but only if she consented

things I love about Steve Trevor
  • He makes sure he actually thanks Diana for pulling him out of the water
  • The only time he ever expresses doubt to Diana about any of her beliefs is when he’s trying to convince her not to jeopardize the mission by killing Ludendorff, and even then it’s a hypothetical (“what if”)
    • He also does after she kills Ludendorff but that’s after her belief is shattered so I don’t really count it
  • He is so duty-bound I love him so much no wonder he and Diana got along so well
  • He just. Wants the people around him to be happy? The scene after they rescue Veld always kills me, and two parts in particular: 
    • When Charlie starts playing piano and singing and Steve says “I haven’t heard him sing in years…” and his face is all soft and you can see the shadow of a smile tugging at his lips but you can also see all the sadness in his eyes from those years of him not singing
    • And when he’s dancing with Diana and it starts to snow and she looks up and is so confused and delighted and he’s like “it’s snow… go on, touch it” and she does (also she has to let go of his hand to do it and he still encourages her to? such a small thing but oh man my heart) and he looks at her with such heart eyes
    • Honestly Chris Pine played him so well, so much complex emotion depicted even when he’s not speaking, like jfc well done
  • I love the boat scene, partly because it’s just fucking hilarious but mostly because their conversation is so respectful. She tells him she was sculpted from clay and brought to life by the breath of Zeus and his reaction is just to raise his eyebrows and say “Well, that’s neat.” 
    • I know that could read as sarcastic but it doesn’t to me at all. It’s funny, sure, but he isn’t making fun of her. It’s genuine and kind, even when what she’s saying is fairly unbelievable.
    • Just the entire way they speak in this scene… He never adopts that Mansplaining Tone™ that is so common, even when he’s actually explaining things. He talks because he wants to share information. It’s a cultural exchange, and I loved it.
  • After Veld, when they’re sitting and watching the villagers dance, he just quietly says, “You did this.” and she’s the one who smiles at him and says, “We did this.” He has so much respect for her and it kills me inside because it’s not “We did this” originally (which could be him pointing out that they’re a good team, him saying they have things in common, or a thousand other things), it’s just “You did this,” because he just wants her happy. He wants her to recognize how goddamn impressive she is. There is no agenda to what he said and it fucks me up
  • The entire scene with the kiss. Like, I’m gay as hell, usually I hate this kind of thing because it feels so unnecessary, but this was so well done I’m genuinely glad it was included
    • When he escorts her up to a room he then starts to leave. Even with all of that tension he doesn’t want to assume that she wants anything to happen. 
    • So he has his hand on the door and he starts to back out of the room and he hesitates just long enough for her to turn around and meet his gaze. And even then he’s reading that as a sign that she wants him in the room so he steps forward and closes the door behind her and then looks up again to confirm that’s what she wanted. And even after that, he crosses over to her so slowly and lets her be the one to actually initiate the kiss. 
    • He gives her a thousand and one chances to change her mind, to give him a small indication that she’s uncomfortable or doesn’t want it to happen, and it’s only once she lets all of those chances pass that they kiss. 
    • Consent-based relationships, man. Fuck me up.
  • Speaking of consent… the scene after Diana returns to Veld and sees the gas has killed everyone fucks me up
    • Steve’s followed her there and is clearly freaked the fuck out because she’s just gone and he physically can’t go in to try to find her because of the gas
    • So when she comes out he’s so visibly relieved and he goes forward and puts his hands around her face, clearly wanting to kiss her, and she shoves him away and says “stay away from me.” and he does.
    • He lets her be furious and devastated and overwhelmed because he knows what it’s like to feel powerless and I think he is genuinely sorry he contributed to her feeling this much pain. He lets her say she’s angry, he lets her blame him, he lets her grieve and doesn’t stop her when she leaves him there.
    • Not only does he not stop her, he sees the smoke from Chief’s fire and yells to her to follow it because he had followed Ludendorff. Their argument from the ballroom still isn’t resolved - she wants to just kill him and be done with it, Steve wants that to wait so they can focus on stopping the gas - but he recognizes that this is her choice and even after she’s basically just blamed an entire village’s deaths on him (and on herself) he tries to help her carry it out.
  • So after Diana’s killed Ludendorff and the war is still going on and Steve runs up to find her, he’s so visibly relieved that she’s alive and (like after Veld) goes to kiss her but backs away without her doing anything because he realizes the “stay away from me” thing has never been explicitly lifted. She might still want nothing to do with him and he respects that.
    • He does touch her a couple times after this but it’s always brief, I think it continues only because she didn’t react negatively the first time, and like they’re in the middle of a fucking war and I think Steve’s about 900% convinced that they’re all going to die so I’m gonna cut him a little slack here.
  • They have that “argument” again, where Diana says “this should have stopped, I killed him, why is this still going on” and instead of saying I told you so Steve just tries to get her to move on and help him save other people.
    • When he says “maybe it’s us! maybe we’re to blame!” (meaning not Ares) and she says that (obviously) she isn’t to blame, he doesn’t hesitate, he just says “but maybe I am.” He’s willing to put that on himself. Also, the qualifier through this scene - but maybe it’s us - is so important to me, because he’s still not saying “you’re wrong.” it’s a maybe.
    • When she refuses to go with him he’s clearly frustrated (again I’m giving him a pass here because he’s frustrated because he knows he won’t be able to save as many people without her) but he still doesn’t try to force her to go with him. He doesn’t guilt-trip her, doesn’t yell at her for not helping. He just gives that desperate shrug and says “I have to go. I’m sorry, I have to go.”
    • And when Charlie and Sam and Chief show up and ask where Diana is, all he says is “we’re on our own.” Not “she wouldn’t fucking help us” - which frankly is probably what I would have said in this situation - just that statement and nothing more.
  • In their final scene, when she’s hurt and dazed and temporarily hard of hearing, he breaks his “no touching” rule, but he breaks it because he’s helping her stand up and then because, well… even if she doesn’t, he knows he’s never going to see her again. 
    • It’s also super important to me that he doesn’t try to kiss her in this scene, because god knows he must have wanted to. He sees that she is in no shape to consent to anything like that and he doesn’t even come close to pushing it.
    • I’m not even gonna get into the “I can save today” part because I’m still too emotionally fraught
    • He says is “I wish we had more time.” before he tells her he loves her and literally runs to his death. That’s it. Nothing that could possibly make her feel guilty, nothing that could have seemed like he regretted anything. Not “I wish we hadn’t gone to the front.” Just “I wish we had more time.”
    • And he then, metaphorically and literally, gives her more time. Because he knows his clock has run out, but that doesn’t mean hers has to… So he runs and saves today and gives her his watch. Gives her time.
  • Anyway I’m seventeen thousand levels of fucked up from this movie, please feel free to add because Steve is amazing and a genuinely good, complex, respectful male character like this should be celebrated

marblelove  asked:

Oh my goodness!😢 Don't get me started on Narti.😁 She was awesome as well! That mind control ability 👏👏 Potential wasted!

Cosima saying “you own me”, I don’t think is a bad choice of writing. For so long, she has fought to not be owned by anything or anyone. For so long she has had this burden of being a property of Neolution. And she has never consented to any of that.
And now, those words have come from her. And she uttered those words to Delphine. It was not Delphine who said that she owns Cosima. Come on you guys. This is the one and only thing she is consenting to. She knows that Delphine loves her and even without knowing what the end game really is, she trusts Delphine’s intentions and accepts that all of the things Delphine is doing is for her. This is Cosima accepting the relationship full circle. Entrusting herself entirely to and giving herself to Delphine.

teach your girl to say no, to spit no like fire, to never apologize for it. her spine: NO. her fists: NO. her teeth all NO together.

but first and more importantly, teach your boy to see no, hear no, understand no before it’s spelled out for him. have him take “no” easily, not as an excuse to keep trying.

have him feel “no” like a change in the air so that he can infer it without so much as a word. don’t settle for no as just as the dictionary definition, show him no in body language, in “i’d rather not,” in “yes, but i’m drunk.”

teach him that “no” is not “convince me,” teach him to accept it gently, without violence, without feeling that he’s having something “denied” to him. “no” is not “take it from my fingers.” no is a shrug, is “i’m not sure,” no is a look, a scared smile, a terrified giggle. No is in the pocket of her clothes, no matter what they look like.

have him assume “no,” not “yes, unless otherwise stated.” girls are not swings on the playground, he cannot be upset when they don’t “share” themselves with him. there is no sharing, she is not an object. of a girl he sees on the street who doesn’t give him her number or react well to what he calls her: teach him she is not taking from him what is due, she is not denying him, she has never and will never belong to him. she will be his only after explicit and repeated consent and only by that alone. 

do me a favor

teach him no.

—  A GIRL NOT SAYING “NO” IS NOT A GIRL SAYING “YES” // r.i.d
Bloodsucker: Tom Holland x vampire!Reader (part I)

Tom has a girlfriend and they have some very big problems. (they might have to do with her…condition)

2k words // tom masterlist // my other masterlist  // a spooky playlist 

A lot of things were troubling for Tom. And most of them had to do with the fact that his girlfriend was a vampire. Okay, well, all of them had to do with her being a blood-sucking, night crawling, child of the night.

Tom was no longer worried about what she had often called “the little stuff”. Stuff like: could he hide her from the paparazzi? Or could he arrange his sleep schedule to work where they could spent more than just a few hours together?

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Another pet peeve regarding anti-Catholicism: people who claim that Mary was raped even though Scripture couldn’t have been more blatantly obvious in demonstrating her consent. (I’m not even going to get into how the Incarnation of Christ didn’t even involve physical intercourse to begin with)

Just…no. This is the first sign someone has never read the Bible in their life. It’s written in plain text right there exactly how it went down. God sent an angel to tell Mary her purpose in God’s plan, and when she asked “By how shall this be done, for I know not man?” (meaning she wanted to know how she would conceive a son since she was both a virgin and didn’t want to cheat on her husband) the angel explained it to her that the Holy Spirit will overshadow her and allow her to conceive a son in her womb. Then, and only then, did she say yes, and Jesus wasn’t conceived a moment sooner than that.So to review: she was told what was wanted of her, she was explained how it would happen, and was asked for informed consent before she emphatically gave it and only then did anything further occur. Her decision was, even by modern standards, completely respected in the matter.

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Rosvolio + wedding night?

There was not enough wine in the world to ready Benvolio for what he was about to do.

God knows, he had done his best to fortify himself for the task at hand, having finished off several glasses of his uncle’s best Rhenish between all the feasting and the dancing – and, for his pains, was now feeling more than a trifle light-headed – but he could not yet bring himself to rise from his chair and make his way upstairs, where his all-too unwilling bride waited.

The ceremony had taken place that morning in Capulet’s cathedral, as his uncle had wished, for the remaining structural work had miraculously – and mysteriously – been completed before the arrival of autumn. All of Veronan society had turned out for the occasion, dressed their most colorful silks, velvets, and brocades, making the interior of the basilica resemble nothing less than a great casket of jewels. His bride, for her part, had made her way towards the altar dressed in a gown of deep cerulean blue, and Benvolio couldn’t help but notice the bodice, cut square and delectably low across her chest – before he had the good sense to shift his gaze upward.

As the assembled nobles stood watching, the two of them had knelt, their hands joined together by the bishop, followed by an exchange of vows in Latin. There was a brief mass, and those gathered took communion, beginning with the newly-married couple, both of them dutifully parting their lips to receive the body of their Lord. It had been difficult for Benvolio not to think back to the last wedding he had attended – a secret one, with only two witnesses, the ceremony performed by a humble friar – and draw altogether unfavorable comparisons. For all the misfortunes it had brought, his cousin’s marriage had at least been born out of love, not politics, and there had been no mistaking the joy and passion in the eyes of Romeo and his Capulet bride as they had uttered their vows in that candle-lit chapel. Benvolio’s new wife would not even look at him – although he could hardly blame her, given his rather cowardly lack of resistance to the news of their betrothal. And if her heart secretly belonged to another, as he had come to suspect, gazing upon his face would no doubt bring her only pain.

At the celebratory feast that evening, they had proved a somber pair as they sat together at the high table, sharing from the same plate and goblet, but saying almost nothing to each other. She drank but a half-glass of wine and ate very little, and part of him wondered if she planned to escape this marriage simply by refusing to eat, intent on wasting away from lack of sustenance. As the revelries proceeded into the night, Benvolio found himself reaching for the wine time and again, refilling the glass from the silver flagon that sat nestled among the platters of food. The warm evening air was heavy with torch-smoke, thick with the sounds of the drum and pipe as they sung out over the voices in the crowded courtyard, and Benvolio had slowly felt his head begin to spin with it.

In that haze, his eyes had found occasion to seek her out, drawn to her as to a lodestone, although he did not dare to let them linger long. For even in her silent indignation, his wife truly was beautiful – no man could deny it. In the warmth of the torchlight her skin shimmered with rich tones of gold and umber, pulling attention to the winged jut of her collarbones and the length of her neck. She had been endowed with wide, dark eyes, made more expressive by her frequent displays of wit, and a pair of full and rounded lips that seemed to have been formed for no other purpose than to be kissed. He remembered how she had once spoken of her desire to enter a convent – but by Saint Peter, what a waste that would have been.

Yet in the end it mattered not what he thought of her neck or her eyes or even the fullness of her lips, for she did not want him and had only consented to marry him by means of great persuasion from her uncle and the prince. And as Benvolio stared into his half-empty glass, he had realized he could not bear to have her think of him the same way, as yet another man who sought to break her will upon his own.

By and by, the night had grown late, the torches burning low within their sconces, and the time had come for the bride to take her leave and excuse herself from the assembled company. She had risen to her feet amid the ribald cheers and customary encomiums to her beauty and virtue, and just as quickly departed – all without a single glance in Benvolio’s direction. A pair of serving women had been directed to escort her upstairs to his chambers and there she was to make herself ready for bed.

Benvolio waited as long as he possibly could to follow, and he might have waited a while longer, had not his uncle come and clasped a strong hand around his shoulder.

“Go, Benvolio, and make a Montague of her,” he urged, nodding his head towards the stairs, “or at least put one in her.”

Benvolio’s face burned bright with shame – for they should all have been ashamed, having cruelly used this young maid as a pawn in their dealings – but his uncle mistook it for excitement and laughed lustily, quickly pulling Benvolio out of his chair and pushing him in the direction of his chamber.

His feet were like lead upon the stairs, a sharp contrast with his dizzy head, and a hopeful part of him latched onto the possibility that she had simply gone to sleep rather than await his arrival.

Alas, fortune did not favor him, for as he quietly opened the door he could see that a single candle had been left burning and his new bride was sitting up in bed, very much awake. She was clad in a nightgown of fine ivory linen, her unbound hair falling in loose curls over her shoulders. A pair of dark eyes instantly turned towards him, her hands stiff as she clutched the bedclothes tightly against her chest. He had not imagined that he could possibly feel more abashed, but the way she was staring at him, with equal parts defiance and fear written into her gaze, made his heart twist forcefully against his ribs. Had she imagined that he would straightaway attempt to claim his marital rights, he wondered, even in the face of her unwillingness? One look at her was all it took for him to know.

“Fear not, lady,” he muttered with a sigh, “I will not impose myself upon you.”

His words seemed to put her at ease, but only slightly, her wary eyes still fixed upon him as he stepped into the room.

“And what of tomorrow night, and the nights that follow?” she asked. “Will you say the same?”

“I will say it every night you do ask it of me,” he answered quietly, “for I am not the unrepentant blackguard you imagine every Montague must be.” Benvolio rubbed his hand along his forehead, a sudden weariness overtaking him. “But for tonight, put out thy candle and let us have peace. I will rest elsewhere…” – he nodded towards the long wooden bench set flush against the opposite wall – “…and leave you to your dreams.”

He did not wait to see her reaction, but made his way over to his makeshift bower and swiftly stripped himself down to his shirt and hose. It was not until he had laid down upon the bench, using his wadded-up doublet as a cushion for his head, that he realized she had not blown out the candle. Let her keep the light, he thought as he closed his eyes, if it brings her some comfort.

He had almost surrendered to the weight of sleep when he heard her shifting upon the mattress.

“I wonder, my lord,” she murmured, “if you had decided… to impose yourself, what might you have done?”

Benvolio’s eyes snapped open, uncertain that he had heard her true. He glanced over and saw that she had turned onto her side to face him, propping herself up upon an elbow. Something had shifted in her expression, for while she still held herself guardedly, she no longer looked quite so apprehensive, and her eyes glinted with a spark of curiosity. Still, in the thick fog of his mind he could not be sure she knew exactly what it was she was asking.

“What might I have done, when I came into the room?” he stammered.

She nodded, her gaze wide enough that he could see the light of the candle reflected there. Time seemed to slow for a moment, in the stillness of his half-darkened chamber, and all Benvolio could feel was the rough pounding of his heart within his chest. He did not entirely understand why she had thought to ask such a thing, but he would give her an answer – a truthful one.

“Well… to begin, I would have come to sit by your side, lady. For ‘tis all very dependent on proximity.”

“Of course,” she said, her features softening ever so slightly. “And then?”

The corner of his mouth tugged upward in a wry smile, the first time it had done so all day. “Perhaps I would have kissed you,” he said, with a shrug of his shoulders. “Gently at first, and then with greater urgency.”

With her gaze still caught on his, she bit against the fullness of her bottom lip, perhaps in innocence, or perhaps to tease him – and with a tightening sensation in his belly, Benvolio realized he did not care in the slightest which it was.

“Is that all?” she asked.

He exhaled roughly, his breath half-mixed with laughter. “Oh, my Rosaline, had you no nursemaid to tell you of such things?” He paused and pursed his lips, taking her coy silence as his cue to continue with his answer. “No, ‘tis merely the beginning. For then I might have taken you into my arms and held you close, until naught remained to separate us.”

Her lips parted a little, her chest rising and falling with each breath. “And what of our clothes?”

“I would fain have us unclothed,” Benvolio replied, and her dark eyes widened, as if scandalized at the thought. “As husband and wife, there should be no secrets between us.” He swallowed hard, allowing his mind to momentarily cloud with visions of his new bride, her bare skin velvet-smooth and flush with yearning. Perhaps it was only the presence of such distracting thoughts that could explain the liberties he took in speaking to her so brazenly. 

“And I would wish to see you, my lady – all of you – as you laid back and pulled me down with my weight upon you. For then there would be nothing left but for me to possess you fully, our bodies joined together in the most intimate of ways.”

He fell silent, knowing not what else to say as he gazed at her, recumbent upon his bed, the wild tendrils of her hair spilling onto the sheets, her eyes shining with something that could only be desire. His breath came heavy, caught in his throat, his hunger for her coiling and nestling deep within his groin. Benvolio found himself filled with the compulsion to rise to his feet and make his way over to where she lay, so he might in fact begin to enact that sequence of events he had just described to her. Before he could do anything, though, she tilted her head, her gaze leveling him with cool appraisal.

“Perhaps it is fortunate, then, that you were compelled to restrain yourself,” she said, her eyebrows raised into uniform arches. “For now, armed with such knowledge, I feel wholly prepared to resist any advances should they be attempted.” She gave him one final shrewd glance before she put her lips up to the candle’s flame.

“Good night, my lord,” she whispered, and with a single breath plunged the room into darkness.

For a moment, Benvolio could only lay back upon the bench, fully awash in bewilderment and frustration, listening to the rustle of the bed linens as she settled herself down for sleep. But as he recalled the words that had just passed between them, he finally came to the realization that she had provoked him deliberately, drawing his mind towards thoughts of carnal pleasures all the while knowing she would allow him no satisfaction of them. But her response to his words had been clear enough – she could not have feigned such desire, could she? Jesu, what sort of bold little minx had he married?

And then he couldn’t help but smile, and shake his head, knowing that he had all the remaining days – and nights – of his life to figure it out.


[my Still Star-Crossed ficlets are on AO3 – read them here]

The Grass is Always Green (TG Quickie)

               Eric finished off Madison with a massive shot of cum that made her squeal.

               “Holy shit!” Madison squealed. “It’s so fucking good!”

As far as Madison was aware, Eric was a perfect boyfriend, but Eric hadn’t just had his fun with Madison. No, Eric had many, many girlfriends, all he could perfectly coordinate so he was never forced to reveal his horrid secret. However, tonight he didn’t take everything into consideration and low and behold his other girlfriend Sharla walked in on the two making love. Sharla screamed in anger, hit Eric, and ran off; Madison followed suit as she hit Eric as well running off naked down the apartment hallway.

“All well, there’s more where that came from,” Eric chuckled, not realizing the mess he was about to create.

Not too long after many of Eric’s girlfriends found out about his scheme, and Eric’s empire of lovers quickly fell apart leaving him alone, or at least just for now. Many of Eric’s girlfriends knew that if they didn’t do something to stop Eric he would just begin his charade again with other girls, so they devised a plan to take care of Eric once and for all.

The group of girls marched up to Eric’s apartment one week later, and snuck inside using the spare keys Eric had given all of them. They hid inside Eric’s apartment for a few hours until he finally got home. He walked in around midnight obviously drunk as he wobbled for his bed. The girls all hopped out at once grabbing Eric and holding him up against the wall. Eric panicked, and began to yell but Madison took a piece of duct tape and wrapped it around his mouth, so he was unable to make a single peep. She gave him a devious smile. Eric eyes widened in fear.

The girls stripped him all his clothes revealing his erect member.

“Disgusting piece of shit,” Sharla said, taking out a needle filled with a strange clear liquid.

That liquid as Eric would come to find out was a highly toxic hormone alteration drug that cause all his male hormones to shift to female. One needle wouldn’t be able to do too much damage, but that wouldn’t be an issue as each girl had their own needle along with other hormonal alteration drugs and pills. All the girls charged at Eric pinning him with the needles. Eric’s body began to twist and contort, as he violently shook about. Madison ripped off the duct and forced Eric to cough down some pills, and medicine as Eric’s body began to shrink. The girls all laughed leaving Eric to suffer alone in his apartment as his hormones rapidly began to change.

A few hours later the landowner made his way upstairs to Eric’s apartment to see what the commotion was about. He gave a few hard knocks on the door, but when no one answered he used a spare to get into the apartment. The landowner looked around the apartment, he walked over into Eric’s bedroom but found no one there, only a pile of empty needles and pill canisters. The landowner startled by this stepped back to make a dash for the front door, that’s when he heard a slam come from the other side.

The landowner ran around to find a young petite teenager girl, only wearing green panties standing there. She looked like she wanted to say something, like she was holding in some huge secret that she wanted to blurt out. However, instead of speaking all she did was brush aside her long hair to reveal her small breasts. The landowner who was in his in his later 30s didn’t know what to make of this. He did however notice the girl was emitting a strange green glow. The longer he seemed to stare at the girl the more he grew to have thoughts of sex. This was by no means the man thinking this himself as that strange green light was caused by the combination of all the medications and shots used on Eric. He had become a young teenage girl who had lost control of her body, and that green light was radioactive and would cause any male who looked at it for too long to become infatuated with Eric and want to fuck her. Eric sadly could only consent to this sex as she herself had lost control of her body, and become incredibly horny in the process.

In the end, you could say Eric got what she wanted. She always wanted sex and attention, and now she had that for the rest of her life.

Red Velvet Reaction to: Proposing to You

@joohyunsoojung: can u please do how red velvet would propose to you please?? love your writing heaps!

a/n: thank you so, so much! I’m sorry for the long wait but I hope you enjoy! >.<


Irene: This old fashioned gal wanted to stick to tradition. She’ll ask for your parents blessing and only with their consent, will she plan the proposal. You arrive home to a home cooked meal, candles burning and the lights dimmed. After dinner, she brings out two glasses of very expensive champagne. As you tilt the glass back, something … metallic … touches your lips.

From the glass, you fish out a ring.

“Oh my gosh,” you gasp, understanding what was about to happen.

Smiling, Joohyun gets up and down on one knee. She’s so small that she has to peer at you over the table, her cheeks flushed.

“Well?” she asks. “Would you do me the honour of being mine, forever?”

Originally posted by fyeah-redvelvet

Wendy: Proposes on stage, at the end of a concert. She wants to share this moment with the fans, who she feels deserve to know about her love and who she hopes will support her. The girls all know her plan and watch excitedly as Wendy speaks to the crowd in English: “Although this is the end of the concert, there is one thing that I want to say. You all know about (Y/N), right?”

The crowd yells back.

“Well, they’re here tonight and I have something very important to ask them. (Y/N), can you come on stage, please?” The crowd, even those who don’t speak English, understand what’s about to happen. Their screams are deafening but heartwarming, yelling words of support in various languages. The feeling of love was suffocating and you were in tears the second Seungwan dropped to one knee.

“(Y/N), will you marry me?”

Originally posted by dumblets

Seulgi: She plans the moment thoroughly, for months on end. She wants it to be perfect. Seulgi wants to propose in front of your family, at Christmas time (if you celebrate it) with the snow falling outside. She’s completely calm until D-Day, when you’re unwrapping your present and find a black box.

“A ring? It’s beautiful!”

The nerves hit her and she feels so aware of your family staring at her as she tells you; “It’s not just a ring. It’s an engagement ring - I mean, it is if you accept. But I haven’t asked a question yet so …” She stumbles on her words, annoyed that she’s forgotten the speech she had all planned out. “Do you want to marry me?” she concludes.

Originally posted by bearseulgi

Joy: For once, she’ll be calm externally. Inside, she’s screaming but on the outside, she’s reserved and cool. She won’t do the traditional knee drop but she’ll book a romantic dinner, hoping to set the mood. After dessert, she’ll slide the black box across the table, nervously fixing her hair. It feels as if the entire restaurant is watching but she knows that’s just in her head.

“Will you …?” She chokes, unable to finish but you understand. Now, she just has to anxiously await your response.

Originally posted by fourwallsfx-archive

Yeri: Needed her unnies help, for sure. She was so nervous and anxious, unsure of how to propose and afraid of a possible rejection. Having them help her and support her as she proposes, feels reassuring. She wouldn’t get down on one knee, simply standing instead and nervously pulling the black box from her pocket, fumbling to open it.

“Will you marry me?” Her voice is strong but the way her hands tremble betray her true emotions. This was the most nerve wracking moment of her life.

Originally posted by redlvet

Why I like Joker x Harley in the Suicide Squad movie. *SPOILERS*

First of all I wanna preface this by saying that I don’t like the JokerxHarley ship in like anything else. I really wanted to like it, because I think they work very well as a Bonnie/Clyde style relationship, but thats just not what Joker and Harley have been about up to now, the Joker never really gives a shit about Harley, except in Suicide Squad. Why? To list a few reasons:

Lets compare the scene where Harley bleaches her skin. The joker in the comics tosses Harley into the chemical vat by force as she screams “NO!” and generally takes a while to get down to pull her out, she very well could have drowned, but then again, what does comic book Joker care? He doesn’t really care if Harley lives or dies. So to summarize, comic book Joker not only doesnt care if she consents or not, but he doesn’t give a shit about her, and of course, the more obvious, Harley herself never consents to being thrown into the vat.

Now, let’s take a look at the Suicide Squad version of this scene. Joker asks Harley if she wants to be with him. He’s practically telling her to acknowledge he’s nuts and if she actually wants to be with someone who’s nuts. He even says, “Careful, do not say this oath thoughtlessly”. He’s giving her a chance to back off. Continuing, while already miles ahead of comic joker, Harley jumps in by her own will, and Joker who turns around and begins to walk off, perhaps because he thinks he’s above jumping in with her, maybe because he even wants to think he’s above caring for her, after a sudden change of heart, as shown by his facial expressions, throws his jacket off and jumps in with her, before pulling her out to make sure she doesn’t drown and kissing her. This joker is fully well aware he’s in love with Harley, and he might’ve struggled with it at first, he might’ve tried to fight it off which might explain the torture scenes in the asylum.

Moving on, let’s discuss the club scene. The thug who comes to visit the Joker calls Harley a “bad bitch”. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out the Joker is pissed when he hears that, I mean look at his face. So he plays a joke on the guy. He calls Harley over to ‘give her to him’. Of course, he has no intention on giving her to him, the second he reciprocates Harley’s advances, he wouldve put a bullet between his eyes. Harley, probably in on the joke out of spending so much time with him and understanding how he works, is extra provocative, barking at him and giggling on his lap. When she says you’re cute, Joker gets up and starts walking around to perhaps get better aim, but look at his face. He’s agitated as fuck. And then, she proceeds to say “I’m all yours” and Joker’s face is nothing but hatred, in fact, he probably thinks the joke’s gone too far by now. Seeing his anger, the thug rejects Harley’s advances in an attempt to save his life, but the Joker shoots him anyway, now even more infuriated that he saw this exchange go down between him and Harley, even though he made it happen. 

Next, the animated series Joker is more agitated if anything whenever Harley finds her way back to him. But lets take a look at what Suicide Squad Joker does when his Harley goes missing. He looks himself in a room and neatly lines it with alcohol and guns and knives, probably what remind him of Harley and sits in the middle of it, just reminiscing. Also if I remember correctly theres a Harley outfit on a mannequin in the background, but don’t quote me on that. Next, when someone comes in, he’s agitated, he’s irritable, he points a gun and nearly shoots one of his goons just for entering his room. Why? He’s irritable and agitated and in a terrible mood because he’s lost someone he cares about so much, and that interruption probably broke him out of a trance or something.

Finally, while comic book Joker from what I have heard has busted Harley out of prison before, comic book Harley is much more ‘powerful’ in terms of the universe in comparison to this Harley. Suicide Squad Harley is probably one of the weaker characters, Joker has plenty of people to replace her with. That honestly doesn’t stop him though from going out of his way to find a way to deactivate her bomb implant, and hijack a helicopter, and rescue her. When she climbs up on the helicopter, he’s very obviously delighted to be reunited with her, as much as he is angry when she falls off. In fact, it doesn’t even look like he’s angry at all that he’s in a near death situation, he’s more pissed at the fact that right after his reunion with Harley, she’s snatched away from him again. And even when his helicopter crashes, he still somehow comes back to bust her out of jail, honestly, this Joker has plenty of goons that can do Harley’s job as a member of the gang, but I don’t think anyone can replace her in his heart.

Is it a traditional ideal relationship? Probably not. I mean they’re both lunatics, but its not abusive like traditional Harley and Joker, which is something I don’t ship and I genuinely feel terrible for classic Harley for being with someone like that. But as for their iterations in Suicide Squad? I will ship it thank you very much. 

Rant Over.

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On this day in music history: September 1, 1984 - “What’s Love Got To Do With It” by Tina Turner hits #1 on the Billboard Hot 100 for 3 weeks, also peaking at #2 on R&B singles chart on September 8, 1984. Written by Terry Britten and Graham Lyle, it is the biggest hit for the legendary R&B singer. Britten and Lyle originally write the song for British pop legend Cliff Richard but he passes on recording it. The duo also offer the song to Donna Summer, who also turns it down. Recorded during the whirlwind sessions for the “Private Dancer” album in London, Turner is not initially not fond of the song when she first hears it. It is only after Britten rewrites the lyrics that she consents to record it. Released as the second single from “Private Dancer” on May 1, 1984, it follows closely on the heels of her cover version of “Let’s Stay Together”. Entering the Hot 100 at #92 on May 19, 1984, it makes a gradual climb up the charts, gaining momentum through the summer until it reaches the top of the chart fifteen weeks later. The single wins three Grammy Awards including Best Pop Vocal Performance, Female, Record Of The Year and Song Of The Year in 1985. The song also becomes the title of a 1993 biopic about Turner based on her bestselling autobiography (written with Kurt Loder) “I, Tina”. In 2001, Cliff Richard records and releases a cover version of “What’s Love” nearly thirty years after he had turned the song down. “What’s Love Got To Do With It” is certified Gold in the US by the RIAA, and is inducted into the Grammy Hall Of Fame in 2012.

Lannister Blues 2 {Jamie Lannister x Reader}

Originally posted by orotundmutt

[Consider this your warning, there be smut ahead]

Foreign hands tore at her lovely dress, groping and far too harsh. Someone with agile fingers undid the lacing, and amidst it all, Y/N simply closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to prepare herself for the bedding.

The giggling chorus of ladies undid Jamie’s doublet, but the Lannister couldn’t be bothered as he searched for his new bride. The crowd was suffocating, and he could barely see flashes of her bright red hair as strange men grasped at her, removing the layers of clothing that separated her bare flesh from their eyes. The bedding was tradition, and yet from an outsider’s perspective, it was ghastly.

She was pushed into a bedchamber that did not belong to her, and a sorted bunch of noble men, most definitely including their fathers, filed in after her. Y/N was left in a thin slip, and could not find her Lannister husband among the crowd.

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anonymous asked:

Will I die if I give Morrowstar a hug? (Would she even give me consent?)

 I… can only hope you wouldn’t die, anon. Morrowstar thrives from affection and attention, she would definitely consent for hug. 

This is more morrowstar giving rather than receiving hug but im gonna toss it back out there for ya anyways 

Just Thought I’d Check in on My Beloved - Pt 6b *Adult Content*

((If you do not wish to read adult content, please skip this part.  You will not miss any pertinent plot information, I promise!))

Benvolio reached forward with both hands to cradle her face, staring into her eyes for a long moment, and Rosaline was sure the skin where he touched her was aflame.  The longer he held her gaze, though, the more calm and sure she became.  Without closing her eyes, she lifted herself up onto her toes and gave him a sweet kiss.  His tongue darted out to taste her, and she slid her own out to meet it.  They lost themselves in the embrace for a moment, both pouring their emotions into the way they pushed and pulled, tongues dueling for dominance.  Rosaline clung to him, fingers digging into the bare skin of his back.

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Kouri rewatches Sense8, episode 2.09

  • Nomi’s story about her surgery confuses me. She says she forged her mother’s signature on the medical consent forms … but she would only need those if she was under eighteen, and literally nobody that I know of does transgender surgery on anyone that age, with or without parental consent. It’s just not done as far as I know.
  • “let us remember that cancer is also natural” thank you Kala XD
  • “We’re heading into a creepy house and you’re talking about a guy named Whispers?” ilusm Diego
  • So did Jonas kill the Assistant or did she kill herself? Was he Bolgering her? I still don’t understand how that works. *splat*
  • “Who starts a wedding on the dot?” Uh, who shows up exactly on time for a wedding when they’re in the wedding party? I hate to tell you guys, but you’re the weird ones here. You shoulda been there hours ago LOL.
  • Sun hurting the transphobic groomsman XD
  • Everything about Teagan’s wedding is gold. Such a fantastic scene.
  • The 58 Minutes scene is so amazing, too! Ahhhhhh Dani is awesome and Lito and Hernando are so cute!
  • Okay, I understand that everyone has things going on, but Will is crying in a shack in London, couldn’t at least a couple of you go give him a hug or something for God’s sake
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i love erik, the phantom of the opera, but you know who i absolutely adore? get this… raoul, the vicomte de chagny. he’s adorable and gentle and was willing to die for christine. he was in love with her, and wanted nothing more than to make sure she was safe and no longer able to be manipulated by erik. he was in love with her, and he wanted to take her away from the opera so she would be safe, but only if she gave her consent to being taken away, and would have left her alone if that was what she had wanted. he was willing to die for her, and he still looked out for her when he thought she hated him. because he loved her, respected her, and cared about her. he loved her, and regardless of whether or not she loved him back, he had her back because even if they weren’t lovers, even if she did hate him, he still saw her as a friend. he is so sweet and so underrated, and i think raoul is just a really amazing character. he doesn’t deserve any of the hate that he gets.

in summary: i love raoul de chagny so much.

Greetings, all! What follows is something I’ve been wanting to address for a while. It’s a bit of a headache (I know, believe me——I had to write it all out xD), so bear with me, please. :) (A big thanks to born-to-be-admired for contributing to this post as well!)


I have stated multiple times, as I’m sure many of you have noticed, that myself and my exclusive partners do not abide by the canon of S3 of the new series (Or S2 beyond E04) of Poldark. Sadly, both S3 and a great deal of S2 do a horrible job portraying both events and characters, straying dramatically not only from the source content (The novels) but more importantly, from the already existing canon of the show (Most notably in the cases of characters such as George, Elizabeth, Demelza, and Caroline). Also, both butcher the passage of time beyond recognition. As a result, we have been now been presented with versions of events/characters that I consider to be poorly conceived of and in some cases entirely inaccurate, and so don’t abide by.

Let me just start off by saying that I am in no way attempting to dictate other people’s portrayals——like me, you’re free to run with whatever version of the canon you want, for whatever your reasons. As I’ve said before, the canon I abide by is taken essentially from the books, with modifications made to allow for the canon of S1 of the new series (And S2 up to E04), which is my first and foremost source.

This doesn’t mean that I’m unwilling to interact with people who don’t abide by all the same canon as me——as I’ve said, I’m not here to dictate other people’s portrayals, and so long as blatant contradictions don’t arise in our interactions, we’re probably going to be okay. However, if contradictions are raised, and it becomes clear that our versions of events/characters are very different, I may be forced to drop the exchange. Obviously, it just doesn’t work to have my character saying one thing happened and yours saying another when that thing is meant to be an indisputable fact.

So, what I would request first and foremost is that you don’t assume when RPing with me that anything happened like it happened in S3 of the new series, or in S2 from E04 onward. I understand this may be confusing for some people (Particularly those who haven’t read the books), and that you may be wondering what remains and what doesn’t, and in the cases of the things that don’t, what occurs instead. I will try to outline some of the differences I think are most likely to arise below.

Of course, there’s a lot I could go into——the vast majority of George’s behavior in S3 is illogical, and that’s not even touching on other characters/events. That said, I will try to keep this short and highlight the points which I feel are most likely to come up during interaction, and which could be potentially detrimental to that exchange (And not go into all of the whys, since that would get unnecessarily lengthy). Also, I won’t delve too deeply into anything involving only myself and my exclusive partners, as we’re already on the same page, and that information isn’t going to be of a lot of use to other people.


First off, let’s talk about the passage of time in the new series. This is very complicated and messy (Take my word for it), but I will try to put it as simply as possible: not as much time passes in the new series as passes in the books. Of course, this shouldn’t matter much, provided the story is adapted to suit. But it isn’t. Instead, there comes a time in S2 where to the new series fails to acknowledge the fact that less time has gone by (And does nothing to compensate for the time lost). In other words, with the passage of time the show has presented, it is not possible for the year to be 1794 at the start of S3, but the series writers choose to behave as if the year is 1794 just the same. The year should in fact be 1791, and this is what myself and my exclusive partners run with. This means that George and Elizabeth’s marriage takes place in 1790, and Valentine and Clowance’s births in 1791. Agatha’s death would take place in 1792. Morwenna’s arrival at Trenwith/Drake and Sam’s arrival at Nampara, however, must still take place in the year of 1794 (Again, I won’t go into all of the reasons why. Just take my word for it). This also means that Dwight (Who would have joined the Navy in 1790 instead of 1793) is at sea for longer before he is taken prisoner.

Now that’s out of the way, let’s move on to those points I was going to highlight. Again, these are taken directly from the novels, with some small modifications made to allow for the canon of S1 (And S2 up to E04), which remains my first and foremost canon source.


- Both Jud and Prudie have been dismissed from service at Nampara by the time of Valentine’s birth (They still live nearby in the village of Sawle), having been replaced by John and Jane Gimlett.

- Dwight does not attend Elizabeth during Valentine’s birth. Rather, she is attended first by Dr. Choake, and then by Dr. Behenna.

- Dwight does not treat Valentine when he develops rickets. This also falls to Dr. Behenna.

- George does not question Dwight about Valentine’s prematurity. These questions are posed to Dr. Behenna.

- George and Geoffrey Charles get along well prior to George discovering that he and Morwenna have been associating with Drake.

- Geoffrey Charles does not take interest in visiting Ross, or in mining.

- Morwenna’s appointment as Geoffrey Charles’s governess is a mutual decision reached by George and Elizabeth, both of whom are in favor of the idea. George does not spring her appointment on Elizabeth, and Geoffrey Charles is informed he is to have a governess beforehand.

- George never deliberately attempts to use Morwenna to put distance between Elizabeth and Geoffrey Charles, but rather hopes that her presence will better prepare Geoffrey Charles for the more disciplined environment he will be faced with when he begins attending school.

- Elizabeth, while saddened by the growing distance between herself and Geoffrey Charles, is never resentful towards Morwenna, and is only ever kind to her.

- Morwenna, while greatly taken with Drake and influenced by her feelings for him, always maintains a strong regard for what is expected of her and their respective social standings. She would never lightly disgrace her family, or abandon them financially by marrying a penniless man without their consent. She feels not only a considerable obligation to conform to what is socially acceptable, but also a genuine desire to please and care for her family.

- Morwenna and Drake at no point agree to marry (Prior to their marriage near the end of The Angry Tide, that is).

- Geoffrey Charles, while very pleased that Drake and Morwenna are friends, takes a greater interest in his own friendship with Drake. He is not aware of Drake and Morwenna’s romantic interest in one another, and does not attempt to encourage it.

- Demelza, while disappointed that Ross does not accept the magistracy he was offered, is not critical of his decision. She does feel as though he could have effected positive change had he taken the position, but she is far more deeply troubled by the fact that she feels he has declined an honor that was his by right, and she feels badly that he will not receive the recognition she believes he deserves. However, she fully supports his decision, and firmly believes he should only do what he feels to be right. This incident does not create any contention between them.

- While George is eager to make a good match for Morwenna for his own personal benefit, he also looks to please Elizabeth by securing an advantageous marriage for cousin, as well as to prevent Morwenna further influencing Geoffrey Charles (By sending her away), as he believes her influence to be a poor one. He also has a genuine concern for Morwenna’s future.

- Demelza and Morwenna do not meet prior to Morwenna’s marriage to Osborne.

- Ross did not torment George with toads while they were at school, and has nothing whatsoever to do with George’s dislike of them.

- On the sixth of June, after Drake has stopped bringing toads to Trenwith land but before his arrest for the theft of Geoffrey Charles’s bible, George and Elizabeth are informed by Clarence Odgers that Drake and Morwenna have been meeting. George, at this point, forbids Morwenna and Geoffrey Charles from seeing Drake. They meet once more at Trenwith in spite of this, and Geoffrey Charles gives Drake his bible.

- Drake’s bringing of the toads to Trenwith land and his supposed theft of Geoffrey Charles’s bible both take place prior to Dwight and Hugh’s rescue by Ross (The mission to France occurs immediately after Drake’s release).

- Morwenna marries Osborne while Drake is gone to France. Drake learns of Morwenna’s marriage to Osborne shortly after his return from France. Drake and Morwenna have no further contact after he returns.

- George does not make Morwenna’s marriage to Osborne a stipulation of Drake’s release; in fact, she has already heard of Drake’s release by the time she consents to marrying Osborne. In other words, although there is considerable pressure put upon her to do so, Morwenna is not forced to marry Osborne. Rather, she marries him because it is what is expected of her and what will most benefit her family, and also because (In spite of her love for him) she has always been aware that marrying Drake was never a rational option. Also because (Having heard of Drake’s arrest and feeling their relationship played a part) she does not wish to endanger him in future.

- Following Dwight and Hugh’s rescue, Ross and crew put in at Falmouth (Where the Blameys live), not at Hendrawna Beach.

- Following his imprisonment in France, Dwight’s physical health is compromised and he is left permanently weakened, which impacts his relationship with Caroline and his ability to practice his profession.

- Morwenna does not speak to anyone about the abuse she suffers at Osborne’s hands.

- Hugh does not sketch. Poetry is his only artistic endeavor.

- When Ross informs Demelza of his decision to decline a seat in Parliament, she is both pleased and relieved. As with the magistracy, she feels as though he might have effected positive change, and she would have been glad to see him do so—however, she feels he would have been very unhappy as a Member of Parliament, as there would have been a far greater likelihood of him being forced to deviate from his own beliefs and morals. Thus, she both supports and commends his decision to decline the offer.

- Demelza’s feelings for Hugh do not originate from spite or revenge. She does not wish to use him, and she does not indulge his advances out of resentment towards Ross. Rather, she comes to genuinely care for Hugh over a long period of time, and is particularly vulnerable to his attentiveness, as even when matters are well between her and Ross, he can be negligent of her more sensitive feelings. Hugh offers a kind of concern and thoughtfulness she has never been given before. When she learns of Ross and Elizabeth’s meeting in the graveyard, it does further distance her from Ross, which does make her more susceptible to her feelings for Hugh, but her own unfaithfulness is not an act of revenge. She never intends to be unfaithful, and she never intentionally encourages Hugh, though her feelings for him do undermine her efforts at times. When Hugh and Demelza do finally sleep together, it happens first and foremost because of her own deep feelings for him, developed over his many months of pursuit, and also out of sympathy, both for his illness, and for the love he bears her, as she knows she cannot truly give him what he wants.

- Though he has great misgivings about their relationship, and is fully aware that each has feelings for the other, Ross does not know that Demelza has been unfaithful to him until some time after the fact, when Hugh is on his deathbed. When he finds out, he reacts very badly.


Again, this is by no means everything wrong with S3, or everything that I do differently——but it does touch on a lot of the points I feel are more likely to come up. Thanks for taking the time to read this, and have a good one! ;)

Thought: Goro Akechi is the true embodiment of envy in this game–what really makes him snap is the Thieves possessing something he doesn’t. He wants to drag others down to his level.

Sae is wrath. She is in fact, guilty of murder according to the New Testament. (Matt 5:21-22)

Futaba is despair and is the only one who does not sin because she lacks full consent of the will.

“Somebody…please believe me…

Through tear stained eyes she looked upon the hot summer day and the last scene her living sight would ever know.

Clothes tousled, pale skin covered in cuts and scrapes. On her right arm a gaping wound seeped black ooze onto ragged bandages that had not been changed in days. Her hands were bound with coils of rope. 

The yellow flower in her hair fluttered in the warm breeze, an uncaring damnation of the girl who had begged pitifully for her life from her judges, her jury, and now her executioners: the people she had once called ‘friends’

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