured.

André rode on in safety until 9 a.m. on 23 September, when he came near Tarrytown, New York, where armed militiamen John Paulding, Isaac Van Wart, and David Williams stopped him.[3][4]

André thought that they were Tories because one was wearing a Hessian soldier’s overcoat. “Gentlemen,” he said, “I hope you belong to our party.” “What party?” asked one of the men. “The lower party,” replied André, meaning the British. “We do,” was the answer. André then told them that he was a British officer who must not be detained, when, to his surprise, they said that they were Americans, and that he was their prisoner. He then told them that he was an American officer and showed them his passport, but the suspicions of his captors were now aroused. They searched him and found Arnold’s papers in his stocking. Only Paulding could read and Arnold was not initially suspected. André offered them his horse and watch, if they would let him go, but they did not accept the bribe. André testified at his trial that the men searched his boots for the purpose of robbing him. Paulding realized that he was a spy and took him to Continental Army headquarters in Sands Hill.

However, Arnold managed to escape because the officer who caught André wanted to cover his ass:

At first, all went well for André since post commandant Lieutenant Colonel John Jameson decided to send him to Arnold, never suspecting that a high-ranking hero of the Revolution could be a turncoat. But Major Benjamin Tallmadge arrived, head of Continental Army Intelligence, and persuaded Jameson to bring the prisoner back. He offered intelligence showing that a high-ranking officer was planning to defect to the British but was unaware of who it was.

Jameson sent General George Washington the six sheets of paper carried by André, but he was unwilling to believe that Benedict Arnold could be guilty of treason. He therefore insisted on sending a note to Arnold informing him of the entire situation. Jameson did not want his army career to be wrecked later for having wrongly believed that his general was a traitor. Arnold received Jameson’s note while at breakfast with his officers, made an excuse to leave the room, and was not seen again. The note gave Arnold time to escape to the British. An hour or so later, Washington arrived at West Point with his party and was disturbed to see the stronghold’s fortifications in such neglect, part of the plan to weaken West Point defenses. Washington was further irritated to find that Arnold had breached protocol by not being about to greet him. Some hours later, Washington received the explanatory information from Maj. Tallmadge and immediately sent men to arrest Arnold, but it was too late.

Things went poorly for André:

According to Tallmadge’s account of the events, he and André conversed during the latter’s captivity and transport. André wanted to know how he would be treated by Washington. Tallmadge had been a classmate of Nathan Hale while both were at Yale, and he described the capture of Hale. André asked whether Tallmadge thought the situations similar; he replied, “Yes, precisely similar, and similar shall be your fate,” referring to Hale being hanged by the British as a spy.[6]

André was admired by both sides, and the Patriot side didn’t really want to execute him, but the British weren’t willing to renege and turn Arnold over to be “rewarded as a traitor deserves”, even though he was widely disliked:

André’s defense was that he was suborning an enemy officer, “an advantage taken in war” (his words). However, he did not attempt to pass the blame onto Arnold. André told the court that he had neither desired nor planned to be behind American lines. He also asserted that, as a prisoner of war, he had the right to escape in civilian clothes. On 29 September 1780, the board found André guilty of being behind American lines “under a feigned name and in a disguised habit” and ordered that “Major André, Adjutant-General to the British Army, ought to be considered as a Spy from the enemy, and that agreeable to the law and usage of nations, it is their opinion, he ought to suffer death.”[7]

Glover was officer of the day at André’s execution. Sir Henry Clinton, the British commander in New York, did all that he could to save André, his favourite aide, but refused to surrender Arnold in exchange for him, even though he personally despised Arnold. André appealed to George Washington to be executed by firing squad but by the rules of war, he was hanged as a spy at Tappan, New York on 2 October 1780.[8]

A religious poem was found in his pocket after his execution, written two days before his execution.[9]

While a prisoner, he endeared himself to American officers who lamented his death as much as the British. Alexander Hamilton wrote of him: “Never perhaps did any man suffer death with more justice, or deserve it less.” The day before his hanging, André drew a likeness of himself with pen and ink, which is now owned by Yale College. André, according to witnesses, placed the noose around his own neck.

Arnold, of course, served as a British general for the remainder of the war, and was paid £6,315 plus an annual pension of £360, which was a substantial sum of money. But he found it difficult to move on to other prestigious positions because of his infamy:

In turning him down for an East India Company posting, George Johnstone wrote, “Although I am satisfied with the purity of your conduct, the generality do not think so. While this is the case, no power in this country could suddenly place you in the situation you aim at under the East India Company.”

He became a small businessman in Canada:

The family moved to Saint John in 1787, where Arnold created an uproar with a series of bad business deals and petty lawsuits.[107]The most serious of these was a slander suit which he won against a former business partner; and following this, townspeople burned him in effigy in front of his house, as Peggy and the children watched.[108] The family left Saint John to return to London in December 1791.[109]

And he almost got hanged by the French in the War of the First Coalition:

In July 1792, Benedict Arnold fought a bloodless duel with the Earl of Lauderdale after the Earl impugned his honor in the House of Lords.[4] With the outbreak of the French Revolution, Arnold outfitted a privateer, while continuing to do business in the West Indies, even though the hostilities increased the risk. He was imprisoned by French authorities on Guadeloupe amid accusations of spying for the British, and narrowly eluded hanging by escaping to the blockading British fleetafter bribing his guards. 

He died in 1801 and was given a prestigious funeral, but due to a clerical error, his remains were later removed to an unmarked grave.

Edit: I forgot to add that George Washington sent agents to New York (held by the British) to capture Arnold and take him to be executed, but this failed because he changed living quarters unexpectedly. The Marquis de Lafayette, when sent into battle against Arnold, was given orders by Washington to hang him summarily if captured.

Hurt

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REQUESTED BY ANON

GENRE: ANGST IG

SUMMARY: Taehyung and you are constantly arguing and fighting, where did your love go?

For three years you had been in a happy relationship with Taehyung, there were the occasional disagreements and fights but you easily got over them. However your fourth year in the relationship was different. There wasn’t one day where you weren’t arguing with each other, it drained you, both mentally and physically. You hated it, you didn’t ask for it to be this way. Everyday you wished that you wouldn’t fight that day but you always did.


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Sharing beds - Oli White Imagine

Plot: Right after Vidcon Zoe and Louise arranged a huge youtuber getaway but then when you arrived at the beach house you didn’t have a room but Oli offered his room to you.

(A/N Let’s say everyone in this imagine are really close like no awkwardness or whatever. They’re really close. And this a very very long one so um sorry about that)

It was the end of Vidcon And you were packing your stuff to go to the beach for tomorrow. Zoe and Louise initially thought of this plan way before vidcon l and invited 30 people but only 22 of you could go. So the people who came were : Zoe, Alfie, Louise, Niomi, Marcus, Caspar, Joe, Oli, Tanya, Jim, Dan and Phil, Louis, Hazel, the Harries twins, Connor, Troye, Tyler, Joey, Cat, and You.

Everyone who was invited planned to stay in one hotel so the meet up and transportation would be much easier. At that time you ended up sharing a hotel room with Cat, Joey and Tyler.

First you were quite awkward with them bacause it was the 3rd time you have met and since you lived in England you didn’t have the chance to know them personally. but within the next couple of days the four of you got to know about each other well enough became really close friends.

Cat spoke up saying

“So what are you wearing to the beach? You really should impress Oli.” She said wiggling her eyebrows then sitting down on the bed starting to pack her stuff along with Tyler and Joey.

“Yeah girl you should slay when we get to the beach!” Tyler exclaimed.

“Mhm, show that hot body of yours.” Joey said making an air outline of your body.

You rolled your eyes and said “Psh, shut up guys. He doesn’t like me that way. I’m sure he sees me as a friend only.”

“Well that’s bullshit Y/N, I have been observing you two recently and both of you look so cute together and you two have been acting quite lovey-dovey sometimes.” Tyler said as Cat and Joey nodded their heads agreeing

“Okay guys, if you say so.” You said, rolling your eyes.

You finished packing as well as Cat, Joey and Tyler did. The gang will be going to the beach tomorrow at 6 am so all of you could arrive at 8 am at the beach house. The resort where Zoe and Louis booked was actually a 2 hour drive from L.A and it was a perfect place to stay at since you all needed the privacy and no one else would know that all of you were there.

“Alright guys we need to sleep now because we’re gonna have to wake up at 5 and we are the ones in charge of breakfast.” Tyler said, yawning.

We all went to bed and finally got a bit of rest from the busy weekend.

Your alarm clock rang so you got up along with Cat. We noticed that Tyler and Joey were still asleep so you looked at Cat having an eye convo we agreed to wake them up. At first we tried to shake them but they wouldn’t budge. A moment later Cat jumped up and down the bed and started screaming, my eyes widened and joined her to jumping on the bed.

“ RISE AND MOTHERFUCKERS IT’S A BRAND NEW DAY! ” Cat shouted as you laughed at the Dan reference.

“ Okay, okay we’re up. ” Joey said, yawning. You and Cat stopped but didn’t cease laughing until you spoke up saying “C'mon we have to go to McDonald’s and get breakfast for everybody. ” You said climbing down the bed.

The four of you went down to McDonald’s just wearing jumpers and sweat pants. Tyler ordered the breakfast take-outs that took 20 minutes to get done, you finally went back to the hotel. And apparently Joey sort of tripped on the way back because he was still drowsy. As the four of you arrived on the floor you distributed the food to everyone since they were already good to go. The four of you went to your room and got all your stuff and then proceeded to the parking area where the bus Louise rented parked.

You started to go to the bus. as you caught up with Louise

“ So, how are you doing with Cat, Joey and Tyler?” She asked.

“They are lovely and so much fun to be with. ” You said smiling

“Awesome! So how about you and Oli?”

When Louise asked that, you could feel your cheeks reddening.

“Um, We are cool, still great friends actually. ” You said smoothly.

“Oh come on Y / N, I know you have a thing for Oli. And I know that he has a thing for you.”

Now your cheeks were fully red and said “Nah, he probably does not I mean there are better girls out there.” You said.

“Oh, I believe that you are the best one for him Y / N.”

“Do you really think so?”

She nodded and gave me a hug.

Near the opening of the bus you bumped into someone.

“Ow.” You said

“Oh God, I am sorry, I didn’t mean to!”

You looked up and saw an embarrassed Oli

“It’s alright Oli. ” You said.

You got on the bus and went to an available window seat. As you sat down Tyler said “I’ve always wanted a window seat but It’s okay, it’s for a cause. ” Tyler said as he looked at you and winked.

You sat there confused but as soon as Oli stood there he asked “Is this seat taken? ”

You shook your head and he sat down beside you. Few minutes later the bus sarted and finally drove to your destination.

“You excited for later, yeah?” Oli asked

“I am, I’m just hoping the rooms are enough for all of us there.” You said

“Me too, and I am sure the rooms there are enough for all.” He said.

The ride was quite fun since you and Oli shared a bit of banter for several minutes. Only an hour away from the beachbyou eyes started to get droopy again so you decided to sleep. Little did you know that your head was on Oli’s shoulder already.

You finally arrived at the beach house and got out of the bus. You were supposed to go inside the house but the view was so stunning. Crystal blue sea, white sand, palm and coconut trees, and perfect blue sky. You couldn’t help but stare into the view and took a picture for instagram.

“Beautiful, huh?” Oli said walink up to you.

“Yes it is. I sometimes wish England’s beaches were this beautiful.” You said.

“Just like you..”

“Sorry, what?” Your head shot up to Oli.

“Oh nothing, I mean the view really is beautiful. Shall we go inside?” He said, scratching the nape of his neck.

“We shall.” You got some of your bags and went upstairs to find a room. Whilst you were trying to find one almost every room was already occupied by most people.

“Oh shit.” You huffed.

“What’s the matter?” Oli asked

“All the rooms are occupied now.” Uou responded.

“Erm Y/N, if you want to, um.. We could share rooms. I have a big enough bed that could.. erm.. fit us.” he offered.

“It’s fine Oli I could just go to the couch.” You said.

“No Y/N your back will hurt, and I don’t want that to happen to you.”

You felt warm inside from his concern

“Erm.. Alright then if you don’t bother. Thank you Oli.” You said smiling.

“You’re always welcome.” He said.

Oli helped you carry your stuff to his room. You couldn’t even believe that yoh are gonna share a room with the boy you’ve been crushing on for months now.

Both of you have settled in and preparing to go to the beach. The whole day was really fun half the time most of you were vlogging which was funny yet normal in your perspective. You got a tan and you had a sand castle building contest where the American youtubers were against the British youtubers which was awesome and Tyler had to complain where it was an unfair game most of you laughed it off but in the end no one won because the sandcastles fell apart when the time was over.

You all called it a day when the sun started setting and went back to the house had a shower. All of you were exhausted from the events so you decided to go up to the room and get some rest.

Getting inside the room you saw Oli laying on the bed with his phone but put it down when he saw you.

“Oh, hey Y/N, are you going to sleep now?”

You nodded as Oli scooted to make room for you.

“Y/N would you mind if I could cuddle with you?” He said.

You heart started to beat fast at his offer and you nodded. He wrapped his arms around your waist and you placed your hands on his chest.

“This feels nice.” You said. ’ Oh shit did I really mention that?’ You thought to yourself.

“Yes it does.” he responded.

“Um.. Y/N can I tell you something?”

“What is it?”

“I.. um, I-I kinda..” he stuttered.

“Spit it out Oli..” you whispered.

“I really like you Y/N, I mean love- I mean.. not just as friends but more.. And I understand if you-”

You placed a finger on his lips shushing him. The you carefully attached your lips to his. He returned the kiss and now you lips were moving in sync. His lips were soft and he was gentle at kissing you like you were a very fragile glass. Both of you pulled back and you said, “would it be possible if I love you too?” You both giggled as Oli placed a sweet kiss on your lips once more.

“So Y/N.. would it also be possible if I asked you to be my girlfriend?”

You nodded you head and saying yes.

Oli grinned at you as both of you continued to make out. You pulled away and rested you head on his chest. “I love you Y/N..” he whispered. “I love you too Oli..” you whispered back. And now both of you drifted to sleep.

You and Oli woke up and held hands as you walked down to the living room where everyone was having breakfast and watching TV.

“Good morning Y/N-” Tyler gasped

Everyone looked at the both of you and Joe asked “Are you two a thing now?” You and Oli nodded.

“Well it’s about time!” Everyone said as you all laughed.

(A/N Hello again! This was a very long one I’m sorry it took me days to write this bc idk I wanted an Oli white imagine along with other youtubers because THERE ISNT ENOUGH I TELL YA. I hipe you liked this imagine tho haha bye!)

ENFJ confession #7

As an ENFJ I love helping people with their problems and giving advice, but I feel like there’s no one there to help me like that sometimes. So I feel I have to be okay all the time because if I fell apart I’d be so alone.

anonymous asked:

omg Riley would definitely be in charge of the riayla wedding and it would be fucking insane, like walking into a fairytale. I wonder if Maya would wear a dress or a suit?

i am so dOWN FOR MAYA IN A SUIT LOOKING DAPPER AND SHIT WITH A BOWTIE THAT MATCHES THE FLOWERS.

and riley would plan the most fantastical wedding ever. here are my ideas:
- there would be peach and honey colored flowers and those would be their signature wedding colors
- they honeymoon in ireland so maya can visit her family and the entire matthews/hart family joins after a week to see the sights as well
- auggie would be the ring bearer (even if he was 15 when they got married because he’s her brother and it’s be poetic justice for Bearythe Bear Bear okay)
- ava would be the flower girl but she’d be cool about it and wouldn’t make the wedding about her because she is so happy for them ok
- smackle would be the maid of honor for riley because they got super close during college
- zay would be the best man for maya because they are bros okAY
- farkle would officiate the wedding ofc
- lucas would be the wedding planner (wouldn’t that be p e r f e c t)
- cory would be so okay and put together until after the wedding when he fell apart because his baby girl is all grownup. but he couldn’t imagine a better wife for riley if he tried
- cory tells maya before the wedding that he will be there whenever she need help with her homework and maya says he has been since she was in middle school and they have a moment ok
- topanga would be tough until the ceremony when she began crying when she saw how maya and riley looked at each other
- maya’s dad would be there, in the back row, with a wig or something because katy told him and he wanted to be there for her for once because he knows he fucked up and he feels bad. he left before the ceremony ended so he wouldn’t cause her any more pain
- katy is so proud of her gorgeous daughter and is sobbing the entire time. shawn consoles her but is secretly crying because maya is finally happy and knows who she is
- josh is there and smiles as it happens because he knew that maya was in love with his cousin since they were young
- eric calls maya by her first name for the first time when congratulating his niche and her but when she brings it up he comes up with the most rIDICULOUS name he can think of to call her
- riley is given away by both her mom and dad because she didn’t want to hurt either of their feelings so the aisle is like 6 feet wide
- when maya saw riley coming down the aisle, her jaw drops. she starts to tear up and when riley gets to where maya stands, she asks if she looks okay and maya is too stunned to say anything but nods anyways
- before maya kisses riley she asks her if she’s ready for the first day of the rest of their lives and she says “i’ve been ready since the day you came through my window”

and please stop me i am crying

anonymous asked:

Why do you love Lyanna Stark so much?

HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE LYANNA STARK??????

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The Knight of the Laughing Tree theory should be reason enough. But, if for some reason you don’t have a huge interest in ladies dressing up as knights and kicking ass at tourneys, then you should love her for her similarities to Arya and her relation to the Stark family - “You have a wildness in you. Lyanna had a touch of it” or “You ride like a northman milady, your aunt did too” or “Lyanna might have carried a sword, if my lord father had allowed it.” She is such an interesting precursor to Arya, showing that the wildness that we find in her is not new, but something that is in her blood and has happened in this family before. She’s the wolf blood that we always hear alluded to - tried and true - and  It’s especially heartbreaking to think of the way that Ned must see his sister in Arya, the sister that he had loved so much who died far before her time.

If none of the Stark feelings get to you (and at this point, do you have a soul?), then let’s talk about Robert’s rebellion. This is a simple Northern girl who, in my mind at least, only wanted to play with swords and ride horses around Winterfell. I can’t imagine that Lyanna would have wanted to get married very much, or that she’d have any interest in Kingslanding or ruling. And yet, she was forced into a situation in which two men waged a war over her. A dynasty fell and kingdoms broke apart - all because two men thought that they were entitled to Lyanna Stark’s love. That’s astonishing. What sort of woman must she have been, to have captured their attention so fully, even against the momentous power of Cersei Lannister or the kind beauty of Elia Martell? It could not have been her beauty (we are told several times that she has a wild beauty, but that she was not song worthy) so there must have been something extraordinary about Lyanna - and I love thinking about that. We learn so much about what Rhaegar and Robert thought about her, and so little about what she thought about them. I love filling in the blanks myself, thinking about this extremely tragic girl and what she truly thought about her situation and the men around her. I love thinking about her playing with fencing swords with Brandon in the godswood, or fidgeting while Ned tried to read to her before bed. We receive so little information about what she was truly like but from what we do learn, she seems intelligent (Love is sweet, dearest Ned, but it cannot change a man’s nature) and kind, wild and bold. How can a person NOT love a character like that??

Everything is Grey - Michael Clifford Soulmate au

Lots of people found color in romantic partners, the first hue they see being the color of their soulmate’s eyes as they locked and color washed over their senses, turning the dull greys into a spectrum beyond what they’d ever seen.

Your first color, however had been that of your best friends eyes when you were at a party during your freshman year of college. Neither of you had been paying attention to where you were going, nearly causing a catastrophic spill involving your drink on her favorite party blouse. You both had been confused, having heard mostly of soulmates being romantic.

Of course, thinking that the color was supposed to come from romance, you and Madison started off dating, and after a year decided you were better off as friends. Then after another three months, everything made sense when it was explained to you that color could come from platonic love.

Now you were inseparable. Most of your friends envied the friendship you shared from your shopping trips involving “this dress really brings out the color of your eyes” and Instagram posts from your vacations, beautiful beach sunsets captioned with “so lucky to have a best friend who can see the colors of the sunset with me”

Two years down the line, you met Michael. His first color was your hair as he saw the back of your head and he eagerly approached you and introduced himself. The pained expression on his face when you said you’d already met your soulmate was heartbreaking and you had said “Well, obviously I make you see color for a reason. Coffee tomorrow?”

Since then, Madison and Michael had gotten along better than you’d thought. Madison always joked about needing to remind Michael that he was your side hoe and Michael would say “Obviously I’m game to be a side hoe to anyone who loves her enough to see color.”

For four years, your life was absolutely perfect. You had a best friend who would be with you every step of the way your life was going and a boyfriend who loved you to the moon and back. Things couldn’t get any better.

But now, things couldn’t get any worse.

You called Michael frantically, your breathing erratic and your feet pacing a hole into the hardwood of the kitchen you shared with Madison.

“Honey, do you have any idea what time it is?” Michael asked groggily from the other line.

“I can’t- I can’t-” you choked, not able to get another word out. “She’s-”

“Baby?” He asked, sitting up in bed, wide awake now as he listened to your choking sobs as you tried to formulate a sentence. “Babe, you sound like you’re having a panic attack, what’s wrong?”

“I can’t see color!” You wailed into the phone. “It’s all black and white and grey!”

“What?” Michael asked, throwing his blanket off and searching for his shoes. “Where’s Madison?”

“I don’t know! I’ve called her 15 times!”

“I’m coming over,” Michael said. “Hold tight, we’ll figure this out.”

“I’m so scared something happened to her, Michael.” You whispered, staring at the bowl of fruit Madison insisted on keeping on the table, the reds of the apples and oranges of the clementines now a dull, lifeless grey.

“I know, I know. I don’t know what I’d do if anything happened to you. Just stay where you are, don’t do anything stupid and don’t hang up on me.” Michael said.

He kept you on the phone during the ten minute drive to your apartment, calming you down until your breathing was more steady and your sobs fewer and further between. “I’m here,” he said before hanging up the phone and letting himself into your apartment. He watched you come running out of the kitchen and staggered as you barreled into him, wrapping your arms around his middle and pressing your face into the grey cotton of his t-shirt. His arms wound around your shoulders, one of his hands running through your hair. “Shhh, I know. I’m sorry.” He whispered, not wanting to say out loud what you both knew.

He sat with you on the couch in silence for hours, you laying in top of him and the occasional series of tears being the only noise in the apartment.

The sun had just started to rise when there was a knock at the door.

“I don’t want to answer.” You said, your voice cracking from exhaustion and grief. “It’s not gonna be Madison and I want it to be and-” your voice hitched as you cut yourself off. “I just- I don’t know anything and I want to keep it that way forever. I want to keep that little bit of false hope that she’s okay forever.” You finished. There was another knock and your stomach dropped. “I don’t want to open that door.”

“Do you want me to?” Michael asked.

“Would you?” You asked. He nodded and you shifted to get off him to let him get up.

“You know they’re here for you, though.” Michael said. You nodded.

He disappeared into the entryway and you heard the door open, followed by muffled voices. Minutes later Michael wandered back in the room, his brows furrowed and his mouth turned into a frown. “They want to speak with you. They say it’s urgent.”

You sighed, pushing yourself off the couch and padding to the door, Michael staying behind. The door was still open, two police officers in the doorway.

“Hello officers, what can I do for you?” You asked.

“Does Madison live here?” One asked.

“She does.”

“And you also stay in this residence?”

“Yes.”

“What relationship do you have with Madison?”

“I’m her soulmate.” You said. “Platonic,” you added, figuring they’d want clarification.

“Have you noticed any strange things with your sight in the last few days?”

“I woke up around 2 AM and it was all monochrome.” You said “She had to work late last night and never came home. Did you find her? Is she okay?”

“Ma'am, I’m sorry, but it seems Madison was involved in a hit and run with an impaired driver. We’ve located the driver responsible and he had been driving under the influence of alcohol…”

You tuned out the officer’s droning as your entire world fell apart. Madison was gone all because some random idiot didn’t get an über.

Three days later, you still hadn’t gotten out of bed. You just stared at your grey walls, mindlessly watched grey Netflix, and slept on your grey sheets.

Michael hadn’t left. He was crashing on your couch, always hovering by your door in case you needed something, persuading you to eat and drink and providing you with a shoulder to cry on.

You had just sent him away, feeling particularly sad today and just wanting to be alone. He looked crestfallen when you snapped that you didn’t need him to take care of you, that nothing was going to bring Madison back so what was the point?

That was ten minutes ago and you could hear Michael talking on the phone in the kitchen. You felt bad for yelling at him when all he was trying to do was make sure you were okay, so you finally got out of bed and went to the kitchen on shaky legs.

“I don’t know. All she does is sleep. She barely eats, barely drinks, spends a lot of time crying. I don’t- I mean, the colors… Colors are getting duller. I can’t see them as well anymore. They’re fading, not as vivid as they were when I met her. The grief is killing her and I don’t know what to do.” Michael was whispering as you entered the kitchen, his back to you as he reached to grab a cereal box from the cabinet. “I know I would be in the same state if it had been her, so would Madison, but at least we wouldn’t be alone in our grief, you know? I didn’t have the same connection with Madison that she does. There has to be something I can do to make her okay again,”

“I love you,” you said, prompting Michael to whip his head around in surprise.

“I need to go.” He said into the receiver before hanging up his phone and tucking it into his back pocket. “You’re out of bed,” he said, relief washing over his face.

“Yeah.” You said, looking down at your cuticles. “I’m sorry for yelling at you earlier. I just-”

“Shhh,” Michael hissed, crossing the kitchen and wrapping you up in his arms. “You don’t have anything to apologize for. I know you’re in a lot of pain right now.”

“I’m sorry about worrying you, too.” You said, your arms winding around his middle.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“The colors. I didn’t know your colors were going away.” You said, looking up at him. “I’ll get better. I’ll get better because I love you and I don’t want to put you through what I’m dealing with, and I’ll get better because the last thing Madison would want is for me to waste away because of her.”

“I love you,” Michael said. “And I’m here for you. Always.”

You sighed. “Her funeral is tomorrow. I want to go. Will you come with me?”

“Of course,” Michael replied, mumbling the words into your hair.

The next day, you stood beside Michael in all black at the back of the viewing room, trying to hold yourself together. You knew you’d be a puddle of tears if you went anywhere near the body.

You started at the sound of your name, turning your head to see Madison’s mother. “I’m so happy you came.”

“It’s hard,” you said, trying not to let your voice falter. “But of course I had to. Madison meant so much to me.”

“I know, and I’m so sorry it had to happen like this, and so soon.” Her mom said, clasping at your shoulder reassuringly. “Will you speak for the service? I know she would’ve wanted it.”

You nodded, a shaky smile on your lips. “Of course.”

“And honey, I know you don’t want to, and I certainly won’t force you into anything, but I think if you see her one last time, it’ll give you some closure.”

You nodded, your eyes downcast. “You’re probably right. But that’ll make it real.”

“It’s up to you.”

You watched the older woman leave before taking a deep breath and Michael’d hand, slowly making your way to the casket.

This wasn’t Madison.

Sure, it looked like Madison, the body had been identified as Madison, there was no other person it could be.

But Madison wasn’t this pale. She didn’t wear that much makeup unless she planned on getting tipsy and laid at a club in a Friday night. She never curled her hair like that unless she was going to a job interview. She wouldn’t dare be seen in public wearing the white lace dress her family put her in to be buried. She hated painting her nails white, you observed as you brushed your fingertips against her hand, remembering how she used to say it clashed with her tan complexion.

You were able to process all that in a split second before you crumpled to your knees next to the casket, your entire body wracking with sobs as you began grieving all over again for the best friend you lost.

Then Michael was beside you, hoisting you against him as you hid your face behind a curtain of hair, your forehead resting against the stiff fabric of his suit jacket. One of his hands rested on your back as the other smoothed over your hair and he swayed slightly, trying to console you the best he could.

“Sorry,” you said, standing and running your fingers under your eyes in hopes of saving your makeup from any more damage. “Sorry, I just need a minute,” you said to no one in particular as everyone in the room was staring at you with the most belittling pity in their eyes.

You walked quickly out of the viewing room, Michael right on your heels. Why were funerals so damn depressing?

You leaned against a wall just outside, trying to catch your breath and get her your thoughts when Michael came into your line of vision. You smiled up at him, signaling you were okay, but it faltered as soon as you saw the look on his face. His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips turned into a troubled frown, the only expression his eyes gave away fear.

“Michael?” What’s wrong?“ You asked.

“When you saw her- When you saw Madison and broke down, the colors were gone. Just for a split second, all I could see was black and white.” He said. “And they’re still so dull.”

“Fuck,” you whispered, running your hands through your hair, not caring that you just swore in a church. “I’m sorry. I’m trying, Michael.”

“I know. Just be careful, okay? I’m worried about you.”

“And I love you for that, but I’ll be okay. I have you.” You said. He nodded, reaching out and taking your hand. “I’m ready.”

You both went back into the viewing room to be greeted by a closed casket, which you were partially relieved about. You weren’t sure if you could handle seeing her again.

“I’m sorry,” Madison’s mom said when she saw you. “I would have had them keep it open but the service will start soon.”

“I understand.” You replied, smiling at the older woman.

“Sit in the front with us, okay dear? You’re family.”

“And now a few words will be spoken by Madison’s platonic soulmate.”

You breathed in deeply, standing and slowly walking up to the podium. “Madison was my best friend. She brought color into my life, as a soulmate does, and gave me so many memories of a friendship that was written in the stars.” You began, not knowing where your eloquent words came from as you had been completely unprepared to give Madison a eulogy. But you did, and you managed to do it without crying more than once. She would have been proud.

Two weeks later, you had just finished unpacking your last box in Michael’s apartment. He thought it’d be best for you to leave the flat you once shared with Madison, as you’d find the tiniest details of her in everything, swamping you with mourning all over again and giving Michael yet another heart attack as the steadily brightening colors in his vision faze to black and white for a brief moment in time.

“The colors seem especially bright this evening,” Michael commented as he watched the sun dip below the landscape outside the window. “You’re okay.”

“For now,” you said. “I miss her, but I’m happy. I have you 24/7 now.” You finished with a yawn, rubbing at your eyes with the sleeves of Michael’s way too big sweater.

“You’re so cute.” Michael said, watching you play with the hems on the sleeves. He crossed the room to hug you by the waist, bending down to give you a kiss. “It’s been a long day. Wanna turn in early?”

“Yeah, I ate too much takeout earlier and I could really sleep it off.” You replied, following Michael to the bedroom and crawling under the covers with him.

You scrunched your nose at him, your eyes scanning over that dopey love struck grin he tended to have whenever you shared a quiet moment. Then, something started to change.

“Oh my god,” you whispered.

“What? What’s wrong, baby?” Michael asked.

You knitted your eyebrows as you focused on Michael’s face, colors seeping into the monochrome greys of you vision until you were staring into his vivid green eyes.

Can you imagine what this season would be like if Rachel actually had to eat some crow and admit that KURT was right and Carmen was right, and that she threw away her opportunities like a spoiled child dropping her ice cream because she’s reaching for cake?

Instead it’s all… It’s so unfair… somehow… everything fell apart for Rachel! Let us gather round her and wipe her baby bum and get her back on her feet.

Um, no, you people were there when she did it. You were standing right beside her, rolling your eyes as she turned into a monster, assaulted her understudy, dropped out of school while sneering at the woman who made an exception to let her in to begin with, skipped a performance to go to an audition, and then broke her contract leaving hundreds of people in the lurch.

There’s nothing satisfying watching Rachel be put delicately back on her pedestal. Why even bother to have her fail so blatantly due to her own avarice and self-involvement, if she’s not called upon to do something for her fucking self for once?

Too Late

Pretty much exactly what it says on the tin, tbh.

I highly recommend putting this song on repeat while reading this. For, you know, fun ;)

Modern AU, past E/R, pining!E, angst.

[Please come to the wedding.]

Enjolras sighed and debated chucking his phone against the wall to avoid the messages that Courfeyrac had been sending all day. Instead, he muted it and went back to the law brief he was supposed to be reading, even if he continued reading the same paragraph over and over again.

Still, the messages kept coming:

[Please come.]

[Seriously.]

[Everyone wants you here.]

[GRANTAIRE wants you here.]

Enjolras couldn’t help but start at that, and for a moment, his fingers twitched as if to pick up the phone or respond, or else to grab his keys and leave (though he would perhaps want to change out of his stained sweatpants and holey t-shirt first), but just when he was thinking that was what he should do, he got another text message, this time from Combeferre: [I’m not telling you not to come, but make sure you’re coming for the right reason.]

That would be easier said than done – especially since Enjolras didn’t even know what the right reason would be. It had caused what he could only describe as a minor existential life crisis when he had opened the mail a few months ago to find an engraved invitation to an event that, honestly, he had always expected to be a participant in, rather than a guest: Grantaire’s wedding.

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