even though i know he'll come back to you in the end

gooodluckmode  asked:

i cant believe im only just now finding your blog - a hide enthusiast who has the same opinions about touken as me! instant follow! mind if i ask what you think happened to hide / when (if) he'll come back??

Oh boy, I am so glad you asked me this because I have accumulated A LOT of thoughts over the past three years.

This might turn out a bit long since I usually come up with more stuff the more i type. We’ll see.

So firstly, I don’t think Hide is dead; I actually think it’s pretty unlikely at this point because of the nature of his character and how much we don’t know about him. It would seem like a huge waste of a character to just kill him off; I definitely think he’s been doing something behind the scenes, and I have a few ideas as to what that something may be, but obviously, nothing is certain.

Usually the first thing I look to when I’m theorising about Hide is the play that he was in with Kaneki when they were kids because that play does a great deal of foreshadowing and I think it’s the key to figuring out what happened with Hide and what’s happening with him now.

This is what I understand to be the basic plot of the play: the prince (Kaneki) and the witch’s servant (Hide) are both close friends. The witch’s servant, however, is tricked by the witch into betraying the prince because he is made to believe that doing so will help the prince. The end of the play has the witch’s servant asking the prince for forgiveness. The prince says he will forgive him as long as he promises to stay by his side and the witch’s servant agrees.

Now, a lot of what I get when I talk about this is the disbelief that Hide would betray Kaneki, but I think, like it says in the play, he may have either been tricked into it or thought it was best for Kaneki or a combination of the two.

The most likely explanation I can give that seems to match up with the plot of the play involves the theory about Hide making a deal with Arima to take Kaneki into the CCG. I’m sure you’ve probably heard of this theory, so I won’t go into too much detail, but it basically involves the idea that Hide may have had a discussion with Arima regarding Kaneki wherein he managed to convince him that Kaneki was worth keeping alive. Hence why he said this to Kaneki:

If Kaneki could prove to Arima that he was useful, then Arima would take him in and that is how Haise would come about. That also might explain the awkward cheek scratching that Hide did in the sewers when he was telling Kaneki that he wanted to help him.

He was, effectively, leading Kaneki to his death, so that might explain the betrayal aspect, since Hide may have thought that by doing this, he was doing what was best for Kaneki by allowing him to live. We’re obviously yet to reach the part where Hide asks Kaneki to forgive him, but in my opinion, that gives us something to look forward to, hopefully following the direction of the play where the two of them join together to fight on the same side.

That does leave the witch out of the explanation though, and that’s kind of where I’m stuck. The only character that’s really been shown with witch imagery is Eto, and she doesn’t seem to tie into this theory as it is, but maybe by making this deal with Arima, it would aid her in getting Kaneki to be the one-eyed King? That’s the only thing I could see her wanting from Hide at the moment, and maybe she saw his usefulness when he went to get that book signed for Kaneki.

I also want to address the Scarecrow theory since that seems to be the favourite recently. I think it’s definitely plausible, considering Scarecrow’s injuries and the fact that he’s only a C-rank and we’ve never seen him with a kagune before but that’s all we really have to go off of so far so I can’t really say much about it besides the fact that I think it’s plausible (and that Scarecrow’s mask certainly seems very Hide-ish with that face drawn on it.)

If Scarecrow is Hide, then that would explain why he saved Amon and how Amon seemed to recognise him. Maybe he needed Amon for something since he didn’t seem to go after Seidou. Maybe for something he’s been planning behind the scenes? Scarecrow seems to be doing a lot of snooping around; something Hide is certainly known for, and I’ve seen some say that he may be forming his own organisation or perhaps has joined one, but I feel as though Hide would work more on the down low than that. Joining or forming an organisation brings too much attention to himself; Hide seems like the kind of person who would rather snoop around my himself, or with a couple of aids by his side, which is also what I think Marude may be up to.

Marude came to trust Hide more when he joined the CCG and he saw his potential. Hide even seems to have shared his knowledge about the Washuu with him and he must look up to Marude since he’s proven to be very sharp as well; a characteristic that Hide, no doubt, values greatly in a person and would most likely cause him to look up to them. Perhaps Hide sought out Marude when he defected from the CCG? Marude’s off on his own snooping around too, and now that he knows the Washuu’s secret, I think that gives him even more ties and incentive to be working together with Hide.

There is one thing I particularly want to know though; what is Hide up to? I have no clue what his goal may be at this point; everything he’s done so far in the series seems to be driven by the idea of Kaneki and keeping him safe and protecting him, so perhaps whatever he’s doing is really for Kaneki but he’s managed to manipulate his goals in such a way to convince others to aid him (such as Marude, or Amon potentially.) In the end, I’m just waiting for him to come back so Ishida can answer all the other questions we have about Hide; where he’s been, what happened in the sewers, what he’s been doing all this time, what his true intentions are, but perhaps most of all, who is he? Because we still really don’t know even that.

As for when he’s coming back, I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s some time soon, perhaps around chapter 136 since that’s the chapter where Hide had his reunion with Kaneki in the sewers and Ishida seems to like his parallels. I can only hope the outcome is more positive this time and ends with them staying together rather than being torn apart again; it hurts me to see them apart from each other for so long after being each other’s only support for most of their lives.

anonymous asked:

hiiii tay, i was wondering if you wouldn't mind writing an imagine where tyler promises the reader he'll be back to play a charity baseball game with her but he doesn't make it because of work and she gets hurt or something? ilysm :)


“You said you’d play.”

“I know, I’ll be there.”

It was the same answer you had received from Tyler the last time he missed the charity baseball game, and you didn’t want to get your hopes up again. “Tyler,” you said slowly. “Tyler, the game is tomorrow. You promised. You promised you would play this time. Why aren’t you back home yet?”

There’s silence on the other end of the phone for a few moments before you finally hear Tyler’s deep voice. “I’ll be there,” he answered. “Josh and I snuck on this late night show last minute, and we have to do it. I’ll head over right after though.  I promise. By the time you wake up in the morning, I’ll be in bed with you.”

“You promise?” you repeated.

“I promise,” Tyler replied.

You let out a soft sigh of relief then. If there was one thing you knew you could count on, it was Tyler keeping a promise. “Alright,” you said. “I’m sorry I’m getting so worked up about it. I just miss you.”

“I miss you too, baby, but I have to go now,” Tyler said back. “I’ll see you soon. I love you.”

“Love you too.”

You sat your phone down onto the nightstand by the bed and turned off the lamp. You laid down in the bed and covered yourself up before curling up to the pillow you’d laid on Tyler’s side of the bed when he was gone. You really hated to sleep alone. You were so used to Tyler being there. His warmth and smell was your own personal lullaby that lulled you to sleep each night, and when he wasn’t there, you really struggled.

It was really pathetic, or at least you thought it was. Never in your life did you think you would find a love where you couldn’t survive without the other person being there, but you did and you wouldn’t change it for anything, no matter how bad it hurt.

You knew the day was going to be a bad one when you woke up still snuggled up to the pillow and not to Tyler.  You laid in bed for as long as possible before you absolutely had to get up and get ready.  After dressing yourself, you grabbed onto your phone and sent a few angry texts to Tyler.  You were really upset and hurt that he actually broke his promise.

When you showed up to the game, things got a little better. You suddenly became too busy to worry about Tyler or be angry at the fact that he broke his promise and hadn’t replied to any of your text messages yet.

During the game, you weren’t able to concentrate at all. Your mind was worried about Tyler.

You really didn’t know what was coming for you until it hit you, literally, and it hit you really hard as you slammed down into the ground after the guy on the other team hit a line drive right into the side of your head. You’re confused at first, then angry causing your blood to boil. You screamed, but it was a small scream in agony as you felt the searing pain in your head. You immediately grasp onto your hair as you roll over, getting a face full of grass but you didn’t care, you couldn’t. The only thing on your mind right now was the pain.  Several of your teammates run over, helping you stand and leading you off the field.  You don’t even bother checking to see if Tyler had arrived.  At this point, you couldn’t even be mad anymore. All you can feel is the hurt as you stagger off the field, but the hurt from your head is nothing compared to the hurt you feel from Tyler breaking his promise.

Tyler wanted to go back home and go to the charity game. He really did, so much more than than he wanted to play a couple of songs on a talk show that night. He could remember their first charity game that they played together. He wanted Y/N to know that he wanted to be there.

A part of Tyler knew he wouldn’t make it in time for the game, but he couldn’t tell Y/N no. Each time his she asked, Tyler had to resort to telling her that he would be there. Tyler just didn’t have it in his heart to tell her that he had to work.

Tyler’s phone rang loud that morning, jolting him out of his sleep. He groaned tiredly before he grabbed his phone and saw that it was Y/N calling. He almost declined it, knowing he would be in big trouble, but he couldn’t ignore her any longer. “Good morning,” Tyler greeted cheerfully in his husky morning voice as if nothing was wrong.

She didn’t even hesitate before responding with a dull, “I got hurt.”

Tyler’s heart feels like it stops for a moment as he quickly sits up. It takes a second to register before his heart is pounding wildly in his chest. “Hurt?” he asked back, voice a bit frantic. “What do you mean you got hurt?”

“I mean exactly that, I got hurt,” she replied back with no emotion in her voice. “I got a concussion.”

“I’ll be—“

“Tyler, don’t.”



There is a long pause of silence and it makes Tyler feel sick, his stomach twisting with fear and guilt. “It’s not a big deal,” she finally said. “I’ll be fine. I don’t expect you to come take care of me. You didn’t even want to come in the first place, apparently.”

“Common, don’t be like this,” Tyler replied back sharply. She didn’t understand how demanding his job could be. Tyler would give Y/N everything possible, the moon and the stars if she wanted. He would’ve been there if he could get away from work. “I’m coming back home. I promised—“

“I know what you promised,” she interrupted with venom in her voice. “I know what you promised and I know that you broke that promise.” She paused for a second before continuing. “I’m going to go. I have a headache. My mom is going to help around the house. I’ll talk to you later Tyler. Love you.”

The phone call clicks as it ended, leaving no time for Tyler to respond back with an ‘I love you’.

The guilt churned in his stomach again and he knew there was still time to keep his promise.

Tyler was going to be there for Y/N.

He got back home early the next morning. He was completely and exhausted and drained, not able to sleep the whole flight, but as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t just crawl into bed and go to sleep. He had to make things up with Y/N.

Tyler headed to their room first, opening the bedroom door quietly and peeking in. She was fast asleep, curled up to the pillow and holding onto it for dear life. Tyler stepped closer, seeing how peaceful she looked in her sleep. He leaned over, pressing his soft lips to her forehead. “I love you,” he whispered before leaving the bedroom.

Tyler immediately went to the kitchen. Tyler knew that a good old-fashioned breakfast in bed would win his girl back.

Tyler took his time to make the food. He made fluffy pancakes in the shape of a heart along with delicious scrambled eggs and greasy yet satisfying bacon, all of which were her favorites..

Tyler carefully carried the tray back to the bedroom and he sat it down on the nightstand before looking down at Y/N.  He removed the pillow she was holding onto and he replaced it with his own body. He didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around her and bring her in closer. “Baby,” he mumbled in her ear, kissing the side of her head gently. “Baby, wake up.”

Her eyes fluttered opened slowly and she blinked, staring dumbfounded at Tyler. She was sure it was just a dream that Tyler was there but when she realized that she could actually touch him and hold him, she knew it wasn’t. A smile grew on her face and she surged forward, kissing Tyler repeatedly. “I hate you for leaving me,” she said before kissing him again. “I hate you for not being there.” She kissed him again. “I love you so much.”

Tyler laughed quietly and kissed her one more time before sitting up. “I’ve got a surprise for you,” he said, turning and grabbing the tray. He showed it to her and gave her an apologetic smile with his best puppy dog eyes. She rolled her eyes and took the tray. “You know I could never stay mad at you,” she said, immediately grabbing a piece of bacon and munching on it. “I was just upset. The one person I needed there most wasn’t. It was a bad day yesterday.”

Tyler nodded in understanding. “I know, I’m sorry,” he said. He pushed her hair back and looked at the spot where the ball hit. He frowned and leaned over, pressing a gentle kiss to it before sitting back up.

“I’m never playing baseball again,” she whined childishly, slightly pouting. “I’m not any good. Everyone was awful. I got slammed, Ty. And I’m still a little upset you broke your promise.”

“I know,” Tyler sheepishly replied. “I’m sorry.  I promise I’ll make it up to you. I’m always going to be here for you”

The expression on her face softened and she couldn’t help but let out a quiet huff of air. “I really love you so much,” she told Tyler.

“I love you too,” Tyler replied back, gently rubbing her upper thigh reassuringly. “Now finish your breakfast. We’ve got a long day of cuddles ahead of us.”

She grinned happily and nodded, taking a bite of her eggs. She chewed the food and swallowed and looked back up to her boyfriend. “Hey, Tyler?” she asked.


Y/N smiled and pointed to where Tyler’s heart was and said, “I’ll always be there too.”

anonymous asked:

with bb theirs no well known trope so it's "forced". They put w/b cause the racist meets someone from the race who targeted her family which is why they don't get why it wasn't her or think she'll meet him after a sl which will force them into a rs & he'll get mad at their love. R/b cause she gained her trust before she was their leader over books, never gave up on b reminded her of younger self. what they don't see is b w/ a human not cause a name, reminder of her past, just cause of who y is

yeah - i mean with the first one it’s just fundamentally ignoring that Blake wants to be seen for who she is, not what, and so whoever she ends up with is likely going to be chosen for who they are, not what - so the importance lies in the shared dynamic, how important they are to each other, not because they fill specific roles and exist in the same breathing space

here’s the thing though, they do actually have a writing thing that applies to them, it’s just because people ignore Yang’s complexity and so ignore its presence - person A is carrying trauma and baggage and person B is their salvation, but under the surface, person B is also carrying trauma and baggage in a less obvious/volatile way, and person A is their salvation right back

Yang and Blake have shared a close, fond dynamic since they paired up in the forest, Yang understands Blake on a level no other character is shown to and since volume 2 there have been repeated showings of just how important they are to each other - Yang being the one to persist in trying to help Blake, 2x06. Blake trusting Yang’s advice and going to the dance, 2x06. Yang breaking down in tears when she thinks Blake doesn’t believe her, 3x07. Everything involving them in 3x11 and 3x12. Blake talking about how she loves her team more than she ever thought she could anybody, with a significant hesitation on Yang, 4x10. and the opening verses of Armed and Ready.

hell, given how every Yang song (I Burn, Gold and Armed and Ready) has references to soaring and flight, Wings, which also references helping someone fly similarly to how Gold does, comes off as a song about Blake from Yang’s perspective (it’s far more empathic and understanding than Weiss was capable of, the reference to ‘twelve hours’ being the only Weiss connected line and Yang was with Weiss for that twelve hours. even the lines about knowing what it’s like to be stray kinda make sense with Yang’s backstory, where she essentially had to learn to look after herself to take care of Ruby because it’s not like Tai was any help. Yang was also the one most visibly concerned about Blake during that episode)

Yang and Blake’s connection is one of the strongest dynamics in the series because of who they are and their implicit understanding of each other (i mean if we want to look at tropes, Yang and Blake fit a light and dark dynamic in terms of theming. the bright and sunny one pairing up with the quiet moody one and bringing out their goofy side is also a pretty common thing. at a stretch, Tomboy and Girly Girl; Yang’s outfits tend to be more overtly feminine than Blake’s do. there’s a contrast and complement thing going on), so a lot of the denial and writing off of it is just willful blindness, not wanting to acknowledge that the writing is very heavily leaning in that direction

also the Japanese releases have, in their soundtrack booklets, these images

(images courtesy of @almea)

real subtle Japan - like they went through the trouble of editing it to solely focus on Yang and Blake. so if it’s that obvious…

  • Priest: So who have you got on the outside? A boyfriend, from what I hear?
  • Aaron: Is this the bit where the kind priest makes friends with the nasty inmate?
  • Priest: Kind? I've not even offered you a biscuit yet. But, yeah, sometimes this is where friendships form, within accepted parameters. Other times, someone acts how you're being now, then it gets tedious.
  • Aaron: Well, come on. Let's get on with it. Pat me on the head and give me some rosary beads and tell me it's all gonna be all right.
  • Priest: I never tell anyone it's gonna be all right. I hope it will, but I can't see the future.
  • Aaron: My mim and my little sister... on the outside. A few mates.
  • Priest: What's your boyfriend's name?
  • Aaron: Robert.
  • Priest: And how's he doing with all this?
  • Aaron: Fine, I guess.
  • Priest: He doesn't have Jason to contend with, I suppose.
  • Aaron: I can handle him.
  • Priest: You're doing a good impression of someone who can't, if you don't mind me saying.
  • Aaron: Well, actually I do mind you saying, yeah, because you know nothing. You flounce round here with your 'Bless you, child.' You met me an hour ago and you've only just scraped the first millimetre of the tip of an iceberg you can't even imagine the size of.
  • Priest: Oh! Poor baby's had it hard, has he? Did your mum used to hit you? Did she start before you can even rememberand hit you every day and tell you you're useless and you'd made your dad run off and you'd ruined her lif? And did you dread going home from school because you knew there'd be something new you'd done that gave her another excuse? And did she put you in the hospital when you were ten and tell the nurses you'd been in a fight because were an evil little git? And did you push it all down because it's wrong to hit girls? But then, one time, after years, when she came at you with a 6"stiletto, did you put her on her backside with a broken nose and end up in a young offenders' instiitute? Or was that me? We've all lived a life that's brought us to this point... and we all think our stories make us special. They don't.
  • Aaron: And did she rape you, your mum?
  • Priest: No, she didn't your dad did. So what? I could go out on the balcony and spit on half a dozen people who've been through the same. Be a bit harsh, though.
  • Aaron: I'm just sick of being this person.
  • Priest: Hard luck. You're all you've got.
  • Aaron: You know he actually said something that makes sense. Jason. He said that I, erm... He said I could change my name, but it doesn't change who I am.
  • Priest: He's right. You're always gonna be Gordon's son, but it doesn't have to define you. Be proud of it.
  • Aaron: Proud?
  • Priest: You're the son of a man who repeatedly abused you, but you've still made something of your life. I mean, obviously right now, you're in prison for assault. You're a thug, no offence. I'm talking about the future, if that's the one you decide for yourself.
  • Aaron: Yeah, cos it's that eaysy.
  • Priest: Well, it's easy to try. You remind me of Jason, you know. Not the waste of life you know. No, the Jason of five or six years ago, on his first time around. Broody little thing, had his issues, but had a bit of spark as well. Some decency. He was havong a rough time with the prison hards and he was missing home. Him and his girlfriend had just had a baby. Trying to front it all out. I said 'You can't. You need to talk to her, to someone.' He wasn't having that. Too proud. Said he'd sort it himself. Proved me wrong, I suppose.
  • Aaron: Good for him.
  • Priest: Oh, yeah. Girlfriend moved to new Zealand. He'll never see the kid. Probably spend moft of his life on here, or somewhere like it.
  • Aaron: And I'm supposed to feel sorry for him?
  • Priest: I want you to look at him and then at yourself and see if you see a difference. There is one, but it'll get smaller. And if you bottle all your problems up and deal with them how he did, when you leave here, you'll be going back to your boyfriend, your sister and your mum, another loser who the system spat out. Is that who you wanna be?
  • Aaron: No.
  • Priest: Then tell the people who matter to you what you're going through. It'll help.

anonymous asked:

Finally some positivity for the season 12 finale! I loved it, I just hope that they don't fck up! ( even though it's pretty unlikely) Btw, what are you're thoughts on //major spoiler// crowleys death? Do you think that he'll be rescued or will he stay dead?

2. What’s your opinion on Crowley’s death? I think that it was kind of a beautiful way to die, his character arc closed really well. I don’t think he’s coming back. What about you?

3. What are your thoughts of crowley this finale? (per say, how they sent him out)

4. @thayerkerbasy: Okay, I can see why you’re positive about season 13 and Destiel. It’s like we’re in the last 20 minutes of the romance movie, everything’s gone horrible, and now Dean has to work to make things right. It’s a wonderful thing, and it’s going to show the Bronlies why just Sam and Dean isn’t enough anymore. That said, is there anything you can say to reassure Crowley fans like me? It feels like my dash is a parade of Destiel while I’m sitting here with a well-dressed corpse.

Originally posted by nerdypheonix742

Originally posted by lucifersangel6

Hi all my Crowley loving friends :D

I loved everything about Crowley’s death.

The way he told them before hand that he was DONE, the way Rowena was gone, but it wasn’t him who killed her (lets be honest, he wouldn’t have), the way he did it for the greater good in the end after having chosen to close the gates of Hell and go AGAINST the demons’ interests in the end… his rejection of his creator (hello Dean-John and overall chosen v blood family SPN theme!).

The thing is, for me if they bring Crowley back it kind of spoils the meaning of his death. Plus the fact that he did some EVIL SHIT Y’ALL!

I see Crowley as the dark Cas mirror, the other part of the Crowley-Dean-Cas love chevron, the metaphor for Dean’s dark side

So the fact that he essentially loses the will to live and lets go, mere MINUTES after Dean lost the will to keep his facade up and lets go of his ‘dark side’ in 12x22… that was so beautifully written and SO META as Dabb said it would be.

I’m in AWE of the showrunning and the overall writing this season :D

It was so well tied up to his own arc as well, I would be really sad if they gratuitously brought him back, plus it just doesn’t work as the dark Dean mirror that he is now that Dean has chosen to let that side go…

Unfortunately Sam and Dean ARE our main protagonists and Cas is third, if they want to kill Cas off, they know we aren’t going to think it’s permanent, to the point that it isn’t even a secret at the con the next day! Now whether they decide to use Crowley’s death as this metaphor for the ‘dark side’ of Dean and continue it along or disregard it now that it’s been used and allow Crowley to come back (perhaps making it a ‘reconciliation arc’ instead of a ‘rejection arc’ in the metaphor), or whether they do kill him off permanently is a production decision I guess that the writers have to work into the story.

Personally I think the story works better in the grand scheme of things if he stays dead, it is more meaningful. But I and fandom love Mark so… we’ll see!

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you've answered this before (I'll probably need to spend a day scrolling through your blog) but how do you think Severus felt when Dumbledore revealed Harry's fate, that he'll have to die! Do you think he would've been torn out of his love for Lily? or the whole 'for the greater good' thing since practically alot of people had to die until they've reached that point, and they were so close to the end...


I think that was his overriding emotion.  It’s such an interesting conversation, because Dumbledore clearly didn’t intend to have it - he is forced to meet with Severus because Severus is pushed to the verge of mutiny.

“You refuse to tell me everything, yet you expect that small service of me!” snarled Snape, and real anger flared in the thin face now. “You take a great deal for granted, Dumbledore! Perhaps I have changed my mind!”

Snape looked angry, mutinous. Dumbledore sighed.
“Come to my office tonight, Severus, at eleven, and you shall not complain that I have no confidence in you…”

I tend to read the Always scene slightly different to many other readers.  I elaborated on that here - but the quick rehash is that I read the scene as:

- Severus cares about Harry’s survival solely because he is Lily’s boy.
- Dumbledore realises that Severus cares for the cause, and risks telling Severus the “entire” plan.
- Severus flicks his patronus in the air, proving he only cared because of Lily.
- Dumbledore is left with the horrible realisation that he’s misjudged the situation.

The tragedy is that Dumbledore recognises that Severus is fighting for a bigger reason (the greater good), but at this point Severus hasn’t acknowledged it.

It’s a really interesting place to leave the scene.  We know what happens next; Severus acquiesces and follows Dumbledore’s plan to the end.  At some point, Severus realises that there are no other options - no better options - and that the important part of the puzzle is that Lord Voldemort must be vanquished, no matter the cost.

Fascinatingly, Dumbledore manages to steer Severus onto the path of the greater good in one or two key scenes, and Severus doesn’t really notice it happening.  He is aware that he does good things - “Lately, only those whom I could not save.” - but he doesn’t really acknowledge it as being separate to his Save-Lily’s-Son quest.

The other major point is that when Severus goes fishing for the facts, he doesn’t anticipate Dumbledore telling him something so devastating.  I am certain beyond measure that Severus was desperate to find out how Harry was supposed to thwart Voldemort, because Severus had no confidence in Harry and his abilities, and he wanted to pick up the pieces if Harry were to fail.

By the end, I think Severus was resigned to the fact that Lord Voldemort was evil and needed to be thwarted by absolutely any means.  But right up until that moment in Half Blood Prince when he realised that Harry was a ‘pig for slaughter’, I don’t think he’d really thought about the quest of Defeat Voldemort as being inextricably entwined with Keep Harry Safe; it’s almost as if they were two distinct concepts, and although he was going along with Dumbledore with the Defeat Voldemort quest, he was only really doing so because it matched with his Keep Harry Safe quest.

Importantly, even though Severus had defected, he hadn’t actually explicitly signed up to the Defeat Voldemort cause.  I think that’s what Cursed Child really brings to the fore.  The AU!Severus in Cursed Child is far further back at the end of HBP - he doesn’t rise up the ranks of the Death Eaters, he doesn’t even rise up the ranks at the school.  …but once confronted with Harry’s death, he doesn’t give up - he draws a line in the sand and says, “Lily died.  I couldn’t save Harry for Lily, but I am going to fight against him.”

In the original canon, Severus comes to the same realisation once he accepts the news of Harry’s death.  We don’t hear him say it, because there’s no space in the text - but he shows the reader with his actions instead.

I think, for many many years, Severus was fighting to bring down Voldemort.  He just didn’t permit himself to realise it.  It would’ve been far easier for him to acknowledge that Dumbledore had given him a quest and he had gone along with it, as opposed to him reconciling that the ideology he’d believed in since he was a young boy was completely and utterly wrong, and he was rejecting it and aligning with the likes of the Marauders instead of his genuine Slytherin friends.

Which Batman Villain Should You Fight?
  • The Joker: You should fight the Joker but don't. He's always got some dirty trick up his sleeve and he's smarter than you think. Even if you win and don't die, he'll probably come back with some horrific retaliation against you and your family.
  • Poison Ivy: Don't fight Poison Ivy. She might not be the best hand to hand but she's got all those strangling vines and giant venus fly traps to feed you to. If you win, you're never going to be able to leave your house again and if you have a garden, you're fucked.
  • The Riddler: You should absolutely fight Riddler. He's an arrogant, patronizing nerd who thinks he can get away with talking smack. Fight him and shove him in a locker. Asshole.
  • Mr Freeze: I mean, you can fight Freeze but why would you want to? He's done some bad things but give the guy a break, okay? He's just trying to help his wife. Don't be a douchebag.
  • Catwoman: Why would you want to fight Catwoman? She's just here for your stuff, which is probably insured. She's got a lot of hungry kitty mouths to feed, okay? Just calm down. Plus, she's x10 a better fighter than you'll ever be. Don't be fooled by the tight-fitting spandex.
  • Scarecrow: Fight him, so long as you have a gas mask. He's an asshole. He got his "violent dancing" but it's 99% most likely bullshit.
  • Two-Face: Oh yeah, fight the scarred guy. Does he deserve it? Well, yes. I mean, he beat up the first Robin with a baseball bat and has killed a bunch of people but his life is HORRIBLE. Do you know how hard it is to find a date looking the way he does? He'd probably just shoot you before you could land a punch, anyway.
  • Bane: Don't fight Bane. It's not a good move, ask Batman.
  • Harley Quinn: Lots of people have tried and failed to fight Harley Quinn. Why would you want to? She's so adorable. And she's got enough on her plate as it is. She'd probably kick your ass but give the girl a break, jeez.
  • The Penguin: Fight Penguin. He's a pompous prick who needs to be taught a lesson. Watch out for the sharp end of that umbrella, though.
  • Man-Bat: Don't fight Man-Bat. Poor guy can't control it. Just leave him alone.
  • Killer Croc: What the fuck is wrong with you? Don't fight Croc. Dude eats people, which should be motivation enough to stay away from him but apart from that he's a chill guy. He gives people a home in his sewers. It's fine, don't fight him.
Who to fight: M*A*S*H Edition

Hawkeye Pierce: Dude of course you want to fight Hawkeye, fight him in the middle of camp and punch him in his smug mouth. He can’t fight for shit and he’s probably drunk anyway, but he might make you feel bad about winning and hate you forever. Don’t listen to the lies, you wanted this, everyone wanted this. Fight Hawkeye.

Trapper John: Like I guess you can fight Trapper but the man’s built like a brick shithouse and those arms of his have spent a lot of time hurling footballs around, it could get pretty nasty. If you want to take him on though at the end he’ll probably buy you a drink, no hard feelings. Sure, fight Trapper.

B.J Hunnicutt: Do not fight B.J. This is a warning for your safety, do not fight B.J under any circumstances. He is a ball of repressed rage just waiting for somebody to start some shit, and you may win the battle, it’s a 50/50 chance, but you cannot win the war. He is a sneaky motherfucker and he will get you back. You don’t know where or when but he’ll get you, you’ll live in paranoia and fear for the rest of your life. He’ll be there. Waiting. Also he doesn’t have a real name, possibly a witch??? Do not fight B.J ever!!!!  

Hot Lips Houlihan: Margaret is also a ball of rage and will go hog wild at you, every object will become a weapon and watch out, she bites. But it’s not impossible to take her out if you watch her wild swings. If you win you will gain an enemy for life though, so be warned. She will follow you around forever. If you’re looking for a challenge fight Margaret.

Charles E. Winchester III: Charles is a big man and good at haranguing people but the upper class don’t know how to fight without paying someone to do it for them, so if you want a little social leveling do it. He’ll shout a lot but will get very confused when you start fighting him, he won’t expect it. Break the system, fight Charles.

Radar O’Reilly: Why the fuck would you want to fight Radar??? He’s a small sunshine boy and you want to punch that innocent corn-fed face? Granted, he’ll put up a fight but it’ll be like being attacked by a tiny puppy, and the entire camp will come down on your ass. You will be destroyed. Everyone in camp will take turns beating your fucking cowardly, morally bankrupt ass to Tokyo and back. They’ll take you down. Don’t even think about it, not just because it’s sacrilege but so you don’t have to eat your food through a straw for the rest of your life. Don’t fight Radar.

Henry Blake: Henry is basically a pear with noodle arms so if you’re looking for a quick victory all you have to do is get inside his reach and he’ll fold like a bad poker hand. Fight Henry. 

Frank Burns: Absolutely fight Frank anywhere, anytime. Fight him in the Swamp, fight him in the mess tent, fight him in O.R. He’s easier than Henry so one punch in his stupid ferret face and he’ll crumple and start crying really pathetically but you won’t feel bad about it. It will feel good. Do it, I highly recommend fighting Frank.

Maxwell Klinger: Dude, do you think a guy who has gone to such lengths to get a discharge will not take this opportunity? It might get weird, he might try to get you to break his legs or lightly stab him or something. But it won’t be a one-sided fight, he will come at you with everything he’s got so be careful, Klinger fights dirty. I guess you can fight Klinger if you want.

Father Mulcahy: Dude, dude why would you fight the damn priest? Like not only is he the priest, he is the sweetest person ever and also a right hook like the wrath of god. Not only will he completely hammer your fool ass into the ground, you’ll be lying there regretting your sins when you’ll get struck by a bolt of lighting and then Father Mulcahy will make sure you get into Heaven anyway because he is such a nice guy. Don’t fight the Padre, you awful sinner.

Colonel Potter: Colonel Potter may be a tiny adorable old man but he has lived through like ten world wars and he will fuck you up so bad he’s going to play polo with your head and then paint a picture of your shameful defeat. Don’t fight Potter.

anonymous asked:

angst/ fluff with corrin being upset saizo won't show PDA

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You noticed it when those feelings of loneliness manifested into frustration. Seeing Kaze walking with his wife, arms linked, sometimes holding hands, whenever out on trips to restock supplies. Saizo would walk beside you, but your husband refrained from public displays of affection.

It wasn’t anything you thought to hard about, considering his personality. But Saizo was capable of being loving…it made you feel left out whenever you were in public.

Not because you wanted to be like everyone else, but because it almost made you feel…used, in a way. Your passions were reserved for evenings, and then you were awake alone in bed, your husband having disappeared until the next night.

It was rare you spent much time doing anything together, much less something like holding hands or linking arms. Your brow furrowed, mulling over your thoughts. Maybe it was because you never asked, you figured, looking up to your tall, handsome ninja.

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The Snape Dialogues: Our New Celebrity
  • Time: Harry's first year, after that first Potions class before dinner
  • Place: Gryffindor common room
  • Students: Harry, Ron and Hermione sit around a square, low table where they are doing their homework - Hermione is studious but Harry is brooding, and Ron is doodling
  • Hermione: You've been studying the flames in the fire forever, Harry. What are you thinking of?
  • Harry: Potions.
  • Ron: *looks up* Snape hates you mate.
  • Hermione: *indignant* He does not, Ron!
  • Ron: Yes he does, Hermione. He was picking on Harry all through class and if looks could... *Harry is standing, stares a bit more in decision* Harry?
  • Harry: I have to go talk to Professor Snape. I'll meet you later at dinner. *before Ron can stop him or Hermione can protest he has gone through the portrait door, and vanished*
  • Place: Down in the dungeons, Professor Snape's Office.
  • Snape: *glances up from his paperwork as there is a knock on his door* Come. *as the door opens he is surprised to see that annoying first year Gryffindor that has plagued his thoughts since the boy's impending arrival* Potter...
  • Harry: I'm sorry to bother you, Professor Snape, but I think we need to talk.
  • Snape: *points to one of two ladder-back wooden chairs in front of his desk - Harry sits then squirms to find a comfortable place* Stop fidgeting, Potter. That chair offers no comfort to my visitors. Now, why have you interrupted me?
  • Harry: *hesitates as he clasps his fingers tautly in his lap* I'm not a bad student, Professor Snape. *the older wizard does not answer other than a raised eyebrow which tells Harry his teacher does not believe him* I know I couldn't answer anything in class but... *lifts his book bag to his lap and starts rummaging around in it then takes out his Potions notebook - he pushes it across the desk* First page, Sir. It's new.... uhm... please look?
  • Snape: *picks up the notebook and flips the cover to reveal the first page - Harry has written upon it with somewhat blotchy letters but a steady hand* That is my speech word for word. Did someone write this down for you, Potter?
  • Harry: *sighs and shakes his head* No, Sir, that's my writing. Your speech was brilliant and I wanted to remember it.
  • Snape: Indeed. *closes the notebook and puts it down upon the surface of his desk* Then perhaps you will enlighten me as to why you had not read the first chapter of today's lesson.
  • Harry: *hesitates and shifts even though nothing can make him feel comfortable - the Potions Master simply waits - finally he speaks in a soft voice* My... wouldn't... read...
  • Snape: *scowls* Potter, speak up or I will send you away for wasting my time.
  • Harry: *nods nervously, then blurts* My Uncle wouldn't let me read any of my textbooks. He locked them in the basement after I came home from Diagon Alley.
  • Snape: That sounds a bit extreme. Were you being punished for some infraction, Potter.
  • Harry: *knows that his teacher is thinking the worst of him* Always, Professor Snape. My relatives don't like me and they like magic even less. Headmaster Dumbledore sent my aunt and uncle a note with my letter telling them I had to go but they still tried to stop that from happening.
  • Snape: *leans forward and puts his elbows upon the surface of his desk - he is intrigued, now* Tell me, Mr. Potter, of the day Hagrid was sent to fetch you to take you to Diagon Alley.
  • Harry: *shifts again, coughs once nervously, and is surprised to find a glass of water hovering in front of him - he takes it and drinks* Thank you, Sir. *a wave of his teacher's hand and the water is Vanished* Well, when the first letter for me showed up by owl my Uncle burned it. It just kind of exploded at that point. By the end of the day there were lots of owls outside the house and letters were exploding through the windows and down the chimney. My uncle grabbed me and my cousin and we got in the car where Uncle Vernon drove us all the way to the ocean and rented us a tiny cabin practically out in the ocean. Aunt Petunia was sure no one would find us and my cousin and I were sent to bed. *he drew in a deep breath and then related how he woke at midnight to celebrate his birthday and then Hagrid arrived, yelled at his aunt and uncle, gave Dudley a pigtail, and took him away to London* Diagon Alley was just brilliant, Sir! *he smiles*
  • Snape: For any first year, be they Muggle-born or wizard-born it is a truly magical sight, Mr. Potter. Now, relate to me what happened when you returned home.
  • Harry: *sighs knowing he would have to reveal things he didn't even want to think about* Uncle Vernon locked me in my cupboard and locked my new trunk and all of my stuff in the basement. Hedwig, my owl, got away and I think she flew to Hogwarts. So, you see I would have read all of my textbooks just like Hermione did but... I couldn't.
  • Snape: You had a few hours before classes began today, Mr. Potter. Why did you not read anything in that time?
  • Harry: *fidgeting once more* I don't want to get my new friend in trouble.
  • Snape: *sits back and unclasps his hands* Then, there is no more to say, Potter...
  • Harry: *grimaces* Fine! All right... I was going to read some of my textbooks and Hermione even suggested I could read with her but Ron took my books and hid them and told me we didn't have to do anything until we got homework. Please don't punish Ron, Sir, he'll stop being my friend.
  • Snape: *peers at the boy* And, that is important to you, is it not? Having your friends. *Harry nods miserably - sure that Ron will never be friends with him again* Technically, your friend is correct in that you really need not do anything before the formal start of term. *leans slightly forward* However, we teachers suggest that you prepare for classes before term starts which is one of the reasons we send your letters a month in advance of the term's start. *Harry is about to interrupt but his teacher holds up his hand* Yes, Mr. Potter, I do understand that your guardians were averse to you even having your Hogwarts things near. And, I should like to understand more about this 'cupboard' of yours.
  • Harry: *looks down at clasped hands* Uhm... you heard me say that out loud, huh?
  • Snape: *smirks* My hearing is quite good, Mr. Potter. The 'cupboard' issue aside for now, allow me to ask you this... if you liked my speech before class, what did you hope Potions would be like before you attended.
  • Harry: *brightens* Well, that's real magic, isn't it? Hermione told me that Potions isn't just stirring a bunch of ingredients together. It's using your own magic to make the potion what it is. I told her it was like the Chemistry I saw on television. It's science. It's discovering how to make neat things to help others. *deflates visibly* It... uhm... sorta doesn't seem that way now.
  • Snape: *rises from his desk* Follow me, Mr. Potter.
  • Harry: *obediently and curiously follows his teacher through an inner door to the Potions classroom - the Potions Master indicates to the Boy-Who-Lived to sit at his work table while he Summons a book from his desk* This is Daimon Grayling's Book of Potions. It contains recipes for a variety of potions I use beyond the textbooks in all of my classes. I should like you to turn to page 94, Mr. Potter.
  • Harry: *takes the book, notes that it is stained and well-worn, and then he turns to the requested page* Hush-A-Bye Elixir. It sounds pretty. What does it do?
  • Snape: It was created by a young Hogwarts student for her NEWTs in 1977 and it is intended to be a gentle sleep aid for colicky babies. I would like for you to brew it, perfectly, without my input. All the ingredients are in the cabinet and the recipe details precisely what you need to do as you are brewing. I have lesson plans to go over so I will be at my desk. Only call upon me if you are in serious need of help. Begin, Mr. Potter.
  • Harry: *watches as the professor leaves his side so he reads the recipe, picks up the book, and gathers the ingredients he will need - soon he is brewing*
  • Time: An Hour later
  • Harry: *a smile fills his face as his potion fades from a muddy blue to a soft - pillowy - blue*
  • Snape: Very good, Mr. Potter.
  • Harry: *his head jerks up - he was not expecting his teacher behind him* I did it, Professor Snape.
  • Snape: *actually smiles - sort of* Indeed, Mr. Potter. You did acceptably well.
  • Harry: *beams and looks at his potion* Thank you, Sir. Uhm... Professor? I know I've never heard of her but who was it that created this potion?
  • Snape: *sighs wistfully* A very talented potions student, Mr. Potter. Her name was Lily Evans. *Harry's jaw drops, and his teacher stretches out a finger to tap the boy's mouth closed* Your mother, Mr. Potter. *he hands the happily shocked student a note and Harry takes it slowly* You have missed dinner. This gives you permission to receive your meal in your common room. Clean up and then you are dismissed, Mr. Potter. *returns to his desk*
  • Harry: *quickly cleans his work table and then bottles the potion then takes it to his teacher* Can anyone use this potion, Professor Snape?
  • Snape: *takes the large bottle* I will put the Hush-A-Bye into single dose ampoules which I will send to Slug & Jiggers in your name. That should provide you with a tidy allowance for whatever you wish to use the gold for.
  • Harry: *beyond over-joyed* Thank you, Sir. Uhm... yeah... really... thank you! *turns and trots to the door of the classroom but then he stops, turns, and turns a serious expression upon his face* You aren't going to change towards me in class and stuff, aren't you, Professor?
  • Snape: *shakes his head slowly* I cannot change, Mr. Potter. However, you are invited to bring questions and concerns to me before dinner. Use a Disillusionment Charm, though, and no one shall ever know.
  • Harry: *nods - and then leaves*
  • Snape: *studies the potion then looks towards the closed door* I will know about your 'cupboard' next time, Mr. Potter.

anonymous asked:

Can i request a one shot where Worick realizes he's in love with the reader, he traps her against a wall and tells her he'll do anything to get the chance to love her? Then she caves and let's him "in"

Style: OneShot

Notes: Late night inspo ftw! Trying to get back into the swing of writing

Blinking through hazy lines of confusion, you push firmly against Worick’s broad shoulders. There was no denying the fact, on either of your parts, that he had been acting odd over the last few days. His eyes tended to linger, hands came with warmth that stayed with you for hours long after. And Friday…this most recent one would have been the third time that his second job went ignored. The second time it happened you made a bit of a joke out of it, jesting that he was getting old and needed to retire.

It wasn’t the first time you had used that line, and frankly you were expecting him to brush it off with one of his sassy remarks. What you weren’t expecting was the soft touch to your chin before your head was lifted. ‘Maybe I’m just ready to settle down’ he told you in an offhanded way before placing a chaste kiss on your cheek. He left you there stunned as he disappeared into the adjourning room.

The ghost of his breath against the exposed column of your neck is what snaps you back to the present. Worick is the perfect epitome of calm, smiling softly as the pad of his thumb brushes against your bottom lip.

“Um..’Ricky?” Swallowing hesitantly, the palms of your hands splay against the wall behind you uselessly as if to remind you that there is no escape. You’re at a loss for words, but that doesn’t seem to deter the flaxen haired male. In the way that his mouth works apart your lips makes it apparent that he had no intention of letting you speak. There are hints of normality in the kiss that has your guard slipping. You’re not sure of where this is heading but you can at least participate to the best of your ability. Tentatively, a hand reaches out to curl fingers around the fabric of his favored expensive shirts.

His tongue traces the seam of your lips with a sense of finality as he pulls away to break the kiss.

“Please.” Your brow pinches at the first hint of desperation in his voice. Though given the irregularities of today, it seems so fitting. Still, you harbor concern but his continued speech hardly offers you the opportunity to piece together the mystery.“Please just listen.”

“I know I’m perfect”

The look on your face is a mixture of confusion and disbelief. And by the twitch threatening to curl your lips, Worick’s trained eyes can target a scowl before it comes to completion.

“Okay, okay. Sorry, wrong time to joke, I know.”

You want to urge him to continue. Really get to the meat of his conclusion but you’re hardly certain if you’re prepared for what’s to come. This is a shadow from the man that has always been forgotten, lost behind confidence and sultry composure. What you’re facing now is … well different. And it’s slightly concerning given that you’re already favoring the rapt attention you’re receiving from such a close proximity.

“I’m know I not perfect. In fact, I’m sure by my reputation alone I’m likely the furthest from it.”
“I kill for cash and sleep around for a few bucks more. I come from a dysfunctional family and somehow ended up choosing a Twilight over status…”

Despite the bewilderment you’ve become accustom to over the span of time trapped in the cage of his arms, there is no denying the sting of a confession when you hear one. His words wrap so tightly around omission it’s impossible to miss the way they spill straight from his soul. It’s the way they attempt to knock at the door of your heart that has you shifting comfortably and averting your gaze.

A breathless chuckle dances along the lines of your hearing as it rolls off his tongue with aged use. Worick always seems to find a reason to laugh, lest it be to relieve tension or just help him get through a taut situation. It’s been directed at you on a few occasions but the low octave of this instance doesn’t prompt you to join.

“I guess forcing my thoughts into a generic script of romance it’s the best route with you.”

For a moment his posture slips as he balances on one hand, the other coming to mold against your jaw. Calloused hands don’t particularly offer the comfort of a smooth touch, but the assertiveness that lines the grip is enough to comfort.

“Look… what I want… is the chance to show you what my love is like.”

As usual, he’s predicted your next move and his hand tightens to keep your head in place. He has no control over your line of vision, but given the position of its range he never escapes the peripheral.

“It won’t be easy…”

“-Hell, it probably won’t even be safe.”

This encourages a snort from you. Memories of less than secure events bun lying around your current thoughts. It’s almost as if your mind clings to them, using the rush of remembrance to fight off the anxiety of the present. Right now your ‘fight or flight’ mode is uncomfortably stuck in an in between stage, both options expertly blocked by the man before you.

When you finally take your eyes back over him, you can’t miss the twinkle of mirth in his eyes that lets your know that he’s planned each of your actions out with careful consideration.

“I don’t need you to do anything but just let me. I promise to do all the work. There is a lot for me to make up and I apologize in advance for using you selfishly to seek redemption but-”

His thumb flicks across your lips and you silently curse them when they fall open, their grip just short of his appendage. It’s becoming alarmingly apparent that your body is already answering to his proposal.

“If I’m truly meant for salvation, I want it to come from you.”

It’s only your mind that remains astute. Holding firm to past beliefs and standing strong as a final resolve. But even at its wits ends, you can’t miss the whispered sway of judgement. It reaches for Worick as if accepting the unknown with stretched assurance.

You’re not expecting a fairy tale ending. Especially not in a city called Ergastulum.

But maybe.

Just maybe.

You can spin a fitting revision.

Modern Au Part 3


Pups and Boom Boxes

           What did you even call a guy who you were sort of dating but not really? Cause it sure as hell isn’t boyfriend. Boyfriend is reserved for the guy who you’re sleeping with, or the guy who you let hold your hand when you’re walking around with him. Cal wasn’t that, at least not yet. We had hung out more since New Year’s, but we definitely were past the friend’s stage. So what did you call the stage between those two? We hadn’t… slept together… which meant it wasn’t friend’s with benefits, so what the hell were we?!

           I climb up the stairs to his apartment complex and buzz his room. He picks up a few buzzes later, and breathlessly says, “Get up here as fast as you can, I need your help with something.”

           With a sigh, I yank open the door and then head inside, pulling off my hat and undoing my scarf. Whatever he had done now, I didn’t really want to know. I had come over to have coffee and a serious talk about our relationship.

           As I walk down the hallway toward his apartment, I hear something crash and then him letting out a string of curses. At that, I break into a sprint, thinking somethings happened and he’s hurt. I throw open the door and am greeted by a bunch of mud on the floor, and all over the walls near the baseboards. I raise my brow and then shut the door before calling, “Cal? What the hell-“

           Before I can finish a small object comes sprinting out of the living room and leaps at me. I let out a shriek of surprise and back against the door as a tiny puppy jumps at my feet, and tries to gnaw on my boots. It barks happily and then grabs one of my shoelace and yanks, completely undoing my boot.

           “HEY!” I shout at it, and it freezes for a moment, looking at me with wide surprised eyes. Then Cal comes around the corner, covered in mud. I glance at him in surprise and the pup barks happily and then takes off for him. He smiles wickedly and then says, “Now I’ve got you.”

           It sprints between his legs though and continues through the apartment barking its head off. I stay pressed against the door and whisper, “Why is there a dog in your apartment?”

           Cal pushes his hair out of his face and then sighing, he looks at the disaster that is his hallway and says, “It was sitting in a box in the middle of the park. It’s the runt of the litter or something, cause some asshole just left it there with a sign that said to take it.”

           “SO YOU TOOK IT? Cal, you can’t even manage your own life let own a dog!” I cry as it comes barreling in from the bathroom with one of his shoes in its mouth. Cal let out a groan and then takes off after it, completely ignoring my comment. I follow him more slowly and see him cornering the dog in the living room. It growls playfully, with its butt up in the air and its tail wagging dramatically. Cal crouches down then and grabs it. Immediately, it protested, yipping and howling.

           He shushes it and then carries it toward the bathroom. It’s only then that I notice that it’s covered in mud. Cal holds it out so that it doesn’t get mud on his shirt anymore, and then smiling at me, he says, “Do you want to help me give him a bath?”

           I purse my lips and then look the dog over. It twists its head to the side at that, and then opens its mouth so that its tongue hangs out. I shy away from it a little bit and then say, “Sure, I guess… but Cal-”

           “Great,” Cal says as he starts toward the bathroom again. I shrug off my jacket and shout at his back as he goes farther into the apartment, “But afterward we really need to talk.”

           He starts humming a song as he goes into the bathroom, and I sigh when I realize he’s ignoring that comment on purpose.

           The puppy was by far worse than a toddler in the bathtub. It cries for a solid ten minutes while Cal gets it wet, and then yips and barks while I help rub shampoo into its fur. After that, it tried to leap out of the tub, and once it succeeded, only to land in my lap soaking wet. Cal laughs the whole time though, like this is all some fun game. I grit my teeth and pretend like it doesn’t matter, he’ll get rid of it as soon as he can. Cal knew he didn’t have time to take care of a dog, besides, he really only stays in the apartment half the time anyway.

           As soon as the dog has been washed three times, Cal scoops it out of the tub and wraps it in a towel, talking to it like it’s a child. I sigh and then sit back on my heels while the tub drains. I’m soaking wet, and my hair is a mess, and honestly I was peeved that he was trying to ignore my comments about talking seriously about our relationship.

           He carries the dog out into living room and then sinks onto the couch with it, laughing as it tries to climb out of the towel to lick his face. I stand in the doorway to the living room then, at the end of my rope. I straighten my shoulders and then say, “Cal, we need to talk right now, so stop ignoring me like a two-year-old.”

           He glances at me then with a raised brow and then says, “Okay, start talking then.”

           I squeeze my hands into fists at his cavalier tone, and then inhaling slowly, I go to say what’s been on my mind but I freeze when I realize I have no idea how to talk about this. All of the speech starters I had planned seemed corny and stupid now that I thought about them. He continues to watch me though, his brow raised as he waits for me to speak. I throw my hands up then and shout, “Can you stop looking at me like that? Like you’re expecting something!”

           “You wanted to talk, I’m waiting to see what you want to talk about.” He says carefully as he continues to rub the dog dry. It lays in his lap panting and looking absolutely blissful. God dammit, even the dog was in a good mood.

           “I don’t think we should do this anymore.” I say suddenly. He stops rubbing the dog, and its ears quirk up in curiosity before its head rotates to look at Cal.

           I cross my arms defiantly, and then say, “We’re not dating, we’re not just friends, I have no idea what we are. We’ve dug ourselves a hole, and I don’t want to get stuck at the bottom of it.”

           He sits there, frozen it seems. The only thing that moves is his chest as he breaths slowly and carefully. Eventually he looks down at his lap and then says, “I didn’t realize we weren’t dating, I figured we were just taking it… slow and steady.”

           “Slow and steady? SLOW AND STEADY IS WHEN YOU’VE KNOWN SOMEONE FOR YEARS! We’ve known each other for mabye five months!”  I shout as his comment completely taking me over the edge, making the dog turn and bury its head in Cal’s stomach. He shifts the dog onto the couch and then stands up and says, “We’ve been talking and hanging out. I mean you kissed me on New Year’s and said you liked complicated!”

           “I was in the moment!” I shout back, and the dog whines at the volume of my voice. Cal looks taken aback and then stepping toward me says coolly, “And what about all those times I picked you up and we got food, or that time we sat on a park bench and talked for three hours? Was that just living in the moment?!”

           I glare at him and then say, “That was me trying to figure out what the hell you wanted!”

           “What I wanted? I wanted you to be happy! I wanted you to be give me a sign that you felt the same what that I do!”
           “Ugh!” I scream as I dig my hands into my hair and pull at it. This was a mistake; I should have just broken the connection slowly and taking myself out of his life little by little, instead of this abrupt argument. Now I would leave him on a sour note.

           “What do you want Mare? Just tell me and-“

           “I WANT YOU TO SHUT UP AND LET ME THINK!” I scream, and he freezes. In my distraction, I hadn’t seen him coming toward me slowly, his hand out stretched to touch my arm. We both look at each other for a few seconds, me with tears in my eyes, and him with a look of utter pain. I back away from him then and whisper, “I just need… I need space, and time… just… leave me alone for now.”

           He stands there dumbfound, like I just slapped him across the face. He swallows a heartbeat later though and says, “I don’t understand.”

           “I don’t know what I want, maybe I wanted the stupid eighties romance, where you pick me up the convertible after my sister’s shitty wedding, but you weren’t… I just… ugh! I honestly don’t know!” I cry as I turn and storm toward the door. He doesn’t even follow. He’s so shocked by my confession, or maybe he was trying to piece together whatever I had given him. I grab my coat and my shoes and pulling them on though. I grab my bag and then slam the door behind me for good measure when I leave.


           No one in my family asks why I came how with red eyes, and they especially didn’t ask when I slammed my door shut and didn’t come down for dinner. I had made a huge mistake. I’d realized that on the subway ride home. I shouldn’t have said those things, I should have just kept my mouth shut and tried to piece together how this whole relationship with him would work. All he had done was just try to keep me happy, and I had thrown it back in his face. Burying my face in the pillow I try to hide the next round of sobs that rise up.

           The door to my room opens, and Gisa clears her throat before saying, “I think you should look out your window.”

           I lift my head and glare at her. She simply nods to my window and then closes the door. I sniff and wipe at my nose before glancing at the pouring rain outside. Sitting up, I push my hair out of my face and then look out at the street below. My eyes shoot wide open and I throw open the window before screaming, “What the hell are you doing?!?”

           Cal smiles up at me and then shifting the boom box to his shoulder he shouts back, “You wanted eighties romance, I had to catch up on my movies before I tried this!”

           He presses play on the machine and then sits there with a shit eating grin on his face as he shouts, “I meant to find a convertible, but the weather kind of screwed up my plans to take you for a drive over the Brooklyn bridge to see the city lights!”

           I sit there for a second, completely shocked, and then I blink and realize he’s soaking wet, and sitting at his feet is the little dog, happily wagging its tail. I slam the window shut and then grab my jacket off of my desk before sprinting out of my room and through our apartment. My mother barely avoids me in the hallway, and demands to know where I’m going, but I throw myself out the front door and down the hall to the stairs. I can feel all of my family’s eyes and then, I can hear them all shouting about following me or not.

           I can barely hide my own smile as I shove the front door to our apartment complex open, and sprint out into the rain. Cal sets down the boom box just in time to catch me as I throw myself into his arms. He presses his lips to mine, and spins me around slowly. The dog barks at his feet, trying to nip at my shoes. I wrap my legs around his waist though, and push his soaking wet hair out of his face before I choke, “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking-“

           “You were right though,” he said with a smile as he wrapped his arms around my waist to keep me balanced, “Neither of us really knew what we were doing before we jumped in.”

           I wipe some of the water off his forehead, and then with a small smile, I shake my head and say, “You’re going to be the death of me.”

           He smirks again and then reaches up to press his lips against mine. I cup his face and let him, my heart rapidly pacing in my chest as we do this. Without a doubt my family was watching this, and trying to figure out what the hell I was going to tell them. I hadn’t really told them about Cal, or that I was even really seeing him.

           When we pull away from our kiss, he lets me slide down until I’m on my feet again. I keep my arms wrapped around his neck though. He smiles down at me and then pressing a kiss against my hairline he says, “If you want space, I understand. Just tell me.”

           I shake my head quickly and then say, “I was… I was just frustrated today, and I wasn’t really thinking about what I was saying. I don’t want to step away from you, or whatever the hell this mess is.”

           He laughs at that and then bending over he places his forehead against mine and whispers, “Then are you willing to place a label on this whole thing?”

           “I’m good with hot mess,” I say with a laugh. He laughs as well, and then pressing another kiss against my lips he says, “Hot mess it is then.”

PART THREE!!!!! YAAAASSSSS!!!! AAAAAANNNGGGSSSTTTT!!! I’m so sorry, but I’m also not sorry, cause I can never stay away from it. (: Anywho, part 4 will be a cute little valentine’s day thing, I’ll see when I can get that up. (:

texts with SVT (your boyfriend)
  • seungcheol/s.coups: texts you all day. will send you good morning texts and good night texts. will message you about every little thing throughout the day because he can't help but tell his most important person about it. will surprise you by talking about things you thought he forgot about. "this made me think of you" texts. sends you pictures of him being lonely without you. will take pictures hugging other members with captions like "this should be you." woozi tries to call him out on always being on his phone but that never seems to stop him, so you constantly have to remind him to work hard and that you'll text him after practice.
  • jeonghan: texts when exciting things happen, which for jeonghan is luckily all the time. "MINGYU JUST SPIT ALL OVE R THR FOROL LMAO" When the group has a little bit of rest time, you're the first person he wants to talk to. he likes hearing your stories, so he's always asking you about your day. will also ask you very personal things through text, and sometimes you have to tell him (in the sweetest way) to find his chill. expect a lot of selfies because your reactions are priceless and he loves teasing you. He's actually very laid back when it comes to texting though, and he doesn't mind when you forget to text back. Often sends texts meant for you to other members on accident and vice versa.
  • jihoon/woozi: is always worrying about you so he surprisingly texts quite often, but his texts are always straight to the point. "wear a sweater. it's cold out now." you two are always arguing over text (never anything serious just little stuff), and just when you're about to win, he'll bring up conversations from long ago that you don't even remember. on the off chance you do win, you don't let him forget it and he'll respond by sending you a really gross aegyo pic that kills you inside. But you also feel special because he trusts you enough not to show anybody else. He also likes to talk about the other members with you because sometimes this boy just needs to vent, but you know he writes those things with a good heart because he loves them. will send you pics of him working late at night and gets mad when you won't send him one back.
  • soonyoung/hoshi: is the biggest spam texter. sometimes you wonder how this boy can type so fast. It's like rapid fire, but it's okay because you'll reciprocate the speed. you two have at least three conversations going at once at all times, and what's amazing is how you both can talk about anything. He's the type to love every little detail and will text you when so much as a leaf falls to the ground, and when you text him about the smallest things he gets so happy. He likes to show the group your texts when they're funny and members are always wondering why you two talk about such nonsense, but it's like your own language that nobody else can understand, and you both love it for that reason. When things do get serious, you sometimes wonder if it's the same boy texting you because it's like a completely different aura, and you're surprised that you like it so much.
  • joshua: is most likely to emoji text. Sometimes conversations are had using JUST emojis. Joshua is always fun to text because he's such a funny and awkward person. Usually you'll talk about some weird anime he found, or Joshua will send you funny memes. Joshua texts less frequently on days he knows you're busy because he doesn't want to bother you and feels bad when he does, so you're constantly reminding him that he's never a bother. His favorite thing to do is send you random texts full of heart emojis and explaining how much he cares about you because he knows it'll make you smile. He also sends little reminders for things he thinks you might forget. "Remember to bring your flash drive to school today. Good luck on your speech! ♥♥♥"
  • junhui/jun: texts you a fair amount. He loves to send you greasy lines because he loves your reactions to them, but when you send the occasional one back he gets so flustered and kind of happy. Sometimes he'll show the other members. He especially loves to send greasy lines when he's sitting right next to you because he loves to watch how flustered you get when you read them. you both actually text the most when you're sitting right next to each other. when you both go out with the other members, you both text in a secret code only you two know and use code names when you're teasing the other members for their weird antics. when you both are apart, you're usually just talking to about your shared interests. Jun loves knowing things about you, so he's always trying to surprise you with research he did on that one subject you talked about for 5 minutes that one time.
  • seungkwan: is the most fun to text in seventeen because he always has so much to say. He's another spam texter but not as intense as hoshi. Seungkwan is only a spam texter because he separates his texts for dramatic effect. You and Seungkwan actually text a lot of mean things to each other and look like you're arguing all the time, but its how you both show you care. "Your face looks so silly in this picture, why are you making that face?" "Because I was thinking about your bad breath in the morning." "Next time I'm going to breathe right into your face." The others wonder how you both can be in a relationship like that, but it works for you both. On a sunny day when you're feeling generous, you'll tell him how cute he looks on tv, and seungkwan will almost burst into tears because you were watching him, but he'll never admit it. That's what you love about him.
  • hansol/vernon: a lot of one word responses. You often get a lot of "kk" and "lol" but that's only because you keep sending him memes. (Why are you doing that to him? He doesn't deserve this.) He actually does find them funny, and sometimes he'll show the other members when it's something he can't help but laugh out loud at. Once you guys get deeper into the relationship, Vernon opens up a lot more. When you surprise him with the occasional thoughtful message, Vernon gets to be his really shy and sweet self, and that's when he'll feel inspired and type an essays worth of stuff. Sometimes he'll make you happy cry because he actually really does have a way with words. He'll start messaging you more often too. He'll start your morning and end your nights with thoughtful messages. You'll see the real gem in him and he'll make you fall for him even more just through text.
  • seokmin/DK: always wants to give you a reason to smile so he's constantly sending cute pictures or memes or fluffy messages or funny messages. Other members will ask him why he's staring so hard at his phone. It's because he's trying really hard to send you quality material. Sometimes when he sends you stuff, you overreact because you want to make sure he knows you appreciate it. You are also always pestering him to send clips of him singing and deep down it makes him feel really happy and special that you like hearing him that much. Even if he pretends that he doesn't want to, he'll do it and your praise afterwards sends him to the moon and back. There is not a moment when this boy's texts don't make you smile. Please keep him safe.
  • mingyu: gives such an oppa vibe in his texts. He's always trying to take care of you and pretends like he's so much older than you when that's not really the case. "Let's go get some coffee tonight so you can work on your essay, but I'm not letting you stay up too late because you need rest." Which is funny because it's him that really needs to rest, but when you tell him that, he just texts back silly emojis. You get a lot of links to food tutorials with an excited Mingyu saying "Let's try making this!" He also keeps you updated on his career and likes to run his ideas through you first because he values your opinion a lot. You often send him pictures you find of him because you want to praise him but he thinks you're making fun of him so he pretends to be sad. That's when you start over-praising him and telling him he looks so good, and that just feeds his ego more.
  • wonwoo: There is so much fluff with this boy. he loves showering you with praise and supports everything you do. "Fighting!" Sometimes when you send him sweet messages telling him how cute he is, he won't respond for a few hours because he's so shy about it and doesn't know how to express that you literally just made his heart beat out of his chest. The truth is you both don't text each other too much because you both like to talk about your lives face to face. You'll spend whole nights talking instead of on your phones. Occasionally he'll send you a video message because he wants to make sure his words reach you in the best possible way.
  • minghao/the8: is the biggest victim of autocorrect. sometimes you wonder why he doesn't just turn it off. "I've got a long practice today, but the thought of our first kill last night is getting me through it." "First kill? Did we do something I'm not aware of?" "Kiss***" This is followed by a bunch of texts about how embarrassed he is. Despite this, his texts are the kind that make you smile during a bad day. The thing that will surprise you most is how funny he can be. He can say really weird things sometimes. He'll text you something weird, and you can tell from the way he typed how confident he was sending it. He'll talk a lot about the weird things the other members are doing, and sometimes he'll text you about things deep in his heart because he trusts you so much. It's very rare that minghao spam texts, but each time was because something major happened. The texts were the most precious things you've ever received. You enjoyed it so much that you have them screencapped and saved and archived on your computer.
  • chan/dino: is actually the most confident through text. Words seem to come much easier when he's texting you because he can look over it a thousand times before sending it. Often consults the other members around him before he sends fluffy stuff. Probably the member that gets his phone stolen a lot which means you get a lot of weird texts that make you think 'there's no way chan would write this.' Can sometimes be a little cocky through text but in a charming way that makes you smile. "You're so cute, but you would look much cuter next to me. Let's take a photo together next time." His favorite thing is to send you pictures of the other members when they don't look their best because since he's the maknae and they do it to him all the time. Is actually another member on the spam text list but he can't help that he's so excited, "I'm dating you after all, why shouldn't I be happy?"
Heavenly Commentary: Order of the Phoenix
  • James: The fact that they don’t think Harry is normal gives me strength.
  • ***
  • Lily: He’s not well.
  • James: He’s traumatised. After what happened in the graveyard; he’s still coming to terms.
  • Cedric: You and me both Harry.
  • ***
  • James: Stay calm Harry.
  • Lily: Let it go.
  • ***
  • James: What is...? Dementors!? Really?
  • Lily: Eurgh! It was to be expected.
  • Cedric: You guys don’t seem very worried.
  • James: After everything Harry’s been through, a couple Dementors won’t be a problem. Plus he has his wand with him.
  • Lily: The real problem is, that these Dementors wouldn’t be here unless ordered. So who gave the order?
  • Cedric: Obviously Voldemort.
  • Lily: Maybe.
  • Cedric: I can’t imagine what it’s like. Watching someone you love in such terrible danger. And not being able to do a thing about it.
  • James: Don’t worry. You’ll know soon enough.
  • ***
  • Lily: That was pretty close though.
  • James: Yeah but he’s good. A nice fight does wonders. Plus Figg is here now.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Why doesn’t Dumbledore want Harry doing magic?
  • Lily: I’m not sure. James, go find out.
  • Cedric: Actually I’ll go. See my parents as well.
  • ***
  • James: Expelled?! For defending himself?
  • Lily: No. Dumbledore will- yup there he is.
  • ***
  • Lily: She must have heard Sev telling me.
  • James: Why did Harry think we’d talk about Dementors? I have better charm than that.
  • Lily: Barely.
  • ***
  • James: WHAT?!? He’s kicking Harry out?!
  • Lily: Petunia if you let this happen, I swear I will never forgive you.
  • James: That’s Dumbledores voice.
  • ***
  • Lily: The gangs all here.
  • James: Just after the nick of time.
  • ***
  • James: I wonder who the secret keeper of this place is?
  • Lily: After what happened to us, do you think he’d choose anyone but himself?
  • ***
  • Lily: He’s so angry.
  • James: He has the right to be.
  • ***
  • James: Dumbledore is keeping Harry in the dark.
  • Lily: Because he’s now public enemy number one. I wonder what Cedric will learn.
  • James: That losing a child, destroys a parent.
  • ***
  • Lily: THAT’S his mother?!
  • James: That’s the reason he left home.
  • ***
  • James: That was...
  • Lily: Intense. Molly can be cruel. Bringing up Azkaban like that?
  • ***
  • James: Fucking Cornelius Fudge.
  • ***
  • Cedric: The Ministry is trying to convince everyone that Voldemort isn’t back, that Harry's a liar and Dumbledore is crazy.
  • Lily: Yeah that is what we heard. How are your parents?
  • Cedric: As you'd expect. How is everyone?
  • James: They’re getting by. Welcome to the Order.
  • ***
  • Lily: He’s shaking.
  • James: I’M shaking.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Why would they change the time?
  • Lily: To force him to be late. Bastards!
  • ***
  • James: He didn’t want Dumbledore here.
  • Lily: Of course not. Fudge knows he can’t win against him.
  • ***
  • Lily: If I could I’d punch that bastard.
  • James: I know you would but he's in the clear now.
  • Lily: It’s not over. It's only getting started.
  • Cedric: What do you mean?
  • ***
  • James: I forgot about that picture. Great timing Mad-Eye.
  • Lily: Me too. Is that Molly crying?
  • Cedric: She’s seeing them all dead.
  • James: And Harry thinks he's next
  • ***
  • James: Of course she walks in when he's covered in Stinksap.
  • Lily: He's been covered in worse. He’ll be fine.
  • ***
  • Cedric: What is Harry seeing?
  • Lily: Thestrals. They pull the carriages.
  • James: But you can only see them if you've seen death.
  • Cedric: ...Oh
  • ***
  • James: When a hat is telling you something is wrong then you really should listen.
  • ***
  • Lily: Hermione is right. Looks like the fight has come to Hogwarts.
  • Cedric: Because none of us were expecting that, were we?
  • ***
  • Cedric: Let's see how many friends he really has.
  • ***
  • James: Don't you dare talk about Moony you fucking cow!
  • Lily: Calm down. Breathe.
  • James: I'm dead. I don't breathe.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Have a what?!?
  • ***
  • Lily: She’s torturing my boy. SHE’S TORTURING MY SON!! WHY ARE YOU SMIRKING?!?
  • James: Because. That bitch is trying to break him. And she has no idea who she is fucking with. But she will.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Umbridge and Voldemort? Is that possible?
  • Lily: No. She's a different type of evil.
  • ***
  • James: She lied to Filch for him. I approve of Cho.
  • Lily: Naturally.
  • ***
  • Lily: Poor Ron.
  • James: Family turning against family. Just like last time.
  • Cedric: Was it that bad?
  • James: It was hell.
  • ***
  • Cedric: She made it illegal for Professor Lupin to get another job?
  • Lily: Do me a favour Harry, destroy her.
  • ***
  • Lily: Harry got the D.
  • James: Severus GAVE Harry the D. Why are you laughing?
  • Cedric: Because Snape gave Harry the D. Do you think Harry wanted the D?
  • James: ...
  • Lily: I don't get it.
  • ***
  • Lily: His hand. It'll never heal.
  • James: He will not let this hag beat him.
  • Lily: She's torturing him James!
  • James: And my son won't break.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Do you think he'll do it? Teach them?
  • Lily: He will. As much as he’ll protest, he won't be able to stomach the idea of doing nothing.
  • ***
  • Lily: I don't know how I feel about Harry being better than a final year Durmstrang.
  • James: The word you're looking for is “proud”.
  • ***
  • James: The Hogs Head! I've missed this place.
  • Cedric: You used to come here?
  • Lily: Him and Sirius lived here.
  • James: Not true. We rarely used Aberforth. Firewhiskey was for special occasions.
  • Lily: Like Friday nights.
  • James: Saturday nights too. We were not picky.
  • ***
  • James: That went well.
  • Cedric: Yeah. I'd sign up.
  • ***
  • Cedric: No Quidditch...
  • James: No team...
  • Lily: Oh God. Now there's two of them.
  • ***
  • James: Now that Padfoot approves she is getting nervous?
  • Lily: She really is the smartest of them all.
  • ***
  • Cedric: He's connected to Voldemorts mind. That is not a good thing.
  • Lily: No. It really isn't.
  • ***
  • James: Our boy's a teacher.
  • Lily: A good one too.
  • ***
  • Lily: Don't react Harry. Don't react.
  • James: Ah shit.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Banned...
  • James: For life...
  • Lily: Calm down you two. She'll be gone by years end.
  • James: That doesn't help us now Evans!
  • Lily: Idiots.
  • ***
  • Cedric: What the hell Hagrid?
  • James: He's been pulverised.
  • ***
  • Lily: Voldemort has been trying to kill our son for 14 years. And I think I might hate Umbridge more...
  • ***
  • Lily: His first kiss. So sweet
  • James: He’s not doing too badly.
  • Lily: She seems into him.
  • James: Of course she is. He looks like me.
  • Lily: Arse. Cedric don’t they look cute together?
  • Cedric: I didn't say anything before but you realise that’s my ex right?
  • ***
  • Lily: Harry was the snake?
  • James: Dumbledore knows something.
  • Lily: Of course he does. But he's not going to tell.
  • ***
  • Lily: I love Padfoot but he's not the best at dealing with emotional stuff. Harry thinks he's going insane and Sirius tells him to sleep it off.
  • ***
  • Lily: Well well well. Ginny Weasley. Lioness.
  • James: What's that look on your face?
  • Lily: I have no idea what you're talking about.
  • ***
  • James: Frank...Alice...
  • Cedric: Poor Neville.
  • ***
  • James: Come on Padfoot do it. Just one curse.
  • Lily: Sirius don't be an idiot.
  • James: Be an idiot!
  • Lily: Occlumency though. So Voldemort IS in Harrys mind.
  • ***
  • Cedric: I can't believe this is how Snape treats Harry.
  • Lily: He's a complicated man with a skewed moral compass.
  • Cedric: If you say so...what the hell is in the Department of Mysteries?
  • James: A prophecy.
  • ***
  • Lily: Oh please God no...
  • Cedric: He broke them out. Voldemort broke them out.
  • James: And he just got ten of his most loyal and dangerous followers back.
  • ***
  • Cedric: I don't feel good for being the reason Cho just left but...I don't exactly feel bad either.
  • Lily: She misses you. I imagine she'll miss you for the rest of your life.
  • Cedric: Now I feel bad.
  • James: Don't son. It's not your fault. None of this is.
  • ***
  • Lily: This story will burn through England. The truth will finally be heard.
  • ***
  • James: Every time something good happens, something bad happens straight away.
  • ***
  • Cedric: I will never forget her face at this moment, for as long as I...well am.
  • Lily: Can we all appreciate what just happened? Dumbledore kept the old teacher, appointed the new and got another “dangerous half-breed” into the castle.
  • James: It’s a giant middle finger to Umbridge.
  • ***
  • James: SCATTER!
  • ***
  • Cedric: I can't believe Marietta would do this. She was always so nice.
  • James: I told you. Friend against friend. It's what he does.
  • Lily: Dumbledore is doing something crazy...
  • James: Holy crap!
  • ***
  • James: Fred and George. Making the Marauders proud.
  • ***
  • Lily: No Harry don't...and we're in the Pensieve.
  • Cedric: Why would he-
  • James: Oh shit. I know where we are.
  • Lily: Oh God. This is not the moment you want Harry to see.
  • Cedric: Why? What do you...ah...
  • James: You don't see it here, but Snape gave as good as he got. However I'm not exactly proud of how I acted.
  • Lily: Not ashamed either to be fair.
  • Cedric: You seem to really hate him Mrs Potter. How did you end up together?
  • Lily: It’s Lily and he changed from an arrogant arsehole to a semi-decent person.
  • James: She said that during our marriage vows. Really moving ceremony.
  • ***
  • Lily: I’ve never seen Snape this angry before.
  • James: He can't stop teaching him! He needs the lessons!
  • ***
  • Lily: Your son is ashamed of you. For the way you treated Snape. Let that sink in.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Hagrid has...a brother.
  • Lily: Half brother.
  • Cedric: Right...my mistake.
  • ***
  • James: OWLS. Let's go.
  • ***
  • Lily: They're going after Hagrid. That bitch is trying to take him out too.
  • James: Well they can tr- SHIT!
  • Cedric: Professor Mcgonagall!
  • ***
  • Lily: He looks exhausted.
  • James: Well he has fallen asleep.
  • Lily: During your last OWL? Really Harry?
  • ***
  • James: I'll be back!
  • Cedric: Where is he going?
  • Lily: He's going to see where Sirius is.
  • ***
  • James: He’s at Grimmauld Place.
  • Lily: Which means Voldemort is baiting Harry into a trap.
  • ***
  • Cedric: What is she do- no...-wait SHE sent the Dementors?
  • James: Even I didn't see that coming.
  • ***
  • Lily: What are you up to Hermione?
  • James: That arrow in the tree answer your questions?
  • ***
  • Lily: Goodbye you evil, twisted bitch.
  • James: And hello Grawp.
  • ***
  • Lily: They got free?
  • Cedric: Yeah it was pretty cool. Ginny is powerful.
  • ***
  • James: Here we go.
  • ***
  • Cedric: Where is everyone? It's completely empty.
  • ***
  • Lily: That archway...I think we're on the other side of it.
  • ***
  • James: Harry don't touch it. Please listen to your friends. Don't pick up that prophecy.
  • Lily: No...
  • ***
  • Cedric: That's Mr Malfoy!
  • James: And the rest of his Death Eater friends.
  • Cedric: Harry, run.
  • Lily: They can't run. They have to fight.
  • ***
  • James: Focus Harry! Don't listen to Malfoy.
  • ***
  • Lily: Keep moving! Don't stop!
  • ***
  • James: Leave the man baby! Find the others!
  • Cedric: Duck!
  • Lily: HERMIONE!
  • ***
  • Cedric: She's alive. Oh she's alive.
  • James: She won't be for long. Our kids aren't doing permanent damage and the Death Eaters are playing to win. They need to get out.
  • ***
  • Lily: He's leading them away...
  • James: Good man Harry.
  • Lily: Oh no...Neville.
  • ***
  • Lily: Now it's a fight you son's of bitches!
  • ***
  • Cedric: Dumbledore! He's here! It's over!
  • Lily: Calm down. It's not over till its...
  • James: ...
  • Sirius: ...
  • Sirius: Oh that bitch!
  • James: Fourteen years. You don’t call. You don’t write. And you pick NOW to visit?
  • ***
  • Sirius: I probably shouldn't have taunted her.
  • James: Shut up Padfoot, they're still fighting!
  • ***
  • James: Harry NO! Stay away from Bellatrix!
  • Sirius: Where are we?
  • Cedric: Life after death. Seriously though shh.
  • ***
  • Lily: He.. he tried using Cruciatus.
  • James: It’s war and he just lost someone.
  • ***
  • James: He's here...
  • Lily: So is Albus.
  • ***
  • Lily: No no no no please God no
  • Cedric: What is it?! What's happening?
  • James: Voldemort is possessing my boy.
  • ***
  • Cedric: It’s over. He's gone.
  • James: No son. It’s not over. It's now open warfare.
  • ***
  • Sirius: He's in such pain. Harry I'm so sorry.
  • Lily: I can't watch this. I can't...
  • ***
  • James: Now you know. Now you know why he's after you.
  • ***
  • Sirius: In battle. Isn't that what we always said Prongs?
  • James: Wand in hand.
  • Lily: Well you failed at that James.
  • James: You didn't exactly live a long and happy life yourself.
  • Sirius: God I’ve missed you two.
  • ***
  • Sirius: The mirror. I thought he...he never opened it.
  • ***
  • James: And just like that he's going back. Broken and beat up and torn apart inside.
  • Lily: He’ll be fine. He has to be.
  • Sirius: He's not alone. He's got friends and family. It just wasn’t us.

anonymous asked:

Today I did something really embarrassing, can you please write a story about Robin getting into a really embarrassing situation an Frederick comes and saves her from her humiliation XD please save me from my shame X'D

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Frederick heard your ear-splitting scream from across the camp. He snapped up from the letters on his desk, bursting out of the tent to the source. 

“Robin?” He called, heart thundering in his chest. Were you endangered? Had an enemy attacked you? Were you ambushed?

Frederick followed the sound straight to the far end of camp, snatching a lance from the armory. He was ready to skewer the villain who dared attack you (at their camp, no less!), but what he found instead brought him to an instant standstill.

Your husband froze, staring at the Exalt who was currently dodging several bathing supplies being thrown at him. And the one who was still shouting obscenities while lobbing these things, was you, desperately trying to hide your naked body. Frederick wasn’t entirely sure what to think.

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anonymous asked:

What are your thoughts on Evil!Matt Murdock from the Spider-Gwen universe? He's obviously very different from the Matts of other universes, but what might he have in common with them? Do you think he'll end up with a redemption arc, or will he stay a villain? Sorry that most of this is so vague, but I'm just REALLY into alternate versions of characters.

    We’re loving evil Matt. He’s so gleefully malevolent! It’s great fun to see a version of this character who has the life he wants and is enjoying every minute of it.

    (Gosh, look at him…)

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This is what happened after Kavinsky’s death… I aint telling you what to believe but this is 100% canon, just saying.

It had been six days since Joseph Kavinsky had died before Ronan appeared at Adam’s door in the middle of the night. Adam was almost relieved that Ronan seemed to be doing something besides accompanying Matthew everywhere, but his relief was short lived when he saw the state of him.

“Have you been sleeping at all?” Adam asked as he let Ronan in, commenting on the dark shadows that looked like bruises beneath his eyes. 

Ronan sat down on the bed. “I just haven’t been all that tired.”

“You look tired,” Adam observed as he came to stand before him, looking down at his slumped shoulders.

“Thanks,” Ronan replied but it lacked his usual sarcastic conviction. Adam had had reason to worry about him over the past few days. He’d mostly stayed put at Monmouth, making sure Matthew was with him at all times. Gansey had also told him that Ronan had given his bedroom to Matthew and would sit by his bed at first while he slept, until Matthew insisted he didn’t need babysitting, so Ronan resigned to the couch, his eyes locked on the bedroom door at all times.

So it was a good thing Ronan was here tonight. 

“How are you doing?” Adam asked, unsure if it was the right thing to say, but wanting to know how Ronan was doing anyway. In response, Ronan gave him a strange look that Adam couldn’t decipher. He struggled on. “I mean, because I know about what happened on the fourth and-”

Ronan waved a hand dismissively. “It doesn’t matter. It’s over and done with now.”

“What do you mean?” Adam asked although he felt the meaning behind it, he just didn’t want to be the one to bring it up.

“He’s dead, isn’t he? Over and done with,” Ronan said flatly. Kavinsky. Adam knew that he and Ronan had been friends, if you could call shared insomnia, heavy drinking and drag racing “friendship”. Adam hesitated before sitting down beside him.

“I think it’s what he wanted,” Adam said softly, finding it difficult not to tell Ronan the truth, that he thought Kavinsky deserved everything he got in the end.

“But why?” Ronan demanded, turning to look at Adam and shocking him with his sudden intensity. Adam didn’t doubt that Ronan already knew the answer to this question.

“I think he always wanted to see how far he could go without dying, and he finally found out how far that was,” Adam said.

Ronan shook his head aggressively. “No,” he said, he was insistent on denying it. “No, he would’ve stayed. He would’ve stayed if I’d-” he put his head in his hands, cutting himself off short.

“If you’d what?” Adam asked tentatively but he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to know the answer. He had hated Kavinsky. And he’d hated Ronan’s seeming fascination with him.

Ronan let his hands drop back into his lap. “He wanted it to be just us and I know it couldn’t have been but there was this day, at the fairground, when he wanted me to stay and I left and now he’s gone and I-” Adam could have sworn that for a second Ronan’s voice broke. “-I feel like I’m to blame. I feel like I could have helped him and I didn’t and now he’s fucking dead.” He looked at Adam before suddenly getting to his feet.

“Ronan-” Adam started, but he cut him off.

“I tried to save him, I did, I tried,” Ronan insisted, the sadness in his voice changing to something closer to anger. “I told him to get down off his stupid fucking car but he didn’t. And he nearly got Matthew killed but there I was trying to save his fucking worthless life.” He lashed out quickly, kicking Adam’s desk chair to the ground. One of the legs snapped off but Adam was too concerned about Ronan to care that he’d have to buy a new chair. 

“I think it’s normal for you to feel like this, he was your friend,” Adam offered and Ronan spun around to look at him.

“He wasn’t my friend,” he spat the word like it was poisonous, scowling. “Don’t be a fucking idiot, Parrish. He didn’t have friends. He killed Prokopenko, then dreamt a new version of him so nobody would know.”

“What?” Adam demanded. He’d concluded for himself that Kavinsky would end up in jail, but he’d decided it would be for arson and general antisocial behaviour, not murder. He’d assumed that the rumours of him killing his father were false and was just Kavinsky fear mongering. 

“He was a piece of shit,” Ronan said through gritted teeth, his fists clenched. “If he was still alive, I’d fucking kill him. I’d take him out in his own shitty car and I’d drive right off the side of a cliff.”

Adam began to panic. He wanted to protect Ronan from everything, even from himself, but he knew Gansey was the only one who could truly do that, the only one that Ronan would listen to. He felt useless. 

“But I guess…” Ronan looked at Adam with a sudden stillness that scared him. “I did kill him. I didn’t save him, I wasn’t there for him, so I guess I killed him.”

Adam shook his head. “No you didn’t. It wasn’t your fault,” he said firmly. “He did that to himself.”

”You didn’t know him,” Ronan said. “You didn’t- you don’t fucking understand.”

”Then help me to,” Adam shot back, “what was he to you?” He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. 

Ronan simply stared at him before sitting down on the floor, leaning back against the wall, letting his head fall back. He closed his eyes and in the absence of his stare, Adam dug his fingernails into his palms. He was so unbelievably angry with himself.

Ronan muttered something that sounded like “fuck this” under his breath, before bringing his hands up to cover his face. He sniffed and it took Adam a second to realise that he was crying. Ronan Lynch was crying. Ronan Lynch didn’t cry.

Adam didn’t know if he should say anything. He didn’t trust himself to speak. He didn’t trust himself to do anything without eliciting anger.So instead he got down on the floor and knelt as close to Ronan as he dared and as if sensing Adam’s close proximity, Ronan lowered his hands from his face and looked up at him.

”I hated him,” he whispered and Adam swallowed hard at the raw sadness in his voice. “But I didn’t want him to die. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

“I know. It’s okay.” Adam found himself telling the lie he used to tell himself. “It wasn’t your fault. It’s gonna be okay.” He thought that maybe if he wished it hard enough for Ronan, it might come true. He reached out and took one of his hands, squeezing it and to his surprise, Ronan squeezed back.

For how long they sat there on the floor, Adam didn’t know, he simply held Ronan’s hand as he cried silently, tears rolling down his cheeks, followed by an occasional sniff and shaky breath. But he eventually pulled his hand away, releasing Adam from his vice-like grip and he got to his feet, wiping at his face and smiling at Adam apologetically as though he were embarrassed.

Adam wanted to pull him back to the floor and press reassuring kisses to his skin, he wanted to sleep next to him with an arm thrown casually across him, keeping him safe throughout the night. But he didn’t and he couldn’t and all too soon Ronan was muttering something about checking on Matthew and then he was gone.

Adam didn’t go back to sleep that night, his mind filled with dream things, burning cars, burning boys and Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.

Request: He'll Come Around

Back by very popular request, the sequel to ‘Just You Wait’! 21 people requested a part two, and I took the plot idea from this message:

OMG I totally want part two of “ You Just Wait ”. It can’t be ending there. Maybe you could write more parts for this one. Maybe that she denies her feelings for dean and when they go on a hunt and a demon goes inside of her the demon tells dean. And so on. I don’t know. But please write a second part !

Word Count: 1,037

I hope you guys like it- I had waaay too much fun writing!:D<3

Avoiding the gaze of both guys, you shove the silver canister into your pocket and sling your bag over your back. Keeping your eyes on the ground, you make for the door.

“You guys ready?”

You’re headed off to get rid of a demon, which has been killing people left, right and centre, seemingly for no reason- just taking over someone, having them kill their family, before killing themselves. How pleasant.

They follow you out, and you all climb into your respective seats in the car. Dean’s eyes meet yours in the rear-view mirror, and you cast your own eyes out the window immediately.

Two weeks ago, you realised you were in love with him. Incidentally, the same night, you found him with his hands all over another chick, and made a run for it- not before snapping at him, of course. You’d managed to pass it off with an apology and the excuse of a ‘girl thing’ (always gets you out of hot water when you hang with two guys 24/7) and since then, you’d kept your mouth shut. You keep trying to deny your feelings, figuring out that they’d go away, that you’ll get over it, but so far, no luck.

It would seem simple, you thought, just to keep things from your thoughts- you’ve done it before, with lost loved ones, with the seemingly imminent judgement day. But this… this is different.

“Ready?” Sam asks as you pull up to the apparently abandoned hours- you must have been so buried in your thoughts, you didn’t realise that you’d arrived.

He’ll come around, my ass.


You don’t even have time to yell out- it’s coming for you, the black smoke. It shrieks its way into your body, filling you with an acrid burning. Everything turns hazy, and you watch as your arms are stretched out in front of you, hands flexing.

You have no control over your body.

The demon has you in its clutches.

Get out! You scream mentally, the only method of anything you have left, Leave me alone.

The demon only laughs, your laugh, from your breath. You can see everything, hear everything- just not control it. It takes your body through to the other room, where Sam and Dean are investigating the blood stains on the walls.

“Hey, guys.” Your voice says- but it doesn’t sound like you. Well, it does. It’s just all wrong.

“Y/N? You find something?”

“Sure I did. I found plenty.”  Your voice is close to a purr, and it just sounds so wrong. They know it too, as the turn and frown at you in tandem.

“Y/N, are you alright?” Dean asks. The demon laughs.

“Oh, Y/N is fantastic.”

This demon must have flashed your eyes into blackness, because their reactions are instant. Dean pulls out the knife, to which the demon grins widely, and Sam takes a step forwards.

“Nuh-huh.” It chuckles, “One more step and she gets it.”

They both freeze. The demon giggles, and begins pacing the floor.

“Of all the humans I’ve….inhabited, this is definitely the most interesting.” It smirks, “Her mind… well, you couldn’t know. It works in a billion different ways, a trillion different thoughts.”

Oh, no. Get the hell out of my head before we stuff you back into Hell.

“Ooh, she’s protesting. Panicking. What don’t you want me to reveal, my dear?” It pauses in front of a filthy mirror, in which your reflection is just barely visible. “Your true feelings? Oh, but it’s so juicy!”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Dean snaps, holding the knife out.

“Oh, you don’t know?” It laughs, turning back to him. No, no, no. Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare. Shut the hell up. Right now.

“No, we don’t know. Get out of her!” Dean hisses.

The demon shakes your head, “Oh, no. I can’t let this go untouched upon. She loves you, dear. She’s head over heels, can’t stop thinking about you, blushing like a little schoolgirl in love.”

It grins maniacally at his stunned reaction.

“Ooh, I do savour a bit of drama.” It chuckles, “Come on, what do you say?”

“I say get the hell out of her, before we do it ourselves!” He hisses. As if by unspoken command. He darts around, effectively restraining your body, while Sam speaks the Latin needed to free you from this demon.

You see flashes of crimson as the smoke curls in and surrounds you. The burning fills your entire being, and everything swirls and collapses into blackness. You manage to stay conscious, however, and wind up on all fours, chest heaving and trying not to throw up. As your vision clears, you collect yourself, but stay where you are on the floor.

You realise there’s a protective hand on your back, rubbing over your shoulder slightly, gently.

“Hey, Y/N. Are you alright?” Dean asks, voice close to you. You hadn’t noticed quite how near he was too you- so close, in fact, that you can feel the head radiating from his form.

“I’m- I’m fine.” You cough, moving so you’re sat on the ground, “Christ, that was-“ You don’t finish your sentence, though, as you remember what the demon revealed. Oh, crap.

He chuckles quietly, “I know what you mean.”

He helps you to your feet, and on wobbly legs, you’re about to leave the dusty room, but Dean isn’t moving. You frown at him, holding your hand out.

“You coming?” You try to act nonchalant, see if you can convince him that the demon was lying.

“I- Y/N. What the demon said.” Aw, nuts. “Was it true?”

You try to say no, you honestly, truly do, but what comes out your mouth is exactly the opposite.

“I- yeah.”

He stares at you for a long second, then takes two large steps towards you, his hands reaching out to hold your face, and meeting your lips with his without hesitation.

You’re shocked into stillness, but after a second, you melt into the kiss, your arms winding their way around his middle.

When you both have to surface for air, he sighs blissfully.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“Oh, trust me, I do.”

BSD Novel: Dazai Osamu and the Dark Era (Chapter 2, Part 2)

Here we go! As usual, please let me know if anything seems wrong to you. And as always, thank you to double kat @nakaharachuyaa and @mlntyoonqi. Scan by @akutagawaprize (all scans here)

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The signs as my favorite song lyrics
  • Aries: Summer Romance(Anti-Gravity Love Song) by Incubus
  • "We rendezvous at a quarter-two, and make sure we're alone.
  • I think I've found a way for you and I to finally fly free.
  • When we get there, we're gonna fly so far away.
  • Making sure to laugh; while we experience anti-gravity."
  • Taurus: Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood
  • "She knows what I think about,
  • And what I think about
  • One love, two mouths.
  • One love, one house.
  • Just us, you find out
  • Nothing that we really wanna tell you about no.
  • 'Cause it's too cold for you here,
  • And now, so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater."
  • Gemini: Inside out by The Chainsmokers ft. Charlee
  • "Bend our chest open, so I can read at your heart
  • I need to get inside, or I will start a war.
  • I wanna look at the pieces that make you who you are,
  • I want to build you up, and pick you apart."
  • Cancer: All Mine by Maddius
  • "Tell me that you feel this, tell me that it's real.
  • Tell me that I'm not the only one that got this level of appeal.
  • Cards on the table, what's the deal?
  • Heart on my sleeve, leave blood at my heels."
  • Leo: Blue Jeans by Lana Del Ray
  • "Blue jeans, white shirt
  • Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn,
  • It's was like James Dean, for sure
  • You're so fresh to death and sick as c-c-cancer."
  • Virgo: Those Days by Taylor Berrett
  • "Cause everybody has those, everybody has those days,
  • Feeling like an ocean having trouble making waves,
  • And I know what it feels like wishing you could rewind,
  • Even the sun doesn't come out sometimes, but he'll be back though,
  • Everybody has those days."
  • Libra: Caught up by Griffith Clawson(SoundCloud)
  • "I'm a little caught up
  • A little bit shaken,
  • You are someone I can make a mistake with."
  • Scorpio: Power Trip by J.Cole
  • "Well this has gotta be the longest crush ever,
  • If I ever get to fuck it'd be the longest bust ever.
  • Love is a drug, like the strongest stuff ever
  • And, fuck it I'm on one, you feel me?"
  • Sagittarius: End Credits by Eden
  • "And all we ever wanted was sunlight and honesty,
  • Highlights to want to repeat,
  • Lets get away from here and live like the movies do,
  • I won't mind when its over
  • At least I didn't think for a while."
  • Capricorn: Hostage by Griff
  • "And if love is a drug I don't want it,
  • Because I don't have any self control.
  • The harder I try to get off of it,
  • The more I can see that I need it, I need it."
  • Aquarius: Wake[E-bow] by Crywolf
  • "One look and my fingers are numb now.
  • Bring a rope, won’t you tie all your kisses around my throat, pull me close,
  • Let me know I’m done.
  • I can tell from the smoke in your lungs, girl.
  • You're not alone, I’m terrified by the presence inside your bones
  • It pulls you down, down, down, down..."
  • Pisces: Promise Land by Sebell
  • "Baby let me take your hand,
  • And take you to the promise land,
  • I won't leave you in the cold when seasons change."