best part of the finale by far

What Is The Shape Of Your Monster? – Get Out and Thought-out Horror

Get out.

No, I’m dead serious. If you haven’t already seen Jordan Peele’s Get Out yet, I need you to do me a massive favor. I need you to bookmark this page, close this page, and absolutely do not read this page— or any other essay or article on Get Out— until you’ve finished watching it.

I’m not just saying this because this essay will contain major spoilers for a movie that is best enjoyed going in knowing as little as possible— I mean, yes, it will— but most of all I just want as many people to see this movie as possible. It is by far the most socially relevant American movie to come out this year, at time of writing, if not one of the most socially relevant pieces of American art of the past decade.

It’s also just a very good movie.

(SPOILERS START NOW)

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Watch Me Babygirl [pt.9]

Summary: Jungkook is your brother’s annoying best friend. You can’t stand him but he just can’t resist teasing you. How far will he actually go?

Warnings: language, light smut

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“My mom wants me to become more involved at the school,” you sighed, walking with Taehyung to P.E.

The last few days your mom had been hinting that she wanted you to become involved, “like your brother”. You’d done your best to act clueless in order to get her to drop the subject, but she’d finally confronted you and outright told you that she wanted you to become more involved.

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Knuckles: Boxer!Ashton (Part 3)

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Pulling up.

Coming down x

You take a final look in the vanity mirror, adjusting bits of your done-up hair to reach a balanced mixture of messy yet elegant. There’s a certain strand that’s been having a time taunting you all day, springing from it’s bobbypin every chance it gets, and you decide to just gift it the freedom it’s worked so hard for, removing the clip at the last second and dropping it on the dresser. Black tie events are far from your forté, but you’re trying your best to play the part for Ashton. The last time you wore a dress this long or heels this high had to be your senior prom, and the jitters in your stomach make you feel like you’re getting ready for it all over again: nervous to see your date, paranoid about something going wrong, trying too hard to impress people you don’t know. At least this time you can look forward to alcohol being there.

You grab your phone and a clutch full of necessities before heading out the door, slowly making your way down the steps as you’re reminded how difficult it is to walk in heels. Whose bright idea was it to invent these things? They’ll be kicked off by the end of the night, no doubt. Your feet are already starting to hate you.

At the edge of the sidewalk a tall figure awaits your descent. He’s sporting a classic black and white tuxedo perfectly tailored to accentuate his striking physique, a thin tie hung from the collar rather than a bow. It’s quite a contrast to the athletic shorts and t-shirts you’re used to seeing him in, but you definitely aren’t complaining. The mop of brown curls that usually fall over his eyes have been trimmed and styled for the occasion, and the two week old beard he claimed he was too lazy to shave has disappeared from his chiseled face, cleaning him up significantly. Ashton has always been more of the ruggedly handsome type to you; the kind of person who looks his best straight after rolling out of bed in the morning. However this new side of him, one so sharp and expensive, inflicts serious damage to your will power, and it takes every ounce of your conscious control to not just blow off the event and drag him straight back up to your apartment.

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Some non-spoilery thoughts on Mass Effect: Andromeda because I’ve seen a lot of people worried about negativity surrounding the game:

  • the squad banter is great, and there’s a lot of it, and it’s really welcome. it brings a lot to exploration and fighting
  • speaking of fighting, this is the best shooting in a 3rd-person game that I’ve seen in well, ever. the jump jet is ridiculously fun to use while shooting.
  • and exploration? fantastic. Ryder’s scanner is super handy and gives you a lot of information about the environment. the level design is great, as are the plant and animal designs.
  • I’m a big fan of the new dialogue system. paragon/renegade was something heavily associated with Shepard. this new system feels a lot more like Ryder, and a new start.
  • the facial animations aren’t all that bad, unless you’re going to record your conversations and then go back, frame-by-frame, looking for a few ridiculous expressions. you don’t really notice all that much when you’re paying attention to the story and what’s being said.
  • the eyes are…flat (I’m also playing HZD atm, and the eye textures in that game are incredible, so it also could be bias on my part)
  • the music, so far, is good. I was really worried about it, but I find that the galaxy map theme is the best piece so far.
  • the galaxy map - holy fuck, it is so fun
  • cc - not impressed, tbh. twins don’t always look identical anyway, and it’s pretty disappointing that you can’t customise Sara or Scott. the presets range from okay to horrible. Inquisition spoiled us.
  • I’m really happy with the writing so far. lots of great characters that I’m loving. the voice acting is pretty damn good too.
  • we’ve finally got height differences. hell, the salarians are tall. so are the turians. feels good. feels organic.
“Just how obscure is that job crystal in lore terms?”: a heirarchy

All of the soul crystals still require from the user hard work, and experience in the discipline, to activate:

The wisdom in a soul crystal, however, is not so easily drawn forth - an untrained neophyte cannot simply pick up one of these gems and expect his mind to be flooded with the knowledge of advanced spellcraft or combat techniques. Without first attaining sufficient proficiency and tempering one’s soul to mirror the maturity of the crystal’s contributors, a prospective student will be denied even the slightest glimpse of enlightenment. Thus, as is the case with the more contemporary disciplines, the key to mastering the secrets of a soul crystal lies in diligent study and training.

Below I will attempt to detail how tough the crystals are to come by, and some of the challenges in obtaining and retaining them. I wrote it based on impressions from the lore book, and the quests up to level 40 or so.

Make sure to read the notes for corrections and expansions, as I’m sure people will have some to add!

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Wrong Loves My Company Finale

A/N: THIS IS 7000 WORDS LONG, WTH! Hi babes, I know this took far too long but it’s here now. I was actually crying earlier thinking about how this is the ending, the final chapter, the last part. Thus far this is my favorite fic I have written. I wanted to thank @writing-obrien for helping me soooo much with this series. She’s always there when I need to bounce around ideas or get motivated or just talk. She is my best friend and I love her and this series would be nothing without her. I also wanted to thank everyone that has read this and loved it! I’m so grateful for you ! I think that all I have to say so thank you so much, I love you so much okay? bye !

Warning: Uhhhhh it wouldn’t be an ending without some smut right? There’s also so alcohol use so yeah.

Word Count: 7867

Parts 1-6: [Here]

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Chamber of Secrets - Part 20

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Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: OooOOOooOOOOOhhhhh~  

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anonymous asked:

Would you be willing to share some of your thoughts about Yuri's motivation over the rings, at least? I'd be curious to read your thoughts especially since that scene in particular has a lot of cultural terminology and background that doesn't translate perfectly for International audiences to begin with.

This is a hard one because, as you wrote, I think there are cultural differences especially regarding the concept of “omamori” (protective charms).

First of all it would be very useful to read this interesting and complete post about “omamori”. Although regarding the part about the rings being round and that symbolizing a bond I’m not sure, I think that might be reading too deeply. At the end there’s also my comment on the meaning of the word “omajinai”, which is also not that easy to translate…

This said, the rest under the cut. Of course this is just my personal interpretation based on the Japanese dialogues in the anime and partly on interviews (I think it doesn’t even clash with the “soulmates” thing in the interview from CREA). All quotes from the dialogues are translated by me and do not use the English sub/dub. I am translating “omamori” as “protective charm”.

Warning: it’s kind of long and has pictures because if I don’t explain it thoroughly it might be hard to get my point across.

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Fic Rec Day!

I’m pretty sure I’m not late to the party! I wanted to first off say a massive thank you to all the fic writers out there! You give up so much of your time and you deliver the most beautiful pieces of art! I wish I was talented enough to draw or photoshop something for each of the fics on the list, but I am a talentless beast. 

Here come the fic!!! (Bold ones are my absolute faves)


  •  One the Other by @ruby–wednesday - My absolute favorite fic in the fandom. It’s a canon divergence. It’s so dialog and plot driven there’s so much character development. It’s absolutely incredible.
  • The Consummation by @josselinkohl - Exactly what it sounds like, only far far better. Probably my favourite sex scene in the fandom. 
  • Marks of Fate by @fahye - It’s the third and final part of the Lines on Palms series and it’s the best one. An absolute treat. 
  • Love of the Second Star by SteelStingray - Another canon divergence au. It’s a WIP so don’t say I didn’t tell you! I only read the first chapter and it’s amazing but I refuse to continue until it’s done! 
  • Size King by magisterpavus - There’s nothing I love more than people in love having sex. Also I am a firm believer that Laurent is indeed a size queen and that Damen is hung like a fucking wildebeest. This fic explores said beliefs.  
  • You’re Always Waking in the Night by @thankyoumerlin - A five and one time fic about them being in bed. So much better than what I make it sound like. 
  • A firm Hold of My Heart by @jithongchy - They get married. 
  • A Better Side of You to Admire by yekoc - I really like the dynamics here. And Damen bottoms. 
  • Relinquishing Control by @exy-king - Part of the Stages of Control series and it’s just wonderful, beautiful smut. Also it keeps up with my headcanon that Laurent and Damen get off on dirty talk. 
  • Murmur of the Land by @blacktofade - It’s an alternative take on the tent scene. Really well done and very much in character. 

Honourable Mentions: 

Turns out I love A Lot™ of works by the same people, so instead of recing each fic I’ll just urge you to go read anything by @delfeur @josselinkohl @fahye @ruby–wednesday. You honestly do not understand how incredible their fics are. I could go on for days about each and every one of them! 

Happy reading!!!!! 

Valkyrie has the vapours

Sooo… I am on week 3 of being sick with bronchitis and/or walking pneumonia, so forgive me for my ramblings and for taking so long to post.  Here’s my report from the front lines.  (I’m without my laptop so this will be a challenge.)  You might want to grab a beverage because I’m going to put this all in one post.

THAT HORRIBLE FEELING WHEN YOU REALIZE YOU MIGHT NOT MAKE IT TO THE CON IN TIME:  I came down with a stomach bug on Wednesday night (on top of the bronchitis) and was too sick to fly on Thursday morning.  Though the airline was able to rebook me on an afternoon flight, delays meant I would miss my connection.  After an hour standing at the JFK ticket counter during which options slipped away, I was finally able to secure an alternative flight… but had to endure a coach window seat for 6 hours despite having paid for a first class seat.  Thank god for the copious amount of drugs in my system that I was able to remain calm and get a little nap before running through LAX, rebooking yet again when I discovered a better connecting flight, and finally arriving at SeaTac after 1:00 am - 12 hours after I was originally supposed to land. The silver lining was that I was too distracted by the drama to be nervous about what I would say to Cait and Sam.

WAIT, WE’RE QUEUING UP HOW EARLY?  Luckily @chrismosstree and @myguiltyolpleasure scoped out the situation on Thursday afternoon and figured out exactly when and where we needed to be.  I awoke around 5 am after a couple hours of sleep to bid them farewell as they headed for the convention center, taking advantage of their generous offer to hold a place for me in line. Despite being dizzy and queasy I made my way down the street to our “holding pen” outside the main hall to wait for the panel discussion with Sam and Cait.   We were able to meet up with the lovely @supertam87, @sileas84, and @side-eyeing-you and chatted with a lot of other fans while we waited… and waited… and waited.  Seriously, you guys, attending a comic con is all about standing around and monitoring your fluid intake to make sure you don’t have to go to the bathroom at the wrong time.  Luckily I was dehydrated from the decongestants so I didn’t have to worry too much.

OH, MY GOD, IT’S STARTING!  Being in line so early paid off as we got 5th row center seats in the auditorium.  The hall was huge and completely filled up in a matter of minutes.  I feel like you miss so much in the room because you’re trying to switch from watching them on stage, to seeing them blown up on the screens to the side of the stage, to snapping pics, to trying to anticipate whether they are about to do something cute so your camera is at the ready.  Initial impression was that the panel was merely okay, but I’m jaded by having attended the NYC Apple Store event last year where it was a much more intimate setting and they were less guarded.  I’ll have to watch the video to see what I missed because I’ve seen a lot of cute gifs on tumblr.

GOOD LORD, HAVE THESE PEOPLE NEVER MANAGED LINES BEFORE?  The convention organizers came across as very disorganized.  Rather than routing us toward the hall through a series of roped off rows like an airport security checkpoint, we were crammed together in a pen behind some gates like cattle in a feed yard about to go to slaughter.  That set the tone for the day as staff struggled to figure out what to do with us as we queued for photo ops and autograph sessions.  All sense of time was lost as we stood packed cheek to jowl in very stuffy conditions.  By the time we approached our solo pics with Sam I was a sweaty mess - some combination of nerves, the cramped quarters, and the Robitussin.

A TOTAL OUT OF BODY EXPERIENCE:  I turned into a blithering idiot during the photo ops.  For those of you who haven’t done this before, the process is similar to school picture day but with more yelling.  There is a tiny mirror hanging outside this curtained off area.  I seriously thought I was going to hyperventilate as we got close to the front of the line.  You have only a second to realize you are a sweaty mess before you give your ticket to someone and are waved into the booth.  You see Sam smiling with a fan plastered to his side while a photographer screams, “READY!”  *click* “NEXT!”  Then you are thrust toward Sam and he says hello while clasping you tightly.  You are too tongue-tied to say anything and too blinded by his beauty to look him in the eye.  "READY!“ *click* "NEXT!”  It’s over.  You can’t believe it happened, but you assume it did. Emotions were running high and we skipped away, giggling uncontrollably.  Then got back in line for the joint photo op and the solo Cait session…. which took all afternoon.  Observations: I’m shorter than I thought I was after seeing myself next to them.  Sam’s jacket is unbelievably soft and I’m surprised I didn’t pet him (or maybe I did - who can remember).  He smells really good (not that @chrismosstree would know…).  He’s also thinner than I expected.  Not skinny, but not beefy like in S1.  (He’s the same height as my brother but seems so much taller.) Cait’s legs are ridiculously long and her waist is in line with my bust.  She glows. It was all a blur.  I pride myself on being unflapable, but I was - well - flapped.  I was shy and embarrassed and nervous and excited and couldn’t put a sentence together, all at the same time. 

“THAT IS SO COOL!”  On to the autograph session and a two hour wait to deliver the Doll Frasers to Cait.  They had been packed in their little trunk and carried around all day while I mentally rehearsed what I would say.  A few people asked what was in the box (I carried it in a giant clear zip lock bag to guard again rain.) As I explained that our friend makes costumes for a set of Jamie and Claire dolls and poses them in scenes from the show, one woman asked if @outlanderedandoverhere had a booth at the con where she could buy her own set!  (There’s an idea for a revenue stream, Fiona…)  There were handlers taking each item to be autographed and passing them to Cait and Sam so that by the time you were in front of them the item was signed and you could be on your way.  I was a little worried that they might not allow gifts because I didn’t see anyone in front of me doing it and I had visions of carrying the trunk around for the next week only to have to ship it back to the U.K.  I knew I had to be quick and concise, so I removed the trunk from the bag and unlatched the lid.  I flipped it open and set the thr trunk down in front of Cait, telling her that we saw the Doll Fraser calendar on the wall in their makeup trailer and thought the cast and crew might like their own set of dolls to play with.  She said, “Yeah, yeah!” and lit up like a Christmas tree.  Seriously, smiling ear to ear and digging through the trunk.  I pointed out the charity t-shirts and she said, “That is so cool!”  She just could not stop staring at them while I babbled on about how the Doll Frasers have been adopted by our community.  Finally the handler tried to move on to the next fan and Cait sighed and reluctantly closed the trunk before tucking it under the table.  She even made a little sqeeing noise.  Sam was sitting too far away and occupied with signing to notice, and they were running waaay behind, so there was noopportunity to alert him to the transaction. However, the Doll Frasers were clearly a hit.  No telling where they go from here (I assume all gifts were sent to production offices in Scotland) but hopefully we’ll see or hear about them again at some point.

After that we were FINALLY finished for the day and headed out to meet up with other fans for dinner.  And, honestly, that was the best part of this event: meeting up with so many of you.  I have laughed (and coughed) so much in the last week that my abs might actually form a “six pack.” 😂  And I love how willing everyone is to share their experience and that so many are interested.

Some of you have asked about the cock blocking story.  It’s not that interesting and requires props and facial expressions to convey properly so it’s best done in person.  For some reason (ahem, @c2bend and @rainmanjdog) it’s taken on a life of its own.  Truly, I’m not trying to be a tease so I’ll see if I can figure out a way to tell it with @chrismosstree’s help.  We’re off to dinner now but will be back online later. 

tl:dr  Overall impressions are that Sam seemed very tired and a little guarded, Cait could not have been more lovely nor down to earth, and that we are an amazing, funny, smart, and lovely group of women.  Mwah!

Things We Don’t Say

Summary: At the age of 23, Adrien thought he was pretty independent finally living separately from his father. He had his job, friends and Marinette to whom he still hadn’t confessed after years of silently loving. Then one night a phone call changes everything. A forced, “you don’t really have an option if you value your life” marriage to a childhood friend whom he hadn’t seen in years or prove that you have your own fiancée until the sun goes down. Marinette will help him. That’s what best friends are for, right?

Part 1                                                                                           Read it on A03


She shouldn’t be home yet - Adrien thought but decided to knock first anyway. No one opened.

“So far so good,” he whispered to himself and pulled out his own key. The blond poked in his head first before entering and looked around. The space was desolated.

“Marinette?” he called her name just to make sure he was there alone. Receiving no answer, Adrien grinned to himself.

Great. I have a few hours then.

The young man carefully put a few bags and a bouquet of flowers on the floor and was about to take his shoes off when an overexcited dog appeared out of nowhere and knocked him down.

“Hey, Tikki.” Adrien couldn’t stop laughing as he tried his hardest to prevent the invader from licking his face all over. It’s not that he didn’t enjoy her affection because he did. A lot. However, today he had to look perfect. No messy hairstyles and sloppy drool on his jaw allowed.

“There, there, girl,” he petted the puppy. “I am happy to see you too! Really, really happy. Now let me go, please.”

Tikki, a one-year-old ginger cocker spaniel, stepped back and gave Adrien a chance to get up.

“Today is the big day, girl,” the blond said once on his feet. “Today I’m finally going to tell your mommy the truth.”

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Dirty Laundry - Jack Maynard

Summary: You finally meet your best friend’s boyfriend’s brother, the one who your best friend has been trying to keep away from you.

Word Count: 1578

Warnings: None so far … little bit of swearing maybe?

Author’s Note: So! I was kinda unsure about whether or not I was gonna post this, I wrote it literally months ago and I didn’t know whether I wanted to post this, especially since it actually uses a girls name and not Y/N but i’ve decided to post it. I’m planning on this having between 10 and 15 parts/chapters/etc and yeah let me know if you guys want me to post more.

Originally posted by jack-maynard


Life was a bit fickle sometimes; you never knew what was going to happen from one moment to the next. Sometimes you could predict it; if you spent enough time with certain people then you could usually guess how they would react in particular circumstance. Other times it was a bit trickier to guess where their heads were at. If you were a wallflower, you learnt how to watch people, how to predict their every move. You studied people.

Jack Maynard was not a wallflower, not by a long shot. Jack Maynard was forever the centre of attention, he was the one at the core of every late night party and the surging force behind every boys night out. Jack had always liked having peoples eyes on him for as long as her could remember, that was where he did his best work - with all eyes on him and his actions.

Evie Freudman was not the centre of attention - not if she could avoid it. She had spent most of her teenage years in the shadows, sticking in the dark corner with a book at late night parties and skipping out early on girls nights out to watch netflix in her pyjamas. She was good at reading people; her mother had always said that she could look in someones eyes and be able to see their soul.

“Think fast Jacky Boy!” Conor Maynard’s loud voice echoed in his younger brothers ears as he launched himself onto Jack’s back, causing the younger boy to grunt as he stumbled to regain his balance. Behind him, he could hear Joe and Casper cackling at his expense. Jack groaned as he struggled to balance his older brother on his back, messily punching in the code for their building as all four of them staggered up the stairs to their second story apartment.

The entire building could hear the four boys climbing up the stairwell, which included Conor’s long-term girlfriend, Annie, and her friend, Evie. Annie looked at her friend with wide eyes as she tried to think on her feet. Annie had been friends with Evie for almost five years now, and it had been almost two since they had found each other again in London. During that entire time, Annie had made a concerted effort to keep her pseudo-brother-in-law away from her friend.

It wasn’t that she thought they would make a bad pair - quite the opposite actually - she knew that the two of them were incredibly well matched and that they would complement each other fairly well. She had no doubt that Jack would be able to bring her shy friend a little out of her shell and that Evie would perhaps be able to ground Jack a little and make him care about someone else for once. However, Jack was a notorious fuckboy and she had witnessed many a girl get her heart destroyed by him, and if she could stop Evie from being one of the many, then she would.

Evie had left her family behind in Australia; many of them had already disowned her following her fathers death. She really didn’t have anyone in London besides Annie and a few good friends that she had made at university. If nobody else was going to look out for her wellbeing, then Annie sure as hell would. If that meant keeping Jack Maynard as far away from her as possible, then so be it. Evie was just Jack’s type but he wasn’t mature enough to be what she needed, in Annie’s humble opinion.

Before Annie could even think about hiding Evie from the boys, her boyfriend and his friends were crashing through the front door of their loft apartment. She rolled her eyes before turning to her friend, “I apologise for whatever these dickheads do in the next few minutes,” she offered quickly before topping up Evie’s wine glass. “So whatever happened with that guy you went out with? Scott, was it?” she asked, listening intently as her friend went off on a tangent about the cockhead from her history lecture.

The boys were too busy fucking around in the sitting room to make much notice to the girls in the kitchen, until loud and rambunctous giggles broke through their conversation and causing Jack to look at his older brother in suspicion, “has Annie’s laugh suddenly gone up fourteen octaves?” he asked mockingly. Conor shoved his little brother as he got up to investigate, the three other boys trailing behind him on his journey to the kitchen.

“Little Eve!” Evie spun around at the loud and booming voice of her best friend’s boyfriend, smiling brightly when he came into her field of vision, hoping off of the bar stool to hug Conor tightly. Conor grinned over his shoulder at his girlfriend as he swept her friend off her feet in a massive bear hug, before gesturing to Annie that Jack was behind him and already curious.

“Mr. Annie! How are you? I haven’t seen you in forever!” Evie asked Conor brightly, her smile infectous as both Conor and Annie found themselves mirroring her grin. “I hope you’re keeping my best friend happy, making sure she’s well fed and kept away from young princes,” she implored the young man as she watched Annie roll her eyes before leaning into her boyfriend’s side, a fond smile etching its way onto her face as she looked them over.

Evie absolutely adored  watching Annie and Conor together, it made her infinitely happy to just watch them interact with each other. Despite all the teasing, she was well aware that Conor kept her best friend very very very happy and sexually satisfied (that one she wished she could be less aware of). In all the years that she had known Annie, Evie had never seen her so unapologetically happy and giddy, and she was sure that she had Conor to thank for that. He was good for Annie, a lot of silly and sweet gestures wrapped into a handsome bow.

“He does what he’s told,” Annie filled in for him, leaning up to brush a soft yet meaningful kiss to her boyfriend’s jaw. Evie found herself looking away and blushing shyly, not wanting to intrude on such a sweet and intimate moment between her two friends. Apparently, this was not a feeling that was shared by the other occupants of the room.

From the moment Jack barged into the room, her eyes were on him, drinking him in as he playfully wedged himself between the happy couple. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” he grinned, one arm over each of the couple’s shoulders. His eyes gradually fell on Evie, widening significantly at the clearly shy yet stunning person in front of him. From the way her glasses were perched on the bridge of her nose to the way she would wring her hands together under a strangers gaze; he knew that this was someone he wanted to know.

“And who might this be?” he asked, his focus never leaving the girl in front of him and delighting in the deep blush that seemed to be permanently etched onto her face. It had been a long time since he’d encountered a shy girl that didn’t immediately bore him.

Rolling her eyes, Annie shoved his arm off of her shoulders. “This is my friend, Evie, she’s too good for you,” she introduced, standing next to Evie with her arms crossed over her chest, “Evie, this is Conor’s brother, Jack,” she countered, gesturing to Jack with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Come on, we’re gonna be late for our reservation,” she commented, all but dragging her friend out of the room.

As soon as they had vanished, Jack rounded on his older brother, “What the hell was that about?” he demanded accusingly, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as he waited for Conor’s answer. “How come I’ve never met her before?” he asked with slightly less aggression, “I am charming!” he huffed, his signature pout painted across his face.

“That’s exactly why!” Conor exclaimed, “Look, you’re my brother and I love you, but you’re not exactly the most charming after you sleep with a girl,” he pointed out, placing one hand on Jack’s shoulder. “Evie isn’t a girl who you can ghost and expect her to bounce back, and if you hurt her, then Annie will kill me and I’d really like to keep my girlfriend and my bollocks if you don’t mind,” he snickered.

“So your girl just knows i’m gonna fuck up? That’s a bit cynical don’t you reckon?” Jack scowls, shrugging Conor off. “I’ve had plenty of girlfriends before!” He insinuated, puffy his chest out in indignation.

“And they all wound up hating your guts and blocking you on everything imaginable!” Conor laughs, “Gee Jack, can’t imagine why Annie would wanna keep you away from her friends!” he cackled loudly before leaning back against the counter.

Tilting his head slightly, he took in the determined and confused look on his brothers face, that wasn’t expected. “Look, i’m not getting involved because I’d like to retain my appendages, but Evie’s a big girl, she tends to keep people at arms length but if you’re your usual charming self, maybe she’ll open up to you and if you don’t seriously fuck it up, Annie might even be happy for you.”

“Don’t you want something more than a one night stand?”

We Can Feel So Far (From So Close) (1/2)

Waiting until your best friend left for a cross country tour was a fine time to realize you’re in love with him. Captain Swan.

This is the first of a two shot that I finally decided to post after having it sit in my Google Docs since last summer. I’d love to hear your thoughts on this first part!

Rated T | Word count: 8139 | Also on AO3 and FF.net


There’s an old quote that says something along the lines of “absence makes the heart grow fonder.” That you don’t realize just how much you love someone until they’re no longer around.

When Emma would come across phrases like that a few years ago, she would typically roll her eyes and mutter some kind of sarcastic remark, all while trying not to dwell on the fact that there probably would never be someone for her to love like that.

But of course, that was before she met Killian. And everything changed.

They meet on a Thursday night, under unusual circumstances. Emma had moved into her new apartment that afternoon, a simple one bedroom in Boston that was more than enough space for her and the small amount of items in her possession. The whole day had been a disaster from the get go. First thing that morning, her previous landlord accused her of not paying the last month’s rent, and threatened to sue if he didn’t get it immediately. (The look on his face when he realize he was in the wrong was priceless. And he wondered why she was moving out of his crappy building.) Then, the movers she could barely afford to hire wound up taking her furniture to the wrong apartment complex on the other side of Boston. By the time the fiasco had been taken care of, it was nearly the end of the day. Saying she was exhausted was an understatement.

Emma stands in the middle of the living room, observing the chaos that was now her new home. She may have brought a small number of things with her, but most of said things were still in boxes, scattered around on the floor and waiting to be put away. She’d unpacked a box of clothes solely to dig out her favorite Batman pajamas, leaving the rest piled up in the corner of her bedroom. Just something else that could wait until tomorrow when she wasn’t both starving and sleep deprived.

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Howl’s Moving Castle Sentence Meme
  • “I feel terrible, like there’s a weight on my chest.”
  • “A heart’s a heavy burden.”
  • “Lets run! Don’t fight them!”
  • “Sorry, I’ve had enough of running away. Now I’ve got something I want to protect. It’s you.”
  • “You, you sabotaged me! Look! Look at what you’ve done to my hair! Look!”
  • “What a pretty color.”
  • “It’s hideous! You completely ruined my magic potions in the bathroom!”
  • “I just organized things. Nothing’s ruined.”
  • “Wrong! Wrong! I specifically ordered you not to get carried away!”
  • “Now I’m repulsive.”
  • “I can’t live like this.”
  • “Come on, it’s not that bad.”
  • “You should look at it now, its shade is even better.”
  • “I give up. I see not point in living if I can’t be beautiful.”
  • ”I’ve never been beautiful a single day in my life!”
  • “So you are going away.”
  • “Please, I know I can be of help to you, even though I’m not pretty and all I’m good at is cleaning.”
  • “You’re beautiful!”
  • “Well, the nice thing about being old is you’ve got nothing much to lose.”
  • “They say that the best blaze burns brightest, when circumstances are at their worst.”
  • “Yeah, but no-one really believes that. Come on, let’s be honest.”
  • “Wow,  your hair looks just like starlight. It’s beautiful.”
  • “All right, let’s get cooking.”
  • “I don’t cook! I’m a scary and powerful fire demon!”
  • “There you are sweetheart, sorry I’m late. I was looking everywhere for you.”
  • “Hey, hey! We’re busy here!”
  • “To me, it looked like the two of you were just leaving.”
  • “I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t torment my friend.”
  • “This war is terrible, they bomb from the southern coast to the northern border. It’s all in flames now.”

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HAPPY TRANS DAY OF VISIBILITY

i wanted to take some fresh selfos but im in my jammies so here’s some shots of me feelin myself over the past several months

gosh its been what 2-3 years on testosterone now and yknow the coolest part is i’m more comfortable expressing in whatever direction i choose now that i know where i stand and who i am. i’ve finally forsaken being HARDCORE MANLY and embraced the bishounen hot mess i feel best as. i’ve come so far already and i’m so grateful to everyone who’s been helping and encouraging me along the way!!! i really feel so much more complete

(speaking of here’s a bonus pic from the year before i started t and grew my hair to a reasonable length WOW THAT DIFFERENCE THO)

(lul)

anyways much love to my fellow trans/nb/gnc folks today and every day–especially all my trans brothers! pre-op/hormones or not, passing or not, out or not, whatever, you are all fighting an incredible battle and i am so proud of you my children i am so proud ;v;

know thyself and love thyself, for thou art worthy

- Cameron aka Prïest [he/him, 26, androgyne trans man, freelance model, and artist who believes in u]

anonymous asked:

Hi!! I just found your blog and I love it❤️ I was wondering if i could get a BTS reaction to their gf coming home late one night with cuts and bruises but it turns out that she loves street fighting and is really good at it? Thanks!

Namjoon: To say he was alarmed when you walked through the door with bruises and cuts littering your body would be an understatement. He was downright panicking, though he tried to keep his voice steady and calm as he asked you what you’d been up to. When you told him you loved streetfighting and it was a hobby of yours, his eyes got wide and his mouth parted slightly.

“You are officially the coolest person Y/N.”

He wouldn’t stop you from fighting, but he would learn how to best tend your wounds. He may even come watch you…

Originally posted by joonjuly

Jin: He would immediately begin asking you questions. What happened? Why did it happen? Why didn’t you call him? Are you okay? You tried your best to answer him, finally pulling him in for a gentle kiss to get him to shut up. When you told him you liked streetfighting and that you were really okay, that you never let it go too far, he relaxed slightly, pulling you for a gentle hug.

“My Y/N’s a badass.”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Suga: He sat up from his spot on the couch when he saw you walk through the door with bruises scattered across your face and cuts lining your knuckles. His first question was “What the actual hell Y/N?” 

Even after you explained that you loved streetfighting and were really good at it, he was worried you’d get severely injured. He knew you could take care of yourself though, so in the end he grudgingly agreed to come watch you fight some time. 

“You better kick the other guy’s ass…”

Originally posted by nnochu

J-Hope: He was incredibly worried when he saw the bruises and cuts on all visible patches of skin. His first thought was that you’d been mugged but then he remembered seeing your bag hanging on the chair. If Y/N wasn’t mugged… then what happened? He thought.

When you explained to him that you were a streetfighter, it didn’t put him at ease in any way. Now that he knew this wasn’t a one time event, he was incredibly worried you’d get severely hurt. You had to convince him that you’d done this before the the worst you’d suffered was a broken finger and a bloody nose before he warmed up to the idea.

“Yeah… yeah… you’re the best fighter! I’d hate to be the other guy.”

Originally posted by yngissi

Taehyung: Initially, he would mad at himself for not walking you back to your place all those times due to schedules. What he thought was that you were jumped and that you could have been jumped all those times he’d let you walk home alone. When you told him that you were someone who enjoyed streetfighting, his guilt eased and he gave you his big smile in return. In his eyes, you were even more fearless and self sufficient than before you’d told him…

“That’s so cool! I’m making you kill all the spiders from now on Y/N.”

And he means it…

Originally posted by taedamn

Jimin: When he sees the black eye you’re currently sporting, he’s shocked. He could tell you’d tried to conceal it, but the dark purple color was still very visible. You simply gave him a weak smile, inviting him in and telling him how you’d gotten the black eye but that, other than a few other cuts and bruises, you were fine. He didn’t seem convinced until you told him that it hadn’t been your first time fighting. 

“So that means… you’re like that one kid from The Karate Kid? That’s so cool!”

Originally posted by bwipsul

Jungkook: The most supportive one tbh… At first, he would be alarmed, thinking you had been jumped. After you told him that you were a streetfighter, however, his eyes would brighten and his mouth would fall open in childlike shock. 

Honestly, he’d beg you to teach him a few moves and he’d secretly watch you streetfight, getting super into it and betting money that you’d win. Most of the time, he made a profit from those bets.

“I can’t believe you do this. This is the coolest thing in the world!”

Originally posted by hohbi

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Red Pt. 6 [Jason Todd x Reader]

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A/N: SO this is the final part of Red. Thank you everyone for going through this journey with me, I am so thankful for all your support! It’s been a long ride, and we’ve come so far and now here we are. I love you guys more than you know, and I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoy writing it.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1458

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6


It was the loud sound of a body crashing onto the floor that jerked Jason awake. He was up on his feet in an instant, his hand going to the gun he kept in his drawer.

His trained eyes scanned his bedroom and it didn’t take long for him to find his best friend unconscious on the floor. His heart dropped to his stomach and fear immediately crept into his chest. He dropped the gun and rushed to your side, dropping to his knees and cradling your face in his hands.

“[F/N]?!” His hands were trembling. Shit–he was already scared. His gaze frantically searched the room for any threats, anything that could’ve hurt his [F/N]. However, he found nothing unusual, nothing except the strange location of his helmet.

His brows furrowed at its position, but he pushed any suspicions away and focused on you. He checked your vitals, almost sobbing in relief when he felt a strong, healthy pulse. You were okay. Unconscious, but okay.

Ignoring the burning questions in his mind, he effortlessly picked you up and brought you back to bed. After doing a full inspection of the apartment to ensure there were no threats, he decided to finally change from his uniform then sit by your bed.

And that was where he stayed.

He kept his eyes trained on you and held your hand tightly, trying to calm his beating heart. It was reasonable; you were not only someone he cared deeply about, but he had already made the mistake of being careless with you once, and that had deadly results. He wasn’t taking any chances again. There was no such thing as being ‘too careful’ when it came to you.

He lifted your knuckles up to his lips and kissed it gently, your skin feeling ice cold against his. It may seem silly to hold your hand, but he felt that if he let go, you might disappear. Feeling your presence reassured him that you weren’t gone.

The very thought of losing you sickened him. He had been to the room they’ve kept you in. He had seen many things in his life, committed acts and killed people, but he couldn’t bring himself to enter than room again. He was so shocked, so disgusted by it. He could only imagine what they had done to you. He never wanted you to go through something even remotely close to that again. Just thinking about the possibility of it made his eyes water with hurt and anger.

It was just the break of dawn when Jason heard a noise from you, a soft groan that escaped your throat. He stood up and leaned forward, anxious to see your eyes open.

He felt you squeeze his hand first and that action alone made his breath hitch. Your eyes fluttered open seconds later, your gaze confused and dazed.

“Jason?” you whispered, your voice small and fragile, like glass. He smiled and placed his hand on your cheek.

“Hey… I’m here.” he said gently. You leaned into his touch, your eyes closing as you exhaled a soft sigh. He had the urge to kiss you then, to reassure you that he was going to be a man of his words. However, he refrained from acting impulsively and instead said, “I’ll always be here.”

Your brows furrowed and your eyes reopened once more, but this time they weren’t confused or lost. They were certain, and in them held unimaginable pain. Jason didn’t know why you were in pain, but the sight made his heart clench.

“You weren’t ‘here’ when they took me.” you breathed, your voice expressing more agony and vulnerability than words could describe. His eyes widened at your sudden statement.

“[F/N], you…”

“Yeah.” you answered the incomplete question, shifting so you could sit up. “I remember.”

“How much?” Jason found himself asking. Each word was difficult to form as he struggled to control his breathing.

“Everything. Or… at least, I think everything.” you murmured, casting your eyes down.

“I… [F/N], I…” What could he say, that he was sorry? That wasn’t enough. You deserved more than that. You deserved better than that.

“It’s okay.” you stated sincerely. “You apologized already, in the hospital. I… I forgive you.” 

Jason’s balled his free hand in anger, anger towards himself and anger towards how… how forgiving you were. How forgiving you were to an asshole like him.

“It’s not okay!” he snapped, his voice louder than intended. You flinched at the sudden change in volume. “Sorry, I… I just can’t forgive myself.” He sighed, calming down.

He sunk down onto the chair and looked at you wearily. Then the words just came tumbling out of his mouth like a landslide. “I just… I know no amount of apologies could ever make up for how much I screwed up. Fuck, how could you even stand to be in the same room as me after what I did to you?” He was on his feet again, pacing and burying his hands in his hair.

“Jason…”

“I broke my promise, I-I went back on my word and I didn’t look for you sooner because I was being a brat–”

“Jason.”

“A-And I was such a shitty friend to you because of some bitch, and lets not forget it was Roy who discovered your disappearance and Dick who found you! I didn’t even contribute–”

Jason.” 

He stopped and turned to look at you. He expected hatred and betrayal, but the look he got instead was something gentle and caring. It was an expression that reminded him of why he fell in love with you in the first place.

“I forgive you, because you’re my best friend.” you explained in the kindest, most loving voice he had ever heard. “And I can never stay mad at my best friend, no matter how much of an asshole he is.”

Jason stared at you, dumbfounded. He was speechless; your ability to forgive was uncanny–no, your ability to forgive him was uncanny.

His eyes were blurry with tears when he collapsed into your arms, your welcoming arms. He rested his head on your shoulder and allowed the tears to fall without shame. You stroked his hair affectionately, patiently waiting for him to let it all out, knowing he needed this.

“I love you.” he said quietly into your ear before he could stop himself, but he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. You needed to know. You needed to know how much you meant to him.

He felt you tense, but then you sighed and said, “I know. I love you too.”

He shook his head, raising his head so he was staring directly into your eyes. “No, I love you, as more than some friend.” His voice was wavering. “I-I love you so damn much it fucking hurts. It–it hurts so much.”

He heard your breath hitch, and soon tears began to form in your eyes. Before he could question it, or wipe them away, he was pulled into a desperate kiss.

There were many things in this world that didn’t make sense. There were many things that weren’t meant to be, that was fucked up and just downright wrong. The world was a puzzle that Jason avoided. Each decision he made, he always questioned after. But this? This felt right. It felt like the most natural thing in the world.

He felt the love and passion you held for him in the kiss and he felt tears running down his cheeks again, this time from happiness and joy. Your soft hands went up to his cheeks, fingers wiping the salty substance away.

It was difficult to pull away, but Jason knew he had to eventually. When he did, he rested his forehead against yours, smiling like an idiot.

“I love you too.” you confessed, your smile giving some sense to his world. He closed his eyes as a fresh wave of tears fell from his eyes, and you didn’t hesitate to wipe them away.

“Why are you crying?” 

“Because you love me. Me. Someone like me.” he uttered. “Someone that can’t even get his life together, someone who’s messed up and don’t deserve you.”

You brought his head close to your chest– arms wrapped around his head–and he never felt more comfort in his life. It was in your arms that he felt at home. Your gentle words soothed his mind and soul.

“If this world revolves around people getting what they deserve, none of us would be here right now.” You kissed the top of his head and Jason closed his eyes, relishing your touch. 

“Just let yourself be loved.”

And for the first time in his life, he did.

One Piece 856 - Review/Thoughts

Now I’ve been waiting for this chapter since this arc started and mostly I enjoyed it a lot… However I have some mixed feelings.

Haven’t written a review for like 10 chapters… ^^’‘‘ But I felt like I really really had to with this one! ;) I hope you enjoy my review of chapter 856 “Liar”!

SPOILERS under the cut.

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