Harry: The guy everyone likes, even if they say they don’t. He’s incredibly cute, charming and popular. Nice to everyone, is never angry unless you push his buttons. You have a major crush on him but know you don’t have a chance in hell. He dates a lot, but never has a relationship that lasts more than a month.
Niall: Super cute and friendly. Sits next to you in Science or Math and lets you copy off of him, even though you make better grades than he does. Makes you laugh constantly, and you sometimes get in trouble because of it. You secretly wish he would ask you out, but you’re not sure if he likes you as more than a friend, so you’re willing to take what you can get.
Louis: The smartass bad boy. Not everyone likes him, but you secretly do because you think there’s another side of him that no one else sees. Draws cartoons on his notebooks and folders and shows them to you. Makes you smile when you’re having a bad day. Tells you things like you’re out of his league or you’re prettier than the homecoming queen, but never asks you out.
Liam: The sweet guy. Popular and probably a jock, but not stereotypical. Always willing to help anyone in need and sticks up for the underdog. A little insecure. Has a long-term girlfriend, but has no idea that he could get any girl he wanted. Voted prom king.
Zayn: The quiet, brooding boy. Probably in the choir or drama club. No one knew much about him until he got on stage one day. You think he’s amazingly talented, but are afraid to approach him. You have a class with him but he sits in the back and doesn’t talk to anyone. Everyone thinks he’s good looking, though his personality is in question for some.
Another part of that angsty idea that’s floating in my mind. Thanks again to @trustmeimthehiddlestoner for lending me her OC ;) There will be another, hopefully the last, part of it, but that might take some time.
Keith regretted his outburst the same second she closed the door behind her. He knew that he was acting like the world’s biggest asshole, but honestly, she just knew how to push his buttons! He felt guilty as hell that she’d lost the baby, that he had put her through so much just to fuck it up in the end. He hated feeling guilty. Made him feel as if he did something wrong. But he couldn’t help it, whenever he saw her he felt guilty and to cover that up he yelled at her. She would get over it eventually. Maybe she would sulk for some days, but in the end she would forgive him. Maybe he wouldn’t even have to apologize. He hated apologizing just as much as feeling guilty. But honestly, how could she even think about taking a break? A break from what, actually? She wanted a baby just as much as he did. He ran his hands over his face and sighed. When did being married get so complicated? What happened to their happiness? Reality happened, he thought bitterly. Reality and the duty of a royal couple.
Kaitlin ran to her bedroom, slammed the door shut behind her and flung herself on the bed. She couldn’t believe it! How could he treat her like that! Keith was supposed to love her, to care for her, support her! Not to shred her heart again and again until nothing of it was left. Crying and sobbing she buried her face in the pillows. How long could she endure this? The heartless man her husband has become. The feeling of being trapped in her own body while everyone else was ruling over it was suffocating. At times she just wanted to end it all.
I’ve never played a Final Fantasy game, despite JRPG’s being my bag and all I thought I’d take a crack at it and finally play Final Fantasy 7.
Warning : This is a moment by moment account and contains spoilers…obviously.
We open to the stars in the night sky and the face of a young woman. The camera pan’s through dark dingy streets and out over the city of Migdar and back down to a different place - a train station. You’re thrown immediately into the action without any of the prologue or world building a lot of similar games indulge in.
We meet Cloud ex-SOLDIER who is rude to everyone, Barrett and AVALANCHE - a terrorist cell working to destroy the evil Shinra, who we can only assume at this moment is an evil corporation. You fight some girls with no explanation of the battle system and you simply push buttons and hope for the best which is enough for now and proceed forward to the reactor. Barratt constantly breaks card for being an arrogant and trustworthy arsehole and cloud does nothing but behave like an arrogant untrustworthy arsehole.
The show loves parallels right? I have another one. In the beginning of S2 Clarke didn't pull the lever to kill Mt Weather because of moral dilemma right? What if Lexa is like the lever of this season and Clarke ends up killing her to complete the circle
Hmm. Interesting. I kinda thought that had already gone full circle when she and Bellamy DID pull the lever at the end. Not to mention the parallel between that working and it NOT working when Clarke and Lexa pushed the button together to blow the door.
*joel and mike make eye contact in a crowded elevator on earth*
mike, internally:hey! it's joel! the one who was stuck on the sol before me and created the bots. maybe i could get some pointers, or maybe i could ask joel over for dinner. i bet crow and servo would love that!
joel, internally:shit i swindled the fuck outta that guy once.
*joel pushes the button for the next floor and darts out*
Since it seems p much canon that Poland is PARTICULARLY good at pushing buttons I couldn’t help but think of this situation after writing this one-sided rochu thing . Probably not the best idea to run with, Po, but boy he sure likes to pick ALL his battles, doesn’t he?
Me, looking at Roland:"You buggy, artificial, uncanny valley looking creep, dear God you're so damn *ugly*…"
Me, looking at Bog:"My beautiful scaly backed baby, the color of your eyes might as well be called Soul Piercing Blue, your cheekbones are to die for, your wings literally flash rainbows, don't even get me started on your lips -"
Derek and Stiles sit in an unmarked squad car on a routine stakeout hoping to catch the person who has been knocking over various warehouses around town. By the fourth uneventful hour, they’ve played nearly every game known to man in order to keep some semblance of sanity, when the speaker squawks.
“What about ‘Fuck, Marry, Kill’ because you guys are killing me with your boredom. By the way, your push button is broken which means I’ve heard everything. I need to go bleach my ears after hearing Stiles’ enthusiastic rendition of ‘Hello’.” Scott’s voice echoes through the radio.
Stiles huffs at that, but what else do they have but time and sore asses, for the most unremarkable reasons, too. Shame.
“Alright how about….”
Derek closes his eyes as he attempts to drum up some names, fingers tapping thoughtfully on his thigh before opening his eyes, catching his reflection in the side mirror and smirking. “Scott, Parrish, and Me.”
Stiles snorts and turns so he’s facing Derek, “Really? That’s the best you’ve got?”
Derek shrugs up a shoulder and nods his head, urging Stiles on.
Stiles squints his eyes and nibbles on his lip as he mulls it over. Derek sighs, “This isn’t Jeopardy, Stiles.”
Stiles’ squint becomes a half-hearted glare. “Fine. Fuck Scott. No seriously, fuck you, bro. My singing is on point. Angels wept.” Stiles screeches into the radio.
“They’re not the only ones who wept. Just so you know I’m flipping you off so hard right now. Also the suspect in question was spotted in your vicinity. ETA on your location is 5 minutes.” Scott responds.
“Roger. Eyes wide open. Ok so on to Parrish. Hmmm. Kill Parrish mostly because I’m not even sure if that’s possible. Would he just come for himself then? You know because of the whole,” Stiles gestures to his body, mimicking being engulfed in flames, “Hellhound situation?”
Scott chokes out a laugh while Derek’s glare becomes contemplative before movement coming from the warehouse has him bounding out of the car with one hand on his walkie.