but i didn't know how to spell it the right way

Stuff My Dad Said During Hamilton (Act 1)
  • Hamilton: Is this that musical that has made you obsessed with dead people?
  • Aaron Burr, Sir: If someone started rhyming my name I would leave. It's so annoying.
  • My Shot: Okay they asked who he was - this - this is not the answer to their question. Oh wait now he's spelling his name - YOU KNOW IN THIS TIME MANY PEOPLE WERE ILLITERATE!
  • The Story Of Tonight: Okay so here's drunk dudes being pals and so not flirting with each other.
  • The Schuyler Sisters: AND PEGGY IS MY NEW MOTTO!
  • Farmer Refuted: You said this was the High School Musical dude right? (Me: Yeah.) STICK TO THE STATUS QUO ALEXANDER!
  • You'll Be Back: Okay George whichever shut up and let America rebel. Rebellion is good - *turns to me* That being said ever start to rebel and you'll be grounded till you die.
  • Right Hand Man: Burr got BURR-NED! Get it? Cause Burr. Burrned. It's funny you're just being stupid.
  • A Winter's Ball: Didn't we already listen to - oh wait no this is different.
  • Helpless: Oh God I hope girls don't act like this. *I give him a confused/dirty look* I mean you should make a boy beg for you not fall at his knees. You should make him helpless.
  • Satisfied: This song is just....*exploding hand moves and noise*....Feelings.
  • The Story of Tonight (Reprise): Another drunk song. And the French dude. (Me: Lafayette) Okay well I'm gonna call him French Fry.
  • Wait For It: Did everyone cheat in this time?
  • Stay Alive: Fucking Charles Lee man. Who's Charles Lee?
  • Ten Duel Commandments: They keep saying "Most Disputes Die And No One Shoots" I feel like they're lying to me...
  • Meet Me Inside: Uh ph, Daddy Washington is mad.
  • That Would Be Enough: How do they know it's a boy? I don't think they had ways to tell in this time.
  • Guns And Ships: Rap off. This dude (Me: Daveed) Yeah him, versus like, Eminem, Jay-Z and...uh other rappers.
  • History Has Its Eyes on You: Okay this went from fun to deep...
  • Yorktown: You know we live an hour from this site...*Looks out window*...We should go and reinact this.
  • What Comes Next: Oh right. Georgey is still there. He can piss off.
  • Dear Theodosia: I feel one of them will die...just how everything is worded. AJ, do I get...feels in this?
  • Lauren's Interlude: Wait what the fuck...is he? Oh my God. Alex's boyfriend!
  • Non-Stop: This is too cheery for killing someone. I quit.
you didn't see this comming?

so we are about to enter the final hall, and we know this is the big one- the minions say the boss is here, it’s the last room, it has one way in, and it’s a throne room.

the only goal is to kill one spell-caster/dragon sage dudebro, so we develop a plan to have the main of the party attack in a typical fashion while my rouge sneaks to the back while invisible and lays a surprise deathblow.

Then, assuming combat doesn’t just end by the enemy’s morale- I would go full defense and make my way back with my killer acrobatics and caution. We were all mid level, so it wasn’t a terrible idea, and from the level of the mooks, it could save the meat-shields from a lot of smackdown.

so we cast all the necessary buffs and kicked open the ridiculously ornate throneroom door and begin combat

DM: (stopping for a sec to describe the room) there is a massive hall in front of you- the far side is a lofty stage formed of a tasteful combination of granite pilllars and decorative freezes. there are five beefy humans standing on the only stairs to the top of this 15 foot high area, where there’s a kinda scaly dude, who looks somewhere between exasperated and bored. [Me], you won initiative- you are invisible, what do you do?

Me: *observing that I would have to pass through the beef-bros square to get to scaleman* there’s a bonus for running up to a jump right?

DM: Uh, well, yes, but what does that-

Me: I run across the hall and jump up onto the stage.

DM: …*consults jumping rules*…okay, roll me that acrobatics.

Me: *rolls* so with my bonuses I got 29, how much is the run up worth again?

DM: well, you jumped. You broke records for how high humans have jumped in one go, and got like 8 foot off the ground, but you didn’t land on the platform or anything.

Me: I’m listed as 6 foot and change- can I grab the ledge?

DM: … okay, that’s reasonable. roll another acrobatics, minus 10 for quickened, I guess.

Me: *nat 20*

DM: *sigh* you’re on the platform.

Then the round proper hits and the party tries to draw the mooks off the stairs (since they don’t know I’m already past, and because it’s useful for them too) but it doesn’t work. the scale-bro casts a potshot at the fighter, but he makes the save. then it’s my turn again.

Me: I step up and sneak attack the guy *rolls well*

DM: unfortunately, before you do that, he takes an attack of opportunity and *rolls* hits you. *rolls* take 36.

Me: *slack jawed*

Me: wasn’t I invisble??

DM: yes? and you took damage.

Me: how did-

DM: he had see invisible up this entire time. that’s a really standard buff among dragons, and I didn’t make you roll stealth checks. Honestly, I thought you would pick it up- but then you ran right up to him.

and that is how I ended up spending almost the entire battle, invisible and pretending to be unconscious at the villain’s feet because I had 4 HP.

What went down in Dislocoeur
  • INTRO SEQUENCE
  • Ms. Bustier: in many fairy tales the prince breaks the spell by kissing the princess, can anyone tell me why?
  • Rose: BECAUSE DO THE SMOOCHY THING
  • Ms. Bustier: that's not really an answer
  • Max: technically this only applies to 87% of fairy tales
  • Ms. Bustier: there's no way that number is correct
  • Ms. Bustier: maybe like 7% or 8% at most
  • Rose: DO THE SMOOCHY THING
  • Ms. Bustier: yes Rose we got that
  • Rose: DO THE SMOOCHY THING DO THE SMOOCHY THING DO THE SMOOCHY THING
  • Ms. Bustier: who are you even talking to
  • Ms. Bustier: are you saying that in the imperative
  • Rose: pls do the smoochy thing :( #ladynoir
  • Adrien: well I just wrote this poem time to toss it in the garbage with the rest of the fandom
  • Marinette: hmm I wonder what that hot guy threw in the trash
  • Marinette: ooh it's a poem!
  • Marinette: "roses are red, violets are violet, poetry is f**king hard, do the smoochy thing pls"
  • Chloé: hmm why is Marinette looking through the garbage
  • Sabrina: did you know there's an entire fandom in there?
  • Chloé: wow she must be really desperate
  • Max: kk Kim it's time for you to run along this route and meet your crush on a bridge
  • Kim: why is her route so convoluted
  • Max: idk but if you meet her on that particular bridge and give her this particular jewel you've got a 87% chance of success
  • Kim: there's no way that number is correct
  • Kim: maybe like 7% or 8% at most
  • Marinette: I say go for it!
  • Kim: kk, running now
  • Alya: NO WAIT COME BACK
  • Alya: NEVER TAKE ROMANTIC ADVICE FROM MARINETTE
  • Marinette: now imma write a poem to Adrien
  • Chloé: and imma break the hearts of a buncha tweens
  • Chloé: hey tweens! you see how fabulous I am? well I'm never gonna date you
  • Chloé: do you see what you're missing out on
  • Chloé: well that was fun anyway I hope one of you gets akumatized now
  • Chloé: F**K ALL Y'ALL TO THE END OF THE WORLD AND BACK
  • Chloé: b**ch I'm out
  • Kim: *goes to bridge*
  • Kim: this is the Pont des Arts, right?
  • Kim: so where did all the locks go
  • Kim: it's just panes of plexiglass
  • Kim: this is way less romantic now
  • Chloé: hey Kim
  • Kim: hey Chloé lemme smash
  • Chloé: are you for real
  • Kim: I got you blue AND yellow
  • Chloé: you're as pathetic as that meme
  • Kim: she doesn't want blue and yellow
  • Chloé: look I've got a buncha tweens clamoring after me now
  • Chloé: so you're like fourth in line at best
  • Chloé: BYE
  • Kim: what has my life come to
  • Hawkmoth: wow this is even more sad than usual
  • Hawkmoth: like, I actually feel really sorry for you
  • Hawkmoth: so here have an incredibly cool transformation
  • Dislocoeur: now we're talkin
  • Dislocoeur: I've got a bow and arrows!
  • Dislocoeur: pew pew pew!
  • Marinette: and now it's POETRY TIME
  • Alya: whaddaya got
  • Marinette: "roses are nerds, poems are easy, lemme smash pls bc I think you're hot"
  • Alya: wot
  • Marinette: wow romance really isn't all that great when you're honest about it
  • Alya: wow and here I didn't think you'd ever have enough experience with romance to figure that out
  • Marinette: ooh sweet burn
  • Marinette: btw that flying guy just shot you with an arrow
  • Alya: yeah that's where the sweet burn came from
  • Alya: and now I'm suddenly tempted to go confront Nino in a rap battle
  • Marinette: YES DO IT
  • Marinette: ok Tikki let's kick that flying guy's butt
  • Dislocoeur: hey it's Ladybug!
  • Marinette: no not yet
  • Dislocoeur: oops sorry
  • Marinette: Tikki, spots on!
  • Dislocoeur: there we go!
  • Ladybug: welp running away now
  • Dislocoeur: pew pew pew!
  • Chat Noir: hey Ladybug I've got a confession to make
  • Ladybug: look I already know you love me ok?
  • Ladybug: please don't endanger us by confessing what's already incredibly obvious when there's a supervillain trying to shoot us
  • Dislocoeur: *shoots Chat Noir*
  • Ladybug: that one's on him
  • Dislocoeur: yeah kinda
  • Chat Noir: now imma kill you
  • Ladybug: why
  • Chat Noir: because hate always wins
  • Ladybug: citation needed
  • Chat Noir: citation: the US election
  • Ladybug: ok fair point
  • Chat Noir: you just accepted anecdotal evidence as proof of a general claim
  • Ladybug: oops you're right
  • Chat Noir: now prepare to die
  • Dislocoeur: *tracks down Chloé*
  • Chloé: wow and here I thought you couldn't get any more ridiculous
  • Dislocoeur: imma shoot you now
  • Chloé: and give me the ability to make even sweeter burns than usual?
  • Dislocoeur: wait nvm that's a terrible idea
  • Chloé: wow even as a villain you can't succeed in anything
  • Dislocoeur: hey Hawkmoth can you Tier 2 akumatize me?
  • Hawkmoth: sorry buddy you're on your own
  • Ladybug: I gotta figure out how to dehateify Chat Noir!
  • Brain ghost Ms. Bustier: the prince breaks the spell by kissing the princess
  • Brain ghost Rose: DO THE SMOOCHY THING
  • Ladybug: disclaimer—the following kiss is intended solely as a means of counteracting Dislocoeur's akuma-granted ability, and should not be interpreted in any romantic or otherwise non-platonic context
  • Ladybug and Chat Noir: *do the smoochy thing*
  • Rose: YES THIS IS PERFECT
  • Chat Noir: I don't remember any of that
  • Ladybug: good now end that f**ker
  • Chat Noir: *ends that f**ker*
  • Ladybug: well I guess we're done here
  • ROLL CREDITS

anonymous asked:

Do you know any fics with slytherin!harry. Preferably in the long range?

I have a few! I am very picky about my Slytherin!Harry, because I don’t like him to be OOC (sooo no Harry supporting Voldemort or anything like that) and I find that a lot of Slytherin!Harry fics make him into an entirely new character. I thought the following ones were very well done though!

Slytherin!Harry Recs

Leo Inter Serpentes by Aeternum (658K combined so far)- Just one conversation between two eleven year old boys goes slightly differently, and the world changes. Just how much will be different with Harry being sorted into Slytherin, and how much will stay the same?
My favorite Slytherin!Harry fic! It’s a canon re-write starting from book one, but enough things change that it stayed exciting throughout! Also Harry has a pet snake! And Snape becomes his mentor!! ALL THE GOOD THINGS!!! You should be warned that it’s a WIP. But the author is currently actively posting the 6th book, and I have hope it won’t be abandoned :)

Written on the Heart by who_la_hoop (114K)- Harry doesn’t mind that so many Slytherins from his year have returned to finish their NEWTs, really he doesn’t. It’s just – do they have to be so friendly? He’s not prejudiced, really he’s not. It’s just – they’ve got to be up to something, right? Unnerved by the attention he’s attracting from everyone – the Slytherins are the least of it, to be fair – and struggling with a raft of changes to Hogwarts itself, Harry wishes he could be happy that one constant remains: Draco Malfoy really fucking hates him. When he’s hit by an illegal love-spell though, Harry finds he has more to worry about than whether or not Blaise Zabini actually wants to be his friend. For if everyone affected has been blessed – or cursed, by the look on Malfoy’s face – with a magical tattoo revealing the name of their soulmate, what does it mean that Harry’s skin remains completely bare?
kfhdsjrg3hi SOUL MARKS!!! c;mbxneiu EIGHTH YEAR!!! rewuy,obsk AMAZING AUTHOR!!! Harry is forced to move to Slytherin!!!! Need I say more? Seriously, this fic is amazing. Harry doesn’t act super Slytherin, but he has to live there, so it counts, right?!

Malfoy Flavor by Vorabiza (199K)- Harry’s ready to banish the Golden Boy image and take charge of his life. Unfortunately for him, or fortunately, there are surprises in store for him.
Okay so this one might be a tiiiiiiiny bit ooc, but I LOVE VORABIZA’S STUFF and it’s so fun to read that in this case I don’t even care. Harry disguises himself as Dustin Snape (okay I know I also had to get over the fact that this is a horrible name) and “transfers” into Hogwarts and is a total badass and just READ IT.

Other People’s Choices by Lomonaaeren (49.5K so far)- AU. The Sorting Hat doesn’t just let the Sword go when it falls on Harry’s head in the Chamber, but also Sorts him again, this time into Slytherin. Harry is furious and terrified, and the adults aren’t helping much.
WIP. And I haven’t read it yet!!! But it looks amazing and Lomon is always amazing, so I am very excited for it to be finished. Also, if you are just looking for a Slytherin-esque (adult) Harry or Dark!Harry or Grey!Harry, she has written a ton of that in other completed fics!

Progressive Displacement by GatewayGirl (21K)- Harry didn’t mean the wish that way. From his point of view, it hadn’t even worked.
Another one I haven’t read! I just discovered it right this very moment while poking around to make this list, but it looks really good! I think Harry wakes up in several alternate realities, and he’s a different Slytherin!Harry each time. All I know for sure is that it starts with Harry taking Draco from Azkaban, and I love that <3

Cunning and Ambition by MinaAndChao (372K)- “The weak in courage is the strong in cunning” -William Blake. One small gesture and one simple sentence change lives, and through it, history. A Slytherin!Harry AU. Abandoned in the sixth book.
This series is a pretty straight-forward Slytherin!Harry re-write, and it stays pretty similar to canon. It was abandoned in Book Six.


Also soon (hopefully!!) you will be able to read my WIP, Test of Time! Harry and Draco both go back in time to just before first year, and Harry ends up being sorted Slytherin this time around. There will be Slytherin politics and Draco teaching Harry how to be more Slytherin (among many other things; this is just a side-plot), and it will diverge almost entirely from canon :D

The seventh year boy’s dormitory is quieter than it has been for ages. Its four occupants sit in a circle on the floor in the middle of the four-poster beds, around a piece of weathered parchment. It’s been a hectic spring, and Remus is glad for the chance to sit with his friends now and chew on a familiar problem. 

“I can’t believe we’re leaving in a month and it’s not finished,” James says with a deep sigh.

Sirius sighs, too, only slightly mocking. “End of an era and nothing to show for it.” 

“It’s not incomplete,” Remus protests, nudging their Map with his socked toe. “It works. It’s perfect, except for that one glitch. But maybe the Room’s magic is just stronger than our Map’s.” The Room of Requirement had been the one thing the four of them hadn’t managed to make appear on their paper model of the Hogwarts castle. Remus privately held that if their numerous spells hadn’t worked before, nothing else would - that particular bit of the Map had exhausted all of their collective creativity. 

The four of them stare for another minute or so, until Peter says slowly, “Do you guys think the Room of Requirement would make a deal with us?” 

“What kind of deal?” James asks, looking at Peter with interest. One of Remus’ favorite things about their ringleader is the way his whole conveys focus - even his hair seems to be paying attention. 

“Well, what if we left the Map in there overnight, with the understanding that if it adds itself, we’ll leave it in there when we leave. That way, it can meet the needs of future students who want to sneak around like we’ve done,” Peter suggests, speaking as though he’s figuring it out as he speaks. 

“Worth a try,” Remus answers. “The Room is at least semi-sentient, right? It can read our thoughts if we ask for something, so it should be able to understand us asking for a trade.” 

Sirius cocks his head to the side. “How is that any different than asking it to add itself? If it were possible to put it on the Map, it would’ve had to do it when we asked.” 

Peter nods, chewing at his thumbnail. “It don’t know. I guess it doesn’t take anything in return any other time.” 

“I like the idea of leaving it, though, Peter,” Remus adds. “Done or not.” 

“Admitting defeat, Moony?” James teases, ruffling Remus’ hair. “We’ll get it.” 

“Eternal optimist,” Sirius says affectionately. “But Pete’s right. Whether we get the Room on it or not, we need to figure out how to pass it on. Are there any worthy rabble-rousers in your care, Prongs? A gift like this from the castle’s one and only Head Boy would go a long way.” 

James ignores the jab. “I don’t think so…can you lot think of anyone?” 

Before anyone can answer, a regal looking school owl appears at the tower window. Sirius gets up ungracefully to take the letter, opens it, and says dryly, “McGonagall knows we raided Filch’s files. She said it ‘speaks to our skill and determination to get past the man’ but we’ve got detention with her on Sunday anyway. I think she just wants us all together to say goodbye - all we’re doing is writing lines in her office.” 

But Remus is still caught up on the first part, and looks over at James to see if he’s thinking the same thing. He is, evidently, because he picks up the map from the center of the floor and says, “We might need even more skill and determination to sneak something in.” 

And Remus is grateful that even though the end of their Hogwarts career is near, nothing has really changed at all. 

anonymous asked:

Swan queen prompt: Regina finally found a way to reverse the potion that didn't let her have children and is thinking of getting pregnant, then emma finds out and gets jealous because "YOU'RE ONLY SUPPOSED TO HAVE CHILDREN WITH ME"

(Well then, this came out a lot different than I expected. But here we go!)


Down in her vault, Regina flipped constantly through pages of various spellbooks. Her potions sprawled out over the place. Books thrown around the floor around her. Candles lit up to keep the light. Some almost completely burnt out as the wax trickled down onto the cobblestone it sat on. Regina herself sitting on the ground looking exasperated. Her face flushed, bags under her eyes from the lack of sleep.

“Useless… why did I do this to myself…” she muttered under her breath. “For what? To spite my own mother?”

She shook her head as it dropped down. “I can’t keep doing this…” her voice lowered exhaustively. Lids finally closing tightly over her eyes. Regina slunk down to her right side in a deep sleep. Finally, all her research and lack of sleep had caught up to her.

“Mom?” a teenage voice called out as Henry entered the vault. Stepping further inside he saw his mother collapsed on the ground. Quick to her side he checked to see if she was alright. A sigh of relief to find that she was just sleeping.

Shaking his head he looked around seeing all the books surrounding her. “Oh geez, mom….” Henry sighed as he sat down beside her. Stroking his hand over her head, through her hair. “What have you been doing down here?” he asked quietly.

Fingers brushing over the pages of the opened books. Brows furrowed as he picked up one of the books setting it on his lap. “What’s…this?” his eyes scrolled over the words, fingers tracing with as he mumbled under his breath. “Mom…” he sat down the book in front of him. Shaking Regina slightly, “Mom, we need to go home so you can sleep.”

Groaning Regina’s eyes fluttered open. “Henry it’s late…”

Laughing at her he rested his hands on his knees. “Not really, it’s actually only after seven in the morning.”

Shooting up from the ground Regina looked around. “Did I fall asleep here?” he clenched her teeth tightly. Another failed night of research…

“Yeah you did and I got really worried about you. Wasn’t sure where you were so I asked mom and grandma if they knew. Since they didn’t know I assumed you were either here or at your office…” Henry said as calmly as he could, a hint of worry lingering in the back of his tone. “Mom, what’s going on anyways? What have you been doing down here? I thought you stopped with magic…”

Sighing Regina rubbed her head as an oncoming migraine was beginning to form. Biting down on her bottom lip she looked at Henry. Large sad brown eyes as she took a deep breath. “I was trying to find a way to reverse a potion I took long ago… So far I’ve been coming up empty…”

“What potion was it?” he asked her curiously.

“To spite my mother… I took a potion that would leave me infertile… so I may never have children…” she said quietly.

“Oh…” Henry reached back down to the book in front of him. Handing it to his mother. “Is this what you were looking for then?”

Regina quick to take the book skimmed over the spell. Tears building in the corners of her eyes causing them to swell up she sat down the book. Reaching to wrap her arms around Henry. “Yes.. how did you….?” she choked out the words.

Returning the much-needed embrace Henry smiled teary eyed himself. “It was opened next to you… you probably didn’t notice it when you fell asleep.”

Pulling away Regina wiped her tears. Picking up the book she collected herself as she stood up tall. Walking over to the cauldron and potions she began to mix the ingredients it called for. “Thank you.” she said looking over her shoulder as Henry approached beside her.

“Welcome, mom.” he smiled as he watched her make the hopeful reverse potion.

As it finished mixing together Regina poured it into a vile. Looking at Henry who’d been by her side waiting for her. “Well, here it goes…” she smiled faintly. Anxiously she pressed her hand against her stomach while drinking the vile in her other hand.

“Did it work?” he asked as they left the vault.

Shoving a hand into her coat pocket, the other wrapped around Henry. “I don’t know…”

“Well do you feel different?”

She smiled at him and kissed the top of his head. “Yes… actually, I do.”

LATER……

Brushing her hands nervously over her black dress Regina took in a deep breath. “I can do this… I’m… excited to do this….” she whispered to herself before opening the door to Granny’s. The Charming family sitting at their usual booth Regina walked over taking a seat next to Henry.

“So what did you want to talk about? You seemed so excited when you stopped by the station.” Emma said looking over at her with a smile. A hint of curiosity hidden behind it. She hadn’t been able to figure out what Regina was so excited about since she stopped by to see her. Her heart fluttering when they exchanged a long tight embrace.

Crossing her leg over the other, fingers entwined as they rested on her knee. “Well, I have exciting news…” She took in a deep breath before looking at all the curious faces.

“It’s okay mom, just tell them.” Henry said reassuringly.

Emma nudging him, “Kid you know what this is about?”

“Yeah, I helped her out today with it all.”

“With what all?” Emma’s smile soon faded into concern as she looked to Regina.

“Well…. Emma.. everyone… I found a potion to reverse the one I took ages ago… I can now have children… I had stopped off at the hospital afterward to make sure it worked… and… it did!” Regina grinned from ear to ear. “So I was looking into having treatments of some sort since… let’s face it I’m never going to find my true love.” she said bitterly. “So this is the next best thing.”

Snow and David’s smiles stretched widely from ear to ear in the excitement of the news. “Regina! That’s wonderful news! We’re so happy for you! If you need anything, anything at all just let us know.”

Snow extended out her hand to rest upon Regina’s.

“Thank you, Snow, David.” Regina grinned nodding at them. Her heart pounding against her chest soon to halt at the sight of Emma’s expression. “Emma?” she asked worriedly. “Is everything alright?”

Biting down tightly on her bottom lip Emma nodded. Her voice low as she gestured for Henry to move from the booth to let her out. “Yeah, everything’s great. I’m happy for you. I just… remembered something is all.” She swallowed back after giving a quick faint smile. “I’m sorry, I have to go. Good luck. Regina.” she said with a final smile. This one sadder than the others before. Emma gripped tightly onto her red leather jacket as she stepped back turning around facing the door.

Regina puzzled at Emma’s reaction. Feeling her heart as if it was ripped from her chest.

Snow’s brows furrowed as she watched her daughter. Passing baby Neal to David she slid out from the booth. “Just give me one moment please.” she said excusing herself.

Her footing quickened as she headed out the door. Stopping and crossing her arms as she saw Emma standing at the edge of the sidewalk. Hearing her sobs. “Emma?” Snow stepped a little closer towards her daughter. Seeing the tears flooding down her cheeks as she turned to her. “Emma, what’s wrong?”

“It’s not that…I’m not happy for her.” She replied wiping her tears. Stiffening her posture. “I really am… I’m just….”

“Just what? Emma, I’m not unde—”

“Of course you don’t understand.” Emma spat out shaking her head. “I’m thrilled for her. How can I not be? I LOVE HER. I’m just wishing that I could have known and been beside her when she was staying up late looking for a way to reverse this. To be the person that was beside her looking into treatments. TO BE HER TRUE LOVE. IT SHOULD BE MY CHILD SHE IS HAVING. I mean, why not? We have Henry together…”

“Swan?”

Emma’s eyes shot back over from behind her mother. Seeing Regina pacing elegantly toward her. A blushing smile shining brightly as she approached her. “Do you really feel that way?”

“Yes of course I do,” Emma said staring into brown eyes.

One final step, tears building the corners of her eyes. Cupping her hands over Emma’s cheeks she smiled even wider. “Then let’s start a family together.” She said before pressing her red lips against Emma’s.

anonymous asked:

Dean has been trying to be open with Cas, telling him he's worried, we're better together and Cas doesn't really respond except with what could be called flippancy saying I didn't mean to add to your burden or betrays him again. So it's not that Dean needs to open his mouth, it's that when he does, he's shut down. This happens a lot in the series with other people too and I think we undervalue how much that shapes Dean's willingness to open up. As in, I think we often ignore it completely.

This is an interesting point, and the thing is, we’ve come so far in this ‘haha, we’re not describing a relationship, #no homo’ thing that the tropes of the genre have started to have an impact on the actual narrative of the show. Like, one of the main reason I don’t like romance movies is the lack of clear communication between the two main characters. I mostly hate it in its classic ‘chick flick’ form - ie, a woman going on and on with her girlfriends about how perfect this guy is and being encouraged to do all sort of ridiculous things to catch his attention rather than just talk to him - but if the movie is not subtle, I’m even capable of hating those pregnant ‘I wish I could come out and say it, but I’m too manly to’ pauses because, come on. Sometimes I truly find romance movies are the plague of our societies and are way, way more dangerous than horror or violence or whatever, simply because they set a model of behaviour for situations we actually encounter IRL - and the idea that we can’t communicate openly and honestly with each other, especially in a romantic relationship, is often at the centre of whatever demented story they’re telling.

Anyway.

I guess this is to say that miscommunicaton is a classic romantic trope and the most usual way to keep lovers apart (short of, let’s say, family obligations, mind control spells and terminal illnesses - not that Supernatural has used any of those, of course), which means neither Dean nor Cas are, at this point, to blame for any of it. It’s simply how the narrative goes, and one of the most tried-and-tested ways to preserve some semblance of UST and will they won’t they even in those circumstances where it’s very clear that yeah, they will. 

You say Dean’s been opening up, has been clear about what he wants, and that’s true. Dean’s been incredibly direct this season (and the last), not only with Cas, but with Sam and Mary as well. I think it’s unfair, though, to say we ignore it - some days, it seems we talk about little else: performing!Dean walls coming down, that’s a huge bout of character development, especially considering Dean’s worst fear is people leaving him, and, well - if you don’t come clean to someone, if you don’t tell them how much they mean to you, then you can hold on to the illusion they left because they didn’t realize how much they would hurt you - but if you’re clear about your feelings and you do your best and they still leave - ouch. Dean’s faced this dilemma with both Mary and Cas this season, and basically lost both times. His ideas of creating some kind of patchwork family - all of them safe, happy, and living right there in the Bunker where Dean can keep an eye on them and protect them - yeah, that didn’t work. Despite the unusually honest conversations he had with them, both Mary and Cas continue to do their own thing without much regard for Dean’s feelings - and I feel like I need to stress it’s not only a character’s ‘fault’, but a narrative need: to keep Dean on edge, and to make him miserable.

Something else we need to consider is that Cas is new to humanity and sees things from a completely different perspective. To him, human feelings are - well, not irrelevant, but I think he sees them as something so complicated and changeable that it’s not really worth analyzing them. Like, consider his impatience when Dean asked for help in how to deal with Mary - Cas is millions of years old. Planning a conversation, however life-changing that conversation may feel in the moment, is completely irrelevant on the long term - a speck of meaning against the backdrop of eternity, or even of a human life. When he shuts Dean down, he’s not saying he doesn’t care about Dean feelings; he’s saying everything will sort itself out, and why do humans always stress so much about such small and transient things? It makes no sense. Oh, and another thing that presumably makes no sense to him is Dean’s worry over him - Cas was created to obey and walk into battle and die, if necessary - nobody’s worried about his happiness or wellbeing for thousands of years - why would Dean? Cas is an angel - Cas is the (self-appointed) Winchester’s guardian - not the other way around. I know they keep telling him they care (sort of), but, again, different species here. And Cas also knows, because he’s seen it, that (unlike angels) humans are built to withstand grief and loss - that both Dean and Sam have done it, several times (that despite everything they’ve endured, they can still be sort of happy). To him, his own death is perhaps a matter of regret, of things unfinished, but certainly not something that’ll hurt either Sam or Dean in any definitive way - which is why he prefers to be out on the field and keep them safe, rather than staying close to them and avoid danger.

Finally, something about the mixtape scene. 

Keep reading

The Perfect Partner | Jimin

Pairing: Jimin x Reader 

Word Count: 1715

Summary: You needed a dance partner. Kim Taehyung knew the right guy for you. And that guy was Park Jimin.

Originally posted by btsgifdump

Keep reading

hello yes, it is i the most extra stan alive here with my theories of the entire flight log trilogy. i would like to remind everyone that these theories are my own interpretation and for you guys to take it with a pinch of salt. also, i would like to say i’m only running on 2 hours of sleep so if this post is messy rip please don’t blame me so let’s go!

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

Prompt idea; I didn't much care for what they did to Alex's Character in Monday's episode. So I was wondering if you could fix it. Like when Maggie asks Alex what's wrong, Alex actually tells her it's Kara's Birthday and Maggie's like 'then why are we going to a concert we should be celebrating your sisters birthday??'. And instead of pushing Kara towards Mon-el maybe Sanvers gives her a push towards Lena?

Hope this is what you’re looking for. P.s. sorry for any spelling and/or grammar mistakes: 

Maggie’s said it before, and she’ll say it again, she knows Alex Danvers. 

It’s only been a few weeks and she already knows Alex’s state of mind with just one look, especially when she doesn’t pay attention because an Alex Danvers that is distracted is a distraught Alex Danvers, there’s not an instance that Alex isn’t one hundred percent focused on something, whether it’s something as trivial as a crossword puzzle or taking down an alien foe. So, when she’s distracted, Maggie knows that something is wrong, that something is eating at her. 

The brunette places her beer on the kitchen counter and narrows her eyes at the agent who was lost in deep thought, wringing her hands a little while staring at a fixed point on the ground. “Earth to Agent Danvers,” Maggie prompts playfully to get her girlfriend’s attention. Alex jumps a little, her eyes unfocused, before she shakes her head and brushes off the strange distraction as though it never even existed, as though Maggie hadn’t just caught her looking longingly at her hard wood floors and, trust her, those floors are nothing to be desired. “What’s up with you?” Maggie asks. She’s not being harsh in her questioning, in fact, she turns her head to the side and tilts one side of her lips up in a curious smile. 

“What? Me?” Alex asks, standing up straight and crossing her arms across her chest. “I’m fine, there’s nothing wrong.“ 

“Alex,” Maggie’s voice is full of disbelief and she comes around the counter so that she is face to face with Alex instead of having a counter between them. “come on.” The detective raises an eyebrow, telling Alex that she wasn’t buying it, not even for a second. 

“It’s Kara,” Alex admits, she can’t deny it when Maggie asks her, even if Alex is pretty new to the whole feelings thing, besides, it’s Kara and Alex kind of feels incredibly guilty for the way she just blew off her sister. “I think I hurt her feelings.” Alex confesses. 

Maggie nods her head a little and opens her mouth, not quite catching how or why Alex had hurt her sister’s feelings but understanding that the two of them had an inexplicable bond that, as an only child, she’d never really experienced before. “Okay…?” Maggie says uncertainly, watching as Alex played with her hands again and turned around before turning back. It was also rare that Alex Danvers got so torn up and wound up like this - again, the Kara effect. 

The agent pauses and contemplates for a moment. She’s not entirely sure if she should share this information with Maggie, it’s a tradition only her and Kara have, even Jeremiah and Eliza hadn’t really celebrated the tradition with them, it was a sister event, it wasn’t actually Kara’s birthday but it was the day that she arrived on earth and the day they officially became sisters, but Maggie knew that Kara was Supergirl, that she was not of this planet, so what harm could telling her about this really do? 

“It’s kind of… Well…” Alex grumbles in frustration, she’s not sure how to explain the day to anyone, she’s never had to before since no one, other than her inner most circle of people, her family, know of it already. “Thirteen years ago my sister came to earth,” Alex says and Maggie leans against the counter, her full attention trained on Alex and what she was saying. “she became my sister,” Alex states. “and every year we have what we call ‘Earth Birthday’, it’s kind of Kara’s birthday, and it’s kind of not… it’s hard to explain, actually, Kara’s actual age is kind of complicated, her biology-" 

"Stick on topic Danvers.” Maggie interrupts with amusement because of cause her bio-engineer girlfriend gets excited and intrigued mid-explanation by alien DNA. 

“Right,” Alex says, she had been pacing during her explanation and comes to a halt in front of Maggie, looking her in the eyes, her own eyes sparkling a little. “every year we celebrate, just the two us, together, every year. It’s a tradition I guess and… I, um, well, I kind of…” Alex sighs and rubs her face with her hands. “I kind of blew her off… to spend the day with you.” For a minute, Maggie is stunned, clearly this day was very important, not just to Alex but to Kara, every year they celebrated it, and Alex had just cancelled? For Maggie? The detective could not have that. 

She crosses her arms across her chest and examines Alex for a moment, it was obvious that she was wracked with guilt, that she knew that this wasn’t exactly the right thing to do, that maybe she’d made a mistake, Maggie can handle rejection, hell, she wouldn’t have even considered Alex turning her down for the concert as a rejection, not when it’s her alien sister’s birthday. Sometimes, Maggie honestly didn’t get Alex’s decision making. 

“Go, be with your sister.” Maggie says and Alex, who had taken an interest back into the hard wood floors, head snaps up in surprise and Maggie smiles slightly, her lopsided smile that Alex loved. “Come on Danvers, why are we going to a concert? We should be celebrating your sister’s birthday,” Maggie says, stepping forward so she was only a few inches away from her girlfriend. “look, I appreciate that you want to spend time with me, actually, I love that you want to spend time with me,” Maggie was attempting to be honest. “but family is important too, and you shouldn’t have to sacrifice one relationship for the other. So,” Maggie smiles. “I’ll talk to my friend who’s working security, maybe I can get an extra ticket and Kara can come along. Of course only after you two have spent some time together." 

Alex pauses for a long moment, so long that Maggie thinks that maybe she was just never going to reply, before she breaks out into a huge smile and wraps her girlfriend up into a tight hug, planting a loving kiss to her cheek. She pulls back and places a quick peck on her lips and Maggie starts smiling like a brainless starstruck idiot as Alex spurs into motion - ah, the Alex effect. "You are seriously the best,” Alex says. “wait, do we have any cupcakes?”

//

A part of Alex thought that Kara wouldn’t open her apartment door and she’d be left standing there with a cupcake until the candle dwindled down to nothing and her human legs gave out to exhaustion but, of course, Kara does answer the door. 

The door opens slowly and Kara appears in the doorway with a semi-smile, it’s almost the familiar Kara smile except Alex knows her sister all too well, and she knows when something is bothering her, and something is bothering her - beyond just Alex that was. 

“Happy earth birthday, please don’t send me away,” Alex gives her little sister a wide, hopeful, grin and the blonde laughs, scuffing her sock clad foot against the floor. “I come in peace, look, I even brought a cupcake, it has a K.” Kara shakes her head and the smile that had been tempting her lips before tugs even more at the corners. 

“Is this your apology?” Kara questions playfully and Alex softens a little, feeling that guilt again. 

“I am,” Alex says and Kara leans against her door. “sorry that is.” Alex clarifies and Kara stares at her for a moment, her eyes drifting all over Alex’s face and, admittedly, lingering longingly on the cupcake. 

“You are forgiven,” Kara says carefully, stops eyeing the cupcake, and Alex almost rolls her eyes at Kara’s laser like focus on the cupcake - of course Kara was distracted by the food. 

“Go on, blow it out,” Alex encourages and the blonde’s face lights up. “gently!” Alex adds, remembering all the past birthdays when Kara had been distracted and forgot she sometimes had superbreath - they hadn’t exactly been the best experiences and Alex wasn’t keen to relive them either. 

Kara chuckles a little and leans forward to deliver a gentle blow that takes the candle out easily. Alex hands the cupcake over and Kara takes it with her broad smile and practically skips into the apartment leaving Alex to close the door and follow. 

The blonde grabs a plate from her cabinet and then some cutlery to split the cupcake in half for them to share. “So what changed your mind?” Kara asks curiously, sucking on her thumb afterwards to remove some icing that had gotten onto it. 

“Honestly,” Alex says, taking a seat across from her little sister. “Maggie.” Kara looks up at that and raises an eyebrow. 

“Really?” Kara asks dropping her knife in favour for a fork to eat the cupcake with. 

“She reminded me of what’s important,” Alex admits and Kara glances down at that, smiling softly at the confession. “and I mean, not just that but, you’re my sister, I’ve always got time for you Kara." 

"It hurt my feelings,” Kara admits, cupcake momentarily forgotten. “it’s just, with everything that’s happening with James and Winn and then Mon-El,” Kara makes a waving gesture with her hand, as though she was erasing all the bad out of the air, before she leans forward on the counter with a deep sigh. “I’ve been feeling, I don’t know, alone I guess.” Alex stays silent at Kara’s confession, knowing that, if she interrupted now, Kara wouldn’t explain all the way, and Alex wasn’t going to hand out advice on half baked truths - that never worked out well. "I just wanted to forget about all that and just spend time with my sister, you know, at least I still have you, and then when you blew me off I just… hurt my feelings.“ Kara shrugs half-heartedly and Alex’s eyes soften in response. 

"Kara,” Alex says, reaching across the table with her palm up and open, Kara stares at it for a moment, before she places her hand against it and Alex squeezes it softly. “I’m here. Always.” Kara nods at that and Alex withdraws her hand having comforted her sister. 

“Maggie’s new you know, I’ve never felt like this about anyone, never been this crazy,” Kara smiles at that, despite everything, she really was happy that Alex was happy. “it’s always just been me and you, you know, no one was really worth my time before Maggie, just you.” Kara chuckles a little and takes a bite from the cupcake and Alex grabs the other fork for herself. 

“So I’m trying to find a balance… because you’re really important to me, super important to me,” Kara snorts a little at that and Alex smiles in response. “I’m not going anywhere Kara, you know that right?” Alex nudges her foot against Kara’s leg, she’s honestly not even sure if Kara feels small nudges like that but she’s pretty sure she does. “You are not alone." Kara smiles so brightly that Alex wonders if maybe she absorbed too much of the suns energy and, before she can really process the moment, Kara is wrapping her in a tight hug, hard enough to make Alex a little breathless, but gentle enough that she wasn’t breaking any ribs. 

Alex chuckles at her sister’s enthusiasm but pulls back slowly from the hug, examining her carefully with a skeptical look. "What?” Kara asks, looking down at herself, wondering if she had cupcake around her mouth or something. 

“There’s something else bothering you,” Alex states, it’s not even a question, she knows Kara like she was herself. 

“No, nothing- nothing’s wrong.” Kara says in a way that tells Alex that there most certainly is something wrong. 

“Oh really? Because I’m thinking there’s a certain someone who you’ve been denying your feelings for.” Alex says as Kara sheepishly steps back to stand behind the counter. 

“Who? Mon-El? I already told him that I don’t like him like that-" 

"God no, that’s not who I mean.” Alex narrows her eyes and Kara has a sudden interest in the cupcake, playing with it with her fork. 

“James? I told you that-" 

"Not James either,” Alex interrupts again, crossing her arms across her chest. “I’m thinking dark hair, green eyes, owner of a huge company…” Kara shakes her head stubbornly, playing dumb. “Her name rhymes with Shema hoother…” That might just be the most ridiculous sentence that Alex has ever said in her life and still Kara just plays dumb, shrugging her shoulders to exaggerate that she wasn’t getting what Alex was saying. 

“Oh my- Lena Luthor! You know who I’m talking about.” Kara purses her lips at that before biting it and shrinking back slightly. 

Lena? Lena Luthor? Luthor? I don’t… pfftwhat? No, I don’t have feelings for Lena.” Kara says, suddenly very flustered, and that was severely unconvincing to Alex. 

Alex raises her eyebrows in disbelief and holds Kara’s gaze until she finally gives up the playing dumb act. “Yeah okay, I do,” Kara sighs and begins playing with the crumbs of the cupcake. “it’s just- Rao! I don’t even know Alex, it’s like she can see right through me, like, she smiles at me and I sometimes forget that I can fly, she makes me feel powerless, but in a vulnerable I’m falling kind of way, but there’s this history, you know, a Super and a Luthor? What kind of fanfiction is that?" 

"First of all,” Alex says with amusement. “fanfiction? I thought you said you hadn’t been hanging out with Winn as much?” Kara lets out a breath of a laugh at that. “Secondly, I know how that feels, it’s scary-" 

Terrifying.“ Kara says offhandedly. 

"Exactly, but, sometimes, some risks are worth taking,” Alex says gently, which seems to resonate with the blonde on some level. “I guess the only question you have to ask yourself is, is Lena Luthor worth the risk?” Alex says which sends Kara stewing in thought. The blonde blows out her cheeks and then sighs as a far away look forms on her face and, if Alex had to hazard a guess, she’d say that Kara definitely thought Lena was worth the risk. 

There’s a moment of silence between them, of Kara stewing in her thoughts, before Kara seemingly snaps out of it with her own conclusion made. “You’re right.” Kara says and those two words are enough for Alex to know that Kara had made her decision. 

“So what’s the plan for tonight?” Kara asks, changing the subject back to the blonde’s earth birthday. “It’s too late to take those dance classes.” Kara was down for lazing around in her apartment with her sister, watching old movies, or catching up on TV shows, while eating two whole pizzas, but Alex had a glint in her eyes, as though she has something else planned. 

“Well, first we can sit around, order potstickers and pizza-" 

"Potstickers and pizza? You really are sorry.” Kara teases and Alex rolls her eyes playfully. 

“Then later Maggie’s going to come by and we’re all going to go to that concert together, that’s got to be better than line dancing lessons.” Alex says, teasing her sister. Kara laughs and polishes off her cupcake with Alex before she responds. 

“That whole balancing thing?” Kara asks. “I think you’re getting better at it.” Alex beams at that and Kara stands up, practically leaping with happiness, a total contrast to what she had been a few hours ago, and Maggie was totally right, she shouldn’t have to sacrifice any of these two amazing relationships in her life for either one. 

At the concert, Kara even calls Lena (which Maggie is weirdly crazy supportive of - especially after witnessing Supergirl’s and Lena’s dynamic before), telling her that they need to talk, and the rest of the night was spent with the three of them singing their hearts out until their voices were sore, well, all except Kara of course. And maybe Alex had to give Maggie a piggy back at one point, teasing her for her height, and maybe later they made the girl of steel piggy back the both of them - that didn’t exactly end well though.

if this isn't love, then what is?
  • stefan salvatore:
  • she's the love of my life, i'd go back to her in a heart beat.
  • if it were my choice, i'd want to be with you forever
  • if it meant i got to be with her, have children, grow old with her.. if it meant we'd die together, be buried together then yes. i would take the cure
  • i would never hurt you, you're safe with me
  • when you and i were together every single atom in my body told me that it was the right thing. that we were the perfect fit.
  • actually i don't pretend to be anything when i'm with her. that's the whole point. i just get to be myself.
  • but you know, the life that we had, it was amazing too. and it wasn't a spell or a prophecy, it was real. we fell in love on our own.
  • you know, this is a future memory. it's where your boyfriend whispered to you that he loved you. i love you.
  • how do i not remember you? i mean you're smart, you're pretty, you're funny. obviously you're the strongest woman in the world.
  • every time that i tell myself that i'm moving on, there's this part of me that just can't seem to shake her.
  • i was a better person when i was with her. i didn't think i'd ever feel that way again. until elena.
  • i love you. i will always love you.
  • i love you so much.
  • i'm simply not able to resist her.
  • elena is warm and she's kind and she's selfless and it's real. when i'm around her i completely forget what i am.
  • elena gilbert:
  • i love him damon. no matter what i feel for you i never unfell for him.
  • no! you don't get to make that decision for me. if you walk away, it's for you because i know what i want. stefan i love you.
  • for once i don't regret the day before it begins. because i know i'll see him again.
  • but i love stefan, it's always going to be stefan.
  • it's you and me stefan, always.
  • i thought i couldn't be with you stefan but i can. you don't have to push me away. i can do this.
  • but i love you stefan. I love you stefan, you.
  • i cant lose the way i feel about you.
  • i dont want us to be apart anymore, ever.
  • stefan, my wrist. here. take my wrist. you need more blood. i trust you.
  • i cant lose the way i feel about you.
  • i love him damon. he came into my life when i needed someone and i fell for him instantly.
  • i kind off felt like i didn't know how to live anymore but then being with stefan... somehow i figured it out
  • i love you so much
  • i picked you because i love you. and no matter what happens that's the best choice i ever made.
  • look, he would never give up on me so i'm not gonna give up on him.
  • i love you stefan. hold on to that. never let that go.
  • other tvd characters:
  • katherine: you'd never look at me the way you look at elena, would you?
  • klaus: now this is fascinating i've never seen this before. the only thing stronger than your craving for blood is your love for this one girl.
  • klaus: and that's why you're her better option. i personally think she's wasting her time with damon.
  • rebekah: i envy that. you and elena. i envy the love you have.
  • klaus: well crazy or not that kind of love never dies.
  • caroline: i'm sorry but stefan is your epic love. and i'm not going down without a fight.
  • rose: stefan is different. his love is pure, he'll always be good for him.
  • klaus: personally i don't see a fairytale ending for you. all i see is stefan and elena.
  • klaus: must be hard trying to live up to stefan. he stopped himself when i compelled him to feed on elena. that's love.
  • lexi: when it's real you cant walk away.
  • caroline: you and her - epic. her and damon? ew
  • gloria: there's this girl with a necklace. you love her. you'd do anything for her.
  • damon: you're still wearing this necklace. isn't that a reminder of your unbreakable bond with stefan?
Beauty and The Beast Sentence Meme
  • "How can you read this? There's no pictures."
  • "Some people use their imagination."
  • "This is the day your dreams come true."
  • "Well there's the usual things: flowers, chocolates, promises you don't intend to keep."
  • "As I always say, 'if it's not Baroque, don't fix it'."
  • "If I didn't know better, I'd say you have feelings for this monster."
  • "He's no monster. You are!"
  • "Enchanted? Who said anything about the castle being enchanted?"
  • "You are positively primeval."
  • "I warned you never to come here! Do you realize what you could have done?"
  • "I've come for my father. Please, let him out! Can't you see he's sick?"
  • "Wait! Take me instead!"
  • "Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle."
  • "For beauty is found within."
  • "If he could learn to love another, and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken."
  • "For who could ever love a beast?"
  • "I've been burnt by you before."
  • "By the way, thank you for saving my life."
  • "It's not right for a woman to read. Soon she starts getting ideas and thinking."
  • "I'd like to thank you all for coming to my wedding. But first, I'd better go in there and propose to the girl."
  • "It is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight. And now we invite you to relax, let us pull up a chair, as the dining room proudly presents: your dinner."
  • "She's so beautiful and I'm...well...look at me."
  • "You can start by making yourself more presentable. Straighten up. Try to act like a gentleman."
  • "There's a stranger here."
  • "Come on out and fight!"
  • "Did you honestly think she'd want you when she had someone like me?"
  • "Impress her with your rapier wit."
  • "I don't usually leave the asylum in the middle of the night but he said he'd make it worth my while."
  • "Don't talk like that. You'll be alright. We're together now, everything's going to be fine, you'll see."
What Carats love about Seventeen: In my aggressively passionate POV

S.coups: Why you have to be GODDAMN made of 100% father material?Like we didn’t ask for a second (or third if you into that shit ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ) dad thank you very much sir. Also choke one of the members with your gorgeous muscles again I DARE YOU.

Jeonghan: Standing next to this naturally beautiful lil shit makes me look like a trashcan with legs (not even cute legs T-T). He swindles so flawlessly like boi teach me your ways. ಠ_ಠ So much to the point that I question how many times he got away with it….

Joshua: Why do you have to be so pure and kind? Why has the darkness of the 12 evil boys around you not ruin your purity yet? WHY CAN’T I RUIN YOU! OH SHIT and your rap skills? SLAY THE CHARTS BOOBOO! Like get me some of that “Yo burger king…I’m the rap king….you make my wanna sing” action! Such meaningful lyrics BTW.

Jun: Hey Jun. NoW look here sOn. You can’ be fuckn cute and fukin hotter than a devil’s dick at the same time okay? My heart doesn’t have enough capacity for that BS. Pick one or GTFO (nooo wait stayyy)

Hoshi: Your boi making up dances as he breaths. Yeah I saw those noodle dances created right on the spot. Much impressed aight? BUT stop looking into my soul every time you deliver hip thrusts. I don’t wanna want to at first be looking at your squishy hamster cheeks and THEN BOOM looking at your other squishy cheeks (if you know what I mean) within a split second. ╚(•⌂•)╝

Wonwoo: Aye someone put some child safety locks on those cheekbones because they are sharp and extremely  dangerous. Voice so deep I can fall inside and never GTFout of it. Here. HOW ABOUT I START A PETITION to keep Wonwoo locked up (preferably in MY basement) just to keep carats safe from that beautiful hazard of a man. + Don’t get me started on his dad jokes.

Woozi: talent,TaLenT, TALENT. Your oozing with talent. How can such BOPS come out of your ass in such a short period of time??? I can’t even write a short paragraph due in a week for school like MY GOD, REST and lay down for a bit.  (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻

DK: Okay DK you have to calm down with those high notes because you’re making my ears greedy -_-.  Trying to listen to songs without your DK charm is hard man. Over here sitting and waiting for “DK’s high note;” like TF if a song aint got it I’m leaving, bye. Why you gotta ruin me like that?ლ(ಠ益ಠლ)

Mingyu: Quit being perfect . Hannah Montana told me that nobody’s  perfect and your seriously ruining her song for me. Thanks btw. Cooking, cleaning,styling,sports,eating,breathing,living like WHAT CAN YOU NOT DO? (Other than DROPPING EVERY FUCKING THING that comes in your possession-including a dog that one time) And that slight lisp you have that makes my heart melt? Yeah quit it. I can only take so much cute. >-<

The8: back at it again with thughao. Boi known for going from this:               (=^-^=) to this  (⌐■_■)=/̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿, in the course of 2 comebacks. Bro you gotta stop attempting to speak Korean because your fukn adorable accent is killing me slowly. B-boying skills too on point you gotta sit down and like let ME rest for a second because just watching was tiring T-T; but knowing you: you’d just keep going. BTW I’m gonna steal your earrings. (>’-’)> WATCH ME.

Seungkwan: Beyonce who? Mariah Carey WHO? Nah bitch it DIVABOO. And I though I  knew what sass was! Seungkwan, babe you gotta stop being so lovable and energetic. Like I don’t come over to seventeen videos to be attacked by light in the form of a 5′9, squishy, 19 year old Korean man with the last name BOO. (And a first name I STRUGGLED to spell for the first MONTH of stanning these lil shits. ( ._.)

Vernon: Don’t even get me started on Vernon………..NO, I’ll get myself started! Okay Vernon chill with your facial structure and expression. Like.  I didn’t ask to be blinded by chiseled perfection okay? And why you gotta be so fkn WOKE™ ? How can you see everything in such a positive light? How does one be so free spirited and open minded. How does one retain so much passion without bursting into little unicorn happy bits? Like seriously;The world is shit: ACT LIKE IT.  (/゚Д゚)/

Dino: Stop trying harder than me dammit! ( ಥـْـِـِـِـْಥ)  I can’t keep being one uped by you, Makne Dino. It’s like a constant game of “Everything you can do I can do better” Like God damn, I can breath you can breath better! I can kinda danc-wait no i can’t; BUT YOU CAN. I can kinda si-wait no I can’t; BUT YOU CAN. I can kinda appreciate my exis-wait no I can’t. bUt YoU CAn! Ugh! Stop being so multi-talented it’s make me sick!

Remedy

Tags: @the-shewxlf, @megant22, @sexywolfsfordays, @houseofrahl, @sterek-basically, @kittycatgirlmaddie, @misshinehou, @unbreakablevoices, @champagneblues, @dallysgreasergirl, @juliaspnlover, @cineyou, @lipstickstainsandwerewolfchains, @fallenangel-13x, @urwarriorangel, @bless-my-demons, @lunaskyhunter, @arkhamirwin, @fangirlnerd101, @m-a-t-91​, @meanwhilesmiley​, @edithambroreigns​, @totallovelesson@kxttykatmichael

Word count: 1697

Author’s note: So, here’s one of the promised works, woohooo! My pack told me they aren’t familiar with the series, so it makes me even more excited to be able to introduce you to the astonishing world of House MD. :3 (Those of you who have never heard of the series: you might want to take a look at this video. I spent quite a bit of time with picking out the best that more or less sums up this complex series, and in the end, I settled on this one.) As for the picture, I’m not even the tiniest bit sorry ;) (I have a thing for uniforms and suits, seriously… if this is a disease then I’m incurably infected.)

Betas: @i-am-a-misguided-misfit, @lipstickstainsandwerewolfchains, @mixed-up-fangirl, @kittycatgirlmaddie, @fallenangel-13x, @the-shewxlf, @b-chocolatelover, @from2016, @safiac, @random-fandom-fangirl2112

Again, thank you your work, sweets!! ❤️

Masterpost

Your name: submit What is this?


I don’t have to hurry now, because we don’t have a new patient at the moment. Our last one was sent out of Princeton-Plainsboro safe and sound two days ago, and since then, I haven’t seen my boss’s—Gregory House’s—face. My colleagues have been busy with minor jobs, so the privilege of being in charge instead of House landed on me in the end; I have to take care of his private hours to deal with people who come to see a doctor for an illness as simple as a flu or a running nose. Of course, it was inevitable that Cuddy grew suspicious after she found everything perfectly documented and done in connection with that genius man’s consultation hours—hence, after one of the controls, she entered the room, only to find me sitting with the notepad overlapping my thighs, papers in hand, faking House’s signature on each one of them.

Since then, I’ve been forbidden to take care of the people and do House’s job instead of him, which is why my current task is to try to reach him through his phone and pray him back into the hospital to do his work properly instead of having me do it for him—but I know the only way to coax him back is finding a new case, but it’s not as easy as one might think; finding something that genuinely piques House’s interest is like looking for a needle in a hayrick.

Right now, I’m standing at the nurses’ desk with a random person’s file in hand, roaming over the lines idly just to kill the much time on my hands with my phone plastered between my cheek and shoulder to keep it in place, waiting for the dialling tone to end and hear House speak on the other end of the line—which never seems to happen.

Exhaling an exasperated breath, I place the document back into the folder holder before deciding to head to the ER. I need to find something to do, even if just a quick job, otherwise I’ll most likely go nuts by the end of the day due to a fried brain. I adjust the white labcoat and my ID card clipped to it, before picking up a stethoscope to hang it in my neck. Upon entering the ER, I look around to see a few nurses dealing with all the patients. Thankfully, upon scanning the area, I notice Allison Cameron; without thinking, I approach her in hopes she could help me, albeit she’s busy on her own.

“Hey, Cameron,” I greet her. She doesn’t even look at me, being too preoccupied with removing broken splinters of glass from a man’s skin with a tweezer.

“Lockwood,” she replies, only with a quick glance cast at me with a small smile in the corner of her mouth, then her blue gaze is already gone, focused back on her patient, resuming her task at hand.

“Do you have something for me?” I ask with just a touch too much desperation in my tone. I find myself cracking my knuckles in anticipation in the pockets of my gown.

“House is not back yet, is he?” She forms that as a question, but I have a feeling she meant that to rather be a declaration. She knows House like she knows the back of her hand—all those years she’s spent working for the man, she’s gotten used to his erratic behaviour.

“Nope. And he won’t pick his phone up either.”

“And he won’t do that unless he has a good reason to,” she points out the obvious to me; that much I know, too.

“So do you have or don’t have?” I insist stubbornly. I can’t let everyone just shake me off because it would be too inconvenient for them to find a task for me. I’m an intern, that’s part of what they are supposed to do for me. After a couple moments of contemplation, Cameron offers, “A police officer was transited here not ten minutes ago. Gunshot wound.”

“Where do I find him?” I ask immediately. She points behind me with a mild jerk of her chin, and I turn to see my new patient, but instead of himself, I find myself looking at a pale turquoise curtain. I hastily pick up every tool I’ll need to take care of the officer; I arrange everything on a metal tray before taking off towards the cop. Tucking the curtain away, I finally see him—laying on the bed, palms covering his body where the bullet passed through his skin, wide eyes now trained on me after his attention was attracted at me by the loud swoosh.

To be honest, when I was told that a member of the force was shot, I expected anything but an arrest-worthily stunning man. I thought I would find myself face to face with a tad obese man who consumes too many doughnuts during the free periods in his shift, maybe in his late forties, too—but instead of that, my patient is an attractive man with firm tones and a sculpted body. When I glance down at his chart where a nurse has previously written his data, I quickly calculate in my mind that he’s twenty-six. Years before I joined health-care, such a scenario had already been on my bucket list, but I wouldn’t have dared to think it would come true once.

Looking back into his eyes, a shiver runs down my spine when I notice how much his gaze has changed—now it conveys anger and impatience, and I would like to believe it’s not because of me, but because he was shot and is now frustrated that he can’t do justice in town.

“It takes ten minutes to treat a cop on the ER?” His voice stings me to the core, but I choose not to let his bitter remark get to me—just because he has a bad day, doesn’t mean mine has to be ruined, too. Instead of biting back something in response, I jovially smile at him as I set the tray down beside the hospital bed he’s occupying, after closing the curtain back behind me. The loud smack of the rubber gloves sharply reverberate around us as I’m putting them on.

“I imagine you don’t get to handle everything all at once, either,” I can’t resist commenting, but there’s no actual heat behind it. That seems to have the desired effect on him, though, because his stiff posture softens, tension apparently seeping out of his frame. I reach for a small cloud of cotton that I drench in the disinfectant just moments later. I grab the piece with a tweezer, then move to treat the abused area of the man’s skin. He pops the buttons on his uniform without a word, opening the garment up and revealing his naked upper body to me. It sways me a little, but I gain my strength back quickly. “This may hurt a little,” I say gently, but I must sound like I’m trailing off—and I probably am, because I’m transforming into the detached doctor I’m supposed to be at the moment.

The tiniest hiss is what I get in return to my warning as soon as the puffy material touches the wound. After I’m ready, I launch into fishing out the bullet from his body—no operation is needed, because it’s not in too deep, thanks to the bulletproof vest he wore, but had taken off before I approached him—now it’s laying on the chair stood next to his bed, long forgotten. The officer’s torso is covered in blood, and the more ministrations I do, the messier it gets, so from time to time I need to swipe him clean.

The silence settled between us is just stretching and stretching, none of us seems to have any intentions of breaking it anytime soon. Thus, the sounds of the rest of the ER encompass us—the intermittently ringing phones, the general hustle and bustle of people, patients and nurses included, a voice calling Dr. Wright to head to the nurses’ desk through the speaker, and conversations that are muted to low buzzing in our ears.

For some reason, I feel tempted to ask him how he got shot, so after a short consideration, I do just that. His answer throws me for a loop, however.

“I don’t know.”

“How can you possibly not know that?” I ask before I could stop myself and think otherwise. My hand stopped over his wound without my consent, but the bullet is out of him, and I only need to stitch him up now, so it’s fine. He doesn’t take my question personally—more so, he seems embarrassed about it. I instantly say it’s never mind, and go to resume my work, getting ready the needle and the thread, when he abruptly speaks up again. For some reason, it gives me the sense that he feels like sharing right now; not just anything, but his darkest secret, and he thinks I’m the perfect recipient of his honesty.

“I have no clue what happened. Suddenly I blacked out, then the next thing I know is that I’m in an ambulance on my way to the hospital.”

My eyebrows knit together in confusion, but refrain from commenting anything this time. I do ask him, “Did you black out after being shot or before that?”

The officer purses his lips into a thin line, apparently deep in thought to give me a plausible response. He ends up answering, “I’m not sure.”

The words barely leave his mouth when I’m muttering in a flurry, “Wait a second, I need to make an important call,” pulling off the gloves from my hands clumsily, while I’m already trying to reach for my cell phone. I put distance between the man and me, phone already plastered to my cheek and my other hand covering my free ear, find an abandoned and remotely silent corner outside of the ER, then wait for the dialling tone to stop before starting to talk.

“House, I think I found us a new case.”

thegaypumpingthroughyourveins  asked:

Like, Graves needs help on a case, and he's utterly desperate, alright - he researches books in his library and stumbles upon this thing about demons who supposedly know everything ? and he shouldn't, really, but he does anyway. blood, pentagram, candles, he feels silly and then he feels sillier when the demon who appears is - is cute as hell. what the heck. he didn't order that. oh shit.

Ahhhh Demon!Newt!!! I started writing this on my lunch break bc i couldn’t wait. Read it here or read it on Ao3

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

The chocobros s/o is an important lady of Lucis. After her parents death during the darkness, as the older children, she takes the power of her family's land. But her brother, jealous of her, decides to kill her and take control. But the assassin's sent by him didn't make it to kill her, just hurt her. The guys knew straight away it was their s/o brother's doing. So how they react and pass to action?

Hey anon! Just want to apologise for how long this took to get filled- are short headcanons okay? You’ve already specified all the details of the scenario so I guess I’ll just jump right into initial reaction and actions :D Enjoy! <3 (Note: Noct’s turned into a mini-drabble because I didn’t know how else to write his).


Noctis: Noctis emerges from the Crystal after ten years of darkness has already plagued the lands of Eos. The first person he wants to see when he arrived in Hammerhead is you. He’s desperate to see you because Talcott has told him briefly about the attempt on your life two years back. All Noctis knew was that you inherited your family’s land and property in the rural outskirts of Lucis. He was fairly sure that the culprit was your brother, but he didn’t want to confront him until he had an opportunity to speak with you. Time was running short for Noctis anyways- he had to bring the light back to Eos. He had to make all the time he had left last.

Noctis’ heart aches when he finally sees you limping about Hammerhead, dressed in your black skinny jeans, worn leather boots, armguards and grey t-shirt. You hair is done up and you wore a cheery smile on your face despite your permanent injury dealt by your younger brother and the unending darkness.

“Y/n…” Noctis calls out, his voice hoarse from not being used for so long. Talcott gives the two of you some privacy, and the other guys, despite wanted to see Noctis just as much as you did, kept to themselves a little while longer to give the two of you privacy. Noctis both felt bad, and glad about that. He really needed to ask you about what had happened in his absence. When you finally managed to meet him half way, he wrapped you up in a warm embrace, inhaling your familiar scent.

“Noct… it’s been a while. You’ve got a beard. You look like a king.” Noctis nodded his head, shutting his eyes in an almost pained expression.

“Where did he hurt you?” Noctis asked, not beating around the bush at all. You pulled back carefully and stared him in his deep blue eyes.

“I’m sorry?”

“Where did he injure you, two years ago? When you had a dispute over the land you inherited?” Noctis clarified, his expression serious. You raised an eyebrow at his questions.

“You think my brother did it?” You ask incredulously. But there was a tinge of sadness in your eyes as you regarded Noctis. The new king sighed and pulled you back into his chest. You let out a sigh of your own. “He shattered my femur. I have a rod in place there now, but it’s still uncomfortable. The fact that there’s no sunlight for vitamin D intake didn’t help the healing. But I’m okay now. I’m safe…” you trailed off, eyes tearing up as Noctis leaned back and regarded you with a concerned expression. “I made sure… that he could never hurt me again, Noct. You don’t have to worry about me.”

Noctis’ eyes widened. “You mean…?”

“He’s dead. I fried him… with a thundaga spell. It was my life or his. It haunts me even now. He was my baby brother but-” you started to hyperventilate when Noctis stopped you from speaking with a soft peck to the lips.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry. It’s okay now. I’ll protect you- I’ll bring the light back, and I’ll make sure you’ll live a long, safe and happy life. I promise you this.” Noctis whispered into your ears, pressing tender kisses to the shell of your ear. You sighed, and shut your eyes tight. You ignored the shaky element to Noctis’ voice and snuggled deep into his chest.

He was hiding something… but from the moment you met him, he had never gone back down on any of the promises he made you.

You trusted him to keep you safe.


Prompto: Prompto tells you to be careful when you initially find out about the land you inherited from your parents. You tell him not to worry about anything, and that you’re going to be fine and perfectly safe. You didn’t know of anyone who held a vendetta against you and you were confident that you were well-liked by all. Even in the rare cases where you had some people who didn’t exactly enjoy your success and nobility in this life, you were sure you could defend yourself against them and whatever they threw at you. So when you were surrounded by three assassins in the middle of the night in your makeshift bedroom in Hammerhead, you were very confused and felt betrayed.

The only person you knew who could have possibly had the power to hire assassins to come to your exact location and terminate your life was none other than your dear baby brother. You’d struggled, and gotten grievously injured in your struggle against the assassins, but had come out alive. Barely able to drag in complete breaths, you quickly called Prompto and relayed the situation with what energy you had left before you passed out on the floor.

When Prompto arrived and saw the carnage in your room, with you lying unconscious in the middle of it, he was absolutely furious. No one had ever seen the happy-go-lucky blond in such a state before. It was absolutely terrifying. He’d made sure that you were safe and treated for your injuries before pressing a soft kiss to your temple and making his way out towards your brother’s rag-tag base a few miles off of Hammerhead.

When he arrived there, he used his guns to reign havoc on the base. Bodies fell here, there, everywhere, but Prompto kept a straight face. The nervous boy from the beginning of Noctis’ journey as King was long gone, and replaced with the heart and soul of a merciless warrior.

In this world of darkness, Prompto had to be as such.

Prompto finally reached your brother’s quarters and found him huddled against the corner of his tent in fear. Prompto cocked his gun and tipped his head to the side in mock contemplation. “Should I spare you? Tell me… I want to know your opinion.” Prompto asked, his voice soft. Your younger brother began to nod, fear in his eyes, and Prompto’s eyes hardened. “Wrong answer.” A shot rang out and a body slumped to the ground. Prompto’s heart began to race, as it always did when he took a life. But he just gulped and turned away from his mess.

He put his gun away and made his way back to you. He didn’t ever want you to know what he did. He was afraid you’d hate him- but it had to be done. Your brother attempted to end your life, and so Prompto ended his.

Simple.


Gladio: When Gladio came back from his latest long-term hunting mission, he was told by Cindy that you were not in a good state. You were injured pretty badly, with a deep gash running across the top of your back, and you had a hard time staying awake for more than an hour at a time. Gladio immediately made his way to your room and sat with you until you awoke from your slumber. When you blinked up at him blearily, he was almost afraid that you had forgotten who he was. But then your eyes shot open in recognition and your hand weakly reached for his own.

“Gladdy… I feel like shit.” Gladio frowned at you.

“What happened?”

You sighed and shrugged. “I don’t even know. I was walking back from trying to gather some herbs for Iggy in that dirt patch we call a garden, you know, the one with all the light shining onto the soil? Yeah so I was doing that, and suddenly I was on the ground on my front with a woozy head and a hella lot of pain across my back. Apparently, I lost a lot of blood.”

Gladio sighed and shook his head.

“Do you know who did this to you?” you shrugged at his question.

“I don’t know for sure- maybe someone who wants my parents’ land? Remember how I was telling you about how they died at the Citadel raid all those years ago? Cor finally managed to get me the deeds to their land and I’m the official owner. Though, no one actually knows about the fact that I am now the owner of that land besides you, Cindy, Cid and my brother.” You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “And Cor. You don’t think it was Cor, do you?” You suddenly added, your eyes widening comically. Gladio rolled his eyes at you and shook his head.

“It was your brother for sure. When was the last time you saw him?” Gladio asked, his tone inquisitive. You tilted your head to the side, wincing as your skin on your back was pulled slightly with the movement.

“Um, a week ago? Exactly two days before the attack… oh.” You deadpanned suddenly, realisation hitting you fast and hard. “Well, that complicates things.”

Gladio nodded. “Uh huh. Want me to deal with it?” You shook your head.

“I don’t want him dead, big guy! You’re like an under taker, oh my Six!” you cried out softly, but dramatically. Gladio grinned and patted your knee gently as he stood up and grabbed his weapon. He got ready to leave your room, and you felt your chest tighten at the sight. “Gladdy, I’m serious. If he was the one who was responsible, I still don’t want him dead. He’s my baby brother and I love him no matter what. Promise me you won’t hurt him too bad?” you pleaded.

Gladio nodded. “Yeah… fine. Not too bad. Just enough so that he gets a scar that he’ll see every day and remember not to mess with you ever again. That freaking punk…”


Ignis: When you’re rushed into the infirmary at Hammerhead, Ignis drops everything he’s doing and fumbles to your side. Being blind, he was unable to see exactly what was wrong with you, but from what he was hearing, he could tell it was bad. He heard the sounds of machines beeping, and a lot of murmurs and chatter. Prompto had grabbed Ignis by the arm and led him out of the room to sit in one of the benches outside while the medics worked on you and your rather serious injuries.

“What happened to her?” Ignis asked, his voice uncharacteristically shaky. Prompto squeezed Ignis’ hand, equally shaken.

“She was attacked. They think it was the work of her brother’s assassins. They left a note- it said something about taking back what was rightfully his.” Prompto answered quietly. Ignis let Prompto hold onto his hand as the two of them waited out on the bench for any news on your status. Ignis took a deep breath after a few moments before turning his head towards where he thought Prompto was.

“How bad… did she look?” Ignis asked tentatively.

“Pretty bad. Pale. Lots of blood. Her arm was bent a weird way. Severe burns to her hands- though they look self-inflicted. She wasn’t the best at using Noct’s offensive magic.” Prompto chuckled humourlessly. Ignis allowed himself a sad smile and nodded.

“Indeed. When she gets better, I must teach her how to control her power. She has talent, but she is scared of it.”

Prompto nodded. “It’s scary to hold that much power. People can come after you for it.”

“Like her younger brother came after her life in exchange for their kin’s land.” Ignis said carefully. Prompto sighed and hummed in agreement.

“Yeah. Exactly.”

The two men sat on the bench for at least fifteen minutes before speaking again.

“So… apparently y/n did a number on the other guys. They were all reported dead.” Prompto supplied, sounding rather despondent. Ignis frowned.

“That’s a good thing, is it not? She survived because she killed.” Ignis supplied amicably. Prompto let out a troubled sigh. “Was her brother part of the massacre?”

“Oh,” Prompto squeaked, “he was, uh, especially dead. Like a roasted chikatrice. But… human. And her brother. Thing is… I’m not sure she even knew what she did. The forensic guys from the Crownsguard Force said that the magic discharge looked involuntary and uncontrolled. She might not have even known that what she was doing was killing those people. She just wanted to survive. Fair enough, I say… but what do we tell her?” Prompto asked, sounding troubled.

Ignis bit his lip and stood from the bench, and seeing this Prompto also stood beside his friend. “We keep it quiet. We disclose minimally and if asked about her brother, we feign ignorance.”

Prompto gaped at Ignis, not that the taller man could see blond’s reaction.

“We lie to her? About this?”

Ignis nodded. “Indeed. It’s for her own mental well-being. The guilt would kill her. She loved her brother dearly.”

Prompto sighed once more. “Okay. Whatever you say, Iggy.”

Ignis bit the inside of his lip and clenched his fists tightly.

If only he was there with you. If only he was able to be useful and protect you. This wouldn’t have happened. This could have been avoided.

anonymous asked:

Up until recently I believed love spells to be something only found in books & movies & even then they often didn't go as planned. You tend to mention them a lot in passing on this blog. I was wondering about how much influence they actually have. There is this person I am in love with & I would love to have a chance with them but I believe that if they haven't seriously friendzoned me that they probably see me more as a sister. Although we are great friends, romantically fear he's way out of my

league. Could a love spell really change all of that?! And to what extent? If a person is set on seeing you a certain way. Set on loving another as their girlfriend & loving you as just a friend, could a love spell change that? Uproot their way of thinking so that is more in line with my desires? It’s just knowing the person the way I know them that seems so… impossible. I guess what I am asking is… is do people sometimes resist love spells? If so how? And is there a way around it?

Love spells have a bad rep because they can be very messy if they’re not handled well and they’re not always the kindest option. In fact, they are most often quite forceful. There are ways to make gentler love spells, but the ones that I’m asked for aren’t always those kinds. 

Love spells can have a lot of power. 
But love spells are just magic. Magic is only ever as good as the magician casting it. 
You can give a potent love spell to a beginner witch, but it doesn’t mean the spell will be incredibly successful. You can also give a beginner spell to a skilled witch and they can make that target person completely submit. 

Yes, love spells can make people fall to their hands and knees in worship, but if it happens, it’s because the witch who cast it knows what they’re doing. It takes witch fire and skill. 

Now, can a subject resist a spell? Absolutely, and it can create a very messy situation if they do. Love enchantments that roll right off of someone are not often because that person is resisting them, it’s simply the sign of a spell with some sort of flaw. Potent love spells will bewitch whoever the target is and make them drool over whomever the caster intends. Spells that are in-between cause complications.
The feelings have penetrated the mind, they exist, but they aren’t loud enough to put that person under. Sometimes, they can fight it and kick the spell out. Other times, they will become quite frustrated because they don’t necessarily want the feelings, but they’re there and can’t get rid of them. And sometimes, they will eventually concede to the spell and follow the feelings, despite the fact that (unbeknownst to them) they are artificial. This also all depends on the person being put under the spell. A person with a strong will can be difficult to enchant. 
Love spells, if done right, can be effective and painless. Broad love spells, not well directed, can create a mess. Find the missing scale on the belly of the beast and shoot Cupid’s arrow. A strong arm and good aim will guide it. 

Why 686 was the final nail in the IchiOri coffin...

I remember after I read the chapter all I felt was eerily fine. That’s fucking crazy cuz as a shipper, I was “supposedly” defeated. The evidence of a big-eyed, incest-looking baby LITERALLY staring me in the fucking face should’ve made me feel depressed as fuck but it didn’t. No lie, reading it the first time hurt like a bitch, the fact that Ichigo literally laid down and fucked her with those half-assed feelings of his made me sick, but even so I never felt like I lost and I couldn’t figure out why. What makes Ichiruki so great that it defies a canon where Ichigo knocked up another woman? Well, I’ve been thinking and there are actually a couple of things that point to Ichiruki being the true OTP of Bleach and Ichi//hime as nothing more than a crackship especially with all the evidence from the last chapter.

I’m gonna say this rn. Chapter 686 of Bleach is Kubo’s most subtle way of making Ichiruki canon.

 I know, chapters 685 and below made Ichiruki canon but y’all 686 was the icing on the fucking cake. If you looked at my other post, you know I firmly believe that this ending was intended to be bad and I stand by that. You know why because EVERYONE doing OOC things means intent. If everyone was in character and did things that they loved or could be seen doing except Ichiruki then that means that Ichiruki was not the true endgame. In this scenario, there is a happy mold being set for the story that has to be consistent for all of the characters. There can’t be some characters that have good ends and some characters that have bad ends in the same story, they either have to be all relatively good or relatively bad. By the way Bleach ended, Kubo went with the relatively bad ending route which means that Ichiruki can not be together. If they were then that would make them a bad ending for the characters. Think of it as Kubo’s worst case scenario and here’s the thing….it actually makes sense within the context of the story. You know what makes it understandable….Ichigo.

I know I was fucking pissed when I thought that Ichigo gave up on being a Shinigami because he wanted that shitty of a life. I was mad at his decision but I never thought of his reasoning and that’s when I started thinking…..What if Ichigo did it all deliberately. Ywach said that he would find the future where he was most happy and fucking annihilate him, right? So what if Ichigo listened…what if he actually headed his warning and decided to become miserable on purpose…. It would make sense, if he really wanted to make sure Ywach never hurt anybody in the future, he would have to do one thing 

….give up his own happiness… 

…and like a domino effect, the other nakama, the soul society, everyone followed suit. If Ichigo had left the human world, Orihime would face the fact that her love would never come to be and she probably would have been more ambitious. Ishida and Chad would probably have followed Ichigo’s lead and done things that they truly wanted to do, they also would have felt a greater need to protect people because they want to make up for Ichigo not being there like they did in the fullbring arc. Ishida would have been there for Orihime after she matured and moved on and they probably would be together (Ishida being so alone and isolated felt so intentional in the chapter, especially after all the hinting throughout the manga, I really do believe that Ishihime would be the true happy end where Orihime is finally on the recieving end of love and Ishida being the one to reciprocate her love). On the flipside, Ichigo as a shinigami would keep the Soul Society from returning to its former corruption. He would be able to enforce more change as a Captian or head Captain. He would be able to be by Rukia’s side every single day. He and everyone else would be without a doubt the most happiest they’ve every been. But that couldn’t happen, because Ywach would come back and destroy them all. So Ichigo became our tragic hero, sacrificing himself for the good of everybody.

I think that not only did Ichigo give up his happiness by choice, he did it with reason. This isn’t me reaching or grasping at straws, I do believe that this is not much of a stretch for Ichigo to act this way in the story.The thought of a villian, that broke his sword fucking thrice despite all his powerups, coming back to destroy everything might’ve been a very valid reason for Ichigo to be OOC and stay where he doesn’t want to be. Furthermore, Kubo has never really been a blunt type of writer (except when it comes to propping Ichiruki). He loves the meta, the beneath-the-surface type of shit, the impied meanings rather than the spelled out ones. It just makes sense, everything you see in 686 is the bad end that happened because of Ichigo and what does that bad end include……….. Ichi*hime married with a kid. 

because of this we can conclude that in no way IH was intended as endgame 

With the way Kubo wrote IH, it can’t even be seen as an true endgame ship just based on their interaction alone. Even with my bias and 686 reasoning aside, they are truly just a weak ass ship… and what really gets me is the fact that THERE IS NO FUCKING EXCUSE. Kubo has shown to be more than capable of drawing Rukia sense things about Ichigo, know how to cheer him up, and protect him so why doesn’t he ever do those things for Orihime? Because he doesn’t want to. He always chooses to have Orihime be the selfish one or the clueless one. Even the fucking Ichi//hime conversations are drawn to be less entertaining. I’m not exaggerating when I say that Ichi*hime has been disserviced so many times in this manga that they can’t even be considered a rival ship to Ichiruki. 

The bias is just too damn strong against this ship with one of the most famous examples being in the beginning of the HM arc. We all know it. Orihime tries to cheer Ichigo up after he gets his ass kicked and still can’t control his inner hollow. She fails and despairs about not knowing what to do. Rukia shows up ,in the most dramatic way ever, knows immediately that something’s wrong and cheers him up like it’s fuckin child’s play. She does it so damn well that Ichigo’s ass is full out smiling and teases her with ‘You’re really noisy, you know that!’ and that’s the point! Tell me one thing that Orihime has done, that Rukia hasn’t done better……. You know what tell me something Orihime has done, that Rukia hasn’t done at all.…that’s right you can’t. If we really compare Orihime to Rukia, Orihime is just barely as competent as Rukia when it comes to knowing and supporting Ichigo. She is always shown to doubt Ichigo and his abilities, where as Rukia is always shown to have an unbelievably high amount of faith in Ichigo. Orihime claims to love him for five lifetimes, but she is the only person in canon to say that 'I can’t see myself reflected in his eyes.’ and 'It’s really you Kurosaki-kun, because of the long hair I wasn’t sure.“ 

She couldn’t tell that if he was her love of five lifetimes because his hair was longer?? what kinda shit! not to mention Rukia’s looking at her like she’s stupid And it’s exactly because of little shit like this that IH just doesn’t work as a true endgame ship.

Hell, they don’t even work as a shock factor ship because that would require Bleach to have a good end. They exist as nothing more than a crackship for Kubo to make fun of.

But the ultimate thing that really tells me that this manga was not intended to end with Ichi*hime is the fact there is not ONE moment in the entire fucking manga where Ichigo stops to just acknowledge Orihime.

This was made glaringly clear when I read 686, and I realized that in all the time he’s known her he never truly compliments her strength, never just thinks about her in relation to him or even just in general. He never went “Orihime really treasures her friends and is kind to even her enemies…I’ve never noticed that before…” or “Orihime’s always worrying about me, she should worry about herself more…” or some shit (but then that would require that she actually has character outside of her Ichigo crush). In all of those chapters, no meaningful action was communicated on Ichigo’s part. And again it’s not that Kubo is incapable!! There’s been too many times where he’s made Ichigo think of Rukia, be awed at Rukia’s power, contemplate how her absence affects him, wonder if he can keep up with the speed of the world without her, and think of how kind she is. SO AGAIN THERE IS NO FUCKING EXCUSE FOR WHY KUBO DIDN'T DO A FRACTION OF THE SHIT FOR ICHI/HIME!!!!! Say what you want about the Naru*Hina relationship, Kishi at least had Naruto clearly acknowledge Hinata. Kishi even did it very early on in the Chuunin exams, when Hinata fights Neji. Naruto goes from thinking of Hinata as that weird, shy girl to someone he can actually relate to. Naruto hears her back story and identifies with her being called a failure. He was so fucking moved that he fucking shouts from the stands and cheers her on! And throughout the whole match, his attention is focused solely on her! And when she looks like she’s been defeated, he is the only person to say “No! She’s got some more fight in her!” And when she stands up, he nods and looks so proud of her. And what did he do after Hinata was defeated by Neji, he picked up some of her blood that she coughed up and swears a vow to win in her fucking honor!!!!!   Hmm, it almost reminds me of Ichigo SWEARING TO HIS MOTHERFUCKING SOUL TO SAVE RUKIA FROM EXECUTION! Ichigo has never thought as highly of Orihime. Ever. 

Ichi//hime’s main argument against Ichiruki is the classic “Orihime is the only one that showed romantic interest in Ichigo.” or “Ichiruki has no romantic development”. Well, the thing that they continue to miss is that surface level, shoujo-type moments are meaningless when compared to the more meaningful aspects of a relationship. You can blush at people you barely know, but you can’t trust them with your life or respect their judgments and opinions. 

Just the way Rukia commands his attention whenever she’s in a room…

 ….or whenever her life is in danger.

How just the sound of her voice can make him focus… 

….and stir his emotions…

And it’s that same attentiveness that was so clearly missing from Ichigo in the final chapter when Orihime was concerned. So clearly, like throughout the entire manga, there is only one person who Ichigo completely focuses on.

This is the moment Ichiruki became officially canon. This animated banter with Rukia is canonically the happiest moment of his intentionally unhappy life.   

Let me say it again for yall fam…

ICHIRUKI. IS. OFFICIALLY. CANON.

WE

ARE

CANON

OFFICIALLY.

Originally posted by sparkleslikeus

Go on and let that marinate.

Originally posted by simliler


Ichiruki has always been one of those ships that say it all without saying anything, and this is no exception… 


Edit: I almost forgot…a moment of silence for all the illiterate Origos out there, who will undoubtedly fail to understand how and why this logical explanation makes sense. For those who only understand things when they are spoon-fed to them, this post must be really difficult to read and comprehend. I honestly feel nothing but pity for you all and your mental health since it prevented you from truly experiencing Bleach the way it was intended to be. But It’s okay, go back to look at your incest baby Kazui and headcanon a final chapter better yet a whole manga where Ichigo pays more attention to Inoue rather than Rukia. Right now the only thing I’m sorry about is the fact that your ignorance has been rewarded. A good ending would’ve let you down gentler.

Originally posted by realitytvgifs

  • V: *breathes*
  • Yoosung: You're swine. You're a vulgar little maggot. Don't you even have the slightest clue as to how pathetic you are? You worthless bag of filth. As they say in Texas, I'll bet you couldn't pour piss out of a boot with instructions on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won't go away. A cock-wart. I would rather kiss a Persian than be seen with you. You are a fiend and a coward, and you have horrible breath. You are degenerate, noxious; basically, an ideal fuking moron. I feel debased just for knowing you exist. I despise everything about you. You are a bloody nardless newbie twit protohominid chromosomally aberrant caricature of a coprophagic local parasitic pond scum and I wish you would just go away. If this were Sparta, you would have been cast to death at birth. You're a putrescence mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are a jerk, a cad, a weasel, a waste of MY oxygen. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon. You are a bleating fool, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done. I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformity. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention that you smell? If you aren't an idiot, you made a world-class effort at simulating one. Try to edit your writing of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it more rapidly. You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs. You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You're a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won't have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot. And what meaning do you expect your delusionally self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have with us? What fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake? You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile one-handed slack-jawed drooling meatslapper. On a good day you're a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go. I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid. Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid so stupid that it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid collapsed on itself so far that even the neutrons have collapsed. Stupid gotten so dense that no intellect can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on Mercury stupid. You emit more stupid in one second than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. Your writing has to be a troll. Nothing in our universe can really be this stupid. Perhaps this is some primordial fragment from the original big bang of stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond the laws of physics that we know. I'm sorry. I can't go on. This is an epiphany of stupid for me. After this, you may not hear from me again for a while. I don't have enough strength left to deride your ignorant questions and half baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of this drivel. Duh. The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. I have snipped away most of what you wrote, because, well? it didn't really say anything. Your attempt at constructing a creative flame was pitiful. I mean, really, stringing together a bunch of insults among a load of babbling was hardly effective? Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more success. True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us normal people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are challenged persons in this world who find these things more difficult. If I had known, that this was your case then I would have never read your post. It just wouldn't have been 'right'. Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you, especially in your pursuit of fictitious girls that you like to post here.
  • P.S.~ You are hypocritical, greedy, violent, malevolent, vengeful, cowardly, deadly, mendacious, meretricious, loathsome, despicable, belligerent, opportunistic, barratrous, contemptible, criminal, fascistic, bigoted, racist, sexist, avaricious, tasteless, idiotic, brain-damaged, imbecilic, insane, arrogant, deceitful, demented, lame, self-righteous, byzantine, conspiratorial, satanic, fraudulent, libellous, bilious, splenetic, spastic, ignorant, clueless, illegitimate, harmful, destructive, dumb, evasive, double-talking, devious, revisionist, narrow, manipulative, paternalistic, fundamentalist, dogmatic, idolatrous, unethical, cultic, diseased, suppressive, controlling, restrictive, malignant, deceptive, dim, crazy, weird, dystopic, stifling, uncaring, plantigrade, grim, unsympathetic, jargon-spouting, censorious, secretive, aggressive, mind-numbing, arassive, poisonous, flagrant, self-destructive, abusive, socially-retarded, puerile, clueless, and generally Not Good.

Some Mama Snow with a side of suggested Tinkerhook and early CS. Set at the end of 3x03 just after they picked up Tinkerbell. Inspired by the Snowing song in the musical number but contains no spoilers. Just my headcanons. Unbetad


Hook and Tinkerbell–still weird– lead the way through the jungle, walking almost shoulder to shoulder and talking in low voices. The sight unnerved Emma. It wasn’t hard to guess that those two had history but what kind? It hadn’t escaped Emma’s notice that Hook hadn’t lifted his sword toward the fairy or that he had called her pet names in that frustratingly familiar way he had. There was still so much she didn’t know about him, couldn’t trust about him.

She looked behind her to see Regina following, deep in thought and barely aware of where she went. For some reason the mayor trusted Tinkerbelle to help save Henry and maybe that should be enough. Emma turned back around and caught Hook grinning at the fairy. Her stomach gave a twist and she gritted her teeth against the surge of what she wouldn’t admit was jealousy.

She looked away peering into the jungle and refusing to care who Hook smiled at.

“Hey.”

Emma glanced up to see Mary-Margaret falling into step beside her.

“Hey.”

“You okay?” Her mother’s eyes traveled to Hook and then back at Emma as if she guessed at something. Emma’s defenses flared up, first Regina called him her boyfriend and now Mary-Margaret was giving her that look.

“I’m fine.”

They walked in silence for awhile and Emma could feel the other woman thinking, trying to work out a way to say something. Emma squirmed inside. Her confession on the log the other night had been difficult but it had connected them in a way that reminded Emma of her friend, Mary-Margaret and not her mother, Snow White. She must have felt it too because she had seemed intent on strengthening it; dropping comments and sending Emma glances throughout the day. It was kind of sweet, it was kind of annoying.

“I talked to birds,” Mary-Margaret burst out.

“What?” Emma’s steps faltered and she stared at her before continuing to walk.

Mary-Margaret gave a self-conscience smile. “I know it sounds insane but–“ she shrugged. “It’s one of the few things the Disney movies got right.”

Emma blinked trying to process the information. “Okay. You talked to birds.”

She nodded. “And my horse and sometimes chipmunks.”  Emma felt slow, like she was missing the point entirely.

“Why exactly did you talk to them?”

“Because I had no one else to talk to.”

It was said openly, honestly, without the pain or hostility Emma would have expected. Her brows furrowed.

“It started just after my mother died. I would just tell them everything I was thinking or feeling and they would chirp back and somehow it made things better. When I lived in the woods sometimes I wouldn’t see another person for weeks. The animals kept me sane.” She gave a little laugh. “Or I guess as sane as a woman who talks to animals can be.”

Her voice was bright a small, smile on her face but Emma sensed the pain behind it. Regina coped with sharp barbs and snark, Hook with innuendo and smirks, and these were methods Emma understood and accepted, but to face pain and loneliness with a smile and hope the way her mother did was harder for her to grasp. Mary-Margaret hid behind smiles, so often that Emma sometimes forgot that she was hiding, that she wasn’t as untouched by pain or sorrow as she appeared. Feeling awkward with the revelation Emma used one of her own weapons.

“Okay. Well, I guess as long as you didn’t sing to them it’s not so crazy.”

“Actually–”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

“It was a spell!” Mary-Margaret protested.

“A singing curse? Really?” Emma shook her head and grinned. “And I thought tromping through Neverland with Captain Hook, the Evil Queen, Snow White and Prince Charming was the pinnacle of weird.”

Mary-Margaret chuckled beside her. “Something tells me your life might get much weirder.”

“I sure hope not. This is about all I can handle.”

“No. You can handle much more. You can handle anything.” The faith in her voice made Emma’s throat close up. She hadn’t known how much she needed that little boost of confidence.

Emma smiled her thanks. They fell into a companionable silence that lasted until they reached their camp. And it wasn’t until she was laying down to sleep that Emma found herself wondering just how a singing curse would work. Images of every Disney musical number she had ever watched flashed before her eyes. She would ask Mary-Margret in the morning about it. And it was that thought that followed her into sleep and gave her some very interesting dreams.