even function right now

Fic: Wait

Prompt: “When was the last time you slept?”

“When was the last time you slept?” Oliver asks, walking into the bunker after a long day at City Hall.

He hadn’t expected Felicity to be here, considering he’d told her to take the day off this morning after they pulled an all nighter following up on a lead that turned out to be another dead end. Since she is still wearing the outfit she had on when he left this morning, he knows she hasn’t left.

“What day is it?” Felicity asks, not looking up from her screen.

“Tuesday,” he says, looking around the room for any sign that she’s at least eaten, but all of the garbage cans are empty, so he knows she hasn’t. The only sign that she’s consumed anything is the coffee cup in front of her and the empty K-Cups on the counter near the kitchen.

“Tuesday, right,” she mutters, clearly distracted by whatever it is she’s doing. “And what day did we go after Valenzuela?”

Oliver looks at her in concern before saying, “Saturday.”

She’s got to be kidding. She can’t have been up that long. How is she even functioning right now?

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Ok but in this deleted scene Tony literally takes out his arc reactor - the thing keeping him alive - to save a kid

He doesn’t even tell anyone that they’re supposed to put it back in. He is literally willing to die to maybe - he’s not actually even sure this shit will work - save this kid. 

I MEAN I’M??? 


Edit You can see it on video here


Take it. Reallllll it in.. 😶 What in the hell?? I can’t even function properly right now–I’m SHOOK–but.. when Youngjae announced this to be the game they were gonna play next, Bambam looked a bit off put by the idea, making a rather displeased face. But not Yugyeom LMAO! He’s rocking side to side like a damn child on Christmas morning!! 😂Then jumping up to get things started cuz, he’s more then ready!! And Bambam just looks so soft and cute and precious! 😚😚❤ Ughhh, I think I’m dying of too much yugbam in my system. Imma overdose real soon 😭😭🤧


I’m actually crying, I started chatting with @shrug-viper less than a week ago and they made this for me just to be nice, like I can’t even function right now, I’m just deeply, deeply touched by this gift. I love how light and pure it feels, I don’t even have words to describe how happy this makes me. 

Thank you so much and thank you for using my really dumb URL pun as inspiration. You’re a legend and I love you. 

cartoonbooknerd  asked:

What about. Bughead prompt how Betty is taking a photography class and uses Jughead as a model. Gets him dressed like young Leo from the Titanic and the whole school goes nuts and fangirls

Thank you so much, I loved this idea!

“Betty, c’mon, I don’t really think this is a good idea,” Jughead whined from where he stood in front of the pile of clothes his girlfriend had left on a wooden stool in the middle of the Blue and Gold office. He poked the offending material gently with his index finger, looking up to meet her eyes, eyebrows knit apprehensively.

“Jug, you said you’d help me with this photography course - whatever I needed, remember?” she returned, crossing her arms across her chest in defiance, a knowing glint in her eye. She knew she’d get her way, and he did too. It wouldn’t stop him from putting up a fight though.

“Yeah, I know, but this?” He picked up the light brown slacks. “It’s not really me.” They fell back to the stool. She sighed, walking over to him to straighten them out before they creased.

“You’re not supposed to be you, Jughead, you’re just my subject.” When his face remained stoic she switched tactics. “Besides, I think you’re going to look great in these, you can ever wear your own suspenders.” She crept closer to him, grabbing the elastic that hung at his hips and pulling at it slightly, letting it snap back against his thigh. Jughead took in an unsteady breath. “If you do this for me, I’ll be in your debt,” she finished, looking up at him from beneath thick, dark eyelashes. He groaned internally - she wasn’t playing fair.

“Fine, but you own me, Cooper. Big time,” he snarked, leaning down to capture her lips before reluctantly grabbing the pile of clothes and going to change.

Betty busied herself arranging the stool in front of the blue screen she’d borrowed from the yearbook department, fussing over the exact position and moving the box lights to get exactly the right shadow. She heard the door click and turned to greet Jughead, breath leaving her in a gasp.

“I look ridiculous.” Betty couldn’t think of anything less true, even if her brain was functioning at full capacity right now. Jughead stood in the doorway, shoulders hunched slightly in discomfort. The brown slacks hung off his hips perfectly, white dress shirt tucked in with the top buttons undone and showing off a hint of smooth chest beneath. His suspenders were now perched on his shoulders and, best of all, his hair hung teasingly over his eyes, beanie long gone. “Betts?” he questioned when she still hadn’t said anything.

“Err… I… y-you look good, Juggie,” she stuttered, hoping that the blush on her cheeks wasn’t as hot as it felt to her. Seriously, did they turn off the AC in here? Jughead relaxed slightly at her new dumbfound expression, feeling a rare manly pride that he would never get used to as it happened only in the presence of Betty.

“Thanks. Where do you want me?” A million inappropriate answers flew through Betty’s head before she cleared her throat, pointing to the stool. He sat, awkwardly at first before Betty ran her fingers deliciously through his hair, eliciting an appreciative hum.

“Just do what feels natural,” she said, taking a step back to admire his pose, one leg up on the bar of the stool, chin resting in his hand.

“Nothing about this is natural,” he retorted, tell-tale smile in his eyes nonetheless. Betty rolled her eyes at his stubbornness.

“Oh, hush.” She raised the lens to her eye before lowering it again. “One second.” She moved toward him, reaching forward to undo another button on his shirt. “Much better,” she giggled. Jughead smirked, a laugh escaping him. He loved seeing Betty like this, playful and carefree. If he had to pose in some ridiculous outfit for a few hours, who was he to complain when he got to see that glow radiating from her cheeks.


“I know you aren’t gonna like it but those pictures of you are some of my favourites and I’m actually really proud of them and-” Jughead silenced her fretting with a kiss.

“It’s ok, Betts. So what if I have to be displayed before our neanderthal peers for a day or two. I don’t mind if it’s what you want,” he murmured, feeling a warmth spread throughout his chest at her responding soft smile. Betty had been asked to create a display as part of the photography course, to be put up in the hallway of none other than their beloved Riverdale High. Jughead pulled his beanie further down on his head and averted his gaze to the ground, preparing to make his way through the mocking whispers and get to class as quickly as possible.

As he expected there were eyes turning to him from all angles as he made his way to class, whispers reaching his ears in a dull buzzing hum.

“Hi, Jughead.” He turned to the unexpected party.

“Err, hi, Ethel,” he said warily, eyes darting towards Betty for explanation. She just shrugged.

“I just wanted to tell you those pictures of you are so great. You look… really cool,” she finished, cheeks turning pink. Betty tried to turn her giggle into a cough unsuccessfully, Jughead shoving an elbow delicately into her ribs.

“Um, thanks, I guess?” he replied lamely.

“No problem!” Ethel replied chirpily, turning to walk down the hall. Betty’s laugh came out full force now they were alone.

“Looks like someone has taken on the role as Riverdale High’s new teen heart-throb,” she laughed, eyes gleaming with mischief. Jughead groaned.

“This is all your fault, Cooper,” he mumbled. She kissed his cheek, causing him to roll his eyes. He couldn’t stay mad at her for long.

“Hey there, Jughead!” The voice came from behind them. They turned to see none other than Ginger Lopez hurtling towards them. “Great pictures! Who knew beneath all that doom and gloom you cleaned up into a hottie. Very young Leo,” she winked. Jughead felt Betty stiffen besides him - she’d never cared for Ginger much. His eyes went wide as he watched Ginger raise her arm, hand coming to rest on his jacket sleeve, a giggle escaping her lips. “Hey, what do you say we-” Her sentence was cut off abruptly.

“Juggie, we’re going to be late to class. Nice seeing you, Ginger.” Betty’s voice dripped with sugary sweet pleasantness. Jughead bit his lip as Betty leaned into his side, wrapping a hand round his arm. He followed her, casting one last glance at a bewildered Ginger before turning to his girlfriend. He could practically see the steam coming out of her ears.

“So, about this new teen heart-throb status…” he began, unable to resist teasing her more. She narrowed her eyes at him, the uptilted corners of her lips giving her away.

“Shut up, Jughead.”


Cloud proposing to Aerith or literally taking her hand in marriage during vow ceremony, or maybe asking for a bride & groom dance? IDK, y’all. I feel like this is a dream I can’t even properly function right now, my minds all over the place from pure joy… it’s just amazing and I’m so thankful that we have something like this.

Sources: @pluvia_ca & 2 | @krudears doctored the last image herself BTW, so although both images are real and part of the same cutscene, they weren’t seen on screen at the same time. You saw Cloud kneel then the screen faded and then you saw Aerith make her adorable “squee” face.

Run To You // Sam Wilson x Reader P2

Pairing: Sam Wilson x POC Reader
Word Count: 2.6k+
Warning: fluff, language, angst, emotional abuse mentions, Eventual smut, that signature Foster SLOW BURN (I’m not even sorry anymore) 

Summary: Sam learns the consequences of putting friendships on hold to save the world. Asking for help is never easy, especially when you feel like you’re in too deep. Bucky proves to be trustworthy. Bonus: Tony Stark’s legendary generosity.

A/N: Wow, the response of the first chapter surprised the hell out of me. Thank you for your kind words! I hope you enjoy this next chapter! When will I learn how to write stories less than 1k words long? Never apparently.

Inspiration: “Safest Place to Hide” ~ Backstreet Boys
“Can you see me, here I am,
Standing here where I’ve always been,
And when the words are not enough,
I climb inside your heart and I’d still find,
You’re my safest place to hide.”

Originally posted by there-and-always-back-again

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Pretty Please With A Cherry On Top

Characters: Derek Morgan x Reader
Words: 1511
Requested by @tardis-is-mine :  Ok, I need some Derek Morgan smut in my life. I honestly don’t care what the plot is, I just need that big, smart, sexy hunk of man meat in my life. Pretty please? I’ll even buy the whipped cream to spray on him! 

Warning: SMUT

           You felt like your eyes were going to fall shut permanently at any moment as you stared at the paperwork on your desk.

           “Baby?” you heard Derek’s voice behind you. No matter who he was talking to, his voice always sounded so silky, smooth, and sultry. It was even worse when he was talking to you. That’s when he actually tried to make his voice sound sexy.

           “Hmm?” you looked up at him, your head lulling back as you tried to focus on the tall, dark, handsome man behind you.

           “It’s time to go home,” he said, “You’re falling asleep.”

           “Gotta finish,” you whined slightly.

           “Baby, you can’t even function right now,” he said, “Come on. You can finish the paperwork on Monday. I’m taking you home.”

           You sighed, but really couldn’t argue. You weren’t even close to finished and you were so tired you couldn’t really do much, “Okay.”

           Derek helped you get your things together and helped you stand up, “My poor baby,” he said, putting his arm around you as you walked to the front of the building, “I’ll take good care of you.”

           You nodded, leaning against him, “You always do.”

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anonymous asked:

Monsta x wonho #78 please and thank you! :)

Originally posted by changhyuk

Prompt: 78 ~ “I didn’t think it was possible for you to get any more gorgeous”

Words: 480

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Sorry it took me a bit, I’ve been busy and this is probably going to be posted late. Luckily I only have a couple weeks of school left and I should have more time seeing that most of my classes are almost complete. I hope you enjoy! xx

[y/n] smiled to herself as she took one last look in the mirror, straightening her beautiful campaign colored dress that hung just above her mid thigh. Her hair had been perfectly curled to her liking and her makeup done to her satisfaction. Needless to say, she thought she look perfect, that was what she was going for anyways.

She then turned her body around and grabbed her phone and bag from off her bed and headed out of her bedroom door. The time on the clock read 6:57pm, meaning that her special anniversary date was about to begin. She and her boyfriend of a couple years had finally gotten the time to go out on their long awaited anniversary date. Her boyfriend, Hoseok, had spent so much time touring and promoting for their newest comeback that the couple ended up missing their anniversary together. Hoseok felt awful and promised [y/n] he would take her out the second he returned. And it was finally the day, to say the least, she was beyond excited.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door that brought [y/n] back to reality. She let out a happy squeak and ran towards the door, almost tripping over her feet in excitement. She quickly opened the door and jumped right into her boyfriend’s arms. Hoseok was shocked but laughed as he hugged his girlfriend back. He kissed her head and pulled away from her slightly, looking over her choice of outfit for their special dinner.

His eyes widened slightly and his jaw dropped, leaving his mouth hanging slightly open. His eyes wandered all over her body and her beautiful features. He was glued to her and he couldn’t look away. [y/n] nervously rubbed her arm and blushed at Hoseok’s reaction.

“Is something wrong?” She asked.

Hoseok shook his head and closed his mouth.

“It’s just,” he began but took a short pause as he gulped, “I didn’t think it was possible for you to get any more gorgeous.”

[y/n]’s cheeks flushed a bright pink as she smiled and turned her eyes to the floor. She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear before looking back up with at her boyfriend.

“You’re just saying that,” She replied nervously.

Hoseok chuckled slightly as he placed one of his larger hands onto [y/n]’s soft, pink cheeks, caressing it gently with his thumb.

“No, I really mean it. The most beautiful girl in the world managed to outdo herself and become something so beautiful my mind can’t even function the words to describe the feeling I have right now.”

[y/n] laughed and leaned up on her tip toes to peck her boyfriend on the lips.

“Thank you, Hoseok,” She stated softly, “You really know what to say to make me feel like the luckiest girl alive.”



✖My Mystery Girl✖️

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this one! Thank you for the request anon. Also I’ll also be writing some stop about Kalin White because he is bae for life lol. Anyway you guys should send in more request.


Nate POV

Tonight was guys night so me and boys hit up Dave and Busters for some food and of course games. We’re at a table reserved for us, it has the perfect view of the whole restaurant…giving us a chance to look at some beautiful women.

One particular is catching my attention, she beautiful…curvy figure, curly hair, and a beautiful smile. She’s the perfect ten, he friends are bad too but not like her, little mama is something different.

“The one in the grey leggings” Sammy nudge me knowing exactly who I was admiring. Sammy and I have the same taste in girls and honestly he will not be talking to this one.

“She bad ain’t she?” She notices my eyes looking at so she gives me a bright smile. “Fuck yeah, I might actually get with that bro!” Sammy gets up and sit his ass back down.

“Nah you not fucking with her, nope” I was serious too. She’s to precious to be played with.

“You whip boy and you don’t even know her.”



“Let’s play a game!” My tipsy girlfriend Henna says, she steady a herself between me and Emily. “Like what boo!” Emily and Henna are trouble makers whenever we go out. These two love to have fun and get into trouble.

“Dare or Dare” I instantly laughed, there’s no way I’ll be playing Dare and Dare with these two in public again. Last week when went to the grove they dared me to wait her twerk in on some guy or make out with one. Of course my ass chose twerking.

“Since your ass is laughing you go first.” Emily states slapping my ass harshly. “Dare or Dare Y/N?” What sense does this make. “Dare” no matter which one I pick I’ll be doing something humiliating.

“Hmmmm” Emily evilly thinks of something embarrassing to do. “You see those guys at the booth over there” she points to the other side of the restaurant. I see three white boy’s with snapbacks on looking hella fine.

“I hope they all single” Henna come out of nowhere making me giggle. I examined all of them, one of them who keep on looking at me really caught me eye.

“I dare you to make out with one of them tongue and all!” Emily is evil I swear! “Why???? Please no!” I begged grabbing on her arm like a little child begging their mother to buy them candy.

“It’s either that or you have to flash your tits,which one babe?” She gave me her famous grin, “fine I’ll go but I’m picking the guy.”

I have no problem doing it, it’s just kinda embarrassing. What if he doesn’t like it? “Go get em sexy.” Henna pushes me forward giving me a head start.

I walked with confidence to the group of guys, head held up high and a friendly smile on my red stain lips. The guy who kept on looking at me from earlier notice me coming over first, he tap his groom the left of him.

“Hi guys” I say with ease as I sat next to the one caught my eye first. He smells like weed and Dior..a good mix, I like it. “Hi beautiful.” He licks his lips looking me in the eyes.

Without a word I leaned in a grabbed his face with my small hands bringing him in for sensual kiss. His lips are soft and so is his hands that are felling up on my thigh. He kisses back in no time, biting my bottom lip for entrance and I give in to him.

Our tongues delve into each other, tasting each other’s mouths…exploring each other. Both his hands cradle my fave and I leg go of his face to tight grip his shirt. I felt like I was gonna explode.

The kiss was become more deeper and passionate by the second that I had to pull away. I gasp for air and touch my swollen lips. His eyes pouring into mine so deeply. “I got that shit all on snap Nate!” His friend screams taking me out of my trance, hearing that he has all that on video made me get and leave without a word.

My girls were waiting for me with wide eyes and open moths. “You slut!” Emily jokes giving me a high five.

“Can we please go, his frigate all that on video!” I grab my girls and we head out, thank his I’ll neve have to see him again.


Nate POV

I’m dead gone right now, my mind can’t even function after that heated kiss. The way she walked over here and sat next to me, she’s bold and I love that shit. Her lips are plump and juicy, I didn’t want my lips to leave her. The way her fingers cling on to me was more than enough to make me fall for her.

“That shit is gold, it’s going on Instagram” Jack G says gripping my shoulder, my eyes are watching her and her friends leave. “Her fucking name!” I bang on the table, why the fuck didn’t I ask for her name or better yet her number.

“Chill hopefully in the morning we can find out who she is, our fans will help us.” Sammy is dead giving me some hope right now.

The next morning I woke up early just to check Sammy’s video of me and my mystery girl heavily making out on his IG page, he caption it ‘help Nate find his girl’. K went through all 70o comments trying to find some clues that caught my eye.

Some girl named Henna wrote 'Ayeeee that’s my girl @y/n’ bingo I found her. I clicked her name and it went straight to her page, thankfully it wasn’t private.

I instantly followed and went through her photos of her beautiful self. Should I slide in her DM? Fuck it I will:

-I’m not sure if you remember me but we made out last night…

I waited impatiently for her to responds, my phone beeps letting me know that she wrote me back.

-yeah I remember you….sorry about last night, I was dared to make out with you.

So that’s why she did what she did.

-no apologies at all love, I just had to find out who you were. You took my breath away.

Never before have I been this mushy.

-…..really? I’m not gonna lie I was kinda fluster right after

She confesses to me, I have to see her to day.

-I hope you don’t mind me asking but may I please take you out for lunch today?

If she says no I just have to respect that and move on.

-sure, I would like that…I’m free around 1:30 if that’s good with you?

-that’s definitely good, text me your address beautiful.

I sent her my number, honestly I can see myself with this woman. She’s unique and love that shit.

I Promise I Will Behave (A Kai One Shot)

“What about this?” Your best friend Irene held up a black dress. The kind of dress that showed way too much skin and far too much cleavage for someone with boobs like yours.

“No way, the ladies would fall out of that.” You grasped at the flimsy chest area on the dress and she looked at your chest then down at her own small ones with a frown.

“I always forget about your boobs.” She giggled as she put the dress back and you scoffed.

“Come on, let’s go look at shoes,” you said as you wandered out of the clothing section of the store you were in.

Your phone buzzed and you pulled it out, seeing a text message from your sister.

“Holy shit, EXO spotted shopping in the mall!!” Her excitement made you giggle. She was such a fan girl.

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The 8 Archetypes in MBTI

Honestly i do truly believe in this concept. All 8 functions exist in every single person regardless of your Myers-Briggs type. This should be obvious, but a lot of people (presumably those who never studied deeply into, or are new to MBTI) think that we only work through our first four functions. This post will also be quite useful for those of you who are confused about your type. INTJ friend i’m looking at u. It highlights the differences between two potentially similar types, if differentiating using 4 functions isn’t enough for you. I’ll use my own type as an example.

INTP: Ti-Ne-Si-Fe (i think i’m in a Ti-Si loop actually now that i’ve read about it, it’s truly horrific, especially combined with a terribly unhealthy Fe). Sure, i go about my everyday life mainly with those four functions, but being an Ne doesn’t mean i can’t connect dots to predict what happens next (Ni) or being a Ti doesn’t mean i’m incapable of being externally organized or put my ideas into action (Te) (my desktop is actually really clean LOL yes im talking about my computer desktop bc fuk my irl desk) (jk i clean that maybe once in 2 months or something) (i love to procrastinate but im a pro last-minute worker).

My 5th function is Te, which is my “opposing personality”. This means that this is the function that will become most apparent when I try to be aggressive towards others (like whenever I feel angry and/or frustrated, I’ll be quiet but if someone tries to talk to me, I can become quite controlling. extra stress can make me shout too. surprising i know). The “opposing personality” also works against the dominant function, which means that it is the function we would dislike the most when other people show it towards us, hence the INTP’s lack of cooperation towards figures of authority (remember codeword “the most”. i know a lot of other types also dislike authority but just think about your 5th function and think about whether or not you dislike that function shown towards you more than “being ordered around”).

My 6th function is Ni, which is my “critical parent”. This is the function I use to judge myself with when I’m disappointed in myself, or could be the function I use to judge others with. It is my “self doubt” function – “why the hell did you do that?” “do you know what would happen next because of this?” “that will be all your fault”. This would differ from, say, an ISTP, whose Critical Parent is Si, who would criticize themselves and/or others by looking into the past, “remember the last time you did that? it happened again, didn’t it?”, or something like that.

My 7th function is Se, which is the “trickster”, also known as the PoLR function (Point of Least Resistance). This is the function which is most likely to work against me, or the one i will have the most difficulty in using. It’s not impossible for me to use Se, I mean I understand it perfectly well, but I either find it unnecessary, or I find it subconsciously difficult. For example, Se is about environmental awareness, right? Yeah, my environmental awareness is absolute trash. I can stand infront of a slide door confused because I can’t push it open, or I can walk into a door because I thought it was automatic, when there was a giant “PUSH TO OPEN” button right there (yes both have happened more than once).  I can also be listening to someone talk and after they finish their sentence I realized I wasn’t listening, and then I’d have to ask them to repeat themselves, at which they’d be pissed because they’d think I did that on purpose (YES THIS HAS HAPPENED TOO I FELT BAD). I am also terribly indecisive (Se: quick decisions), and i think the Se way of “impulsive decisions” is inefficient because what if there’s a new and better idea amirite. I have made impulsive decisions before though, so it’s not impossible. I’m also one of those “eat to live” instead of “live to eat” people, along with my ENTP dad, because I lack the Se to think of that as necessary.

My 8th function is Fi, the “demon”. man these names are cool. So the demon is the opposite of our 4th function. The 4th function is our aspirations, what we admire to be, so the 8th function is what we’re trying to run away from, it’s what we don’t want to be, we avoid it so much because it tends to be what haunts us the most about ourselves. To be completely honest, I understand Fi the least out of all the functions, so I’ll use INTJ’s functions lol. Demonic Si means that INTJs are poor with being in tune with their own bodies – they can sleep irregular hours and not eat properly. This might sound a lot like the PoLR function, but Demonic Si also means that INTJs may have distaste for nostalgia, and recall memories incorrectly, if at all. (by that i mean they have bad short-term and sometimes long-term memory, making them sickly bad at, and are disgusted by the thought of, memorizing things) key difference between the Demon and the PoLR function is that the types don’t necessarily hate using the PoLR, they just find it difficult, whereas they absolutely hate and will avoid at all costs, using the Demonic function. Demonic Si can also cause INTJs to only recall bad memories. Their difficulty in remembering things correctly also means that they might often be misunderstood because “they don’t remember exactly what they said yesterday”.


i hope i didn’t confuse anyone even more, in which case, SEND ME AN ASK ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) i like asks pls talk to me

also tell me if i’ve made a mistake like honestly i haven’t looked too far into this concept, and i really don’t understand Fi but i do hate most activists especially if they’re fighting for literal nonsense and also i’m against the “you can change MBTI types” theory which my INTJ friend thinks is possible. i also get more and more annoyed towards “i don’t fit this stereotype stop!!!” type posts for no reason in particular. that was a lie there are actually reasons for everything i do.

i might do this for the first 4 functions if y’all want, it’ll be filed under my “archetype” tag

Thoughts about the last chapters of FT..

So like I’m so excited to see how Fairy Tail ends but like I’m also so heart broken that it’s ending but I’m excited to (hopefully) see OTPs together and happy but I’m also scared to see who’s not gonna make it omg
I’m a rollercoaster of emotions right now I can’t even function
Like holy shit there’s so many things that have been left unanswered, like Gray’s answer to Juvia, what “things” Natsu wants to do when the war ends, who the next master will be, and what will happen to the Fairy Tail guild after the war and so many other things.
Mashima did say Fairy Tail would have a happy ending though, I’ll trust that.