even though i know exactly what will happen

Literally just all the sexual things Alexander Hamilton sent to John Laurens


“I love you.”

This one is pretty self explanatory. Men were much more intimate back in the 1700′s, forming bonds that seem very ~gay~ in today’s light. Homosexuality wasn’t a very understood thing back then because rigid moral codes and censured education prevented people from learning more about sexuality.

 But Alexander Hamilton knew.

 He grew up on an island where ‘Sodomites’ (gay people) were dumped and  allowed to mingle with the island population. Alex knew that there was a certain zone of interactions between men that went from being merely friendly to sexual. He clearly steps into the bounds of sexual while fully realizing it.

“In drawing my picture, you will no doubt be civil to your friend; mind you do justice to the length of my nose and don’t forget, that I [- - - - - -].”

Ahhhhhhhhh my son Alex, could you be more explicit? Alex here is obviously referring to his something else (you know) with the knowledge that John Lauren’s knows the size. This sentence right here is basically just one long ;).

 “Your friend” seems to be written teasingly, as if they both know how far from friends they are.

And we can only guess how dirty Alex got in those last six  CUT OUT words.

“Dear Boy” [sent by John Laurens]

John laurens calls his wife his ‘dear girl’, and here he calls Alex his ‘dear boy’.  Moreover, Laurens did not call any other man he ever wrote to as his ‘dear boy’. Laurens seems to see Alex as on the same level, if not higher, as his own wife.

“Did I mean to show my wit? If I did, I am sure I have missed my aim. Did I only intend to [frisk]? In this I have succeeded, but I have done more. I have gratified my feelings, by lengthening out the only kind of intercourse now in my power with my friend.”

This phrase right here I unfortunately do not see a lot when people talk about Alex and John’s letters. This, to me, is one of the most explicit. “Wit” also mean one’s you know what (here I give a nod to the Ravenclaw moto), so Hamilton’s saying he was pretty much just messing around with John the last letter he sent. This is the only sort of “intercourse” he is able to have with John, as they are both so far apart. He is incapable of ‘sexual’ intercourse because of their distance, so he feels he must, in the 18th century way, sext.

“I would invite you after the fall to Albany to be witness to the final consummation.”

As you might have already guessed, Alex is inviting John to a threesome on his wedding night. The idea that Alex feels so at ease inviting John to a threesome with his wife suggests they have already had something going for a long time now. 

“But like a jealous lover, when I thought you slighted my caresses, my affection was alarmed and my vanity piqued. I had almost resolved to lavish no more of them upon you and to reject you as an inconstant and an ungrateful –”

Here Alex compares himself to John’s lover, and a jealous one at that. John seems to be shying away from Alex’s bawdiness, as if realizing how strange their relationships is in retrospect. Alex is scrambling to hang on to him, even though he knows well what are and what happens to Sodomites. He would do anything for John while knowing the consequences. And John is too afraid to join him. And who the hell knows what the last word was.

“And believe me, I am lover in earnest,”

*cough cough* looks like John knows exactly what happens when Alex’s feeling frisky.

“She [Eliza] loves you a l'americaine not a la francoise.”

The French were renowned for their relaxed stance on extramarital love affairs, while Americans were more Puritan-minding and thought love affairs only should happen in church-sanctioned marriages. Thus Eliza has an a l’americaine love of John Laurens, rather than an a la francoise.

“You will be pleased to recollect in your negotiations that I have no invincible antipathy to the maidenly beauties & that I am willing to take the trouble of them upon myself.”

*cough* this sentence is a bit confusing, and could be taken a few ways. What I infer from this is that Alexander Hamilton is willing, and John knows this, to assume an air of femininity because he finds no fault with it. It was commonly noted by people who wrote of Hamilton that he was very feminine in comparison with other men of his day. Alex’s femininity seems to please John, the topic even having been discussed between the two in ‘negotiations’.

“My ravings are for your own bosom” Alex desperately misses Laurens’ intimate contact in a way that, in my opinion, could never be mistaken as simply friendship. Alex literally wants to be held by John. How fucking heartbreaking is that.

“Yrs for ever”

Ok, this one isn’t sexual, but I had to add it because it is so heartbreaking. This was Alex’s last farewell note to John. That is, if he even received it. He died shortly after Alex sent the letter; whether he read the farewell or not is all lost to history. Alex loved John so much, despite the fact that both already had a wife. He would have always loved him, even if they had grown apart…

That’s it folks: time for me to cry.

I was taught not to be sad.
Not to show exactly how broken I truly am.
Stop crying.
Keep your head up.
Fix your makeup.
And smile.
Hiding it only lasts for so long until you break.
Where the tears never stop.
And your cheeks are stained black.
Where smiling seems like the hardest thing in the world.

But no matter what happens, or how often I break down, I put on the act, that I am happy and perfect.
Even though I know i’ll never be close to that.

—  A.P
Storm in the Room thoughts

I’m about to go to sleep but I wanted to share a few thoughts on Storm in the Room!

I loved it. Easily one of my favorite episodes of the series (maybe even like, top ten). This meeting between Rose and Steven is something people have been thinking and theorizing about since literally episode one, and I just felt like the payoff was so good.

The thing that cements it as great in my book is the last couple of minutes, when the storm starts. First of all, the storm is so visually striking and the animation is stunning!! Rose’s hair looks great, Steven’s expressions and the framing of everything felt totally perfect. I really, really liked the way the colors of the room changed to a darker pallette that was still colorful. Normally depicting storm clouds in cartoons is so dull, because the only thing that changes is the clouds turn gray. For this, we got a beautifully animated and colored scene that definitely sticks out. The visual of Rose in the center of a storm with Steven kneeled down in front of her was really heavy hitting. And I feel like making peace with his role with regard to Rose will help Steven move forward, for sure.

It seems like he has to come to terms with the fact that he will never *actually* know or have a relationship with his mom. But then, the ending really tied it together by showing that despite not having his mom in his life, he still has a *great* support network and a loving family that will ALWAYS be there for him, so he’s never truly alone. Plus oh my gosh it was adorable seeing them all roll in and cheer Steven up, even though they had no idea what had just happened–it was exactly what he needed. And you know what I need? More adorable fluff, slice-of-life type stuff that includes the Gems. Cuz this pizza party is just so cute?? I also need sleep, so I’m gonna head out. Love you guys!

I don’t know exactly what I thought would happen after that night.
The night I decided to kiss you, like you were mine to kiss. As if putting my lips to yours would make the difference in our age disappear, and the stars would align like they had always meant to. We, could have our chance.
But it was only one night, one summer night. Even though it was one of those nights that felt like it would last forever, the sun went down and came up again the next morning and the world spun the same way. As if our lips hadn’t touched, and as if we hadn’t touched the world that night, as if we hadn’t stopped it in its tracks.
That night we left everything that was holding us back behind, but one night is only one night, and before we knew it, it was over. We, were over.
—  v.m // that night

anonymous asked:

What does that mean in terms of the charges being tossed by judge or dropped by the pap? Also can't Louis/Eleanor countersue those girls? Or even LAX security as they did nothing?

It means he hasn’t been charged with a crime yet. Arrest =/= charged. You just need probable cause for an arrest. The reason the detention record referred to citizens’ statements is because the police officers didn’t witness what happened. But they decided the statements of the witnesses gave them probable cause for an arrest. The arrest is really just administrative, especially if you can make bail. The arraignment is the formal charging, and I think that’s the late March date. Before then the DA will need to determine if there is enough evidence that they could likely get a conviction. If not, they drop the charges. And now that the video came out, I assume the DA would see that they are unlikely to get a conviction, so it’s not worth their time to charge him. If they really want to push something, they could work out a deal where Louis enters a guilty plea for a lesser charge – maybe disturbing the peace or something – and at that first hearing, that’s what’s entered and everyone goes on their merry way. Maybe Louis has to do some public service or something. But I think there is a very persuasive argument that the charges should be dropped altogether.

And no one has sued him (though based on what we know of that pap, that could still happen), a countersuit makes no sense. And even if and when the pap or the girls sue him, I don’t think he’d want to countersue – for what, exactly? If his argument with the pap is that it was accidental, that applies the other way. And how terrible would it look to sue his “fans.” I would think the best thing here is to just make it all go away. There is no advantage from perpetuating any of this. Same with LAX. Yes, they were shit at their job, but what is suing them going to achieve? 

As someone I was chatting with said, this is a PR issue, not a legal one. The legal stuff pretty easily takes care of itself.

THE MANDELA EFFECT [BARRY ALLEN]

summary: in which barry allen returns to the original timeline and discovers that he has gained another seemingly important person to his life.

a/n: this was supposed to be a fanfic of mine in my wattpad account but since i’m such a lazy ass person, i couldn’t continue the story so i decided to just post the what is supposed to be the prologue here.

if you ain’t familiar with the mandela effect, it is the psychological phenomenon in which a person recalls something that did not occur. so in this imagine, the reader is obviously the one who is dealing with the mandela effect.

[Y/E/C – YOUR EYE COLOR]
[Y/S/T – YOUR SKIN TONE]

PART 2, PART 3, PART 4

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Barry was very confused on why there was a girl lying beside him when he woke up. Her arm was on top of his stomach while her face was buried on his neck. He could feel her breath fanning over his skin that it made his cheeks turn slightly red because of how close and comfortable this girl seemed to be.

The last events that occurred yesterday were like a blur for Barry Allen.

After Eobard Thawne had supposedly brought him back to the original timeline where both of his parents were dead, he was welcomed with the news that Joe and Iris weren’t in good nor speaking terms for a reason he was yet to know. Wally then told him that he should just probably go back to his apartment, in which he did, and when he got there, he can specifically remember climbing into bed with no one but himself to occupy it.

So what was this stranger doing here?

With the sudden loud sound of the alarm to break his confusion, Barry jumped that led him to fall down face first on the floor. The girl slowly opened her eyes at the noise and peaked down to see what happened.

“You okay?” she asked before reaching out and pushing the button down that made the alarm clock to stop.

Barry grunted, “Uh, yeah.”

He turned around and finally had a good look at her features.

Her eyes were a beautiful shade of y/e/c. She had a y/s/t complexion, a warm smile, and a face that Barry was quickly attracted to that it confused him even more to be with her.

She grinned, noticing his gaze. “Well, aren’t you going to stand up?”

He blushed again, immediately pushing himself and standing up. He took stolen glances at the girl as she too did the same, still confused on who she was and what was she doing here.

“I’m sorry I arrived late yesterday.” she began, “It’s just that I had a lot of papers to work on last night and you know how I am with wanting to get work done easily.”

Barry smiled at her, “It’s okay.”

She raised an eyebrow, “Really? You’re okay with it? Because I was under the expression you would be mad.”

“Why would I be mad?” he asked.

The girl fixed her hair into a ponytail. “I don’t know. You were always so annoyed whenever I worked too much.”

Barry followed her out of the room. “Well, I guess I would.”

She suddenly stopped walking that made him halt. “Barry, are you okay?”

He gulped nervously. “Yes, why?”

“Well, I don’t expect you to be fine after what happened to Henry, but you seem to be … different this morning.” she replied.

Now that made Barry even more curious on who this girl exactly was.

Before he could even respond though, a phone call interrupted their conversation and the stranger quickly got her cellphone from the bedside table. Barry took this an opportunity to take a good look at his surroundings in inhuman speed to get unnoticed.

The first thing that caught his eye was the picture frame, which had a photo of him and the said girl with their bodies close together. The background was undeniably from the precinct, and what made him furrow his eyebrows was how he was looking at her in the picture; full of love and admiration.

He placed the frame down and moved on to the opened envelope beside it, picking up and turning it around to see that it was addressed to a person named Y/N Y/L/N, and he didn’t need to think hard enough to figure out that it was the girl with him inside the room.

Barry went back to his original position and waited until Y/N was finished with her phone call. When she was indeed done, he was still standing by the doorway to wait for her.

She sighed, “It was Singh, he said he needed to see me ASAP.”

“Singh?” Barry couldn’t help but blurt out.

Y/N nodded. “Yup.” she confirmed, walking towards the bathroom now instead of the kitchen.

“You work for Singh?” he repeated again.

“Of course, I do.” she raised an eyebrow. “Why do you look so lost? You know, Joe told me that little stunt you pulled off last night and I must say that he is not impressed.”

He was speechless then. From the way Y/N has been acting around him, it was obvious that she was something much more to Barry’s life than just someone he knew. Y/N was aware that he was the Flash, she talked to Joe, and she was working for Singh; but the most extraordinary thing about her is that the way she acted towards him was as if she was his girlfriend.

“Bar.” she snapped her fingers in front of him. “Are you alright?”

Barry blinked rapidly, “Uh, yeah, I just remembered that I needed to do something, uh, important.” he replied. “Let me just head over to S.T.A.R. Labs. I’ll see you later.”

Before she could say anything, Barry already sped away and was already gone, determined to know what other changes did this brand new timeline offered him.

adrienette headcanons no one asked for
  • Mari and Adrien don’t really try to keep it a secret but they aren’t exactly making it public either (but everyone knows)
  • whenever someone asks if they are dating they just kinda go, “hmmm yeah.” and then smile really lightly (and then everyone dies of adorable)
  • Whenever they are at someones house they are just tangled together on the couch
  • they are constantly touching 
    • brushing hands/shoulders walking next to each other
    • always sitting really close
    • holding hands
    • heads on shoulders 
  • Adrien has been planning his “i love you” for a very long time
  • it involves dinner and flowers and the eiffel tower 
  • one day they are talking on the phone 
  • and it kind slips out as they hang up. Mari says it back like nothing really happened. 
  • Nino’s like, “aww that’s cute when did you guys start saying i love you?” 
  • and adrien FLIPS OUT. he had a plan. that wasn’t it.  
  • so he calls Mari back immediately and she starts laughing
  • they didn’t even notice it was a different thing they had never said before
  • Chloe and Mari start being friends by poking jokes at Adrien
    • “has he slipped into Chinese yet?” “yeah that fucking nerd, i don’t even know that much Chinese”
    • “Don’t let him drag you into Ouran” “Hmm, too little too late. I think he thinks he’s tamaki.” “He is tho” 
  • Mari and Adrien aren’t exactly totally into PDA
  • Like yeah they are affectionate but they don’t really kiss in front of people
  • in fact, Alya has never seen them kiss
  • she therefore believes they have never kissed
    • “I know you guys haven’t kiss, you shouldn’t be afraid, blondie, just go for it”
    • *in adrien’s mind* if that’s not kissing what the fuck is.
  • then she and nino walk in on them high key making out and alya wishes she never saw anything because they are sweet and innocent they shouldn’t be doing that 
  • even though that’s exactly she wanted
  • they quickly become a fucking power couple (but not as big as LadyNoir)
  • everyone’s coming to them for relationship advice and they are just like, “I don’t know? Love each other? Is that not what just happens?”
  • they are just light and happy and adorable and supportive of each other and stable and loving 
  • they love each other
Mor is selfless af meta

Because I made a little throwaway post a little while back but people still apparently don’t get the Mor is selfless as all hell. So I thought I would compile a long, rambling list of Reasons and Evidence as to why irreverence does not mean disregard and why taking care for and loving yourself does not mean selfishness.  

Right, so, apparently people still think Mor is selfish (w h y?) which I…obviously disagree with. I don’t think that she makes a habit of putting her own needs/wants above others’ (though if she did she would be entirely entitled to, given what she’s been through/the abuse she endured) I just think she stopped letting other people rule her. I think she stopped taking the opinions and wants of other people for her as gospel and acting only on them at the expense of herself and her own wants and agency She does what she loves and she does what she needs but that doesn’t mean she acts selfishly. It just means that what’s important to her and what she wants to do she now does.

But I don’t think she puts her needs above others. There’s a thoughts vs actions distinction here - she refuses to place any more validity or weight to the opinions of others over her own - her feelings and ideas are valid and she has the right to express them and act upon them. She lets herself make the choices that she wants to make. But actually I think the choices that she makes are often very selfless and she puts the people that matter to her above her own well-being and happiness and she actually does this repeatedly.

Variety of ‘Mor being subtly selfless’ examples and analysis to follow. 

“Don’t get me started on what you did to me Under the Mountain.”
Rhys went still.
As still as I’d ever seen him, as still as the death now beckoning in those eyes. Then his chest began to move, faster and faster.

Across the pillars towering behind him, I could have sworn the shadow of great wings spread.
He opened his mouth, leaning forward, and then stopped. Instantly, the shadows, the ragged breathing, the intensity were gone, the lazy grin returning. “We have company. We’ll discuss this later.”
“No, we won’t.” But quick, light footsteps sounded down the hall, and then she [Mor] appeared.

Right, listen, this scene flat out parallels Rhys’ rescue of Feyre at her wedding and I refuse to see it in any other light. Feyre suffers a panic attack, she flashes back to UtM, she needs help, she needs a way out, Rhys appears and does just that. Same thing happens here. Feyre (inadvertently) triggers a panic attack in Rhys, he flashes back to UtM, he needs help, he needs away out, Mor is there in a heartbeat. That’s as much as a coincidence as Rhys showing up exactly when Feyre needed him: ie it’s literally not a coincidence at all.  

Right, so, for context, this is the first time that Feyre is at the Night Court since…well everything. At this point in time the only people know who about his and Feyre’s history as well as the fact that Rhys and Feyre are mates are Mor and Rhys. This is because the first words out of Rhys’ mouth when he saw Mor again after fifty years were ‘she’s my mate’ and he then proceeded to tell her everything. So for three months the only people who’ve known what Rhys went through and what he’s dealing with due to his bond to Feyre are Mor and Rhys. That means the only person who’s been supporting Rhys through all of this is Mor.

So when it comes to it and Feyre is there and having witnessed the shoe-throwing, less than wonderful reaction Feyre had to Rhys the night before Mor makes sure she’s nearby the next day. She makes sure that she’s around and the second that Rhys gets out of his depth she’s there to balance things and smooth them over. Which she does in spite of Rhys’ grumbling.

“You could be attending your own duties,” he said testily. I clamped my lips tighter together. I’d never seen Rhys … irked.
[…]
“And as my only remaining relative,” Rhys went on, “Mor believes she is entitled to breeze in and out of my life as she sees fit.”
“So grumpy this morning,” Mor said, plopping two muffins onto her plate.

He huffs about it but there’s no doubt that Mor’s appearance was sorely needed and that she calms him down and grounds him. Mor also goes out of her way to welcome Feyre, to make her feel like she fits in at the Court, to be a friend to her, to help her, and to encourage her to give Rhys a chance.  

‘…Mor said, swirling her wine, her shoulders loosening as Azriel at last blinked, and seemed to shake off whatever memory had frozen him.

[…]

“A new bastard in the camp—and an untrained shadowsinger to boot. Not to mention he couldn’t even fly thanks to—”
Mor cut in lazily, “Stay on track, Cassian.”
Indeed, any warmth had vanished from Azriel’s face. But I quieted my own curiosity as Cassian again shrugged, not even bothering to take note of the silence that seemed to leak from the shadowsinger. Mor saw, though—even if Azriel didn’t bother to acknowledge her concerned stare, the hand that she kept looking at as if she’d touch, but thought better of it.

These both happen at the first dinner at the House of Wind. Once again Mor is monitoring things carefully and she intervenes - casually, lazily, thoughtlessly, as though she doesn’t even care/is barely noticing what she’s doing but she knows exactly what’s going on. She keeps very careful watch over Az throughout the dinner, reacting when he feels better, intervening when Cass started wandering into dangerous waters and showing such overt concern for Az that Feyre noticed it before she knew anything about either of them/their dynamic. And as with what we saw before with Rhys her actions aren’t rewarded with any kind of gratitude from the people she’s looking out for - but she does it anyway. 

Azriel just shook his head. “I’ll go. The Prison sentries know me—what I am.”
I wondered if the shadowsinger was usually the first to throw himself into danger. Mor’s fingers stilled on the stem of her wineglass, her eyes narrowing on Amren.

[…]

“Here we go,” Cassian grumbled. Mor gave Azriel a warning glare to tell him not to volunteer this time. The spymaster just gave her an incredulous look in return.

Azriel: *is first to volunteer to go into dangerous situations likely due to his own disregard for his personal safety and the way he prioritises others over himself* Mor: *reproves him for doing this because he does matter. twice.* Fandom: *oh but she’s so selfish, she doesn’t care about Az at all! She doesn’t show any regard for him/love towards him/anything at all until the very end of the book when he gets shot* Me: -_- A N Y W A Y. 

She stared and stared at the Book—as if it were a ghost, as if it were a miracle—and said, “It is the Leshon Hakodesh. The Holy Tongue.” Those quicksilver eyes shifted to Rhysand, and I realized she’d understood, too, why she’d gone.
Rhysand said, “I heard a legend that it was written in a tongue of mighty beings who feared the Cauldron’s power and made the Book to combat it. Mighty beings who were here … and then vanished. You are the only one who can uncode it.”
It was Mor who warned, “Don’t play those sorts of games, Rhysand.”

Oh look, it’s Mor watching out for Amren’s well-being as well as Rhys and Azriel’s. It’s almost as though….There’s a theme here. Shocking. Even though Amren is one of the most powerful beings in the world Mor still has her back and still looks out for her. It’s almost as though she deeply loves and cares for her little found family and wants to protect them, even from small things. Incredible. 

And just in case anyone was doubting (since this relationship falls under a lot of scrutiny from Mor’s side) she also puts herself out there for Cassian’s sake too :) 

 “Cassian helped Rhys get me out. Before either had the real rank to do so. For Rhys, getting caught would have been a mild punishment, perhaps a bit of social shunning. But Cassian … he risked everything to make sure I stayed out of that court. And he laughs about it, but he believes he’s a low-born bastard, not worthy of his rank or life here. He has no idea that he’s worth more than any other male I met in that court—and outside of it. Him and Azriel, that is.”

Against the popular fandom belief that Cass still feels guilty about what happened with the Incident and that Mor somehow encourages this/benefits from it in some way I give you this. Actual canon. Because the only response that Mor ever shows to Cassian’s part in her past is gratitude. She is grateful. She is grateful that he was kind and good and gave her a choice. She is grateful that he rescued her from her abusive situation. It’s been five hundred years and she is still grateful to him for risking himself to get her out of there. And she considers him to be worth more than any other male she’s ever met aside from Rhys. 

Mor, on her knees beside Cassian, hurtled for the king with a cry of pure wrath.
He sent a punch of power to her. She dodged, a knife angled in her hand, and—
Azriel cried out in pain.
She froze. Stopped a foot from the throne. Her knife clattered to the floor.

 To be entirely clear about what happens here, okay: the king shreds Cassian’s wings with half thought and Mor, with absolutely no magic, with nothing to defend herself, with no ability to protect herself and with nothing but a single, solitary knife in her hand against a centuries old king strong enough to strip the magic from the two most powerful Illyrian warriors in history, the most powerful High Lord in history, and Feyre who has the power of all seven high lords in her veins at the same time launches herself at the king to punish him for what he’s done to her friend. And the only reason that she stops her attack is not because of the magic he tries to hit her with - but Azriel, because if she’d hurt the king then Azriel would have died but at no point is her own safety a concern or a consideration here. But…Yeah, sure, Mor doesn’t care about Cass that’s…just. yeah. 

Next point: 

But Mor hopped off the bed, opened the door for me, and said, “There are good days and hard days for me—even now. Don’t let the hard days win.”

I’m using this as a kind of catch-all quote for a couple of points. First of all I think a lot of people seem to think Mor is ‘over’ what happened to her? Or there’s certainly a lot of talk about how ‘jfc it was 500 years ago move on’ when it comes to Mor…yet we frequently discuss Cassian, Azriel and Rhys’s childhoods (funny that) Anyway, the point is that Mor is not just magically better/never suffers for her trauma. She still has hard days. She just doesn’t let them win. But that means that all of that aloofness, all of that irreverence, all of that brightness and light and hope is something that she fights for. Constantly. Trauma does not have an expiry date, it doesn’t just up and leave one day, it still affects her, it still hurts her, she just refuses to let it beat her. And that makes her strong af but anyway. 

Second thing I want to talk about is how much Mor opens up for Feyre’s benefit. I’m just using this quote for that because it happens several times throughout the book and we’d be here all day if I quoted them all and they’re well enough known I think that I don’t need them. But Mor rips open old wounds of hers over and over and over again for Feyre. She tells her what happened in grim, explicit detail, she tells her how it affected her, she rips open those wounds again to show Feyre that it is possible to heal from them. It’s possible to endure the dark horrors that she, that they both, have endured and still come out able to love and trust and be bright and warm and friendly and selfless. 

(And aside from Feyre’s storyline and what this does for her this is an incredibly important message for abuse survivors in an audience as well. Because it’s a fairly frequent thing that we see- especially female characters- suffer some form of abuse or hurt (usually at the hands of men) and as a result they become acerbic and cold and withdrawn and mistrustful. I am not in anyway saying that this is a ‘bad’ response to trauma or pain. It happens. It’s real. But in terms of media portrayal seeing something that actively goes against that is I think incredibly important. Because that’s not what has to happen. Mor came out of what she endured and she came out of it soft and warm and selfless and loving and that’s a perfectly valid endpoint of recovery too. Dark days don’t have to lead to more darkness. They can lead to bright, warm sunshine too. and that’s important.) 

This also leads me on to the role Mor plays in the Court of Dreams. I’ve talked before about her position in the Court of Nightmares being empowering (and a perfect counterpoint to the Tamlin/Lucien dynamic when it comes to thinking about her and Rhys and how they respond/react to her being forced to return to the site of her abuse/trauma) And it is. She is given power over her abusers. Her father is reduced to a steward and she is given not only authority over him but she is given his authority. She rules the place that tormented her and that is so incredibly important but it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t affect her, it doesn’t mean that she isn’t performing a selfless act for the sake of her court and it doesn’t mean that it’s easy for her (hint: it’s not) 

Maybe I should have asked Mor to come. But she’d left after dinner, pale-faced and jumpy, ignoring Cassian’s attempt to speak with her. 
[…]
“How was your visit to the Court of Nightmares?”
She paused, her face going uncharacteristically pale. “Fine. It’s always a delight to see my parents. As you might guess.”
[…]
“I’m sorry—for all that you endured.”
“Thank you,” she said, coming over to watch me. “Visiting them always leaves me raw.”

 All of these are Mor’s direct responses either facing a trip to the CoN (the first quote) or after visiting them (the second). Yes Mor is in a position of power over her abusers. Yes that is, in a sense, empowering and likely helpful in terms of her recovery. But the fact is that she does, and has for centuries, returned to the place that she was abused and tortured and traumatised. It’s like what Feyre does at the end of ACOMAF - returning to the Spring Court with Tamlin for the good of her court. Except Mor has been doing this for hundreds of years, even though it leaves her raw, even though it can still make her panicky and upset. She does it. Which makes her brave and selfless as all hell I will fight you on this point. 

More things: 

 Cassian realized I was in one piece and hurtled for Rhys, who was struggling to rise, mud covering his bare skin, but Mor—Mor saw my face.
I went up to her, cold and hollow. “I want you to take me somewhere far away,” I said. “Right now.” I needed to get away—needed to think, to have space and quiet and calm.
Mor looked between us, biting her lip.
“Please,” I said, and my voice broke on the word.
Behind me, Rhys moaned my name again.
Mor scanned my face once more, and gripped my hand.
We vanished into wind and night.

 […]

“Still recovering, but fine. Pissed at me, of course, but he can shove it.
I combined Mor’s yellow gold with the red I’d used for the Illyrian wings, and blended until vibrant orange emerged. “Thank you—for not telling him I was here.”
A shrug.

Again Mor puts other people’s needs over own. She took Feyre away from Rhys - knowing it would hurt Rhys, knowing it would upset him, knowing that Feyre was forcing her to choose a side but choosing it anyway. Then she dismisses Rhys being angry with her and Feyre’s thanks for what it cost her to help her and keep her location from Rhys (I’m pretty sure Rhys didn’t just politely ask her this once over a cup of tea and then let the matter drop. Not if Mor describes him as being pissed at her) 

Even more evidence: 

It was satisfactory enough to my mate—who at last looked at Mor.
She nodded once, but said, “I know my orders.”
I wondered what those might be—why I hadn’t been told—but she gripped my hand.
[…]
Mor kept at my side, constantly monitoring. The last line of defense.
If Cassian and Azriel were hurt, I realized, she was to make sure I got out by whatever means. Then return.

Right to make this part even more explicit, because I think the difficulty here of what Mor has to do is possible to be underrated and I want there to be no doubt: before they went to infiltrate Hybern Rhys ordered Mor to leave Cassian and Azriel, two of the people she loves most in the world, behind if they were injured in order to get Feyre to safety. And this is something that Mor agreed to and acknowledged and I have no doubt would have done if the need had arisen. And then, once she had gotten Feyre to safety, she herself would have returned and put herself in an incredible amount of danger to get them back. 

This is like….the dictionary definition of selflessness idk what to tell you any more okay. 

Is this enough? Do I need to say more? Or can we just, like re-read ACOMAF and remind ourselves what an incredible specimen of pure selfless goodness Morrigan is? 

TL;DR: Mor is selfless af and I will fight you on this point. That is all. 

Always Pt. 3: Lie (M)

Trailer | Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three

It appears the tables have turned…

Originally posted by the-rap-man

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Jimin x Reader

Genre: Killer!Jungkook, Angst, Smut

Word Count: 5,690

Content/Warnings: Smut, Violence, Major Character Death, not nearly as graphic as part 1 though.

Summary: 

You would die for him, kill for him, and everything in between.

He was as much a part of you as yourself. 

You didn’t want anyone else. 

It was always Jungkook.


You woke up with his strong arms around you, feeling safe and secure. Jungkook always had the ability to make you feel that way. His body and his warmth was like home. A tough shelter from the unrelenting storm outside. It had always felt this way, ever since you were teenagers. And you were glad you still felt this way, even after all you had been through together. 

You pressed yourself closer to him, feeling his morning hardness poking into your back. He groaned and gripped you tighter, moving his hips to rub himself against you. You giggled at his neediness and turned your body around to face him. You were startled by what you saw.

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“Jesus you scared me!” Ryleigh took a few deep breaths to try to calm her heart down as she moved closer.

“Good,” he crossed his arms and glared at her. “You should be more careful.”

“About what?” she frowned. “What are you doing here?”

“Going against my better judgement,” he sighed heavily.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Ryleigh snapped. “But I’m getting a little sick of your mood swings. First you hate me, then you ask me to dance at the club, now you—”

“I did no such thing,” he growled. “Are you really that blind?”

“What?” she blinked at him, thoroughly confused.

He lowered his head and looked up at her expectantly for a moment as though he were willing her to understand. Opening his mouth slightly, he made an annoyed clicking sound and Ryleigh suddenly realised he had a beard. She squinted at him in the darkness and really looked at him.

“Oh my god!” she gasped suddenly. “That wasn’t you in the club!?”

“No it was not,” he confirmed. “Though I was there, I didn’t go anywhere near you.”

“Then who the hell asked me to dance?!” she demanded. “He looked exactly like you!”

“I’m aware,” he nodded. “That generally happens with identical twins.”

“Twin brother?” Ryleigh gaped at him. “I thought he was you, that’s why I said no.”

“Well thank god for your hatred of me,” he rolled his eyes. “You’d do well to apply that same hatred to Halim, perhaps even more so.”

“What?” she frowned. “Why?”

“You don’t want to know the why,” he shook his head and unfolded his arms, moving forwards quickly. “All you need to know is that you should stay as far away from him and that club as possible.”

He stared at her meaningfully as he strode passed and headed in the direction of his house leaving Ryleigh staring after him in confusion. What the hell was going on?

My Anchor - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Originally posted by bucha-nan


A/N: So this is just an idea that crossed my mind. I’m not really proud of it but I just wanted to write something. So here it is. I also hope it is okay to tag some of my favorite Blogs in this imagine. If you don’t like being tagged please tell me, then I will remove you again.


A soft knock on my door was what woke me up this morning. I tiredly rubbed the sleep out of my eyes with my left hand.

“Come in”, I called through my apartment in the STARK Tower. I wouldn’t call it my home yet, because I’ve been here barely six month and it still felt strange sometimes.


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FINAL THOUGHTS ON THE LEFOU DISCOURSE

First, can people please quit the ‘and Disney’s patting themselves on the back for this’ thing? I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve heard people say that.

Disney never did what they’re accused of. They didn’t even say a word about it on social media or in the press, as far as I’m concerned (correct me if I’m wrong, I might be.) They weren’t even behind the idea of making LeFou gay.

The movie’s director was. It wasn’t even in the script in the first place. It was just Bill Condon, a gay man whose long-time partner is a producer of the movie, taking that decision, letting Josh Gad do his thing, and then hoping Disney would be okay with it. I don’t care what you think of Disney in general, I’m personally not a Disney fan in the first place, but I care about misinformation.

Because it was Bill Condon, in an interview with a gay magazine, deciding he wanted to reveal it and being happy about it because he’d tried to include diversity in his movie. Not Disney. And what did he say about the ‘gay moment’, that wasn’t included in the Internet article? (it wasn’t the full version, if you wanted to read the whole thing you had to buy the magazine) That he was anxious not to overstate it, because “it’s a moment - it only lasts five seconds.” He never tried to pretend the scene would be huge.

Do you know who patted Disney on the back as if they were behind that decision? Do you know who ignored the full article to make their own, and by doing so did exactly what Bill Condon didn’t want to happen, and spread misinformation everywhere? The media.

Do you know who didn’t do a tiny bit of research that didn’t require buying the magazine before getting all mad and hateful? You all.

I’m tired of your negativity. I’m tired of you all shitting on the movie without even seeing it because you heard the 'gay moment’ is a three seconds scene. Shitting on LeFou without even giving him a chance because all you see is his animated counterpart (and god, did I hate the animated LeFou, and still do,) even though with a little bit of research you would have known he wasn’t going to be portrayed like a villain and an actual fool in the live action.

Besides, there’s more than that ‘gay moment’ at the end. LeFou really is gay and it’s there for the whole movie, as it should be. He’s not just thrown in a guy’s arms and whoop, surprise, he’s gay! Except the Gaston scene, it was subtly obvious that LeFou was gay, which I think is accurate given the time period (by that I mean he’s not going to openly tell everyone who wants to hear it that he likes men–particularly in that village)

Then, LeFou wasn’t funny because he’s gay. He was just funny. And gay. To be honest sometimes Lumière and Cogsworth felt more like comic relief characters than LeFou did.

That’s for the people who haven’t seen it and decided they wouldn’t. Now, about those who have seen it. I honestly can’t believe how many of you are like ‘there’s only one gay moment and it was shit and his gayness was played for laughs’ when… no? There’s more? Did we see the same movie?

And then, there are all the people saying LeFou is a homophobic stereotype.

Let’s be honest here, the only scene in which you could argue he was a flamboyant gay stereotype was the ‘Gaston’ scene. Yeah. That one over the top musical number. In which LeFou was confident, happy and adorable and didn’t give a flying f*ck what people thought of him. And guess what? No one in the movie ever mocks him for it, ever even reacts to him being flamboyant. Not even that asshole Gaston. I personally thought it was an amazing moment.

So… we’re going to do a LeFou scenes recap.

Introduction: LeFou’s funny, not because he’s gay but because he’s pretty much insulting Gaston and Gaston doesn’t notice. It’s basically shown he’s more clever and more reasonable than Gaston. Nothing stereotyped about him nor his mannerisms.

Arriving in the village: he just gets off his horse and tells the Bimbettes who were gushing over Gaston that it’s never going to happen. Nothing stereotyped about him nor his mannerisms.

Conversation with Gaston after ‘Belle’: he’s got a funny line, but it has nothing to do with him being gay. Then, he does a little head move and a sort of humming sound before following Gaston, that’s true. It could be interpreted as LeFou trying to imitate Gaston, or him acting towards Gaston the same way Gaston acts towards the Bimbettes. Either way, are you really going to hate on him for that little thing?

Mirror: he’s being his little sassy self. Nothing to say until the 'me neither.’ Probably the only moment that could be considered as 'gay for jokes.’ He wasn’t more ridiculous than Gaston a second before, though.

Already talked about the Gaston scene above.

After the ‘Gaston’ scene: “LeFou you’re the best, how is it no girl has snatched you up yet?” - “I’ve been told I’m clingy, but I really don’t get it” was basically a ‘I’m gay and I have a crush on you’ moment, and I don’t know about you, but I’ve seen the movie eight times, and no one ever laughed. Because it’s not funny. The tone of the moment, the absence of music… that scene clearly touched on the ‘LeFou is gay’ subject, probably in the most direct way in the whole movie, but wasn’t played nor shot as something funny. Nothing stereotyped about him nor his mannerisms.

In the woods: LeFou’s once again funny in this one, but because of how he deals with Maurice’s babbling about the Beast and the castle, and with Gaston’s anger. Funny lines, funny expressions easing the oncoming darkness of the scene. Again, it has nothing to do with the fact he’s gay. Nothing stereotyped about him nor his mannerisms.

In the tavern: for the second time LeFou shows he has a conscience and questions Gaston’s actions. He’s not comfortable with what has been done and will be done in the scene. There’s nothing funny about him in that scene. Nothing stereotyped about him nor his mannerisms.

Mob: once again he tries to talk some sense into Gaston. Nothing funny here, at all. This is the most serious LeFou gets. Nothing stereotyped about him nor his mannerisms.

Castle battle: LeFou is back to being funny at some points (‘you must be his grandmother’) Also he knows how to give a good punch, you go boy. Nothing stereotyped about him nor his mannerisms.

Ending: just some dancing. Nothing stereotyped about him nor his mannerisms.

So, yeah. This is what makes some people call LeFou a “homophobic stereotype.” Two tiny, not even five seconds moments at the beginning of the movie, out of everything else that was absolutely fine, and yeah, an over the top musical number.

I’m not saying LeFou is perfect representation. But it’s a start, and not a terrible one, by a gay director who had nothing but good intentions. 

Listen. LeFou doesn’t die. LeFou doesn’t end up heartbroken. He’s not a villain. We’ve got a smart, sassy, confident canon gay character in 1 billion dollars Disney movie, who goes through actual character development, taking him from worshipping and admiring Gaston because of their years of friendship and his loyalty and love for him, to questioning Gaston’s actions, to trying to confront him, to switching sides and being hinted at getting the boyfriend he deserves at the end.

Isn’t that enough for a first? I mean, believe me, I want a gay princess or a gay prince as well. I want a queer Disney story. We’re not there yet, but we will be. And it starts with characters like LeFou. 

To those of you who are/were upset by LeFou’s character: I’m not saying you have no right to be. This is how you feel. This post isn’t for you, but if it helped change your mind, great! But there’s being upset or upset and angry… and then there’s just being angry bordering on straight up hateful. Too many people are just bitter and angry and spreading useless hate, including people who haven’t even seen the movie. I think that’s a shame. LeFou is a good character. They’ve done a wonderful job reinterpreting him, and he and the movie don’t deserve any of the hate they’re getting.

I guess I’m done here. This is what I wanted to say. I love LeFou, I love what they did with his character, I’m hopeful for the future of queer characters in Disney movies, and I’m not going to be sorry for it.

ps: don’t bother with anon hate, I won’t answer and I’ll immediately block you.

hiraeth pt.1

Warning: Spoilers

Jumin/MC (you)

pt. 2 | pt. 3

genre: angst + other stuff lol

Also, thank you @sinfulinsecret for helping me sort out my thoughts and shaping this fic (otherwise it would’ve been a bigger mess than it already is).

A/N: This work is set in a world in which everything at Mint Eye actually happened (V’s dead, Saeran’s back, Saeyoung quit the agency, Rika’s in Alaska). But Seven and MC (reader insert) stayed best friends, they were always friends. This happens a year and a half after the main story.


          Saeran was lying down on the couch, eyes glued to the screen of his Nimtendo DS. Deft fingers moved from one button to another, the sounds from the device being the only ones filling the room. You were sitting on the opposite couch to his, just watching the other twin play, waiting for Saeyoung to come with a bowl of Honey Buddha Chips.
          You were currently at Saeyoung’s place to plan some stuff out for the upcoming RFA party.

           “What are you thinking? You lost or something?” you were indeed lost in though until the redhead’s voice snapped you out of your reverie.

           “Took you long enough,” you teased.

          Seven simply scoffed and dumped the bowl between your crossed legs before letting himself fall on the couch right next to you. 

          “You should feel honored by my fabulous presce- OUCH!” he exclaimed in an indignant tone of voice when you pinched his cheek.

          “You’re really really smart but like… you can be so dumb sometimes,” you wiggled your eyebrows at him and stuck your tongue out. 

          He let out a soft chuckle and threw some chips at you, making you gasp loudly. You eyed him, then Saeran with a happy gleam in your eyes and suddenly you were reminded of the events that happened a year and a half ago, your throat suddenly feeling tight.


          As if on cue the man next to you poked your cheek gently as a concerned frown adorned his face. He was such a great friend.

          “What’s wrong, (y/n)?” he said. 

          You bit your bottom lip, unable to lie to his face, “I just thought of what happened back then… I just… I’m happy that you were reunited with your brother but even though I didn’t know him as long as you did… V just deserved so much better.”

          Your voice was quiet enough for Saeran not overhear your conversation. Seven’s eyes immediately found your own and you could feel the guilt overflowing his body. 

          “But, it wasn’t anyone else’s fault but Rika’s,” you added, “She refused help, she abused V, she corrupted Saeran. It’s just… It sucks I guess.”

          You grabbed Seven’s hand and gave it a comforting squeeze before looking over at Saeran who still had his eyes glued to his game. You were truly glad that the twins were able to reunite. They both deserved it.

          Seven nodded once before sighing and standing up, beckoning you to follow him. You brushed the crumbs from the chips off your lap and followed your friend into his room. You noticed that there was his car-shaped bed, a couple of bookshelves, a nightstand, a TV, and some stars glued to the ceiling. His room was simple and quite messy.
         
          ‘He truly is like a child,’ you thought.

          Saeyoung grabbed something that looked like a photo album from his bookshelf. It was weird. You never took him as the person to have photo albums.
          He walked towards his bed and sat down, placing the album on his lap.

          “Well? Come in,” he dusted off the album then proceeded to open it.  

          You closed the door behind you as you made your way into his room and towards his bed, “So, what’s that?

          You let yourself fall next to him, just like he did a few minutes ago on the couch. Your eyes slowly moved towards the item on his lap, a picture of the original RFA adorning the first page. There was Yoosung with his brown, short hair; then Jumin, his expression as stoic as ever, your eyes lingered on his face for a bit longer. Zen was right next to him, a sweet smile adorning his undeniably gorgeous face and Saeyoung was standing next to Yoosung with an uncharacteristic serious expression, and right in the middle were… V and Rika, smiling right at the camera.

          “Why are you showing me this?” you said in a small voice.

          “I wanted to show you what the RFA was like, what V was like. You guys are truly special for me and I needed something to prove that this all wasn’t a dream; therefore I made this photo album. Now, I know you profusely dislike Rika but I think it’s a good idea to talk about this. For me, for you, and eventually for everyone in the RFA,” he mumbled the last part.

          Jumin and Seven didn’t want the others to know about the things that went down at Mint Eye and you disagreed instantly but promised to keep it a secret for the time being. 

           You two then started talking about the past parties and some the funny things that happened in the messenger. It wasn’t as lively as it was now but it didn’t mean they weren’t funny.

           Then Seven turned the page, revealing a picture of V, Rika, and Jumin sitting on a couch with Elizabeth the 3rd resting on your fiancé’s lap. You smiled as you saw Jumin in casual clothing, his hair slightly messy, a small smile adorning his face while his hand idly rested on Elizabeth’s back. All in all, he looked adorable. 

           “Oh! I remember that day!” Saeyoung pointed at Jumin’s face, grinning slightly.

          “What happened that day?” you tilted your head slightly in curiosity as you noticed Saeyoung’s eyes started shining.

          “That’s the day Jumin got Elly!” he grinned widely and looked over at you.

          “Oh, my! Really!? He looks really happy…” you trailed off, your mind suddenly filled with thoughts of the man you loved with your entire being.  

          ‘He must be at work right now,’ you thought.

          “So what exactly happened!? How did he react!? Please tell me everything, Saeyoung!” you were so eager to hear about his adorable reaction.

          “Well, I wasn’t there there but they sent this photo to the messenger. But I know what happened. It was Rika who gave her to him. They were at V’s apartment and he was really happy, even though he kept saying it wasn’t a big deal,” he rolled his eyes.

          “Wait. So, Rika gave Elizabeth the 3rd to him?” you weren’t exactly jealous but it made you feel uneasy. Still you were glad that Elizabeth was there to keep company to Jumin before you did.


5 p.m., Outside of Zen’s apartment

           You waited for your friend to come out eagerly. He’d promised that he would take you for a ride on his motorcycle, despite Jumin’s constant reprimanding whenever you brought the subject up. Afterwards you two would just hang out at a bar and talk. And you did exactly that. 

           Time flew by as fast as it did with Seven. You had a great time riding your friend’s motorcycle. It was one of the biggest rushes you’ve ever felt in your life, besides those experienced behind closed doors at your lover’s apartment.

           You lost track of time completely when you were drinking and chatting. Zen always had been a great person to talk to. He was the one person you could always go to for advice and, to be honest, he was pretty fun.


11 p.m., Jumin’s penthouse

           Saying that today had been a stressful day would be an understatement. One of the big deals he was working on had been dropped without previous notice, causing chaos to erupt in the office. That specific deal would’ve been of great use for the company.

           He stepped into your shared apartment and was immediately greeted by Elizabeth the 3rd’s meowing followed by an affectionate rub against his ankles. The man felt suffocated and fatigued, he had a headache and wanted nothing more than to come home to you and unwind.

           That’s when he noticed you weren’t home.

           ‘That’s strange,’ he thought, checking his phone to see if he had any missed calls or messages from you after he noticed you only left a note that spelled “It’s my day off so I’ll be back later! Love you!”

           Just when he thought his day couldn’t get any worse.

1 a.m., Jumin’s apartment

           Crap. It was really late and you just realized you had over 5 missed calls from Jumin.

           As quietly as you possibly could you unlocked this apartment door and stepped inside. You closed the door and placed the keys in your coat’s right pocket.  

           The moment you stepped into the living room he was there. Arms crossed with posture that screamed rage. His face was the most emotionless he’s ever directed at you in a while.  

           ‘Crap,’ was the only thing you could think.

           You only stood there, like a deer caught in the headlights, staring at him. You felt awful. It was late; you totally forgot to call him or text him because you had such a great time. That was no excuse, though. You took a deep breath; ready to wholeheartedly apologize when he held a hand up.

           “Don’t even bother. Where were you?” his voice was like ice and it struck at your heart. He never spoke this way to you.

           But you still couldn’t even bring yourself to argue, not when you had some fault here, “I was with Seven organizing something for the party and then I hung out with Zen.”

           Anger mixed with annoyance flashed across his face, but just as soon as it appeared, it was gone. You sighed and started walking up to your fiancé only for him to turn around and walk away, heading into his study.

           “I have some work to do, go to bed,” those were the last words he said before he shut the door behind him.


Three days later, Jumin’s apartment

           No “good mornings” or  “goodnights” had been exchanged, no kisses or embraces, no loving words had left his lips ever since he shut the door of his study that night. Whatever attempt at a conversation you had was only filled by his ice-cold tone of voice accompanied by his stoic face and your hesitant voice. Every time you tried to touch him he successfully managed to evade you. 

           You’d heard from Jaehee what had happened with the other company and the deal that was dropped. You were sure that work would be extremely heavy for the next week at the very least and that you being home so late that night only made added up to his frustrations.  But still, you had apologized for not texting him about your whereabouts that day. He’d dismissed you.

           He had just gotten home and you were set on fixing things. You were standing in the hallway that connected the entrance with the living room, a shy smile adorning your face. You tried your best to hide your anxieties but it was proving more difficult when his cold gaze met your own.

           “Hello, love!” you walked over to him and tried to help him with his coat only to have him step back and do it himself.

           “Hello,” he said nonchalantly before walking past you and towards the living room, immediately picking Elizabeth he 3rd who had been resting on the couch. His eyes softened as he stroked her soft fur and you only felt your hurt growing.

           You shook your head in an attempt to clear your thoughts and made your way towards the couch, letting yourself fall right next to him, startling Elizabeth in the process, which made you feel a pang of guilt.

           “I made dinner tonight! I thought you would be hungry and I wanted to have some quality time with my soon-to-be husband!” you said in the brightest tone you could physically muster but the only thing you received was an angry scowl from him.

           “Can’t you be more careful? You scared Elizabeth the 3rd,” he looked back down at the feline, “Plus, I already ate at the office.” 

           That. Was. It.

           You were tired of this attitude of his. It was too painful. You missed a man that was right in front of you. You knew how difficult he could be at times but this was just ridiculous. What you had done was wrong but you apologized and he still acted this way? No. You wouldn’t have it anymore. You would never apologize for actually being with your friends and having fun.

You stood from your spot on the couch, crossed your arms, and your “happy girlfriend” façade broke, only revealing raw hurt. 

           “Okay, what is your problem? I’ve been trying my best here, Jumin. I know you’re trying to push me away. But guess what? It’s not happening. I want to make this right and you don’t seem to give a shit. I went out with my friends. So what!? I already said I was sorry! I already apologized for not texting you because unlike you I can see past other people’s mistakes and forgive.”

           His hair covered those dark eyes of his and you could see his entire body tensing, “Stop being ridiculous, (y/n).”

           At that he stood up and tried to walk past you but you grabbed his suit’s sleeve and he stopped in his tracks. 

           Slowly, he turned to face you and you were met with a look that screamed annoyance. You felt a knot in your throat as you fought hard to hold back a sob that was so desperately fighting to slip out.

           “What?” he raised an eyebrow and you just couldn’t take it anymore. 

           “Stop that! Stop this! It’s not my fault that you’re frustrated about work! Because instead of actually talking about it to me you decide to use a petty excuse to let out your frustrations on me. I know what happened! A deal was dropped and it screwed everything up! How is that my fault, Jumin? I just want to hear you out and support you and love you and you’re making it impossible!” those words jabbed at his heart and his pride.

           “Stop trying to act like you know me. You’ve only been here for a year and a half. Elizabeth has been here longer. What makes you believe you’re entitled to decide what I’m feeling?” he snatched his sleeve back and his right hand absentmindedly fiddled with it, “While you were out and about messing around with Zen I was trying hard to provide for you. And guess who was here for me? Elizabeth the 3rd. You are…” he trailed off when he noticed that hot tears started falling down your cheeks. You were biting your lip hard, blood starting to trickle down.

          He was still fuming, his feelings were a mess at the moment and the only thing he could fully register was your back slowly heading into the spare bedroom, shutting the door close behind you along with your emotions.

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Childhood friends - Dunkirk Harry

Part One

Unknown number:
Little Lulu Lamb, is that you?

Lulu:
Who the hell is this?

Unknown number:
Your mum passed me your number.


Although the reply hadn’t exactly answered my question, I thought I might have known who it was, just because of the name. Little Lulu Lamb. It was something I hadn’t heard for years.
I scowled down to my phone, because although I’d taken a guess, I manged to talk myself out of it very quickly, since it had been years since we last spoke. He’d gone off and auditioned for The X Factor, and then the boy I’d grown up with just wasn’t around anymore. I hadn’t even seen him since, and I wasn’t sure it was because we’d just missed running into each other, or because we’d never really tried to see each other.
All I could think was that it couldn’t possibly be him.
Why would he bother getting in touch now?

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The past, the present... The future.  -Part 8

Summary: In SHIELD you are known for your charisma and your irrational optimism. Specially taking in count the irreversible curse HYDRA condemned you with. Because of that, Director Fury has determinate that you are the best person to take care of Bucky’s mental state.

Chapter 8: The Past.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Y/N: Your name

Warnings: heavy mentions of rape and torture, angst.

A/N: I don’t even know. This is strong, guys! Please, let me know what you think!

Previously: Part 1, Part 7

Originally posted by rickbridge

Previously:

I leave the notebook on the table when I hear rapid footsteps approaching. Bucky busts through the door. His expression is twisted in a mix agony and guilt when he looks at me.

“What’s the matter?”

He looks at me in silence for too long. Eventually, he speaks. “You… You’re the girl with the HYDRA scar.”

It’s been long since anyone called me that, but there was a time when that name was all there was from me. It was my only name and identification. That was all I was.

The girl with the HYDRA scar.

It’s been a long time, but it hasn’t been enough.


Y/N’s POV:

Acid. It was running through my body, burning me inside out. I was pressed against the way, bitting tightly my arm so I didn’t scream. But the pain was just too big. Too intense.

I was in my cell. I had been living there for approximately the past five years, but it was difficult to tell. If I wasn’t wrong, I had turned sixteen around a month ago, but I couldn’t be sure. I had been in there for so long I was completely disorientated. Well, it didn’t matter given the fact that I was most likely never going to leave the place alive.

I was shaking very badly, my body’s natural response to the invasive substance that now cursed through my veins, consuming every cell of my body. It was killing me. My breath was heavy for the immense effort my system was doing to cope with the serum. My body was bruised from their needles and scissors, my mind was tortured by the images of the table… The room creeped menacingly towards me, but I couldn’t go any further, my back was pressed against the cold wall. Slowly, my conscience started to drift off and took me to the day it all started…

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if you’re a writer and you ever worried about your story being too predictable and no one will like it if they know where it’s going remember that a huge amount of ancient literature- the Iliad, the Odyssey, 99% of Greek tragedies- were based on cultural myths and legends that literally 100% of everyone knew already. When the Athenians went in to the theater to watch Oedipus, they weren’t going “oh wow what a great guy I hope nothing bad happens to him” they were going “oh man this asshole doesn’t even know he’s fucking his own mom isn’t it going to be fucking hilarious when he finds out and claws his own eyes off”. A story can be just as interesting if you know exactly where it’s going- in fact, you can use that reader knowledge to your benefit! People love reading a story they already know, retold again for the millionth time. Some people read every coffeeshop AU they can find, even though they all (mostly) have the same basic plot. Disney’d beauty and the beast made bank, and we all went to see it because we already loved the story so much. If a reader enjoys a story, they’re going to seek out stories that are as close as possible to that one, because they already know they’ll like it.

Capabilities- A Remus Lupin Imagine

A/N: I just can’t seem to stop writing as of late. I guess I have a surge of new blog inspiration. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy this slightly angsty, slightly fluffy Remus imagine that I have been working on. I don’t know if I am too keen on the middle bit but I think this is as good as it’s gonna get. Enjoy! 

Originally posted by nellaey

You always enjoyed breakfast. Maybe it was the hot coffee that would warm your hands, or the sweet smell of jam on toast that you’d have every morning. Something about it seemed so refreshing. You loved how you could get up early and make your way down to the Great Hall with a book, or newspaper and read in a little bubble of solitude. No matter what was going on, you always knew that you’d have a little happy moment to enjoy every morning.

And he ruined it.

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Brendon Urie Imagine- Sleep

The wind raps against the window as the thunder sounds through the heavy air. Any normal night, you’d be curled up with a blanket and a book listening to the rain fall but tonight is not a normal night. You feel… off. No matter how hard you try, the pages of your book remain uninteresting and  unturned. 

You pick up your phone and flick on the blue light. 10.30. Brendon should have been home half an hour ago, and you should be in bed. Neither of those things are going to be happening any time soon, so it appears. Clicking on the tv, you start to mindlessly flip through the channels with the hope of finding something that catches your eye. 

Another twenty minutes later, the front door swings open. You hear Brendon sigh and throw his keys on the table that sits in the entryway. As much as you wanted to run to him, your feet didn’t want to carry you to where you want to go. 

“Babe?” he calls out, noticing the flickering light of the television against the wall. 

You attempt to reply but the words fizzle off in your throat. His footsteps grow closer as he finds his way into the living room where you are lazily laying on the couch. He stands in the entryway of the room, rubbing his eyes with his bawled fists. 

“Babe it’s almost 11 p.m., what are you still going up?” he asks blinking away the sleep in his eyes.

“Couldn’t sleep.” you mumble with a soft shrug. 

“What’s the matter darling?” he coos striding over to sit next to you on the couch. 

He looks up at you with soft, expressive eyes trying to decipher whats going on behind the facade you put on. Offering a soft gesture, he reaches out and strokes your arm gently. 

“I feel… icky.” you sigh unable to come up with a better description. 

“Oh baby, why don’t we get you to bed yeah?” he coaxes you closer to him. 

You muster up enough energy to give him a nod and pick yourself up off the couch. No matter how hard you try, you just can’t will yourself to move though. It’s as if your feet have forgotten how to walk. Brendon tugs on your hand a little as you look around almost confused. 

“Y/n, are you coming?” He questions.

“I can’t.” you sigh heavily. 

This isn’t the first time this has happened, and certainly won’t be the last. Fortunately for you, Brendon knows exactly what to do. Without even giving you any time to react, he is sweeping you off your feet and down the hallway to your shared bedroom. He sets you down gently onto the fluffy covers. His lips part a little and close again as he thinks about his next move. 

“I’ll be right back, you just stay here and get comfy okay?” he says through an encouraging tone. 

Quickly, he disappears out of the room leaving you once again alone. Just you and your thoughts. The sound of the rain fights against the window once again, but your brain is elsewhere. Settling into the pillow underneath you, you stare blankly up at the ceiling unable to collect your thoughts. Only the bright flash of lightning that illuminates your room, followed by a loud crack of thunder draws you out of your trance causing you to yelp. 

“Darling, it’s just a storm. It’s alright.” He says as he re-enters the room holding a steaming mug of tea in one hand, some ibuprofen in the other. 

“Yeah. Just a storm.” you repeat his words. 

“Here, drink this lovey.” 

You gladly take the warm drink from him, bringing the cup to your nose and inhaling as much of the scent as you can. Peppermint, your favorite. The bed creaks as it dips down when he crawls in next to you. Suddenly, a warm hand is pulling you closer underneath the covers. You follow his guidance and lean up against his chest. Quickly, you take a small sip of your tea letting the hot liquid warm your insides. 

“Good girl.” He smiles down at you, smoothing over your hair. 

The next few minutes are filled with silence except for the occasional sipping noise from you. He waits until you are finished with your drink to start a small conversation. Knowing you all too well, he knows that what you need is just a little quality time. As you down the last bit of liquid, he stokes over your arm. Once you set the cup down, feeling a bit better already, he tugs you so close that your cheek is smushed against his chest. 

“Thank you Bren.” You say contently.

“You are very welcome. Now do you want to tell me what’s going on?” 

You let out an exasperated sigh, not really knowing exactly what’s going on yourself. Meanwhile his hand moves to your thigh, tracing small patterns against your porcelain skin. 

“I just… It’s… I’m not having a good day. And I was expecting you at 10, so when you came home at 11 I just…” You fight to find the words you are looking for.

“Oh babe, I’m sorry. I got wrapped up in some recording. I should have been more careful with my time.” 

“No no, it’s fine.” you whisper into the soft fabric of his shirt. “You are here now.” 

He purses his lips above you, hiding the fact that he is frowning. It bothers him that you dismiss your feelings so often, because it’s not good for you. Just as he is about to say something else, another crack of thunder booms through the house. You, being off guard, jump again but this time a pair of strong arms are wrapped around your waist to protect you. 

“Y/n, I’ve got you. It’s okay.” He leans down to press a tender kiss to the top of your head. 

Looking over at the clock that sits on your bedside table, you notice the time in now nearly 12 a.m. A small yawn escapes your mouth and your eyes begin to feel heavy. Brendon, noticing your yawn, lets out a soft chuckle and shifts around so you are laying down with each other. His hand runs along the length of your waist as he leans in close and presses a delicate kiss to the back of your neck. 

“Sleep my love. I will be here in the morning when you wake up.” He smiles. 

“Thank you, bren. For everything.” 

“You are welcome my love. Get some rest.” 

You settle a little further into Brendon’s embrace, letting his warmth envelop you. Nights like these are always your favorite because Brendon knows how to make you safe and secure. You feel his hand thread through your messy hair, and pulling through gently over and over again until you can’t keep your eyes open any longer. A little tune resonates deep in his chest as he lulls you to sleep. Certainly that night will be the best night you’ve sleep in a month. 

Noise (Part 7)

Summary: (Chris Evans x Reader / Sebastian Stan x Reader) you’re moving into an apartment on your own, ready to start fresh in someplace new. However, your new neighbor upstairs seemingly isn’t the quietest person in the world.
Warnings: slight angst, fluff
Word count: 1297
A/N: The people have spoken and this is what most of you wanted — I’m hoping you’re happy with the outcome!

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Originally posted by chriisevanss


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