believe me i wouldn't be writing this if i didn't have to

Man, Attack On Titan’s character and thematic writing really is underrated.

I see almost nothing picking the characters apart (outside my bubble of Tumblr, at least), when to me it’s the most interesting part of the story.

I don’t think the horror would work if the characters didn’t have these human reactions. If everyone were a badass like Levi you wouldn’t believe in their threat. It’s really the tragedy element of a character’s human flaws and desires getting the best of them.

Eren’s mother’s death is so effective because she is so human. Because she isn’t a infallible source of hope. She’s just another human being who breaks when her family is taken away. If that weren’t there, I don’t think the scene would be nearly as powerful.

Imagine if Gelgar didn’t really have the drinking problem?

If the Levi squad never admitted their mistake?

If Ymir had no motivation of living for herself or Historia her predicament of having given a false name?

If Mikasa didn’t have everyone she loves constantly taken away?

If Eren and Armin didn’t have their shared dream of freedom or putting an end and giving a meaning to all the deaths that happen?

The characters all have human desires, but within a cruel and unfeeling world.

The world is unfair and our characters fight so it no longer would be unfair, this is why I think I care, at least.

Would you really care if these characters weren’t shown to be feeling these things? It’s not that the Titans are this overwhelming threat that makes this story effective, it’s that they turn a blind eye to feelings. The Titans could be no matter what size or shape, but their threat wouldn’t be real if it didn’t mean anything to the characters and thus the audience. We hate the Titans because they make the world unfair and cold (just as we hate Marley because they make the world unfair and cold).

The idea that rational badass who does nothing wrong = good character is such an annoying thing for AoT for this reason and would absolutely ruin the series.


@hpqueernet | introduction event - @ginnyweaslcy, gay albus potter

Albus Potter knew from the beginning his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and beyond that he had been deemed “Harry Potter’s disappointing son” by the media. After growing up in a home where everyone had been filled with so much love and adoration for each other, Albus has never considered for one minute that his parents would have been disappointed in him for being different. But the media was a powerful tool that helped instill the “Harry Potter’s disappointing son” mantra into the heads of thousands, including Albus himself. 

So when the end of his third year rolled around, and Albus had finally admitted to himself that, yeah, he was pretty gay, his first thought was great, another adjective to add to my “Harry Potter’s disappointing son” list. Along with stupid, slytherin, and doesn’t like quidditch he could now add g a y

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For @abloodneed, one of the most amazing, beautiful men alive. Thank you for always being you.

There were certain things that Magnus feared. The loss of a loved one—his mind flashed to quick strides, dark hair and hazel eyes—, the loss of a friend—his breath caught at the image of dark eyes, dark hair streaked with grey, twin horns, and skin grown cold—, and the loss of his children—the downworlders he’d taken underneath his wings. His fingers dug into the oak coffee table, scouring the wood as his mind supplied him with images of everyone of them that he’d lost. Drawing in breath was hard, like he was suffocating, a direct contradiction to the cool breeze wafting into the outdoor patio of the mundane bar he’d decided to visit. Sometimes, he just needed that time to himself, amongst the mundanes that entertained him with how they scurried about in their daily lives, unaware of the world that existed in the shadows.

He did just that at the moment, watching them go about their lives when suddenly, everything… froze. From the waiter who had been heading to his table, to the lovers celebrating their recent engagement. Even the late night dog walker and her dog were frozen in place, her with a hand halfway up her hair, and the dog with his tongue half pulled into his mouth. As he took in the the sight, everyone frozen as far as he could he could see, and as he heard those footsteps, calm and unhurried, that oozing mass of power that would cower a lesser man, have them scurrying away or bending their heads in submission, Magnus came face to face with his biggest fear.

“Drinking alone,” a voice he’d heard only once in his life and had hoped he would never hear again wafted out to him, moments before the owner of the voice slid into the seat across from him. White suit—expensive as expected, stretched over a tall lanky form. “Now that doesn’t suit you Magnus,” he drawled as he casually shrugged off the jacket, undid the diamond studded cufflinks so he could roll up his sleeves and show off his forearms. Long lean fingers reached up to run through hair that was kept in place by the crown of barbed wire on his head. He waved his hands and men—shapeshifting demons, Magnus was sure—who’d accompanied him all gave them a wide berth.

“And how would you know what suits or doesn’t suit me,” Magnus tossed back as he reached for his glass of bourbon. “You don’t know me.”

The man grinned, teeth sharp in the moonlight. “Now, now Magnus. Why would you say that? Is that how you speak to your father?”

Magnus raised a brow and took a sip of his bourbon, eyes hard as he stared back at Asmodeus.

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anonymous asked:

Did you saw the savan thing? I'm glad for louis for standing out like imagine if 1d didn't changed their sound? Probably they wouldn't be here anymore I'm quite sad that they never let them take 100% of control of their music like it would be so great I hope they can show their talents in the future

What stands out to me is that Savan himself admits that he was stuck in a headspace where he viewed the boys as incompetent children.  It’s his own fault that he didn’t give them room and support to grow and they (or only 1 if you listen to Savan) rebelled against that.

All the boys have always had their own opinions and even if they aren’t always free to do what they need to, they’re not going to sit and take it quietly.  That quality of theirs is important because that’s what you have to do to succeed. You can’t succeed just by doing everything that someone else tells you.  You have to have your own voice and your own unique something to add to the world.

Savan KNOWS that he was at fault and yet he’s still bitter that not all the boys were happy with being ignored and suffocated.

I don’t think he’s completely wrong.  It makes sense that they’d need some time to learn and get adapted to the music scene.  They would need guidance at first and not every idea they thought was wonderful would actually be a good one.  If the company was looking for the “5 and bled dry” plan that they habitually use, Savan’s right in that the safe route was the super general romantic pop that was on the first 2 albums.  In that sense, it would be inevitable that the boys would have to sing music they didn’t love.

“Safe” isn’t the only way to succeed, though, and Savan should know as well as anyone that the “5 and bled dry” plan wasn’t in the interest of the boys themselves.  It’s something that is only meant to make profit for the company. He has no business criticizing them for not liking what they were forced to do to earn money for 1DHQ.  Their goal wasn’t ever to be a 5 and done flash in the pan.

It says more to me about Savan’s maturity level that he’s talking about someone that way.  Pretending to be vague while giving enough details that anyone can tell who you’re talking about is petty and disingenuous.  Saying that you made mistakes and still bringing up bitter feelings and painting the other person in a bad light is even more so.

We all can tell it’s Louis he’s talking about.  Not because it describes Louis, but because it clearly describes what 1DHQ has always thought Louis was.  Louis has an amazing knack for writing lyrics and he’s got such an emotive voice. What would have happened if he sat back and continued to allow them to pretend he didn’t exist except as a comedian for the band?  He’d have gotten nowhere.  Anyone can tell that if others are ignoring you, if you don’t speak up, you’re going to continue to get ignored. 

Did Savan just want Louis to take being treated like he didn’t matter lying down?  Did Savan want them all to sing music they didn’t like and be treated as a commodity and be grateful for it?  That’s not what they signed up for. Unfortunately they didn’t know that’s what they were going to get when they did sign up.

I’m disappointed because I really loved Niall and Savan’s interactions over Twitter in the early days.  I wanted him to be more of a Caroline Watson or Paul Higgins.


Savan: “Can you believe that they were angry we didn’t listen to them, pigeon-holed them as worthless, treated them like unimportant children, and were trying to make money rather than advancing their artistic careers?  How childish.”

“May I?” Lady Lunafreya asked. She held out her hand.

“Are you… offering to heal me?” Prompto asked, hesitant. Everyone was watching him. He shifted nervously and brushed a lock of hair out of his face. “I’m really grateful but, uh. No thanks? I’m not hurt. But—but I appreciate the offer!” The last thing he wanted was for the Oracle—for Noctis’ friend, the person who had pushed him to meet Noct in the first place—to think him ungrateful.

But Lunafreya didn’t seem to hear. Her arm didn’t waver. “Please.”

Everyone was still watching. Noctis, with his head cocked to the side. Ignis, quietly observing. Gladio, arms crossed, making sure nobody got too close to the Oracle or the King. Prompto didn’t want to be the odd one out.

Lunafreya’s hand looked warm and inviting. So he took it.

Within seconds, Prompto was doubled over, something acidic and awful falling from his lips.

The sensation of throwing up had always been unpleasant.

This was awful.

Despite all that, Lunafreya clutched his hand. Her grip was surprisingly tight, even as Prompto bent over, his free hand on his knee in a last ditch effort to stay upright.

He heaved and heaved and heaved. All he saw was black.

And through it all, Lunafreya held on.

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Mafia AU: BTS' reaction to their S/O being the little sister of the rival gang leader and when their brother tries to hurt the member they kill their own brother.
  • WARNING: I KNOW Y'ALL WOULDN'T KILL YOUR BROTHERS SO DON'T ATTACK ME. THIS IS MERELY A REQUEST THAT LOOKED INTERESTING AND I DID IT. OK now, Yo. This title. I Hope this is what you wanted, this gon be my first time writing a Mafia thing. Please send feedback if you can guys. ~ ♥♥
  • ————————
  • Jin/Kim Seokjin:
  • Very shocked that you would kill your own family member for him. He watched as you took out the gun He had given you only to protect yourself but here you are protecting him shooting your brother for him. He was planning on killing him sooner or later but this wasn't the way anyone thought it would go down.
  • Jin: Wasn't that your brother? You just..
  • You: He.. He was going to hurt you a..and I was scared. I'm sorry.
  • Jin: You don't need to apologize. -He holds your hand-
  • You: -You look at Jin unable to stare at your dead brother any longer- I killed him. Was it.. right for me to.. kill him?
  • Jin: It was right. I'm sure it was the right decision.
  • ~~~~~~~~~~
  • Suga/Min Yoongi:
  • He would think hard about what you just did. Killing your brother for him, he felt some happiness but also some worry. Exactly how far would you go to protect him? You were willing to kill a blood relative for him, would you die for him??
  • Yoongi: Y/n? -You were still holding the gun up, looking at your brother in shock-
  • Yoongi: You can put the gun down. -He takes it from your hands- It's done now.
  • You: I shot him.
  • Yoongi: You did.
  • You: I.. -Still staring at your brother-
  • Yoongi: -He wraps his arm around your shoulders- Let's go, there's no need to stay any longer.
  • ~~~~~~~~~~
  • J-Hope/Jung Hoseok:
  • He watched the argument go down. He'd be confused as to how you gathered enough mental strength do such a thing. Even he would hesitate if he had to kill family. You didn't seem too proud of your decision anyway though.
  • Hobi: Are you okay?
  • You: Sure, killing my brother was simple. Of course I'm not okay Hoseok.
  • Hobi: I was planning on killing him at some point anyway.
  • You: Hoseok! -You smack his arm-
  • Hobi: It's the truth. -He holds your face-
  • Hobi: Let's get home. I believe I have something pleasurable at home that'll make you feel better, kitten.
  • ~~~~~~~~
  • Rap Monster/Kim Namjoon:
  • He was extremely worried about you, He saw tears go down your face as you held the gun up. He thought you wouldn't be able to do it but you did it, he wanted to know what you were thinking and feeling that made you shoot your brother for him.
  • Namjoon: Baby? It's okay, calm down.
  • You: I killed him. I killed my brother. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. My god.
  • Namjoon: Sh. Come here. -He holds you tightly against him- You protected me. I love you for that. I love you and appreciate you. Thank you, baby. Thank you.
  • You: Namjoon I'm scared, wasn't there another way? I don't..
  • Namjoon: Maybe there was but what's done is done okay? He was dangerous, his death was coming anyway.
  • ~~~~~~~~~
  • Jimin/Park Jimin:
  • Smiling, shocked, as a Mafia boss who has been waiting for this guy to die and for him to be killed by his own sister was too interesting. He of course would make sure you felt okay, although he felt proud of you he also felt worried, you just killed your sibling.
  • Jimin: You okay, honey? -He rubs his thumb against your cheek-
  • You: I feel tired, physically, emotionally, and mentally.
  • Jimin: -Now takes your hand and starts making you walk- We're leaving. You know? At some point someone else was going to kill him.
  • You: I-I guess.. Are you trying to make me feel better?
  • Jimin: Is it working?
  • You: I don't know.
  • Jimin: We'll be in bed in the dark, and after tonight you can tell me if it worked.
  • ~~~~~~~~
  • V/Kim Taehyung:
  • Worried x100 for you. Although you knew what he did, he never expected you to get involved this much. After doing that he would immediately run towards and hold your face asking you if you're Okay.
  • Tae: Do you know what you did? Are you okay? Can you move?
  • You: I killed him.. I don't know. Oh my god I killed him.. Taehyung I killed him! -Mental breakdown-
  • Tae: Sh. Sh. Y/n listen to me. Calm down I know it's hard but just listen. I believe you did it for a good reason. You did this feeling that it was right.
  • You: Was it? Was it right?
  • Tae: ... Yes, It was right.
  • ~~~~~~~
  • Jungkook/Jeon Jungkook:
  • Jungkook was a cold mafia leader; he never thought you had the heart to kill a sibling for him but apparently you did and that made him quite moved. He looked at you trying to figure out how you felt about your decision. Trying to see if you regretted what you did.
  • Kook: You did good.
  • You: -Unable to say anything-
  • Kook: -Rubbing your shoulders- I know it's hard to process but I promise you this was the correct decision.
  • Kook: Staring at him isn't going to change what happened to him.
  • You: -Still shocked, unable to speak or move-
  • Kook would end up having to carry you back. He understood what had just happened and some of how you felt. He hopes you'll feel better about your decision someday.
  • ~~~~~~
  • Note: I tried to make all of them have different reactions so that I could maybe catch one your personality's. 💙
The Three List | Barry & Iris | Script Fic
  • Barry: Hey, Iris?
  • Iris: Yeah, hun?
  • Barry: Do you remember when you were with Eddie & you told me about your 3's list?
  • Iris: My 3's list?
  • Barry: Yeah, you know, three guys you could cheat on Eddie with.
  • Iris: *snorts* oh, right. My 3 list.
  • Barry: You don't still HAVE that, do you?
  • Iris: *blinks* What?
  • Barry: Your 3 list. Do you still have it?
  • Iris: Uh...probably somewhere. Why?
  • Barry: *clears throat* I was just wondering if Oliver was still on it.
  • Iris: *smirks & crawls over to him* Babe, you know that's not a serious thing, right?
  • Barry: what do you mean?
  • Iris: *laughs* even if Oliver had given my fangirl self the time of day when I was with Eddie, I wouldn't have slept with him.
  • Barry: *blinks* you wouldn't have?
  • Iris: *laughs* Who do you think I am, Bear? You think 'he's on my three list!' would've sufficed if Eddie had caught us in bed together?
  • Barry: *blushes fiercely* No, I guess not.
  • Iris: *cups face* Babe, you've got nothing to worry about. *kisses him* You're the only one I want.
  • Barry: *after many kisses & sweet nothings whispered* But is Oliver still--
  • Iris: *rolls eyes & gets off him* oh, for crying out loud.
  • Barry: Wait, Iris, I didn't mean-
  • Iris: You most certainly did. *starts to walk away*
  • Barry: *panics* Iris-
  • Iris: Calm down. I'll be right back. *dashes up the stairs & comes back 10 minutes later* Found it!
  • Barry: *shifts towards her, eyes wide* What did you... *spots piece of paper she's holding* Oh.
  • Iris: *hands paper over* Take a look for yourself.
  • Barry: *scans list of names & frowns* He's still on it.
  • Iris: Mhmm.
  • Barry: This doesn't make me feel any better, Iris.
  • Iris: *crosses arms* that's the original list. I only updated it once, a couple months after I'd moved in with Eddie.
  • Barry: *still frowning* where's that one?
  • Iris: *makes circling motion with her finger*
  • Barry: *checks the other side* This one looks pretty much the same. I don't see-- *jaw drops*
  • Iris: *starts to grin* See something you like, hun?
  • Barry: Am...Am I...? *squeaks*
  • Iris: *nods* Mhmm.
  • Barry: I'm in the number 2 spot!
  • Iris: That's one above Oliver, I believe.
  • Barry: *still gawking* I don't understand.
  • Iris: *comes & sits next to him on the couch* After you told me how you felt when I was with Eddie, I had a lot of feelings that I didn't know how to deal with. Then when Eddie got all secretive on me I started thinking about you even more, and how my best friend would NEVER keep secrets from me the way my boyfriend was doing.
  • Barry: *winces* sarcasm is warranted.
  • Iris: in the past. *waves it off*
  • Barry: *swallows hard & nods*
  • Iris: That night when I came back to my dad's & you were there reassuring me, I felt like that was a safe place to put them. My feelings for you.
  • Barry: On your 3 list?
  • Iris: *nods* On my 3 list.
  • Barry: Did Eddie ever see it?
  • Iris: *laughs* Are you kidding? If Eddie had seen the updated version, he would've figured out what was up right away, even before I did.
  • Barry: And what was up?
  • Iris: *smiles & gently kisses him* I was in love with my best friend.
  • Barry: *has warm fuzzies* Iris...
  • Iris: So, you can keep that if you like. Oliver's name is still on it - BENEATH yours though. I don't have a need for it anymore. I haven't looked at it until today in over two years.
  • Barry: Yeah?
  • Iris: *nuzzles & kisses* yeah. You're all I want, Bear. If I can't have you, there's no one else I want. Not even a one night stand with a celebrity.
  • Barry: *smiles*
  • Iris: Do YOU have a 3 list? *raises eyebrows*
  • Barry: WHAT? *squeaks*
  • Iris: You heard me.
  • Barry: Iris.
  • Iris: BARRY.
  • Barry: *sighs & then laughs* I have a 1 list.
  • Iris: *eyebrow furrow* What's a 1 list?
  • Barry: *pulls out wallet & digs out tiny scrap of paper inside & hands it to her* Same thing as a 3 list. Except mine only has 1 name on it.
  • Iris: *jaw drops when she reads it* I'M the only name on your 3 list??
  • Barry: *grins & pulls her close* Yep.
  • Iris: But of all he gorgeous celebrities, even SCIENCE NERDS, you only chose--
  • Barry: You're the only one I've wanted since the day that I met you.
  • Iris: *teary-eyed* Barry...
  • Barry: Getting a chance with you? 10 times better than any hook up with ANY celebrity.
  • Iris: *sighs contently & kisses him* I love you, Barry Allen.
  • Barry: I love you, Iris West.
  • Iris: *nuzzles & pulls away after a while* So what are you going to do with my 3 list?
  • Barry: Give it back to you. *hands it over* You decide what to do with it.
  • Iris: *grins* Mmk. *pecks him in the cheek, stands up & heads to the roaring fireplace*
  • Barry: Wait, Iris, what are you doing?! *speeds over*
  • Iris: Getting rid of it. I don't need it anymore.
  • Barry: Well, maybe you should keep it. You know, as a keepsake.
  • Iris: *eyes him suspiciously* Why do you want it?
  • Barry: *I* don't want it. It's yours. I gave it back to you. So you--
  • Iris: BARRY.
  • Barry: *swallows* I mean, you ranked me ABOVE Oliver, so...
  • Iris: OHMYGOD. *rolls eyes & shoves it into his hand* You keep it. It'll be YOUR keepsake. *walks back to the couch & sits down*
  • Barry: It's not really MINE, so--
  • Iris: *gives him THE LOOK* one more word, Barry, and I WILL throw it to the flames. Not even your superspeed will stop me.
  • Barry: *nods & swallows* Right. *tucks paper into pocket & comes to sit next to her* So...
  • Iris: *raises eyebrow*
  • Barry: Now what?
  • Iris: *irritation fades away & she pulls him close, kissing him* Now I get some one-on-one time with #2 on my 3 list.
  • Barry: *pulls back after a few kisses* I thought you just said--
  • Iris: I swear to God, Barry, if you don't just kiss me--
  • Barry: *speeds them up their bedroom, drops her on the bed & takes off t-shirt, then hovers over her & kisses her, lingering*
  • Iris: *moans* Don't tell my boyfriend about this. He'll be extremely jealous.
  • Barry: *restrains groan* On my life. *mutters & kisses her again*
  • ...
  • A/N: Just did (as of 4/2/17) a bit of an edit, b/c I watched the 1.08 scene & realized it's actually called a 'three' list, not a 'threes' list. So I changed all those & added a short line to something Iris said early on.
  • V: *breathes*
  • Yoosung: You're swine. You're a vulgar little maggot. Don't you even have the slightest clue as to how pathetic you are? You worthless bag of filth. As they say in Texas, I'll bet you couldn't pour piss out of a boot with instructions on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. A cock-wart. I would rather kiss a Persian than be seen with you. You are a fiend and a coward, and you have horrible breath. You are degenerate, noxious; basically, an ideal fuking moron. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you. You are a bloody nardless newbie twit protohominid chromosomally aberrant caricature of a coprophagic local parasitic pond scum and I wish you would just go away. If this were Sparta, you would have been cast to death at birth. You're a putrescence mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel, a waste of MY oxygen. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon. You are a bleating fool, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done. I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention that you smell? If you aren't an idiot, you made a world-class effort at simulating one. Try to edit your writing of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it more rapidly. You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs. You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. And what meaning do you expect your delusionally self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have with us? What fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake? You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile one-handed slack-jawed drooling meatslapper. On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go. I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid so stupid that it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid collapsed on itself so far that even the neutrons have collapsed. Stupid gotten so dense that no intellect can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one second than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. Your writing has to be a troll. Nothing in our universe can really be this stupid. Perhaps this is some primordial fragment from the original big bang of stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know. I'm sorry. I can't go on. This is an epiphany of stupid for me. After this, you may not hear from me again for a while. I don't have enough strength left to deride your ignorant questions and half baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of this drivel. Duh. The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. I have snipped away most of what you wrote, because, well? it didn't really say anything. Your attempt at constructing a creative flame was pitiful. I mean, really, stringing together a bunch of insults among a load of babbling was hardly effective? Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us normal people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are challenged persons in this world who find these things more difficult. If I had known, that this was your case then I would have never read your post. It just wouldn't have been 'right'. Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you, especially in your pursuit of fictitious girls that you like to post here.
  • P.S.~ You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful, cowardly, deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable, belligerent, opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal, fascistic, bigoted, racist, sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic, brain-damaged, imbecilic, insane, arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame, self-righteous, byzantine, conspiratorial, satanic, fraudulent, libellous, bilious, splenetic, spastic, ignorant, clueless, illegitimate, harmful, destructive, dumb, evasive, double-talking, devious, revisionist, narrow, manipulative, paternalistic, fundamentalist, dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical, cultic, diseased, suppressive, controlling, restrictive, malignant, deceptive, dim, crazy, weird, dystopic, stifling, uncaring, plantigrade, grim, unsympathetic, jargon-spouting, censorious, secretive, aggressive, mind-numbing, arassive, poisonous, flagrant, self-destructive, abusive, socially-retarded, puerile, clueless, and generally Not Good.

anonymous asked:

It occurred to me that Mycroft mentioning "the other one" pre-season 4 was completely contradictory to the Euros storyline. Sherlock wouldn't have understood what he was talking about because at that stage A) he didn't remember Euros and B) he still thought Redbeard used to be their dog. That is just pathetic, horrible writing.

Hey Nonny!

Hmm, I don’t recall Mycroft ever mentioning “the other one” to Sherlock at all, anyway, but he did mention “Redbeard” instead. I don’t know, I refuse to believe Eurus even freaking exists, and the whole Victor = Redbeard thing is just so ridiculous in hindsight, because, uhm, here’s the thing… REDBEARD WAS IN THOSE FAMILY VIDEOS… IN MYCROFT’S OWN MEMORIES. And Sherlock clearly must have had a dog, in my opinion. So… UGH. I don’t understand. It’s a large part of why I think TFP AND Eurus is fake because trying to put logic to the episode only results in circles, and I just don’t really believe the whole story they tried to sell to us. Sherlock’s years-long narrative arc was because of a sister he had no clue about?? That… makes no sense at all. I don’t know. Something’s Fucky.

  • I think everyone has a right to like and dislike characters, as a writer I sympathize with like everyone so it's hard for me to dislike a character so passionately.
  • I've just seen so much Scalia/Malia hate, more Malia hate than anything, and I'm trying to figure out why that is.
  • When Malia was introduced I was impartial, when Stalia happened I was like hell no, and I didn't like Malia for the simple fact that she was barely given screen time before heading into a romance with a main character in the most delusional/unhealthy (from a writer's standpoint aka mine). I saw the #AntiMalia posts and all I could think was I don't like her but that's way too far. They really don't have anything better to do with their time?
  • When season 5 came along and Malia actually got real serious development instead of being a comic relief I took notice. I appreciated what she was going through, I connected with her character. After her Tracey and Theo car ride moment I knew that I really liked this character and that there was no reason to hold the writer's piss poor job of her entry and relationship with Stiles against her.
  • I may be one of the only people on this world that didn't ship Scallison and Scira. Scallison was wayyyyyy too rushed. The first episode? Come on dude. I didn't get a choice if I wanted to see those two together the show said these two are going to be together, here you go, figure it out along the way. Scira was better for me because they had time to develop a friendship before but I have so many issues with Scira.
  • So I've never really successfully shipped anyone with Scott, which made me kinda sad over the seasons, it was always Stiles I was shipping people with. I DO NOT SHIP MALEO.
  • Once I realized how much I loved Scott and Malia as characters on their own without being romantically linked to anybody else I was more okay with the idea of them getting together. At first, like a lot of people I was weirded out because of Stiles BUT STILES DID THE SAME THING WITH LYDIA SO THERE SHOULDN'T BE A DOUBLE STANDARD.
  • By the rules of the show, which I don't recommend going off of lol, Scott and Malia can totally get together because we've seen it happen without any drama with Stydia. HONESTLY WHY PEOPLE ARE SHOCKED BY THIS IS A MYSTERY TO ME LIKE HAVE YOU NOT SEEN A SINGLE EPISODE OF ANY TEEN DRAMA WHERE THEY ALL DATE EACH OTHER MULTIPLE TIMES?!
  • I digress, my point is that most you only hate the idea of Scalia because of three reasons. You hate Malia for reasons people don't like to share. Saying you hate because there's something about her is a BULLSHIT argument. If you can't give episodes or specific details why look at yourself and ask why are you being malicious. Or you ship Scira. I get it. I would be salty too. BUT WE ALL KNOW KIRA ISN'T COMING BACK. STOP USING KIRA AS AN EXCUSE FOR YOUR HATE FOR THE SHIP. ARDEN MADE THE GOODBYE VIDEO LAST SEASON, LAST YEAR, YOU HAVE NO REASON TO BELIEVE SCIRA WILL BE TOGETHER OR GET MORE SCREEN TIME. IF THEY DIDN'T BREAK UP ON AIR HOPEFULLY THE WRITERS WILL EXPLAIN IT. KIRA WILL BE GONE FOR WHO KNOWS HOW LONG YOU CAN'T EXPECT SCOTT TO WAIT FOR SOMEONE THAT MAY NEVER COME HOME IN HIS LIFETIME. Or you have the mindset that Scott and Malia are the only two left single so they shouldn't be together just because that/boys and girls can be friends and nothing more.
  • GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE WITH THAT. If you think Scalia is happening soley because there the only ones left you haven't been paying attention or reading context clues. Posey and Shelley are really great friends which is why Scalia works and has a standing ground. Scalia is developed in much the same way. They have a BASIS OF FRIENDSHIP FIRST. They're both loyal to each other, protect each other, and kick ass together. They're iconic. And I still don't understand why people hate the friends into something more trope. That's a great trope. Just falling into a romance without being friends with a person is the trope I hate. BUILD THAT FRIENDSHIP YALL! MAJOR KEY ALERT.
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  • I MEAN, LIKE YOU CAN SEE THAT THEY'VE HAD THAT TUNNEL SCENE AND THE ONE IN DEATON'S OFFICE, AND THE PORCH SCENE, AND ALL OF 6A!!! I suggest watching the Pennig vids first(Home, Soldier, and the This or That vids and the cutest upbeat scalia vid is And Your Smile Shining Bright)
  • PLEASE JUST GIVE THE VIDEOS A CHANCE, GIVE THE IDEA OF THEM BEING HAPPY A CHANCE BEFORE YOU WRITE THEM OFF. This vids at the beginning are a little AUey and are more manipued that the older ones because I made the playlist and they came out before 6a was released, the further you go down the list the more actual scalia scenes are used. I doubt any of us would be happy that Scott got a random new love interest for the last ten episodes that we know nothing about or care about and that wouldn't be in all ten episodes.
  • And lastly, Scott turned Malia human again. We all know that. If there hadn't been Scira or residual Scallison do you think you would've shipped Scalia then? I was blind to it until after 5b. He changed her back, she protected him from the Berserkers, from Enis at the hospital, he took care of her when she was drunk, helped with the Desert Wolf/Belasko talons, he told her he was still there for her after the Stalia breakup, if Peter hadn't bitten Scott none of this would've happened and obviously Peter's her dad. Like can yall see the lines here? And all this doesn't mean they have to be together, but if you really look at them and watch Shelley and Tyler together and Scott and Malia then hopefully you'll see what the rest of us see. Two amazing people that have come so far that care for each other they just so happen to figure out how much at the same time. : D
  • I LIED. LASTLY, PENNIG BITCHES!!!!! OHHH MY GOOOOOOD! THEY ARE LIKE LITERALLY SO IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER, TYLER MORE SO PROBABLY BUT IT'S SO OBVIOUS. THEY'RE SOCIAL MEDIA GIVES ME HEART PALPITATIONS. SHELLEY IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND SO FUNNY! LIKE PENNIG HAS PHOTOSETS OF THEM POOPING, EATING PIZZA, AND JUST BEING WEIRD AF. "I could eat you" Come on, if Shelley didn't have a boyfriend I think Posey would be on that like white on rice. To be fair, I think he already is kinda. It's so obvious he's head over heels for Shelley.
  • BITCH I LIED AGAIN. Lastly, at the very least, the idea of them is adorable. Take out Stiles for a second. If it was just Scott had turned her back and she eventually found her way to the pack but Scira still happened and ended, the idea of them wouldn't be so yuck to some of yall I would think. He's good to her. She needs that after her first relationship that wasn't great in my opinion, but also wasn't as bad as some stydias like to say. I say stalia is all wrong from a writing standpoint not a shipping standpoint. He "tames" her in some ways when she was still learning and she could bring out a wilder side in him. Hu Anita's King and Lionheart Scalia vid on that playlist showcased them perfectly. Like Scott's the King and Malia is his Lionheart. Iconic Duo.
Scott Pilgrim vs. The World (2010 Film) : Sentence Starters
  • "When I'm around you, I kind of feel like I'm on drugs. Not that I do drugs. Unless you do drugs, in which case I do them all the time."
  • "I'm in lesbians with you."
  • "This is good garlic bread."
  • "Bread makes you FAT?"
  • "You made me swallow my gum! That's going to be in my digestive tract for seven years!"
  • "If you want something bad, you have to fight for it."
  • "Break out the L-word."
  • "What kind of tea do you want?"
  • "You once were a ve-gone, but now you will begone"
  • "Did you really see a future with this girl/guy?"
  • "Your BF's about to get eff'd in the b!"
  • "It's amazing what we can do with computers these days."
  • "Dude, this thing claims I have mail."
  • "I have to go pee due to boredom."
  • "Like... with jet-packs?"
  • "Wow, ummm... Zelda... Tetris... that's kind of a big question."
  • "If I peed my pants would you pretend that I just got wet from the rain?"
  • "Next time, we don't date the girl/guy with eleven evil ex-boyfriends/girlfriends."
  • "We have an unfinished business. I and (s)he."
  • "Don't you talk to me about grammar!"
  • "That was a test _______, and you passed."
  • "That gossipy bitch."
  • "I've never even kissed a guy/girl before."
  • "! What's the website for that?"
  • "Freeze! Vegan Police!"
  • "It's milk and eggs, bitch."
  • "(S)He punched the highlights out of her/his hair!"
  • "This song is called "I Am So Sad. I Am So Very Very Sad.""
  • "We are here to sell out and make money and stuff."
  • "Guess who's drunk!"
  • "Pirates are in this year!"
  • "Believe it or not, I used to date _______ in high school."
  • "Is that the Uma Thurman movie?"
  • "Oh? Do you have any embarrassing stories?"
  • "All of our shows are secret shows."
  • "Do you have any idea how long it took me to get all the evil exes' contact information so I could form this stupid league? Like, two hours!"
  • "Tell it to the cleaning lady on Monday."
  • "Um, _______, we're gonna go to Pizza-pizza for a slice, call us when you're done..."
  • "Didn't you get my email explaining the situation?"
  • "Is the news that we suck, because I really don't think I can take it."
  • "Kick her in the balls!"
  • "You just headbutted my boyfriend/girlfriend so hard he burst."
  • "I have to pee."
  • "Go ahead. I'm too cool for you anyway."
  • "Is this an envy-related dream again?"
  • "Short answer: Vegans are just better then everyone else."
  • "Somebody bring me my board!"
  • "So, what can I *censored* get you?"
  • "How are you doing that with your mouth?"
  • "They're called jobs, something a *censored* ball like you wouldn't know anything about."
  • "Let's both be girls."
  • "The only thing separating me from her/him is the two minutes it's gonna take to kick your ass."
  • "Look, I didn't write the gay handbook."
  • "Every Pilgrim reaches the end of it's journey... some sooner than others."
  • "But you can't... cheat... death."
  • "I don't think I can hit a girl. They're soft."
  • "Okay, presumably, you may have just seen a dude's junk, and I'm very sorry for that... so is he."
  • "Steal my boyfriend/girlfriend, taste my steel!"
  • "You had a sexy phase?"
  • "Oh I'd love to postpone, but I just cashed in my last rain check."
  • "What a perfect asshole."
  • "I want to have his/her adopted babies."
  • "_______, you're the salt of the earth."
  • "Do that again, and I will end you!"
  • "You broke the heart that broke mine."
  • "I partake not in the meat, nor the breastmilk, nor the ovum, of any creature, with a face."
  • "You'll pay for your crimes against humanity."
  • "You cocky cock!"
  • "Is there anywhere you don't work?"
  • "Never *censored* mind how I'm doing it!"
  • "You mean, do I have, like, ulterior motives?"
Richard Siken Quote Starters
  • I woke up in the morning and I didn't want anything, didn't do anything, couldn't do it anyway.
  • I say I want you inside me and you hold my head underwater. I say I want you inside me and you split me open with a knife.
  • Vanity makes you say things like "I deserved a better life than this."
  • I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly.
  • Your world doesn't make sense.
  • Someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure. I'm sure you remember, I was on the phone with you, sweetheart.
  • A man takes his sadness and throws it away but then he's still left with his hands.
  • I've been in your body and it was a carnival ride.
  • Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again.
  • Love always wakes the dragon and suddenly, flames everywhere.
  • You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won't tell you that he loves you, but he loves you.
  • Is that too much to expect? That I would name the stars for you?
  • To them he is a mirror, but to you he is a room.
  • You want a better story. Who wouldn't?
  • Let's admit, without apology, what we do to each other.
  • If you love me, Henry, you don't love me in a way I understand.
  • He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.
  • I am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good.
  • Fairy tales have rules. You are a princess or you aren't.
  • You wanted to think of yourself as someone who did these kinds of things. You wanted to be in love and he happened to get in the way.
  • We have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven.
  • If this isn't a kingdom then I don't know what is.
  • Your body told me in a dream it's never been afraid of anything.
  • You swallow my heart and flee, but I want it back now, baby. I want it back.
  • Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
  • Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else.
  • I'm sorry I came to your party and seduced you and left you bruised and ruined.
  • Everyone could see the way his muscles worked, the way we look like animals, his skin barely keeping him inside.
  • I'm pulling you out of the burning buildings and you say "I'll give you anything" but you never come through.
  • Dear Forgiveness, I saved a plate for you. Quit milling around the yard and come inside.
  • You wanted happiness, I can't blame you for that.
  • I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you've taken something out of me and I have to search my body for scars.
  • Oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued.
  • I do believe his mouth is heaven, his kisses falling over me like stars.
  • He had green eyes, so I wanted to sleep with him. Green eyes flecked with yellow, dried leaves on the surface of a pool. You could drown in those eyes, I said.
  • Damn if there isn't anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills.
  • The entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell. Unfortunately, we don't have that kind of time.
  • You play along, because you want to die for love, you always have.
  • You're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist.
  • Moonlight making crosses on your body, and me putting my mouth on every one.
  • I wouldn't kill your pony. I'd like to believe it, anyway.
  • Imagine a story where everything goes wrong, where everyone has their back against the wall, where everyone is in pain and acting selfishly because if they don't, they'll die.
  • You're a train and I'm a train station and when I try to guess your trajectory I end up telling my own story.
  • The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I'm alive.
  • I'm just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams and invent the future.
  • I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.
  • Imagine a story, not of good against evil, but of need against need against need, where everyone is at cross-purposes and everyone is to blame.
  • You looked at me long enough to see something mysterious under all the gruff and bluster. Thanks.
  • In the wrong light anyone can look like a darkness.
  • You just wanted to prove there was one safe place, just one safe place where you could love him. You have not found that place yet.
  • This is not harmless. You are not breathing.
  • Lesson number one -- be sneaky and have a plan.
  • I know history. There are many names in history but none of them are ours.
  • You know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy, unless he keeps his mouth shut, which is what you didn't do, because you are weak and hollow and it doesn't matter anymore.
  • Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
  • Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.
  • When someone is trying to ditch you, kill you, never go back.
  • All wars are the same war.
  • We are all going forward. None of us are going back.
  • I'm not suggesting the world is good, that life is easy, or that any of us are entitled to better.
  • I wanted to be wanted and he was very beautiful, kissed with his eyes closed, and only felt good while moving.
  • Okay, so I'm the dragon. Big deal. You still get to be the hero.
  • Actually, you said Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It's like a religion. It's terrifying.
  • You take her out into the rain and you fall in love with her and she leaves you and you're desolate.
  • Sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell and how I ruined everything by saying it out loud.
  • Someone is digging your grave right now.
  • There's a niche in his chest where a heart would fit perfectly.
  • Your co-workers ask if everything's okay and you tell them you're just tired.
  • Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.
  • At this point in the story so many things have gone wrong, so many bad decisions made, that it's a wonder anyone would want to continue reading.
  • Eventually something you love is going to be taken away.
  • I wanted to hurt you but the victory is that I could not stomach it.
  • Tell me we're dead and I'll love you even more.
  • I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.
  • I am sad and angry and I want everyone to be alive again.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I absolutely believe that TPTB wouldn't have added the lines about marriage (specially Jemma's response) if they didn't have plans for that to lead somewhere. So, with the conversation we got about that, how do you imagine the scenario of the FS engagement that I feel is coming during this C arc? I want specifics about what you think is gonna happen regarding that! Live you and everything you do daily for the AOS fandom! You effort is hugely appreciated :)

Hi Anon!

Thank you!

Well, I hope I can do you one better than specific details!   My writing muse has decided to pop in for the first time in weeks.

Jemma could feel her heart pounding in her chest as the base around her shook from another one of Daisy’s powerful blasts.  The shots and shouts from the small tact team they had managed to scrape together after they had come out the Framework.  They were keeping AIDA and the surprisingly alive Superior busy while she went ahead to free the others.   

Jemma spared a moment to verify her next turn in the labyrinth of a facility.   Doctor Radcliffe’s directions hadn’t failed them yet and she could only hope that for once in his life he had done the right thing.  

Three turns later she came to a lab and her legs nearly give out at the sight that greeted her.   Because for the first time since that fateful day at the Superiors Base he was there before her in flesh and blood.  

Her breath hitched in her chest as they all looked to be sleeping peacefully.  Jemma knew it was a lie and the nightmare they were all currently lived in.   Trapped in a world turned upside down where everything they had worked and sacrificed for was gone.   

Jemma wasn’t able to resist, dropping her supplies on the desk and running to Fitz.  Taking his chilled hand in her own and feeling the tears well in her eyes at simply feeling his touch again.  “I’m here Fitz,” she said, kissing his hand and lingering for a moment before she reluctantly let go and returned to the desk to her mission.  

She worked quickly, not wanting them to be in there a moment longer than they had to be.    

Jemma had just started the shut down protocols when Daisy ran in.   

The young Inhuman must have seen the panic in her eyes and responded quickly, “AIDA and The Superior have been handled and are being secured, but I don’t want to be here any longer than necessary.  We don’t know what kinds of surprises she has set up that Radcliffe didn’t know about.” 

Jemma didn’t press for more details and turned back to her work.  Daisy going down the line to check on the others before settling before Coulson.  

With a few more keystrokes she was ready.  She hit enter to start the process and all they could do was wait as they were slowly brought out of it.  Slowly was something Doctor Radcliffe had emphasized.  Pulling them out too quickly after being in for so long would be catastrophic.  

“I’ve initialized the shut down,” Jemma said returning to Fitz’s side, taking his hand once again while interlacing their fingers.  Desperate to feel the slightest bit of movement.  

Every second felt like an eternity and the room shrank down to the two of them.  Jemma ignoring the signs the others were coming around and was wholly focused on Fitz.  And at long last she felt the smallest of movement from his hand and the heart rate on his monitor began to escalate.  The shrill alarm joining the others.

“Come on Fitz, come back to me,” Jemma encouraged her eyes now focused on his own, willing for them to open, to see them looking at her with love and adoration again.  Not the distance and confusion his counterpart had had.  

And as if their link was up and running, his eyes fluttered open.  

Distantly Jemma heard Daisy ordering Elena and the tact team to help the others.  

“Jemma,” Fitz croaked as his weakened body began to fall.  Jemma caught him and eased him to the floor, happily tearing off the Frameworks apparatus now that he was free of its hold.  Mentally she vowed to incinerate it herself when she got the chance.  

Jemma let the tears fall as he pulled her closer, nuzzling into the crook of her neck and his tears soaking her shirt.  Her arms responded in kind, and she pulled him to her as much as she could  Gentle fingers carting through his now longer curls as she assured herself that this was her Fitz safe in her arms.  

Finally Jemma pulled away, the messaged she had promised to deliver to him on the tip of her tongue.  Tenderly she cupped his face and kissed his tears away,  just has she had done what seemed like a lifetime ago at the bottom of the ocean.  Only this time she ended at his lips, giving him a long lingering kiss as he melted into her embrace.   

When they finally pulled away she rested her forehead against his.  

“My answer is yes, Fitz”.

Fitz looked at her confused, his mind still pulling away from the memories the Framework had given him.  And with every passing moment they faded even more, feeling like a dream.  

“Yes?” he questioned.   

“Yes,” Jemma said again with more conviction meeting his eyes once more.  

She watched as the understanding dawned and tears filled his eyes once more.

“Yes,” he said reverently as he brought her hand to his lips, kissing her ring finger.  Sealing their vow and the promise of their future together.  

Drunk On You

Reader​ ​X​ ​Sam​ ​Winchester

Request:​ ​​Can​ ​you​ ​write​ ​a​ ​Sam​ ​x​ ​Reader​ ​imagine​ ​where​ ​he​ ​realizes​ ​he​ ​loves​ ​the​ ​reader​ ​after​ ​Dean and​ ​Reader​ ​spend​ ​a​ ​night​ ​at​ ​a​ ​bar​ ​without​ ​him?​ ​:) 

Requested​ ​by:​ ​loveseries

Warnings:​ ​Brief​ ​mentions​ ​of​ ​alcohol 

Word​ ​count:975

 A/N:​ ​Thank​ ​you​ ​for​ ​the​ ​request​ ​and​ ​I​ ​hope​ ​you​ ​enjoy​ ​this​ ​<3  

You​ ​attempted​ ​to​ ​stifle​ ​your​ ​laughter​ ​as​ ​Dean​ ​struggled​ ​to​ ​open​ ​the​ ​door​ ​to​ ​the​ ​motel​ ​room.​ ​In his​ ​defense​ ​he​ ​had​ ​had​ ​more​ ​than​ ​a​ ​few​ ​drinks​ ​at​ ​the​ ​bar​ ​and​ ​you,​ ​equally​ ​as​ ​tipsy,​ ​hadn't​ ​been able​ ​to​ ​open​ ​it​ ​either,​ ​despite​ ​making​ ​several​ ​attempts.​ ​

Sam​ ​was​ ​usually​ ​the​ ​voice​ ​of​ ​reason, keeping​ ​watch​ ​to​ ​ensure​ ​that​ ​you​ ​and​ ​his​ ​brother​ ​refrained​ ​from​ ​drinking​ ​yourselves​ ​into oblivion,​ ​but​ ​he​ ​had​ ​made​ ​the​ ​decision​ ​to​ ​stay​ ​behind.​ ​He'd​ ​rolled​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​at​ ​his​ ​brother​ ​when he​ ​had​ ​suggested​ ​finding​ ​someone​ ​to​ ​blow​ ​a​ ​little​ ​steam​ ​off​ ​with​ ​so​ ​he​ ​could​ ​“get​ ​the​ ​stick​ ​outta his​ ​ass”.​ ​Dean​ ​had​ ​merely​ ​smirked​ ​before​ ​shrugging​ ​and​ ​walking​ ​out​ ​the​ ​door​ ​while​ ​you​ ​had stopped​ ​just​ ​long​ ​enough​ ​to​ ​make​ ​Sam​ ​promise​ ​you​ ​that​ ​he​ ​would​ ​take​ ​a​ ​break​ ​for​ ​once.​ ​Then you​ ​had​ ​pulled​ ​him​ ​in​ ​for​ ​a​ ​brief​ ​hug,​ ​running​ ​out​ ​the​ ​door​ ​when​ ​Dean​ ​threatened​ ​to​ ​leave​ ​you behind,​ ​missing​ ​the​ ​faint​ ​blush​ ​and​ ​soft​ ​smile​ ​that​ ​had​ ​spread​ ​across​ ​Sam’s​ ​cheeks.  

You​ ​watched​ ​as​ ​Dean​ ​dropped​ ​the​ ​keys​ ​for​ ​what​ ​must​ ​have​ ​been​ ​the​ ​fifth​ ​time,​ ​snorting​ ​as​ ​he got​ ​down​ ​on​ ​his​ ​hands​ ​and​ ​knees,​ ​muttering​ ​various​ ​swears​ ​to​ ​himself.​ ​Luckily​ ​for​ ​the​ ​both​ ​of you,​ ​Sam​ ​had​ ​picked​ ​up​ ​on​ ​your​ ​presence​ ​and​ ​he​ ​swung​ ​the​ ​door​ ​open,​ ​eyebrows​ ​raising​ ​in surprise​ ​at​ ​the​ ​sight​ ​of​ ​Dean​ ​scrambling​ ​to​ ​stand​ ​up​ ​in​ ​order​ ​to​ ​preserve​ ​some​ ​of​ ​his​ ​dignity.​ ​You hid​ ​a​ ​smirk​ ​behind​ ​your​ ​hand​ ​as​ ​Dean​ ​awkwardly​ ​cleared​ ​his​ ​throat,​ ​nodding​ ​at​ ​you​ ​and​ ​Sam before​ ​marching​ ​into​ ​the​ ​hotel​ ​room.​ ​Sam​ ​shook​ ​his​ ​head​ ​as​ ​he​ ​passed​ ​him​ ​by,​ ​all​ ​too​ ​familiar with​ ​his​ ​brother's​ ​antics.​

 ​Trailing​ ​after​ ​the​ ​inebriated​ ​hunter,​ ​you​ ​sat​ ​down​ ​on​ ​the​ ​couch, resigning​ ​yourself​ ​to​ ​a​ ​long​ ​wait​ ​as​ ​Dean​ ​had​ ​already​ ​claimed​ ​the​ ​bathroom,​ ​where​ ​he​ ​would likely​ ​hog​ ​the​ ​shower​ ​for​ ​the​ ​next​ ​hour.​ ​Sam,​ ​having​ ​shut​ ​the​ ​door,​ ​joined​ ​you​ ​on​ ​the​ ​couch​ ​and you​ ​promptly​ ​slumped​ ​over​ ​to​ ​rest​ ​your​ ​head​ ​on​ ​his​ ​shoulder.​ ​He​ ​stiffened,​ ​peering​ ​down​ ​at​ ​you to​ ​gauge​ ​your​ ​reaction.​ ​You​ ​were​ ​humming​ ​contentedly,​ ​idly​ ​playing​ ​with​ ​the​ ​hem​ ​of​ ​your​ ​shirt. Seeing​ ​that​ ​you​ ​weren't​ ​at​ ​all​ ​bothered​ ​by​ ​the​ ​physical​ ​contact,​ ​Sam​ ​allowed​ ​himself​ ​to​ ​relax.  

 “Missed​ ​you​ ​at​ ​the​ ​bar​ ​y’know”,​ ​you​ ​broke​ ​the​ ​silence,​ ​twisting​ ​your​ ​head​ ​around​ ​to​ ​look​ ​at​ ​him. “Dean​ ​kept​ ​ditching​ ​me​ ​to​ ​hit​ ​on​ ​the​ ​bar​ ​tender.”  

Sam​ ​gave​ ​you​ ​a​ ​wry​ ​smile,”yeah​ ​Dean​ ​tends​ ​to​ ​do​ ​that.​ ​Sorry​ ​for​ ​leaving​ ​you​ ​with​ ​him,​ ​I​ ​had​ ​to”, he​ ​paused,​ ​turning​ ​his​ ​face​ ​away​ ​from​ ​you,”had​ ​to​ ​think​ ​about​ ​some​ ​stuff.”  

You​ ​burrowed​ ​further​ ​into​ ​his​ ​side,​ ​fighting​ ​back​ ​the​ ​urge​ ​to​ ​yawn.​ ​“What​ ​kind​ ​of​ ​stuff​ ​Sammy?”  

He​ ​didn't​ ​bother​ ​correcting​ ​you​ ​on​ ​the​ ​nickname​ ​(though​ ​if​ ​he​ ​was​ ​being​ ​honest​ ​he​ ​didn't​ ​mind​ ​it when​ ​you​ ​called​ ​him​ ​Sammy).​ ​Instead​ ​he​ ​tentatively​ ​wrapped​ ​an​ ​arm​ ​around​ ​your​ ​shoulders. When​ ​your​ ​only​ ​response​ ​was​ ​to​ ​shift​ ​into​ ​a​ ​more​ ​comfortable​ ​position,​ ​a​ ​warm​ ​feeling​ ​rose​ ​up in​ ​him.​ ​Swallowing,​ ​he​ ​answered​ ​you,”I​ ​was​ ​thinking​ ​about​ ​this​ ​person​ ​that​ ​I…that​ ​I​ ​like.”  

Eyes​ ​fluttering​ ​shut,​ ​you​ ​mumbled,”tell​ ​me​ ​about​ ​them.” 

 “Well,​ ​they're​ ​amazing,​ ​really.​ ​Smart,​ ​funny,​ ​kind,​ ​attractive.​ ​A​ ​fighter,​ ​who​ ​doesn't​ ​put​ ​up​ ​with anyone's​ ​BS,​ ​including​ ​mine”,​ ​he​ ​chuckled.​ ​“They've​ ​seen​ ​a​ ​lot​ ​of​ ​terrible​ ​things,​ ​which​ ​is​ ​a given​ ​with​ ​the​ ​hunter​ ​lifestyle,​ ​but​ ​they've​ ​never​ ​let​ ​it​ ​get​ ​them​ ​down​ ​for​ ​very​ ​long.​ ​They're​ ​so much​ ​stronger​ ​than​ ​they​ ​give​ ​themself​ ​credit​ ​for,​ ​and​ ​I'm​ ​so​ ​incredibly​ ​lucky​ ​to​ ​not​ ​just​ ​know them​ ​but​ ​to​ ​be​ ​close​ ​to​ ​them​ ​as​ ​well.​ ​If​ ​I'm​ ​being​ ​honest,​ ​I​ ​don't​ ​like​ ​them.​ ​I​ ​love​ ​them.”  

Sam​ ​nervously​ ​ran​ ​his​ ​free​ ​hand​ ​through​ ​his​ ​hair,​ ​pushing​ ​the​ ​loose​ ​strands​ ​out​ ​of​ ​his​ ​face. Clearing​ ​his​ ​throat,​ ​he​ ​spoke​ ​up​ ​again,”It​ ​didn't​ ​really​ ​hit​ ​me​ ​that​ ​I​ ​loved​ ​them​ ​until​ ​today actually.​ ​That​ ​comment​ ​Dean​ ​made​ ​got​ ​me​ ​thinking,​ ​I​ ​didn't​ ​want​ ​to​ ​‘blow​ ​off​ ​steam’​ ​with​ ​some random​ ​stranger​ ​I​ ​met​ ​at​ ​a​ ​bar.​ ​There's​ ​only​ ​one​ ​person​ ​I​ ​want,​ ​and​ ​not​ ​just​ ​for​ ​a​ ​one​ ​night stand​ ​either,​ ​I​ ​want​ ​a​ ​​life​ ​​with​ ​them​ ​and​ ​that's​ ​not​ ​something​ ​I​ ​ever​ ​really​ ​thought​ ​I​ ​could​ ​have but​ ​when​ ​I'm​ ​with​ ​them​ ​I​ ​feel​ ​like​ ​I​ ​have​ ​a​ ​shot​ ​at​ ​being​ ​happy.​ ​​They​​ ​make​ ​me​ ​happy.​ ​​You​​ ​make me​ ​happy.  

Looking​ ​away​ ​from​ ​you​ ​Sam​ ​whispered,”​ ​I​ ​love​ ​you,​ ​Y/N.”  

His​ ​entire​ ​body​ ​was​ ​still,​ ​every​ ​muscle​ ​coiled​ ​tight​ ​in​ ​anticipation​ ​of​ ​your​ ​reaction.​ ​All​ ​was​ ​quiet, except​ ​for​ ​the​ ​steady​ ​sound​ ​of​ ​rushing​ ​water​ ​coming​ ​from​ ​the​ ​bathroom​ ​and​ ​each​ ​passing second​ ​only​ ​increased​ ​Sam’s​ ​doubts​ ​that​ ​you​ ​would​ ​return​ ​his​ ​feelings.​ ​Finally​ ​he​ ​dared​ ​to​ ​look at​ ​your​ ​face,​ ​wary​ ​of​ ​what​ ​expression​ ​he​ ​might​ ​find​ ​there.  You​ ​were​ ​​asleep.​​ ​Sam​ ​laughed,​ ​leaning​ ​his​ ​head​ ​back​ ​and​ ​placing​ ​his​ ​hand​ ​on​ ​his​ ​face​ ​as​ ​he fought​ ​to​ ​silence​ ​himself​ ​so​ ​as​ ​not​ ​to​ ​wake​ ​you​ ​up.​ ​Body​ ​still​ ​shaking​ ​with​ ​silent​ ​mirth,​ ​he adjusted​ ​his​ ​position​ ​on​ ​the​ ​couch.​ ​He​ ​figured​ ​that​ ​he​ ​might​ ​as​ ​well​ ​get​ ​some​ ​rest.​ ​After​ ​all,​ ​he wouldn't​ ​want​ ​to​ ​be​ ​half​ ​asleep​ ​when​ ​he​ ​confessed​ ​to​ ​you​ ​in​ ​the​ ​morning​ ​when​ ​you​ ​were actually​ ​awake​ ​to​ ​hear​ ​it.​ ​Still​ ​smiling,​ ​he​ ​fell​ ​asleep,​ ​cheek​ ​resting​ ​on​ ​your​ ​head.

Having​ ​sobered​ ​up​ ​somewhat​ ​during​ ​his​ ​shower,​ ​Dean​ ​exited​ ​the​ ​bathroom,​ ​stretching​ ​out​ ​as he​ ​shuffled​ ​towards​ ​his​ ​bed.​ ​He​ ​froze,​ ​rubbing​ ​his​ ​eyes​ ​as​ ​if​ ​he​ ​couldn't​ ​quite​ ​believe​ ​what​ ​he was​ ​seeing.​ ​When​ ​the​ ​sight​ ​of​ ​you​ ​and​ ​Sam​ ​curled​ ​up​ ​with​ ​each​ ​other​ ​didn't​ ​disappear,​ ​he grinned.​ ​“It's​ ​about​ ​damn​ ​time.”​ ​

Satisfied​ ​by​ ​the​ ​fact​ ​that​ ​his​ ​little​ ​brother​ ​had​ ​finally​ ​made​ ​a move,​ ​he​ ​crawled​ ​into​ ​bed.​ ​He'd​ ​leave​ ​the​ ​two​ ​of​ ​you​ ​alone​ ​for​ ​now,​ ​but​ ​he​ ​was​ ​​never​​ ​gonna​ ​let Sam​ ​hear​ ​the​ ​end​ ​of​ ​it. 

anonymous asked:

Why didn't Arima tell Fura and Ui about his plans , I feel that Ui probably wouldn't be suffering this much had Arima told him that he intended to die at Kaneki's hand. This makes me so mad , Arima had so many people who were completely devoted to him and probably loved him much more than Kaneki ever did but Arima still chose him over everyone else. Kaneki lied about so many things to Arima , he also has people whom he clearly loves much more than Arima(Anteiku people).(1/2)

(2/2)). Why did Arima feel so much affection for someone who certainly didn’t feel the same way towards him? I understand that Kaneki was an integral part of Arima and Eto’s plan but I get this feeling that ever since Kaneki came in Arima’s life , he started to neglect people whom he had known way longer than Kaneki and this is so wrong.


Okay, first, Fura credits Arima for saving both him and his wife, Aki, from Lantern when they were teenagers. It was because of him that he decided to become an investigator in the first place, but only so he could protect his future family.

If Arima dragged him into this OEK mess, he would undoubtedly destroy one of the few good things he caused in his lifetime. I’m actually completely sure that the reason Arima distanced himself from Fura after that one summer was to keep him safe.

After all, Arima chose Hirako as his right-hand man because they had the “same emptiness”. Fura had his family and his whole life ahead of him, and Arima wasn’t about to ruin that for his first human friend.

As for Ui, I have a feeling that Arima had a plan for him, too. You can read my theory more in depth here [x], but in a nutshell I believe that Ui still has his role as “the hope of the Arima Squad” to fulfill. He was too biased against ghouls to join in on Kaneki’s escape from Cochlea at first, but as a tenacious person who declares the Reaper as his God, I think he’ll be playing a major role in protecting the undead from the likes of Furuta.

It’s also important to remember that, as much as I love Arima and as hard as his life was, he was definitely no delicate flower. His terrifying strength and severe teaching methods are still important parts of who he is, no matter how sad his past really was. He was purposefully harsh, especially with Haise, because his whole intention was to make Kaneki want to kill him.

Unfortunately, Kaneki loved him despite his efforts, and in the end had to take his own life.

Still, Arima and Haise cared about each other very deeply, and saying otherwise dilutes their entire history. Haise was the first person to treat him as anything other than a monster, and he grew very attached despite his plan to die by his hand. 

They communicated through the books they shared, and more of their relationship can be discovered if you look into the titles that the two of them have been shown reading.

There’s also an intense importance to their connection through Hakushu, but I’m already writing you an essay here so I’ll cut it short lol. 

It’s unfair to pit Kaneki, Ui, Fura, and the others up against each other in regards to Arima’s love, because he cared about all of them in different ways. You also have to take into account that Arima– bless him– has the emotional capacity of a damp rock. He’s always been distant and unable to express himself for a plethora of reasons, so it’s kinda pointless to trod on him for caring about Kaneki when in reality he had a hard time showing it in the first place. 

That’s why both Kaneki and Arima had that revelation at the end of their fight in Cochlea. Both of them were a suicidal mess, and where so caught up in their single-minded plans that neither of them realized one cared about the other until it was too late. 

But that’s just the way it had to go…

Rupture (Part 2)

A couple of people have asked for a part two for Rupture, so here it is :) Part one can be found here :)

Lights flooded the room. It felt too early for lights to be flooding the room. Much too early. It took her a moment to remember where she was when her eyes first blinked open, she wasn’t used to seeing the hospital from a patient’s point of view, it seemed like a completely different world.

She sat up a little, as much as she could do without it hurting that was, and looked around. There were three chairs in different spots around the room, all the standard hospital uncomfortable arm chairs, same wood same cushions saw them everyday, but there were people in them. Three people, and all three seemed to be asleep. Curled up in any way possible in an effort to get comfortable in a chair, clearly. Owen was sitting in the chair directly beside the bed, his lap coat over his lap like some kind of blanket, his head backwards almost uncomfortably. Maggie and Meredith were on the other side of the room, which Amelia couldn’t actually believe. Especially Meredith. It wasn’t like her at all, but she was there, definitely there.

She looked over at the clock on the wall directly in front of her.


It was too early. It was much too early.

“Amelia…” Maggie said, slowly waking up. “Do you, do you have any pain? Do you need-there’s water over there.” She said, pointing over to the little cup on the table beside Amelia’s bed, water already poured into it from the jug that stood next to it.

“You all slept here.” Amelia said, running a hand through her hair to brush some out of her face.

“You’re surprised?” Maggie asked, getting up and walking over to the table where the water was, picking up the cup and passing it over to Amelia.

Meredith slept here.” Amelia said, this was the part she was mainly surprised about.

“I don’t think she meant to?” Maggie said with a little laugh, perching on the edge of the bed and pushing up Amelia’s blankets so she didn’t pull on them or anything.

“Sounds about right.” Amelia nodded, taking a little sip of the water.

“Do you need anything?” Maggie asked again, even though it had barely been two minutes since she had asked the last time.

“I’m fine.” Amelia said, reaching to put her cup down and scrunching up her face, immediately trying to pretend that she hadn’t actually felt any pain and she was 100% absolutely fine.

“What was that?” Maggie said, because she knew that face. That was the face of someone in pain. At this point, pain was normal, pain was expected, but that didn’t mean Amelia should have to suffer in silence.

“I feel how you’re supposed to feel.” Amelia answered. “And now I need to pee.” She added, the urge suddenly massive like she hadn’t peed in days. “I really need to pee.”

“Okay, do you think you can get over there?” Maggie asked. Even though movement was encouraged, Amelia wasn’t on any kind of pain medication and walking over to the bathroom was definitely bound to cause some.

“Maggie my legs still work fine.” She said, twisting herself around and slowly swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, clearly a mistake. “Maybe shouldn’t have done that.” She put her hand over where it hurt without even realising.

“Okay, I’ve got you.” Maggie said, putting her arm around Amelia’s shoulders and providing some support for hopefully not too much pain.

Amelia clenched her teeth the whole way to the bathroom, walking slowly was still walking and walking was equal to hurting. The amount she needed to pee though, outweighed the effort it took to get to the bathroom.

“I’m gonna close the door, let me know if you need me.” Maggie said, pushing the bathroom door shut and standing outside.

“Thankyou.” Amelia said through the door. “For, sleeping here.” She added. It gave her this nice warm feeling to know that people cared. People cared enough to sleep by her bedside when she was recovering from surgery. It wasn’t like she didn’t think people cared, because she knew people cared, but showing it, it was a really nice feeling.

The Snape Dialogues: Our New Celebrity
  • Time: Harry's first year, after that first Potions class before dinner
  • Place: Gryffindor common room
  • Students: Harry, Ron and Hermione sit around a square, low table where they are doing their homework - Hermione is studious but Harry is brooding, and Ron is doodling
  • Hermione: You've been studying the flames in the fire forever, Harry. What are you thinking of?
  • Harry: Potions.
  • Ron: *looks up* Snape hates you mate.
  • Hermione: *indignant* He does not, Ron!
  • Ron: Yes he does, Hermione. He was picking on Harry all through class and if looks could... *Harry is standing, stares a bit more in decision* Harry?
  • Harry: I have to go talk to Professor Snape. I'll meet you later at dinner. *before Ron can stop him or Hermione can protest he has gone through the portrait door, and vanished*
  • Place: Down in the dungeons, Professor Snape's Office.
  • Snape: *glances up from his paperwork as there is a knock on his door* Come. *as the door opens he is surprised to see that annoying first year Gryffindor that has plagued his thoughts since the boy's impending arrival* Potter...
  • Harry: I'm sorry to bother you, Professor Snape, but I think we need to talk.
  • Snape: *points to one of two ladder-back wooden chairs in front of his desk - Harry sits then squirms to find a comfortable place* Stop fidgeting, Potter. That chair offers no comfort to my visitors. Now, why have you interrupted me?
  • Harry: *hesitates as he clasps his fingers tautly in his lap* I'm not a bad student, Professor Snape. *the older wizard does not answer other than a raised eyebrow which tells Harry his teacher does not believe him* I know I couldn't answer anything in class but... *lifts his book bag to his lap and starts rummaging around in it then takes out his Potions notebook - he pushes it across the desk* First page, Sir. It's new.... uhm... please look?
  • Snape: *picks up the notebook and flips the cover to reveal the first page - Harry has written upon it with somewhat blotchy letters but a steady hand* That is my speech word for word. Did someone write this down for you, Potter?
  • Harry: *sighs and shakes his head* No, Sir, that's my writing. Your speech was brilliant and I wanted to remember it.
  • Snape: Indeed. *closes the notebook and puts it down upon the surface of his desk* Then perhaps you will enlighten me as to why you had not read the first chapter of today's lesson.
  • Harry: *hesitates and shifts even though nothing can make him feel comfortable - the Potions Master simply waits - finally he speaks in a soft voice* My... wouldn't... read...
  • Snape: *scowls* Potter, speak up or I will send you away for wasting my time.
  • Harry: *nods nervously, then blurts* My Uncle wouldn't let me read any of my textbooks. He locked them in the basement after I came home from Diagon Alley.
  • Snape: That sounds a bit extreme. Were you being punished for some infraction, Potter.
  • Harry: *knows that his teacher is thinking the worst of him* Always, Professor Snape. My relatives don't like me and they like magic even less. Headmaster Dumbledore sent my aunt and uncle a note with my letter telling them I had to go but they still tried to stop that from happening.
  • Snape: *leans forward and puts his elbows upon the surface of his desk - he is intrigued, now* Tell me, Mr. Potter, of the day Hagrid was sent to fetch you to take you to Diagon Alley.
  • Harry: *shifts again, coughs once nervously, and is surprised to find a glass of water hovering in front of him - he takes it and drinks* Thank you, Sir. *a wave of his teacher's hand and the water is Vanished* Well, when the first letter for me showed up by owl my Uncle burned it. It just kind of exploded at that point. By the end of the day there were lots of owls outside the house and letters were exploding through the windows and down the chimney. My uncle grabbed me and my cousin and we got in the car where Uncle Vernon drove us all the way to the ocean and rented us a tiny cabin practically out in the ocean. Aunt Petunia was sure no one would find us and my cousin and I were sent to bed. *he drew in a deep breath and then related how he woke at midnight to celebrate his birthday and then Hagrid arrived, yelled at his aunt and uncle, gave Dudley a pigtail, and took him away to London* Diagon Alley was just brilliant, Sir! *he smiles*
  • Snape: For any first year, be they Muggle-born or wizard-born it is a truly magical sight, Mr. Potter. Now, relate to me what happened when you returned home.
  • Harry: *sighs knowing he would have to reveal things he didn't even want to think about* Uncle Vernon locked me in my cupboard and locked my new trunk and all of my stuff in the basement. Hedwig, my owl, got away and I think she flew to Hogwarts. So, you see I would have read all of my textbooks just like Hermione did but... I couldn't.
  • Snape: You had a few hours before classes began today, Mr. Potter. Why did you not read anything in that time?
  • Harry: *fidgeting once more* I don't want to get my new friend in trouble.
  • Snape: *sits back and unclasps his hands* Then, there is no more to say, Potter...
  • Harry: *grimaces* Fine! All right... I was going to read some of my textbooks and Hermione even suggested I could read with her but Ron took my books and hid them and told me we didn't have to do anything until we got homework. Please don't punish Ron, Sir, he'll stop being my friend.
  • Snape: *peers at the boy* And, that is important to you, is it not? Having your friends. *Harry nods miserably - sure that Ron will never be friends with him again* Technically, your friend is correct in that you really need not do anything before the formal start of term. *leans slightly forward* However, we teachers suggest that you prepare for classes before term starts which is one of the reasons we send your letters a month in advance of the term's start. *Harry is about to interrupt but his teacher holds up his hand* Yes, Mr. Potter, I do understand that your guardians were averse to you even having your Hogwarts things near. And, I should like to understand more about this 'cupboard' of yours.
  • Harry: *looks down at clasped hands* Uhm... you heard me say that out loud, huh?
  • Snape: *smirks* My hearing is quite good, Mr. Potter. The 'cupboard' issue aside for now, allow me to ask you this... if you liked my speech before class, what did you hope Potions would be like before you attended.
  • Harry: *brightens* Well, that's real magic, isn't it? Hermione told me that Potions isn't just stirring a bunch of ingredients together. It's using your own magic to make the potion what it is. I told her it was like the Chemistry I saw on television. It's science. It's discovering how to make neat things to help others. *deflates visibly* It... uhm... sorta doesn't seem that way now.
  • Snape: *rises from his desk* Follow me, Mr. Potter.
  • Harry: *obediently and curiously follows his teacher through an inner door to the Potions classroom - the Potions Master indicates to the Boy-Who-Lived to sit at his work table while he Summons a book from his desk* This is Daimon Grayling's Book of Potions. It contains recipes for a variety of potions I use beyond the textbooks in all of my classes. I should like you to turn to page 94, Mr. Potter.
  • Harry: *takes the book, notes that it is stained and well-worn, and then he turns to the requested page* Hush-A-Bye Elixir. It sounds pretty. What does it do?
  • Snape: It was created by a young Hogwarts student for her NEWTs in 1977 and it is intended to be a gentle sleep aid for colicky babies. I would like for you to brew it, perfectly, without my input. All the ingredients are in the cabinet and the recipe details precisely what you need to do as you are brewing. I have lesson plans to go over so I will be at my desk. Only call upon me if you are in serious need of help. Begin, Mr. Potter.
  • Harry: *watches as the professor leaves his side so he reads the recipe, picks up the book, and gathers the ingredients he will need - soon he is brewing*
  • Time: An Hour later
  • Harry: *a smile fills his face as his potion fades from a muddy blue to a soft - pillowy - blue*
  • Snape: Very good, Mr. Potter.
  • Harry: *his head jerks up - he was not expecting his teacher behind him* I did it, Professor Snape.
  • Snape: *actually smiles - sort of* Indeed, Mr. Potter. You did acceptably well.
  • Harry: *beams and looks at his potion* Thank you, Sir. Uhm... Professor? I know I've never heard of her but who was it that created this potion?
  • Snape: *sighs wistfully* A very talented potions student, Mr. Potter. Her name was Lily Evans. *Harry's jaw drops, and his teacher stretches out a finger to tap the boy's mouth closed* Your mother, Mr. Potter. *he hands the happily shocked student a note and Harry takes it slowly* You have missed dinner. This gives you permission to receive your meal in your common room. Clean up and then you are dismissed, Mr. Potter. *returns to his desk*
  • Harry: *quickly cleans his work table and then bottles the potion then takes it to his teacher* Can anyone use this potion, Professor Snape?
  • Snape: *takes the large bottle* I will put the Hush-A-Bye into single dose ampoules which I will send to Slug & Jiggers in your name. That should provide you with a tidy allowance for whatever you wish to use the gold for.
  • Harry: *beyond over-joyed* Thank you, Sir. Uhm... yeah... really... thank you! *turns and trots to the door of the classroom but then he stops, turns, and turns a serious expression upon his face* You aren't going to change towards me in class and stuff, aren't you, Professor?
  • Snape: *shakes his head slowly* I cannot change, Mr. Potter. However, you are invited to bring questions and concerns to me before dinner. Use a Disillusionment Charm, though, and no one shall ever know.
  • Harry: *nods - and then leaves*
  • Snape: *studies the potion then looks towards the closed door* I will know about your 'cupboard' next time, Mr. Potter.


from my au in which victorian era!allen meets ancient china!lenalee 

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I’m Safest When At Home *Steve RogersxReader*

Originally posted by forassgard

(Requested by georghiousophia) I love your writing ! Like OMG YOU ARE AMAZIng !!!!!! I was wondering if you had time if you could write a oneshot were the reader is Tony’s daughter but is dating Steve. And when on a mission together the reader gets hurt and tony tries to blame it on Steve and he believes tony so tries to break up with the reader but then like fluff or smut happens to show she wants him to stay ?????? (Sorry if this is a crap request!) 
Warnings:Fluff & Swears
Admins Note: Written by Rosalee. You did say either or for the smut thing, so I decided to go down the ‘fluff’ route, if you expected smut for this then I am deeply sorry and maybe I’ll write something soon. Also, its not a crap request, never be afraid to express an idea to us if you want it written by us. One shot, ship and preferences request are open if you want something done by me or Angie. 

“Okay, someone remind me to take some vacation days” you say breathlessly into your communicator. The last man dropping to his knee’s, you let out a deep sigh and round-housed kicked him in the face, making him fall with a thud. Despite the sweat dripping down your face, this was easy, a little too easy for your liking. The Hydra base was small anyway but that didn’t mean anything for their hired assassins, they’re obviously up to something.

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  • December 21, 2016
  • I saw your name in my notifications for the first time in a long time.
  • I had waited forever to hear from you again, yet when my phone was blowing up with messages from you, I was too scared to even touch it.
  • After you left the country, I promised myself I wouldn't let the pain stop me from opening my heart again. But there I was, afraid to even open a damn text.
  • I just sat there for half an hour, pretending like nothing's happening. When I finally gathered the courage to pick up my phone, I replied to a couple of other people first — delaying the impact — before I took a deep breath and opened your messages.
  • You said you missed me like hell, and that life has been treating you terribly. You apologized for staying away... you simply feel you have no control over anything... not just over your situation but over yourself too, whom you said I wouldn't be able to recognize anymore.
  • I don't know if I should be insulted or flattered that you think of me when you're at rock bottom. Insulted because you ONLY come to me when you need saving. Flattered because you come to ME when you need saving.
  • Even worse, I don't feel like you're coming back to ME. I feel like you're coming back to HURT ME some more. It's tragic that I now see your attention as a threat.
  • I went back and forth like a general strategizing for war. "If I reply to his messages he'll break my heart again. But if I don't, I wouldn't be able to forgive myself." Because despite how much I fear letting you in again, I couldn't bear the thought of you telling me how much you're suffering and then me doing nothing, saying nothing. So cold. So bitter. So heartless.
  • But the fear was too strong, so there was no way I could say "I miss you too" or "I'm here for you". Doing so would be opening myself up to torture.
  • I had to find a way to comfort you without making you think I'm ready to be broken by you again. So I wrote, "Your situation changed, but you're still you. Don't stop believing in yourself. I hope the New Year brings you better things. Good luck and take care."
  • And you noticed. You noticed that I replied two days later, when I used to reply in less than two seconds. You noticed that I wrote four sentences when I used to write four paragraphs. You noticed that I didn't include a heart, a kiss or even a smiley when I used to send you dozens. You noticed that I didn't call you love, babe or sweetheart. I didn't even mention your name. You noticed, and so you said "Thank you, dear", when you used to rant some more until you fall asleep.
  • We both know that by "Good luck and take care" I meant "Farewell", and that by "Thank you, dear" you meant "Goodbye".
  • I am very happy to have heard from you once more. But please, unless you wish to stay forever, don't ever knock on my door again. Because even though I still love you so much, I now love myself too.