but i like how this ended up for the most part

All Too Well | Pt. 5

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 5,434


You wish that your natural inclination toward Yoongi’s gestures, thoughts, and emotions was something you could flick off like a light switch. You wish you could turn off certain memories and knowledge, how you could tell and understand so readily about what Yoongi was thinking about.

The boy use to always be a stellar liar, able to cover up his emotions well in the form of a defense mechanism, but over the time you got to know him and date him and love him, you’ve always been unbelievably good at reading him. You understood better than most about how the air around him hung and what kind of emotions were always just brimming underneath the surface.

But you hate having that kind of knowledge now. You hate knowing that even after all this time, all this distance, after that heartbreak, Yoongi still cares. He cares so, so much, that desire swimming underneath the surface, he cares so much that the thought of you running off with Hoseok is enough to make his blood boil.

You never wished you could unlearn something more. You wish you could forget the way he looked at you that evening in Tokyo, telling you he didn’t care about you and he didn’t care about you and Hoseok when it was so glaringly obvious that he just cared too much.

That’s probably where things started to change between the two of you.

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anonymous asked:

do you think the hotel scene in episode 8 is just a bunch of time lapses as well?

yes!!!! @stardefiant​ & i were talking about that one as well. you can notice it right off the bat with even’s voiceover towards the end of the first scene:

it’s a line that we find out is not actually said until:

which means that isak was most likely recalling the words during the first scene we’re actually shown – which puts the third scene we saw in the hotel room before the first scene, if you’re going by the hints skam is throwing at us.

but i think that’s the best part about this entire scene; the ambiguity of it all – we don’t know the actual order of how things happened (except for the first part and the last part, ofc, when even leaves the room with nothing but his shoes on); all we know for sure is that everything did happen, just maybe not in the order we were shown it did.

you can narrow the reasons for this down as much as you want, really; you can even choose to believe they happened in the order that they did, if you’d like! i personally like to believe it’s all part of the limited pov technique, though – we’re being presented the scenes in the order isak is recalling them, perhaps based on the impact they had on him, considering the clip as a whole is quite literally an entire time lapse (15:15 - 1:01) 

i personally believe the sex scene happened last – maybe right after the “infinite time” scene happened – considering that, when the clip switches to nighttime, isak is on the right side of the bed, where he’d been laying during the sex scene, and the opposite of where he’d been laying during the “infinite times” scene:

and that maybe the mini burgers scene actually happened first.

and then of course we have the obvious time jumps once nighttime officially hits – the blackouts, the ones that kept us all on our toes and had all of our hearts racing because what the fuck, what is happening.

(especially non-norwegian speakers, oh my god)

and then the time jumps at the very end, where isak is desperately searching for even, the shaky cuts from one angle to another – thinking about it is literally fucking with me again.

this is definitely the most obvious example of skam’s use of both time lapse and time jumps, i think. this is where you see the true impact of them. don’t you think it’s crazy, that something like that can change your entire attitude towards a scene?

you knew something was off. the entire time, you knew something was off, and you felt it in your guts, even if you couldn’t put your finger on it first – and that had a lot to do with the limited pov we were offered and the time lapses/jumps in the entirety of the clip.

it’s something skam does so often and should really be appreciated more because even though it’s not the greatest in film & editing, our tiny show is actually brilliant when it comes to small techniques like these and applying them to the tone they want to portray during a scene and making you feel things and see it in a enTIRELY DIFFERENT LIGHT i love it. i love it

Hi everyone, I’m Dev! I’m an illustrator/concept artist, I don’t play otome and I never even liked romance - I have no idea how I ended up here but welp, what’s done is done. Hello MM fandom! I’m usually active…ish in monster-centered fandoms, which means I usually fangirl over scaly drooling toothy things rather than 2D boys. Expect both from my blog! I’m a reptile lover, a gamer and a workout junkie. MM is now my playground for practicing group illustrations and slice of life c:

Feel free to send me pms or asks - I’m not the most eloquent English speaker but I love meeting new people!


If you are interested in stories with happy endings, you would be better off somewhere else. In this story, not only is there no happy ending, there is no happy beginning and very few happy things in the middle. […] Violet, Klaus, and Sunny were intelligent children, charming, and resourceful, they had pleasant facial features, but they were extremely unlucky, and most everything that happened to them was rife with misfortune, misery, and despair. I’m sorry to tell you this… but that is how the story goes.

asoue + a gifset per episode ≡ bad beginning: part one


*Daveed Diggs x reader
*Word count: 1206

Summary: You and the rest of the original cast are hanging out at Daveed’s apartment for a little cast party when somehow, Oak gets the dumbest idea to play seven minutes in heaven, and now you’re stuck in a closet with Groff and Daveed doesn’t like that very much and basically iT GETS WILD K

A/N: Okay, so I’m ALMOST finished with part two of Broadway, but of course, I ended up getting writers block right in the middle of writing it and now I can’t seem to think of any good ideas for it and then this fic happened. Requests are open and I’ll try to get Broadway out sometime this week! Love you guys :)

Warnings: Um the usual ,,, cursing and love confessions whooP

Originally posted by wegotitmadeintheshade

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” You mutter as you take off your most precious possession, a diamond necklace your mother had given to you when you were younger, and put it into the beanie that Oak was holding out to you with a smug expression.

“Relax, Y/n/n,” Groff teases as he puts his watch into the beanie, using your childhood nickname that you despised. “Yeah,” Daveed snickered, sitting on the other side of you. “It’ll be fun.” You scoffed, blowing your hair out of your eyes as you turned to face Daveed and Groff with an incredulous expression. “Yeah, for you guys.” You huffed, crossing your arms and trying to ignore the blush that decided to make an appearance on your features when Daveed slung an arm across your shoulders.

Of course, that blush didn’t go unnoticed to Pippa and Lin, who simply looked at each other and smirked, before turning away and facing you two again.

Eventually, everyone had put an item into the basket and now Jazzy was drawing an item from the beanie, and when she finally pulled it out, everyone groaned when she pulled out Anthony’s bracelet, “no fun,” Renee complained, shaking her head before laughing a bit at the irony of Jasmine pulling out her boyfriend’s item.

“Whatever, let’s go,” Anthony laughed, leading Jasmine to the closet. “Don’t be too loud, you two! We’re still here!” Lin whooped, snickering a bit when you leaned across to smack him gently on the shoulder.

Seven minutes later, both Jasmine and Anthony walked out, Anthony with a smug expression and Jasmine with her cheeks tinted pink and disheveled hair. Oak whistled, winking playfully at the two.

“Alright, Groffsauce, it’s your turn.” Oak called out, handing the beanie to Groff so he could draw something from the beanie. He then pulled out your necklace, which made him immediately stand up and bow in your direction, using his fake British accent he used every night, “M’lady,” he teased, holding out his hand for you to take.

Of course, you didn’t notice Daveed tensing up when you took his hand and allowed him to lead you to the closet. “Don’t go crazy!” Anthony laughed, high fiving Lin and Oak, whereas Daveed just crossed his arms and muttered bitter words under his breath, which made everyone turn their attention to him and laugh.

“What? You don’t like it that your girlfriend is in the closet with Groff right now?” Lin cooed teasingly, pinching Daveed’s cheeks which made him groan and slap Lin’s hands away. “Shut up, she’s not my girlfriend,” he pouted, and it was obvious that he was upset.

“This is a stupid game anyway.” Daveed muttered, running a hand through his wild hair. “Chill out, D.” Renee rolled her eyes, “you’re acting like a child. You know they don’t like each other romantically and nothing’s gonna happen.” Daveed sighed, he knew it was true, but there was still this lingering feeling in him that wouldn’t go away.

After the seven minutes were up, you and Groff walked out, Groff sporting lipstick on his cheeks and forehead, which made everyone whistle playfully. “I’m never cleaning my face again, my love.” Groff sighed playfully, pretending to swoon as he took your hand and batted his eyes. You both sat down and you cupped his face, “I’ll love you forever, my dear.” You pretended, trying not to crack.

Daveed couldn’t take that and immediately stood up, muttering something about grabbing a drink and storming off, his fists clenched.

You frowned, removing your hand from Groff’s and looking at everyone, “what happened?” You wandered, making everyone shrug, yet you knew that from the expressions they all had, they knew. But you didn’t push and only sighed, getting up to go find the man and ask him what was wrong.

You found him, pouring some vodka into a shot glass and chugging it immediately, slamming the small glass cup onto the marble counter. “D?” You wandered, moving towards him and gently placing your hand  on his bicep, frowning up at him. “What’s wrong?”

He shook his head, rolling his eyes and muttered something, though you couldn’t understand.

This went on for a few more minutes before you got annoyed, pulling away from Daveed and glaring him. “Daveed, look at me right now.” He groaned, setting the glass he was ready to drink down and looked at you with a stone cold expression.

“What’s up with you? You were fine before me and Groff went into the closet.” You ranted slightly, “and now- now you’re acting like a child! And I don’t know how to help you!” You threw your hands in the air to make it a bit more dramatic, narrowing your eyes at him.

“God, it’s nothing, Y/n. Just leave it alone.” He growled, shaking his head.

“But it is something.” You argued back, stepping a bit closer to him which made him narrow his eyes as he took a shaky breath.

“Fine, you really want to know?” He cracked, making you nod your head. “I-I, I love you,” he laughed, no humor lacing his voice as he spoke. “This is so cheesy and stupid but when I saw Groff pull your stupid necklace out of that stupid beanie, it was the worst feeling in the world.” He continued. “And I know you would never date him and he doesn’t like you romantically but it’s still an awful feeling-”

“Daveed, shut up.”

He stopped, looking down at you with a hurt expression when you pulled his face down to meet yours, pressing your lips to his.

It took a few moments for him to reciprocate but he finally did, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you up onto the counter, kissing you as if he stopped, you’d be gone.

You both eventually, and reluctantly, pulled away to catch your breath, smiling breathlessly at each other.

When you both went back, hand in hand, you were greeted with this scene~

“Who the hell put a deck of cards in the beanie?” Oak groaned, frowning at the deck in his hands which made Lin sheepishly raise his hand.

“What? Did you seriously think we would make out? Nuh uh. We’re gonna play Go Fish for the next seven minutes.”

“Why do you even carry a deck of cards with you?”

“You never know when you’ll need them.”

“You’re so weird.”

“I know.”

“Most patients undergoing phalloplasty won’t have nearly that many [complications] to worry about, though it should be mentioned, there’s no way to tell ahead of time if you will or won’t have trouble with complications,” Gerbil says. “In my case, I had several severe strictures – to put it bluntly, my new dick’s urethra kept ‘healing’ itself shut.”

Well, that sounds like a curse from a Stephen King novel. How bad was it, really?

The road to peeing freely included “two attempts … to cut out the sealed-shut parts and tie the ends together,” then sliding a camera up his dong (pause for wincing), and eventually “two separate stages of a urethroplasty, where skin was taken from the inside of my mouth and rolled into an entirely new urethra.”

Yep, there are parts of his mouth in his dong.

The Perilous Journey Of Turning My Hoo Hah Into A Dingaling

Forever and Ever- Klaus Mikaelson

Originally posted by theiropinionsdonotdefineyou

Request// I’d like to request a Klaus x reader where he turns the reader because they’re in love and they sleep together and it’s her first time and fluff please

*I’ve separated the smut from everything else with an ‘x’ so you can still read it even if you don’t wanna go through the naught parts! So sorry to the anon who sent this to me. I started it but then got distracted by the Derek week that just ended. Just know that I really really love getting requests from you guys! Please keep asking for stories and I’ll keep trying to write them to the best of my capabilities*

To most, Klaus had been the monster that scared small children and the myth that lurked in the shadows. The only that wrong with their assumptions was that he wasn’t a myth at all. He had been alive and well for centuries and how somehow ended up with you. You had met a year earlier at a ball in New Orleans and ever since, you had been captivated by one another. Klaus once thought of it as a hex by a vengeful witch but you had thought of it as fate.

You and Klaus were polar opposites. Where he craved vengeance, you pushed for peace and when he demanded blood to rain through the streets, you were the only light that could bring him back from his darkest hours. You were his Persephone and he was your Hades.

“Tell me another story, Klaus,” you whispered into his ear as your laid against him.

“What do you want to hear about this time?” His body moved closer towards you as your fingers wandered through his hair.

“I want to hear about life in the 1920s.”

“The Roaring 20s, eh?” You could feel a low chuckle run through his stomach.

“That’s what they call it, nowadays.”

“I was a different back then, love,” he said quietly. “If you think that I’m dangerous now,you couldn’t bare to see me decades ago.”

“Well, then,” You turned his face to look towards you and gave him a friendly smile. “How about just the good parts?”

He swallowed and took a moment to think before answering. “There was no other decade like the 20s. The first World War had just ended and the cities were exhilarating, always stirring with life. Alcohol had been abolished in 1920, but if you knew the right people, you could still get your hands on it.

“What really made the decade so exciting was the clubbing. That’s when people really came to life. Big bands played for hours on end and flappers danced the night away. Somedays, I wish I could go back to those moments.”

“I wish I had the chance to experience the 20s.”

“You still have decades upon decades to experience, Y/N. Don’t get caught up in the past, especially if it’s not your own.” He smiled down at you as he teased you.

You try to smile back, but the enthusiasm wouldn’t stick. “That’s the thing Klaus..”

“What is it, love?”

“I… I want to spend years with you.”

He looked worried, knowing your words ran deeper than he could see. “And it would be my honor to spend the years with you.”

“In fact,” you pulled him closer, bringing his forehead to yours. “I would love to spend eternity to you.”


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shinee as i see them

i got an ask recently asking me to get fake deep talk about how i personally see the shines, so…here we go ;; disclaimer: this has far too many metaphors but am i supposed to stop myself? the answer is no. enjoy :’)


you gotta start with the leader, right? now, i’ve always found jinki the hardest to place. i’m always running my mouth off with metaphor after metaphor about all of the members, but..i’ve never quite understood what to associate with jinki. in the end, i think that’s what makes him cosmic. jinki is something i can’t quite understand. he’s the member who most prefers to keep his shinee life on a different plane than his home life. he shows us a part of himself, but the rest of him is such a mystery. he’s such a galaxy in his existence to us. a universe full of so many endless sparks of life and love in all that we can see. his voice, his smile, his laugh, his stage presence, he just wraps us up inside his cosmic whirls in the first moment we see him. in a flash we’re surrounded by awe inspiring swirls of something so much more beautiful. his tones envelop us in warmth and his movements pull us toward the stars. it’s only when we’re fully immersed within the galaxy that is jinki do we realize how little we really know about where we are. we can see what’s around us, but we don’t know what lies in those furthest recesses of who he is. that, i think, only makes this that much more beautiful. he is remarkable in what we can see, and even more in what we cannot. jinki is a mystery, but we all can’t help but fall in love.


for the past few weeks i’ve been in the dead of winter, and that’s where i’ve seen jonghyun. jonghyun, to me, finds his place in the winter night. whether cold and biting in the still air, or brisk and sharp with whipping frosty winds, he’s there. he exists not as a counter to the cold that’s outdoors, no, but he exists hand in hand with the cold. his big eyes sparkle like the moon off the snow drifts, while his smile makes his little teethies twinkle like near-fallen icicles. his hair, often dyed the frostiest white, exists in tandem with the crystals of ice that frolic in the air all around. all pretty parts of him shimmer like the cold still world around him. jjongie just…reflects everything about a cool night. there’s a sort of..solace…that comes with jjongie. and when i say solace, i don’t mean loneliness. i mean solitude. a gentle, quiet, comfortable sense of aloneness. when i think of this aloneness in the midnight air, my mind turns to blue night radio. jonghyun, alone, in his little corner of the world, truly at peace. in the smooth winter air that flows through that radio station, he shows us how we can be alone..together. we can feel what he feels without ever seeing his face. we can understand his thoughts without ever speaking to him. we can love without ever leaving our homes. the blue stillness of a winter midnight, with the calm comfort of blue night radio….that is where jjongie belongs.


now kibum…kibummie exists to me in shades of red. from the softest shade of pink, in how he bares his soul to us through unexpected moments of raw truth and clarity about himself. soft in his care for the people around him. gentle in the rare and real moments where he uses his struggles to inspire others to never give up. quiet in how he holds in so much pain sometimes…preciously, gorgeously, beautifully pink in all of his subtleties and secrets. here to the sharpest most poignant shade of scarlet. sharp in his movements, so sure of who he is and what he needs to be. cutting in his every look, in both senses of the word. cutting in his onstage actions, ones of unhindered confidence and unbridled talent. in this sharp shade, we find something special. nothing more and nothing less than he needs to be. his every move is calculated and right on target, yet his enthusiasm is unparalleled. you can feel his passion, blood red, in the way he smiles after a performance. you can see his desire with fire in his eyes while he stands up on that stage. his fears are in crimson that haunts the edges of his vision, but his joy is a ruby red that sparkles in the sunlight. and his passion is in deep scarlet, coursing through his blood in that camoflaged hue. his dedication is in wine, aged in this course of a lifetime. kibummie expresses his soul in shades of red, and in this moment, we can’t look away.


minho is a sunday morning. i’ve rambled about this before (oodles of times tbh) but i’m always willing to go on and on about this. choi is just..one of the most comforting souls the world is blessed to witness. he is warm, caring, hes passionate about the people he cares about, and he contains an ever present adoration for the world he’s in contact with. i call him a sunday morning because..have you ever woken up early on a weekend? have you ever just woken up for no reason other than to be awake? sunday mornings are so beautiful. hardly anyone is awake on a very early sunday morning. the only sounds that you can hear outside your open windows are the quiet chirps of birds outdoors just starting to wake up for their day. you can hear a car drive past every few minutes. you can hear the wind gently rustling through the trees out in your front yard. but that’s about it…you hear the quiet sounds that surround your own home. sunday mornings have a way of comforting you even when you didn’t think you needed them to. the air outside is near still, only flowing gently enough through your windows to slightly brush against your skin as you sit with a cup of coffee by the windowsill. sunday mornings are where love blooms within yourself. minho is like a sunday morning because he inspires love within all of the people around him. he is the comfort of the still air, the soft care of the sun upon your skin, the warm tingle of the coffee mug upon your fingertips. he is comfort and love…like sunday morning bliss.


now taemin…i feel like i’ve run all over the place with how i talk about taemin. i’ve called him a light, i’ve called him darkness, i’ve called him endlessly unexplored forests, i’ve called him calm morning snow, this list goes on (far too endlessly pfjfdjgft) but the one thing that stays the same is nature. taemin is a natural beauty. he has so much beauty, so much talent, so much (albeit adorably awkward) love built into him. and some can say he’s simply blessed, but i don’t think that’s true. genuine natural beauty doesn’t just come through untouched existence..you have to work for it. you have to tend to your cares and cultivate your worries and care for each and every little seed that’s been planted in your life. and that is just what taemin does. he is expression of natural talent through endless effort and unwavering strength. he is blood sweat and tears. he is the seed and the sprout and he is the water and sunlight that tends to it. taemin knows what he can be and will never stop working until he reaches that goal. i think that’s why he’s so eye catching in everything that he does. so often we can find ourselves blankly staring out into a natural scenescape, in awe of the beauty that the world works to withold…that same natural beauty is flowing from taemin in his every moment that he performs. like a horizonline at dusk, or forested treetops during a storm, or rolling clouds on a windy day, he is eye catching..hypnotizing….infinitely beautiful. he is, naturally, taemin.

I’ll Be There - Epilogue

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Member: Hoseok

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word Count: 2062 (there are probably a lot of typos…whoops)

Summary: You and Hoseok are best friends and just like any story that starts like this, nothing good ever happens. One night when Hoseok is in his drunken state, he says some things that make you reconsider how much worth you actually have in his life.

A/N: HELLO HELLO! I am back and as I promised, here is the epilogue to the series, “I’ll Be There.” This is just pure fluff and I think it’s a nice way to sum up everything. THIS IS OFFICIALLY THE END OF I’LL BE THERE! I had so much fun while writing this series and it has been my most successful piece of work thus far! Thank for everyone who has supported me whether it be from the very beginning or just recently. I love you all very much and I can’t wait to share with you what I have in store for the future. In the mean time, enjoy! 

Originally posted by ho-seok

“Please say you vows,” The minister standing between of you looks towards Hoseok first and motions for him to proceed with his vow.

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anonymous asked:

Hey archy! I'm going to start studying architecture this fall so I'm practicing now as much as I can and I have noticed I'm struggling the most when it comes to designing homes for others. I mostly end up making decisions based on what I would like my own home and what my own needs would be instead of thinking about what anyone else would like. Can you give me any advice that may help?

Don’t concern yourself about this yet. That is why you are going to school! Part of the design process is learning how to work with a client, how to listen to what they say and create from it. Part of the process will always be how your design sensibilities affect the design but as you grow as a designer you will expand the horizons of what you like and what you are willing to try.

Originally posted by existential-patient-1317


Dumbledore never thought the fall from the Astronomy Tower would have taken so long and he thought he knew everything about the castle he lived in for the most part of his life. This was his choice, rarely anything happened to Albus that wasn’t his choice, he somehow always had an upper hand on life, calculating every move meticulously and making sure no one knew how prepared for anything the life may throw his way. 

When his body hit the floor he opened his eyes slowly, checking his surroundings to figure out where he might have ended up at. This wasn’t some illusion, he was dead, this wasn’t Hogwarts but somewhere completely different where he could hear people mumbling. He straightened himself up and got up with the agility of a man his age normally wouldn’t have.

YOU,” shouted a woman in the distance, her hair was still glowing like fire and she was walking to him fast with two man behind him trying to hold her back. “I TRUSTED YOU”

“Lily, please,” pleaded Albus. “Can we talk about this calmly?”

“Calmly??” yelled Lily, her green eyes were drowning in the tears trying to leave. “Are you even aware of the burden you have loaded on Severus? Let alone my son who is just a child.”

“Severus accepted–”

Accepted?” she interrupted throwing her hands up in disbelief. “He said he didn’t want to do this and you made him kill you, in front of Harry.”

She was shaking so much, a beautiful disaster almost, her eyes creating new wounds on Albus’ already fragile skin and making him wish he had ended up in hell instead of here.

“It had to be done for–”

The greater good.” completed Sirius, a disappointed look on his face rather than anger. Albus had kept him locked of for so long but he had to but he had forgotten how handsome the disowned heir of Black house was before he went to Azkaban. “What difference do you have from Grindelwald if you are doing the same things he had done?”

“It’s not the same thing Mr. Black and you know it.”

“I know nothing anymore Professor,” objected Sirius as he ran his hand through his hair. “I thought I knew everything up until two years ago, I thought I knew you too but things change I guess and don’t call me Mr. Black again… please.”

No one talked for a while as Sirius took Lily away to calm her down a little bit, tears streaming down her face as she watched Harry fight everyone who tried to take him away from where Dumbledore’s lifeless body was. James opened his mouth every few minutes to break the silence but he couldn’t do it.

“Do you know how devastated he was?” he asked finally, his voice breaking a little. “Do you know Bill got attacked by Greyback? Do you know Harry tried to do something so bad to Snape because you made a monster of him?”

“James, I never thought I would see the day you worry about Severus.”

“No, no, no,” mumbled James his eyes gleaming with the fury he was trying so hard to keep at bay. “Don’t confuse my worry about my son with my worry about Snape. The way you are straying away from the subject, I think you don’t know shit, Professor.”

“I have made sure to leave a plan behind for Tom’s defeat,” explained Dumbledore, his fingers intertwined and his gaze on the ring he still was wearing. “These weren’t some momentary decisions, I had known I had to die for a good while, sometimes you have to sacrifice–”

“Don’t you dare talk about sacrifice in front of Lily,” shouted James, Dumbledore had finally pushed him off of the edge he was trying to hold onto. “All three of us sacrificed ourselves, too, you are not the only one who tried to do something for–”

“The greater good,” whispered Sirius as he walked back and forth. “You raised him like a pig for slaughter for the greater good?”

“I tried my best to be there for him, there are things you can’t possibly understand,” began Dumbledore his fingers rubbing the burnt skin. 

“If you had been there for him, I would still be alive you know,” said Sirius his voice breaking down in the middle of his sentence. “If you had been there for me as you promised when we joined the Order, I would still be whole.”

“I’m sorry Sirius that you–” he took a deep breath before staring to talk again. “I’m sorry that this happened to you but that was on all of us.”

“If you had been there for him Snape wouldn’t have made his life a living hell,” countered James. “He took his revenge out of my son, not me, my son and you just couldn’t say no to him because he was your Queen in your chess game where you were the King and Harry was nothing more than a stupid pawn.”

“Harry isn’t in the middle of the war because I put him there, Sybill made a prophecy about–”

“You know damn well prophecies don’t have to be carried out!” shouted Sirius, his grey eyes not so pale anymore but burning with anger. “You could have prevented so many things Albus, this could have gone so differently.”

Lily came back slowly from where she was, walked past James and stood right in front of Albus, her tears dried on her face and her eyes determined to hurt the shell of a man standing in front of her.

“You just love to make sure you are not the only one feeling guilty don’t you? Because how else could you have borne leaving Harry at that house?” said Lily, she was visibly calmed down but her disappointment was visible on every inch of her pale skin. “You left him to rot saying that it was the only way he could live, that’s not a reason good enough for me to leave my son in an abusive household Professor. You may have sacrificed yourself as you have sacrificed all of the pawns in your game but I will never forgive you for what you have done to me, my family. My Harry.”

“Harry was never yours to sacrifice,” continued James as he threw his arm over Lily’s shoulders, hugging her tightly. “I didn’t die for my son to become a soldier in someone else’s war, Sirius didn’t die so you can continue taking advantage of him and Lily didn’t sacrifice herself even though she could have ran away just so he can die at the hands of Voldemort again. Your plan, Professor, is flawed beyond belief and you are the only one who thinks it will work perfectly.”

“You are a coward, Professor and I always thought you were one of the bravest man I have ever met.”

Albus Dumbledore had been called many names before but it had been years since he had been called a coward, it was safe to say he was scared of the word even since Aberforth looked him in the eye at Ariana’s funeral and said it.


Albus would be the first to admit when he did something wrong, he wasn’t perfect and he knew it. Wizarding World however, ever since he had defeated Gellert, thought that he couldn’t make any mistakes. Tom Riddle had pushed him to make mistakes, sometimes to get to the better days you had to go through the darkest of times and he didn’t expect Sirius, James or Lily to understand that.

When he was left to his own thoughts, Albus had thought about all the mistakes he had made in his life, it was a long list for someone who was thought to be a hero of some sort, he was Harry’s hero although for one he hadn’t seen something coming. The more he thought about it the more he felt the weight of the responsibility on his shoulders. The boy he had raised to be a soldier say him as his hero, not knowing half the things he had done. Would Harry have seen him the same if he had known about Ariana? Would he still think Albus was brave if he had known his fate? Harry was a selfless boy, what would have happened if Albus never kept secrets from him?

Albus looked at the trio standing far away from him and decided it was best if he had stayed away for the time being because the more he thought about it, he understood why they were so angry. Harry trusted him and he had broken his trust by not trusting him enough to tell him everything but he had to. Albus had to keep this a secret for everything to work out how he planned them to.

It had to be Severus who killed him, this way he would get the complete trust of Tom and feed him false information. When the time came Snape had to make sure Order didn’t understand he was a spy for them and Harry, well Harry had to die. The moment he had survived the first killing curse, it was certain that Harry was meant for great things but now Albus didn’t know if dying was a great thing to do for a 17 year old child as Lily kept reminding but someone had to make the decisions that were hard to make for others, someone had to do the harder thing but he was a coward after all. 

A coward who had to be the villain in the end to make sure the real villain was defeated. Albus Dumbledore never referred to him as a hero or a brave men, he never was, he hadn’t been brave with Gellert so he was determined not to make the same mistake he did because he was too blind to see back then, this time whatever it took, it wasn’t going to take more lives than it should. He hadn’t been brave with Ariana, he couldn’t save her from herself or the people around her. He wasn’t brave when it came to Sirius, he wasn’t brave when it came to Remus either, he wasn’t brave when it came to the people who he cared about because he was scared.

However Harry, he was brave, he was one of the bravest people Dumbledore had met and that was saying something. He had taken the risk of assuming that Harry would willingly sacrifice himself to save the people he loved and he knew that he was right. Albus was nothing compared to what Harry was, at least that was how he felt as the tall boy insisted he would be the one to do the blood sacrifice in the cave or when he insisted on defeating Voldemort when this wasn’t his war to fight.  

Albus was hell-bent on not having another mistake in his life and if it meant being a coward he was fine with it because he knew deep inside that everything would work out, just fine and it was alright that Sirius, James and Lily didn’t understand just yet, he had to live with the hatred he now know he deserved for a while, at least until the war was over.

You cannot be a hero without being a coward. - George Bernard Shaw


Request: Hiii can I request where you’re Natasha daughter and she forces Peter to break up with you thanks :)

Warnings: Angst (I mean if you consider my ‘angst’ angst, I’m shit at it lol

Notes: I actually really liked this request. Also I’m literally the biggest hater of sad endings so there may be a part two in store ;)

Being a teenager is a battle in itself, but add an over-protective mom and it’s a nightmare. Now, add that over-protective mom being an ex-spy now-avenger? You might as well just call to make sure your reservation is set in hell because that’s where it felt like you were. Natalia Romanoff is single-handedly the most intimidating woman known to man – at least, that’s how everyone saw her on the outside. Within the four walls of your home, you knew the real Black Widow – soft, fun-loving, baking-loving, rom-com-loving Natasha.

You tried to assure your boyfriend, Peter, of that when you started dating. He refused to see that Natasha could be anything but deadly – which is why he put off meeting her for the first four months of your relationship. What Peter didn’t predict, however, was Tony Stark trying to recruit him onto his team – something about Captain America not following the right path or something, he couldn’t remember now. All he could think of during that moment was when Tony recited the other names on his team, he’d stopped listening at the mention of Natasha.
After the battle at the airport, Peter tried avoiding the mention of Natasha whenever he was with you – one of the many people who had no idea who his alter-ego was. He knew that if Natasha had seen Peter with you now, she wouldn’t approve of him seeing you. He politely rejected every offer of dinner with you and your mom, every invitation to the Stark Tower (he’d accidentally let it slip that he’d already been there, being forced to lie and say that it was just an internship). After another seven weeks of dodging Natasha, he could feel his luck running thin, but he didn’t expect his streak to end so abruptly.

“Peter?” He could feel every muscle in his body turn to stone at the sound of your voice. What time was it? He could have sworn he’d have a few hours at the Stark Tower while you went to your garden club, but when he glanced at the clock and saw that it was almost half past seven o’clock, he knew he’d fucked up.

“How do you know Parker?” He could have died right there hearing Natasha’s voice. “Peter? How do you know my daughter?”

“Mom, I didn’t want you to meet him like this but,” Peter turned around fast enough to see you walking toward him, a smile on your face, making it impossible for him not to smile back and welcome you in his arms, “this is my boyfriend, Peter!”

Natasha looked between the two of you before shaking her head and smiling. “Nice to finally meet you, Peter!” She stuck her hand out towards Peter, confusing him but prompting him to shake her hand in response.

“You too, Ms. Romanoff.”

“Please, call me Natasha.”

“Goodnight Tony, night Stevie!” You waved enthusiastically, seeing how dinner with Peter and your mom went really well.

“Oh! Hon, I forgot something in the weight room. I’ll meet you downstairs.”

“Okay mom.” You smiled before leaning in to kiss Peter quickly, causing him to blush as he took in the two older men smirking at him from across the room.

“Goodnight Peter. Love you.” You smiled largely as he leaned down to kiss you again.

“Goodnight, I love you too. Call or text when you’re home, so I know you’re okay.”

“Aw!” “Shut up uncle Tony.” You rolled your eyes before smiling and nodded back at Peter, getting into the awaiting elevator and waving one more time.

“Nice job, Parker.”

“You got a good one, Peter.” Peter only nodded at Steve and Tony as they walked back to the kitchen, lost in their own conversation. Peter went to go pick up his backpack from the living room when Natasha stopped him.

“Parker.” He looked up at her, seeing her leaning against the doorframe. “Oh, hey Nat. Did you find what you forgot?” She shook her head, a scowl on her face.

“Peter, I don’t want you dating my daughter.”

“Wait, what?” His shoulders slumped as a prominent frown made its way onto his face. “I thought you were okay with it?”

“Okay with my daughter dating an avenger? Does she know who you are?” He looked down at his shoes, already answering her question with his silence. “I didn’t think so. And she doesn’t have to know – she also doesn’t need to be involved in it.” He sighed, not being able to argue with her. He knew you dating him was dangerous – or at least, it could be.

“I’ll let her down easy.”

“You’re not going to fight me on this?” Natasha sounded genuinely surprised, expecting Peter to chew her out. He seemed completely infatuated with her daughter, she thought he’d go down fighting.

“I know she deserves better. I don’t want her to get hurt, and if this is what you think is right, then I believe you. It can’t be easy being an avenger and worrying about your kid be used as a ploy to get to you.” She nodded slowly, glad that Peter understood her, but sad that he couldn’t actually be with you. She knew he loved you and you loved him, but the last thing she wanted was losing you because someone had it in for Peter.

“Thank you, Peter. I wish it were different.”

“Me too.”

He waited on his bed patiently for you to call him and tell him that you got home okay. He chose to break up with you on the phone – not being able to face you again, knowing he wouldn’t be able to do it. He jumped up from his bed at the sound of his phone ringing, knowing that this was going to be one of the hardest thing he’d ever had to do. He took a deep breath and answered the call. “Hello?”
“Hey babe! I’m home, safe and sound!” “Cool.” His palms started to sweat, he hadn’t really had time to figure out how to do this exactly. “What are you up to?” “Not much. Homework, uh, yeah that’s about it.” “You okay, Parker? Mom didn’t scare you too bad, did she?”

It was now or never.

“No. Natasha was fine, but, um, I do need to talk to you.” The line was silent for a short few seconds before you hummed. “What about?” Deep breaths, Peter.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“W-what do you mean?”

“I can’t be with you. Not right now, anyway. I just – I have more important stuff I need to focus on.” Another silence followed.

“I’m not important?”

“What? No! God, no that-that’s not what I meant-“

“No, I get it. It’s fine. You don’t have time to waste on me.”

“God, please no (Y/N), I didn’t mean that. I love-!”

“Peter, don’t fucking say that to me. It’s fine. We’re fine. Good luck with whatever you do.” He wanted to take it back. He wanted to scream ‘Fuck Natasha’s opinions’, but it was too late.

The line went dead.

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The fact that Moana put aside her longing for the sea in order to focus on becoming the best leader she could for her people was one of the best and most believable parts of the movie for me. She didn’t mope and turn into a bratty teenager who refused to do what her parents wanted (like many Disney/animated characters often do). People DO grow out of childhood fazes, or at least they move on from them even if they’re not completely forgotten. Sometimes they rediscover them later in life, like Moana did. But I love how her parents were never made to be the villains for not letting her spend all day daydreaming about the ocean. Sure, she argued with her dad, but they gave him a pretty good backstory to support his thinking and Moana never let it become a huge rift in their relationship, despite her frustration. Even when Moana DID end up leaving, it was ultimately to save her people. This theme of responsibility instead of rebellion is wonderfully refreshing and realistic!


A/N: Takes place two years before the events in ‘Crash Course’, so you don’t have to read it to understand what’s going on.  I tried to interlace some plot points revealed in CC and it’s sequel, Infinite, but again, you don’t have to read them to understand what’s going on.

Song: ‘Partition’ by Queen B

Pairing: Rucas with brief mentions of J/M and F/S

Rated: M

Word Count: 14,221 (I still don’t know HOW it ended up this long)

Totally dedicating this one to @jenn0bi bc without her calling me out on not using this song (after I promised), this would never have been written. I *really* hope you like it, Jenn. <3

Maya groaned as she cradled her phone between her ear and her shoulder.  She hated it when he made sense.  The most annoying part of it was that her boyfriend always made sense—especially when it came to the subject of his niece.  “It’s been two years,” she reasoned as she reached for her concealer.

“Yeah, but we both know that she’s different now.  She’s not the same person she was in high school.  She’s not the same person she was since they broke up.”

Maya cringed.  She hated it when he used her words against her.  “But it’s Farkle’s birthday.”

“I know.  And I know she’ll be there and try to not let it affect her, but Maya, we still don’t know the whole story.  We don’t know who broke up with who.”

“There are going to be a ton of people there,” she reasoned.  “Maybe they won’t even cross paths?  Maybe she’s doing better than we think she is?  Maybe…maybe she is over it?”  She looked down at the counter as she quickly debated on which eye shadow to use.  “She has been dating around…and has gone on like four dates with this new guy.”

Josh frowned.  “Really?  Who is he?”

She frowned.  Nothing she had was going to work with her dress.  “Uhhh…Caleb, I think?  I only met him once.”

“Is he coming tonight?”

She sighed.  The good thing about living with her best friend was that she was welcome to borrow her things—including her makeup.  “I think so.  He’s friends with Farkle too.  That’s how she met him.”

“Then maybe we only need to worry about Lucas?”

Maya scoffed.  “You can worry about Lucas.”

“Come on, Maya.  I know you still talk to him.”

“Maybe I do, but when it comes to break ups, us girls have to stick together.”

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anonymous asked:

hey sydney, can you rec a handful of larry fics you've read and liked recently? you always have great recs and I'm looking for something new to read and have no idea where to start! thank youuuu 😌

of course, darling!! i don’t know how many of these are recent, but i just have a lil folder on my browser where i put all my recs until i stop being lazy and update my fic rec so i’ll just put the fics i’ve got in there here for ya (and added in a couple of old faves that i’ve re-read recently)

people might wanna fight me on this which is fine i guess do what you like but i hate hate hate when people write edgelord sadistic!batman. i know bruce/bats is peak Male Power FantasyTM and a product or early childhood trauma but he wouldn’t take pleasure in causing or seeing the rogues in pain or suffering?sometimes i think bruce has fun with crime fighting, when he’s being sarcastic and talking shit to his villains, egging them on, flirting with selina or beating up some random thugs he has no respect for. for the most part though, i always felt like bruce treats crime fighting like a chore. he has to defeat his villains because, at the end of the day, they’re a threat, but i feel like he’d much rather invest his time in rehabilitation and helping the rogues get back on their feet when they try to reform. now i’m not one of the crowd who scream “the rogues never did anything wrong ever in their lives!!!” (unless i’m making a joke abt how much i love them k) because i love them because they are villains. but i’ve read comics where some of the rogues are in a lot of pain like extreme mental anguish straight up asking batman to help them and some writers just have him? smile and taunt them?? or even worse, knock them out or torture them??? and it’s gross not just because of the abelist implications but because…that’s not bruce? that’s not the man who takes in every other orphan he sees, who pours money into community projects and who gives the fucking joker second, third, fourth and fifth chances. 

bruce isn’t perfect. he fucks up, sometimes a lot and especially with his own family. but he doesn’t like inflicting pain on others. he didn’t even like being batman for a looooong time until he really settled into the role and started to have a bit of fun with it. let batdad rest. 

MiniFic: That’s Not How It Ends

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! DM
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Negligible Prideshipping

Set immediately after the events of DSoD

Mokuba taps his pen on his desk, staring attentively at the teacher. He isn’t being of course, but it’s helpful to look like he is. He’s drafting an email to Duel Disk R&D in his head. Trying to come up with a plausible excuse for why they woke up this morning with their access to the Grade 5 Testing Facility revoked. Something other than ‘sorry but the facility disappeared along with the CEO and what you’re actually seeing is a massive hard light hologram which could well short circuit any moment because this isn’t what it’s designed for’.

The heavy late-winter rain drums on the window, masking the sound of his left hand tapping out the email under the desk.

He pretends he’s Seto of course. He’s had more than enough practice that it’s indistinguishable most of the time. Nothing causes a drop in stock faster than ‘the CEO has literally vanished’. Besides, people take him more seriously as Seto. Partly his fault for being a bit more spirited than his brother, partly their mistake. Seto plays on making people think he’s all-powerful, whereas he uses their underestimation of him. It makes them an amazing team.

He sends it. It doesn’t really explain anything, but then his brother wouldn’t, so it should seem convincing at least.

“-leaving Persephone trapped in the underworld with Hades.”

He taps his pen harder and the girl at the desk in front of him turns and glares. He nods, with a look that doesn’t manage to make it to a smile, and stills, pressing it firmly into the table. It’s a blatant tell that he shouldn’t have at this age. He knows what Seto would say. That there are hundreds of influences on him every day, and statistically something is going to remind him of things he doesn’t want to think of, it doesn’t make it a sign, or mean that ‘the universe is out to get him’. But then Seto built a dimensional transporter to go and find a dead pharaoh he couldn’t stop thinking about so what the fuck would he know.

Mokuba puts the pen flat on the table with a snap. Better than throwing it across the room. Many times better than kicking over the desk and screaming, which is what he actually wants to do.

His phone buzzes in his hand. New text. Six new emails. His ears feel like they’re ringing. The sensation that there are too many thoughts in his brain, moving too fast. Cold sweat beading on his forehead. He hears Seto explaining about adrenaline responses and forces it away. Deep breaths.

Marcus moronically asking if it’s true, just to get a rise. It’s only been twenty minutes. He wants them to get it over with, get the lesson over with. Get the story over with. Unbidden, his mind races ahead, trying to recall anything he can about it.

She couldn’t come back. Persephone. That was the point right?

Not his brother though, his brother doesn’t understand that he ‘can’t’ do something as a matter of principle, and the universe therefore just has to move out of the way for him. The idea that Seto ‘couldn’t’ come back, he tells himself, doesn’t worry him. It doesn’t. It doesn’t.

His fingers are ice around the phone.

“Well there are many versions of the myths, so it is not right to say that there is one ‘true’ version. And in the context of a story, everything is true. In older versions of the tale, Persephone is older, a young woman out adventuring who finds herself trapped - not kidnapped,”

His jaw clenches.

“Or she heard the cries of the dead and walked freely into the Underworld,”

He can’t breathe.

“For every story where Persephone cannot return, there is another which says that she chose not to.”

He grabs his bag, shoves his things into it and stands up sharply, causing his chair to screech across the floor and his vision to darken at the edges. He hurries out the door with everyone staring at him. The teacher doesn’t call him back - perhaps thinks he’s going to be sick.

She’s probably right.

I am so in love with the idea of the rescued familiar babies ending up raised by their older changeling counterparts. It means we could get the Order of Janus parenting facebook chat

Most of them know how to handle babies, they’ve lived for centuries, but these are their babies. They owe them a childhood, for better or for worse. One was taken and so one must be given. They are their lifelines, and need to be treated like glass. 

Infants are hard enough, but infants whose tantrums can send your glamour spiraling away are terrifying. Barbara has to stage an intervention so that they don’t end up as the most spoiled kids on the face of the planet, because their guardians are scared to even look at them wrong. Fortunately that’s part of the regular parenting curve, and the changelings adapt quickly. It’s how they were raised. 

It is generally agreed in the Troll Market that this is a fair lot for the changelings. It gives them time to be rehabilitated, time as humans to sort out their affairs before their familiars age away from them and they have to rejoin the magical world. Once it’s established that, yes, really, the kids are safe as houses, it gets an almost unanimous approval. It’s better than dropping the kids into the California foster system.

There are a few children whose changeling counterparts have died in the years between Killahead bridge and the present, so some people get twins, including Otto, who is kind of a baby hog. Siblings are invented to give the little orphans of time suitable backstories. Papers are forged. 

Names are tricky. It is agreed by most of the changelings, quietly, among themselves, that is is only right to give the children the names their parents gave them centuries ago. In most cases this isn’t a problem, but Nomura has forgotten hers, and Otto is still using his, and some of the names are just flat out old fashioned by this point. Otto Jr. and little Gunhild get the worst of it. 

It is strange, to parent a child whose parents took care of them. The cuckoo bird does not return to babysit it’s foster siblings, but here they are. They consider it a return, a favor given for what they took so many years ago. In some cases the childhoods the changelings got were not happy ones, but they’re determined to be kinder to their little charges, and not just because they have to. 

Otto has a double stroller. Strickler reads Greek myths for bedtime stories, and he and Nomura grudgingly babysit for each other and then accuse one another of feeding the kids too much sugar. At least one changeling has to be reminded that brandy is no longer an acceptable teething remedy. 

Single parenthood isn’t easy, even for immortals, but they have a big support system. A big, sarcastic, slightly backstabby support system. 

Jim, one of the few people not entirely on board with the scheme, is already trying to set up a therapy fund for the poor kids. Strickler is semi-reformed, but he still probably qualifies as an evil dad and that sort of thing can mess you up. He knows, he reads fantasy. 


I can’t believe Dave’s queerness, after being played off as a joke for so long, turned out to be not only something that mattered but something that was part of his core character arc. I can’t believe that Dave’s last serious conversation in canon ended with him asking his gay brother for advice on how to come out, I cannot b e l i e v e my two favorite characters are both bisexuals who are canonly shown in relationships with both men and women and their bisexuality isn’t treated as a phase and they aren’t treated like they are less trustworthy because of it and they ended up in one of the healthiest most ridiculously sweet relationships I’ve ever seen in fiction

I also can’t believe I never got to see Rose rub it in his god damn face

I know people might look at me posting fics and think it’s not a big deal but honestly… it is. It is a huge deal for me to post anything online.

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