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agirlcalledfrost  asked:

OH OH OH PLEASE TELL US A BOARDING SCHOOL STORY PRETTY PLEASE

so my school had this thing called “senior skip day,” except that senior skip day didn’t exist and every year the administration sent out emails in the spring that were like DON’T FUCKIN SKIP CLASS OR YOU WILL RECEIVE RESTRICTION (restriction was like, my boarding school’s equivalent of detention where instead of staying after school you had to go to bed early and help stuff envelopes advertising the summer program until your hands were BLOODIED AND CRIPPLED BY CARPAL TUNNEL) and every year the seniors were like YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!

  • spoiler alert: yes they can? THEY ALWAYS CAN.
  • 200 years of american high school and teenagers still think that there is a cap limit on kids in detention and that you can leave after 15 minutes if the teacher doesn’t show up.

anyway, my senior year, we all got together and nattered at each other until some brave soldier (i feel like it was my friend paula but WHO KNOWS) was like “OK SENIOR SKIP DAY IS THIS THURSDAY!!!! NOBODY GO TO CLASS OR UR A SCAB.”

  • she didn’t say scab because she’s not from the 1920s and we aren’t newsies, though this story would be way more interesting if we were
  • what she said was “YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!”
  • except not yolo because it was 2009 and drake hadn’t been invented yet except as a dear sweet boy in a wheelchair.

we also used this email system to communicate with one another that has very deeply informed the way i understand email and which probably makes it very frustrating to be my friend and receive emails that have subject lines like “URGENT” and then just 42 links to the same florida georgia line youtube video.

  • I’M NOT ASHAMED, but in that way where like i kind of AM ashamed so i’m really aggressively NOT ashamed? 

so the day of reckoning rolls around and my alarm goes off at 8 (class started at 8:05 but i liked to PLAY WITH FIRE when it came to being late; my mom actually asked the school to stop emailing her when i was a sophomore because i was late so often that their rote “Mrs. Ofgeography we are emailing you to say—” was CLOGGING UP HER INBOX and she was like “i GET IT MY CHILD IS THE MOST BORING MISCREANT OF ALL TIME.”) and i looked at my roommate elle and she looked at me and went, “you going?”

“hell no,” i said. “YOLO. they can’t punish all of us.”

elle, who was far prettier and far cooler than i was with the notable exception of her obsession with tswift’s “love story” and her tendency to look at the endangered species list and cry sometimes during study hall, quickly bizounced across the street to this shopping center thing where all the cool kids smoked in secret where huge trucks dropped off clothes for the Dress Barn. i think there were also tennis courts nearby. more importantly there was this chinese food delivery place and a lil restaurant that made HELLA BAGELS.

  • WHAT KIND OF BAGELS?
  • FUCKIN
  • HELLA.

off goes elle! meanwhile i’m like, “yessssss i’m gonna use senior skip day to watch 14 hours of tv shows and eat frozen peanut butter bars that i stole from the dining hall! I’M GONNA LIVE LIKE I’M 23 ALONE IN CHICAGO ON A WEEKEND WHEN MY ONLY PLAN IS TAKEOUT AND CUDDLING WITH THE FAUX-SNOW-LEOPARD BLANKET I WILL ONE DAY SURELY OWN.” 

of course, during this time the administration was continuing to send out emails that reminded us with increasing urgency that senior skip day was NOT A THING and that we were ALL GETTING RESTRICTION if we didn’t get our STUPID ASSES TO CLASS, GODDAMNIT, WE ARE NOT RUNNING A CIRCUS HERE. 

but i was like! yolo, motherfuckers!!! i already got into college, YOU CAN’T TOUCH ME.

at some point during the day elle and our friend ginna came back to the room with takeout from the chinese delivery place and we sat on our floor eating it and probably watching veronica mars or looking at the endangered species list and crying.

all of a sudden, elle said, “guys shut up, guys shut up, GUYS SHUT UP,” and ginna and i were like, “WHAT we have a LOT to SAY about FRIED FUCKING DUMPLINGS, ELLE,“ and elle said, "did you hear that?”

“hear what?”

that!”

‘that’ was the sound of one of our dorm moms, mrs. f, knocking on doors and saying things like, “IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR BUTTS TO CLASS IN 5 MINUTES YOU’RE ON CATEGORY 4 RESTRICTION FOREVER.” elle quickly scampered up our raised beds to hide in the corner, where a tiny human like elle could actually hide from view; i leapt immediately into what we called a closet but was basically a cubby with a flap that was DEFINITELY not meant for a 5'8” individual with knobby as hell knees.

our door, which was never locked because we both hated the effort of typing in the lock code, opened. mrs. f said, “mollyhall?”

i held my breath. 

  • i should add here that i seemed to be operating on like a scooby-doo level of logic where basically i thought that she was somehow NOT ALLOWED to investigate?
  • like, if she can’t see me, there is NO POSSIBLE WAY that she could prove i’m in here, right?
  • she’ll just poke her head in and be like oH GOSH NO KIDS HERE and leave!!

you can see the flaw in my logic.

mrs. f sighed. “mollyhall, i know you’re in here, i literally heard your voice ten seconds ago.”

  • there’s no WAY she guesses i’m in the closet!!!

“mollyhall, i know you’re in the closet.”

  • NO YOU DON’T
  • I AM SCHRÖDINGER’S SENIOR

“mollyhall—”

there was a creak. mrs. f stopped. it wasn’t actually a “creak,” so much as this like, prolonged groan? like it’s the sound an elephant would make if it sat on a really large accordion.

i poked my head out of the closet. mrs. f looked at me. elle sat up.

i said, “where’s ginna?”

  • YOU KNOW WHERE GINNA WAS.

“um,” said elle, “she’s in the—”

  • GINNA NO

ginna yes.

i really wish i could describe the sound the ceiling made when it collapsed. it sounded a lot like the way losing your breath feels. i sort of remember ginna falling in like, really slow motion, like i could see the expression on her face. i didn’t really think about how i would describe this in words. ginna’s face said:

  • oh no.
  • what have i done?
  • this was a mistake. 
  • i regret a series of decisions that i have made.
  • is there a way out of this?
  • are those oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
  • why are there oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
  • mollyhall, you HAVE a food cupboard, what good is a food cupboard if you don’t—
  • oh, crap.

she belly flopped onto the floor. i mean, the girl bounced. and then she just laid there. mrs. f looked at her. elle looked at her. i looked at her, still mostly in the closet. we were all going to get category 4 restriction forever.

ginna said, “hi, mrs. f. i feel like i should explain.”

question: why is all the shit that happened to Garcia early on basically looked over?

spoilers everywhere. I wrote this at midnight powered by cherry seven up. read at your own risk.

obviously there’s the stuff with Penelope’s parents that fucked with her, but that’s not what I mean. I’m talking about how in The Fisher King she believed she was responsible for the near deaths of nearly all her friends because of how information was stolen from her system. about how Gideon yelled at her when all she needed was reassurance, because she truly had good intentions. about how her teammates made her feel inferior for the whole thing. about how much she must’ve hated herself for letting the people she cared about get hurt. this affected her so much that over a year later, she still references how terrified she became when Elle got hurt and her team was threatened. think about how hard she must’ve worked to change her coding to protect the team better. all the time that would’ve taken.

think about how she finally finally finally gets a random guy asking her out and making her feel special. think about how all of her friends (who admittedly had good intentions) made her feel like she was probably just being used. and how it turned out that they were right - she was being used. he wasn’t interested in her. not only is that the kind of thing that destroys years of working to love yourself, it just so happens that she nearly died in the process. she was an inch away from getting a bullet to the heart. she saw a light at the end of the tunnel. she jokes about it, but god, we all talk about Reid’s near death experience haunting him, don’t you think it haunts her to know she was that close to being absolutely gone? she had her hopes shattered and was on the verge of losing her life. the whole experience seemingly teaches her one lesson: you cannot trust anyone to genuinely love you. do you know the kind of issues that come with that shit? her meeting Kevin directly after and jumping right into a relationship pisses me the fuck off. no way anyone has the confidence to do that, not even my badass baby. I’m sorry, I love Kevin, but no. so it wasn’t dealt with instantly after. when? was? this? dealt with? when did we see her struggling through this? oh right. we fucking didn’t. her rejecting Kevin because she’s afraid of commitment is not fucking good enough.

not to mention what she had to deal with when she left the hospital. she was forced to wield a gun in her own home. that alone is something that would tear her up her inside, but imagine that right after she had that near death experience. imagine that while she’s convinced one of the people she cares about most, Morgan, is out there, facing the person who tried to kill her, and she has no idea if he’s safe or not, if he can protect her or not. she has to come to terms with the fact that she pointed a gun at him and he pointed a gun at her. these are the kinds of things that don’t go away. these are the kinds of things that come flashing back to your mind every time you go to that place. that place was her home. it’s supposed to be her refuge, her fortress where she brings nobody. she probably couldn’t even go to her favorite coffee place for months after.

think about how just as she must’ve learned to feel safe again, she finds out a network of extremely skilled hitmen is after her. the refuge in her home that she was trying to rebuild is once again ripped to shreds. she can’t even go there anymore. she’s stuck in the place she associates with fear and terror and gore, and no amount of fun colored glasses or card games can take that away. not to mention the terror that has to constantly run through your veins when your life is under such a great threat that there is no safe house safe enough. this was dealt with better I feel, but I still wish there had been some tie in with all the shit she had gotten over previously.

answer: I don’t fucking know why all the shit she faced was looked over, but I’m fucking pissed about it. Penelope Garcia is one of my favorite characters of all time and honestly, the fact that she tried to resign does not surprise me after all the shit they put her and her family through. and as much as I would miss my baby, I do want her to at least take time off. if they sweep this under the rug and say “well, Reid is back, she’ll feel better and won’t want to leave anymore” I’m gonna fucking scream. that is not how feelings work. for the love of god, if they keep this up where they only give her feelings when it’s convenient to make her look like a softie, I’m gonna commit murder worthy of the first five minutes. do you hear me?

and if you dare insult my baby I will fucking deck you.

Wicked Games: A Bughead Fanfic. Chapter One.

Summary: 

She’s the world’s most famous supermodel.
This comes with a stalker who proves to be more dangerous than she ever imagined and a 24-hour bodyguard who’s as serious as he is handsome. In a world where she no longer feels safe, Betty Cooper fights to get her life back and discovers all the things she had been missing along the way.

To B.C. I Still Love You is ending soon so I thought up this little gem. I hope ya’ll like it. :)

Here’s the story on my AO3.


You’ve heard those stories about celebrities who have been killed by their crazy stalker fans. It’s pretty rare, but it does happen. There are always going to be fans who tend to get a little too obsessive, a little too attached. Sometimes it’s fine. Sometimes this just means that they write you letters every single day or send you packages with used condoms or something just as equally disgusting. It wasn’t exactly an ideal situation, but it was to be expected when you were famous. It was something you were made aware of beforehand.

Betty Cooper’s situation started with a letter.

She was used to getting a lot of fan mail. It was the entire reason that she opened up a P.O. box. Being a widely sought after model would do things for your popularity, believe it or not. She never expected that she’d end up on a shitty informercial, so the fact that she was on the cover of fashion magazines like Vogue, Cosmo, Glamour, and Elle was kind of insane to her. Insane but very welcomed.

She was used to the letters that she’d get in the mail about how much she was adored, if she could please follow a fan on Twitter, if she could check out someone’s Instagram page. She was used to people writing her and telling her about how she gave them the confidence to go out and do what they loved, how she saved them. Those were the things that she loved. She loved knowing that she could help people out in the world. She wasn’t exactly sure what she did to help them out exactly, but she wasn’t complaining. If she helped people reach their goals then she was happy.

It wasn’t all nice, though. She’d also get quite a bit of hate mail. Her manager was good about tossing it out before she could read it, but sometimes a few snuck by and every time it was just as hard to read as the first time. Letters screaming at her for posing naked on magazine covers (even though she always covered herself), calling her a whore and slut and every other imaginable name possible. Telling her to find God and ask him for forgiveness for her sinful acts. She didn’t understand those people. She wasn’t doing anything wrong. It was her job, her passion. She tried to ignore their words, but you can only get called a “gold digging home wrecker” so many times before it started to mess with your head. She knew it was dumb. She didn’t understand how she was a gold digger. She had her own money and plenty of it. She also wasn’t a home wrecker, she hadn’t even seriously dated anyone since she started modeling and definitely not anyone who was married, but she guessed it didn’t matter. People would think what they liked to think.

Then the other letters started coming in.

The first one was right after she started casually dating NFL football star Reggie Mantle. It wasn’t anything serious at all, hardly even a relationship. They’d mainly been on a few dates for publicity because their managers said they were an attractive couple. Betty went along with it. Reggie was a nice guy, funny, and really good at keeping up a conversation. It also definitely helped that he was super handsome. But that’s all it was, just casual dating. They never even kissed.

That didn’t matter though.

Some paparazzi got a picture of them walking around Beverly Hills while eating ice-cream. It was an innocent picture, nothing romantic about it at all except for the headline that was printed all over every news tablet that mattered.

NFL HEARTTHROB REGGIE MANTLE STEPS OUT WITH MODEL GIRLFRIEND BETTY COOPER.

She could never really get over how the media was able to twist things so quickly, but she didn’t make a fuss about it. She knew this would likely happen when she agreed to the date. It was business.

Her manager dropped off her mail to her on a Thursday morning.

She didn’t actually open any of it until that Saturday night. She’d been swamped with shoots and she was looking forward to having a glass of wine and reading through her mail. Sometimes she wished she had just thrown it all away.

The first few letters were the basic fan appreciation stuff and she smiled at the sweetness in them. She smiled as a girl wrote to her about her week and how her crush had asked her out. She laughed at a story that a guy told her about a first date gone wrong. This was a way that she loved to connect with her fans. It was refreshing.

Throughout all of the mail, one stuck out like a sore thumb.

It was a black envelope. She’d never seen a black envelope before and she was immediately interested in its contents. It looked like every other envelope in her lap, but for some reason something felt really sinister about it.

Now she wishes she never opened it.

Inside of it was a cut out of a magazine cover that had her and Reggie on it. Someone had crossed out Reggie’s face with what she had assumed was a dull reddish marker. However as she looked closer she realized it wasn’t marker at all.

It was blood.

“Oh, my god,” she gasped, dropping the letter immediately.

With shaky hands she called her manager and begged her to come over immediately.

They spent the new few days trying to find out who had sent her the letter but it was no use. There was no return address.

She didn’t understand why she was so bothered by the whole thing. She was sure that it had to have been something that celebrities went through. She knew that fans could get possessive of their idols, but this just felt different. It felt wrong and really fucked up.

When there was nothing left to examine and no further leads on who could have sent it to her, her team was forced to let the whole thing go. Luckily things ended up dying down. For a while at least.

The next time, it was after a rather seductive photoshoot with another male model. She posed with male models quite often, it was part of her job and it didn’t bother her. They were usually guys that she met on the very day of the photoshoot and then she never talked to them again.

The package was dropped off on the front steps of her apartment in Los Angeles. The only time a package was ever delivered to her doorstep was when it was a personal one from family members or close friends. The doorman knew this and so she thought nothing of it.

She went into her apartment and placed the package on top of the island in her kitchen. She opened the package and pulled out the first thing she saw, which was a letter. It didn’t say anything on it except for a quote from the Bible.

Deuteronomy 22:22: “If a man is found lying with a married woman, then both of them shall die, the man who lay with the woman, and the woman…”

The quote sent chills down her spine. She didn’t understand it at all. Who was married? Was this even meant for her? And who the hell would send this to her that was a close friend or family member?

She reached into the package again and her hand enclosed over a hard, cold handle. With a shaky breath, and a racing heart, she pulled the object out and immediately started to scream.

In her hands was a knife, but that wasn’t the worst part. The blade was covered in dried blood. She threw the knife to the ground, knowing somehow that this was sent by the same person who had sent her the picture of her and Reggie.

Thirty minutes later, her manager was yelling at the front desk worker for not knowing how someone could sneak past him without his knowing. The police were trying to find any surveillance of who could have dropped off the package, but whoever it was, they were good. They knew where not to step in order to avoid cameras. It made her wonder just how often they frequented her building. The blood ended up being identified as an animal’s and she didn’t know if the thought was comforting or even more frightening.

“We will find out who’s behind this, Miss Cooper,” one of the officer’s told her.

“What if you don’t?” She whispered back from where she sat curled up on her recliner in the living room. She didn’t feel safe anymore. Her apartment was an open space, full of ceiling-to-floor windows. The blinds were closed on all of them now, but she wondered just how many times this person had looked through her windows and seen into her apartment; had seen her changing, doing the dishes, cleaning. Had they known her daily routines?

“We will. I promise.”

It’s an empty promise and that night she dreams of knives and hooded figures.

The third and more recent time it happens is the most random.

Nothing provokes it this time, at least nothing that she’s aware of. She’s been taking a bit of time off, but she knows she can’t do that forever. She needs to get back out there soon. She’s spent the few weeks off of time with her best friend and Academy Award winner, Veronica Lodge. She doesn’t feel safe at her own place anymore and Veronica offers to let her stay at her house for as long as she needs.

It happens when Veronica’s at dinner with her boyfriend.

Betty is doing laps in the large indoor swimming pool. Swimming calms her and eases her nerves that never seem to go away these days. She’s all by herself, but she doesn’t worry. Veronica lives in a gated community and it makes her feel safe.

The doorbell rings, loud throughout the entire house, and Betty jumps up in surprise. She feels panicked for a moment before she remembers where she is. Veronica always has random people showing up to her house. It’s probably just her agent or one of her friends, so Betty doesn’t think much of it whenever she gets out of the pool and covers herself in her robe before making her way to the front door.

She’s both uneasy and wary when she opens the door and sees that no one’s there. She heard the doorbell ring, she knows she did. She looks around, but it isn’t until she looks down that she sees a small rectangular box on the doormat. She picks it up and gulps as she sees that it’s her name written across the box.

She considers chucking it in the garbage, but remembers where she is. There’s no way her creepy stalker was able to figure out where she’s been staying or where Veronica lives.

She closes the door and locks it before going to sit in front of Veronica’s fireplace. She opens the box and this time, when she sees the contents inside of it, she doesn’t scream.

It’s full of pictures of her. Not just any kind of pictures though; it’s full of pictures of herself that she’s never seen before.

Pictures of her walking around Los Angeles by herself and with friends. Pictures of her inside of her apartment building that were clearly taken from outside. Pictures of her showing up to Veronica’s house. Pictures of her from a year ago when she had just gotten her haircut for a shoot. Pictures of her naked in her bedroom. They were all pictures of her that no person should have had.

She isn’t aware that she’s silently crying until a tear falls onto the picture of herself that she’s holding.

There’s a small card at the bottom of the box and she pulls it out.

No matter where you go, I’m always right there with you. I hope you enjoyed your swim. xx


Veronica comes home from her date to cop cars outside of her house. Her and her longtime boyfriend, Archie Andrews, rush inside; both scared of what they might find.

“What the hell is going on?” She shouts, unnerved.

“Miss Lodge, do you have anywhere safe you can go?” A cop asks her, trying to calm her down.

“Excuse me?” She bites. “What are you doing in my house?”

“Ronnie,” Archie says as he taps her shoulder and points to the right.

There, in the corner of the room, is Betty standing pale as if she’d just seen death itself. Her eyes are blank and it looks as if she’s staring right through the wall.

“Betty?” Veronica asks as she goes up to her best friend. “What happened?”

“Miss Lodge,” another police officer asks her, “have you seen anyone suspicious around lately? Maybe someone who you’ve never seen before that you’ve suddenly noticed? A person who you seem to see everywhere you go now?”

“What? No. No, why?”

Betty lifts up her hand and hands Veronica whatever it was that she had been holding.

It’s a photo. It’s a photo of Veronica and Archie alone at dinner tonight.

“What the hell is this?” She asks, voice shaky.

“Turn it around,” Betty whispers.

There, written on the back of the picture, are two sentences. It’s just two sentences but it’s enough to make Veronica’s entire body go cold.

It’d be so easy for me to get to you, lonely one. Sleep well.

anonymous asked:

Prompt! Dom!Jon pissed at Sansa for undermining him and "punishing" her in the bedroom.

Hi Anon! This…. this prompt…. made me think and feel things.. One of my lusted after AUs for JonSa tbh so I managed to conjure something up.

It’s quite long, so I’ll put it under the cut. Canon - compliant with some bits of dialogue from S7x01 so spoilers ahead I guess. Take it as a sort of re-write if you will. I didn’t quite go as Dom!Jon as I would have liked because ahem.. might be a bit too much (oops lol) so I tried my best. Hope you like it anon!

Unbeta’d, sorry! But enjoy nonetheless! 

* also dedicated to @kittykatknits who gave me very good insight and advice on GoT fashion and dressing. Thanks luv!  :)

* Title inspired by I See Fire by Ed Sheeran*

Rated Explicit so read at your own risk ( I got a bit hot and bothered myself..)


Winter in Our Bones, Fire in Our Hearts

“Would that be so terrible?” her voice softened along with her pleading eyes that glistened. There was nothing more for him to continue and he could only give a defeated sigh. Jon could only wonder if Sansa had any idea the effect she had on him.

How I wish you didn’t look at me that way.

Her long locks of copper, her soft red lips and her eyes staring hungrily at him were all that appeared in his dreams, every night whenever he closed his eyes and laid his head down to rest. When he awoke, he was hard as a rock, aching with need and guilt. It did little to stop him, however, when he found himself thinking of her, in her Lord’s chambers, knitting and sewing or if she was reading her favourite books. More often than not, those thoughts drifted to visions of Sansa undressing before him and how he yearned to reach out and touch.

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anonymous asked:

You denying someone request was hilarious. Idk why but it was 🏝

Hahahah I only did it bc it was @stylishmuser and she’s being really mean by feeding into my Daddy!CEO feels… like, I can’t get Harry with a baby out of my head now and all the cute things he’d do during the pregnancy…. like….. sighs. Xx


“Elle… where.. what the hell are you doing?” He sleepily asks as he finds her in the dim light of the kitchen, her hand pressed to her just showing tummy as she looks up at him, a smile across her face.

“Uhm… I hope you don’t mind.. I’m eating the fruit I prepared for you to take to work…” she gestures towards the container of mixed fruit she had previously made for him, “the baby seems to like the strawberries and it helped my nausea, strangely.” … “I’m sorry, I should have just stuck with something else, now you have no fruit to take.” She sighs, looking doen at the container.

He shakes his head and chuckles, “If you share with me, I’ll let it slide.” He winks, stepping over towards her and stealing a piece of fruit, “cmon, you need to sit, you’ve been on your feet most the day.” He comments, carefully lifting her up to sit on the counter, her legs dangling over the edge like a child.

“Thanks, so… you’re not mad?” She tilts her head to the side, watching as he plops fruit in his mouth,

“Nope,” he shakes his head.. “quite the opposite. At least you found something you can keep down. This cantaloup is really good,” he smiles, pressinf a small piece to her lips, “remind me to get more on the way home.” He adds, one hand resting on her thigh as he stands st her legs, the other leaning back into the container. “Do you feel anything yet?” He softly questions, gesturing towards her tummy,

“No, it’s too soon… I feel hungry though,” she smiles, opening her mouth for another piece of fruit, “mmm, delicious,” Elise grins before she frowns,

“No,” Harry pouts with a sigh, “little one, don’t start this one. Not at this time, be nice to your Mummy.” He moves his hand from her thigh to rest on her tummy,

“He or she didn’t like that one piece,” Elise pouts, “I think we have a picky eater… wonder where they got that from.” She smirks, staring at Harry as he grins, shrugging his shoulders.

“I have no issues with this fruit.” … “you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Wanna give me another piece? Just not the cantaloupe.” She chuckles, opening her mouth, waiting for him to feed her another piece, his lips kissing hers when she finishes the fruit.

:) xx

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BOOKS I READ IN 2016 Off Campus series by Elle Kennedy

All in all, we’re a happy group. Sometimes I worry that we’re too happy, but then a visit to Nana’s house brings things into focus. We’re happy because we want to be, because we’re pouring our energy and emotion into each other in the best possible way.

I see some people are asking about Tom and Elle, and here is the thing. Elle wrote a few tweets around spring 2016 that made it sound like they were not a couple anymore, and continued to post a few more tweets indicating she was sad about the breakup, about how she keeps herself busy to try to not think about him, and one tweet was basically asking when she would stop crying over him. So, it was clearly he who broke it off. 

There may be more than a few reasons why that may have happened. Maybe because of the simple fact that Elle is a regular person living a regular life, going to school in London while he is jetting off here and there for film shoots and whatnot and is barely in London; constant physical separation plays a big role, and that kind of high life is something another actor would understand, relate to most, which is why a lot of actors get together with other actors; they understand this kind of lifestyle, their expectations from one another are similar about availability.

As for the breakup being good or bad, she wrote a reply to a tweet someone asked whether she saw Tom’s last movie, and she replied “Tom who?”. You don’t reply like that when you had a nice little breakup. But I don’t think it was “ugly” either, just maybe an argument.

As for Z factor, I think he and Z got on immediately from the getgo and had a GREAT connection as humans. I don’t think anything romantic started happening between them until Oct 2016 or so (I may be wrong), but I do believe there were tons of innocent flirting up to that point. When you have such a strong connection with someone, it makes a bit easier to say goodbye to another person with whom your connection has weakened. So, I am not saying he broke up with her to be with Z, but it is more like it played a tiny teeny part, maybe on a subconscious level, to be so in sync with another girl. Also they may have started filming in June, but Marvel made the young cast hang together to create a natural bond between them BEFORE the film started, so we don’t know exactly when their  friendship started blossoming but I think they had a connection (on a human-to-human level) from the very start.

Also, I kinda feel for Elle’s position to be honest because even though you do your best and move on with your life after someone you still love breaks up with you because of “distance” which you can’t do anything about, you now have to deal with the fact that that person is becoming a huge star, and their face is everywhere, on your TV, in the trailers at your movie theater, on the magazines. You can’t do the “out of sight, out of mind” technique to move on. It is not impossible, but I am saying it is HARDER when your ex is a celebrity as opposed to the guy who works at your local Starbucks, and all you need to do is go to another Starbucks to not see his face again, lol.

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Jon returns North. Sansa is upset. "You just left me Jon! Without talking to me first!" The tension boils over and he finally kisses her.

 Hi Anon! Thank you for sending in the prompt! Might be a little cheesy and fluffy, with some bits of borrowed dialogue from the two recent episodes. Spoilers ahead!

Unbeta’d (it’s 1 am here) and English isn’t my first language so any mistakes, a million apologies! More under the cut!

*runs into hiding behind the trash can*


The skies were still dark and the air chilly as Sansa blinked at the ceiling above her. The faint flickers that came from the small flames still burning in the dying embers cast dancing shadows on the stone floor of the Lord’s chambers. The sun would be up soon and yet Sansa had no desire to leave her bed. 

Sansa had only dreamt of returning to a home she once knew. She often prayed to the Seven and even to the Old Gods that she would make her way home one day and leave King’s Landing for good. And there she was, Lady of Winterfell and now, Warden of the North, laid covered in furs in her mother’s bed, with a guard keeping watch outside her door. She recalled once, a long time ago, of times in the night when she awoke to sounds of Arya snoring or the faint laughs of Robb’s and Jon’s as they shuffled past her old room.

Jon

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Speaking French

Pairing: Lafayette x Reader

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Elle est si jolie est -elle pas . Je suis juste complètement amoureux d'elle . Je ne sais pas quoi faire !” Lafayette said to Alex while the three of you were sitting in your living room, working.

“Oui Lafayette vous me dire que tous les jours . Je sais comment vous vous sentez , et je pense qu'elle se sent de la même façon , vous avez juste besoin de grandir et de lui dire déjà .” Alex groaned. You smirked internally, the two of them not knowing that you knew every word that was coming out of their mouths.

You had liked Lafayette for a long time now, even if he didn’t know it. You knew that he liked you from the frequent conversations that he would have in French with Alexander. You would do something about it, but it was way too much fun to see them like this. You couldn’t help it, it was the only thing that made you laugh harder than you had ever laughed in your life.

Of course, you would only laugh when they weren’t around. It was great.

“Eh bien comment dois-je lui dire? Je ne sais pas quoi faire , elle est tout simplement trop parfait!” Lafayette cried out.

Alex shook his head.

“Je ne me soucie pas comment vous le faites , juste lui dire déjà.” Alex told him.

Lafayette groaned and walked up to his room. Alex went to his office, probably going to work all night long until he passed out. You would have to call Eliza or John.

You moved into your room to work, thinking about how one of you would need to confess soon, or risk losing one another. You didn’t want that to happen.

You worked for a couple hours, then started reading for your own pleasure and happiness. It was wonderful.

All of the sudden Lafayette crept into your room, looking at you nervously as you put your book down.

“Can I talk to you Y/N?”

“Of course. What’s up?”

He took a deep breathe.

“Je dois vous dire que Je t'aime . Je vous ai aimés pendant longtemps , mais je ne sais pas comment vous le dire . Je souhaite que vous étiez à moi de tenir et de l'amour , je ne veux plus jamais te laisser partir.”

You smirked internally.

“Je t'aime aussi.”

You pushed your lips onto his, kissing him like your life depended on it.

After a few seconds the two of you broke away.

“You speak french?” Lafayette asked.

“Oui.”

Bruce (@rabbruad1) wrote: 

“Elle doesn’t like guff. If you offer her any, she’ll more than likely tell you that she’s had enough guff. Which is really a shame, because nowadays so much stuff is made with guff.”


The thing about guff is that it’s so rough! It scuffs and sloughs the toughest stuff! Guff is simply all bluff, no buff, and often duff. It’s gruff scruff that fails to chuff and instead makes me huff, thus my rebuff- I’ve had enough of guff.

My opinion on the Best of Both Worlds: I think it was the best thing to come out from a group of fans who truly loves Edd’s work and wanted to make it relive again just like in the past.

To those who are disappointed or sad and didn’t like the Best of Both Worlds video that the Eddsworld Fan Movie Crew made, deal with it. They put their heart and soul into it and heck Vicky Gould herself helped with this project to voice Ell just like she did in Mirror Mirror! I really don’t want my friend Marc to be upset by this very community and making him leave. Though he and the crew did their best at this fan Eddisode they made for us. I really don’t want to see this fandom to be low than it already is from the past months.

Some people need to grow up and think what they are doing.

That’s got to hurt - final - S.M

part 11 here

I was resting my head in Shawn’s lap on the plane waiting to get to the next destination. He hadn’t told me where we were going and I hadn’t thought to ask. I was making sure I hadn’t hit any of my stitches as I laid there listening to him hum along to one of his songs as he was remembering lyrics for tomorrow. He had one arm wrapped over my stomach holding me there so when the plane would occasionally move I wasn’t thrown from the chair. I lightly started drawing little words onto his hand that was holding me and when I reached his fingers I started twirling the ring he had on this hand around.

“why do you always wear this ring?” I interrupted his humming.

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The long awaited Couch AU

It started as a running joke with @tel-abelas-mofo (so you know it’s NSFW). It was, like, a million chapters ago. I could wait until the next DWC to publish, but I wanted to cheer her up :D

Also tagging @thevikingwoman because it’s relevant to your interests :>

This is the Duck Pond universe, before the fateful dinner that (inaccurately) revealed Elle’s sexual orientation. that’s also when I meant to publish this

solo!Solas under the cut




When Solas got home from work he shed his tweed jacket—one without elbow patches, as Elle had delightedly pointed out—and dropped his briefcase on the kitchen table. Then he preheated the oven for dinner; the casserole was already prepared, only waiting to be warmed. He kicked off his shoes as he made for the living room before stretching out on the couch.

He’d brought home a large stack of essays to grade, but he could already feel that he would be unable to concentrate well enough to do them any justice. After a moment’s consideration, he decided to finally watch the documentary on Ferelden manufacturing Elle had been recommending to him.

He pulled it up before settling back in the cushions, waiting for the oven to heat. He leaned against the armrest after setting the remote and angling and his sock-clad feet on the coffee table, ankles crossed. He interlaced his hands behind his head.

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Sisters of Steel: Stars

Here’s another thing with Laura and Ell, followed (very soon!) by something with hollstein! There’s a star theme with both of these so like…here ya go. 

(Also, to be clear: In the superhollis verse Ell is bisexual. Don’t worry guys, she’s gonna get a nice coming out arc in Stronger Together. xD) 


Betty was the first person who talked to the guidance counselor. She got a detention.

“Betty, what did you tell him?”

She had shrugged and flipped her hair. “That I don’t need a career, because I’m planning on marrying rich.”

Ell almost choked on her pizza while the rest of the lunch table hooted with laughter. “But Betty, I thought you wanted to go to law school. Why didn’t you just say that?”

“Because I think this is stupid anyway. We’re high school sophomores. I guarantee you most of these people are saying one thing and are gonna end up doing something completely different.”

“Yeah, but a detention still sucks.”

“I can catch up on homework while I’m there anyway.”

Ell’s boyfriend sat down at the table next to her, putting an arm around her and giving Ell a quick kiss on the cheek.

She’d been dating Jason since the beginning of the school year. He was nice, and cute, and after two months Ell still was amazed at the fact she actually had a boyfriend.

“What are we talking about?”

“This dumb career consult thing they’re making us do,” Betty answered, “you know what you’re going to tell the guidance counselor?”

“Oh, I already know what I want to do,” he answered confidently, “I’m going to play football for Met U and then go pro. How about you, babe?”

“Well–” Ell paused. “Um…I’m not sure yet,” she finished.

“You don’t know? That’s a first,” Betty answered.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Ell, you practically have a schedule for every day of the week,” Jason answered, “I figured you had your life planned out until you were thirty at least.”

“Hey, I wasn’t planning on dating you,” Ell answered, “my ‘schedule’ isn’t that rigid.”

Jason laughed, kissing Ell on the cheek.  Ell blushed and tried to distract herself from the question by taking another bite of pizza.

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usefulmammal  asked:

Do you remember what sparked your interest in spooky/creepy things? Like was there a particular book/story/movie etc?

Oh gosh… well it’s kind of not what you would think. The thing is there wasn’t really a piece of media. I wanted to prove something to myself.

When I was little there was this haunted house you could crawl through at our library. It made me cry. I remember thinking about how brave the other kids were and feeling pretty embarrassed. Then my sister saw Alien a few years later and I was still freaked out over Men in Black of all things! So I started testing myself. I wanted to see how scared I could get before it became too much. Over the years I got better and better at it, becoming less and less scared of traditionally scary things and more interested by them.

Being scared for me, in a fun way, is a test. It’s a test of empathy - how much can I put myself in their shoes - and a test of my own fortitude- how much can I stand to be in their shoes. Over the years it’s developed into an intellectual interest as well as being a continuous test of both what I believe is possible as well as what I want to believe is possible.

So while there have been many, MANY pieces of media that got me more interested, it was originally about trying to be brave.

anonymous asked:

I'm so fucking mad about that email and the way the supergirl cast acted. Like we as lgbt people gave supported arguments as to why that was a shitty and insensitive thing to do and they still said it didn't matter, so at the end of the day it's just that WE as LESBIANS feel hurt and like they made fun of lesbian relations ships and even if they don't understand completely they should AT LEAST understand that it hurt us and they should apologize because WE are the lesbians in question not them

ur right but i do wanna reiterate the girl that emailed melissa’s publicist and got a nasty reply back is bi, so for once it’s not just specifically lesbians being hurt, it’s wlw in general. but yeah people are dumbasses

A Little Romance || Elle&Damien

Elle didn’t hear about the rental until the morning of the 14th, when she was woken by a guard and made to dress and gather her things for the week. She wasn’t too sure who had rented her, but it wasn’t like she could resist the guards, so she just did as she was told and followed them out of the cells. The further they walked, however, the more she began to realize, and hope she was right, who’d rented her. Sure enough, they led her right to Damien’s door and knocked for her before stepping aside and waiting for the Master to answer. 

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Kris Wu: My Time Has Just Begun

ELLE MEN December 2016

Kris Wu celebrated his 26th birthday with the release of his new song. This youth, contradicting and full of endless possibilities, had also begun to understand the real meaning of life and come to an age of accepting regret, therefore having to work even more firmly to treasure time. He said that, his time has just begun.


It was just slightly over half past seven when I had stepped into Shanghai Gymnasium and realised that I was already late. The lights were switched off, and I found myself surrounded by a sea of hundreds, thousands of phone lights. “Happy birthday to you” a medley of high and low voices rang throughout the venue like waves, each subsequent time resounding with increased excitement. This was Kris Wu’s 26th birthday party, and although he had yet to appear on stage, the air was bursting with excitement, as if it was a balloon that would rupture at any moment a scream were to pierce the air. When he finally emerged rising from the center of the stage in a silver jacket, without a word, screams erupted with the force of lava spewing out of a volcano.

I managed to catch several little things about him when I saw him a couple of days ago in the photography studio: The bluetooth speakers which accompanied him throughout (“Use music to change the working environment”), the grey hair with hints of pale purple and sky blue, and his black leather flip phone case, that had several bank cards which looked like something a conservative middle-aged person would opt for. It’s rumoured that fans have tried gifting him [phone cases] in a “more fashionable style”, but he turned them down. Having used the previous [similar styled phone case] till it was worn out, [Kris said it was] “because it was practical”, and thus went to get several of the exact same design, just in case.

From time to time he would gently furrow his eyebrows, and walking amidst the people he would maintain a steady gaze. His gaze was not one which could be easily met; it was polite and distanced. He likes to use declarative sentences, being direct and straight to the point, very rarely containing a sense of uncertainty. He is a person who is used to taking in charge when it comes to making decisions. “Others say that Scorpios are natural-born leaders, and I’m like that.” However he burst out laughing before even finishing off, his brazenness giving in to shyness. He is aware that he appears to possess a combination of contradictory elements: a little new, a little old, a little far, a little near. “Many people feel that I am really cold, actually I have a rather warm heart. Everyone needs to have a second chance to be introduced.”

After the shoot that day, I accompanied him to his next work venue. He had to continue with movie dubbing, and the expected end time was around 2am. He changed into his own hoodie and sweatpants in the car, falling back comfortably into the seats, and time to time hummed and moved to the music. When the staff did not know how to use the airdrop function, he simply reached out to take the other party’s phone and worked it out himself. While watching his fingers dance along the two phone screens, I could not help but think, here is such a joyful 26 year old.


Music is like a switch on Kris Wu’s body, once switched on, it is as if he is powered up by a sudden surge of energy. When I mentioned the “singer” written on his Weibo verification, he let out an exaggerated expression only seen on manga characters and his fingers began to move animatedly. “We’re finally able to talk about my music? Come on, let’s.”

He couldn’t wait to introduce his new song <July>. “From debut till now, this is the music-related work which I am most satisfied with. This is the first time I have put in my all, and was immersed in all parts of making this piece of music.” It is evident where he has invested his time in, and he strongly believes that. “It’s not to say that I haven’t put in enough effort in the past, but if a time limit is put on the creation process, it will definitely have a huge impact on the quality of your final work. So having many films is good, <Bad Girl> which was released last year is good too, now even more so, I would wish for those to be seen as trailers, because right now is where it truly begins.”

He had spent three months completing the composition, recording, mixing and mastering in America. As producer, he had stayed on throughout, keeping close watch from beginning till the end. Talking about it, he sounded like a proud kid. “All of the people I worked with were incredibly outstanding musicians, and one of them was even a two-time Grammy award winner!” During that period of time, he would be in the studio every day from 2pm till 10pm. I asked if it was because that was the time when his voice was at its best, and he pondered for a moment before replying, “I’m not sure about my voice, but I can say that I am most comfortable with that timeframe. Many singers are used to recording through the night and into the morning, but I definitely can’t. Even more so, I can’t do so in the morning – I am not a morning person, the music I have done in the mornings were all in frustration.”

One song, three months - based on his jobs which were scheduled to the hour, is really a luxury. “As an artiste, whose time isn’t valuable? I can film a movie within three months. Actually all this while there have been others who have been buying songs from abroad, but there are very few who go overseas to do production work. Not only would it cost even more time and money, but one would also be faced with many uncertainties. But as long as there are people who are willing to try, why not?” He feels that this has to do more with being courageous. “In the end, what matters is how much you want to do this.”

He then began to explain the different genres and history of development of hip hop music to me in detail. “It is what I love the most, there is nothing else like it.” This was what he concluded his feelings toward hip hop with. “It’s like being unable to extricate yourself after having fallen in love with it. Perhaps there would be no way to do other genres of music, for example if you asked me to do rock, it would be very hard.” Since young, he loved wearing baggy drop-crotch pants and oversized tees, and felt that a little more satire could be included in life. From the inside to his appearance, everything was all a homage to hip hop. “My friends around me all watched, listened, and talked about hip hop. I love every single beat and rhythm, it’s as if it is imprinted in my body.”

Why go to America to produce music? “The most direct reason is that, the quality of music depends hugely on the equipment. Lyrical songs can be done to perfection in China, but when it comes to hip hop or electronic music, there isn’t enough equipment or knowledge about it in China.” He hopes to do the best with all the resources he has. “Not only the equipment, but in terms of producing hip hop music, America has more experience.” The most critical point is of course himself. “During the mixing and mastering, I would ask others if there was any difference between the two? They would not hear any difference, but because I could not choose which was a better version, I would continue on, without sleep, till five in the morning.”

He repeatedly emphasised that <July> is a song which has a “completely new hip hop style, one that has never been seen before”, [and that he wanted to] “present the purest form of hip hop to everyone”. Having a listen, besides having fun, also endowed him with a little sense of responsibility. The new song was only digitally released online, and he felt that it was “very embarrassing” if he were to release a physical copy of just one single. “My goal will always be to spread a type of music, some art, some happiness. I won’t think so much on making profit.” As to how wide a scope of affirmation he wished to have , he expressed that he did not demand of it. “I just wish to convey a work of mine, a music piece which I feel highly satisfied and extremely happy after listening to.”


That day, after driving for over an hour, we were still held up in that evening’s Beijing traffic, inching forward at a snail pace. Looking ahead at the sea of red tail lights, he could not help but rub his eyes tiredly several times, and was starting to get a little restless. “In the car, I cannot fall asleep nor get any rest.” He sighed softly, as the car switched lanes. He was worried that he would not be adequately focused. “I have to complete everything before I can relax, otherwise it would be like carrying a rock in my heart.”

Having returned to China to develop his career for two years, Kris Wu already completed filming 8 movies, and worked with Luc Besson, Stephen Chow, Tsui Hark, Feng Xiaogang and other internationally renowned people. He has graced the cover of almost all the top magazines, and was even appointed brand and product ambassador to Burberry and Bvlgari and several international top labels. View on the music video of his newest song exceeded 1 million within 14 hours of its release. The opportunities and results which other people dream of, he had grasped into his hands, and yet facing all of that, he merely explained that for all that he did, “I like it, I am happy, I work hard, and I don’t let myself down.” He is a little of a workaholic. “The most important thing is that passion, as long as it is burning in my heart, there is no problem which cannot be overcome. The scariest thing for people is to get tired of something.”

Such an answer sounds like the “standard inspirational words of wisdom of idols”, but the solemn expression on his face made others feel that this is truly his attitude towards his long term, demanding career. While working, he can forget that he is cold, hungry, or tired. He sacrificed his freedom for his job, and even when there were misunderstandings, he felt that it was within reason. Everything is fair: You win some, you lose some, and during the growth process he learned an important lesson - as long as one persists in what they genuinely love doing, and put in their utmost effort into doing it, the journey would be much more interesting than the results.

He had just wrapped up filming <Journey to the West 2: Conquering the Demons> not too long ago, playing the part of Tang Sen. To the viewers and himself, this was something which was completely unthinkable at the beginning. “Stephen Chow and Tsui Hark brought out a side of me which I did not know, and I can only say that I was incredibly fortunate to have been able to meet them.” His first meetings with both directors were not a walk in the park: Stephen Chow wanted him to try acting like a person with Parkinson’s disease. “I had no idea that I was able to act out that kind of trembling.” When he met Tsui Hark he had yet to shave off his hair, and both of them were unsure of how his final look would turn out. “There was unease in my heart.”

It’s not a huge deal to shave off hair for a role, even more so when he loved changing hairstyles since his younger days. But his shortest hairstyle was never more than a crew cut, and he had no idea how he would look like bald. Seeing the final result in the mirror for the first time, he merely felt that it was new and strange. “I still look rather handsome!” He just spent a little more time getting used to being bald. “When I woke up in the morning I would still be in a daze, I was used to touching my head, [but now] oh no, why is my hair gone? At night before sleeping, I would always wonder why it was so cold… therefore I constantly kept a beanie on.” Those months led him to have a new understanding of the ability to keep warm with hair. “People with hair really have to thank the heavens.”

After shaving off his hair, he felt more like a monk, and even practiced meditating at home. “I hoped to get into character as much as possible. For example before filming <Mr Six>, at that period of time I maintained a very cool persona, and I conversed with others in strong Beijing dialect.” Filming had taken part during the coldest time of winter in Beijing, staying up overnight outdoors with temperatures below negative ten degrees, and in the daytime having to fly around suspended by wires. He recalled that that period of time was “rather strenuous”, but even more so, clearly could feel a sense of excitement in his heart. “There are many people who were a little afraid of Stephen Chow while filming, but I didn’t feel that at all, instead I felt that his way of thinking was simply… Stephen Chow’s shots make use of abstract ideas, and there are many brief yet brilliant moments as well.”

Kris Wu paused to find the right words to describe what set them apart from the rest. “They can help you make up for the loss of 2%.” What is 2%? “It’s the minor difference in art. At times you may feel that, this is not bad, but actually there’s just a difference of 2%, which can only be seen if one has acquired an appreciation of the arts. People like Feng Xiaogang and Stephen Chow can accurately grasp that point to the fullest.”

He knows that before being able to grasp this “2%”, he would first have the ability and belief to accept imperfections. “You would constantly think, why couldn’t I do better at that time? But that can’t be helped. When I filmed my first movie, Director Xu Jinglei told me that movies are a form of imperfect art, and a sense of regret was necessary.” Right now while filming, Kris Wu simply does not watch playbacks of his scenes. “This has nothing to do with having or not having self-confidence, it’s just that I do not wish for this to impact my performance later on.”

The same goes for music. He loves the feel of performing live at the venue, there are flaws, but the joy that comes from the combination of excitement and fear is something which is most valuable. He has already accepted that “before going onstage, I would definitely feel nervous”, and said, “I will always be worried that I’ll make a mistake, but the moment I step onstage, that is forgotten. Really, I’ve never thought of what I’ve said onstage. When I stand onstage, I enjoy [the moment].” This year, as a model he walked for the Burberry show in London, and before the fashion show began, he inwardly prayed, “Hope that when I walk out I won’t go around in circles and be unable to find my way, and not fall in front of the audience.” Later on the evaluation he received was that he was calm and composed.

Since entering the industry, he felt that he himself did not change much. He liked staying at home before, and now there were even lesser opportunities to go out, “But this is alright, actually I like staying at home and watching movies, it feels like I have the whole "cinema” to myself. When I feel bored I will play video games, and I can make many interesting friends in the 2D world.“ Moreover, he has never felt lonely, as his best friends (t/n: referring to fans) were always by his side from start till end. All around the world, whenever he walked out of airports, there would always be fans waiting. "Wherever I go feels like home, it’s really warm.” They love him, and also understand him. “I have my own way of doing things. At times there would be ten days, or half a month of not posting on Weibo, and my staff would all tell me that that shouldn’t be the way, it’s as if I disappeared into thin air… But my fans know that, whenever I want to say something I would say it. They wish for me to live my life well.”

The only change “Is that I have become old!” He repeated it several times, of course as a joke – since he was young, therefore he talked about age in such a carefree manner. In the face of numerous new things coming towards him at once, he is not greedy, and deeply believes that the ability to say “no” is necessary. “I am extremely clear about what my boundaries are, and I would never let myself do things which I do not like.”  He has also begun to experience the pressure of time. “No one knows how tomorrow will be like, so it is better to view things in the present, not so much of the future. Therefore I wish to maximise the limited time to a better extent, so as not to leave behind any regrets.”

translation: @wu_yi_fan