book two was when i fell in love with you

I was tagged by taketotheskyflyawayy.

Rules: Answer these questions and tag 10 people. Have fun!

1. Your favorite song EVER and why? Under The Sea or Hakuna Matata. Because those are the very first Disney songs that got stuck in my head when I was a kid and are probably part of the foundation of when I met and fell in love with Disney movies.

2. Your favorite Little Mix member and why? I don’t even know what Little Mix is.

3. A tv show, a book and/or a movie you’d highly recommend?

TV Show: Class of the Titans. A Canadian animated television series that aired on 2005. I got nostalgic and re-watched the only two seasons it has in the past 5 days. It so does deserve more episodes! Oh, and one of the things I love the most of this show is that it is based on Greek Mythology myths and incorporates Greek Gods and plenty of mythological characters and creatures. The show is funny, entertaining, and very clever. Along with Disney classics and DC Comics, Greek Mythology is a passion of mine. I also would like to take the opportunity to recommend the even older cartoon Mythic Warriors: Guardians of the Legend. One of my favorites TV shows growing up.

Book: Beauty and the Beast: Lost in a Book by Jennifer Donnelly. Ask my brother and he will tell you that aside from Greek Mythology books, Lost in a Book is the only book that has captured my whole attention. I still haven’t even finished A Frozen Heart and I’ve had it for over two years. It was interesting on the first few chapters, but it got quite sloppy fast. I’m still waiting to someday pick it up and finish it. Lost in a Book has got me picturing every scene in my head and even got me into wanting to draw again. It has inspired so many things I thought lost in me. It is a great book and story and I really would love for Disney to make it a movie. It sure deserves it.

Movie: Beauty and the Beast (2017) Enough said.

4. Your best quality? I’m terrible at thinking of my best quality tbh. Most of the time I bring myself down but I find a way or another to calm me or cheer me up. Maybe that’s my best quality? I don’t know.

5. Your best childhood memory? Many. Most of them include my closest family members.

6. Something you’d like to achieve but haven’t yet? I don’t want to mention anything because it only frustrates me.

7. Who’s your favorite person in the whole world? I can’t pick and I don’t want to either.

8. What annoys you the most? My bosses.

9. Your favorite animal? Dogs, cats (that includes tigers and lions), wolves and horses. Also dragons, phoenix and Cerberus.

10. What do you love and hate the most about tumblr (in general)?

Love: Almost anything I can find about my favorite cartoons and anime (mostly those I watched as a kid), movies and TV shows.

Hate: People who start hateful arguments about any stupid little thing they don’t like. People who harass, bully, and/or shame others because they don’t think alike. Ignorants who can’t let go and/or don’t care to respect and let there be other people’s different choices and opinions.

Taggin: @maryjacksons, @petalouda85, @dooms-word-is-law, @wynonasrider, @dulcechica2014, @sugar–pie, @kat88833, @everythingbeautyandthebeast, @classicwom, @4evaafangir

Lies || Jughead Jones

Prompt from anon: I’m here to take you out of your misery. Ok so, jugheadxreader to these words: “There’s already enough fake people in this town, I don’t need a fake friend like you”. You can come up with the context but it all ends up well. Can be romantic of platonic, however you want it. Thanks!

A/N: I hope you enjoy!!

Gif by @dailycwriverdale


When you moved to Riverdale a month after Jason Blossom’s murder, you had no friends. It was half your fault if you were being honest. You didn’t introduce yourself to anyone at the town get togethers that your parents went to and when school began, you stayed away from everyone. You managed a shy wave here and there but other than that, you kept to yourself. Which is why you were so surprised when one day at Pop’s, a strange boy with a gray beanie sat in front of you and introduced himself to you as Jughead Jones the Third. Then he offered to buy you a milkshake.

Thus began your friendship.

The two of you had hung out almost everyday after that, talking about life, each other, and, of course, Jason Blossom’s murder. You had even began helping Jughead with his novel. It was four months after you had met him that everything fell apart.

“Hey, pull up the latest document while I get these papers.” Jughead said as he opened his book bag.

You nodded.

“Sure thing.” you said as you pulled your best friend’s laptop towards you.

The two of you were at Pop’s, your usual joint. On Saturdays, the two of you hung out here to work on Jughead’s novel. You loved hanging out with him. You felt like he was the only one in Riverdale who understood you. The two of you were both loners. You both didn’t feel like you fit in anywhere. But when you were with each other, you felt you could take on the world.

As you scrolled, a page title caught your interest.

Timeline and Progress? That one?” you asked as you clicked on it.

Jughead’s eyes widened.

“Y/N, wait, no!” he exclaimed, as he attempted to reach over the table and grab his laptop back.

But it was too late. Your eyes quickly scanned the page and your heart fell.

September 9: New girl in class today. Apparently she just moved here. Might know something about Jason Blossom.

September 14: Talked to new girl today. Doesn’t seem to know much about the murder. I’ll keep digging.

September 22: Her name’s Y/N. Kind of obnoxious but still could be useful for my novel. I’ll keep her around for a little longer and see if there’s anything interesting about her.

That was it. That was all that was on the page that had now just ripped you apart. You looked up at Jughead, heartbroken.

“Y-You used me.” you said accusingly.

“Y/N, I—” he began before stopping himself.

He closed his eyes and put his head down, confirming your suspicions. Tears welled up in your eyes.

“I can’t believe it.” you scoffed as you got up.

He opened his eyes and looked at you pleadingly.

“Y/N, please, just hear me out,” he said, standing up. “It’s not what you think.”

You let out a humorless laugh.

“”Hear you out,” huh?” you asked. “Jughead, I don’t think you understand. You used me. Pretended you were my friend to get information out of me. Do you know how messed up that is?”

Jughead was silent and you sighed.

There’s already enough fake people in this town, Jughead,” you said softly. “I don’t need a fake friend like you too.”

Jughead flinched at your words. Realizing he wasn’t going to say anything, you huffed and walked out the front door of Pop’s, the cold air hitting you smack in the face. You pulled your jacket around you as you walked through the parking lot, tears streaming down your face. You were so absorbed in your own thoughts that you didn’t hear Jughead calling your name as he ran after you.

“Y/N, please!” he said as he gently held your arm. 

You quickly spun around to face him, tears streaming down his face.

“Why?” you sobbed.

Jughead’s heart broke at seeing you like this.

“Please… Just listen to what I have to say. If you don’t forgive me and you  decide to never talk to me again, fine. But just please listen to me for a minute.” he begged.

You were silent but you didn’t run away which Jughead took as a sign to continue.

“Yeah. I did use you in the beginning,” he began and you stifled a sob. “But, Y/N, I don’t anymore, I swear. It was for two weeks and then that was it.”

You let out another humorless laugh.

“It could’ve been for six seconds, Jughead, that’s not the point. The point is you used me. You lied to me. You made me think you really wanted to be my friend.”

“I know,” he said. “I know. And I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I promise, our friendship is real. Did I originally intend for it to be? No. And for that, I’m sorry, I can’t say it enough. But, Y/N, I-I can promise you that after those two weeks, everything was real. Everything is still real. You’re my best friend. That’s not a lie.” he finished.

You were silent as you contemplated his words.

“Y/N,” Jughead stated.

You looked up at him and saw there were tears in his eyes.

“Please,” he begged, voice cracking. “I can’t lose you too.”

The “too” rattled around in your head and you wondered who else he had lost. You sighed.

“Jughead…” you said quietly.

The raven-haired teen held his breath.

“You get one last chance. That’s it. One.” you said.

Jughead let out a relieved breath.

“Thank you. Thank you, Y/N.” he said as he enveloped you in a bone crushing hug.

You were taken aback, knowing that Jughead didn’t like physical contact. You slowly hugged him back, basking in his warmth.

“Thank you.” he said again, softer this time.

For the record, he never lied again.


A/N: Ah yes, angst and fluff. Just fuck me up. Hope you liked it! Send me feedback!!


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Don’t Leave Me.

Description: You knew how dangerous Spencer’s job was, somehow you had remained positive that he was too smart to get into a seriously bad situation; that was until you get a phone call from his boss and suddenly everything came crashing down.

A/N: Thanks to the anon who requested this! I love writing angst it’s probably my favourite genre to write, suffering is fun. Also, thank you for 300 followers!

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Imagine #17 Peter Maximoff (Request)

Requested by @fragcc: Could you do a Peter x human reader? Like, they’d meet at library and become good friends bc they like the same stuff and then after some time they’d start dating and he’d confess to her that he’s a mutant but she doesn’t care bc it’s her love… =]

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Not my gif

Words: 2263

Warnings: typos, fem!reader (though not necessarily, I think, I’m just not sure), SWEARS

A/N: So, I was in a really no-cheesy mood when I wrote this, I hope, y’all like it anyway! xoxo

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”, you muttered under your breath as your eyes fell on the empty space in the shelf, where your favourite book was supposed to be. Some idiot had been hogging it for the past two months and you had been counting the days until you would finally be able to read it again – for about the 56th time. And now here you were, on the day it was supposed to be back, in front of the shelf where it was supposed to be, and yet… Right at that moment, your glare could have killed a man.

And yes, you could have just bought a copy of your own, but that wasn’t, what this was about, you insisted. This was about order, structure. You wanted this copy and you wanted it now.

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Accidental crush [Remus x reader.]

A/N: short and sweet request I got a while back! x

You sat with your knees under you, a thumb to your lips and a book across your lap. It was the last one on your list of materials recommended by Professor McGonagall, and, you mused as you turned a page, surprisingly good. But within seconds, the book was wrenched out of your grip.
“Hey!” You called out, diving forward to catch it but it was no use.

Lily Evans titled her head, the red of her long locks dancing just a little at the motion. She raised her brows, eyes staring into yours as if to say ‘Come on, Y/N. Dare you to do something about your precious book.’
“Oh.” You slumped back into your seat, the rickety armchair that sat in the corner of the girls dormitory creaking as you did so. “It’s you.”
“Pleasure to see you too, Y/N,” Lily rolled her eyes, placing the book to the side as she grabbed at both of your arms, pulling you to standing position. “Stop sulking.”
She raised your chin with a finger, a knowing, mesmerising look in her bright eyes. “I have something to tell you.”
“Somehow Lil,” You broke the chain of her arms on yours defiantly, “I’m not sure I’m happy to hear it.”
“Oh please,” Lily paced behind you as you grabbed the book from the edge of the oak wardrobe she’d placed it on, teetering just a little at the height. “Stop being such a spoilsport.”
She reached out, sturdier on the soles of her school shoes than you were, barefoot and unbothered in your study period, and twirled you around. You almost tripped on the rug. Almost.
“Listen.” She grinned, so close to your face that you could count the freckles on hers. “This is about the abysmal state of your love life.”
“Um - I - My love life is not abysmal!” You stuttered incoherently, watching your best friend shake her head as she crossed her arms across her chest.
“Y/N.” Lily coaxed, voice reaching the same pitch of frustration that it did when you two were arguing about quidditch teams or places to eat or Lily’s exact feelings toward James Potter. “Can you please just entertain me?! Please?”
She fell onto your bed dramatically, clawing at your legs as you tidied the books that had fallen down the back at the action.
“Why can’t you see that if you actually ventured out and spoke to a boy -”
“I speak to boys!”
“ - do more than just spoke to boys…”
“Then you could actually kiss one and have something to think about beyond your grades and your cat and your friends and family!”
“But what’s wrong with those things?!” You harumphed quietly, letting yourself be pulled onto the edge of your bed by your best friend. The book finally lay, much to your displeasure, discarded on the floor.
The two of you adjusted yourselves, sitting up to face one another. Cross-legged and confused by your company.
“Nothing.” Lily shrugged. Then she smiled, a wicked smirk of something you were already shaking your head at. “But I have it on good authority that you and Remus Lupin could be absolutely perfect together.”
You frowned. Turned the idea over in your mind. Thought of that boy and his prefect badge and his nice smile and how he was one of your closest friends. Too weird. You got up to leave.
“Lily. He’s like,” You squirmed. “Our friend.”
“l’ll pass.”
“Wait!” Lily grabbed onto your arm, pulling you back. “Y/N. He’s sweet and kind and intelligent and not bad-looking at all!” She jostled you, sneaking the next sentence out of the corner of her mouth. “And you could get some action there for sure.”
“I get enough action without your help thank you very much!” You rolled your eyes, hitting your best friend over the head with a pillow.
“Who’s the last boy you kissed, huh?” Lily wrestled the pillow with you, both your fingers growing tired at the other’s vigour. She was breathless, but determined. “Huh?!”
“Amit Chatterjee, the Ravenclaw seeker.” You shrugged, letting go of your corner.
“Last year!” Lily brought the pillow crashing down onto your head.
You spluttered feathers, glowering at her.
“Y/N please, just consider it. Remus is a good one! And so are you!” She pulled you close to her, laughing at the frown setting your brow low and your mouth an unwavering downturned line. “He likes books, you like books. You hate the same people. You get on.” She turned, excitement filling the pretty details of her face. “You could be great together.”
“You always do this!” You threw your hands in the air. “You can’t just say things into existence!” Sighing, you pushed your hair out of your face. Muttered exasperatedly under your breath. “You’re the worst.”
“Maybe,” She patted your head dismissively. “But I doubt you’ll be saying that when you wake up and just let him press those soft lips to yours.”
You shoved her away, trying not to join in with the laugh that sounded when she hit the soft of the duvet.
“Okay, too far I know! But still!” She grinned up at you, and you hated yourself for feeling something thaw inside yourself as you looked back down at her. “You never know!”

You hadn’t meant to, but you’d spent the last 20 minutes of Transfiguration staring at Remus Lupin’s face. He was explaining something to Peter, something that was simple and easy and you’d noticed the flicker of annoyance in his eye before he’d covered it with a small smile. Let his hands tell the story alongside his lips. He ran a hand through his hair, something serious in the brown of his eye as he listened to Peter’s question. The corners quirked with crowsfeet as he grinned, cracked a joke that was well-received and he went to jot something down in his notebook. Caught you glancing at him and you, surprised to feel your heartbeat quicken, forced yourself to be normal and not look away. He touched the feather of his quill to his head, signified some intelligence and smiled. You ignored the burn of Lily’s eyes on the back of your head, the hand that reached forward to pinch the back of your jumper in excitement, as you let yourself smile back. This was normal, you thought. Until you caught yourself lingering onto the memory for the rest of the day. And the day after that. And the day after that.

I fell in love with you when you weren’t looking.
From the way your body twitched every night as you fell asleep to the way you pulled me closer in the groggy mornings.
With the way you genuinely belly giggled when you were truly comfortable in a place or with a person.
And how you would absent-mindedly scratch my head while we watched countless Adam Sandler movies in bed on Saturday afternoons.
When it was just us two and you couldn’t help but sing a little everytime your favorite song came on the radio.
With the way you wore a baseball cap backwards and how you looked from my spot in the passenger seat.

But mostly, I fell in love with how you loved me when I wasn’t looking. @needumost

I don’t know how I feel about this one yet, but here it is…

There’s a part of me that always wondered. She had the same complexion as me; our names sounded a little too similar, we both wore thick black glasses and we both had long black hair. We were both quiet and smart and head over heels for you.
You fell for her the way you did with every girl – slowly at first, and then all at once. You loved her when she loved someone else and she loved you when you loved someone else – like a pendulum never in sync, you two were a love that could never completely match up.  
I guess, a part of me always wondered if I was the weight that kept you apart; and how differently things could’ve gone.
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write // n.b.
Deanee on Regular Girls EP.19

Here we are back with Regular Girls!

This time, Renee has returned and she’s ready to share with us some details on her vacation to Zion!
Indeed Renee has a “crystal update”: when she and her husband Jon went to Zion, she bought six pink quartz and put them around the house. In the kitchen, in their bedroom, in the bathroom … (Sorry, but I feel a huge happiness saying “her husband” or “his wife”, forgive me😂).

She also told that many looked at Jon. Why? Well … He had a black eye, caused by Corbin at Wrestlemania : when people asked him why he had that eye black, he said “I fell off my bike,” actually a boot arrived in his face.
The lady who asked the question shook hands with Jon, and then looked at Renee as if to say “Take care of him.” And Renee knows that Dean it takes more of a boot to knock him out.

Renee then said that next week will talk more about this, of Zion, and … well, more 😏
Then Renee said that she and Jon have gone somewhere on Zion and she discovered she was afraid of heights. As far as I could understand, they climbed along with another group, and Renee made a mistake: look down. And then she started to get scared. Jon? Well, he has quietly continued for another 30 minutes as if it were the most natural thing possible 😂
Stacey said a great phrase, “Next time, you go to the beach!" 😂

Jon and Renee have booked online two pillows that they have seen in a hotel and they fell in love with those pillows.
Meanwhile, Renee watching Raw when there was Jon (Dean Ambrose) yelling at Miz and Maryse. In short, when all of us have seen the ring.

Then they start talking about "Conspiracy Theories”: Paul McCartney is alive or not? Renee talked about what she has discovered about the theory “Paul is alive.”
So his presence that should not have been there, continuous references by the Beatles and stuff.
Or Elvis.
Or the Illuminati.
Britney Spears and her voice.
Reptilian people has made me die laughing.

Do you remember the episode where Dean and Renee were with Brie, Nicole and Bryan and Dean said Renee was convinced that they had gone to Mars? Here, Renee repeated this anecdote; also they talked about the Vatican. I didn’t think people don’t know that the Vatican is a completely separate state. It is located in Rome, but is not part of Italy. As the Republic of San Marino: share the territory with Italy, but is not part of Italy. And Renee explains this.
With this we have done: intense, funny, strange, weird... A good episode as always! Until next time! ✨✨
(Let’s change hair color)



“What shall we do today?” Henry asked. The two of you walked along the sidewalk, arms linked. 

“I’m going on an adventure!” you pumped your fist in the air. 

“No, no, Y/N, the adventures  enjoy are usually of the literary nature.” he shook his head seriously, looking down at you. 

“No, Henry, I was making a reference to The Hobbit.” 


“Never mind. Let’s… go in here!” You yanked his arm and he fell in the door after you, laughing nervously as a few people stared and he straightened. 

“Y/N…” he stood straight and pulled at the tail of his suit jacket. You rolled your eyes. 

“Henry,” you mocked. 

“Such a lovely couple. Can I help the two of you?” A worker greeted, smiling. 

“Thank you,” you smiled. “We’re looking for The Hobbit.” you told her. She directed you to the book, complementing you again on what ‘a lovely couple the two of you make.’ 

“Y/N,” Henry blushed. “I-I know I’m somewhat ignorant when it comes to relationships in your time but… are we in one?” 

“Are you serious?” 

“I… I just… Dean has been telling me things about you, pointing out things I don’t think I’d have noticed or given a second thought if he hadn’t made them known to me.” 

“Oh yeah?” 

“Yes.” he nodded. You stepped closer to him, sliding your hands up his chest and around his neck. You got close to him, close enough that his warm breath fell onto your nose and you moved your lips close to his. 


“Y-Yes?” he stuttered quietly, turning red. 

“Don’t take advice from Dean.” you whispered in his ear before you turned and took off running down the isle, leaving a flustered Winchester behind you. 


“Y/N!” Chuck stressed. “I can’t do this…” he shook his head. “I can’t. They don’t want to hear what I have to say. They’re going to throw tomatoes at me or something.” 

“Where would they even get tomatoes, Chuck? Come on! They wouldn’t be here if they didn’t care about what you have to say. Just go out and be yourself.” you smile, rubbing his arm. 

“Come with me.”

“What? No!” 

“I can’t do it unless you go with me! Please, Y/N!” Chuck begged. 

“And now, without further a due, Carver Edlund!” the announcer introduced. You pushed him onto the stage before he could protest only to have him walk right up to the microphone and call you onto the stage. 

“This person has been a huge source of inspiration for me. They’ve picked me up off the floor, literally, many a time. So come on out here, Y/N.” Chuck held his hand out for you as a stagehand brought you a chair to sit in near Chuck and a microphone. The small crowd clapped. 

“Questions?” Chuck asked. One small young woman in the front row jumped out of her seat, waving her hand in the air. “You,” he pointed her out.

“You and Y/N are so cute! I can’t even!” she squealed. 

“That wasn’t a question… but thank you…” Chuck said. 

“So you are a couple?!” she asked urgently. Everyone in the room leaned forward, anticipating the answer. You saw the small glint in Chuck’s eye as he watched the crowd watch him. 

“Yes!” you blurted out before Chuck refused the girl. Chuck looked at you, shocked and smiling a little. 

“What’s that like?” the girl asked you. 

“It’s amazing, he’s a genius. He’s kind and sweet and smart and just… the best person I’ve ever met. He’s my best friend. I love him a lot.” The whole crowd sighed a collective ‘awwwwwwwwww’ and Chuck stared at you still. You grabbed his hand and pulled it into your lap. 

~Request here~

anonymous asked:

Heya c: Can I request some Genji with his s/o who has chronic insomnia, with lots of fluffs like singing, cuddles, or telling a story (like the story of him/the s/o but as if it were a story book like how a 'traveller' fell in love with a local maiden girl) as he tries to help them sleep. (Sorry if it's too specific, I really like your writing so like, no sweat if you wanna change it around if it's too weird? As long as it's fluffy Genji c: thank you!! Have a lovely night/day! It's 2 am! Ha)

It’s two am when I’m writing this, I have a horrible sleep schedule, it doesn’t help that the most activity seems to be around this time, so even if I tried to go to sleep earlier I probably wouldn’t fall asleep until far past two anyway. Like if there is any light in the room, it doesn’t matter if red, I won’t go to sleep. My brain will just focus on it.

Female reader bc you implied that was what you wanted (what with the maiden). I also gotta say I kinda had fun with this one.

Genji awoke from his light sleep, feeling you toss and turn around next to you feeling like everything was too hot. But then you’d kick off the blankets and a chill would quickly overtake you. He murmured your name sleepily and guiltily responded.

“Sorry for waking you up,” you whispered.

“You haven’t been sleeping well recent,” he stroked your cheek watching you lean in, “don’t pretend I haven’t noticed.”

“I never really did, I was just lucky for a while there,” you sighed, pillow becoming smotheringly warm.

“Come here,” and you crawled into his arms and he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I will tell you a good night story.”

“Will you?” eyebrow cocked, “what about?”

“The dragon and his lovely maiden.”

“Really?” you dryly said, “lemme guess, it takes place in a land far far away.”

He poked your nose and you took that as a cue to stop being so sarcastic.

“Yes, in a land far far away there was a lonely dragon.”

You curled into his hips and stared enraptured at your boyfriend.

“After being cast from his clan he roamed the earth, as a broken man he fought injustice and made precious friends. Then one day, as sure as the sun rises, he met the maiden. A warrior as strong as the earth and with beauty as precious as the trickling water of a creek, with her strong spirit she saved the dragon from great peril.”

A blush spread across your face at how enraptured he was describing you but there was one thing bothering you.

“I didn’t save you from anything, in fact you saved me from smashing my face into a table.” 

He hushed you with one of his fingers pressing into your mouth and kept going with the story.

“She saved him from himself, for despite how well he could fight and how many friends he had made there was a dark loneliness consuming his soul. With her kindness she turned wounds into scars and with her determination she scolded the dragon’s brother to accept his forgiveness. She was so perfect that the gods cursed her in jealousy with insomnia, so her boyfriend has to tell her stories to get at least a little rest but he doesn’t complain because the maiden has done so much for him without question.”

“I liked the start and middle but it kinda fell apart near the end.”

“We all have our flaws.” he shrugged, “yours is that it’s about two thirty in the morning and you’re wide awake.”

“Well the story’s a bust,” you fluttered your eyelashes at him, “how about a lullaby.”

His voice cracked as he started singing a lullaby his nanny used to sing for him, his voice softly flitted through the air in Japanese.You listened to the soft melody and your eyes began to droop. As you fell asleep you felt him press a final kiss on your forehead, murmuring the song against the skin.

Dreamy Skirts (Spencer Reid fluff/smut-ish?)

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note: this is old but gold and you will probably hate me after this….

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kiss me at the intersection of the only two streets in down town
‘Wish You Were Here’
tell me why you never stayed,
tell me when you fell out of love.
It’ll probably happen again won’t it?
for now we can pretend like it’ll last forever
bury me in the wreckage of your goodbyes
—  Please don’t leave (I know you’re leaving) 
Dear Broadway people who speak up against bootlegs

I love and respect you so much. I cherish your work more than I do any other kind of artist’s. And this is coming from someone with a degree in Art History, who teaches Art and Literature and has worked in the film industry. So I feel like I know a thing or two about Art.

I understand your point. And you know what? I actually hate watching bootlegs. But I love Art. If I can’t get to an exhibition or a museum, I buy a book or a print to look at the paintings. If I can’t go to a film festival, or a movie isn’t released in my country, I buy a DVD. But theater doesn’t offer anything like that.

I love theater. And where I live there’s almost no quality theater. Despite that I still spend a lot of money every year to support local theater, hoping that something will change. I’m going to a production of Cabaret on Saturday that I know will make me cringe, especially given the improbable adaptation of the songs into my language, but I’m still going.

There is an ocean between me and New York. And I hunger for good theater. I hunger for your work, your craft, you talent. There’s nothing I would love more than never having to watch a bootleg again. And you want that too. So please

make theater more available.

I got into musicals watching the official recordings of Sondheim’s shows, which I bought on DVD, paying more than any average fan from the US since I had to pay for international shipping too. Given the chance, I would watch a live production of Into the Woods or Company in a heartbeat. Owning an official recording of those shows didn’t change anything. I would still shower you with my money, even with every single show on Broadway available on DVD. But at least the DVDs would satisfy my hunger for your Art, and give me a legal chance to enjoy what you do even if my much dreamed-about trip to New York never becomes a reality.

Whenever I’m in London (I’m planning my 5th visit in January, and I plan my visits around shows) I spend almost all my money on theater. For shows that I know through bootlegs. On my first trip to London I spent more than 250$ on the best Book of Mormon seats available because years ago I fell in love with Gavin Creel watching a Mary Poppins bootleg. I felt terribly embarrassed when I met him at the stage door, because the lack of theater for fans from all over the world forced me to follow his career through something illegal. I would have bought a DVD of Mary Poppins, or Hair, or Millie, no matter the cost. I would have still spent 250$ on tickets to see him live in Book of Mormon. And I actually went back to Book of Mormon two other times, even without Gavin.

Bootleg sharing among fans doesn’t hurt you, because those of us who have a chance to buy a ticket still will. But it makes you rightfully angry, and it makes us miserable because of how bad the quality usually is. Having filmed shows doesn’t hurt anybody. You get money from the videos, we get to support your incredible talent with our money, and we will still spend an inordinate amount of money on tickets whenever we’re physically close to a show.

DVDs are not even the only option. A lot of London shows are filmed to be rented online for only a limited time. So you wouldn’t even have to worry about the show being spread around too much.

Everybody would get a little more Art in their lives, you would get richer, we would keep adoring you. It’s simple as that.

Worry - Tony Stark x Reader

Originally posted by thunderbirdthor

Words: 1351
Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader
Featuring: Clint Barton, Steve Rogers
Warnings: slight angst
Requested by anon
what’s up ;) lmao that was weird anyways, how would you feel about making a tony stark oneshot/imagine (because he doesn’t get enough love) where maybe the reader is dating tony and he has kept her in a safe house also (like clint does) and they find out about her after the location has been compromised and she was attacked/killed ;)) wow I’m angsty af and this was very descriptive sorry!!! love you and your writing!!
Authors Note: I love writing cute Tony so this was a must.


“Yes, Tony, I’m perfectly fine.” You smiled into the phone, as you cooked yourself lunch.

“Are you sure?” He asked.

You laughed. “What has got you so freaked out?”

“I don’t know, I’m just, scared.” He sighed.

“Don’t worry about me, it’s called a safe house for a reason, remember?” You told him, as you continued to make a sandwich.

“I guess you’re right.” Tony said, quietly. Tony took a page out of Barton’s book and put you in a safe house when you two fell in love and things started to get dangerous. Being engaged, he didn’t want anything to happen to you. It anyone to know that you existed- not even his teammates.

“I’m babysitting the Barton children today, remember? We’ll be fine.” You reminded him. Okay, Clint was the only one who knew you existed, which was okay. Tony trusted him, since he does have a family. And it gave you a chance to make friends with the family and their children- and be able to babysit.

“Be careful.” Tony said.

“Stark?” You heard a voice- probably Steve Rogers.

“Yeah?” Tony answered, moving the phone away a bit.

“Are you on the phone?” He asked.

“Mhm.” Tony said.

“Is it important?”

You could hear Tony sigh. “I guess, not.”

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Now You Believe Me (Remus)

Requested- Could you do a Remus an au Remus imagine where when your soul mate draws on themselves it appears on the other persons arm and he’s dumb and forgets and writes down something like “common room 6:40 finish essay” and so you meet him and he doesn’t believe it because he’s convinced you belong with Sirius even though you both love each other and then you guys kiss and it’s all cute and he believes it now

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-Three Weeks Ago-

“Y/n! I was just reading this book, you know if one’s soulmate draws on himself it would appear on the other’s arm?” Lily, your best friend, giggled. “You hear this, when two person are in love with each other and destined to be together, or soulmates, what one drew on their arm will appear on the other. How is that possible?”

The librarian shot a narrowed look on her, “shh!”

You laughed silently and asked, “where did that book come from?”

“On the top shelf, I was just looking for topics for my Potions report, then the book fell out.” She shook her head, “why would anyone believe that?" 

But secretly you did, because you knew perfectly well that books in Hogwarts are never wrong.


You completely forgot about it since your exams are coming. 

You were at the Great Hall, studying alone. Your other books were scattered across the table, ink and quills laid in front of you, and your hands were tapping on the table subconsciously. You frowned at your Muggles Studies textbook as you read a line. "What on earth is a meme?” You mumbled to yourself. Then a pair of hands covered your eyes suddenly. You recognized the scent of your friend and chuckled, “Sirius, I know it’s you!”

Sirius withdrew his hands from you and pouted, “why do you always know that it’s me?”

“Because I’m y/n, I just know,” you joked. “Now let me study, I really need to pass this bloody test.”

“Okay, okay.” He raised his hand as a sign of surrender. 

You glanced behind you and saw Remus looking at you. You were about to wave at him, but he looked away and left the Hall. “Where is Remus going?”

“The library, probably.”

You lowered your head and continued reading. You liked Remus for a while now, since your third year actually, and it had been almost four years. But you never got a chance to tell him how you felt due to the fact that you didn’t want to loose your friendship. 

You felt your left arm itching, so you examined it. Letters were appearing, and you recognized it as Remus’s handwriting. “What?” You murmured. It stopped after a few seconds and wrote “common room 6:40, finish essay.” You slammed your book shut and stood up, remembering what Lily found out three weeks ago. You searched for the sight of Remus at the library, but he wasn’t there. So you decided that you’d meet him in the common room at 6:40.

“Excuse me, what time is it?” You asked the first person you met. 

The Ravenclaw boy with golden hair looked down at his watch, “6:32.” You quickly thanked him and hurried to the Gryffindor common room. You climbed through the portrait hole and waited for him. Remus came soon after you did.

“Remus! I need to talk to you!” You grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

“What’s wrong?” He furrowed his brows and turned around to see you.

“Can we go to somewhere private? Please?” The common room was quiet and filled with people. He nodded, still looking confused, and walked out of the common room with you. As soon as you were out at the empty hallway, you rolled his sleeve up and found the words you saw on your arm. “Did you write that?”

“Yeah? What’s the matter, y/n?”

You quickly showed him your left arm, where the exact same words were. “Do you know what this means?”

“Why- Oh my god. We’re soulmates.” He looked away and brushed his hand through his hair, blushing and frowning. “This got to- this got to be a mistake!”

“Remus, I- I like you. I have liked you for so long but I didn’t know how to tell you.” You decided to tell him the truth. 

“No, no, you don’t know what you’re talking about!” Remus covered his forehead with his hand and started to pace around the hallway. “You don’t belong with me, I- I don’t deserve this.”

You were bewildered by his remarks, “I know how I feel, Remus! Who else could it be?!”

“Sirius! You belong with Sirius!”

You went silence, having no idea what to reply. Sure, Sirius was a nice guy, handsome as well, but you and him were nothing more than friends. In fact, Sirius knew about your crush on Remus and kept it a secret for you. Then you opened your mouth and replied quietly, “there’s nothing between us, nothing.”

Remus looked up to face you, “I don’t believe you.”

“Answer me honestly, do you like me back?” You asked, hoping that you weren’t coming off to strong, but you needed his answer. 

Slowly, he nodded. “I still-” You cut him off with a kiss suddenly. To your surprise, he kissed you back. You placed one of your arms around the back of his neck, the other tangled with his hair. His cupped your cheeks gently and stroked them with his thumbs. You broke away to say something.

“Do you believe me now?" 

He smiled at your words and nodded again, "yeah." 

You grinned and hugged him tightly, "I’ve been waiting for this forever.”

“Me, too.” Remus patted your back and pulled away, blushing. He leaned towards you again, pressing his lips back to yours. This time it was even more passionate than the first. He pushed you against the wall and stroked through your hair. You gripped his sweater and pulled him closer to you. After what it seemed like forever, his lips left yours and the both of you were gasping for air. “Let’s go, I still need to finish that essay.”

“Right,” you laughed. “Do you think I’ll be able to wash this off?” You showed him your arm.

“Hope so,” he said, smirking back at you.

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xceafh  asked:

Hi :) Could you do a Royal!calum blurb inspired by the Story of prince william & Kate ?? He goes to university in NZ and meets y/n and she has a hard time getting accepted?? :)

He was awestruck by you.

Calum had been more than excited to attend university in New Zealand, the prospect of studying literature in a country that wasn’t his own causing him to finally feel free of the restrictions the corwn had over him. Whilst he knew he was still under obligation to his country, and there were certain rules he still had to abide by (like the constant body guard nearby to him), he was more than happy at being able to just be Calum for once.

Then he met you.

And suddenly, Calum wasn’t sure about who he was any more. Because he loved books and he enjoyed music, and he looked forward to the day he would finally be King, able to mould his country into one he thought was right. But then you came along and had Calum doubting everything he ever knew, showing him this new life that he didn’t know was possible.

You weren’t perfect.

You’d had a hard time adjusting to University life. You struggled making friends, spending most of your time alone. When you met Calum, you couldn’t believe the beautiful boy would even speak to you, never mind want to be your friend.

But slowly, you did more than that. And between you showing him how to view the world from a different set of eyes and him showing you how to live without hiding behind a book, the two of you fell in love. You found beauty in each other that neither of you knew you had, Calum never really getting over how much you fascinated him. He could write novels about you and everything you were, everything you wanted to be and everything he felt for you. He couldn’t imagine a world without you by his side, a world where you weren’t his and he wasn’t yours.

So when he time came for him to return home, to finally go back to his duties, he asked you to go with him.

“I don’t want to live without you.” He grinned, getting down on one knee and revealing the gorgeous ring. “I can’t do this on my own, I can’t go back without you. Be my Queen Y/N, and marry me?”

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robb stark appreciation month @robbstarkappreciation

day twenty-six: favorite S1 scene

1x08, the pointy end, “Treason? Sansa wrote this?”

“Are you afraid?”
“I must be.”
“Why is that good?”
“It means you’re not stupid.”

as in: there’s a lot of scenes I could have picked because S1 was definitely my favorite as far as show!Robb was concerned, but I went with this one because of that shaking hand detail which in my opinion was one of the best additions they made to the original canon when discussing Robb’s show writing - more under the cut before this post becomes way too long.

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Name Tests: Narrowing Down Your Baby Name List

When choosing a name for a child, it’s often easy to create long lists of potential baby names. There’s your all-time favourites, the nostalgic names, the names to honour family, the names from your favourite books and movies, the names that you heard recently and fell in love with… and the list goes on! 

Names are fun to think of, but what do you do when you need to narrow that endless list down to just one or two potential names? Here some ideas - the name tests - to work out which names should go and which should stay.

The first test that I recommend is writing the initials down of all your potential names. You may love Penelope Olivia Olsen, or Emma Williams but then realise the initials are not so nice. This is a quick and simple way to remove any potential names off your list.

The second test to put the name list through is to think of any potential nicknames, even looking on Google to see what other children are being called with that name. As someone growing up with the surname Pattie, I can tell you that kids were ruthless with the Fatty Pattie and Cow Pattie jokes. If there’s a name that you feel may warrant an unwanted nickname in the future, it may help you to cross a name or two off your list.

This one doesn’t apply to all parents, but some do like to have a name that is more unique. If you are one of these parents, I recommend taking a look at your country’s top 100 baby names for the most recent year. If you don’t want a popular name, try crossing out the names that are found in the top 100 (or if they’re all within the top 100, eliminate the top 50).

As with popularity, the meaning of names doesn’t affect a lot of parents these days. However, searching for the meaning of the names on your list can help you to find a new way to eliminate the ones with meanings that aren’t appealing to you.

When it comes to names, a lot of people forget that this is a name not only for the child, but for the rest of society. Names are labels that we use to tell people apart. From school roll calls, forms and doctors clinics, this name will be used everywhere. By having a name that is not the first assumed spelling or pronunciation, it opens up a huge potential to misspelling, as well as having the name pronounced wrong all of the time. This isn’t necessarily a huge negative, but it can be annoying after a time. So if you’re having trouble narrowing the name list, eliminating names that don’t fit into the first assumed spelling or pronunciation can help.

Write the names down. Write them on the computer in different fonts, in pen, and even ask others to write the names down. Write the full name, the initials, and all other formats you can think of. Sometimes upon writing the names, they can give you a “feel”. Some people like the look of a name, but not the sound, whereas for others, the look of the name just isn’t right. Ensure that every name on your list is one that you like in sound and writing.

Say the name, shout the name, whisper the name, say the name with your surname and then repeat the name 25 times. Then decide how you feel about it. Even for myself, there have been names that I have loved in the past, but after hearing a parent actually call their child by that name, I decided that I couldn’t stand it. Make sure you still like the sound of the name when repeated out-loud by yourself and your loved ones, and cross the ones off your list that you don’t still enjoy.

Take a look through history, and determine if there are any negative influences from this name. You may love the name Adolfo, but it obviously has a very strong negative influence and would be best to stay away from. By deciding who the major namesakes are for your chosen names, you may be able to eliminate names further.

Other People
Do you know any other people with these names? How does it make you feel when you think about naming your child with the very same name, or a similar name? Take into account how you feel when you ask yourself these questions, and cross out any names that make you feel negative or uneasy.

Unsure? Ask!
Hopefully after reading through these tests, your name list is now being narrowed down to something that’s a bit easier to work with. Run through the tests with those around you, and see what other answers loved ones come up with. Ask your partner, your parents, your friends, or even send me a message here! 

Life in Pieces

Requested- nope but feel free to!!
Word count- 1k
Summary- Modern AU with poet Phillip
Phillip x Reader

     Time slowed when you saw him walk in. Something about Phillip had changed in the six months since you last saw him. His looked tired, not the physical exhaustion that loomed hours after the adrenaline of a night spent tearing through the city wore off and he was left with only the scratch in his throat or ache in his arms, but the emotional drain made apparent in the aftershocks of the fights you two would have. The fights that left him restless on the couch because he couldn’t stand hearing your labored breathing during the nightmares that plagued your mind and being unable to pull you to him in an attempt to have you match each rise and fall of his chest. Light caught itself on the pen he held, reflecting the beams of morning sun that dripped through the cafe’s windows.

“Y/N?” Each syllable of your name seemed to struggle across his lips, the mere act of speaking your name bringing memories crashing back to both of you. You looked up from the tabletop, covered in textbooks and notecards of facts incoherent to any mind but your own, meeting the blue eyes that could see through to your soul. 

“Phillip, what are you doing here?” You inquired as he stepped towards your small sanctuary in the corner of the shop, silently asking if he could join you. Nodding warily, you began to gather the spread of stationary as he sat quietly with his hands around his coffee. 

“I didn’t know you still came here. I thought after everything you would try and avoid places like this- places we came to together,” Phillips’ glance surveyed the space as if each memory was tangible and replaying in front of his eyes, “I missed this place, everything seems to be golden when I remember it, so I decided to come back . Honestly, I don’t know whether I wanted to see you here or not” 

“Did you stop believing me Phillip? Did you not believe I loved you?” The words fell from your mouth, lifting a weight from your body that you had been unaware of. Phillip’s demeanor and shoulders sunk into the chair, sighing while burying his head in his hands.

 “I never stopped believing you Y/N, that’s the last thing I would ever do,” Tears seemed to threaten to spill down his cheeks.

 “Then why did you leave Phillip? I waited for five months for you to come home from tour, spent countless nights alone, lost hours of sleep waiting for timezones to line up so I could see you or hear your voice through a screen,” Your voice cracked, emotions tightly concealed behind the wall you had put up beginning to crumble. 

 “I was terrified of you Y/N. Every part of you was what I needed but I was too afraid to admit I need anyone in the first place. I was on edge all the time, I couldn’t sleep after I left. I loved you so much and I ruined everything,” 

 You sat in your apartment, your hair messy and one of Phillip’s shirts hanging from your frame. Two weeks had passed since he returned from his book tour and you were yet to see Phillip. His best friend John had texted you hours earlier saying he needed to speak with you. The look on his face when he walked through the door was the final blow to your heart. You fell apart on the couch, John doing his best to console you despite not entirely understanding Phillip’s reasoning himself.. He would visit your apartment occasionally, chronicling your stages of recovery from the sudden loss. Your life went from sweatpants and John dragging you out of your apartment to buy groceries to spending hours friends exploring the city while inadvertently avoiding any spot that reminded you of Phillip. Months went by as any barriers you built wore away, the world filling with places that brought you happiness rather than the spots that were flags of the broken relationship. Life one day lead you to the cafe, buried deep in your mind, where you had first met Phillip during a torrential downpour that had almost swept you away before you were able to duck into that shop. Smells of pastries and fresh coffee lingered across your senses as you locked eyes with the boy at a table tucked into the corner, his brown gaze swirling with depth in the dim light despite the blackened sky outside. That initial spark caused a fire that glowed within both of you until Phillip smothered it, leaving you in the burning rubble. 

 “I love you too Phillip but I didn’t leave you without saying why, I didn’t desert the person I love and leave my friends to watch out for you, my life was left in pieces because of you Phillip yet you seemed to not care,” You looked around, like the lost bits of your heart could materialize in front of you. 

 “Y/N, I love you, I always did and always will, but I made a terrible mistake. Nothing about what I did was okay and everyday I regret it. Seeing you that upset because of me tore me apart, leaving you in pieces hurt me. All of that is my fault and I know all the apologies in the world won’t make up for it, but I miss you in my life. Please,” He looked like a puppy as you stood, collecting your books and notes into your bag while the golden light began to fade to the soft peach of the sunrise. 

 “I’m sorry Phillip but I’ve stopped believing in you,”

Drunk words, Sober thoughts (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

‘’your draco imagine got me feeling some type of way, coukd you do another one? maybe at a house party with draco?’’ -  charlie-brelynn

Word Count: 679.
Warning(s): Fluff.
Note: At this very moment, I realized, I should start a masterlist. And so I did.

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Laughter, yelling and alcohol filled the common room from Slytherin. Different houses were there, just to celebrate the end of their sixth year and the start of the summer break. It was a very rare view, Hufflepuf, Ravenclaw and Gryffindor in the Slytherin common room. But for once, there was peace between the four houses. Well, in general. Draco Malfoy’s hate for Potter, Granger and Weasley will always be there, but that’s been more on the background now.

The place beside you on the couch sunk in. An arm snaked around your waist when you were talking to Blaise and Pansy and it immediately distracted you from talking. Pansy gave you one short glare, laying her eyes on the arm wrapped around your waist, before excusing herself.

‘It seems like she doesn’t really support our relationship,’ you muttered and you felt Draco smirk.

‘Yeah, well, she should get used to it by now. I mean, we’ve been together for months now,’ he said as he looked at Blaise. ‘Can I steal her for a moment?’

Blaise just rolled his eyes with a smile and walked away, so now only you two were on the couch. The book which was laying on your lap a couple of seconds ago, fell to the ground when Draco pulled you in for a kiss.

The first thing you tasted, was alcohol, which didn’t surprise you. But the first thing that popped into your head, was hoping he didn’t drank too much. Draco had mood swings when he did that. From being really clingy and lovely to mad and violent in less than a second.

‘Draco,’ you murmured against his lips.

‘Y/N,’ he mimicked you as he deepened the kiss, but you slightly pulled back and narrowed your eyes.

‘How much did you drink?’

He started to count on his fingers and after five, he looked confused at his fingers before starting over again, but this time he skipped the eighth count so you stopped him by tangling my fingers in his.

‘Babe, I think it’s time for bed now,’ you cooed softly, but Draco his eyes hardened and he shook his head furiously.

‘No, I want more of… of this,’ he said as he showed his nine fingers, which indicated the number of drinks he had.

‘And I think you need more of this.’ You laid your head on his lap and closed your eyes, feeling Draco shift under your sudden touch, so you opened your eyes slowly before looking at him. A little pout formed on your lips, while you saw him looking wide-eyed.

You rolled your eyes before standing up, grabbing your book and you reached your hand out towards him. ‘C’mon Draco, let’s go to bed.’

He pouted, still with wide eyes, before grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the boys’ dorms. While passing a lot of people, some yelled: ‘Yeah Malfoy, great catch!’ or ‘Someone’s getting laid tonight!’

You just glared at those people, before Draco pulled you into his room and it went silent. The door was being closed by Draco murmuring a spell and a next thing you heard was lock being put on it.

‘Not tonight, Draco,’ you smiled slightly before pulling him onto the bed. Ten minutes later, in just your undergarments, you were spooning, you being the little one. He insisted on being the big one tonight, because he felt like it. You just shrugged and went along with it.

It felt safe like this, just being in the arms of the man you loved. His snores soon followed, so you turned around to face him, careful not to wake him up.

Your hand cupped his soft cheek and a small smile formed on your lips.

‘I love you, Draco,’ you whispered softly, placing your lips on his. Two seconds later, you got a response, which meant he was awake again. His hand stroked through your hair before pulling back.

‘I love you too, Y/N,’ he said softly and you furrowed your eyes.

‘You serious?’

‘Hey, drunk words, sober thoughts,’ he laughed warmly.


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