Summary: (College!AU) In which a walk with T’Challa makes you aware of some minor details that you missed.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 1,114
A/N: @the-loud-and-crazy-rabbit-pirate requested: “I would like to suggest what happened after Jealousy; like Reader telling T'challa Bucky’s reaction (cause he did say he would like to know what happened with the little stunt they pulled)”. This takes place between “Jealousy” and “Knight in Shining Armor”.
Seven Things About Supernatural: 12x12 - “Stuck In The Middle (With You)”
Okay, I joked about how concerned I was about having to write Thirty-Five Things About Supernatural because of the multiple PoV action, but now that I’ve seen the ep? Y’all, we’re all going to be writing about this for a decade. There is no way I can say everything I have to say in one post. Pressure = gone. Let’s do this.
Supernatural as a show excels at the Concept Episode – like, it’s literally a signature thing that the show does – but sweet cuppin’ cakes, this ep is on a par with some of the bigger things Robbie Thompson was doing before his departure. Davy Perez and Richard Speight Jr. fucking knocked my socks off so hard I no longer have socks. Some of that is the joyful lack of restraint in bringing the Tarantino cliches, but they’re also doing it with a solid, substantial bit of story that has implications up and down the timeline.
NEW LORE NEW LORE NEW LORE. And it’s the good stuff, too. The Princes of Hell are another Ancient Big Bad in the vein of Cain, but still recently active enough via Azazel that it’s not like, “HEY! SURPRISE!”
Plus, great shock factor for the characters AND the audience when Ramiel’s eyes go yellow.
Ramiel, like Azazel, appears in the Book of Enoch as a fallen angel. Dagon is mentioned in Biblical literature as a deity among the Philistines, and is attested as early as the Bronze age (for those of us Watching While Pagan). Asmodeus has a long pedigree as a demonic force – he’s a baddie in the Book of Tobit, for example – and is the only one of the four to also be among the seven classic Crown Princes of Hell in the Sixteenth Century stuff, which seems to be a frequent aesthetic influence on SPN generally.
This ep didn’t just leave the door open for Asmodeus and Dagon to join the party. It handed them an engraved invitation with Kelly Kline and the Winchesters’ names on it.
OKAY, BUT THE CROWLEY STUFF. For an episode that I mostly failed to realize before air was a Crowley episode, there is a ton of character stuff happening with him here.
Gaining the crown, for example, more or less at the pleasure of the Princes? It makes a lot of sense, and especially helps drive home how tenuous his position is. It also clarifies a little how he came to a position that he does not love in its particulars, but clings to because the only thing worse than having it is not having it.
Which, given that Ramiel just got Winchestered on his watch, is a real possibility if Dagon and Asmodeus decide to get involved. Which, given that Dagon is already interested in Kelly…well, there’s a reason Crowley wants the Colt back. He broke the OTHER tool he’d need to do the job to save Cas.
(Cas who is “not a friend.” Right, Crowley. Yeah, there’s strategic value in keeping him around and the Winchesters happy/in your debt, but with two angry Princes, breaking Michael’s Lance is basically gambling with your life, and you don’t do that for someone you don’t have some attachment to.)
We also see that he’s rebuilding his position in Hell, and is at least making some attempt to put right his humiliation at Lucifer’s hands by turning the tables. Which, given that this is Lucifer we’re talking about…well, I have concerns. Especially because Crowley’s luck rarely runs smooth.
But hey, Lucifer’s in a cage right now. That’s good, right? I mean, he’s probably not going to stay in there, because Lucifer is the dickest of dicks, and that whole Nephilim thing is going to come bite us all in the ass soon, but hey. I’ll take it.
So. Mary. Mary is in the process of learning (the hard way, and at great risk to herself and others) that Unilateral Choices Involving Secretive Deals With Douchebags is not the way to secure the greater good. In fact, she’s sort of finding herself in Cas’ position from back in S6. It’s a colossal breach of trust, which she struggles with in the final confrontation with Ramiel.
And, like Cas, she opts to press on in the belief that she can handle it, that her stab at this is going to be worth the hazard, that the ends are going to justify the means if she can hold out long enough.
So just in case anybody missed it:
A) Cas is family, both in Cas’ mind and on the Winchesters’ side. B) As in Sam and Dean won’t leave his side even though an Azazel-level baddie is getting ready to eject them from his barn. C) Mary even called him one of her boys. D) “I love you. I love all of you.”
Please excuse me while I weep openly.
Okay, but did any of us expect Wally to survive this episode? Because honestly, the lineup here was like a classic Star Trek away team, with four Named and Knowns accompanied by That Other Poor Bastard Who Isn’t Coming Home™.
Like, I took one look at the promo shots and was like, “there is no prayer circle big enough to save this man.”
Bonus Thing: I liked Mandy. A lot. She was snarky and she probably smelled delicious. But I do have questions about why Cas didn’t spot her as a demon in the cafe. I mean, I suppose it’s possible she’s not a meatsuit full-time, but it’s more usual for demons to stick around in the bodies they’ve claimed, and it makes a ton of sense for Crowley to have informants posted in the area around Ramiel’s farm so that he can help manage his end of the deal. But yeah, if there’s a complaint to be made about this episode, this is mine. Oh hey, never mind. The demon I mistook for Mandy is actually Ronnie, who is played by an entirely different person. Mandy probably still smells delicious, and not at all like sulfur.
Bonus Thing #2: OKAY BUT THE COLT. THE COLT IS BACK. THE COLT. THE COLT THE COLT THE COLT. So that’s neat. Question, though: what’s with the lighting in the box? Is the box illuminated? Is the lighting diegetic (i.e. a real thing in the story world) or are we just having Pulp Fiction fun? Time to tweet Davy Perez…
Baekhyun had gathered all of his members in the living room
first thing in the morning before anyone left for schedules. They had probably
all read the article by now but none of them mentioned it as he knocked on each
of their doors and asked them into the main room. He hadn’t exactly planned
what to say. Maybe he should have. Maybe he wouldn’t feel so nervous if he had
figured out how he wanted to explain this new part of his life to his brothers.
Still here he was, with eight faces staring up at him in
anticipation, about to tell them about the new people in his life that he would
happily take a bullet for.
Summary: Dean’s made his deal and the Reader is unhappy about it. Denial and a hefty dose of ignoring Dean seem to be her way of trying to fix her broken heart, but will it work?
Warnings: Language, angst, implied smut, Dean being a turd and the Reader deflecting his attempts to fix things.
A/N: This was a request from @waywardlullabies from literally 3,000 years ago that I am just now finishing. Thank you vacation for the stroke of inspiration and thank you insomnia for the time to write it. Based off the song End Credits by EDEN. If you haven’t checked out this little indie band you are FUCKING MISSING OUT. So do yourself a favor and listen before reading this. Or listen while reading. And after. And for the rest of your life. You’re welcome. Also, this is entirely third person. Which I’m liking.
Sun is blaring through the open windows, the spring air the perfect temperature. Everything should be perfect, and if someone were to be looking in from the outside, if someone were to bump into the handsome young man and pretty young girl in the sleek black car, they’d think it was. Because that’s what spring offers, a feeling of hope, new beginnings, new life.
Because I’m graduating in ten days and having some feelings
Ten days till graduation and Jack
should be happy. But he’s not.
In theory, everything is perfect.
He’s got a job lined up after he graduates, his dream job, playing in the NHL
with the Falconers. He found an apartment already, furnished and ready for him
as soon as graduation is over. All that’s left is packing up what few
belongings he has in the Haus and heading off to start his new life.
The future stretches ahead of him
like a highway, freshly paved and smooth and straight. Jack knows exactly what’s
going to happen, for once in his life he’s in control of his destiny. It should
calm him. But it doesn’t.
He takes a long look around his
room and sighs. He’s going to miss this place, this poorly-built Haus that’s
falling apart at the seams. It’s hardly a suitable place for anyone to live,
much less several full-grown hockey players, but it’s a home. It’s the first
home he ever found for himself.
Bittle is across the hall singing
some Beyonce song, or maybe it’s Rihanna or Taylor Swift. It all sounds the
same to Jack, although sometimes he guesses wrong on purpose just to see Bittle
laugh. Come to think of it, he does a lot of things just to see Bittle laugh.
Ten days till graduation and Jack
should be happy. But he’s in love, and he’s leaving. That’s how it goes, he
reminds himself. It’s time to move on from college and start a new life in the
NHL. But he knows that when he goes, he’ll leave most of his heart at Samwell
with the team, with Bittle.
Jack packs some of his books into
another box and wonders how he never realized this until now.
(this wasn’t a request sorry but i’m slowly trying to get back into the whole writing thing hhhh my bad, if you want i’ll do a V and Saeran edition)
would be so damn cheesy : he’d try every cliché lines, dates, moves and just about everything he’s seen in romantic movies
if you played video games with him, he’d try to do couple stuff in there : he’s Mario and you’re Peach in Mario Party; matching outfits in LOLOL, you’re always in the same team/guild when you play multiplayer, he’d name both your Pokemons with matching names
If he ever played a game where you can romance someone (like Mass Effect, Dragon Age, Fallout..) he’d avoid talking to any of the romanceable characters just bc he’d feel like he’d be cheating on you (lol nerd)
he takes cooking classes so he can be better at it and loves to make you a cute bento box for lunch
loves coffee dates and loves holding your hand even though he’s super shy about it
kinda shy with PDA but if he’s really happy, he’ll get super confident and will kiss you and hold your waist all the time
biggest cuddle bug you’ve ever seen : you’re working on something? he’ll find a way to sit behind you and wrap his arms around your waist. He’s playing LOLOL? He’ll ask you the second you enter the room if you can sit on his lap. You both just came home from college/work? He’ll drag you to his bed and cuddle until it’s time for dinner.
Loves pet names but he’s so embarrassed with them; he loves stupid names like cutie pie, my hero, my player 2, honey bunny (he’s so embarrasing jfc yoosung)
I mean he’s no better with pet names but he’s a bit more traditional (with babe, honey, darling) but if you do something cute or just if he’s in the mood to coddle you (which is very often) he’ll give you long and embarrassing names like ‘my fluffy cutie sweet beautiful adorable little cupcake’ it’s bad and it’s even worse that this man has no shame - he’ll say that in front of everyone good luck with him
he’s so dedicated and observant though. Doesn’t matter that he only sees you in the morning before going to work and at night when he comes home and you’re already sleeping - if something’s wrong or you don’t feel well, he’ll know. It’s like he has a radar and he just knows even if he’s away from you, when you’re not okay and he’ll do anything to help and cheer you up
he’s always so open about his feelings and how thankful he is to have you - not only will he never take you for granted but he’ll always make sure you know just how much you mean to him, how grateful he is for staying with him despite how his career isn’t making things easy for your relationship together
doesn’t matter if you’re in college or at work or even in another city or country - he’ll find a way to talk to you almost all day long - not necessarily in a clingy way (although he can be clingy if you let him) but he’ll check up on how your last class went, make sure you’ve had lunch (although he’d do what he can to always eat every meal together), call you when you both have a break, send you selfies when you’re at work
he loves suprising you : there’s a beautiful bouquet on your desk at work/home? that’s him. you’ve had a stressful week and you’re about to have a breakdown? let’s go on a date where it’s just the two of you and you don’t have to worry about anything or anyone. He has a lot of work and spends his time practicing? He’ll leave a bunch of sticky notes everywhere for you to find and he’ll write compliments, declarations of love, things to cheer you up and help you get through the day.
Not very open with PDA, she feels like it’s not proper and she’s not a fan of showing her love to strangers. she’d prefer walking close to each others rather than holding hands for example
since she loves baking, she always makes some stuff for you and she also makes you try all her new creations to know what to improve before she makes them available on her coffee shop’s menu
ahh and if you love coffee (and I hope you do if you’re with her) she makes the best cup and always prepares you one in the morning - she absolutely loves having breakfast together and wouldn’t mind waking up extra early just so you can both take your time and enjoy the moment before going to work
she’d always be there if you needed help with your work or making notes for school - she’s so organized and her way to make notes and color coding are on point
she’s not spontaneous and she hasn’t been in a relationship in a very long time so you need to take things step by step with her but with time she becomes a lot more open to you and while she’s not very good with voicing her feelings and thoughts, she’ll always make sure you know what her feelings for you are
she’s independent but she’s also been alone for a long time, she would want to start living together kinda early on in the relationship just because she wants to share as much as possible with you
she gets incredibly touched and flustered at random acts of affection because she is just not used to them and it means so much to her, even or actually, especially the little things : you made her breakfast? she’ll give you the brightest sleepy smile you’ve ever seen first thing in the morning. You saw something in a shop and it reminded you of her so you just bought it? doesn’t matter what it is, she’ll keep it with her at all times and smile every time she looks at it. You tell her how proud you are of her for following her dreams? she’ll be in tears in less than two seconds
you’d think this man would be proper and distinguished and what not but no. When he’s with you, he’s like a giddy teenager who just looks at you with so much love in his eyes that it terrifies anyone who knows Jumin Han the Robot Man.
you’ve got him wrapped around your finger and you don’t even need to do anything about it. You just have to exist and bam, he’s 100% smitten with you. You can ask him anything and he’ll get/do it for you. Ofc, it makes more sense for him to show you his love through material stuff like expensive clothes, jewelry and fancy trips to the best spa in the world; if you didn’t want him to spend his money on you then too bad because he’ll buy you stuff anyways, he just can’t help it, it makes him so happy to buy you stuff – but with time, he’ll learn how words alone can affect him and you.
He’ll feel so wonderful when you tell him that you love him and just if you tell him your feelings - it won’t take long for him to do the same bc he wants you to feel as happy as him - and he has a way with words + no shame so good luck trying to survive this combo bc the fluff this man brings will be the death of you
he loves to show you off, he just needs the whole world to know how perfect you are and he’s pretty handsy too - he’s never felt the need to be so close to someone both physically and in a relationship so it’s pretty overwhelming for him and if you give him the okay then he won’t see the point in holding back - he doesn’t care about what the others say, as long as you’re fine with him holding you, kissing you, nuzzling into your neck and resting his forehead against yours in front of everybody (be it at the office, in the street or in a super important party with fancy people from all over the world) that’s all he needs
you know, he’s kinda rivaling with Yoosung on the #1 RFA’s cuddle bug bc he absolutely loves holding you and there’s nothing better in the world for him than waking up with you in his arms, still sleeping with your face hiding in his chest
he’s still shit with taking pictures and it’s a shame bc he’s become a selfie slut (watch out Zen, a new challenger has arrived) but, he only takes selfies with you
and he download more or less every single app that lets him add stupid filters to your faces so you can have kitty whiskers or flower crowns and what not
despite how busy he always is, he always tries to see you in the morning and makes it a point to come home for dinner - doesn’t matter if he has to bring home five full folders from the office and work at home - dinner time with his love is important and he won’t miss it
707 (i don’t know how to write him so it’s gonna be bad sorry)
it’s gonna be a rollercoaster of emotions with him so I hope you’re patient with his shit bc he’ll still have his emo days where he just wants to be alone with his deep dark edgy feelings so yeah you deal with that
most of the time though, he’ll just goof around, prank you H24, try to make you two become a meme
he has 0 domestic skills so hahhh I hope you do. either that or you’re fine with living in a constant mess and eating junk food all the time - you’ll either have to be like his caretaker or his partner in crime (or both if you can manage)
he doesn’t take most things very seriously though and making you smile and laugh is his number one priority so there’s that
he’s more or less a walking wikipedia + urban dictionary so if you need anything for an essay you’re writing just ask him - he’s full of knowledge - both accurate infos and random useless trivia
he’ll take you on every single date possible and once he’s done them all, he’ll invent new ones. The classics will be going to the arcade and getting the highest score on every single game or going to a lasertag or paintball and teaming up to be the winning team every time. He always gets so into it and you’ll both have code names like 'God 1, this is God 2, I have the enemy team in my sight do you copy?’ and if it’s a game where only one person can win, he’ll make you shoot him and be all dramatic about it
for the more original ones, he’ll make the both of you dress up and wear wigs and pretend to be other people with other identities; like you’ll slip in weddings and pretend to be distant family of the bride while you stuff your face with the food there
he’ll make a bunch of stuff for you like he’ll make an app where there’s a 2D version of him and you can poke him to get voice lines, pet him and he’ll say “nya”, you can dress him up and you have interactions with him with dialogues choices (like in MM, how meta)
time to go! Otherwise you’ll miss the game!” your mom shouted from down the
stairs. Your boyfriend had an important basketball game and you had to be
there. Your Boyfriend was the tall and handsome Zachary Dempsey, number one star
player of the basketball team. Zach trained almost every day in the school’s
gym, he was very determined when it came to basketball.
You put on
your converse and make your way down school. You were wearing one of Zach’s old
basketball shirts. He loved it when you wore those, he liked the idea of
everybody knowing you were his. It was 10 minutes before the game begun so you
ran to the gym almost tripping over a stupid stone. You found your friends on
the bleachers already shouting at the team.
“ Hey guys!”
“ You made
it! Zach asked us 5 times where you were, I think he was close to having a panic
attack.” Clay told you
at your boyfriend a threw him a kiss so he knew everything was alright. It just
took you so long because tonight was a big game. If our team won they won the
championship and you were planning a special night with your boy if he played
good, and if they won of course. You did your hair, put on a little extra
make-up and last but not least you were wearing a new lace bodysuit.
point after point after point, he really was on fire today. You were supporting
your boyfriend more than anyone.
BABE, DO IT”
won, we’re champions! Everybody ran on the field celebrating with the players,
you were searching for Zach in the crowd when you suddenly got picked up an
won, I was on fire!” he screamed while putting you back on the ground and
kissing you passionately immediately after. “And you look incredible tonight,
is that special for me?” he said with a wink
so good Z, I’m so happy for you! But go shower cause your sweating is out of
He gave you
a last kiss and went to the showers as you told him.
waiting outside the boys locker room. Zach came out and picked you up again
kissing you. “So babe what do you want
to do right now?”
you played so well I have a little surprise for you, but you have to put me
you on the ground, right in the moment you wanted to show him a piece of the
lace covering your body you were interrupted by Bryce Walker
“Hey guys! Party
at my place to celebrate the championship”
immediately “We’ll be there!”
up at Zach “Oh are we?”
confused. “You always love parties, I didn’t think it was a problem”
You got on
your toes, mostly because Zach was pretty tall, and whispered in his ear:
babygirl is wearing brand new lacy underwear for her starplayer, to give him a
treat tonight but a party is fine, I guess.”
at you with big eyes, and started looking around. He pulled you with him to an
empty classroom and started kissing you, one hand on your butt, one hand under
your shirt, feeling the lace. He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around
his waist. He started kissing your neck.
me crazy babygirl, the shirt and the lace i can’t resist you like that” Zach
whispered in your ear.
away. “Well I guess you have too because we have a party to go to, I’ll see you
in 5 at your car, so you have time to let that bulge go away.” You said with a
y/n don’t tease me like that!”
daddy.” You said while leaving the room hearing Zach sigh.
Zach arrived at the car 5 minutes later. “Never ever do that again y/n” he said
sure you don’t just want to go home?” Zach askes when you arrived at the party.
him a sweet smile and start walking to Bryce’s house.
cups of vodka you started to get light in your head and you started to search
for your boyfriend.
You saw him
standing with his friend, it seemed like they had a serious conversation so you
decided to listen for a while.
“It was a
lace bodysuit dude, lace, black lace. I
have no idea how to control this girl, she can make want her in less than a
second, no one had that effect on me ever before.”
talking about you, even tho you didn’t like the thought of Bryce knowing what
you were wearing he said some positive things.
so hot, how can you even stand here like you don’t want to pin her down.” Bryce
You felt a
little disgusted by Bryce saying that so you felt like it was time to intervene.
on his back and hugged him thightly. “Hey babe, I already started to miss you.”
You saw all
the guys scanning your body but you just ignored it.
you into your treat? Bryce must have some empty rooms” you whispered in his
Zach just started to walk into Bryce’s house with you on his back. This night
was going to be great, and you were so happy with the things you heard him say
about you so you decided you were going to treat your boy extra good tonight.
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imagine on Valentine's Day,,aka Derek Malik Nurse's (loml) birthday, and everyone is super focused on their SO (Derek isn't mad, he's used to it) he goes the whole day thinking everyone forgot until he gets invited over to the haus for team dinner and is surprised w a birthday party, and this boy is so overwhelmed he's like lowkey almost in tears. he asks who planned it and everyone looks at dex, who had the date circled w hearts all year. This is pre-relationship but they're Screwed
this is the cutest prompt ever and it jumped right to the top of my list ooops hehe. this starts off kind of boring because nursey’s day also starts off boring, so stick in there lmao. i liked writing this a lot, so enjoy!
Emma sighed of relief when she finally walked into her home.
Not that it was a hard day. Hell, it was simple, easy, and normal, given where
they were. All she did was take Henry to school with Regina, paperwork and
patrol, and break up a small argument between two dwarves during her lunch
break at Granny’s. It had only been a few days, almost a week since they
defeated the Black Fairy, and broke her curse. She was reunited with her
family, her husband.
It felt good to say that, Emma thought. After everything,
she and Killian had bene in almost complete bliss. It felt like they were on a
honeymoon without being on an actual honeymoon. Though, they did take a night
to themselves on the Jolly Roger, sailed out to the harbor and had the wedding
night they were deprived of. But that was a week ago, and things had to go back
to normal at some point. Storybrooke needed their sheriff, unfortunately.
As soon as she stepped into the house, she was greeted by
the soothing sight of her husband sitting on the couch, reading. His back was
to her, and he must’ve been too invested in his novel to hear her enter. She
smiled as she very quietly pushed the door closed and tip-toed across the room
to where he sat. He was settled on the end the couch, his hook resting on the
arm of the couch, and the book he was reading in his hand, on his lap. It was
smaller, something probably about the sea.
They say there is no greater pain in life, no greater loss one can feel, than that of a child. To lose a parent is eventual and inevitable. To lose a loved one is tragic, but tolerable. To lose a friend is heartbreaking, but the ability to move on is still there.
But not with a child.
Parents always presume their children will be the ones burying them, not the other way around. Children are brought into this world as a blank slate, a new face, a continuation of their parents’ legacy. And when that new fire of life is snuffed out far before its time, there’s no coming back from that. Marriages seldom stay together. Husbands and wives find themselves unable to be around each other. If they couldn’t even protect their child, what business did they have pretending they could still be happy together?
Forty-seven minutes. That’s how long it had been. For forty-seven minutes, you held her in your arms, feeling her skin growing colder, hearing her tiny heartbeat growing fainter, listening as her short breaths slowly faded away. For forty-seven minutes, you were the perfect family: you, your husband, your child. For forty-seven minutes, you’d been everything you’d ever wanted to be in life: a mother.
And when that forty-seven minutes was up, they took her away from you. They wrenched her from your arms, apologizing over and over again, saying that continuing to see her like that would only make things worse. What did they know? How dare they speak to you like they even knew? How dare they take your child away from you before you even had a chance to truly appreciate her beauty? You didn’t care that she had been gone almost from the moment she came out of you. You didn’t care about the psychological damage that could occur from continuing to hold her lifeless body in your arms. She was your daughter. And all you wanted was time with her. Because now she was gone forever. And you would never get that time back.
In the days following your return from the hospital, you had been like a ghost in your own house. Not eating. Not sleeping. Not engaging in conversation with your husband. Not even really existing. You were just…there. On the days when you actually found the strength to get out of bed, you wandered aimlessly from room to room, each one bringing more pain than the last.
First there was the living room, where you had sat nearly nine months ago, anxious but excited, as you waited for Spencer to come home from work, the positive pregnancy test in your hands. Or the kitchen, where your crazy food cravings refused to let you sleep, and you and Spencer had stayed up all night eating ice cream and coming up with the most ridiculous-sounding names for your little nugget (Makierity Sixty-Four was your personal favorite). Or your bedroom, where you had felt the baby kick for the first time, and Spencer had actually started crying as he proclaimed that he’d never been so happy in his entire life. Or the nursery, where the two of you had spent hours trying to put together the impossible-to-build crib only to have Morgan come by and assemble the damn thing in less than twenty minutes.
All of it, all of those beautiful memories, all of the good and the pure associated with those rooms, all of it was gone now.
But that wasn’t as heart-wrenching as the guilt that piled up in the pit of your stomach any time you looked into Spencer’s eyes. You had always hoped that your child would get his eyes. So bright and beautiful. They always had made you feel like you were the only person in a crowded room when he looked at you with them. They were gentle eyes full of love and compassion, both traits that Spencer had in abundance. You had always loved how they would soften when he would talk to the baby at night, filling its head with all kinds of wonderful stories and mind-blowing statistics. If he wasn’t careful, you would have another little genius on your hands.
But now, those eyes appeared lost and dazed. The hope in them had burned out. Now when you looked into them (something you found yourself doing less and less of as of late), you couldn’t help but feel that there was something else lurking behind the dark irises. Something past the pain and the heartache. And it was with this observation that you began to question: Does he blame me for what happened?
Now you knew Spencer would never say anything of the sort to you. After all, he’d been doing everything in his power to try to bring you out of your slump, even though you could tell it was taking everything in him not to fall apart completely. He’d had members of his team come by to try and cheer you up. JJ informed you that she, too, had suffered a miscarriage, and Hotch you knew had lost his wife to a serial killer. And while both of those were tragic in and of themselves, neither of them could truly understand the pain you experienced carrying someone inside of you for nine months only to lose them moments after bringing them into this world.
Forty-seven minutes. That’s all the protection you could provide her. Forty-seven fucking minutes.
He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve to be stuck in a house with someone who had taken away the one thing he wanted most. You knew early on that Spencer wanted to be a dad. You saw how much he loved and adored his godson Henry, and you wanted nothing more than the chance to give that to him. He deserved some bit of happiness to counteract with all the trauma he had endured in his life (you didn’t know all of it, but you knew enough to know that boy had suffered enough sadness to last him a lifetime).
But you couldn’t even do that. And that’s why you had to leave.
You waited until Spencer had left for work. He only recently started going back, and you were glad that he would have something to help distract him from everything that had been going on. Maybe with luck, he’d have a case which would permit him to be gone for a few days, giving you both time to clear your heads. Maybe when he came home and found you weren’t there, maybe you would both realize this was for the better. After all, why keep around someone who’s only going to cause you grief?
Leaving behind nothing but a hastily scribbled note stating that you were fine and that it would be in his best interest not to come looking for you, you set out. Where were you going? What was your plan? If you ever did plan to return, when would that be? All these were questions you hoped to answer while you were gone.
However, that was three days ago. And now you were currently sitting in a motel about twenty miles out of DC with no plans of where to go and what your endgame was. Your phone had been ringing so much that you finally turned the damn thing off, unable to listen to it anymore. Maybe thirty missed calls would give Spencer the hint that you didn’t want to talk to anyone. You just wanted to be alone. Alone to stew in your thoughts.
But after three days of drinking yourself nearly into a coma in this stuffy, ratty motel room, you couldn’t stand the isolation anymore. You needed to get out and go somewhere. Anywhere. Anyplace that had people. People who didn’t know you. People who would look at you with something other than sadness and pity. A place where you could start over and forget about the pain you had caused back home in Virginia.
As you loaded your bags into the back of the car and debated for a moment whether or not you should bother turning your phone back on, you heard a sudden beep coming from the glove box. There was only one thing in there that would be beeping like that, but there’s no way it was activated. You never gave that number out. There’s no way anyone would have called it…
You slowly reached over and opened the glove box, pulling out the old flip phone nestled underneath old receipts, insurance papers, and other random brochures you and Spencer had accumulated over the years. For the past few years, you had kept a separate phone in your car in case of emergencies only. You’d heard enough horror stories from Spencer about bad things happening to people stuck on the side of the road with a dead car battery and, even worse, a dead phone battery. Not wanting to ever find yourself in that situation, you always made sure to have your back up phone charged just in case the time called for it.
But you never gave the number out. You doubted Spencer even knew you had it. Not that you didn’t trust him, but you felt that the less people knew about it, the less chance there was of it ever going missing or being stolen. And yet, here it was, beeping up at you, flashing the message “1 New Voicemail.”
Probably just a wrong number, you thought to yourself. Someone calling looking for someone else. Or a telemarketer trying to sell me something. It’s nothing. I should just delete it.
But as your finger hovered over the ‘Delete’ button, curiosity got the best of you. Might as well see what this mystery caller wanted right? You’d had barely any human contact for the past three days. Might be nice to hear another voice.
However, as you hit the play button and brought the phone to your ear, your jaw instantly dropped and tears formed in your eyes as you heard your husband’s voice come through the speaker, sounding pained and choked with emotion.
“Y/N? I…I hope this is you. I had Garcia do some digging and she found this number registered in your name. Your maiden name. I take it you’ve had it for a while then. I figured it must be for emergencies or something, but that doesn’t matter right now. I just need you to hear me. I just need to tell you that…I miss you. I miss you so much. And also to tell you that…I understand why you left.
“I know everyone can say that they understand your pain and that they know what you’re going through, but they don’t. No one truly understands your pain like you do. Even I don’t, and I hate that I don’t. I saw the hurt in your eyes every time you looked at me. And I hated that I couldn’t take it away. I hated that you were in so much pain, and that I couldn’t fix it. Believe me, I wish that our lives had turned out the way we wanted. You, me, our daughter. One happy family.
“But maybe that wasn’t what our life was meant to be. I know it’s hard to hear it, sweetheart, but sometimes that’s how things go. What’s most important to know is that this wasn’t your fault. No part of this was your fault. And if that’s what you’re afraid of, I want to assure you that I don’t blame you, Y/N. I never blamed you, and I never will blame you. What you gave me was the most beautiful thing anyone could ever ask for. It may have been brief, but it was perfect. That moment…those few minutes with our daughter…they were perfect.
“And maybe one day we’ll get that moment back. Maybe one day we’ll get to try again. But even if we don’t, that’s okay too. Because if this whole situation has taught me anything, it’s that I don’t want to spend another minute of my life without you. All I really need to be truly happy is you. And though it may seem like this ache will never go away, I promise you it will. I promise that I will never stop loving you, and I promise that we can get through this. Together.
“Please, Y/N. If this is you and you’re out there, come home. Please. Come back home to me. I have nothing in my life if I don’t have you. I love you so much, and I want to help make this right. If you get this, if you’re listening…remember that I love you. Always have, always will.”
The message ended, but you hardly noticed as you sunk forward in your seat, your face buried in your hands, as sobs wracked your body. You always knew that Spencer had loved you unconditionally, but to hear it all laid out there like that…you couldn’t understand why you even left in the first place. How could you have left someone like that? How could you have believed a man like that would ever blame you for something you both knew deep down wasn’t truly your fault? How could you even be considering leaving behind the best thing to ever happen to you?
When you had lost your daughter, you thought your life was over. You thought there was no way either of you could ever come back from this. But you had evidently severely underestimated your husband and all the good he truly had to offer you. He didn’t blame you. He wasn’t angry about what happened. All he wanted was you, back in his arms, safely. Who were you to deny him that? Who were you to walk away from a love like that?
You glanced down at the glittering band on your left hand. You’d always said that you would never give your heart away to just anyone. It had to be someone truly special. Someone who would never hurt you like you’d been hurt in the past. And you knew, five years ago, when Spencer had slipped that band over your finger, when he had made that promise to love you for better or for worse, you always assumed he would mean it. And now this was it. This was the proof you needed. For better or for worse. That’s what you had told each other.
It took some time to calm yourself down, but once your crying had stopped, you found your mind to be clear. You knew what you had to do now. This self-destruction was getting nowhere. You knew the healing process was going to be long and it was going to be hard. But you also knew that with your sweet, loving husband by your side, there was nothing you two couldn’t overcome, so long as you overcame it together.
It was late when you finally pulled into the driveway. You half-expected Spencer to be asleep, or maybe even still at work. You knew how he had a tendency to stay late when his head was too full and he wasn’t ready to face home. However, to your surprise, as you got out of the car, the porch light suddenly flicked on. Seconds later, the front door creaked open, and there he stood, looking about as disheveled as you (clearly neither of you had been doing a lot of sleeping lately). But as you stepped closer, you saw it: for the first time since this all happened, his eyes lit up at the sight of you. As if nothing brought him more joy than the sight of you right here, right now.
“Y/N…” he whispered, as if he couldn’t believe you were really here. You opened your mouth to respond, but found yourself unable, and instead fell gratefully into his welcoming arms. And as he held you tightly, nuzzling his head into your neck, as you sobbed on his shoulder, clinging to him for dear life, you realized that this was truly where you belonged. Things would get better in the end, so long as you had Spencer.
It may have taken forty-seven minutes for you to lose your child, but it only took about forty-seven seconds for you to realize that not all had been truly lost in the world.
A lot more new and updated compared to the last one!
Writing is not ranked from newest to oldest. Also categorized by the 5sos boy. I suddenly got disappointed and lazy on myself so yup, shitty me started on Lego Blocks. So please do expect some pieces that don’t have descriptions and are not categorized by the time they were posted.
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Last updated : November 26, 2016
“You promise?” - Ashton worries about he’ll end up just like his father in terms of being a father so you assure him he’s not.
Eighth Month - how Ashton reacts, especially when you’re on your eighth month of pregnancy.
Ashton’s slowly getting irritated since his girlfriend Y/N has already developed a habit of saying sorry way too much.
Ours - “How long would you keep doing this? Never letting go of our daughter?” You playfully asked.
Park Dates - Daddy Ashton forgets to take his daughter in a park date for the second time in a row.
Facade - behind Ashton’s facade of portraying to be a really happy person, is a dull life that only you, as his psychiatrist and the boys would know about. *slight trigger warning*
Long Way Home - Ashton takes the long way home in hopes of fixing his relationshi with you before he drops you off to your old flat, one last time.
Art Student!Ashton - he’s falling apart and it’s his fault.
Cool, right? - Calum’s idea of a family day which kinda turns out as a flop.
Eighth Month - how Calum reacts, especially when you’re on your eighth month of pregnancy.
Insomnia - you have insomnia and forgot to pack your medicine, causing the boys to have a competition on who can make you go to sleep first.
Baby Bump - Calum just really loves perching his hands up your baby bump.
nicotine - based from P!ATD’S song, ‘Nicotine’.
Talk to Me - Calum forgets to go on the date you were really looking forward to since he was drinking beers at Luke’s apartment.
Art Major!Calum - you helped Calum on boosting up his calligraphy skills since he sucks at it and one thing leads to another.
Not Now, Not Ever - Calum suddenly sobers up from his drunken state at the mention of you stating that you’re officially done with his antics.
Late - different writing style I was experimenting with.
“I have no energy to even talk to you.” - Calum cheats.
Good Luck Charm - you’re Calum’s good luck charm.
Masterpiece - Calum does something for your birthday which involves you being the masterpiece.
Weakling - both you and Michael decided to annoy Calum and Ashton at thr gym because why not?
Sweater Paws - he does this thing.
Cooties - he’s really shy around you that it’s like you have them.
Pregnant- slight trigger warning!
Monster- trigger warning!
Broken - he takes his wife which is you, for granted.
Flowers- he stops on giving them, which leads to something else.
History - he was a complete idiot.
Petty - Calum’s petty.
Body Language- “Just know that I do love you.”
Buzzcut- Calum would get a portion of his hair shaved until it ends up as a buzzcut for every insecurity you would point out. *trigger warning*
Missing- “Hey PA.”
“I’m okay.” -
Calum and Y/N hate each other and Calum takes it too far by blaming Y/N for everything bad in the world during a fight.
Here - *trigger warning*
Here- Calum hates timezones.
plus-sized piece of writing that lives up to its label and shouldn’t be overlooked.
Night! - an upgrade of Period, the request I got for Luke.
Holiday - he’s nervous as fuck.
Late - he left, without a doubt nor an explanation.
Continue - his original plan.
Long Night - song pref.
“Suits you well.” - literally.
“That smells like me.” - stolen shirts.
“No.” - less talk, more sleeping.
Eighth Month - how Luke reacts, especially when you’re on your eighth month of pregnancy.
Okay Then - trigger warning!
Daddy’s Little Princess - Luke lashes out onto his daughter, causing her to cry and make him feel like a shit father.
Twins - You and Luke are twins, and you’re disappointed that he won’t be able to attend to your graduation, but then, he still goes to it nonetheless.
Princess - Luke lashes out and starts a fight with you since you forgot to wash his plaid shirt since you have a fever.
Sneeze - You and your family visits the Hemmings household for the tradition of having dinners in each others’ houses. Luke puts something in a dish that triggers your allergy, and one thing leads to another.
Disneyland - slight smut!
Pregnancy Duties - Luke is sure as hell prepared to be a father.
“I sure as hell won’t.” - Luke refuses to say goodbye and let go of you.
Silent Treatments - Luke hates silent treatments.
“This time, I mean it.” - “By that, you’re hurt.”
“Are these enough?” - “Take care of you, of course. No question ‘bout that love.”
Outcast - you’re the outcast of the school but that was bound to change with Luke striking up a conversation with you.
Crazy - slight smut!
Family - “Welcome to the family.”
Period - you get it unexpectedly while you sleep over at Luke’s, leading into something a little awkward but unforgettable.
Jealous - Luke’s jealous because you’re management team decides on making you fake-date a guy, which is not him.
So Damn Cute - slight smut!
Good Enough - “If I’m not good enough for my own fucking dad Luke, if I cna’t be enough for the one man that was supposed to protect me no matter what, then I will never be enough for you, or enough to make you stay. *somehow triggering*
Mornings - you hate waking up in the mornings without Luke by your side so you throw a little tantrum about it while you’re in the process of convincing him to stay at home.
Cuddles - FIRST EVER PIECE OF MY WRITING THAT I POSTED HERE :))))
Waste The Night - An unplanned trip a year ago was basically what made you and Luke a couple, and for fucks sake, Luke prayed that it won’t end here too.”
Tired - He smirked, “Husband material, don’t mention it. I already know.”
Powder Power - “Just so you know, Lexie told me that I have the powder power.”
Permanent - “You got a tattoo for me?”
Hold On - you start losing people that are very dear to you, loved one after loved one, and you’re afraid that Luke might be too.
Famous Last Words - Luke’s struggling to fulfill his part in his relationship with you while you pretend to not notice until a misunderstanding happens, which may mend what the of you are now.
“Please tell me this isn’t goodbye.” - “I almost thought I actually lost you.”
Surprise - it’s your birthday.
End Of It - fluff in where your husband of more than thirty years, which is Luke, finds your old wedding dress.
The Nice Guy - Luke has a massive crush on you so he constantly goes to the restaurant you’re working in while you deny your feelings for him, but you jealousy prevails when he brings his ‘girlfriend’ for a PR stunt.
Good - Luke makes a way.
Eighth Month - how Michael reacts, especially when you’re on your eighth month of pregnancy.
Get Scared - Michael thought you were the shy and girly girlfriend which he was then proved wrong later on.
Snorlax - Michael uses Pokemon GO as a valid and a legit reason to barge into your house and confess his feelings for you.
Sex Tape - The boys accidentally find the sex tape you and Michael recorded.
Target - Michael bribes his and your daughter, Elle, with ice cream to not tell you that his daddy lost her in Target, which she adorably failed doing so.
Four A.M. - the first chapter of this fanfic that I originally posted in wattpad.
Mr. Toddles - Your fish that’s very dear to you dies, causing you to cry and Michael misunderstands it as something else.
Lego Blocks - Ex-boyfriend!Michael
Ex-boyfriend!Mikey is in L.A and forgets his keys to his flat in another country, he goes to Y/N, his ex-girlfriend in hopes since she has spare keys.
Enthusiasm - Michael lacks the enthusiasm Y/N deserves every time he’s with her.
Sexually Frustrated - smut!
Bracelets - one of my favorites. Trigger warning!
“I don’t want her to grow up just yet.” - he really doesn’t want his and yours baby girl too.
His First Fucking Word - “This is a fucking weird family.”
Anytime - you need comfort, Michael supplies.
Brother - “You are so dead. I’m gonna tell mom.”
Together - you’re falling for the person you hate.
“You’re making me love you more.” - Michael adores you.
Pause - inspired by Marshall and Lily from How I Met Your Mother.
“That’s today?” - he forgets your birthday.
“Commitment, bitch.”- Michael carries around his and yours baby girl, carrying her diaper bag and grinning with you. He then completely shuts off someone who made a rude remark about it.
Stellar - Michael adores kids.
Viridian Green - unknown to the public’s eye is how Michael truly is once he’s inside these four walls that he considers as home.
Own You - Michael proves to you that your dyslexia doesn’t own you.
“They reminded me of you.” - tour is finally over.
Maybe - you and Michael are exes, warming up to each other slowly but surely to cope up with the fact that you’re his P.A. And maybe,it was bound to change just because of what he said.
“I’m open to the possibility.” - that you don’t love me anymore.
Meant To Be - literally hours before your wedded to Michael.
michael as a dad would include
michael giving hugs
whatever you do, don’t try to imagine michael…
giving michael the silent treatment
luke annoying you
fights with michael
imagine Michael groaning out
“It was supposed to be cool.”
Ashton as a dad
ok but imagine this concept
a couple of seconds
after having a fight with calum
“Don’t you even dare.”
daddy ashton in the sidelines
calum as a dad
hugging a tired calum
drunk of his ass calum
nights with luke
michael as a dad
stuttering wedding vows
different calum faces
Happy Birthday, Luke! ¾
Happy Birthday, Luke! 2/4
Happy Birthday, Luke! ¼
really happy michael
as per requested
malum lives on forever
fluff, i like that shit
really happy luke makes me really happy
this makes me so happy
happy birthday michael
happy birthday michael 2/3
happy birthday michael 3/3
when you know you’ve been right all along
1. “You don’t know how long I waited for you to burst in those doors and tell that you love me again.” c a l m
2. “She’s beautiful.” c a l m
3. “Fuck you.” c a l m
4. “I wrote a song. And it’s for you.” c a l m
5. “Just please. Just this once. Let me in again in those walls of yours.” c a l m
6. Love Me or Leave Me c a l m
7. “I’ve grown used to it.” c a l m
8. “It got stuck.” c a l m
9. “Fuck, that’s hot.” c a l m
10. “I can’t help it.” c a l m
11. Always c a l m
12. “I don’t know what would happen to me if you leave. But I can assure you that I’m not going be the same once you do it.” c a l m
13. “Hey. Wake up.” c a l m
14. “Don’t make me say it.” c a l m
15. The End c a l m
16. “You made me a promise, daddy. And you broke it.” c a l m
17. “I’m afraid I can’t do that baby girl.” c a l m
18. “Shut up.” c a l m
19. “Sing me to sleep?” c a l m
20. “I’m tired.” c a l m
21. “No matter how much you shut me out, I still love you. And I can’t deny it.” c a l m
22. “Oh my god.” c a l m
23. “I know just the thing, baby.” c a l m
24. “You’re killing me when you do that.”
c a l m
25. “What the hell are you doing here?”
c a l m
26. “No. No. And another fucking no.”
c a l m
c a l m
c a l m
29. “She has your eyes.”
c a l m
30. “This is so sappy I want to cry and kill you at the same time.”
c a l m
31. “Rubber gloves are just underrated condoms.”
c a l m
32. I Miss You
c a l m
33. “Sup homeboy.”
c a l m
34. “Is that my shirt that you’re wearing?”
c a l m
35. “Woah. T-that’s hot.”
c a l m
36. “You should wear my snapbacks more.”
c a l m
37. “Stop saying that.”
c a l m
38. “It’s funny. Seeing you again here. Same time, same place.”
c a l m
39. “Trust me, I tried my best.”
c a l m
40. Inside Out
c a l m
41. “It’s so fluffy. I need to stab someone to be punk rock I guess.”
c a l m
42. “Boo-hoo little bitch.”
c a l m
43. “I made a playlist. And all of the songs reminded me of you.”
c a l m
44. “That’s one hell of a good looking pilot.”
c a l m
45. “You can never be her.”
c a l m
46. “I’m glad you don’t wear that shit.”
c a l m
47. “I don’t want to say goodbye. And I never will.”
c a l m
c a l m
49. “I notice the little things about you. And they make a shit ton of difference.”
c a l m
50. “Were you just jerking off?
c a l m
don’t make this a flop
Are these what you call recs?
@im-cool-ask-my-mom (main blog that I barely use, follows and likes come from here)
(don’t even bother finding the other seven)
I’ll redo and probably continue these ones when I sort out everything, promise.
Tattoo Artist!Michael - masterlist
CEO!Calum - masterlist
Gang Leader!Ashton - masterlist
Divorced!Luke - masterlist
Prince!Luke - masterlist
Stupidly in Love - masterlist
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Zayn Malik’s eyelashes are epic. They ought to have their own Twitter account, like Cara Delevingne’s eyebrows. They are long, matt and untouched by mascara, as I can report with authority from my seat next to this delicately beautiful man on a sofa in a cavernous photo studio just outside Paris. He appeared on set half an hour early and full of enthusiasm (“This coat is sick, man, I love the tailoring”) and pursued, as ever, by paparazzi who had followed him from his hotel, the Four Seasons George V, where he and Gigi Hadid are slumming it during Paris fashion week.
“Zigi” are the pop/fashion power couple of the moment. She has just appeared on her 19th Vogue cover, the inaugural Vogue Arabia (a nod to her father’s Palestinian heritage); he is currently finishing his second solo album and was in the recording studio till 5am this morning. The stakes are high because his first solo single, Pillowtalk, was No 1 in 68 countries. But after his years in One Direction, slogging away at the coalface of teeny pop, he is now his own man and enjoying it. Does he consider Paris fashion week, which he’s ostensibly here for (he sat front row at Balmain to watch Gigi walk), work or pleasure? “I don’t see any difference. I do my work and I have fun while I’m doing it.”
He flew to Paris to surprise Gigi as a romantic gesture. “She didn’t know I was coming,” he says. “I went up to the suite to knock on the door…” Pretending to be room service? “Exactly. But my number had changed to European on her phone, so it wasn’t much of a surprise in the end. She played along with it, though.” Ah, Gigi, such a good sport. “It’s been amazing spending time here with my girlfriend,” he says. “The food is always great here. Steak and mashed potatoes.” Living in LA, he’s missed the carbs. “In LA, you get your fresh fruit and your kale smoothies, but you don’t get yer potatoes.”
He hasn’t lost his Bradford accent, and it makes everything he says sound droll and unpretentious. “Bit raunchy, bit romantic, Titanic-like,” is how he gruffly describes his Fifty Shades Darker song with Taylor Swift, I Don’t Wanna Live Forever, currently in the charts. He grew up in East Bowling, where his mum, Trisha, who is Anglo-Irish, worked as a school chef, while his British-Pakistani dad, Yaser, stayed at home looking after the four children. Has he taken Gigi home yet? “I’ve never took her to Bradford, not yet. She’s met my family in London a few times, though.”
After he left One Direction in March 2015, breaking a million teenage hearts and ending a hugely lucrative mini industry (the band is now on hiatus), he lived at the Beverly Hills Hotel for six months, eating room-service chicken wings, feeling the vibes of all the musicians who had to stay at the hotel, such as Frank Sinatra, and doodling lyrics for his solo album, Mind of Mine, on the headed notepaper. Then he bought a home in Bel Air. “Gigi’s been living with me this past year,” he says. I notice that he pronounces “Gigi” not as a Gallic caress, but like a northerner going to the races: Gee-Gee. “I call her Gee, she calls me Zee,” he says. “There’s some other nicknames too, but I’ll keep those private.” He smiles.
They’re a hugely visible couple, who have been together since late 2015, and play out their love affair in fashion magazine shoots and the sexy video they filmed together for Pillowtalk — in which Zayn sings a passionate chorus that “f****** and fighting on is our paradise and it’s our war zone”. Why a war zone? “I don’t actually mean it’s a war zone,” he says slowly. “It’s a… metaphor for different things.” I pull a face. Zayn. I think we can do a little better than that. He takes the hint, draws breath and digs a bit deeper. “Love hurts,” he says. “Love is hard. Maybe my experiences of love up to writing that album were new and hard.”
He was previously engaged to Perrie Edwards of Little Mix, but they split in 2015. “I think there’s a strength in expressing emotion. If you were a guy, you used to have to be really masculine, but now expressing emotion is accepted and respected.”
When he published his autobiography last year, at the age of 23 no less, he came out as having suffered from an eating disorder, sometimes going for several days without eating at all. Headlines followed, such as “How Zayn Malik Is Shifting the Narrative of Men with Eating Disorders” in the Huffington Post. “It wasn’t specifically an eating disorder,” he says. “It was a control thing. Every area of my life was so regimented and controlled [the boys in 1D would sometimes have to go straight from playing a stadium to recording new material in the evening], it was the one area where I could say, ‘No, I’m not eating that.’ Once I got over the control, the eating just came back into place, super naturally.” He corrects himself. “Not supernaturally! Just really naturally. I came back to the UK and spent some time with my mum and got some TLC, and she cooked me food and I got back in touch, mentally, with a lot of the things I’d lost.”
How is his second album, due later this year, coming along? “They always say the second album is difficult, but so far I’m really happy with this one. There are real signs of growth and development. Hopefully, as a human being, I’m growing too, in my knowledge and perception.” Still, like so many, he gets “too wrapped up” in his social media. “I’m scrolling and scrolling and I’m, like, ‘I have to stop’, but I can’t, so I delete the app from my phone. And download it again the next day or whatever.”
He has deliberately surrounded himself with a music management team of strong, middle-aged women. Coming from a matriarchal family, he likes it that way. He seems in good hands. “I now have no problem with anxiety. It was something I was dealing with in the band,” he says. Did sharing his eating problem help? “Yes. People saw strength in that, and they didn’t seem to expect it from a guy, but they expect it from a female, which to me is crazy. We’re all human. People are often afraid to admit difficulties, but I don’t believe that there should be a struggle with anything that’s the truth.”
In One Direction he was tagged “the mysterious one”. “I have no idea why,” he says. “It was obviously a marketing strategy to appeal to different areas of female personalities and wants and needs. ‘I might want a cute one’, ‘I might want a cheeky one’, ‘I might want a mysterious one’, that’s all it was.” He’s smiling — he doesn’t seem bitter about having been a pick’n’mix pop puppet. “It’s cool, that’s life, I guess. I don’t really think of myself as mysterious, but maybe I am.”
He has a naughty, clever, playful side. He enjoys pretending to be his own evil twin, Rodger Malik. It’s a bit like Eminem’s Slim Shady. “Maybe it’s a psychological thing, or I’m creating an alter ego, but it’s fun to banter with your evil twin,” he says, rolling up his trouser leg to show me a tattoo on his calf that says “Rodger” in scrawled letters, near a tattoo of Jack Nicholson as The Joker. “He’s quite influential, that Rodger. He’s done a couple of songs on the new album. He’s off fishing today.”
Mysterious, possibly. Complicated, for sure. But Zayn seems at ease with himself. He’s pursuing new projects, including designing for Giuseppe Zanotti and some “regal, but street-inspired” looks for Versace Versus. “Actually, Gee helped me design for Zanotti. She’s a really good artist, really creative.” Donatella Versace commissioned Gigi to photograph Zayn and the British model Adwoa Aboah for a Versus campaign. “We shot it at the Chateau Marmont. It was just me, her and Adwoa. We got on a good vibe with it. There’s a dingy, rock’n’roll look to it.” How did Gigi take to being on the other side of the camera? “She didn’t have any problems taking photos,” he says. “There were no tantrums. She’s a really chilled person — she fell right into it.”
Donatella is more effusive, summing up their love affair: “They define the mood of their generation with their honesty, energy and love.” She’s got it. That’s Zee and Gee for you.
Hi! Can you do a fic rec with the most iconic and classic larry fics ever like the ones everybody knows and everybody has read. Thank you in advance
Sure ! (Warning : so this is a iconic larry fic rec, meaning 1/ it doesn’t necessarily reflect my own taste in fics or what I think about it. , 2/ it’s my own choice of what I think are iconics fics . Just saying. )
And Then a Bit
: Or, take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never
together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a
dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest!
employee with a good idea. Add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple,
lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. Stir. Serve: the mother of all
publicity stunts.(aka Harry and Louis fake a relationship for publicity. Eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.) (128k)
Relief Next To Me
:AU. What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a
very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more. (333k)
Wear It Like A Crown
:AU. As part of a team of fixers hired to handle a gay scandal
in Buckingham Palace, Louis expects Prince Harry to be a lot of
things—most notably a royally spoilt brat. Never mind that the very same
Prince Harry used to star in quite a number of Louis’ teenage
Love Is A Rebellious Bird
: AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the
concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and
Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who “has made Mozart cool
again” according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which
is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at
night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around
too.Don’t hum Bolero. (134k)
Empty Skies: For three years, Harry has been running from his past. Now, he
is moving to London and pledges to fulfil his only dream – making it
big in the music industry. Not everyone has a place, though, and the
competition is tough. As is his past catching up on him.Louis is
part of the biggest boy band of the world, and getting there had meant a
lot of hard work, as well as sacrificing parts of his heart and soul.
He’s still happy. Maybe not as happy as he could be, but who is he to
complain?Featuring Perrie as Harry’s adorable flatmate, Niall as his manager, and Liam and Zayn as Louis’ bandmates. (134k)
I'm a sucker for tattoo shop AUs (Deep in the Heart of Me is my favorite fic EVER), and I can imagine Tony being the manager of a famous shop, and accepting stray artists that want to find a job and are poor/homeless/lost (among which Bucky, Clint and Nat), and just giving them a goal, a home and a future and ARG
Thank you for reminding me of the beauty that is tattoo AUs!!!! I can’t believe I forgot about this to be honest, I used to adore them in almost every fandom, but I haven’t thought of them in ages until I got your ask! I’m unfamiliar with the fic you’ve mentioned–I don’t read a lot of Stony–but I think I’ll give it a try! But for now, let’s get back to this AU.
I really like the idea of Tony being this crazy, loveable owner of a tattoo shop who hires very questionable people under ridiculous circumstances because he’s insane like that. I also headcanon that said questionable people are very protective of their smol boss because of it.
“What the fuck do you want from me?” the stranger snarls disturbingly animalistic.
“Uhm.” Tony stares at the knife—a real knife and definitely not one for the kitchen—and scruffles a tiny step backwards. Backs against a wall before he has the chance to bring a little more distance between himself and Stranger With Knife.
Damn those walls and the stupid people that build them.
He’s going to die here, alone, in an abandoned backstreet. Where nobody will find his body until they’ll have to hold the funeral with a closed coffin. If they’ll ever find his body.
There’s probably a life lesson in here, about how you’re not supposed to follow unknown men a head taller than you and double your weight in muscles into an abandoned backstreet for one. But Tony’s attention is too fixated on the knife to care much about unimportant details like that.
For once, he hysterically thinks, Rhodey won’t be able to scold me for my messed up priorities.
“I won’t ask again!” the man hisses dangerously. He’s got shaggy hair that could do with a cut and a wash, and his eyes flicker with the same restlessness that drew Tony to him initially.
And fine, he probably shouldn’t have followed the guy. He can see how this could be considered “creepy” by people less fluent in Tony-speak than Pepper or Rhodey. Natasha will undoubtedly slap him—gently, because she’s secretly a poisonous snake who’s adopted Tony as this weird, bumbling kitten that will not get killed by anyone but her—for this later. You know, if there is a later.
“I was wondering if you want to work for me,” Tony blurts out because he can’t think of anything else to say. Also because it’s true.
“I’m not fuckin’ work for hire!” the man growls. “I don’t do that shit anymore, so either back the fuck off or I’ll make sure you won’t need anything anymore!”
Alright. Tony decidedly isn’t going to ask what the guy’s going on about. Nope. Absolutely not. That would just be too stupid, even for him.
“What are you talking about?” he asks and promptly wants to knock himself out. At least that might improve his chances to not talk himself into an early death. Clint will not be impressed if he misses is 8 o’clock appointment tomorrow and he has to cover for Tony—neither will the customer. Clint isn’t useful for anything before eleven in the morning.
The man’s eyes—they’re a cold blue that would look a lot prettier if they weren’t levelling a glacial glare at Tony right now—narrow even further, the knife itching ever so slightly closer towards Tony, and nope, not a fan of that development at all.
“Look,” Tony decides to try and deescalate the situation, “You don’t have to answer that. Actually, please don’t answer that, because this sounds too much like one of those I’d tell you but then I’d have to kill you thingies and Natty would not be pleased if you did. You know, kill me. Unless you tell her I called her Natty again. For some reason she really doesn’t like that? But what do I know, women are weird,” he muses with a shrug.
“Right, I was trying to make a point. See, you could just wave your knife around and possibly- probably kill me, which would really suck. Cause I’m not a big fan of being dead before my liver gives out on me and you don’t look like you’ve got another jacket, and blood is a bitch to get out.” Not that it would be much of a loss, with the oversized, worn down thing the man’s wearing. It looks like it’s being held together by stubbornness and nothing else.
He might have said that last part out loud as well, if the guy’s twitch is anything to go by. Tony can’t decide whether that’s a good thing or not.
“Or,” he hastily continues, “you could listen to my gracious proposal, accept it with genuine appreciation and enthusiasm and in two years we’ll both laugh about this moment.” He finishes with a bright smile and a happy clap. Screw Natasha and Pepper, he can be reasonable and mature. He’s not the one waving a butcher knife around after all.
Said knife is slowly lowered by the stranger who tilts his head to one side in a show curiosity. He seems—amused, almost. Or maybe that’s Tony’s screwed perception of reality talking. Clint’s mentioned he has a problem at one point, something about seeing a ravaging monster and cooing over it and wanting to pet it. Which is nonsense, Tony doesn’t want to pet anything. Except maybe the guy’s hair, once it’s been properly cleaned. And that’s not his fault, it looks like it could be fluffy.
“I’m listening,” he drawls, almost like he’s humouring Tony. The joke’s on him though, because Tony is used to being humoured.
“Do you know Stark Tower? What a stupid question, of course you do, but just in case you don’t, it’s the best tattoo studio in the entire country, trust me on that, and it happens to also belong to me. You’d look great with a couple of tattoos by the way, really help round off that assassin-gone-rough vibe you’ve got there, and I’d totally do them for free or maybe not free. Pepper says I’m not supposed to give people things all the time, but you wouldn’t tell on me, right?”
“Anyways, I saw this,” Tony lifts the crumbled paper he’s rescued from the garbage at the café he’s first noticed Mr Tall, Dark and Knifey—and hadn’t that led to a fun conversation with the waitress—and waves it around as if to stress his point, “and you’ve got some real talent with the abstract design there, because this is amazing and I’d want it as a tattoo, wich says something, my taste is fantastic. Also I’m missing a designer because that asshole Wade keeps running off to do one thing or another and I’m not allowed to hire Peter until he’s legal.”
The guy stares at him in bemusement while Tony tries to catch his breath. Admittedly not an uncommon reaction.
“You’re offering me a job?” he asks after a moment in disbelief—and damn, this guy is catching on to Tony-speak real quick, he’s the right choice all right.
“Yup,” Tony nods. He’s thought he’s been fairly obvious.
“You’ve been following me for two subway stations, three bus stops and a couple of dozen street corners to offer me a job because you saw something I’d scribbled down at a café,” the man repeats incredulous.
Tony shrugs. “I didn’t know how to talk to you. Clint says I come on too strong usually.”
“And you thought stalking me would make me feel more at ease?”
“Well, no.” Tony frowns. “Maybe? I wasn’t—but doesn’t prolonged exposure get you used to someone?”
“Prolonged- never mind,” the guy shakes his head. “You’re crazy.”
A pause, then, “I don’t need a job.”
Tony scoffs. “Have you looked at yourself lately?” he asks, mulls over his words for a moment when the man tenses. “Alright, that might have come across as offensive but seriously. I don’t care if you need a job or not, it’s yours if you want it. Just show up sometime next week and tell Natty I hired you and if Clint is there please throw your knife at him, he’s an ass and screams like a banshee.” Tony searches his pockets for a moment before he finds one of his, admittedly worse for wear, business cards and offers it to Mr Death By Blade.
“You’re crazy,” the man states again, but he takes the card.
“Get used to it,” Tony smiles is sunniest smile because take that Clint, he can hire new staff without getting anyone killed.
“Have you ever even held a tattoo gun in your life? It’s not a real gun, for fuck’s sake! Tony!” Clint is heard screaming in exasperation through the studio a couple of days later. “What the fuck where you thinking when you hired Bucky?!”
Tony doesn’t look up from where he’s carefully drawing the worlds’ prettiest butterfly onto a young woman’s shoulder when he yells back, “Who the hell is Bucky?!”
[Bonus: “You’re taking all this surprisingly well,” Bucky comments at one point.
Clint shrugs. Takes a look at one of the designs over the newbie’s shoulder.
“Tony’s as fucked in the head as they come, but he’s a freaking genius at finding the best. If he’s hired you than that’s what you are. He wouldn’t settle for anything less.”
A moment of thoughtful silence follows, before.
“In three weeks, I’m gonna tell you how he hired Tasha.”
“Why in three weeks?”
“Studio rule. If you’ve made it three weeks without killing anyone, you’re part of the team.”
so for the remaining Top Five ask meme posts, i’ve decided to consolidate into a series of three huge posts instead of destroying people’s dashes with replies. for a series of fun, ridiculous headcanons, follow the readmore!
Playboy Nikiforov will cheat on Yuuri with the entire Russian Hockey team, and Yuuri will come crying to him and eat katsudon piroshky in his bed and Yurio will be allowed to brush the bangs out of his eyes as they lay facing each other, knees knocking together. “You can stay as long as you want,” Yurio would say. (Except Victor is incredibly devoted to Yuuri, and the Russian hockey team only has eyes for Yuuri anyway.)
Victor dies from a Terrible Disease. In his last conscious moments, he grabs Yurio by the hand. “Take care of Yuuri,” he says. “He’s always loved you.” “I will,” Yurio responds, unplugging the life support.
“Yurio, the way you landed that quintuple axel jump after only two weeks of practicing, despite it being physically improbable makes me super hot,” Yuuri says, pushing him against the rough edge of the lockers. “Please, take me now, take me now and wrap your well-toned and physically superior legs around me.”
Victor Nikiforov decides to make a deal with an angel to see a reality where he’s never been born, where Yurio and Katsudon got together instead, and he sees how happy Katsudon is to be constantly challenged and sexually satisfied by Yurio he completely fades from existence.
Yuuri showing up at his hotel room at three in the morning. His eyes are red. His smile is shy, but real. “Yuri,” he says, and the way that Yuuri says his name, his real name, is so open and meaningful. “You’ve always been—I’ve always—“ Yuuri in his mind has said, but never finished. Yuri’s never let it get past that. It hurts too much.
Okay so, that episode Starscream tries to join the Autobots? What if he wasn’t such a clod and didn’t reveal that he killed Cliffjumper? What if he actually got in and started working for the Autobots?
Of course, at first, Starscream would only join Bots because he wanted to use them to get rid of Megatron and become the leader of the Cons, because of course he would. But then he would start to realize something, little by little.
He notices that even though the base in dirty and food is scarce, he feels much more relaxed here than he ever was on Nemesis. There is none of that looming feeling of Megatron beating you senseless, drones disrespecting you, Knock Out and Breakdown laughing at you or Arachnid humiliating you. He is free to do and be whatever he wants to be, as long as he doesn’t piss off the Bots, and that actually seems harder than he first thought. Sure, at first they are all on their toes about Stars, but after few weeks, they treat him like he was part of their team.
Stars goes to missions with Bumblebee, and learns that it was Megatron who stole his voice, and feels sympathy over him, for he too has been hurt by Megatron in the past. He hangs out with Bulkhead and learns that he isn’t just a “dumb big guy” he always though he was, and that Bulk is actually one of the first to accept him and support him. He helps Ratchet out and goes back to his scientific roots before the was and when Ratchet learns that Star used to be a scientist, they start having long debates and conversations about different formulas and eventually Stars helps Ratch make the perfect formula for synthetic energon. Arcee is not as easy, but once Star cracks few jokes about Arachnid, she warms up to her. The two joke around and grow quite close. Eventually he is even let to meet the kids and grows to find them, annoying at first, but later quite entertaining. Miko gets him into music, Raf wants to learn about Cybetronian science, and Ratchet isn’t a very talkative person so Stars makes a great teacher, and Jack is a great listener and supporter, even when Stars in denying his sorrow and inner pain.
But it’s Optimus that finally seals the deal. The two are on a mission together, and Starscream screws up, majorly. It’s nothing deadly or too dangerous, but it still causes him to panic because Megatron has beaten him for less. He gets on his knees and begs for Optimus’ forgiveness, sure that the Prime will beat him otherwise. But instead, Optimus stares at him, confused and even shocked, when he realizes why Stars is acting like this. Instead of hurting Stars, he embraces him and tells him that he is not angry and that it wasn’t Starscream’s fault. Stars doesn’t believe what just happened. Optimus, a PRIME just forgave him for his mistakes, and… comforted him. Starscream starts to re-think his choices and plans for using the Bots. For the first time in centuries, he has found someone he can truly respect and want to call his leader. He has found people who care of him and love him despite their bad past together. He has found something he thought long lost… a family.
So now, he accepts the fact that he indeed is an Autobot now. He keeps his aerial-form, he loves flying too much to give it up, but gets another, third form for himself. A motorbike. A TWO-WHEELER. Everyone know’s his hate of land-vehicles and two-wheeler’s especially so this is a special moment for everyone. Starscream asks for Ratchet to replace his Decepticon-symbol with an Autobot-one. He starts to work full time on taking down Cons. He gets better weapons and learns new fighting techniques. Just so that he can be useful for the bots, just so that he can make Optimus proud.
Under the sharp and cold Con the Bots find a fun-loving, strong, smart and even caring Cybetronian, who just wants his home back. He no longer cares about leadership, now that he has a leader he truly supports and cares about. And who also cares of him.
One time on the battlefield, one drone refuses to attack Starscream. It’s Steve. He begs to join “Lord” Starscream and serve him again like he did before. Stars takes a look at Optimus (who smiles and nods) and then helps the drone to his feet. “Please, call me Screamy. All my friends do.” And Steve joins the Bots.
Wheeljack and Fowler are bit harder, seeing how Starscream did keep them prisoner and tortured them. But both see how he has changed and understand that war is a serious thing and people on different sides sometimes need to do horrible things for their own side’s benefits, and eventually forgive him.
And the Smokescreen happens. Oh dear, does Smokescreen happen. Starscream is so exited to have someone new to join he hasn’t met before. He is no longer the youngest bot! Smokescreen is all confused like “YOU’RE Starscream!? No! That can’t be! You’re supposed to be evil and shit????” but soon they before great friends. Starscream finds amusing how formal Smokes is especially around Optimus, for he knows that the Prime is a kind and caring soul and not a military officer. Ultra Magnus and Stars never truly get along, but they too learn to tolerate each other.
But then, something happens that changes his happiness back to pain. Because of course.
Arcee happens to make a joke about their and Cliffjumper’s past, and Stars remembered. He really did kill part of Team Prime. He had been PROUD of that fact before, but now… Arcee tells him how she felt about him and how she misses him every day, only making Stars feel more bad than before. Stars starts to isolate himself from the others. He can’t bear to look at them or be with them. He killed their friend after all. It was long time ago, but that didn’t make it any better. Stars is in pain and cries every night.
Eventually he comes out of his room, asks for everyone’s attention. He has to do this. He can’t keep it in. Everyone gathers around, worried of their friend. Stars looks at them. “I don’t deserve this” he thinks. The Bots are asking him what is wrong. Stars tells that he has to come clean, for he can no longer live with the guilt. With tears in his eyes and crack in his voice (more than usual) he says it…
“I killed Cliffjumper.”
There is a silence. No-one says anything. Starscream closes her optics and waits. He knows, he just KNOWS he will be killed for that. But he doesn’t care. He is ready. More ready than ever. He is willing to take the punishment.
But it never comes. Arcee walks to him, the boys telling her, panicking, to “not do it”, thinking that she will hurt him. But she doesn’t. She takes Stars’ servos in her own and looks at him in the optics and asks…
“Did you kill him quickly?”
Stars tells exactly what happened, what Cliff said to trigger him and cause him to do it. He tells that Cliff died rather quickly even if not painless. Arcee, instead of being angry, hugs Starscream, for everyone’s surprise. She thanks Stars for telling the truth and being honest with her. Now she can finally put Cliff to rest in her mind. Sure, she will always miss Cliff and wish he wasn’t dead, but she can’t hate the “new Starscream” for the “old” ones mistakes.
Everyone joins in the hug and tell Stars that they forgive him. He was a con back then, his job was to kill bots! He wasn’t himself back then! He was pressured by Megatron! He was not a monster for killing in a war!
Starscream can only cry. Whether it’s tears of pain or happiness, only he knows.
The war is over. Megatron and Unicron are defeated. The well of Allsparks is working again. Kock Out has joined the Bots.
Starscream helps with the rebuilding of Cybetron. He is more quiet than before. He hasn’t forgiven himself for his actions, and he just lost Optimus, the leader he was ready to die for. But he is still happy to be alive to see the war end and promises to protect his new home with all he has.
Then Bumblebee comes to him and asks if Stars would like to become the new leader of Voss.
Whether he says yes or no… well. I let everyone make their own conclusions.
How about that new episode of Samurai Jack? Pretty trippy right? I
mean, that part where he eats something and his head turns into a
fish. Like how dose that work exactly? Pretty funny, huh?
Heh…heh…heh… Where do I begin? So happen was, last night was
the premiere of the new Samurai Jack season 5 episode 8, in which
Jack and Ashi are making their way across the desert. Hmm… Why dose
this sound familiar? Anyway, during their ride on a giant camel
monster used as a bus, Jack and Ashi find themselves in a pretty
close to each other and it is that this point where they’re
relationship takes quite a turn. During their journey, they come
across a large spaceship to escape a dust storm. Only to find out
that the ship is still infested by a leach monster. After they
finally defeat it, at the heat of the moment Jack and Ashi then make
out and that when the “fans” starting setting fire to their
said I was gonna get back to the messy subject and the hail storm of
raging “fans” that apparently this episode has brought upon.
After reading through a number of these hissy-fit heated debates, I
couldn’t help but laugh at a few, roll my eyes at most and have the
rest cause me to put my hands in my face. Seriously, all it took was
a kiss and some awkward but sweet bonding moments for people to get
up in arms saying crap like “They ruined the show!” “How could
you Genndy?” “The show’s gone downhill.” And those are just
some of the less visceral comments I’ve seen…. It really makes me
sad. It really makes me sad to see a show I loved as a kid, get
second chance at finishing it’s story and the one tiny moment that
wasn’t even remotely negative in any way, would then cause such a
shit storm, that I have to sit back and wonder why did I have to be
born as a human being… Oh am I sounding bit harsh here? *eh-hem* I
suppose some would prefer it if I went back to my dark little corner
of the internet and remain silent like I usually do. Heck No! I feel
I should be aloud to express my own opinion, while setting somethings
straight. (Pun not intended.) Now, I will not be completely
demonizing people who are against this ship, because some do have a
few valid points as to why they don’t like it or this episode and
thats understandable. I’m not saying you have to like it. Again it’s
all matter of choice and opinion. (get use to hearing that.) But!
What I am irritated by is how people are practicality screaming out
things like “Pedophile” “Forced” “Rushed” “Poorly
Written” “Not gay equals bad” “Boy-cot” and other things
that are just… Really really stupid… So I may has well give you
guys my own two cents here. I don’t expect to change any minds here;
just take what I say with a grain of salt. You have plenty of it,
and Ashi should have been platonic. Like father and daughter.”
The moment I was first introduced to Ashi in episode 1,
I knew she was going to play some important roll in the new season. I
knew she was going to be some kind of ally to Jack. She wasn’t a
mindless drown like her sisters. She was curious about the world. Now
keep in mind, from the beginning, I wasn’t automatically shipping
these two. I knew a bond was gonna form between them eventually, but
I really didn’t know what type of relationship it was gonna be, nor
did I care. Yes, it didn’t really matter to me, father/daughter,
teacher/student, boyfriend/girlfriend, whatever! All I cared about
was seeing these two lost souls find happiness in one another. They
make a great team already, so no matter which way it was gonna go, I
was going to be satisfied either way. Being the gray smudge that I
am, I kept an open mind about this. I’m not a big crack shipper
anyway. Then again I don’t get into ships that much because I know
how scary they can be. So thats why I stick with pairings that are
canon and that I like. But I’m sure that this might be one of the
reasons why people were a upset by
this. They were really hoping for that platonic relationship. Sorry,
don’t know what tell you there. Not everything in a show is gonna go
your way. This is what Genndy wanted, but just because you didn’t
agree with it, doesn’t mean you should be flat out calling it bad
writing and hate the rest of the series for it! I’ll get into the
pacing issues later, right now it’s time to adress the elephant in
“Jack’s too old
for Ashi and Ashi’s a little girl!”
Yes, time is a BIG
issue in this series and I can understand the problem some “fans”
are having with the whole age gap thing. Like he should be really old
by this point, but heres the thing. Jack doesn’t age. He’s still
stuck in his 20’s psychically AND mentally. Yes, I said mentally as
well. His mind is worn out but not old. Like Jack said, time has lost
it’s a effect on him. As for Ashi, I’m almost more than certain that
she’s in her 20’s as well. The real problem shouldn’t be the fact
that he’s older than her. The REAL problem should be the fact that he
can’t age but she still can. Really, I’m surprised nobody’s getting
more mad with Aku about this, since, you know? He’s the one
responsible for this whole issue in the first place. Whats more
annoying though, is the fact that this has become the main and almost
only reason “fans” have for not liking this pairing! I mean come
on! I can go on for why Edward and Bella are a bad couple, not just
because he’s a hundred years old, but also because despite being a
hundred he still goes to high school for some reason, acts like a
creep around Bella, calls her his personal brand of heroine (and how
much he wants to eat her.) breaks into her room to watch her sleep at
night and throws her against the wall. Yet she does absolutely
nothing about it and still acts so dependent on him like she can’t
stand on her own two feet! * hem* Getting a off topic, I should also
point out that this is not the first time we’ve seen a fictional
couple where one person is way older than the other. It’s been done
many times in media. Aragon and Arwen, Rose and Greg, Aang and
Katara, Inuyasha and Kagome and nobody bats an eye there. But I know
you’re probably going make excuses as to why I’m wrong for comparing
some these couples to Jack and Ashi. “Uh, but Rose isn’t even
human! She’s a gem and they don’t age!” Still doesn’t change the
fact that she’s still thousands of years older than him. What does
being a rock- I’m sorry, a Mineral not a rock, have to do with her
age? And that can go the same for Arwen and Inuyasha as well.
“But-but Aang was frozen in a sphere of ice.” Yeah, keeping him
persevered for over a hundred something years thus delaying his
ability to age until he was set free and why he’s still twelve. Even
though technically speaking he was born way before Katara was born.
Hell, I could dare say that Jack is in his own sphere of ice. Just
not literally. Time and age have stopped round him. Thing is, even
with out the fifty year time-skip Jack would still be considered
thousands of years old since he comes from feudal era Japan. So no
matter what girl he ended up with in this future, he would still be
way older than her regardless. The more I hear this excuse brought
up, the less water it holds and the more desperate it sounds.
Especially when you have no other strong argument to bring, as to why
these two shouldn’t be together. Oh, and don’t even think about
calling it pedophilia! Just because we saw Ashi growing up as a child
doesn’t mean she is one now. I’m pretty certain she’s past the teen
stage. In fact we even saw what she looked like during that stage. So
treating her like she’s still a child is kind of insulting, honestly.
You’re consent miss use of the word, makes me want to strangle
myself. Okay I’ve been ranting about this for too long… Let’s-
let’s get to our next topic.
“ Why does media keep pushing for heterosexual
couples? What a bunch of Homophobes!”
*Sssssssiiigggghhh….* I know not everyone who
disagrees with this pairing thinks this way, but my God Tumblr…
What’s with the extremism? I’ve always tried to be more opened minded
about a lot of things. Accept others for who they are and have always
said love is a very strange thing. So don’t you DARE blindly accuse
me as a “homophobe” for what a I’m about to say here… Not
everything has to be gay, in order to tell a good love story! There I
said it! A good love story is when you can feel the connection
between two characters no matter what their sexual preference is. I
don’t like Ruby and Sapphire just because they’re mineral space
lesbians, I like them because of how much they care for each other
and how they can have fights and make-ups like any other couple and
so on and so forth. Thats what makes a good pairing. Also saying it’s
out of character for Jack to have an attraction to a female because
your head-canon tells you he’s either ace or homo, is also not true
as well. Not saying you still can’t have your ace/gay Jack crack
ships. You don’t have to have canon dictate to you what you can or
can’t ship. I’m simply saying that Jack has always been attracted to
woman in the show. Remember when he got kissed by that girl in the
field when he was a kid. He still has fond memories of it. And is it
just me or did everyone forgot, Ikra, Josephine, or that creepy
flower lady from ‘Seasons of Death’ happened? Given how nervous he
gets around woman he finds attractive and how flustered he gets when
seeing Ashi naked, it’s clear to me now, that he is definitely not
her biological father as well. Now that he’s out of his depression,
it was only a matter of time before he started falling for Ashi. Why
is this anti-hetero/homophobia thing even an argument at all?! Why is
it even brought up?
“ But the pacing felt so rushed! How dare they
force the love-interest trope down our throats. This came out of
Okay, I’m going to briefly play devil’s advocate here. I
can get where the rushed pacing argument comes from. But forced? No,
put a pin on that last one. We’re gonna get back to that later. First
I can agree that the pacing felt a bit rushed. (Though this isn’t the
first time I’ve enjoyed something with a rushed pace.
*cough*9*cough*) Still, keep in mind that the creator was only given
ten episodes to work with. So certain things had to be cut out, I’m
sure. If they were going make thirteen I’m pretty certain that would
have given them more time to further expand on Jack and Ashi’s
relationship, rather then cramming all the more romanic stuff in it
into this episode. However, that doesn’t mean that the romance came
out of no where. There were some hints dropped here and there since
the beginning of episode 3 infact. We got only two more episodes
left, so 8 had to be the one to fully confirm how Jack and Ashi are
starting to feel for each other. I do feel like there could have been
some other things they could have changed in the previous episodes to
help further accentuate the relationship a little better in this
episode. As far as this season goes, it may not be one of their
strongest episodes, but it’s not their worst either. I still enjoyed
it, romance and all. Honestly I think the real weak point was the
conflict of being lost in the ship with the leach creatures. Like
where was everyone else, what was the backstory to this space prison.
This episode was always going to be about Jack and Ashi falling love
no matter what. It’s just everything else was going to just feel like
a little bit of an after thought. Another complaint I’ve heard was
that this episode felt like “filler” and did nothing to progress
the plot of the story. Well, I like to think of this as the calm
before the storm. (Irony) You know, a few light-hearted laughs to put
us at ease before the shit it’s the fan. (At least thats what it was
suppose to be…) Though something tells me they’re just doing this
to break our hearts later… And what lack of plot progression. The
plot progression was with Jack and Ashi. With that said, going back
to the “forced” bit. As I said before it was hinted at early on,
the moment Jack and Ashi started interacting with each other. But I
think the problem is because they were hinted at so subtlety, I guess
it’s kinda easy for most people to miss them. Thing is we don’t
really know how long it took Jack and Ashi to go from that mounted to
that market area or how long it took for them to find that bird. You
can use your mind fill in the gaps there. But I feel that to really
cover this topic and why I don’t find their relationship “forced”
I’m going to have to dive in deeper.
Okay, now I’m going to get into what I think of these
two and why I think they work as a pair. Starting off with Jack, he’s
pretty much been through hell at this point. Losing his home,
separated from his family, spends the rest of his childhood training
to earn his father’s sword, only meets his parents again briefly
before he goes off to fight Aku. Only to have the rug pulled out from
under him when Aku throws him into the future. For fifty years this
man has had to deal with so much pain and suffering. Getting trolled
with by Aku, always having something try to kill him, being alone,
seeing all the Hell that Aku has raised, suffering from
hallucinations and no matter how hard he tries, he can never seem to
reach his goal. Ultimately what leads to his depression. The more
time passes him by while he remains young, the further and further
his goal gets. He has lost all hope. Somewhere during those fifty
years, a cult of Aku obsessed women have a ceremony for their High
Priestess who’s given birth to seven daughters for the soul purpose
to kill Samurai Jack. However one of these girls is not like the
others. Ashi, does not have the same mind set as her sisters. She’s
curious about the world outside, wants to see the beauty of nature,
but is trapped with in the confides of her abusive mother. Never
aloud to play or have fun. Never shown any love or bonding with her
family. Forced into training at such a young age and all while being
told nothing but lies about the Samurai and what an evil person he
is, ruining Aku’s “perfect” world. Having never met this man, it
only filled Ashi’s heart with anger and hate. Now fully grown,
training complete, she and her sisters set off to kill Jack. Not
knowing what they were getting themselves into. Not realizing that
there mother essentially sent them out to die. And thus the journey
begins for these two lost souls. Jack struggling to keep moving
forward while being haunted by his own negative emotions as well as
being hunted down by a shogun of death. Ashi, blinded by hatred
towards a man who’s done her no wrong, she does not realizes she’s
fighting for the wrong side. During the search for the Samurai, Ashi
and her sisters come across a doe in the forest. That’s when the buck
shows up. Thinking it’s related to Aku, they thing it’s come to
“devour the weaker one.” What they didn’t expect to see was the
two deer nuzzling each others noses. This was the first time any of
them have seen affection before. Which leaves them so confused, as
they were never taught to love but to hate. One of them even says she
doesn’t like it. I also consider this part foreshadowing. It’s is
only after he defeats them, does the ball really get rolling. Jack
assumes he’s killed Ashi like the rest, but the guilt of what he’s
done continues to eat a way at him. Ashi then wakes up, still hell
bent on trying to kill him. She ends up getting restrained by her own
chain and it is here, where Jack finally has a chance to see the
woman behind the mask. A very troubled woman, who has clearly lost
her way like him. Seeing that she is not evil and feeling bad for
killing the others, Jack not only lets her live, but goes out of his
way to protect her. The real turning point comes when Jack and Ashi
escape the goliath monster. Ceasing the opportunity, Ashi slowly
starts to creep up on him, while he isn’t looking, but just as she’s
a bout to try and kill him that’s when the ladybug appears. This
triggers a memory of when she was a child. During her training, she
sees a ladybug and lets it land on her hand. Her mother scolds her
for this, taking the bug away and killing it in front of her. Going
back to reality, that bug flies over to Jack. He rises his hand to it
as Ashi watches, wondering what he’s about to do. To her surprise, he
lets the ladybug go, showing an act of kindness. Causing Ashi to drop
her weapon; he’s not the monster her mother made him out to be.
Through Jack, she learns more about the world, Ashi begins to see the
truth as he shows her the beauty of nature and horror that Aku has
caused. Ashi does begin to believe him, but the moment that seals the
deal is after they save bunch of children from enslavement, Jack
freaks out when we thinks they’re all dead. He heads off with the
Omen (the shogun of death from earlier) to commit suicide and she
goes to find him. Thats when she meets some of the people Jack has
helped over the years, thats when she fully sees the man he really
is. Thinking of her past and all the good Jack has done, this is what
inspires her to change her appearance. And it’s because of her that
Jack was able to regain his hope. She gave him the strength he needed
to fight off his own demons. She protected him while he was in deep
meditation to find his sword. From an army and her own mother no
less. She does not hold any ill will towards him for killing her
sisters, as it was out of self defense. It was her mother who sent
them out there in the first place. Now that his hope has been
restored and is back to being his old self. Now that he gotten to
know her and sees how much she has changed for the better, it should
come has no surprise that they would start noticing each other in
more ways. I mean this is probably the longest anyone has ever
traveled with him. So how does any of that sound forced? There was
build up. Sorry if you couldn’t see it.
Ya know, I find it pathetic that this is the reason
people are getting so upset that they want to quit the show when
theres only two episodes left to go. And you call yourselves fans…
Can’t we just wait to see how the out come and then make our
criticize afterwards. I’m even more disappointed with the fan-base
than I am with the episode because of how everyone is acting like
this pairing is such a crime. When this season started I thought this
was gonna be fun. But now I’m just left sour over yet another fandom
like I was with the “9” fandom. I’ve seen people literally saying
that it made them feel uncomfortable and ruined the WHOLE series for
them. Say, you wanna know what makes me feel uncomfortable? Is the
more I think about it, the more it disturbs me that anybody will get
pissed over a healthy relationship like this one, yet you’ll see
abusive couples like Harley Quinn and Joker, Fifty Shades of Gray and
the of mentioned Twilight get glorified. Am I the only one who sees
something wrong there? And after all the shit that Jack and Ashi have
been through, wouldn’t you want to see them to be happy? Isn’t that
what many of us wanted? My only concern is now that it’s established
that Jack and Ashi have deeper feelings for one another, how is the
final going to effect them. Are the rumors I keep hearing going to be
true? I’ve always been wanting to know how this series is going to
end since I was eight years old and nothing is going to stop me for
watching the ending. I don’t even care how it’s going to end. I don’t
care if it breaks my heart. At least I will now know and I will
accept what ever Genndy has in store. Like I said from the beginning,
you’re not wrong for disliking or disagreeing with this pairing, I’m
not wrong for liking it and thats fine. But don’t act like this is
such a travesty that it makes you dislike the entire series, don’t
quite while we’re so close to the end. This whole mess has just
become childish at this point. But hey, hate me all you want for
expressing my opinion. There is nothing you can say to me that hasn’t
already been said before. Hate never fixes anything. Hate is what got
Ashi’s sisters killed in the long run. I’ve been rambling on about
this for too long. Now if you excuse me, I’m gonna make some Jashi
fan art while I still can. In the mean time enjoy this little quote.
“Believe what you may, but if you open your eyes and
let go of the hate. You will see the truth.”