but still i don't see how people can already hate her :

  • okay but elias woke up a little later today - he wasn’t planning on meeting the boys until much later - and he’s surprised when he runs into sana, smuggling food from the kitchen into her bedroom. she’s still in her pyjamas and she isn’t wearing any make up or anything, which, well, it’s nearly 1pm. so it’s a bit odd, especially for her.
  • elias asks her if she’s okay, and why she’s still in her pyjamas. and sana just shrugs and says, quite aggressively, “you’re still in your pyjamas.” and sometimes elias would bite back, tease her, but he also knows when to draw the line. and he can just see that sana’s not in the mood, so he just says, “any plans today?”
  • sana stares at him and shrugs, says, “nei”, then makes her way into her room, shutting the door, and elias leaves her be for a little bit. but a few hours later, elias notices she still hasn’t left her bedroom, which is kind of unlike sana. so he knocks on her door. 
  • she lets him in, but she’s kind of irritated; elias ignores it and says, “what’re you up to?” as he plonks himself on sana’s bed (which causes sana to sigh irritably, but she shuffles a little to give him space to get comfy anyway).
  • “nothing,” sana says irritably; dismissively. elias just looks at her and says, “okay” and waits to see if she elaborates. when she doesn’t, he says, “what was all that about last night?”
  • sana raises her eyebrows. “i’m allowed to have friends around, elias,” she snaps. “you do all the time.”
  • “yeah, but mine don’t drink in the house, and there’s never twenty of us,” elias replies fairly, but not unkindly. he looks at her, notices how deflated she seems, how upset she looks, and so he just says, “is everything okay?”
  • “yes,” sana says quickly. “everything’s fine.” which - okay, okay, sana isn’t in the mood for talking. that’s fine. so, elias says, “how about a movie?”
  • sana looks at him, frowning, and says, “what movie?”, and elias tells her that there’s this film on today, the one they used to watch all the time when they were little. and sana, despite herself, smiles at the memory, and laughs when elias does a (very bad) impression of one of the main characters. and elias thinks there is nothing that makes him quite as proud as when he makes his baby sister laugh.
  • they end up reheating leftovers from the other night and sit cross-legged on the sofa together, watching this film, which is funny but kind of cheesy and not actually as good as either of them remember it being, but it’s okay, because sana’s smiling a lot more now; seems more content.
  • elias’ phone rings just as the films ending and shit, time got away from him; he’d agreed to see the boys today. he picks up the phone and starts talking to them, to adam, and says, “just come over to mine, man, it’s chill, my parents are–” but then he catches sana’s expression; it’s small, subtle, the way her eyes fall to her lap and she prods at her food a little disinterestedly. maybe other people wouldn’t notice it, but elias does. so, he says, “actually, guys, sorry, film without me today, i forgot i made other plans.”
  • the boys erupt into indignant shouts about loyalty and how important their youtube channel is, but elias silences them, hangs up the phone, and sana says, “what other plans do you have?”
  • “well, they made a sequel to this film, and i think it’s stupid that neither of us have seen it”. and okay, he expects that to make sana smile, but instead she frowns and says, “but they aren’t airing the sequel at the moment.” so elias rolls his eyes, then says, “we’ll just have to find something else to watch, then.” and sana looks at him for a moment before rolling her eyes and saying, “okay. find something, then.”
  • she may not have said it, but she didn’t need to, because elias can already tell that sana’s feeling just that little bit better. and he’s so glad to see it, because he really hates seeing sana upset; can’t stand it, because despite how much he teases her, he truly does think there’s no one in the world who deserves happiness quite as much as his sister. and maybe that’s why, when they squabble over the last portion of food, elias lets sana have it. just this once.

arwenxs  asked:

Hi! For the prompts, I don't know if you've done this before, but what about a Tony Stark advises for the young avengers? Because I really love the RDJ advises so I think that might be cool.

I SO FELL IN LOVE WITH THIS IDEA OMG I DECIDED I COULD NOT WAIT TO POST IT.

Also I interpreted “Young Avengers” as his new young Avengers, not the Young Avengers™ who don’t have a book right now. That may have been wrong, sorry D:

Title: Tony Stark Advises the Avengers
Rating: PG
Summary: Somehow, Tony Stark ended up Team Dad.
Notes: This is set nominally in the 616, where Ms. Marvel (Kamala Khan), Nova (Sam Alexander), and Spider-man (Miles Morales) are half of an Avengers team with Iron Man (Tony Stark), Captain America (Sam Wilson), and Thor (Jane Foster). 
More Notes: There is a text version following the image version for people who need plain text. Sorry there are two guys on this team named Sam, it’s not my fault. 

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0lgerd  asked:

I forgot if I already asked this or not, but: If RFA/V/Saeran were vampires, what would their general feeding habits be like? Assuming they don't choose to feed off MC all the time or just leave her for tiny dessert nibs.

You haven’t! Or at least if you did, tumblr possibly ate it! Gosh, I don’t talk about vampires much, but I really like them….Modern vamps are so good… I’m sorry if none of these make sense! The last vampire related thing I watched was a few random episodes of Buffy afhdsf

Speaking of Buffy, I’m going along with the idea that just because they’ve drank your blood doesn’t mean you’re a vampire. Rather if they drink the vampires blood? …Is that weird? Idk if thats ‘Official Lore’, but now it’s “Scums Bastardized Lore’. And it’s a weird modern vamp world because?? I have?? No idea how to write vampire worlds holy fuck

Thank you @fromthedeskofelizabeththird and my friendo Mouse for helping me out with this one!


Zen: The ‘Lestat’ Vampire

- Probably the most typical, dramatic and Romantic vampire.

- A bit of a drama queen if his fans aren’t giving him much attention

- He won’t drink fans blood, but if its offered he tries to come up with an excuse. Saying he’s already ate, prefers a certain blood type to maintain his ‘good skin’, etc

- With Mc he would be worried about drinking too much at once! He might get carried away, especially since he wouldn’t go feed off of random people (probably some weird modern-vamp storebought bs), and he might try to make it Extremely Romantic (and cheesy)

- Mostly he would try to save drinking her blood for special occasions, and probably wouldn’t even bring up or entertain the idea of turning her for a while.


Jumin: The ‘No One Understands Me’ Vampire

- Look me in the eyes and tell me that Jumin wouldn’t be the type of vamp to lock himself in his room with Elizabeth 3rd, lamenting about how humans and vampires are so different, and how no human could understand him.

- Not as dramatic as Zen, but very closed off and skeptical when Mc shows any interest

- Probably drinks blood like its a fine wine. Gets fancy stuff, directly from the victim without having to sink his own fangs into them- Rich Vampire Bs, basically

- Mc suggesting that he could drink from her causes him to think she’s implying a sexual spin to it, and it takes a bit of talking to explain what she meant

- If he ever does drink from her, he’s very very careful, treats it as a relationship bonding experience, and compliments everything he can about the taste

- He may not do it often mainly due to the fact he wants to save her blood for very special occasions


Seven: The ‘Ayyyy Lmao’ Vampire

- Goofy vampire. Does the cheesy lame vampire jokes and treats his own existence as a joke

- Definitely has scared random humans by popping out and threatening to drink their blood, but then laughing at their horrified expressions

- Hails some god awful cheap blood soda bs as the best drink. It’s disgusting. Everyone things its disgusting.

- Refuses to drink Mc’s blood. He doesn’t want to hurt her like that, doesn’t want to risk going overboard and drinking too much, doesn’t want to risk anything. He would literally starve before willingly drinking her blood.

- If he absolutely had to, he would drink the bare minimum and then possibly baby her for a bit. As in, making sure she’s not feeling lightheaded or sensitive afterwards.


Yoosung: The ‘Innocent’ Vampire

-The most normal vampire that probably romanticizes drinking someone else’s blood. Probably hates that he’s going to look cute for years. Wishes he got turned a bit later in life.

- Drinks cheap blood and never any human blood until he meets Mc. It’s easy for him to get it, has been offered by a few humans before, but shyly refused

- If Mc ever lets him, he tries to make it romantic, almost as if it’s going to be your first time doing something else together

- The first time he accidentally goes overboard, but he apologises profusely (probably cooking something high in iron for you). After that, he tries to be more careful and stresses you can always say no


Jaehee: The ‘Most Beneficial’ Vampire

- Probably only became a vampire because it was the best way to get a job, maintain one, or because it was beneficial at the time.

- …vampires probably would have some gross ass coffee blood, huh? If so, that’s probably what she would drink the most, if not then normal coffee it is. Maybe some vampire employees would get better blood than “'storebought”’ blood?(fuk idk)

- When you suggest it to her, she outright refuses. Drinking blood straight from a human seems too personal, too intimate, and she doesn’t want to do that to a friend

-… Until its proven that the two of you are more than friends.

- Still, she hardly does, unless she really needs a pick-me-up. Afterwards she makes sure you rest up and don’t get too light-headed


V: The 'Wrong Reasons’ Vampire

- Probably turned a human into a vampire, under the guise that they would live together happily (*coughs* Rika)

- Because of this, he’s reluctant to drink from Mc. Doing so he might go a bit overboard (Rika would have been the last human he drank from), or stress about you wanting to become one

- He’s mainly used to just drinking like Jumin does, without the 'Humans will never understand me’ vibes.

- If he does, he’s so careful. So sweet, kissing the spot he’s going to bite a few times, barely even drinking enough to satiate his hunger.

- Just don’t seem to eager for it, because it will bring forth some past worries of his


Saeran: The “”“'Edgy”“”’ Vampire

- You ever see those vampires who go around drinking from whoever they want, whenever they want? Well here is Saeran, a Korean version of Spike.

- He does whatever, drinks from whoever, and tosses them aside afterwards. Doesn’t even care how weak they are afterwards

- Mainly the more dangerous ones, so if he hasn’t met Mc like that, she is lucky.

- Presumably, Mc would most likely be the one to calm him down, start forcing him to feel emotions (he hates it at first), and because of that, he doesnt drink from her at first.

- When he does, it’s more romantic. He doesn’t use her or toss her aside. He’s careful, constantly making sure she’s sure and okay, and then even dares to kiss her afterwards.

Caught In a Dream

Originally posted by sugutie

Genre; angst, implied smut

Word count; 1.2k

Warnings; cheating, mild sexual themes, extreme freaking angst…get ready

A/N hello everyone! this is my first time writing on tumblr and I hope that everyone will like the content I post on here! now please enjoy this really crappy piece of writing that I will continue later on


Jeon JungKook.

That name is all but too familiar for your liking. Everywhere you go, the name, “Jeon Jungkook” is chanted like a prayer; all under his religion.

Everyone adores him like some god from a Greek myth or a celebrity from an action movie. But in reality, he’s just a normal college student going for a degree in computer science at Seoul National.

You hated every single thing about Jeon Jungkook- from the way he talks to the way he walks. You hated how he’d always kiss up to a teacher to get an extra day to finish an essay or how he’d always ask you for help on the simplest  things like cooking rice or how to turn on the heater. You also hated that you were titled one of his best friends.

Why?

Because you were in love with the boy that is suppose to be your best friend. Jeon JungKook, your childhood best friend is now someone you force yourself to hate - someone you always downgrade in your mind to trick yourself that you weren’t love with him. That you were in love with your best friend.

But what does that do? You always end up falling for his bunny smile, his built physique, his round doe eyes and his soothing voice all over again. Everything about Jungkook bothered you in both good and bad, if that made any sense. You hated his bunny smile because it made him look like a child. But at the same time, you loved his bunny smile because he looked so innocent. Like someone without a single care in the world.

You could never confess to him what you’re feelings, though. JungKook is a taken man. A man taken by none other than your other best friend, and childhood friend. Hyun ShiYoung. ShiYoung, Jungkook and you were always together throughout your lives. You were all born the same year and had houses right next door from one another, your’s being in the middle of the three. The three of you grew up together, going to one another’s houses on a daily basis or walking to the park that was a few blocks away from where you lived.

Back when you were children, you didn’t have to think about finances, feelings, falling in love, school or even getting hurt. Because you knew that there would always be someone looking after you, someone protecting you. Now, you were all on your own. Thinking back to the times where you were so carefree and innocent made a frown come across your face.

“Why the frown, (Y/N)?” your seat mate asked as he look up from his computer.

You snapped back to reality when you heard his soft voice echo in your mind. Ah, you were in school.

“Nothing, Jimin,” you answered, a weak smile spread across your lips. You shouldn’t be thinking about this now.

“Alright. Just tell me if something’s wrong ok?”

“Mhm. Thank you,” you smiled. Your head then turned back to your computer, trying to figure out how the page you were writing for your paper would link to the thesis you were given. You were a law student, studying at Seoul National, same as JungKook and ShiYoung.

You were midway into a sentence when the professor announced the end of the period, telling you to leave his class in an orderly manner.

“Like that was going to happen.” You inwardly told the professor, knowing how  the students in this class were suffering as much as you were, trying to get the year over with. Looking around, you saw students practically running out the door of the class, some even tripping over themselves from walking too fast.

Gathering your things, you put your belongings into your bag as you looked for ShiYoung at the door. She always waited for you after this period, knowing that her professor always lets her class out 5 minutes earlier than your professor. When you saw her smiling face, you sighed as you quickly paced down the steps from where your seat was.

“(Y/N)! You take forever, hurry up! He’s probably already in his car waiting for us!” ShiYoung exclaimed, dragging your wrist the parking lot of the school.

“I still don’t know why I have to come with you guys. I’m just going to third-wheel your date,” you huffed as the two of you continued to walk quickly, approaching a black Mercedes C-350 that was parked with the engine on, waiting for the two of you to enter.

Immediately, you walked to the right side of the car, sliding into the backseat, while ShiYoung took her spot in the front passenger seat next to her boyfriend as they shared a peck on the lips as a greeting.

“Sorry we’re late, (Y/N) here was being a turtle again,” ShiYoung joked as her boyfriend start d driving toward the theater.

“It’s fine. I was only in here for about five minutes anyway,” he smiled, looking back at you through the rear-view mirror. “Thanks for coming with us (Y/N). The three of us haven’t hung out together much after ShiYoung and I started dating.”

“Anytime. You guys are my best friends after all,” you forced a smile to the boy.

“Kookie-ah, what movie are we watching?” ShiYoung looked at her boyfriend lovingly, grabbing onto his hand that was placed on his side.

“(Y/N) gets to pick this one. We picked the last two times already.”

“It’s fine if you guys want to pick! I’m cool with anything,” you said, not caring much about the movie.

“Okay. How about Iron Man? They’re playing reruns of them at the theater we’re going to,” JungKook smiled his bunny smile at ShiYoung, hoping she’d give in. You never really thought about how much Jungkook loved the Iron Man movies until you saw him have a whole collection of action figures.

“JungKook, we saw Iron Man last week for date-night. Can we watch that new melodrama movie that came out yesterday? It looks really interesting and (Y/N) said she wanted to see it too, right (Y/N)?” ShiYoung asked, looking back you with a smile on her face.

“Huh? Oh yeah, that one. Sure, I guess it seemed cool in the trailers,” you answered looking up from your phone.

“Alright then, it’s settled!” JungKook beams.


Throughout the movie, all the two of them would do was make-out and giggle to each other. That made you feel like an absolute third-wheel. Halfway through the movie, you excused yourself to the bathroom after the two of them stopped making out for a good five minutes.

 Instead of turning to the bathroom, though, you headed straight to the exit, because what you hated most was that you were head over heels in love with your best friend who was in a relationship with another one of your best friends. And that hurts.

A few weeks after the movie with JungKook and ShiYoung, you were on your couch in your apartment, FaceTiming your friend from high school back in Busan.

“How’s school going down there for you?” you asked JiHoon as he settled down into his chair with a cup of coffee.

“It’s been ok. Bet the schools up there are better though. Busan is still the same as always, which is good, I guess.” JiHoon wasn’t always the man of change. He liked everything staying the same, which is why he is currently still in Busan, studying for a literature degree.

“That’s good. How’s your music going? Still writing lyrics?” you asked, earning a bright smile from him. He always loved talking about music. Music has always been his passion and has always been his dream. But instead of taking a music course and going for an entertainment major, he took up the literature major since he thought he wouldn’t need the music major later on.

“It’s been going great actually! I’ve been working on a song for this one girl I really like. She works at that coffee shop the four of us used to go to after-school all the time,” JiHoon smiles as he thinks about her. JiHoon never tends to take interest in dating and relationships but seeing him happy makes you happy.

“That’s really great! I’m glad you’re happy,” you smile at him as you take a sip of your now-cold coffee that’s been sitting on your small coffee table for the past two hours. “Does she know about your alias, Mr. Woozi?” you joked as he blushed a light shade of pink. He thought up of that alias when he was just 15- when he first started writing music.

“Not yet. Not many people even know that Woozi is me, yet everyone knows who the infamous "Woozi” is. It’s comforting to see people liking my music,“ he smiles. You loved the dedication he put into his music and the meaning of every single song he’s ever written.

"You seem to like the girl! You should make a move before it’s too late.” The encouragement in your voice makes you think to yourself. If you’ve made a move before JungKook and ShiYoung became an item, would you be here now, or would you be wrapped up tightly in JungKook’s arms as the afternoon seeped in?

“(Y/N-ah. Earth to (Y/N)?” JiHoon snapped at the camera of his laptop, bringing you back from your train of what-if’s.

“Yeah? Oh sorry, I blanked.”

“Thinking about him?” JiHoon was the only person beside yourself to know about this crush you’ve had on JungKook for the past four years.

“Yeah, just a brief thought,” you said weakly, taking another sip of your cold coffee. You really needed to heat this up.

“Just tell the him. You’ve been in love with JungKook for four years. Four fucking years, (Y/N). That’s a long time,” he mumbled, writing something down in his notebook.

“I don’t want to ruin anything…”
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Oh you’re definitely going to ruin something. You were pinned up against the wall of a frat party. Pinned by JungKook, ShiYoung nowhere in sight.

“JungKook, w-what are you doing?” you asked, barely able to meet his eyes properly. This is wrong. Something’s wrong. JungKook would never do something like this because he is always, always right.

“Don’t act all innocent, ShiYoung. I saw how you were staring bullets into my back over there. Don’t you think it’s weird for my own girlfriend to not approach me at a frat party?” JungKook asked, his voice slurred, evidence of too much alcohol consumption.

Your eyes widen when you hear her name slip out of his mouth. Was he that drunk to not realize you weren’t ShiYoung? Slowly, you looked up at him, eyes widening when you see him biting his lip, making them red and swollen.

“JungKook-ah, get yourself toge-” you were cut off when his lips crashed roughly onto yours, making you gasp. This wasn’t right, you should push him off, slap him, make him realize he’s with you and not ShiYoung. But you didn’t. You let him kiss you like there was no tomorrow. You let him kiss you like he was actually yours and not her’s.

As the two of you pulled away for air, you looked up into his eyes, filled with lust and desire. No, you told yourself. No, walk away. Run away. Do something to stop him from making a mistake. Stop yourself from making a mistake.

But before you could’ve done anything, his lips crashed back onto yours, but this time, twice as rough and filled with more lust. You were fucked.

 The two of you somehow managed to make it to the second floor, squeezing through many, many other couples passionately kissing on your way up the stairs. Both of you stumbling into an empty room, JungKook didn’t bother locking the door.

“I love you so much,” JungKook mumbled into your neck. You felt a wave of hope that he was talking about you and not ShiYoung but you knew he wasn’t. She was always on his mind. She was always there.

 You let out a whimper as JungKook nibbled at the nape of your neck, surely making a mark and marking you his own, though you knew you weren’t. He started moving his lips down, leaving butterfly kisses along the way down to your collarbone. You let out a gasp as he sucked on a specific spot, making chills run up your spine.

“Only you could make me feel this way, ShiYoung-ah. Oh baby girl, you make me so horny, wearing such a skimpy dress like this. I want to fuck you so hard,” JungKook sighed as he unzipped the back of your dress. “Only you, ShiYoung,” he sighed again as he slammed you into the wall.

Your heart shattered after hearing those words slip out of his lips. This was the moment you were waiting for, though. For the past four years of being in love with him, you’ve always dreamed of this moment. The moment where he would tell you he loved you. The moment where he would leave love marks on you. But all of this was wrong.

“What’s wrong baby girl? You look upset,” JungKook looks at you with concern.

“Nothing, Kookie-ah. Continue, please,” you begged.

That was probably the biggest mistake you’d ever make in your life.

anonymous asked:

Honestly after all these years I'm still disappointed Sakura never had a showdown against sasuke. Like at least then I could've respected sasusaku a bit more? All I needed was for her to just put her foot down ONCE against him and just say "NO". I feel like it would've been much better development for Sakura's character. Imagine at the kage summit instead of naruto swooping in to save her she could've just reached up and grabbed sasuke's wrist and like kicked him off of her or something!

NB to people who may or may not find this in search: since the Anon already wrote “sasusaku” this might show up if you search “sasusaku”, that’s not my fault. I’m not crosstagging intentionally. I suggest searching with the # in front, this is a little thing that will generally improve your results when searching. Anti-SS content follows!

One thing I’ve noticed about people who are sincere SS shippers and create fan content (not dark content, that is, happy content) is that Sakura is herself, that is, she’s the Sakura we recognize from when Sasuke isn’t around, instead of just being a blushing, submissive mess 24/7, like she is in canon whenever she interacts directly with Sasuke.

I don’t think Sakura was ready to face down Sauce at the Kage summit–either in terms of her emotional development or her ninja strength–but oooooh did I want Sakura to get angry when Sasuke pulled that “Kakashi, you’re as useless as Sakura now” bullshit. Like… excuse me, Mr. Won the Genetic Lottery, Powered Up on Ninja Steroids, and Blessed By a Literal God, sorry that Sakura didn’t get any of those deals, but if you weren’t paying attention, Naruto would be dead if it wasn’t for Sakura, and if Madara injures you, what exactly the fuck are you planning on doing? Karin ain’t around for you to bite.

Like… when people say “Oh, Sasuke is being harsh, but he’s just telling it like it is” NO. Have none of you played MMORPGs? If so, and you play a wizard-class character who is a glass cannon, do y’all tell the pure healer character before you go into a boss battle “Shut up, I’m directing here, you’re useless”?

No, you don’t do that, because healing is not useless, what the actual fuck is everyone smoking, everybody knows you kill the cleric first!!!!

Anyway I just want Sakura to have some fucking self-respect after all she’s worked for and all she’s accomplished WITHOUT genetic superpowers OR perverted snake bastards giving her drugs OR literal alien gods giving her power-ups and say “FUCK YOU, Sasuke, if you were a REAL leader who had an ounce of intelligence, you’d realize that I am extremely useful in this situation and you damn well should be GLAD that you have a healer around at all, let alone a healer that also can tank FFS.”

But we don’t get nice things.

And then we get Naruto Gaiden, where not only does Sakura not push to contact Sasuke and demand he teleport home every couple of years to see his kid for half an hour–is that too much to ask?–but gives absolutely no pushback when he publicly snubs her request for a goodbye kiss, hardly an unreasonable request to make of the supposed love of your life whose kid you’ve been raising solo for a decade. “Oh but Sasuke isn’t like that.” Bitch, Sakura is like that, why can’t Sakura’s emotional needs in this relationship ever come first? Why can’t Sasuke bend even the tiniest amount for her, when she’s folded so much for him she’s practically origami?

Anyway. I don’t hate the SS in the ending because of who is in it, and I definitely don’t hate SS shippers; I hate canon SS because of how it’s written, because of what is actually on the page in the manga. More than anything else, canon SS feels like a punishment of Sakura for friendzoning Naruto and a warning to all girls who might friendzone Nice Guys. “Don’t be like this,” Kishimoto warns. “See what happens if you choose the handsome asshole?”

anonymous asked:

I know that it shouldn't bother me, but I really don't know how much time is gonna pass for me to see the girls supporting each other's side projects without thinking how things were when Camila was in the group. Is just that she got so much hate (not from the girls) for doing the same things and they didn't showed any support to her like they do to each other now. Idk, it feels kind of off to me thinking how she handle all that still in the band and everything change when she was gone 😪

Okay buckle up, this is a long one 😂  (disclaimer: all personal theory)

Everything changed because the narrative changed - this whole supporting each other and being the happiest they’ve ever been is just a way for them to save appearances, the last thing the label wants right now is for the fans to think that the girls are unhappy. Camila’s departure and the audio leaks of Lauren crying raised a lot of suspicion in the fandom during the break - plus now Camila is actually telling her story and why she needed to leave. 

See they’re making a very smart move to keep the fans talking and making people think there’s a feud. Because when 5H is pushing Ot4 and saying that they support each other through everything it makes people think that when Camila was there something was wrong, and obviously it was her fault since now that she’s gone everything’s dandy - they’re putting all of it on this communication thing, therefore also putting a little reminder of the supposed meetings Camila didn’t go to.

Then on the other side you have Camila, who’s been telling her story, explaining why she left, never directly involving the girls but clearly stating that she was unhappy. Little by little we discover that she turned down projects while being in 5H, that she wanted her exit to happen differently that it did. 

Now there’s three major ways to react to all of this as a fan (I’m sure there’s more but I’ll narrow it down to 3 general ones)

n°1 : You think Camila is lying, that she casted herself aside while being in the group, that she purposely didn’t communicate with the girls about her solo projects and that basically the girls have been mad at her for 2 years and that’s why they didn’t support her and that only now that she’s gone they can finally be all happy and sunshine while subtly shading her for leaving.

n°2 : You think LAND are lying, that Camila warned them, prepared them for her departure, had those lengthy conversations she stated they had and was basically screwed over by the statement letter for her departure. That now she’s the victim of 5H who are trying to play the nice guys that were abandon by their friend, basically making her a selfish traitor when all she really wanted was to be happy and understood.

n°3 (what I personally believe right now) : You think all of this is bullshit. That the label, who represents both artists, is putting in place a narrative to make the fandom and the medias talk and boost the sales. That neither Camila or LAND really had a choice in whether or not they wanted to play that narrative because they are both under strict contracts. That the label allowing them a little bit more of freedom in the writing of the album is a consolation price but doesn’t stop it from controlling every other little thing. You may think Camila’s whole dramatic departure was a set up, that all those letters were already written long before their release. And you also may think that now, by making the fandom basically choose a side, the label is putting in place a competition between 5H and Camila, and that nothing is better than that to boost the fans and make them want to support their favorite enough to crush the other. 

Personally, n°2 was my first reaction when Camila left - I thought she was a victim, probably because she is indeed my favorite and I couldn’t possibly believe she would do such a thing as leaving via her representatives. After she released her letter I thought, yes, that’s the truth, and then when 5H replied I was shocked and hurt for a while. But then I thought back to Mani crying at their last concert and Dinah’s ig post telling Camila she supports her no matter what, and her cheering and singing along with Camila during her Bad Things performance. A few doubts start creeping in my mind. Then the audio of Lauren crying leaked, letting us know that it wasn’t only Camila being unhappy in this group. Then after complete radio silence, finally an interview in which Camila says she isn’t talking to them at all, while at the same time official papers are found by the fans/detectives, proving that Camila wasn’t part of the 5H brand during the 7/27 tour and that her departure had indeed been known for a very long time. And I wonder, if it had been known for so long then how come her departure was such a shock that it could ruined 5 years of friendship? At that moment I knew something was wrong and that we were being played.

We didn’t get much from Camila’s first interviews but then 5H arrived with a giant OT4 stamped on their forehead and a new single that would be in the charts next to CITC. Of course that wasn’t enough so they also make Lauren and Ally release their solo projects to come in competition with Camila’s collabs.  

You see, this is all planned out and has very little to do with what the girls are actually feeling or the true nature of their relationship with each other at the moment. That’s why I believe they’re still talking to Camila and they’re all very much aware of what the other one is doing and are very supportive of each other.

I know it’s hard to keep that in mind when you watch this interviews, especially if you’re very protective of your favorite, whether it’s Camila or 5H, because the first instinct it to find someone to blame and that the label, while being in control of everything, is hiding behind the girls, who therefore become the fandom’s punching bags.

You add to that the obvious sexualization of the girls with Down and Camila’s “I want a spanish boyfriend” bullshit - you got in the label the perfect target to blame sweets - maybe that’ll bother you less 😊

anonymous asked:

sorry, idk if you take prompts or not! you don't have to answer this immediately! fluffy au where lance and Keith start dating pre-Blades of Marmora, and Lance notices little things about Keith when they cuddle or do stuff together- Keith has sharp teeth, is unnaturally warm, has strangely good intuition, etc. Lance's suspicions of Keith (not exactly being human) grow further when they talk about their pasts with each other.

Hi there! And don’t be sorry! I generally don’t take prompts, since I’m writing way too many things at the moment (all my own fault ;D), but I have been known to jot down a quick blurb here and there …


Lance breathed in and out slowly before he approached Keith, sitting down next to him on the observation deck, turning to cross his legs so he could face him directly. He waited for Keith to look up from his tablet before speaking.

“So, I kinda need to ask you something, and you really don’t have to answer if you’re not comfortable, or if you just don’t wanna talk about it, or —”

“You smell a little bit like cow,” Keith said, wrinkling his nose, setting his tablet aside on the armrest behind him. “Have you been hanging out with Kaltenecker?”

“Um, yes, and rude.” Lance stuck a leg out and jabbed at Keith’s thigh with his toes. Keith pinned that leg beneath his, smiling smugly. Lance let him have his moment and then reached out with his other leg, and somehow they ended up tangled; Keith was half on Lance’s thighs, half pinned between Lance and the back of the couch and this was actually pretty perfect. 

Lance stopped laughing long enough to press a quick kiss to Keith’s cheek, and while Keith was blushing — this was all still so new, so tentative — Lance blurted out, “So, um, I was wondering about your parents?”

Keith’s smile fell. Lance reached out with his arms, an embrace that was both loose, so he could escape if he wanted, and warm, because Keith ran pretty hot and that was part of why Lance was doing this.

“What about them?” Keith asked quietly, warily.

“Again, you don’t have to answer, it’s just that … Right, so you’re wicked fast at sparring? Like, way too fast. You’re shifty about that dagger you always have on you, and you have really good night vision? Again, like, way, way good. Also, you’re nice and warm, which is great, but also a tad more warm than …”

“Than …” Keith trailed off, and his expression was now somewhat challenging, and Lance knew that Keith wanted him to be the one to say it.

“A bit more warm than most … humans,” Lance finished, and then he swooped in and stole another kiss. “But, like, you’re pretty hot, so that would be a perfectly valid reason for that, for me, so if you wanna leave it at that …”

“I … don’t.” And Keith actually looked a little … relieved? Scared, frustrated, too, but mostly relieved. “I … my dad, he’s … he was … pretty normal. His family immigrated from Korea to Tennessee — no, Lance, stop, don’t you freaking —”

“But Keith, you’re the only ten I see!” Lance howled, unable to hold back even as Keith jabbed at him with an elbow. “Ow, no, don’t care, can’t stop, won’t stop!

“I hate you sometimes.” But he then leaned in and kissed the side of Lance’s neck, his cheeks glowing pink, and Lance felt his blood rush to his own face; he quieted down, encouraging Keith with a nod. 

“I … my mom had my eyes, I think, or I have hers. And she was fast — a wicked fast runner. She never really cared much about her appearance, except that she wore a ton of make-up, and she said she had a skin condition, and dad backed it up and … She wore hats. All the time. Or scarves or bandanas … And then one day she was gone … A few years later, dad was …”

Lance held his tongue, waited for Keith to finish — he’d known or suspected most of this, but his heart still broke hearing Keith say it aloud. An orphan. Passed around different homes, with people that liked him, people that tolerated him, people that were cruel and indifferent … But no one, no family, that loved him like they should, like he deserved.

“This dagger is … I don’t know much, but what I do know …” Keith managed to pull it out from wherever he hid it, and then he carefully unwrapped the binding. “This symbol was on Ulaz’s weapon.” He revealed the crest. “He said these are ceremonial weapons of the Blade of Marmora, and I’ve always had it, so …”

The dagger trembled a little in his grip. Lance wrapped his hand around Keith’s on the hilt. Those dark indigo eyes stared into his, and Lance smiled back, as openly and affectionately as he could. 

“So maybe you’ve got a Galra grandma or grandpa, huh? I mean, I assume you’re a quarter or less, based on genetics, since you, uh, don’t exactly look Galra. Except for the weird eyes — not yellow, but, ah, not exactly a human colour, either — and all that other stuff I’ve already mentioned, but did I mention that I find all of it cool? And I really appreciate how warm you are, like, wow, this Castle can get —”

“You … you really don’t care?” Keith blinked, those wonderful eyes widening. “You’re … you’re not freaking out or angry or scared or —”

“I’m kinda a little more blown away by the fact that you’re from Tennessee, actually.” Lance laughed when Keith nudged him again. “And I … really, really wanted you to tell me. Because I did sort of get an inkling that something was up, once we started doing this boyfriend thing and bonding and stuff.”

Keith methodically re-wrapped the dagger, put it back in its hidden spot, and then threw his arms around Lance’s shoulders, hugging him tightly enough that Lance felt tears spring into his eyes — because Keith had been scared, and now he wasn’t, and Lance felt like he wanted to spend all of his time making sure Keith was happy. Which was sort of scary in its own way.

“Thank you,” Keith whispered.

They sat like that for a bit, and then Lance pulled away, trying to wipe his tears discreetly. “Okay, but, um, really, I should be thanking you.”

Keith tilted his head in a gesture of curiosity. “Why?”

“Because …” Lance grinned wickedly. “Now that I know for sure, I can cross ‘make out with a hot alien’ off my bucket list.”

Keith tackled him to the floor and then there was yelling and an impromptu sparring match, and a broken Altean relic that they immediately accused each other of breaking and holy crap, Lance had a boyfriend from Tennessee, wasn’t that wild? he asked Keith, who laughed in his face and said, with a near perfect drawl, “Yer right — nothing stranger has ever happened to anyone ever.”

Lance had no idea what he was getting into with Keith, with Voltron, not really, but this kind of revelation only made him excited for what he would learn tomorrow. And the day after. And pretty much any day, all the days ever with Keith, his Tennessee-born, part-Galra space ranger partner.


Notes: And there it is, once again, way more fluffy than I intended … That was pretty fun to write, actually :D Thanks so much for the idea, dear, and for being so kind as to send it my way! *hugs* I hope this was okay :)

anonymous asked:

It appears Ed has deleted his Twitter. I'm bummed to see him go but it's probably best for him mentally. People are just gonna rag on him because he's very popular now and not underrated like in 2012 (not bashing, there's nothing wrong with no longer being underrated). I don't watch GoT so I don't understand why people hate his cameo so much. Can you explain, and what are your thoughts on all of this?

I know you sent this last night and Ed’s account is back now, but I’m still going to answer it because I have Things to say about Ed’s Game of Thrones cameo. 

The people who hated it hated it for two reasons. The first reason was simply on principle, because they think they’re standing up for something. This reason is fricking stupid, I don’t mind saying. Please quote me on that: it is fricking stupid. These people don’t like Ed because he’s popular. There will always be people like this. They are ridiculous. Can you imagine disliking anything simply because other people like it? The bizarre thing is these people like to say they dislike popular things because they “have taste” or can “decide for themselves what is good” but what they are actually doing is letting the taste of other people influence whether or not they like something without giving themselves a chance to exercise their own taste and choose for themselves in the first place. They convince themselves something is shitty because they’re not the one who discovered it first. The logic – where is it? If I ever make an ass of myself complaining on the internet about not liking something on principle because it got popular without my help, feel free to put me out of my misery because I never want to live a life full of that much stupid.

So. These people didn’t like Ed’s cameo because they unreasonably hate him for being popular and he was on their favorite show, thereby ruining it. You just have to ignore the fact that their favorite show is literally the most popular show in the world. Otherwise their already ridiculous argument breaks down even further in the telling.

The other reason some people didn’t like Ed’s cameo is because they didn’t understand the purpose of that scene within the episode. It is admittedly longish for a scene in which not a lot of action takes place, but that is the point of the scene. Yes, it’s just three minutes of small talk between a main character and some soldiers she meets along the road, but the scene works to humanize everyone in it. Arya has just brutally murdered several of her enemies and is on the way to murder another one (probably several) when she meets these soldiers, the men loyal to the very people she’s on her way to kill. There aren’t really that many of them and considering her skill, she could probably kill them pretty easily, especially given how vulnerable they are in this moment with their weapons in a pile off to one side and the fact that they don’t think of her as a threat. She’s eyeing their swords because she is obviously considering killing them. But then–! They’re unexpectedly nice to her. The soldiers of her enemies offer her food and wine and a place by their fire, and they’re friendly and polite to her, and they talk to her about their lives, about what they’d be doing if they were home where they want to be instead of off fighting someone else’s war. The scene is about Arya realizing that these guys are just people like her, that they have families and hobbies and hopes, and that it’s not their fault they happen to be on opposite sides of this fight. They show her that they aren’t soulless monsters the way you’d want to believe about your enemies and so she spares them, proving that she hasn’t become soulless either despite what she’s done, and they all share this quiet few minutes of peace and humanity in the middle of their otherwise bloody and brutal lives. 

The complaint from those who don’t get it: it’s boring. It’s three minutes of nothing happening because they just wanted to write an overrated popstar into the show. To this, I say: YOUR FACE IS BORING. And just because you don’t get it, you’re going to come online and act like it’s Ed Sheeran’s fault your mind isn’t analytical enough to understand the themes and nuances of your dragon show? Listen, this scene is brilliant. And touching. And sad and beautiful. It makes you question what it means to fight for something, what the point of it is, whether maybe there’s a better way – like sitting by the fire and singing a song together while drinking blackberry wine and being nice

The people who don’t understand this scene wouldn’t have understood it no matter who played Ed’s part, but I frankly think it was a perfect casting. A guy who is this famous, someone you might expect to hate but who actually has a reputation for being kind to people, playing the part of a soldier in the enemy’s army who is actually kind. Art imitating life! I love it.

Oh, and I guess the third kind of person who bashed Ed’s Game of Thrones appearance is just the usual trolls. 

Here’s the bottom line, though: there is no real, logical reason to hate Ed’s cameo. I’m not saying people aren’t allowed, obviously. If they don’t like him, for whatever bizarre reason they can come up with, then that’s their prerogative. But  the fact is he looked great, sounded great, did as good a job delivering his lines as any of the other people in the scene, and was all around a pleasure to watch – and certainly the opposite of a show ruiner. And this is coming from a huge Game of Thrones fan! There may be other people - both famous and unknown - who could have done as good a job as Ed did in that role, but there is no one who could have done it better

And did I mention how great he sounded? :D

Alllllrighty, all that being said, and to address the other part of your message, I’m not actually convinced the twitter thing had much (if anything) to do with people dissing Ed’s Game of Thrones appearance. In fact, I’ve seen a lot more positive and/or funny feedback about it than negative. I think a lot of people - and the media - are assuming the GoT cameo was related because the two things happened within a day of each other and so the hate has been blown largely out of proportion to be used as a reason. But unless Ed or Stuart or somebody releases some sort of statement about it saying that was the case, I don’t think it’s necessary or productive to link the two things together. I’m content that Ed’s cameo was perfect, and his twitter account is back. :) 

anonymous asked:

Can I get a Valentine's Day peter Parker x reader please???

Peter Parker X Reader –  Don’t Tell

A/N – For me, this works best with Tom Holland (Avengers Spiderman) but an older version of Aunt May & Uncle Ben (like in the original trilogy.)

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Based off this imagine by @thefandomimagine


Originally posted by guywiththeguitar

High school is an unusual society where the students follow unspoken rules and the teachers let them in order to maintain an easier, quieter life. The rules are simple enough: stay within your group, don’t become the teacher’s pet, keep fights within your year, and above all, never tell on another student.

Unfortunately, that last rule came with its own consequences for you on a Friday before school let out. Toby Garfield had accidentally broken one of the windows for all the students to see but since nobody, including yourself, was willing to tell the teacher, Mr Maguire, you were blamed for being the closest to the scene of the crime. It meant that after school, you had been given glamourous job of scrubbing graffiti off the walls; you had even been given the janitor’s keys to put the cleaning supplies away afterwards.

After an hour and a half of scrubbing, you checked your watch yet again, sure that it must finally be time for you to go home. When you saw it wasn’t, you were sure time must be passing agonisingly slow just to taunt you.

“That’s it.” You growled irritably, throwing the scrubbing brush back into the bucket and inadvertently soaking yourself with water. “No more. There’s nobody here. I’m going home.”

You continued to chunter to yourself down the hallway until you reached the supply closet where you grew even more frustrated as it refused to unlock.

“OH, COME ON!” You exploded angrily.

“Hello?” A muffled voice sounded from inside the closet.

You frowned at the door, puzzled. “Hi?”

“Hey um, I’m kind of trapped in here, do you think you could let me out?”

“Oh!” You burst into action, trying again to unlock it. The door remained stubbornly shut, even when you leant against it with all your might. “Door’s jammed.” You grunted, pushing harder.

“Yeah… Flash dented the lock so I wouldn’t get out.”

“Flash? As in Flash Thompson? Why would he- Hang on, you’re not that guy are you? The one he always picks on? What was it? P- P- P- Percy? No, uh-”

“It’s Peter actually.”

“Right, Peter, sorry about that. This is (Y/N) by the way, if you know me that is.”

“Yeah, we’re in most classes together.”

“We are? My bad, I don’t pay much attention. Well, when this is over I’m gonna kill Flash. Okay, move back from the door, I have an idea.”

Peter moved as far back as he could in the tiny supply closet, waiting for your master plan. There was a loud thud against the door, followed by a pained groan.

“H-hey, are you alright?” Peter fretted.

“That was… That was a stupid plan.” You cringed. “New plan. I’m going to get some of the tools from workshop. Sit tight Peter, I’ll be right back.”

Peter sat down, leaning against the wall as he had before you came along. He debated what he’d tell Aunt May and Uncle Ben this time, after all, there would be no explaining the- Loud scraping of metal on metal interrupted his thoughts.

“You’re back.” He declared happily.

“Uh-huh.” You answered distractedly, attacking the door hinges with a screwdriver and hammer. It took just under half an hour of hacking inexpertly at the tight metal before you managed to remove the hinges completely. You grabbed the door quickly, easing it to the floor to let Peter out.

“Done.” You panted tiredly, staring at the mess you’d made.

“Thank you, I’m sorry I put you through so much trouble.”

“It’s no big deal, I’m just glad-” You turned to Peter, “Good God man.” You stated, appalled at the sight before you.

Peter’s face was covered in cuts and bruises, his left eye was swollen and purple, and there was dried blood, which had made its way from his nose to his shirt.

“Did Flash and his gang do this to you?” You whispered incredulously.

“Uh yeah, sorry.” Peter apologised, hating the worry on your face. “It’s fine really. I’m sure Flash just has his own troubles and-”

“No. This isn’t okay so don’t go acting like it is. Come on, we have to get you cleaned up before your cuts get infected or something.”


“Are you sure we should be doing this?” Peter questioned apprehensively as you tried each key on the bunch for the nurse’s office. “Isn’t this breaking the rules?”

“Peter, I just broke down a door, I think this is acceptable.” You pushed the door open. “Now sit down, I need to get a cloth.”

Peter perched on the edge of a bed while you rifled through some drawers, “Cloths are in the second drawer and saline solution is in the cupboard on your right.” he explained.

“I’m guessing you spend a lot of time in here.” You got the items, moving back to him.

“A little more than I should.”

You prepared the solution on the cloth, “This may sting a little.”

You dabbed his face gently, clearing away the blood where you could. Peter sat silently, suddenly bashful at your proximity.

“So, where do you live anyway?” You asked while you worked.

“What? Uh, w-why?”

“It’s late, I don’t want you walking home alone in the dark.”

“What about you? If you walked me home, who would walk you home?”

“Look, just tell me where you live, who knows? It may be right next to me but I won’t know until you tell me.”

“I live in Forest Hills but you don’t have to-”

“No way, I live in the street around the corner.” You lied, doing whatever it took to get Peter home.

“Really?” Peter lit up excitedly.

“Yeah, come on, I think I’ve done all I can here. I’ll lock up and we can go.”

“Uh (Y/N), what about the supply room door?”

“What the principal doesn’t know can’t hurt us, he’ll probably just assume it was just some vandal; God knows the school’s full of ‘em. Now let’s go, it’s bad enough walking through New York in the day, it’s even worse at night and I don’t know about you but I don’t have any bus money so I’d rather set off now.”


“Where could he have got to May?” Ben Parker paced restlessly around his living room, waiting for the phone to ring.

“Ben-” May started, looking through the net curtains.

“I should be out there looking for him.”

“Ben-”

“It’s been hours now.”

“Ben!” May raised her voice slightly, startling her husband. She smiled serenely, “Peter’s outside and it looks like he’s brought a friend.”

“What?” Ben joined his wife at the window. Peter’s back was facing the pair but they could just see you in front of him.

“Do you think he’s been out on a date?” May gushed ecstatically.

“Now May, it could just be a friend.”

“Either way, our little Peter hasn’t brought many people over before.”

“What do you suppose they’re talking about out there?”

“I don’t know, oh let’s invite them in, I’d love to meet Peter’s new friend.”

“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” Ben asked a little too late, May was already heading towards the door.

She threw it open enthusiastically, “Peter dear, welcome home. Come now, why don’t you introduce us to your friend?”

Peter blushed awkwardly, “A-aunt May-” he stuttered.

You looked behind Peter to see his aunt and uncle in the doorway. They motioned you inside, “Come now dear, no need to be shy.” May cooed at you.

“Sorry about this.” Peter whispered, nervous that you would hate his family and think him a loser. In truth, he loved his family more than anything so if you disliked them he knew he wouldn’t have anything to do with you from then on.

You walked past Peter to the front door, “Hello, I’m (Y/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you.” You stuck your hand out which Ben shook amiably.

“Please dear, come inside, we’d love to hear how you know our Peter.” May beamed.

“Oh, um- I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“Nonsense, it wouldn’t be a bother.”

“Uh, well I suppose, if Peter doesn’t mind.”

Peter finally joined you, “No, not at-”

His aunt gasped, “Oh my, Peter what happened to your face? It wasn’t those boys again was it?”

“Uh, no. No, it wasn’t, it was actually um-”

“No, I can tell you, I saw the whole thing.” You jumped in, saving Peter from whatever mess of an explanation he’d come up with. “Peter actually slipped on something at the top of the stairs and fell down half a flight. It was reported to the principal and I took him to the nurse’s office; it was all just a clumsy mistake.”

“Peter, you really must be more careful.” May chastised mildly. “Still, it’s good you had such a nice friend to help you. Now come on in out of the cold you two, I’ll make everyone a nice cup of tea.”

Over the next twenty minutes, you were asked all manner of questions which you answered gladly, knowing that if your family met Peter, they’d probably do the same to him. You found May and Ben to be lovely people who clearly adored their nephew. It almost made you reluctant to announce you had to leave.

“Are you sure you won’t stay for dinner?” May offered.

“No thank you, I should be getting home ASAP.”

“Where do you live dear? I wouldn’t want you walking home alone in the dark.”

“Aunt May, (Y/N) lives just around-” Peter started until you gave him a look and shook your head.

“I um, I actually live in the city, but if I start walking now I can be home in an hour or two.”

“Peter,” Ben scolded, “you let (Y/N) come with you all this way even though (s)he lives in the city. How could you be so irresponsible?”

“It’s alright, really. Peter didn’t know where I lived, I didn’t tell him.” You explained. “It was nice meeting you both, I hope I’ll get to again. See you later Peter.” You got up to leave.

“Hey now, it wouldn’t be right to let you go out alone in the pitch black. What kind of person would I be if I allowed you to do that? Come with me and we’ll go in the car.”

“But-”

“No buts, come on now.”

You knew there was no way you would win the argument against Ben Parker; he was the very image of how a guardian should behave. You followed him out of the house apologising for the inconvenience.

When the car pulled away, May turned to Peter, gushing, “(S)he is a lovely one, that (Y/N). You should ask him/her out before someone else does.”

“Aunt May-” Peter blushed.

“Now, now, I saw the way you looked at (Y/N), it’s the same way your father looked at your mother when they first met.”

“(Y/N)’s just a friend.”

“For now maybe but that can change quite easily.”

Peter shuffled awkwardly on the sofa.

“Alright.” May relented. “I’ll drop it for now but we both know I’m right.”

She walked away, leaving Peter to his thoughts. You were one of the first people to really acknowledge him in school and you’d met his family all in one day, how could he not have a crush on you? Despite that, he was sure you were just being polite and that everything would go back to normal on Monday because who would admit to liking him in front of the other students?


Much to Peter’s amazement, you didn’t ignore him on the following Monday. In fact, from then on you made extra efforts to sit with him in class, work together on group projects, and even meet him when you could outside of school. Your friendship endured even when Peter started acting unusual, disappearing on occasion, and making peculiar excuses not to meet you. Although you wanted to know what was wrong with him, you stopped asking because he became fidgety and uncomfortable whenever you did. After a year as your friend, Peter decided it was finally time to ask you out; as soon as Valentine’s day rolled around he was going to visit your house, take flowers, and hope you wouldn’t reject his affections.

Peter checked himself out in the mirror. He had a million questions right now but nobody to ask them to. Was his outfit okay or would a suit be better than jeans and a t-shirt? Were the dozen red roses he was holding too much or not enough? Should he slick his hair back? How would he ask the question? Would he suddenly blurt it out in a moment of clarity or would he stand gawkily spluttering clumsy words? His multitude of questions were interrupted by the phone downstairs, he ran to get it since his Aunt and Uncle were away on a day-long date.

“Hello?” he answered.

“Peter, where are you?” You asked. “You said you were coming over to work on our Science project today or did you forget?”

Peter cursed himself silently, he’d been so busy getting ready that he’d forgotten the excuse he’d made to visit you.

“Uh… yeah. I’m on my way now, it’s just that to make our uh presentation board we’ll need tacks and I went to the store here but they don’t have any.”

“Oh, no problem, you just get over here when you can and I’ll pick up some tacks at our store.”

“Great, I’ll uh, see you soon (Y/N).”

“Okie doke, see you soon, bye.”

The phone clicked off. Peter looked at the clock on the wall, he’d have to hurry if he wanted to ask you out before your family got home. He ran upstairs, grabbing his backpack. There was only one thing that would get him to your place in good time; for this job, he would have to be Spiderman.


You threw the tacks in your bag on the way back home from the store, absentmindedly taking the shortcut through the back allies to your apartment block as you always did when it was cold.

“That sure is a nice lookin’ bag you got there.” A lanky man in a cut off denim vest and jeans croaked.

“Excuse me?” You turned to face the man.

“I’ll bet it’s worth a pretty penny or two.”

“W-What do you want?” You demanded shakily.

“That depends really don’t it. How much do you have?”

He pulled a switchblade out, grinning maliciously. You took a few steps backwards, keeping an eye on him until two meaty arms wrapped around your chest.

You screamed and bucked, craning your neck to see your attacker, another man who was clearly in league with the first, sneered as you writhed against him. The first man came closer, swaying his knife around, “I think this is going to be a fun day.”

“Wait.” You shrieked. “I’ll give you everything I have. Please, you don’t have to do this.”

“Have to? No. But I do want to, I like hearing people scream.”

“Wow.” Sarcastic clapping brought everyone’s attention to the vigilante Spiderman, who was stood only a few feet away. “Real great show everybody but it won’t make it to stage if someone dies in the first scene.”

“What the hell are you on about?” Denim jacket waved his knife in Spiderman’s direction.

“Wait! This isn’t a play rehearsal? Damn, if it was I was gonna add a scene where the two idiots got arrested and the victim goes free… Oh well, I guess I can do that anyway.”

You watched disbelievingly as the other thug let go of you, ready to go head-to-head with Spiderman. You didn’t know what to say about the scene in front of you as you stood, paralysed, watching it unfurl. It took only about two minutes for Spiderman to incapacitate the two men, leaving them stuck against the wall, presumably for the police to find.

He approached you, completely relaxed. “Are you alright? Did they hurt you?”

You swallowed thickly, your suspicions confirmed, then in a low voice you whispered, “Peter?”

Spiderman stumbled back, stunned. “Wha- Who? I don’t know any-”

“Stop. Don’t insult me like this Pe- uh Spiderman.”

You turned to leave the way you’d came but were stopped as Spiderman grabbed your wrist. “Can I… Can we talk about this?”

You hesitated before nodding uncertainly. Spiderman grabbed you around the waist tightly, using his web slingers to take off into the sky. Cold air whipped across your face as you clung tightly to him, both exhilarated and terrified until he stopped at the top of a nearby building, about 20 stories off the ground.

“How did you know?” He asked, sounding less confident than before.

“No matter how you disguise it, I know your voice by now.” You kept a safe distance from the friend you thought you knew. “How- I mean… You were always the guy who took photos but like… Were you born like this? Hell, are you even from this planet?”

“You’ve definitely been reading too much Superman.”

“Okay, drop the sarcasm mister or I’ll uh, very slowly climb down the fire escape, I guess.” You peeked over the edge of the building dubiously.

“It’s a long story with a radioactive spider and I know it’s weird but this is new to me too. Do you… do you accept me as Spiderman?”

“I don’t think I have much of a choice.” You replied sardonically, then switching to concern you asked, “Do you get hurt a lot?”

“Sometimes.”

“Is this where you’re always disappearing?”

“…Yeah.”

“Okay.” You clambered onto the fire escape.

“Wait, (Y/N) where are you going?” he asked, alarmed.

“I just need some time to figure this out because I’ve just found out my best friend is a vigilante superhero who disappears often to get into fights with strangers.”

“Hang on, please don’t be like this, I- Just stay here for two minutes, can you do that for me?”

You exhaled tiredly, rubbing your forehead, “Sure, fine, whatever.”

“Great, I’ll be right back.”

Spiderman zipped away, leaving you on the fire escape to survey the city below; it seemed peaceful to be above it all. You could almost see the advantage of having powers like Peter’s. The peace didn’t last long however as Spiderman flung himself back onto the roof, landing behind you. When you faced him, you saw that his hands were behind his back and he was shuffling nervously.

“I uh, I planned to do this properly but considering everything… here.”

He pulled a very wilted bouquet of roses from behind his back, the heads had fallen off a few and the rest had shed most of their petals from the journey up. The sight of them made you smile wearily as you took hold of them gently.

“Thank you?”

“It’s Valentine’s day.” Peter blurted.

“That it is. So, is this you asking me out?”

“Yeah. If you don’t like it though, I can try again, we could do it a different way, or-”

You put up a hand to stop Peter’s babbling, “I um, I still need to get my head around everything so I’m just going to head home now.”

“WAIT!” Peter put his hand out. “Uh… Look, I understand if you don’t want to see me again but please, I’ve gotta ask you, you won’t tell the police about this will you?”

“Excuse me?” You said, affronted by the question. “What kind of cretin do you take me for? I would never in a million years, tell the police that my boyfriend was Spiderman.”

The whites of Peter’s mask widened in surprise, “B-boyfriend.”

You grinned. “Yes, boyfriend. Now, either you give me a lift to my apartment block or I climb this fire escape. Either way, it’s an adventure.”

Peter ran over to you clumsily; he was too lost in his ecstasy to speak. Instead, he simply grabbed hold of you and vaulted confidently off the roof to take you home.

For You / Ieyasu x MC

Week 2

Tuesday

Whenever she asked him questions about himself, he always felt something cold move across him, as if he were iced from the inside, his organs and nerves being protected by a sheath of frost. In that moment, though, when the words slipped past her lips, he thought he might break, that if he said anything the ice would shatter and he would splinter and crack. So he waited until his voice sounded normal before he let the words fly:

“No,” he sneered, “I don’t need you anymore tonight. Or any other night. Know your place, kitchen wench.”

She took a long time to respond. “I’ll see you tomorrow then, milord,” she said, quietly, and though he didn’t look at her, staring hard at his book, he had felt her eyes on him the whole way, bearing down and heavy, until the moment she passed through his door and melted into the night.

The problem was that she was greedy for information: she wanted to know how he had been raised, and if he had any siblings, and who his friends were, true friends, and whether he preferred one flavour over another. And sometimes the air grew so hot not only with the questions she was asking, but the manner in which they were asked — honest, guileless and a little too foolish for a cook from Kyoto — that he felt strangled by their weight and frequency and inevitability.

She wanted to know so much; she wanted so many answers. And he understood it, he did— he wanted answers, too. He wanted to know everything about her as well, but while she had made her intention as clear as an arrow’s twang, he couldn’t bring himself to reciprocate, in part because of who he was, who he was meant to be, but also because he wasn’t sure whether it was worth the endeavour. If she was worth the effort.

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jeemyjamz  asked:

Oh ye who's wise on all things bughead, can you please recommend me some good angsty, bughead fics. And by angst, I mean heart-wrenching, gut-twisting angst -- I wanna get deep w/ my emotions. Thanks B 😘

OOOkay - so I have to apologize @jeemyjamz for taking so freaking long to get back to you with this angsty list of fics. I also had THREE Anon requests asking for the same thing and I think because of the enormity of the ask - I felt like I couldn’t answer anyone’s asks because I have a brain block when it comes to deep devastating angst. Seriously - angst is hard for me to rec because I don’t generally read fics that will destroy my heart. I usually like flangst - fluffy angst (or angst with a happy ending) - especially when it’s plot driven - or super fluffy one shots. Too much angst hurts me - and it bleeds into my real life. (Like that couple weeks in April when we had to get through the 12 chapters of Long Live Rock. I was insufferable at home. Thought my husband would divorce me. I was short tempered and weepy. Poor Salmons.) 

But  - because I suppose I should try to keep my reputation as someone who reads a little something - here are some fics that aren’t FLUFFY and are various levels of sad that I can rec:

Firstly, I feel like I should point out that aside from the 12 chapters of Jeronica that is smushed kinda in the early middle of Long Live Rock by @ficmuse - that fic isn’t actually that angsty. It’s more of a plot driven, magic fest of campy awesomeness. That is solely why I’m not linking it on this list.

Nextly - I know I said I don’t read angst often - and this story is probably a good illustration of why. The Tales of an Endless Heart series by @lessoleilscouchants is freaking AMAZING and has literally cracked my soul open into little itty-bitty pieces a’la a horcrux. Where the fic sits now - we’re kind of on a not as angsty slide upwards (I hope permanently) but dude… literal, wet, fat, devastating, and heartbreaking tears fell down this fic reccer’s face during this series. So if you’re into masochism (like Juggie in this fic) you should read it. Seriously.

Also - my girl @lusterrdust knows how to break a heart or two. If her fic out of nowhere (and in fact - BOTH of her Somewhere in Time fics) doesn’t fail to destroy your heart, then you’re not a person. red sunrise is all about the end of the world and how scary hopeless it can feel being chased down by zombies while searching for the love of your life. And seriously heed the trigger warnings on drown because it freaking HURTS.

And let’s talk about dear @gellbellshead - who usually writes cheerful things. Well, she brought us  Don’t Leave Me as well. Freaking tearfest of a story. Thanks for that, dear.

Along similar lines - but not quite - we have a doomed soulmate fic by the ever lovely @juggydunes. To die by your side (Is such a heavenly way to die) doesn’t just have a clever name - we’ve convinced her to continue with another chapter… so that’s pretty spectacular, I feel.

Then there was a fic I came upon this afternoon by @betsjuggiecooperjones which didn’t have a name but was a Missing Scene between episodes 11 and 12 that was just so super good and mostly sad but then happy at the end (see how bad I am with the solely angsty stuff?)

Same thing with one of my most favourite stories every by @camelotskingz Your Eyes Look Like Coming Home starts out pretty freaking angsty… but there is some reprieve at the end. I mean - it’s cute and super clever - but there are a few scenes in the middle there that I felt my heart was being ripped open… so I think it fits the bill. Not to mention To B.C. I Still Love You is pretty much one angsty ‘throw-up on someone when you’re kissing them’ ride of pain. It’s one you should check out - if you haven’t already. (who am I kidding - I’m sure you’ve checked it out!)

Here’s one from the VERY early inklings of the fandom - it’s called Polaroids by AugustApollo - and it’s technically unfinished… but the two chapters that are there are pretty stand alone as they are. It’s so so good. It was in the first fifty entries or so on my big ass spreadsheet that I started in March (!) and my answer to whether this fic was gonna be epic was a big old YES - so I promise you’ll like it. And it’ll hurt you. But it’s so well written. Maybe if more people review it, we’ll get more polaroids of their life, you think?

Heartfelt by absurdvampmuse is a post Juggie’s birthday fic of pain… but pretty much any fic regurgitating the painful things Juggie threw at Betty in that garage is the epitome of angst for me - this one was just really great. I guess it’s not doom and gloom rip your heart out angst - but it’s definitely not fluffy.

Even Still by @peacelovebughead freaking crushed me. So I’m counting it as an angsty story - even if it has a happy ending.

Then of course there is As I lay Dying by @avenuepotter- which is a retelling of Hamlet… so of course it’s not gonna have a happy ending for anyone. But while it’s angsty af - it’s also clever and I’m never one to turn down a good Shakespeare retelling.

And lastly (for today) there is this one… There Was a Garden by mona_chopsis_0 - Until this afternoon, I had never read it but holy hannah on sunday! Where the hell have I been and what rock have I been living under? - because this is a freaking FANTASTIC fic - and yeah, it’s angsty - but also it doesn’t make me want to die from the pain a the end so more people need to read and review it. Seriously. AND I know I know the formatting it terrible. Whoever decided that << was a good alternative for a “ needs to have remedial fangirling lessons (sorry but that’s just my opinion) - I BEG you to read this story and ignore the uncomfortable formatting - because it’s FREAKING GOOD. Like so super good. Read it and review it! 


Okay - I’m calling it a day on this rec list for now. There are SO MANY MORE fics to rec - so if anyone else has favourite angsty fics to share - please please reblog with the links for all of us - because even though I’m going to hate myself for saying this - I could always do with more fic to read. lol. Love you, my dear, wonderful, and awesome Bughead Family.  💙💛

anonymous asked:

I don't know if I'm late for the drabble game but I have been thinking about this for a while. Can you please do a Taehyung's POV from Zaddy 3, that part when he's coming to see her, and the whole fight? That part when she's scared of him, the whole almost- slapping thing it's one of my fav parts, you're genius. ❤ I hope I'm not late for the party, but don't feel pressured or anything.. 😇

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Hiya I sent you an ask about a fic about Kara dealing with body issues (I know you're swamped so please don't worry about answering it soon!) b/c I have a lot of issues with my own body and it's just getting really bad. I feel like there's this voice in my head every time I walk by a mirror that's just really fucking mean and I feel crazy. But I've been working harder at the gym for the last year and I'm hoping that'll make it stop. It just sucks b/c I can't go too often now with school and all.

Alex used to tease her about it – I hope you get fat, she joked as she passed her the last potsticker – and it didn’t feel bad when Alex did it. In fact, it was pretty funny, because it’s Alex.

It still feels funny when the woman at Noonan’s asks how she eats so many sticky buns and still looks like she does, because she answers that she’s an alien, and the woman thinks it’s a joke.

So it’s funny.

But it’s also not funny.

It’s also not funny because her muscles aren’t what her cousin’s are.

It’s also not funny because Mon-El just assumes he’ll be stronger than her because he’s a man, because he’s bigger than her, and she knows he never will be, but sometimes she’s not sure.

It’s also not funny because Alex is solidly human, and James is solidly human, and they can survive – they do survive – without any powers. Without any powers except their training and their wits and their very small, very human, very not-Kryptonian, strength.

They can do what Kara does, but they distinctly cannot fly and they distinctly cannot bench press an airplane.

And she doesn’t hate it. But she hates it.

Because if they’re that strong, and she has powers, but they can survive the same kind of work she does, how weak must she be? How much weakness, how much mediocrity – and Alex wasn’t the only one raised by parents who expected perfection – lives in her skin?

Skin that lasted when everyone else died.

A face that forces a smile when she doesn’t feel it at all.

Hands that all the social media feeds make jokes about what they can do, but really, she just wants to be able to touch someone full force, outside of the green room, without worrying about breaking them?

Because they might be better than her, tougher, more innately strong, more innately special, but she can still break them, completely by accident.

Because her body is not in her control. But it is. But it isn’t. But it is.

But it isn’t.

Mirrors remind her.

Remind her that she must really be nothing special, must really look like nothing special – must really be on just this side of ugly enough to ignore, to not even register, to be completely indifferent to – because they’re all fooled by glasses, because Leslie Willis wasn’t wrong about her awkwardness, her inability to know what to do with her hands, with her face, with her whole damn body.

Her whole damn body that can lift busses and deflect bullets, but that she can’t bring herself to love.

Leslie Willis – Livewire – saw right through her uniform, straight into her damn body.

And everyone else probably does, too.

So she changes in a rush, always.

She changes with Barry Allen-type speed. Always. Even when there’s no emergency.

No point dwelling on what no one’s ever going to notice anyway, unless the uniform catches their eye. No point dwelling on what no one’s ever going to want anyway, unless for the power trip of bedding a Super.

Except, no one sees her with her glasses, so that would never even be a thing.

She doesn’t think about Maggie.

Doesn’t think about how her sister’s girlfriend saw her.

She doesn’t think about how Cat saw her.

How James saw her (sure, he already knew. But still. Still.).

How sometimes, she sees flickers in Lena’s eyes that make her think she sees her, too.

She doesn’t think about these people, these people who see her, who would tell her without hesitation that she is worth seeing – that her body is worth seeing, worth lingering on, worth living in. Worth loving.

She hates how scattered her thoughts are. How contradictory.

How nonsensical.

How raging.

How real.

Alex notices first, that it’s getting worse lately. Kara’s hatred of her own body, of its contradictions, of its dual invisibility and hypervisibility, how everyone wants it and yet nobody notices it. How everyone wants her and yet nobody notices her.

Alex notices.

The way Kara skips quickly over the photos that include her when they’re scrolling through which pictures from game night to throw up on Instagram.

The way she jumps and squirms when Eliza is visiting and tells her how beautiful she looks.

The way she avoids mirrors like a vampire desperate to not be discovered.

“So you’ve seen it, too?” Maggie whispers to her one game night as she watches Alex squinting closely at the way Kara’s hand keeps running over her abs, like she’s trying to reassure herself of something, like she’s trying to wish herself into something, out of something.

Because apparently, Maggie notices, too.

Alex just nods, because she doesn’t bother being surprised with what close attention, with what close concern, Maggie watches over her little sister. She’ll reward her for it later. For now, she’s just scared.

Because Kara’s been particularly unsteady lately, and Kara is training harder than ever at the DEO, and she’s eating less potstickers than normal, and it’s a horrendous and scary combination.

By unspoken agreement, Alex and Maggie linger after game night. They linger after Winn and James give their hugs and leave together, still laughing about who would have won Jenga if a certain someone hadn’t faked a sneeze.

“Hey Kara, I just… I wanted to let you know that you’re gorgeous,” Maggie says casually as she washes dishes, and Kara nearly drops a plate.

“Hey, you’re dating my sister, I mean – “ She tries laughing it off, but the hue of her face and the strickennss of her eyes and the way she’s adjusting her glasses furiously give her away.

Alex smiles. “She is, and I’m standing right here, and you know what? I love that she loves you like she does. That she sees you. All of you, Kara. And she thinks what she sees is beautiful. Because it is. You are.”

Alex is talking casually, too, drying dishes and putting them away in the shelves Maggie can’t reach.

Alex might not have superhearing, but she hears her sister gulp, and she might not have mind-reading abilities, but she can all but hear the voices in Kara’s head telling her that her sister and her girlfriend are lying, they’re being nice because they feel bad for her, they’re exaggerating because they love her – for some reason she can’t possibly fathom – and more importantly, if she’s not feeling good about herself, she’ll be less effective as Supergirl, and…

Kara doesn’t know she’s started sniffling and crying until Alex’s arms are wrapped around her, until Maggie’s turned off the sink and is standing against the counter with her arms folded across her own chest, hugging herself as Alex hugs Kara, as Alex holds the body that feels worthless to Kara up from falling, up from figuring out how best to destroy itself, up from figuring out how best to dismantle itself in disguise as trying to make it better.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Alex is soothing her, and Kara tries to push her away, because she doesn’t deserve to be soothed, she didn’t mean to break, she didn’t mean to tell anyone, she didn’t mean to, but her body’s betrayed her again with its tears and its quaking, but Alex knows, and Alex has planted her feet, and Kara doesn’t put any real heart behind the push anyway, because Alex is kissing her forehead like she loves her and supporting her weight like it’s nothing and rubbing her back like it’s beautiful and whispering to her like she’ll never lose faith in her, even if Kara loses faith in herself.

“You’re perfect, Kara,” Maggie is whispering, then, because Alex is using all her energy holding her little sister up. “It’s okay if you can’t feel it now. Your sister and I will feel it enough, believe it enough, for you, until you can figure out a way to believe it yourself. Okay?”

She’s helpless in Alex’s arms and under the thrall of Maggie’s soft words, and she nods as she sniffles and sobs and sobs and sobs.

When she’s stopped shaking quite so much – when she feels like there’s no water left inside her, when she’s wept her way through her thoughts, through her deepest fears, through her stickiest shames, through her toughest contradictions – she just clings to Alex life the lifeline that she is.

She lets Alex carry her to bed and tuck her in like she used to when they were kids and she’d had another nightmare.

“Stay?” she grabs Alex’s hand after she kisses her forehead and starts to stand.

“Of course,” she says without hesitation, and Maggie leans in to kiss Alex’s cheek.

“See you in the morning, ba – ” she starts, but Kara cuts in.

“You too, Maggie?”

Maggie grins down at her girlfriend’s little sister and nods. “Anything you need, Little Danvers. Anything you need.”

Secret Love Song - Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 7)

Originally posted by harrysvinylrecord

Part 6

“Run this by me again?” Your friend said. “You’re going to Paris? Randomly. By yourself?” 

“Uh…yes,” you said packing your suitcase. 

“Is it for work?” She asked. 

“No,” you said. “I’m just uh… getting out of the city.” 

“By going to another city,” she pointed out. 

“It’s Paris, it’s different,” you said. 

“Wait a minute,” she said. “This wouldn’t be a little romantic getaway with your mystery boy toy would it?” 

You bit your lip. Technically, it wasn’t because he was going there for work, however, he was extending his stay a little so that you two could have some time together. 

“OH MY GOD IT IS!” She said. 

Apparently, you waited too long to answer. 

“It’s obvious that you two are getting serious and you won’t even tell me, your best friend, who it is,” she groaned. “I’m really started to feel offended.” 

“I’m sorry, it’s just it’s complicated,” you sighed. 

“Becuase it’s someone famous and your job right?” She smirked. 

You sighed. “I’ll tell you when I can, I promise.” 

“You better,” she said. “Now, when do you leave?” 

“Tonight actually,” you said. 

“Is he going to pick you up?” She smirked. 

“No, I’m going to his house,” you said. “And we’re heading to the airport from there.”

“Damn,” she groaned. 

You laughed. “You’ll find out soon, okay.” 

“Fine, fine,” she sighed. “And while you’re being all lovey Dovey in Paris, I’ll be here watering your plants.” 

“Thank you,” you laughed. 

**

When you and Harry arrived in Paris, he arranged for you to go in a back way at the hotel, while he went through the front due to a number of fans that were waiting outside. 

You got in the room before Harry and went over to the window. You had no idea if Harry was even still down in the crowd because there were that many people down there. Your question was answered when the door opened and Harry walked in. 

“I see you made it back in one piece,” you laughed. 

“Oh, yeah,” he laughed throwing his bags down. 

“Is it always like that?” You asked. 

“Not always, but sometimes yeah,” he said. “It’s worse when they know where I’m going to be, but if I just go somewhere without having to be there for something, it’s not like that at all.” 

You nodded as Harry walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist and his chin on your shoulder. You smiled putting your hands on his arms and leaning back against him. 

“When’s your interview again?” you asked. 

“Tomorrow morning, so we have what’s left of the day and tonight all to ourselves,” he smiled. 

You smiled turning your face to the side and giving him a kiss on the cheek. “What should we do?” You asked. 

“Whatever you want to do,” he smiled. 

“Can we go out or are we sort of stuck inside?” You asked. 

“I’m sure we could sneak out the back,” he said. 

“Wouldn’t that be too much trouble though?” You asked. 

“I’ve been doing it for years, it’s not that bad,” he said. “Unless you would prefer to stay inside.” 

“Well, maybe we could stay in until later tonight and go out for dinner,” you said. 

“Okay, that sounds good,” he smiled. “Do you want to watch a movie?” 

“Um. We could yeah,” you said. 

“We can order some food too,” he said. 

“Sounds good because I’m starving,” you laughed. 

After ordering some food and choosing a movie to watch, you both laid on the bed. Harry wrapped his arm around you and kissed your head. 

“I’m really glad you came,” he whispered. 

“I am too,” you smiled looking up at him. 

“Have you heard anything about your job?” He whispered. 

“Nope,” you said. “And quite honestly, I’m okay with that.” 

“Have you given any more thought to quitting?” He asked. 

“No,” you sighed. “I probably should, but I still don’t know.” 

“Well, remember I can help you if you want,” he said. 

“I know,” you smiled kissing his cheek. 

You turned back to watch the movie, but he smirked and leaned over to kiss you. You laughed into the kiss. 

“I thought we were watching a movie,” you said. 

“’S boring,” he mumbled into the kiss. “This is much better.” 

You laughed wrapping your arms around his neck as he deepens the kiss. You laid back more against the bed and he ran his hands up and down your sides. He pulled away from your lips and trailed kisses down your neck as his fingers slipped under your shirt. 

Then there was a knock on the door. 

“The food,” he groaned putting his forehead on your shoulder. 

You giggled. “We’ve got plenty of time to finish where we left off after we eat.” 

He laughed giving you a quick kiss before getting up and heading over to the door. While he was getting the food, you started thinking about where you wanted to take things tonight. 

Tonight was the night that you wanted to take your relationship to the next level, you just hoped that you didn’t make a complete fool of yourself in the process. 

**

That night you had showered and changed for the big date night out. It was not only the first date in public that you and Harry were going on and it was the night you were going to bring out a little something. You put on a new bra set underneath your dress that you were wearing for tonight. 

You finished your makeup and hair and went back out into the room. Harry looked up at you as he was buttoning his shirt. 

“Wow,” he smiled. “You look… amazing.” 

“You sound so surprised,” you joked. 

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he laughed. “You always look amazing and beautiful.” 

“Thank you,” you smiled. “You don’t look so bad yourself.” 

“Only for you,” he smirked. “Gotta look good for my girl.” 

You smiled. “You know I think that’s the first time you’ve called me that.” 

“Do you like when I call you that?” He asked. 

“Yeah, I do,” you smiled. 

“Then I’ll be calling you that from now on,” he smiled. 

You laughed. “I’m okay with that,” you said. 

The two of you then went to head out the back and into a car that drove you to the restaurant. 

“Do you think we’ll be seen?” You wondered. 

“I don’t think so,” he said. “I’ve arranged for us to have a private spot in the restaurant.” 

“Thank you,” you smiled. 

“You don’t have to thank me,” he said. 

You smiled kissing his cheek. 

When you get to the restaurant, you both go inside and straight to the back room. You sit down at the table and look at the menu.  After you both order, Harry looked over at you. 

“You know it’s nice not having to hide out,” he smiled. 

You bit your lip. “Does that.. bother you?” 

“A little bit, if I’m honest,” he said. 

“I’m sorry,” you sighed. 

“It’s not your fault,” he said shaking his head. “Our circumstances are a little different than most.” 

“Do you feel like I’m ashamed of being with you or something?” You asked. 

“No, I don’t,” he said. “But sometimes it does feel like we’re always going to have to be careful with our relationship. Don’t get me wrong, I want to keep as much of our relationship private as I can, but I don’t want to have to keep it so private that we can’t even go out or be seen together.” 

“And as long as I’m still working for the magazine, we can’t be seen together,” you sighed. 

“I guess so,” he whispered. 

“Then I’ll just have to quit,” you sighed. 

“Baby, I don’t want you to that just because of me. I don’t you to feel like you have to choose between the two,” he said. 

“I’m not,” you said. “If I stay there, we’ll just keep having to hide this relationship and I don’t want to do that anymore. I can’t even tell my best friend about us and I hate lying to her. Besides it’s obvious that they don’t give a shit if I’m there or not, since they made me take these weeks off and we both know that I’m not happy there.” 

“You don’t have to make a decision right now,” he said rubbing his thumb over your hand. 

“No, I don’t, but if I keep thinking about it, I’m going to talk myself out of it because I’ll look at all the reasons why I shouldn’t leave,” you said. 

“And what are those reasons?” He asked. 

“It’s a job for one. It pays well and I have to pay rent and utilities, food, gas, etc,” you said. 

“There are other jobs that I’m sure you could find,” he said. “And I can help you out with some things if you need it. And I know what you’re going to say, but don’t think of it that way. You’re my girlfriend and I care about you, helping you out is part of my job.” 

“I know, but when you’re you, that can be taken as if I’m only with you for the money and who you are,” you sighed. 

“And who is to say that people won’t think that already, even if I don’t give you money or pay for something for you?” He asked. “People are going to judge and assume things regardless of what is actually true or not. And who would even know if I paid your rent for a few months anyhow?” 

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “No one I guess.” 

“Exactly, so baby if the only thing that you can think of as a reason to stay at this job is so that you can pay your bills, then don’t worry about it,” he said. 

“Are you sure though?” You sighed. 

“Ultimately, you leaving is your decision, but yes I’m sure if you’re sure,” he said. 

“Okay,” you smiled. “Then first thing tomorrow morning, I’m going to call my boss and tell her I’m not coming back.” 

Harry smiled. “And if you want I can call Gemma and see if she has any recommendations for you.”

“Are you sure she’ll help though? I mean she hasn’t exactly met me, but that one time and she didn’t seem to really care for me,” you said. “And does she even know that we’re together?” 

“She’ll help you out, I promise,” he said. “And she sort of knows that I’m seeing you, but not that we’re together officially.” 

You sighed looking down. “I guess I never really thought about how secret our relationship was before…” 

“Yeah,” he nodded. “But now that can change. I’m not saying that I’m gonna hold like a press conference and be like oh I have a girlfriend, here she is, but now we don't’ have to worry about hiding or not being able to go out. I can introduce you to my family and friends and you can do the same with me,” He smiled. 

“Do you worry about that though? Like what will happen once we are seen together?” You asked. 

“I won’t lie and tell you that it’s going to be all rainbows and sunshine. There will be people who don’t want us together and we’ll probably say or do things to you,” he sighed. 

You nodded. 

“But it might help to make all of your social media at first private,” he said. “That way no one can like come at you directly.” 

“Does it really get that bad?” you sighed. 

“Sometimes…” he nodded. “But I really hope that you don’t let… let that affect our relationship because I don’t know what I would do if I lost you over shit like that.” 

You sighed getting up from your seat and walking over to him. You sat down in his lap and he wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“You’re not going to lose me, okay,” you smiled. “I’m gonna be here as long as you want me because I’ve never felt like this with anyone before and I don’t ever want to lose it.” 

“Well, then I guess you’re never going anywhere because I’m going to want you around forever,” he whispered. 

You smiled as you looked down at him and gave him a kiss. After a bit, you pulled away from him. 

“Maybe we should box up the rest of the food and head back to the room, yeah?” you whispered. “We could pick up where we left off earlier?” 

His eyes widen a little and his lips turned into a bit of smirk. “Excuse me,” he said turning around to find the waiter. “Could I have the check and some to-go boxes?” 

You giggled and tried to get up from his lap, but he gently pulled you back down. The waiter brought over the check and Harry just handed him his card without even looking at the total before boxing up all the food. 

Once the check was paid for, you both got up and went back to where your car was parked. Harry helped you into the car and then got in right after you. 

**

Back up in the room, the food was put into the mini fridge, music filled the air, and candles lit up the room. You were looking out at the window at the view of the Eiffel Tower when hands were wrapped around your waist and kisses placed along the side of your neck. 

“I feel like we’re in some cheesy romance movie,” you laughed. 

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” he smiled. 

“I didn’t say there was,” you smiled. 

“So,” he said taking your hand. “Can I have this dance?” He smirked twirling you around to face him. 

You laughed with a nod and he brought you closer to him. You both swayed to the music a bit and he stared into your eyes. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” you laughed. 

“What? Why?” He laughed. 

“It makes me nervous,” you whispered. 

“I look at you like that all the time,” he smiled. 

“I know, but right now, it feels different,” you whispered. 

“Bad different?” He whispered. 

“No, good different,” you smiled. “It’s making me feel things that I’ve never felt before… things I don’t think I should be feeling right now.” 

“What do you mean?” He asked. 

“It’s nothing,” you said shaking your head. “I don’t want to freak you out.” 

“You’re going to freak me out, just tell me, baby,” he whispered. 

You sighed and looked down. “When you look at me like that, I feel like I’m falling in love with you. And that’s crazy, right? I mean we’ve only known each other for a few short weeks and we’ve only been together for half of that-”

Harry interrupted you with a kiss. Except this kiss was different. Sure you two have shared passionate kisses before, but this time, you felt the emotion coming through. It felt deeper, more connected than ever before. 

“It might be crazy,” he whispered. “But at least we’re in this crazy shit together because I’m falling in love with you, too.” 

You were smiling ear to ear as you pulled him down for a kiss. He wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up. You giggled as you held onto him and walked the two of you over to the bed. Before he placed you on the bed, he put you down and unzipped the back of your dress. You pulled it off your shoulders and let it fall to the ground. 

Harry took off his suit jacket from that night and threw it on the floor next to your dress. He looked back over at you. 

In previous relationships, you always felt nervous and uncomfortable when they looked at you before sex, but as he admired your half naked body, you never felt more comfortable in your life. 

He looked at you with love, admiration, and lust. The difference in this time and all your other relationships is that sex was just sex. You both had just been looking for a hookup, a purely physical relationship.

But this, this was more. Sure, this was mostly physical too, you both were human, but there was more behind it. There was a longing, a want to be connected. 

There was love. 

He pulled you back into his arms and he ran his hands down your arms before placing his hands with yours. 

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered in your ear before kissing down your neck. 

You tilted your head to the side and closed your eyes. You unwrapped your hands and starting unbuttoning his shirt. You pushed it down his shoulders and he helped you take it off the rest of the way. 

You ran your hands over his chest and shoulders before pulling him down for a kiss. He smiled against your lips before picking you up again. He laid you down on the bed and ran his hands up your sides. When he pulled away from your lips, he kissed down your neck and rest of your body. 

He then sat up and took off his jeans before joining you back on the bed. You smirked and pushed him down on the bed before straddling him. He put his hands on your hips and you unclasped your bra. He sat up a bit and kissed you. You ran your fingers through his hair as you kissed him back. 

You smirked a bit and moved your hips back and forth causing him to groan. 

“You’re not the only that can play that game,” he smirked pulling away from the kiss and trailed kisses down your neck before paying extra attention to your bare chest. 

**

When you both had finished, you laid together in a sweaty, heavy breathing mess. Even though you two were burning up, you stayed wrapped up together with nothing but a sheet barely covering you. The only thing you could hear was the music in the background and your breathing. 

You both were looking out the huge window that overlooked the city of Paris from the bed and Harry’s fingers were roaming their way around your naked back. 

“You okay?” he whispered kissing your head. 

“I’m more than okay,” you giggled. “What about you?” 

“Incredible,” he laughed. “This view is amazing.” 

“Yeah, it’s like you can see all of Paris from our bed,” you smiled. 

“I wasn’t talking about Paris,” he whispered looking down at you. 

You looked up at him and smiled. “I’m sure I look a hot mess.” 

“Yeah, but sweaty sex hair looks good on you,” he smirked. “In fact, it makes me want to go for another round.” 

“Don’t you have an interview in the morning that you should rest up for?” You said. 

“Hmm… sleep or making love with my girl?” He whispered. “I can sleep when I’m old,” he smirked. “Now, come here.” 

You giggled as he pulled you on top of him and leaned in to kiss you. For the rest of that night, that bed wasn’t used for sleeping. You just hoped that Mr. Sleep When I’m Old wasn’t too exhausted for his big interview tomorrow, but right at that moment, you didn’t exactly care. 

violetflipflops  asked:

Sooo I have no idea if you take fic requests or not, so ignore if you don't. 🙂 If you do, can I request a Drake x MC fix from the most recent chapter, in which Drake doesn't leave MC's room? I just want to hug them. 😭

Hi, @violetflipflops! I’m not sure if this will make you feel any better, but here’s my take on what would happen if Drake stayed. The whole situation with these two is just heartbreaking right now and I can’t seem to get past that. 

Not Fine

“Just…be careful, okay?”

“Wait…”

Drake pauses, gripping the doorknob tightly. Please don’t, he thinks. Don’t say anything else. It’s taking everything in him to walk out this door.

“Drake, could you…would you please stay?”

“You know I can’t,” he says quietly.

“I know, but…I don’t want to be alone.” Her voice is timid and soft.

Drake finally turns to look at her. Her arms are wrapped tightly around her stomach and he can see even from this distance that she’s trembling.

“You’re not fine, are you?”

“No,” she whispers tearfully, “No, I’m not fine. I know he probably won’t come back, that this was some misunderstanding gone horrifically wrong, but the door doesn’t lock and…”

“I’m right next door, Louisa,” he pleads. He wants to stay, but he shouldn’t, he can’t. For so many, many reasons, he needs to leave right now.

“Please, Drake…I’m just…I’m…”

She’s scared. Drake can see it clearly. She’s out of danger, but what happened here tonight has definitely shaken her and his heart breaks to see it. She’s always so bold and brave, adventurous and impetuous. All that has fallen away in light of what’s happened.

Drake sighs, “Of course, I’ll stay. I’ll take the chaise.”

Slipping his white t-shirt back on, he crosses the room. As he passes her, Louisa reaches out and grasps his hand.

“Thank you for doing this,” she leans up to press a kiss to his cheek.

“I’d do anything for you, Louisa,” he says quietly, looking down at her.

“I know,” she says with a sad smile. “You can take a pillow and blanket from the bed. I’m gonna put my pajamas on.”

“Okay.”

As he settles on the chaise, he tries to ignore the fact that the pillow and blanket is infused with the scent of her. It’s gonna be a long night.

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Louisa changes in the bathroom quickly and then slips into her bed. Her hands still tremble slightly as she pulls the heavy quilt up to her chin. She never expected something like this to happen here. She has no idea why Tariq would think she had feelings for him. She hasn’t even see him in weeks. A thousand thoughts whirl around her head, but one stands out, something that came to her when she and Drake were talking earlier.

“Drake?”

She’s met with silence and wonders if he’s already asleep.

“Yeah?”

“You seemed…especially vehement when you said it wasn’t my fault.”

“Because it wasn’t,” he says sharply.

“I know, but I was just wondering…” she hesitates, not sure she should voice her thoughts, “did something like this happen to Savannah?”

Again, silence stretches between them as Louisa waits for him to answer.

“Yes,” he finally says, grief infusing his voice and Louisa feels like crying again.

“Some noble asshole thought because Savannah was a commoner that she was fair game to take whatever the hell he wanted,” Drake explains angrily.

“Did she…was she?”

“No, Bastien found them and kicked the guy’s ass. Which is really good thing, because if I had found them, I probably would have killed him.”

Louisa shivers at Drake’s words. She doesn’t doubt he would do anything and everything to protect someone he loves.

“What happened to the guy?”

“When I told Liam what happened, he and the king banished the bastard.”

“Wow, I didn’t realize that was real thing.”

“Yeah, but it was too late. By then, Savannah had run away,” Drake says mournfully. “She sent me a message once, just once, saying it was all her fault that she must have have led him on. I hated him more than ever for that, for making her feel like something he did was on her. She was innocent and he made her feel guilty. I didn’t even have a chance to make it better, if I even could.” Louisa can hear the heartache in Drake’s voice and she wishes desperately that she had the words to comfort him. How awful for Savannah, for Drake.

“I’m so sorry, Drake,” she whispers.

“Me too.”

They fall silent, both consumed with their own thoughts.  Eventually, Louisa hears Drake’s breathing even out and he begins snoring slightly. She smiles at the sound even as her own thoughts torment her.

When Drake had asked if things would have been different between them if they’d met some other way in some other place, she’d felt such a bittersweet ache. She wishes so badly things were different. She’d come here on a whim, looking for an escape and a chance for an adventure, but the stakes are so much higher than she’d realized. As they approach Liam’s coronation, it’s truly sinking in that these people are looking for a queen. She could be queen. Is that what she wants? Is this the life she wants to live? Is Liam the man she wants to spend the rest of her life with?

No answers come and Louisa tosses and turns for long hours before an exhausted sleep finally claims her.

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Drake wakes up sore and uncomfortable. He takes a deep breath and hisses as pain shoots through his bruised ribs. It takes him a moment to remember where he is. Louisa. He slowly rolls over as he sits up. Looking at the large bed, he sees she’s still asleep.

Getting up, he picks up the blanket and walks over to the bed. Louisa is sleeping soundly. Her lips are parted as she breathes quiet, even breaths. Her dark hair is fanned across her face and pillow. Unable to resist, he reaches down and gently brushes the hair back from her face. Seeing her like this feels incredibly intimate and Drake’s heart stops for a moment. He carefully lays his blanket over her. He wishes things were different. More than anything in his life, he wishes he’d met her in some other time or place. He wishes she was his. But she’s not, he thinks to himself. Heart breaking in his chest, he takes one last look at her before slipping out of the room.

anonymous asked:

Im very attracted to your meta about unrequited love especially about furuta motive pattern n prediction about his perspective I must be agree that furuta want to lost his humanity emotion n of course included make far distance for love. But only one im confused at when i read his poem “So if you were planning on giving me something In this year I want four times more of that love or hate I don’t need anything else.” after we already knew even slightly about himwhat does this mean? Thanks 😊

I can totally interpret that line for you! This was a point I was planning on getting to one day in a meta, and I might elaborate on it more later but for now. The best way to explain this line is to still think of it in the narrative of “Furuta does not want to be a human being”, or to be more specific “Furuta does not want to be loved as a human being.”

Regarded as, and hated as, works as well in this context. Furuta’s narrative is one of depersonalization, he wants to be loved, because everyone wants to live while being loved, it’s unavoidable.  Though Furuta himself does not offer much self reflection as a character, as I pointed out before even his internal monologues tend to be lies, he’s so thoroughly a liar. However, an answer lies within his foil, Kaneki. 

Even if you have no memories of being loved, for as long as you have memories of loving someone, you can continue to live.”

…But how is someone who has never been loved be capable of loving someone else?

I want to disappear [x]

Haise’s poem is about this topic, him trying to search for some way to compromise, a way for him to be loved without himself having to learn how to love others because he finds himself incapable of doing so. His answer is denationalization as well. It’s the title of the poem “I want to disappear”. Remove the poetry and simplify the message down to be as literal as possible, and the feeling expressed is just “I want to die.”

The easiest way to stop being a person is to kill yourself after all, then you no longer have to exist and be alive. The choice to depict Furuta and Kaneki both as hanged men is quite a literal one, as both of them want to die. The reason why their conflict is tangled up in each other to the point where both of their nooses tie into each other though, is both of them refuse to just die simply unloved. Kaneki at his strongest moment of self reflection right before getting rid of the Haise personality even admits to such. 

This ends up sounding a whole lot like:

So if you were planning on giving me something.
In this year, I want four times more of that love or hate.

I don’t need anything else.

I have become 6 years old [x]

Both of these characters have their own want to be loved, tied up in their desire to die so messily that the two of them basically become indistinct, therefore the two of them are tied together in nooses to tightly it’s difficult to tell where the knots began and end. 

The compromise then, that these two characters reach between their want to die, and want to be loved is to live and die as a symbol. IE “I want to die in style.”  Being objectified, being made into a symbol whether that’s a villain or martyr is another form of derpersonalization. It’s a common theme of Kaneki’s character and how others tend to regard him. 

It’s even brought up again very recently to, what Kaneki tends to mean to the others around him. 

In fact, one could even argue that Eto knew this specifically about Kaneki, and it’s partially why she worded her request for him to become one eyed king the way she did. 

“You’re the only one who can do this, you’re the one they all have to rely on-” Eto says as if she was not attempting to manufacture an entire assembly line of one eyed king candidates like Takizawa and Amon, as if the person had been Kaneki all along. In other words she’s playing him to recruit him into her revolution, because she knows Kaneki wants to be relied on people and be loved by them that way, instead of directly as a person.

Which leads us back to Furuta again, if Kaneki has chosen to play the hero, then Furuta has decided to play the villain. Remember the line is “A good thing or a bad thing, it doesn’t matter, I’ll do something to make everybody love me.” On a very subconscious level, they’re indifferent as long as they can be in the eyes of others. Which is why Furuta has no problem choosing to be the villain, and orchestrator in this scenario instead. 

While Furuta is working very hard towards his objective, I myself doubt if he really means to succeed, or even if he would be satisfied by it. Just like Arima, and the other garden children, he’s probably resigned to his death long ago, and all of his efforts now are just to give his death some kind of meaning. 

But for you people, how are you still celebrating your life despite how hopelessly stupid or ugly you are?

I am genuinely impressed.

Doesn’t it make you want to die?
If you die, you can get cured you know. (This is true.)

Furuta was after all, in awe about how people could continue to live on normally in an ugly world like this one. He’s probably just like Kaneki, somebody whose lost all hope and only sees his current actions as one last great gambit to make everyone love him in his death. 

GoT Afterthoughts 7x01 (Jonsa edition).

Okay, so I had to watch this twice, as I was semi-distracted with my rugrats who haven’t mastered staying in bed after they’re tucked in, yet (or ever ..probably). For my fellow Jonsa shippers -anchors aweigh, but we’ll come back to that later ….as romance is really not what this show hinges on. I apologize in advance that this will probably hop around and be as scattered as my brain, but I’ll do my best to keep it tidy.

So right out of the gate, this season kicked off with our sweet baby murder Stark posing as crusty old man Frey and taking out all those responsible for the Red Wedding. Sweet, sweet retribution my friends, and while I gleefully squealed with joy that all those rat bastards got what they deserved, I’m almost positive that Arya will take up the books Lady Stoneheart arc, and therefore, I truly worry about her longevity in the series.

Then we see an eerie shot of the NK’s army marching forward (clearly towards the wall), and it’s massive! With fucking Giants! Giants my dudes and dolls -and quite a few of them. So a lot of people think the Wall is coming down at some point this season, but as Meera and Bran arrive at Castle Black I can’t help but wonder if the Wall even needs to come down? Remember when Bran sneakily wargged while the three-eyed-raven was sleeping and the NK touched him and then was able to instantly transport his entire army right to their doorstep? What if he can do that now that Bran has crossed to the other side of the Wall?

Back to Jonsa, as we were treated with a delightful scene of our KitN and the Lady of Winterfell (ahem, seated at his left as the King’s consort would be) entertaining their subjects of the North, as Jon rallies support to prepare for the coming war(s). They have a spat about what to do with the houses land/keeps that threw their support behind Ramsey. Sansa wants to reward the loyal houses and set a punishable example for those who abandoned the Starks in their time of need, while Jon refuses to punish the children for the sins of their fathers and is much more interested in UNITING the north. I have to say that while I understand exactly why Sansa feels this way (considering the horrors that Ramsey put her through), I’m behind Jon on this one, and judging by her facial expression after the children knelt before Jon, I believe that Sansa saw this too. And fuck that smirking snake Littlefinger always lurking around like some creepy child abductor in the shadows!

So at first this scene kind of upset me (the first time around I was more listening than watching expressions -remember the rugrats not staying in bed? lol) because I kind of disliked the two of them arguing in plain view of everyone else (ugh and ESPECIALLY in front of LF who is just waiting to stir the shitpot) -and I couldn’t help but cringe inwardly at all the rumors of this Starkbowl BS and how everyone was going to immediately jump to conclusions ….

But then we are treated to the next lovely Jonsa scene of them strolling through Winterfell (very reminiscent of a beloved past KitN and his lady-love) and the reasoning behind Sansa’s outburst becomes a bit more clear (at least to me) …her father and Robb- one tried to always be just and fair and the other was inexperienced and rash, and look where it got them? Right now Jon is all she has, and she’s determined not to see him end up the same way. Sansa knows how to play the game -she’s got the political savvy that Jon lacks and she’s damn well going to question his judgement sometimes (and yes girl, yessss! She’s come so far) -and what’s better, she CAN! Jon pretty much tells her so “of course you can, you’re my sister, but ….” He simply doesn’t want her to do so in front of their “subjects” as undermining him makes him look weak. He’s not power hungry like Joffrey -a juxtaposition that was even brought up in their conversation, with Sansa confirming that Jon is the polar opposite (shipping goggles fully affixed: she does so with the sweetest most heartfelt imploring expressive eyes - le sigh). Starkbowl is a sham! Our babies hashed this out and did not let it fester with resentment. Jon needs to LISTEN to her council (and no Jon, that would not be so bad)!

And while my shipping goggles are on, let’s talk about this tension -let’s talk about Jon marching ahead stubbornly and Sansa grabbing his arm to get his attention. Let’s talk about the cameras focusing in on that. Let’s talk about how Jon’s eyes immediately drop to their point of contact -and why is he so tense? Hmmmmmm. I think our ship has become more like a submarine (meaning that it’s a steady hum just below the waters surface) -because it has to be right now. Because they are still siblings.

Bonus (and I’m paraphrasing): Jon- “father always said that anything that comes before ‘but’ is horse shit..” Also Jon- “you’re my sister, ‘but’ …” *thank you fellow Jonsa shippers @starks-in-the-north and @cathcacen for pointing this little gem out.* 😂

This Jonsa scene was immediately followed by another bro/sis pair - Queen Cersei and Jamie - (who pretty much spent the entire scene looking at her like she done lost her damn mind). Could Cersei be the mad queen? She’s got nothing else left to lose. Oh, and Euron is a jerk … can’t wait until Yara and Theon kill his ass!

Back to Winterfell! Okay, I ship the crap out of Brienne/Jamie but Tormund’s crush on B is giving me LIFE! I simply adore that he has heart eyes for her, and it’s even more adorably adorable because Brienne hasn’t exactly had a long line of suitors. She knows that deep down she’s kinda flattered -even if she’s also annoyed! lol And my precious baby deserves a little flattery because she’s just fucking wonderful and I love her and I want her to feel special like she did that day at the dance before she realized what those rotten little shits were up to! And while I’m ranting about my precious cinnamon roll, how about her face when little Lyanna (also a precious cinnamon roll who will slit your throat) proudly declared that she would fight! I need these two babies to have more scenes together this season - PLEASE!

Wow, this is getting long and I’ve barely scratched the first couple of scenes! Sorry guys, but I’m not done ranting yet and I know I’ve jumped around and am not tackling this in any sort of order ….

Sansa and LF … my God, baby girl! Her tongue is as sharp as her wit! There is NO WAY IN HELL that I would ever believe she’d betray Jon with this weasel. She’s onto him and she is taking him down. Now, would she manipulate the manipulator into thinking this in order to take him down? Umm yeah.

Sam is not exactly having a great time at the Citadel, but he has already stumbled onto something important -a dragon glass mine under Dragon Stone. So Jon will likely go south soon. Before all of you start panicking about the leaks and “boatbang”, I advise you all that attractive people can have sex in the absence of love and if it happens, I implore you to pay attention to the context. Jon is still under the impression that Sansa is his SISTER. A sexual tryst doesn’t impede a Jonsa endgame, my loves!

We now also know where Jorah has ended up, and it looks like his entire arm is now covered. How far has it spread? I miss him!

The Hound also seems to have an important role in the upcoming battle. I’m glad that he buried that family that he murdered. I’ve always been on the fence with his character -like Jamie, he walks a fine line. I’m really looking forward to an Arya/Hound reunion. And speaking of Arya … I really enjoyed the scene of the Lannister soldiers offering her food/shelter for the night. I was kind of worried when she first came upon them because this is GoT and rape and all -but at its core, it was a very moving scene that these men who are actually supposed to be her enemies, showed her nothing but kindness.

The dragon queen has arrived. Love her or hate her, Dany’s arrival at her ancestral home was pretty moving -especially seeing the dragons circling overhead! Wow - powerful scene! The castle is fucking GORGEOUS on the outside, although the dreary decor inside leaves much to be desired. I actually really love Dany -she has definitely gotten darker since Astapor, but I still love her. I’ve had a very strong feeling for quite some time now that she would become an antagonist once she stepped on Westeros soil ….only time will tell.

If you made it all the way through my rambling madness - thanks for sticking around. Jonsa is still endgame. See you next Sunday!

Originally posted by winterfellskingdom

anonymous asked:

So I just recently watched Train to Busan(I was sobbing man) and I've also been getting really into Mark of NCT. Could you maybe do a Scenario with like Train to Busan concept and Mark and the reader just met and he saves her and they stay together. Happy ending please, don't do my wrong like the movie 😭love you!😘

Originally posted by jonqins

Pairing : reader x mark

Genre : train to busan/ apocalypse AU

A/N : this was such a cool and fun request thank you for sending it in !! So sorry it took ages to post it tho ehe

tee xx

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“Okay make sure you get off at the right station. If you miss Busan you’ll have to get off at another station and catch another train”

“Yes mum” I mumbled barely listening to what she was saying. I tried to navigate myself through the crowd and find the platform that my train would be on. My mum and I had been planning my trip down to see her in Busan for months. She’d moved to get closer to the sea while I’d stayed in Seoul with my dad.

The train arrived and slowed to a stop. I waited for people to step out of the train before I got in and searched for my seat. Knowing this train was a popular one I had reserved a seat to make sure I wouldn’t be left stranded. As soon as I sat down a boy with short light brown hair and and almond eyes sat down next to me. He had earphones in and smiled slightly at me as a greeting. I bowed my head and looked out of the window.

After a few stops I needed to go to the bathroom. I got up in search for a toilet and found one on the other side of my cabin. As I open the door to leave the same boy from earlier rushes in and slams the door shut.

“Hey okay you’re safe I thought you might have been attacked” he panted scanning me with this eyes.

“What? Attacked? What are you talking about?” I asked confused.

“Okay this sounds crazy and I wouldn’t believe it myself if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes. But, something is changing people into zombies. They’re running all over the train and infecting as many people as they can.”

I scoffed “look dude if this is some weird way to get us in a quiet place together or to get my number then it’s not working”. I opened the door to leave when a bunch of heads turned to look at me. Their eyes were completely white and they had blood dripping from their mouths onto their clothes and hands.

I froze. A scream was lodged in my throat and my brain was screaming for me to move, to do something. But I stood there motionless staring ahead of me as the creatures slowly made their way towards me. Out of nowhere the boy behind me lunged at the the door and closed it making sure to lock it. We heard banging and scratching coming from the other side and the doorknob turned but they failed to come in. I panted looking at the guy who was still stood stuck on the door. His chest was moving up and down at an alarming rate but he still seemed to scan me, maybe to see if I was okay.

“I hate to be the guy who says this but I told you so. Oh and for the record if I wanted your number I’d be a lot smoother”

“This is not the time to get cocky boy. Why the hell are there zombies outside? Zombies only exist in movies don’t they? What is going on?” I started rambling walking back and forth in the tiny bathroom. We needed to get out, I needed to warn my mum. Where there zombies all over the country? Had they already gotten to my parents? Where they dead?

“Hey stop you’re making me dizzy and you’re overthinking.That’s not gonna help us in anyway” He grabbed hold of my shoulders looking me in the eyes. “We should find out how far this has spread have you got your phone with you?”

I nodded frantically pulling it out of my pocket. I had texts and missed calls from everyone I knew including both my parents.

“Good. Now look for as much information on what is going on as you can. Answer everyone later we need to have an escape route and find a way out okay?” His voice was so calm and reassuring cutting through all the worst case scenarios playing in my head. “I’m Mark by the way” he held out his hand and I shook it.

“Y/n” I answered.

Suddenly all the lights turned off and the constant banging from across the door stopped. Everything stayed eerily silent until the lights came on again. Mark and I looked at each other understanding one another. They got confused in the dark and if we wanted to escape we’d have to escape next time we go through a tunnel.

“Mark it says here Busan has been marked as a safe haven and is the closest city to us” I showed him the article on my phone and he nodded scrolling through his.

“We go through a tunnel in 10 minutes then we have approximately 5 minutes to run from here to cabin C. It’s where all the others ran to stay safe.”

I gulped and nodded. This was our one shot and if we didn’t make it we’d probably die. We stood together counting  down the minutes and holding onto each other’s hand.

“You ready” he whispered.

“Mm-hmm”

“Okay now”

As if on cue the noise stopped and we slowly slid the door open. We tiptoed around the zombies closest to us and began running through cabin after cabin. I tripped over something on the floor and felt a hand grab onto my ankle. Before I could scream Mark kicked at it and helped me up. Time was running out and we still had one more cabin to run through. We got to the closed door and Mark knocked 3 times then twice. It opened slightly and the face of an older man appeared. He let us in and just as the train left the tunnel he closed the door, barricading it.

Mark and I stood panting, clinging onto each other. There were so many people watching us, from old men and women to tiny little babies and children.

“Busan is the safest place for us and it’s the next stop. We need to get off before we’re seen by those .. things” I said wondering if they had any plans of their owns. Everyone nodded and resumed what they had been doing earlier. They all seemed just as scared and lost as I felt.

I stayed in Mark’s arms until we reached our destination and left the train. We walked past  wounded corpses on the floor and crashed trains. This wasn’t what the Busan train station was meant to look like. I choked back tears as Mark reassuringly squeezed my hand and we made our way into Busan.

How hypocritical The Clexa Fandom is.

I know I will probably get hate for this, but I’m saying it.

The Clexa fandom uses anything negative about Bellarke to discredit them. Vice Versa, but they ignore the motives.

For an example, I’ve already seen hate on Bellamy for leaving Clarke behind in 4x13, but that was what Clarke wanted. She wouldn’t have wanted Bellamy to stay behind and die, along with her friends. She even said to not wait for her, but when Lexa left her behind in 2x15 she asked her not to. So if you are going to use this against Bellamy, you have to use it against Lexa to. Or not, and admit to being bias.

Secondly. The gun scene in 4x11. Clarke pulled the gun on Bellamy because she THOUGHT it was going to save the human race. She had a valid motive, and she couldn’t shoot. Just like she couldn’t kill Lexa in 3x03. And her motive for holding the knife to her throat was out of anger and revenge. She still didn’t do it. She cared for Lexa, she did love her. I’m not denying that, but you can’t use these things against Bellarke when similar things happened with Lexa, for (hate me all you want) worst motives.

And, lastly. I see Clexa shippers (not all, this doesn’t apply to all clexa shippers) use Bellarke’s argument in 3x05 against them. Saying he “emotionally abused her.” But how is Clarke calling Lexa a “B*tch”, spitting on her and threatening to kill her not emotional abuse? Also saying “Bellamy locked her up” in 3x05 makes them ‘toxic’, when he was trying to keep her safe. Keeping Clarke safe was the same reason why Lexa had Clarke kidnapped.

I am tired of how hypocritical the Clexa fandom is, especially when Bellarke has different motives than Clexa.

No ship is perfect, so just don’t use things against a ship when it could easily be used against yours as well.

And no, at first I didn’t hate Clexa. I thought they were fine, until I met the fandom.

And I’m not saying the Bellarke fandom is perfect either, but don’t act like you’re better than others. It annoying when I see people use these against Bellarke when it could be used against Clexa as well.

Good Day.

Raven knew he knew who she was.

It was obvious, the way his stare would linger on the back of her head as she walked by him in the halls. The way his sentences would simply cut off the moment she stepped into view, and he would let his words hang in silence until she walked away.

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