because she's angry with me right now and this is my apology note

Office-mate who loves CNN but doesn't understand how televisions work is destroyed by that which she loves most.

I work in a small office with only 6 people. The way the office is broken up I share my office with another person, so we’re essentially facing each other. It’s away from the other offices, so we’re kind of left to our own devices. I’ve been working here for about three years now, and have always gotten along with my office-mate. My old office-mate left to start a family, so I’ve been alone for a bit before they hired Marge.

Marge is what you’d find if you googled “worst office-mate.” She brings in smelly food she eats at her desk, she plays loud music in our shared space (even after being asked not to), she fights with the boss on every little thing, she’s nosy (always asking me where I’ve been when I walk back into the office, and I’ve literally caught her listening in at the bosses door). She asks me invasive questions, and when I finally snapped at her to mind her own business she acted like I’d personally assaulted her.

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One of my least favorite things in the Prisoner of Azkaban film is the handling of the Scabbers-Crookshanks narrative, and more specifically how in the movies it’s a far more one-sided fight completely in favor of Hermione. In the movie we get one scene of Ron warning Hermione to keep her cat away from Scabbers—a Scabbers who is apparently not ill or who Ron isn’t bothering to medicate like in the books, and a Scabbers that Ron can apparently almost forget to bring to Hogwarts necessitating his mother to run after the train to give the rat to him.

Jump to Scabbers suddenly being missing, Ron accusing Crookshanks with no evidence and Hermione defending her cat. The two are angry, but there is no real emotion, no actual hurt behind the words. Crookshanks could have accidentally spilled Ron’s inkwell and he would sound just as angry.

Then not minutes later, they are in Hagrid’s Hut where their friend miraculously produces the rat—not without chiding Ron “you should take better care of your pets” which automatically frames the situation as Ron’s fault to the audience. To drive the point further home Hermione, rather than simply be relieved and happy for her friend that his pet was not actually eaten, immediately starts in with “I think you owe someone an apology”. Ron purposefully acts obtuse, and further removes himself from the audience’s sympathy by replying “Next time I see Crookshanks, I’ll let him know” allowing Hermione a self-righteous “I meant me!” as if this is the greatest affront of her life.

And none of this is how it is in the book. At all.

Firstly, Crookshanks makes multiple attempts on Scabbers’ life throughout the novel in front of the Trio. This is partly because Hermione continues to allow her cat near Scabbers despite Ron repeatedly telling her not to. Because he cares about Scabbers. Despite him being a hand-me-down and a bit dull, Scabbers is his pet and Ron cares about him. He gets him—likely expensive—tonic when Scabbers begins losing weight and fur, he takes to carrying him around to keep him safer from Crookshanks. Scabbers is his pet and we are shown that Ron would be very upset if he were to lose him.

This sets the stage for when he does, when Pettigrew as Scabbers fakes his death and frames Crookshanks. Keeping in mind Ron’s feelings about Scabbers this whole previous year, his resulting actions make perfect sense. He is incredibly upset with Hermione and confronts her, only for her to deny her cat had any involvement.

And yeah, maybe it seems like he’s being mean to Hermione by shutting her out—something that Harry also does during the Firebolt fight that is conveniently left out of the movie—but look at it from Ron’s point of view. Hermione’s pet was attempting to kill his pet all year. He repeatedly requested she keep her pet away from his, and Hermione largely did not respect that boundary. When confronted with pretty damning evidence considering the circumstances, Hermione still refused to admit any possible blame and defended her cat who almost certainly—again, considering the circumstances—ate his rat. And just a note, Harry is equally convinced Crookshanks did it, even if he’s not as emotionally charged in his conviction. Why shouldn’t Ron be angry with her? Why shouldn’t he want her to admit her cat’s fault? His friend refused to listen to him all year and is now seemingly disregarding his feelings because she’s too proud to admit she’s wrong.

But here’s the thing. Once Hermione comes to Harry and Ron with the news about Buckbeak losing his trial—something far more important—they make amends. In fact it is Ron who does the most. Just to refresh everyone’s memory:

“They can’t do this,” said Harry. “They can’t. Buckbeak isn’t dangerous.”

“Malfoy’s dad frightened the Committee into it,” said Hermione, wiping her eyes. “You know what he’s like. They’re a bunch of doddery old fools, and they were scared. There’ll be an appeal, though, there always is. Only I can’t see any hope…Nothing will have changed.”

“Yeah it will,” said Ron fiercely. “You won’t have to do all the work alone this time, Hermione. I’ll help.”

“Oh, Ron!”

Hermione flung her arms around Ron’s neck and broke down completely. Ron, looking quite terrified, patted her very awkwardly on the top of the head. Finally, Hermione drew away.

“Ron, I’m really, really sorry about Scabbers…,” she sobbed.

“Oh—well—he was old,” said Ron, looking thoroughly relieved that she had let go of him. “And he was a bit useless. You never know, Mum and Dad might get me an owl now.”

(Prizoner of Azkaban, pages 291-292, Scholastic Hardback Edition)

Harry barely says anything in this scene, and it is mostly Ron who extends the olive branch. This makes sense as the matter primarily concerns him and Hermione, but I just want to make it clear that Ron is not pressured into forgiving her, he is not grudging about it. In fact, he is already offering her his help before she even apologizes, and once she does he immediately tries to downplay his hurt feelings over Scabbers’ loss—mostly out of a fourteen year-old’s discomfort with crying and hugging from girls they may or may not have a developing crush on. He doesn’t gloat over the apology or being right, and he instantly drops any hostility.

This is chapter fifteen out of a twenty-two chapter book. Hermione and Ron are not feuding up until nearly the end of third year, as depicted in the movie. Hermione does in fact apologize about Scabbers while Ron is not an ass about it, and the narrative leaves them off on mostly even ground. The rest of the book consists of Ron working on the appeal for Hermione as she prepares for all her exams, worrying over her impossible schedule, her health, and so on. They barely even bicker that entire duration.

Ron is a great friend to Hermione. The movies just didn’t want to show that.

Cordially, Jimin

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jimin

Rating: R (mentions of sex)

Word Count: 6,121

Summary: When you start work in your new office, the last thing you expect is a distraction. Especially not one as cute, witty and impossible to handle as Park Jimin. A story told through correspondence.  (fluff + humor)

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Pride and Prejudice, and Consent

Time to cleanse the palate with a bit of positive relationship analysis!

One of the tropes that plagues, and has plagued, romance fiction ever since the invention of the novel is the idea of female consent not being necessary as long as the male is desirable and/or really wants her. Often, the heroine will succumb either to her own desires or his, whether she is entirely willing to do so or not, and that is framed as being analogous with passion—even love.

Well, two hundred years before Fifty Shades of Grey played fast and loose with consent issues, I present to you the antithesis of this trope in Mr. Darcy of Pemberley.

Elizabeth Bennet, the heroine of Pride and Prejudice, receives two proposals of marriage that are eerily similar, despite the outward differences of her two suitors. Mr. Collins and Mr. Darcy both spring unexpected and unwelcome proposals of marriage on her, calling to light her family’s lack of financial security and connection, seeing themselves as condescending to offer for her, and being completely perplexed by her refusal to accept them.

Elizabeth to Collins: You could not make me happy, and I am convinced I am the last woman in the world who would make you so.

Elizabeth to Darcy: I had not known you a month before I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to marry.“

Elizabeth’s words leave no ambiguity for either gentleman: she soundly rejects them both in a similar fashion. From this, readers may infer that since Darcy and Elizabeth end up together, it is Darcy who is persistent in his romantic intentions after Elizabeth has said “no.” But in fact, it is Collins who refuses to take no for an answer, and Darcy who never oversteps his bounds.

The first thing Collins says after he hears her rejection is that she cannot be serious in her refusal. 

 "I am not now to learn,” replied Mr. Collins, with a formal wave of the hand, “that it is usual with young ladies to reject the addresses of the man whom they secretly mean to accept, when he first applies for their favour; and that sometimes the refusal is repeated a second or even a third time. I am therefore by no means discouraged by what you have just said, and shall hope to lead you to the altar ere long.”

So elevated is his own sense of self-worth that she has to explain to him that she did, in fact, mean what she said:

  “Upon my word, sir,” cried Elizabeth, “your hope is rather an extraordinary one after my declaration. I do assure you that I am not one of those young ladies (if such young ladies there are) who are so daring as to risk their happiness on the chance of being asked a second time. I am perfectly serious in my refusal.”

What is the result? Collins still doesn’t take no for an answer, again:

  “Were it certain that Lady Catherine would think so,” said Mr. Collins very gravely – “but I cannot imagine that her ladyship would at all disapprove of you. And you may be certain that when I have the honour of seeing her again, I shall speak in the highest terms of your modesty, economy, and other amiable qualifications.”

  “Indeed, Mr. Collins, all praise of me will be unnecessary. You must give me leave to judge for myself, and pay me the compliment of believing what I say.”

And again:

  "When I do myself the honour of speaking to you next on this subject, I shall hope to receive a more favourable answer than you have now given me; though I am far from accusing you of cruelty at present, because I know it to be the established custom of your sex to reject a man on the first application, and perhaps you have even now said as much to encourage my suit as would be consistent with the true delicacy of the female character.”

  “Really, Mr. Collins,” cried Elizabeth with some warmth, “you puzzle me exceedingly. If what I have hitherto said can appear to you in the form of encouragement, I know not how to express my refusal in such a way as may convince you of its being one.”

And again:

   "You must give me leave to flatter myself, my dear cousin, that your refusal of my addresses is merely words of course. My reasons for believing it are briefly these: – It does not appear to me that my hand is unworthy your acceptance, or that the establishment I can offer would be any other than highly desirable. My situation in life, my connections with the family of De Bourgh, and my relationship to your own, are circumstances highly in my favour; and you should take it into farther consideration that, in spite of your manifold attractions, it is by no means certain that another offer of marriage may ever be made you. Your portion is unhappily so small, that it will in all likelihood undo the effects of your loveliness and amiable qualifications. As I must therefore conclude that you are not serious in your rejection of me, I shall chuse to attribute it to your wish of increasing my love by suspense, according to the usual practice of elegant females.“

   ”I do assure you, sir, that I have no pretension whatever to that kind of elegance which consists in tormenting a respectable man. I would rather be paid the compliment of being believed sincere. I thank you again and again for the honour you have done me in your proposals, but to accept them is absolutely impossible. My feelings in every respect forbid it. Can I speak plainer? Do not consider me now as an elegant female, intending to plague you, but as a rational creature, speaking the truth from her heart.“

And again:   

"You are uniformly charming!” cried he, with an air of awkward gallantry; “and I am persuaded that, when sanctioned by the express authority of both your excellent parents, my proposals will not fail of being acceptable.”

In fact, Collins only stops pursuing Elizabeth when her father puts his foot down and backs her refusal. Pride and Prejudice is a comedy, and so the tone is light on the surface, but beneath the satire is a very real, earnest desire to communicate how often women’s words—even their consent—are dismissed as fickle or inconsequential. Seeing our heroine not fleeing dramatically from a villain, but pursued by an entitled man who doesn’t take her words seriously, we feel Elizabeth’s sense of outrage and how belittling it is for Collins to act this way.

By contrast, though we might imagine a love interest like Darcy to be overcome with passion and try to make her his own by any means, Darcy is remarkably restrained and respectful without ever losing his ardent love for the woman he wants to marry. The first divergence of his response from Collins’ occurs right after he has been rejected:

   "And this is all the reply which I am to have the honour of expecting! I might, perhaps, wish to be informed why, with so little endeavour at civility, I am thus rejected. But it is of small importance.“

The wording here is important. He doesn’t demand that she explain why she rejected him, but rather why she was so impolite about doing so (since he has no knowledge of her dislike of him). He continues to be honest about his objections to her family’s behavior and place in the world, and to be angry at her for defending the duplicitous Wickham, but he never tries to convince her that she was wrong in rejecting him, even though he still views her as a social inferior.

After their heated conversation, Darcy leaves with an apology that he has occupied her for so long:

   "You have said quite enough, madam. I perfectly comprehend your feelings, and have now only to be ashamed of what my own have been. Forgive me for having taken up so much of your time, and accept my best wishes for your health and happiness.”

This is a far cry from Collins following Elizabeth around after the proposal and trying to go over her head to her parents for support.

But wait—doesn’t the love interest write Elizabeth a letter, convincing her to give him another chance?

No. Both Darcy’s letter and its method of delivery are respectful of Elizabeth’s boundaries and her refusal of him.

It should be noted that an unmarried gentlewoman receiving letters from a man she was not engaged to resulted in scandal if it were ever exposed. If Darcy had wanted to compel Elizabeth to marry him, he would only have had to deliver the letter publicly, or through the post. Instead, he delivers the letter in person, when they are alone in a park and there is no chance of discovery. It is still a bit of a risk, though, and so he asks (not demands) that she read it:

“Will you do me the honour of reading that letter?“

Right from the beginning, Darcy reassures Elizabeth that he is not trying to impose on her or get her to accept him after she has made her wishes clear:

 "Be not alarmed, madam, on receiving this letter, by the apprehension of its containing any repetition of those sentiments or renewal of those offers which were last night so disgusting to you. 

While it is more than apparent that her rejection stung and he is still in love with her, he never brings up the subject of the proposal again—the contents are a defense of the charges she had laid against his character, as well as a warning against Wickham for her own safety. He doesn’t ask for a second chance or demand she reconsider her words, even in light of this new information. Moreover, he trusts her with the knowledge of his sister’s near-elopement with Wickham (which could cause a scandal if discovered), thus risking as much by delivering the letter as Elizabeth does by accepting it. In every way, he trusts her judgment and keeps her wishes in mind.

When they meet again at Pemberley, Darcy is trying to reform his behavior. He is cordial to her tradesman uncle and aunt, and has divested himself of the haughtiness that prevented her from seeing his true worth initially. Darcy does not give himself permission to pursue Elizabeth as a result of this change in character; it is only after they have met and talked cordially that he asks her, not to speak with him alone, but to meet his sister. In fact, he resists making romantic overtures for the duration of the visit, which ends abruptly when Elizabeth discovers her sister’s elopement with Wickham. And even there, when she and Darcy are accidentally alone during her distress, he makes no move to use the occasion as an excuse to “comfort” her with his advances. His reaction is, in fact, quite the opposite:

 "I am afraid you have been long desiring my absence, nor have I anything to plead in excuse of my stay, but real, though unavailing, concern.”

Another opportunity arises for Darcy to compel Elizabeth to marry him, this time out of gratitude. Unable to see Elizabeth so wretched, he finds Lydia and Wickham in London and, at great expense, convinces them to marry. He saves not only her sister’s reputation but that of her entire family. Yet rather than use that as an example to Elizabeth of what a good person he is, he forbids her aunt and uncle from mentioning that it was he who saved the Bennets’ good name. Elizabeth doesn’t even know he was involved until Lydia thoughtlessly gives the game away (after she, too, was sworn to secrecy).  

How then, do Lizzy and Darcy get together? It is Elizabeth herself who gives Darcy a reason to believe her opinion of him has improved. During a verbal duel with Darcy’s formidable aunt, she comes out the winner and point-blank refuses to give Lady Catherine a promise not to pursue Mr. Darcy. Lady Catherine petulantly tries to cut the problem off at the source by relating everything to her nephew. It works about as well as you’d expect.

 But, unluckily for her ladyship, its effect had been exactly contrariwise.

   "It taught me to hope,“ said he, "as I had scarcely ever allowed myself to hope before. I knew enough of your disposition to be certain, that had you been absolutely, irrevocably decided against me, you would have acknowledged it to Lady Catherine, frankly and openly.”

What prompts Darcy to renew his offer of marriage is nothing more or less than evidence that Elizabeth had seen his change of heart and accepted it.

“You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once.My affections and wishes are unchanged; but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever.”

Above is Darcy’s second proposal. After hearing her first rejection, he takes her at her word, respectfully gives her information that might have led her to mistaken conclusions about him, leaves even before he is asked to, reforms his own behavior, never takes advantage of their being alone to make unwanted advances, assists her and her family without taking any credit, and once he has seen enough signs to think she might accept him, renews his offer once and only once. If she says no again, unlike Collins, he will not continue to pester her or seek her out. He will not try to convince her that her decision was wrong. It is a sad statement on society that this is a remarkable thing, no less in the real world than in fiction, and all too prevalent in heroes of romance even two hundred years later. There is no shortage of love interests who mistake passion for permission, conflict for consent, and adversity for flirtation—but there is also no excuse for this to continue, particularly now. If a novel published in 1813 can understand the letter and spirit of consent, I think we can do better in our own time.


EDIT: Continued here.

in defense of Riza Hawkeye

hmmm, I cannot sleep knowing that there are people out there saying that Riza is manipulative because of the scene with Envy in the tunnels. I decided to dig up the raw manga scans and try to re-translate the scene with Envy in the tunnels so I can explain my case better. @endertender and @lonepiper5758, here it is!! I am busy AF, but screw real life, I need to defend the honor of my queen!


Remember that in the latter half of the Envy vs. Roy arc, Riza had been desperately trying to convince Roy to let her finish Envy instead, after seeing the colonel savagely burn the homunculus again and again like a madman. Roy refused to stop and let go of Envy (already in his weakened and reduced form) despite the fact that Riza had her gun to his head.

She pleaded and begged, but Roy would not relent. She even tried to reason out with him that what he was doing was not for the sake of the country or for the protection of his comrades/subordinates, thus reminding him of what THEY were supposed to be fighting forShe said everything she could: from the end of Chapter 94 to the start of Chapter 95.

With a pained expression [probably from the realization/possibility of an impeding betrayal by Roy through yet another case of the misuse of Flame Alchemy], Riza warned him that he cannot go down that path – the same one her father had gone to years before: towards insanity and eventual death. Roy struggled to reign in his anger, but then he remembered Hughes.

RIZA: You cannot go down that path! [lit. trans.:You cannot fall that way!]

AT THIS POINT, IT SEEMED THAT NOTHING WAS WORKING SINCE HE WAS STILL COMPLETELY OVERCOME WITH RAGE AND HIS NEED FOR REVENGE.

In fact, Roy was so angry that he even dared Riza to shoot him.

 ROY: It’s OK to shoot me if you want to shoot me.

This left Riza devastated, but then Roy – for some reason or another – asked what she would do afterwards. DO NOTE that for a man who seemed to be completely lost to his anger to the point that he’s willing to be shot to death than to be stopped in his quest for vengeance, it’s rather strange for him to be asking somebody else such a question.

ROY: but what will you do after shooting me to death?

and now we have finally reached the controversial “RIZA HAWKEYE IS SUICIDAL: PART II” scene, where she supposedly manipulated Roy by threatening her own life. Viz’s English translation for Riza’s speech is actually pretty accurate, if not a tad bit more dramatic than the Japanese version:

Roy struggled with himself as he considered her response to the “what-if scenario” he himself brought up. In the end, he had decided to back off and opted to release his pent-up fury with a snap directed away from them.

He finally regained his reasoning and became aware of the situation he put himself and Riza in.

ROY: I am bothered [or troubled] by this.
JAP: それは困る

ROY: *continues* I cannot lose you [for such a reason].
JAP: 君を失う訳にはいかない

Fast forward to the end of the “what in the hell is this situation I’m in” speech from Roy, where he regretted his actions.

ROY: *to Riza* To have made you deal with this [kind of situation], I am the greatest idiot.

Afterwards, Roy guided Riza’s hand holding the gun down as he apologized and they eventually collapse to the floor in relief.


What I’m really trying to point out from all that prelude is…

It was Roy who asked Riza what she would do after he dies from her shot.

Roy created the hypothetical scenario himself, when it seemed like Riza had reached the end of the line.  Riza was not trying to manipulate him in any way. I mean, she already said everything she could: reminded him of their goals and motivations, alluded to her father’s descent into madness, appealed to his morality/sense of justice. Riza was already at a loss on how to deal with Roy: her last resort – putting the gun to his head – was not working, and no amount of convincing could go through him at the time.

It was Roy himself who gave her a chance to change his mind – a last ditch effort – before she had to decide whether he deserved to live or die. At this point, I think Roy himself wanted to be saved from the anger that consumed him, and he knew that if there was someone who could save him, it would be Riza who knew him inside and out. He knew that she would never lie to him; he trusted her that much. Hell, he entrusted her with his life! And Riza was not one to betray anyone’s trust, and definitely not Roy’s so she simply answered sincerely.

She never intended to manipulate Roy into anything with her answer, as shocking as it might have been. After seeing how Roy lost himself to something close to insanity so quickly, she probably realized once again how all-consuming and dangerous Flame Alchemy was (this is on top of her PTSD that was most likely triggered by Roy’s indiscriminate use of his flames on Envy). This could be the reason why she replied to Roy’s question the way she did. For her final attempt, she decided to give him the cold, hard truth, and if that had not worked, then she would have shot him dead as he had asked and she had promised years ago when they agreed to make Amestris a better place.

As for the suicide part of Riza’s response, I believe that @edwinrys already did a very good job of explaining Riza’s reason for wanting to end her life if she had to live without Roy. I also want to add that Roy is as guilty of the same accusation with regards to suicide because he was willing to perform the ultimate taboo – human transmutation – to save Riza even if it meant the damnation of the entire country and his own life. And in the end, the thought of suicide (or even the intention to commit suicide) is not the same as actually doing it. Riza was forced to deal with a morbid what if situation that could very well have become a reality with the way things were going back then presented to her under extreme duress. Her response to Roy’s question was merely the statement of the most likely outcome based on her state of mind at the moment, but you have to remember the circumstances could still change, which could then prompt her to choose to continue living even if Roy do die in the end (thank heavens he did not!!).

In my opinion, if some manipulation really did happen in this arc, it was from Roy’s part when he brought up this WHAT IF YOU SHOT ME DEAD business. That’s where it all began. I love Roy as well, but sometimes he could seriously be a big jerk. But in all honesty, I’d like to think that he wanted to be saved, too, so he gave Riza an opening. He finally recognized the fact that while he could not save himself on his own, there were people around him – with Riza as the first and the closest person to him – who were willing to help him and send him to the right path. A few chapters later, we see him proudly stating such realization to Bradley right before the colonel was made into the fifth sacrifice.


TL;DR: Roy dared Riza to shoot him. Then he asked her what she would do after he dies, thus creating an awful hypothetical scenario. Riza being Riza answered him truthfully in her final attempt to snap him out of his rage. She responded to his WHAT IF without any malice or the intention to manipulate Roy. One possible reason why he asked such a question is he wanted to be saved, but needed some reinforcement from the person closest to him. Hmm, who could that person be? Oh, it’s Riza Hawkeye: his adjutant and his appointed judge, jury and executioner!! Once again for emphasis: ROY ASKED FIRST, RIZA REPLIED WITH THE TRUTH.

I want to say more about the other accusations against Riza, but it’s almost midnight where I live. I am so sleepy and about to pass out so I’ll stop right here. Just know that I will defend Riza to death because she’s one of the best positive role models in the series and I cannot stand it whenever people are dissing my queen.

asianregret  asked:

Here is my first question, many people are comparing Lena to the evolution of Morgana. What are the similarities and differences between the two of them characteristically and plot wise. 😍

Ah, yes. Pull up a chair kids because this is a damn good question.

I think we can all pretty much agree that making Lena evil and killing her off would be some of the most lazy and cliche examples of writing ever to be dragged across our screens. We’ve been suffering enough through S2 of Supergirl and this plot twist (not actually a plot twist) would not only most likely be the last straw for us all, but it would be ridiculous.

I know some people like to hate on Lena for different reasons such as not liking SuperCorp or just assuming that she will be just another evil Luthor. I have some words for those that talk crap about my precious cupcake but let’s keep this friendly shall we? Sure, there are some parallels between Lex and Clark vs. Lena and Kara. You can have those. But they aren’t the only parallels that exist. The real plot twist is already in progress friends. The real plot twist is Lena actually being *gay gasp* GOOD! Whaaaaat? Who saw that coming!?

Some that are familiar with Katie’s work pre-Lena like to compare Lena to Morgana. Which is awesome might I add. However, some of these comparisons are cheaply used to explain exactly why Lena will be evil. Nope. The Katie McGrath Character Analyst™ is here to tell you that is weak.

So lets start this out by talking about Morgana. Most of you are familiar, I’m sure but for those that are not or need some refreshing, let’s do a quick fact list/breakdown.

The Lady Morgana Pendragon

Originally posted by missmysteriousm


  • Originally considered to be Camelot’s Favorite Daughter
  • Daughter of Vivienne
  • Raised by Uther Pendragon’s best friend, Gorlois
  • Adopted by Uther following Gorlois’ death
  • Turns out to be Uther’s biological daughter and older half-sister of Arthur Pendragon
  • Has a legitimate claim to the throne
  • Younger half-sister of Morgause
  • Former friend and eventual rival of Merlin
  • Eventual enemy of Camelot
  • Powerful magic wielder rivaled only by Merlin/Emrys
  • The Last High Priestess of the Triple Goddess

Okay, caught up? Cool. Morgana’s story is actually quite tragic (Of course it is! It’s Katie! What do you think this is?) But it is quite powerful as well. It has always been foretold that it was in Morgana’s destiny is to become the evil, all-powerful witch that the grew to be. But she was not always like that, and she didn’t have to be! Morgana started out as a sweet, innocent, yet still fiery young woman that had a huge heart and the love and respect of everyone. She could stand up for herself and had the wits to challenge everyone around her. At that point, the biggest issues in her life were her negative feelings toward Uther’s views of magic and those that had it, and the possibility that she may have magic herself. Let us consider the very important fact that Morgana suffered from several external factors that eventually led to her turn.

Uther Pendragon

Morgana always made it clear that she disliked Uther’s harsh methods when it regarded the treatment of sorcerers in and around Camelot. She didn’t think it was right or fair that an innocent person should be executed simply because of what they are. She was right! There were good people in the world that had magic and did not deserve persecution. However, Uther would hear none of her arguments and often acted aggressively toward Morgana when she spoke against him. At times, Uther went as far as laying hands on Morgana and even locked her in a cell until she apologized for calling him a tyrant and a madman – for speaking the truth. Morgana also learns the truth of how Gorlois (the man she believed to be her father died). He was sent to battle by Uther whom failed to send him the reinforcements he needed. This is something that was very difficult for her to handle. It eventually came to Morgana’s attention that she had been lied to her entire life. She discovered that she was actually Uther’s biological daughter from a time that he was involved with Vivienne (mother of Morgause) and that she was actually the rightful heir to the throne. After hearing the way Uther claimed to feel about her, she tried to give him a chance to come clean. Instead Uther decided to keep his secret saying the people do not need to know, thus denying Morgana and her birthright. After years of his crap, Morgana had enough of him. She hated him. She wanted him dead. Needed him dead. So she turned to our next evil inducing factor, Morgause.

Morgause

Ah Morgause and Morgana. Umm, MorMor? Was that a thing? People shipped them. Shippers, acknowledge and answer me! Was that name a thing?? Wait no, Morcest! That’s what it was. Okay. Got it. Thanks guys. This troubles me.

Anywho, Morgause obviously played a major role in Morgana’s turn. I’ll skip ahead really quick and say that Morgause was literally the only person that had enough opportunity, that actually tried to help Morgana explore her power. She helped Morgana embrace the magic that she was originally so afraid of. When meeting with Morgause one night, she explained that she hated the man the Uther had become and even had a chance to kill him but decided to save him instead. She regretted that decision. Morgause saw this and the trust Morgana has invested in her as an opportunity to use Morgana’s body as a vessel that hosted an enchantment that proved to be dangerous to Camelot. Morgana was of course, unaware of this and was not intentionally hurting anyone. This led to the final straw and evil inducing factor, Merlin.

Merlin (and Gaius and Kilgharrah)

I will keep this short because again, Merlin was a man that Morgana originally placed great faith and trust in. They went through a lot together and Morgana trusted him to keep her secret of having magic. Where did our “hero” go wrong? He lied to her. Kept the secret of having magic away from her despite knowing how he could help her. He decided to keep it a secret because the old man and the crazy locked up dragon told him so. Bad choice Merlin. Upon discovering Morgana’s alleged involvement in Camelot’s toil, he just up and poisoned her. That’s it. Tricked her. Poisoned her. Sat there and cried while he murdered the woman that was supposed to be his friend. Rude. Morgause was the one that came to her rescue. Case in point: If Merlin had been honest with Morgana from the beginning, she most likely would not have turned to Morgause. She would not have felt so alone. She would not have been taken away by Morgause and shaped into the evil, angry, and vindictive sorceress that she became. Merlin even acknowledged this point later.

The result: Evil!Morgana

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Good job team. Sloooow clap. Look what you did. Now she’s pissed.

So how does this all compare to our lil cupcake Lena Luthor?? Let’s see.

Firstly, this is tough because we had 5 seasons of our beautiful Morgana and only have ohhh about an hour or less of Lena (crime against humanity). Let me see what I can do, Chance.

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So this is a novel and people hate me already soooo, tune in for Lena’s analysis OR a TL;DR after the break. Stay with me, lovelies!

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Pissed Off - Zach Dempsey

-NOT MY GIF-

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Word Count: 1,023

Warnings: Swearing

Plot Summary: You end up accidentally pissing off the one and only Zach Dempsey. Now you have to make it up to him.

A/n: I know I’m doing pretty much all Zach Dempsey imagines right now but I love his character. Feel free to request an imagine for any of the characters listed on my Masterlist (:

“So how was Biology?” asked Hannah seemingly stepping out of nowhere.

“I’d say hell on earth, everyone’s failing apart from Dempsey” you said as the two of you walked off towards the lunch hall.

“Zach doesn’t he play basketball?” asked Hannah looking at you with a confused expression.

“Yeah and just because he’s acing the class miss is expecting everyone else to, why can’t the guy stick to being a dumb jock and make everyone’s lives easier” you laughed and Hannah giggled.

Suddenly someone pushed past you crashing into your shoulder with force before storming off down the hallway. You were too concerned about your shoulder and not dropping the stack of books you were holding to realise who it was.

“Oh god I think he heard you” said Hannah as you looked up just in time to see the one and only Zach Dempsey storm off around the corner.

“What’s he going to do anyway” you said pissed glaring at the corner and rubbing your shoulder.

“Well considering he’s six two and built like a brick shit house, not to mention he’s one of the most popular guys in the school I would say there are a fair few things that he could do to make your life hell” she said taking some of your books from you in an attempt to help.

“Oh god” you said looking at Hannah who had a sympathetic expression on her face.

“Yeah” she said rising her eyebrows.

The two of you sat down on one of the empty tables in the food hall, Hannah placing your books down next to you as you rubbed your shoulder. You got your lunch out of your bag picked up your sandwich and as you were about to take a bite you looked over to Zach’s table. He was smiling then as his eyes met yours his smile faded and turned into more of a pissed off look before he looked away from you and back to his friend.

“Oh, you have really pissed him off” said Hannah as you looked at her; she had turned her head into the direction of Zach and had seen what had happened.

“Great” you said putting your sandwich down suddenly not feeling hungry.

“If you don’t fix this then he has the power to destroy you” she said turning back to face you with as serious expression on her face.

“What do you mean fix this, there’s no fixing this! No one messes with a Jock without their life being ruined, you just wait today its dirty looks tomorrow it will be slime in my locker” you said crossing your arms.

“Slime?” She said a smile creeping onto her face.

You couldn’t help but smile.

“It was the first thing that popped into my head ok” you said trying to keep your angry face but failing as Hannah starting laughing.

“Ok, ok but on a serious note we can’t let that happen all you have to do is go up and apologise for what you said” said Hannah trying to put on the most serious face she had.

“Yeah because marching over there right now is a really good idea” you said shaking your head. “I’m just going to have to move to Antarctica and live with the penguins” finished

“There aren’t any Penguins in Antarctica” laughed Hannah. “Wow you really are shit at biology” she said shaking her head laughing.

“Oh well then I will go find Santa” you said “Become an elf or something.”

“Look just catch up with him after baseball practice today, he usually practices alone in sports hall so apologise then” she said as the bell rang and the two of you stood up to go to your form rooms.

“Yeah and if he doesn’t murder me then I will go and get my feet fitted for little green pointy boots and find some stripy tights” you said with a laugh as you waved goodbye to Hannah as the two of you headed in different directions to your form rooms.

You spent the next hour of History thinking about what the hell you were going to day to Zach, but as you slowly walked towards the doors of the sports hall all the plans you had made faded from your head and you heart hammered. You stood outside the door reluctant to go in as you heard the ball smacking into the ground again and again along with the squeak of his trainers on the floor.

Suddenly the door opened scaring you half to death and there stood Zach Dempsey, in his shorts bare chested just inches from you.

“What the hell are you doing here Y/n” he said and you winced at how your name came out of his mouth.

“I’m here to apologise” you said trying to look at anything but his toned chest or his muscular arms.

His expression didn’t change.

“I’m sorry for what I said about you being a dumb Jock and all that” you said quietly as he stared down at you, his gaze making you forget how to England.

“Apology not accepted” he said with a smirk.

“What?!” you said his statement breaking you out of your trance as you looked up at him shocked and confused.

“I said that I don’t accept your apology, you’re going to have to do better than that to earn my forgiveness” he said smirking again, the look in your eye made your stomach fill with butterflies.

“What do you mean?” you asked frowning trying as hard as you could not to appear weak under his gaze.

“Well” he said as he stepped closer to you leaning down a little bit, he brought his hands to your face and then kissed you.

You felt the cool wall against your back as he pressed up against you, you kissed back the kiss becoming more and more heated by the second as one of his arms went to your waist pulling you closer still. The he pulled away, you opened your eyes and he was smiling.

“Well that certainly a start” he said and you smiled.

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Draco x slytherin weasley!reader

Request: draco is secretly dating a Wesley (red head, hand me downs, very obvious except shes a slytherin) and her sister and Hermione are the only ones who know and it accidently gets spilled to her brothers and how they react and all that junk if you wouldn’t mind?! Id love if you did!

note: you gave me a prompt and i wrote waaaay more surrounding the story than anyone ever asked of me so idk here you go lol

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Draco bit his lip. Clearly you were a Weasley, with the bright ginger hair and moth eaten hand me down cloak, yet he couldn’t deny you were certainly attractive. More than attractive, if he were being honest. It was rather unfortunate, he felt, that such a wonder could be lost to such a dumb family.
He’d watched you from afar for years, but today felt different. Today he wanted to talk to you.

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now or never || dylan o’brien au

word count: 11,502

warnings: cursing, fluff, and soul crushing angst (y’all can thank soph @sincerelystiles for that one)

author’s note: this is a 50′s era au and it is so long and i am genuinely so proud of this! thank you to my girls @sarcasticallystilinski @dumbass-stilinski @sincerelystiles @mf-despair-queen @sabrinas-wolves @thelittlestkitsune @dylan-ohbrien @ninja-stiles and @minhosmeanhoe for letting me constantly tease them with sneak peeks! enjoy! :)

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Office-mate who loves CNN but doesn't understand how televisions work is destroyed by that which she loves most

Hi! Long time lurker, first time poster. I told this story to my friend and she suggested I post it here, so here it is for your judgement/enjoyment!

I work in a small office with only 6 people. The way the office is broken up I share my office with another person, so we’re essentially facing each other. It’s away from the other offices, so we’re kind of left to our own devices. I’ve been working here for about three years now, and have always gotten along with my office-mate. My old office-mate left to start a family, so I’ve been alone for a bit before they hired Marge.

Marge is what you’d find if you googled “worst office-mate.” She brings in smelly food she eats at her desk, she plays loud music in our shared space (even after being asked not to), she fights with the boss on every little thing, she’s nosy (always asking me where I’ve been when I walk back into the office, and I’ve literally caught her listening in at the bosses door). She asks me invasive questions, and when I finally snapped at her to mind her own business she acted like I’d personally assaulted her.

She HATES Trump, which, I mean, everyone in this office does, but she feels the need to CONSTANTLY TALK ABOUT HIM. She is CONSTANTLY relating headlines and giving her commentary, it’s like we have CNN on at the office. I honestly wouldn’t find this so irksome if she didn’t call him a racist in one breath, and in the next lament that there “are not enough white doctors” in America. Whatever. I only bring this up because of what happens next.

Since she loves to be outraged by Trump she needs to watch CNN as much as possible. And again, I just want to point out that we’re ALL outraged by Trump, we just don’t talk about him constantly - and gleefully. It seems like she enjoys hating him. While WE are all sick about the racist shit happening across the country, it seems like SHE is enjoying the unrest, like she loves to be outraged. It seems inauthentic to me, and for whatever reason her attitude offends me.

Anyway, she needs to watch CNN. So, on her break she heads to the office break room which is shared by everyone in the building (like 300 companies). The TV is set by default to CNN but sometimes someone will change it. I noticed that, since she is electronic illiterate, she cannot figure out how to change the channels on the flat screen TV (she asked me for help but I told her I didn’t know how lol). I noticed that she got really upset one day when the TV wasn’t turned to CNN, and complained to the front desk reception (lol wut?) who dutifully sent the maintenance man up to change the damn channel.

Seriously.

So, since I am a petty person, I downloaded an app that can work as a universal remote. I synced it to the break room TV and, since I take my lunch before her, I’d switch it away from CNN from the comfort of my chair. No one is in the break room while I’m on lunch, so it’s not disruptive.

Every day I’d take my lunch, relax in the break room, and watch the nature channel. Every day Marge would demand that the maintenance man go up and switch the channel for her. I don’t know if they offered to “teach” her to change the channel, or if she’s just too stupid to figure it out from watching, or what, but every day she is upset, and every day she comes back from lunch complaining that “this whole office is against me.”

Heh.

This went on for a while. BUT, one fateful day I was heading to the bathroom when I heard a commotion coming from the first floor lobby. I wander over and look over the railing to see Marge squaring off with the girls at reception, yelling at the top of her lungs.

“I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU PEOPLE. CNN SHOULD BE ON AT ALL TIMES! THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE! I WANT TO SPEAK TO YOUR MANAGER!!!”

(Side note: she totally has the “I want to speak to your manager” haircut)

The poor girl at reception says something back, I can’t really hear since she spoke at a normal volume, but I think it was along the lines of “our maintenance person is busy” because Marge continues with:

“THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE! HE CAN’T GO UP FOR ONE SECOND TO TURN IT TO CNN?!?! THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE. YOU PEOPLE ARE INCOMPETENT AND RUDE!!”

She was yelling all sorts of things, some of which I can’t even remember. The gist of it was that Marge felt the staff of the office building was personally attacking her by not switching it to CNN on demand.

I get an idea and sprint back towards our office. I vault over a desk, skid around a corner, fling open our door, and compose myself before calmly walking by the bosses office, stopping in his doorway and tilting my head.

“Do you hear that?” I ask, innocently.

“What?” He asks, looking up from his work.

“That yelling - do you hear that?”

The boss gets up with a curious look on his face and I shrug and walk away. He walks out of the office and out onto the landing, just in time to witness Marge call a tearful receptionist an “incompetent idiot.” and “a stupid Mexican” (I know, she’s a racist pig, that’s part of why I’ve been messing with her).

Boss watches quietly for a minute before going back into his office. I sit down at my desk and get back to work. Soon, Marge storms in, still angry. She’s grumbling and visibly upset.

Boss calls her into his office. Meanwhile, the clock strikes 6 and I pack up to leave. I can hear muffled yelling coming from bosses office but it’s time to leave so I grab my stuff and head out.

The next morning I head to work and notice something is different right away. I walk into my office and see that everything that belonged to Marge has been cleared away.

She’d been fired. My boss bought the receptionist a bouquet of flowers to apologize and fired Marge. I’m told that she didn’t do much work anyway and they probably won’t replace her.

Now I not only am rid of the most hateful bitch I’ve ever know, but I have my office all to myself now.

I’m pretty pleased with myself, honestly. And my boss.

Edit: Maybe I shouldn’t have added the bit about Trump, but I thought it was important to show her hypocrisy as one of the reasons she’s deserving of petty justice. I didn’t mean for the comment section to focus on the politics of it or devolve into name-calling, though I probably should have guessed it.

Look, bottom line: There are shitty people who are democrats, and shitty people who are republicans. There are also great people who are democrats, and great people who are republicans. Marge was a shitty person who happened to be a democrat - this says nothing about anything other than that she is an awful, hypocritical person. If you’re using this to justify hating on democrats, or republicans, blindly, then you’re likely just as bad as Marge herself.

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can you do a fic or imagine where josh is late to someone's funeral (like a family member or something) and realizes he wants to bring flowers so on his way he steals some from the readers garden!!! fluff if you can :) love you tay xoxo

JOSH DUN IMAGINE

Warnings: death mention, poor sappy sad josh. 

Note: I’m so sorry that I take so long to update and write. I’ve been in a bad place lately, but I’m trying to pull out of it. You guys are the best, thanks for sticking with me through all this stuff and being so supportive!! honestly idek what this is, I wrote this half asleep all while eating an unhealthy amount of pasta, so please excuse the inevitable typos that you will find. But anyway here’s a kinda sad, kinda fluffy mess of a fic. 

Josh is late. In every sense of the word, he is so late. He’s even still in his work uniform, grey polo shirt scratching uncomfortably under his rain jacket. His hands are freezing and he doesn’t even have any flowers. Ashley is going to be so mad.

He’s power walking, well aware he probably looks like a mom tracking down six kids in a crowded mall (thinking of that makes his heart clench in his chest). There’s one more street to walk down–he refuses to drive there, it makes it feel too real. He stuffs shaking hands in his pockets and turns the corner.

Josh doesn’t have flowers. He’s visiting for the first time since it happened, he’s late, and he doesn’t have flowers.

He’s a block away when he sees them, the roses growing almost chaotically over a small light pink fence. He stops and looks down at them, then around. No one’s watching, so he crouches and picks a decent handful, murmuring a few sorries as the stems snap. He notes the house number and reminds himself to write a thank you note before standing up and continuing on his way.

Everyone’s already there when Josh arrives, eyes watery from the wind. Ashley gives him a look that would’ve been terrifying if not for the red around her eyes, and Josh mouths his apology while passing out hugs.

With a deep breath he crouches and places the six roses at the base of the polished stone. “Hi, mum.” Josh whispers, pressing a kiss into his hand and then to her name. “Sorry I’m late.”

I miss you. I stole these flowers for you, the old lady they belong to probably noticed already. My boss gave me a few extra sick days because she knows. I’m tired of everyone knowing. I love you.

It happens seven times in the course of two months, and Josh really doesn’t mean to make it a habit, but he can never seem to remember the flowers until he’s well on his way, and there are so many of them in the garden that he hardly feels bad. He never got around to writing the note.

He’s sitting in front of the grave with a bunch of daisies. “The girls miss you.” Josh says quietly, arranging the flowers nicely along the stone. The white is almost too bright to look at. “We all miss you, mum.” He whispers, feeling a tear run down his cheek. “Today at work a girl brought in her therapy dog. She was behind the counter with me and her dog—I can’t remember it’s name, but it spent the whole time licking my shoe. Reckon he knows, too? Anyway, it was nice. Maybe I should get a dog.”

Josh never means to cry but he always ends up doing it. It takes about twenty minutes for him to be able to breathe again, then he says goodbye and walks the three blocks to his car.

He usually visits once a week, sometimes one of his sisters comes with him. If it’s Abigail, they go get ice cream after. If it’s Ashley, which it usually is, they get coffee and don’t talk about it.

It’s running on month six when Josh sees her. He’s holding a beautiful bunch of chrysanthemums by his side, when he notices that there’s someone in the window holding the curtain aside. They make eye contact, and Josh feels very guilty. She doesn’t look angry, although there’s a noticeable furrow between her eyebrows. She’s wearing a cotton bathrobe and holding a mug of coffee. Josh could use some coffee.

He doesn’t know what to do, so he just smiles and holds up the flowers. Then turns on his heels and walks as quickly as he can.

“It’s not an old lady, mum, it’s a girl. She saw me today, caught me red handed.” Josh mumbles, laughing a bit to himself as he clears away some old flowers and places the new ones. “She didn’t do anything though, so I think I’m okay.” His voice cracks as he says it, and then, as usual, starts crying.

It takes two more times for the rightful owner of the flowers to confront Josh about his thievery.

Josh’s on his knees, picking some cute purple flowers when he hears her voice.

“Um, hello?” Josh nearly jumps out of his skin.

“Oh shit.” Josh says, looking up and feeling his heart sink. “Right. I’m sorry I just–your flowers are very nice.”

She smiles and crosses her hands over her chest. “Thank you.”

Josh’s still kneeling, hands shaking where they’re holding stems. She has long, dark hair and a sort of crooked smile on her face. Neither of them are saying anything. She’s wearing an old shirt with a hole near the hem. Josh’s hands are sweating.

“You know, if you’re going to steal my flowers to take to your girl, I think I’m going to have to come with you to make sure she’s beautiful enough to warrant theft.” She says, oddly calm and good natured.

Josh doesn’t know what to say. He just nods, trying to ease the panic rising in his chest.

“Add a few roses.” She orders, and Josh nods, picking a few and standing up, finally. “I’m Y/N, by the way.“ She says, extending a hand.

Josh smiles and shakes it. “Josh.” She smiles at him one more time and then they start to walk.

She pesters him with questions about his imaginary girlfriend, and Josh tries to answer them in the vaguest way possible, all the while trying to figure out how the hell he’s going to explain this when they get to the cemetery.

“Did she like the daisies you picked last time? I always thought those were more of a flower you give your mum, but I guess they’re nice.” she babbles, and Josh almost chokes.

“Yeah, um. Yeah.” he says, his heart racing in his chest. The small side entrance is only a few meters away, and she still has no idea. Josh doesn’t say anything as he walks through the gate, holding it open for her, who immediately stops talking as well.

The silence feels like a heavy blanket, and she just follows Josh as he makes the walk now committed to memory. Josh almost forgets she’s there, dropping to the probably permanently grass stained knees of his jeans and managing a smile. “Hi mum.” He places the flowers around the base of the stone, like he always does. Josh jolts when he feels a hand on his thigh, near his knee. He follows the arm up and meets her green eyes. Josh hadn’t noticed her kneel, too.

“Josh…” she whispers, obviously surprised. Josh doesn’t blame her.

“Don’t.” he says quietly, sniffling and looking away from him. “I brought someone with me. She’s the one I’ve been stealing all the flowers from.” Josh says, smiling a bit and he hears Y/N mumble a soft hello. “She hasn’t called the cops on me yet, which I guess is good.”

He takes a shaky breath before getting choked up. He puts his face in his hands and this was always just a part of his agenda, but the arm around his shoulders is new.

She starts talking.

“The first time I was sitting in my kitchen and I was like oh god do not pick the hibiscuses, they’ve got bees. But he didn’t, he chose some tulips instead.“ she laughs a little, and Josh almost starts crying again. “Between us, I hope he never stops.” she whispers, and Josh knows he wasn’t meant to hear it. There’s a lot he wasn’t meant to do.

Josh sniffles loudly and sits up to wipe his eyes. Her arm is still around his shoulders. “I’m sorry.” he says out of habit, as he’s been doing every time anyone’s seen him cry since October. She just shakes her head and uses a thumb to wipe a stray tear.

“Don’t apologize.” She says, and puts her hand back on her own lap. Josh wants to tell her to put it back. “I’ll um, give you some privacy.” She says, standing up and brushing her jeans off. “And, Josh, you’re welcome to my flowers anytime.” She says, giving him a bright smile before walking away.

Josh doesn’t watch her walk away. He turns back to the gravestone and sighs. “She’s kinda nice isn’t she mum?”

Josh can almost hear his mum yelling at him. Don’t be stupid, dear, go after her.

He kisses his hand and presses it agains the warming stone. “I love you.” He gets up, not bothering to dust off his knees and all but sprints back out to the sidewalk. Josh jogs down the road and turns the corner, smiling when he sees her walking peacefully down the street.

“Hey!” Josh yells, picking up to a run. She turns, and stops walking, looking surprised that Josh is running after her.  

“Let me, um, buy you lunch.” he says breathlessly.  “Figure I owe you one, since I’ve been stealing your flowers for months.“

She smiles and nods.  “Yeah, I guess that’a fair payback.”

They talk as they walk to her pick of café, and Josh feels lighter than he has in months.

They walk back to Y/N’s, and she makes Josh promise to close his eyes as she grabs the spare key. It’s painfully adorable.

“Wanna, um come in?” she asks, looking down at her feet as she says it. Josh’s cheeks go hot at that, being suddenly floored by how pretty she really is.

“I-” Josh starts, before checking his watch,. “Really need to be heading home.” He tries not to let the way her face falls hurt his feelings too bad. “I have work in like, an hour, so.” he explains, and she nods.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. Maybe another time.” she says, eyes wide and hopeful.

Josh grins. "Definitely. I’ll call you–or you’ll see me in your garden, either one.” He throws in a wink and leans in to peck her cheek before turning and walking down the street to his car.  At the corner he turns and finds Y/N still standing in her doorway.

It was not a good day. Josh has been avoiding sleep because every time he closes his eyes at night,  he can’t stop picturing the time he showed his mum how he could climb the tree in the backyard. He fell on the second branch and skinned his shin and elbow. She patched him up and bought him ice cream, and then they watched movies until Josh fell asleep against her on the couch.

He sighs and presses the heels of his palms into his eyes. He’d stopped crying about an hour ago, now he’s just staring at his ceiling with his eyes burning. It’s four thirty. Sleep is definitely out of the picture, so Josh grabs his keys and does the only thing he can think of.

He picks seven roses on his way, hops the fence, and finds he can still cry, forehead pressed against cold stone.

He doesn’t know how long he sits there for, but when he opens his eyes, the sky is more grey than black. “Fuck.” He curses and rubs at his stinging eyes. “Sorry for swearing,” He whispers, laughing a bit. “I’ll be back soon, I love you.”

He stands.  It’s about to be five in the morning, and Josh really can’t see himself driving all the way back home. He doesn’t quite know what to do as he walks back, but then he sees the garden, and finds himself knocking on the door.

It takes a few, but Y/N does open the door, hair a mess, grey sweats hanging low on her hips. “Josh,” She says, surprised. “What are you doing here babe?” she asks softly.

“Couldn’t sleep. Needed some flowers.” he mumbles, blinking a few times to try and get rid of the blurriness creeping across his eyes. “Can I come in?”

“Yes, of course.” she says without missing a beat, and Josh sighs, relieved. He toes off his sneakers at the door and lets Y/N lead him through the house.  He can tell that Y/N wants to ask, but doesn’t.

In fact, she doesn’t say anything, and Josh finds that oddly comforting, she just sits next to Josh on the couch and keeps her hands curled in her lap.  

“I took some roses again this morning,” Josh admits.

“What color?” is all she responds with.

“The white.”

“That’s the best kind,” she assures him. You can keep helping yourself to those.” she says, leaning over and poking into Josh’s side. “Think of it as my gift to your mum, too.”

That makes Josh tear up a bit.

“I should go,” he says, not wanting to start crying in front of her for a second time.  

“Oh,” she says, sounding almost disappointed.  “Right— okay.”

Josh stands up, his chest feeling tight and his thoughts racing.  But in the midst of the chaos, he hears her voice.  Clear as day; the reason behind his messy, illogical mind. Don’t be stupid, dear, go after her.

Josh turns suddenly then, and takes a step closer to Y/N, so he can hold her hands in his own. “Can I take you to breakfast right now?”

She beams at him, dimples drilled into her cheeks as she nods in agreement. She hurriedly finds shoes and a jacket, stopping at the door to lock the door before following Josh out. They walk to his car hand in hand, and it all feels so right.

They get pancakes, and Josh kisses the whip cream off her lips. People give them looks as they laugh obnoxiously and fond over one another. Josh doesn’t care.

He wakes up the next morning in a bed that isn’t his own and to the smell of bacon. He smiles to himself. “Are you ever going to let me make you breakfast?” he asks, laughing a little when he sees Y/N standing in front of the stove.

“Maybe, if you ever wake up before me.” she says, looking over her shoulder and smiling at Josh.

They sit down to eat breakfast on Y/N‘s couch, blanket pulled over both of them, and it’s home.

Senior Year In Queens Would Include...

Freshman Year

Sophomore Year

Junior Year

If you don’t understand some references in this part, read the first three parts in the series.

- Michelle is PISSED that you didn’t talk to her all summer. In your defense… you were busy. 

- Stark Internship was going good, although you were always worried about seeing Peter there too. He never even showed up, so you assumed he wasn’t an intern anymore and you could relax-

- UNTIL HE ACTUALLY SHOWED UP ONE DAY WITH MR. STARK AND ALMOST SAW YOU.

- It’s okay though cuz you hide behind a trash can.

- It’s not okay because they walked past the trashcan and saw you. 

-*Fifty Shades of “FUUUUUUCKK”, starring you*

-Mr. Stark was 100% confused at why his star prodigy was hiding behind a trash can. 

- “Why-”

- “I dON’t knOW wHy?

- But nooooo, Mr. Stark couldn’t walk away. 

- “Hey Peter, isn’t this the girl you were obsessing over-”

- “AJAJCUWJNNI NO MR. STARK IT’S NOT HER I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND WHO I LOVE AND CHERISH WHO EVEN IS THIS (NAME) IT’S NOT LIKE I KNOW HER ADDRESS OR HER PARENTS OR ANYTHING NNSCAIENMC.

- Mr. Stark leans in and whispers something to Peter and he turns even redder. You didn’t know what he said… BUT I’M THE NARRATOR AND I KNOW SO FUCK IT I’LL TELL YOU.

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Your Fault

Originally posted by eddiesbadbreak

Summary/prompt: based on a prompt I saw, “He’s dead! Because of you!”

Pairing: Brother Bill Denbrough x Sister reader

Warnings: cursing and angst, so much angst.

Author’s note: I got this prompt from the blog @locomotivefishes I asked them if i could use a prompt from their prompt list, but the never responded, and i was just super inspired by this prompt so i couldn’t wait! So if this is considered plagiarism or theft of work I will take it down! Hope you enjoy!

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You, Eddie, Stan, Richie, and your brother Bill all trudged through the barrens. Eddie and Richie were bickering, as usual, and Bill and Stan were walking silently next to each other while you hung towards the back of the group.

You and Bill were twins and both of you were inseparable, well, you used to be. Since Georgie’s disappearance you two had grown apart. Hell, you whole family had gone to shit. And to make matters worse Bill wouldn’t give up on finding Georgie, hence the reason you all were here.

Bill is convinced that Georgie washed up in the barrens, but you knew the truth.

Georgie is dead.

You didn’t want to believe it, why would you? Georgie was your little brother, there was never a moment Georgie couldn’t make you smile. But he can’t anymore. Because he’s gone.

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Beautiful Bill Skarsgård x Reader

Requester: Anonymous

Prompt: So i started Hemlock, aint so bad. I really like it so far! Can you do Roman x Reader, where the reader is a lil bit chubby and they are dating. She gets along with his sister and Peter very well and he genuinely likes her.

But she over hears people talking about her saying he is only with her to have sex with a chubby girl for laughs so she just avoids him until he practically corners her into telling him why she avoids him? Sorry if the request is too long xD

MAJOR WARNING: Bullying and body shaming

Note: Enjoy!

Originally posted by powerpuffqirls

Originally posted by giphygiff

(I’m sorry I couldn’t help it XD!) 

You sighed as you looked at yourself in the mirror looking at your ugliness.

You weren’t like most girls in a bad way to your opinion. You were slightly chubby so you weren’t stick thin and had a small layer of extra fat but to your opinion you thought you looked like an elephant.

Your thighs were too big, your waist was too wide, your hips were just…you didn’t find yourself beautiful. You felt ashamed of it everyday you went to school passing by your peers who looked at you funny and teased you just because you chose to wear loose clothing instead of their tight fitting mini skirts and heels.

You arrived to your locker and began to grab your stuff for your first class. You closed your locker with your stuff in your arms and hurried to class since you liked to be there early.

When you were walking down the stairs a dumb jock bumped into you and you tumbled down the stairs causing your papers, binders, and books to go all over the stairs. A few of the people around you laughed and the arrogant dumbass high fived his friends.

A few sluts walked past you stepping on your papers or avoiding your objects pretending like you weren’t even there at all.

“Need some help?”

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Search Party (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

OMG WHY ARE YOUR PROMPTS SO CUTE???? Anyways can I have a Draco x reader one?? Like they’re in their 4th year or something, around GOF, and reader is a gryffindor but legit acts like a hufflepuff and looses her pet, but like her pet is a rabbit or turtle and Draco is just like “wtf you lost a ___ in the castle???” Thank you!!! Xx


“Hermione, Hermione, HERMIONE! Can you slow down, I’m sure Hagrid’s not going to yell at us if we’re five minutes late to class.” You said, trying to put in your robe as she dragged you out of your shared room and out towards the hall. You had both overslept, you were all up all night trying to come up with solution for the first task of the tournament…none of you wanted Harry to be BBQ’ed by a dragon. Even Draco helped, much to everyone’s surprised.

“Honestly, Y/N, we’re going to be more than five minutes late, we haven’t even left the castle yet! And we need to make it to the field!” just to calm the girl down, you begrudgingly started running besides her and much to her delight, you guys made it to the field in less than 3 minutes, just in time. Hagrid wasn’t even there yet.

“About time you showed up, I was beginning to think Herman kidnapped you.” A voice said from behind you, making you turn around, a finger waving in the air  already.

“Draco Malfoy, how many times do I have to tell you to stop it with the insults?” you reproached as the he gulped.

“Sorry Hermione…” he muttered as Hermione stifled her giggles with her hand, she bid the both of you goodbye as she spotted the rest of the golden trio.

“I swear love, you’re lucky I’m rather fond of you because never in a trillion years would I be apologizing to a Gryffindor.” He joked, grabbing your bag and linking his hand with yours.

“Well I’m sure you never thought you would be dating one as well.” You said pecking his lip while he rolled his eyes at you, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiled at you.

“Come on, Hagrid’s finally here and Potter is shooting daggers at me for keeping you away from the class.” He said as he led you towards the class, near Crabbe and Goyle and the Golden trio.

Care of Magical Creatures went on as usual, you chatted with Draco as you worked, trying your hardest to make him and the Golden trio friends. You can clearly remember when you told the trio that you and Draco were dating…

“Draco? As in Draco Malfoy?” Harry said, spitting out the pumpkin juice he had been drinking.

“OUR SWORN ENEMY?!” Ron yelled, as he stood up from his chair.

“Hm, that does explain why you lingered so much by the dungeons lately…” Hermione said softly, laughing at the scene in front of her, grabbing Ron’s arm and sitting him back down.

“I bet he hexed her! A love potion even!”

“Is he blackmailing you? Does he have Snape behind this plan of his? We could owl Sirius, or Remus even, they’re not afraid of Snape.” Harry asked, worried etched on his face as Ron’s frown deepened.

“There is no evil masterplan! We got paired up in Charms, after that we hung out more and one thing lead to another… I’m just letting you blokes know before anyone else.” You finished, blushing slightly. Harry was about to protest but Hermione cut him off.

“Would you two calm down? She’s perfectly capable of making her own choices, although I’m also trying to understand why, Y/N knows what she’s doing.” Hermione said, having enough of  Ron and Harry’s questioning about Draco’s intentions.

You chuckled at the memory as Draco nudge your side, pointing at how Ron managed to anger one of the Skrewts; Hermione was trying to soothe the angry Skrewt with food as Ron glared at it. Class was soon dismissed and you all headed towards the castle, you and Draco held hands as you walked, you could faintly hear Hermione telling the boys to stop glaring and to behave. You made a mental note to thank her later. Both the Slytherins and the Gryffindors had Potions after lunch so you all headed towards the dining hall. Since you had overslept, this was the first meal you were going to have today.

“I should’ve woken you up or something, but I doubt I would’ve been welcome into your common room.” Draco said as he laughed at the amount of food you had piled on your plate.

“Yeah, especially since the twins are still weary of you.” you joked back.

“I should be the one weary of them! Once Weasley told the whole Gryffindor dorm about us they pranked me nonstop for a week!”

“You gotta hand it to them, they snuck into the Slytherin common room just to mess with your shampoo, green looked good on you babe.” You said, laughing as you grabbed another roll of bread.

“Yeah, yeah, hurry up now, love, I don’t want Granger to scold me if we both show up late to Potions.” He said, grabbing two cookies and wrapping them up in napkin before stuffing them inside his robes. You bid his friends goodbye, Crabbe and Goyle waved back as Pansy glared at you, she wasn’t fond of how you would sit down and eat at the Slytherin table instead of your own house table but after Draco told her off the first time, she keeps her comments to herself and just glares.

Since it was a Friday, Potions was your last class of the day, and much to Snape’s annoyance, no one but Hermione was paying attention. Even though it felt like forever, class was finally over.

“Can you believe? Finally a Friday where neither team has practice! I just need to go drop off my bag and change, then we can go to the lake.” You said as Draco walked you towards the Gryffindor common room.
“I need to do the same, meet you out here in 15 minutes?” He asked, you nodded as you grabbed your bag from his awaiting hand, you kissed him softly and bid him off. You entered the common room, seeing Harry, Ron and Hermione already sprawled out near the fire.
“Hey Y/N! Are you up for a game of wizard chess?” Harry called out.
“I’m sorry Harry, Draco and I are going to the lake, he swears he can get the giant squid to do tricks like a puppy.” You said laughing.
“Alright, rain check then?”
“Absolutely!” You shouted as you ran up the stairs and towards the girls dorms.
“They’re cute together.” Hermione said as she watched you run up the stairs.
“A little too cute.” Ron grumbled.
“Come on Ronald, she brings the best out of him. Draco and his goons have been more civil towards us ever since they started dating and you know.” Hermione said, defiantly.
“She’s right, as much as I hate to admit it…and he treats her right.” Harry added.
Ron was about to say something when you came running down the stairs, a worried and frantic look etched on your face.
“GUYS! GUYS!” You screamed as you skipped the last two steps, almost tripping on your way down, luckily Harry caught you as he was already making his way towards you.
“Y/N, What’s wrong?” He asked as Hermione and Ron made their way to you.
“He’s gone!” You cried out, your eyes glistening with tears.
“Who’s gone? Who’s he?” Harry’ asked.

“Speedy is gone! He’s not in his tank!”
“Are you sure he’s not there?” Hermione asked, placing a hand on your shoulder.
“Yes I’m sure! He’s a turtle, he’s always in his tank and as I finished changing I went to check on him and he wasn’t there.” You replied, a few tears making their way down your cheeks.
“Isn’t he in a tank…full of water? On top of your desk? With a cover?” Ron asked, cautiously, not wanting to make you cry even more.
“Yes he is, well was! But he’s not there! Now are you going to help me look for him or not?” You said, glaring at Ron as he raised his hands in surrender. Harry and Hermione started moving the furniture around the room, you quickly took out your wand and whispered Lumos, and searched under the countless bookcases.
You heard the portrait hole open but didn’t think much of it, you were much too worried about your turtle.
“Thanks Longbottom, but I see her, don’t know what she’s doing but I’ve found her. Thanks again for letting me in.” You bumped your head on the shelf as you stood up quickly, hearing Draco’s voice. You immediately ran to him.
“Hey, hey, what’s wrong, love? Are you hurt?” Draco asked, voice laced with concern as he saw you crying. His eyes scanned you over for any sign of injuries.
“Speedy’s missing! I was in such a rush to get ready this morning that I must’ve forgotten to close his tank cover after I fed him. He must’ve climbed out because of the new plant I got him…I should’ve listened to Hermione, that plant was far too tall for his tank.” You ranted as the tears rolled down your face.
“YN…you lost a turtle, in the castle?” Draco asked confused but he couldn’t bear to you in distressed so instead questioning you he comforted you.

“It’s going to be okay, love, we’re going to find him.” He answered, kissing your forehead and wiping your tears. You nodded, smiling weakly at him. You and Hermione searched the girl’s dorm as the boys did the same in their perspective dorms. After two hours you all regrouped in the common room and began searching every nook and cranny.

“Love it’s almost dinner time, do you want to go down and grab a quick bite to eat and then look for him?” Draco said, you were both crawling around the floor, looking for Speedy.

“I’m not hungry.” You mumbled, sadly.
“Speedy wouldn’t want you to get sick, you need to eat something.”
“I just can’t believe he’s missing, Dumbledore trusted me to be responsible enough to take care of a turtle, oh Merlin what is McGonagall going to say? Why didn’t I get a cat instead…”
“Just last week you had a full out argument with Granger about how Speedy was much cuter than Crookshanks.” Draco said, making you smile.
“You know I was right, he’s the cutest pet in the castle.” You said, laughingly softly at the memory.

After a few more minutes Harry, Ron and Hermione told you that they were going to go get some food but that they would search along the way, just in case if Speedy got out of the common room.
You nodded and went back to searching, you still had to look by the windows and under the staircases. You were heading towards the stairs when Draco yelled out your name.
“Y/N! I found him!” He said, running towards you, Speedy safely in his hands.
“Oh Speedy!” You said, taking him from Draco’s hand.
“That’s it, I’m taking that plant out, you must be hungry, come on let’s get you back home.” You gushed, Speedy only stared at you, unaware of the anguish he caused. You were about to tell Draco that you were going to your room to put him in his tank but he beat you to it.
“Go, he probably misses the water, I’ll wait here.” Draco said, smiling fondly at you, happy that you weren’t sad anymore.
You quickly nodded, already halfway up the stairs but then came running back down. Before he could ask if something was wrong, you cut him with a passionate kiss. After a few seconds you broke apart, both of you flushed, and smiling.

“Thank you.”

“Anything for you, love.”

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Bucky x Reader

warnings: angst ( bawling uncontrollably counts)

Word count: 1,140

Y/N = your name

E/C = eye color

Summary: Bucky finds out one of his old gal friends is in town and was invited to hang out. But reader has a bad history with her since she too loved Bucky so she wants to come along, but Bucky doesn’t think that it is a good idea. This leads to an argument that doesn’t end with tears of happiness. 


“Bucky c’mon, I see no reason to why I can’t come along, she’s just your friend right?” You and Bucky mostly never agrue over stupid things like this, but ever since Claire (best friend that used to love him) called and asked Bucky to hang out today, you couldn’t help but feel panicky. 

“She is just a friend Y/N, and it’s just because the last time she was with us you looked so uncomfortable and looked as if you were gonna tear her head off.” Bucky had said while getting dressed. 

“Well how could I not Bucky! She kept on brushing her hand against your own, and making googly eyes at you!” Bucky knew that you were insecure about loosing him because you thought you weren’t good enough, or as beautiful …like Claire.  After Bucky finished pulling down his shirt he came to you and had grabbed your hands while looking into your E/C eyes. “ Y/N I promise she is only a friend and we’ll only be out for a couple of hours.” 

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No Missed Chances

Member: Yuta // NCT

Genre: Romance, Smut

Short Summary: He was so jealous of you spending your time with Johnny, he thought he saw red. Revenge would ensue.

Words: 2.5k

She had been getting the chills starting from around half an hour ago- starting from the moment she reached the living room of his dorm and beginning to talk with Johnny because it was easier to communicate with him, plus the man had such a laid-back air around him that she was simply drawn to him.

Quite clearly, Yuta, or her boyfriend for specifics, had not been too amused, having totally expected her to focus all of her attention on him instead of his friend. He was getting more and more annoyed by the passing minute, and the situation was becoming funny both to her and Johnny as they spoke, starting to simply discuss the weather all to annoy Yuta that bit more. To get him closer to the edge of snapping.

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You and Me

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3

Originally posted by auliicraval

 A/N: This gif has absolutely nothing to do with the writing but Cameron Boyce is so cute. This sucks sm and I know that some of you guys didn’t ask to be tagged but you commented so I tagged you.

Tags: @opalescentobrien @pinkgirlisepic @emrysaaryn @bubbles2428 @sweet-nightingale-171

Carlos’s POV 

Where could she possibly be? I didn’t know her well enough to know where she’d go when she’s upset. (Y/N) didn’t seem like the type of person to go back to her room when she was hurt. I racked my knowledge of the campus and thought of the prettiest place in all of Auradon. The Enchanted Lake, that’s where she had to be.

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Hak is not a Nice Guy™: A rant by me

**Note: I apologize in advance if this comes across as angry and vitriolic, but I really like Hak a lot. I think he’s a wonderful leading man who genuinely cares and respects Yona in ways I so rarely see in popular media, so to see him being criticized for not being a Nice Guy™ really, really grinds my gears and I felt it necessary to say something. So… yeah. 


So I go on a manga reading website to read AnY, and in one of the forum I see a great big jumble of bullshit masquerading as a forum post. I’ll spare you guys most of it, but I screenshotted the part that made me livid because, especially for the anime but also for the manga, I see the same sort of reasoning ALL THE TIME.

Not only is this just…. super gross generally, but it shows a fundamental misunderstanding of Hak as character. Hak is not a Nice Guy™ who is caring for Yona with ulterior motive of “Oh, if I just stick around long enough and remain hopeful, someday she’s gonna fall for me, right??” No. NO NO NO NO. That is not Hak. That was never Hak. He is not here at Yona’s side hoping and waiting for the moment that she’ll someday love him, and it sure as  hell isn’t the reason he’s still there after all this time. Does he love her, and did he try to make such apparent to her originally? For sure. Does he believe if he just remains persistent, she’ll someday love him back? No. Nooooooo. NO. 

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