okay but when picard had to walk out on data’s performance in the ensigns of command it was literally that pathetic moment when a parent leaves a kids’ talent show or something and the kid is like “why is my dad leaving does he not approve of me am i not performing well am i failing” and dATA MY HEART
Can I ask why you ship kamisero? This is not to be mean, I just can't remember a lot of their interactions in the manga or anime and would love to be reminded of why they work well as a couple
!!!!! Ooookay this is kind of a weird question for me and I don’t really know how to properly answer because… uhm… they’re kind of always together?? Actually??? I mean they haven’t really been the protagonists in any arc so it’s mostly background stuff but when they appear they’re more often than not together - here, have some panels I’ve found skimming real fast through the parts I remembered them being there
(+Mina!!! squad moment heck yes!!)
(+Kiri!!! more squad moments!!!!!!!)
(real talk more often than not if Kami and Mineta are in the same place Sero is right there with them, I try to pretend that’s not true but alas)
(+Baku!!! Even more squad moments!!!! This one’s from an extra, I can’t find the translated version anymore - rip - but they’re trying to get Baku to play the thumb game I’m gonna cry this squad will kill me)
also on the cover of Vol 4 👌👌👌
The thing about me shipping them is that as I said I do prefer them as friends, which they are and it’s adorable, but I’m always up for entertaining the idea of good friends in romantic relationships so I’m 👍👍👍 about KamiSero too haha
We are nothing more than distractions for each other, and distractions get you killed. But my hands close over his, our fingers lacing, until our bones are woven together. The fire is dying, flames reduced to embers. But Cal is still here. He will never leave me.
an accident in class turns simon’s hair pink, triggering old memories for baz and bringing the two of them closer than before
a/n: much love to @cherryonsimon for the beta! go tell her nice things!! @bazwillendinflames i don’t know if this is exactly the fic you were imagining but thank you for getting me out of my writing slump ^__^ from now until the end of july i will be posting a new fic every wednesday so you can track the tag #egfics to keep up!! (the readmore might not work on mobile so just click my url to get to the post!!)
I smell Snow before I see him. I’d know the scent anywhere. The cloying smokiness of him; forever the cruelest joke. I hear him too, clomping up the stairs in that way of his. Like he’s always got somewhere to be, and he has to be bloody loud to get there.
He gets closer to the room, and I brace myself. I don’t know what kind of mood he’s in, but I don’t feel like fighting today. I haven’t been to any of my classes . Instead, I’ve been working on a paper for my last one of the day, and I still haven’t finished. (It’s Snow’s fault, of course. I’ve had days, but he keeps distracting me.)
The door to our room flies open with a bang and there’s Snow, breathing heavy and scowling. He looks like he’s just been for a run. I almost comment on his appearance, something snide and cutting. Something sure to remind him that we hate each other.
Then I notice his hair. It’s…
It’s pink. Simon’s hair–his normally bronze hair–is pink. Not just pink, but the colour and texture of the candy floss. The kind I used to get whenever I went to the fair with my mother when I was a child. When my mother was still alive. The memory hits me hard. She’d despised the stuff. Hated the way it made everything sticky and pink. But she knew I loved it, and made sure to get me one every time.
Feelings that had been locked away for years threaten to spill out, and I turn my head. I can’t look at him. Not with that hair. It hurts too much. I can feel Snow glaring at me, though I can’t imagine why. Surely he can’t be blaming me for this. I wasn’t even in class today; again, I’ve been working on this paper. I wonder what I missed.
top 5 yuya moments in arc v. whatever you consider a 'yuya' moment.
hoooo boy ho boyyyyy this is the hardest thing i’ve ever had to do i think ugh like i love this entire show? so how do i choose just five???? uggggghhhh but here goes
note: so this list turned out to be top Yuya moments in his duels. I wouldn’t say his Top Duels. That would be some other list. also I wanted this list to be about true Yuya, not him being in berserk mode or possessed, so I avoided that. These are some of my faves, but not all. But even if I ever make another list or modify this one, I know for certain #1 stays #1 so…
5. ep 61 - His duel against Enjoy Chojiro. I feel like this is a moment that gets forgotten for some reason but it’s the exact kind of thing that Yuya lives for? His stubborn attitude and faith in himself and in his Entertainment dueling actually put a smile back on Chojiro’s face and basically ended up giving the guy his life back. Like. c’mon. It may not have been a significant duel but it’s a perfect display of what he’s capable as an Entertainment duelist.
4. ep 122 - Oh shit. A controversial choice for this list maybe? Since apparently not a lot of people liked the BB arc (tho I actually enjoyed it wow). But anyway, I like this one because basically, despite all the messed up shit BB put them through, Yuya actually finds a way to relate to his enemy and in doing so finds a way to communicate his intentions to him in a way that his enemy can understand. The fact that he’s able to pull off such a nice Entame in such a bleak looking duel too… I really love that. It’s a light of hope in an atmosphere that has lost all of it. *cries* I really loved it.
3. ep 79 - His duel vs Shinji. I mean.
He’s not exactly trying to entertain anyone in this one but that doesn’t stop him from a) surprising the crowd and his opponent and b) teaching everyone a lesson in having a little more faith even in dire situations. Plus I just love that he made Shinji and everyone who called Tuning Magician “useless” eat their own words. Also, Enlightenment Paladin is really fucking rad. And it’s hist first Synchro Summon and he does it pretty much all on his own aaaaa.
Oh right. He also made Jack Atlas smile for the first time. So there’s that too.
2. eps 50/51 - Okay there are so many reasons why I love this moment. First off, the duel was fucking amazing. Like… the duel itself had a plot twist at the end, even after all those close calls Reiji seemed to have had and all those seemingly perfect moves Yuya was pulling. Secondly, the fruitshipping evidence in this is unreal. But lastly, why I’m placing it on this list as one of my favorite moments for Yuya… is because of his conviction.
Not to mention… the foreshadowing.
Just… throughout the show, it seems like he was getting none of this done. He didn’t get Yuzu back or keep his promise to Yuto to make everyone smile until the very end. And the desperation in his eyes and in his voice to not want to lose and to win on top of the irony that he doesn’t want to win to please anyone through violence… it’s just… sadly magnificent knowing what happens later on in the story and who he truly is (Zarc).
Reiji pushes him to the opposite of his entertainment persona, which later on we see develop in a much grander light, but this is basically the point we see clearly how flawed Yuya is and the fact that his character goes through a deconstruction throughout the entire story is honestly so good in a VERY refreshing way. Any other show would usually have the protagonist fulfilling his convictions at a much earlier point with lighter consequences in order to validate his feelings here but I’m glad they didn’t do that with Yuya.
I know my explanation for why I love this moment of his might seem odd but like… he’s far from a perfect protagonist and I absolutely love that so much about him.
1. My absolute favorite moment of his is episodes 31/32 aka his duel vs Shingo during MCS.
This is, of course, the very definition of what an Entertainment Duel is. Everything about it is true entertainment. But there’s a big difference in this duel than all other Entertainment duels Yuya participated in, I think. And that’s
… his own. True. Genuine. Smile.
Born out of his own excitement for the duel. For himself. Not for the crowd. Not for any of his friends.
I know very well that it’s not true that to make others smile, you have to smile yourself first… but honestly, happiness translates so much better when you yourself truly are happy. It’s just so much easier to make others happy that way.
For that reason I LOVE this moment to death. This is why, imo, this was the best Entertainment duel he pulled off in the show. He wasn’t dueling to win or to win over the crowd (explicitly, at least). He was mainly dueling to push himself and to have fun with it, and the crowd’s excitement later arising from seeing him like that is incredibly realistic.
I can say so because… well, I was basically a part of that cheering crowd.
I loved all his duels up to this point but damn this one in particular… I was like… Entertainment Dueling. Is. Real.
Yeah believe it or not, I was still not convinced until this duel. My gods. What a life changer.
pairing: klaus mikaelson x reader, past matt donovan x reader
word count: 2462
a/n: not a request xx
You were tired.
That’s the excuse you had used, at least.
Tired and drunk.
You two had been talking for so long. His presence had filled you with a sense of content, his voice lulling you into warm sleepiness. You had no idea how many drinks he’d bought you. You knew it had surprised him, you initiating the kiss, and you’d like to say that you surprised yourself, but that wasn’t exactly the truth.
Request: Could I maybe make a BuckyXreader request? I’m tired of seeing so many fics end in sec ya know. I was hoping for something where the reader and Bucky have been a couple and go to have sexual for the first time but the readers panics and it gets all cute and fluffy and bucky comforts the reader and is all like “I’ll wait for you” and just really cute stuff. (requested by @better-thana-fairytale)
Word Count: 1210
Warnings: pre-smut + fluff
A/N: I’m so happy, guys, this is my first request ever. I hope I did it justice! Thank you so much to Courtney for requesting, I really love this idea and I hope you like the fic 💛
On the rare occasion that the Avengers get a day off, I don’t think anyone would’ve guessed they’d spend it at the beach. That’s exactly what we did, however.
That morning, Steve dragged us all out of bed at half past eight, directly following his jog, and ordered us to pack for a road trip and an ocean. No one objected, of course. We all love the beach. So after we’d gathered our things for the day, we were clambering into multiple vehicles, still somewhat half asleep as we’d only returned from a mission late last night.
I rest my head against Bucky’s shoulder in the back of Clint’s truck. Wanda takes a seat on the other side of me, condemning me to the middle. Natasha sits in the passenger, and Clint doesn’t let a single other soul touch his steering wheel, so he drives.
When we arrive, I’m dragging Natasha into a public restroom to change with me, even though my bathing suit is right under my shorts and t-shirt. Something about undressing in public just unnerves me.
Natasha watches impatiently as I pull off my t-shirt to make way for my dark red bikini. I pull down my shorts and turn to look in the mirror.
“Damn.” Nat nods from behind me. “Good choice. Barnes is gonna lose his mind.” I feel a smile makes its way to my face.
“You think so?” I ask. Nat raises her eyebrows and nods.
After revealing her own simple black one piece with a deep V that nearly reaches her belly button, we head out to the sand, where the guys have just finished setting up and are yanking their shirts over their heads. Even from meters away, I can see the hesitation in Bucky’s eyes as he watches the others pull their shirts off. I jog up behind him and wrap my hands around his waist.
“We all have scars, Bucky.” I stand on my toes to lay my head in the crook of his neck. He leans into me for a moment, watching my eyes, before nodding. I back away for him to take off the black top. Once he does, I shamelessly check him out (he is mine to check out), making sure to pass over the scars where flesh meets metal like it’s nothing. I watch his back muscles move and smile the kind of smile you give to something you know is yours.
He finally turns around, and the moment his eyes land on me, they’re widening as big as saucers.
“What?” I say. His mouth opens to respond, and he roams my body just as I had been doing to his moments ago.
“That…is…a nice bathing suit.” he says choppily. I chuckle and snake an arm around his neck, which effectively presses my breasts right into his chest.
“It is, isn’t it?” I grin.
“GET A ROOM!” I look over to see Sam cupping a hand by his mouth and grimacing. Bucky glares at him before wrapping his flesh arm right around my waist and leading me to the water.
My laugh echoes through the floor as Bucky lumbers like a maniac down the hall, my limbs wrapped around his body. I’m swinging side to side like a monkey as he over-exaggerates his movements to try to (not really) pull me off. He still keeps two hands secure on each of my ass cheeks, though I doubt that has anything to do with keeping me from falling.
Once we reach my room, he kicks the door shut and throws me on my bed. We reinstated our clothes once we left the beach, so Bucky pulls his black t-shirt over his head.
“That bathing suit of yours,” he shakes his head, “has been bothering me all day.” Something inside me flutters.
“Yeah?” I ask innocently. He nods and practically dives on top of me, playing with the strings of the bikini poking out from my shirt. His eyes are looking straight into mine, the shocking blue asking me a question. I don’t have an answer for it. Bucky and I have only been dating three months. While that might seem like a while to some people, it’s not much for someone who has a hard time opening up. Especially physically. Once you share that kind of intimacy with someone, there’s no taking it back. That’s terrifying.
Face your fear, then, I think. The thought is enough to push my lips into Bucky’s, which he immediately retaliates with his own. My fingers dig a path from his shoulders to the back of his neck to his scalp. He has both his arms propped up on either side of me, holding him as to not crush me under his weight. I hook a leg around one of his, and when he’s least expecting it, roll us over so that I’m straddling him. Our lips don’t separate once, but I can feel him smile.
“It’s like that?” he mumbles into my mouth. My hands plant themselves against his bare chest. He expertly yanks my shirt over my head by the back, once again revealing my bikini, which he departures his lips from mine to stare at. He shakes his head in disbelief. Then, when I’m least expecting it, rolls his entire body, along with mine, back to their original placing.
“Sneaky little-” I cut myself off when I feel something hard brush against my inner thigh. I know what it is, but the unexpectation makes me shriek and escape Bucky’s loose grasp on me. I pull up to the far of the bed by my headboard with wide eyes. It’s only then do I realize what I’ve just done.
“Oh my god.” I say quickly. “Sorry.” There’s a wave of panic coursing through me, making me shudder. Goddamnit. “I’m sorry.” I whisper, but the fear gripping my limbs is distracting me. Bucky’s eyes are alarmed for a moment before they soften. He crawls up beside me, where I’ve wrapped myself into a little ball. He puts his arms around my waist and tugs me loose.
“It’s okay.” he shakes his head. My chest heaves with an uneasy breath. Stupid fear.
“No…” I try to form a sentence, to tell him it’s not, but something in me is making my voice falter. I shouldn’t have pushed myself. But my stupid fear. I’m not a virgin, I’m no saint. But it’s almost scary how easily Bucky has drawn me to him in the past three months. No one has let me open up so fast, and it’s so foreign that I can’t help but force my walls back up every now and again.
I take a shaky breath. I’ve ruined the moment. Stupid. Bucky pulls me into his lap and gently pushes my head down to lay on his hard chest. He rests his chin on top of my hair.
“Don’t be sorry.” he murmurs. “I can wait.” He pulls back for a moment to look me in the eyes so that I know he’s being truthful. “I’ll wait for you.”
Minseok stood in the doorway
of your bathroom and watched as you worked to apply the finishing touches to
your makeup. He’d spent weeks begging you to accompany him to the company’s
Christmas party but now that the time had come, the party was the last place he’d
like to be. He’d tried so hard to get you to agree so that the two of you would
be able to spend some time, if only a little, together after all of the
year-end events and concerts he’d been forced to attend.
However, that plan flew out the
window as soon as he made it home.
Minseok wanted to spend the
first day that he was home making up for lost time but he’d been unable to get
away from even more rehearsals and events. He’d been forced to spend his first
night back in town in the studio working on the choreography for a concert when
all he really wanted was to be at home with you.
language words maybe? Idk I can’t remember.
Author’s Note: It’s
been a gazillion years since I’ve written anything so I’m sorry if
this is actual garbage but at least it’s completed garbage so there’s
that. Also, I didn’t edit this. Partially because my back hurts too
much to keep sitting at this computer desk and partially just because of
who I am as a person (I’m lazy). Let me know what you think??
😞so, i’ve noticed a trend among many writers lately that does not sit too well with me, so i would like to take a quick second to acknowledge their frustration.
see, i follow many talented writers after stumbling upon fics that i end up falling in love 😍 with bcuz of how it made me feel or how my fave character (im trash for Bucky😏) was portrayed or even bcuz i want to binge read every piece of work made available on these author’s masterlists. even after ppl complain, constantly ask for the next update, ask for re-writes (😐seriously?!) & other self-centered behavior, these artists continue to be gracious writers😌.
however, i haven’t been a very good job as a reader as i was before😔. prior to this semester, i was honored to be a beta reader for some of you as a way of showing my support but since classes started, it’s been hectic! sometimes when school/hw/kids/time allows, I’ll read a fic until the next distraction comes up & keeps me from giving feedback or commenting at that moment or when i miraculously DO get a breather😥.
so what does that mean? it means that the author doesn’t know how they wrote a scene so vividly that i swear i was there or how i cried😭, laughed😂, loved😍, felt & experienced in a particular chapter or even how i learned about things i never knew were “things"😲!
for this, i wanted to acknowledge your passion💗& creativity🤔💭 to write a fic, imagine, drabble, etc.
i want to acknowledge the time⏳ you spend writing on laptops💻, tablets & even *gulp* cell phones📱😨 instead of sleeping/relaxing 😴, doing homework📚✏, hanging out w/friends, family, kiddos or bae💋.
i want to acknowledge your gifts 🎁 in forms of writing that you don’t even have to write or share at all but am grateful that you do😊 & all for 🆓💸!!!
so, I’m gonna give my all to be a better reader 💯 bcuz really…what is it that’s being asked for in return😕?
▪FEEDBACK (w/o being ungrateful or critical)
▪ACKNOWLEDGEMENT (of your time & efforts)
if i have the time to read a fic, i should have the time to do my part by supporting you & your work whether by a “this was awesome!” or “i loved this ending/chapter/_____”, a gif, emoji 👍/😂/😭/💜, or if given time, a lil feedback with some details but WITHOUT SPOILERS (c'mon ppl, stop doing that😐). bcuz i really do appreciate you writers as well as your talent. i know i couldn’t do what you do…i can barely get thru writing dissertations without pulling all my hair out😠😭!
Ok I’m soooooo sorry! I got super distracted! You guys are
too good to me for sticking around! And for the moment, smuts are on the slow
go… I’m getting super stuck on all of them! Also continue to send me CBJ info
AND COYOTES info!!! Trying to get a bunch done this week to keep me moving.
Also I’m working on a multichapter Auston Matthews one, but I don’t want to
post until I get it mostly done so you guys aren’t waiting, but that’s taking
some of the time as well… so stick with me here ok! I’m working on things!
Love you guys! Enjoy!
Anon Request: Hi!! Can I please have a Derick Brassard
imagine where you’re pregnant during playoffs and go into labour during a game?
Authors Note: The italic paragraph is Harry describing Elise an event in his point of view. (Sorry if it is confusing, but it will make sense once you reach it). Thank you so much for reading my work!! Previous parts found HEREXx
When Harry told me to pack a bag for the weekend I did not take him seriously one bit, I assumed he was just trying to be cheeky and make up for our previous disagreement; turns out, he was serious about the weekend. He — presumably with the help of Anastasia — Planned a small getaway just for the two of us, promising that his phone would be used at a minimum and I was *all* his for the whole weekend, no interruptions, no business talk, no business problems, or even clients that need to be seen. He is absolutely, one-hundred percent mine for at least the next forty-eight hours. Oh, how so much can be done in forty-eight hours without interruptions…
Despite having a splendid cabin to relax in and partake in various activities with my boyfriend, I find myself hand in hand with Harry while we stroll along a hiking trail he specifically selected.
A walk within nature is refreshing; the rich air fills my lungs with a sense of clarity. The worn trail leads a route through a chirr of insects sounding while within the terrain of old decayed logs, some softened by rot, along with many forest-y like shrubs, towering trees, and tussock grass. Thick grass carpets contoured lines as a border for the narrow pathway we travel on— between the rich verdant woodlands on either side of us. The further I advance the more of a lush scent radiates from the various grasses that line the channels, the dips and curves of the uneven terrain.
“Harry, are you sure there are no snakes?” I challenge while I continue to gaze over the region, feeling as if I have been undividedly swallowed by a viridian forest of chaparral.
“Elle, you’re in the heart of nature. Just relax and enjoy the walk.” Harry responds, appearing to appreciate the calmness of the trail and the greenery it contains. I have never really been fond of walking trails, I find them rather boring, in my eyes all I see is greenery and random shrubs that may or may not be poisonous, but, Harry seems to appreciate the walk in nature, the least I can do is smile and breathe in the fresh air. After all, there have been things over the years he has done for me that he has thoroughly despised, such as attending a few theatre productions with me, and not complaining through the Nut-Cracker — that he found to be unquestionably tedious and torturous.
We subsequently reach the top end of the trail, the peak of the trail allowing us to appreciate a promising landscape. My eyes set themselves among the breathtaking panoramas over the edge — it’s almost as if the whole world is at the edge of my feet, — Rugged Alpine mountains line the distance where the snow caps peak the skyline, the mountains accompanied by a thick mist at the base where rolling land dip and curve in the spaces between the hilly mountains and the valleys.
“It seems so peaceful out there.” My eyes continue to gaze over the view thoroughly, taking in the beautiful detail and picturesque scenery offered, from the rigid cerulean mountains to the shadow the mountains cast over the scattered villages — almost as though the mountains are nature’s shielding casings for the settlements before them.
Harry’s arm benevolently encloses itself around my waist, a small kiss becoming pressed to my cheek.
“It does, it’s a lovely view, I love the colour variations between the landscapes, how the colours elegantly dip and transition. It is remarkable.” He agrees with the sense of peacefulness the distance emits. “Tell you what else is lovely?” He begins with a slight chuckle,
“You’re about to say something incredibly cheesy and cute, aren’t you?” I smile, my eyes turning to gaze at him, his view being one of my all time favourites. I can never get enough of his features, his blue-green eyes that sometimes turn to grey, his pink lips, or even the way his nose crinkles at times.
He shrugs, his eyes moving back towards the landscape before us, “I was,” he nods, “But since you just outed me, I will refrain from my comment.” He continues as I lean into him, his arm becoming tighter.
“I want to hear it,” I gently poke at him,
“Nope, are you ready to go back down the trail?” He questions and I nod, taking one last look at the view before I move from Harrys embrace and begin to step away from the edge.
“You coming?” I turn to smile at Harry, holding out my hand. I observe as he timidly nods, his hand fidgeting in his pocket. “Harry?” I narrow my eyes onto him and he catches onto my glare, he makes his way closer to me and takes my hand, his fidgeting making me curious. “Why are you fidgety?” I softly question as we begin to walk back down the trail.
“Uhm,” ..“Sorry, love. I couldn’t help myself and quickly checked my phone.” he clears his throat, seeming a little apprehensive and nervous. I shrug it off and kiss his cheek, assuring him I am not mad — if that is what is making him timid and nervous.
My eyes stay focused on the rocky trail while I continue to admire the surroundings I missed on the way up the trail. Harry’s voice distracts me at a distance and it takes me a moment to realise he isn’t right beside me, again.
“Elise, wait a second.” He affectionately calls,
“This is the third time-” I begin as I stop in my tracks and turn around, immediately freezing when my eyes coincide with his. He returns to me a grinning smile, his eyes glistening a penetrating bluish-green from the rays of sunlight radiating down on us. I stand speechless, a tiny box in his hand, a diamond shining radiantly from the sun.
“Since the day I met you, I knew I wanted to one day marry you.” He stammers, appearing nervous, a tone I barely ever catch.
A stuttering Harry is scarcely every detected. He’s always calm and confident when speaking, it’s how he tends to make his territory. The only other times I have seen him seeming timid or nervous was for a few major business settlements, and a wedding toast he was terrified as hell to make. It took him two glasses of strong liquor to calm him down and convince him that his speech was perfect and that he, in fact, did not need to prepare an expeditious getaway. “For almost five years I have looked into your beautiful eyes, witnessed your adoring smile, and have had the privilege to wake up beside you for the last two years we have lived together. I have fallen in love with you, every inch of your personality, your body, and soul; your witty comments, and your touch. I love you,” he continues, gaining a little confidence as his hand shakes a little. “I have come to realise that you have put up with a lot of my shit that my business throws at us; you have been one of the only ones to stick by me, even when things go south, you are there… you are the girl that my Mum used to tell me about, she told me that I would find a girl that starts a wildfire in my soul, a girl that is captivating in every way, talented, caring, loving, and most of all a girl that will stand by me even when things get tough…” ..“She told me to marry the girl that I wouldn’t want any other man to be with, the girl I want to dance with it at random hours, to marry the girl that stays even when she has seen me at my worst….., and I was wondering if you’d take the next step with me and marry me?” The proposal makes my heart skip a beat. A question I didn’t think he’d ask me, at least not for a while.
We’ve never discussed marriage, I honestly did not expect to hear this speech for a while; I thought he would drop hints, or I would have to drop the hints by bringing it up or leaving my laptop open on a wedding dress page for him to find and freak out over, but none of that seemed to have happened… Neither of us has dropped hints. But here he is on one knee with a beautiful diamond ring cushioned within the box.
I stare down at him, lost for words, lost in my own thoughts.
This, this is really happening.
“Really?” My voice comes out as more of a squawk rather than a regular tone, my own nerves beginning to rapidly pulsate. He nods, a smile spread across his face, his dimples becoming exhibited. I stare into his eyes, bewildered and clouded.
This explains why he was timid before we started walking down the trail again, why he was fidgeting his hand in his pocket, blaming it on him just wanting to check his phone… Was he wanting to pop the question with a stunning view in the background? Was he just too nervous to do it?
I open my mouth, promptly closing it as a sense of nerves takes control of my body, I can’t tell if I’m incredibly dismayed by the sudden question or if I’m about to throw up from being put on the spot.
His eyes soften as they do their best to interpret my own, “Elise?” a delicate film begins to cover his eyes — a covering that looks as though a tear is threatening to spill from his gorgeous eyes.
Without much more consideration I find my head nodding, a “yes,” slipping from my lips. The moment the word escapes my tongue my lungs fill with fresh air, a smile embroidering itself across my lips. His smile stretches wide, his agile fingers taking the delicate ring from the box, gingerly sliding the ring onto my finger before I’m kissing him ever so sincerely. We pull away, still smiling at each before he breaks the silence,
“For a minute I thought you were going to turn me down.” He clears his throat, placing the ring box back into his pocket.
“I uhm.. I stopped breathing for a moment.” I chuckle,
“Yeah I thought so, you just looked at me with a stunned expression.“
"Well, you did just out of the blue propose to me,” I remind him, wondering just how much thought he put into this.
“It wasn’t entirely out of the blue.” He shakes his head while we begin to continue to walk down the trail.
“We have never discussed marriage."
"Well… true, but we have been dating nearly five years.” He acknowledges my point, reminding me that our five year anniversary is swiftly approaching, along with his twenty-sixth birthday. Damn, how time goes by moderately quickly.
Harry catches me admiring my ring while I sit relaxed in the bed, the comforter draped over my legs. He leans on the doorframe, a smirk coated cutely across his face, a mug cupped in his hand. I bite my lip and give him an innocent smile, blushing at the fact he caught me watching my ring glisten in the lighting.
“Is it real or fake, darling?” He questions, seeming to be amused by the fact I am delighted with the diamond on my finger.
“Oh ha-ha,” I roll my eyes, “It is extraordinarily beautiful, you have a good eye,” I confess, rather surprised that he chose so well and selected something that suits my style.
“Mhm,” he hums, stepping into the room, leaning over the bed and handing me the mug he was previously cupping in his large hand, “Here, sweetheart.” I take the mug and press my lips to the rim, relishing in the aftertaste of the tea he graciously made for me.
“So, can I know the details?” I reference to the whole proposal, curious of his thoughts and planning involved. He crawls onto the bed and lays himself down beside me,
“How you asked my Dad and stuff.”
“I have had the ring for six months sitting at the jeweller, I had both your parents look at it before I bought it. I was going to propose on the trip, but I had to go back and deal with my bloody business, then I thought of doing it on our anniversary in a few weeks, but I thought it would be far too typical and public at a restaurant.. it has been in my pocket waiting for the right moment.” He explains, once again surprising me with the fact that he had the ring six months ago and never dropped a hint about it. Not one. “As for asking your Dad, that was the hard part.” He admits with a low voice.
The thought of marriage lingered in my mind for a while, in fact, it was March of last year when I decided that I wanted to propose to you. The moment I knew I wanted to marry you is a whole other story that will have to wait for another time. Anyway, when the idea arose, I began to ponder on different things, whether you would say yes, whether your parents would give me their blessings, I even had to think about whether the two of us would be better off staying the way that we were — happily in a relationship as we had just crossed the four year mark. I sat at my desk trying to think of a way to ask your Father, preferably in a way that he would give me a yes. I wondered about it for quite a while, it wasn’t until mid-May that I gathered up the courage to speak to your Father about marrying you. It worked out kind of perfectly, it just happened your Dad asked if I could have a car organised to pick him up at the airport, so I did, but I decided to accompany him. Your Dad played along perfectly into my plan, inviting me in once we arrived at his house — we spoke about business, his trip to Chicago, the stock market, all that nitty-gritty stuff you hate discussing with me. It was nerve-wracking, sitting in front of your Dad while he sipped on a glass of bourbon, explaining to me his own business things. It was in the moment that your Mum walked in with the lovely smile that you got for her, that I realised it was now or never. Well, it was also in that moment you began to call me and interrupt my process, making me even more nervous and uneasy. I managed to calm myself down after getting off the phone with you and I looked over at your Dad.. with a nervous breath I politely asked your mother to join our conversation, that is when I proceeded my speech, and yes, I remember it all like it was yesterday. “For a while, I have been thinking about what I am about to ask, I have put a lot of thought into this and think it is the right thing to do. I love Elise, it has been evident since the first time she introduced me to you two as her parents. Your daughter… your daughter is the girl that I would go to the ends of the world for, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for her. We have been together for four years, and I would like to vow to her to stay with her for another seventy-four or for how many more years I live. I am asking for your blessing to marry Elise.” I am pretty sure I stuttered through the whole damn thing, and I remember staring at your Dad as he gave me his answer, “no.” I was devastated, I kinda just looked at him, unsure of why he turned me down, and that is when your Mum burst into laughter, making me feel even worse about myself. I thought she was laughing at me. turns out that wasn’t the case. “You should see your face,” Your Dad chuckled, extremely amused by my lack of words and expression.
“Put him out of his misery, you had your fun.” Your Mum piped in, giving me a grinning smile. “We actually spoke about this the other week and wondered when you would finally ask us. Yes, you can marry Elise… It is about damn time you bloody ask, thought it would never happen.” Your Dad smiled, giving me his blessing to marry you, along with a fucking heart attack. “Even asked while in a suit and tie, how could we say no?” Your Mum continued, settling the situation and assuring me that they would not have said no and that it was purely a joke. So, that is how that went…..
Yeah, wow, no. I’m way too distracted by Star Trek, Harry Potter, the string theory, the dynamics of flight, high-frequency trading, pop music trends, and alternate history fiction to even consider acting that way. It wouldn’t even occur to me.
I know I’m late - I had to work all day yesterday and today, and when I first got those jobs I’d anticipated I’d be frustrated about missing the finale live, but, well - after last week’s episode, I mostly wasn’t interested at all. When I sat down tonight to watch it, I almost didn’t want to. I was highkey convinced I wouldn’t like it, and, yeah, I didn’t. Not particularly. I’ve suspected for a while that Supernatural lost its grandeur and sense of tragedy years ago, and all that’s left is a bunch of occasionally magnificent, but mostly unconnected, monster hunts - that they’re grasping at straws to avoid going down paths that would actually make sense because they don’t want to go there - and this finale confirmed all that with the subtlety of a badly driven tank.
(Really - I was hoping things would be different, but they’re not. As much as this show held my hand and made me laugh and cry in difficult moments and distracted me when real life was plain unbearable, the magic is no longer there. I watched the finale with that same awful weight in your stomach you feel when faced with that one person you no longer love - when you look and look and you don’t understand how you could ever love them in the first place, and then your eye catches something - they way their mouth curves into a smile, perhaps, or the once beloved lilt in their voice, and you realize that oh, that’s how.
But still, it’s over.)
So, what happens next?
The honest answer is, I don’t know. I’ve been mostly off tumblr for a week, and while I missed chatting and talking with you guys, this self-imposed break really brought home just how my world has shrunk. I tend to be very intense in what I like, and over the last year, 90% of my free time has been Supernatural. Writing stories, writing metas, creating the odd graphic, reblogging other people’s posts and ooohing and aaaawing at their creations and insight - that was great, but it also cut my mental landscape into a tiny little postcard. And this past week - I did things. I discovered new stuff, I read real books, I faffed around weird Wikipedia pages, I lost myself in other series, I planted beans and basil and edible flowers. And I liked it - a lot. So whatever I do next, I’ll be on tumblr a lot less, because - I’m sorry - I’ve been fearing for a while that Supernatural simply wasn’t worth this level of devotion, and this finale pretty much confirmed that. So - really - I’ll keep reblogging gifs and I’ll probably write the occasional headcanon and feel free to ask me things and come talk to me and everything else, but please know that I’m not that positive about this show anymore, so if you want rainbows and ponies, my blog’s probably not the best place to get them. I’ll definitely keep writing, and I hope I’ve got enough love left in me to finish my DCBB, but other than that - I think I’m done. It’s likely I’ll watch the show next year, but I’ll certainly not anticipate new episodes and squeal at the screen and bleed my own blood all over it or anything. And maybe this will hurt at some point - God, I loved this show so goddamn much - but for now I’m just numb.
So, here goes - quite possibly, my last meta.
Cas: Yes, They Went There
This is what we’re all wondering, isn’t it? Is Cas really dead?
No, he isn’t. If Misha was leaving the show, we’d know about it. Like, of course they’d keep it under wraps until the last episode, but it’d be out today - no reason it wouldn’t. Plus, from a narrative point of view, Cas’ death doesn’t make any sense. He just died after fucking up - again - and he never got to make his Big Choice between Heaven and *coughs* humanity, plus they’re having so much fun jerking us around with that yeah so maybe he and Dean they’re in love thing, why would they stop now? So, honestly, his ‘death’ was his only good moment during this season finale. Like, he obviously wasn’t brainwashed brainwashed, so it didn’t make any sense he wouldn’t involve Sam and Dean in his overly simplistic scheme, plus he’s been acting stupid and out of character the whole time he was on screen - and, I get Cas is hard to write, but come on. Renting a cabin under the name James Novak when he can hypnotize it out of some guy without leaving a paper trace? Reading books and taking online classes about childbirth? This from a guy who’s not a guy at all and has instinctive knowledge of physics and whatever and knows perfectly well that thing inside Kelly isn’t a human child, anyway, so he might as well take woodworking classes for all the good that would do him? Uh. Not to mention his random snooping into alternate dimensions he knew nothing about when he was supposed to be taking care of Kelly - if AU!Bobby had killed him, or if he’d fallen into a pit or whatever else, Kelly would have remained alone in that cabin basically waiting for Lucifer to find her. Honestly - why do they bother writing Cas at all if they can’t get him right?
Destiel: Still Subtext
And more bad news: five seasons of queerbaiting - and counting. This season finale had to be the one with the least amount of UST or pining or any kind of fuckery between them since, I don’t know, ever? Sure, there were moments, and I could list them, but why should I? Look at Cas doing his own thing, and what does it matter if he was staring at the water (possibly thinking about that fish which started everything, and by everything I mean Cas’ love for humanity, and by humanity I mean Dean), and what does it matter if Dean, as usual, is the one fretting about Cas and worrying about Cas and being all undignified and unmanly? It’s been years, and Dean was unusually chatty during the whole finale, so I’m sure some of us were like, ALERT ALERT THIS IS WHEN IT HAPPENS (not me, because I’m grumpy and disillusioned), and nope, not the time. Better luck next season, guys.
Honestly, at this point there are no good options.