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Think Outside the Lovesquare Day 1: Wrong Number AU

(Just a note to clarify, I elected to use bolded text to indicate Adrien’s texts and italicized text to indicate the person texting him.)

Hey, are you back in France yet?

Adrien stared down at his phone. He wasn’t entirely sure who was texting him, but he could only guess it was someone working for his father. Maybe Nathalie needed a new number and hadn’t had the chance to tell him yet. He shrugged and replied.

Just got back today. I should be home soon.

How’s work?

Adrien raised a brow. Nathalie had been with him until the last two days, so she already had a pretty clear idea on how most of the work had gone. Maybe she just wanted to know about the last shoot.

Fine. Everyone seemed pretty happy with it.

Cool. Are you free this weekend?

Adrien checked his schedule, a bit confused that Nathalie was asking him, instead of the other way around.

I should be, yeah.

After all, she’d promised him a few days off after the grueling three weeks of travel and photo shoots and media attention. His calendar was indeed free aside from a fencing lesson he’d chosen to keep.

Wanna meet up?

Now he knew something was wrong. Nathalie wouldn’t ask

Wait. Is this Nathalie?

What? No, this is Nino.

After a moment, the mystery person added on.

I sat behind you last year.

Adrien frowned. So, it wasn’t Nathalie after all. That didn’t explain who it was, however.

Sat behind me? Where?

In class. Remember?

Now it was beginning to make sense. Adrien flopped back onto his bed and stared up at the screen. It really should have been obvious. After all, Nathalie and Chloe were the only ones who texted him.

I think you have the wrong number.

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Can We Still Be Friends?

Summary: Jungkook broke things off with you awhile ago since he was getting so famous. But there isn’t a day that goes by where he doesn’t think about you, and when he finally sees you in person again, he gets hit with the love he once felt for you all over again.

Word Count: 3734

Song: Friends - Justin Bieber & BloodPop

Originally posted by jimiyoong

“A large hazelnut coffee.”

His ears perked up, and his eyes lifted from his phone. The line in front of him didn’t seem to be winding down. Maybe with his mask, hat and sunglasses, he mistaken the voice for someone else.

“Thank you.” You smiled at the barista and grabbed your coffee, with folders being held closely to your chest.

And it was a scene that came out of a movie. Jungkook looked up at the right time to make eye contact with you for a split second. It felt like an eternity, like time stopped and it was just him and you. You didn’t even know that it was him, as you kept walking by with a small smile on your face, taking a sip of your coffee.

And that’s where the familiar voice came from.

And that’s when memories came flooding back, and he wanted you back in his life.

I was wonderin’ ‘bout your mama

Did she get that job she wanted?

“Hey wait up!” You stopped walking and turned around. You weren’t sure if that voice was talking to you, or someone else. You squinted your eyes and looked beyond the crowd for someone, but no one made an appearance, so you decided to keep walking. “Y/N!” You turned around and a person with a beanie, sunglasses and a mask on was standing before you.

“I didn’t think I’d actually catch up to you.” They were breathless, they were following you all this way. But why?

“Uhm, did I forget something at the cafe?” You looked panicked, rummaging through your belongings. You had your folders, you had everything in your purse, and you of course had your coffee.

“No, I just wanted to see you.” You raised an eyebrow and choked on your coffee. Who was this person?

“Well that’s nice?” You were creeped out, this stranger knew your name and wanted to see you for some odd reason. Your phone started ringing and you went into your purse to grab it to see that it was your mom. “Hi mom!” You held up a finger to the stranger indicating that you needed a moment to take the call.

And once you hung up the phone and looked back at the stranger getting ready to say something, they spoke up. “Did your mom ever get that job she wanted?” Who was this person? How did they know something so specific about your mom?

And that’s when you put two and two together.


Sold that car that gave her problems?

I’m just curious 'bout her, honest

He took off his sunglasses and it really was him. It goes to show that you two weren’t around each other as much, and lost contact because you couldn’t even recognize his voice, or the way he walked.

But you remember why you lost contact with him, the way he broke up with you over text, and then he just dropped off the face of the earth. No matter how hard you tried to stay in touch with him, he ignored you. And no matter how hard you tried to ignore him, you couldn’t, because everywhere you turned he was there - on posters, on billboards, on TV.

And now, seeing his face right in front of you, it made you angry. You were upset about the past, how he ended something so good so easily. How he didn’t even want to stay in touch with you, even though he loved you so dearly, which turned out to be lie. How he just up and left you and never asked how you were doing when your world came crashing down.

The smile on his face faded away when you did a quick turn on your heel and started walking away from him, not wanting to deal with him. He didn’t give up that easy as he followed you, and put a hand on your arm trying to stop you.


“You have no right to ask about my mother Jungkook.” You shook off his arm and walked a little faster than before, but his long legs kept up with you.

“I just want to see how she’s doing! Like did she sell that car that was giving her problems back then?” How did he even remember that? Why was he asking about the past, he didn’t deserve an answer.

You let out a little chuckle and looked at him. “It’s funny how you ask if she’s doing okay, but you won’t ask me.”

“Okay, Y/N how are you doing?” He gave it shot, but got turned down right away.

“Fuck off Jungkook.”

And with that he finally gave up and watched you walk away.

Know you wonderin’ why I been callin’

Like I got ulterior motives

“Jungkook stop calling me!” They were the first words that came out of your mouth when you finally answered one of his calls.

“Thanks for answering.” He sounded exhausted, sad, and everything in-between.

“Why are you all of a sudden calling me Jungkook? You leave me, ignore me, and act like I never existed a year and a half ago and now you hit me up like no other.” He knew you were right which hurt him more. “If this is some booty call, you can leave me the fuck alone. You can get any girl and I’m sure any of them would be content to sleep with you.” Jungkook felt his stomach drop, and his face go pale with your words. Did you think that lowly of him? It was a dumb question to think since he left you suddenly back then. Of course you thought that lowly of him, and that’s what kills him.

“No this isn’t a booty call Y/N.” His voice was quiet, almost mute, it almost broke you.

Know we didn’t end this so good

But you know we had something so good

“I know what I did when I ended things with you wasn’t right. I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have texted you telling it was over, I shouldn’t have ignored you, I should have made sure if you were okay because if you were like me, you were dying of pain because it hurt so bad, and it still does.” You stopped him before he could continue.

“Why did you end it then Jungkook? If it still hurts a year and a half later why did you break up with me?” You heard a silence and his breathing, waiting for an answer.

“Because I didn’t have enough time for you. You deserved someone that would make you their number one priority. I couldn’t do that.”

So I’m wonderin’, can we still be friends? 

Can we still be friends? 

Doesn’t have to end 

And if it ends, can we be friends?

Can we be friends?

Can we be friends?

He let out a breath before continuing. “But when I saw you at the cafe Y/N, it confirmed that I’m not over you.” You couldn’t help but shake your head and scoff.

“Are you kidding me Jungkook?”

“No I’m not.” You rolled your eyes. This is really happening, but a year and a half late. He thinks that he can waltz back into your life after just seeing you 2 weeks ago. He thinks he can pick back up where you left off, without taking into consideration of your feelings.

“It’s not gonna happen Jungkook.”

“Well,” he stopped mid sentence, trying to think of something to say. “Can we still be friends?”

“I don’t know Jungkook.”

And you hung up the phone, setting it down on the counter with a loud slam and screaming into your hands.

Wonderin’ if you got a body

To hold you tighter since I left

“God dammit.” Jungkook balled up his fists and slammed them against the bed. He threw the covers off of him and rubbed his eyes as he walked into the dark hallway towards the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator door, and grabbed a bottle of water. Sipping away on it, he pulled out his phone from his pocket and clicked the instagram app.

He saw the picture earlier in the day, he fell asleep with the picture on his mind, and this picture woke him up from a dead sleep. He couldn’t stop thinking about it. He clicked on your profile and there it was, the black and white picture that was haunting him. Someone snapped a shot of you and some dude that Jungkook didn’t know. You were both on the the floor and you were between his legs with your back leaning against his chest as he was laughing, trying to play a videogame. Something that you and Jungkook did often, it brought back so many memories.

“Kook what are you doing?” Hoseok came out into the kitchen to see Jungkook on the ground leaning against the cabinets. Jungkook didn’t even realize that he was on the ground until he had to look up to see who was talking to him.

“I don’t know.” He got up and walked back to his bed, and when he went to plug his phone into his charger, the picture was still opened.

Wonderin’ if you think about me

Actually, don’t answer that

And it’s so cliche how things happen, but as BTS was walking into the restaurant, you were there with your new guy dressed in a long maroon dress with a slit up the leg, and your hair and makeup done perfectly. You were talking about something, and the way he stared at you - it was how every girl wanted to be looked at. His focus was only on you.

BTS got ushered to their own private room, and all Jungkook wanted to do was be placed next to you, with his eyes glued to you. You looked stunning.

Jungkook excused himself to go to the bathroom, and on his way down he bumped into none other - you. You pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and clutched your purse to your side. “Hey Jungkook.” You smiled with your greeting and he smirked. “Hey Y/N.”

“I didn’t see you walk in, who are you here with?” He noticed that you seemed happier, you weren’t as awkward with him or rude when he stopped you a few months ago on the street.

“The guys actually, we’re upstairs.” You nodded your head.

“Ah the VIP section.” And Jungkook didn’t know why, but he took that comment to the heart. The way you said it, it made him get goosebumps. The VIP section, where celebrities are supposed to be and you were dining with normal people. Something that Jungkook could never do.

“Yeah.” He let out a nervous laugh and cupped the back of his neck. “You look beau…”

“Y/N?” You both turned your heads to see who was calling your name and it was your date for the night. The guy you’ve been seeing for 4 months now. He walked up to you and place a hand on the small of your back. “Is everything alright?” You nodded your head.

“Yeah, I just bumped into Jungkook.” Your date looked at him and placed out a hand to shake with Jungkook.

“I’m Y/B/N, Y/N has told me so much about you.” He smiled and Jungkook couldn’t help but give him a half hearted smile. What exactly did you tell him? Did you tell him all the good? The bad? Both? Did you tell him how he ignored you after he broke up with you via text? He didn’t want to know.

“Pretty cool that my girlfriend dated a celebrity, and now she’s stuck with me.” You rolled your eyes at him and smacked his chest, and he placed a kiss on your temple and your eyes fluttered shut. Jungkook was uncomfortable, he was glad to see you happy, but it wasn’t with him.

“I think you’re doing just fine babe.”

Jungkook coughed and the two of you stopped your flirting and your attention went to him. “Well I’m gonna go to the bathroom.”

“We should get going actually, the bill is paid for, and the bed is calling my name.” Y/B/N said and you agreed.

“I agree.” You patted Y/B/N’s chest and turned to look at Jungkook as he was walking by you. “Well, see you Jungkook. Tell the boys I say hi.”

“Will do.” And he heard your heels clack away on the tile floor. The happiness Y/B/N brought to you was beyond something Jungkook could wish for. He couldn’t help but feel a bit selfish, because it wasn’t him bringing you happiness.

JJ: Do you ever think about me Y/N?

You stared at your phone, your hand hovering over it for what seemed like forever. How do you answer that? You re-read the message so many times that it’s the only thing you were thinking about. Right when you were about reply your phone buzzed:

JJ: Actually, don’t answer that.

Know you wonderin’ why I been callin’

Like I got ulterior motives

Know we didn’t end this so good

But you know we had something so good

“Hello?” You groggily said into the phone, your eyes weren’t even opened.

“Y/N?” And with that voice, your eyes flew open and pulled the phone away from your ear just to make sure that it was who you thought it was.

“Jungkook it’s 2:34 in the morning what do you want?”

“I can’t get you off my mind Y/N.” Words you weren’t expecting. You felt bad for him, then again you didn’t. Because there was once a time that the only person on your mind was just him.

“Jungkook just go to sleep.”

“He’s there isn’t he?”


“Your boyfriend, he’s laying next to you isn’t he?” And you turned a head a little bit to see your boyfriend sleeping soundly next to you. You swung your legs off the bed to the floor and walked out the bedroom.

“Yeah he is actually.” Jungkook sighed.

“I’m glad you found someone.”

“Thanks.” And then the silence came.

“I really miss you Y/N.”

So I’m wonderin’, can we still be friends? 

Can we still be friends?

Doesn’t have to end 

And if it ends, can we be friends?

Can we be friends?

And if it ends, can we be friends?

And as months went on, you and Jungkook stayed in touch with each other. You talked about anything, like friends. When you let him back into your life, everything felt right again. It was odd at first, since he wasn’t your boyfriend, but Jungkook as a friend was doing just fine.

Until things changed one night, when you and Y/B/N got into an argument which lead you to leaving the apartment, and walking around the city. When you opened the door to your apartment, you found suitcases getting packed, and that’s when you realized that Y/B/N was leaving you.

“This isn’t working out Y/N.” You nodded your head at his words as he picked up two suitcases and walked passed you. “I’ll get my other things tomorrow.”

Know you wonderin’ why I been callin’

Like I got ulterior motives

Know we didn’t end this so good

But you know we had something so good

*12 missed calls* It read on Jungkook’s phone. They were all from you. He scrambled out of bed, throwing on pants and pressing your name to return your calls, but all he was getting was voicemail.

“Dammit Y/N answer your fucking phone!” He said out loud to himself. He came out of his bedroom to be greeted by 6 other guys, who were confused at what he was doing.

“What’s going on?” Namjoon questioned him, throwing on a pair of shoes. They had practice at 8am this morning, and had to leave in 20 minutes. Jungkook slipped on a pair of shoes, and grabbed a sweatshirt.

“Twelve missed calls from Y/N, something isn’t right, I’m heading over there.”

“We have practice at 8 Jungkook, we’re leaving soon you don’t have time for that.” Yoongi spoke up and Jungkook turned around quickly and stared at him.

“She needs me.” And the door slammed shut.


“Y/N open up the fucking door!” He kept pounding, and you still weren’t answering. He tried calling you, but your phone died because it was going straight to voicemail. If you weren’t in your apartment, where could you be?

Jungkook’s heart was pounding when he walked inside the elevator, he was pacing. Was everything alright? Were you safe? If something bad had happened to you, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself.


You walked around the city the whole night after Y/B/N left. You didn’t prepare yourself for the autumn weather, as your nose and cheeks were red, and your hands were ice cold. You were sitting on a bench watching the sunrise, and checking your phone to see if Jungkook called back, but nothing. Typical, you were getting your hopes up while he was letting you down, and then your phone went black as it went to 0%.

You had enough time to think about the fight you had with Y/B/N. Did he see right through you and realized that you still had feelings for Jungkook, or was it really because of the fight? Or was it because you just sucked at relationships and you were meant to be alone forever? You didn’t know anymore.

You stood up from the bench, and walked away. Hoping that your next destination would work out.


“Y/N?” Jin’s confused face was replaced with concern when he saw you shivering. He grabbed your shoulders and led you inside and placed you on a kitchen chair. “You’re freezing!”

You chuckled and nodded your head. “I know that.” Taehyung came out to the kitchen with a blanket, and wrapped it around you.

“Kook isn’t here right now.” Taehyung told you.

“That’s fine, I just needed somewhere to go.”

“He actually went to see you Y/N.” Namjoon walked into the kitchen, throwing a coat on him.

“Oh.” Was all you managed to say. He wasn’t letting you down this time. “Can I actually borrow a phone charger?”

“Just go to his bed Y/N, we’ll be back later this afternoon if you want to talk to him, if not you’ll be gone by then your choice.” Namjoon said to you and with that you watched them leave heading to practice.

You walked to Jungkook’s shared room with Jimin and placed your phone on his charger while laying your head down on his pillow, and wrapping yourself up with his blankets. Missed calls and several messages came through.

JJ: Y/N is everything okay?

JJ: I’m on my way over.

JJ: Answer the door Y/N come on.

JJ: Y/N where are you?

JJ: Please tell me you’re alright Y/N.

JJ: If something bad happened to you, I don’t think I can live with myself.

JJ: Y/N please…I’m begging you.

JJ: I love you please…

Y/N: Me too.

Everything went black as sleep took over.

I’m wonderin’, can we still be friends?

Can we still be friends?

Doesn’t have to end 

And if it ends, can we be friends?

Jungkook read your cryptic message all the way back to the dorms. You too what? What were you answering to? He kicked off his shoes once he walked through the door and all the guys walked out to the living room. They knew that either you would be in his bed, or you would be at in your apartment. They didn’t share that news with Jungkook.

And when Jungkook opened his bedroom, he saw a sleeping figure taking up his bed, and when he walked closer, he realized that it was you. He bent down and cupped your cheek with his hand and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“You scared me Y/N, I thought I lost you.”

“I’ll always be here.” You said it softly and Jungkook backed away from you. “I’m sorry for scaring you.”

“What’s going on?”

“I suck at relationships I think.” You opened your eyes and pulled the covers up more, you could feel yourself getting sick. “He left.”

“Y/N…” And Jungkook climbed on the bed and laid next to you, rubbing your cheek. “You don’t suck at relationships, you’re wonderful.”

“Yeah says you.” He nodded his head, and his stomach went in knots and his heart broke a little at your words. You were right, how could you not think that you sucked at relationships when the last two boyfriends you had, left.

“I’m sorry Y/N.”

“I’m sorry for being rude, you didn’t deserve that.” You tried leaning up but felt yourself get dizzy and laid back down.

“Are you okay?”

“No, I don’t feel good.” You got back up this time and sat at the edge of the bed. You needed to leave, you didn’t want to get Jungkook sick.

“Well lay back down, let me get you some soup and water.” He stood up quick and looked at you, and you waved him off.

“No it’s fine, I need to go back, you can’t risk getting sick anyways.” Jungkook sighed and saw as you struggled standing up. He came to your side of the bed and pushed you back down and covered you up.

“I’ll get sick for you anyday Y/N.”

“Whatever you say Kook.” And Jungkook smiled like a little kid in a candy shop. Hearing you call him that after all this time made his heart skip a beat.

As he was about to leave the room you spoke up. “Oh and Kook?”


“We can’t be friends.” His head hung down and so many questions he wanted to ask but not right now with you in this state. And when he was about to respond you spoke up again. “I realized I was still in love you.”

And Jungkook jumped on the bed and placed both hands on your cheeks and kissed you passionately.

“I love you Y/N.”

anonymous asked:

Here's a sad Sonamy AU: Years later, Amy has move on from Sonic and only sees him as a close friend. While he just does his own thing, he ends up falling for her, but nobody knows this and he fakes his way through. He helps Amy and she ends up marrying, He's sad but still can pull off a smile. She asks him to dance but he despises slow dances, she offers to teach him and he gives up. Some blushy moments later and he accidently confesses his love for her. What's next is up to you. ;) (Not Boom)

(x) Thank you to @mangaanonymous for her amazing preview image! :D You are amazing! And a great friend :’)

AU Prompt:

It all started when she turned 18…

I was off doing my own thing, you know, fighting Eggman’s old butt-tastic schemes again, only to notice her face on billboards and signs a lot.

That was the first time I found out she was the ‘logo girl’ for some candy brand.

I wasn’t much into sweets, but I found myself buying some anyway. I don’t know, support her maybe?

Then she wrote a book. A pretty decent book too, I might add. I don’t really know where it started, but while reading the book, I tended to find myself buying more candy.

Amy wanted to see me a lot, but I never knew how to make time for her. I wasn’t that I couldn’t, I just didn’t know if I should…

She started seeing him around a year later…

I felt awkward being around her after that. We had one smoothie and admired an old favorite spot of ours together- One where we first hung out so many years ago.

But then… her smile started to change. She was less girly and more womanly. I didn’t like that, the change anyway. But Amy was Amy, and as long as she was happy with whatever his face was, then so be-

Then I heard he proposed.

I think that’s when I started seeing her more. I couldn’t help it. I got… jumpy? I followed her to work, talked with her down the avenue of the rich places she was staying at for some signing deals. You know, the fancy gigs where people come and want your autograph? I wasn’t sure why. How big was Amy at that point?

Then she called. I kinda was thrilled, to be honest… Tails said this was my last chance, whatever that means. She had told the guy to wait on her, that she needed to think about it… I wasn’t gonna let her think long.

She wanted to write a biography of my life. What?

I thought you were gonna confess you’re undying devotion to me… I didn’t want to sound arrogant, but I guess I did. I was expecting her to want me back or something.

That whole interview, I was… well… salty.

I crossed my arms, my legs, even my teeth crossed the other in agitation at her strictly focusing on the details of my life.

Then it hit me.

“..Um.. this is where I come into your life… isn’t it?”

It was almost sweet the way she paused.

My eyes widened, and I straightened up, looking up as I began to think it through. “Oh, yeah..” I had no idea where we were in the conversation, too fixated on the picture of her and this new guy she’d been seeing. “I guess it was.”

“Ehem.” she fidgeted, moving her tight pencil skirt to the side along with her long legs over like a professional. What happened to her acting like a princess?

“I.. I would understand if you don’t want to answer this.”

“I’ll answer it.” I really wanted too.

“Do.. excuse me, but-”

“Not so formal, Amy. Geez.” I slightly mocked her, starting to relax more.

This was my last chance.

Tails’s words never rang so profoundly deep in me before, but I was trying to relax back in the chair, play it off that I wasn’t nervous.

“Well,… could you recount that time? What impact my friendship had on your life?”

That night I was tossing and turning, hitting barks of trees and scaring little critters from their homes. I couldn’t help it. I knew I blew it. I acted cool. I tried to be smooth- but the second I tried to go deeper… tell her how I was feeling about then to now… I just choked.

I… I let her go.

She was married the following May. What’s with May? Spring is always a good time for anything, but she had constantly- no, BEGGED me for a June wedding. Something about June making you a bride forever or something.

Did she not want to be a bride forever now?

Now I can’t help but smile at her picture on streets or postboards. Can’t help but grin at seeing her in her first movie. Can’t but let the sweet sorrow sink in when I see a robot wielding a hammer and know that Eggman misses her a bit too, in his own way.

Knuckles constantly says he misses her energy, that it’s too quiet now that she never visits him or the chao with picnics. I remember spontaneous picnics… Amy would try to hand feed me, and it always made me uncomfortable. But for some reason, I wouldn’t mind her hand lifting up with her mouth slightly dropping in hopes I would let her do something for me. That makes a sad smile too.

Or when Tails mentions Amy hasn’t spoken to him for a while, but he still gets a new book edition free from her agency. He told me the romantic scenes made him laugh, cause he knew she still pined for me. I didn’t know if he said that to trigger me out of my fake persona or was trying to make me feel better, knowing I would fake-it-till-I-made-it everytime someone mentioned her name.

What really bites is that I can’t seem to help but want to run out and still fight for her.

But what’s left to fight for? That rich dude’s got spontaneous picnics, hugs, affection 24/7. He’s living a life with what most would suggest is the perfect wife. But the second a news channel mentioned a possible baby I smashed Tails’s t.v… I never really knew why I spin-dashed so hard into it.

Tails says it could be that I don’t want it to be permanent. And a baby would mean Amy isn’t coming back to me. To me?

I just wanted Amy back. Whether this was love or not, I wondered if I should have bought that first candy. I wonder if it would have made a difference to tear down all the billboards, all the posters, smack any man that looked at her funny from the signs, but that really would be crazy.

I wondered if I was going crazy…

Missing Amy Rose…

I missed her so much.

It’s like that feeling when something in your life goes off course, makes you stumble, almost unable to fully remain calm anymore. A nagging in the back of your mind that things could be better if you had that one thing…

Tails says If there is a baby, I needed to really step away.

Tails says a lot of things.

Can you really miss someone so much that your dreams start replaying the past?

But I acted differently in my dreams. I held her back. I put my arm around her more. I was confident when alone, and strode with a proud look of certainty when she came running for me… and I went to her.

I hated sleeping.

That wasn’t normal.

Hehe, who knew, eh?

The one girl that was always a no-brainer, a dead give away, would end up falling out of orbit and running off to do her own thing… and leave me behind.

Destiny, she called it.

Was that what this was? I felt guilty for some reason. And… strangely upset.

I tried to not go into town anymore, Eggman said I needed to chin-up, whatever that means. But it worried me that he could tell something was off with me too…

Maybe it was the lack of sleep.

Then I get a call from Vanilla, telling me Amy has invited everyone to a big ball event for some red carpet treat.

How big was Amy again?

Her husba-…ugh.

Her dude friend was paying all expenses, and apparently, leaving for some hotshot gig somewhere fancy.

Amy wanted me to come.

I came.

With the most itchiest and tight suit that Tails could find for me. Rented. Of course, it was rented. I wasn’t gonna take any money from Mr. Fancypants, that’s for sure.

Then I saw her.

Beneath the sweat from my new clothes, and the warmth of the lights, the intoxicating aroma of high-society, Amy walked in with a bright pink dress, sparkly and addicting.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her and mentally cursed for myself for not being able to.

Amy was a woman now, years had gone by and she had transformed herself into something jaw-dropping. But my mouth remained shut as Fort Knox.


I gazed at her while I strode aimlessly through the crowd of dancers.


She would float along the crowd, a beautiful smile, but not her true smile, I knew better. She was wearing her ‘enjoying but mellow about it’ smile… not my favorite, but a pleasant one at most.

Her eyes were bright with the glasses of drinks all toasting up around her, teeth as white as snow, and her dress flaring up at the ends as she pranced up to her friends and would gently touch their arms in welcome.

Then she turned to see me, and the world shut us out.

Sounds were cut from their strings.

Time halted and stepped back to let her through.

I even saw light pause to admire her before trailing on in its course.

My dreams were flooding the gates of my emerald eyes, and memories of a small, pretty young girl jumping into my arms flinched an impulse to catch her before she fell.

But she wasn’t running to embrace me.

Not this time…


Her voice!

Good heaven! Did she swallow an angel’s music box!?

What happened to squeaky and high-pitched?

Chaos, help me. I thought the movies exaggerated it.

It was deeper, fully matured, and rolled with a tumble that caught the ears of men into an endless loop as it repeated slower and slower in their minds…

“I’m so happy you finally made it!” she grinned, there it was… a smile I’d missed so much. But it faded when I didn’t reply fast enough.

Did she take my silence the wrong way?

“I-um…” to be honest, I didn’t know what to say.

I dream of you! I don’t buy your candy anymore! Or your books!

That wasn’t really what you should say in moments like these…


I already lost my last chance.

I looked away then, I hadn’t fully realized till she was standing right in front of me but…

I had lost everything.

Even my fame was fleeting.

She looked longingly sorrowful to me, as if worried before she turned to the music and instinctively smiled, getting a crazy idea.

That was the face anyway… for crazy ideas…

“Come dance with me!” she giggled, though, with a voice like that, it sounded flirtatious.

She wouldn’t be flirting with me anymore…

She swayed her body back and forth, before extending her arm out, pressuring me on.

I stared… wanting too.

“I don’t do slow dances.” but I only folded my arms when another thought came to mind. “And besides… You’re a married woman now.”

“He knows I’m asking you to dance right now,” she stated, her head held high. “I told him specifically that at the stroke of midnight, the second slow dance, I was going to the dance with you.”

I didn’t know how to take this.

But my eyes shot down to her hands and my arms immediately unfolded.

“Just one?” I couldn’t believe what was happening…

“Em-hmm.” She nodded, pursing her lips in.

I took her hand,… and she led me to the dancing peacocks all in their colorful and silly arrays.

I felt awkward, but this meant I could…

I could hold her again.

We did dance, although with great difficulty as I knew nothing of dancing this waltz nonsense. But it was fun to twirl her, fun to hear her laughter again, and even better when she got dizzy and had to sit down once I picked up the dance move better.

“Haha! I figured I had to lead for a while but you pick up fast! haha!” We escaped to the balcony for fresh air.

I was enthralled. Not only was the fresh, cool air of the night now loosening my constricted muscles and lungs, but I had my old self back.

Amy just made me feel younger, I guess. More myself. My real heroic self again.

I wanted to do something crazy and stupid, tell her to come away with me, fly off into the night while I stole Knuckles’s emeralds, one more adventure.. just one more…

But I realized that wasn’t enough, I wanted more, and I wanted her to know what I was feeling.

Then, as I pivoted to say something stupid in the moment, I saw her grip her head.. and then her stomach.

My entire flighty being was silently resolved. My foolish, youthful smile faded. The red in my cheeks from the heat of the party was now cooled with the air of reality.

I looked away, “Sorry… I didn’t realize… I should have been more careful.”

“Huh?” She looked up, as if unsure of what I was referring too.

“…I mean, it’s been a while..” I kicked the sleek balcony floor beneath me, not wanting to talk about this further. “Congratulations… Amy.” I looked out spitefully into the darkness.

That’s when her smile faded and she stood up. “I’m not pregnant,” she concluded.

My head bounced on my shoulders, eyebrows rising.

“…We… we tried but…” she looked away, “I don’t think he can medically… I would have to use other means and… And I’m scared of that.” Amy held her sides with her arms, and I suddenly scolded myself for letting newscasters get the better of me.

“You’re not..?” I turned around, it was more tender than I wanted it to be, but she seemed thankful of that.

She shook her head to me, “No. I’m not.”

“…Ever?” I moved a little closer… something sparked. My face burned again, my arms twitched for her, and I couldn’t help but breath and think fast.

She seemed a little uncertain by my response and looked down and away. “Not by natural means… I don’t think so. He can’t. Anyway…”

I got excited! I couldn’t tell why!

“Amy!” my body moved on its own, right up next to her, my hands only seconds away from being able to hold her again… this time… maybe for longer.

“I… The answer! The real answer is-!”


“I-!!! That first time… you entered my life, I-!”

I … I had too.

“I was conflicted!” I gripped my chest, my heart was out of control. Something about this all seemed plausible, like Destiny was still on our side, although… I wasn’t sure if Amy saw it that way anymore or not.

“Becuase I didn’t know what it meant. I liked you, but I didn’t feel anything for you. Then I met you again and again. You caught me in your killer-hugs and chased me no matter where I went! I… I fell for that… Amy… and I felt betrayed when you left me for him.”

I ducked my head, eyes turning to coal, and mouth being locked in my swallow.

Her eyes shook, and I knew what I did was wrong.

“…Left you?” she gasped out.

I turned away, “Sorry. Forgive me. I didn’t mean to-”

She grabbed my hand, “You left first! You never were around anymore! I got so popular, thinking you would like someone who had the same fame as you. Someone who was a woman, not a child! I thought that I could all these things, make you notice me, forced to see me everywhere you went! You still never came… you still didn’t seem to care… so I … I found someone. I wanted you to tell me to stay, not to get married, not to be famous anymore! But you were happy… you said you were happy for me!”

I stopped her, gripping her arm and pulling myself towards her. “I never… said that.” My eyes showed the serious sincerity of that.

She started to tear up, dropping a little as her knees seemed to be giving out.

“You… You never said anything against it!”

“I never said anything at all!”


“Because I thought you wanted to live this way! You wanted to be rid of me! Of the way I lived my life!”

We both were a mess, falling to the ground and holding one another. Amy sobbed while I scanned the skies.

How could a miscommunication get this bad?

“…Do you love him?”

She gripped my shoulder and nodded as she squinted her eyes as shut as she could manage.

“…Do you still love me?”

She wept loudly.

The divorce never happened.

Because Amy’s husband never came back.

There was an accident and Amy was left with no explanation to why the limo driver pulled him off at a drug dealer’s mafia site.

Amy remarried though.

She had a couple of kids.

Never seemed to complain.

And honestly?

Neither did I.


Pairing: Nalu

Rating: K+

Summary: In a world where meeting your Soulmate is what brings colour to your world (quite literally), Lucy is an anomaly. She is very much in love, and very content, but can see only in greys.  That is, until someone else does colour her world. A Nalu not-quite-a-Soulmate-AU Soulmate AU one-shot.

Genre: Romance, hurt and comfort

Notes: A.k.a where I continue indulging in my guilty pleasure of messing around with popular tropes. A super big shoutout to @x-benihime for her support and all her Post Its (I’m keeping ‘em)

‘The sky was a wonderful azure, one as clear as her beautiful auburn orbs.’

Lucy stifled the need to roll her eyes. Again. 

What did azure or auburn translate to anyway?

After pausing a beat, she quickly stole a glance of the sky outside the window of the train she was in, before mentally telling herself off for actually checking. 

It had been as it always had - a nice, light, calming grey. She hadn’t met her supposed “Soulmate” yet, after all. 

Not that she really cared. 

Lucy smiled softly at that thought. She didn’t really care, because she was in love anyway. And while she couldn’t see greens and yellows, he had brought colour to her life in every other way that mattered.

She was in love, and she was loved back. 

‘Natsu,' she mused, absently toying with the fairy shaped locket around her neck. 

Their first meeting was rather unceremonious. They were classmates in college, and that had been the only thing they had in common. They were in different groups of friends, different clubs, even had different ideas of what was fun. 

They had absolutely no reason to actually meet. 

And so they didn’t – not really. 

Not until they found themselves landing the same internship. She to report, him as the cameraman - the both of them began bonding over their cranky boss and a shared determination to tell stories, and tell them well. 

She began packing him lunches when he couldn’t afford food from the canteen.

He would ensure he dropped her home on particularly late nights. 

Before they knew it, they were best friends. 

She knew his tastes, could predict his change in mood and was the only other person his pet cat Happy got along with. 

He knew her routine, her favourite books and just how she liked her coffee depending on the time of day.

They quit the internship together, helped find each other new jobs.

She was there for him when news of his missing father having passed away reached him.

He was the person who helped her run away from her abusive home. 

Moving in together seemed natural - as very platonic roommates of course. 

Though somewhere in all the making and cleaning messes, playing with Happy, cooking together, tucking each other in bed and winter-time cuddles, their feelings changed, evolved. Platonic didn’t fit anymore.

One night, sitting on their balcony and under the stars they realised why. 

“I think I love you,” he had said, as soon as the thought occurred to him.

The clarity those words brought was everything Lucy’s heart had been searching for. She thanked him for it with their first kiss.

It wasn’t short, nor very gentle. And when they parted – only for need of air – Lucy found herself lost in his wide eyes. 

Wondering just what colour they really were. 

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anonymous asked:

What type of locations do you enjoy most in Video Games? Castles? Forests?

Modern colorful urban locations like anything from the Sega Dreamcast. Especially if they have fake billboards, logos, movie posters, or products.

Locations based on Cartoons

Also areas where you’re tiny character are a lot of fun to me

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“Good evening Princess!“  Chat Noir’s voice announced his arrival just before he landed on her railing.  Quickly taking note of Marinette’s scowl, he stepped down and looked at the sketch pad.  "Oh dear.  Designing evening not going so well?”

She dragged her pencil tip heavily through all the brainstormed designs in rejection.  "Ugh.  No. These are all awful.“

He caught her hand before she could turn the page.  "What’s wrong with this one?”  He tapped on a doodle in the upper right corner of the page.

She screwed up her face a little and sighed.  "Technically nothing.“  Her fingertip outlined the sketch as she explained it.  "It’s a simple suit, designed to appeal to young men for nice events that aren’t quite formal.”

“Date suit,” he said.  "I like it.  I’d wear it.“

She snorted.  "The biggest problem with that one is that I have no one to model it.  At least not until summer’s over.  And I don’t want to wait that long.  I have so much work to do to get my portfolio diversified.”

“All your friends go backpacking across Spain or something?” he asked, leaning his hip against the table and crossing his arms comfortably.

“Some of them have.”  A number of her classmates, Nino included, were starting their gap year with that very hike.  "And the ones who haven’t wouldn’t really bring it to life in photo format.  They’re too shy, or too obnoxious…"

“I thought you were friends with that Agreste guy,” Chat interrupted.  "Can’t you ask him?“

"Adrien?”  She shook her head quickly.

“Not that good a friend?” he asked, sounding a little sad.

“Oh, no.  I could totally ask him, and I’m sure he’d be super nice about it,” she explained.  "But I couldn’t do that to him.“  She sighed.  "I don’t think he really enjoys modeling that much, for all that he’s incredibly good at it.  He’s so busy this summer, and he’s probably under some sort of exclusive contract that would make it… hard.”  She shook her head again.  "I know he’d want to help me, but I’d hate to make things more difficult for him.“

Chat stared at her for a moment, his expression thoughtful.  "Can I volunteer?”

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I think the reason Strange Magic flopped was because. 1. It didn’t have enough marketing (most movies have posters and billboards and different trailers. Before this movie came out I literally saw none of those two things which is why I didn’t know about it till now) 1. The movie basically had no toys or merchandise ! (You may be wondering why this is important but for a kids movie this is a HUGE deal, making toys make kids more attracted to it and want to see it or buy it more. Now with books parents won’t be able to buy little cute books for there kids to read and there won’t even be extra content. Also the fact there wasn’t even any merchandise, that I have seen, like backpacks or notebooks) Even so I might be wrong but I really really love this movie and I hope one day (more likely) it becomes a comic/ book or TV show.

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anonymous asked:

Ahh yay asks are open!! Could I pls request a scenario with daddy!Kacchan and his s/o who have a young daughter that has Kacchan's exact personality so she is always causing trouble for them? thanks <3

I had a lot of fun typing this out! Just imagining Daddy!Kacchan makes me swoon…. like just imagine him older, so tall and much more built and ughhhh he’s so beautiful (*≧∀≦*)

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Bakugo, Katsuki (Daddy!Kacchan)

“Get off my case old man!” Kana snapped, shrugging off her father’s grip against her shoulder. She pushed passed the tall man and went straight to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her in the process. Everything down to her personality was the spitting imaging of her Pro Hero father, King Explodo. Spiky blonde hair with fiery eyes to match the sharp attitude and as the years pass, she has grown into the same passionate stubborn young teenager he was back in his day. This spitting image of Bakugo, Katsuki also had his track record of destroying things, the same vulgar mouth and his horribly inflated ego. Kirishima who was still close friends with this girl’s father let him in on all the trouble she got herself into at U.A. There were no secrets in this family. 

“DON’T SLAM DOORS IN MY GODDAMN HOUSE!” Bakugo screamed back standing in the hallway, his tightly clenched fists shaking from all the anger he was trying to keep within himself. He knew he would be cursed to have a child who acted like himself, it was pay back for all the years he mistreated his own parents. Even his mom told him so. “Fuck my life…. she’s making me age faster….” he murmured, one of his hands going up to pinch the bridge of his nose roughly, sighing out loudly.

His wife giggled behind him while she patted against his broad back, “she’s at her rebellious stage… you had and still have one too. I know she’s a lot to handle sometimes…. but so were you honey.”

“Why can’t she be two again? Or be like her damn brother.” Bakugo groaned turning to face his wife with a large pout. A small coo caught his attention and he looked down to the bundle in his wife’s arms. He gently caressed the tiny bald head of their newest addition to the Bakugo family with a small smirk, this child looked like his wife and not him.

“He’s barely a month… of course he’s not getting on your nerves yet,” Mrs. Bakugo added, “Don’t be angry with Kana….she was an only child for so long… I think she’s scared Kasumi will take all of the attention away from her…. you know the two of you always had a close bond, go talk to her a little…. try not to piss her off this time though.”

Knocking on the door, Bakugo waited for an answer before entering Kana’s room but his knocks went unanswered irritating him instantly. “I’m coming i—-!!!” The second he opened his daughter’s room he was met with a pillow slammed against his face, both his fists steaming from his anger. He chanted calming words in his mind, the only way he could control his anger around his kids, otherwise their house wouldn’t be standing any longer. ‘Stay calm! Stay calm! This is your kid! Your Kid!!’

“Get out!” the tiny girl screamed, hiding under her blanket and Bakugo melted, his anger cooled down and he felt a smirk start to rise on his cheeks. She was so determined not to be seen, it was ridiculous. He remembered he did this exact thing to his parents.



“I’m sorry.”


“I’m sorry…… You have been lonely right?” Bakugo began, walking over to the girl’s bed and sat at the edge, his crimson irises looking around her room. It was always odd to see himself on posters and billboards, even weirder when he was made into cheap action figures sold around the world but seeing his merchandise plastered all over his daughter’s room made him feel warm inside. She was always his biggest fan. “Your mother and I have been spending a lot of time with your little brother… I know…. but we don’t love you any less, dumbie.”

He paused, his glance now on the little bump under the covers that stayed silent, “I know it’s rough…. and changing is hard…. but you know, you’ll be protecting him right. Like a real hero.” and this caught Kana’s attention, he knew so because she poked her head out from under the covers.

“You going soft on me now old man? That was just cheesy as hell… gross…” she murmured, her cheeks a slight tint of red. His words moved the little girl but she wouldn’t admit that to him. “…. I am the best kid dammit…. why’d you have to knock up that hag again….”

“Watch your goddamn mouth!”

“What did you say to me!? Get out old man! Out! Out! Out!”

“THAT’S IT!” Bakugo grabbed his small daughter and threw her over his shoulder, she screamed, kicking and punching to get out of his grasps. Bakugo’s furrowed brows twitched harshly as her quirk started to spark within her palms, of course she would inherit his incredible quirk. She blasted a few explosions as he forced the girl from her own room and back to the living room with her mother. “What did we say about using your quirk inside the damn house?! You want to get punished huh!?”

“Now Kana…. calm down….. please don’t wake up your brother… Mama wants to get some sleep tonight.”

SHAAADDAP!!” the little girl scream, a series of explosions erupting from her tiny palms and just like her mother had warned, the tiny Kasumi began to scream along with his sister. Both the older Bakugo’s ripping out their hair.



IT WAS BOTH OF YOU——!! NOW SHUT IT!” When mama Bakugo was the one to scream, both Bakugo and Kana fell silent, scared of the dark shadow that consumed the woman. They messed up big time and pissed off mama! She was tired, irritated and wanted to nap but no one in her family was going to let that happen, not unless she made it happen. “Now…. Mama’s going to get some rest…. Daddy take the baby, Kana—” she paused to hand over the fussy baby to the shaken husband’s free hand and then turned to grip the girl by her cheeks, forcing her daughter to stare into her dark threatening smile. “You. Must. Behave…… Or else.

There was a reason Bakugo married and had his children with this woman, she could easily tame the King of Explosions, his tiny explosive kids were nothing different. 

BBC: A strange encounter with St. Vincent

By Mark Savage
BBC Music Reporter

3 October 2017

“Are you ready for this?”

St Vincent’s press officer is making small talk ahead of our interview, on a scorching hot summer’s day in London.

“Sure,” I reply. I’ve listened to her new album. I’ve made copious notes. I’ve jotted down about two dozen questions.

“No, but are you ready for this?” he asks.

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“Oh, you’ll see.”

Sounds ominous…

A few minutes later, a cloaked woman appears and, without speaking, leads me by the hand into the street, through a fire escape and into a bare concrete room.

She gestures to a billboard-sized poster of St Vincent, which has a non-disclosure agreement at the bottom. I sign it in pink felt tip, and am led to a prefabricated wooden cube. The monk woman unbolts a door, barely big enough for a medium-sized Labrador, and I stoop through.

Inside, the walls are bright pink. There are two pink standard lamps, with pink light bulbs, placed in opposite corners. And there, sitting at a cheap wooden table, is St Vincent, playing ambient guitar music through her iPhone.

Her hair is, I think, painted blue and cut in a close bob. She makes unwavering eye contact as we shake hands and the door is shut (locked?) behind me.

“Wait til the paint fumes get to you,” she deadpans. “It’ll be really awesome.”

As she describes the room - “it’s like a psychedelic womb” - the 34-year-old sips a drink through a bendy straw that’s been moulded into the word “No”.

“That’s in case there’s a yes or no question. We can just save time.”

This, I suspect, will not be your average interview.

St Vincent is here, ostensibly, to promote her new album MASSEDUCTION (that’s “mass seduction”, not “mass education”). It’s the follow-up to 2014’s St Vincent, an expectation-defying art-pop record that cemented Texas-born Annie Clark as one of her generation’s greatest guitarists.

If anything, the new record is even better - pitching wildly between jittery electronics and despondent ballads as Clark exposes her feelings on sex, drugs and sadness.

“It’s an incredibly sad album,” she says.

“Quite manic and painful.

“I listen to it, and some points of the album are so sad it makes me laugh. It’s just so tragic. But that’s human life.”

The first single, New York, is a disarmingly simple ode to lost love.

“New York isn’t New York without you, love,” she sings over lonely piano chords, with the pulsing heartbeat of the city submerged deep within the mix.

“It’s a kind of dance song that you listen to in your bed and cry,” she says.

New York is one of several break-up songs on the album. It’s safe to assume they’re about Cara Delevingne, the elaborately-eyebrowed supermodel she dated for 18 months until last September - but Clark isn’t going into specifics.

“Songs are Rorschach tests,” she deflects, referring to the inkblot psychological tests.

“The interpretation of the song, or the feeling of the song, has more to do with the listener than it does with my intention and I’m fine with that.

"But that song’s a love letter to New York, certainly, and to me it’s a composite of so many people and so many experiences in New York.”

The album also continues the saga of Johnny, who first appeared on St Vincent’s debut album, Marry Me. Back then, she pleaded to be his partner, singing, “Let’s do what Mary and Joseph did / Without the kid”.

By her fourth record, though, they were distant and estranged, as he embraced New York’s party scene. In the latest instalment, Johnny is dependent on drugs and living on the street. When Clark crosses his path, he accuses her of abandoning him.

“What happened to blood. Our family?” he hisses. “Annie, how could you do this to me?”

It’s heartbreaking, and savagely self-critical - but Clark won’t say whether it’s based on a real person.

“Everybody’s real and everybody’s a composite,” she replies.

It seems evasive. It is evasive. But the singer is a thoughtful, considerate interviewee. She seems to taste the questions, chewing them over before answering. Her responses are precise, but never abrupt.

So why, then, are we talking inside a bright pink Tardis?

The point, Clark explains, is to put both of us “in uncomfortable positions”.

“You’ve done a million interviews. I’ve done a million interviews. There’s only so many times you can repeat your Wikipedia page to someone.

"So what happens if we shake that up? Maybe you and I react differently, and that’s interesting.”

What actually happens is that we spend 15 minutes talking about the process of being interviewed.

She winces as she recalls a journalist quizzing her on the time she played New York while dressed as a toilet.

“I had just made a horror movie,” she says, referencing her short film Birthday Party, “and this was a costume from it”.

“Then I had an interviewer say to me, ‘Was that some Freudian display, as if you feel you’ve been pissed upon?’

"I was like, ‘Wow, that says a whole lot more about you than it does about me.’”

Principally, though, she’s bored of being asked the same old questions.

“I’ll give you an example!” she says, grabbing her phone and scrolling through a series of about 30 voice memos.

“I get asked to justify my existence as a woman in music all the time, so here is an example of something I might say.”

She clicks play and sits back in her chair, arms crossed. Her voice, in a bored monotone, emits from the speaker.

“Being a woman in music means being asked about being a woman in music. And when you ask me a question about being a woman in music, what you’re really doing is presenting me with two very tired narratives, and asking me to choose one of them.

"The first one goes like this: I am a victim, and now is the time to list, in great detail, my many grievances in order to assert my place in the hierarchy of victimhood.

"Or you’re asking me to defend now, in words, as if my work wasn’t enough, why I deserve a spot at the table.

"I refuse to participate in either narrative.”

Her protest duly noted, we proceed to safer ground.

Clark notes that her new album was finished exactly 10 years after her debut was released, and marvels that she’s made it this far.

“I’ve been happy every place that I’ve been - and every place that I’ve been, I felt like I had made it. Even when I was playing pizza parlours, or clubs in London for six people - three of whom were listening - I was like, 'I’m playing in London!’

"So for me, it’s been a constant, irrepressible desire to make things.”

Making this album with Jack Antonoff (Taylor Swift, Lorde), she employed the absurdist tactics of her idols David Bowie and David Byrne, placing “motivational phrases” on the music stand as she sang.

One, shared on Instagram last year, simply read “dead meat.”

“Sometimes, when you’re doing vocal takes you have a pad and pencil there so you can make notes, and I’d subconsciously written 'Dead Meat’. It just made me laugh that that was whatever was coming out of my brain at that time.”

Her Freudian scribbling had no impact on the song, though. “Self laceration is just another form of ego. It doesn’t really help,” she insists.

“I’ve learned that the hard way. Trust me, it’s not that usable. You really have to get out of your own way, especially when singing.”

And that, it transpires, is what really motivates her - the “meditative state” she achieves while making music.

“I need it. And I realise I need it when I haven’t done it for a while and I feel very agitated.

"You know, it’s like some people get really frustrated and angry and they’re like, 'Oh, I need to have an orgasm!’. And then you do that and you feel so much better. It’s just that easy.”

At that moment, the cloaked woman knocks at the door and our time is up.

“Thank you very much, it was a pleasure to meet you,” says Clark.

“You too,” I reply, expressing relief that I didn’t trigger any of her “stock answers”.

“You’ve done well!” she laughs.

“You passed! Bye!”

St Vincent’s album, MASSEDUCTION is released on 13 October.

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I want that Soulmate AU where everyones born colorblind until they see their soulmates eyes, then gradually they become able to see color.
Now imagine little Marinette seeing Adrien’s bright green eyes on TV or a billboard poster and realizing her soulmate was famous.
And Adrien, when he first becomes Chat Noir and sees that Ladybug’s eyes are blindingly blue.
Now imagine Adrien asking Ladybug about soulmates and becoming disheartened that she has been seeing in color for years.
And Marinette becoming excited that Adrien, THE Adrien Agreste, was her classmate, only to learn he’s started seeing color just a little before he started attending school.

Why Shadowhunters will get a season 3, despite the rumors

I’ve seen people claiming that Freeform is gonna cancel Shadowhunters everywhere on Twitter, for the only reason that the network already announced that their new show Beyond got renewed for a season 2, and Shadowhunters did not get such announcement yet. But rest assured, that is not because they plan on canceling. ‘Beyond’ released the entire first season on the night of its premiere date. So everyone who liked the first episode could binge watch via the Freeform app. Since the fans of the new show and have already watched the entire season online, the network announced the renewal a week later. Makes sense, right?

Now, Shadowhunters is the second most viewed show on Freeform, the first being veteran Pretty Little Liars, which is also on its final season I believe. Once PLL is over, Shadowhunters will be the network’s most popular and most watched show. And Freeform goes to great lengths to promote it. There are so many posters and billboards in the streets. Comic Con. We even got a Snapchat filter to promote season 2. It would be a very bad move for a network to cancel its n.1 product, especially after all these smart, clever marketing moves. Which we can proudly say worked, since season 2 is having so many more viewers than season 1. But I’ll give you more reasons why season 3 hasn’t been officially announced yet. 

Shadowhunters season 2 will have 20 episodes, as opposed to season one’s 13. Freeform is not going to announce the renewal when we still have 18 episodes to go. Last year, they didn’t officially announce the renewal for season 2 until March, with the season finale airing on April 5. We are now at least 20 weeks away from the end of the season, if we can assume there’s gonna be even a small break between season 2A and 2B. And it’s pretty safe to assume there is going to be a break, since episode 2x11 was just being written a couple of days ago, and we don’t know when filming for 2B will start. We know that 2x09 will air on February 27. I would say that from that week on, it would be safe for Freeform to announce the renewal. 

Still not convinced? Apart from being nominated for a People’s Choice Award, which is obviously something not every show gets, Shadowhunters was the most engaging new show on social media last year, and it seems that we are claiming the same record this year in the biggest category of all returning tv shows. This means that we give visibility to the network, allowing them to promote less popular and/or new shows (like they did with Stitchers last year, and with Beyond this year). 

Besides, the writers have been teasing us with little spoilers from season 3 for weeks now (like the introduction of Helen Blackthorn), which proves that they have already outlined the plot of the season because they know that the show is not going to be cancelled. 

Don’t panic. All we gotta do is keep watching.Tell your friends to start watching. Remind them to tune in every Monday. Write positive reviews. Rate Shadowhunters 5 stars on Netflix and Hulu. And just continue being active on social media, using the hashtag #Shadowhunters on Twitter, Facebook, Tumblr, and Instagram, and livetweet using #ShadowhuntersChat, which we have trended worldwide for the past two Mondays now. 

If we keep being the awesome fandom that we’ve been since day 0, there is no doubt that season 3 will be made, and it will be amazing.

Liar Liar Pants on Fire

Paring: Loki/Reader

Tags: female reader, superpowers, angst and a happy ending.

Summary: Reader has an ability which makes everyone transparent with their wills and wishes for good and bad. It’s quite the bane of her existence when she meets the God of Lies…

Word Count: 1,647

Posting Date:  2016-09-11

Current Date: 2017-05-23

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

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Rebrand the World!

I read an article about how fantastic it is that Steven Spielberg was brought on to direct “Ready Player One” because he was the only person who could unite the world’s most powerful brands, allowing the characters to talk about popular media and make cultural references and, you know… speak like modern human beings.

(Artwork above by Noah Whippie)

If you don’t have Spielberg’s clout and money, making a film seems like a legal minefield.  In a world where corporations own trademarks on things like architecture, public landmarks, and words, what does one do when shooting a post apocalyptic movie set in Los Angeles; a city that marketing barfed all over?

The Answer: Rebrand the World!

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Paris is banning any 'sexist and discriminatory' adverts from the city
Sexist or discriminatory adverts have been banned from the French capital to stop “degrading” representations of men and women, homophobia and racism.

The Council of Paris has approved new measures requiring advertisers paying for space on billboards and posters around the city to ensure that “no advertising of a sexist or discriminatory nature can be spread on the municipal display network”.

Anne Hidalgo, the mayor of Paris, praised similar work already undertaken in Geneva and London, where Sadiq Khan has ordered transport authorities to prevent “body-shaming” posters being put up.

“Paris is leading the way in deciding to use all means at its disposal to prevent the dissemination, promotion and validation of degrading images,” she added.

Ms Hidalgo said the measure aimed to help combat gender stereotypes and violence against women.

“The consequences of these degrading representations have an important impact on women, especially young women,” said deputy mayor Hélène Bidard, expressing hope that the ban in Paris would spread through France to fight “everyday sexism”.