but no i have nobody to play with anymore

"Why don't you just come out?"

Because when I was 5, my aunt said, “Oh, you must be John’s girlfriend, because you like to play with him! You two are so cute together!”

Because when I was 7, my grandpa came out as gay, and suddenly nobody in my family wanted to visit him anymore.

Because when I was 10, my parents told me that I could have girls come to my sleepovers, but not boys.

Because when I was 12, my grandmother took me to church with her, and when the priest said that all gay people went to hell, she nodded along.

Because when I was 13, I was called a dyke for daring to have short hair.

Because when I was 14, I came out as bisexual to a lesbian friend, and she told me, “Well, I mean, it’s not like you’re REALLY gay. It doesn’t really count”.

Because when I was 15, I was finally given the right to marry whoever I wanted to, and people were angry with the Supreme Court.

Because when I was 16, a man went to the Pulse nightclub and murdered 49 latinx queer people in cold blood, and people tried to say that it wasn’t a hate crime.

Because by the time I turned 17, I had been told time and time again that I don’t belong, that I’m too gay for one community and not gay enough for another.

Just INFP Things

- Doing stupid or clumsy things because you forgot to pay attention to the real world again; walked into doors, burned your food, maybe jumped a red light… 

-When someone is Having Feelings in your vicinity, you are having those feelings right along with them, even if you don’t know who they are or why they’re upset


- Really wanting to have your life all organised and together but also being the sort of person who just doesn’t do that

- When you look at a thing and it reminds you of another thing but nobody else sees it and then you become ‘the weird one’. 

- Dropping everything you’re doing to google something you got curious about, or draw an image that just occurred to you, or in any way indulging a sudden burst of imagination before it slips away and your boring life returns

- Having to say ‘I DON’T KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN IT IT’S JUST THIS FEELING’ on a daily basis to a bunch of blank faces

- Nobody seems to appreciate the value of a long walk by yourself

- The sensible, logical voice in your head is constantly facepalming at all the stupid stuff you do, even though it told you this was a bad idea

- Your best solution to most potential problems is ‘I’ll just take to the woods and live alone with the trees where nobody will care what I do’

- ‘What are you staring at?’ ‘What are you smiling about?’ ‘Why the sudden gasp?’ 

- When you’re focused on something important then you start thinking all these other thoughts about the thing and then it snowballs and you realise you have no idea what you started off focused on anymore

- The inside of your head is basically Jean Valjean’s ‘Who Am I?’ playing on a loop


Please add your INFP things below

★*゚‘゚・The Mummy (1999)

❝ What are you doing here? ❞
❝ You must go. Save yourself. Only you can resurrect me. ❞
❝ By eating the sacred scarabs, I would be cursed to stay alive forever. And by eating me, they were cursed just the same. ❞
❝ I knew this was gonna be a lousy day. ❞
❝ Personally, I would like to surrender. Why can we not just surrender? ❞
❝ Then let’s run away. Right now. While we can still make it. ❞
❝ Now gimme your revolver, you’ll never use it anyway. ❞
❝ Let’s play dead, huh? Nobody ever does that anymore. ❞
❝ What are ya doing?! Wait up! ❞
❝ I’m gonna get you for this! ❞
❝ I’m sorry, it was an accident. ❞
❝ Have you no respect for the dead? ❞
❝ Where did you get this? ❞
❝ Two questions. Who the hell is Seti the First? And was he rich? ❞
❝ As the Americans would say: it’s all fairy tales and hokum. ❞
❝ I’m sure it was a fake, anyway. ❞
❝ You lied to me! ❞
❝ I lie to everybody, what makes you so special? ❞
❝ And what is he in prison for? ❞
❝ He said… he was just looking for a good time. ❞
❝ What did you find? What did you see? ❞
❝ Get me the hell outta here. ❞
❝ I will give you one hundred pounds to spare his life. ❞
❝ Yeah, I’d like ya to let me go. ❞
❝ Then we will kill her, we will kill her and all those with her. ❞
❝ For all the money we’re paying you, something better god-damned well be under that sand. ❞
❝ Do you really think he’ll show up? ❞
❝ Personally, I think he’s filthy, rude and a complete scoundrel. I don’t like him one bit. ❞
❝ I have come to protect my investment, thank you very much. ❞
❝ I only gamble with my life, never my money. ❞
❝ What makes you so confident, sir? ❞
❝ Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya. ❞
❝ Still angry that I kissed ya, huh? ❞
❝ The last time I was at that place everybody I was with died.  ❞
❝ By the way,… why did you kiss me? ❞
❝ You always did have more balls than brains. ❞
❝ Can you swim? ❞
❝ Americans. ❞
❝ I can’t believe the price of these fleabags. ❞
❝ All night you snored!  ❞
❝ What in bloody hell is this? ❞
❝ Ah, begging your pardon, but shouldn’t we be going? ❞
❝ You boys owe me five hundred dollars. ❞
❝ Where’d all these camels come from? ❞
❝ That thing gives me the creeps. ❞
❝ What are those mirrors for? ❞
❝ Who cares? I don’t see no treasure. ❞
❝ You’re welcome to my share of the spider webs. ❞
❝ Mummies, my good son, this is where they made the mummies. ❞
❝ Ya scared the bejeezus out of us. ❞
❝ I’ve had worse. ❞
❝ Let’s be nice, children, if we’re going to play together, we must learn to share. ❞
❝And when those dirty Yanks go to sleep – No offence. ❞
❝ We’ll sneak up and steal that book right out from under them. ❞
❝ What do you suppose killed him? ❞
❝ I believe if I can see it and I  can touch it, then it’s real. That’s what I believe. ❞
❝ Why do you like to fight so much? ❞
❝ For them to protect it like this, you just know there’s got to be treasure down there. ❞
❝ …I am a librarian! ❞
❝ I can’t believe I allowed the two of you to get me drunk. ❞
❝ You dream about dead guys? ❞
❝ Stupid superstitious bastard. ❞
❝ Oh my god, he was buried alive. ❞
❝ What are you going to do? Shoot him? ❞
❝ Did you see that!? Grasshoppers! Billions of grasshoppers! ❞
❝ That’s one of the plagues, right? The grasshopper plague! ❞
❝ Oh thank goodness, you’re one of the Americans, aren’t you? ❞
❝ Help me,… please,… help me. ❞
❝ No mortal weapons can kill this creature. He is not of this world. ❞
❝ You left me! You left me in the desert to rot. ❞
❝ Sweet Jesus! That tasted just like,…like… ❞
❝ You saved me from the undead. For this, I shall make you immortal. ❞
❝ There’s only one person I know who can possibly give us some answers. ❞
❝ And you think this justifies killing innocent people!? ❞
❝ Okay, let’s cut to the chase. He’s afraid of cats, what’s that about? ❞
❝ The hell with that! I’m not goin’ nowhere! We’re safe here. ❞
❝ What friend? You’re my only friend. ❞
❝ What are you looking for? Lie, and I’ll slit your throat. ❞
❝ Something about bringing his dead girly-friend back to life. He needs the book… ❞
❝ Ya know, ever since I met you, my luck has been for crap. ❞
❝ The hell with this. I’m goin, downstairs to get me a drink. You want somethin’? ❞
❝ Yeah, get me a glass of bourbon, a shot of bourbon and a bourbon chaser. ❞
❝ Jealous? You kiddin’ me? Did you see that guy’s face? ❞
❝ Is it dangerous? ❞
❝ Save the damsel in distress, kill the bad guy and steal his treasure. ❞
❝ You know, nasty little fellows such as yourself, always get their comeuppance. ❞
❝ From now on, don’t touch anything. Not a damn thing. Keep your hands off the furniture, got it? ❞
❝ He wants your heart and your brain, your liver, your kidneys… ❞
❝ I never killed a priest before. ❞
❝ Kill them! Kill them all! And bring me the Book Of The Living! ❞
❝ This just keeps gettin, better and better. ❞
❝ Death is only the beginning. ❞
❝ Well,… I guess we go home empty handed. ❞

Talk about the Twitter post about sexism

Since we apparantly still live in the 1950′s sexism seems to still be a gigantic issue in video games. One problem I have with this is the people who speak up about it like it can just be ignored and blocked, that’s why that exists. But when you get told that literally every single game, something has to be wrong. 

I don’t understand how people can categorize it as trolling or just being toxic, because it is legit harassment towards someone based on gender and that shit seems to be more acceptable than toxic people. 

I had a game where these guys were going against each other, insulting each others playstyle and they threw their arguments aside just to fully focus their attack on me and being a girl.

It’s pathetic and sad having to block people on twitter because they say stuff like “please no feminism” and “wow this overreaction”

It’s just so sad to see, I literally have no words. I have no issues dealing with these people, I would move on and do whatever the fuck I was doing but knowing that girls everywhere suffer thanks to this behaviour, it literally makes me so uncomfortable and that this seems to never get punished- it’s… so disgusting. Nobody speaks up because exactly these reactions come back.

“are you sure you weren’t just playing bad?” buddy this guy was a tracer only main who said he couldn’t tank so he went torb instead and died in under 2 seconds, I’m pretty sure I wasn’t the issue. 

fucking cut my fingers off and wake me up when this shit is over and girls don’t have to be scared in video games anymore or don’t have to be scared to speak up. 

fucking hell.

I hated reading until...

“Father, I want to study law.”

I told him during dinner when I arrived from work. I embraced him when I assisted him to stand up because he couldn’t stand alone. I sort of succumbed to the enormousness of my thoughts. How on earth had this been possible? I didn’t know, the evening seemed to be as uncertain and as deep as my feelings. And so I did a little retroactive activity.

I remembered sixteen years ago I was ten. I didn’t know libraries exist. I wasn’t a fan of reading books. I was more of an outside kid. Although I liked going to school, I’d always look forward to trot into our home and change clothes to play games with friends and hunt bugs by catapulting stones into highrising trees in the neighborhood. When bugs plummeted from a towering tree behind the blazing sunlight, everyone got exhilirated.

I’d always hear my father reminding me to read books, but due to the inundating demands from outside home I must say I liked going outside more.. my father was persistent..he would remind me over and over again.

Once, I was helping my mother cook our lunch and I was called by my father. He was holding a thick old book. I supposed he was reading it, because there was a bookmark clasped in it. I was panting deep inside. Agitating thoughts flowed in my head in every inexplicable way. I sat down and waited. He asked me to pick up a science encyclopedia and read it aloud. And so I acquiesced. I was perspiring because when he opened the book and asked me to read, I didn’t know how to pronounce “fungi.” I would say it as is. Like “fuunngiii.”

My father got angry, and I was deeply quiet. Back then I didn’t particularly discern why he acted like that. I would always regard reading as a chore and I just couldn’t help but cry. If only I could play outside like I always do, I told myself.

Months passed and my father went busy supervising his vegetable business. And of course I continued playing and playing until I got tired. My friends got tired too. I guessed some things were bound to wane and fade away. I resorted to my instinct, I realized that I didn’t want to be reminded by my father anymore. I had a tiny paradigm shift and picked up a book because I got bored playing. The antique book didn’t have a cover, but I was fascinated by the sheer old smell of it, and the brownish stain that embraced it. And so I opened it and I started reading. I read it aloud alone chapter by chapter, and finished it. It was the start of everything. I finally needed nobody to tell me to read.

My father saw me and he kept working and years have passed I read classics and finished college with a degree in Literature. And I still couldn’t stop reading. I’m just in love with words.

Right now, he’s watching TV while playing Candy Crush in his tablet, it’s been his rapertoire since the day he got stroke. I’d always remind him to take his meds, I’d provide for him and I love him so much. I thank him because he gave me this gift that will never tarnish: the unending love for books…

When I told him that I wanted to study law, he couldn’t say a word.. All he did was to cry, and so everything had dovetailed to me..and I realized why he got angry when I pronounced the word “fungi” as is.

Some lines from Dear Evan Hansen that ruin me:

-will I ever be more than I’ve always been?
-all we see is sky for forever
-buddy you and I for forever this way
-all we see is light, cause the sun burns bright, like we’ll be alright.
-I’m sending pictures of the most amazing trees (no) you’ll be obsessed with all my forest expertise (absolutely not)
-you’re turning around, I can see (just wait and see)
-cause when the villains fall the kingdoms never weep, no one lights a candle to remember
- but what do you do when there’s this great divide? And what do you do when the distance is too wide?
-no one seems to care or stops to notice that we’re there so we get lost in the in between
-no one deserves to be forgotten
-if you never get around to doing some remarkable thing that doesn’t mean that you’re not worth remembering
-no one should flicker out or have any doubt that it matters that they are here
-and oh, someone will come runnin’ and I know they’ll take you home
-when you’re broken on the ground you will be found
-and what came before won’t count anymore or matter
-nobody else but the two of us here
-and you play who you need to play and you say what you need to say and if somebody’s in your way crush them and leave them behind well i guess if I’m not of use go ahead you can cut me loose go ahead now I won’t mind
-who somehow could see the good part of me
-sometimes you see everything you wanted and sometimes you see everything you wish you had and it’s right there right there right there in front of you and you want to believe it’s true
-no I’d rather pretend I’m something better than these broken parts, pretend I’m something other than this MESS that I am cause then I don’t have to look at it and NO ONE gets to look at it
-cause what if everyone saw? What if everyone knew? Would they like what they saw? Or would they HATE IT too?
-will I just keep on running away from what’s true? All I ever do is run.
-all of so big so small
-because today at least you’re you

I just realized something I think is pretty significant.

We all know that Sarada addresses Naruto as “Lord Seventh” implying that she’s had very little contact with him even though Sakura and he were on the same team, which is bizarre considering how important friends were to Naruto and how close he was with Sakura. I say was as, thanks to the terrible ending, nobody seems to be close to anybody anymore. However Sarada seems aware that Naruto and her parents used to be close, even before she speaks to Naruto.

But Naruto’s kids didn’t seem to have any idea who Sasuke even was. Like he’s called the “Shadow Kage” and is supposed to be Naruto’s strongest bond but it seems Naruto never bothered to mention him to his kids at all. Boruto knew him as Sarada’s dad but you’d think that, since once again he and Naruto were so close and that Sasuke played a very big role in ninja history over the last few decades, that Naruto would bring him up at least a few times. Have at least one picture of him somewhere.

But when Boruto first meets Sasuke he has no idea who he is. Even when Hinata says Sasuke’s name there’s no recognition; Naruto’s son has literally no clue who Sasuke is. Naruto never once bothered to show his kids a picture of his supposed “best friend” and “Shadow Kage.” Evidence given to us by the narrative would even suggest that most of the “new” generation have no idea who Sasuke is, considering that ChoCho didn’t recognize him either, and that his name and picture have been almost completely erased from history.

So what can we gather from this?

1. Naruto not only didn’t keep in contact with Sakura, but also practically hid Sasuke’s existence from everyone. Especially his own kids and history itself.

2. Sasuke, who isn’t in the village only once every decade or so, doesn’t seem to know how his story is being erased because he’s trusted it to Naruto.

3. Sakura is either completely clueless because she hasn’t kept in contact with anyone and just stays home all day or knows what’s going on but doesn’t care to try and correct it.

4. Hinata never knew anything anyway so she continues to be irrelevant even now.

5. Everyone who lived through the 4th Shinobi World War and knew of Sasuke’s contributions either turned a blind eye or, more than likely, has been silenced.

6. Even with only two Uchiha left in the entire world, they’re still being oppressed and they don’t even know it.

7. Team Taka’s contributions to not only Naruto and Sakura but the 4th Shinobi World War have been completely washed away because of their involvement with Sasuke and how tightly connected they are.
(Side note: It’s bizarre that Naruto will go so far out of his way to avoid talking about Sasuke’s achievements to the new generation, going so far as to make up lies about himself and Sasuke, and Sakura will tape herself over a picture of Karin but nobody seems all too concerned that Orochimaru’s kid is a ninja for the village. A man who experimented on children, tried to destroy the Hidden Leaf, and is known for planting spies in the village (Kabuto) is perfectly accepted but Team Taka is continually treated like criminals.)

So I’d really like to see the pros try and explain away this complete disrespect to Sasuke and Team Taka’s characters.


imagine stydia laying in bed together after they got stiles back.imagine them laying facing each other, and stiles gently caressing her cheeks as he tells her that they should sleep.she nods and moves closer to him and he wraps his arms around her pulling her closer to his body and after 2 minutes of just them hearing each other breathing and heartbeats lydia speaks “i still haven’t said it ba-” he interrupts her and tells her that she don’t have to but she sits on the bed and looks down at him and tells him “no, you deserve to know everything,i don’t want to hide anything from you anymore” she looks so small and fragile, so her reaches for the hand that is on her lap to encourage her, she intertwine their fingers and looks down at their joined hands, with small smile on her face she starts to talk “you have always been there for me even when i ignored you,you knew things about me that nobody else knew, you believed me when i didn’t even believe in myself” she looks at him, she sees that he has tears in his eyes,she drops her gaze to their joined hands and plays with his fingers while she continues “i liked you the way i liked scott, maybe a little bit more, but when i kissed you” she takes a shaky breath “but when i kissed you everything has changed, i didn’t know what i am feeling, i never felt like that and i was scared and i hated it because for the first time i didn’t feel like i am in control of what’s going on, so i tried to forget about it, i tried to spend more time with aiden and it worked for a while but i didn’t want to be with the bad guys anymore” she stops and wipes the tear that escaped her eye “and then you were not you, i thought i lost you” “i lost allison and aiden and i needed you but you weren’t there, i was mad not at you but at me because i had my chance and i was too scared to do something” she breaks down and cries.he sits and wraps her in his arms,so she is sitting in his lap now, she buries her face in the crook of his neck,  he whispers comforting words to her, she finds her voice and tells him “ sometimes i thought that maybe you still have feelings for me but then i see you with malia and i feel so stupid to think that you’re still waiting for me, you deserve to be happy and you were happy with her and i didn’t want to ruin the thing that made you happy, you deserve happiness after all of what happened with the Nogitsune , you waited years for me so i deserved to wait for you ” “ and then you saved me as you always do, and from that moment i knew that what i am feeling is not just temporary” .she speaks softly “ then you told me to remember that you love me but i forgot it” she pulls from their hug so she can see his face ,they are both crying now. she looks at him softly “i remembered that i love, i love you stiles” he crashes his lips against hers.he tries to tell her through the kiss that he loves her, that he missed her, that he is sorry for not being there for her. he kisses every inch of her face as he whispers that he loves her, he tells her that he is sorry, he tells her that it has always been her, no one but her.

“no one else but you lydia” 

and for the first time both of them sleep knowing that they’re right were they belong.safe in the love of their life arms. 

my thoughts on what happened after they got stiles back

  • they would spend each second holding hands 
  • she goes with him to his house 
  • she wears his clothes to sleep 
  • lydia tells him everything 
  • and he tells her everything 
  • they don’t have sex, they make out a lot but they both know that it’s not leading to sex.
  • they spend the night cuddling,talking and sharing kisses. 
  • stiles keeps making jokes to make her laugh. imagine before she starts talking she tells him that she is bad at feelings and after she finishes her mixtape he kisses her and after he drops his long ass mixtape he kisses her again and jokes that she is really good at feelings . and she chuckles and buries her face in his shirt. and tells him softly that he is stupid and he tells her gently “that’s why you love me” and she softly replies with “yeah, i dolove you” fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. 
  • the last thing they hear before they fall a sleep is “i love you”
  • stiles wakes up first, and he spend 5 minutes just staring at lydia sleeping.
  • he wakes her up with kisses. 
  • they have sex for the first time in the morning, they would have breakfast with the sheriff then after he leaves to work, they cuddle on the couch, stiles keeps complaining about that he missed so many episodes from ( a tv show that he and lydia watch together), and lydia tells him that she hasn’t watched the episodes yet and he tells her “why? i thought it was you favorite show and i remember once you told me that it’s a life changing show?” she turns around to face him and she tells him “you weren’t there to complain about how stupid the show is. so i got bored and i didn’t continue watching it” 

“oh god, i love you” he says and then he kisses her.they make out until lydia pulls back and looks at him,stiles know what she wants “you sure?” he tells her ,she nodes and then she is kissing him again ,he pulls back and gets up from the couch, she stares at him confused then he offers his hand to her saying ”i don’t want our first time to be on a couch” she grins and takes his hand and they fuck. 

Talcott on Jared

Talcott: Your Majesty…do you remember my grandfather?

Noctis: Yeah.

Talcott: There’s something I wasn’t able to tell you back then. Grandpa died because of me… It was my fault. An imperial officer approached me in town, asked if I was from the Crown City. And that was just the beginning:

“What brings you here, young man? You didn’t come here by yourself, did you? Your grandfather is a butler at a manor? How very grand! He rubs shoulders with the royal family? You must be ever-so proud!”

Talcott: I answered him without thinking. A little after that, the man showed up at our hotel.

Noctis: Talcott…

Talcott: Think what you will of me, but please know that Grandpa didn’t give you away.

Noctis: Listen.

Talcott: …Yeah?

Noctis: You’re not a kid anymore. You should know by now what happened that day wasn’t your faultnone of it. Y’know, it’s hard to ask someone else about their pain, but it’s just as hard to share your own with someone else.

Noctis: I appreciate you opening up to me, and I swear I’ll make things right. But believe me when I say that nobody blames you. Not me, not your grandpa. Trust me: you have the king’s word.

Talcott: I suppose you’re right, Your Majesty. Thank you.

anonymous asked:

I know what it's like to become attracted to a friend but imo that's because you love them as a friend and then you think you could be more. I get that with Sev and Lily and I think it is possible but also wondered what you thought about raw sexual attraction. I don't get the feeling from Sev that he lusted after Lily in the way that some teen boys do when they really fancy someone. Is there any one who fits the bill for you? Apart from Lucius!! I know you ship Lucius/Sev! Any girls?

Narcissa Black.

Absolutely 100% totally and utterly categorically…that’s my headcanon.

I sort of love the idea that Narcissa becomes oddly fond of the weird little kid who follows Lucius and their gang of older students around, who happily does their bidding.  She watches as her disgrace of a cousin needles him, and she finds herself nodding her encouragement towards the scrawny first year - pointing him towards spells in her own Dark Arts textbook…even bringing in the odd tome from the Black library for him to devour.

She takes an odd pleasure in seeing his obvious delight.  He’s everything she’s not - dark features compared to her light locks, his ugliness contrasts severely with her beauty, and he’s so desperately earnest in response to her cool indifference.  But despite herself, she grows quite fond of him.

For Severus’ part, it doesn’t hit him at first.  He’s in awe of all the older students - they know so much, and they command respect around the school.  He admires Malfoy, and hangs on the older boy’s every word - but he can’t help but feel a flush of pride when Narcissa sends a kind word his way.  He knows she’s pretty - he can see that for himself, and he knows that the older boys scrap over her affections.

His hormones hit him like the Hogwarts Express in the summer between second and third year.  His body started doing weird things weeks before he headed back to Cokeworth - his voice constantly oscillating between a ridiculously high pitch and a smooth baritone that he wishes he could maintain.  He’s got hair in places where he didn’t anticipate that hair could grow, and there’s an almost constant swathe of bumpy spots that break out across his otherwise smooth cheeks.

He knows that Lily is pretty.  They sit at the park, and he finds himself distracted by her eyes, and her lips, and the way she crosses her smooth legs.  He forces himself to shake his head - it’s Lily, his friend, and he shouldn’t be thinking such thoughts.  Not about Lily.  She’s too…

He’s in a hurry to get back to Hogwarts.  He’s not far off 14 now, or so he tells his ma, and he’s grown at least a foot since last year; his need for new school trousers tells its own tale.  He slopes into the Slytherin common room with a quiet confidence that hadn’t been apparent in previous years.  Malf is Head Boy, and happily holds court - cheerfully welcoming Severus into his group of older students.  For once in his life, Severus feels at home, as if he’s earnt his place at Malfoy’s side.

…and then she walks in.  Narcissa Black.  And this time, like all the older boys, Severus’ jaw nearly hits the floor.  He always knew she was pretty - like Lily - but now?  Now he realises that she’s drop dead gorgeous.  He’s glad he’s sitting down, and really glad he’s got a new pair of trousers.  He casually clasps his hands in his lap, and calls over a hello - and then cringes when his voice squeaks.  Malfoy laughs - a deep, hearty bellow that contrasts so clearly with Severus’ high pitched voice - and Severus flushes.

But Narcissa smiles, and ruffles his hair as she winds her way through the common room.

It doesn’t get any easier.  She turns 17 - of wizarding majority - and then 18.  She floats around in stylish robes, and expensive jewellery.  Her make up is flawless, and Severus?  Severus is gawky and awkward.  He’s growing quickly, but it has the effect of making him unsure in his own body - he fumbles, and trips, and his limbs seem as if they’re out of sync with the rest of him.

His voice has finally dropped, and it’s a rich, low timbre.  He couldn’t have hoped for better, but for some reason, whenever Narcissa smiles at him, that wretched squeak returns.  He hates it, and he blushes.

He doesn’t mean to fantasise about her, but he can’t help it.  She’s gorgeous.  He loves Malfoy, he always has - and deep down, he knows she’ll marry him.  The other boys might date her for a few weeks, but Malfoy is always watching with that sly smile and air of indifference.  Severus knows better.  Severus knows that Lucius is anything but.

So he keeps his thoughts to himself, lest he lose his older friend.  He doesn’t tell Avery or Mulciber, and he doesn’t put quill to parchment.  He draws his four poster shut as lights go out, and then, in the comfort of his own bed, he allows his mind to wander.

He doesn’t want her to leave.  It was bad enough when Malfoy left, but the idea of studying in the common room without Narcissa’s laugh tinkling in the background is enough to make him depressed.  She tells him that he’ll be busy enough with his OWLs to study for.

She knows.  He isn’t convinced that she knows, but he’s certain she suspects.  He catches her looking at him from time to time - a slight smile playing across her lips.  He wraps his robes tighter around him, and puts his head down; she can’t know, it’s impossible.  He’s never breathed a word to anyone.  He’s never even whispered her name out loud in the privacy of his own bed.

“I always thought you two would get together,” he said, pointing his glass towards Lucius, who was animatedly telling a tale to a group in the corner of the Ministry ballroom, all whilst a witch clutched his arm and gazed at him adoringly.

“And so we shall,” she replied, with a smile.  

Severus tried to school his features, but his surprise briefly showed.  

“He might be playing the field,” she admitted, “but I have always known that I would end up with Lucius.  It’s not a bad thing.  There are worse men than Lucius Malfoy.”  She gave him a pointed look.  


“I’m surprised that nobody ever taught you Occlumency.”

Severus scoffed.  “Nobody uses that anymore.  It’s a lost art.”

“Purebloods do,” she said.  “Your thoughts scream out across the room, Severus.”

He swallowed hard as she leant towards him, her perfume enticing him.

“They always have done.  …I can hear them now.”

He flushed again - that deep red that she had so missed.  “Cissy, I did not intend any disresp-”

She smiled, and quaffed her drink.  “I know you used to think about me when you-”

“Cissy!  …please.  I’m sorry.”

She glanced over at Lucius, who was still holding court, and still being lusted after by his admirer.  “If you can honestly tell me that you’ve never thought about me in that way, I’ll stop.”  

He stood in silence.

“Your thoughts are still screaming at me, Severus,” she whispered, threading her fingers through his own.  “…you still think about me, don’t you?”

That flush was back, threatening to permanently stain his pale cheeks scarlet.

Narcissa held out her arm.  “Would you be so kind as to escort me upstairs, Severus?”

This time, his eyes widened, but he was no fool.  He took her arm and strode to the staircase, purposely keeping his gaze well away from Malfoy.  He could practically feel the metaphorical dagger in his back, but the only thing that would cause him to give up his fantasy would be an old fashioned wizarding duel - and with a girl hanging off his arm in front of a full ballroom, Malfoy wasn’t about to show his hand.

The pair married, as Narcissa had expected - and they stayed friends with him.  He followed Narcissa’s suggestion and learnt Occlumency - mastered it, even.  He was grateful when a few years later, Malfoy tentatively probed his mind.


“I beg your pardon?”

She cast at the lock, securing the door and marched over to him, pressing him against the wall.  

“Bloody hell, Cissy,” he said, hoarsely.  “I didn’t realise you wanted a re-ru-”

“How?  He thinks we didn’t have sex.  How?”

Severus’ eyes glazed over, the impassive mask abruptly in place.  “I showed him what he wanted to see.  A construct.”

“A fake memory instead of a wall?”

He nodded.

“Teach me.”


“Teach me.”


“So we can do this,” she said, touching her lips to his.  He didn’t react, so she pressed harder, threading her hands through his hair.

Watcher or Player ?- Tommy Mancuso x Reader

Originally posted by bicanaries


Pairing : Tommy Mancuso x Reader

Fandom : Nerve

Warnings : Grammar mistakes 

A/N: Sooo, I think this is the first Tommy Mancuso x Reader fanfic here, and I’m proud to be the first to post something about him, even if it’s crap, oops


“Tommy !” you said, walking towards your best friend. 

 "Hey Y/N, what’s up ?“

"Have you heard of that game called Nerve ? Here, look.” he furrowed his eyebrows as you handed him your phone.

“Yeah, but barely. The only thing I know is that it’s starting to be quite popular. What is it about ?” he said, his eyes following the words across the screen.

“It’s a game where you can either play or watch. If you’re a player, you have to take on a series of dares to earn both money and fame. And if you’re a watcher, well, you have to pay to watch people doing their dares. Vee joined the game yesterday night and chose to be a player because Sydney encouraged her, but those dare are dangerous, Tommy. This thing knows everything about you once you’ve registered.”

“Vee is a player?!” he said, his eyes widening. “No, that’s impossible. I mean, I don’t think she would do that, she’s one of the shyest girl I know.”

“I know, but I swear, i’m not lying! Nobody else should be involved in this game anymore, it’s too dangerous and someone has to do something. Vee is becoming popular, she won a lot of money and her dares are getting really dangerous.” you bite your lips and crossed your arms. You knew how unsafe this game was and you were worried sick for Vee, and the rest of the world.

“ …Y/N, I know you might hate me for saying this but if Vee is in danger, we have to play.”

“Wait, what ?!” now it was your turn to have your eyes wide open

"The watcher can see everything the player does, right ? Then we have to keep an eye on Vee. We are going to do something, because I highly doubt someone else will !”

“Okay, no, Tom, just listen. This game is EVIL. Once you’re logged in, there’s no coming back ! They know everything about your life, they control everything !”

“Y/N, do you even know what I can do with a laptop?” he said smiling, his eyes staring into yours. “I do know how evil the whole internet is. We only know and use ten percent of it. Trust me, I know what i’m doing.”

“Oh my god. Please at least use your own phone if you want to play this goddamn game. I hate you. You know that, right ?” you said as you rub your hands over your face, feeling more and more anxious

“Of course I know.” he smiled as he handed you back your phone before taking his own out of his pocket.

“Let’s do this.” he glanced at you and noticed your worried expression. “Hey. Please, you have to trust me.”

“Shut up, I need a hug.” Your best friend laughed and engulfed you in a tight hug, which you gladly returned, hugging him tighter.

“Just don’t do anything dumb, Mancuso.” He rolled his eyes and kissed your forehead before pulling away. “I promise-”

You jumped as the Game Voiceover interrupted him.


“Wow, that’s creepy.” he said, staring at the screen

“You still have the opportunity to give up! You know that some kid in Seattle died playing that, right ?”

“Y/N, we’re not playing ! We’ll watch, AND end this game ! But PLEASE, you have to shut your pretty little mouth and trust me.”

You stayed silent and sighed, because you knew you could'nt change his mind. Tommy was very good with our technology, and he knew a lot of things that he probably shouldn’t.

“Okay Y/N, we’re watchers now.”

“Yeah, awesome” you said sarcastically. “Are you going to find Vee or are you just being a dumb watcher just like everyone else ?”

“Jeez Y/L/N, chill.” his eyes were still on the screen, as he scrolled throught the player’s profiles.

“Okay, I think I found her. Her user is Vee_99 and- wait…she’s not playing alone. She has a partner, _IAN_, which means that they have to do their dares together. Shit, what do our naïve friend get herself into now ?” he shook his head and bites his lips. “Get in the car, we’re going to find her.” he ran his hand through his hair and grabbed his keys and laptop.

“Where are we going ?” you said, as he started driving

“I don’t know, it’s some kind of arena.”

“What ?!”

He rolled his eyes “The dare. They have to do it there.” He seemed pissed off, and honestly, you could understand. Sometimes you were being a jerk for no reason, and you hated yourself for that, but you could'nt help yourself. There was an awkward silence and you decided to broke it.

“Tommy…” you said, almost whispering. “I’m sorry if I pissed you off. We both know I can be a pain in the ass, and I’m always nervous for anything, but I never doubted you. I trust you, and I know you can do it.”

He smiled but stayed silent, his eyes focused on what was in front of him. “We’re here.”

As you were about to step off the car, you saw a familiar face running towards the both of you.

"Tommy, Y/N! Guys, please, you have to stay out of this.” It was Vee, she seemed terrified and anxious.

“Vee, we know what kind of game this is !”

“No, Y/N you don't ! That’s the point ! I broke the rules, I’m a prisoner now. The watchers, they stole our identities and my only way out is to win. Please, this is dangerous, stay away from this. I can take care of myself.” She put her hand on your cheek then kissed your forehead “Thank you though guys…really. I have one more dare to win. It’ll be over soon.” you could see she was holding back tears, and her voice was slightly cracking. Then, she turned away and disappeared in the crowd.

“Y/N, I need your help. Here, take this” Tommy handed you his laptop and you already knew what he was going to do.

“Is it safe ?” you whispered

“Yeah, don’t worry. Anything is safer than this game anyway. The only thing I have to do is to hack the very first player, the one who created the game, so I can have an access to every code. Then, I’ll be able to change them in order to desactivate every account. I’ll need 5 minutes, maybe less, can you please check if the dare started ?”

You took his phone and went through Vee’s profile. “Not yet, but the viewers are making a countdown. Tommy, you have to be quick.” you bite your lips, holding back tears.

“It’s almost done…I’ve got the codes, now I have to desactivate the game”


“10 seconds !”

“The countdown is at 5 ! Tommy you have to do something !” you said, as tears were streaming down your cheeks.

"I can’t Y/N ! I can’t do anything ! Everything froze!”

Suddenly, you heard a gunshot, and you put your hands on your mouth. You were unable to move, and everything around you seemed to have vanished.

“Now!” Tommy shout, and you felt his phone vibrating.




Your eyes widened as a small smile appeared on your face “You..”

“We did it, Y/N” you jumped into his arms and cried on his shoulder. “But w-what about Vee ?” you said as you pulled away, remembering your friend just got shot.

“She’s fine. The bullets were blanks. Sydney told me they were trying to help us shut down Nerve, so we planned it together before we got here”

“Why didn’t you tell me ?” you said as he wiped your tears away.

“Because you’re a pain in the ass.” he laughed and kissed your nose, hugging you tighter.

the fake ah crew definitely have to take turns for who gets to decide how a post-heist celebration should be played out

like, gavin, michael, and lindsay always decide to do a bar crawl. and, okay, here’s the thing: you have not been on a true bar crawl until you have bar-crawled with the fake ah crew. cops are called. lots of making out happens. people lose their pants–this has nothing to do with the making out.

jack and geoff usually go for an casual party/feast at the penthouse (geoff’s tends to involve a great deal more booze, and jack always orchestrates a massive pizza delivery). sometimes they’ll go for a little bit of bar-hopping, but listen: they are tired. they just spent all day heisting, and they are tired. they say they’re not going to fall asleep by nine o’clock, but they do. 

jeremy and mica? block party. share the celebration, share the joy, bust open some fire hydrants and buy up all the beer and hot dog buns and fireworks in the tri-county area. (also, jeremy: “you guys have to carry me around on your shoulders in celebration.” 
“uh, for how long?” 
“when does the sun come up?”)

nobody lets ray pick anymore because the very first time he was like, “i want to sit on my couch and play resident evil alone.”
“you– the way you want to celebrate as a group is for us to go away.”
“yup. also, stop at that convenience store before you drop me off. i need snacks.”

and honestly no one can predict what the fuck ryan is going to say. either he’s totally fucking with them or he’s using the opportunity to unveil some unprecedented hobbies.
“we’re going minigolfing.”
“we’re baking tiramisu.”
“we’re adopting all the dogs at the animal shelter. every single one of them.”

every time we have a teambuilding thing at work, they always have us play this game where you write down two real facts and one fake fact about yourself and people have to guess which is which, and I love it because my Real Facts are always like “somebody wrote a research paper about the idea that some Flash videos I made in like 2004 are an exploration of masculinity from the teenage viewpoint” and “I had a pet squirrel when I was little but we had to get rid of him when he attacked my grandma.” so then I can make my fake facts fucking ridiculous and nobody knows what’s real anymore.

feud: bette and joan & whatever happened to baby jane sentence starters

❛ fuck off, ___! ❜

❛ you’re going to need it after i break your goddamned legs! ❜

❛ you make it look so easy, i hope i didn’t ruin it ❜

❛ look, we don’t have to be best pals, just allies ❜

❛ every time i think about something nice, you remind me of bad things ❜

❛ in the desert that was my childhood, i was grateful for any kind of genuine affection ❜

❛ you can’t take it that your turn is over and you’re blaming me! ❜

❛ nobody wants you anymore! nobody’s watching you anymore! ❜

❛ i only want to talk about the nice things ❜

❛ feuds are never about hate. feuds are about pain. ❜

❛ usually i play the bitch ❜

❛ well why should that upset you? isn’t that how i was conceived?! ❜

❛ i admire her talent and her craft, and i will have her respect, even if i have to kill both of us to get it ❜

❛ i don’t need subtext, i need good text ❜

❛ i’ve got great tits too, but i don’t throw them in everyone’s face ❜

❛ usually i play the bitch ❜

❛ hello, daddy ❜

❛ you mean all this time we could have been friends? ❜

We Were Liars by E. Lockhart :: Sentence Starters
  • "Just messing around."
  • "I thought we started over. Isn't this the starting over?"
  • "I was a coward."
  • "Why do you hate yourself?"
  • "You've got to be kidding."
  • "Do you believe in God?"
  • "Nothing penetrates my armor. Hadn't you noticed?"
  • "Damn. I thought it was working."
  • "You don't know me."
  • "I shouldn't do this."
  • "I know. I knew all along."
  • "I want to talk about it."
  • "I was a coward."
  • "I want things I can't have."
  • "You have crossed me. You will die if you cross me again."
  • "It's fucked up that I did all that. I'm sorry."
  • "Get out!"
  • "You've remembered."
  • "You've been crying."
  • "You don't like him."
  • "Do you even play handball?"
  • "She looks like you."
  • "If you're going crazy it's your own damn choice."
  • "I don't know what to tell you."
  • "Did you sleep in your clothes?"
  • "I can see the flames."
  • "Some people have nothing. We have everything."
  • "Nobody asked you."
  • "Why did you give away all your belongings?"
  • "Do you remember anything else?"
  • "I don't think I should talk about it anymore or I'll start crying again."
  • "We killed the dogs."
  • "I still don't remember what went wrong."
  • "I can't stay here with you."
  • "I shouldn't have kissed you."
  • "See you in a better world."
  • "You know what's terrifying?"

“We’re all crazy. Some of us just hide it better than others.”
“Damn it. I hate Mondays." 
"Most people are stronger than they know. They just forget to believe in it sometimes.”
“Until you let someone in, you’ll always be alone.”
“I’m so sleepy and you’re so talky." 
"There’s nothing wrong with fairytales. Everyone ends up happily ever after." 
"You’re way too young to not believe that it’s gonna be okay.”
“I’d rather watch Gossip Girl. It’s so bad for me.”
“You say a lot when you keep your mouth shut.”
“Sometimes people write the things they can’t say." 
"I am who I am, no excuses." 
"Sometimes people play hard to get to know the other person’s feelings are real." 
"Consider that me hitting you, without the hitting.”
“I heard you were naked in his car.”
“It’s worth nothing if you can’t knock down the shot.”
“It’s funny. You’re scared of what’s out there. I’m scared of what’s in here.”
“What are we waiting for? All we have is now." 
"This is like dance auditions for Crap the Musical." 
"I did something tonight and I can’t take it back.”
“I’m really messed up on the hooch, you know." 
"Just the smell of it, like sports bras and desperation." 
"I’m sorry, is that hair color seeping into your brain?" 
"I wanted you to fight for me. I wanted you to say there’s no one else you could ever be with and that you’d rather be alone than without me." 
"But it never seemed like you missed me. And I guess because of it, I stopped missing you." 
"In the end, it hurts all the same.”
“The bad guys lie to get in your bed. The good guys lie to get in your heart.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of. Not being enough." 
"And why won’t you ever just let me all the way in?" 
"Yeah, it sucks always being the footnote in someone else’s love story.”
“I gave you a second chance and you blew it.”
“I need you to need me back.”
“You don’t get to have me. Not my body and, sure as hell, not my heart." 
"It’s time to play Truth or Dare. Or maybe just dare, because no one really tells the truth anymore." 
"You’re going to have to try harder the next time you practice bitch-craft." 
"I just really, really, really want to believe it’s gonna be okay." 
"First of all, you don’t know me. Second of all, You don’t know me." 
"It’s always going to be there, isn’t it? You and me." 
"My whole world’s being ripped away from me and all I can do is sit and watch it happen." 
"Nobody can take anything from you unless you let them.”
“I never let myself need anybody. Ever.”
“It seems like you’re trying really hard to push me away.”
“Who knew my subconscious could be such a bitch?" 
"You’ve got nothing to be afraid of. It’s just life." 
"I guess I’m just a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside a bitch." 
"You can’t see it, but underneath my sunglasses, I’m rolling my eyes." 
"It hurt like hell the last time I lost you.”
“If you don’t ask for something, you can’t just expect it to happen.”
“Wouldn’t you rather take a chance, than always wonder what could have been?" 

I love Melee as much as the next guy but you can’t seriously be angry that nobody’s paying attention to your 15 year old party game that only 13 people play ‘professionally’ because the game’s been exploited past a reasonable point. Like yeah you can play Melee and have fun and I’m glad you’re having fun but like people have moved on man…no one really cares about L-Cancelling anymore….sorry dude

oh father oh son

Father and son

Nobody no one

Father and son

when it’s all said and done

You were no father

I was no son

Oh father oh son

Why did we make this a war

I don’t want to play anymore

Oh father oh son

You could have been the one

Oh father

You could have saved my soul

Oh father

I could have have been the one

I never bothered

To be a a better son

So why bother to be the father

You never had

You and I 

Blue boy, blue dad

You are so sad

Fathers and sons aren’t supposed to be like this

Always feeling like something was missed

Father and son

Always watching how it’s done

Father and son

A picture on a card

A quote that will never match

When you are always far

We can’t play catch

Like fathers and sons do

On father’s day cards

Oh father oh son

Pick up the phone

Oh father

Stop feeling so alone

oh son

Call your father

Oh father

Answer your son

Oh father oh son

Stop waiting for everyone

To answer your prayer

The answer is there

Father and son

Don’t wait for anyone

Be a father and son.