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Tv tropes + sheith (3)

Boy meets Girl (boy) 

“Boy meets girl, boy loses girl, and boy regains girl. Details vary, but those are the major Narrative Beats." 

Keith meets Shiro sometime Pre Kerberos. That much we know from things they’ve said to each other and how close they obviously are. Then the big Kerberos mission comes up and a Pilot Error happens.

Keith loses Shiro. He was expelled due to a disciplinary issue (possibly because of something he did as a result of hearing about the failed Kerberos Mission and Shiro’s death.) He lived alone after that, looking for some purpose.

Then one night Shiro comes back. And Keith regains a close friend.

(While there’s a theme of them finding and losing each other throughout the show, this specific trope seems to talk about the initial first meeting, loss, and regaining of a partner. So this is specifically talking about the events in the beginning of the first episode)

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Wow ya’ll, I can’t believe Jack adopted Ashi as a kid and is raising her. So beautifuuuul~

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Angry daughters concept art (◡‿◡✿)

You know, thinking about Lance feeling like the seventh wheel, I realized something that I haven’t seen very often, if at all in regards to the pairings in the group. 

Keith and Shiro are obviously very close, as are Allura and Coran (duh, only Alteans left in existence). They are often partnered together or are seen around one another.

We can infer that Hunk and Lance were incredibly close before Pidge came into their friend group, just based on the way that they interact with each other. But as season one ended and went into season two, I noticed that Pidge and Hunk seem to hang out way more often than Pidge and Lance or Lance and Hunk. 

It’s not even a matter of him feeling useless, guys. He literally feels like a seventh wheel, because everyone else is paired up friend wise with someone else. 

This poor child needs a hug from everyone. 

Roommates (M)

Originally posted by bwipsul

╳ Pairing: Jimin x Reader 

╳ Genre: (one shot) smut and kinda fluff & angst ??

╳ Summary: Being roommates with your best friend can be fun until one day you look at him differently. 

(this is something that I found that I had written months ago and just decided to post it!!)


The day you looked at your best friend as more than a friend, you knew you were screwed. It happened out of nowhere. You just woke up one morning and looked at him differently. You were never going to tell anyone, you weren’t stupid. That would just lead to Jimin being freaked out and nothing being the same. Risking your friendship with Jimin was not worth the little crush you had on him.

Deciding that you couldn’t fall back asleep, you got up to start the morning. Walking into the kitchen to get some breakfast, you didn’t notice your best friend standing there.

“Holy shit! Jimin, you scared me!” You yelled, clutching your chest.

“What’s gotten you so jumpy?” Jimin asks, laughing while opening the refrigerator

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I think the reason Vilde has been acting really annoying this season and last season compared to 1 and 2 is because it’s from Isak and Sana’s eyes and they probably find her the most extra when compared to Eva and Noora. We spent a lot of time taking perspectives into consideration when we discussed Jonas or Noora throughout the seasons, and I think this is the same kind of situation with Vilde. In season 1, we were seeing her for the first time so she was a bit in our faces but we quickly warm up to her and love her like Eva. In season 2, we see through Noora’s perceptive eyes that she has an eating problem and needs help and we feel bad for her with the William situation because Noora feels guilty. And season 3, we see her as this rumor spreading little lady who only cares about kosegruppa and her buns, and we also see her as Magnus’s target of attraction. Eventually Isak warms up to her as well, but its at the very very end. It’s been very interesting to see Vilde through Sana’s eyes because shes been all MagnusMagnusMagnus so far. Whether she’s overcompensating for her hidden feelings for girls, or that this is the first proper boyfriend shes had and she wants to talk about him all the time, or she literally just loves sex and wants to talk about it, one thing we know for sure because of how we ourselves are feeling about her: Sana is finding her hella annoying.

yolanda being so unsettled by the industry and what they asked of her (which I think would be a normal reaction to be so blatantly sexualized by older men when you’re a very young teen) as opposed to mylene and regina just doing it and understanding it as a challenge is really so telling of their differences in situations… regina and mylene have nothing to go back from they’re from abusive households so their ambition really comes from a place of despair… yolanda is obviously close to her mom and has somewhere where she knows she’s safe and ultimately it really made the difference… love my beautiful and brave lesbian girl who didn’t mean no harm to anybody and who just got scared

concept for the “Dear Evan Hansen” Tony Award’s performance

-the entirety of “You Will Be Found,” including the entire OBC and Evan’s heart-breaking monologue beforehand

-also maybe “Words Fail” because come on that song’s stunning

-also “Disappear” and “Good For You” and “Sincerely, Me” and “Only Us” because you gotta talk about those supporting actors, too, they’re amazing

-also the opening number and the closing number, obviously, and everything in between

-essentially all of the songs

-and all the dialogue

-actually the entire musical, but professionally recorded

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Bucky x reader

Notes: fluff, just pure fluff. 

A/N: Bucky is tired and needy and just wants to cuddle. (who. fuckin’. wouldn’t?!)

Originally posted by sebastianobrien

If there was ever something more adorable than Bucky being tired or in any way not feeling well, you’d never seen it. Now, the serum made sure he was never not feeling well, but it didn’t help exhaustion after a week long mission with only 2 hours of sleep a day.

This is why he came stumbling into your floor, somehow overriding every security protocol with his left over spy-skills, calling out your name at two in the morning.

Actually, it was more like a drawn out whine.

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How to Steal: Good Writers Borrow

Originally posted by slytherin-bookworm-guy

Good writers borrow. Great writers steal. -T.S. Eliot *

This is great writing advice, but many people are wary about following it because they misunderstand what the terms “borrowing” and “stealing” mean in this context. 

I’m here to clarify. 

Borrowing is using something of someone else’s. Stealing is making something your own. 

This advice means two things:

1. Don’t be afraid of reusing elements from books you love.

I’ve spoken before about stealing in How to Steal: Know Your Tropes. When you see story elements** in a book you love, don’t think that they’re now off-limits to you forever. Just because you love The Great Gatsby and it’s set in 1920s New York doesn’t mean that you can now never write a story set in 1920s New York. Just because you love I Capture the Castle and it’s written as the protagonist’s journal, doesn’t mean you can never write a novel that takes the form of the protagonist’s journal. Just because Scooby-Doo… you get my point by now, don’t you? 

Take note of what you love in other stories.*** Remember those elements–the plot twists, character arcs, tropes, settings, etc.–and then use them to write a story full of things you love. 

2. Make the things you steal your own.

Borrowing, in this definition, would be writing about a 1920s bootlegger in love with the girl across the way, trying desperately to impress her with his wealth. You’re stealing from F. Scott Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby… and making it no less F. Scott Fitzgerald’s story. 

This example steals too much from one place. It’s too timid in it’s approach. it’s too afraid to take anything from the story, so it keeps everything the same. Anything that tries to be like Gatsby, but better is destined to fail. (Maybe a little like Gatsby himself. Just throw a bigger party, old sport! That’ll do the trick!) 

The key to stealing is stealing from multiple things at once until it looks like your very own thing. Stealing is writing a novel about a gang of mystery solving teenagers in 1920s New York, told in the form of a journal the group takes turns writing in. (Because we’re going to add a splash of Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants here.) 

Stealing is saying: these story elements are mine now and I’m going to use them the way I like, combined with my interests. And you know what? By stealing bits and pieces from all of the things you love, you’re creating something unique and new and wonderful

So go out there. And steal. Never borrow. 

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*This is commonly attributed to him at least. The internet tells me he definitely said something close to it. 

**Obviously, this doesn’t apply to the words themselves. Never steal somebody else’s words. Basically everything else is up for grabs, though. 

***You’re not limited to stealing from books. Steal from movies. From TV shows. From plays. From epic poetry. From that anecdote your neighbor told you last week. 

(( sorry for the modpost but ive seen a lot of interesting tags on my ask about michael in the bathroom and i want to say, depending on someone to help u in life isnt bad, and even living for them doesnt make u lesser, it can just be an unhealthy thing. its something ive personally dealt with a lot and it has ruined a lot of friendships for me. it doesnt always make u toxic but putting that much pressure on someone can have negative impacts on them. learning to thrive in your own is currently something i am trying to still work out as relying on others is a lot easier than relying on ,,, well ,,, just yourself! idk thats the point i was trying to get across, live for you, not for someone else, since it is your life!))

To be honest life is better when you aren’t close to many people. Obviously be polite and friendly with everyone and you can still have light-hearted fun friendships, but emotionally investing yourself on a deeper level with too many people will just leave you feeling drained and worn thin. Save your love and time for people who are really worth it.

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I saw a man so beautiful

anonymous asked:

53 andreil for the prompt thingy???

53: “Darling, stop.” 

They’re in the chilly fluorescent produce section, Neil steering the cart and Andrew catching it whenever he finds chocolate-covered berries or cartons of blended sugary juice to add to the pile. Neil’s got his old jersey conspicuously clashing with their new team’s red sweats, a dark bandana twisted up in his hair. It’s almost closing, and everything feels a bit cool and loose like no one’s really supposed to be awake.

When Neil’s busy bagging carrots Andrew gets his arms folded over the handle of the shopping cart, this stupid black t-shirt all stretched out at the neck, wire-framed glasses perched on his nose, mouth flat. Neil’s sort of fond of Andrew wearing his glasses in public, and he finds himself walking backwards in front of the cart as it’s pushed, openly watching him. Andrew picks the pace up just enough to bump heavily into his shins.

Neil smiles, looping his fingers through his end of the cart so they each have a side, rolling lopsidedly towards the opening of an aisle.

“Stop making things difficult.”

“Let me drive the cart.”

Andrew regards him, fair eyebrows raised. “You’re a control freak.”

Neil laughs, startled. “You let three people total drive your car. You wouldn’t even let Sir or King in our bed for the first three months we had them. You bartered for my secrets when we met, Andrew. ”

“And?” Andrew asks, examining a box of cake mix.

“I don’t think you should be talking about controlling personalities.”

Andrew ignores him, tossing the box in the cart and pushing it back towards Neil. “Go get your diet plan shit.”

Neil makes a face. “It’s our diet plan.”

“I am not willfully drinking skimmed milk.” Andrew crosses to the bags of jumbo marshmallows and Neil pinches the bridge of his nose.

“I’ll put it in your hot chocolate.”

“You’ll die,” Andrew says simply.

Neil jostles the cart into Andrew’s side, and he drops the marshmallows back on the shelf, unimpressed. “Meet me at the front in five. I’m getting actual food to sustain actual people.”

Andrew shrugs and turns to wander out of the aisle, dragging the cart the wrong way behind him.

Neil coughs so he doesn’t laugh, senselessly thrilled. He jogs back towards the meat section, threading through coolers and displays until he finds the turkey bacon and lean chicken breasts that they live on. He’s frowning at an especially lifeless beige cut of fish when he’s wrenched around by the arm.

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