but it think we have to walk

keith: shiro, i think there’s something wrong with me.

shiro: what? why? what’s wrong?

keith: i think i have allergies.

shiro: allergies?

keith: yeah, i think i’m allergic… to lance.

shiro: … say what now?

keith: look, every time we’re near each other i feel all warm and sweaty and my face gets all red like i’m getting a fever. but then if he touches me i get chills. whenever he smiles my stomach feels like its flipping over. 

shiro: are you serious?

keith: yes!! i don’t know what to do, shiro! do you think this could be a galra thing?

keith: … shiro? shiro? hey! shiro, where are you going? you have to help me! shiro!!!

shiro: *briskly walking away* nope nope nope that is not my job

I think I’ll always be a romantic, you know? Someone could completely rip out my heart and walk away and I’d still be willing to believe in love again. They say hope breeds eternal misery, but really without hope, what else have we got?
—  Kristie Betts

Mind Readers and Intrusive Thoughts

I feel like there’s an issue mind-readers would have to deal with that most superhero shows and novels don’t address: Intrusive thoughts.

I mean, we always see mind-readers learning the deep dark secrets of everyone around them immediately, but what if that wasn’t how it happened? What if we had a protagonist walking along, head swimming as they realize they can read minds… And hearing “I should put that leaf in my mouth” in their head. And they look over to see someone staring at a leaf in irritation.

Or what about the darker intrusive thoughts?

When someone bumps into someone else, and that person thinks, “Bump into me again and I’ll kill you.” And they don’t mean it, they freak out the next second… But they still thought it.

I feel like the hardest part of having the ability to read minds wouldn’t be finding out what people really think of you, but hearing the things people think but don’t actually believe. The scattered thoughts ingrained into them by society, that they have to consciously choose to ignore.

The unexplainable impulses to do random things.

The disconnect between what people think and who people are.

I think that would be the hardest part.


@lennparish requested:
heyyy its me again :) hope it’s okay to send in another request cause i just saw the dialogue prompts and i got this idea haha so could you do
31. “I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”
48. “You make me want things I can’t have.”
with steve please? thank youuu ❤

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: ANGST

A/N: hi! of course it’s okay! thank you for sending these prompts in! I changed and added a bit if you don’t mind?

Originally posted by kings-of-my-heart

Best friends weren’t supposed to feel this way for each other. Especially not ones who were dating others already. But Y/N couldn’t stop her feelings for Steve, and Steve couldn’t stop his for Y/N.

Lately though, it was getting worse. 

It had gotten so bad, so intoxicating, that one day as Steve was driving them home after school, he pulled over, the tense, uncomfortable silence too much to bear. 

“We’re talking about this. I can’t keep ignoring it.” Steve clenched his jaw.

“We have to. Do you think I want to ignore it?” Y/N asked frustratedly. 

“I love you for god’s sake!” Steve burst out.

Don’t say that. Do not.” Y/N breathed. “Please.”

“I can’t keep kissing Nancy and pretending that she’s you!” Steve yelled, banging his fists against the steering wheel.

Shocked, Y/N stared Steve in disbelief.

“You.. you make me want things I can’t have.” Steve said helplessly, sagging in his seat, head in his hands. 

“Do you think I haven’t kissed Jonathan and pretended it was you before? Do you think I’ve never wanted you and all the other things that I know we can’t have?” Y/N furiously shouted back, Steve’s head snapping back up to look at her, stunned. 

“Well then screw you Steve Harrington. Screw. You.” 

Popping open the car door, Y/N stormed out, ready to walk the rest of the way home, before her backpack straps got stuck on the seat.

Hearing Steve get out of the car and his footsteps behind her as she tugged on her bag, she whirled around angrily. “Steve-”

Y/N gasped as she was shoved against the car, Steve’s mouth solidly on hers. She tried to resist, but found herself melting into the kiss. Her fingers tangled into his hair, his hands squeezed her waist, they were a hot mess.

Panting, Y/N forcefully shoved him away, both of them dazed. 

“We can’t..” Y/N said weakly. “I want to.. But we can’t..”

Tracing her cheek, Steve gave her a small, sad smile. “I know. I just..” Running his hands through his hair, he sighed. “Will we ever be able to have what we want?” 

Pressing one last chaste kiss to his lips, Y/N nodded. “We will. Just.. not now. Soon.” Pulling her bag out of the car finally, she slipped it on. “I think it’s best if I walk home today.”


Steve watched as Y/N looked back at him once, before making her way down the rest of the block and out of his sight. 

Soon. We’ll be together. Soon. 

But how long is soon?

Subtle as a Gun

Warnings: Implied Smut.

  Dean was throwing the last of the bags in the trunk of the impala. You stood off to the side, your eyes flicking between the sleek black car and the tall man standing across from you. You couldn’t help the smile that crept up on your lips at the sight of him. 

  “You look happy, Sammy,” Dean pointed out, shutting the trunk, pulling the keys from the lock. Your smile only grew wider at the fact that his brother knew he was happy. It had to be because of you.

  “I kind of feel good.”

  “You finally get laid after your eighty year dry streak,” he teased. 

  “Not all of us drop our pants the second a women winks at us,” he fought back. You couldn’t contain your laughter. Listening to the two of them bicker was your favourite part of riding in the impala. 

  “Hey, come on!” Dean scolded Sam. Sam’s eyes caught yours, his smile was contagious. He knew what he was doing. But that didn’t mean it didn’t work. You were putty in his hands, now and last night. Hell, even before that.  The way his hands traced over your body and the way his lips moved with yours at just the right pace to have you melt. Sam made you feel so good in more ways than you anticipated. You never thought that Sam would give you the time of day. Now he was looking at you like you were the only girl in the world. 

  “So seriously, do we need to stick around for you to buy her breakfast?” Dean chuckled. 

  “Dean, leave him alone,” you beamed, walking towards the back door. 

  “Where were you last night now that I think about it?” he cocked his eyebrow. You swallowed hard, not thinking that Dean would ask you, let alone notice that you didn’t come back last night. 


  “Wait a second- NO! You two?” He practically yelled. You smiled sheepishly, Sam’s face mimicking yours. “Please for the love of god, tell me you didn’t have sex in the backseat of Baby.”

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GOT7 / College AU - Fake dating turns into real dating 1/2


Hiiii can a request a got7 fake dating to real dating au?

Hiii if you are up to it, would you be open to doing a got7 fake dating college au? With maybe like u guys make out for show but realize you have feelings for each other?

Hi Can I request a got7 fake dating au?            

Thank you so much for requesting this! I hope you enjoy!!! ❤️

P.S. this is long, so i’m splitting it into two parts. there’s mark, jb, & jackson’s reactions in this one. i’ll post the second part soon!

WARNING. some strong language.

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Strangers on a Train

by: mldrgrl
Rating: R (language)
Summary: The return of Hanella.

The Sunday evening train from Old Greenwich to Grand Central was light on passengers.  Though they weren’t alone, Stella counted four other people in their car when they boarded.  Hank shoved their suitcases up onto the overhead rack and then stretched out next to her with his feet on the backwards-facing seat in front of them.  After the conductor punched their tickets and moved to the rear of the car, Hank angled himself towards Stella and slid his hand under her dress to cup her knee.

“You ever fucked anyone on a train before?” he asked.

“No, I haven’t,” she answered.

“You wanna?”  His hand crept a little higher up to the inside of her thigh.  

“Not particularly.”

Hank grinned and rubbed her thigh with his thumb as he pressed his lips to the side of her neck.  He nuzzled her softly until they reached the next stop and then he pulled away.  

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The next morning, Gabe woke up to a faint yet annoying buzzing sound, flailing his arms around the head to prevent from any mosquito bites, and at the same time stretching out and yawning as the light outside made it’s way to his eyes, it still felt strange, the air, the sounds, everything except for the familiar call for him of his mother, as she was finishing up putting the last plate on the table, and a glass of freshly made juice. He slowly got up from bed and put on his red slippers, and making his way down to the kitchen, the smell of toast and juice made him feel hungry as he sat in front of one of the plates, saying drowsy: “Good morning ma”, caringly Mrs. Reyes got his plates to put a warm toast with some nicely spread butter, kissing him on the head happily replying: “Good morning sweetie”.

           It was a sunny sunday that one, lots of bugs buzzing, and birds chirping in the distance, with his red shirt with a small skull in the center he made his way to the hedge, moving some branches apart to make way for him, and as his head approached the space the hole was blocked by Jack almost screaming: “GOOD MORNING CITY KITTY! “. Startled, Gabe fell on his back putting an arm in his chest as he breathed heavily, with his vision slightly failing from the scare he made out the shape of the bunny making it’s way through the hedge: “Hehehehe, sorry to scare you, I guess I should call you a scaredy kitty now ?”. Jack said smugly. Grumpying up his face and huffing a bit from sanger both of the commentary and the scare he replied: “hunf… at least I don’t have silly ears”. Giving up an air of arrogance, as he suddenly felt guilty, apologizing right after, blushing a bit from embarrassment, both for him falling and saying such a rude thing for just a joke.

           The two started playing some time after their moms agreed to it, jack left fastly holding Gabe through his arm, making his way to some bunched up bushes with a strangely familiar sound behind them: “C’mon I want to show you something”, Jack said as they made their way to the other side, facing them was a little river with several beautiful rocks and a special shine due to the sun light, the kitty was a bit amazed by the sight he had never seen such a clean and transparent river before, one where he could even see the fishes swimming by, his excitement and joy were made visible as a big smile appeared in his face, Jack giggled a bit, proceeding to walk forward a bit and crouching near the water: “So what do you think ? They have rivers like this at the city?”, still aroused by the image Gabe replied: “no… not like this one, it’s so clean, and also shallow too! I bet we can touch the bottom easily”, making his way next to the rabbit as his hand made way to the rocks underneath the surface, his tail however wiggled it’s way to Jack’s, enticing itself to the fluffy bunny tail.

           “Wanna cross it?”, Jack said, as he got up in a pinch, preparing to jump on the rocks ahead, before Gabe could even express his concern, the bunny was already on the other side, waiting for him reaching out his hand to help the kitten, Gabe in a moment of courage jumped on the rocks until he reached the last one located near but also a bit far from the other side, he stood there for a bit until he crouched and started sobbing of fear, Jack tried to reach out to him but failing nonetheless: “Come on Gabe, I know you can make it ! I’m here to catch you”, Gabe then followed up to jump in the rabbit’s direction, with some tears running down his cheeks, but as he landed his foot slipped on a weak patch of moist dirt, hitting his knees on the process. Jack then carried him on his back apologizing for the incident, carrying him to their next stop on the “Jack Morrison’s worldwide famous forest tour”, making the cat smile bit holding his tail in the other’s.

What should have happened in 2x13

[Alex and Kara walk in to find her kitchen full of flowers and roses]

Alex: Woah who did this? Do you think it’s Mxy-

Kara: Aw it’s probably Lena, i mean she already overflowed my office…

Alex: Uhh… Kara, honey.. that’s not something straight people do.. or friends for that matter.

Kara: who said we are

Alex: what

Kara: what

gamericso  asked:

Is it scary, disgusting or creepy to love someone who does not exist? ;__;

I don’t think so. Since the beginning of history, humans have always created characters in legends, myths, folktales, literature, theatre, visual art etc. that have characteristics that are admirable, appealing or loveable. Even religious art and stories have characters that are portrayed like this. If you walk into a museum, you can see images of the kind of people that were considered beautiful or captivating at that point in time. Since there was no photography/video then, what we know and see of these historical/mythological figures is often very idealized and closer to fantasy.

A lot of people love celebrities like actors, singers, and dancers etc. but it is a celebrities’ job to put on a performance that is larger than life…no matter how honest or close it is to their experiences, it’s still different from who they are in regular daily life. For the celebrities’ safety and mental health, they also need to put some space between how they present themselves in public and their personal life…so in a way, the image someone has of a celebrity may not actually exist. And that’s fine because putting on a performance with a professional attitude is part of a celebrities’ job!

I think it only becomes scary or creepy to love a fictional character or a celebrities’ persona when fans start harassing real people over them. I’m sure everyone has heard by now of incidents when fans have sent death threats and other hateful messages to creators because they felt entitled that they must have their way. There is a way for fans to constructively show their love for a character and their eagerness for a certain storyline without being downright rude and threatening. As you know, celebrities struggle to maintain their private life but stalker fans and paparazzi constantly invade their privacy. So I think that disrespecting real people’s personal boundaries is when a love for something fictional is taking it to an unacceptable and toxic level.

Lastly, I think it’s important to spend some time with real people. Of course, real people have will disappoint us/badly hurt our feelings once in a while unlike fictional characters. But I think good characters are there to teach us about life and give us something to aspire for every day. Don’t forget about loving your real self and other real people. I think it’s important to love yourself so that you can support and love other real people.

Tripping Over the Blue Line (39/45)

It’s a transition. That’s what Emma’s calling it. She’s transitioning from one team to another, from one coast to another and she’s definitely not worried. Nope. She’s fine. Really. She’s promised Mary Margaret ten times already. So she got fired. Whatever. She’s fine, ready to settle into life with the New York Rangers. She’s got a job to do. And she doesn’t care about Killian Jones, captain of the New York Rangers. At all.

He’s done. One more season and he’s a free agent and he’s out. It’s win or nothing for Killian. He’s going to win a Stanley Cup and then he’s going to stop being the face of the franchise and he’s going to go play for some other garbage team where his name won’t be used as puns in New York Post headlines. That’s the plan. And Emma Swan, director of New York Rangers community relations isn’t going to change that. At all.

They are both horrible liars.

Rating: Mature
Content Warnings: Swearing, eventual hockey-type violence
AN: Welcome to Los Angeles, hotbed of NHL drama. At least in this version of the NHL. It gets real dramatic guys, but Roland Locksley is here to be painfully adorable in front of media hordes, so there’s some give and take. We’re closing in on the end of this whole story and your continued feelings and thoughts and clicks just absolutely blows my mind. You’re all incredible. Screaming the praises of @laurnorder, @distant-rose & @beautiful-swan forever and ever. 
Also on Ao3, FF.net & tag’ed up on Tumblr

“Is it always sunny here?” Will asked, squinting up at the sky like he was actually in pain.

Killian rolled his eyes and Roland laughed softly next to him, tugging on the bottom of his jacket and while he certainly wasn’t about to complain about sunshine, it was fairly hot. And they couldn’t take the jackets off.

He wouldn’t complain.

He’d just sweat to death. Probably.

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Kiss You This Christmas // Jack

(862 words)


ps ~ liSTen to “Kiss You This Christmas” by WDW as you read this (why? bC OBVIOUSLY)

Jack grabs my hand, “C’mon, I want to show you something.”

We walk down the barren road. Looking around, I see the street lamps turned on, illuminating the path to the frostbitten forest.

“You want to go in there?” I ask,

“I promise, it’s not as bad as it looks,” Jack squeezes my fingers lightly.

I bit my lip, “Jack, it’s late and those woods look dark. And it’s really freaking cold, baby,”

“Well, think of it like your relationship with me,” He says, “You have to trust to see what comes out of it.”

I sigh, “Jack,”

“Do you trust me?” Jack asks suddenly.


“Do you trust me?”

“Of course, but-”

“Then?” The light of the street lamp shines on Jack’s freckles and pink cheeks. The snowflakes land on his puffy hair and long eyelashes delicately. His lips are a deep but soft pink from the chilly air. His almond eyes sparkle like glitter with his love for me. How can I not trust that face? I take a deep breath, “Okay, take me then.”

We walk hand in hand through the dark curtain of trees. I look up and see a black sky outlined with treetops. I flinch at the sound of an owl nested in one of the spruces.

“Where are we going exactly?” I ask him.

For a few seconds, he just looks up into the black sky, “Somewhere I go to focus,”

“Be a little more specific?”

“If I tell you, it won’t be a surprise,” I see him smile.

“Alright, then,” I smile internally. Ever since Jack and I started dating, he has taken me on countless little journeys around his hometown, Susquehanna in Pennsylvania. Out of all of them, this is the first at night.

Holding my hand the whole way, we hike through the woods for a good 10 to 15 minutes. Suddenly, we stop.

“What happened?” I scoot up so that I’m right beside him and not behind.

Jack glances around the bushes then smiles, looking at me, “So you know how I told you to trust me?” Jack smirks.

“Yeah…” I squint at him, “Jack, what are you getting at?”

He chuckles and places his hands over my eyes, stepping behind me, “Walk forward,” He directs.


“Just go,”

I giggle and move where he tells me to, one step at a time like a baby deer.

“Almost there,” He whispers in my ear. His warm breath contrasts with the icy wind and it tickles my skin.

Jack sighs and removes his fingers from my eyes, “Tada!” Jack stands in front of me with his arms extended. We are on the top of a huge boulder, overlooking acres of forestry. Above me, I see a gorgeous display of shimmering colors. Thousands of specks in the sky twinkle mesmerizingly. All around me, I’m surrounded by overwhelming beauty. Clouds from where the snow had fallen from earlier are nowhere to be found, so the stars shine than brighter ever. The sky looks like sequins reflecting silvery light along with dashes of light purple, navy blue, a bit of cyan and cream.

“Jack,” I breathe, “This is gorgeous,”

I hear him take a long and deep breath before he walks in front of me. His eyelashes flutter. He only does that when he’s either falling asleep or if he’s nervous. And he’s not falling asleep.

He brings his hands from his pockets and in his shaking hands, he holds a small velvety black block. My heart stops.

His eyebrows mold together with concentration as he approaches me with soft steps. I shake my head slowly.

“(y/n),” He says shakily, “All I can say is that you are the light of my life. You are the stars to my dark, dark sky. Without you, I wouldn’t be able to live.”

“J-Jack?” I manage to whisper, a puff of white leaving my mouth.

He kneels, smiling and eyes watering with anxiousness. I shake my head slowly. This isn’t happening.

“(y/n),” He says, “I love you. More than anything. More than anyone. Would you, my little lamb, do me the honor and…”

He falters, choking up. Lamb was the nickname he gave me when I told him that I loved the animal. He had used it every single day after that.l He looks up at me, “Will… will you marry me?”

“I… I will,” A tear rolls down my cheek, “I WILL!”

He starts crying as well. He grabs the ring from the box, trembling with shock and from the weather of that Christmas Eve. Quivering, he slides the ice cold ring onto my finger and looks up to me. Jack hugs me and I sob into his warm coat.

When he pulls away, he sniffles, “I have one more question,”


“Can I kiss you this Christmas?” He sings. I laugh, happy tears trickling down my cheeks.

I grab Jack’s face and put my lips to his. Although it’s about 20 degrees, the warmth of his touch keeps me happy. And it’ll continue to warm me throughout the years. The thought makes me smile. I kiss my fiancee again.

Best Christmas present ever.

The Perks of Being Pregnant, Part II

Sometimes when Carl came home early from lessons, he joined Michonne on her daily walks around the Safe Zone. Despite being pregnant, it was very important to her to get her exercise in any way she could. As the months had passed one by one, her workouts had dissolved from high intensity and impact to a stroll on the sidewalk.

“Thanks for helping me into my shoes.”

“Don’t mention it,” Carl said, smirking. “It must suck not being able to.”

“Oh, I can do it. It just takes me an hour,” she joked.

“Have you and my dad decided on a name yet?” he asked curiously.

“Nope. The latest contenders are June and Melanie,” Michonne answered. “What d’you think?”

“They’re better than Tracy,” Carl said. A couple of seconds passed as they shared an amused laugh.

“How do you feel about being a big brother again?”

“I did want a little brother, but two little sisters is awesome too.”

“They’re definitely gonna tag team you,” she ribbed him lightly.

“Yeah,” Carl said, thinking over the scenario, “maybe you and my dad need to have another. Give me a brother and make it equal.”

Michonne’s mouth dropped open and she fervently shook her head, though she was deep down amused he would suggest such a thing.

“Hang on, let’s get me through this one before we go planning the next,” she said, her hands resting on her rounded stomach. “Not sure when I want to do it again. I miss walking. I’m tired of waddling.”

Carl snickered at her words as they reached the next street corner. He suggested they take Gilmore street rather than their usual route down Washington. Michonne shrugged and let him lead the way, becoming immersed in thoughts about how much she abruptly craved some chocolate.

“Maybe we should stop by Aaron and Eric’s,” Carl proposed.

Michonne stared at him questioningly, but again obliged. They walked down the well-kept front path surrounded by healthy grass and flowers, and Carl held out his arm for her to take when they reached the porch steps. He knocked lightly on the door, and almost immediately, after only about the third one, Aaron appeared with a very wide smile.

“Carl!” he said cheerfully. “What are you doing here?”

Michonne knowingly glanced between Carl and Aaron. Their acting was awful, the two not very good at keeping up a charade. She decided to go along with the scheme at play, whatever it was, and asked for a glass of water.

“Yes, come in!” Aaron said eagerly. He widened the door to give them access.

Michonne and Carl walked into the home to the ambushed screech of “SURPRISE!”

Eric popped out from behind a closet door. Father Gabriel, Enid and Tara stood up from their hiding spot near the sofa. Carol, Daryl and Rosita appeared in the doorway of the dining room. Michonne watched as one by one more friends came out of hiding places, beams on their faces.

“What is this?” Michonne asked, scanning the scene.

Rick appeared last with a pleased grin on his lips, walking out from the kitchen with a delicately frosted cake in his hands.

“We’re throwing you and the baby a party,” Rick announced.

“That’s what you were up to today?” Michonne gasped, surprised.

“I had to or else you’d catch on,” he remarked, laughing gruffly.

“You said you didn’t want a shower,” Tara chimed in. “But we’re throwing you one anyway.”

“Yeah, and it was tougher than I thought getting you here,” Carl said.

Michonne’s eyes drifted beyond everyone to the stack of presents on the table. She was so shocked she could hardly figure out if she was smiling or gawking with her mouth hanging open. Once more her volatile hormones set her on another emotional roller coaster ride. This one was tears of joy. She teared up and thanked them all for the brilliant surprise.

Rick set down the cake and put his arms around her, touching her cheek before kissing her softly on the mouth.

“The cake’s chocolate,” he whispered into her ear afterward, as if reading her mind. “And don’t worry, I didn’t bake it—Carol did.”

A watery laugh left her, and with that she joined the others in celebration.


Even while pregnant, Michonne couldn’t sleep past sunrise. She woke most days by 6 A.M., something she lamented, as she’d been instructed to get as much sleep as possible. She opened her eyes to the morning sunlight flooding in through their bedroom window, and she was startled to find a pair of wonderful blue eyes watching her.

Rick was awake too, lying on his side and facing her with one arm tucked under his pillow and the other swathed protectively over her stomach as usual. The smile which came to his lips spread to his eyes as well, the shade only growing bluer.

“Morning, beautiful,” he said quietly. His thumb ran over the protruding nub that was her belly button. He was incapable of not touching her in some way, especially while in bed. “You really shouldn’t wake this early.”

“Morning, handsome,” she said playfully, wiggling closer into him. “I couldn’t help it.”

“Yeah? Why?”

“That leftover cake is calling my name,” she said jokingly.

His smile widened and he sat up, lacing his fingers with hers to help her up.

“Then we better get you some,” he said sweetly.

“I was kidding,” Michonne told him, though with each passing second the idea of a slice sounded more and more amazing.

“Nah, c’mon, it’s happening.”

She shouldn’t have been astounded at this point, but she was, that he loved her so endlessly in ways she never imagined. There was not a single doubt in her mind; he was the best man she had ever known, before and after the world came to an end. She gave in to his provider nature, knowing it made him feel good to help her feel good. She let him pull her to her feet and together the two left the bedroom for the kitchen downstairs.

“So, I was thinking,” Rick said thoughtfully once they were in the kitchen.

“Okay, about what?” she asked curiously, leaning into the counter.

“I’m still confused,” Rick said and he shot her a sideways grin from the fridge, “you never told me what’s so bad about Tracy?”


Let’s talk about this review I got today for Experimentation. I doubt the person who felt the need to send this message to me is on tumblr, but I’ll never know because they posted as a guest. Which also means I can’t actively reply to it.

Now, I’m going to approach this kind of like a PSA or one of those videos we were made to watch in school about why you’re not supposed to walk on the railroad tracks. Only I’ll be explaining why you shouldn’t send messages like this to fanfic authors.

First though, let me just say that if you’re going to ask/demand things in your message, then please do so under a registered name so that the author can reply personally to you.

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12 Days | Chapter 2

Two guys that lowkey hate each other are forced to walk in each other’s shoes in order to learn a lesson.

***in collaboration with @themarkiplierexperience

lmao soz its not actually x reader we’re just desperate for attention haaaa


“I really think you overworked yourself this time,” said a soft, yet clear female voice. “Maybe you should have slept instead of working at the office all night.”

Tom wasn’t sure how long this girl had been speaking. All he knew was that he was in a car with her, and she was driving him to… he didn’t know where. Probably missed that in the midst of all the panic. He barely even got a look at her, so he turned his head to the driver and, well…

He recognized the shiny black hair that faded to a vibrant pink. Her side profile was oddly familiar. This was Bella, right? The girl who the people at “the office” were talking about. Tom knew her from somewhere, he just couldn’t pinpoint where. For some reason, he had to look at her until he figured it out.

She noticed his staring and glanced at him before turning back to the road. She seemed very concerned for this Ethan guy. “Do you wanna talk about it?”

Yes, actually. I think I switched places with your friend and I don’t know where I am or how to switch back. That’ll land Tom in the hospital for sure. He didn’t need to be locked away in the psych ward, he just had to find out how this happened. In the meantime, all he could do was go along with what this girl was saying.

“I-It’s probably what you said,” he replied, breaking the gaze. “Overworked myself.” He pulled out his - or Ethan’s - phone and one look at the lockscreen made it click.

Bella is his girlfriend.

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GOD one of my housemates fucks me off so much like I feel really bad cos I think he’s just shy but he genuinely DOES NOT speak to me unless one of the other guys is there ?? Like I’ll say hi if he walks in and he doesn’t respond? So I have just started ignoring him, not on purpose but like I have stopped saying hi or even looking if he comes in, it’s so awkward to like smile and say hi and he just looks at me like 😐 and doesn’t respond. But then we had a full on convo when one of the other guys was there a few weeks ago. ???

And also what pisses me off the most is hell sometimes sit in the living room, shut the living room door and watch tv but ignore you if you come in and not respond to a hello etc and I’m just like, if you’re that fucking shy why sit in the living room ? It’s joined to the kitchen and u have to walk through it to get to the bathroom?? Idk he just makes me feel so uncomfortable. Just FUCK OFF. I get it’s his house and he’s entitled to as well completely which is why it’s difficult but sitting in there being miserable and ignoring everyone and shutting the door etc when we need to get through for other bits of the house is like ☹️☹️ ……staaaahp

I’m raging a bit again tonight lads looool xx

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I really like that Father Gabriel has kept his faith, and in a positive way. There are so few that have, and I actually think that there would be more religious fanatics than we’ve seen on the show. That is something that The Mist demonstrated well. Maybe they’re saving it for another season? I know that the whole “saviors” think is supposed to have some religious implictions, perhaps even to suggest he’s a charasimatic, cultish leader. Except that Negan does not inspire devotion. He inspires capitulation.

I’d really like to see Gavin, the Savior lieutenant that used to be assigned to The Kingdom, turn on Negan. Of all of them, he was the least personally power hungry and abusive. I think that it would be the most natural outreach for Dwight to look for inside turncoats - and one that might have loyalty of his own from his crew.

Well, Xavier as a creepy guy plays a really, really creepy, small, weak fool.

This is the very first time I’ve seen anything like interesting acting from JDM. Why did I have to wait 2 full fucking seasons for this? It’s completely a waste of what he had to give, and frankly, it made me doubt that he was both the right choice and capable of doing anything with the part. Unfortunately, it lasted for only about 3 minutes, and we are back to having to watch the equivalent of a Funko Pop! figure.

I absolutely love that Gregory doesn’t know Carol, and so Negan still has NO IDEA that he’s got a missle aimed right at his balls. He better get his “pee pee pants” ready. But, I have zero desire to see anything about him as a person before or after the the fall.

Go Gabriel! He is now on my list of awesomest characters. The guy tells Negan exactly who and what he is. That’s courage. I’m a little bored that they went down the confession road with it, but it’s better than a lot of choices they could have made.

Oh, look. Threatening a guy with death…who is already dying? I mean c'mon. Were it me, I’d have just taken the bullet so I didn’t suffer, and so I didn’t rise, and so I didn’t give Rick what he wanted.

Meglomaniac. Dude overestimates everything about himself. I’m thinking that if he is caught, they should have a literal dick-measuring, ‘cause I am absolutely sure he’d lose.

Regina is an idiot. Gavin is the the shark. Imagine Gavin, Dwight and Eugene. Interesting choice for managing the transition with the workers post- this mess.

Eugene’s pickle joke. Go, mullet! Also, that was a very subtle and sly offer he makes to Dwight - who I KNOW gets it.

Negan - was a principal or something? That’s what it sounds like.

“You can use your weaknesses to build your strength.” See? SMALL. DICK.

I really like the moment of self-doubt and perhaps self-loathing that JDM managed. Only the second moment of decent acting I’ve see from him in this series.

Rick suddenly gives a shit about innocent people being in danger and undefended? FUCKING BULLSHIT. One word: Oceanside. He’s such a prick.

Oh, gawd. The punch where Daryl put Rick on the ground was something I’ve waited 4 seasons to see. Rick just blew up all the guns THAT THE ENTIRE KINGDOM ARMY DIED to get. What a fucking asshole. Those two lost a whole truck full of supplies because they were fucking around with Jesus. And now they lost a whole truck full of guns because they were acting like 14 year old boys.

Also, Daryl won. Just sayin’.

“My only real wife.” NEGAN IS A RAPIST. And and adulterer, and a liar (but we knew that). Exactly how does failing to save your wife from being a shambling corpse make him strong through his weakness? Is it just the “saving” bit? Because that’s lame.

Okay, the whistle thing is just a rip off of th'guv'na, and just as plastic as the rest of him.

I’m so intrigued by Gavin. I’d way rather see how he rose through the ranks than hear another word out of Shekkie the wonder bat. Also, that “thank gawd for you, Negan” was so contrived. I mean, if you are really going to do a religious-themed episode…this was so thin it was transparent.

Was Gabriel bitten, or is this something else?

anonymous asked:

“It’s just you and me tonight. I was thinking we could have a little fun.” (55.) BEV & HARRY

“it’s just you and me tonight. i was thinking we could have a little fun.”

inviting my mum and sister to harry’s cabin for a weekend getaway is a very bad, very terrible idea. 

harry and i can’t find some time alone because they seem to be everywhere. the first few times that they caught us kissing were fine. i disregarded it because it was our faults for kissing in the kitchen or in the living room before the movie started, but when my mum walked into our room without knocking whilst harry and i were in the midst of taking each other’s clothes off, i consider it as the last straw.

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[Thoughts] BTS AMA’s Performance

Originally posted by dailyjeons

I’m from America. I love American music. I am also a performer. I studied theatre and have been on stage singing or dancing in some capacity since I could walk and talk. And I have to say–even if I wasn’t a BTS stan, they absolutely stole the show. Not even including the energy from the crowd, but the energy from the moment they stepped on stage. 

Their entire performance was electric. I think that’s what drew me to Kpop in the first place. The energy and intentionality behind every single dance move is something I miss from my time as a N*SYNC fan growing up in the 90′s. The dedication to cardio heavy choreography is very much something we have been lacking in mainstream American music–I say mainstream because I know there are artists doing both–but may not be getting their due.

It was almost as if I could feel their nervous adrenaline. Because let’s face it, no matter how much you prepare the thrill of a live performance is that anything–good or bad–can happen. Thankfully, nothing but good things happened.

The only major short coming I noticed was a couple spotty mic issues with Namjoon and Yoongi, but that issue is not the fault of the group and they powered through with grace. The cameraman was another issue–as someone watching from home they missed great focused shots on the intricacy of the choreography. I suddenly found myself missing Inkigayo (lol).

Their energy was unparalleled last night. No other performer delivered to that magnitude, including Pink’s gravity defining performance–which was beautiful.

I’m interested to see where this performance–and the response from the crowd–carries them. I purposely avoided most interviews during their time in America minus Zach Song’s because almost everyone asked them if they would release and album in all english. The imperialism and entitlement of America never ceases to permeate through all available mediums. But alas, I have high hopes the boys will continue to dedicate their efforts to making music in their language, as it is their most authentic means to tell their stories.


Congrats, BTS. I cannot wait to see and review the Mic Drop Remix this week!


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